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SATURDAY.DEC 1 11,* 1 ,
So ar not to be in the In l "’ rn ’
Like the flo* Ail].-tlie\ieid va.n man
Goeth forth at the break of day.
But when he shall feel my grip on his heel
Like the stubble he fadeth away;
Fori lift him high up in the air.
With his heels where his head ouvht to he:
With a down-coming crash he maketh his
mash.
And I know he’s clear gone upon me.
I am scorned by the man who buys me;
I am modest, and quiet, and meek;
Though my talents are few, yet the work
that Ido
Has oft made the cellar doors creak.
I’m a blood-red republican bom.
And a Nihilist fearless I be;
Though the head wear a crown, I would bring
its pride down. -
L s I* heel upon mo,
—Robert J. Bu-.iielU. <n Harper's Afayartne.
MONETA’S gratitude.
An Incident of Victorio's I laid,
If you ever visit Presidio County, Tok.,
you will be sure to hear of Ixmet 'ottnn
wood Ranch and its hospitable owner
Mr. James Daulton. It is mom than
likely that some one will tell you t i
story, for it is a favorite tale on the.
frontier, and has been re sted around
tl e camp-tire a hundred times bv all
sorts of trontier people —soldiers, Mexi
cans, hunters, Indians, cowboys,'miner
and contrabandists Presidio is a great
stock county—the second largest in the
State. Thousands of ca'tle. sheep and
goats roam about its fertile canyons and
broad llanos. Two years ago there we *e
not more than fifty people in Presidio
livingoutside of tort Davis, the county
seat and military post. Several attempts
were made to settle this rich country,
but the Indians were hostile, and the
adventurous pioneers were cither mur
deied or driven back to the post In
the winter of 1X79 a company of ran >cr ■
were sent to Presidio County, and they
began to drive out t ie predatory bund
of red men. The presence of the rangers
emboldened several reckless spirits to
again attempt t e settlement of the
country. James Daulton "ns one of
those pioneers. Accompanied by his
wife, a black herder, two Mexicans and
his nine ciiildren, he drove Jiis cattle
and sheep into the < anyon of the Lone
Cottonwo d, about ten miles south o
tort Davis, and made camp neara large
water-hole. He saw no sign of Indians
and was not molested by thehostiles for
several weeks. He held his cattle an I
sheep near camp. Game was abundant
Above the water-hole was a large bog
Jthickly covered with high reeds "Along
a little “branch” orcreek which bisected
the cane-brake, there grew great bunche s
of water-cress. Although forbidden to
stray far from camp, the little Daulton
children used to go up this branch and
pick water-cress. The branch had its
source at a spring on the side of the
mountain. Near the spring was an ol !
Indian trail going up the clitj’.
One morning two of the children
started up the branch. Alice, the bide t,
was seven, and she held her young
brother, Willy, by the hand. Will,
was the baby and just three years old.
He was petted by the whole camp, and
was the particular favorite of one of th ■
rangers, a famous scout and Indian
fighter, known along the frontier by the
notn de guerre of “Apache George.”
For a while the children busied them
selves picking cress. Suddenly, with a
shout of delight, Alice dropped her little
brother's hand and started in pursuit <>.
a butterfly. Willy soon lost sight of her.
The chase was a fruitless onej and when
the bright-winged insect roe high
above her head Alice gave a little sigh
of disappointment ami turned to hunt
up her brother. Not tinding him alon ’
the branch she got frightened and !><"■
ffan to cry, at the same time callin'’
Olldlv:
’•Willy! Willy!”
The cliffs threw back the sound of her
voice as if in mockery. There wn >
response from the lost child. The lit t e
girl's frantic cries were heard in camp,
and natehing up his Winchester h r
brother Jack ran up the creek. When
he reached a point where the tall reeds
nearly met over the bed of the branch ho
gave a sharp cry and cocked his Win
chester. Before him. in the soft mud,
was the print of a moccasin side by side
with the tiny tracks of baby Willy. The
moccasin trail turned into the cam
brake, and Jack, his heart in his mouth,
followed it. Near the seepage spring
he lost the trail and hurried back to
camp to get assistance. Alice reached
the camp before him, and her incoher
ent and tearful story started everybody
out in quest of the lost child. Jack met
the search party. In a few words he
made known his discovery, and led the
party to the seepage spring. His
father examined the trail carefully.
••This trail goes up the cliff,” he said,
and started toward the top of the
mountain
A few yards back from the edge of the
cliff they found “horse sign.” The
ground was trampled as though by the
noofs of a score of ponies. The top
of the mountain was rough and .rocky.
The search-party, led by the father of
the lost child, took up the trril of the
ponies and followed it for several miles.
The country grew rougher and rougher,
and it was a difficult matter to follow
the trail. Finally Mr. Daulton, practiced
frontiersman that he was, was obliged
to stop.
“1 can follow the trail no farther,
men,” he said. ••Poor little Willy.”
He sank down upon a rock and
buried his face in his hands. He was
a strong, brave man. who never quailed
in the face of danger. Now the thought
of his little son. in the hands of ruthless
and bloodthirsty savages, completely
unnerved him, and he groaned aloud in
his agony.
••I tell you what, Cap’n Jim,” said
the black herder Madison, “ dat yer
chihl is sure miff los’. Dere's only one
man kin fin’ him —”
“And that man?” cried the father,
starting up. “Speak! Who’can find
him?”
“Dat yere ranger man, ’Pache
George!”
The words of the black man and his
confidence in the ability of Apache
George to find little Willy put new life
into the whole ; arty.
‘‘Madison is right, father.” cried
Jack. ‘‘Apache George can follow the
trail over hard rock as easily m we can
through a bog.”
“Run back to camp, son, ns fast as
you can,” commanded Mr. Daulton, and
Jack started.
“Hold on one minute.” continued
his father, and the impetuous boy
stopped. "Saddle the gray pony and
go to the ranger camp. Tell Captain
Nevill what has occurred, and then hur
ry back.”
“ All right!” cried Jack, and he again
started on a run.
The remainder of the party went more
slowly. It was a hard matter to com
fort the grief-stricken mother, mourn
ing for the loss of her baby. All had
confidence in Apache George’s ability
to follow up the Indian trail and re
cover the stolen child—All but the moth
er. Her grief Whs poignant and unrea
sonable.
It seemed hours before Jack returned,
but it was hardly yet noon when he
rode into camp in company with Apache
George. The scout, from long expe
rience among lust such troubles as
drove everybody in the Daulton camp
nearly crazy, was cool and seemingly
unmoved. Ho did not dismount, cut
asked several questions from the sad
dle. A great black dog, the properly
of the scout, and his inseparable corn
paniOn, ran about the camp and
whined. Apache George noticed the
dog’s agitation.
“Buster misses him,” he said. “I
reckon between him and me and Cou
gar,” and he patted his horse’s neck,
“we can find him ”
“You will not go alone?” asked Mr.
Daulton.
"Yes. Victorio’s been seen out to
ward the Gaudaloupes at the head of
two hundred and fifty warriors.
He’s headed this way. Our com
pany start on a scout this even
ing. The Captain could only spare me.
1 reckon this was part of Victorio’s
band. I’ll follow the trail and do the
best I can. You had better ‘ round Up.’
and go back to the post Going to be
hot limes hero directly. If I discover
anything, will send you word. Come
Buster. Adois!”
And before any one could Ask an.
more questions, Or ofler any sugges
tions, Apache George had dashed into
the cane-brako. They saw him again as
he mounted the cliff. He looked back,
waved his hand, and disappeared on the
top of the mountain.
Mr. Daulton profited by tho Advice of
the scout and returned to Fori Davis
with his flocks And fAmily. Two days
after he left Victorio camped at the wa
ter-hole in the canyon of tho Lone Cot
tonwood. Every one knows the history
of that daring chief’s reOkloss and bril
liant dash Along the frontier, his pur
suit into Mexico by the rangers, and his
death and the dispersion of his hand by
General Terrassas and a brigade of
Mexcan soldiers. Those of his band
who escaped returned to Toxas. They
were under tho leadership of Nnna, Ju
and Black Wolf, throe of Victorio’s
field chiefs. The bands under the two
former chiefs got back to the reserva
tion in safety. Black Wolf had a small
party, and tho rangers pressed him
c ose. In a rugged canyon deep in the
Sierra Diablo he turned at bay. There
was a sharp fight. Black Wolf, five of
his warriors, two squaws and a papoose
were killed, two squaws and three pa
pooses captured, several were wounded
and tho rest put to flight. When the
rangers, returning, reached Fort Davis
they were received with open arms. In
the crowd collected to welcome the
brave scouts was Mr. James Daulton.
“Where is Apache George?” he
asked.
“That’s what no fellow can find out,”
answered one of the rangers, “at least
no fellow in the outfit, lie was with us
in the tight and captured a squaw and
papoose. We camped that night about
a mile from where we had the fight,
and next morning George and the squaw
and papoose were missing.”
Several of the rangers corroborated
this story, and Mr. Daulton was forced
to return to his sorrowing wife with the
sad intelligence that nothing had been
heard from their missing child, and that
the only one who seemed able to give
them information had mysteriously dis
appeared. The rangers talked a deal
among themselves about the desertion
of their comrade and the escape of the
prisoners.
“There’s something behind it all,”
said one of them, sagely, "for it was
my guard; and when 1 reported to the
Captain he said nothing, asked no ques
tions, ami didn't even send a scout out
after George.”
“Hell turn up again, never fear!”
said another, and sure enough he did
turn up about two months after the re
turn of the rangers.
In the meantime Mr. James Daulton
hail returned to the canyon of the Lone
Cottonwood, and erected an adobe
ranch-house. He saw the Captain of the
rangers a few days after the latter's re
turn from the Sierra Diablo scout, and
since the interview his face looked
brighter and he took a mon- cheerful
view of life. His wife, however,
mourned daily for the lost one.
One evening, late in the month of
July, 1H«O. Mr. Dau ton was busily co
gaged about his ranch, superintending
the erection of a corral. He saw a
horseman coming up the canyon, but
thought the rider one of his herders and
turned again to his work. Suddenly a
piercing scream, and then loud crie<
fell upon his ears and he hastened to
ward the ranch house. As he entered
the hall by a rear door his eyes fell on a
picture that caused his heart to leap
with joy. In the middle of the hall was
his wife on her knees and holding in her
arms the lost Willy. The joy-crazed
mother was smothering the little fellow
with kisses. The other children were
clustered around and Apache George
stood in the doorway, leaning on his
rifle. It was an hour before the people
at Lone Cottonwood ranch sobered
down sufficiently to hear the scout's
story. He told it modestly and lacon
ically. I have heard him relate it a
dozen times, and give nearly his own
words. It was of little interest up to
the time of the fight in Sierra Diablo
He followed the trail leading out of the
cane-brake until it was lost in the broad
road made by Victorio’s warriors. He
joined his company and was with them
down to the night of the Sierra Diablo
fight.
“I reckon I did my share of the fight
Khe said: “The Indians made but
resistance. I took after a buck
and a squaw who had a papoose in her
•rmz. My first shot brought down the
buck. I fired at the squaw, but the shot
was a bad one. It struck her hands and
wounded the papoose in tho feet She
ropped the cnild and ran into a little
motto of timber. The papoose was
tcreaming at the top of his voice. Ho
was a little bit of a fellow, and for an
Indian, pretty. He had on a bright cab
ico dress, and was about two years old.
I reckon. When I got close to him I
tallied out my six-shooter to kill him
le looked at me sort of pitiful as I
pulled down and my heart failed me. I
6ut back my pistol And picked him tip-
[is feet were bleeding, and I wrapped
’em up in my hahdkerehief. Then I
took after the squaw. She had hidden
herself Under a ledge 6f rock. I sat
down the papoose and pulled her out
I was just about to draw my knife
across her yellow throat when the
papoose began to bellow. She jumped
up ami ran toward it. The little devil
held oUt its Arms ah i shfe caught it up,
and began to cry and kiss and hug it.
That touched ttie right herd,” and the
Scout laid his hand on his heart “I
speak Apache tolerable well, and I told
her that she And the kid shouldn’t be
harmed—that they Were prisoners. She
seemed grateful, that is if an Indian can
be grateful, and 1 took her back to
where the outfit rendezvoused. The
boys made furt of mk for being so ten
der hearted, but I didn't mind that 1
wouldn’t have killed that squaw and
papoose fora million dollars. She knew
that her buck ha I bfeen killed, And that
night after we made camp she asked
me for a knife to cut oft’ her hair. The
Indian women do that as a sign of wi 1-
owhoo I. 1 choppe 1 off her hair, an I
said something about the papoose being
pretty. She kissed the kill and replied
“ Yes, and you are good. Moneta is
glad.’ Moneta washer name, I reckon.
Moneta will remember. When I go
back to my people 1 will tell them the
White Wizard is good- and the young
men will not try td kill hirti.’~ The
Mescaleros call me the White Wizard.
“Well, what she said set me to think
ing. and 1 began to talk to her. Finally
I asked her it she would like to go back
to her people.
“ ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Nana is mv father.
He will be head chief now. Victorio is
dead. Rain Cloud will bo big chief, too.’
She coddled up the kid, and I judged
from that that his name was Rain
Cloud.
“I told htji- then that the tahget's
would carry her back to Fort Davis, and
would not let her go back to her people;
but that I could get the head chief
(meaning the Captain) to let her go back
if she wottld tell me what her people did
with a little boy whom they stole fronl
camp in the canyon of the LoneCotton
m ood.
“•I will tell you.’ she said. ‘Before
we went to the Great River (meaning
11 io Grande) some of my people went
back to the reservation. They were sick
or old. Sortie Wefe vVothetl. Tbriy car
ried the white boy. I saw him. He had
blue eyes and cried 1 felt sorry for
him Yes, I know The wife of Bitter
Water hail him. Her husband was killed.
He was with Victorio. If you will talk
to the great chief good tor me, i will
help you get back the white bov. Take
me back to my peop.e Aly father will
give me the white bey, and 1 will give
him to you. I know the agent and the
great chief of the soldiers at Fort Sill.
1 will stay at the fort and they shall
watch me that I don’t run away. When
I give you the white boy 1 can' go back
to my people. W hat \ou say ?’
"I told the Captain what she said,
and he gave me permission to lake her
back. 1 waited until the moon came
up that niojht and then woke her up
and told her what lie said. She was
might} glad and helped me saddle the
ponies. We slipped oit of camp, and
I don’t think the guard even noticed us
leave. When we got to Fort Sill she
sent out word to the reservation by an
Indian runner, and three days after
ward an old squaw came, into the fort
with Willv in her arms 1 turned
Moneta loose and started the same
evening for Fort Davis. lle:e lam.”
Little Willy was treated very kindly
by the Indians and was beginning to
;et used to his new life when” the
widow of Bitter Water carried him
into Fort Sill and turned him over to
Apache George.
“I knew my old friend George,
mamma,” he said, as the scout finished
jis story, “and 1 hollored loud, for !
vnew he had come to take me back to
i’O". ” —G. IE Symonds, in Detroit Free
Press.
Testing a Trotting Team.
An Appleton business man wanted a
•pan of horses, and he wanted pretty
fast ones, but he didn’t know much
about that kind of stock. A horse
dealer had a team that was reported
pretty fast, which he would sell cheap.
The merchant took the team to drive a
little, and got a friend in with him. and
they \vent up to the track, and the
friend drove the team around the track
while the merchant stood on the judges’
stand and timed them. The team went
around pretty good, and the merchant
looked at his watch and got in the
wagon. The friend asked him what
time they made, but he said “never
mind. He drove down to the horse
dealer and paid him the money for the
horses and drove off with his friend,
and when they turned a corner and <r ot
out o sight of the horse dealer, the
merchant said to his friend: “That’s
the best barga n that was ever made in
this State, on a pair of horses.” The
friend looked astonished and asked:
hat time did they make, honestly?”
The merchant said: “'They trotted in
three minutes without a break.” The
friend looked as though he was not
much surprised, and finally said:
“That is not so bad, but it isn't fast.
That is at the rate of a mile in six min
utes.’" The merchant turned pale and
said “Why, how’s that?” “Oh,” says
the friend, with a yawn, “it is a half
mde track, you know.” The friend
had to hold the merchant in the buggy
seat, he was so faint, and he offered all
sorts of ehromos if the friend would
never say anything about it, and we pre
sume he has not The team is deliver- 1
ing groceries now. and hauling slabs
from a mill. Peck's Sun
—The London l ancet says that peo
ple who sneeze often are the healthiest.
A sneeze sets the blood circulating and
throws off a cold which is trying to set-
—The estimated wealth of the State
of New X'otk if put at $7,009,000,000.
Mr. Nye’s After-Election Reflections.
We have toot the enemy and we are
his’ n. We have made our remarks, and
we are now ready to listen to the gen
tleman from New York. We could ha e
dug out. perhaps, and explained about
New York, but when almost every State
in the Union rose up and made certain
statements, yesterday, we found that
the job of explain ng this matter thor
oughly would be wearisome and require
a great deal of time.
We do not I lame the Democracy tot
this. We are a little surprised, howev
er. and grieved. It will mt it ere with
our wardr be this winter. With an
overcoat on Wyoming, a plug hat on
lowa, a pair Os pantaloons on 1 enn
sylvania and boots on the general re
sult. it 1< oks now as though we would
prol ably go through the winter
wrapped in a bed qu It and profound
meditation.
We intended to publish an extra this
mornino-. bu the news was of such a
character that We thought we would get
along without it. What was the use
pub! shing an extra with a Republican
ma’or.ty only in Red But es?
'fh < :.U eOf this great Democratic
freshet in New Yor.< yesterday—but
why go into details, we all have an idea
whv it was so The number of votes
would seem to indicate that there was a
tendency toWiu d Democracy throughout
the S a'e. -sni^ n v
Now, in lennsylvania, ifyouwh. *°o
over the returns carefully—but why
should we take tipybbr valuable time
ottering an explanation of & political
mat er of the past?
Under the circumstances some would
go and \ ie’.d up to the soothing influ
ences Os lite maddening bowl, but we do
not advise th ;t. It ivOuld only furnish
t mporary relief, and the recoil Wotild
be unpleasant.
We resume our arduous duties with a
feeling of extreme ennui, and with that
sense of stlfprise and astonishment that
a man does who has had a large brick
block fall on him when he was lidt ex
pecting it. Although we feel a little
lonely to-day—having met but few Re
pubiiciliis oh the street, who were
obliged to come otlt And do their
marketing we still hope for the future.
'Die grand old Republican party
But that’s what we said last week.
It sounds hollow, now, and meaning
less; sotnehoW; because our voice is a
little iioarSe, find wg are snowed under
so deep that it is difficult for us to
enunciate.
Now. about those bets. It the parties
to whom we owe bets—and we owe most
everybody will just agree to take the
stakes, and not go’ liitd details; not
stop to ask us about the state of b'uf
mind, and talk about how it was done,
we don't care. We don’t wish to have
this thing explained at all. We are not
of an inquiring turn of mind. Just
plaitl facts are good enough for u»,
without any liaFfotvirlg details; In the
meantime we are going to wofk tb earn
some more money to bet on the election,
.fudge Folger and others, come over and
see us, when you have time, and we
will talk ths matter over. Mr. B.
Butler, we wish we hiid yOur longevity.
With a robust constitution, we find that
most any man can wear out cruel fate
and get there at last. We do not feet
so angry as we do grieved and sur
pr'sed We are pained to see the
American people thus betray our con
fidence and throw a large wardrobe in
to the hands of the relentless foe,—
Ni/e's Boomerang. _______
Frightened.
Stage-drivers among the Rockies and
Sierras learn to be as peremptory as
they are daring—and probably from the
same necessity They will have their
orders obeyed. This is notsaying that in
the instance here told the Jehu might
not have built his scarecrow story on
some bit of fact.
A correspondent of the San Francisco
Post relates the following incident of a
stage ride through the mountains: We
Were going to say that on this particu
lar trip we passengers were exceedingly
annoyed by the persistence with which
young Foss (the driver) demanded that
stage doors be kept closed, particularly
when their being opened caused an ap
preciable circulation of air.
Just as we were rounding a particu
larly narrow turn in the face of the
cliff, Foss noticed that the inside door,
so to speak, was being held a ar.
Promptly putting on the brakes and
bringing his horses to a halt, he descend
ed.
“Do you see that rock?” he said,
pointing to a huge bowlder ahead that
barely left room for the stage to pass.
“What of it?”
"Only this. Last season a stage was
parsing that rock when somebody
opened the door. The door caught on
the rock, and as it opened further just
pried the whole business over the cli ft.
I’hat little speck way down there is one
of the hind wheels caught on a tree.
Now will you keep that door shut?”
It took half an hour to get that door
opened when we got to Calistoga, every
individual on board having separately
tied it shut with his handkerchief.
“The Vacuum Gun of ’82.”
The General Superintendent of the
Lite-Saving Service is continually in re
ceipt of new schemes, patents and de
vices from all parts of the country,
and from all classes of persons, who
urge the adoption of their often crank
views and machines for the rescue of
mariners from wrecked vessels. The
latest device comes from an English
man named Fox, who is now a resident
of Ohio. It consists of a catapult,
similar to those used in circuses for
throwing acrobats into the air, and is
called by its inventor “The Vacuum
t-un of ’82.” The projectile to be fired
out of the gun to the stranded or sink
’n£ \ essel °° n ' ist3 of a relief boat,
folded umbrella-like, which contains a
human be.ng, one of the life-saving
crew. This man goes in the canoe?
closes all the apertures, and surrounds
himself by rubber air-bags. He is not
to be fired in a sitting position, but is
supposed to be flat, with his leet to the
stern. The idea is for the man when
the canoe-projectile reaches the water
to raise himself up and scatter life
preservers and air-bags to the drowning
persons.
—During the past summer the hay
used at the front of the Northern Pacific
Railroad cost, in some instances, as high
aa eighty dollars a ton. Oats retailed
as high as six dollars a hundred pounds.
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Perfumery, Soaps, Hair Dvcs, anil Toilet Articles generally; White Lena, Mixed Paint*, read
for use, Colors in Oil; Dry, Linseed, Tanners’, Machine and Kerosene Oils; Varnishes,
Putty, Window Glass, Lamps and Lamp Fixtures; Surgical Apparatus, such
as Abdominal Supporters, Trusses, Lancets, Pocket Cases, etc., etc.
This firm also deals in Smoking and Chewing Tobacco, Fine Cigars and Snuff, and have the ex
elusive Drug trade in fine Wines, Whiskies and Brandies in Dalton.
Call and see them at the corner of King and Hamilton streets, Dalton, Ga. Prices guaranteed
compare with Atlanta. Jclß tfe
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The Dalton -A.x*@ru.s»
[changed from indepeneent headlight,]
Brightest, Liberal and Popula
News Paper in Northwest Georgia.
ONLY ONE DOLJLJLEL JL YEAR.
Advertisers can find no Better Medium through which to Meet the Farmers,
Mechanics, Merchants, Mill Men and People of this section.
H. A WRENCH, Publ sher.
Reviving Drowned Persons.
Dr. A. Voisin communicated to the
Rochelle Congress the satisfactory re
sults which have attended the great ef
forts made for some years past bv the
Paris Municipality to improve the treat
ment of drowned persons in that capital
—efforts which Dr. Voisin has been the
chief instrument in carrying out. He
now reports the results which have been
obtained: 1. The almost absolute cer
tainty of restoring life to persons who
have remained under water, or “be
tween two waters,” for a period varying
from a few seconds to five minutes, no
one formerly having been saved after
three minutes’ submersion. 2. He has
succeeded in restoring to life persons
who have remained under water from
five to twenty minutes. 3. These re
sults have been obtained in individuals
not merely in a state of syncope, but in
an asphyxiated state, as shown by their
violaceous face and lips, their open
mouth, and flaccid masseters. 4. These
results have been gained in consequence
of the excellent arrangements made for
the rigorous carrying out of Silvester’s
method; the effectual application of
warmth to the whole surface of the
body by calorific generators; the ready
access to warm baths and cold douches •
the keeping the patient quietlv in bed
for some hours after his restoration; the
whole system being administered by a
well-trained and disciplined staff, which
is kept in constant readiness.— Medical
Times and Gazette.
—Negro minstrels claim that they get
a majority of their jokes from the news,
papers. This is rather rough on the press
but if the public can stand it, we can.—
N. Y. Advertiser.
—A book agent wandered into a Bow
ery museum the other day, and talked,
to a wax figure of General Jackson three
hours, trying to induce him to subscribe
for a work in one hundred and forty
two parts, price fifty cents each —no
subscription taken for less than the en
tire work. “Well,” he said, as he
turned to go, “if you didn’t want it,
why d.dn’tyou say so two hours ago?”
N. Y. Mail.
; —The process of whitening sugar
with clay was discovered by a hen go
ing into a sugar house after wading
through a clay puddle. Wherever she
left her tracks on the sugar the sac
charine stuff whitened. How the pro
cess of “improving” sugar by mixing it
with sand and adulterating it with glu
cose was discovered, has never been sat
isfactorily explained: but it is safe to
say that the party who found the se
cret was “no chicken.”— Norristown
Herald.
—The proorietor ot the White Horse
Hotel at Milton, Australia, announces
that “you can procure English Beer,
® eer » and also Scotch Beer. Port
Wine, Sherry Wine, Elderberry Wine
and Rhubarb Wine. No. 2 Moselle,
Roderer, Freminet and l uel’s < harlons
S Marne Squat Hock, fit for the Squat
ocracy. But we’ll whhe more about it.
I ry Rhapsodia, Nerve an<l Brain Tonic,
Sparkling Phospbated. I was suffering
With a Pimpleum beside my Phenurn
culum: by taking a course of the above
1 stopped it from spreading over the
whole region of the human archipel*
ago. ’ Detroit Free Press.
—Josh Billings' advice: “Mi deaf
boy, selekt your buzzem friend with
grate caushun; once selekted, indorse
him with yure bottom dollar.”