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SCANDAL MONO Eli S.
Do you hear the scandal mongers
Breathing poison in whisper, Passing by,
a
In a sigh ?
Moving cautiously and slow,
Smiling sweetly as they go.
Never noisy—gliding smoothly like a
snake;
Sipping Through here and sipping there.
the meadow fresh and fair,
Leaving subtle slime and poison it)
their wake.
Saw ye not the scandal monger
As she sat,
Beaming brightly ’neath the roses
In her hat?
In her dainty gloves and dress,
Angel like and nothing less.
Seemed she—casting rrniles and pleasing
words about.
Once she shrugged mul shook her head,
liaised her eyes and nothing said
When Bhe spoke of friends, aud yet it
left a doubt.
Did yon hear the scandal monger
At the hall,
Through the music, rhythm, beauty,
Li glit and all ?
Moving litre and moving there,
\\ itli a whisper light as air,
Casting shadows on a sister woman's
fame—
Jnst n whisper, word or glaneo.
As she floated through the dance,
Aud the world is busy with a spotless
name.
You will hear the scandal mongers
Sometimes but often Everywhere.
men, women,
Yet their tongues drop foulest Young and fair,
And they spend their leisure time slime,
Casting mud on those who climb by work
and worth.
Shun them, slum them, ns you go—
Shun them whether high or low.
They are but the cursed serpents of
the earth.
Mab’s Keepsake
Mai) and I bad been idling about in
Tuscany for some weeks with Uncle
■Wallace, and we had many plans made
for more extended journeyiugs, when
our undo was suddenly obliged to re¬
turn to England on pressing business.
As w'e could not and would not accom¬
pany him, he installed us in a quiet
little hotel, gave us a liberal allowance
of pocket-money, and left us with strict
injunctions to remain quietly where we
were until his return. Wo were to make
no excursions requiring longer than a
day’s absence—for Uncle Wallace highly
disapproved of ladies traveling alone in
foreign countries. I was quite old
enough to chaperon Mab whithersoever
she cared to go, but, not being argu¬
mentative, I agreed to keep her and my¬
self iu strict seclusion until her uncle
rejoined us.
But, after three days of our own
society, we both grew horribly mopisb.
Mali had made crooked little sketches
of the old cathedral till we both hated
the sight of the hoary edifice, we had
tried all the cakes in the little confec¬
tioner’s, and had read our small library
twice over.
“Effie, there is to be a rural fete at
San Vito on Wednesday, aud I’m go¬
ing,” Mabel announced on the fourth
dav. U *
“San Vito is eight hours from here,”
I said deprecatingly.
“I don’t care if it is eighty.”
“But think of your promises to Uncle
’Wallace not to go anywhere,”
“We shall be away only one night;
and 1 shall die of the ‘blues’ if we don’t
have some amusement.”
I remonstrated to the utmost of my
ability, but was overruled in the end, as
I knew I should be. Mab, having had
her own way ever since she was
a baby, was not likely to relinquish her
sceptre at the ripe age of twenty. So
the next afternoon, armed with shawl
straps and a small valise, we betook our¬
selves to the railway station aud bought
tickets for San Vito.
“Mademoiselle should inquire care¬
fully the hours of the trains, as the time¬
tables are often inaccurate on this line,”
said our smiling landlord as we de¬
parted.
Our only fellow-traveler in the coupe
was a gentleman of about thirty. He
was reading the Times as we entered,
but I noticed that he seemed to take
more interest in Mab’s pretty face than
in the news. Yet he was not the least
impertinent, and he apparently imagined
that his furtive but comprehensive
glances were quite unnoticed.
Every one admired Mabel—she was
like a sea-shell, or a tea-rose, or any
delicately tinted lovely bit of nature—
and I could not blame this man for
being only human. He had pleasant
dark eyes, with plenty of length fun in them, limb,
sleek dark hair, a good of
and a look of the patrician about him
from the toe of his well-fitting boot to
his finely shaped hand.
As the stranger had been thoughtful
and kind concerning the disposal of our
luggage and the arrangement cf refrac¬
tory curtains, politeness demanded that
I should address him, and we were soon
chatting together like old friends. He
gave us his card, on which was en¬
graved, “Sidney Weir, Oaklands,
Kent,” and be gleaned from our conver¬
sation that the Misses WarburtOD, of
Exham, were his traveling companions.
It suddenly occurred to me that I was
playing the chaperon very badly in
making such advances tried to a perfect Mab
stranger, and I to frighten
into becoming propriety and reserve;
but, when I flattered myself that I was
looking my sternest, she actually gave
Mr. Weir her pretty little hand to hold
while he told her fortune in the pink
palm. bric-a-brac having
The subject of
come up, Mr. Weir produced a curiously
carved little silver whistle from liis
pocket, winch he said had once saved
WRIGHTCVILLE, GA., SATURDAY, AUGUST 9, 1884.
his life in India. It had a peculiar
shrill note, very penetrating and striking
for so small an article, and, used as o
signal of distress, it had brought help
when he was overpowered by the ene
my. He seemed pleased with Mab’s
warm admiration of'the whistle, and, as
she was returning it, he said simply :
“I should be so pleased if you would
accept the little toy as a keepsake. I
shall only lose it if it continues to jingle
about with my keys and small change;
and perhaps it would serve as a charm
to wal'd off danger from you on some
occasion. It’s duty to me is done.”
Mali hesitated; but, seeing the disap¬
pointed look on Mr. Weir’s face, she took
the little trinket, with a smile of thanks,
and fastened it to one of her bracelets,
I thought it a bold, forward thing to do;
but I knew that my opinion or displeas¬
ure Would make hut little difference to
my younger sister.
It was growing late as we drew near
the little station of Gimino, where we
should have to change carriages for San
Vito. Our companion’s destination was
a town further along the Gimino line; so
we would soon he obliged to separate. I
and was secretly Mab pleased; but to Mr. Weir
the time was slipping away al¬
together too quickly. Arrived at Gi
mino we made the unpleasant discovery
that the San Vito tiain had gone on
without us, and that there would be no
other till 5 o’clock in the morning.
“What will you do?” asked Mr.
Weir. “I have ten minutes to spare
before my train goes; if I could be of
any service to you in engaging a room
at the hotel, or in any other way, I
should he most happy.”
“I think it would be better not to goto
the wake hotel,” said the Mab; “we should never
up for early train and we have
not the time to wait for the next one.”
“Yes,” I answered, “wo could get
some refreshment here, and stay in the
waiting room till our train comes. It is
eleven o’clock now, and the time is not
so very long. We can take a comforta¬
ble nap in the waiting room. ”
Something in Mr. Weir’s manner be¬
trayed that he did not quite approve of
our plan but he was too polite to say
anything against it. He called a waiter
to attend to our wants and, in answer to
the second sharp call from the locomo¬
tive, took his leave, lingering long over
the hand-shako with Mab, and disap¬
peared “I wish in the hadn’t darkness.
he gone. I feel lonely
in this strange place,” said Mab, with a
little shiver.
“Nonsense, child! It would have
been obtrusive and indelicate if ho had
remained. You forget that we are only
friends of a day. Why should he alter
his plans for us ?”
I spoke boldly, but I, too, was very
ill at ease. The little coffee room was
gradually filling with rough looking
men, who watched ns—the only women
in the place—furtively and curiously,
speaking a language we but little under¬
stood. The hotel was a mile distant and
we could not take refuge in it at that
hour of the night even if we had known
the way.
“Mab, how foolish of you to wear
your diamond ring on a journey of this
kind—it attracts attention !” I said, in
an undertone, as the light caught the
brilliant on her linger when she raised
her coffee cup,
1 happened to glance out of the win¬
dow at that instant and, to my horror,
saw a man with evil black eyes and griz¬
zled hair staring intently at. Mab and me
with a wicked look about him which I
could not forget. As I caught his eye
he slunk away in the darkness, and pres¬
ently the railway porter came to escort
us to the waiting room.
“It is against the rules of the road to
allow the waiting room to be occupied
at night,” he began, “but if you will be
content without a light, and with both
doors locked on the outside, I have no
objection to your waiting there for your
train.”
This was appalling,to be locked up for
five hours in a shabby little Italian wait¬
ing room in total darkness. By feeling
the man we prevailed upon him to allow
us to bolt the outer door on the inside
so that we should feel a little less like
prisoners. walks and down the
“The guard up
platform till morning, so you can feel
quite safe,” said the porter consolingly,
as ho wished us good-night and shut the
door of the dark little den upon us.
I fortunately bethought me of some
wax matches in the valise, and lighting
one for a moment we took in the situa¬
tion—a mean little room with a door on
two sides, hard benches round the walls
and a long table. Surely not an invit¬ made
ing apartment for repose. We
ourselves as comfortable as the circum¬
stances would permit and tried to forget
our position in sleep. But I became
preternaturally wakeful. Here were we,
two unprotected women, dropped down
.at this little station for all the long
night hours. Suspicious characters were
lurking about, and we might be robbed
and murdered without our friends ever
knowing of our fate. In the midst of
my cheerful reflections it consoled me a
little to see the gnard pass by slowly
at intervals with his lantern gleaming on
the red band of his cap.
Suddenly, my ears sharpened by the
silence, I heard a stealthy step approach
the inner door of our prison, and the
quiet grating of a key in the lock was
distinctly audible. My heart seemed to
stop beating with fright, the and then, to
my unspeakable the evil-looking horror, door softly
opened and man, with
the grizzled window hair, whom of the coffee-room, I had seen
through the
crept in with a dim lantern in his hand.
“Listen 1” he said, iu a hoarse whisper,
fixing me with his wicked eyes. “If
you are quiet I .will do you qo harm,
but if you screain or mase tne least dis¬
turbance I know how to silence you. I
want the ring your friend’s pretty finger
wears, and whatever money and other
valuables you hate about you. Make
no resistance, as you value your life!
I suppose 1 grew very white and
trembled, for Mabel said, in a surpris¬
ingly firm voice—
“Don’t faint, Eilie, but give the man
the valise to search; our lives are worth
more thau the trumpery it contains.”
The robber set his lantern on the ta¬
ble and began undoing the straps of Our
valise, placing it ou the iloor before the
door at which he had entered. Where
was the guard outside that his light did
not shine again through our window ?
He might have rescued us; but he did
not come.
“Eftie,” said Mabel, in a whisper to
me—she need not have whispered, for
the robber could not understand our
language—“I without am not going to give up
my ring a struggle. This man
evidently thinks the oilier door locked
on the outside aud safe against our
opening it; otherwise he would not lot
ns stand so close to it. 1 havo my hand
on the bolt now; there—I have slipped
it! I am going to dash the robber’s
lantern from the table with this bundle
of shawls; in the darkness we can rush
out upon the platform and call the
guard. Don’t lose your head, or try to
detain me, for I am quite resolved. He
ready to iiy when I give the signal.”
Before 1 could recover from my as
tonishment at this bold plan, there was
a crash volley of glass upon Italian the lioor, dark¬
ness, a of oaths aud my
sister and I were tearing madly down
the deserted platform.
“Guard ! guard 1” wo shrieked, with
all the energy of despair, but from
some would inexplicable cause he could not or
not hear us, though we saw his
form quite plainly in the distance.
Steps were heard in pursuit of ns and
the angry curses of the burglar reached
our terror-stricken ears, when an in¬
spiration seized Mabel. She put her
little silver whistle to her lips and blew
till its peculiar note rang out liken clar¬
ion on the still air.
The sounds of hasty footsteps ap¬
proaching from another direction be¬
came audible; but whether they were
for good or ill wo could not tell. Mob
had lost her courage and was leaning Oil
me, half fainting, when a voice calling
in English “Hallo! What is the mat¬
ter? What are you rascals doing?'
seemed to put new life into her.
Two men ran toward us, one of whom,
to our amazement and delight, we recog¬
nized ns Sidney Weir, our traveling
companion. We
him clung to him, and hovered over
with tears, hysterical laughter am]
incoherent thanks, and did not notice
that during our explanations both rob¬
ber and guard disappeared. Mr. Weir
said that ho had felt uneasy at leaving
us alone in the little station, and, find¬
ing another belated traveler, they had
whiled away the night smoking and
walking up and down upon the road
near at hand. He lmd not told ns of his
change of plans, as it might annoy us.
When he saw the rough set of men who
collected about the coffee-room, lie was
very glad he had waited, for he thought
we might be subjected to annoyance, if
nothing whistle worse. The sound of Mabel’s
had reached his ears as a signal
of distress, and he would never feel suf¬
ficiently thankful that ho had given her
the little toy.
“Wliat I fail to understand is this ras¬
cally guard deserting his post so shame¬
fully,” said our rescuer, ringing a huge
bell which hung near.
Presently an astonished group of
waiters and porters gathered round us
with lights and began asking us a thou¬
sand questions. One of the newcomers
stumbled over something lying in a
dark corner.
“What is this?" ho cried; “Moser,
the guard, in a drunken sleep ! He will
lose his place for this, and deserves it,
too 1”
It was afterward discovered that An¬
ton Moser, the real guard, had been
drugged by his two lantern ruffians, one of whom while
had stolen and cap,
the other made his daring attempt upon
Mabel and me.
We had lost all interest in the fete at
Ban Yito, and, like frightened, disobedi¬
ent children, our only wish was to re¬
turn home, if the little hotel that we
had left could be called home. Sidney
Weir accompanied us; and, when Uncle
Wallace returned, he found a suitor for
Mabel’s hand awaiting his approval.
The approval was not witheld, as Mab’s
face idol. betrayed that her heart had found
'ts
Gen. Webb’s Duel
In 1843 the late General James
Watson Webb was challenged to fight a
duel by Thomas F. Marshall, then a
member of Congress from Kentucky.
They fought near Wilmington, Del., at
ten paces. General Webb did not want
to fight, as he was the best shot in the
country. Considering his adversary’s
life at his mercy, he informed Marshall’s
friends that under no consideration
would he take his life. Marshall, how¬
ever, insisted on fighting, and although
he wounded General Webb in the knee,
the General fired both shots under Mar¬
shall’s feet. On General Webb’s return
to New York ho was indicted for fight¬
ing a duel and sentenced to two years’
imprisonment. A petition was immedi¬
ately circulated for his pardon, and two
weeks afterward he was pardoned by
the Governor.
No, TnE plumber is not a man who
picks plums, in the ordinary sense, but
somehow ho manages to gather a good
many during the winter season,
AFTER THE FINNY TRIBE.
cAtciuNG ms Fiusl' Titotm
The l.tvrllmt Day’s Sport IhiU nit Amateur
New York Plsht-riimii had Ever Enjoyed.
“I have a friend in Sullivan county, *
says a well known New Yorker. “He
wrote me that he was about to be mar¬
ried, aud desired me to be present on the
occasion; ‘Ah !’ said I, ‘here’s my op¬
portunity. I will go condole with my
frieii 1, aud at the same time woo the
pleasures of the rod.’ I saw my friend
sacrificed, and then said : ‘Now I will
seek the mountain brook.’ My friend
fitted me out with all the arrangements
that were necessary for the enjoyment of
tho gentle art. He drove me to the brook
and showed me liow to east the cruel
barb, tipped not with the deceptive fly,
but entwined by the gyrating denizen of
tho fresh-turned turf, He also instructed
mo iu the proper way to act when I lured
some credulous trout upon my hook.
Then he left mo and I started in. It
was a nice creek. It flowed through a
meadow at the place where I began.
The sun was a trifle bright aud genial, as
you may have observed by this reflected
light in my countenance. I whipped the
stream for several rods without coaxing
any trout to Licky-te-brindle try tho bait, but suddenly 1 1
got a bite. down the
creek went the biter, it took all the line
off the reel, aud then took me. Down
the creek I went after it. I was on shore,
for tho water looked cold, and I thought
I might do just as effective killing from
the shore as by wading. After I had
run down stream something tho like an
eighth of a mile fish suddenly
doubled and tore up stream. Then up T
weut as fast as I had gone down, until I
thought I would havo to drop the rod
and let the fish have his own way with it.
Just then the fish slopped, and I reeled
back the liue, a little piece of work in
the way of angling that hadn’t occurred
to me before. I had the line well taken
in and stood close ou the edgo of the
brook when the fish started for shore to¬
ward the spot where I was standing. It
never stopped, but climbed right up on
the land, and before I recovered my head
my leg was being neatly wound up in a
water snake that could have been sold
for a yard, good measure. I took somo
of the best steps the Highland fling can
produce, dropped my rod aud made rail¬
road time toward a fence that loomed
gratefully up on the further side me
field. The snake dropped me then, and
after I had gone half way across the field
it occurred to me that it might not be
quite the proper caper to leave my
friend’s tackle to be gorged by a snake,
and I went back. The snake was mov¬
ing off with line, rod and all. I drew my
knifo aud cut about four feet of the line
off aud gavo it to the snake.
‘ ‘ Well, that tussle rattled me a little,but
I made up my mind it must be only a
touch of fisherman’s luck and I tied on
another hook, tangled it up with a worm
and once more wont for the ripples. By
and by I had a bite, I guess, and yanked
the hook. It came out of the water with
a ‘swish,’ and sailed up in the air like a
sky rocket. 1 gave the rod a twitch to
throw the bait in again. I felt it come to
a sudden pause in tho air, and then
‘whi-z-z’ my reel began to go. I looked
back. If I was a real, genuine trout
fisherman of course I wouldn’t expect
you to believe this, but wliat should I
see but a swallow traveling skyward with
my hook iu its mouth. It liad swooped
down on tho worm as it was in the air
and had hooked itself. It was the work
of a few minutes to reel the swallow in,
likopulliug down a kite. It was only
hooked in the bill and I freed it without
much trouble.
“ ‘And this is trout fishing ?’ I re¬
marked to myself. ‘An hour on tho
brook and all tlie trout I’ve baergod are
a snake aud a swallow.’ Then 1 lashed
the brook some more. I came to a nice
foamy pool that swept along tho edge of
a high bank on the opposite side of the
creek. I thought surely I must catch a
big trout there. And I did. It scared
me when I got it out on the ground. \s
I was admiring its beauty I heard a
voice liehind me. ‘See here, young fel¬
ler,’ it said, ‘do you know what o' you’ll git
if you don’t make tracks off this here
land. If ye don’t, I kin tell ye.’
“I turned around. The owner of the
voice was a liorny-fisted son of the plow.
He told me he’d give me five minutes to
vacate the premises. As he was backed
up by a fellow-tiller of the soil I said I
would depart at once. I started to re¬
trace my steps, but that was against the
rules of the property, and do you know
those farmers made mo give them the
trout I had caught and wouldn’t allow
me to get off their laud except by plung¬
ing across that brook, which was up to
my neck, and clambering up the high
bank ou the other side? I had been
keeping myself dry all along because the
water was so cold !
“That settled it. The charm of front¬
ing was washed away entirely. Arcadian
simplicity had won the day. I followed
down the creek until I came to a road
that my friend said would lead to las
place. I sat down on a rock in the sun
and busied myself in wringing some of
(be water out of mo. As I sat there cogi¬
tating aud making some very em¬
phatic remarks connected with trout
fishing and its devotees, I was attracted
by a noise in the bushes off to my right.
I looked around. There, standing in the
middle of the road not thirty feet away,
and all three of them looking as if they
were two laughing They at me, said was it a big two bear miles with
cubs. was
from where I sat by the roadside to my
friend’s house.' That may quicker bo, but I
never traveled two blocks than
I covered that distance. the They went
back and got my boots and fishing
tackle, Trout fishing in Sullivan oounty
is exciting, but bobbing for eels over in
the Hackensack is good enough for me.”
WORTH ITS WEIGHT IN GOLD.
Fretieh Peasants Who Sell Tlicte llafv
Onee lu Pour Yenrs.
[Prom tlxo Boston Herald,1
“Human hair goods are worth more
now than they ever were,” said a dealer
who does a large business in such arti¬
cles. “All classes of ladies wear them—
young, middle aged and old—some for
use, but more for ornament. Men wear
wigs only when they cannot help their it.
Women wear false hair to add to
charms. Short hair is in demand now,
in the form of Lisbon and sea foam
waves aud frizzes, and the favorite color
is chestuut brown. The golden shade,
so much in fashion a few years ago, has
fallen fifty per cent, in price.”
“Where does the supply of artificial
hair come from ?”
“Nearly all little from France and Ger¬
many, with a from other parts of
the Continent and England. The largest
quantity and best quality is from Franco.
It is not the hair of dead persons, as
many imagine, but comes from the heads
of living peasant girls. It is gathered
by peddlers, who buy it for a triffe—a
silk handkerchief or some other trifle
which pleases the fancy. There are in
France regular ‘hair raisers’—that is,
girls who have their hair cut for sale
every four years.”
“What is the most expensive kind ot
aair ?”
“Natural silver white, like this, is
worth $18 or $20 an ounce; so you see
it is worth more than its weight in gold.
Bleached white hair is worth only $3 an
ounce. Natural hair of ordinary shades
is worth from $5 to $20 a pound, except
the hair collected by ragpickers, which
brings only from $1 to $3. The value
of different colors of hair depends ou the
fashion. Yellow hair not golden is
almost useless to us. ”
“I suppose there have been great im¬
provements made in your art of late
years ?”
“Yes, indeed. You could tell the old
fashioned wig a mile off, but now I can
make a wig that will defy detection. A
great many top pieces are worn by men,
like this.”
Hero the hair dealer, greatly to the
surprise of the reporter, lifted up what hair
was to all appearance the natural
on the top of his head, and disclosed a
omnium hH **» *». LilLarcS
“I suppose you sell a good many
light colored waves to dark haired
ladies ?”
“Ah, you may see many a pretty
blonde on the street with black eyes,
which she cannot hide, and black hair,
which she can. Fashion rules all. Jiwt
now the color is medium brown, but
there are constant changes in style,
enough to keep one ‘on the go’ all the
time.”
Forests and Rainfall.
At a meeting of the Society of Engi¬
neers in Pittsburg, Col. T. B. Roberts
read a paper on “Forests and Rainfall.”
He claims that the destruction of forests
has no effect whatever in decreasing
rainfall, but tends rather to increase it.
“The records of many years oil five oi
the most important rivers in Europe
show that there is no evidence to sup
port the theory that floods are increas¬
ing in height and frequency.” overflow, In re¬
gard to the Ohio river he
says ; “It will be observed from the
records that the flood of 1884 was only
four inches higher than that of 1832,
fifty-two years earlier. Between tho
years 1851 and 1867, inclusive, omitting
two years of which no records were
kept or preserved, there were eight floods
rising twenty-fivo feet or more, anil
five reached the thirty-foot mark. The
mean high water for the sixteen years
was twenty-four and seven-tenths feet.
During the second period, from 1868 to
1884, inclusive, there were only four
floods rising to the height of twenty-five
feet, and not till the last flood did the
river rise to thirty feet or over. But
there seems to be nothing in these
records on which to establish any theory
either for increase in the height of
floods, or for less low-water discharge
due to the destruction of forests, or to
any other cause. The excess of rain,
the condition of the earth, were suffi¬
cient to account for the unusual flood of
•884.”
Every Antiquarian Knew It,
The Boston Advertiser is responsiblt
for the following story;
A good story is told of a couple ol
Hinghnm antiquarians. both named The Lincoln, two old
gentlemen, rivals iu friendly each striv¬ were
long outdo a other way, bringing
ing to the iu to
light points of antique interest, aud
each fond of airing any discovery before
the other. One morning the two met
in the cars, when one said to the other,
with an air of one who condescends to
impart valuable information:
“Do you know, I have discovered
that there Lincoln?” are ten ways of spelling the
name of
“Nonsense,” retorted his rival, with
brisk conclusiveness, “there is only one
way to spell it. All others are tho mere
mistakes of ignorance, as every antiqua¬
rian could tell you.”
A Vermont watch man recently he stole went and
paid for a $5 stated that he eighteen
years ago. He
to free his mind, as he had been in hell
ever since he stole it. If it takes
years of hell to make a Vermont man
give up $5, there appears to bo a
for the belief that somo Vermonters
penurious.—itoston Post.
NO. 12.
ODDS AND ENDS.
A cubit is tw'o feet.
A pace is three feet.
A fathom is six feet.
A palm is three inches.
A league is three miles.
Thebe are 2,750 languages.
Two persons die every second.
Amebica was discovered in 1492.
Sound moves 743 miles per hour
Envelopes webe first used in 1839.
Telescopes were invented in 1590.
A square miie contains 040 acres.
Light moves 172,000 miles per hour.
Toledo, Ohio, is discussing plans for
new parks.
There are 7,600,000 farmers in the
United States.
A citizen of New Orleans is making
a fortune selling iced tea.
The Bank of England spends $50,000
a year in lunch for its clerks.
London has a greater population than
the entire Dominion of Canada.
TnEiiE are now thirty-nine United circuses
traveling through the States.
Thebe are 180 women enrolled ns
students in the University of Michigan.
Queen Victoria paid $200,000 for a
pearl necklace for her married daugh¬
ter.
The Philadelphia Press the states that
many scientists believe in sea ser¬
pents.
It is estimated that the Pennsylvania
wheat crop of 1884 will reach 12,350,000
bushels.
The estate of the late T. Bigelow
Lawrence, of Boston, is valued at
$982,897.
The U. S. Senate has voted to give
the letter carriers a two-weeks’ vacation
annual ly.
A new species of the army worm has
made its appearance in New York and
Pennsylvania.
Fifteen Massachusetts girls are about
to undertake a tramp of 300 miles iu the
Adirondacks.
Pink lilios of the valley are now
grown in Germantown, Pa., as freely ns
the white ones.
Philadelphia has prohibited the fir¬
ing of crackers, squibs, etc., within its
limits July 4th.
The annual convention of the Ameri
can 'RcmlrGra* A.caf\mafian will La 1u».W of
Saratoga, on August 13 and 14.
It is said that among all the Mormon
converts at Salt Lake there is not a sin¬
gle French woman.
The taxable valuation of Connecticut
is $448,774,879, an increase of $6,532,-
313 over last year.
The population of Texas is 2,000,000.
The largest city is Galveston, with
inhabitants.
The Imperial Canal of China is tho
longest in the world. It is 2,100 miles
long, aud connects 41 cities.
Little boys in Mexico who obey their
teacher in school are awarded by being
allowed to smoko while they study.
In tho Mesilla valley, in New Mexico,
apple trees bear the second year from
the seed, and grapes the third year.
Twenty-five dollars is the penalty
for every wild duck shot in New York
State between May 1 aud December 1.
Jules Verne is off for a cruise in the
Mediterranean on board his yacht, St.
Michael, to find materials for a new
story.
Twenty years ago the number of
Protestants of all denominations* in
Paris was 15,000; the total at present is
44,000.
Recent returns show that the savings
banks of New Hampshire have $3,000,
000 moro in deposits than they had one
year ago.
It takes 50,000 rose blossoms to yield
an ounce of attar, and the genuine arti¬
cle costs $100 por ounce at the place of
distillation.
The ruined cliff city discovered last
summer in Arizona, which occupied
the sides of a canyon, has been named
Walnut Canyon.
The tax valuation of Chicago is, real
and personal, about $133,000,000; that
of Cincinnati for the same year (1883)
was $169,000,000.
According to the San Franoisco
Chronicle the removal of beards from
ladies’ faces has become a lucrative pro¬
fession in that city.
The Boy Who Didn’t Walt.
A Western paper tells a good story of
a young fellow who on the spur of the
moment said a thing that will live in
history. There was a sailboat upset out
in tho bay, and men were clinging to it
in the hope of being dock rescued, and a
crowd rushed to the to procure
small boats to go to the relief of the
wrecked crew. A young fellow jumped
into a boat and was just about to pull
off, when his father came upon the dock,
and seeing iris sou about to undertake
the perilous trip, the father said;
“HerO., you better not go. Let some
one take the boat who understands it.”
The boy looked at his father, then
looked at the men struggling in the water.
It was, for a moment, a question in the
boy’s mind what to do. It was a strug¬
gle between duty to the parent, and
duty to the men who were liable to lose
their lives if not rescued at once. To
obey the father, come ashore and get
out of the boat, and let others get in,
would hav9 taken valuable time, and
would have subjected “Herb.” to com
meets that he could not have stood,
“Father, I fell in there once, myself,
and did not want to wait for some one
to learn boating before they came to my
relief, and I am going.” and he went,