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Dai imj Times.
TRENTON, GEORGIA.
Mexican flounces are in an improved
condition.
The Augusta (Ga.) Chronicle denies
that there is such a race as the Scotch-
Irish.
There are 7.73 per cent, of the people
of Massachusetts who can neither read
nor write.
During nineteen years 310 amendments
to the Constitution have been introduced,
but only three have been adopted.
Loudon papers devoted considerabl
spacc to the American centennial pro
ceedings, and their tone was one of re
spect for this country.
Oyster pirating along the shores ot
Maryland and Virginia has at length been
broken up, but it took some hard knocks
and a great deal of money to do it.
The lion. W. C. P. Breckinridge, of
Kentucky, is to deliver the address at the
dedication of the national monument to
the forefathers at Plymouth, Mass., or*
Aueust 1»_
Says the Chicago Sun: There are not
a few sharp and far-seeing business men
who say that the United States is on the
eve of the greatest railroad enterprise
ever known.
There has been so much sickness in
Trego County, Kan., that tho Probate
Judge canceled all the druggists’ permits
in the county, hoping in that way to mend
the general health.
Three times as much coal as ever be
fore was imported into St. Petersburg
last year, and a Russian Government com
mission is investigating the Russian
mines to find out what ails them.
America can take in 2,000,000,000
more comers, remarks the hospitable
Chicago Herald , and find room for all to
build homes and make gardens. We
haven’t settled a hundredth part of the
country yet.
The Detroit Free Press asserts that
Chicago has set itself to absorb enough of
its suburbs to advance to the third place
among American municipalities, under
the next census. Owners of -small town?
in Illinois now take them jn at night.
The people of New York are discuss
ing the proposition to hold a World’s
Fair in the Metropolis in 1892, the 400tb
anniversary of the discovery of America
liy Columbus. Many prominent mer
chants of the big city favor the idea.
The Canadian Government has givet
40,000,000 acres of land to railroads, and
is willing to give more, but, states the
New York Graphic, “emigrants prefer
United States land and can scarcely be
induced to remain in the Dominion.”
• England gets most of its ice now from
Norway, Scandinavian competition hav
ing almost entirely destroyed the business
of shipping ice from Boston to England,
which was once very profitable. Ice is
sold in London for from fifty-eight to
eiglity-one cents per hundred weight.
The thirty picked men from the marine
corps, who have been sent over to Paris
to act as a guard in protecting the Ameri
can exhibit, are said to represent the
fiower and pride of the marine corps, all
being native Americans of good record,
martial bearingand soldierly deportment.
A number of important inventions are
, comjug out. One recently tested is an
lvaypN v ifldcfinitc period. Einr
balmiog c:uffle r do)ub, itis sajd,As ft'used
to be done hrflßgypt, and food can be
kept for years. The clay comes
The doctors are. deeply interested iu iC.
Samoa, which is attracting so much at
tention now, generally regarded as a
savage island, hut a large proportion of
the people are Christians. A missionary
says: “I would guarantee to take the
first twenty men, women an<£ children
that I should meet with in Samoa, and I
w-ouid back them in Bible knowledge
against any twenty I should meet in this
country,”
In Findlay, Olfio, there are few houses
to rent, and rents arc high: This faet
probably suggested to three ycung men
of that place the- brilliant scheme of get
ting a monopoly of the rentable houses
and making a handsome ••spec” in a
legal way. During January aud February
they quietly leased all the houses they
could secure upon such terms as gave
them full control and the power to sub
let, and on May 1 advanced the rents
four or five dollars a month. People had
to have houses to live in, so the scheme
of the young house Trust worked just as
its originators expected it would.
It is always pleasant, observes the De
troit Free Press, to see things done in a
business-like way. A Philadelphia law
yer collected a claim of SISOO for a
client, made a charge of S4OO for his ser
vices and then embezzled the remainder.
An ordinary man of dishonest inclina
tions would have stolen the SISOO out
right- .. .
The Shah of Persia is, it is reported,
looking forward with much eagerness to
his advent in England. His desire is not
so much to undergo the boredom of fes
tivals, balls and dinners, of which he had
enough to satisfy any reasonable Shah
when he visited Queen Victoria some
years ago, as it is to witness some lirst
class English horse races. lie was ex
pected to reach London in time to attend
die Ascot races.
The latest Government returns show
that the public debt of the Canadian
Dominion is now $286,575,955, of which
$188,713,935 is payable in England. The
interest upon the enormous debt has to
be sent across the Atlantic every year and
is a serious drain upon the country's
monetary resources. Yet the legisla
tion of the last session of the Federal
Parliament pledged the country to the
expenditure of over $57,000,000, and
next year’s revenue will not exceed $36,-
000,000, thus leaving $21,000,000 to be
borroVed.. The annual interest upon the
Dominian debt is now about $13,000,000.
Phe total revenue from customs and
excise twenty years ago was only sll,-
112,573.
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When the history of the Panama Cana*
Company is written it will include many
stories of extravagance such as one must
go back to the time of Rome in its de
cadence to parallel. One of the most
characteristic instances of wastefulness
was furnished by the General Superin
tendent at Panama. He spent $300,000
on a fine house and nearly as much in
opening up fine roads so that his wife
might take horseback rides. She died in
about two years, and to signalize his
grief over her loss he had all tho thor
oughbred horses shot which she had used
in riding and driving. This imitation of
the great Alexander didn’t cost the
mourner anything, however, as the horses
all belonged to the company, and their
loss was charged to the inexorable
climate.
The preseut forces of enlisted men in
the United States Navy aggregates 8500
men. It is the opinion of Commodore
Schley that a force of 15,000 men, or
nearly 7000 additional, will be required
to equip the vessels already authorized by
Congress. It is more than likely that an
effort will be made to secure some sort of
provision for these enlisted men in the
Navy, so that the Government can com
mand the very best type of manhood for
its sailors. The officers are already pro
vided for by the retired list. The last
Congress arranged the saving-bank
system, so that the money whierf was re
tained from the sailors until they were
finally paid off could be deposited with
the paymaster, and would draw four per
cent, interest. This money is nonforfeit
able for any cause except desertion.
Other steps in behalf of the men are in
consideration.
W. O. Atwater, iu charge oi the work
at experiment stations established by the
Agricultural Department, assisted by A.
W. Harris and A. C. True of his division,
is preparing a bulletin, which will be pub
lished tliis year, giving a history of the
department and u sketch of the progress
of education in agricultural colleges and
schools. Under, this latter heud the sub
ject of agricultural instruction is discussed
at length. ft is acknowledged that the
purpose for which agricultural colleges
were established in the several States,and
to which the Government contributed by
liberal grants of land and money, has not
been realized. The colleges do not edu
cate men for the farms, but for professions,
and the tendency of their teachings has
been to draw young men from theii farms
instead of fitting them for work on them.
The curriculum in most cases is too ex
tensive for the average farmer's sou to
undertake, and in most cases also '.he ex
penses arc too great for the average farm
er's son to meet. The consequence is that
the class for whom the colleges were as
signed have received absolutely no bene
fit from their existence.
Hypnotized by the Phonograph.
Dr. Pinel, of Paris, has succeeded in
hypnotizing several subjects by means of
the phonograph. All rhe commands
given through this channel were as readily
obeyed its those uttered directly, and
“sugestions” of every possible sort were
as effectually communicated through the
medium of the machine as if made viva
voce. The conclusion deduced by Dr.
Pinel is that-the theory of a magnetic
current passing from the operator to the
subject is entirely baseless, and that the
real cause of the phenomena of hypnotism
is nervous derangement on tin; part of
those subject to them. —Electrical World.
During 1888 there were 7120 miles of
main track of new railways built in this
country and at the same time the stock of
old roads declined in value to the extent
of over $100,000,000.
LOVE’S MITE.
Sweet sympathy is strong to aid,
And gentle tones have power to cheer;
’Twere hard for us if riches mado
The sum of all our treasure here, i
He who approved the widow’s mite,
Knows well what triumphs Love has won;
And precious in His holy -sight
Is every kindly action done.
— S. Gray.
AN UIIITfACe"
BY TOM P. MORGAN.
“An’—an’, you’re so ugly, Jacks!” the
girl added, with something like a little
shudder.
“I know it, Hannie, but ” Half
frightened at the look of anguish that her
words had brought to the man’s ugly
face, the girl turned and sped along the
timber-path that led from the big spring.
The man covered his face with his hard
hands and groaned. No one knew better
than he just how unhandsome he was.
As a boy, Jackson Hamlin had grown
apathetically used to the sobriquet of
“Ugly Jacks,” and had so often sought
some placid little “back-set” in the creek,
and gazed at his reflection in it with a
pitiful hope that he might be growing
less deserving of the title, that every line
and lineament of his ugly face was as
familiar to his mental vision as if it was
ever before his eyes. He had grown from
an ugly child to an equally ugly man,
grave and kindly, and differing greatly
from the shiftless and “trifling” beings
about him.
He wore the same fashionless garb as
they, but he spoke little of the quaint
dialect which they drawled. While they
passed as much as possible of their time
at anything but work, he cultivated his
timber-farm. Or when, at night, the
young men followed yelping curs on
’possum or ’coon hunts, or with their
sisters and sweethearts disported them
selves at the “hoe-down” dances, Jack
Hamlin bowed over the home-made table
in his bachelor cabin, and, by the light
of a spluttering tallow-dip, conned books
that looked so bloatedly full of wisdom
that the casual and illiterate visitor re
garded them almost reverently.
No one knew their contents, not even
old Jerry Pottle’s daughter, one of the
few persons in the neighborhood—the
Egypt of Southwestern Missouri—who
could read. They looked too dry and
ponderous to arouse her interest. But
she liked to hear him tell of the great
world —the world beyond the forest—
beyond the limits of the State, even—the
outside world of which she had seen
nothing and he very little, but of which
he knew much from reading.
And she liked, too, to hear him recite
poetry —poetry that she, with her scanty
education, could scarcely understand.
And, at such times, she would, for a lit
tle while, forget' liis ugly fact;, the sur
roundings, the rickety, shook-covered
house father, old Jerry Pottle,
calmly simßPb and dozed in his bgt k
tilted chair on the porch; forget the
apathetic, shiftless, out-of-the-way world
in which she existed, and live for the
moment in the bright, far-off world of
which the p£hi told.
A Tiffs bright-faced, ragged maided had
■bpes—dreams that promised no shadow
of fulfillment till Sharpley came. You
and I would have considered this Sliarp
ley a very indifferent personage—rowdy
ish as to appearance, deficient as to gram
mar, and inclined to slovenliness of attire.
But to Han he was very interesting in
deed. lie had been almost everywhere—
at least he said so. He, too, could quote
poetry —of a certain class. As a conver
sationalist lie seemed almost a wonder to
Han, for SUarpley’s tongue was ready
and his mind an inventive one, and the
restrictions of truth bothered him little.
If Jacks Ilamlim had dreamed dreams,
he had said very little about them. But
often at night, when he should have been
studying those dry books, something
would come between him and the printed
page, and its text would go uncom
mitted, while he wove wreaths of happy
fancies around the mental picture that
kept him from studying—the bright, wild
face of old Jerry Pottle’s daughter. Bui
he had said nothing of this to her, but
had waited till— Then Sharpley came,
from where no one knew, and for what
no one could guess; and then Jacks was
with her no.more.
Jacks had made no complaint, but had
kept closer t 6 his farm during the flays,
and studied his dry books more
at night. And Han scarcely misscilfflm
at all, for Sharpley was so often hovering
about, and liis conversation seemed al
ways of things in which she was h terest
cd. And—well, it whs so easy Sharp
ley’s agile tongue to promh ~ tR tiling,
and listening, the girl aliuTlt forgot
Jacks. >•
Few had known or cared when he dis
appeared for a few days, and then came
back with one of the two great hopes of
his life blossoming into realization.
“I’ll tell it to her,” he told himself.
“Tell it to Hannie, and maybe— ’
He met her in the shady path as she
was returning with a bucket of water from
the big spring, and started to tell her the
story in a hurried, blundering way, be
ginning at the wrong cud of the narrative
and.blurting out a little of the other great
hope that he had so long cherished. But
the girl would scarcely listen to lihn.
~“1 must hurry on,” she said. “Mr.—
somebody will he waitin’ ferine.”
Jacks Ham
lin said, bitterly. “That sneaking
hound, that ”
“He's jest as smart as you are!” the
girl retorted, angrily. “Jest as smart,
an’ a heap nicer! He jest knows over so
much, an’ is jest as nice-lookin’ as he kin
be, an’—an’ you’re so ugly!”
“I kuow it, Hannie, but ”
But she was speeding away down the
path, spilling the water from the bucket
at every step.
“Ugly?” the man groaned. “Don't I
know just us well as anybody in the
world how ugly I am? 1— ‘/Jut it's
that lioi -id Sharpley that has changed
her! She used to seem to like to have
me around, and almost seemed to forget
my ugly face. And I— Well, it’d nil
over now! I dreamed; that was all!
But if Sharpley- ”
He did not finish the sentence, but
strode along the wood-path in the direc
tion that the girl had just taken. A mo
ment later, as he rounded a bend in the
path, he stopped suddenly. Before him,
close to where the path left the timber at
the edge of the clearing, two figures were
standing, screened by a bush from the
sight of old Jerry Pottle, drowsily smok
ing in his tilted chair on the porch of his
shook-covered domicile.
“Sharpley!” Jacks muttered, hoarsely.
Sharpleyarm was around the girl as
if he had sprung out from a handy hid
ing place and caught her, and although
the girl struggled as maidenly modesty
dictated, she did not seem ’ greatly dis
pleased. And as Jacks looked, Sharpley,
holding her fast with his superior
strength, bent her head back and kissed
her. Then the girl broke away and
bounded toward the house with the now
almost empty bucket, and Sharpley strode
down the path, whistling airily, and as
he went on the girl stopped and looked
after him.
He passed so close to Jacks, who had
stepped behind a tangled bush, that the
latter could have struck him to the earth.
But Sharpley, unconscious of the prox
imity of the ugly face, that, darkened
with hatred, looked half demoniacal as
it peered at him, went on whistling as he
strolled along the wooded path and round
the bend, and the half-raised hand
dropped at Hamlin’s side. He left his
concealment as if to follow the other,
hut turned, as there came a clatter of
hoofs.
Before the girl had reached the house
a small boy, mounted on a wheezy horse,
dashed up to the rickety pole-fence and
uttered a shrill whoop that aroused old
Jerry Pottle so suddenly that he nearly
fell out of his tilted chair. The old
man hurried over to the fence, the boy
imparted his message, and the steed
dashed wlieeziugly away again, urged by
the rain of kicks that the bare heels of
his rider bestowed upon his rusty sides.
As the girl reached the house, old Jerry
emerged hurriedly, bearing a long brown
rifle.
, “Where are you goin’, paw?” the girl
asked.
“Hanner,” said the old man, sternly,
as he strode away, “shet yo’rc mouth, ’an
don’t you darst to stir offeu the place
twell to-mor’.
Some event of much moment must be
at hand. “Hanner” was only used at
such rare intervals that the girl’s proper
name had been almost forgotten. Her
father, kind in his shiftless way, usually
considered “Han” sufficiently compre
hensive,and few called her anything else,
except Jacks. It had been “Hannie”
with him, and then with Sharpley. Just
now the girl did not remembenjmt two
previous occasions upon which he had
dignified her as “Hanner.” One was
when his wife, her mother, had died.
The other was only last week, when the
Riggs “boys” had been arrested, and car
ried away on a journey that, after some
delays, ended at the penitentiary,the said
“boys” having been captured by a United
States marshal and his posse while en
gaged in manufacturing “moonshine”
whisky at a cleverly concealed still-house.
Old Jerry Pottle did not see Jacks
Hamlin as he turned from the path and
plunged into the timber. Now and then,
as the homely man trudged toward his
lonely home, he muttered, half aloud, in
a dreary, despairing way. “It is all over,
now!” he groaned. “Hannie—little
Hannie!”
Night found Hamlin in his small house,
bowed over his home-made table, seem
ingly savagely intent upon devouring the
contents of one of the dry books. But
the light of the spluttering candle could
not dissipate the shadow that seemed ob
scuring the printed page—a shadow that,
in spite of his determination, kept resolv
ing itself into the face of a girl—a bright
face framed in a tangle of wavy hair, lie
stared fiercely at the page before him,and
passed his hand across his vision as if to
brush away the shadow that, iu spite of
liis effort to think of it no more, his
thoughts would keep bringing up. And
when, iu angry despair, he turned away
from the book, the face was before his
vision still. “Hannie! Hannie!” he said,
half aloud. “I ”
There came a patter of footsteps with
out in the darkness, and a little figure
with frightened face and panting breath
staggered in at the open door and sunk
into the first chair.
“Hannie!” cried the man, in astonish
ment.
“Oh, Jacks!” gasped the girl. “Save
him! Save him! They are goin’ to kill
him, an’ ”
It was evident that she was terribly
frightened about something.
“They’ll kill him—kill him!” she
wailed. “An’—an’ he was goin’ to take
me away from here an’ show me all the
great world, an’ make a lady uv me—an’
I’d never have to wear these ole ragged
cloze no more. An’—an’ now they’re
goin’to kill him! They drove me away
when I tried to plead with them—my ole
father shoved me away an’ called him a
spy. An’ you’ll save him! You can—
you can! You know so much, an’ ”
“Him? Who? Sharpley?”
“Yes. He was goin’ to take me out
into the big, bright world, an’—an’ now
they are goin’ to kill him ”
“Was he going to make you his wife?”
the man asked, sternly.
“ ’Deed au’ double he was; an’ ”
“Come!” was all the man said.
They left the house and hurried away
in the darkness, the man striding along
at a terrific pace, .Seemingly unmindful of
the snags and brambles that clutched him
now and then, often tearing liis clothes
anil scratching his flesh. The girl ran
at his side, telling more of the story in a
gasping, excited, half-incoherent way.
That night Sharpley was to have taken
the girl away—away out into the great,
bright world. But, while Sharpley was
waiting at the trysting-place, they had
come and dragged him away. And now,
they were going to kill him, she moaned
—kill him, an’
A gleam of light filtered through Ihe
hushes ahead, and presently they were
just without the circle of brightness east
by a fire that, blazing cheerily, revealed
a weird, wild scene. The fire-light shone
on the despairing face of a man bound to
a sapling—Sharpley. It lit up the stern,
determined countenances—familiar, all of
them, to the couple beyond the circle of
light—of men intent upon executing what
they considered just vengeance. The
making of “moonshine” whisky, though
nominated in the statutes of this great
Government as a heinous offense, was
regarded by them with extremely lenient
eyes, while the giving of information
leading to the capture of such offenders
was considered the chief atrocity in the
catalogue of man’s crimes against his
fellow-men.
The girl would have rushed forward,
but Hamlin held her back, almost savagely.
“Guilty, er not guilty?” old Jerry
Pottle was asking of the group of stern
faced men about him.
“Guilty!”
“Sharpley,” begaii old Jerry, gravely,
“you’ve be’n found guilty, an’ ”
“They’ll kill him!” the girl gasped.
“Save— %ive ”
The hand of the man beside her closed
fiercely on her arm.
“Let them!” he whispered, hissingly.
“He came between ”
“But, he was goin’ to take me ’way
from here an’ make a lady uv me!” the
girl whispered, pleadingly.
“So will But, I forgot Ugly
—ugly 1”
“You’ve be’n foun’ guilty,” old Jerry
was saying—“guilty uv givin’ the infor
mation that sent the Riggs boys to prison
—tore ’em away frum their wives an’
families, left the women to fill the hungry
mouths uv their children as best they kin,
an’ sent ’em to a livin’ death fer half uv
their lives!”
The stern-faccd men seemed to grasp
their rifles more firmly.
“I reeken you know what punishment
sech traitors as you git who sell men’s
lives fer a little money. Robbed ’em uv
half uv their lives on this yere yearth be
ca’sethey made a little co’n into juice,
’stead uv meal!”
“Yes; I know!” answered Sharpley.
“You’ll murder me!”
“It liain’t murder to rid the yearth uv
a sneakin’ houn’ uv a spy. It’s ”
“But I'm not guilty!” Sharpley inter
rupted, desperately. “Indeed, I did not
give the information.”
“Don’t lie, Sharpley! The news that
little Sol Bender got in town was straight.
You gave the boys up, an’ ”
“No—no! Not I!” cried Sharpley, in
his desperation. It was ”
“Who?” demanded old Jerry.
“Jacks Hamlin!” cried the wretched
prisoner, as a last resort.
“You are a liar!” roared old Jerry.
“Jacks Hamlin ”
“Is the guilty man!” uttered a steady
voice.
A little squad of men who had crept
noiselessly within hearing of the small
'group about the tire saw Hamlin stride
resolutely into the light. He strode td
wfiere Sharpley was bound. A -revolver
was in Ms hand, and with it he waved
back old Jerry and his little squad.
Qujckly* drawing a knife, he severed
Sharpley’s bonds.
“There,” lie said, sternly, to the girl
who had followed into the light, “I have
saved him! Go-go with the man you
love, and—and may God bless you I”
Somehow, it almost seemed that, in the
light of the great sacrifice he had made,
Jacks Hamlin’s unhandsome face looked
less ugly. The girl never once looked at
Sharpley*, hut kept her eyes fixed on
Hamlin’s face, pale, stern and ugly,and it
somehow scenied to her just then the
noblest face in the world:
“Come, Hannie,” Sharpley said, eager
ly, bestowing scarce a thought upon the
man who had saved his life at the cost of
the greatest sacrifice that a man can
make. “Come, I’ll take you out into the
great world you wanted to see, and ”
“Go!” Hamlin said. “Go with the
mamyMi love, while you can! I ”
“But, I don’t love him!” cried the
girl. “I love you!”
“Hannie!”
Then she was sobbing on his breast,
and the ugly face was bent to her wild
hair, and Hamlin forgot Sharply, forgot
the desperate men he had dared; and
they, slow-witted always, had stood open
mouthed and motionless during the excit
ing moments that followed his appear
ance.
Then Sharpley turned to flee. The
next instant he was confronted by a little
squad of men who appeared as suddenly
as if they had risen from the earth.
“Stop!” the leader cried, as old Jerry’s
party closed their gaping mouths and
raised their brown rifles.
“Who air you?” demanded Pottle.
“I’ll tell you who!” cried Sharpley, in
terruptingly. “They are United States
Marshal Keenan and his posse! And,
now that I have such backing ”
“Our only business is with Sharpley,”
tho Marshal said, sternly. “We have
listened long enough to gather the gist of
the story. In his capacity of spy, Sharp
ley did good work in delivering the
Riggs boys to justice. The man who
just saved Ms life had not the most re
mote connection with the matter.”
It seemed that Sharpley had remained
in the neighborhood on the plea that Ke
was on the scent of an illicit distillery.
Fearing that he would be recalled before
he could accomplish his purpose, he sent
in reports that led the Marshal to believe
that there was au important capture all
ready to he made. Hence the niglit-cx
pedition.
“Now, I have only to say,” added the
Marshal, “that if there is a still in this
neighborhood, that is a matter to be at
tended to at some other time. Young
woman,” he said, addressing Hannie,
“your last choice was a wise one.
Sharpley, tho contemptible hound, is a
married man, as I happen to know. The
man whose arm is around yon I never saw
before, hut he is a hero, aud Stop
there, Sharpley!”
The spy hud exhibited a desire to es
cape.
“We will take him away with us,”
added the Marshal. “And I shall take
pleasure, not only in discharging him,
hut in Kicking him soundly as well.”
After they were gone, old Jerry’s little
squad stood motionless in their tracks,
their slow wits almo .1 refusing to grasp
the situation.
“WaJ,” drawled old Jerry, “I’ll jest
be bodasiousiy switched!”
“Me, too!” agreed eac h of his com
rades, as they turned to go.
Hannie and Jacks were the last of the
procession that made its slow way through
the dark timber, and the man’s arm was
around the girl's waist.
“But, I'am afraid—won't you ever re
gret this, little woman?” Jacks whispered.
“Nope!” said the girl, positively.
“Cause, you see, I love you too well!”
“But, I’m—l’m so ugly!”
“No, you h’aiu’t!” denied the girl,
stoutly. “You li’ain’t, an’ you ort to be
ashamed o’ yourself to say so. An’ you’re
so smart, an’ good, too, an’ 1 never
knowed my own heart till I’xaw you offer
to give up your life fer that—that
houn’!”
“But, he promised to take you out in
to the great world, and ”
4 ‘Blame the great world! I don’t want
it! I jest want you!”
There followed a peculiar sound, that
reached the ears of old Jerry Pottle.
“Wal, I'll jest be bodasiousiy switched
if I wa’n’t that riled up by circumstances,
so to speak, that I plumb forgot a im
portant matter till that thar kissin’
’minded me uv it. Jacks, you kin have
her; you're white. An’, wal, if thar’s
anything on my place that you want to
borry, it’s-your’n long’s you want it.”
A little later, Jacks told Hannie the
good news that he had intended to tell
her when he had met her in the path re
turning from the spring.
“You see,l’ve been putting in my spare
time for years studying medicine, and the
other day I went to the city, and a well
known physician put me through a short
examination. He said that theoretically
I was well advanced, and that after ac
quiring the practical part of the science
of medicine by a course under some ex
perienced physician I would be well
qualified to start to make a name for my
self in my chosen profession. And I
have hopes of succeeding so well that,
sometime, Hannie, you can see all of the
great, bright world that you have so
longed to see. You know that a homely
doctor can succeed as well as a ”
Then, she stopped his mouth with her
hand. —Frank Leslie's.
SELECT SIFTINGS.
George Washington’s name is found
twelve times iu the New York city di
rectory.
The theory of the eclipses is said to
have been known to the Chinese before
120 B. C.
Zoar Bridge, Conn., has a horse that,
in drinking from brooks laps up the water
like a dog.
° /
The cattle of the most valuable herd
in the Northwest are given homeopathic
treatment exclusively.
It said that during o series of twenty
one years there has been only one drought
extending over the whole of Kansas. /
Astronomy was cultivated in Egypt
and Chaldea 2800 B. C.; iu Persia,32o9;
in India, 3103, and in China, 2952.
The invention of stereotype printing
belongs to William Gid, a Scotch gold
smith,who first designed this method at
Edinburg, in 1736.
A remarkable subterranean waterway
has been discovered at Salamouie Stone
Quarries, twelve miles north of Hartford
City, lud., and is thought to be the out
let of a cave.
The newest feature of personal adorn
ment is made up of hairs from the tail
of the African elephant, made into watch
guards and bracelets. The elephant is
now becoming so scarce that his relics
are said to be very fashionable.
It is stated that the following lang
uages are spoken on the main street of
DeadwOod: English, German, French,
Italian, Chinese, Norwegian, Swedish,
Finnish, Scandinavian, Russian, Irish,
Spanish, Hebrew, Sclavonian—fourteen,
with possibibly a few overlooked.
Old Christ Church, Alexandria, of
which one George Washington was some
time a vestryman, had twice a woman
sexton. In 1776, Susannah Edwards
seated the congregation, “each according
to his dignity.” .From 1810 to 1821 a
Mrs. Cook held sway, and it is said w*ould
lock the people in their pews and patrol
the aisles in a most martial manner. She
was also a terror to such as infringed the
decorum of the place. So it is no won
der she was retired upon a pension long
before her usefulness was past.
Tidings From Pitcairn Island.
The clipper ship L. Schepp, which has
arrived at Philadelphia from San Frafa
cisco, brought tidings of the inhabitants
of that most interesting of all the South
Pacific island settlements, Pitcairn
Island. Captain Gates, the commander
of the Schepp, says that he was much
surprised to find on coming on deck one
morning a boat-load of stalwart men ap
proaching his vessel. Au island was seen
a short distance off the starboard bow,
and on the boat getting within hailing
distance, au aged and decrepit man iu
the bow shouted: “I am Thursday Oc
tober Christian, Governor of Pitcairn
Island. Christian said that the population
of Pitcairn consisted of 115 men, women
and children. Captain Gates ordered
the yards aback, and in a few minutes
eighteen men were on the ship’s deck, all
of whom bore evidence of English an
cestry. lie stated that ho was the grand
son of one of the mutineers, who, iu
1789, set adrift the officers of the Eng
lish armed transport ship Bounty. Sev
eral of the mutineers were afterward ar
rested and sent to England for trial.
The Governor added that the use of to
bacco and liquors was entirely unknown
among tho people of Pitcairn, and that
the little colony were in need of dress
goods, particularly for the women, as
nearly all of the latter were dressed in
men’s clothes secured from passing ves
sels. V supply of clothing was given,
and a:; abundance of fruit and provisions
was sent on board the ship in exchange,
— Times-Democrat.
In 1874 the Governor of Nebraska
named the first Arbor Day. j