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TRENTON, GEORGIA.
There are 44,000 deaf mutes in this
country who are voters. t
“ More than sir million copies of docu
ments relating to the tariff,” ac
cording to the Chicago News, have been
ordered of the Public Printer by mem
bers of Congress so far this year. Of
that number a million and a half are
copies of the President s message, to be
used for campaingn purposes by Demo
crats and Republicans alike. The rest
are speeches delivered by various Con
gressmen. This is three times the num
ber ever ordered before during a single
session.
There are 490,000 people in the United
States who hold retail licenses to sell
cigars and tobacco, and fully 500,000
more are wholesale dealers, or are en
gaged in cultivating tobacco. The total
number of cigars made in this country
during the last year reached the enor
mous figure of 3,500,000,000, and of cigar
sttes 1,500,000. The manufacture of
plug tobacco reached 100,000,000
pounds, and the Government receipts in
internal revenue tax on tobacco amounted
to $35,000,000.
Truly the world moves, philosophizes
the New York Graphic, and even Lo. the
poor Indian, moves right along with it.
Cherokee Indian Council, which has
been in session for a week past at Tahle
quah in the Territory, is dickering with
gigantic stock companies who offer from
$150,000 to SIOO,OOO per annum for th«
grazing privileges in a portion of the
Cherokee reservation. The progenitors
of these very Cherokees would have sold
twice as much land outright for fifty
barrels of whisky and a cartload of mis
erable muskets.
Two clans of families in the Pre
fecture of Yung-How, in Hunan, ( hina,
recently fought for the fios-ession of a
certain hill, and tweuty-seven were
killed. The government thought such
a proceeding irregular, and sentenced
the leader of the victorious party and
fourteen of his followers, with the one ol
the defeated who fired the first shot, to
decapitation. Several members of the
two clans, who took no active part in
the row, but encouraged it, were sen
tenced to receive one hundred blows
each, and the elders of both families
were sentenced to eighty blows each, on
general principles, for not having pre
vented the fight.
A British medical journal calls atten
tion to an electric prostration recently
discussed at a meeting of the Paris Sur
gical Society. It was the case of work
men at Creusot, where an electric fur
nace is used for quickly melting metals.
The men suffer greatly from the effects
of the intense light, which exceeds a
huudred thousand candle power. After
one or two hours the workers have a
painful sensation in the throat, face, and
temples, while the skin becomes copper
red in hue, and an eye irritation lasts 48
hours, the discharge of tears being co
pious. After five days the skin peels
off. All these effects are produced by
light alone, no heat being felt. Dark
colored glass mitigates the effects some
what, but do not entirely prevent them.
The latest story of Bismarck, as cabled
to the New York Times, describes how
he called on the Emperor the other day,
and, while waiting in the anteroom,
heard voices in the imperial nursery and
went in. lie found the little Crown
Prince grinding away at a barrel organ,
while the two younger Princes were try
ing to dance. “Please, Prince Bismarck,
come and dance with me,” one of
the youngsters. “No, lam too old; I
really cannot dance,” said the old gentle
man, “but if the Crown Prince will
dance I will grind the organ for you all.”
When the Emperor opened the door the
Chancellor of the German Empire was
found grinding away in a high state of
pleasure and perspiration. The moral
of the anecdote was drawn by his Maj
esty, who said that, not content with
making three generations of Hohenzol
lerns dance to his pipe, Bismarck had
already begun with the fourth.
The fantastic tale that young Emperor
William’s hatred of England, and every
thing English, espet rally his mother, is
inspired by an English doctor’s respon
sibility for his withered arm, is brushed
aside by a writer in London Truth ,
who says: “The left arm is not de
formed, but withered, or rather dwarfed;
the nerves which vitalize it were sub
jected to great and prolonged pressure
during birth, so that their conducting
power was destroyed. Hence the mus
cles of the arm were paralyzed, and be
came wasted from want of use, and the
limb did not grow with the rest of the
body. The responsibility of this rests
with the German doctors who officiated
on ;he occasion, a fact which partly ex
plains the Emperor Victoria’s distrust of
native talent. She insisted on Dr.
Gream presiding at all subsequent cere
monies of the same kind, and outraged
Teutons have never forgiven her for this
affront to Gorman “science.”
•THE GUEST OF THE EVENING.”
Good actions are a fruitage ripe and rare
That bears not fingering. Let me then be
ware
To touch with venturous hand this curving
branch,
Nor lean too heedlessly agninst a tree
Thus at its prime o’erladen heavily
With golden harvest of a stock so stanch,
Lest I by seme rude shock at this light hour
Bring down the Virtues in a mellow shower.
To drop the figure, friends—let's bo content
The guest shall fancy less than we have
meant. *
Speak not too closely of his special good:
That we are here tells more than trumpets
could.
Our friendship holds his merits as the light
Holds the hid rainbow; storm but makes
them bright.
The modest veil they wear I may not raistf,
Lest he should blush to hear, and I to praise,
—Robert U. Johnson, in Harper.
CONNOR’S INDIAN.
BY ANNA PIERPONT SIVITER.
Why Mr. Morton opposed the engage
ment of his orphan niece and ward, .Nellie
Armour, to Kirk Willey, was a puz/ie
to all their friends. True, Nellie was
rich and Kirk was not; but the young
man possessed some things whibh sen
sible people esteem much more highly
than the ability to put one s signature to
a large check. He had an old and honor
able family name, a character above re
proach, and already an enviable position
in his chosen profession—the law.
But when Kirk asked Mr. Morton to
sanction Nellie’s engagement to him, he
met with a flat refusal. Surprised and
indignant, the young lover smothered
his chagrin enough to ask:
“Would anything change your deci
sion?”
After a little thought Mr, Morton
replied:
“Yes, when you can show me ten
thousand dollars, earn d by your own
exertions, you shall have my consent.”
The young man left tire room with a
heavy heart. Ten thousand dollars! It
was not a large sum to some men, but
to a young lawyer just entering upon his
profession it seemed enormous. Kirk
knew that it put years between him and
Nellie.
“I don’t understand it, Kirk!” Nellie
cried, when she heard her guardian’s de
cision. “I’m sure I have enough money
for us both. What does he mean?”
Ah, Nellie, if those keen eyes of your
lover could have taken a peep into the
big account-books your uncle was bend
ing over so wearily while you asked that
question, he could ha\e soon told you
the meaning. It was just this: Mr.
James Morton, the honored, trusted
banker, like many another man, was en
gaged in stock operations. As it is iu
the habit of doing, the market had “gone
against him,” in the language of “the
street.” Now, Mr. Morton had notonly
risked his own capital, but he had also,
in violation of the explicit directions of
his brother-in-law’s will, used Nellie’s
money in the endeavor to “protect” his '
speculations, and lost a large part of it.
“If I only had time,” he said to him
self, “I could replace the .amount; but
Nellie’s fortune passes into hc» wn hands
when she marries, and it womdu’t take
a man like Kirk Willey long to see
through the whole thing. Then I’d have
to face exposure and disgrace.”
As he mused thus, there wm> a tap at
the library-door, and NellieCi.tered in
obedience to his “Come.”
“Uncle James,” she said, “you have
not forgotten to send for my jewels, have ,
you? Y'ou know Tuesday will be my
birthday, and I am to have them then.
And”—she hesitated a moment-“and,
I suppose Kirk is still a welcome visitor
here. Do you know,” she went on, half
defiantly, “I’ve a mind to tell him to
steal the old diamonds and buy me with
the money.”
And with a forced laugh and a half
cry, Nellie vanished. Then a strange
look came into her uncle’s face as he
thought:
“Yes, the jewels are hers on her birth
day. Dear me, if I could only convert
them into money in some way, instead
of their being locked up, only to be
worn on state occasions, how easily I
could slip out of all my dirliculties!
And it would really make Nellie happier
to let her get married. I wonder if I
could 1”
As Kirk Willey was leaving the
Morton residence on the following
Monday night, Nellie’s uncle came to
the library-door and called him back.
“Come in here a moment, Kirk,” he
said, pleasantly. “I’ve something to
show you.”
When the young man, with rather a
haughty air, had followed him into the
room, Mr. Alorton said, as he closed the
door:
“Perhaps I was too short with you the
other day, Kirk; but you know Nellie is
very dear to me, and it seemed only
right that I should be sure of your
ability to maintain her. However, I’ve
been thinking the matter over, and have
concluded to reduce the sum to live
thou-and dollars. What do you sav to
that?”
“It will be a great relief to me,” Kirk
answered, cordially. “I may be able to
raise that amount in a reasonable time;
certainly sooner than ten thousand.”
“I hope so,” said Mr. Morton. Then,
after a pause, he added: “Here is some
thing that will interest you. The old
family jewels came from the safe deposit
company’s this afternoon, and I’ve been
looking them over before putting them
away. They pass into Nellie’s posses
sion to-morrow.”
Kirk was deeply interested in the
beautiful stones which the banker took,
one by one, from their cases. There
were flashing diamonds, glowing rubies
and modest pearls, with other gems in
abundance. For generations the Armours
had been adding to the stock, and Nellie
was their sole heiress.
“I’m sorry I must hurry you,” said Mr.
Morton, after young Willey had gazed
some minutes at the treasures, “but I’m
going to Wilmot to-night, and I hear
the carriage co.ning now to take me to
the station.”
“Are you not afraid to leave these here
over night?” asked Kirk.
“Oh, no,” Mr. Morton answered, rath
er nervously. “They're safe enough. No
one knows they are here but you, and if
they did, see how securely they are hid
den.” *
Mr. Morton pulled a strong drawer out
of his desk, and then touched a spring
which revealed a recess beneath, in
which he slipped- the leather case con
taining the jewels.
“You see this desk is not wood, as it
appears, but iron, and it would be prac
tically impossible for any one not know
ing the secret to open it."
Both men then left the house and en
tered the waiting carriage. They had
driven only a few feet beyond the gate,
when Mr. Morton exclaimed:
“John! stop a minute! I must get my
cane. I left it tc day in the arbor.”
“Let mu get it,” said Kirk, rising from
his seat.
“No, no!” his companion cried, a lit
tle more energetically than the occasion
seemed to require. “I can fiud it in the
dark better myself. Wait here.”
As he sprung out of the carriage, Kirk
leaned back, and, moved by a sudden
impulse, watched his retreating form
through the little rear window until he
entered the arbor. Suddenly young
Willey started nervously. Sure that
shadow that lay in the moonlight, clear
cut a 3 a silhouette, did not belong to
Mr. Morton. There was a curious bend
in the shoulders, and instead of a frock
coat, the man in the arbor wore a short
jacket, and the face showed no beard. A
minute later the shadow vanished, and
Mr. Morton returned to the carriage.
“Was there any one in the arbor?”
Kirk inquired, as soon as the banker
was seated.
liis question was evidently unexpect
ed, for Mr. Morton exhibited a little
perturbation as he replied :
“No! Why?”
Kirk told him of the shadow, when
he laughed and said: “Scared at a
shadow, Kirk? I gave you credit for
stronger nerves than that. But here’s
your corner. Good-night.”
“Good night, Mr. Morton.”
When the banker returned next day,
Nellie greeted him w.th a frightened
face.
“Some one has been in the house,
uncle,” she said, “and your desk was
opened.”
She followed him to the library, where
a hurried search revealed what she had
feared. Her precious jewels were gone.
“Who could have taken them?” she
cried, aghast. Then wondering at the
quiet way iu which her uncle took the
loss, she said: “Vou suspect some one?”
“ Yes,” he answered, as if repeating a
scarcely learned speech. “My child,
these jewels were taken by some one
who knew just where they were hidden,
just haw to open the desk, just how to
enter-the house. There is only one per
son besides myself who possesses this in
formation. 1 showed the gems to Kirk
Wiley last”
“ Uncle!” interrupted the girl, the in
dignation and horror in her voice almost
compelling him to stop, but he went on:
“ What his motives were we can
readily guess. One of the stones would
sell lor enough money to remove my ob
jection to his marriage. Then he needs
funds to meet a mortgage on his home--
stead. He probably reasoned that the
jewels would all come into his possession
some day, and he was only taking them
a little sooner.”
“I don’t believe a word of it 1” Nellie
exclaimed. “ Kirk is no thief.”
“ Well,” her uncle said, “I shall put
a detective on the case at once, and I
only hope Kirk will be able to clear him
self. Meanwhile I shall feel it my duty
to have him arrested and searched.” 1
“Oh, uncle!” The girl looked at him
in such a white heat of anger as almost
seemed to scorch his purpose. “Don’t
do that! I \AI never forgive you, never!
It would be* in to both him and me.”
“Well, Mr. Morton replied, slowly,
“if you will promise to hav e nothing
more to do with him until I give you
permission, I will see the young man,
and perhaps I can prevail upon him to
return the jewels quietly.”
“IM promise anything,” Nellie an
swered, desperately, “if you will only
not investigate this now. After to-day
I will never speak to him again.”
Among Kirk Willey’s visitors that
morning was old. Jack Connor, who kept
a little cigar store in a small house be
longing to Air. Mi^fcon.
Jack had the name of being rather a
and Kirk had once incurred
his bitter hatred by figuring as a witness
—although an unwilling one—when
Connor was charged with selling cigars
and tobacco without complying with cer
tain formalities prescribed by the United
States Internal Revenue laws.
“I’ll be even with Willey yet,” he had
often declared. And so Kirk was greatly
surprised when Connor asked him to
make out a deed for the little house he
occupied.
“I thought Mr. Morton would not sell
it,” Kirk remarked.
“He’s changed his mind,” Connor re
plied, with an evil smile; “we all do that,
you know.” Then he left, after saying
ha would be in again next day.
He had been gone less than ten min
utes when Air. Alorton entered. It is
needless to repeat what passed at the in
terview. Kirk’s amazement and wrath
at first knew no bounds. lie denied the
charge of stealing the jewels, and de
fied proof ; but when Mr. Alorton enu
merated his carefully prepared reasons
for believing him guilty, and concluded
by suddenly leaning forward and taking
a diamond stud off the desk, Kirk was
dumbfounded.
“Here alone,” Air. Alorton said, “is
enough proof to convict you. This stud
was among the stolen jewels, and here it
is in your desk, evidently dropped there
in your nervous hurry last night. Now,
Willey, for Nellie’s sake I don’t want
this made public, nor do I want to be
severe with you. * will give you two
months in which to prove your inno
cence or return the jewels.”
Realizing how ruinous even the faint
est breath of such a charge against him
would be, Alorton's victim was forced to
accept the offer, though he could see no
way of clearing himself from the impu
tation.
It seemed to Kirk Willey that the rest
of the day was passed in a horrible
dream, and night, brought him no com
fort, for he could not sleen. There was
one star shining through the gloom that
enveloped him A little note found its
way to his desk, which said:
“Kirk, dearest—Nearest, I do not for an
instant doubt you. I would marry you to-day
to prove it, but lam in uncle’s power. I
shall be forced for your sake, my own, to
avoid you; but remember, whatever comes,
I shall always believe in you and belong to
you. Whenever you see me, look at my
throat, and if a jeweled fly is among my
laces, you will know I am true, loving you
dearly, and praying that you may soon es
tablish your innocence. “Nsllie.*
When Kirk Willey looks back on the
month following Mr. Morton’s visit, it
seems that it was all a dreadful night
mare. How he attended to business at
aL he will never know, for only one
question interested him: how should he
prove his innocence? There seemed no
clew to follow.
As the days went by and the first
month drew to a close, Kirk became al
most desperate. Tlis only comfort was
that he almost daily met Nellie out walk
ing, and always saw beneath her dainty
chin the jeweled insect.
One night, while walking down the
street, he was startled by a shadow cast
upon the pavement before him. With a
suppressed exclamation he stopped short.
He had dwelt so o ten on every incident
of the night when the jewels were stolun,
that it seemed as though he continually
lived it- over.
He often thought of the strange
shadow he then saw in the arbor. To
night he saw again the queer shaped
bend in the shoulder, the same short
I'coat, the same smooth features. Turning
quickly to see the owner of the shadow,
he almost stumbled over Jack Connor.
With a muttered apology he resumed Lis
walk, went home and flung himself on
the lounge, quivering with suppressed
excitement.
“I see it,” he thought,almost audibly.
“Only a shadow, but it’s true. Connor
went to the house to pay his rent. He
watched us through the long windows;
he saw the jewels, and saw me leave.
When Mr. Morton went back to his
cane, Connor dodged behind the arbor.
After we were driven away, he secured
the plunder. It was the very next morn
ing that he offered to buy the house.
He knew Mr. Morton would come to my
oflice to report the loss, and he managed
: to slip that diamond on the desk where
I Mr. Morton would find it, and so throw
the suspicion upon me. I see, I see!
Well, he is to make the first payment on
Tuesday, and it will be strange indeed
if I do not discover where the money
comes from that he does it with.”
All the next day Kirk watched the
cigar-store, but Connor appeared twice
only—once, when he wheeled out his
new sign, an immense, gaudily painted
wooden Indian, and again when he
moved the image back at night.
At about nine o’clock, however,Kirk’s
vigil was rewarded by seeing the
tobacco-dealer leave the house and walk
rapidly away. He followed, and, to his
great surprise, Connor entered Mr.
Morton’s grounds and went straight to
the arbor. Kirk crept stealthily forward,
but it took him some time to get within
earshot without being seen. He succeed
ed in secreting himself in the shade of a
tree, however, sufficiently close to hear
Connor say:
“They’ll be ready for you at the shop
to-morrow night at tea o’clock.”
The man then left, and Kirk hesitated
a moment, hardly knowing whom to
shadow—the unknown man who re
mained in the arbor or Connor; but he
finally decided to follow the latter, and
hastened after him. He learned nothing
new, however, for Connor went directly
home.
Early next morning Kirk was at the
cigar-store, resolved on finding a way to
be an unseen witness of the interview
between Connor and bis confederate.
While lighting his cigar he glanced
carefully about, but a survey of the room
afforded him no satisfaction. It was
perfectly bare of any place of conceal
ment. Neither the table at which Connor
worked nor the shelves which held his
stock in trade offered the slightest facility
for hiding; and the windows, he noticed
with surprise, were guarded with iron
shutters, effectually shutting off all out
side scrunity.
Thoroughly disheartened, he left the
store, and as he did so ran against a man
standing by the door.
“Beg your pardon!” he ejaculated,
mechanically, when a little laugh from
some young ladies who were pa-sing re
called his wandering wits, and he saw
that the object to which he had apologized
was the Indian sign. He gazed at it a
moment in amused astonishment. Then
a sudden look of happy deeision lifted
the gloom from his face, and he strode
away, after taking another long look at
the gaudy chief.
That afternoon three young men, all
warm friends of Kirk’s, dropped into
Connor’s store. As they Were making
their purchases one of them exclaimed,
looking through the open door at the
Indian:
“Hello, boys! I’ve got an idea for
the fancy-dress party. That Indian’s
Kirk’s very image. I’m going to get
him to have a costume like it, hatchet,
cigars and all.”
“Foronce your idea does you credit,”
replied one of his friends. “Let’s take
the Indian right down to the costumer’s,
and get a suit exactly like it.”
“ ’Deed you won’t,” Connor inter
posed. “That statoo cost me a pretty
figure, and 1 won’t have it banging
around town.”
“Oh, come, Ccnnor, I’ll leaves twen
ty-dollar bill with you as security that
it’s returned ajj right by nine o’clock
to-night, and pay you a couple of dol
lars for the rent of it ”
Connor thought this an easy way to
make two dollars, and consented; where
upon the young men left, laughingly
bearing their prize with them.
About nine o’clock that night the
door of Connor’s room opened to admit
a closely muffled man; and he was
scarcely inside when three young men,
laughing and joking, also rapped* for
admittance.
“Who’s that?” came from within.
“We’ve brought home your warrior.
Let us in, Connor!”
“Sit it down outside!” growled the
latter.
“And leave you my twenty dollars!
Not much! Come, let us in, Connor.
We’ll stay here until we fulfill our con
tract, and set the image up in his corner.
You needn't try to ge' us off without.”
There was a minute's delay, and then
the door was slowly unbolted. The
young men entered, carrying the Indian.
They shuffled across the floor and put
the figure in its corner.
“Now give us our twenty dollars.”
After standing the warrior in its place
they turned to close their business rela
tions with Connor, and to their surprise,
saw that the other man was Mr. Morton.
“Why, Mr. Morton.” exclaimed one,
“we did not dream of you being-here!”
“No,” he replied, trviug to laugh,but
evidently very much embarrassed; “I
had a little matter of business with Con
nor, and came down to-night t» attend
to it my-elf.”
Then there was a good-natured squab
ble with Connor over the return of their
money, in which they succeeded in get*
ting him so excited that he nuvei
glanced at his sign. At last, to the in
finite relief of Mr. Morton and Jack, the
noisy young men left.
“Come, hurry up!” Mr. Morton ex
claimed, as the door closed behind them;
“my nerves seem all unstrung.”
A moment later, from beneath the
rows of tobacco-ba : es Connors drew out
a heavy leather case.
As the case was opened, disclosing
row after row of glittering gems, it did
seem as if a thrill lan through the
wooden Indian. As the firelight danced
over it, it really seemed as if an eager,
intense look came into the painted eyes;
and surely, as the men’s attention be
came absorbed iu the jewels, the arm of
the figure did move!
How deceptive shadows are! One
could almost have sworn that the bunch
of cigars in the wooden hand was re
placed by a shining revolver. There!
Was there ever a more perfect semblance
of motion than when the hatchet in the
other hand seemed to slip noiselessly
down, and when the stiff wo >ded fingers
seemed to grasp a second pistol?
Just then Mr. Morton glanced up.
“Jack,” he gasped, “that thing’s
alive.”
“Y"es, alive, Mr. Tdorton.” rang out
the clear voice of Kirk Willey; and
these pistols are loaded, and ready to
help ms prove my innocence of the foul
crime you have tried to fasten upon me.
Y’ou had Jack Connor steal those ewels
and then accused me of the < rime to pre
vent my marriage with Nellie. Don’t
trouble yourselves to move,'’ he con
tinued, as Connor stirred uneasily; “my
friends are just outside the door. They
don’t know what they are there for, but
a few words from me would explain it
all. And, Mr. .Morton, for Nellie's sake
I would save you this deep disgrace. ”
“I\irk, dearest,” said pretty Mrs.
Willey to her husband, one day not long
after their marriage, “did uncle never
tell you how he got the jewels back: ’
“l ollikins,” answered Kirk, as he
lifted her dainty chin for a kiss, “was it
not enough that he gave you to me im
mediately, and asked our pardon so
humblyr What do I care how he got
them back, seeing that I got you?”—
Frank Leslie's.
SELECT SIFTINGS.
; Cincinnati’s music hall has a carpet
that measures 2600 yards.
Two names in the Chicago directory
are Weynacht and Whatnot.
Irrigation has produced a great crop
of mosquitoes at Los Angeles, Cal.
A Japanese reporter collects news, but
does not in any case write it. He tells
what he knows to news writers.
The other day an Indiana Judge de
cided that a man who was being rotten -
egged was justified in shooting to kill.
At the time of the battle of' Gettysj
burg the Lnion army numbered 800,000
men, the Confederate army about 350,-
000.
A pipe smoked by General Ja kson
while he was President was recently pre
sented to the New England Historical
Society.
The largest watermelon raised in
Georgia this year was grown in Reuben
Jones’s patch, near Albany. It weighed
seventy pounds.
Fifty cents’ worth of land in Lenois
County, N. C., has already occasioned
S2O of costs in a suit over a variation of
eighteen inches in auold boundary line.
Arore than 2000 sea shells have been
brought to Tam; a, Fla , to be used in
the foundation of its big new hotel, and
two vessels are at work increasing the
quantity.
A schooner has brought to Boston a
fish weighing 175 pounds, caught in
deep sea fishing, that no one can name.
It is almost as broad as long, bright red
and covered with silver spots.
Pontiac, Alich., will provide gold
rings, marriage license, minister, lia ks
and two pairs of shoes to the unsophis
ticated pair who will agree to be mar
ried on the county fair grounds.
Samuel Wolff, of Jersey City, N. J.,
was born in Afarch 1, 1850; married
Alarch 1, 1868; had a daughter born
Alarch 1, 1869; she married Alarch 1,
1887, and gave birth to a boy Alarch 1,
1888.
There are about 1200 places of wor
ship in London, of wtiich 500 belong to
the Church of England, DO to Weslyans
and Alethodists, 120 to Independents,
140 to Baptists, fifty to Roman Catholics
and about 200 to various other religious
sects.
A tribe in the palm region of the
Amazon, in South America, cradles the
young in palm leaves. A single leaf
turned up around the edges by some
native process makes an excellent cradle,
and now aud then it is made to do ser
vice as a bath tub.
.bohn Roll, residing in Redmon, 111.,
is the owner of a horse that is twenty
hands high, weighs 2500 pounds, and is
said to be the largest horse in the world.
It is five years old, never was off Roll’s
farm, never has been broken, and has
never been shod. The blacksmith at
.Redmon is afraid to shoe the horse.
John T. Andrews, of Knoxville, Ga.,
has a Panama hat that was worn by his
father to the Georgia Legislature, of
which he was a member in lc4o. The
hat has been worn constantly for forty
eight years by the different members of
the Andrews family, and yet it is sound,
there being no hole in it, aud no breaks
of any consequence.
A young woman on her way home
from chi rch in Mentone, Ind., recently,
was caught in a thunder shower and
struck by lightning. Though terribly
frightened she managed to reach home.
On examination she found that the fluid
had bent two of the hairpins on her
head and actually melted one, but she
was not injured a particle.
A small skye terrier displayed a heap
of good sense at a big tire in Cincinnati
the other afternoon. While prowling
around his hair caught fire. It was
slowly burning, and the dog was about
to be turned into a roast, when a hose
burst. The poodle saw it, and made a
dash for the stream, into which he
jumped, extinguishing the fire.
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“J. Loadstone,” the lady florist of
Llanelly, Wales, is about to start a
Bch 00l of horticulture for gentlewomen
as a means of livelihood, as well as to
gratify a pleasant, healthful hobby.
HOUSEHOLD AFFAIRS. “
Sen Weed Decorations.
Various decorative u-es for the sea
weeds which the coming months afford
an opportunity to visitors to the seaside
to collect are suggested by Decor it and '
Furnisher. They may be used on the
lids and sides of glass caskets, borders
aud eveu foregrounds to water and color
painting, and on picture and even mir
ror frames, meanwhile, until visitors re
turn home, being keptia a scrap book.
When collected they are dried between
blotting paper aud then washed with
mastic gum dissol ed in turpentine,
which gives them a fresh appearance.
They arc a fixed to the leaves of a scrap
book, which should have a flexible back,
by means of gum, and may eas.ly be de
tached by dampening the reverse side ol
the leaves. Very charming monograms
and various fane fill designs may be
formed with sea-weeds. They make ex
cellent borders for the outside surface of
the glass aquariums.
To Clean White or Very Light Silks.
Take a quart of lukewarm water and
mix with it four oun es of soft soap,
four ounces of honey, ant. a good-sized
wineglass of gin. Unpick the silk and
lay in widths on the kitclmn table. Then
take a perfectly new common scrubbing
brush, dip it in the mixture, and rub the
silk firmly up and down on both sides,
so as to firmly saturate it. Rin-se it in
cold water twice, until free from soap,
and hang it on a clothes-horse to drain
until half dry; then iron it with a piece
of thin muslin between, it and the iron,
or it will be marked on the ironed side.
Keep the silk quite smooth when on the
table, so that every part may come
under the brush. White silk requires a
little blue in the water. Silk stockings
should be carefully washed iu water that
is neither hot nor cold. Any pure white
soap will do, and the stockings should
be dried on wooden frames made for the
purpose. White silk handkerchief?
must be quickly washed in a lather ol
pure white soap, to which a squeeze o!
bbie, with a spoonful of salt, has been
added, to prevent the color from run
ning.—Family Herald.
Canning Fruits.
The process of canning the different
kinds of fruit covers but little, except in
the time required fdr cooking them and
the quantity of sugar used.
None but perfectly souud, well ripened
fresh fruits should be put up. They may
be canned with or without sugar, but we
think the use of a little sugar adds
greatly to the flavor.
For canning fresh fruits, they should
never be cooked sufficiently long to de
stroy the natural flavor, thoroughly heat
ing oeiug all that is necessary. A r-tight
glass jars should be filled with the fruit
while they are hot, and then quickly
sealed. The jars should be well heated
before filling. Alter tilling the jars and
screwing on the tops, they should be set
in a warm place, where the air will not
strike them, until morning, when the
tops may be screwed tighter. The jars
may then be wiped and put in a cool,
dark closet. They should be examined
from time to time, and if any signs ol
fermentation are visible, the fruit should
be opened and recorked.
Large fruits, as soon as pared, should
be thrown in cold water to present dis
coloring. and then boiled ,in clear water,
to which may be added a little alum.
When tender take up aud boil live min
utes in syrup. It is best to cook only
enough to fill two or three jars at a time.
The jars should be heated and every
thing in readiness as soon as the fruit
has boiled. The work should be done as
quickly as possible. Small fruits are
improved by being sugared an hour or
two before cooking, if a little alum is
added to the sy sup, they will be clear and
keep their shape.
If too much juice is in the kettle for
the quantity of fruit to be canned, it
maybe used for jelly. If these directions
are followed, success in canning will be
sure.— Courier-Journal.
Recipes.
Potato Scallops. —Boiland mash the
potatoes soft with a little milk or cream.
Beat up light with melted butter—a des
sertspoonful for every pint of the potato
—salt and pepper to taste. Fill some
patty-pans or buttered scallop shells with
the mixture and brown in the oven when
you have stamped a pattern upon the top
of each. Glaze while hot with buttei
and serve in the shells.
Newmarket Pudding. —One pint of
grated bread, one quart of milk, one cup .
of sugar, oue tablespoonful of butter,
and the yolks of four eggs. Soak the
bread crumbs one hour in the m lk, then
add the other ingredients and bake.
When it is done spread a layer of jelly
over the top, then cover with a meringue -
made with the whites of the eggs and
half a cup of sugar. Brown slightly.
Lemon Puffs. —Powder ana sift
pound and a quarter of loaf sugar and'
mix with it the jgrated rind of two fresh
lemons. Whisk the whites of three
eggs to a stiff froth, and add to it grad
ually the sugar and grated lemon. Make
a thick paste, whisking thoroughly. Cut*
into pieces of the desired shape, hand
ling the paste as little as possible. Place
on oiled white paper, and bake on tins
in a moderate oveu for eight or ten min
utes.
Cherry Cake. —Beat up one quarter
of a pound of castor sugar with the yolks
of ten eggs for quite twenty minutes,
add one quarter pound of blanched and
cirt-up almonds, then one raid a half
ounces bread crumbs and well whisked
whites of five eggs; when well beaten to
gether put iu a shallow cake tin; take
about half a pint of cherries, fresh or
bottled (if the latter lay them first on a
sieri till quite dry i drop them into the
cake and put the tin at once into the
oven and bake for three quarters oi an
hour.
The Briefest of Wills.
One of the shortest wills on record is
that of John F. De Hart, which is among
the testaments on file in the Register s
office, and reads as follows:
Philadelphia, February 23, 18 ? ,5, r"
Everything I own I give to inv wife, Lizzie-
John F. De Hart.
The instrument was executed on leb
ruary 22, 1885, by Mr. De Hart, "ho
died three days later. It is wntfen oaW
scrap of paper, evidently toimr from a
well-used memorandum bookwthe sig na
ture of the decedent written
twice, the first one being / itker md‘ 9 ’
tinct. The value of the restate le“ "h
Mr. De Hart was s7*). philaddph lo
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