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THE LINCOLNTON NEWS. - J. P. COLLEY & CO., VOL. I. Ahmed. With wrath -flashed cheeks, and eyelids red, Where anger’s fiercest sign was spread, And hands whose clenched nails left thei print In the brown palm’s deep, sun-warmed tint The chieftains sat in circle wide, And in the center, oh his side, Thrown like a dog, a thieving brnte, Ray Ahmed, frowning, bound and mute. “The man who takes an offered bribe Prom chieftain of an alien tribe Shall die.” So fan the Arab law, Read by a scribe; and Ahmed saw In every eye that scanned his faoe Burnt the hot fury of his race. His fate was told. All men muBt die 8ome time; what cared he how or why ? They loosed his tight-swathed arms and feet, Unwound the cashmere turban, sweet With spice and attar, stripped the vest Of gold and crimson from his breast, And laid his broad, brown bosom bare To cimeter and dessrt air. He stood as molded statues stand, With sightless eye and nerveless hand. As molded statues stand, but through The dark skin, at each breath he drew, The wild heart’s wilder beating showed. Then on the sand he kneeled, and bowed Hjs head to meet the steady stroke; The headsman threw aside his cloak, T1 © curved steel circled in the sun— Ahmed was dead, and justice done. —The Pilot MY MISHAP. A TRUE STORY OF THE RHINE. “And you mean to say you’ll swim down the Rhine to the picnic?” “Yes, Miss Carrie; every inch of the way. I’ll start from the baths, send my clothes on by a cart, and meet you when you arrive in the carriage.” “Well, if you do, Mr. Beecher, you shall sit next me at the lunch as a re¬ ward. What do you think of that? But be careful, and don’t run any risks; the current, you know, is very strong in some places.” “What’s this, Miss Carrie?” said I, joining in the conversation. “Is Beecher going to swim down to-mor¬ row ?” “Yes, he says so, but I don’t think he can manage it.” “ Well, if he can, I can, and to prove it I’ll swim with him.” The fact was I was very jealous of Beecher; and, being a good swimmer myself, I was determined not to be outdone. But, in order to explain the state of my feelings I must go back a little. I was staying as a guest with my uncle and aunt at C— on the Rhine. They had come for a month’s holiday and, having no children of their own, had asked me to accompany them, an invitation which I very readily ac¬ cepted, more especially as they had an¬ other guest in the person of Miss Car¬ rie Danvers, the daughter of one of their oldest friends. I had before met Miss Danvers at their house, and on that occasion she had made “ her mark on my heart;” and now, in the month we were to spend in each other’s so¬ ciety, I calculated on being able to re¬ turn the compliment; and I hoped, ere I again saw England, to have obtained her consent to become, at no very dis¬ tant period, Mrs. McGrath, an ar raagement which I felt sure would please my relations. For the first fortnight of our stay at C— everything went happily and smoothly, and I congratulated myself on the progress I was making. But, unfortunately for me, while we went walking in the Kursaal gardens one evening after dinner we came across the Beecher family, neighbors of my uncle in England, and who, finding him at C—, and who being charmed with the place, determined to make a stay there also. I liked all the family except the eldest son, Jack—in the Guards. Under other circumstances I doubtless should have liked him ; but just now he was in the way, very much in the way. He, too, was an ac¬ quaintance of Miss Carrie, and at times I felt inclined to believe something more than an acquaintance. As I have stated above, I was jealous of him— and that is the long and short of this little business. Since he bad arrived I had not Miss Carrie to myself as formerly ; Jack Beecher shared in our walks and conversations to an extent I did not approve of, but I am bound to admit his presence appeared to give the young lady considerable pleasure, and this made my pain all the more keen. Some days previous to the evening on which I have introduced myself and friends to the readers, a picnic had been settled on at M—, a charming spot on the Rhine, some lour miles be¬ low C—. The Beechers were all coming and some other English folk whose acquaintance we had made during our stay, together with two or three German officers stationed at C—. The excursion promised to be a very delightful one, and fine weather was all that was required to make the trip delightful. It had been arranged that we should drive down to A!—, starting at 11 o’clock, and we were now dis¬ cussing the final arrangements and settling who was to be responsible for I THE AUGUSTA, ELBERTON AND CHICA.G-0 hailroad. the salt, who for the spoons and who for various other little necessaries and comforts which are generally found to be missing when the picnic cloth is “ Yes,” continued I, turning to Jack Beecher. “I’ll swim down with you to-morrow.” “ Thanks,” replied he. “That will be very jolly. It would be rather solitary work by one’s self. We ought to start about half-past ten, certainly not later ; for, even with the stream in our favor, we shall not be able to go as fast as the carriages. Will that suit you?” “ Oh, yes; that will do very well in¬ deed.” “All right; then I will make ar¬ rangements to-night for a man to take our clothes on in a cart, a nd I shall expect to see you at the baths at 10:30 sharp.” “ Right you are, Beecher. I will be there.” The conversation after this turned upon general topics, and in a short time our party broke up and we re¬ tired for the night to our respective hotels. The next morning after breakfast I found Carrie in the drawing-room at the piano, and as she was alone I seized upon the opportunity of improv¬ ing the occasion. I got her to sing; then I sang (I rather fancied my own voice in those days), and finally we tried some duets together. She was very nice and kind and the minutes passed so rapidly that when she at length asked me whether it was not time for her to go and prepare for her drive I was astonished to find that it was just 10:30. I knew I should be late for my appointment with Beecher, and so ran as hard as I eould all the way, and arrived at the baths about ten minutes after time, and learnt that he had already started. I thought I could easily catch him up before he reached M—, so undressed quickly and plunged in at once. When I had proceeded a few yards I remembered about my clothes, and shouted back to the cus¬ todian of the baths, telling him to let the man have them with those of Mr. Beecher’s. He made some reply which I did not catch, and away I went, doing my best to overtake my rival. It w'as a glorious swim, and I thor¬ oughly enjoyed it. The current was so strong that but little exertion was required. All you had to do was to keep your head above water and the river did the rest. After going some tw r o miles I turned a corner, and could just make out Beecher a long way ahead of me. I put on a spurt; but I did not gain on him as I expected. lie was a better swimmer than I had given him credit for being, and arrived at the destination a good five minutes before me. When I did arrive I found him seated on the bank dressing. “Why, McGrath, is that you?” he shouted. “I thought you were not coming. I waited a few minutes for you and then set off alone.” “I was rather late; I didn’t quite know’ how time w'as going.” “ Oh, well, it doesn’t matter. You have arrived to the minute; for here are the carriages; so get out and dress at once.” I scrambled up the bank and dried myself. “ Where has the fellow put my clothes; I don’t see them?” “I’m sure I can’t say. Who did you send them by ?” “ By my man.” “No, I’m sure you didn’t; he started with mine before I commenced my swim. I saw him safely on the road for fear of any mistake.” “ Then mine haven’t come. Good gracious! what am I to do?” “My dear fellow, I’m awfully sorry; but I had no idea you would come when you didn’t show up at the right time or I would have made him wait for you.” “ Confound it!—this is a nuisance. I can’t appear as I am, or at best clad only in a couple of wet towels, can I?” “ No, that you can’t. And what is more you can’t stay where you are, for here are some of the ladies coining on the bank; get into the water quick.” There was nothing else for it, so in I went up to my neck. “Now, stay there quietly while I go and explain matters and see what can be done for you.” Aly temper was none of the best, and my thoughts were none of the most pleasant as I stood there soaking in the Rhine. He appeared to have been away an hour when he at length re¬ turned, accompanied by a German of¬ ficer. “ You can now come out,” he shout¬ ed; “I have explained matters, and Lieutenant Linden there is kind enough to say he will lend you his military overcoat—it is a good long one, so you will be all right. Out you come. • Out I did come most promptly, with profuse thanks to Lieutenant Linden LINCOLNTON, GA., FRIDAY, DECEMBER 1 1882 . for his most acceptable loan. He was a tall man, and the garment reached nearly to my heels. I know I cut a sorry figure, and though I received a considerable amount of sympathy from the party when I appeared among them, still it was mixed with smiles and partially concealed laughter, which was most galling to my feelings. It (i was out of the question that I should remain longer in this single garment than was absolutely necessary, so I de¬ termined to at once return to C— and claim my clothes. Fortunately the man who had brought those of Dan¬ vers had not returned and I wa 3 thus enabled to obtain a lift back, otherwise I should have had to walk, as the carriages had returned at once, before my misfortune became known. The party all came down to the road to see me start, and no w, as I look back on the incident, I can for¬ give the laughter they indulged in, for I certainly must have looked very curious—no hat, no boots or stockings, only a military coat on a blazing day in July. Just as I was starting Carrie said : “ Mind you are back again in time for the dinner ; you are entitled to a seat by me, remember.” “ You may be sure I shall not be a moment longer than I can help,” I replied, and away we drove. “Now my troubles are over,” I thought; but I had calculated wrongly, for no sooner had I entered the town gates than I was arrested by the sentry on duty for appearing in the public streets without the full complement of regimentals. In vain I urged in the best German I could command that I was not a soldier, and endeavored to explain how I came to be in the get-up at all, but he would not hear a word, and for two mortal hours I was locked up in the guard-house before I was taken to the superior officer. Here I again went through an explanation, and this time with more effect, as I was liberated after receiving a warning to be more careful in future, and make better arrangements about my clothes when next I swam down the Rhine. I didn’t waste much time in getting my belongings and dressing, and was soon driving back to M—. When I arrived there I found dinner had been over some time, and I hail to content myself with a solitary meal, as every one had wandered off in various directions. Just ’as I had finished, and was to some extent, Carrie and Beecher re¬ turned. They were very anxious to know the cause of my delay, and when I had concluded the account of my sufferings, Carrie said: “And now we have something to tell you,” and then followed a piece of information which, if .1 had received it before my meal, would have effectually driven away my appetite, and as it was it banished at once and forever my idea of making her Airs. AIcGrath. From that moment I date my dislike to Ger¬ many. To lose my clothes and be arrested was bad enough, but to lose my sweetheart was worse. I left for England the next day, and I have never seen the Rhine since, and I don’t care if I never see it again.— London Graphic. PEARLS OP THOUGHT. If every person would be half as good as he expects his neighbor to be what a heaven this world would he. Pack your cares in as small compass as you can, so that you can carry them yourself and not let them annoy oth ers. The triumph of a woman lies not in j the admiration of her lover, but in the : respect of her husband, and that only can be gained by a constant cultivation of those qualities which she knows he most values. it is much easier to reconcile an enemy than to conquer him. Victory deprives him of his power, but recon¬ ciliation of his will; and there is less t * an S er * u a which will not hurt than in power which cannot. Tlie power is not so apt as tlie will, as the will is studious to find out means. Mediocrity raised to a position be¬ yond its desert finds itself humiliated when placed beside those humbler in rank but equal to the duties of the office to which they were raised by merit alone. These waifs of favoritism dwindle by comparison and stoop to every suggestion of meanness and malice to sting their humbler but more deserving and more successful asso¬ ciates. In the lives of the saddest of us there arc bright days when we feel as if we could take the great world in our arms. Then come the gloomy days when the fire will neither burn on our hearths nor in our hearts, and all without and within is dismal; cold and dark. Every heart has its secret sorrows which tlie world knows not: and oftentimes we call a man cold when he is only sad. t Bravo and frontiersmen. In a letter from El Paso del Norte, Mexico, to the New York Tribune, oc¬ curs this interesting description of a border bravo: It was in a gambling den in the Texas El Paso. The low adobe rooms Were filled with tables around which were clustered Mexicans, wrapped in gayly-striped serapes, their black eyes glittering feverishly un^er their broad hats as they laid their bets on Spanish monte or "stud-horse poker.” The music of a harp, the song of a Mexican woman and the rattle of money were almost the only sounds. Suddenly a remarkable apparition ap¬ peared at a private door and took its seat behind the faro table. It was calculated to serve as an excellent frontispiece for a dime novel. The fel¬ low’s long tow-colored hair escaped from beneath his sombrero and fell in ring¬ lets over his shoulders. On his expan¬ sive shirt bosom were three nuggets of gold, each about the size of a walnut, and three gold coins. Up and down the lapels of his waistcoat were ranged gold eagles, pieces of turquoise and lumps of virgin gold, while the heavy watch chain was hung full of fifty-dollar gold pieces and gaudy seal rings. The gambler’s small white hands were halfchidden under fourteen immense rings’ which included dia monds, rubies, moss-agates, moon blood stones. He stroked his waxed mustache and goatee and. glanced keenly about the room to observe the effect of his jewelry, then with an os tentatiously nonchalant manner drew a revolver and laid it on the table side him. “What is it?” I asked as he began dealing the cards, “lie calls himself Colorado lie,” was the reply, “ and he has the heart of a chicken and the gold of a pawnbroker. In ’76 he was freighting flour into the Black Hills. Then he became a-gambler in Colorado, but the boys made him vamose. He went to San Francisco, but the bootblacks and hoodlums got after him and hooted and pelted him until they made him put up his hair and take off his jewelry. Now he’s working this country and trying to impose on‘tenderfeet,’ He's made some-money because he’s shrewd enough to make others work for him, and he hires bruisers to do his fight¬ ing. If I should pull his nose he’d crawl under the table, and if Bill Thompson or any bad man came in and gave a yell you’d see Colorado Charlie climbing through the tran so,n -” so to this creature simply because he repre sents a class of long-haired showy frauds who arc met with in frontier towns and who not infrequently are taken by “tenderfeet” to be frontiersmen. No mistake eould be more absurd. The man who has safely passed through the vicissitudes and trying experiences of frontier life has passed the severest test that can possi. lily be applied. He may be ignorant of minor points of etiquette, but he is at heart a true gentleman. He is cour¬ teous, with something of the dignified suavity of the South, and in manner he is very quiet, but his quiet cloaks a cool bravery and resolution that has been tried again and again. The im¬ pression that the old frontiersman is a loud-mouthed, reckless desperado is one that prevails in the East, and one than which nothing can be further from the truth. He lias his faults as we s virtues, but swagger and bluster are not among them. .4 Strange Career. The career of John Goldenberg, who lately died at Wiesbaden worth many millions of dollars, was a strange one. lie never spoke of his origin, but he was probably born in Galicia. Cir cumstances led him, while still a young man, to the Levant, and finding no foothold there he turned his steps to ward the East, and eventually found himself in Burmah, India. He had no sooner crossed the border than he stopped by a party of natives, who pro ceeded to ransack the pack which he carried over his shoulder. other articles they found a box of pomade, which, to his amaze ment, they began to eat with great apparent relish. This incident led him to reflect that among such a bar¬ barous people a clever European might make his fortune. He began his operations by trading in teak wood, and having at length secured the favor of the king by making the first coined money ever seen in Bur mah, he obtained a monopoly of the teak forests and advanced rapidly to great prosperity. In 1876 he returned to Europe by way of Pesth, where he married a young girl, from whom he was soon afterward separated. Last spring he made the acquaintance of Ina Aloller, an Austrian pianist, and last autumn he married her in Lon¬ don. He died suddenly in Wiesbaden while the J’ were makin K a wedding tour Germany. His wife is the sole heir of his vast property, CLIPPINGS FO THE CURIOUS. The obscure German town of Kling enbergon-Main lias become so rich from a large interest in quarries that not only are there no taxes, hut every burgher is presented with $25 at Christinas. In Japan, in honor of a deity having the head of a dog, the different streets of each town cent ribute to the mainte¬ nance of a certain number of dogs ; they have their lodgings, and persons are especially appointed to take care of them when sick. Adam Kirpen Las a beard twelve feet long and proportionately heavy, and by means of it he has not only lived twenty-two years without work, but has accumulated considerable prop¬ erty in Chicago. He travels through the West selling Iris photographs. An industry, the magnitude of which would certainly not be suspected, is the manufacture of paper patterns for dresses and w-earing apparel. In New York alone there are reported to be no less than ten. such establishments, which consume m any tons of paper and dispose of many thousand dollars’ worth of .such goods all over the coun try. An early account of New York, pub fished in 1708, speaks of Dutch-built mills for sawing timber, one of which would do more work in an hour than fifty metl in two days. Sawmills were erected on Man.Iia.ttan island as early as 1633. A sawmill, down to the close of the last century, was quite a simple affair, and a mill that then cost £100 was considered better than the average. The tremendous power of sea waves was exhibited at tVick, on the extreme northern coast of Scotland, where a breakwater was being built. The outer end was built of three courses of 100-ton stones, laid on a rubble founda tion; and above them three courses of large flat stones and on these a mass of concrete built on the spot of cement rubble. ~ Though thought to be and as immovable as the natural rock, it yielded to the force of the waves and crumbled to pieces, The mother-turtles lay three times a year, depositing- sometimes as many as 100 eggs at a laying, and carefully covering them up -with sand, so that it requires an experienced searcher to detect them. The Indians of the Orinoco and Amazon obtain from these eggs a kind of clear, sweet oil which they use instead of butter. About 5;000 eggs are required to fill one of their jars with oil, yet so abundantly are they deposited that about 5,000 j ars are p U t U p yearly akthe mouth of oae 0 f the rivers. The harvest is esti mated by the acre, p appears that in the twelve years tjj a t have elapsed since the opening of ^ ^ uez cana j tlie interchange of ani mal Me between, the Mediterranean ea and the i ntl ian ocean has not reac b e d the diraexxsions at first antici pated. "What migration there is is chiefly from the Nl editerranean to the Bed sea. The real pearl oysters are traveling througTi the canal in large numbers, but so slowly that it will be one or two decades before they will be established in tlie ^Mediterranean. To Think a net Not to Think. Improve your time, my boy. Put in every minute in honest hard work, or tranquil meditation, or healthful recreation. That is all I :tsk you to do. Oh, “you Lelieve you'll select meditation as a profession,” then, do you? It strikes you that it is easy work to sit and tirink, eh? Now, my boy, if you want something easy, you had much better stand and chop wood, It isn’t easy to tlx ink. Ye don’t think half so much as w e want to make people believe we do. Ia fact, we don’t think nearly so much its we think we do. Busy thought an<_1 aimless idleness are often very similitxr in external appear ance , Edison sitting before his fire i ess forge, with Iris hands folded list i eS sly in his lap. looking at nothing, ma y be apparently as idle, even idler, qhun the man perolied on the end of a cottonwood log, watching his cork bob lazily in the yellow water of a sluggish creek. But tlie results are in one instance the telephone and the electric light, and in the ot her, the ague and a soft-mouthed sue Veer and a cat-fish four inches long. The one dreams out mar¬ velous inventions that thrill the world with wonder and. multiply commercial activity, and gives them to the eager, waiting world ; or at least lie sells them to Jay Gould and Jay Gould sells them to the world, and the other cofitracts a malarial fever and gives it to his family. It is not easy to think we waste more time than we use, and the hours slip away so noiselessly and easily we don’t know where they have gone.-• Burlington Hawkeye. Never be above your calling, or be afraid to appear dressed in accordance with the business you are performing. THE FAMILY DOCTOR. For Whooping Cough. —Dried red clover blossoms, one and one-half ounces;'boiling water, one pint. Steep for three hours. Dose—one wine glassful, sweetened with honey or sugar, occasionally during the day. Proposed by Dr. Howard Sargent and found curative in ten days .or les3.— Dr. Foote’s Health Monthly. Cp.oup.—W e find this simple rem edy going the rounds of our exchanges: Take a knife or grater and shave off in small particles about a teaspoonful of alum ; then mix it with twice its amour t of sugar, to make it palatable, and administer it as quickly as possi¬ ble. Almost instantaneous relief will follow. Use of Lemons.— For all people, in sickness or in health, lemonade is a safe drink. It corrects biliousness; it is a specific against worms and skin com¬ plaints. The pipps, crushed, may also be mixed with water and sugar, and used as a drink. Lemon juice is the best anti-scrobutic remedy known ; it not only cures the disease, but prevents it. Sailors make a daily use of it for this purpose. A physician suggests rubbing of the gums daily with lemon juice to keep them in health. The hands and nails are also kept clew, white, soft and supple by daily use of lemon instead of soap. It also pre¬ vents chilblains. Lemon used in inter¬ mittent fever is mixed with strong, hot black tea or coffee, without sugar. Neuralgia may be cured by rubbing the part affected with lemon. It is valuable, also to cure warts and to destroy dandruff on the head, by rubbing the roots of the hair' with it In fact, its uses are manifold, and the more we apply it externally, the better and more healthy we shall find our¬ selves. Halting Thread. The process generally occupies a couple of months, but can be done in much shorter time when it is wished. When the cotton is picked it is first ginned on a roller gin,and is then packed in what is termed a sack, which holds from 200 to 400 pounds. It is next card¬ ed, and carried to Abatis called the rail¬ way head, through which it is run, and then it is ready for the “comber.” From this it receives its combing, much the same as a lady does her hair. From the “comber” it is taken through the first and second stages of drawing, produc¬ what is called the “shubber” machine, where it is first twisted and wound on the bobbin. It is then run through the first and second intermediate ma¬ chines, and then to the fine wing frame, whence it goes to the ring spin¬ ning frame. After this process the product is termed yam. The next pro¬ cess is to carry it to the “cop doubler,” which delivers two strands on the bobbin, making two-cord thread, then to three-ply double, producing three-cord thread, after which two strands of the three-cord are twisted together, forming the fine six-cord thread, which is the standard article. A skein is then formed of thread, which is bleached or colored as the case may be. It is next taken to the spooling room, .and wound on large spools, and next to the winder and put on small spools of 200 yards each, and after these spools have passed through the ticketing machine they are ready for sale. The whole process of making thread is a most ingenious one, and now brought as near perfection as machinery can possibly be. The manufacturers of this country employ 2,400 people con¬ stantly, and good wages are paid to those skilled in the use of the ma¬ chinery. There has probably never been an industry in which such rapid strides have been made as in the manufacture of thread .—Louisville Courier-Journal. A Drummer's Ruse. A little ingenuity will help a person along almost anywhere: A drummer one day got through his business in a town in Vermont early in the morning, and a train would not leave for the next place till evening. He learned, however, that a local freight train would be along in about an hour, but would not stop, as there was no freight for it. Our enter¬ prising drummer borrowed a soap-box at tlie hotel, and carefully wrapping up a few paving-stones placed them in the box and directed it to the hotel in the next town. When the freight train came along the drummer helped his “ mineral specimens” aboard, skipped in himself and cheerfuUy paid the twenty-five cents for conveyancy of five hundred pounds. That young man’s readiness of re¬ source might make him a military commander—or a “boss politician.” But we would be a little suspicious of a man so smart as that,— Youth’s Companion. PUBLISHERS. NO. 7. Rest. Oat from the great world’s crash and din; Ont from the pain, and wrong, and sin; Out from ambition’s cruel strife; Oat from the bitter race of life;. - Oat from its honors and affairs; Oat from its horrors and its cares, Again, a child, he lay at rest, In holy peace on his mother’s breast. Her gentle hand toyed in his hair; Her sweet, dear voice dispelled his care; Her loving eyes shed light divine; Her very presence made a shrine; His throbbing arteries ceased to teem; The madding world a sad, past dream; Again, a child, he lay at rest, In holy peace on his mother’s breast. PUNGEN T PARAGRAPHS. November 30—Autumn leaves. It’s easy finding reasons why other people should be patient. A statistician lias estimated that courtships average three tons of coal each. In trade what article is usually con¬ sidered as occupying the foremost rank ? Strong butter. This season’s vests will patches for next year’s trogsers. Sweet are the uses of diversity. And now has come the wintry breeze _ And stopped as sore as fate, This swapping taffy neath the trees, And chinning o’er the gate. This is a hurry-cane in earnest bought the boy as the old mas rained :he blows upon his lightning rapidity. ’j n-rrin s*Sd\ “This deeoratire art business Is being run into the observed a practical former drove down a hand-painted croqget stake for a tethesfog post. A fashion exchange re will be no change in a winter season.” This wfii am gaunt wolf howling to-the door i poor washerwoman. > Tommy don’t like fat meat, ne day the steak was very fat “Xom my,” asked the professor, “will you have some beefsteak?” “Yes, sir; but I don’t want any that has nAi-v all around it.” .... ...... nouncement: j “AH languages here.” A tourist entering host with English, Spanish 1 , Rus sian, etc. Seeing that the good fellow understands never a word, he inquires who it is in the hotel who speaks every tongue. Then mine host with dignity responds: “The travelers, sir.” q A Curious Mode of hiving. The inventor Silver, of Lewiston, Me., says a local paper, has been ex¬ perimenting upon himself the past two or three years. For several months he has eaten bat one meal a day, and that about 10 o’clock in the evening, immediately before retiring. He works ten hours a day at his machinist’s post without eating or drinking anything. Instead of pining away and dying, Mr. Silver has gained thirty-five pounds in flesh. He is not hungry until bedtime. He drinks nothing, neither water milk, tea nor coffee. All the fluids his stomach receives are from fruits and vegetables, which make up the major part of his living. He eats no meat, as he believes animal food is ani malizing. He lives mainly on oatmeal and graham without salt. He eats apples, grapes and all fruits liberally. His friends say he is extraordinarily good-natured, much stronger and healthier. in Incubator for Infants. M. Tarnier, the surgeon of the Ma¬ ternity hospital, in Paris, struck by the great mortality among infants pre¬ maturely bom and those who are very sickly after birth, has conceived the ingenious idea, says the London Lan¬ cet, of constructing a box which is al¬ most exactly similar to the incubators used for poultry. This box is divided into two compartments—the lower one being used as a reservoir for hot w r ater, while the infant is placed in the upper one, which is well stuffed at the sides and fitted with a sliding glass cover. The temperature is maintained at eighty-six degrees Fahrenheit, and Air. Tarnier has found that by keeping in¬ fants in the incubator for a period varying from two days to six weeks their vitality is enormously improved. A blast of 5,700 pounds of powder was recently fired at Steaven’s camp, on the Oregon and California railroad. The effect was tremendous. It tore down the side of a mountain, dammed up a creek for a mile, and blocked a wagon road for a distance of half a mile. When people traveled by diligenc in France one traveler in every 335, 000 was IriUed and one in every 30,000 wounded. Now. with rail¬ ways, one is killed per 5,178,490 and one wounded per 580,450. Stage coach traveling was therefore twenty times as dangerous as the cars,