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YOU V.
IN SPUING.
Como out with mo this April day,
And hear what spring will sing and say.
On such a balmy day as this
Forget what care and sorrow is;
Forget the winter and its snow.
And think of fragrant flowers that blow
Above dead leaves, to typify
The soul that lives and cannot die.
See, hero’s a blossom at our feet,
A little thing, but oh, how sweet
Each fragile petal holds a hint
Of heaven in Its dainty tint,
With sunshine at its heart; and see,
It has a lover in the bee,
Who comes with pollen dusted thigh,
To visit it as he goes by.
Hark ! hear the bluebird! Seo his wings
Beat out the measure, as he sings,
Of his sweet song, and somewhere near
A robin’s cheery chirp I hear.
The brook sings softly, as it flows
Fast banks whereon the willow grows,
And every branch and twig to-day
Becomes a prophecy of May.
How tenderly the April sky
Leans down to earth. The winds go by
With balm of healing on their wings.
Oli, heart, be glad with all glad things !
Forget the winter that is past,
The dreamed of spring is here at last.
Some spring, please God, in heaven’s sweet
weather
Our hearts will all grow glad together.
EbEX E. liliXFORD.
A. Rich Widow.
BY KATE KIRK.
“Mrs. O’Dowd, yes snr, that’s me
name, and a widdy, too, these eighteen
months. Yer sure it’s me own fault,
eh ? Well, maybe it is, and maybe if
isn’t.”
Mrs. O’Dowd brushed tho best cliaii
in her neat cabin with a comer of her
apron, asked her visitor to sit down,
then resumed:
“Ye see, sur, this place that poor
Hughy, me husband, that’s dead an’
gone, toiled and moiled for, is all I have
between me and starvation. ‘Kitty,’
says he, before he died, ‘Don’t give up
yer little home whatever ye do. Let you
an’ the child stay on it, an’ please God
ye’ll be a rich wanderin’, woman some day.’ His
mind was poor lad. He’d
talk the night long about the offers this
one and the other had made him, and
gave me no rest until I'promised I’d
never leave the place. One day when
he’d been in his grave some six months,
as fine a gintleman ‘Mrs. as yo O’Dowd,’ ever set eyes
■on came along. says
lie, ‘I’ll give ye a thousand dollars for
er place.’ An’ ye may be sure I was
sorely tempted to take him at liis word.
But remembering the advice of me dy¬
ing husband, I refused. Just now ye
were pleased to observe that it’s me own
fault that I’m a widdy, an’ yer right;
for when me gintleman found I couldn’t
lie coaxed to quit the place, he proposed
that I’d change me name to Thorp.”
Here Mrs. O’Dowd paused for breath,
and her visitor took the opportunity tc
observe:
“Colonel Thorp, yes, I know him, and
am surprised to learn he had the au¬
dacity to make you an offer of marriage.
Surprised, my dear madam, because, if
1 am not greatly mistaken, there is a
lady residing in a far away colonel’s city who,
had you accepted the offer,
would have disputed your right to the
title of Mrs. Colonel Thorp.”
Mrs. O’Dowd looked at her visitor
with a puzzled air, then her comely face
flushed with indignation.
“Do you mean to tell me that he has
a wife?” she asked.
“Yes, aud a son older than yourself.”
“That is tho way he tried to deceive
me, eh 1” and the little woman’s eyes
flashed resentfully. Presently she
iooked at the sleek, well-dressed
stranger, and said:
“I’m obliged to ye, Mr.—Mr.---”
“Lowery, madam—James Lowery.”
“I’m obliged to ye, Mr. Lowery, for
traveling thirty miles over rough, lonely
roads to expose the villainy of the fine
gentleman who wanted me to change my
name.”
“The consciousness of having done
you a service repays me for the fatigue
of the journey,” replied Mr. Lowery,
with a graceful bow. “And since I
have had the pleasure of meeting you,
I am not so greatly surprised at the in¬
fatuation which led Thorp to make a
i roposal he conld not in honor fulfill.”
Mr. Lowery’s white hand moved nerv¬
ously over the spot where the human
heart is supposed to lie. “Mrs.
O’Dowd,” he went on, “my affections
are untrammelled—or rather, let me say,
were untrammelled until 1 had the ex
treme felicity of gazing Madam, upon rasb, your en
chanting beauty. I lay heart pre
cipitous as it may seem, my
t your feet. Spurn my burning affec
tions if you will. Your scorn will only
inflame my ardor. Oh, Kitty 1 sweet,
unsophisticated Kitty ! bid me leap
from off the battlement of yonder tower
—that is, bid me do auy deed of daring,
but do not ask me to rise from my knees
until yon have honored me by accepting
my heart and hand.”
Here Mr. Lowery dropped gracefully
on one knee and clasped Mrs. O’Dowd’s
fat hand. heard the like!”
“Well, if ever 1
3 iied Kitty, gazing at the enraptured
swain in open-eyed wonder. “I don’t
understand the manin’ of half yer big
words; but if yer wantin’ me to be yer
wife, I’d have ye know that I’m not to
be had just for the axing. It’s not an
hour since ye first stepped yer foot in
side me door, an’ here ye are on yer
knees before me as if I was an image of
WRIGHTSVILLE, GA., SATURDAY, JULY 19, 1884.
a holy sain i,
hut “Oh, Kitty, the spark of love needs
one breath tq kindle into a burning
flame!” Mr. Lowery answered, in tragic
tones.
“Faith yer a flame, sure enough !” re¬
marked Kitty, in her droll Irish accent.
“I thought me gintleman, Thorp, was
bad enough, but yer as far ahead of him
as the angels are ahead of—” Here she
paused a moment, as if at a loss for a
suitable comparison. Then in a tone of
contempt she resumed : “Sure yo must
nil think that Hugh O’Dowd left, a fool
behind him to watch over his child and
the acres of untilled ground from which
I can hardly raise the bit that keeps our
souls and bodies together."
air. Lowery arose from his knoeling
position, twirled his well cared for mus¬
tache, and ogled Kitty with a pair of
queer looking eyes that strongly re¬
sembled a couple of boiled gooseberries.
At least this was the mental comparison
she formed regarding the gentleman’s
orbs.
“I will leave you now, cruel enchant¬
ress,” he sighed, “and beg you to weigh
well my proposition. Later on I will
durate return, and hope lias to find that your ob¬
heart softened toward one
who loves you madly—sincerely.”
He stepped backward toward the door
with the air of a courtier doing homage
to his sovereign, his intention being to
make a graceful bow and wave a touch¬
ing farewell ere lie left the cabin; but
miscalculating the distance between the
spot where he had knelt and the low
door, he gave his bald pate a tremendous
bump against the rough rafters, which
forced him to make a hurried exit while
that stifling back the profane exclamation
rose to his lips.
Kitty burst into a hearty fit of laugh¬
ter at his mishap, then a serious, half-be¬
wildered expression came into her face.
“Well, for the life of me, I can’t tel'
why they’re coming to court, Kitty
O’Dowd,” sho said, addressiug her own
not uncomely image in the little mirror.
“First there was mo gentleman Thorp,
running back and forth, and now this
old lad with a mustache like a rat’s tail,
and eyes—oh, the saints above us what
eyes he’s got 1”
lonely A week or more again went ruffled by and by Kitty’s
life was the ad¬
vent of a handsome young man who in¬
troduced himself as George Thorp, only
son of Col. Erastns Thorp.
“And do yon want to marry mo too ?”
she asked, her soft gray eyes twinkling
with merriment.
He did not possess the effrontery of
Mr. James Lowery, and looked consider¬
ably abashed as ho stammered;
“My father O’Dowd, has frequently and spoken of
yon, Mrs. in such a way
as to excite my interest. You are prob¬
ably aware that should the dearest wish of his
heart is that we know and love
each other. I have not come to ask you
to marry me—that is not—oh, confound
it how shall I explain the situation ?
You see my father wants me to marry a
sweet unsophisticated little woman—
none other than yourself. I don’t ex¬
pect you to fall in love with me at a mo¬
ment’s notice—of course not. But may
I hope, Mrs. O’Dowd, that, after I have
proved myself worthy, you may look
favorably upon my suit?”
To say that our Kitty was not the
least flattered by young Thorp’s wooing
would be equal to asserting that sho did
not own the soft little heart that was
fluttering in her breast. She cast a sly
glance at herself in the small looking
glass and felt glad that her beautiful
brown hair was neatly arranged, and the
collar around her throat as white as the
snowballs bobbing their heads against
the window panes.
“Yer father, if the same old gentleman
who calls himself Colonel Tliorp is yer
father, asked me to marry him, but I
suppose it makes little difference to him
so long as he gets me to change me
name to Thorp.”
“My father, Mrs. O’Dowd, had refer¬
ence to myself when he asked you to
change your name. It was a case of
wooing bv proxy. You see, my mother
>>
“Then Mr. James Lowery was right
when lie said the colonel had a wife,” in¬
terrupted Kitty. scoundrel been here,
“Ha! that has
eh ! Beware of him, Mrs. O’Dowd. He
has a smooth tongue and the vilest heart
imaginable 1”
“Yer warning isn’t needed, Mr. Thorp,
for I wouldn’t marry such a pair of eyes
as he has in his head for all the goold in
America. Sure I liked yer father better
than Lowery that went on his knees tc
me.”
“I will not go on my knees to yon,
Mrs. O’Dowd, but will simply say that
my father did not overrate your attrac
tions, and I would be supremely happy
if y on in time will consent to be my wife,
j) 0 not answer now; I will call again
be f 0 re the week is over, and meantime I
w j b bope for a favorable answer."
jj e bowed respectfully over the hard,
red band gbe beld toward him, and
waiked away) f ee ling half ashamed of
the part he had played in trying to win
a w jf e _ Kitty watched his horse pranc
j ug down the shady road, then returned
t 0 ber oecU p a tion with a little sigh of
regret—perhaps for the lonely life she
lived.
“Well, Mrs. O’Dowd, hefe I am once
m0 re! And how has the time passed
with you since I saw you last ? Faith,
it’ s six months if it’s a day!” cried a
cheery voice that woke Kitty from her
reverie, and sent the hot blood up to the
ver y roots of the glossy hair she had ad
m jred but an hour or two before,
“Ah, Tim, yer back, are ye? Sure
j- m g ; ad to see ye. I never thought to
j ay eyes on ye agen.” the last
“Didn’t you drive me away
time i was be re, Kitty?” he answered,
reproachfully. bright “I how tried to forgot your
eyes, but could I ? There,
I won’t say a word about how I love
you. Just sit here near me, for I know
you are glad to see Hugh’s old friend
once more, and tell me what has hap¬
pened since I said good-by, and swore
I’d never look upon your face again.”
She obeyed, taking a seat near the
window, and told him about the crops
he had helped her plant—about the
cow and horse and the little child who
had never ceased asking when “dear
Tim was coming back.”
At length, in a hesitating, embar¬
rassed way, she told him about the lovers
that had come wooing her, and Tim’s
honest fnce grew serious as he listened
to the story.
“It’s after your land they are, Kitty,”
he said. “I hoard the men where I
have been working talking about it.
One of the richest gold mines in the
oountry is near here, adjoining your
property, and the vein, they think, ex¬
tends right through this place. Yon say
old he failed, Thorp he tried determined to buy your land; when
to marry you to
his son, and get possession of it in that
way. It’s as true as I’m telling you,
Kitty. I see through their schemes. I
remember poor Hugh said one day, just
before he died, ‘Flense God, Kitty and
the child will be rich some day, audafter
I am gone, if you can gain her consent
marry her, Tim, for I know yon will be
a kind father to the child.’”
“Did he say that, Tim?” asked she,
in a quivering voice.
“He did, iudeed, Kitty, and I prom¬
ised to watch over you and the little one,
and, faith, I did, till yon drove mo away
from you. ”
“Well, Tim,” sho began, then stopped
and gazed out of the window for a mo¬
ment,
“What were you going to say ?” he
asked,
“Oh, nothing, only few’ young Mr. Thorp
will be back in a days, and I was
just wondering what answer I’d make
him.”
"Jim Lowery will be back, too, and
Here am I. What answer would you
make me, Kitty, if I’d ask you again to
be my own dear wife ?”
“I think I’d put my liandin yours and
say yes,” she replied, demurely.
“Then we will be married next week,
Kitty, and Lowery Lave Colonel Thorp, his son
and Jim at the wedding 1” ex¬
claimed Tim, with a chuckle of delight,
for tho idea of triumphing over tho man
who had clumsily endeavored to entice
Kitty away declared from she him was very have pleasant,
She would a quiet
wedding or liohe at all. But Tim Couldn’t
resist the temptation of little seasoning the
solemn ceremony with a fun, and
when he returned to the mines ho wrote
out and dispatched, in Kitty’s name,
three letters which run as follows:
“Sir—I have decided to accept the
offer of marriage that was made me, and
will be ready for the ceremony on Thurs¬
day at 10 a. m. You, of course, will be
on hand at the proper time.
“K. O’D.”
Yonng Thorp and his father but arrived at
the cabin in good season, found it
empty while of Mr. Lowery did not half reach
the p ace appointment unti an
hour later, tor he had hngered on the
way to examine the spot where the rich
vein was supposed to be located. His
meditations wore exceedingly pleasant.
He would marry the little Irish woman,
he thought, with a smile of satisfaction.
sell the property as soon as possible
thereafter; settle a comfortable sum
upon her and allow her to live where and
as she pleased. As for himselr he would
8°™ ™ lkin S ^quests “ heretofore;
and if Kitty wasn t p eased with the ar
rangements she could get a divorce; m
fact, he would encourage her to do so,
for a wife was by no means necessary to
his happiness, and especially such a
wife—rough, uncultured. Here his
meditations ended, and a furious scowl
came into his face as he discovered Col.
Thorp and his son in possession of tho
cabin. The three men were sworn ene
mies, consequently no words were ex
changed between them. appeared sight.
Presently a wagon in alighted,
In it was a merry party. They
and Tim, with his bride leaning on hie
arm, entered the room, while the others
followed, carrying baskets of roast
chicken and a variety of good Thorp, things who for
the wedding feast. Young
instantly divined the meaning of it all,
slipped away unobserved.
“Colonel Thorp,” said Kitty, her eyes
twinkling with fun, “ye advised me not
to be living here alone without a hus¬
band to protect me, so I followed yer
advice, and married Tim Hogan this
mornin’. And, Mr. Lowery—what are
ye about, Tim, that ver not gettin’ the
glasses to let the gintlemen drink to our
health and happiness ?”
The gentlemen didn’t wait to partake
of the proffered followed hospitality, by but beat a
hasty retreat, shouts of
laughter that burst from the lips of Tim
and his friends.
Some years afterward Mr. and Mrs.
Timothy Hogan, and the latter’s daugh¬
ter, were wintering at the Palace Hotel,
San Francisco, where they encountered
Mr. George Thorp and his yonng wife.
“You played Hogan, a observed very good Thorp, trick laugr. upop
is,” Mrs.
iDg heartily; “but I forgave you, long
ago, and some day I want you to tell my
wife how I woed and tried to win the
little widow, who was a millionaire and
didn’t know it.”
Kitty, brushing rubbed against off the skirts < f
,;ood society, uncouthness, and, some being of her
former rich,
passed muster as a fashionable lady.
Beauty soon decays, but virtue
talent remain with us and improve
tke progress of time.
IT THE CASE.
DESCRIPTION OF THE LIKE OF A
VIOKMNU PAPER HAND.
llow the Old Printer Left 11 1 m Frame and
I'siHsed Away.
And so, year after year, he wrought
among the boys on a morning paper. He
went to bed about the time the rest of
the world got up, and he arose about
the time the rest of the world sat down
to dinner. He worked by every kind of
light candles except in sunlight, There were
the office when he came in;
then they had lard oil lamps that smoked
and sputtered and smelled; then he saw
two or three printers blinded by ex¬
plosions kerosene of camphene and spirit gas,
then came in and heated up
the newsroom on summer nights like a
furnace; then tho office put in gas, and
now the electric light swung from the
ceiling and dazzled his old eyes, and
glared into them from his copy. If he
sang on his way home a policeman bade
him “cheese that,” and reminded him
that ho was disturbing the peace and
people wanted to sleep. But when he
wanted to sleep the rest of the world, for
whom he had sat up all night to make a
morning paper, roared and crashed by
down the noisy streets under his window,
with cart and truck and omnibus; blared
with brass bands, howled with hand
organs, talked and shouted; and even
the shrieking newsboys, with a ghastly
sarcasm, murdered the sleep of the tired
old printer by yelling tho name of Iris
own Year paper. the foreman l'oared at
after year
him to remember that this wasn’t an
afternoon paper, editors shrieked down
the tube to have a blind man put on that
dead man’s case; smart young proof¬
readers scribbled sarcastic cor ments on
his work on tho margin of his ] sad; roof slips, long
they didn’t know how to r
winded correspondents learning to write,
and long-haired poets who could never
learn to spell, wrathfully cast all their
imperfections upon his head. But
through it all he wrought patiently, and
found more sunshine than shadow in tho
world; he had more friends than enemies.
Printers aud foremen and pressmen and
reporters came and went, but ho stayed,
and be saw newsroom and sanctum filled
and (emptied and filled and emptied
again and filled again with new, strange
foe ••s. He believed in bis craft, and to
the end ho had a silent pity, that came
as near being contempt as iiis good, for¬
giving old heart could feel, for an editor
who had Hot worked his way from a
regular devilship up past the cases and
the imposing stone. night, and when
He worked all that
the hours that are so short in the ball¬
room and so long in the composing-room
drew wearily on, he was tired. He hadn’t
thrown in a very full case, he said, and
he had to climb clear into the boxes arid
chase a typo up into a corner before he
could get hold of it. One of the boys,
tired ns himself-—but a printer is never
^•fige^pkees K l ^vm^Wm'lmt^the'old
flaid ther0 wa8 enough in tho case
j t bim tbrougb this take, and he
wouldn - t work any more to-night. The
clicked in the silent room, and by
b tbe ol(1 man Baid ,
out of g6rbj ..
And he sat down on the low window
m b £ Mb c with bis Btic k in his hand,
hig b nd8 fo]dcd wearily in his lap . T he
^Jited types clicked 0 n. A galley of telegraph
.. wbat gell % tleman is lingering with D
lg ? „ calle tbe forcman wbo was always
dangerouBly * f poshed and polite when with
be a8 or tbo point of exploding
wratb aud impat i en ee.
y blg Nine, passing by the alley,
Btopped ‘ to speak to the old man sitting
tber B0 n U i e tly. boy running in
Tbe telegraph manifold came sheet, shouting
witb the last :
“Thirtv ”
They ca r r ied the old man to tlio fore
mau > H ] ong table and laid him down
revere ntly and covered his face. They
took the stick out of his nerveless hand,
and read bis )ast take ;
“Boston November 23.—The Ameri
can bark pjj gr jm went to pieces mid- off
Marblehead in a light gale unseaworthy, about
n j gb ^ t. She was old and
an this was to have been her last trip.”
-Jlaw key e.
A Cave Hunter.
The editor of tho Greenfield, Iowa,
Review says:
“Everybody out When our they way has a black cave
on his premises. see a
cloud coming the whole family bundle
into the cave, and then in an hour or so
the old man looks to see if the house is
still standing. You have no idea of the
terrible nature of these cyclones. The
first thing you notice is a dense black
cloud with ragged edges ; then the baso
of the cloud turns a greenish-yellow,
and you hear an indescribable roar,
which grows louder until you can hear
nothing else, and the storm is upon you.
Most of the houses are constructed of
wood, many of them with substantial
cellars. It’s funny to see the mothers
gathering up their children and hurry¬
ing them into the cellar or cave, but this
precaution has saved many a life. I’ve
hunted a cave more than once when I
saw a black cloud and heard the storm
coming, and you don’t stand on cere¬
mony, either.”
“Yes,” said Mrs. Snaggs, “I left m
husband at home to take care of the
baby while anything I went to the theatre. He
didn’t say much when I came
home except that I never before looked
so handsome to him, but I found out the
next horrible, day that our parrot had learned
some horrible words.’’
THE HOUSEKEEPER.
A Few Hints that Will He Found Useful
and Seasonable.
Fried tomatoes are a luxury; peel the
tomatoes, cut in slices about half an inch
thick, clip each slice into white flour,
then into beaten egg, sprinkle pepper
and salt over each slice, and fry in hot
lard. These make a good garnish.
Another nice way to serve tomatoes is
to stew them thoroughly, and they are
improved by a slow and gentle simmer¬
ing as much as any other vegetable.
Season with butter, pepper and salt,
and a little sugar. Line the dish in
which they are to be poured with thin
slices of nicely browned toast.
A very good way to use cold roast
meat which you do not care to send to
the table again in its original form, is to
chop it very fine, season it with pepper
and salt; if you have gravy also moisten
it with that, but if you have not pour a
little milk over the meat, and after put¬
ting it into a buttered pudding-dish, put
some little lumps of butter around on
the top of it; then spread mashed pota¬
toes over it all; wet this with milk and
set the dish in the oven; when hot and
browned nicely, serve it.
Novel breakfast cakes are made by
taking some bread sponge which was
started the night before, aud mixing
lukewarm water with it until it is like
batter; add an egg or eggs to it in the
proportion of three eggs to one quart of
dough. This should then be allowed to
stand close to the fire for an hour; have
the griddle hot, grease it slightly with
sweet lard, and fry a la pancakes.
Corn-meal muffins are appetizing. To
one pint of meal add one cup of flour, a
lump of butter the sizo of an egg, two
eggs, nearly half a pint of sweet milk,
and a quarter of a cup of fresh yeast.
Mix this at night, and in the morning
bake in muffin tins.
Ripe tomatoes cut in slices and served
with mayonnaise sauce are a delicious
addition to a spring dinner.
Pies made of canned pumpkin may be
thickened with flour; use a dessertspoon¬
ful of flour and one egg for each medium
sized pie.
A very nice way to cook mackerel for
breakfast is, after freshening it, to boil
it for ten minutes, take it out of the
water, drain it, remove the backbone,
then pour over the fish a gravy made of
milk thickened with flour, and with a
lump of butter added. The gravy is
just like that which you make for milk
toast.
When yon are about to make a corn¬
starch pudding, melt a lump of butter
in the pudding kettle or pan, before put¬
ting the pudding into it. There will be
then no danger of the milk becoming
scorched, with ordinary care at least.
To give to soup a peculiarly clear ap¬
pearance, let it get cold, then to half a
gallon of soup put in the white of one
egg, and the shell also; let the soup sim¬
mer on the back of the stove for ten
minutes or even longer, then strain it.
A Hundred Years Ago.
A member , of „ Congress in . a recent
Apeocli made tbe following citation from
one of the debates in the Federal Con
Ve iVrrli° n ‘
“Though t we may set i out ,, in the ,, , begin- .
rung with moderate salaries, we shall
find that such will not be of long oontin
nance. Reasons will never be wanting
for proposed augmentations. The more
the people are discontented with the op
pression of taxes the greater need the
prince lias of money to distribute among
his partisans and troopB that are to sup
press all resistance and enable him to
plunder at pleasure. There is scarce a
king in a hundred who would not if he
could follow the example of Pharaoh—
get first all the people’s money, then all
their lands, and then make them and
their children servants forever. It will
be said that we do not propose to estab
lish kings. I know it; but there is a
natural inebriation m mankind to langly
CTSt
They lmd rather have one tyrant than
five hundred. It gives more of tho
equality among citizens, and that they
like. I am apprehensive, therefore,
perhaps too apprehensive, that the Gov
ernment of these States may in future
times end in a monarchy. But this
catastrophe, I think, may be long de
Jayed, if in our proposed system we do
not sow the seeds of contention, faction
and tumult by making our posts cf
honor places of profit.”
The author of these remarks was no
less a personage than Benjamin Frank
lin.
Kraszewskl’s Sentence.
A petition for the pardon of the Polish
poet, Joseph Ignace Kraszewski, who
W08 sentenced at Leipsic to three and a
half years’ imprisonment, is being circu
luted' in Germany, aud is receiving a
large number of signatures. It repre
sents that Herr Kraszewski, being sev
enty-two years old aud in feeble health,
could not probably survive the rigors of
so long an imprisonment in a fortress,
and that, therefore, he is practically sen¬
tenced to death, which is manifestly submits un
jnst and barbarous. It also
that by the sequestration of Herr Kras¬
zewski’s property the punishment de¬
scends to his children and heirs, wbo
are not charged with any violation of
law.
It is believed that the movement for
Herr Kraszewski’s pardon will probably
be successful if the Polish
will stop their anti-German ravings.
present, however, they are terribly vitu¬
perative. one Cracow paper going so far
as to call Bismarck a “demon with
a semblance of humanity to distinguish
him from the other devils in Hadesr’
NO. 9.
ODDS AND ENDS.
First almanac printed in 1460.
Envelopes were first used in 1839.
The first steel pen was made in 1830.
The first air pump was made in 1654.
Whalebone is worth $12,250 per ton.
The first lueifer match was made in
1798.
The first horse railroad was built in
1626.
Gold was discovered in California in
1848.
Mohammed was bom at Mecca about
580.
The first iron steamship was built in
1630.
The first balloon ascent was made in
1798.
Coaches were first used in England in
1560.
Minnesota has 7,000 lakes within its
borders.
There are now 155 women students in
Boston University.
Fiftt- seven American women writers
were born in Maine.
Switzerland hotel keepers have a
mutual protection Bociety.
Mrs. A. T. Stewart is 84 years old
and the richest widow in the world.
Rurcs Choate once advised a young
lawyer never to cross-examine a woman.
In Boston there are 20,000 working
women whose wages average only $4 to
$5 a ivooii,
The United States has Ww u,«
fourth largest beer-drinking nation in
the world.
A well which throws up a gas flame
four feet high has been struck near Los
Angeles, Cal.
A French juryman is not permitted to
reveal the secrets of the mode of reach¬
ing a verdict.
The North Carolina State Exposition
will be hold in Raleigh from October 1
to October 28.
The cateli of Penobscot River salmon
has been very light this spring, and the
fish nui small.
Decatur County, la., has a girl who
captured aud sold fifteen wolves during
the last season.
Some one has taken trouble to figure
it out that American hens lay 9,000,000,
'000 eggs a year.
It is rumored that for the next few
years very few expensive houses will be
built by rich men.
A monument is proposed at Kingston,
N. Y., to Lieut. Chipp, who lost his life
in the Arctic regions.
Mr. Corcoran, the Washington
banker, is said to glory in the fact that
his father was a cobbler.
El Mahdi, not long ago, sentenced a
man whom he found smoking a cigarette
in his camp to 150 lashes.
Four little girls under thirteen years
of age turn out about 15,000 paper tor¬
pedoes ia a day in Boston.
The largest county in the United
States is Custer county, Montana, with
an area o{ 30,000 square miles,
The erecfcion of a naiI factory to con .
tain one hundred nail machines is con
: near Portlaud) Oregon,
A f. organization ... , has . been fonned , in .
Nor w h Carolina for a home for disabled
Confederate soldiers of that State,
In San Francisco all the day district
telegraph work is done by women. They
are paid from $40 to $60 a month,
Out of a total area of nearly 21,000,
000 acres the woods and copses of Ire
land are now less than 330,000 acres,
It is estimated that the money annu
ally spent in this country for drink
would take care of 5,000,000 orphans,
The late Judah P. Benjamin is au
thoritatively stated to have made $75,000
a y ear (Re English bar for some years,
The tota , number of separate farmg
in the United y tate8 is 4,000,000, and
I.™ TO.000,OOO 000.
hi baking of gluttony, a medical
writer quotes the old saying that “Many
P^ple dig their graves with their teeth,
A big whale captured by following a New
London vessel brought in the
returns; From whalebone $12,230, oil
$3,490, total $15,720.
“Red Leary,” the burglar, who is
serving a fifteen years’ term in State
prison, has just had $60,000 left him by
an aunt in England,
Ways of Getting Hnrt.
An agent of an accident insurance
company was met the other day when a
reporter said to him, refering to the in¬
sured: “How do they get hurt?” He
said:
“Not in . the ways you would expect.
For instance, we have had here m the
last month a lawyer who was shot in the
face, a commercial traveler who was hnrt
playing base ball, a plumber bottle who was
hurt by the bursting of a of
aerated water, a chemist who fell down
an embankment, a grocer who was bit¬
ten by a dog, a cloth merchant who was
stung by bees, another merchant who
fell off some rocks, an auctioneer who
was bitten by a horse, a coal merchant
who fell while dancing, and a restau¬
rateur who dislocated his wrist while
getting out of a bath.
“As exceptions, we have had within
that time a farmer who was gored by a
bull, a wine merchant who was injured
while breaking the neck of a bottle and
a surgeon who cut himself while dress*
iug a wound.’’
Another man’s admiration is a back
ground against which many an ordinary
woman has shone, clad in uaaccnstomed
graces to her lover’s eyes.