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TRENTON. GEORGIA.
Mines of mica, said to be more profita
ble than gold, are now in course of largo
development near Moscow, Idaho.
The terms of twenty-six United Statet
Senators—thirteen Democrats and thir
teen Republicans will expire next
March.
It is stated that there are <>oo,ooo mea
in Illinois between the ages of sixteen
and forty, of whom 0n5,000 are not mem
bers of the Evangelical churches.
The announcement is made that the
British Empire is about to annex a large
section of Central Africa containing a
population of 12,000,000 and great tiade
possibilities.
Two dogs have been decorated foi
bravery and fidelity by the Society for
the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals in
Paris. One saved its mistress P~*u a
burglar, and the other its mas'
from drowning.
John Johnson, of New Hampshire,
gave $14,000 in cash out of his pocket
five years ago for a Fourth of July cele
bration at Concord. It was a big one
and a grand one, and he has been at
work on a farm for $lB per month ever
since.
Georgia’s Commissioner of Agricul
ture, Henderson, thinks that the Span
ish peanut will revolutionize the State’s
husbandry, as by means of it the farmers
can raise cheaply more than all the meat
they use, and for which they now send
millions to the Northwest.
This is Presidential year in several
American republics besides the United
States. Mexico will soon have its Presi
dential election, and General Diaz will
be elected for a third term. Ecuador,
has had its election; so has Venezuela.
Bolivia also elected a president recently,
or is supposed to have done so.
Mr. Alphonse Lenomand, a French en
gineer residing in Orizaba, Mexico, has
succeeded in making of gurapo, the
fermented cane juice, a red wine in imi
tation of Bordeaux, a white wine resem
bling Sauterue, and a species of cognac,
which if developed promises an impor
tant industry in the future for the State.
It appears that besides having ships
with no guns, England has cavalrymen
with no horses. For example, the Third
Begiment of Household Cavalry has but
800 horses for 1000 men, and 17,000
dragoons and hussars have but 10,-
000 horses. In the German army the
usual proportion is 1000 horses to 700
men.
A new State is about to be admitted
to the sisterhood of nations. Letters
patent have been granted to “The Brit
ish East African Company,” giving them
full power to erect and maintain a gov
ernment, with taxes and army. It lies
north of the German East African Soci
ety, near Zanzibar, and includes some of
the finest land in Central Africa.
“Greece is lamenting the sad fate of
the famous brigand chief, Nico,” says the
New York Sun, “who, with nine of his
men, has just been killed in a fight with
soldiers. Nico’s best known exploit was
the capture, a few years ago, of Colonel
Singer, for whom he obtained a ransom
of SBO,OOO. Since then tourists have
been shy, and civilization has advanced
in Greece, so that Nico’s life of late ha 8
not been all beer and skittles.”
The railways of the United Statbj, if
placed continuously, would reach more
kthan half-way to the moon, Thomas
Clarke declares in Scribner'i
wNagazine. Their bridges alone would
reach from New York to Liverpool.
Notwithstanding the number cf acci.,
dents we read of in the daily papers,
statistics show that less persons are
killed annually on railways than are
killed annually by falling out of win
dows.
The commercial travelers of this
country now number over 250,000, and
reach in their journeyings every town
and hamlet in this country: they are the
greatest distributers of goods, shipping
about 300,000,000 tons out of 400,000,-
000 tons now carried yearly by the rail
roads, and they spend over $1,750,000
per day, or about $382,000,000 pet
traveling year of nine months, which is
distributed among the carriers, hotels,
shop-keepers and producers.
Indian slavery is said by the New
York Sun, to have replaced African
lavery in Brazil. .Mr. Wells, a great
Brazilian traveler, says that “in the
wildest regions of the tributaries of the
Amazons bands of India-rubber gather
ers carry on an iniquitous traffic with
many Indian tribes, from whom they
acquire captives from other tribes. The
lawlessness of their proceedings is fully
admitted by the Brazilian Government,
but over the vast areas in the distant
regions thr mgh which they roam it is
absolutely impossible to maintain any
check over them.”
The Mikado of Japan is disappointed
in his queer-eyed subjects. They failed
to appreciate the liberal edicts by which
he granted them freedom of press and
permission to do as they liked. The
press devotes itself principally to poking
fun at the Royal Family, and the people
have been industriously forming them
selves into all kinds of sa red societies,
which his Majesty considers objection
able. Now the press has been re
muzzled, the societies have been broken
up, and the Mikado announces that he
will resume his line of conduct as a well
meaning despot.
The new steel ferryboat Robert Gar
rett, of the Staten Island Rapid Transit
Company, recently constructed in Balti
more, and already placed on the route
between New York to Staten Island, li
the largest in the world. The boat is
236 feet long. 30 feet beam and 14 feet
depth from her lower deck. The en
gines have an aggregate of 1500 horse*
power. It is said that she can carry
5000 passengers, if need be, and that
she will make the trip between New
York and Staten Island in seventeen
minutes. On her trial trip she developed
a speed of eighteen miles.
The statistics of the production of coal
in the United States for the year 1887,
prepared by Charles A. Ashburner, havs
been issued by J.W. Powell, Director of
the United States Geological Survey.
From these statistics it appears the total
production of coal was 123,965,255 short
tons, valued at the mines at $173,530,-
996. Of the above, 39,506,255 tons were
anthracite, valued at $79,365,244, the
remainder being bituminous, brown,
lignite, etc. It appears that coal is found
in about thirty different States and seven
Territories. The little State of Rhode
Island supplies 6000 tons of coal.
While a large number of persons are
fighting very hard to keep living China
men out of this counlry, the Chinamen
themselves have gone practically to work
to get all the dead Chinamen out of it
and to have them buried in the, to them,
sacred soil of Eastern Asia. This big
task has been undertaken by the Six
Companies of California and their rep
resentatives in New York. Three mem
bers of these companies have been in the
latter place directing the arrangements
for the disinterment of the Chinamen
buried in the vicinity of the metropolis.
These will number about 400, and all are
buried in Evergreen Cemetery.
In his interesting articles on the cost
of the production of wheat Mr. Edward
Atkinson, the eminent statistican, says
that Dakota is capable of producing on
one-sixth of her area all the wheat re
quired for consumption by the popula
tion of Great Britain and Ireland. This
statement, on first reading, seems im
probable. But Dakota is 350 miles in
breadth and 450 in length. The area ol
this magnificent territory is over 95,.*
000,000 acres, and one-sixth of this
could produce, at the present average
yield per acre, nearly 240,000,000
bushels of wheat--more than enough to<
give bread to all the people of the
United Kingdom.
Professor Lodge, an Engli-h electri
cian, has arrived at the conclusion that
lightning rods are almost wholly useless.
He is satisfied that the ordinary light
ning rod has no protective zone, and
that a house may be struck though
equipped with a rod having perfect con
nections. He thinks there is no means
of guaranteeing immunity from light
ning stroke, but that the danger may be
minimized, not by the employment of
high lightning rods and a few stout con
ductors, but by fitting the eaves and
roofs of buildings with barbed wire,and
connecting the wire in a great number of
places with the earth by iron wires of
comparatively small sections.
In the narrow, South American valley,
where the Amazon takes its rise among
the Peruvian Andes, a woman was re
cently burned to death because the
populace believed her to be a witch.
The town of Pataz, which has thus dis
tinguished itself, says the Times-Demo
crat, lies on a well traveled valley road,
is big enough to figure on the maps and
in the gazetteers, and from the moun
tains on the west the intelligent citizens
must be almost able to see the railroad
that has straggled into the neighboring
valley north of them. As the stone age
of human existence, however, still holds
sway in some parts of the world, it is
probably a little too early to expect that
witches will everywhere take a back
seat.
A false impression prevails in many
quarters,declares the Globe Democrat, that
the Mormons pretend to still possess the
golden plates found by Joseph Smith in
the Hill of Cumorah. This is no such
thing. They have only the testimony
of the witnesses—the last of whom,
David Wliitmer, died recently in Mis
souri—that they saw and handled the
plates, and it is their testimony which
has given such strong substantiation to
the statements of Joseph Smith. The
first prophet held the plates only long
enough to transcribe their contents, read
ing them as he did by means of Urim
and Thummim. After that the plates dis
appeared as mysteriously as they had
come into existence, and no living fol
lower of Joseph Smith now knows any
thing about them.
“IF PEACE AND LOVE WERE ONE."
SwMtheart, if Peace and Love were one,
How golden bright, from sun to sun,
The summer hours would come and go,
So darkened now with fear and woe —
If Peace and Love were onel
Ah! why, beneath the changing sky,
When Love pursues, doth fair peace fly,
And at the portal of the heart
When young Love knocks,doth Peace depart,
Beneath the changing sky?
Yet if we ’twixt the twain must choose,
If either Peace or Love must lose,
Shall we not cry: “Come, Love, with Pain,
Though never Peace return again!- -
If ’twixt the twain we choose?
Alas! not till Life sighs, “Adieu!’'
Not till the red rose-bloom is through,
Comes Peace to lie upon Love's breast,
With roses white to crowu his rest —
Not till Life sighs, “Adieu.”
—Katharine Williams, in Harper's Weekly.
A HERO OF THE ELIZZARD.
BY MAKOAKET E. 6ANGBTER.
A two-headed, freckled-face little fel
low, with no beauty in his thin cheeks,
high forehead or long upper lip, but
with a pair of great blue eyes, which
looked fearlessly out upon the world in
which he was a lonely waif. Abe’s
father and mother had both died during
an epidemic in a far off southern town,
and he had been tossed from hand to
hand ever since, finding seven homes,
such as they were, in as many years. At
present he was not with relatives, though
’Squire Holbrook’s sister-in-law had
been a distant connection of his step
aunt, but the boy found himself rather
better off with stxaugers than he had
been when with his own kith and kin.
At no time since his orphanhood had he
been made to feel less frequently that
he was a burden and an expense, eating
people out of house and home, wearing
out clothes faster than hands coulu
make them, costing more than he was
worth.
Had there not been a fountain of sweet
waters somewhere in the boy’s nature,
he must have grown bitter and hard in
the years during which he had been
nagged at by this aunt and scolded by
that uncle, sent supperless to bed by one
task mistress and shamed before com
pany by another, treated, in fact, as no
sensitive child ever ought to be during
the growing and developing period ol
life. But .Mrs. Holbrook, good,motherly
soul, into whf se harbor of peace the
Eoor little lad had drifted, by a series of
appenings, declared up and down that
no better boy had ever come into our
house, and, thanks to her gentle words
and her brooding care, Abe was begin
ning to lose the unehildlike. look which
had distressed the kind woman s heart.
There are women who have a genius
for nursing hurt and timid things, pet
ting and cossetting, coaxing unthrifty
plants into greenness and bloom, and
bringing out the best that is in even un
lovely natures. It was a happy day for
Abe when Mrs. Holbrook took him under
her wing, praising his neat ways, makihg
him briny tho lv-iiil 100 -ono to li«r that
she might coach him a bit before he went
to school, and taking pity on the arms
which were too long for his jacket, and
the legs which were in advance of his
trousers.
o, The day when Mrs. Holbook took Abe
town with her, driving straight to the
door of the principle tailor and buying
a whole new suit lor the twelve-year
old lad, who had been clothed for seven
years in other people’s leavings, was a
l lay to be remembered life, marked
with a white stone. of pride
and self-respect which came over the
lad s soul was so great and distinct that
he seemed to grow an inch taller on the
spot.
“He’ll never be handsome, Ma Hoi
brook!” said ’Squire, impartially, sur
veying the erect figure as the boy went
cheerily whistling across the yard that
evening.
“ No matter, Pa Holbrook! ” she an
swered. “ The boy’s clear grit, and I in
tend to make a man of him if care and
kindness will do it.”
The Holbrooks had children of their
own, Libbie and Mattie, Johnnie aud
Jamie, Freddie and Faith. Perhaps it
was because the nest was already
crowded that they had room for an odd
birdling. At all events, Abe found him
self cosy and happy in the busy, bust
ling household, and he helped Mrs. Hol
brook with all his might. Up at peep
of day, bringing in chips and kindling,
lighting fires, feeding the chickens,
washing the dishes, doing something for
somebody every hour, Abe certainly did
enough. Mrs. Holbrook said to the
neighbors, pay for his keeping twice
over.
She could not stand between him and
the world, however. The teacher who
had come to Brooklyn by the same stage
which brought Abe, had been a bound
boy himself in his time, and in conse
quence had become a violent aristocrat.
He seemed to take positive delight in
snubbing Abe.
“Depend upon it,” he said to Mrs. Lu
cas, the Holbrooks’ next neighbor, ‘ ‘blood
will tell! Nobody knows the anteced
ents of that little fellow. He probably
comes of bad stock. I deem it my duty,
madam, to keep a watchful eye on boys
of that stamp. Anything wrong,
cropping out in that direction, shi 1 be
nipped in the bud, madam, nipped in
the bud.”
And Mr. Stone waved his hand as if it
held an imaginary cane, and set his lips
with an air which would have boded no
good to an unfortunate victim of his
wrath. Mrs. Lucas, a vinegar-faced
woman, given to scolding and slappiug
her own children, listened and approved.
“Them Holbrooks, oae and all, would
be better children if they were not so
dretfully spoiled,” she remarked, with
an acid expression; “but, law me! the
whole set of them hasn’t had as much
whippin’, all put together, as my Maria
Jane in the last year. It shows the lack
o’ trainin’, Mr. Stone. Go there when
you will and there’s laughin’ and shoutin’
and carryin’ on in that house Irt to wake
the dead. Nothin' like the quiet times
here. Keep on with that seam, > aria
Jane! If it isn’t done as it should be
you'll have to pick every stitch out, and
be switched into the bargain. No cross
looks, miss, Ee pleasant, or I’ll know
the reason why. You mark my words,
Mr. btone, Mis’ Holbrook will make you
treat Abe same as you tieat her own
children, she’s that eccentric and unrea
sonable!”
Tnis proved to be the case. The Hol
brooks permitted no beating to be ad
ministered upon anybody who belonged
to them, but so far as slight and sharp
words and coldness could wound, Mr.
Stone did his best to make Abe under
stand that he need expect no favor from
him. But there was good stuff in the
boy, and he did not bear malice nor
waver in his determination to get an
education if he could. That Mr. Stone’s
help was grudgingly given did not make
it less valuable.
One of those periods of trial-which
sometimes come upon families fell to the
lot of Mr. Holbrook, when the late
winter was lingering in the snowy fields
and on the windy prairies. First, Mr.
Holbrook was down with rheumatism,
six weeks of it, and it taxed the pa deuce
of the whole house to wait on him.
Then the youngest, Fay, had the
measles, and 4 rank followed in her
wake with whooping-cough. Finally,
Ma Holbrook herself came to the end of
her strength, could not get up one day,
consented to let erself be swathed in
hot flannels and aosed witli herb teas, and
was told by the doctor that she had a
narrow shave from having pneumonia.
She groaned and moaned, but being a
sensible woman, made up her mind to
stay in bed until she was able to leave it
in comfort.
Abe, meantime, was the swiftest, soft
est-footed, most thoughtful of attend
ants, always ready to help, never in the
way. Even Mrs. Lucas, coming in to
lend a hand, as a neighbor might,
found herself obliged to confess that
there was good in the boy.
“He does show gratitood, that’s a
fact,” she confided to her husband.
“Why, he acts as if he right down loved
Mrs. Holbrook!”
“Sure, now!” ejaculated Mr. Lucas.
“Well, Sarah, Mrs. Holbrook’s amighty
pleasant kind of woman, you know.”
“Humph!” said Mrs. Lucas.
Mrs. Holbrook was not yet out of her
room when one gray morning the chil
dren, Abe excepted, set out for school.
Away in the distant horizon there was a
gathering cloud, lying low, and looking
as though it meant a storm by-and-by.
Abe saw that the children had on their
wraps and their overshoes, that nobody
forgot a lunch basket, that Marne's veil
was tied carefully and Libbie's books
were strapped together.
The children had been gone an hour
or more, and a peaceful stillness had set
tled on the house, when Frank, who
owing to whooping cough was quaran
tined from school, exclaimed:
“I say, Abe, how black the sky is!
Look out, will you?”
“Hus-sh-st!” said Abe, pointing to
the half open door of the mother’s
chamber. “Don’t disturb your ma,
Frank. She’s asleep! Hallo! It looks
like a bliz/ard!”
The pale face under the tow hair
turned a shade paler, as Abe discovered
the signs of a coming tempest. It was
growing wilder every moment. The
wind was rising, all the sky was darken
ing. The cloud grew bigger every Sec
ond. Snow would be here directly.
Even the giddy Frauk knew the dread
ful meaning of the term blizzard. “Oh!
Abe,” he whispered, “I wish pa and the
children were at home!”
At that moment pa drove into the yard,
called Abe to help him. and the two be
gan to get old Brindle and Bonnie Bess
into safe quarters from the coming
storm.
“I hope to goodness that fellow Stone
will know enough to let the children
come home before the snow begins to
fall,” ejaculated Mr. Holbrook, anx
iously.
“Wouldn’t I better go after them,
sir?” inquired Abe.
“I can’t spare you, sonny, theie's too
much to do here,” replied Mr. Holbrook,
bustling about aud preparing quarters
for the cattle to stand a blockade, if need
should be.
Twenty minutes later the snow came
down, whirling in great gusts, every
snow crystal sharp as the point of a
knife, and the putts and hustling clouds
obscuring the air, so that you could not
see an inch before you.
The tinkle of a bell was heard from
the house, and Abe ran in to find .Mrs.
Holbrook sitting up in bed aud anxious
ly calling for her husband. She had
rung the bell at her side several times
before it had been heard.
“Pa!” she exclaimed, when the ’Squire
hurried in, “either you or Abe must go
for the children; they will never find the
way home. And tell Becka to make
fires all over the house, and to keep hot
water, plenty of it, and be ready to
make coffee the very moment they come
home. I’m worried half to death,father.
Never mind anything else. Go for the
children.”
When Mr. Holbrook started he found
that his wife was right. The powdery
snow, fine as Hour, made a drifting wall
of whiteness everywhere. Voices came
through this as voices do in fog,but you
could not see your neighbor forty rods
away. And the cold grew steadily more
stinging, bitter, pitiless. It was with a
feeling of great joy as he had never
known when in the mid-d of his terror a
familiar sound came to him.
“Papa! papa!”
“Fay, my baby!” answered the strong
man, stooping in the direction of the
voice, and gathering a shivering bundle
in his arms.
“The rest are here, papa; we’re all
close together,” the child assured him,
and so relieved, the father turned to
wards home, seeing the place half by in
stinct and half by the glimmer of the
lamps which, by .Mrs. Holbrook’s orders,
had been lighted and set in every win
dow.
At home, and in the door, such a
stamping and shouting and hurrahing
went on for a moment that you would
have thought the whole family mad.
Then followed a silence, and a bewil
dered, frightened pause.
“Libbie is missing! Don’t tell your
mother!” was Mr. Holbrook's cry.
But there in the doorway, wrapped in
a great shawl, an eager face looking out
from an enfolding “nubia,” the mother
was already standing, counting her
darlings. Fay was crying with the cold.
The others looked pinched and blue.
Abe was tugging at Mattie’s leggings
and Becka, with her round Norwegian
face redder than usual, was hastening
to get the coffee made.
“Libbie! Libbie! M here is my little
Libbie?"’ called the mother, distractedly.
Somebody must find her! She will
perish in this storm!”
“She may be with Maria Lucas,” be
gan Frank, hesitatingly, but nobody
took any notice of him.
“I will find Libbie, V s. Holbrook.”
said a quiet vnjf.', and Abe faced her
with resolution in the steady blue eyes.
He was dressing as he spoke, putting on
his great frieze coat and the Arctic over
shoes, buttoning well up on the legs to
ward the knee. How Mrs. Lucas had
sneered at the pampering of an orphan
when these shoes and that overcoat had
first made their appearance.
“I will go, too,” said Mr. Holbrook,
lighting a lantern and taking a great
coil of rope.
“I wish I could! I wish I could,”
moaned the r her, feeling bitterly that
women could only stay at home and pray
at such crises as these. Oh, the prayers
which mothers send from full hearts
when their dear ones are in peril, bring
ing angels to their aid. Can we doubt
it? But as the song says:
The waiting time, my brothers,
Is the hardest time of a'L
Hours passed. The neighborhood was
in a tumult. Over the hoarse voice of
the storm came the cries of men and
women, the blowing of whistles, the
confusion of the bells. The church bells
were tolled, hour by hour. Now and
then a joyous shout told that .some one
was brought home. The cold grew more
intense. There was no abatement of
the storm and snow.
Finally Mr. Holbrook came back alone
and beaten out.
“1 lost Abe,” he said, “but I think
the boy will find Libbie. No, Becka,
I’ll take the brandy flask with me. If
theyr’e alive they’ll need a stimulant.
Have a bed ready for them both, and
warm blankets.”
He went away again, this time accom
panied by a score of his friends walking
ten abreast, with a rope held in every
hand that the line might not be broken.
Back and forward, calling, searching,
they fought with the wind, but daylight
came, and no Abe, no Libbie!
Mr. Stone, who had reached shelter
early and shown no disposition to aid
the rescuing parties, declared that he
had dismissed the scholars in the very
beginning of the snow and thought it
strange that any of them had failed to
get home in safety. Forhispart, hehad
had enough of Dakota and should leave
as soon as the railroads were open.
In the early dawn, when the rescuers
were almost ready to abandon the search,
there was a joyful cry, taken up and
sent from house to house:
“found! found! found!”
The two children were huddled to
gether in the lee of a great drift, the big
frieze coat wrapped around them both.
They were insensible, but after some
hard slapping and rubbing and a few
drops of brandy life returned, and they
were taken home, Abe badly frozen, but
Libbie not much worse. She told how
he had caught her up when she was
whirling about in the wind like a cnip;
and made her walk up and down, for
Abe said, mamma, if we went to sleep
we’d die! And we were nearly dead
when papa and the men cams!
The Holbrooks say that Abo shall
hereafter be Abe Holbrook, and share
their name with their own boys and
girls. He shall never have to look for
another home while they have a roof over
their heads. —Atlanta Constitution.
WISE WORDS.
A precedent embalms a principle.
Be careful. A light heart lives long.
Life is a reckoning we cannot make
twice over.
Impulse can do wonders where prepa
ration fails.
The most profound joy has more of
gravity than gaiety in it.
There is no courage but in innocence,
no constancy but in an honest cause.
Act well at the moment, and you have
performed a good action to all eternity.
The true use of speech is not so much
to express our wants as to conceal them.
The man -who has never known ad
versity is but half acquainted with him
self.
Wickedness may prosper for a while;
but, in the long run, he who sets all
knaves at work will pay them.
All that we possess of truth and wis
dom is a borrowed good. You will be
always poor if you do not posse-s the
only true riches.
A man of strong character always
makes enemies, but because a man has
many enemies you cannot be quite sure
that he is a man of strong character.
Teach self-denial, and make its prac
tice pleasurable, and you create for the
world a destiny more sublime than ever
issued from the brain of the wildest
dreamer.
A man who possesses every other title
to our respect except that of courtesy is
in danger of forfeiting them all. A
rude manner renders its owner always
liable to affront. He is never without
dignity who avoids wounding the dig
nity of others
The best preliminary preparation for
even the studies of a specialist is a lib
eral edu ation. Such an education con
nects him with the wide circle of
thought and knowledge, and saves him
from narrowness and hobbies. The man
who can do one thing best is usually a
man who could have done other things
well.
The Truth About Mocha Coffee.
The genuine Mocha coffee comes only
from the province of Yemen, a province
of Arabia, north of the Gulf of Aden, of
which Mocha is the principal place on the
sea cost. No coffee is gi;own in Mocha.
We believe that something over 10,000
tons of coffee arc annually exported from
Mocha, but no small part of it is not the
product of Yemen, but is grown in the
East Indies and sent to Mocha, whence it
is reshipped either as re eived or mixed
with the Arabian product. Of the coffee
sold under the name of Mocha, both in
England and the I nited States, very
little is grown in Yemen, home comes
from the East Indies, and other portions
come from Africa, and even from Brazil.
A British writer declares that not a kernel
of the best .Mocha coffee ever gets further
west than Constantinople. All the best
grains are picked out for use nearer home,
and only the pale, shriveled, and broken
sends are left to reach any foreign shore.
—Journal of Commerce.
THE MAID ON THE 3EACK.
Chiming a dream by the way
With ocean’s rapture and roar
I met a maiden to-day
Walking alone on the shora
Walking in maiden wise,
Modest and kind and fair,
The freshness of spring in her eves
And the fullness of spring in her ha
Cloud-shadow and scudding sunburst
Were swift on the floor of the sea,
And a mad wind was romping its worst.
But what was their magic to me?
What the charm of the midsummer shies ?
I only saw she was there,
A dream of the sea in her eyes
And the kiss of the «;a in her hair,
I watched her vanish in space;
She came where I walked no more;
But something had pas e l of her grace
To the spell of the wave and the shore
And now. as the glad stars rise,
She comes to me rosy and rare.
The delight of the wind in her eyes
And the hand of the wind in her hair.
—London Spectator.
HI MOll OF THE DAY.
Plane people—The carpenters.
A bouncing baby—A rubber dolL
A shaky business—Chucking dice.
A party organ seldom gets out of tune.
A fast horse—The one that is hitched.
Old maids are not favorable to ad
ages.
A well meaning man —One who digit
one.
The sphere of the weather prophet—
Atmosphere.
The typewriter is the only woman who
takes kindly to dictation.
A buckwheat cake and a home run de
pend largely upon the batter.
A yacht can stand on a tack without
swearing. Few men can.— Boston Courier.
One would think that most men had
struck their calling when they hear the
dinner bell.
For a man to think he will live for
ever is the mistake of a man’s lifetime.
— Picayune.
When a grocer retires from business
he weighs less than he did before. —
American Hebrew.
It doesn't bother a lawyer to see break
ers ahead—that is, if they are law-break
ers. — Northwestern.
The cat is versatile, and if you give
her a chance she’ll become a lap-a-dairy.
Yon hers Gazette.
An old whaleman, being asked it he
admired the harp, said yes, if it was a
harpoon. — New York Star.
“Throw a big stone at that cat, moth
er,” said the sick boy, “or, in other
words, ‘Rock me to sleep.’ ”
A Gypsy Lore Society has been formed
in London. Is there any lower society
than a Gypsy, anyhow t — Sittings.
Now that the. Sultan of Muscat is
dead, what will become of the poor lit
tle Muskittens l—New York Di-patch.
“Give me a light lunch,” said a travel
er in a Russian railway restaurant. And
they brought him a tallow candle. —
Hotel Mail.
Mrs. Upton Flatte —“What are you
dusting the furniture with, Bridget ?”
Bridget—“Wiv ther dust-pan, mum,
what else ?” 1
The war cloud that has been hanging
over Europe for several years must be
tired by this time. It ought to take a
rest.— Siftings.
A square meal may be served on a
round table without causing a premature
explosion of the canons of good taste.—
New York Sun.
“Shoot folly as it flies” is good
enough for a winter quotation. The
summer rendition is: “Shoot flies as
they follow.”— Life.
In his hours of relaxation from work
on the motor Mr Keely devotes his t.me
to a patent toboggan that will slide up
hill.—A lew York Sun.
I saw a cow-slip through the fence,
A house-fly in a store;
I saw a wood-chuck up the road.
And a stone-pick on the floor.
—Cleveland Herald _
An old man pretending to be reading
in a car does not mean to look over hia
glasses at the pretty girls opposite. If
he does it is an oversight on his part.—»
Picayune.
The tenor in a fashionable church choir
found to his horror that his voice all at
once became unpleasantly thick. H«
strained it, but without any good effect.
—New York Tribune.
Dealer—“ That hat’s worth two dollar#
and a half, but I will let you, as a friend,
have it for two dollars.” Brown—“ All
right; but say, the fifty cents goes with
the hat, don’t it?”— Life.
From His Standpoint: Rutherford (of
New Y"ork) “Ever been East before?”
Goldgate (of San Francisco) —“Oh, yes!
I passed several days in Salt Lake City
three years ago.”— Tid-Bits.
“What have you m the shape of
oranges?” asked a customer at the Com
posite Store in a rural town. “Base
balls and doughnuts,” was the response.
“Which’H you have?” —New York Sun.
I)r. Daniel Wilson, of the University
of Toronto, has declined a knighthood.
He has no intention of giving some
irreverent students an opportunity to
call him a “Sir cuss.” —New York World.
“It is a pity,” said an Irish laborer
the other day, as he mopped his brow;
“it’s a pity that we can’t have the cowld
weather in the summer and the hot
weather in the winter.” — Boston Courier.
It does not require anything ex
traordinary in the way of intellect to shoe
a horse, but there is a fortune in store
for a man who can shoo a fly so that the
little pest will stay shod.— Harper's
Bazar.
Mabel (a stranger in town) —“Is Maude
Hifly a girl who cares very much for
style .” Mamie—“ Style? I should think
so. Why, they say the affected thing
eats her very meals off a fashion plate.—
New Haven News.
When pretty, pouting lips say “no,”
Don’t go
And blow
Your brains all out to simply show
How deep you’re plunged in mental wee
And pain.
But hid in Cupid’s ambush lie,
Nor cry,
Nor sigh,
Nor say all joy has passed you by,
And when a chance is offered, try
Again.
—Merchant Traveler.