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i-3 hMH HH LINCOLNTON NEWS VOLUME VII. NUMBER 30. Southern Brazil ig rapidly filling up with emigrants from Europe. Suicide is becoming a prevailing and an alarming vice in this country. A census is a great thing, and we could not get along without it. Every year its scope increases. In England the • census takes in everything, even down to cats. . The New York Independent announces that in England they no longer express* incredulity by the phrase: “Go tell it to the marines;” but by saying: “Go tell it to the London Times.” Says the New Orleans Times-Democrat: “There is in truth a seed of anarchy in this ugly epidemic of White Capism, and it must not only be stamped out vigor¬ ously and effectually, but its resur¬ rection at any future time must be made, impossible.” The New York Herald wants to see * this nation a still more solid union than it ever was before, because the Anglo Saxon race 200 years hence will have to face a great problem—for it will have on its hands a fight for the supremacy between the Caucasian and the Mon¬ golian races. Florence Kelley Wisclioewetzky, m the Union Signal, says concerning child laborT "For every child employed there is an adult supplanted so that we have a million wage-earning children and a million adults unemployed; aud this mad reversal of all social order is solely for the purpose of enriching the exploit¬ ing minority.” Bishop Theodore B. Lyman, of North Carolina, has discovered a new and hitherto unsuspected virtue in the pea¬ nut. For nearly two years he had suf¬ fered from insomnia. About a fort¬ night ago he ate freely of fresh roasted peanuts before retiring, and enjoyed the best sleep he had had for months. He tried the experiment repeatedly since, aud has found it efficacious every time. A new use has been discovered for the poppy. It forms a network of roots that cannot be exterminated without great difficulty, and it is therefore ad¬ mirable for keeping embankments in place. Within the last two or three years eminent French engineers have undertaken the sowing of railway em¬ bankments with poppies, with a view to prevent their being destroyed by heavy rains. “The latest gigantic conspiracy to corner a necessary article of food,” says the New Y'ork News, “is that of the salt trust. The collapse of the copper syn¬ dicate seems to have had no effect upon the pro ectors of tha salt trust. It is stated that the ring in process of formation for the purpose of controling the supply of salt, will be able to coni maud a capital of $25,000,000.” We consume now about 1,300,000 barrels of salt annually in the United States, one third of which is imported. Another third is furnished by the salt jvorks of Michigan, a sixth by New Y'ork and the other sixth by ten other States, YVest Virginia heading the list. The mortifying news has been sent tc the New Y'ork Sun from Springfield, Ill., that the “Lincoln monument was so badly built that it is already in a ru’nous con¬ dition, and must soon collapse altogether unless strengthened at a large cost. The swindling builder is a peculiarly wretched type of swindler in any branch of his frauds, but when he practices IFs art on such a national monument as that which covers Lincoln’s dust and cele¬ brates his fame, the fraud is aggravated into sacrilege. What a commentary it is on the vile depths of human nature that Lincoln’s bones must be buried in secret and guarded for years by a group of true friends lest they be stolen by grave-robbers, and that when they are finally deposited under a national monu¬ ment their rest is still threatened by an avarice that cheats even when building a tomb The practical advantage to one who has learned a trade was exemplified the other day m the person of Patrick Gleason, Mayor of Long Island City, N. Y. The appropriation for the main¬ tenance of the water department having run short, a number of the men have been unpaid for some time. The other day they simply said that, if they didn't get their money, they would shut down the waterworks. Mayor ‘-leason. who has attained fame of late by his attack upon the fences and other obstruction! of the Long Island Railroad, which he leveled single-handed with an ax, said that he didn’t propose that Long Island City should be left without its water supply. He couldn’t force the city officia’s to appropriate the money, but he hitched up his trotters, drove to the waterworks, and told the men on duty that if they wanted to leave they could leave, he ould run the engine hijnself with the ass stance of one or two of his friends. As he is an old engineer, says Fire a id Water, they all knew he could do what he said. Consequently, there was no strike, Long Island City was not deprived of its water supply, and since then, we understand, the salaries have been paid up DEVOTED TO THE INTEREST OF LINCOLN COUNTY. HOPE'S SONG. ** And will it be,” said Hope to me, “ That oyer the snow he’ll come, And the beckoning light of your window bright Will guide him, weary, home? Or will it be,” said Hope to me, On a summer’s eventide, When the tender glow of the sunset’s low, You shall walk side by side? - Or will it be,” said Hope to - When the me, sky is dull and gray And thou downcast, be will come at last And brighten all the day? - Or will it be,” said Hope to me, u Y ou may put pictures by, my Save one the best and the faithfule3i To look at when you die: “ Of a gleaming sea,” said Hope to me, “ And a fair shore calm and Where sweet, hearts I wis like thine and his Have never failed to meet.” —Elsie Kendall, in Scribner. The Gray .Ghost of Gilsum. ” «™> »““■ “Madam, do you believe in ghosts?” “In ghosts! :> echoed her ladyship. “Do we live in tne nineteenth century for nothing, that you should ask me such a «® >« iotbtag ,. it . * ilin Z threadbare, ghosts.” let U3 hope, as a belief in De “Nevertheless,” Wolf, continued Chauacev looking leaning against the mantel and embers gravely down at the smoldering of the fire, “I am prepared to affirm that if any man ever saw a »host I am that man.” ° ’ will /‘You, expect of all to persons! Perhaps you us believe next that it was your interview with a ghost which turn d your hair white before you reached the thirties.” “Exactly “Then that, madam.” you have a great S deal to thank tnank him for.” “Oh I have move th„„ * vt. v. him for,” replied De Wolf, smiling. “Shall I tell you the story?” “Oh, yes, do tell it by all means ’’and madam folded her white hands and lifted her pretty, incredulous collet face toward S her guest. He was an old and had come to spend the Christmas bounty holidays home with us inour pretty on the Hudson. As he stood in front of the fire, his shrewd, kindly face telling its own story of a successful career, he was, perhaos, the last per-ou one would have supposed guilty of such anachronism * an as a belief in ghosts A Roman nose is nature’s bet on a man’s success, and De Wolf had all the I benefit of the bet. His clearly cut feat ures and fine, dark eyes were rendered the more striking by the frame-work of • snow-white straight,back hair which was brushed S from his forehead, givinw : him, in the opinion of the ladies, an ap- I pearance I altogether irresistible. was not greatly concerned about his ! appearance, but I knewhim to be a thor oughly good fellow, and in spite of his profession—he was a lawyer—in the main a truthful one; I was therefore surprised at the ’ new role which h“ “ seemed desirous of playing o'eliere j “Are we expec ted to everv thing you tell us?” asked madam, in a I mocking tone, as she assumed a listen- 1 ing attitude. “Y es, everything,” replied De Wolf. “No one who knows me ever accused me tion, of and having that fatal gift—imagina you may rest assured that I shall confine myself in the most abject of manner doing to otherwise.” simple facts. I am incapable As he spoke, the wind, which had been working with nervous, uncertain fingers at a loose-fastehed blind, finally tore it open, slamming it against the window with a crash that startled even the cat from her drowsy dreams on the hearth-rug. wind It was a wild night, the | rattling roaring down the chimney and among the ice-coated branches of the great elms outside with a sharp continuous sound like the noise of mus'- | ketry. Within, the fire had burned low, and the long, white curtains at the win dows, looking strangely weird and un familiar in the dim light, shivered and trembled as if, in some occult way, thev were in silent sympathy with the spirit of the storm. j Wheu we had gathered up the broken shutters, fragments of glass and had closed the De Wolf, who alone had been unmoved by this little household dis turbance aud the tremendous uproar of the elements, went ou with his story. “It was on a night not unlike this,” he said, “when I left Boston few days with Earie Russell at GiU .m. You remember him at Yale—a very good fellow, but with a penchant for missions. 1 He had married and settled down as a pastor of a little country church. The wonder is that he did not go to Nova Zemtla or Central Africa, but perhaps his wife he saved him from that. Iiow- | ever, had found a mission at Gilsum, and as his wife had gone on to New York to spend a week with her sister, Russell invited mo to keep bachelor’s! hall with him during her absence. Well, gether, we were when, having a night, cozy time of it had to- j settled one just as we ourselves in front of the library fire, with our cigars and newspapers, a boy drove unto the door in an old, un painted sleigh, and announced that one of Russell’s parishioners, an old man, who lived in an outlying district, was dying,*and wanted to sea the miuister. Of course, Russell prepared to obey the summons at once, ahd he did not return till midnight. YVhen he came in his hands were stiff with the cold and his ears were half frozen, but there was a glow on his face as he threw off his over coat and came forward to the fire, which was someihing more than simple satis faction at being safely housed again. I actually believe he did not know, whether his hands were cold or not. it i Well,’ he exclaimed, with a bright smile, ‘I have seen one more happy soul start on its long journey. You’ve no idea, De Wolf.’ he weut on. ‘how it takes takes away away the the fe3r fe3r of of death, death, if if you you ever ever had it, to see a good man die. It is such a simple thing, after all, aud it is wonderful how simply these people look at such matters. YVhen I entered the house the old man was lying with his eyes closed, but he looked uo and smiled as I took his hand in mine. “Y'ou are ready and willing to go, are you, deaconI asked, as his eyes met ® lae - “ ‘The o.d man tfalf raised himself on LINCOLNTON, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, MAY 31, 18S9. d r ? P ntv’ a W hi 15 er; '‘T - w ’ *? tell W , ^ the er f» "t* w 1 ^th, ” ett€r u elder, ac ‘ qua in ted.. You see, I ve got used to »: |; s&s be L and a “&ir ti x or tnows 3 t, I m willing—yes, wining. \\ hen the end came, his old lace brightened into a beautiful Sm .'<T 1 wo a days after, t I went with • my aif. at ‘. en “ ‘he man’s funeral, About ■ miles drove six out, we up to a lonely farm house and alighted. The short impressive service was soon over, but it was already growing dark when WC .:t It U .T had < *. T been horEe snowing S ^ad.homeward. in light, fitful gusts all the afternoon, but when the sun went ourselves down 1 the wind rose Ze -nd we found obUged to ing, driving storm. The soft, treacher ous snow-nakes had changed to sleet, aay.ay o„dI;3“Z tiff H Aaty b Wli“ - k«p hid h“s face °n his ?oat rolls? n * p'..b.Vh”; t< "?T , i” tsg* j? re< ^. a «*. comiD 2 m «■ O : fo e airec ti°n. The t w ° horses, oppo * S?? coming T“ be ‘ AZ unmana - e ' lSA“Xti ° Ut ’ b and :!d“w" beforei *” we 11 could M' 6 regain bo,I ‘ „„ our r w leet, our horse had disappeared, ortun.telvj or unfortunately, as it may Et 't t accident bous ® of had ° ne occurred of Russell ’in s Dd ~' w The good gen.leman hastened t0 t °P r a : sl6ta uce and insisted upon our co ™\ a S lnto the house. willing* ^ chilled, and WA T—^ 1 snow . ^ om ,\l. ^ ea e ^ Y ere to usb o a k brightly ligated parlor, where , a I°ung . lady, who seemed to me, in my possibly ® nc h an ,‘®g somewhat v iaion of dazed loveliness, condition, an came forward to meet us. I made some inco herent remark which I am thankful to i^Dressiona^to very definlte . ve-d/ JL ™ re lt, a *J blue sur| h dress, e Ji tlll! t, and y»““g had T* W l-ri te laughed ° “ bot er Itmon ' ?„ h violent IT > Z Ur bn ab . 7 Pe r ‘ Sfntlit ° ’ P . * ho ’ pitalU . T for “I have no very distinct recollection °f how the evening passed, but at ten °’ c * ocli; we were shown to our respective 1 rooms - Mine was on the ground floor, ! and as * d:d D °t inclined to go to ! slee P. } threw myself on a lounge before ! a hiding wood-fire and gave myself up l V a su cce3Slon of Peasant dreams, in - T ‘ ptoud confess, am to a young ady in a blue dress P la Y ed th9 mos t im po Pf? t 1 nacl lam there ,. about two hours, so tb at *t m u»t have been near midnight, when , I noticed, for the first time, that tbe s t° rm v,as ov-er - an( t that a lew stra ”S‘ lnff rays °t moonlight were st reamln ff in . through the window, mak ln ." strange, fantastic shadows on the wall and floor. j “I had neglected to draw the curtain, and as 1 looked up, I was confronted by and a f ? ce pressed close a " alnst the window > star,n .? ln at me with expreisiouless, P ale ' blUe e J B3 - “It was the face of the man that I had scen but a few hours before in his coffin, There was the same softly curling gray bair, the same closely cut gray beard, and evea ?be same odd sear over the left eyebrow. Feature and expression were alike identical. Inexpressibly shocked, I rose to my feet, but as I approached tbe window, the figure retreated step by E tep. He was dressed in a long, gray garment that fluttered in the wind and took on strange shapes as the shifting light of the moon fell upon its soft folds 01 them in shadow. i “ p am read y to admit that I was starled, but as there was nothing really fr visitor. .igbtful I in raised the appearance the window of my and strange ad- [ dressed bim with carefnl politeness. “‘Well, sir,’I asked, -what is your w'sh?’ “My question met with no response, but the figure raised his hand, pointed to his lips and then seemed to beckon me toward him. The window was a low one, and I leaped out, but as I lauded in the snow, the figure turned, and with oac wild gesture, ran. I started in pursuit. A few rods from the house, upon the other side of the street, was an old grave ya:d, its broken shafts and head stones plainly discernible in * the moonlight. “For a moment I stood still, awed by the silent majesty of the scene. “Above me rose the sky,like the dome of some spacious temple, its sapphire roof supported on every side by pillars of cloud, white like marole, or purple in the distance like porphyry.” At this point in the narrative madam, in an unguarded moment, leaned for ward in her chair, but De Wolf, ignor ing this unconscious manifestation of in terest, went on: “Just opposite the house was a gao in Ike fence which surrounded the deserted burial-place, showed aud my ghostly with visitor at once his familiarity his surroundings ward the by turning his steps to admittance, only place where one could gain “I hurried after him, but he was fleet of foot, and as the tall figure of the old mail glided in and out amongst the broken grave-stones he seemed of no more substantial essence than a slim, gray shadow driven by the wiud. “Once I came so close to h-m that I put out my hand to lay hold of his robe, but d my fell footslipped upon a piece of ice, aQ I prostrate across a grave, “A strange, discordant laugh fell upon my ear. 1 rose to my feet. The tall, gray figure ■ was just beyond,still beckon ing with its weird, rd. white white hand, hand, thrnnvh through which ..... the pa - e .... light of ' “ the moon seemed ” 1® ‘ shine, -i m,d, ..a a„.h.a forward recklesslv, conscious of nothing but that dim, shadowy figure, forever eludinsr. eluding, forever forever mocking mockinc me. me. “Suddenly the ground beneath failin’ mv feet gave wav, 1 felt myself through spa n. All around me was darkness—a darkness so absolute i’fell S q dense, that I tried to orasp it as iu an unreasoning effort to lav hold of something “By solid and substantial. I had a fallen quick instinct I perceived that, j through the top of some ruinous old tomb. 1 Samp groped wildly in the darkness, felt the brick walls ‘tat shut me in. the stone iteps slimy with mold, and saw far above me, through the opening in the roof, a whiu face, distorted with laughter, peering tx*:c Acsaftras every of faculty absorbed in one wild idea through escape. The meiting walls and snow oozed the broken fell upon my head. I was knee-deep in water. and plunging about in a fruitless effort to find the door, vaguely conscious all the while, that I was not the only occu pant of last that loathsome place. in “At my hands came contact with cold iron “I had found the door, but could I open it? With the desperation of de= i,-, pair ,i„7i I threw *“ 1 mvself -*5' Wmt it J It A y 1 found m * 8elf ° Ut la - tbe ’ “liow I ever cannot got tell? back 'kree to the house and to bed I weeks Iri ?«■ ■ «*•»nn T&tKfiL S«p ’" 3T, recognized as the village physician, ;"<•«“ °"wb, am , h I asked, „d „„ astonished to find my voice so weak and thread-like. For an instant I had an impre-.sioa that I, too, had become a ghost- which case I should probably “»* *• i~m ”p -I -»* quietly: atgaifc. ‘Do not talk, or you will sick, be ill You have been very but T0U #re better now. You must get well.’ “I will get well,’ I remarked idiotic a ]] y *jf you will go on sitting there by the file.’ “Then I fell asleep, and when I awoke again incidents I was strong enough preceding to recount the of the night ray ill ness, and to listen to aa explanation of my remarkable experience. ” “Ah.” observed madam, drawing a j on g breath, “theu there was an explana tiem, after all. It was an hallunciation _ sim , >ly lirain .f e ver in an incipient ,t a t e ? > “>'ot at all,” said De Wolf. “My friends followed my footsteps through the snow, found the broken tomb, and, captured the ghost. " “Ah? the ghost!” “Yes. It happened that the man who had died had a twin brother who was a deaf-mute and harmlessly insane. He had wandered away from his home, and but rescued for him kindly hand3 who doubt found have and would no be come a veritable ghost on that eventful night.” “And the lady the blue young in dress?” De Wolf ran his fingers through his white hair and laughed, “.Madam, are vou aenuainted with Miss “Clara Clara Wright! Wright'?’’ cousin, and she last My own spent winter-in €Ilsum. I see it all now. t he wrote me iast week than she had just become engaged. And you are the man?” she added, svith a sudden flash of inspiration, “I believe I am,”repliel De Wolf, bowing; “and I can assure you, madam, that I am not insensible of the honor.”— Fran!: Leslie's, „ . Cuban Country Folk, „ ,, The country people of Cuba live in thatched houses of three or four rosins with dirt floors. The leaves of the royal pa'rn are used for thatching, and the bark for the sides of the house. One room is used for the kitchen. They have no stoves or fire places. In the center of the kitchen is a table about three feet high covered with dirt. On this they make the fire and do the cooking—each utensil having a small fire under it. The smoke escapes through the doors and windows. The babies live mostly on the dirt floors, consequently they are not very clean or prepossessing. The dogs and pigs seem to be perfectly at home with the children. On the rafters inside the room tobacco is hung to dry. The family all sleep in one room, They are very hospitable; they irest you on the threshold with the salutation: “Mi casa estu a su disposesion!”—the The house is house in your possession. the kitchen and woman of the goes to pre¬ pares a cup of coffee for the guest, which is drank out of a cup made out of a fruit similar to the cucumber. After partak ing of the coffee, a board and some tobacco leaves will be brought out and in a short time the guests are provided with cigars. They all know how to make cigars. It would be quite impolite not to accept and smoke cigars when offered. The young ladies smoke cigarettes and some married ladies cigars. is rather singular Their bill of fare a one. and one that Americans do not relish to a great extent. They Everything boil all the is served in courses. meat and vegetables in one pot. I have seen and eaten of a dish composed of cabbages, potatoes, beets, carrots bailed with ham, beef and bologna sausage, This dish they call “olia,” and is one of whi li the Cubans are very fond. An other favorite dish is baked turkey sliced «nd served with on,ons. iueir coffee .s a ‘ wa y s good. I .mes-JJemocraT. Jewelry That Men IVcar. The ultra-fashiona’-le young man wears a goad deal of .ewelry, for his gold matcli-box, with its uncut rubies, sapphires, and diamonds upon it, may be counted among his ewels, while the sil ver cigarette-case carefully enameled in white and showing on its white*back ground a pretty ballet girl in black must be considered another. On the little linger of his left hand he wears a heavy gold ring in which is imbedded either a ruby or a sapphire, but never hjofli, and auove this he likes to have a somewhat worn wedding ring, which he can can attribute attribute to to his his grandmother, grandmother, that v for for he he is not ‘ above proving ‘ "* he has one. About his neck is a long, sender gold diamonds on one side and having on the other, behind a c.ear bit of glass, the t ac ® of the woman to whom he has sworn eternal allegiance. White enameled buttons and links are in best taste for evening wear, and, indeed, are worn by many men all the time, though in reality tlle P Iain S°I d buttons are proper tor tne , day time. — Chicago Jhrnec. -- - President John Adams was worth , about $80,000 when he died, which was a fine fortune in those days, RTTTMtRT LUHVJTjI OF UT T FUN L lL - HUMOROUS SKETCHES FROM «— ■—<» Frolicsome Domestics — Carefnl of Hi* Health—Innocence Aloft— An Unmistakable Evidence —Nothing New, Etc. _ r “ re “ laughter and dancing at Hominy And tbT ladies w*r- hanov-bnt PP7 cavest S y of all B‘®., Whl!e coo:: A Qe lady was. ,ajl as seampered she frolieed with around, aurse ? pan th ?*-dike , bound: tv The wash laty sat at ease in her chair, th * rooms Eut a!as short for liTed their'joy:—It was brief anl Frr th ’ , . Journ.L “Will you have a piece of my pie, Mr. i 2 toS?“l S£tl££. "" Innocence Aloft. Farmer (to a tramp tree?-“What whom he has sur - prised in a fruit are yon 1 *»a; py i**!SRa?aSW „ fallen down.”— Jfuif ani'E^yrtss. An Unmistakable Evidence. ms . .“&• bill Bronson this wee must c.’’ have failed to pay "U by do you think that?” “Why, didn t you notice Mrs. Tornp kins gave him the ne:k of the turkey at dinner:”— Bazar. Nothing New. Mrs. Fangle—“Weil, this is strange!” Mr. Fangie —“What is it, my dear?” “A man in 1’atis has taught an ape to black his shoes.” “ Oh, there’s nothing remarkable about that, my dear. I’ve often heard of monkey-shines.” Heard in Chicago. Armour—“I say, Davis, do you re¬ member when beef was highest?” Davis—“No, I can’t say that I do.” “Why, when ‘the cow jumped over the moon,’ of course.”— Time. Limit to His Love. She—“You are sure you iove me?” He —“Love you? Why, I an ready to die for you. ’ She—“When we’re married will you always get up and star, the kitchen fire?” He—“Fr- er—pray be reasonable, my dear.”— Epoch. No Objection. Tenaweek—“Sir, I with to marry your Gruff daughter." rather “My daughter, will continue — under "the young man. * parental roof.” Tenaweek “No t objection will be ra:sed to that, sir.”— Ha-per s Bazar. She Understood Her Business. Miss ilimdiet—“Anew boarder came while you were out—a young lady.” Mrs. Slimdiet (boarding housekeeper) — “Is she pretty?” “Awfully.” “Well, in that case put an extra strip of rag carpet in front of her mirror.”— Pnila-.’.e’phia Becor.l. From One Mystery to Another. Jones—“Matilda, where is that latch key 1 handed you this morning?” Mrs. Jones—“In the pocket of my ' dress hanging up over there.” Jones (tire minutes later, desperately) — “And now, Matilda, will you please tell dress me ?”—Mail where to find the pocket o; your anl Exprts*. • „. _ _ .. dayevemin^ day evening he wants to make the very S sayT eS5i ° n ’ aad ’ dWP th ° U * hf ’ he “Y'ou don’t know, Miss Clara, how becoming darkness is to youi” 'the Then he wonders at sudden and lasting chilliness in her manner. — Busy. Why She Preferred the Tenor “So the belle of the choir has married the tenor?” “Yes.” “I thought she favored the l ass.” ■Ye?, but she got sorao high „ -.own notions into ner head and threw over the bass for the tenor. ’ “For what reason:” ^ “Because the tenor was more high toned .”—Boston Courier. A Protracted Conversation. At a party the other evening a gentle¬ man took his friend up to his mother to make his adieux. “I can’t wait,” he said, * ‘but as soon as there is a lull in “ the conversation you can speak to her. Two or three hours later he encountered the friend, looking left very dismal, in the spot where he him. “What, unable to tear yourself away, eh:” “No,” mumbled the other, “there hasn’t been a lull yet.”— Time. Little Difficulty About That. Teacher—“A man meeting a farmer with a drove of w.th'your sheep said: ‘Good morning, friend, hundred sheep.’ The farmer replied: ‘1 have not a hundred sheep; but if I bad so manv more and half as many more ar.d one sheep and a half, I should have a hundred.’ Now tell me how you would <ro to work to find out how many he F - „ - “scholar— “Count/hem. I guess that would be the quickest way. '—Boston T-rans npt. s, s R .lumped at the Chance. Alfonse de Beriot—“You say vou are Miss Gushiugton— “What! Next Friday? YVhy, dear Alfonse, you are so sudden and so “You quite misunderstand me. I protest—I “Tnat all didn't right, You didn’t s Alfonse. propose as they usually do.but I like it just the same. Yes, der-r, it shall be ou ADday. Alfqnse swoons. — Boston. Gatet'c. W y W aiTtTrv.r,,. P 1 *, «, Blobson , Ha, v ha: . r Here T ,” s an article which savs that before the close of the nineteenth century we shall see women roads.” running locomotive engines on our rail ! Mr. Blobson—‘‘In some respects, per haps. They would keep a good lookout ahead, anyway.” [ Mr- Airs. Blobeon—“Why Blobson—“Eecause so?” they would have their heads out of the cab window all the time to show their new bonnets." ' _Burlington Free Pres-, A Fife Del Gertrude— f l t , Clara, n T I don j- t tnow know how h w I shall ever thank you sufficiently for that nobon calender.” Clara-“The idea! such a trifle i’> > “ TVeU a three , ‘ trl ? hours e ’ lf , y sleep , oa will ‘ bu night . td saves me every I „j, Wh.n lovely gift. Then while it is the subject “,™ »“ “” gS “ He Wasn't Ta-cotr. : „.eatt?oublJ Hunarv Tramn—“Madame Tcaa’t'cwrr^h’s I’m “rib'e in S s T t n S T “ °"' ,b< millionaire, in Chicago. I'd If you’ll you’d give me a good square meal reward as soon anybody get that S.30,000 as else.” Lady of the House—“Certainly, come right in. * * * There's some soup, a porterhouse steak, some mashed potato, stewed corn and turnip, and there’s a v.hole mince pie. Eat all you want.” ~ Tramp gorginghimself satiety) latter to — “Thank you, maaame; you are very . kind. I feel a great deal better—so weil that 1 guess I can carry my terrible secret to the next town and work it on somebody for supper .”—Chicago Herald. . He Preferred Arrest. A thie: broke into a fine residence eariy in the morning and found himseff in the music-room. Hearing footsteps approaching he hid behind a screen. From se>en to eight o’clock Miss Laura had a lesson on the piano. second From eight to nine o'clock the daughter took a singing lesson. From nine to ten o’clo k the eldest son had a violin lesion, From ten to eleven o'clock the other soa took a lesson on the nute. At eleven o'clock all the brothers and sisters assembled and studied aa ear- 3p l.;ting piece for piano, violin, flute and TO ice. The thief staggered out from behind the screen at haif-past eie en, and, fall¬ ing at their feet, cried: “For goodness’s stop.”— sake, have me arrested, but Wap. The Prescription. There was. some time ago, a doctor whose morning levees were crowded be yond description. It was his pride and boast that he could feel his patient's pulse, look at his tongue, probe at him with his stethoscope, write his prescrip tion. pocket his fee. in a space of time varying from two to five miuutes. One day an army man was shown into the consulting room, and underwent what ruay be called the instantaneous process. When it was completed the patient shook hands heartily with th? doctor, and said: “I an especially heard! glad to father, meet you, as I have often my C-olonel Forester, speak of his old friend. Dr. L." “What 1” exclaimed the doctor, “are you Dick Forester's son“Most certainly I am.” “My dear fellow, fling that prescription into the fire, and sit down quietly and tell ms whats the matter with you."— Hw-rtjs Magazin-. Sliahily Disappointed in the Baby. “Well, Jimmv,” said Mr. Dolan, as gotSne ° ws'tffeU Jou‘'°‘’ Ve “Ww i- ir fi'ber’” • “Irt something that will surprise yez Te !: ™' 1 < i b Pf ri . C , ft ... b , be . , , r pn ■ ,? m me but ? ,el1 f t> waHt . * the ne;vS ‘" " ’ “Y’e’ve got a little brother.” “Is that so?” “The same it is, Y'ez can go into the next room and make a call on the new visitor if ye loike.” The boy went out and came back af ter a short time had elasped with an ex pression of mingled pleasure aud disan pointment ou his face, “Well, Jimmy,” said the paternal Do j aDf “how do you loike ver new brotk er ?» “Very weil, father: but Oi’d much rather have got a goat ."—Merchant Tntceler. How He Won Them. On the rolling prairies. A band of cowboys has captured a horse thief. Cowboys (in gleeful chorus)—“We’ve S ot . no ^’ >,° u vlllam ’ and ^ ____ are t0 swin =' p ^ ,are the rope and select a con ' The Villain—“Hold on, boys. I’il bet you the drinks you don’t stretch my neck.” . Cowboys—“Oh! won't we, just?” ■ They pinion his arms. The Milam— “I can put you up to “^e?Se‘hi. , ,, fc^tither. . „ The Villain—“I know where $00,000 ’ m . J^ d 1S )U!I 'V ^adjust , thenoose to, . , hu . nee* , The A ,lla,n 7„ I can pUt yoU 0n ‘° a sd .,. 'er mine. They commence to hoist him up. ^ S<>t chorus of Voices fexcitedly)—“Hold Let hlm dowo „ He is let down,released and pardoned. — Lies. Exquisite Brooches. a New Y'ork jeweler has sent some wonderful brooches to the Paris Expos; They are gold enameled orchids of fifteen varieties, each as perfect in its as the product of nature. The stems are made green with emeralds, q'^e coloring of the leaves is marvelous beyond description, testifying to the ex traordinary skill of the designer as well a s to the artistic sense and exquisite taste of the enameler. Nothing more beautiful can be imagined .ban the gen eral effect of each plant. ; Sabscription: $U5 in Advance. SONG OF THE HEADLIGHT. When tbe fall moon lays a radiant haza From earth to Heaven’* wall. Or the tranquil stars mark the viewless bar Whence the arrows of vision fall. Or 1 send my glance where the quick drop* dance With the pattering call of the rain. To their comrades asleep in the hidden deep Of the subterranean main. Or if storms are out and the free winds shout With fitful falls and swells, A steadfast glow of light I throw On the gleaming parallels. I guide the train o'er the level plain, A swiftly nearing star, And I bend and swerve where the mountains curve My iron-bound path to bar. Up their rocky steeps the fleet flame leaps. Or I flash to their depths below: Till the mosses that dress each dim recess And the nodding ferns I show; I spring to illume the frowning gloom Of precipices gray, And waters smile from the deep defile In my momentary day. Where the wood benign with heck and sign Invites all timid things To its shelter spread for the crouching head And its covert for drooping wings, X bear my light, till in vain affright The doe with her trembling fawn And the creatures meek that refuge seek In the forest shade withdrawn, Press closer yet to the copse daw-wet. Or speed through the whispering grass, To hide them away from the searching ray I shoot through the dark as X pass. As a meteor fiies in star t By a myriad moveless spheres, - I hurry along where lamplights throng As the sleeping town appears: Like the coming of Kate, to those who wait Till I bear their loved away, I seem as I shine down the widening line, Ere I pause fora moment’s stay; But he who feels those rolling wheels Lead home, to his heart's desire. Can half believe his eyes peroeivo The r-ophefs chariot of fire. Still on and on till the night is gona I follow the vibrant rails. Till the east is red, and overhead The star of the morning pales. As foes may fear the soldier's spear. But comrades have no dread, The lances of light I hurled at the night Pierce not where sunbeams spread. So I cease my rays when the Heavaa ablaaa Proclaims the darkness fiei —Hardy Jackson, in Neio York Tribune. PITH AND POINT. A kiss is a sort of water 'cress. The omnibus horse always enjoys tha luxury of whoa .—Boston Gazette. The peculiarity, about a rising death rate is that it brings people down. Can you call a man chopping ice a water cracker ?—Pittsburg Chronicle. Alan gets but little here below o'er which to make much of a crow.— Bli: za r The most unpleasant constellation to see of a winter’s night is the grate bare. — Hatptr's Bazar. Eeside the door mats at the White House, diplomats are often seen there.— Pittsiu ~g Chronicle. Six feet four inches is the stature of the new British Minister. He is tall enough to be addressed as His Highness. —Pittsburg Chronicle. The physician makes his money by ptacticing. When he has become so skillful that he doesn’t have to practice then he retires .—Boston Transcript. The gedlte spridg has co'oe asaicl, Steed widlers reigd is edded; The robid childred’s dote id suddy gled b’.edded. With song is —Buffalo Courier. “I was badly bitten by flies in every -'country in Europe except Belgium.” don’t ‘.‘Have they none there?” “I know. I didn’t go there.”— Harper's Bazar. “If I put mv money into the savings bank,” said Pat. “when can I draw it out again?” “Oh,” answered hisfelbw couutrvman, “if you put it in to-day you caii get it out to-morrow by giving a fortnight’s notice. ” BALDNESS EXPLAINED. “Grandpa, what made you so bald!” the child Asked as she sat on the old man’s knee: And the old man, rubbing his shining poll, With this answer the wee one beguiled: "The years rolling over our heads, you see. Rub off all the hair as they roll ” —Neic York Herald. •■Trimmins” Gotham’s Refuse. It is often said that nothing goes to waste in New York. If this be true it is not because there are no wasteful peo¬ ple here. Enough stuff of more or less value is thrown into the ash barrels of this city daily to support a horde of not over-particular people, who rake the refuse ever diligently, and sort out every fragment of bone, wood, rag and glass, all of which have a fixed commercial value and are readily turned into a little t money. But this is the mere humdrum part of the work A feature of excite¬ ment is lent to it by the frequent finding of coins, brie a-brae, jewelry, banknotes, silverware and almost every conceivable household chattel of small size that is readily lost by careless owners or lazy servants. That this sort of thing mounts up to a respectable sum every day is w ived by a visit to the dumping docks of the Street Cleaning dumps Department, the i uere are a number of these at water’s edge, to which the city ash-cavt» come and shoot their loads down into the waiting scows. In order to make the scows carry as much as possible, the the refuse must be piled evenly all over boat, “trimmed” is the technical phrase, of and the trimmers are the poorer class Italians, who get $1 a day for their dis¬ agreeable work. These men do the sort¬ ing and finding of anything valuable that has been thrown out with the ashes. They hand it alt over to their padrones, who have bid for the privilege they of the trim¬ ming the scows. As pay city about $1000 a week fof the privilege, and pay their men about $1000 more in wanes, and as the competition in the bidding fer the privilege is always brisk, it can" be padrones easily seen that profit, in the order_ kind to Rave the any people of New York must continue to waste a good deal of their substance every A&j.—New York Tribune, er’