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ft i —- m » - & \ ♦ ■ 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.