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THE LINCOLNTON NEWS. VOLUME VII. NUMBER 49. New York wants imprisonment for debt ibolished. Sensational rumors of a general die armament pervade European diplomatic circles. The battle against the desecration of the Sabbath continues to rage furiously in England. Property along the proposed route of the Nicaragua Canal is advancing in value very rapidly., Daniel Drawbaugh, of Pennsylvania, lias resolved to carry his claim of being the discoverer of the telephone before Congress. The steady rise of workingmen’s wages now going on in Great Britain is so gen eral, declares the New Orleans Picayune, as to attract attention. Buenos Ayres, Argentine Republic, and the surrounding pampas seem just now an earthly paradise for horse fanciers and horse breeders, where money is lit¬ erally no object, so long as the right ani¬ mal be secured by its means. The preachers took a very prominent part iu the constitution making in South Dakota. In the convention were six preachers (three Methodists and three Coiigregationalists) and they were nearly all chairmen of important committees. There was a recent case to confirm the rule of the English law that persons get¬ ting their hands crushed by the slam¬ ming of railway carriage doors cannot re¬ cover damages. The doois areftneant to be shut, and passengers must look out foi them. The English language is' pervading the earth. Most of the large cities of Eu¬ rope, and many small ones, now have their English newspaper. Nice, Dres¬ den, Munich, Berlin, Paris, Rome, Na¬ ples, Geneva and many others have one or two. i Says the Chicago Times: “We are largely indebted to Grass, Gall, Hairy Chin, Red Fish, and Four Clams for the signing of the treaty filching 11,000,000 acres of land from the Indians. These braves talked the common herd into letting their hold their " go on reserva tion.” A quarter of a century ago most of our paper was manufactured abroad. Now we manufacture for our own markets, im¬ port hardly any, and export some to Aus¬ tralia, Mexico and South America. Thriving towns have sprung up in con¬ nection with this industry in different States, and our farmers are thus able to sell vegetables and other farm products nearer home. An eminent cartographer declares that the map of Africa is changed by every mail. Fresh geographical news from the Dark Continent twice made necessary changes of parts of the great globe of the Paris Exhibition during its construction, and two years ago. some Belgian map makers were five times compelled to take from tbe press a large map of the Congo State for additions and corrections. Who ever heard of a cheese mine? Yet one has been discovered at Palmyra, Wis. It isn’t precisely a mine; in fact, being a large quantity of cheese which was bur¬ ied many years ago beneath a factory and there in some manner forgotten. It has just been discovered and the valuable product is being quarried out by the present owners of the factory. Spokane Falls, Washington, is recover¬ ing rapidly from the effects of the great fire. The chief baker of the city resumed business the day after the fire. Having no sign, he hoisted a pitchfork above the ridgepole of the “shack” he was living in, with a loaf of bread stuck on each tine. A tea merchant resumed business with similar expedition, although his en¬ tire outfit consisted only of two or three packages of tea, two or three sacks of coffee, a table, a mill and a pair of scales. ! The Now York Sun thinks that the ambition for self-improvement is indicated very forcibly by the circumstances that the population of Chautauqua, N. Y., or¬ dinarily 300,is increased during the season of study to 18,000 or 20,000, tho great majority of them, according to the New York Tribune's correspondent, being stu¬ dents. Besides these, something like 100,000 persons are pursuing the home course of study and reading established and supervised by the Chautauqua Assem bly.” __________ The Legislature of Minnesota has lost patience with “one Willard Glazier,” whose distressing attentions to the Father of Waters as sole discoverer of the fountain-head are well known. It has passed*au act fixing the name of Elk Lake, situated in Beitrami County, and warning all publishers that “no edition of any school geography, published sub¬ sequently to January 1, 1890,” which gives Glazier’s name to that lake, or any name but Elk, “shall be used in the schools of this State.” DEVOTED TO THE INTEREST OF LINCOLN COUNTY. A, SONG OF DAYS. 0 radiant summer day, Whose air, sweet air, steals on from flower to flower! Couldst thou not yield one hour Whence the glad heart says “This alone is ; May?” O passionate earthly love, Whose tremulous pulse beats on to life’s "■ best boon, Couldst thou not give one noon, One noon of noons, all other bliss above? O solemn human life, Whose nobler longings bid all conflicts cease! Grant us one day’s deep peace Beyond the utmost rumor of all strife. For if no joy can stay, Ret it at least yield one consummate bloom, Or else there is no room To And delight in love, or life, or May. ROMANCE OF A TINTYPE BY CHARLOTTE ROGERS. Two young ladies were seated on the porch of the “States” at Saratoga. Each had tipped her parasol over her nose at just the right angle to cast a becoming shadow and neither was at all interested in the book she held before her. closed Presently one of them, Miss Benton, her book and yawned—not a man was in sight. Then she got up and shook out all the little frills and ribbons on her gown while Miss Miller watched her with lazy interest. minutes,” /‘I Gave been she wishing for the last ten said, when the ribbons were adjusted to her liking, “that there was some way of preserving our good times. To condense and can them, for instance, as we do peaches. Now, this summer has been perfect; but it has gone almost as completely as if it had never been. 4 ‘How delightful, ” she went on dream¬ ily, “it would be to reproduce it some winter evening, as one does the peaches.” “As far as I can make out,” said Miss Miller, “you want to eat your cake and keep it too.” “I have nothing left of the summer but memories,” continued Miss Benton, pa¬ ing. thetically, “and they are so unsatisfy¬ ” “Do you mean to say,” cried her friend, leaning forward with tragically mock earnestness, “that you haven’t____ even a without tintype? No girl ever leSst passes a summer “Come,” collecting at one tintype.” "with she said, springing up sudden energy, as Miss Benton shook her head, “we’ll go at once and have ours taken. " I’ll give you mine and you shall give me yours. I couldn’t bear to think, when I part from you to-morrow, that I had left you without the comfort of a tintype.” So they sauntered slowly up the street, till stopping to look in the shop windows, boards they came to a kind of tent made of and canvass. On the outside of it hung a frame filled with tintypes of all the people who, during themselves the summer, had sighed to see as others saw them. Miss Miller stopped to inspect these with interest. likenesses,” “They look like they might be good she said, “only the people seem to have been very bad subjects. They backwoods.” are evidently excursionists from the When she entered, after an exhaustive survey of the productions of art outside, she found that Judith had already made arrangements with the young woman in charge to take their pictures. The young woman produced a young man with very thin legs and a very large head, which made him strongly resemble a carricature, who in turn produced a camera and seated them in front of it. ‘ ‘Look pleasant, ” persuasively. ‘ ‘Don’t move,” threateningly. Then he pulled off a little lid, walked leisurely to the door, ran back suddenly to clap the lid on and say with a flourish: “That’ll do, ladies; that’s all.” They got up feeling dazed and waited till the' young man returned from the next room. He came in on a run, as if he had been a long distance, and pre¬ sented them with four pieces of tin, from which they gazed fixedly back at themselves. Miss Benton looked rather pensive, as if she was still thinking of the unpre¬ served summer, but Judith was seated with her head to one side and a defiant expression that, for a tintype, was won¬ derfully captivating. They expressed themselves as well pleased; each bought one and walked off, leaving the other two on the counter. When they reached the hotel Miss Miller wrote on the back of hers: “To Katherine Benton, from Judith Miller, August, 1888.” Miss Benton wrote a similar but reversed inscription on hers; then they exchanged pictures an'd next day parted with many promises to visit each other during the winter. The morning they left, the tintype man coming into his shop found their pictures on the counter and remarking that they were good specimens went outside and abstracted two of the excursionits from the frame. The void thus made he filled with Miss Miller and Miss Benton. Mr. Stephen Howard had been spend¬ ing a month canoeing among the Thou¬ sand Islands. Business called him back to New York, but he had still a few days to spare, and he determined to spend them at Saratoga. He was rather a fine-looking specimen of humanity, with a comfortable income and plenty of brains. Partly Bohemian inriiis tastes and partly a society man— a combination, his lady friends declared, which made him extremely interesting. The proper thing to do at Saratoga is to go before breakfast to the spring you consider the least disagreeable, or the most beneficial, and imbibe. If you are a constant patron of this place of many waters you will have your favorite spring, which you are willing to maintain with your life, is superior to all the others. Conversation never flags at Saratoga for this reason. Each one is fighting HowwsL for his or her being favorite. habitue, Mr. n.ot a fol.- LINCOLNTON, GEORGIA. FRIDAY. OCTOBER 11, 1889. lowed the crowd, and then strolled up the street to look about him. In due time he came to the board tent and the frame of tintypes. He stopped to look at them and began whimsically wondering if they appeared as pictures, commonplace in real life ae. in their or where they came from, what were their histories, where they had gone to. As his eyes traveled slowly down the frame he started to find Katherine Ben¬ ton gazing pensively back at him. “How in the world,” he murmured, addressing here? the pictures, “did you get You and your friend in your stylish atttre spoil the monotonous effect produced by your neighbors. I like to see things harmonious, and I will rescue you, Miss BentoD, from your present conspicuous position.” _ On coming out of the shop he met some friends, slipped the tintypes into his pocket and thought no more about them till he was seated in the train next dav. After he had read the morning papers, tried to take a nap and been disturbed by, the baby, in the next seat behind pound¬ ing him on the head, he dug his hands moodily into his pockets and looked straight before him. Something with a sharp edge cut his finger; then he remembered the tintypes. “It’s very good for Katherine,” he re¬ flected, “I’ll ask her to let me keep it I see her. I wonder who the other girl is—she’s remarkably pretty.” The face was full of possibilities and he went on building up a history for it till suddenly aroused from his reverie by an exciting conversation carried on be¬ hind him in piercing whispers. The baby had long since disappeared and two ladies had taken its place. “Good heavens! Betty, where do you suppose he got it. I never laid eyes on the creature before in my life, and there he sits gazing at my picture as if wc were old friends.” At this nothing short of a superhuman efiort prevented Mr. Howard from turning round. With wonderful self-control he remained quiet and waited for further developments. Betty murmured something soothing and then the irate maiden began again: “I wish I could get a good look at him. _ He looks like a gentleman, doesn’t he, Bett?—at least his back does. But the idea of a strange man having my pic¬ ture is simply unbearable.” “I should think it would be the fact you minded,” Betty mildly suggested, “not the idea. Besides, he need never know it is your picture unless you talk so loud he hears you.” “I suppose they imagine I’m deaf,” thought Mr. Howard. ‘ ‘Betty, I must thick get a good look at him. I’ll tie on this blue veil to walk down the car to get some water.” A short pause and then a young lady of medium height and good figure walked sedately past. After she was again seated she delivered her opinion. “He’s not exactly good-looking,Betty, but evidently a gentleman.” Both were silent for about ten min¬ utes and then his fair unknown began again: “This veil is simply suffocating; I must take it off. Betty, I’m going to put these shawls and bags up in the rack— they’re in the Way.” “Now,” thought Mr. Stephen Howard. “Now’s my chance.” He stood up at the same instant she did and offered his assistance. She accepted his help without a word and he was careful to show no signs of recognition. After that she held a long conversation with Betty too low for him to catch, but he heard her order the luggage to be sent to the Windsor Hotel and he had seen for himself that the tintype in no way did her justice—also that the name on her bag was Miller. As soon as Mr. Howard reached his room he sat down to think out the situa¬ tion. Obviously the thing for him to do was to return the tintype. But how? To^Jje sure, now that he knew her name ne could leave it at the hotel for her; but then he was distinctly conscious of a desire to give it to her himself. After a while this desire changed and he felt he would much rather know her and ask her to let him keep it. This he determined to do, and after hard thought sent the following tele¬ gram to Miss Benton, whose journeying, he discovered while at Saratoga, had taken her to Newport: To Miss Katherine Benton, Riggs Cottage, Newport— Telegraph immediately me Miss an introduction to your friend Miller. Will write*ex planation. Stephen Howard. Bo nine o’ciock he received this un¬ swer: ToMr. Stephen Howard, Union Club, New Miss MiUer^allow me to present my friend, Mr. Stephen Howard. Katherine Benton. Armed with this telegram and the tin¬ type he at once started for the Widsor. The whole affair had been so like an adventure and so out of the common run that he almost dreaded to meet the girl for fear she would spoil all by proving stupid or uninteresting. She came in almost immediately with his card and the telegram in her hand. Of course she had no idea that Mr. Stephen Howard was the man who had possession of her picture, and, as she said afterward, it seemed as if she stood before him for a week gasping and say¬ ing: “Well!” In reality it was not five minutes be¬ fore they were both laughing and ex¬ plaining and interrupting each other to wonder at the strange course of events that had brought them together. “And the telegram,” she said, “was such a clever idea. Where did you get it?” “That’s a very unkind remark,” here plied. “Don’t you think I look capable of originating ‘such a clever idea?’ Evidently you don’t know me. That stroke of genius was evolved from my inner consciousness. 1 wanted to know you. Something had to be done at once, for you might leave town at. any moment. I rose to the emergency aud telegraphed.” Before lie left he found that she e*. pected to be in town a week. She and het aunt (presumably “Betty”) were waiting for some friends with whom they were going to White Sulphur. That her home was in Washington, and it was not till he reached his room that he remembered he had not returned the tintype. He sat up till late that night writing to Miss Benton. Dear Katherine— I am firmly convinced you should have been a soldier. You possess the very quality to make you shine in the profession I of arms—prompt obedience. can never sufficiently thank you for the way you answered my telegram have and I fully appreciate the effort it must cost you not to have first wired: “Why do you want to know Miss Miller? When did you hear of her?” and a host of other questions. You see virture is always rewarded in the end, so I am writing at the very first mo¬ ment and in the middle of the night to grati fy Tho your curiosity. and while day after you left Saratoga I arrived, with ladyship—in strolling about tintype. came face to face You your a a" other unfortunates were hung out with specimens frame full of as of the high class of work done within the establishment. together Having pleased an idea with that you would position not be al¬ your if you knew of it, I rescued you and also one who seemed On to be a kindred "spirit. the train next day while gazing in rapt admiration at yourself and K. S., I became suddenly aware from certain indignant sounds behind me that no less a person than the original kindred spirit had the next seat back. I at once saw in this remarkable coinci¬ dence the finger of fate. The finger most em¬ phatically By pointed toward what an introduction. careful attention to was said be¬ hind me, I found that her name was Miller and her destination the Windsor. As soon as I arrived I sent you that remark¬ able telegram, and there, my dear Katherine, you have tho whole story up to date. No 1 The childlike simplicity of my nature will allow mo to conceal nothing, I have just spent two hours with her and I find her as the novels say, “all my fondest fancy painted,” pretty or in plain English, an extremely and attractive girl. Farewell. Now that I have given - you enough I material to build up a wonderful ro¬ mance will leave you to its construction. Blame Only don’t blame me if it never comes true. your kindred spirit. Yours truly, Stephen Howard. The next afternoon he took her driv¬ ing and he never remembered enjoying a drive so much. He told her the names of the people they passed and what they were noted for. Mostly men who were so rich they were obliged to stay in town all summer to look after their money. He noticed that all of them looked ad¬ miringly at the girl beside him, and it pleased him—he felt as if her beauty, in some way, reflected great credit on him¬ self. He made some excuse to see her every night and often in the daytime. The few New Yorkers she knew were out of town, so he had her all to himself. Alas, that good times should- end so quickly! One night when he.Galled he found his week of bliss was over. Aunt Betty informed him their friendf had ar¬ rived and they were to start Tot- the “White” in the morning. She hoped they would have the pleasure of seeing him in Washington next winter, which hope her niece.demurely echoed. Next day Mr. Howard found the city exceedingly hot and stupid. He left undone that which he ought to have done, and spent the morning at the club trying to extract amusement from the other loungers. About seven o’clock a brilliant idea occurred to him— “By Jove!” he exclaimed, “I’ve for¬ gotten to give her that tintype.” Two days after her arrival at the 4 ‘White” Miss Miller was standing on the hotel piazza, when she saw Stephen Howard, her embodied thought as it happened, slowly sauntering toward her with the air of having been there all summer. She fully expected him to say, “Why, when did you come?” just as first arri¬ vals always do to later ones. He only shook hands, however, and said “good morning,” as if his being there was the most natural thing in the world and re¬ quired no explanation. “Do you spend all your time planning surprises of various kinds for your friends,” she asked, “or am I specially favored?” “Now that is a very pretty compli¬ ment delicately conveyed,” he answered with a laugh. “I assure you, Miss Mil¬ ler, I appreciate it. It’s not every day I get told my presence is a special favor.” “I don’t think I meant to convey any such impression. Would you like me to show you some of the beauties of the place, now that you are here?” “If you mean the beauties of nature— the inanimate—nothing I should like better.” Nevertheless, by the time they bad reached the extreme end of the lawn they sat down by mutual consent under one of the trees. “It is pretty here,” she remarked. “It seems a pity to go any further.” A long silence followed, broken only by the sounds from the hotel, softened by the distance to a murmur. “Miss Miller,” he began abruptly, “I came down here to bring you back your tintype.” him in smiling She looked at astonish¬ ment. “That was very kind of you, but couldn’t you have mailed it? I am sorry you thought it necessary to take so much trouble.” Miss Miller, like the rest of her sex, was more or less of a hypocrite. He had laid the picture on the grass before him aud she held out her hand for it. He took no notice of the action. “I wonder if you would give it to me,” he said, “if I asked you for it? But I’m afraid the picture wouldn’t satisfy me now that I have known the original. I would like the picture as a surety of the reality. Do you think, Miss Miller, there is any chance of my longings evei being gratified? May I keep the pic¬ ture?” They were in full sight from the ho¬ tel, so from all appearances they might have been discussing the weather. But that night Katherine Benton at Newport received another startling telegram. It read as follows: Congratulate original of tintype. me. Lucky fellow. Have won 8. Howard. “Disgusting!” exclaimed Miss Benton as she tossed it from her. “He actually counted the words,”— Tort Mercury. BUDGET OF FUN~ HUMOROUS SKETCHES FROM VARIOUS SOURCES. A Tuneful Tragedy—Of Gentle Dis¬ position—A Long, Long, Weary Day—A Close Shave—Silence is Golden, Etc., Etc. Silvery Lily-throated. noted, Ctary-eyed Charming and golden-haired, The Anna, All the singer’s soprano, hearts ensnared. Long Sought the tenor Sought to win her. to win her for his bride. And the basso, With love’s lasso. Oft to snare the maiden tried. Tlie demeanor Of the tenor To the basso fri And the basso As he was so Much in love grew frigid too. Anna smiled on Both, which piled on To the mutual hatred fuel, Bo to win her Bass and tenor Swore they’d Sght a vocal duel. Shrieked the tenor, - Like a Vennor Cyclone howling Sang o'er the plain, To so high he outvie the Bass, he split his head in twain. Growled the basso Till he was so Low to hear him was a treat, Lower still he Went until he Split the soles of both his feet. Charming The Anna, Mourned week soprano. both her fellows, a for Then wed the Man who fed the Wind into the organ bellows. —Boston Courier. OP GENTLE DISPOSITION. , Lady , (to tramp)—“Poor man! You must have broken off many dear ties in your past life.” Tramp— 4 ‘No, marm, I stepped on 'em tenderly. ”— Epoch. A LONG, LONG, WEARY DAY. Gus—“What’s the matter, Jack? You look all worn out.” Jack—“I’ve been visiting a young couple with their first baby."— Sew York Weekly. A CLOSE SHAVE. Customer (in barber shop)—“Is the boss in?” Apnrentice—“No, sir. He is at home sick.” Customer—“Anything Apprentice—“Well, serious?" I shaved him yes¬ terday and the doctor says he is very weak from loss of blood .”—Lowell Citi¬ zen SILENCE IS GOLDEN, “Yes,” said Fenderson, “my new book has received golden opinions from all sorts of people.” Fogg—“Why, I thought the press of the countrv had been entirelv silent about it.” Fenderson—“That’s what I said. Si lence is golden, vou know .”—Boston Transcript. THE AVERAGE MAN. Wife—“You missed the baby greatly while we were away, didn't you?” Husband—“Y*es; couldn’t sleep at all for a while, till I put a saw horse and wheelbarrow in the bed, and hired a man to play an accordion in the room nights." —Memphis Avalanche. A CHEAP CURE FOR HUNGER. “I wish you would help me a little,” said the tramp. “I haven’t eaten any¬ thing for two days.” “H’m!” returned old Grinder. “I'm opposed to giving money promiscuously on the street, but if you take this string and tie it round you tightiy you won’t feel so empty.” CAUTIOUS. “Ted—“Are you going to call on that heiress this evening?” Ned—“No; not with this terrible cold?” Ted—“What difference does that make?” Ned—“Why, my boy, in these days an heiress isn't to be sneezed at.”— Harper's Bazar. ABLE TO PROTECT HIMSELF. There stood in the dock a big, burly artisan, a regular Hercules in point of stature, brought up o» a charge of assault with intent to do grievous bodily harm. “Prisoner,” said the Judge, “have you engaged any one to defend want'any vou?” “What’s that? I don’t one. Come on, any half-dozen of you !”—Her Amsterdammer. \ W A CRUEL GIRL.* • Mistress (a very kind-hearted one)— 4 ‘Did you drown the kittens as I di¬ rected, Marie?” Marie—“Oui, madame.” “Did you warm the water?” “Non, madame." “What! Do you mean to tell me that you drowned those poor little kittens in ice-cold water? You cruel girl!” AN ACTIVE SENSE. Teacher—“How do we tell if anything is sweet or sour?” Pupil—“By Teacher—“And the sense of taste.” how do you distin¬ guish colors?” Pupil—“Bv the sense of touch.” Teachfer—“You can’t feel colors, can you?” Pupil—“Yes; don’t you sometimes feel blue ?”—Omaha World-Herald. pride’s fall. •ramp— 1 ‘Please, mum, I uiu’t had no food lev three days. Can you give me something to. eat?” Mrs. Slimdiet #7 (haughtily)— 1 ‘My terms for booi'd are a week-” ing Tramp (straightening up)—“Begpard fer troublin’ ye, I didn’t know this was a boardin’-house. I ain’t hungry ’nough ter eat boardin’-house vittles. Good-day, mum .”—Sew Tort Weekly. INTERESTED IS CIS .JOURNEY. " “So, Sir. Hankinson, you are going on a tour of the world?” “Yes, Miss Whitesmith.” “And will you promise to write to me from every country you may visit.” “Promise? Ah, you know not how I will value the privilege. And you will really care to hear from me?” “Yes. I am collecting the postage stamps of all countries .”—London Tid¬ bits. - r PINK OP POLITENESS. x Polite Gentleman (to lady in front, at the concert)—“I beg your pardon, mad¬ am, but won’t you be kind enough to press that flower on top of vour hat, just a little?” Ladv—“Cc-rtainlv. There. Will that do?” “Yes, thank you. Now I can see the leading lady’s bangs very nicely. I wa3 wondering what color her hair was.”— Sew Tort Weekly. A BETTER SCHEME. “May I have the pleasure of accom¬ panying you on the straw ride, Miss Greene,” said the young man, hopefully; “your mother is going to chaperone the party.” She hesitated a minute before answer ing. “Don’t you think,” she replied at length, 4 -that if mamma is going as chap¬ erone it would be muck nicer to sit on the front piazza while mamma is away?”— Boston Beacon. WESTERN RAILROADING. “Speedwell!” yelled the Western rail¬ way superintendent to his assistant, “I see by these dispatches that the overland fiver No. 2 is snow-bound at North Fork." “Y"es, sir,” was the brisk reply. “I’ve ordered out the snow-plows.” “Very good. Telegraph the crew that as soon as they open the road I want them to carry a train load of snow to South Pass and dump it on the track. The rails there are melting with the heat .”—Sew York Weekly. HE WAS ENGAGED. Fond Lover—“Is your pa in, Addle?” Gentle Maiden—“Yes, but you may come in.” F. L.—“I don’t think he likes me, and he might-” G. M.—“There’s no need of being afraid: he is engaged.” F. L.—“Engaged is he?” G. M.—“Yes. He stayed out till after 12 last night and went off this morning without giving ma a chance to talk to him. She is talking to him now, and he won’t be in this part of the house for the next three hours. Come right in.”— Boston Courier. VINDICATION OF HIS HONOR. A couple of good natured Frenchmen got into a quarrel and challenged each other to fight. On the morning of the duel the 7 aud tlleir seconds tramped through the woods to the fatal spot, when one of the duellists, the challenging party, tripped and fell. His second helped him to his feet. “I hope you are not hurt?” said the other duellist. “I’m not much hurt; I only bumped my nose on the ground.” “Does it bleed?” “Yes, a little.” ‘ ‘Heaven be praised! Blood flows, and my honor is vindicated. Give me your hand, old boy ? - ’—London Tid-Bits. A GENTLE HINT. George was a bashful lover, He scarcely dared to touch his lady’s hand. He loved her well and she was worthy of his affection, for she was modest, in¬ telligent, sweet and loveable; but, like all good women, she yearned for the re¬ spectful caresses that are the evidences of a pure affection. She however yearned in vain. George worshipped her. He might kiss the hem of her garmet, but to kiss her lips or cheek, the very audacity of tbe thought made him tremble, They sat together by the sea looking out upon the track of the moon’s light which white winged yachts were crossing now and then: “ It was a witching hour, delight.” a scene For love and calm Suddenly she moved slightly away from him. “Please, George, don't do that,” she said. “What? he asked m genuine surprise, “Oh! you needn’t tell me,” she re plied. “You were waist, just going to put 3 'our arm around my and were go ia g to try and kiss me.” “Dear Arabella-” “Oh! you needn’t tell me no; you were going to do it. Well, after all, I suppose you aie not to blame. It is just what a lover would do to his sweetheart, and I suppose I must not be offended if you do it.” And George grasped the situation and did exactly what Arabella grinned supposed he would do, and the moon and the stars winked and the wavelets laughed, and a mosquito that was about to alight ou the maiden’s cheek flew away and set¬ tled on the nose of a widow who was sitting near the • band stand .—Boston . Courier. Over 300 Ways of Changing a Quarter. Very few people know how many different ways there are of changing a quarter of a dollar. According to a Philadelphia man who had more leisure than business on his hands, there are 315 whys of changing that piece of money. The pieces used are the 20-cent piece, 10-cent piece, 5-cent piece, 3-cent piece, 2-cent piece and the 1-cent piece. To make all the changes without using the same coin twice would require 1233 1-cent pieces, 614 twos, 378 threes, 184 fives, 59 tens and 9 twenties, making 2584 pieces, worth #53.75.— Sew Tort World. Sabseriptioo: $1.25 is Adiance. WELL, I DECLARE I Old Silas lived threescore and ten Of years, to him one long surprise; To ways of women and of men, To ways of fleas, and fools, and flies, To reptiles crawling on the ground. To swift birds flying through the air. Wide mouthed, but one comment be found • “Well, I declare!” It was the same from morn till night, t From night till mom, and everywhere: - When life was dark, when life was bright, "When doctors told him have a care. When preachers preached with all their might, When judge and jury bade him swear, Surprised he answered, wrong or right . “Well, I declare!” When some one said the earth was round, And others said the earth was flat, The disputants he would confound By saying nothing but just that. When he was told, Oh, this is hot! It seemed to take him unaware, And he would gasp out as if shot; “Well, I declarer’ One summer day old Silas died, And friends sad tears above him shed; He passed beyond the great divide That parts the living from the dead; But from the blue and tender skies, Down through the sun-lit summer air, A whisper came of glad surprise; •‘Well, I declare!” —Galveston Sews. PITH AND POINT. A glaring fraud—A glass eye. A pie plant—A pie manufactory. “He owes everything he has tome.” 4 ‘That’s bad. He owes a great more than he has tome.”— Harper's Bazar. Visitor at Medical College—“Where did those skeletons come from?” Young Doctor—“We raised them.”— Epoch. The man who invented the cow-catcher never got a cent for it. And yet it has given lots of men a lift .—Sew Tort Sews. The rich bug, now with haughty smile, Will boast what he's of Paris seen; The poor potato bug, meanwhile, Will feel that he's of Paris green. — Sew York Sun. Wife (tearful)—“You’ve broken the promise you made me!” Husband (kiss¬ ing her)—“Nevermind, my dear, don’t cry; 1’U make you another.”— Munsey's Weekly. Old Lady—“I hope, my dear, you never conceal anything from your hus¬ band.” Young Wife—“Oh, no; noth ing but my thoughts .”—Sew York Weekly. “Dear,” said a physician’s wife as they sat in church, “there is Mrs. Goldberg sitting in a draught.” “Never mind,” said her husband, “I will cash that draft later on .”—Washington Capital. Shall strangers in the Northern land Defy England the sign of star and stripe? Shall pluck with ruthless hand Our sealskin sacques before they're ripe? — Washington Capital. “We are all worms!” exclaimed the preacher in his sermon. Little Bobby, who was listening attentively, that's whispered !o his mother—“Then why the great big whale swallowed Jonah, isn't t ?”—Portland Press. , A . Money in the Porpois /y Recent reports have come from around tbout Quebec of a new business enter¬ prise for the catching of the porpoise. In a section of the gulf where they are very plentiful colossal nets are to be spread for their capture. The porpoise has been often caught be¬ fore. Capitalists have coralled him in quantities while disporting himself near Wilmington, Del., for instance. But to those same capitalists he has ever proved much of a white elephant. Commercial¬ ly he has been unsuccessful, and it is pleasing to note t%at he is so far appre¬ ciated to-day that a band of moneyed men ire again to push him forward. It is a difficult thing to find a porpoise man in this city. In the business world the por¬ poise is out. But a fish oil mau thus speaks of him: “The catching of the porpoise,” he said, “is something that has never paid. When dead he is useful in certain ways, but never sufficiently so. Under bis skin is a layer of fat—the blubber—which is made into an ordinary fish oil, such as menhaden, selling at twenty-five cents oil a gallon. The only really valuable about him is within the jawbone. That oil is very fine. It sells at from $3 to $4 a gallon, and, when carefully refined, very much higher. But, of course, pe porpoise there is a very small quantity of that. Of the ordinary oil about ten por poises are needed for a barrelful. It is used for the same purposes that other fish oils are—lubricating, the curing of leath¬ er and the lighting of mines. But,” he concluded, “the amount of porpoise oil actually used is so small that we oil me take it into consideration at all. ” never The porpoise's hide is regularly tanned for boot and shoe use. It is too wet and oily a leather to become a material for bags, pocketbooks and the like. Cut into strips for shoestrings it has metwith some favor. But otherwise it is not wanted. Recently a man in the Swamp, who used to be in the porpoise business, said: “Don’t talk porpoise tome, sir, there is nothing in them nowadays. Years ago we thought there was going to be, but no. In my stock now I hav ■ several thousand porpoise hides that I would be glad to sell, but nobody wants them. If this new company is going to capture them by net it will have a job on its hands. For the porpoise is a wriggler and the porpoise is very strong, and the net will have to be made of the heaviest wire and porpoise tightly heie woven referred together.”. to is just The the plain, ordinary porpoise, such as one may see not far from here, and even at times in New York Bay itself. There is another kind of porpoise known as the “white whale,” from twelve to fourteen feet long, of a kalsomine whiteness from tip of tail to head. But he is, strictly speaking, an Arctic porpoise, and sel¬ dom, if ever, gets as far south as the Gulf of Bt. Lawrence. The ordinary species is but half the length, and even less, of the “white whale.”— Mail and JSsprw.