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MIRAGE.
We’ll read that book, we’ll sing that song,
But when? Oh, when the days are long;
When thoughts are free, and voiees clear;
Some happy time within the year—
The days troop by with noiseless tread,
The song unsung; the book unread.
We'll see that friend, and make him feel
The weight of friendship, true as steel;
Borne flower of sympathy bestow —
But time sweeps on with steady flow,
Until with quick, reproachful tear,
We lay our flowers upon his bier.
And still we walk the desert sands,
And still with tritlos fill our hand,
While ever, just beyond our reach,
A fairer purpose shows to each.
The deeds we have not done, but willed.
Remain to haunt us—unfulfilled.
—New York Commercial Advertiser.
LOST AN?) FOUND.
BY K. K. GRANT.
The summer that I left old “Vassar’s”
classic shades, crowned with honors and
flushed with triumph, father was board-*
ing at Mrs. Elliott’s; indeed he had
lived there for years, while I was pursu
ing my studies in the North, lie was a
widower of fine physique and ample for
tune, with no encumbrance save me, his
only child—Eunice Grey.
Mrs. Elliott’s boarding-house was, un
like the typical one, elegant in all its ap
pointments, with a corps of well-tra ned
servants, and a mistress that would have
graced the home of the most fastidious
connoisseur of feminine beauty and
worth. We became fast friends at once
—this petite brunette and myse.lt. To
lier invalid child I was no less strongly
attached. 1 wondered often why tne
mother was always robed in the deepest i
of mourning. That she was a widow I ,
knew; but that her bereavement was of
no recent date I had learned by chance,
from the little one who, in mentioning j
her father, told me quaintly she had
never known him, that lie had gone up
to God before the fairies had given her
to her mamma.
I asked my father if he could solve
the vexatious mystery of those sable
garments.
“Oh, yes,” he answered, “I believe I
can. It is but the fancy of a loving wo
man’s heart that sees in the sombre hues
a retiex of the grief that knows no so
lace. isoven years ago her husband per
ished in a storm that wrecked the pleas
ure yacht in which they were cruising.
She herself escaped death by the mirac
ulous interposition of Providence, be
ing caught by a passing steamer’s crew,
as she (lifted by them clinging to a
broken plank. She was carried aboard,
but lost consciousness, as the rough but
kindly hands drew her from her watery
bed. For months she lay ill, nigh to
death, her n ind a blank. When at
length the skill of the experts in the ‘Re
treat for the Insane’to which she had
been conveyed ejected the reiteration
of tea-on, she learned through the col
umns of an old Herald that she alone sur
vived that fearful gale. A few weeks
later a new-born bahv lay upon her
bosom. Miles away from the sceue of
the disaster, in a strange land, little Ada
was born. Mrs. Elliott does uot know,
as 1 do, that oiiicial stupidity—or care
lessness had reported her death some
three days after her husband’s. The oc
cupant of the bed next hers in the In
sane I'avillion h iving died,and the name
oddly enough being the same as her
own, it was immediately taken for
granted that the deceased was the vic
tim of the yacht disaster.
“The northern climate was not suited
to Ada’s delicate constitution. For this
reason Mrs. Ell ott came south and opened
a small select boarding house for the
maintainance of herself and little one.
So popular did this become under her
management, that she wa- emboldened
by the success of her humble beginning
to remove to this tine dwelling. And
you see what she accomplished here.
"She was my first love, ! unice. Years
before I met your mother I knew and
loved Edith : attimer; but she gave her
hand and heart to mv chum, George El
liott, and I went my way w.th sorrow
for mv loss, and gladness for the happi
ness of the two so dear to me. I would
ma e her my wife now; but she is true
to the memory of her husband, and
frankly says that no one can ever be as
dear to hi ras he. It is sad, this linking
one’s self with those that are gone; but
it is like a woman s constancy; and lam
not the man to press a suit I know is
vain.”
After hearing this recital I believe Ij
loved Mrs. Elliott more than ever. I cer
tainly felt deeper sympathy for her grief.
Her devotion to her child was touch- i
iug in the t xtreme. The little!
creatine—a cripple from birth—seemed
too fragile for this earth Her deep
blue i yes looked out wistnlly at one
from amidst a mass of fluffy golden I
curls So patient, .so loving, who could I
he p being drawn toward her ? 1 was |
with her day after day, reading some I
bright tale, or talking to her of the j
birds, the llowers and the bright blue j
sky; but best of all she loved to hear of;
the sea where the waves, in their silvery
tones, sang a requiem over the grave of j
the father she had never known. And
she would press her lips to the miniature
that hung by a golden thread from her
neck, and murmur words of love to the
handsome man whose image it bore, trlie
would sit for hours by the window where
ave placed her and watch the shifting
panorama of busy people in the streets
below. And when some sprightly little
elt would dance by iu childish glee Ada
would draw her mother gently to her
and kiss away the tears which clouded
those dark eyes for she knew how it
grieved her that her only child should
be so unlike other children. And in
many a pretty, touching way, the little
one would seek to show how little she
recked her own sad lot. Poor child!
she-knew not that a child’s heart is au
opeu book to its mother. But when Ada
and I were alone, she would often say:
“Oh, Eunice, why must I suffer so?
It hurts so bad to cough, and yet I can
riot keep it in. And when the doctor
comes in the mornings and sounds my
lungs, as he says. I could scream out
loud: but I do not cr/ because mamma
is always there. But it hurts so awful
bad.”
I could only press my lips toare her to
keep back the tears, and presently turn
the child’s thoughts elsewhere.
Summer passed. Autumn .n the
South, you know it, fair reader, with its
cool breezes fanning away the sultry
breath of heated days; when birds of
fashion flit back from rural scenes to
brighten the dull city with the spread of
their gay plumage; when men go back
to the dull routine of business, revivified
by the rest they have taken; and dormant
society wakes from its sleep.
That fall New Orleans’s pulse beat
with feverish activity, for it witnessed
theopeningof the “World's Exposition.”
And right royally the dear old city wel
comed a concourse such as had never be
fore graced her doors. A concourse
drawn thither by the grand pageant in
which all nationalities forgot their dif
ferences, anti united in bringing their
treasures to enrich the scene. Mrs
Ediott’a was the vantage point toward
which the affluent visitor to the South
eru metropolis invariably made his way.
To a certain number only she gave ad
mission. No thought of a golden harv
est to be reaped could persuade her to
incommode her bonders by an unseemly
crowding in of other guests, so that
while other houses were swarming with
crowds of humanity that jostled oue
against the other in the small compass
allotted to them as value received for
, the liberal stipend paid, ours was free
from these discomforts. Father was en
gaged at the “Exposition Building” all
day and far into tiie night, superintend
ing his interests there.
As winter uppr. ached, Mrs. Ellio-tt
but rarely left Ada, for she saw, what
eveu to strangers was plain, that the lit
tle b id was passing away to bloom in
the garden oi Paradise. I assumed all
the duties and responsibilities of the
' housekeeping that the mother and her
| child might not be parted during the
j last days of sad, but sweet companion
| ship. To my father 1 relegated the col
| lection of bills, the payment of dues;
keeping strict account of each receipt
and every expenditure.
One night he returned home much
’ earlier than was his wont. Ilis face was
ashen pale, and his limbs trembled with
excitement. I went with him to his
room to try aud persuade him to rest, but
he sileni ed my fears of his ill-health,
assuring me that ail was well with him.
Aud then he told me: “Eunice, child, I
have seen what at first I thought the
phantom of a dear old friend to-day.
Twice did I see the familiar features in
the surging crowd that swept by me. I
followed, scarce crediting my senses;
and at length I found him—Edith’s hus
band—my old friend, George Elliott,
Eunice, how enn I tell her?”
“But,” said I, when the first surprise
was past, “how can you explain the mys
tery of his reappearance? For years he
was mourned as dead.”
”Ves; but he, too, was rescued by a
good Samaritan of the deep, aud be
lieve 1 h.s wife was lost, owing to the
orlicial stupidity of which I once told
you. The poor woman that was hur
ried off to the Potter’s field as soou as
the breath left her body, was, months
later, disinterred, and buried beneath a
marble shaft, in George’s plot at Green
wood. My friend, still wore mournig for
bis wife when I met him to day.”
“So, perhaps, alter all some men have
women’s fancies,” said E
l ather kissed me tenderly—“go pre
pare Edith for the meeting. George
waits anxiously. 1 have told him of his
child, he knows that her stay will not be
for long.” I hurried to obey my father’s
wishes. Something of the joy l felt at
the anticipation ol' the glad must
have appeaud in my face smiled
sweetly as I entered. “Sister (she al
ways t ailed me so toward the last) Sis
ter —has —good news,” said she, faintly.
“1 have, darling, good, very, very
good news.”
'‘Will—you—tell—us?”
Kneeling there beside her, I stroked
the little hand she laid in mine as I an
swered, “yes my darling, in a little
while. Are you strong enough to listen
to a little story first? ’
“Yes—yes”—eagerly answered the
child.
“Well, then, dailing, many years ago,
we will say seven years since, there was
a lady and a gentleman sailing on one of
those pretty white winged yatchs that
skim over the billows like a bird at
sea —”
“Stop! stop!” cried Edith.
I motioned her to silence, and con
tinued: “A tiny black cloud suddenly
arose in the clear blue sky, a harbinger
of the swift oncoming storm; but none
noticed the warning, and the precious
moments passed on. The wind arose,
gaining rapidly in intensity until it. cul
minated in a furious gale. The tiny
yacht danced like a leaf on the storm
tossed waves. But, oh, cruel fate! The J
tempest felt no pity for the two hearts
there. Amid the roll of thunder and
the triumphal roaring of the wind, the
wicked deed was done. And when next
the lightning’s dash lit up the scene, the
waves were sighing mournfully for the
little boat that had gone down, down
into the frave beneath the deep blue
sea—”
“.-Hop! stop!” cried Edith. “Eunice,
darling, it was a storm such as you have
pictured that robbed me of my husband.”
“The papa —l nevbr knew, ”
echoed the child. “I—will—meet—
him—soon, dear mamtnma. —and—
tell—him—how —you —loved —him.”
She ( aused, and her eyes fastened
themselves in amazed surprise upon the
door which had opened softly as she
j spoke. No need for me to turn, I knew;
1 felt who stood there. Edith alone had
; heard nothing. “Tell him, darling,”
she murmured through her tear', “that
the heart I gave him years ago is now as
truly his as then and that when at length
death comes, I will gladly welcome the
call that summons me to you and to him.”
1 gasped for breath as she spoke, for a
stranger had drawn near to the bedside.
My father stood beside him. “The
pretty yacht went down, but husband
and wife were saved!” I cried out joy
ously. Edith looked at me keenly.
‘‘Saved 1 Both?” she echoed.
“Yes! yes!” said the child. “Oh,
mamma, he is here—the father I never
knew—and loved so well.” And pale
and exhausted from the effort she had
made, Ada lay fainting ou the pillow
which was scarcely whiter than her face.
Shall I ever forget Edith’s eyes as they
met the loving gaze of her husband she
had mourned as dead? Oh, the rapture
of that meeting! saddemd as it was by
the drifting away of a little life so near,
so dear to both.
We sat by that bed through the whole
I of that night- -our Ada’s last night on
! earth. l ong past midnight she rallied
from her stupor and faintly called:
I “It grows—so dark—oh, mamma—is
i this—death?”
“-My darling, my darling!” was tin
broken cry in response.
“Oh, wife, think how she has suffered;
rejoice that all pain wili soon be past.”
“See, see, how br : glit—it grows.
Listen—the sweet —music —hush! It
comes nearer—nearer— oh—the—bright
—pretty light. Mamma—papa —sister
—the dark—is all gone now.”
A faint gasp for breath, a tremor of
the eyelids, and as the gray light of the
early morn stole in, there amidst the
flowers she loved, Ada lay at rest for
ever.— Yankee Made.
Venezuelan Coffee.
What I saw of the process of making
coffee, writes W. A. Baton to the -V‘w
York 'limes from Venezuela, requires no
elaborate, carefully-considered descrip
tion. The following plain and unstilted
cook book, English, will suffice to initi
ate the careful, painstaking housewife
in the mystery of how to make a cup of
coffee. Get your Venezuela coffee—the
fattest, roundest, heaviest beans—roast
enough of them to serve for the making
of as many large cupfuls as there are to
be drinkers. Boast the beans, do not
burn brown, do not blackeu them; bray
them while hot in a mortar -with a pestle;
do not grind them in any kind of a pat
ented or unpatented labor-saving and
coffee-spoiling machine whatsoever.
Crushing does not, and grinding does,
cause the coffee to part with some of its
aroma. Tie the grains thus crushed to
about the size of flaxseed in a bag of
thick, white flannel, so thick that no
dirt or dust, if any there be in the coffee,
may escape through the interstices of
the cloth. Take a plain earthen pot, till
it with water, and set it on the fire till
it is tot, very hot, and the water has
been boi ] ed a minute or two. Throw
out the water, put in the bag, let the
coffee steam a few minutes, the lid of
the pot closely fitting, and allowing no
escape of aroma. Carefully lift the
cover, pour in boiling -water enough to
make one-third of a cup of coffee for
each prospective drinker and third
of a cup for the pot, Let the hag of
coffee boil three minutes, the lid of the
pot still on, letting the steam escape as
little as possible.
In three minutes—the time it takes to
boil an egg—the coffee is ready. Pour
out one-third of this black, strong, hair
lifting essence, dilute it with twice the
quantity of boiled milk—milk of the
Andalusian cow; sweeten it with pape
lon, natural Venezuelan sugar crystals,
and you will be prepared to enjoy the
delights that excited me to two cups and
a half that morning John, Hans, Jean
Juan gave me for de-ayuno in the hotel
of blessed memory in the sweet vale of
Caracas. Breakfast served in our own
parlor, John waited upon us deftly and
with entire composure, omitting, how
ever, his habitual custom of cigarette
smoking.
Elk vs. Wild Dogs.
A stockman just in from the Wind
River range tells a story of a fierce and
exciting battle between a courageous old
elk and the wild dogs that infest the
Wind River region. The river escapes
from the mountains and bills into what
is known as the basin district, over high
and beautiful falls named the -laiden
Hair. While riding near these falls a few
days ago the stockman’s attention was
attracted by a deep baying, and at once
recognizing the sound as coming from
the savage dogs and realizing the ne
cessity of getting out of the way, the
horseman rode rapidly to the too of a
neighboring hill, which commanded an
excellent view of the falls and also of the
surreundinoajpuntry. He had scarcely
reached of the hill when he saw,
dashing along a high ridge running
parallel to the river, a magnificent elk,
hotly chased by a dozen or more mount
ain dogs. The race had evidently been
on for some time, for the elk appeared
about exhausted and the dogs were not
in the best of condition. On swept the
pursued and the pursuers, every bound
bringing the dogs nearer the haunches of
the tired elk. Suddenly the elk changed
his course and plunged down the side of
the ridge, making straight for the falls.
Overhanging the edge of the river, and
towering directly above the pool at the
foot of the falls, was a huge rock. On
to this rock the bull made his way, and
planting himself within a few feet of the
edge and with lowered antlers, awaited
the attack. lie did not have to wait
long. The dogs came with a rush and
hurled themselves at their prey. First
one and then another dog was caught in
the elk’s antlers and sent howling into
the depths below. Just when the light
was the hottest the rock, or ledge, upon
which the battle was being fought, sud
denly gave way, and with a crash the
combatants were dropped into the water
and rocks at the foot of the falls, and
their bruised and bleeding remains were
■ swept down the stream. Globe Democrat.
A Plague of Crickets.
Accounts are published in Paris of
the devastation caused by crickets in
Algeria. The insects resemble, but are
not identical with either locusts or grass
hoppers. Last year swarms of grass
hoppers ravaged the colony. This year
the crickets have taken their place.
They spring like grasshoppers, but have
a more rapid aud sustained flight. They
foim clouds which shut out the light of
the sun. When they alight on the
ground they destroy every trace of vege
tation. They sometimes fall exhausted
cn the ground in such numbers as to
cover it with a layer of dead bodies,
from which pestilential exhalations arise.
The method still employed to check the
evil in the Africar possessions of Francs
is the old and expensive one of digging
long trenches at a right angle to the ad
vancing swarms, and placing on the most
distant side a sort of fence, formed by a
web of cloth. The advancing insects
strike against the cloth, fall into the pit,
and are there covered with lime or mould.
The Algerian authorities have spent
$140,000 in destroying them, and now
contemplate a further expenditure of
$200,000 to complete the work. It was
recently stated that the English authori
ties in Cyprus had traced the locusts in
that island to their breeding place, and
had there to a great extent succeeded in
destroying them in germ, before they be
; came developed into the destructive
swarms which periodically devastated
tliatisland. Commercial Advertiser.
Glass windows commenced to mike
their appearance in English private
houses in 1 too. Glass was first brought
U> England iu 663.
WITH THE SEAL IIIMERS.
A. TRIP TO THE FROZEN NORTH ON
A SEALING- VESSEL.
A Seal Hunter’s Outfit —Ice Floes
Covered with Seals—Staticliter
ing- and Skinning the Animals.
The Newfoundland sealing-fleet, con
sisting of a number of steel-plated steam
ers and numerous heavy-built sailing ves
sels have recently taken their departure
from the leading island ports for the
Northern ice-floes. As the operations of
the hunters vary little from year to year,
writes Edmund Collins in the New York
Indipendeut , I shall transcribe from my
note-book a record of an expedition
made by myself to the cold and ghostly
floes.
The captain of the invited me to
accompany him, and 1 at once pro
ceeded to equip myself with the usual
seal-hunter’s outfit. This consisted of
heavy woolen clothes,seal-skin top-boots,
the legs being hairy and the feet d e-sed.
These are called “skin” bats by the seal
ers, and you wear in them two or three
jjairs of heavy stockings. I got a gaff,
the chief weapon of the hunter; this is
a short wooden pole with a steel spike
in one end. My belt and long sheatli
knife, called “skulping knife” bv the
hunters, and a large sealing gun com
pleted my outfit.
Besides the regular ship’s company
the sealing crew consisted of over three
bundled men, all strapping fellows who
sing in the bitter cold, aud pause before
no danger if duty calls them.
I was awakened in the early dawn of
the fifth day by much bustle and shout
ing on deck, and when 1 put my head up
I heard such expressions as these:
“There’s more swiles (seals) there!”
“There’s another bunch yonder!” “The
ice be crawlin’ with ’em!” Mounting
into the cross-trees I got a good view
with my field glass. Almost every
where I looked I saw a covey of white
coat seals. They were disposed mostly
in family groups and some of them xvere
engaged in the harmless occupation, ap
parently, of sucking little spurs of ice.
Where the enormous congregation of
animals got breakfast upon this compact
floe was a puzzle that I could not solve.
When the hunters began to pour out
on the ice the sun was just out. The
hunters took with them only their gaffs.
I took my gaff and set out, accompanied
by a hunter who kindly volunteered to
break me in. Round about me every
where I saw gaffs uplifted and descend
ing, and then a red spot on the blue
white ice. “Over here,” the hunter
said, pointing to a pan or ice-cake -where
half a dozen white coats lay basking in the
light. As we drew near the old ones be
gan $o squirm away, but the young ones
turned upon their backs like puppies,
their flippers pointing upward. I had
not the heart to strike, but the hunter’s
gaff came down with deadly force upon
the head of each in turn. He first dis
patched those who were trying to escape,
then killed the young oues. Having
done this he unsheathed li.s knife, bid
ding me note his method. Then he
opened the animal down the body, cut
ting through tne heavy coating of
“blubber,” or fat, till he reached the
lean; cut it round at the throat and at
the tail, and then stripped off the entire
pelt. This he did to each in a space
almost as brief as it takes me to relate it
in. I lost my tenderheartedness pretty
soon, and when we went away, looking
for another covey, I was keen to kill and
“skulp” for inyseif. The three hundred
and odd men had soon scattered every
where around the ship within a radius
of a mile, and by noon there was not a
live seal within that space. The glare
from the ice was very painful to the un
protected eye, but some of us had smoked
glasses. My companion remained with
aie, and we came upon several other
groups of seals. Before I returned to the
ship my gaff was as merciless and as sure
as any, a'nd I killed and “skulped” for
my first day no less than fifteen seals.
At two o’clock I was “foundered,”
owing to the peculiar step one has to
adopt walking over the slippery ice.
The laborious part of a seal hunter’s
work is not the slaughter, but’ collecting
the nelts. If the ice is not too close, the
steamer pushes her way from heap to
heap: but this floe was so compact about
three miles iu from the open sea that the
hunters had to drag the pelts, eveu on
the first day a distance of nearly two
miles. In the evening there was scarce y
a man whose shoulder was not bleeding
from the strain of the tow-rope.
We discovered the next day that there
were other vessels in the floe, and this
made it necessary to put a miniature flag
with our ship’s colors over each of our
heaps of pelts that were not dragged to
;lie ship. I think we were about a week
in the floe -when the Captain announced
that if we had our pelts on board we
should be loaded. He had taken ata e
and found that about twenty-eight thou
sand seals had keen killed by our gaffs.
During the next week the hunters were
employed entirely in dragging the pelts
to the ship.
When at last our ship was loaded
every heart was glad, but there was
grievous labor iu sawing and chopping
before the ship could move. Neverthe
less three weeks after our entry into the
floe we were again in the open sea. The
men were obliged to slecqi on the pelts
in the hold, their clothing and blankets
soaked with seal oil. To add to the in
convenience, we had to take on board
fifty men whose schooner was crushed in
the' ice a few miles away. About a
third of the value of a cargo of seals
goes to the hunters, the .owners of the
ship getting the remainder. Our cargo
of pelts would fetch about $120,000.
Numbers of men around the coast de
p ;ud upon the spring seal catch for
much of their year’s earnings. lnd
e•pendent.
A Homesick Pony’s Journey.
The following story was sent out from
Millersbc-rg, Ky., and is vouched for.
Whether its being vouched fof makes it
any easier to believe, we leave our
readers to determine, says the New Or
leans Times- Democrat:: “Ernest Butler,
of this place, has a frieud in the Indian
Territory, who six months ago sent him
an Indian pony. She was kept confined
in the stable until the last four weeks.
When she got out she wandered off
through the several States, swam several
rivers, and arrived in the Indian Terri
tory last Monday. The pony traveled
in four weeks 1200 miles.”
The Destructive Teredo.
Those who have watched the vessels
hauled out on tho marine railway and
noticed the pieces of planking taken
from them, will have seen that some of
them are completely honeycombed. This
is caused by the ravages of the teredo, or
ship or pile worm, one of the greatest
pests in Southern waters. The works
on this subject say:
“The shell is thick, short and globu
lar, widely valved, open in front and be
hind, lodged at the larger or inner ex
tremity of a cylindrical tube, partly or
entirely lined with calcareous matter,
and often open at both ends. The valves
are reduced to mere appendages at the
foot; in the centre of their circular open
ing this organ is protruded, the whole
forming a very effectual boring appara
tus, which is indicated by their peculiar
shape, strength, arrangement of the val
vular ridges, and great size of the ad
ducted muscle. The animal is elonga
ted and worm like, the length being due
chiefly to the prolongation backward of
each respiratory tube, the siphons of
which are provided with two calcareous
triangular, flattened plates, the palettes
of which are always turned to the exter
nal aperture. They attack wood im
mersed in water, boring in the direction
of the grain, and only turning aside
when a hard knot or a companion is
sttuck, the presence of the latter being
detected by the sense of hearing. The
dust of the rasped wood is introduced by
the cavity into the mouth by the foot
and swallowed, being usually found fill
ing the long intestine.”
In the construction of the wharves in
this harbor, palmetto piling brought
from the small islands on the Florida
coast have been found to withstand the
ravages of the teredo better than any
other material. The cost of replacing
the piling destroyed by this marine nui
sance in these waters will amount to
thousands of dollars annually, and ves
sels not coppered or having their bot
toms sheathed with metal have to be
hauled out every three months for
repairs. Some years ago a brig arrived
here from an English port, and lay at an
chor in the stream for several weeks
during the summer. The craft was not
coppered, and on returning to her home
port was hauled out, when it was dis
covered that the bottom had been com
plately honeycombed by the teredo, and
it had to be replaced by new planking.
—Galveston News.
lluts in China.
A plague of rats is reported in China,
which recalls the German legend of the
rats of Hamelin. Certain postal routes
have had to be changed in Outer Mongo
lia on account of the honey-combing of
the whole country by myriads of rats,
who have burrowed and eaten up the
pasturage so extensively that the supply
of food for camels and horses is greatly
diminished, aud the burrows are danger
ous to all mounted travelers and couriers.
The prize offered by the Australian Gov
ernment for a riddance of the rabbits
which infest that country may afford a
suggestion to the authorities in China to
offer inducements which M. Pasteur or
some unknown Whittington may find
advantageous enough to undertake the
task of ridding the country of these
vermin.
Why They Moved. —A little Harlem
hoy whose impecunious parents are al
ways moving from one house to another,
was asked by the Sunday-School teacher:
“Why did the Israelites move out of
Egyp l ? ’ “Because they couldn’t pay
their rent, I suppose,” was the reply.
John Half, of Westbrook, Ga.,
named his first child First Half; his
next, Second Half; his third, Other Half;
and his fourth, Best Half. He says that
his blessings come in halves.
IV as America Ever Discovered?
At the time when Columbus started In
search of the New World, nearly every man,
woman and child in Europe insisted that there
was no New World to discover. When he
came back, crowned with success, a large pro
portion of these good people adhered io their
theory; and if they were alive to-day many of
them would doubtless insistthat America had
never been discovered at all. A man will give
up anything in this world more readily than a
pet theory. For example, look at the individ
uals who still maintain that consumption is
incurable. Dr. Pierce’s Golden Medical Dis
covery has cured thousands upon thousands
of cases and will cure thousands more, but
these people can’t give up their point. Never
theless the “Discovery” will cure any case of
consumption, if taken in time.
Nothing more iuio.e to cause loss of appe
tite than eating.
CAN’T SLEEP!
Sleeplessness and fearful dreams
are the earliest and surest signs
of brain exhaustion. In healthy
sleep brain force is being stored
up to meet the next day’s de
mands. But nowadays the ner
vous system has been so over
tasked that it is nnable to control
the mind, and at night the worries,
troubles, and work are as present
as during the day. Hence the
brain has not time to recu
perate its energies. The proper
medical- remedies are seefatives,
nerve tonics, laxatives, and
regulators of kJ. the general func
tions. and celery are
theseda tives and nerve
tonics de jLp' manded,
and in «vVT a * ne ’ s
Celery SJ \LG? Com
pound IJ. i JW. their
full ben <LT eficial
effect is “*jy4§)
Italsocon / -M tains, in
scientific f/j(
the best remediesof
the ma vrfc V
ca for eon \j 1 t|\stipation
andkidneyjLvjj \ y and liver
disorders. f ' This is a
brief des criptiou
ofthemedi '"“ ar, * w c-ine which
has brought sweet rest to thou
sands who tossed in sleepless
ness from night to morning, or
whose morbid dreams caused them
to awake more tired than ever.
All nervous, sleepless, debilitated,
or aged people will find vigor and
perfect health in the great nerve
tonic, Paine’s Celery Compound.
Price, SI.OO.
Sold by druggists. Circulars free.
WELLS.RICHARDSOMCO. Proprietors
BURLINGTON, VT.
A FOST-OITICE ROBBERY.
llow the Thieves Managed to Get
Into the Safe.
A post-office inspector says;—l went
up into Minnesota to investigate a rob
bery. The postmaster was a well-to-do
German merchant, whose greatest ambi
tion is to be postmaster. He has a son,
‘N ick, ’ a round faced little bov, who was
all smiles aud smartness. When the
postmaster received his commission he
called Nick to one side confidentially:
‘Nick, I am der bostmaster; you are der
assistant bostmaster. Der government
trust us with broherty, und I don’d feel
riglid aboud it. I must go down to St.
Baul und puy a safe.’ So the old man
went and bought a new safe that cost
$425. They got it in place, put all the
stamps and other government property
into it, aud two weeks later burglars en
tered the building and the safe was
opened and robbed. When I got on the
ground the postmaster first wanted to
read his political speeches in the last
campaign and tell me how much he
thought of the administration, but we
got to business finally. He showed me
how the burglars got into the building—
quite an easy trick—and then showed
the safe. ‘Und dese doors was open just
as dey are now!’ he said. I looked over
the safe; it was brand new—not a mark
of violence on it anywhere, nor locks dis
turbed. I told the postmaster Nick
must have forgotten to lock it the night
of the burglary. This brought Nick to
his feet in a paroxysm. All at once
something caught my eye on the wall.
It was: ‘Turn to the right three times,
stop at 37; to the left twice, stopping at
91; to the right once to 84—open. ’
“ ‘Wljat is that?’ I asked.
“ ‘Oh! dot is der gombination. You
see, when I get this new safe in they
sent a card up from St. Paul with that
on, but I forget him, and Nick he lose
him, so I just write dot up on der wall
where we can see him.’
“ ‘And yon can’t imagine how the
thieves got into your safe ?’
“ ‘I haf buzzled my brain over it for
two months!’
“ ‘Don’t you think the thieves might
have found the combination on the
wall ?’
“A great light seemed to break in
upon the honest German ‘bostmaster.'
He opened his eyes wide, looked again
at the safe and the combination on the
wall, and then, with a big sigh, remark
ed: ‘Well, now, maybe dot was so.’ ”
Lassoing Tramps. —Officer Orgnello,
of the Los Angeles police, carries a las
so, and he finds it of great assistance in
catching tramps who may desire to evade
him and the jail which awaits the cap
tured tramp in that city.
The Re-uit of Merlr.
When anything stands a test of fifty year 9
among a discriminating peop e.it is pretty
good evidence that there is merit somewhere.
Few, if any, medicines have met with such ,
continned success and popu arity as has
marked the progress of Brandreth’s PILLg,
which, af er a trial of over fifty years, are con
ceded to be the safest and most eilectual blood
.purifier, tonic and alternative ever introduced
to the publ'c. t
That this is the result of mer't, and that'
Bras dreth’3 Pills perform all that Is claimed
tor them, is conclusively prov d by the fact
that those who regard them with the greatest
favor are those who have med them the
longest.
Branpbeth’s Pills are fold in every drugi
and medicine store, either plain or sugar-'
coated.
Keely. the motor man, is trying to invent a
toboggan that will run up hill.
Chronic nasal catarrh positively cured, by
Dr. Sage’s Remedy.
There is no such word as ‘‘fail” among the
fruit preservers. Their motto is: “I can.”
Don’t neglect your teeth, they are too valu
able. Use Long’s Pearl Tooth Soap.
Beck & Gregg Hardware Co.,
T.AIxTTA, GrA.
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