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THE * INCOLNTON NEWS
VOL. III.
A Turn of Tide.
“A torn of tide!” she laughed, but I
Disconsolate at such reply,
Pleaded the happy days of yore,
When love was young. “No hearts were
sore,
I said, “in that sweet time gone by!”
I looked. A tear stood in ©aoh eye;
More sad she seemed, but with a sigh
Soft drawn, she faintly said once more,
“A turn of tide!”
Yea, truth, sweet heart! but why, but why
Should love’s tide ebb and ebb for aye?
For see! age in upon the shore,
Whence waters rolled with sullen roar,
They flow, and murmur soothingly,
“A turn of tide!”
Springfield. Republican.
The Lighthouse Keeper.
Saul Rundlett and his little daugh¬
ter Phoebe kept the Plum Pudding
Lighthouse. Saul had been a sailor
for half his life, but two or three nar¬
row escapes from shipwreck had con¬
vinced him that it was desirable to
have something solid under one’s feet,
and he had with considerable difficulty
—for there had been suspicion that
Saul was not quite steady enough for
a lighthouse keeper—obtained the po¬
sition on Plum Pudding Rock. Pheebe
was born there, and her mother dying
when she was very little, had grown
up there almost as wild and free as the
sea gulls that built their nests in the
crevices of the rocks. She would have
grown up utterly uncultivated if it
had not been for Aunt Huldah, who
resided on Mouse Island.
There was a school on Mouse Island
for half the year, and Phoebe went to
it sometimes; she couldn’t go regular¬
ly, because—well, although it is very
sad it must be told—because it was
not always safe to leave her father in
charge of the lighthouse. He had
been “steady” ever since he assumed the
position of lighthouse keeper, fifteen
years before, until the last year. Even
after that long period of successful re¬
sistance his old enemy, the love of
drink, had fallen upon and conquered
him. And nobody knew it but Phoebe.
Capt. Saul, as everybody called him,
had always been in the habit of going
to Jim Bowling’s shop at Pondunquit
Harbor, which was a sailor’s resort, to
smoke his pipe and spin yarns with
his old cronies, but he never drank
anything there. And it was just
within the last year that he had
brought anything homo from the har¬
bor to drink. Now he did it often;
indeed, it was seldom he came home
without it, and all by himself,lie would
have a drinking bout, growing merry
at first and singing his old sea songs
and cracking jokes, and little Pheebe,
who did not know the cause, thought
him delightful, and wished he would
always seem as happy; but soon
began to drink more heavily,and would
pass from the merry stage into the
cross one, and then become stupid,
sleepy and helpless. And besides her
grief and humiliation, she was eon
stantly anxious lest her father should
lose his situation. They had no money,
and where in the world could they
find another home if they had to leave
the Plum Pudding!
This was the sorrow and care that
had changed Phoebe’s face from a
round and rosy and dimpled little one
so that it was new pinched and wan,
and had a careworn look that was sad
to see. There were several men who
wanted Capt. Saul’s position at the
lighthouse, and would be glad to re¬
port anything that they could discover
to injure him. Every day Pheebe ex
pected the blow would fall, and they
would be obliged to leave their home.
There was to be a great merry-mak¬
ing on Mouse Island. Phccbe’s oldest
cousin, Marie Cordilly, was to marry
Jed Collins, who was soon to sail as
mate of the Flying Scud, the finest
ship that ever hailed from Pondun¬
quit But when Phoebe said she didn’t
think she could come; she would
rather stay at home and let her father
go, there was a terrible outcry.
Aunt Huldah said Phoebe should
come or she’d know the reason, and
that was just what Pheebe did not
want—that Aunt Huldah should“kno w
the reason.” So she said if she possi¬
bly eould she would come. Slio tried
to persuade her father not to go to
Pondunquit Harbor two or three days
before the wedding, but on that very
day he had an errand that could not
be delayed, he said. He came back
only just iu time for Phoebe to get off
to be at Aunt Huldah’s as early as she
had promised. He seemed to be very
kind and affectionate, and told her
not to worry; he would take care of
the light, and kissed her, which had
become quite unusual, and said it was
“a great pity if the mate couldn’t go on
a lark when the captain stayed behind
to take care of the ship.” He always
called the lighthouse a ship, and Phoebe
had been the mate ever since she was
five years old.
Aunt Huldah Maria rejoiced, even
in the midst of her labors as hostess,
THE AUGUSTA, ELBERTON AND CHICAGO RAILROAD.
Phoabe’a bright face. Perhaps the
bad only been a little overworked
ailing, and there was not so much
at the Plum Pudding as she
fancied. But even while the fid¬
was playing his most entrancing
and the wedding cake was be¬
passed in most generous slices,
heard a whisper that made her
stand still. David Judkin, the
of the man who wanted her fath¬
place, was talking to another
man.
“It isn’t such a very thick fog, and I
saw a fog so thick you couldn't
some sign of the Plum Pudding
from Mouse Island; and if it
be seen to-night it isn’t on ac¬
of the fog, but because the light
there.”
"And the Advance is up in the har¬
said the other. “Capt. Saul is at
end of his light-keeping if you are
right.”
“We might skirmish round a little
see,” said David Judkins. “It
would be a pity for the officers not to
find it out.”
The t\yo young men went out.
Phoebe knew well where they were
going. The Advance was the govern¬
ment steamer whose office was to sup¬
ply the lighthouses and see that they
were kept in proper condition,
David Judkins was going to give
Warning that there was no light on
Plum Pudding. Phoebe went out un¬
observed. The fog had come so sud¬
denly it was like magic. A dense gray
mist seemed to have swallowed up the
world. Only very brilliant rays of
light could penetrato that fog, but the
Plum Pudding light was the finest on
the coast. Phoebe’s practised eyes
searched anxiously in the direction of
the Plum Pudding, but she looked in
vain; there was thick darkness every¬
where. The lamp on the Plum Pud¬
ding was not lighted. Phoebe listened,
and heard the steady plash of retreat¬
ing oars. David Judkins and his
iriend were rowing vigorously to Fon
dunquit Harbor.
She ran down to the shore to the
place where the rowboat was fastened.
She got in and rowed swiftly out into
the thick darkness. She had not her
compass, which she usually carried in
her pocket, and if she had it was too
dark to see it without a light. Could
she find her way to the island ? Phoebe
rowed swiftly in the direction of the
light. Presently she felt that she had
gone far enough; but where was the
island ? Why did she not get there ?
The bow of her boat seemed to be
pointed toward the open sea. Had
she been rowing toward the open sea
instead of toward the Plum Pudding?
And then suddenly it seemed to her
that she was going back toward Mouse
Island.
Stout-hearted as she was, Phoebe
felt her courage failing. She let the
oars slip from her hands into the bot¬
tom of the boat and uttered a faint
cry of distress. -It was so faint that
only the sea gulls could have heard it,
but an answer came; the sharp, shrill
sound of a horn. It could be nothing
but the great horn of the lighthouse,
although it seemed to come from the
direction of Pondunquit Harbor. It
was the lighthouse horn, Phcebe
rowed with might and main, and very
soon a dark shape loomed before her
and her boat grazed the rocks of the
Plum Pudding. It was at the very
steepest part of the rocks, but Pheebe
could not delay to row to the landing.
Up she scrambled, never heeding that
her clothes were torn and her hands
scratched and bleeding.
It was difficult to find her way to the
lighthouse in the darkness, and now
there came no sound to guide her.
Never before in Phoebe’s lifetime had
night found that lighthouse with dark¬
ened windows. And what had that
horn meant ? A terrible fear lest some¬
thing worse than she had thought of
had happened to her father made
Phoebe’s steps falter on the threshold.
She pushed the door open, but only to
find the living room empty. Phoebe
seized a lamp and ran up the light¬
house stairs. At the top she almost
stumbled over her father lying in a
heap, the great horn fallen from his
hands, his red face and heavy breath¬
ing showing his sad condition.
Phoebe sprang to the lamp; the great
dazzling light flashed out. There were
a few moments of silence, and then
there came a shout from the water be¬
low. Phoebe seized the great horn and
blew a blast in reply.
“Light ahoyl” shouted a voice.
Pheebe shook her father with all her
strength. He opened his eyes and
tried with her help to stand on his feet.
“Put your head out of the window
and shout to them. Oh, try your best
to do it, father,” begged Phoebe.
He did try, but it was only a stam¬
mering whisper that came.
Pheebe lowered her voice to the
gruffest bass notes of which it was ca¬
ble and called out,—
“Ahov!”
LINCOLNTON, GA., FBIDAY, MAY 29, 1885.
“All right,” shouted the voices be¬
low. “We thought there was no light
The fog is so thick that we could not
see it ten rods away. Never saw su h
a fog even in this place. Advance
will be here to-morrow with supplies.”
“Ay, ay, sir," shouted Phoebe, still
in her gruffest tones.
Then, to her great relief, she heard
the sound of retreating oars.
Then she helped her father down
stairs to his bed. She did not go to
bed herself, because she knew her aunt
would discover her absence and send
some one in search of her, and it was
not long before her cousin Augustus
Algernon appeared.
“Tell Aunt Huldah Maria that I
wanted to come home,” was all that
Pheebe would say.
“I don’t see how you found your
way,” said Augustus Algernon. “The
fog is so thick that I could not see a
glimpse of the light till I got half way
over. Folks over on the island thought
it wasn’t lighted; but they may be
sure you never would have got here
without a compass if it hadn’t been.”
The next morning Capt. Saul came
to Pheebe and laid his hand on her
head.
“I tried to light the lamp, Pheebe; I
didn’t think I’d got so far that I
couldn’t, and I blew the horn twice;
that was all I could do,” he said.
“I might never have got here but
for that, father,” said Pheebe, taking
his other hand in hers. She did not
reproach him; she never thought of
doing that.
“It was the mate that saved the
ship last night,” continued Capt. Saul,
in a voice that trembled, “but with
God’s help the captain will never be
off duty again. He’ll never dowse his
beak and let that black pirate aboard
again!” pointing to a bottle which the
child had seen many times before—“if
not for his own sake, for the sake of
his little gal—he swears that before
the Lord.”
If you could see how plump and
rosy Phoebe has grown you would
know that Capt. Saul had kept his
word. Aunt Hul lah had her suspi¬
cions about the doings of that night,
but she never expressed them. And
there afe no signs that old Judkins
will ever keep the lighthouse. The
fog that was “so thick you couldn’t see
the Plum Pudding light ten rods
away” is still famous.
Amsterdam.
Now we have entered Amsterdam,
to which we have looked forward as
the climax of our tour, having read of
it and pondered it as “the Venice of
the North;” but our expectations were
raised much too high. Anything more
unlike Venice it would be difficult to
imagine; and there is a terrible want
of variety and color; many of the small¬
er towns of Holland are far more in¬
teresting and infinitely more pictur¬
esque. A castle was built at Amsterdam
in 1204,but the town only became impor¬
tant in the sixteenth century. It is situ¬
ated upon the influx of the Amstel to the
Y, as the arm of the Zuyder Zee which
forms the harbor is called, and it oc¬
cupies a huge semi-circle, its walls be¬
ing inclosed by the broad moat, six and
a half miles long, which is known as
Buitensingel. The greater part of the
houses are built on piles, causing Eras¬
mus to say that the inhabitants lived
on trees like roots. In the center of the
town is the great square called Dam,
one side of which is occupied by the
handsome Royal Palace -Ilet Palais
built by J. Van IvampeD in 1648. The
Nieuwe Kerk (1408—1470) contains a
number of monuments to admirals, in¬
cluding those of Van Ruiter—“immehsi
tremor oceani”—who commanded at
the battle of Solbay, and Van Speyk,
who blew himself up with his ship
rather than yield to the Belgians. Iu
the Oude Kerke of 1300 there are more
tombs of admirals. Hard by, in the
Nieuwe Markt, is the picturesque clus¬
ter of fifteenth century towers called
St. Anthonienswaag, once a city gate
and now a weighing house. But the
great attraction of Amsterdam is the
picture gallery of the Trippenhuis,
called the Rijk3 Museum, and it de¬
serves many visits. —Good Words.
Cunning Captain Palmer.
Captain Nathaniel Palmer of Ston
ington the original discoverer of Pal¬
mer’s Land, furthest south of all
known land, tells the following story
of the way he saved the discovery.
He was getting ready to leave it when
a Russian frigate hove in sight. Capt
Palmer was ambitious to claim the
land for the United States. How to
contend with the ship of the Czar he did
not know at first. He waited till the
frigate ran to the leeward of him and
hove to, and then he put up his sheet
and squared away for her running un¬
der her stern and calling out as he shot
past: “Ahoy, there! ship ahoyl do you
want a pilot in ?” The ruse succeeded,
for the Russian at once filled away,
and left the dominion free to the stars
and stripes ,—Hartford Courant.
STUTTERER’S STORIES.
Witticisms of a Prominent
New York Millionaire.
that Have Made William E. Trav¬
ers Famous in the Metropolis.
The New York Time* says that per¬
haps the most popular man in the city
among Wall-street bankers and bro¬
kers, up-town dab men, patrons and
followers of the turf, and members of
the New York Athletic Club and the
Kacquet Club is William R. Travers.
Although a thorough and well-inform¬
ed man of business, an able financier,
and a capitalist, he is known best
through his geniality, his kindly feel¬
ing toward young men, and his witty
and humorous remarks. Tall and
erect, he carries his 70 years as briskly
as a man of 40. In public places Mr.
Travers is inclined to be reserved, and
glimpses of his humor have depended
on his intimate acquaintances for cir¬
culation. His wit never screens mal¬
ice, but it frequently stings, being at
times near the truth. But above and
through all is an obstruction of speech
that in most cases has added to the
humor of his sayings, and so many of
them have passed current in late years
that it seems appropriate to gather to¬
gether the best of those that have ap¬
peared in print at various times:
A former acquaintance in Baltimore
met him in Broadway, and, turning
aside, began to chat with him.
“You stammer more since you have
lived in New York,” the friend re¬
marked in the course of the talk,“than
you did in Baltimore.”
“B*b~bigger place,” Travers replied.
At the call of the list in the Stock
Exchange a dispute arose over a bid
for a stock. Mr. H. G. Stebbins is
credited with being the gentleman in
opposition to Mr. Travers. Stebbins
asserted that he named the price.
“It may be that Mr. St-Stebbin3 g-got
through b-before I did, b-but I’ll b-be
hanged if I didn't b-begin b-before
h-he did,” Travers replied.
The stock was awarded to him.
A story told about him in Brooklyn
relates to a visit there to attend the
wedding of the daughter of a friend
who lived in Montague street. It was
bis first visit in the neighborhood, and
after he had ascended the stairs half
way up the hill from the ferry he went
astray in Montague-terrace, and was
a t length compelled to ask for direc¬
tions.
“I desire to reach M-Montague
street,” he said to a passer by. “Will
you b-be k-kind enough to p-point the
way?”
“You are g-going the wr-wrong
w-way,” was the stuttering reply.
“That is M-Montague street.”
“Are you m-making fun of me,
m-mimicking m-me?” Travers asked,
sternly.
“No-no. I assure you, Sir,” the other
replied, with all due haste to repair an
apparent lack of good manners. “I-1
am b-badly af-flict-llicted with an ob
str.uc-struction of speech.”
"Whyd-don’t you g-get c-cured?”
Travers asked, with mischief in big
eyes. “G-go to Dr. - and you’ll
g-get c-cured. D-don’t you see how
well I talk? He c-cured m-me.”
Two raps for Henry Clews, the
banker, are recorded. It has been a
frequent boast of Mr. Clews that he is
a self-made man. Travers heard him
on one occasion, and immediately
dropped into a sort of reverie with his
eyes fixed on Mr. Clews’s bald pate.
“Well, what’s the matter, Travers?”
Clews asked, somewhat impatiently.
“H-Henry,” Travers inquired
“didn’t you s-s-say you were a self
”
made m’man?”
“Certainly; I made myself,” Clews
replied warmly.
“Then, when you were ab-b-bout it,
why d-didn’t you p-put m-more
h-h-hair on the t-top of your h-head?”
The famous Vanderbilt ball exer
cised many gentlemen on the question
of characters and costumes. Mr. Clews
was in a quandary, and he applied to
Travers for a suggestion. It appeared
that Travers had taken advantage of
his friendly relations with Wallack,
Mapleson, and Abbey by sending in¬
quiring friends to them for permission
to select from their theatrical ward
robes. The story goes that the mana¬
gers had mildly hinted to Travers that
patience with the “fashionables” had
ceased to be a virtue, and Travers was
not inclined to favor any more.
“Clews,” he said, after some reflec¬
tion, “why d-don’t you sh-sh-sugar coat
your h-head and g-go as a pill ?”
Besides knowing how to rap others
Travers knows when he receives a rap.
Going up town with several brokers,
Travers spied a man selling parrots in
front of St. Paul's Church.
“H-hold on, boys,” he said mysteri¬
ously, “we’ll have some f-fun.”
Hailing the parrot seller and indica
^ng one of the birds, Travers asked:
*^‘ can that p-parrot t-talk ?”
“Talk?” the man replied, with a
contemptuous sneer. “If he can’t
talk better than you can I’ll wring his
blamed neck.”
“C-come on, b-boys,” Travers called
out; “this f-fun is p-poet-p-poned until
another d-day.”
A young friend, who had taken his
advice in regard to a fortunate specu¬
lation and withdrawn his money from
Wall street, bought a house. Subse¬
quently Travers met him and asked
how the house suited. “The house is
all right, Mr. Travers,” the friend re¬
plied; “but I am very much troubled
with rats.” “G-get a c-cat,” Travers
suggested. “I’ve had a dozen, but the
rats actually drive them out of the
house.” “G-get a d-dog,” was Trav¬
ers’s second suggestion. “1 know
where you c-can g-get a g-good d-dog.”
He recommended his friend Harry
Jennings, the dog fancier, and agreed
to go and help in selecting a dog. One
was thought worthy, and Jennings
having put a dozen or more rats in the
pits, it was thrown in to show how
quickly it could kill them. The dog
killed all except one—a gray-bearded
old rat almost as big as the dog—
which seized the dog by the lower lip
and held on. The dog yelped with
pain and tried to shake off the rat, but
without effect Travers, who was
thoroughly excited and running
around the pit, shouted: “B-buy the
rat! B-buy the rat!”
Bee Culture a Xational Industry.
Among the recent industries of rapid
growth in this country, bee-culture
stands prominent. Of course, as a
homely art, bee-keeping is no modern
industry, being as old as history; but
in its scientific development it is of re¬
cent growth. In these times, when
science is properly taking its place at
the helm in all its departments of hu¬
man industry, and activity, it is not
strange that it is promptly assuming
the guidance of bee-culture. This is a
utilitarian as well as scientific age;
and this is why bee-culture is being so
rapidly developed, for its extraordina¬
ry growth is only in the ratio of its
utility. Though known to commerce
for twenty-live hundred years, hitherto
it has been followed and known, in
this country at least, principally as a
local industry. But bee-culture from
the soundest economic considerations
ought undoubtedly to become a great
national industry fostered and protec
ted by the state. Apiculture is natu
rally a part of, and closely allied with
agriculture, inasmuch as the nectar
gathered by the one is immediately
derived from the same fields and forests
that yield the abundant ingatherings
of the other. Indeed, the bulk of the
honey-crop of this country (which is
in round numbers, about 100,000,000
pounds annually) comes from the
bee-keeping which is in connection,
more or less, with farming .-Popular
Science Monthly.
Porcelain Manufacture.
For the last half century—indeed,
from an earlier period—the French
factory at Sevres has been losing
ground in public estimation. A period
of great political changes is not pros¬
perous to such institutions. Latterly
it has done but little more than repro¬
duce its old models. It is said that
is likely now to push forward in
direction both of novelty and of
lence. It was a happy chance
which it owed its original fame and
prosperity. What is called “soft por¬
celain” had been produced at
nes about 17-iO, and fifteen years later
the factory was removed to Sevres un¬
der tho patronage of Mme. de
dour - ' vas bere tbat in fl
accidentally, the superintendent of
works, Maguer,discovered what is
known as kaolin and pibtunse,
these discoveries led to the production
of that “ hard porcelain” which is one
var ‘ e ty °* the china of commerce.
is announced that quite recently
P resen t superintendent, M. Lauth,
come upon a new procelain very supe¬
rior to the old Sevres. Unlike Ma
goer’s discovery, this is not the result
of a happy chance. For ten years
Lauth has been testing,
and combining, and he claims for
new produce all the qualities of sur
face and capacities of taking glaze
color enjoyed by the clay to which
Chinese have given their name
Mali Gazette.
A Thoughtless Mechanic.
__
A mechanic who was driving a
made a mis-hit and brought the
mer down upon his finger. In
pain and excitement he cried out:
“I’d like to wring the neck of
man who invented this
tool!”
An old sage who was passing
way after some fish bait stopped
replied:
“Use the tool to pound nails
stead of fingers and you will
with the utmost success.”
Moral:—W here the law is rightly
applied it seldom fails to give satis
faction. - • r ree Press,
8CIEXTIPIC 8CBAP8.
If a chicken bone be left in dilute
muriatic acid several days, it may be
tied into a knot, since the acid has dis~
solved the lime,leaving nothing but car
tilage and connecting tissue.
The parasitic character of diphtheria
has been established by two investi¬
gators—Klebs and Loffler-who have
independently found organisms which
have been proven by experiments on
guinea-pigs and birds to be the
specific germs of the disease.
An interesting exhibition of whale
skeletons and products has been held
in Hamburg. The most imposing ex
hibit was the skeleton of the blue
whale, the greatest animal on earth.
It measured 75 feet in length, and was
mounted in its natural position.
M. Dubtfe, of Paris, finds that
chlsKform acts with extraordinary
rapidity oa criminals after the Intro
duction of tlcohol into the system, and
terminates in death with startling
abruptness. This discovery may form
a clew to the fatality of chloroform
in some cases.
From observed fact3 a writer con
eludes that in Indiana turtles always
hibernate, the soft-shelled species bur
rowing deepest. Frogs and toads
usually hibernate, but newts do not,
and the more hardy fish retire to the
deeper parts of the water, while more
delicate species hibernate.
A crocus of a remarkable rapidity
of growth has been described to the
botanists of the Royal Horticultural
Society of London. When carefully
watched, its flower stalks can almost
be seen to grow, as they have been
known to increase in length from four
to six Inches in a single night.
All ruminant hoofed beasts have
horns and cloven feet. If the hciofs
are even the horns are even; if odd, as
in the rhinocerous’ the horns are odd,
that is, single or two placed one behind
the other. Recent creatures with
feathers always have beaks. Pigeons
with short beaks have small feet, and
those "-ith long beaks have large feet
the long limbs of the hound are as
seriated with a long head.
A-new” method of dressing wounds
by which their healing is said to be
hastened and the pain made to dis
appear at once has been brought into
public notice by a French surgeon,
though it has for ages been practiced
by skilful old women, who used to
dampen the soft linen cloths for cover
ing the dressings of superficial wounds
with a weak infusion of valerian root.
The French surgeon applies the com
presses wet with a decoction of 30
parts of the same root in 1,000 parts of
water. He states expressly that this
treatment is of no avail in the case of
deep wounds.
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Horse Physiognomy.
Xhe DOted horseman, Colonel M. C.
Weld, tells us that a horse’s head indi
cates , his . . character , , much ,
verv as a
, does, , ... . shown , . the
man s v ice is in eye
and . mouth; intelligence in ... the eye and ,
the breadth between the ears and be
tween the eyes; spirit in the eye and
in the pose, in the mobile nostril and
active ear. The size of the eye, the
thinness of the skin, making the face
bony, the large, open, thin-edged nos¬
tril, the fine ear and the thin, fine
mane and foretop are indications oi
high breeding, and accompanying a
high-strung, nervous organization,
which with good limbs and muscular
power, insures a considerable degree
of speed in the animal. The stupidly
lazy horse, that drivers call a “lunk
’ ’
row forehead and a contracted poll, r
TT He . not represented this
is in group r
'
, but . not unfrequently, . , . alwavs ,
occurs is
'
a blunderer, ,, . forgets , ® himself, and
stumbles , ., on smooth ground, , gets him
“
self ..... and his owner into . . difficulties, ...
calks himself, is sometimes positively
lazy, but often a hard goer. lie needs
constant care and watchfulness on the
driver's part. A buyer of equine flesh
should be able to detect the good and
bad qualities of the animal he contem¬
plates purchasing, This valuablt
knowledge is only acquired by a care¬
ful study of the various parts of tht
horse physiognomy .—Pittsburg Sports¬
man.
An Effective Precaution.
The interment alive of Miss Cox, o)
Okonoko, W. Va., recalls to mind tht
curious custom practised by an old
Virginia family, the Feudals, of Alex¬
andria. Wnenever a member of tht
family dies the male representative oi
the older branch thereof, just before
the hour for interment,buries a daggei
in the heart of the dead to assure him¬
self of no re-awukeuing. The daggei
used is one sacred to the purpose, and
has been devoted to its use for many
generations. The custom originated be¬
cause of the burial alive of a membei
of the family and an inherited tenden¬
cy to a peculiar form of heart disease.
—Cum berland{ Md. )Times,
NO. 33.
humorous.
“Man -wanU but little here below!”
The statement causes mirth;
It might have been in earlier times,
Bnt now he wants the earth.
What’s in a name? About the hot¬
test country on the globe is Chili.
Mormons ought to be good sailors—
the ? have 80 much marry-time experi
ence.
All animals have their good points,
for all abundance of the same none
can compete with the porcupine.
“No prima dona ever sings to her
baby.” She probably does not want to
waste her sweetness on the infant
& e ir.
Tennyson says: “Men are God’s
trees.” Some, however, who call at
newspaper offices are not. They never
leave.
Trees have some characteristics in
common with people. In the spring
the y begin to leave for the summer,
although some will be unable to do so
because their trunks will be seized for
board,
A piece of glass an inch long was
taken from the head of a Rochester
man recently, in whose skull it had
been embedded for twenty years.. He
had complained occasionally of a pane
j n his head,
A Southern State having created the
office of , fowl inspector .-. Xhe posi .
tion was immedistely appled for by an
ex-base-ball umpire, He claimed
to know all about “fouls,” but bo ap
peared to be a little weak in his spell
ing.
There are 20,000,000 of people in
Austro Hungary who never read a
newspaper. And yet we will venture
the assertion that there are just as
many Austrians who think they can
run a newspaper better than the edi¬
tor as any other class of people.
“Have you heard Miss Simpson sing
8ince she returned from Europe’”
.. Several times .-> .. Do you think she
has improved?” “Very much.” “In
what particular?” “She doesn’t sing
as much as she used to.”
Brindeau, the famous sporting fop,
had a costume for every kind iff game
that he shot at. One day,invited to the
Duke of Orleans’s shooting party, the
Duke drew his attention to a hare,
suggesting that he should fire, “I
cannot, monsigneur,” said Brindeau,
“I am in my partridge toilet.”
Jarrah Wood.
The jarrah wood of Western Aus
traiia ls acknowledged by thoso who
know its qualities to be about the next
tiling to everlasting. Almost every
tbin £ in Western Australia is made of
this timber—work-boxes, piano-fortes,
buildings, wharves and jetties; it
seems to defy all known forms of de¬
ca v and is touched by white ants
-
and a!1 other inS8Cts - 80 that shi I ,s buUfc
of il do not re » ui re to be C0I 'P ered ' Ifc
bas been 1,sed above , & round andbe , /
low, ’ in almost everv situation m which
timber be placed, , and , . durable , ,, .
c,an * ’ is in
all. „ There about . fifteen „ varieties
are
of the timber, and it can be obtained
of any reasonable length up to sixty or
eighty feet, the trunk of the tree hav¬
ing no branches whatever. Another
advantage is that it does not burn free¬
ly, but only chars, which makes it ad¬
ditionally valuable for building. It is
poisonous to all insects. This timber
will not grow on good soil, only where
there is ironstone, tons’ weight of
which are sometimes lifted by the
roots. The more ironstone there is in
the soil and the higher the elevation,
the better the trees glow. It is one of
the most remarkable facts connected
with this timber that if you put a bolt
no matter .. of what size it may be, into
it. when , you A take it out a bolt of . pre
cisely .... ' the same size will go into the
. hole again. “ . _. The effect of the iron, ap
parently, . to , the timber .. , and .
*. is preserve
of the A . timber .. . to the ... Jar¬ T
preserve iron.
rah is far superior to teak—it is less
liable to split, and it will bend freely
without being steamed.
Was Xot Interested.
He rang the door-bell of a house on
Cass avenue, and when the owner him¬
self opened the door, handed him a
sealed envelope.
“ Recipe for the cholera,” he said, in
a brisk, jerky voice, “ only twenty-five
cents.”
“ But my dear sir, I don’t want it,"
said the citizen, drawing back. "I
haven’t any use for it. Cholera is
something we never indulge in.”
“ Take it, and I’ll throw in the cele¬
brated treatise by the great Dr. O-,
•How the Cholera Travels,’ in book
form.”
“ My friend,” said the Cass avenue
man, gently but firmly, “ I don’t care
a continental ftowthe cholera travels—
whether it is in book form, on a steam
yacht or in a palace car. What I par¬
ticularly desire just now is to see you
travel; ta-ta!”
The agent took the hint and his de¬
parture at the same moment.— Pros
Press.