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(Tolmnbia Sentinel.
HARLEM, GEORGIA
PUBLISHED It VERY THURSDAY.
BaßArd «*> Allilnaon,
HokMIWU.
A rather curi ><i« upecimon of highway
robbery i» reporter I from Idaho. A man
Mccrtaim-d that the • express company
was liable for low of money from rob
bery, whereupon h< sent u package pur
porting to contain $12,000, and at a con
venient «pot attacked the coach with a
Confederate, and made off with the box.
He then came to town to enter suit
against the exproea company, only to find
hit trick had been found out, and that
he had atepjicd into a trap.
The climate of New Zealand la alrmit
aa different from oura as an April ahowei
from an October breeze, and yetthecolo
niata are having an experience which in
North America waa unheaitatingly as
cribed to climatic influences. In nine
out of ten cases their boya outgrow thoir
fathers. A aquat little emigrant takes to
farming, succeeds, gets married, and is
soon surrounded by a bevy of six-footers.
Bevcral recent travellers agree that the
agricultural fairs of Dunedin assemble an
astonishing number of unprofessional
giants, cordnroy-cisd sons of Anak,
whom any British showman would be
glad to engage.
Chickens am valuable outside the
question of eggs and flesh. A full grown
hen will yield from two and one half
ounces to four ami one half ounces of
feathers and down. The feathers servo
for bonnet decorations, the ornamenta
tion of military shakos, and for dusters.
The average sized feathers are used for
bods and bolsters, the down for pillows.
But the latter classes are not held in as
much esteem as the same from geesn and
ducks. When the feathers uro plucked
they are placed for a short time, in a
baker’s oven, after the broad has been
withdrawn, to kill the insect germs be
fore they arc sent to market.
There is a flourishing escort supply
agency in London, the object of which
is to supply escorts to Indies who visit
London or who reside in London but
have no male friends upon whose time
and courtesy they can make sufficient
claim. Prices arc according to the
quality of the escort supplied. The
youngi r sons of peers come as high ns
$25 a day or $5 an hour, while common
er articles can be hud nt much lower
figures. The escorts nre dressed by a
fashionable tailor, and are guaranteed to
lie very Chesterfields in manners. Here
is an answer to the well-worn question of
the London press. What shall we do
with our hoys!
Two patents have been issued to Alex
ander G Bell, C. A. Bell and S. Tuintei
for reproducing sounds from phonograph
records nnd transmitting und recording
Sounds by radiant energy. The invention
is an improvement of tho phonograph,
and the new instrument is called a
“graphophone." The vocal sounds are
received by meansof a transmitter similar
to that of the telephone ami are recorded
upon a cylinder of wax, whence they are
reproduced with complete accuracy. No
electricity is employed, the means being
mechanical throughout. The invention
is attracting a great deni of attention on
account of remarkable power of reproduc
ing human speech.
In tho year 1800 the world's output of
pig iron was 785,000 tons. Lust year
tho yield was 20,000,000 tons. This
huge increase in iron production tells
a marvelous story of the growth of manu
factures. British statistics gathered by
the Iron Trade Her lew show that in 1800
Gnat Britain produced 24 |« r cent, of
the pig iron of the world; in 1850 the
production was about doubled in its
relative proportion; it attained its maxi
mum proportion in 1873,when that coun
try yielded • little over 58 per cent, of
the total; ami while it has fluctuated
since, it,w<u> inlNtH about US per cent.
The United States has been pushing
toward the front ns an iron producer,the
yield in XBBJ reaching 21 per cent, of
the total
Not many newspaper readers will be
prepared to believe that among the grout
eat land-owners in the United States are
the Duke of Sutherland, Duke of Hamil
ton, Earl Dunraven and Marquis of
Tweeddale, the last of whom is said to
own a tract exceeding 2.300 square
mile*. The largest landowner in Great
Britain does not own so much as that
one man, whose English holdings are
only sixty seven square miler in extent.
Tire four are reported to own in exceasof
33,000 square miles of our territory,
equal to the area of Massachusetts, Rhode
Island, Connecticut, New Jersey and
Deleware, nearly half of the original
thirteen colonics. This is an almost in
credible story, but it is declared to be
strictly true. The immense tracts lie
west of the Mississippi, and are mainly
wild lands; but their vast extent stag
gers belief, and may alarm some of our
Anglophobic inhabitant*. The invest
ment will doubtlero prove profitable to
the noblemen, whose sole object in buy
ing was presumably speculative
In the city of Pesth, Hungary, practi
cal scientists are engaged on sn experi
ment which should l»e regarded with tho
utmost interest in this country. It is to
supply the city with warm water derived
from subterranean sources. An artesian
well, the deejtcst in the world, has been
b r< <1 to a depth of about one thousand
yards. The work wax undertaken by
two Hungarians, the city of Pesth con
tributing $200,000 toward expenses. Al
ready there is a supply of 175,000 gal
lons a <lay at a temperature of 101 de
grees, rising to a height of thirty-five
feet alxivc the surface, and the work is
to be continued until the temperature,
which progresses regularly as the lx>rings
descend, rises to 178 degree-, and then
no doubt is felt that there will be a bub
bling perennial stream sufficient to meet
all the wants of the city and to convert
the surrounding region into a tropical
garden. ______________
The judges of the United States Su
preme Court are thought to lx: among
the sleekest, most contented, most ur
bane anti most esteemed citizens of
Washington. Their glace* are tor life,
and they receive SIO,OOO, having the
privilege of retiring at 70 with a continu
ation of the -ame salary. This freedom
from an uncertainty about the future and
removal from any temptation to dabble
in politics doubtless have much to do
with their smiableness and serenity.
Judge Bradley is 73; Judge Miller is 70;
Chief Justice Waite and Judge Field will
b<- 70 in November, so that President
Cleveland will have it m his power to
appoint their successors, provided they
retire. This fact causes tho Supreme
Court to be a source of unusual interest
just now to many lawyers all over tho
land. The judges enjoy excellent health
they average 200 poun Is each, Bradley
being the only thin man among them—
nnd have, as a whole, been remarkable
for longevity. There have been but
forty-three occupants in all of the Su
preme Bench, and but seven Supreme
Justic s. The government has already
paid them more than 1,000,000 in sal
aries, one-third of th • entire number hav
ing served beyond thirty years. For
i.-a-e, comfort ami dignity, no political
position in the republic equals that of a
judge of the Supreme Court.
Speaking Through the Eyes.
Prof. Hugo Miiguiw recently' delivered
In Berlin a lecture on “Tho Speech of
the Eyes.” First he showed how various
thoughts und emotions mny find their
expression through the eyes, how rage,
joy, sadness, sympathy, all may be indi
cated by one look, nnd how a question
may be asked or be replied to simply by
one scarcely observable movement of the
eye. Hut the most interesting part of
his lecture was a point with which many
a physician may not be acquainted, not
from ignorance, but simply because
he has never given the subject any
thought, viz. : the fact that all the vari
ous expression of which the eye is cap
able are not all imide by tho
eye itself, i. c., by the eyeball, but
by the movements of neighboring
parts. The eye itself may be station
ary, not the least motion may be ob
served in it, nnd yet this rising of the
lids expresses our surprise, half closing
them together with contraction of tho
brow indicates our displeasure, and a
peculiar abrillar-bke movement of the
lids, the orbicularis palpebrarum, and
the parts around the nose together form
what we are in the habit of calling "a
merry twinkle.” Many a one who will
read these lines will at once acknowledge
that such is the case, anil that the facts
arc as stated, but at the same time he
will acknowledge that he had never
thought about it, and had never imag
ined that ns all the manifold expressions
which wo ascribe to the eye—the mirror
of tho soul—the eye itself has no share.
When a criminal has his character pic
tured in his eves, it is not they that tell
us the moral depravity of tho man, but
the play of the neighboring muscles,
which, perhaps for years, always obey
ing the impulse of the brain, form to
gether the group wo call physiognomy.
- .V. dical Reporter.
Misunderstanding About a Flag-
“I tell you, Damnger, tho red flag’s
got to go. We've hud enough of it.
“Bromley, I'm xvith you there. It has
cost Uie a heap of money. My wife may
protest, of course, but—”
"Good gracious, Dirringer, your wife
isn't on Anarchist, is she?”
“Why, of course, not.”
“How does it co t you a lot ol
money I"
“She s;>ends it, don't you see? Buys
tilings she's no manner of use for, and-’’
“Sakes, alive, man, what red flag are
you talking about?”
“The auctioneer's. Weren’t you?”—
Call.
She Was Busy.
May and Edith arc sisters, four anil
live years respectively. May had been
very naughty and in unma had taken he)
over her knee to adminster corporal pun
ishnient. when Edith suddenly pushec
the door ajar and peeped in.
Turning her chubby face as far arounc
toward her sister as the peculiar position
would admit. May said very gravely:
“Go right out, Edie! Don't you set
I'm busy?”
It is needless to say that tnamnu
granted a respite.— Boston Record.
Thu Weald I Leadt
Coms, little love, let us go
Where the full throat of the wool warbles
on In its devious singing,
Where the soft chime of the brook on the
bells of the pebbles Is ringing,
Where the faint hum of the l«e on the breeze
of a perfume.!* swinging,
Higher and low.
Come, little sweet, let us roam
Far to the shade of tho oak that beckons
with bows that are nodding,
Where the fat, rollicking bee with the weight
of his plunder is plodding.
Where the woodpecker, so fierce with the
drumming delight of his prodding,
Ta|» his brown home.
Under the Ixxighs of the green—
Sweet with the fragrance of woods and the
murmur and rustle |
Cool with zephyrs that played through the
ancient Acadian bowers—
-7 here are the minutes found that are only the
hearts of the hours,
Throbbing unseen.
Come, dainty one, at my need,
Fain would I show you the way where the
fern-leaf LuAadow reposes.
Where the bhmflbuzz of the bee is hushed in
the pause of his dozes,
Where you can see the half-shy, half-petu
lant face of wild roses —
There I would lead.
Thus would I take you through life;
Giving you only, my love, the honey and
roses and singing,
Only the smoothest of paths where the scent
of wild flowers is clinging,
Nearer anil nearer to peace, and ever your
innocent bringing
Farther from strife.
—II. M. Smith in Chicago Newt.
THE BENDERS.
A PEDDLER'* ADVENTURE IN KANSAS.
“I have been a pack peddler for more
than twenty years,” said the old man, as
he whiffed away at his pipe to get it
alight, “and you may suppose I have met
with some stirring adventures. I have
travelled a great deal in Missouri, Kan
sas, Nebraska, and Minnesota, and for
weeks and months I have been on tho
alert, notonly-to preserve the contents
of my pack, but to defend my life. My
line of trade has been Yankee notions,
with jewelry added. I have had with
me at one time as much as $2,000 worth
of gold and silver watches, ear rings,
finger rings, 4c. I have sat on a log
beside a highway in Kansas and sold
SIOO worth of stock to three or four
men, and I have disposed of SSO worth
of ladies’ jewelry at a pioneer cabin
which had neither floors nor partitions.
“On two different occasions I ate din
ner at the cabin of old Bender, the Kan
sas fiend. On the first occasion the old
man was away, and I saw only two wo
men about the place. Six months later,
when I called again, it was about 11
o’clock in the forenoon. Then I saw old
Bender for the first time. I have heard
him described ns a pleasant-faced old
man whom no one would suspect, but I
tell you tho very first look at him put
me on my guard. For the first time in a
year I felt that my life was in danger.
Tho same two slatternly women were
about the house, and there was a young
man whom I took to be old Bender’s
son. This young man disappeared soon
after I arrived, but whether he hid in
the house or rode off across the prairie I
never knew. Bender’s women purchased
about $2 worth of notions, and the old
man dickered with me for an hour over
a gold watch. It seems he had but a
small stock of cash, but he offered mo
personal property in exchange. He had
three or four silver watches, all of which
had been carried, two or three revolvers,
two bosom pins, made of lumps of pure
gold, and three or four pairs of valuable
cuff buttons. We had nearly effected
an exchange when ho suddenly decided
to leave the matter open until after din
ner.
“Months afterward, when the discov
eries of his crimes camo out, I thought
the matter over, and could remember
just how nicely ho played me. Without
seeming to interrogate me for informa
tion, ho asked how long a trip I had
made, what success I had met with, who
I was, where I lived, and whom I knew
in that locality. The old murderer was
figuring up the chances of my being
missed in case he put an end to me, and
he had a curiosity to know beforehand
what the harvest would be. While I
told you that I did not like his looks,
and that I had a creeping feeling in his
presence, I had no idea of an attempt to
murder by daylight and in the manner
he was planning for. I had a trusty re
volver and I had tho courage to defend
myself. Had I met him out on the
prairie, or had we been jogging together
along some lonely highway, I should
have been prepared to pull my pistol at
his first movement
"Dinner was announced soon after 12
o'clock. I took my pack with me into
the dining room, where I found the ta
ble set for one. There were three rooms
in the house. The front room was a
general sitting room and office com
bined. Bender kept a sort of tavern,
you know, and travellers had this front
room. The next room back was the din
ing rootq and family room combined.
There was a bedroom leading off. On
the walls of this family room were a few
old-fashioned prints in old-fashioned
frames, a shelf on which stood a clock,
and a few scant evidences of women's
presence. The back room was the
kitchen.
“I had my eyes wide open when I en-
tered that dining room, and the very
first thing I noticed was that the table
was set lengthwise of the room, and that
my chair and plate had been so placed
that my back would be toward the
kitchen door, which was not over five or
six feet away. Had it been at the other
end my back would have been toward
the office door. The first move I made
waa to turn the chair around to the side
and sit down. I now faced the bedroom
door, and had the other doors to my
right and left, where there was no win
dow behind me. The younger woman
was in. the room, and she looked at me
in a queer, strange way as I upset the
arrangements she had perfected. Bender
did not look into the room for two or
three minutes, and then retired without
speaking. A minute later he passed
around the house and entered the kitchen
by the back door. While I could not
see him, I heard him and the woman
whispering together, and I caught tho
words as spoken by her:
“ ‘I tell you he did it himself 1’
“I could not catch a word from him,
and directly he went out and she came
in with the rest of the eatables. Hei
face was flushed and her manner very
nervous. She put on a plate of bread
and a platter of meat, and then went
out for the coffee. As she set the cup
and saucer on the board, she partly up
set the cup and spilled half the contents
on the table.
“ ‘Excuse me—l’m sorry,’ she said, as
I shoved back to keep the hot liquid
from dripping on my legs.
“ ‘Never mind—no harm done,’ I re
plied.
“ ‘lt was so careless of me. You had
better change your scat to the end while
I sop it up.’
“ ‘Oh, don’t mind. I’m not hungry
and shall eat but a few mouthfuls any
way. I forgot to tell you that I pre
ferred water to coffee.’
“ ‘But —you —you’
“ ‘l’m all right.’
She gave me one of tho queerest looks
I ever got, first flushing up and then
turning pale. Spilling that coffee was
a put-up job to get my back to the
kitchen door. I suspected it then; a ,
few months later I had plenty of horri
ble proofs. Before the meal was finished
old Bender looked in from the kitchen
door and drew back, and when I shoved (
away and entered the office he was not
there and did not show up for five min
utes. When I went to dinner a double
barrefled shotgun stood in a corner of
the office. When I came out it was
gone. The old man came in after a
while, and it was easy to see that he had
to force himself to converse. I paid him
for the meal and was ready to go. It
was a lonely road I had to travel, with
no other house for miles, and it sudden
ly struck me that the younger man had
gone on to lie in ambush and shoot mo
in case I escaped assassination at the
house. For a minute or two I quite lost
my sand, and you can judge what a re
lief it was to me to see a team drive up
with three men in the vehicle and room
for one more. They stopped to water
the horses and chat a few moments, and
readily gave me a lift on my way. I
did not impart my suspicions to them,
and it was not until the horrible stories
came out that I felt sure in my mind
what a close call I had had.
“Do I know what became of old Ben
der and his family? You remember that
they fled the country, or that the paper,
so reported, and for months we used to
hear from one locality and another of the
fugitives being seen or captured. I
have reason to believe they never got out
of the State, nor yet a hundred miles
from that lone tavern on the prairies
with its horrible cellar underneath and its
graveyard in the rear. Bands of men
were riding in this or that direction,
bent on vengeance, and one of these
overhauled the party. I have been told
this on the best authority. As Bender
had shown no mercy toward the unsus
pecting travellers who were shot in tho
back from that kitchen door as they ate
nt his table, none was shown to him or
his. They were wiped out and planted
where their bones will never be turned
up to the light of day.”— New York
Sun.
His Reason.
A jury composed of eleven business
men and an old fellow from across the
creek retired to the jury room. The
foreman, when selected, remarked that
he thought the prisoner ought to be sent
to the penitentiary for five years.
“That ain’t long enough,” said the old
fellow. * “Let’s put it on him fur ten.’’
“Oh, no, that won't do.”
“Wall, then,” stretching himself out
on a bench, “I’m with yer."
“What, you going to hang the jury!”
“That’s about it.”
“My dear sir, we are anxious to get
back to our business.”
“Then send him up for ten.”
“But that would be a great injustice.”
“Then squat an’ make yourselves com
fortable."
“Have you any special reason why the
prisoner should go np for ten years?”
“Think I have.”
“Will you please name it I”
“Yea, fur it won’t take me long. He
is my son-in-law an’ I have been suppor
tin’ him ever since he was married."
He went up tor ten yeara.—Arfcazuou:
Traoelar.
“HITTING THE PIPE.”
An Old Californian Tells His
Experience With Opium.
How he Became Addicted to Smoking and
How he Broke off the Habit.
“Oh, yes,” he said, as he sauntered
through Chinatown and was assailed by
its unsavory odors, “I have smoked
opium. I recognize the familiar smell.”
“And still continue to do so?”
“No, thunk God, my experience with
the drug was short and decisive, but
sharp while it lasted. The opium habit
Is like getting into a quicksand, once in
its grasp escape is almost impossible.”
“You got out, it app ari.
But not without a struggle. I feel
the effects of the drug even to this day,
and it is many years ago since curiosity
induced me to try the first pipe. Os
course, I had to give some excuse for my
foolishness: I wished to learn the se
cret of opium’s control over the minds
and bodies of its votaries. This is how
it was, and I might as well make a clean
breast of it. lam not a DeQuincey, but
I’ll tell you as clearly as I can my feel
ings while under the influence of the
drug. I had become acquainted with a
gambler, one of the most expert in the
state, whether in front or behind the
game. I noticed that he often left the
table, when dealing, and after he re
turned, say in half an hour, his manner
had undergone a change; he manipula
ted the cards with greater steadiness
and case. One day I asked him the
plain question:
“‘D , why do you call on a sub-
stitute, and quit the table so often?”
“ ‘Opium, my boy,’ he said, in a fe
verish way. ‘I can do nothing without
it. Steadies the nerves. Deprive me of
my periodical pipe and I’m like a fiddle
minus strings. Ever try a whiff?’
“ ‘No.’
“ ‘Then you’d better take my advice
and continue to let it alone.’
But my curiosity was aroused, and af
ter accompanying D to his favorite
opium haunt several times, I resolved to
i realize the sensations derived fr<?m smok
ing, whatever they might be. I ‘hit’
my first pipe, as the slang goes, about
4 o’clock one afternoon, and shudder
i now as the remembrance of the terribly
sickening experience I passed through
recurs to me. It was hard work in the
beginning to get the pipestem properly
adjusted to my mouth, and the method
of smoking is different from that when
you are enjoying tobacco. In inhaling
opium smoke you draw the fume into the
lungs by a long pull, and then inhale it
slowly. A pipeful will last about one
minute, and then you have to roll a new
pill, and so on, till the desired effect is
obtained. Like most beginners, I
smoked too much at the start, but hard
ly felt the power of the drug till I arose
from the bunk where I had lain. Then
I became comparatively helpless, and
staggered like a drunken man, zigzag
ging toward a water-pitcher, of the con
tents of which I drank a cupful or
more. Nausea followed, and when I
reached my wooden couch again, my
lower limbs gave way completely, and I
fell insensible and helpless. I lay in
that state for three hours, or ’intil D ,
who had missed me, and suspecting
where I had gone, found and brought
me to myself. With his help I got to
my room in the hotel, where I again fell
into a sleep, disturbed by restlessness
and horrible dreams. I would aw ike
screaming and with the idea some one
was in the room seeking my life. In
fact, I made such a racket that the
night clerk threatened to have me ar
rested for being drunk and disorderly
and alarming the house. He summoned
D , who sat with me till morning,
when I still felt the effects of the drug,
but was able to rise.
“ ‘Well, old boy,’ said he, in a banter
ing way, ‘how do you like it as far as
you've gone?’
“ ‘lt’s a pretty rough introduction,’ I
replied, ‘and I guess I’ll go no further.’
“ ‘That’s right,’ said he; ‘you’d better
stop now; but Til bet a twenty you
won’t. Os course, you smoked too
much, and then drank water to make
the matter worse If thirsty after the
pipe, all practiced opium smokers drink
only good strong tea.’
“ ‘Well, I’m done with the stuff, any
how.’
“ ‘No, ray boy,’ he said, quietly;
you’ll tackle it again; you don't like to
give up beat.’
“D knew me better than I did
myself. The time came, sure enough,
when I did tackle the pipe again, think
ing myself strong enough to smoke
without getting sick. I pulled away for
about three minutes, consuming three
pills, and this time I got a glimpse of
what is called the opium devotee’s para
dise. With my body and limbs com
pletely relaxed, I dropped into a state of
delightful dreamy half-sleep, langti dly
knowing all that was going ou around
me, but caring for nothing. I was above
and beyond all worldly considerations,
all responsibilities. Then there came a
change. Restlessness supervened, and
this dream of delight was rounded off by
horrible mental images that resembled
the harpies of Dore, as he picture! them
In the Inferno. Then I came back, in
a dazed way, to real life again, drank
the strong tea, as I ha! been advised,
and went home with all my nerves h
state of protest.
“Dating from that time, I indulged , tt
the pipe for three months, and I felt the
habit was gradually binding me
chains. One night, however, not feel
ing well, I retired earlier than usual and
missed my regular hour for smoking,
which was about ten o’clock. Then
came the tug of war. I was seize 1 with
cramps as if all my intestines were in a
vise, had hot and cold flashes, while &
cold, clammy perspiration streamed from
every pore. After two hours of this
agony D happened to come in.
“ ‘What's the matter, old fellow?'
“ ‘Don’t know. I’m dying, I think.’
“ ‘Did you have a pipe this evening?’
“‘No; turned in early and missed my
smoke.’
“ ‘That’s it,’ said he, ‘it’s the opium.
You have been treating the drug with
ingratitude and it is taking its revenge.’
“ ‘Oh, for God’s sake, D , bring
me something hot to drink. I shall die
else. lam like Stephano, nothing but
a cramp.’
“Putting his hand in his pocket he
took out an opium pill, saying: ‘Here
take this. The pill’s the thing you
want.’
“But my resolution seemed to
strengthen in proportion as my pain was
severe.
“ ‘No more opium for me, D . If
the agony I am suffering now be caused
by the drug after the short experience I
have had with it, what must the victims
feel after a year or two? I’ll never touch
it again. lam in pain now, but I will
get over it without your pill, or die,’
“I did get over my illness, but it was
three days before I could leave the bed.
Neither by pipe, potion nor pill have I
renewed acquaintance with the drug
since. Perhaps some constitutions are
more sensitive to the effect of opium
than others, but if any one has suffered
from it more than I did during the time
being I pity him.— San Francisco Call.
Tell Yonr Wife.
If you arc in any trouble or quandary,
tell your wife, that is, if you have oue,
all about it at once. Ten to one her in
vention will solve your difficulty sooner
than all your logic. The wit of woman
has been praised, but her instincts are
quicker and keener than her reason.
Counsel with your wife, or your mother,
or sister, and be assured that light will
flash upon your darkness. Women are
too commonly adjudged as verdant in all
but purely womanish affairs. No philo
sophical student of the sex thus adjudges
them. Their intuition or insight, is the
more subtle, and if they cannot see the
cat in the meal there is no cat there. In
counseling one to tell his trouble to his
wife, we would go further, and advise
him to keep none of his affairs secret
from her. Many a home has been hap
pily saved, and many a fortune relieved,
by man’s full confidence in his better
half. Woman is far more a seer anil a
prophet than man, if she be given a
chance. As a general rule, wives con
fide the minutest of their, plans and
thoughts to their husbands, having no
involvements to screen from him. Why
not reciprocate, if but for the pleasure of
meeting confidence xvith confidence? We
are certain that no man succeeds so well
in the world as he who, taking a partner
for life, makes her the partner of all his
purposes and hopes. What is wrong in
his impulses or judgment, she will check
and set right with her almost universally
right instincts. “Helpmeet” was no in
significant title, as applied to man’s com
panion. She is meet help to him in
every darkness, difficulty and sorrow of
life; and what she most craves and de
sires is confidence, without which love
is never free from a shadow.— Arkansaw
Traveler.
Tyler’s Second Wife.
A few years ago a friend loaned me a
book containing the reminiscences of Mr.
Wise. In it he says that he was riding
out one evening with President Tyler,
who informed him that he was going to
marry Miss Gardner.
“Why,” said Wise, “she is too young
for you.”
“Not at all,” replied the President,
“I’m still in my prime.”
“That reminds me,” continued Wise
“of an old colored man down in Vir
ginia, who was generally consulted by his
old master on any affairs of importance,
to both. The old master was a widower,
and when he got the consent of a young
lady to marry him he communicated the
fact to the old man. ‘My sakes,’ said
Sambo, ‘she is Coo young for you;’ ‘Not
a bit of it,’ answered the master, ‘l’m
still in my prime.’ ‘Yes,’ responded
Sambo, ‘you are in your prime now, but
wait till she gets in her prime, then
where will your prime be.”’— Cour let
Journal.
Stating a Problem with Exactness.
“Bessie, if there were three apples on
the plate, and you took one, how many
would be left?”
“If Fred was here, mamma?”
“That wouldn’t matter.”
“Yes it would, mamma.”
“Well, with Fred here, then.”
“Mamma there wouldn’t be any apples
left.”
“Why not, Bessie?”
“’Cause Fred wonld take the other
two.”— Philadelphia CM.