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TRENTCSJ, GEORGIA.
The Gorman Emperor has decided to
change uniform of his army.
There are 904 colored taxpayers in
Charleston, S. C , against 871 in 18G0,
and they pay two per cont. of the total
taxes.
English naval manoeuvres cost $500,-
000 and prove, says the British Army
and Navy Gazette, that “the navy is
good for nothing.’ 1
A comparison of church incomes
fhows that that of Dr. John Ilall of
New York is the largest, having an in
come of nearly $150,000. The next
largest Dr. "Whyte’s, Free St. George’s,
Eiinburgh. Its incom :is $50,000.
Two young Germans in Berlin fought
a duel with tricycles. Starting at 800
yards apart, they charged full tilt
against each other, with slight injury
to themselves and serious hurts to
their machines. Their honor was satis
fed.
The arrangement of a pension for the
•widow of General Sheridan points the
fact that the widows of four of our Pres
idents—Polk, Tyler, Grant and Gar
field—are receiving the government re
membrance of SSOOO a year each, whilo
the widows of three Major-Generals—
Blair, Hancock and Logan—are receiv
ing S2OOO.
The idea of threshing corn by ma
chinery is more popular in theory, as
serts the American Cultivator, than in
practice. It is well enough to talk of put
ting through several hundred bushels
per day and tearing the cornstalks to
shreds; but it will use more coal to run
the engine, and requiro a heavier force
to handle cornstalks and grain than is
ever got around a thresher on any other
kind of grain.
Says the New York Graphic: “In the
midst of the examples of human hero
ism among those earing for the dead
and dying at Jacksonville, the depravity
of some wretch without a soul had to
break forth. Whilo the sisters in
charge of an orphanage in the city were
nursing the sick, the cash box of their
institution was wrenched open and all
their little savings carried awnv. This
is one of tho occasions when the ordi
nary dictionary words in tho English
language fail to express one’s feelings
and cover the case.”
W. P. Taulbee, of Kentucky, ac
cording to the New York World, repre
sents the largest Congressional district
in the country. It is composed of
twenty-one counties, and extends from
the famous Blue Grass region to Cum
berland Gap, a distance of over two
hundred miles. It is a backwoods dis
trict, without railroad or telegraph com
munication, and is canvassed by the can
didate for Congressional honors on
horseback, over the roughest kind of
mountain roads. Mr. Taulbee is not a
Candidate for re-election.
One of the most remarkable careers
that history records was concluded, ob
serves the New York Telegram, when
Francois Achille Bazaino, who rose
from tho ranks to le a Marshal of
France, and was sentenced to death for
treason, to live 20 years afterward in
exile and disgrace, died in Madrid.
And, while the majority of Fienchmon
will probably always believe that Bi
zaine’s punishment was deserved, there
are not a few who consider his error to
have been a fault of judgment rather than
of patriotism, and that he suffered un
justly.
W Although working women as a class
*are a product of later days, they al
ready form a very noticeable percent
age of the great body of workers of
both sexes, while the annual increase of
women entering upon some specific em
ployment is remarkable. In Great Brit
ain and Ireland alone there are some
thing like 5,000,000 women who are
regularly engaged in one or another of
the numerous trades and professions—
that is, tho number of working women
in the British Isles i 3 equal to the entire
population of Ireland and some.what in
excess of that of Scotland and Wales
combined.
A recent publication of figures shows
the amount of money at the disposal of
Queen Victoria. The best source of
income from the public purse appears to
t, be £380,000 which she gets annually
from the consolidated fund, but there
are lots of other things, such as a little
estate paying £20,000 a year; the million
sterling to which the fortune left by tho
late Prince Consort now amouuts; her
own springs, which are notoriously
enormou-, and numerous large pieces of
property left by loyal subjects. Tho
unfortunate fact, however, is that theso
figures could probably be used in the
Bouse of Commons to defeat a request
which her Majesty will make for more
"’’’""'•‘Ye keep tho Prince oi Wales and
A CONFESSION. ,
Do you remember, little wife,
How years ago we two together
Saw naught but love illnmine Ilf
In sunny days or winter wea^
Do you recall in younger years
To part a day was bitter pain?
Lore's light was hid in clouds of tears
Till meeting cleared the sky again.
Do you remember how we two
Would stare into each other’s eyes,
Till all the earth grew heavenly blue
And speech was lost in happy sighs?
Do you another thing recall,
That used to happen often then:
How, simply, passing in the hall.
We’d stop to smiloand kiss again?
Do you remember how I sat
And, reading, held your hand in mine,
Caressing it wi h gentle pat—
One pat for every blessed line?
Do you recall how at the play
Through hours of agony we tarried?
The lovers’ griefs brought us dismay;
Oh, we rejoiced when they were married.
And then walked homeward arm in arm,
Beneath the crescent mooulet new,
That smiled on us with silent charm;
So glad that we were married too.
Ah me, ’t was years and years ago
When all this happened that I sing,
Anri many a time the winter snow
Hus slipped from olive slopes of spring.
And now—oh, nonsense! let us tell;
A fig for laugh of maids or men!
You’ll hide your blushes.' I’ll not. Well—
W e’re-tan times worse than wo were then.
—W. J. Henderson , in the Century.
DICK JOHNSON'S REVENGE,
A SKETCII OF MORMON LIFE.
They were the most contented fumi'y
in the world. The father was by turns
a prospector, a trapper, or a rancher, but
he never succeeded in making a good
living any way. He was a remarka
bly handsome mountaineer, tall and
strong, and he looked on honest labor as
quite beneath him. His word was his
bond; he contracted no debts that he
could not pay; yet he often cut up a fat
steer and divided the meat among his
neighbors, who sent him vegetables and
groceries in return, and never asked
where the fat steer had come from, Her
haps they knew. When a herd passed
along tho dusty high-road the women
smiled at each other and said: “Iguess
we'll hev some fresh meat to morrow.”
Sometimes he would drive into town
with a team of high-stepping, smooth
coated horses attached to his rusty old
buckboard. Then his friends crowded
about him, stroking the glossy necks,
examining the white teeth, but no one
in this little Mormon settlement ever
thought of inquiring where he got them.
Dick Johnson was the kindest of men
to his friends and family, yet he had his
record. lie would be lynched promptly
if he should ever return to Montana; he
had shot a bndgekeeper who demanded
toll of him, and, altogether, the deaths
of half a dozen men were caused by the
well-known fact that “Ole Dick wuz
mighty lively with his pistols when he
got ’nuff whisky aboard.”
His wife did not always have a good
print dress to wear to town, the chil
dren were seldom provided with shoes,
but she always seemed contented and
lazily happy, and there was not a mer
rier set ot little ones. The mother was a
fair-haired, blue-eyed woman, and the
children all looked like her.
“The children mostly awl look like
me,” she would say, with an amiable
smile; “awl of’em ’cept Caddie, aud I
guess she looks more like her pa.”
“You kin jest bet I do, and I’m
mighty glad I haven’t no tow-head like
these here young’uns,” Caddie would
answer. She was a remarkably hand
some girl, and people who admired her
delicate, dark face, were always shocked
when her coarse voice and coarser lang
uage were heard. Of course, this ener
getic girl ruled the whole family; the
man, who, in spite of his strength and
ferocity was as tender-hearted and simple
minded as a child, the indolent, amiable
woman, and the swarm of tow-headed
children.
Caddie had dreams of something dif
ferent from the vagrant life that satis
fied the rest of the family. Sometimes
she saw herself a busy wife and mother,
moving about the two or three rooms of
a log farm house, with a few hardy
flowers struggling for existence in the
small front garden, with curreut bushes,
strawberry vines, and flourishing vege
tables surrounding the house, and with
waving fields of gram stretching away to
the dark mountains that bound these
Western valleys.
She confided these visions to her
mother once.
“I tell yer what, maw,” she said,
“when I git married I h.iin’t a goiu’ to
hev no sech a ferlorn ’doby shanty ez
this here. It’ll hev to be a log house,
aCd well plastered an’ whitewashed in
side s,n’ out. An’ there’ll be the purtiest
rag carpet on the front room floor you
ever see, an’ a good board floor in the
kitchen, too. An’ I’ll hev a likely colt
to ride, an* some cows, so’s to hev lots of
milk an’ butter, an’ yer bet yer life I’ll
be boss o’ the hull ranch.”
“Yew've always hed fine idees in
yew’re head, Caddie,” drawled her
mother; “an’ ef yew marries Bishop
Burns, like yew’re pa wants yew tew,
maybe he’ll giv’ yew a big house, but
yew knew well enull that Dan Williams
can’t do no sech thing fer ye.”
‘•Huhobserved Caddie. “Ef that
bull-he.ided ole Burns ever conies
a-shiniu’ ’round me be’ll get sech a crack
in ’is jaw ’ll make him see stars, or else
my name hain’t Cad .Johnson.”
“Wall, I guess he’d better not risk it,
then,” said the woman, with a feeble
laugh. Yew’re pa’s a hitchin’ up the
hosses, Caddie, an’ I reckon yew’d better
pack thet there bit o’ butter in a box,
an’ inebbe ole Burns ull give yew some
shoes fef it ef yew’re real nice tew him.”
“All right,” answered Caddie. “Look
a-here, you Tom, I’ll kick you into the
middle of next week if you don’t stop
trvin’ to lasso that there pig. Come
along here now, an’ git ycr face washed.
We’re goin’ to the ‘Co-op.,’ an’ mebbe
you’li git some candy ef you'll behave
yourselves.”
There was only one seat in the wagon,
and on it sat Dick Johnson andhis wife,
who held the baby in their arms.
Caddie sat on the box in the back of the
wagon, and the children rolled around
her m the hay that was always taken
along for tlm horses to eat whilo the
women were trading in the Co-operative
store and the man was drinking at the
one saloon.
The road ran along the bank of a river,
whose gleaming breadths, seen at inter
vals through the overhanging willows,
together with the long sweep of green
and brown and gold bunch-grass that
bowed its tasseled heads as the breeze
passed over it, waving like a many
colored sea, away to the dark mountains
with their snowy tops, formed a picture
, almost sublime in it 3 perfect lovel ness.
“That there grass is e’en a-most ready
to cut,” remarked old Dick. “I guess
I’ll borry the Bishop’s hay-rick to
morrer, an’ go after a load o’ hay, an’
you youiig-ters kin come along an’ help
stamp it, ef you want to.”
The children set up a joyful shout, for
this was a treat to them, as it would be
to any one, to tumble about in the long
grass, to fish for minnows in the cool,
gurgling creek, to wade into it knee-deep
for watercress, to pick tart, wild straw
berries, and to eat all these delicacies
with the sweet home-made bread and
country batter. And after this delight
ful day, how pleasant it was to roll in the
sweet-smelling hay, with the bree/es
cooling their sun-burned cheeks during
the long ride home.
The wagon drew up at last in front of
the village store, aud the girl marshaled
the children into the “Co-op.” with a
good deal of forcible persuasion.
“How de do, Sister Johnson,”said tho
storekeeper, who was also the Mormon
Bishop; “well, Caddie, I see you’re as
fat and sarsy as you ever was.”
Caddie stared at him scornfully, not
because she was offended at his free lan
guage, she was quite used to that; but
this uncouth creature had as much nat
ural coquetry as any other 15-year old
girl.
“How much be you pain’ fer tip-top
butter nowf” she asked; “I’ll let you
hev’ this here, ef you’ll giv’ me six bits
a roll ter it.”
“Oh, come now,” he said, “you don't
want to do me out of all my profits like
that. Seem’ it’s you, I’ll let ye hev t\vo
bits a pound fer it, aud that’s more’n I’d
do fer anybody else.”
“VVeil,” said the girl, “I guess I’ll
jest look at some shoes, and if I kin see
a pa’r I like, I’ll jest take ’em for the
butter.”
Caddie’s mother had gone with her
numerous offspring to visit a friend, and
Caddie was left alone to do her trading.
Her elderly admirer took advantage of
this fact to plead his case with the hand
some girl.
“You've got a party face fer a gal of
your size,” he said, as she tried on a pair
ot calfskin shoes, declining all help
from him.
“Huh!” said the lady, too engrossed
with her task to notice the compliment;
“these here shoes tits kinder slick, but
I don’t b’licve they’ll hold water w r heu
the snow comes.”
“Oh, they’ll hold water fast enough,”
he answered; “but they ain’t half nice
enough fer such a handsome gal. Now
here’s a pa’r o’ kid shoes I’m savin’ fer
my wife.”
“Well,” asked Caddie, sharply, “then
why don’t you give um to her? She'
needs um bud enuff.”
“Aow look a here, Cad,” he said,
“that’s tom-foolishness, an’ you know
it; Mirandy don’t want fer nothin’, an’
she don’t care about fineries, but mo3t
girls does, an’ I tell you what, my sec
ond’ll hev the nicest duds o’ any woman
in town.”
Caddie had put on her shoes again by
#his time, aud she d.d not propose to
listen to h m any longer. It would not
be wise to quarrel with the Bishop, but
she had no desire “to play second fiddle
in no kind o’ music,” and she told him
“Haw, haw, haw,” laughed, “I
guess not. I kin jest see the way my
ole woman ’ll hev to step around when
you air Mrs. Burns. Bee here, Caddie,”
he added, as she turned to go, “I want
to talk to you, an’ you might jest as
well listen now as enny other time. Vou
know your pa went prospectin’ last year,
an’ I furnished the grub fer the trip.
| Well, he found a putty good claim, an’
now au eastern company's sent an expert
out here to look at it, an’ like as not
they’ll buy it. Well, one night yer pa
got purty full here in town, and I got
him to sign a bill o’ sale of the mine.
Now he don’t know nothin’ ’bout the
company, an’ he don’t know thet the
paper he signed wuz a bill o’ sale. I’ve
got agrubbin’ on the mine, ennyway,an’
I’ve got mines o’ m . own an’ money,too,
an’ I wouldn’t mind givin’ this bill o’
sale to you if you’d be sensible an’ marry
me, like your pa wants you to.”
“I don’t b’lieve you've got no bill o’
1 sale,” said the girl quietly; “show me
the paper.”
Her face was dark with anger. She
| looked very pretty as she sat there in
! the dingy little store ou a long packing
box; her glorious brown hair had been
blown loose by the wind, her ragged
sunborsnet hung by its strings around her
neck, her blue eyes were bright with ex
! citement, and her brown cheeks glowed.
The Bishop looked at her admiringly as
he returned with the paper. She rose
to her feet, and her slight, round figure
| showed, even through the clumsy pink
calico, its graceful curves. She moved
round between him and the open door
I of the stove, in which a wood fire burned,
for the evenings are cold in these moun
tain vil ages, aud then, as he read aloud,
she suddenly snatched the paper and
thiew it into the siove. He sprang for
ward with an oath, but it was too late,
and when he turned to look for the girl
she was gone.
The next day Dick Johnson rode up to
the saioon, and gravely announced to
the loungers there that he meant to
shoot old Burns on sight, and that the
said Burns had better have his gun
handy. Then the injured man began to
lortify himself with whLky for the ap
proaching duel.
“What's the matter with Burns ”
asked one o 'the crowd ; ‘T alius thought
that you wuz on the best kind o’ terms
with the Bishop.”
“Oh, he’s lived long enough, that's
all,” answered old Dick; “an’ my arms
air a-gittin’ rusty fer want o’ use.’
His enemy had been warned Dick was
drunk enough to be dangerous, and so
he thought there was no reason for wait
ing any longer, and rising he slipped
; quietly out of the saloon and walked
over to the “Co-op.”
Arriving theie he stood near the door
watching the proprietor, until the latter
turned, when the (lands of both men flew
to their ready pistols, and the shots rang
was a dead shot, stood calmly looking
at his victim. The murdered man’s wife
out. The Bishop fell, and Dick, who
ran in from her rooms behind the store
and flung herself down beside the body
with heart-rending shriek. Then
the men from the saloon rushed in aud
stood looking silently at the bleeding
corpse and at the poor wife, who
mourned the dead man as sincerely as
though he had been the kindest of hus
bands to her.
Her pitiful sobbing aroused the sym
pathies of the rough crowd, and they
began to look angrily at the victor. One
man pointed signficantlv to acoilofrope
lying on the counter, but the rest looked
at the revolver still grasped in the fallen
man’s hand, and they shook their heads.
Dick Johnson saw and understood and
he quietly backed up against the wall,
drew another six-shooter, aud pro
ceeded to make his defence. He told
the story of the bill of sale:
“You see, boys, he swindled me.
Nqw, you know, a man ain’t a-goin’ to
be cheated l.ke that an’ not try to git
revenge for it. I give him fair warnin’,
he had his chance at me; I done it all up
reg’lar, an’ there hain’t no call fer hard
feelin’s ag n me. I’m sorry for her, but
you know it ain’t my fault because her
man was a scamp an’ needed killin’.”
His revolvers helped him to make his
peace. These men were not cowards,
but they knew they could not take him
alive armed in that way, and, besides,
they thought his conduct quite proper,
so he was promptly acquitted by this in
formal jury and he went quietly home.
Thus was rude justice done. Thus,
too, was it that Caddie did not marry a
Bishop, but became Dan Williams’s
bride. —San Francisco Argonaut.
Deluding Assayers.
“Fardon me, sir; we allow no one in
that room but the assayers.” I looked
at the speaker with an expression of in
jured innocence. He was the member
of the great firm of chemists whose cer
tificate as to the output of a mine would
be worth a fortune if favorable. “Sorry
to offend you, sir,” he continued, “but
we assume that every man who comes
in here is a knave.”
This aroused my curiousitv, and I im
proved the first opportunity to ask an
expert assayer to explain these misan
thropic sentiments. Dr. Ledoux, a fa
mous chemist connected with the firm
mentioned above, satisfied me that they
were well founded. “We can hardly
trust our own Senses,” he said. “I
have known a sample of ore to yield a
heavy percentage of gold when its owner
was present at the test and none at all
when he was absent. How can that be ?
Well, in this instance I saw nothing
wrong, but recently I was conducting
an assay in the presence of the owner of
the sample and noticed that he was
chewing tobacco very vigorously and
also going to the assay furnace to ex
pectorate into the fire. Watching him
narrowly i saw him spit into the crucible
aud seizing him by the throat I forced
out of his mouth the tobacco and along
with it a quantity of gold dust, which
he was attempting to get in the crucible
—this way to make his assay run high.
It would require very little gold thus
added to an ounce of ore to make a dif
ference of many hundreds of dollars per
ton in the result.
“We once sent an engineer to Colo
rado to sample a silver mine,” said Dr.
Ledoux. “He was entirely unmolested
in,the performance of his duty and felt
sure that he had a fair average sample.
He took the precaution, however, to
divide his sample into two lots, sending
one lot by express and bringing the
other with him in his trunk. Both
samples arrived with their seals un
broken, and the bags apparently intact,
but when we came to assay them we
found nearly double the amount of silver
in those which had come by express.
Investigation showed that somebody had
punctured the bags which came by ex
press witn the point of a syringe,and had
squirted in among the ore a strong solu
tion of nitrate of silver, which drying
upon the ore, of course, added greatly
to the assay. —Mail and Express.
Origin of “God Save the Queen.”
“There has been so much ado lately,”
writes Mr. Edward St. John-Brenon,
“about the Cork band refusing to play
‘God save the Queen’ at Olympia, it
might interest your readers to learn some
thing ef the origin of our national an
them. The words, which were composed
by Henry Carey, were of French inspira
tion. In ‘The Memoirs of Madame de
Gregny’ we find a canticle which used
to be sung by the young ladies of St.
Cyr whenever Louis KIV. (commonly
called Le Grand Iloi) entered their chapel
to hear morning mass. The words were
written by a M. de Erenon, and the
music by the celebrated composer, Lully,
This was the first stanza:
Grand Lieu sauve le Roil
Grand Dieu vengele Roil
Vive Je Roil
Que toujours gloriaux,
Louis victorieux,
Voye ses enemies
Toujours soumis.
Grand Dieu sauve le Roi I
Grand Dieu venge le lioil
Vive leßoi!
The earliest of the versions began ‘God
save King James, our King.’ It is a
qurious fact that in 1547 similar words
were chanted before Edward VI. when
he made his entry into London. In 1745,
the year of the Stuart rebellion in Scot
land, Dr. Burney tells us, it was gener
ally the accepted opinion that this
anthem was written and composed for
the Catholic chapel of King James 11.,
whose right to the English throne the
Irish so faithfully defended against
William lll.”— Fail Mall Gazette.
A Remedy for Rabies.
A correspondent of the Milledgeville
(Ga.) L nion-Recorder give the tollowing
remedy for the bite of a mad dog with
gratifying results:
Elecampane is a plant well-known to
most persons, and is to be found in many
of our gardens. Immediately after be
ing bitten take ounces of the root of
the plant, the green root is perhaps pre
ferable, but the dried will answer, and
may be found in our drug stores, and
was used by me. Slice or bruise, put
into a pint of fresh milk, boil down to
a half pint, strain, and when cold drink
it, fasting at least six hours afterwards.
The next morning repeat the dose, fast
ing, using two ounces of the root. On
the third morning take another dose,
prepared as the last, and this will be
sufficient. It is recoi mended that after
each dose nothing be eaten for at least
six hours.
DEEP SEA EXPLORATIONS
SUB-MARINE DIVERS AND TEEIh
APPLIANCES.
Dangers Encountered at. Great
Depths—A Test ofCoolnoss anti
Kiulu ranee—A Diver’s Outfit.
Joseph Smith is one of the oldest and
most experienced practical divers on tho
Atlantic coast, and is at present work
ing foreman in the only manufactory of
diving apparatus in this part of thu
country. What he does not know
about matters pertaining to diving very
few men know.
What is the reason that man cannot
accomplish the feat of sub-marine ex
ploration ?
The answer to this question, given by
Mr. Smith and other old divers, is, that
man doesn’t want to attempt it. Down
to a certain depth the matter is compara
tively easy. Almost any practical diver
will go down to a distance of eighty or
100 feet and work there as coolly as on
the surface. But at a greater depth than
that there is something so weird and
strange, so uncanny, augmented by the
eternal stillness and the knowledge
that if an accident should happen
to the slender life line or string of
hose that supplies air to the diver, he
could never hope to rise again to the sur
face, that few men have the nerve to
undertake the decent. There have been
descents and work performed on the
bottom of the sea at a depth of 12,3 feet
—some unauthenticated stories name 130
feet—but no diver can remain at that
depth more than half an hour at a time.
Besides the sensation, which is calculated
to unnerve even a brave men, there are
physical obstacles against remaining any
longer. The chief of these is the di.ti
culty of forcing air through the hose
down to that depth. A steam pump has
to be employed, and even then the air
will only come,in gasps and sobs and
intermittent puffs. The immense press
sure of the water squeezes the hose to
gether so that it can hardly be forced
through. The pressure of water is so
great about the diver’s body that it re
quhes a stroug man to stand it, while the
heat and perspiration induced inside the
closed armor is something fearful. A
good many divers who have ventured to
great depths and remained down too
long for their strength, have come up
paralyzed.
Have there been any improvements in
diving armor of late years? None
worth speaking of. The suit is practi
cally the same now as when first used, a
generation ago. It consists of a helmet,
a diving dress, a set of belt weights, a
pair of diving shoes with lead or iron
soles, rubber mittens and other articles
to correspond. The helmet is made of
copper and bell metal, in order to be as
light as possible, with glass five-six
teenths of an inch thick for the three
windows, which are guarded by wires
across the outside.
The dress is made of two plies of can
vas with one ply of "rubber between.
The air hose is made of rubber lined with
canvas. This apparatus is now the
same all the world over. Who first in
vented it has been forgotten, if it was
ever known. There are no patents upon
it, but it hardly pay for many
firms to engage in its manufacture, be
cause the demand is so small. The sale
of half a dozen suits and outfits a year is
counted a pretty fair business, besides
repairing.
The cost of an outfit varies from S4OO
to SIOOO. The co 4of an air pump
varies from slbo to S3OO. This outfit is
the same that has been manufactured
here since 1851), and which about that
time supplanted the diving bell. There
ire a few diving bells still in existence,
but they are never used because they are
50 unhandy. A person cannot move
outside of them, but they have been
used at a depth of 150 feet.
Along the coast from Ma'ne to Florida
there are probably not more than two
hundred practical divers, men competent
to take a job of work under water and
perform it satisfactorily. There are
probably two or three times that number
who have worn diver’s armor and worked
in shoal water. A good many armors
are now employed for going through
sewers and performing such work, the
armor being more a protection against
gas and foul air than from water. The
Standard Oil Company employ some
men to look after and repair its pipes
which cross the bottom of rivers, and in
which there are frequently breaks and
leaks. But these men are not termed
divers by the profession.
The most famous piece of div ngwork
done on this coast, perhaps, was at the
wreck of the steamship Oregon, outside
of Sandy Hook, about four years ago.
Men worked there in IJ3 feet of water.
Although the wreck lay in clear sea
water, they found considerable difficulty
owing to lack of lights. The appearance
of objects was as though seen in a room
at night lighted only by the stars shining
through the windows, and most of the
work had to be done by feeling. Elec
tric lights were tried with some success,
but it was too much trouble to carry
them about and keep them in good posi
tion for working by. At this depth the
diver had to take half hour shifts. • At
a depth of eighty feet, the ordinary
diver will work all day and ask only to
come up to his meals. —New York Com
mercial Advertiser.
Little Snake Stories.
They are having a genuine scare about
Warren, Ind., over a snake that steals
chickens and even swallows small pigs.
Samuel Weesner has seen it, and says it
is at least fifteen feet long and as large
as a man’s thigh.
A well-developed snake, five inches
long, may be seen in the eye of a mare
belonging to T. E. Budd, of Carthage,
N. Y. It is as large around as a horse
hair and very active. It is held in a
transparent sac which covers nearly the
whole of the eye and which is filled with
a light colored fluid.
Two anacondas, that somehow or
other got into the hold of the barken
tine Emma E. Smith while she lay at a
Brazilian port, completely rid that vessel
of rats.
A ringed snake, about three feet long,
was captured alive over four miles out
at sea off the English coast.
A rattlesnake, eight feet long and sev.
enteen inches in circumference, was
killed by Frank Everitt near ltaleigh,
N. C., just as it was about to strike at
his three-year-old eon.
SONG OF THE SEWING MACHINE,'
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble,
Hear the song I sing—
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble,
In these days of spring.
Gowns are cut and lying by me,
Ruffles, tucks and h6ms, they try me;
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble,
Hear the song I sing—
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble,
In these days of spring.
My tensions are adjusted nicoly,
My needles set just right;
And like a greedy little monster
My bobbin’s filled up quite.
Now set my nickel foot clown flat—
(My mistress, too, sometimes does that)
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble,
See my shuttle fly;
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble,
Happy, happy, II
For here a secret let ma tell you:
’Tis not in idleness
Nor ease we find true good the highest.
From me a riddle guess;
\\ hiie I trouble, I’m no trouble;
Troubling not, I trouble double;
Though I’m troubled, troubled, troubled,
Yet me no trouble’s nigh:
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble,
O, who so gay as I?
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble,
Hear the song I sing—
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble,
In these days of spring;
Gowns are cut and lying by me.
Ruffles, tucks and hems, they try me;
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble,
Hear the song I sing.
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble,
In tho days of spring.
—Good Housekeeping.
HUMOR OF THE DAY.
A scratch race—Barn-yard fowls.
The suit department—A court-room.
A prominent band—The engagement
ring.
Made of all work—Some women’s
lives. »
The toney girl—The soprano of the
choir.
The old notion that blood will tell is
a vein conceit.
The paper-hanger makes money by
going to the wall.
Saratoga is famous for spring water
and Niagara for fail water.
“He can take it out in tirade,” as the
abusive man said of a creditor.
If you want to know what a sliding
scale is try to handle a wet fish.
Possibly the most courteous of all the
masts is the top-galiant.— Ocean.
Figures never lie, but the context fre
quently does. Burlington Free Press.
TJ* man in the moon is doubtless
married to the maid of green cheese.—
Time.
Time flies and stays for no man. The
only fellow who can beat it is the
musician.
One of our fashionable tailors is build
ing a yacht. It is to be a cutter, of
course.— Ocean.
Many young women who went to the
watering places this year to secure titled
husbands have returned quite crest
fallen.—Mercury.
It is a notable fact that however
cleanly seamen may be on the water,
they have a decided dislike to being
washed ashore. Ocean.
t An author, ridiculing the idea of
ghosts, asks how a dead man can get
into a locked room. Easy enough.
With a skeleton key.— Mercury.
My baby knows her alphabet
As far as A and B,
But she can get no farther yet,
For there's a squall at C.
— Ocean.
Speaking of doughnuts, an exchangt
says the quickest way to digest them is
to eat only the hole and throw the rest
away. Despite this suggestion, the
whole of the doughnut will be eaten as
usual.
According to a scientific writer, “blue
eyes are simply turbid media.” It
sounds more poetical, though, to refer
to a “blue-eyed girl,” than to call her a
damsel with turbid media optics.— New
York News.
A Connecticut man has invented an
“elastic hat.” This is truly one of the
greatest inventions of the age. A hat
that swells with the swelling head will
supply a great and long-felt want. —New
York Telegram.
“Who is this Chinese Bill I read about
as being in Congress so much?” asked
Mrs. Snaggs. “Oh, he’s a brother of
Buffalo Bill,” replied her husba..d, who
then went on pursuing the baseball col
umn.—Pittsburg Chronicle.
Not Much Breakage.—“Oh, the
Frenchman was very harshly treated.
They threw him off the balcony into the
street.” “They did? Well, was he
hurt much? Anything broken?” “No
thing but his English.”— Harper's Bazar.
An exchange informs us that the Keely
motor is still alive. Then why doesn’t
it mote. As the man said when he read
the epitaph on the tombstone: “I still
live,” “Well, if 1 was dead, I wouldn’t
be ashamed to own up to it.” — Boston
Transcript.
In Hartford, Conn., a jeweled casket
was locked and given to the bride to be
opened twenty-five years hence. We do
hot know what it contained, and venture
to say if the bride doesn’t it will be pried
open with a pair’ of scissors within a
week.— Jeweler's Weekly.
A Newark man noticed an advertise
ment ln9t week in which it was set forth
that the advertiser would impart the
secret of living for the small sum of sl.
He sent the money and received a reply
containing two words. They were:
“Don’t die.”— Newark Journal.
Little boy— “Mamma, what does this
mean: ‘Never judge a man by his
clothes?’” Mamma —“Oh, it means
that men haven’t sense enough to se.ect
clothes, and it’s always hit or miss with
’em. Women folks are the only ones
that can be judged by their clothes.”—
Philadelphia Record.
It broke the engagement.—Young
Spinckie (referring to the evening being
chilly)—“You should have brought
something that would have been a pro
tection to you.” Miss Croonall—“) es,
I should have thought of that. Ma said
there were so many tramps around here
after dark,” — Judge.