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THE LINCOLNTON NEWS VOLUME VII. NUMBER 43. Fl/tj millions more are added to New STork city’s taxable property this year. It is proposed now in France toj, sub¬ stitute death by electricity for’the guillo¬ tine. » The latest syndicate is one organized to include all the glass works in the country. Canada will soon have an independent Atlantic cable to England,the $2,000,000 required having being nearly all sub¬ scribed. ; J Oklahoma was an unsettled wilderness but a few weeks ago, yet it managed to have the biggest Fourth of July accident Df the year. • Over 20,000 French people have been induced to emigrate to the Argentine Republic, and about' the same numboi would be awfully glad to get back to France again. The _ daily ^ consumption of crude and finished iron, of cheap dry goods and oi shop and mill products generally, e ■” is growing with amazing rapidity in all the Western and Southern States. Dr. Felix L. Oswald predicts in the North American Review that the progress of forest destruction will before long re¬ duce a large area of our farm lands to the necessity of artificial irrigation. At present the exports of the United States to Chili are not far from $3,000,. ’ 000 nno per and ■■ imports • from , % year, our that busiest and most thriving of South Ameri can republics are a little less than this sum. London Justice says that all the people now living in the world, or about 1,400, 000,000, could find standing room within the limits of a field ten miles square,and, by aid of a telephone, could bo addressed by a single speaker. English investments in Alexico seem .to be increasing with the regularity oi arithmetical progression. In 1886 they reached two and a half million sterling; in 1887, five millions, and last yeai nohrly eleven millions. Tlio. Philadelphia. Record declares thal “wMle the sunflower and the lily have their-- enthusiastic admirers and advo . cates, the laurel is gaining ground as the most appropriate American national flower. If a vote should be taken it is probable that the laurel would have a ma io,.* .ve r all flora, corapetitim. ” ; ‘ --- 5 _ Th* ; state of anarchy in Hayti is pro ducing its natural results. Trade is paralyzed and the lack of all security for property I. fo.d.g .11 (oreig. merch.rrt, out ef the country? Provisions are as dear as they were in tli^early mining days in • California, and the people are in a bad Way,' for they are without food or money. The lot of the Alaiue peddler is not now is happy as it has beeu. A law has gone into effect which makes it incumbent i upon persons pursuing ® that avocation iu j the Ping ... t Tree „ q. State . to provide themselves , j with a paper certifying to their good j moral Character and to the fact that they j are American citizens. The peddler who i lacks such a passport is to be prohibited I I 1 from peddling. j Missouri .. is of ^ the few „ States in the ! one j . Union which continues to pay bounties on : wolf scalps. A St. Louis paper explains i that during the war men were so busy ! hunting men that- they paid no attention i to wolves, which increased so rapidly as | to make sheep-raising impracticable in j some of the southern counties. Iu five out $1,500,000 for wolf scalps Tsr* at $3 per ! scalp. The St. Louis editor says it ’ will ; take another million and a half to exter- ; minate the wolves of Alissouri. : south ; The Giant Diamond, lately discovered j , in Cape Colony, South Africa, and now at the Paris Exposition, weighs 180 , carats, and is valued at $3,000,000. It * is kept in a glass case by itself and guar dians stand around it all day. At night ' it is placed in a big safe, which is simi larly guarded all night. It is said to be of the first water, and as pure as the fa mous Regent in the French Crown dia monds. It is for sale, and it is confident ly expected that some American in home spun clothes and a slouch hat will come along one of those days and buy Tt as a pocket piece. A scientific authority has figured out the best average time run by trains, in Europe, England and America, and shows that in Europe tho best average has been attained by one of the French railroads, which made an average of fifty-six and fraction miles. There are four roads' represented in the United States, and while the New York: Ce^ral does not show the fastest average Speed for any distance, it leads the van With an average speed of 41 8-10 miles per hdur for-439 miles, which is about the distance be¬ tween New York and Buffalo, and tho Longest distance represented. devoted to the interest of Lincoln COUNTY. THE WATER LILY. O star on the breast of the river, O emblem o^bloom and grace, Did you fall right down out of heaven, Down out of the sweetest place! You are white as the thought of an angel, Your heart is steeped In the sun, Did you grow in the beautiful city, My pure and radiant one? Nay'’ffiay i I fa* not out of heaven, None gave mi my saintly white, I slowly grew in the darkness, i Down in the silent night. i From the ooze of the slimy river I won my beauty and grace, , White souls fall not, my poet, They rise to the sweetest place. ~M. M. Merrill, in Once a Week. WINNING AND LOSING. They hung, heavy plumes of purple, ov er the little gateway on that bright afternoon—the 1st of June. A charitable breeze swept one scented bunch of bloom . a bit aside, just out of the reach of a lit tie white hand that had a moment before ratWessJy But the stripped of off the half hand its blossoms. torned owner had already about, with a toss of her black aud a °f ber pink calico dress, that scared the butterflies; and before the branch swung back she was hastening up the ,, . . ~ trim garden path and flinging back a sharp speech over her shoulder at a tall sunburned young fellow who, with a . _ _____ _ ^’ 8t °° d the gate ‘ “Oh, watching her it don’t matter what I think 1 Indeed, I don’t think at all. You may take whom you like to the next May dance—you won’t take me!” was' J. 4 . such^a suc!l 8 P rett y shoulder ther over ® ” as SUCJ1 a r <>sy flush of anger on the round cheek, half veiled in curls, that it is no bonder John Armitage (the hand somc > sun -browned young fellow) took two or three steps in pursuit of the speaker; but he stopped, drew himself up with sudden pride, and said one re proachful word; “Nancy 1" The one addressed wavered a little in her retreat, then resumed it with in creased celerity. “Will you stop and listen to me?” the young man asked, Ms rising indignation somewhat modifying his tone of appeal. “No! ’ and the pink calico swept the myrtles on either side of the walk faster yet. ‘Very well” was the angry response, as he 'who had pleaded turned toward the gate. “But mark my words, you’ll be’ sorry for tMs before these bushes here”_ brushing the low sprays sharply aside— “are out of bloom! Now* good byi’* Nancy, peering from behind a curtain aftef’ his retreating figure, cried, Per haps the soliloquy will tell why. “Well, it’s all over between us now, any way. It’s his fault, too. He’d no business to take any one to the May dance 1 cou ^ u ’ t £°- I shouldn’t wonder 2' £SS rthd he’ll crow over me finely. He’ll try to make me jealous.” Here Nancy had a 5 pasm of crying. “See if I won’t make bil P, J ealous first!” ,»«„*, C’.M in a jaunty blue dress that set off well her creamy cheeks, complexion, dark curls and tinted she started for the town. The ___ Smctoriie prllZusvow of buildings opposite the hotel, one of which ■’ w as occupied by Dr. Aliles Gray, But the face of the building was blank and the surgery blinds lowered; so, with brpith^NTW breath, Nancy went cxc f awn on f to 0 the -’ 1 under Postoffice, her where, getting no letter, she turned dis contentedly toward home, Tlie Fates forbade her. She had not ® before c ® om Pjjsh«l the hghfc n roll quarter of wheels of the made distance turn her head her and start perceptibly, In a moment more young Dr. G«y, whose natt y phaston was the envy of all the men, and whose fascinating smile had won tlle hearts of all the women, had dra w n VP his horse at her side, had leaped !!!■' and T ? ad ^ a f e d eagerly, of driving ° P easure you home?” The color brightened in Nancy’s cheeks, the light in her eyes, as she as sen tod with a charming smile; and in a the road > and the blue*ribbons'were blown against . the doctor’s shoulder. Dr. Gray was young, handsome, not deficient in brains, with private income to P reveat .Ui m from being tragic ally earnest in lus profession, and very much in love with the coquettish bit of womanhood by his side. As for Nancy, g hc was a little afraid of the gray eyes ? hat coldd b N quizzical as well as admir cu^the corners oTtt blaclmSehe! But Nancy was without a lover just then, toe doctor was a “catch,” and so she laughed and chattered as the bay horse trotted along. The farm-house came in sight too soon, and the doctor stopped midway in a speech to inquire, “won’t you take a longer ride? It’s such a beautiful after noon!” Nancy, demurred, as in duty bound. “I—don’t know. I think it must be —almost tea-time.” The doctor laughed and held his watch before her. It was precisely 4. “Qbf well then”-began Nancy somewhat confused. “But ain’t these your “Confound visiting hours?" mented the doctor my visiting hours!” com to himself. Aloud he said: “I’m sometimes obliged to break through ^ my hours. I am going now to see a—-patient on the outskirts of the town. ’ So they drove The on. in “patient” could hardly have been a critical state! The doctor, leaning back in the carriage, let. t-lie reins lie loose on the horse’s back as they paced slowly the on thiougn the shady wood roads, while warm breeze fluttered light curls across Nancy’s arch black eyes, and the blue silk parasol had to be held up to keep doctor the sun from her rosebud of a face. Tho had a lurking fear that Nancy LINCOLNTON , GEORGIA, FRIDAY, AUGUST 30, 1889. was rustic and ignorant; but ah! she was so pretty I How far they rode in this lazy way, wholly wrapped in conversation, is not known. How far they would have ridden is uncertain, if Nancy had not sent a mis¬ chievous glance straight into the gray eyes and inquired: “Why, where does that patient of yours live?" The doctor laughed frankly, coloring nevertheless. “I see you understand the ‘ways that are dark and the. tricks that are vain’ pretty well, Miss Nancy. And now I don’t dare to- tell you what I was going to do before yofijjpoke.” “What wak it?" queried Nancy, curi¬ ous and conscious. “It was,” said the doctor, bending his own face closer to the curl-shaded one at Us own side, “that I wish I had the right to keep you with me always. Miss Nancy, *ill you look at me—will you let me?” Nancy turned her face away. “You do not answer me, Nancy,” urged the doctor. Still she remained silent. The doctor was perplexed: He was not used to deal with young ladies who could not find words to say ay or nay. If the truth must be told, his greatest difficulty in Ms flirtations with the softer sex was to find the measure of their tongues, and to keep them within the limits of “becoming mirth” when he made myriads of them blush by popping the question in that crafty way wMch ex¬ presses a great deal and yet means so very little. “Come, pet,” he urged, this time tak¬ ing Nancy’s delicate little hand within his own, and giving the keenest of keen glances direct into her glittering orbs, which were strangely excited in the in¬ tensity of their fire and restlessness. Nelly was suffering from what novelists call a revulsion of feeling, and moralists a twinge of conscience. Her heart mis¬ gave itself, and her better nature told her, in trumpet tones, that she was play¬ ing false to the dearest interests of her own impulses. It was this silent but powerful monitor which kept her in a state of complete be¬ wilderment^ which she dared not eom mit herself on the instant to a word, even, wMch might not be recalled in the future. Her hand felt a tender press from the doctor’s. Aluch against her will—she forced herself to do it—she returned it and leaned her head on Ms shoulder, drawing at the same time a long, melan¬ choly sigh. “Silence gives consent,” muttered Dr. Gray to himself. He had no notion what was passing iu Nelly’s mind. He could not read her soul in her eyes, even were he a physiognomist, since they were fixed on the ground, and defied all his efforts to attract them upward, It was to her a moment of bitter reflection, wMch pride and self-esteem stifled on the instant. It was well thii the doctor did not guess why, amfdst -Nancy’s bright filled blushes, ivitli her lips, quivorijd and her eyes tears. She had made up her mind to accept the doctor; but in this decisive moment tlie thought of John Armitage sent a pang, cruel in intensity, through her heart. Then came the memory of their yesterday’s quarrel, and Nancy faltered, with a struggling smile: “I—I don’t know.” She did know when, in the late twilight, she and the doctor walked to¬ gether in the dusky sitting-room at homo, where her father was dozing nud her thsir mother knitting, to ask their consent and blessing. “Dear me!" said the good farmer, rub¬ bing his eyes. “Two such pieces of news iu one day’s curious hereabout. I heard only an hour since that Johnnie Armitage is a-goin’ to Australia to farm on his own acconnt. Nancy I thought, too, that he and fancied each other, but here she’s wantin’ to marry another man. It’s curi¬ ous 1” Nancy had taken her hand from the doctor’s arm and had sat down iu the window. She heard, mistily, comments and congratulations; she answered ques¬ tions, laughed at jokes. She walked down to the gate with the doctor when he left, and stood there under the lilacs, his arm about her,replying to his tender talk; but wheu he, was gone, leaving a farewell kiss on her lips, she rushed upstairs, and threw herself on the bed in a perfect agony of sobbing that she could hardly stifle in the pillow. The story of the next week is hack¬ neyed. Such happenings are too com¬ mon. . Nancy came and went like a ghost of herself; but the' whole town was gossiping hefcevidences over her engagement, and of trouble were ascribed to the “queerness of a girl just engaged.” Old Airs. Armitage ran over one after¬ noon to tell the Evanses that John going on Alonday, and she hoped he would manage to call aqd bid them good by ; and cried because her pet son was going away, and was cool and sharp to Nancy, evidently suspectiug that she was the cause. Peshaps light natures suffer most over¬ whelmingly. Often in the beautiful June days Nancy, all alone, in some shadowy, grassy place, with sunbeams shimmering dim, above, would wonder in a childish way if she would not “die when John went.” Only one hope was left: .John was coming to say good-by. Oh, if she could only let him know how it really was! But how could she? and she would look down despairingly at the little gold circlet on her linger. Sunday afternoon John finally came. Nancy, sitting in the parlor with the doctor, caught a glimpse of the weil Kuown figure at the gate under the lilacs again. For a moment the room whirled round and she was deathly white; then she rose mechanically, saying that she bid Mr. Armitage good-by, and went out to the doorway, where John was greeting her parents and warding off the Newfoundland with a laugh. “Yes,” ho was replying as Nancy up, “they say there’s a pretty*good chance out there for a young fellow with health and energy—How do you do, Miss Nancy?—and I’ve always been enter »risin«; so I mean to try it,” pieces _ Nancy stood pulling the rose vines in while for half an hour the others talked crops, politics and prospects. She could not have spoken for her life,though she longed to speak as a condemned criminal longs to asks mercy. Not once did John turn his obstinate auburn head to look at or speak to her—and at last he rose while to go. He interrupted himself, lands, detailing “Good-by” particulars about grazing to say while he just touched her hand. If he had looked at her, the miserable, pathetic look of ap¬ peal on her cMldish face would have gone straight to his heart. But he did not dare to look, and turning away abruptly, walked down the garden path with the garrulous old farmer hobbling by his side. Nancy had just time to escape her mother’s eye by running up the stairs. She did not faint; but Heaven forbid that girls should often know such misery as she suffered then! When she at last joined the doctor, as in duty bound, the stunned look on her face was pitiful. “She was not well,” she said, in answer to his alarmed queries.” It was Nancy who proposed that they should go to church that evening. In the corner of the high old pew, with her veil hiding her face, she could at least be quiet, and one more hour of effort would have been insupportable. Mrs. Armitage was alone in her pew and cried silently all through the senuce. Nancy’s heart so went out to the poor woman that when they met in the aisle she pressed hex hand impulsively, saying in a quick whis¬ per, “3Irs. Armitage, I am sorry for you!” “I don’t want any of your sorrow!" was the sharp response. “It's fine tc talk, but you and I know well enough who’s the cause of it all. One word from you would stop it now if you were ‘sorry' enough!” Poor Nancy! The clock was on the stroke of 11 that night when her lovei (the doctor) finally took his leave, and she was free to pace the moonlit sitting room from end to end with set lips and wide, glittering eyes, ghe did not cry. She felt as if she was going crazy, and in her desperation she did not care if she did. Hour after hour passed, and still she paced there, till her rigid face showed wbitely in the first faint gray of morning. “Oh, would he go?—could he go?— would nothing happen to stop him?” Scarcely knowing what she was doing Nancy, hatless, slipped through the door, and trailing her dainty blue skirt through the grass ran across the fields to the Armitages’. It was all still, and dark, and dewy-, She heard the town clock strike 3 as sh< paused on the outskirts of the old-fash¬ ioned flower-garden behind the house, and shrank behind a hedge of blossomy lilacs, whose .potent odor sickened her. Suddenly she saw him for whom she watched quickly approach the spot, and he stood with folded arms looking down at her a moment before his amazement found vent in the exclamation, “Nancy!” He had never seen such utter abandon and agony of shame as that with which the poor little maiden hid her face and cowered in the wet grass, with the cry, “Oh, what shall Ido? Don’t speak to me! Go away!” and burst into a storm of tears. For answer ho gathered the little wet figure in his arms, smoothed the tum¬ bled curls, tried to warm the icy hands, and did not dare to question, while he soothed her in his tenderest way. “Take me home,” said Nancy, as soon as she found strength to speak at all. “I shall do no such thing,” was the decided answer, as John’s disengaged hand lifted her face so that he could see it, “till you tell me why you came. Nancy, I couldn’t help hoping "make a little when I saw you here. Don’t me give it up! I thought my pride would support me through anything, but I am afraid it won't,” he ended sadly. “I’m so glad it won’t,” breathed Nan¬ cy, in tones of heartfelt relief. “But somebody’ll see us. Take me home, John, and I’ll tell you all about it.” How different seemed the way home, with John at lier side. But Nancy was in no hurry to “tell all about it.” She i only said, nervously, holding John’s j hand in hers: “Promise me you won’t i go away!” ! “Ah, but I want another promise first.” Nancy looked back at the plumy | hedge, whose shelter they had left, and 1 said, with a half smile: “Y’ou see the j lilacs ain’t out of bloom yet, John, and 1 am—sorry, as you said I’d be!” “And the doctor?” asks the critical reader. Ah, Nancy-is no model of maiden hood. She is only a faulty young girl, erring, and loving,’and suffering, play- : 1 ing her part in one of the tragedies that are played everywhere in the springs and autumns, in the time of snow-drifts at well as in the time of lilacs .—New York World. Making Castor t Oil. The process of manufacturing the oil is very simple. The beans are ground uphue and put « horsehair bags. In this shape they are crushed under a pow erful press, giving out m oil about one third of their weight. 1 lie dry pulp, ; calied “pumice, is sold for fertilizing j The oil is filtered and finally bleached, if i for medical use, by exposure to the sun s | rays under glass. The amount of castor l oil employed for medicine, however, is ! trifling compared to crafts. the quantity con- j | sumed in mechanical For lubri- j eating leather it is uuequaled, while its properties as an “alizarine assistant” are : incomparable. Alazarine is an element j found m coal tar, from which all the « brilliant “madder-colors ’are obtained by j chemical means. These coal tar tints are used for printing textile fabrics, with an I of castor oil to make their ■ working easier. , j In India castor oil is used for burning i lamps. The art of making it from the ! beans is of recent discovery. The an- J were accustomed to administer the seeds whole for medicine. At firstheat j employed in the crushing of the beans, but this injured the quality of the ; oil, while during the process a volatile : principle escaped, irritating that the - so workmen were compelled to wear pro testing masks —Washington Star. BUDGET OF FUN. HUMOROUS SKETCHES FROM VARIOUS SOURCES. But a Moment—Knew What He ed—Fully Answered—A Thought- - ful Agent—True Generosity— Taken at Her Word,'Etc. I saw her but a moment * Beneath the apple tree, There wag no one to listen No eyes were there to see. I heard her soft voice singing Her song was one of love: Her bright eyes seemed to borrow light from the stars above. I saw her but a moment, • Aa ’neath the . tree dm. sat; ■ I threw a poker at her— (She was my neighbor’s cat). Pick-Me-Up. KNEW WHAT HE WASTED. “Is there anything I can do for you?” asked Sirs. Cumso tenderly, when her husband was suffering from seasickness. “What do you want?” “I want the earth,” gasped Cumso, as he again leaned over the rail .—New Bun. FULLY ANSWERED. Teacher—“Who can giveme the of three animals that live in Africa?” Little Harry—“I can, sir.” Teacher—“Very well, do so.” Little Harry—“Two monkeys and parrot.” A THOUGHTFUL AGENT. Mrs. Younghusband—‘ ‘This girl is too young for a nurse. She is hardly taller than thebaby itself.” Madame O’Rourke (of the Continental Employment Agency)—“Sure then, mad¬ am, if she drops the baby it won't have so far to fall .”—Fliegende Blaetter. TRUE GENEROSITY. Airs. Blinkers—“Well, did you go to the doctor to see about that bee sting on little Johnny?” Air. Blinkers—“Yes, he said we should put mud on it. He charged me two dol¬ lars for the prescription, but he gave me the mud for nothing.” — New York 'Weekly. TAKEN AT HE R WORD. . “And Oh, Uncle Silas, I had such a lovely time last summer. Four other Vassar girls and myself took a tramp P through the Catskills.” “Um-m-m 1 But do you believe, beth, that the tramp enjoyed it?”— Time. * • AFTER THE QUARREL. Alother—“Now,girls,as you’ve finished your daily quarrel, .suppose you go and eat some dinner.” Arabella (sarcastically)—“Oh, I sup¬ pose you want us to swallow our feud.” —Life. NEGLECTING HIS DUTY, t ‘I tMnk the man in the moon must be sick or lazy,” said Johnny Traddles one dark moonless night.” “Why, my boy?” asked his mother. “Because he hasn’t lit her up to-night. ” —Bazar. DECIDEDLY REALISTIC. Airs. Flippermore (to watchmaker who knows but little about gems)—“Air. Fixom, I have a very fine catseye. How would you advise me to have it set?” Air. Fixom—‘ ‘I would fix it on a little mouse.”— Jewelers’ Weekly. SIMPLE ARITHMETIC. “What is the difference between these ten-cent cigars and this twenty-five cent brand?” asked an innocent customer of the honest dealer. “Fifteen cents, sir,” said the honest dealer, with a sigh .—Soinercille Journal. WITHOUT CHANGE. Louis.” Tramp—“Gimme er ticket fer St. ”” Ticket Agent—‘ ‘Where’s ?” Tramp—“I your money ain’t seed er cent fer er munth.” Ticket Agent—“Pass on then; don’t keep people waiting. I don’t give out tickets unless they are paid for.” Tram}:—“Then whudder yer keep that Agu up fur, ‘Ter all P’ints West an’ Sout’ Widout Change?’ "—Town Topics. - circumstances alter cases. Prudish and Homely Sister—“Y’ou ought not look in the mirror so much. It gives one the idea that you are vain. I never do it as much as you.” Pretty Sister “I wouldn’t either, if I were in your place. I don’t like to Mortify myself.” __’ Yankee Blade a paying JOB. “Who is that fellow I saw 3 vou speaking 1 3 with? „ “ 0 h. ’ ^d that is Brown- splendid c 0 S a big to kry.” “What’s his business?” „ He is head establishment.’’-^ston cutter in Snipper’s misfit wlori Tran ^ F _ Outcast—“Please, mum, could you ^ ^ e 'P an elevator unfortunate and laid man who for six was caught Old an Lady—“Poor up here’s months?” dollar man; a A 08 ;, Hcw you happen to get ca ”S“*\ doll ^Thepohce - wuz tc> o quick 7*° for |ne, ^ ar— Time. mum. — ~ ' NO hero. ' “Grandpa,” asked Georgie, who fond ly believed his aged grandparent was a Revolutionary hero, “how many British ers did you kill?” “Oh, about seventy-five,” replied the old “Pbh! man, desiring to humor the boy. what was the matter with you? were you too tired to fight?”— Bazar. - en famille. tfo Visitor-r-'fOh, Aliss Smith, what can the matter? Hear those fiendish yells 9 j laughter in the next room.” Miss 8.—“That’s my brother; he’s a poet; he is reading ids tragic verse.” Visitor—“But the" laughter?” Miss S.—“That's my younger brother, listening to it.”— Epoch. * WHAT THEY WERE DOESO. First Barnstormer—“Don’t them jays never get enough of a good thing? Pd think that' after the curtain had been down ten minutes they would know enough to let up on their applause.” Second Barnstormer (who had been there before)—“You sucker, they ain’t applauffing, they’re killing mosquitoes.” gaatsgj. 5G OF THE TROUBLE. # Fplice Judge—“Did you see the be ginning of this trouble?” Witness—“Yes, sir; I saw the very commencement. It was about two years ago.” Police Judge—“Two years ago?” Witness—“Yes, sir. The minister said, ‘Will you take this man to be your lawful husband?’ and she said, ‘I will. 9 97 —Nebraska State Journal. VERY VICE. Visitor—“How are the young couple coming on?” Mother-in-law — “Splendidly, Just think of it. My son-in-law has got a position in a dynamite factory with a salary of .$75 a week, and if begets blown up my daughter Laura gets $6000 dam¬ ages. Can you imagine anything nicer?” — Siftings. WOULD BE BOLDER NEXT TIME. Bloodgood—“I understand that Brown was married yesterday. ’’ Poseyboy—“Yes; I was there.’’ ding, Bloodgood—“Rather of a quiet wed¬ wasn't it?” bride Poseyboy—“Decidedly! and Both the groom were so scared that they could hardly speak above a.whisper.”_ Burlington Free Press. A SAD ALTERNATIVE. heaven Daughter sake, (her Charlie, father a here dentist)—“For s comes my father! If he finds us together we are lost.” Charlie—“What shall Ido?" “Either ask for my hand in marriage,, or else sit down in this chair and let him pull a couple of teeth to disarm suspicion.” — Siftings. e l ighted j f T t-., Et ^ e }_‘'f 1 c . 1B P e er b ] ig ^ ted Callow, „ ,, 0Te 1 must to a passionate t and finely strung : a fearful and maddenlng ex ’ ' Cholly Callow—“I—w—think, Miss Ethel, that a—w—feller ought to get fat on it, doncher know.” “Fat? How ridiculous! Why?” ‘ ‘Because, he—aw—increases. in sighs, doncher know. ” She never spoke sifter that.— Time. A GOOD KICKER. Well, sir,” said the old gentleman,•in¬ dignantly, ‘ ‘what ara- you doing around here again? I thought the delicate hint I gave iast you just as you left the front door night would give you to understand that I don't like you very well.” And the speaker looked at Ms boot in a remin¬ iscent Way. “It did,” said the young man,as a look of mingled pain and admiration came over his face. “But I thought I would come and ask you-” “Ask me what?” “If you wouldn't like to join our foot¬ ball association ?”—Boston Beacon. an rxisuAL expedient, Dashley—“Queer things people dis cover when they are living at boarding houses. At dinner at my boarding house, yesterday, I stuck my fork into a piece of pie and brought up a collar but ton that I lost a week ago.” Snaggs—“That s notMng. I lifted off the top of my peach pie at my board ing house, yesterday, and what do you suppose-there was in it?” Dashley-—“I give it up. A silk um brella, perhaps. Snaggs—“No^r; Dashley (increwalously)—“Aw, peaches.” whal arc you giving meU^-fJosfwn Beacon. - thought the tianist was executed, “Well,” said Uncle Hiram, who used to belong to a singing club in his early 1 days, “I never heard a woman Boston" plav like that woman we heard in that night. It was just awful. My ears ache even now.” i “Yes.” replied Ms nephew; “she was ■ rather loud, that’s a fact. But then her j execution-” “George!” exclaimed the old gentle mall > as Ue seized Ms nephew by the arm, “von don’t mean to say that they went so far as that? Well, ’tisn’t for me to judge them. I only heard her once. It seems terrible—a woman, too; but then they had to listen to her every night. And they won’t have to hear her again. Per Gaps it is all for the best, George.” Boston Transcript. ' -• . no clothes nor cold, victuals. Au oW fanner ueu Castile not only keeps five or six dogs as a protection against tramps but he owns a bull which better fun than ' to give a *w war( q One dav last ‘" t h makinsr £3 short W»J^ld „ nrin w 0 iThtteluSl was a buU rus hing for him like a wild lo eomot j ve . He had about fifteen rods to ^thirty, .,•« to reach an apple treq,-while the bull aud the tramp got there first. j t was lucky he did, for the whole pack 0 f ( ] 0 gs made a spring '’the for his heels as they tt ? ere drawn U p off grass. He sat ‘there on a limb, the bull pawing and r oarin<>- and the dogs barking came^dowD and-growl j n g,.and presently the farmer alongside the fence and called out: “Say, you!” “Yes.” uala?”" “Want: any old clothes or cold vict ' u N0) j g 01 p fc waut but one thing on earth ” j eplicd the tramp. ' “What's that?” “Lend me yer balloon and ticket me for Pennsylvania.”—Now York Sun. - Subscription: $1.25 in AdTasce. OKRBXAOW. ** - — > She wanders up and down the main Without a master, nowhere bound; ; . The currents'tart: her round sodround, Her track is like a tangled «kein^ , And never helmsman by his cba<% So strange a way as hers mey rteev To enter port or to depart - J For any harbor, far or neaa The waters clamor at her ride* The winds ary through-her cojdagtftotn. The last sail hangs, to tatters worm Upon the waves the vessel ridea This way or that, as winds may SUSi, In ghastly dance, when airs blow halm, Or held in deep lethargic-calm, Or fury hunted, wild, adrift. When south winds blow, does she recall Spices and golden fruit in store? Or north winds met off Labrador, The iceberg's iridescent wall? Or east, the isles of Indian seas? Or west, new ports and sails unfurled? Her voyages all around the world To mock her with old memories? For her no lighthouse sheds a ray Of crimson warning from its tower; *" No watchers wait in hope the hour To greet her coming up the bay; No trumpet speaks her, hearty, hoarse; Or if a Captain hail at first, He sees her for a thing accurst, And turns his own ship from her course. Alone in desperate liberty She forges on; and how she fares No man alive inquires cares f. or < Though she were sunk beneath the sea. Her helm obeys no firm control, She drifts, a prey for storms to take, For sands to clutch, for rocks to bren.fr, A ship condemned, like a lost soul. —Portland Transcript. PITH AND POINT. ---- - Paradoxical—Calling tapirdocuments “briefs." Has an attachment for his victim— The constable. Game law—The unwritten law that governs a game. Many fine dinners are served in a course way.— Picayune. A business that has its ups and downs—The drivers. ' The who wife can retain a sure hold upon her husband’s heart will never have occasion to take a grip on Ms hair.— Omaha Bee. “Miss Flyte, do you think Miss Giggle is laughing at me?” “I can’t say, Air. Softleigh. She often laughs at almost nothing .”—The Epoch. He lifts his soul in grateful praise Because there is no ice, But later in the season he Will also lift the price. —Boston Courier. The following advertisement recently appeared in a Western paper: “A middle aged industrious, woman, who is capable, honest and but as homely as a stone fence, wants work.” Tom—“Hello, Tagg. What’s that sign on your front door for: ‘No Ad¬ mittance Except on Business?’ ” Tagg— “There have been so many young men calling on my daughters, and their visits have been so fruitless that I have adopted ihis means to reduce the surplus.”— Fankce Blade. m A Skinless Boy. William Crawford, the son of known tug captain of that nmBe/uied the other afternoon in Chicago. He bled to death at the nose, but had lost so much blood previously that the hem¬ orrhage from the nose was not great. Young Crawford, who was but tweatY two years of age, v;as peculiarly efflietea. He had but one skin. Which is to say that he had no outer skin at all. The veins stood out all over Ms body in the plainest manner possible. From the time he was six years of age young Crawford had been subject to bleeding spells, which were liable to break out at any time and in any part of his body. He lost vast quantities of blood itQtois way, an( j was afraid to take any sort'of exer cise at all, for fear of starting the bleedf ing afresh. For the past two weeks the young man had beeu confined to his bed, being too weak to sit up, even, and bleeding at the nose having set in he soon passed away. Physicians were sent for from various cities in the East, but they could do nothing for him. Anew skin could not be grafted on, and it was but a question of a short time until the patient would bleed to death.— New York Toumai. Watchmakers’ “ 8 a ““ »ewers Ferns, P«ril a Watchmakers who-do the repairing have the nail on the right, thumb tMck eucd and scaly from their manner of opening watches.. The nails on the toumb and index finger of the left hand show at the point where they approach each other, “in order to hold delicate pieces, ’ a worn appearance and almost complete destruction is produced bj the constant rubbing of the file Seam stuffs they sometimes poisoned by the work upon. Alanv instances f' aVe ocaurred °\ arseuical | oiso “ ng LW jko sewed green goods,-which is c ^ red ™ th apical salts. A physician of Boston found 8.21 grams of it in one s q uare foot °\. S°f s ' ltcbla g eczematous eruption, has been produced ^ tissues colored with bright analine eS- —Washington Star. ----- Best Tree for Smoky Cities, The Gardeners’ Chronicle says that the ginkgo tree is proving itself one of the . best tr ees for street-planting in smoky cities, thriving in the most impure atmospheres, and having as yet been dis- at tacked by no insect or fungous have case. In this country, so far as we learned, no extensive use has beeu made • of the gingko as a street tree except in Washington, where of course it is not subjected to the test of an atmosphere impregnated with smoke. If it is, in¬ deed- 8ble t0 withstand the most un favorable conditions, it might be more generally adopted,- for it, grows rapidly, sba P° we ^ adapts it for association with architectural forms, and the peculiar character of its foliage always makes tt interesting to the popular eye.