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KNOXIUi JOURNAL
KNOXVILLE, GEORGIA.
F The Michigan Legislature has passed a
new and more equitable libel law.
The Sugar-Trust is making a profit of
$3,000,000 a month or $36,000,000 a
year.
Says the New York New: “The most
hopeful sign of the times in the political
life of this country is the rapid spread of
ballot reform.”
A movement has been started by the
Swiss Government looking to a universal
reduction of the hours of labor for em
ployes in factories and on farms.
Brazil has recently celebrated the first
anniversary of the abolition law,by which
she placed herself among the ranks of
the non-slave-holding States of the
world.
The New York World finds 125 men
in New York worth over $1,000,000
each, forty women and 129 firms, at
least one member of which is good for a
million, or a total of 294 millionaires in
the American metropolis.
The population of the city of London
is now, according to the most reliable
estimates, 4,250,000. Of these 4,250,
000 people fully 900,000, or something
over twenty per cent., are at present in
receipt of some form of pauper relief.
Sir John Swinburne has discovered that
the Portuguese Government has been
owing England a trifle of $12,046,205.-
12$. for value received ever since 1815,
and has never yet paid any interest on
the little bill—nor given anything on ac
count.
The new eastern express from Berlin
to Constantinople, Turkey, is to run once
a week. The event is hailed in Berlin as
marking an epoch in German railway
traveling, for it practically connects
Hamburg and Constantinople direct by
express train.
i The PaU Mall Gazette states that many
have been induced to go to Buenos Ayres
from both England and Ireland, upon
the representation that they would re
ceive land and houses free. Instead,
however, they have met nothing but
misery, want and starvation.
The Austrian troops are being armed
with what is known as the Manlieher
rifle. The deadly nature of this weapon
may be inferred from the fact that during
target practice recently a soldier acciden
tally received a fatal wound from a bullet
fired at a distance of two and a half
miles.
■ It is just three hundred and fifty-one
years since Don Aloar Nunez Cabeza de
Vaca, the pioneer white man, first entered
what is now known as the Territory of
Arizona, and yet, as far I can see, writes
a correspondent to the New York Obser
ver,the great Eastern public has very little
more real knowledge of it now than
then.
The military forces of England, all
told, amount to about 617,000 armed
men. Of this number rather more than a
third belong to the regular army, which
is supported by a first-class army reserve
of 52,000; the volunteers have reached a
strength of 226,000, but the militia has
fallen to 118,000, and only 11,000 Yeo
men mustered for training last year.
* There are in the civilized world an
average of one deaf mute to every 1500
of the population; in other words, there
are at least 1,000,000 of this afflicted
class. In the United States thesreare 38
000, in Great Britain, 20,000; in Ger
many, 25,000; in France, 30,000; in
Sweden, 2000; in Norway, 1100; and in
Switzerland (the country above all others
where deafness is prevalent), 10,000.
' Until 1886 Maryland was the only
Southern State, according to the New
York Post, which had a bank that was
exclusively a savings institution. In 1887
North Carolina was added to the list,
and the next year South Carolina,
Georgia and Louisiana, these four States
reporting over 23,000 depositors and
nearly $6,000,000 in deposits. “Both,
as a sign of the development of thrift,
and as a promoter of the habit,” adds
the Post “the rise of the savings bank
system in the South is heartily wel
comed;”
■’ Yale College may take to herself the
credit of having, at this year’s com
mencement, produced a novelty,, states
the Washington Star. The roll of honor
of the graduating class is said to be
made up, to a very large extent, of the
names of young men conspicuous for
their skill and devotion to athletic
sports. The _ .youth ,, who these , days ,
in
succeeds in reconciling the triumphs-of
the -baseball field and race-course '-with
MOODS.
,
That’s what the young leaves whisper
What do the young leaves whisper about?
A little maid said: “When school is out,
Of shady walks and fruits and flowers,
Of the fields and brooks and leaping trout,
And all fair things that summer brings,”
That's what the young leaves whisper about.
What do the young leaves whisper about?
Said a blushing maid: ‘ ‘Never a doubt
Of love and a home, and of happiness;
Of a heart so true and brave and stout,
And all sweet things a lover brings.”
That's what the young leaves whisper about.
What do the young leaves whisper about?
A woman said with light gone out
Of life: “Of faith, trust and virtue slain,
Of the world’s contempt, its scorn and flout,
And all sad things wrong ever brings.”
That’s what the young leaves whisper about.
What do the young leaves whisper about?
“It maybe the world may scorn and scout,
But a fallen, trampled soul may rise
If only a helping hand’s held out,
And such sweet things as love still brings.”
That’s what the young leaves whisper about
— Mrs. Jerome Hardcastle.
A PIECE OF SILK.
It had been a rainy, drizzly, disagree
able sort of day. The flowers and sun
shine were alike scarce and coy. At
Snip well & Birch’s business was dull, and
when, late in the afternoon, a customer
came in, Fanny Pole was fast asleep be
hind the counter. She hoped that the
sturdy old man, with the white whiskers
and the keen blue eyes, would pass on to
Georgie Miller’s department, but he did
not. He paused directly in front of the
silks, with an air that meant business.
“For-r-ward, silks! Miss Fanny—wide
awake there!” cried the floor-walker,
rousing himself from the newspaper.
And Fanny came forward, assuming a
smiling interest that she was very far
from feeling.
“What color, please?” said she, yawn
ing behind her hand.
“Well,” said the customer, “that’s
exactly what I don’t know. It’s for the
old lady at home. It’s her birthday to
morrow, and she ain’t never had a silk
gown yet. So, if you please, young
woman, I’ll take your views on the sub
ject. What would you advise?”
Fanny brightened up, with a sudden
inspiration.
“Black,” she cried—“black by all
means. There’s nothing so durable as
black, nor so ladylike, And we have
some very desirable dress-lengths in black
caehemire-finisked silks.”
The old farmer stroked his beard du
biously.
“Olive’s a fashionable color, ain’t it?”
said he. “And she was always partial to
blue when she was a gal.”
“But she isn’t a girl now,- is she?” re
torted Fanny, rather flippantly.
“Well, no—I can’t say she is!” slowly
answered the old man. “She’ll be sixty
to-morrow.”
“Then blue would be quite out of the
question,” said Fanny, with a little au
thoritative nod of the head. “And olive
is a dreadful color to fade and spot.”
The old man poked at the pile of soft
bright silks with his whip handle.
‘ ‘This ’ere red’s a mighty pretty color,”
said he, tentatively.
“It’s a great deal too bright to bo in
good taste,” said Fanny, with decision.
“Well, I clunno but what it is,” said
the farmer, regretfully.
“You’d better select this black,” said
the girl, with a persuasive smile.
“Ef ’twas for your mother you was
a-buyin’ it,” said the farmer, “would you
take the black?”
“I certainly should,” said Fanny Pole.
“How much is it?”
“A dollar-twenty a yard, reduced from
a dollar and a half,” Fanny glibly an
answered. “Fifteen yards is the piece
—a good, full pattern.”
“Do you recommend it as good?” ques
tioned the old man. “I ain’t no judge
of the article myself. Ef ’twas fat cat
tle now, or a sample of oats—”
“There isn’t a better silk in the store,”
said Fanny,
And the farmer bought it and paid for
it, accordingly.
“Bring me some paper and a string,
and I’ll do it up myself, ” said Miss Pole
to tha cash boy, who took the farmer’s
twenty-dollar bill; and she did so.
“I’m awfully obliged to you, young
woman!” said the old man, as he took
the precious parcel on his arm. “Good
day 1”
The other store girls giggled,
“Fanny Pole has got hold of the old
est inhabitant this time,” said one.
“Wasn’t he a queer old stiok” laughed
another. “Did you notice his old fash
ioned silver watch chain?”
“Girls,” whispered Fanny, exultantly,
as the floor walker paused at the far end
of the room to criticise some arrange
ment of the ribbon counter, “I’ve sold
itl I’ve got it off our hands!”
“The pattern?” whispered Cynthia
Joyce.
“What pattern?” said Lizzie Lomax,
who was a newcomer. “What are you
all talking about?”
“She don’t know,” said Cynthia.
“But it was one dull day, and old Par
kins, the plank trotter, was home with a
sore throat, and Fan and me ate our
lunch up stairs, instead of taking it down
into the packing-room, according to
orders. Fan treated to oyster-soup, and
we had a little scuffle over the tin pail of
soup, and somehow it upset, and—”
“Not over the goods!” gasped Lizzie
Lomax, with round eyes of dismay and
horror.
“Yes, over the goods,” struck in Miss
Pole and I tried my best to wash it off
the black silk, but the grease wouldn’t
come out do what I would. Gh, if ever
Parking f 0U nd it out I’d have lost my pla ce
certain, and when stock-taking time came,
k® would have found it out sure. I’ve
bem on tbe.lonknjif. for a ebanee to trot
ness I thought the chanc e would new
eome.”
square^ch^flt douWe
magnifying she. glass?” jeered Fanny. “Not
I tell you I kept the spotted dress
pattern pretty well in the background
when she was mousing through the
goods. She did ask to look at that piece,
but I told her it was a short length. And
of course I couldn’t sell it to any one
who would be likely to bring it back on
our hands the next day. But, you see,
this old fossil lives way out in the back
woods. Didn’t you see his. mud-splashed
wagon at the door? And if he should
make a fuss, nothing can be easier than
to make him believe that it was some
how done through his own carelessness
afterward.”
“Well,” cried Georgie Miller, “if Fan
Pole ain’t the smartest girl in the store!”
“I should have lost my place if I
hadn’t cleared it off the shelves some
how,” complacently observed Fanny.
“Yes, I think myself it was pretty neatly
done.”
“Only,” said Lizzie Lomax, “the poor
old woman that the silk dress was for!”
“That’s none of my lookout,” said Fan
ny Pole.
And she began to talk about the ball
which she expected to attend in a night
or two, in company with a certain young
foreman in a printing office, who had
been especially attentive to her of late.
“I shall get ahead of you all!” Fanny
said, triumphantly, to the other shop
girls. “I’d marry a chimpanzee to get
out of this place. But Harry is no chim
panzee. He’s the handsomest young fel*
low you ever saw, and he’s earning good
round wages, too.”
And the other maidens sighed, with one
envious accord.
“Fan gets all the luck.”
Old Peter Gale jogged home with his
purchase in the twilight, and the next
day he laid the neat paper package on
the sitting-room table.
“You ain’t sixty years old every day
in the year,” said he; “and here’s your
present, mother.”
The spectacles dropped off Mrs. Gale’s
nose.
“A—silk—dress!”cried she. “Well, I
do declare! How ever came you to think
of that, father? Well, I’m so pleased!”
Five minutes later she called to him as
he stood in the sink-room, sorting over
garden seeds.
“Spotted with grease!” he repeated.
“Oh, get out! Guess you’ve got some
thing on the glasses of your specks, old
lady. I bought it spick and span new at
Snipwell & Birch’s.
“Where?” said Henry, the tall son,
who had come from the city to help keep
his mother’s birthday, and brought her a
big-print Bible, so large and substantial
that it needed a whole table to itself.
old “Snipwell & Birch’s,” reiterated the
farmer. “That big, marble-fronted
store on Ontario street, ye know, Hal.
I wasn’t goin’ to buy your mother’s silk
dress at no cheap place, where I’d likely
to be swindled.”
“But you have been swindled, father,”
said Henry, gravely examining the black
silk folds. “Mother is right. Some
sort of grease has been spilled on this,
and some one has attempted to clean it
off, apparently with very indifferent suc
cess.”
“It hain’t been took outen the parcel
sence I bought it,” said Mr. Gale, smit
ting his hand on the table. “And look—
the paper’s as clean and neat as a Sunday
pocket-handkercher. ”
“Yes; and the greased spot is folded
clear on the inside,” said Mrs. Gale.
“Who sold you this piece of silk,
father?” said Henry, intently surveying
it. “I know one of the girls at Snip
well & Birch’s, and I shall certainly in
vestigate the matter.”
“A gal with real yellow hair, and eyes
as blue as a larkspur's bloom,” said Mr.
Gale. “The prettiest spoken little cree
tur you ever seen. She wouldn’t a-
cheated me, I know.”
Henry Gale bit his lip.
“How foolish I am!” he thought. “Is
there only one fair-haired, biae-eyed girl
behind all Snipwell & Birch’s counters?”
And the mud-splashed old wagon
rumbled into town again that day and
took up its station among the elegant
carriages that were there*, for the sun
come out at last, the sky was radiantly
blue, and spring shopping was in its full
tide of success.
“I’ll go in with you, father,” said
Henry and I Gale. “I know some one there,
am certain that they will do their
best to see you righted in this unaccount
able business.”
But Miss Pole happened to be absent
at that minute. She was down in the
stock-room helping a new hand to be
come initiated in the mysteries of he*
business, and Miss Lomax was in tempo
rary charge of the silk counter.
She turned red and white as Farmer
Gale flung down the roll of black silk oa
the oiled walnut expanse, with the ab
rupt words:
“Young woman, I’ve been cheated in
this ’ere dress pattern. It’s damaged
goods, and I mean to be at the bottom of
the business, or I’ll know the reason
why.”
In an instant the floor-walker, one of
the members of the firm, half a dozen
girls, and a sprinkling of cash-boys, had
collected around the counter.
“What is it?” said Mr. Birch. “There
is no dishonorable dealing here. If your
silk is damaged, sir, it must have hap
pened since you left the store.”
“How is this, Miss Lomax?” said Mr.
Parkins, quick to observe the varying
color of the young attendant. ‘ ‘Did you
sell this dress?”
•'No,” said Lizzie, in a low voice,
“Do you know who did sell it?”
“Fanny Pole,” unwillingly admitted
Lizzie.
Birch “Bp himself, so good,” to interposed tell what the awful
as us you
know,about it.”
Reluctantly enough, Lizzie told the
whole story as she had heard it.
6* 1 Mr. Gale stood
pleasant and soft spoken as she was, tool
Who’d a’believed it? Why, it’s up and
down swindlin’1”
“Father, hush!” said Henry Gale.
“Ask Miss Pole to step up here, No.
9,” said Mr. Birch, to the most open-eyed
of the curious ‘ ‘cashes. ’ ’
And in a moment or two Fanny was
fore—yes, confronting her customer of the day be
and Harry Gale, the foreman
in the printing office, too.
She could only burst into tears and
confess her guilt.
‘“I could have stood it out,” she de
clared, afterward, ‘ ‘if it hadn’t been foi
that Lomax girl’s mean tattling! I’ll never
forgive her—never!”
“But what else could she do?” said
Georgia Miller. “Would you have her
lie, up and down, as you did?”
“They asked me a plain question,”
said Lizzie. “I am not a liar!”
Mr. Birch replaced the damaged article
with fifteen yards of the newest, freshes!
black silk in the store, and Miss Pole was
discharged, with the price of the greasy
silk deducted from the salary due her.
And it was not only her situation tha!
she lost, but her lover into the bargain;
for, after this development of character,
Harry Gale saw no more beauty in the
yellow meshes of her hair, the Undine
like glitter of her blue eyes.
Mrs. Gale had the black silk dress
made up by the village dressmaker, and
wore it with modest pride to church.
“It’s all ready now for Harry’s wed
ding,” she said, with a smile, to her son.
“I don’t think there’ll be any occa
sion at present for it, mother,” said the
young man.
“You’ve given up all notion of that
city girl, then?” said Mrs. Gale. “Well,
I’m real glad o’ that, Harry. Deacon
Fuller’s niece Sally is the prettiest girl I
know.”
“So she is, mother,” acquiesced the
printer’s foreman. “And she'is as good
and innocent as she is pretty. I’ve al
ways liked her since we went to school
together.”
He married Sally Fuller, after all,
and Mrs. Gale never knew who the “city
girl” was whom she had dreaded with a
vague sense of apprehension. And there
was no prouder or happier mother than
she when she wore the new black silk
dress to Harry’s wedding.
Under a Serpent’s “Spell.”
H. P. Hedden, who resides southeasi
of Denison, Texas, brought to that city
recently his little child Sallie to be treated
for a snake bite. About 6 o’clock in the
morning the little girl left the house with
a pail on her arm to gather wild black
berries near what is called Stone Spring.
The child was expected to return home
in few minutes as the family was to leave
early to pass the day with a neighbor.
The child being absent something over
an hour, Mrs. Hedden proceeded to the
spring. The child was not there, and
the mother called her name loudly several
times. Receiving no response, she left
the spring and walked into the black
berry patch to hunt up the child. Pass
ing through the patch she saw a scene
which made her scream and almost faint
with horror. The child was seated on a
rock and circled in her lap was a large
rattlesnake. The child was caressing the
snake, whose head was slightly elevated
and moving to and fro. Sometimes the
snake’s head would almost touch the lips
of the child, who pushed it away, with
out appearing to anger the snake. The
child was completely under the spell of
the serpent that it paid no attention to
the mother, who screamed so loudly that
her husband heard her a quarter of a mile
distant and hurried to the scene. When
Mr. Hedden appeared the snake placed
itself in attitude of battle and the air al
most seemed to vibrate with the noise of
the rattler. Mr. Hedden advanced upon
the snake, the child fell back as if in a
swoon, and the snake struck it on the
thumb of the right hand, and then sprang
at Hedden, who killedjit with a rock. Hed
den sucked the wound, which he is con
fident saved the life of his little girl. Sal
hand eratus was also applied to the wound. The
and arm of the girl were but very
little swollen when she was brought to
Denison for treatment. The child states
that she was sitting on the rock picking
berries when the snake appeared, and
that she was unable to move when she
looked at it: that she was afraid of it;
that when it waved its head to and fro in
her face she felt like going to sleep.—
Chicago Herald.
Executions by Carbonic Acid.
Mr. Application Edison has been vainly made te
and various electric light com
panies to provide for the killing of stray
dogs by electricity. In Europe it is well
known that for this purpose carbonic acid
gas is often used. That reminds one that
a clever chemist the other day ridiculed
execution by electricity as a crude and
bungling depriving method of quickly and humanely
a human being of life. The
really scientific way to cause death is by
carbonic acid gas. All the apparatue
needed would be to have built one air
tight cell above another, with a connect
ing tube and stop-cock between them.
The gas, which is very cheap, should be
put in the upper chamber, and the pris
oner, with a good cigar, if you like, on a
loungo, in the lower. On turning the
cock the gas would descend, and firs!
slumber and then death would ensue very
quickly and absolutely painlessly. Com
pared with this the electrical appliances,
with helmet and foot pieces, and damp
sponges, and chair specially constructed,
are absurdly elaborate and curiously bar.
barous.— Boston Transcript.
A Thousand Acres of Lilies.
A traveler tells of the gorgeous beautj
of some of the lagoons along the Amazon
when the famous water-lily of that region
—the Victoria regia—-is in blossom. He
describes one sheet of water, comprising covered
possibly 1000 aores, completely
by hugs and gorgeous blossoms, the
fragrance of which could not possibly be
excelled by tha celehrated odors ol
“Araby the Bleat.” As seen in our hot
house the white flowers author are splashed they with
crimson } but our says varj
much on the Amazoq,some of them being
•nmilo ond fHptr bnxm pTpi't. ns well »«
SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL.
One of the scientific uses of the Eiffel
Tower will be to weigh the moon.
The record of meteorological observa
tions kept at the Paris Observatory was
begun in 1666.
Not only are human beings black or
dark in hot climates, but other animals
vary in like manner.
Power obtained from a fall of water a
mile distant is to be used for lighting the
tower of Segorbe in Spain.
The electric light from the Eiffel Tower
was turned on a disabled boat in the
river, enabling the crew to save both boat
and cargo.
Experiments made on the dog and
rabbit show generally that the quantity
of water is less in the venous than in the
arterial blood.
Fly-wheels with rims of steel wire are
now made in Westphalia, and may be run
three times the speed of cast-iron wheels,
which are limited to about forty yards per
second for the rim.
Professor J. P. Finley gives the width
of the path of destruction in tornadoes,
as determined from the records of eighty
eight years, at from ten to 10,580 feet,
the average being 1369 feet.
The Insect House of the Zoological So
ciety of London is said to be the only
place where an attempt is made to attract
public attention to the various and won
derful groups of the insect family.
From the general appearance of the
vegetation, together with a discussion of
the origin and relations of the flora, it is
concluded by eminent botanists that
Greenland is not a European province
from the point of view of botanical geog
raphy, but has nearer relations to Amer
ica.
Oil collects on the outside of lamps,
because of the capillary attraction of the
wick, which draws it up from the inside,
and allows it tc run over the top of the
tube in whieh the wick is placed. To
prevent this, turn the wick down below
the top of the wick-tube when the lamp
is not in use.
Dry wood gives a hotter fire, and is
more economical to burn than greenwood,
because the latter contains more water,
and a large part of the heat of the fire
is wasted in converting it into steam,
which passes off up the chimney, thus
carrying the heat into the outer air,
where it is wasted.
The British Museum contains what are
probably the oldest pieces of wrought
iron now known as a sickle blade found
by Belzoni under the base of a sphinx in
Karnac, near Thebes; a blade found by
Colonel Vyse imbedded in the masonry
of the great pyramid, and a portion of a
cross-cut saw exhumed at Nimrod by
Layard.
J. E. Thickston, a well known scien
tist and astronomer, believes that the
spaces within the earth’s crust made
vacant by the withdrawal of natural gas
will be filled up by air, which, coming
in contact with the remaining gases, will
cause the an explosion that may throw into
air the whole country between Lake
Erie and the Monongahela River.
An experienced engineer says belts of
a light color should be selected in prefer
ence to darker ones. Superior belting
having indicates an unmistakable light buff color
that it is oak tanned and that
the leather has been thoroughly washed.
This removes all matter except the fibre.
This light color is an indication that only
the best quality of grease has been used,
kn inferior quality of grease not only im
pairs the quality of the leather but dark
tns the color.
Oil From Wood.
A new industry has sprung up in
Sweden, which consists in the extraction
of oil from wood. It appears that this
industry is becomihg every year a more
important branch of Swedish trade. The
portions of timber and plants which used
to be considered valueless are now util
ized. After being subjected to various
processes they yield not only oil, but tur
pentine, creosote, acetic acid, charcoal
and pitch. It appears that the ligneous
oil produced in Sweden cannot be burned
in ordinary lamps, owing to the quantity
of smoke it throws off, but has to be used
in specially constructed lamps, similar to
what are employed for photogen. It costs
about fifty-five centimes per litre, is not
explosive, and burns much longer than
photogen. There are now thirty manu
factories far turning out this substance
in Sweden—so rapidly has the industry
developed—and is the annual production
about 40,000 litres.— Drug, Oil and
Paint Reporter.
Spelling Bees Drove Him Crazy.
has Probably the queerest character that
been received in the asylum at
Milledgeville, fellow Ga., recently, is a young
The brought from Walker County.
subject of his derangement is spell
ing, and it is said he went crazy during
the spelling bee craze several years ago.
He uses the same letters for spelling any
word given him, and invariably pro
nounces the result of his babbling
“asafetida.” When given a word to
spell he throws open one corner of his:
mouth and yells at the top of his voice:
“B-a.ba, asafetida.” y-a He ya, g-a ga, be f-a fa, most d-idi,
can seen any ;
time about the yard spelling for the
amusement of the crowd, who generally
reward him with a chew of tobacco for
his effort .—Chicago Herald.
Died Because He had Slept
Military discipline during times of
peace must be much more severe in
Hungary this than anything ever heard of
side of the Atlantic. A young officer
was recently put in change of a bat
talion of men for transportation to a dis
night. tant point, which involved a journey by
The officer fell asleep and did
not awake until after the point of desti
nation had been passed. He was so
overwhelmed with the heinous nature of
his offense and its possible consequences:
that without further ado he wrote a
fareweit letter explaining the matter and'
deliberately Snn. blew out his own brains__
A DERVISH. .
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Josepli’s coat his tattered raiment shows
A rainbow blending of its countless hues;
The desert dust has stained his pilgrim
shoes,
His frame , is gaunt, yet on and - on he goes. ;
Pew are the hours his weary limbs repose,
Few are the drops that wet his earthen
cruse;
The path is long, the sharp flints cut and}
bruise, ;
And yet at heart a dreamful rest he knows, j
His visions aye of calm celestial days—
Of peaceful groves of palm beyond the
skies;
Forever shine before his ardent eyes
The fountained heavenly courts through:
golden haze:
He deems the more he bears on mortal ways
The greater his reward in Paradise.
—Clinton Scollard , in LippincotVs.
HUMOR OF THE DAT.
The Courier-Journal advocates noiseless
powder for fire-crackers.
Who was Luke’s mother?—A Mama
luke, of course.— Siftings.
The rudder is a stern necessity to a
ship .—Merchant Traveler.
Children cry for the moon. Men want
the earth .—Boston Courier.
The woman who lives in vanity lives
In vain .—Merchant Traveler.
People who get lonesome realize what
poor company they are .—Merchant Trav
eler.
A dime museum has a cow with three
tails. There are no flies on that beast.—
New York News. .
The lion is the king of the forest, but
the cow is the boss of the barn-yard.—
Munsey's Weekly.
New York has seen many noble pa-,
geants lately; but Boston is the real place
for spectacles.— Puck.
Somebody says a man can get roaring
drunk on water. Well, so he can on
land .—Rochester Post-Express.
Wiggins, the weather prophet, says the
seas are drying up. They set him a good
example .—Pittsburg Chronicle.
“1 love you well,” the stamp exclaimed,
•‘Dear envelope so true;
In fact its evident to all
That I am stuck on'you.”
—Minneapolis Tribune.
Drinking is said to be an indication of
good feeling. But it isn’t the following
morning that the good feeling appeals.—
Statesman.
In commercial circles they have what
are called cast iron notes. It seems as
though it would be hard to forge them.
—Burlington Republican.
The smart young man said he had not
been in the drug store very long, but he
had been at the soda fountain long enough
to be a flzzician— Washington Critic.
They were talking about penmanship.
“I like your hand,” said he. “Don’t
you want it, George?” she asked, sweetly.
No cards .—lawrence Daily American.
With a tightening grasp she seized his arm J
Like one with horror dumb,
Gurgled “Oh, George, and moaned, I’ve then wildly shrieked,'
lost my gum!”
—Texas Siftings. ;
“No, Claribel, the fishermen down
around Sandy Hook do not keep their
money in the Fishing Banks. They take
it out of that place whenever they get the
chance.”— Statesman.
A writer who, when young was v< t green,,
In time grew blue as years pass: o’er his
head.
You ask what caused this transformation
scene?
The man grew blue because he was not
read.
—Life.
“I’m afraid this bill is counterfeit,”
6aid the merchant, handing back a hard
looking fiver. ‘ ‘I don’t see how that can
be,” replied the man. “I got it not ten
minutes ago from an Italian. If it was
a bad bill you may depend upon it he’d
want to keep it and cheat somebody with
it .”—Rochester Post-Express.
Johnny Dumpsey—“Oh, ma! I wish'
you would make me a pair of home-made
trousers every day.” Mrs. Dumpsey.
(much gratified) — “Why, darling?”
Johnny Dumpsey—“Because the scholars
all laughed at me so to-day that the
teacher had to excuse me, and I’ve had a:
bully time fishing with Bill Peck.”—,
Burlington Free Press.
On. one occasion a lady called and pre«;
rented a check which she wished cashed,]
As she was a perfect stranger to the pay-,
ing teller, will have he said very politely: “MadamJ
you to bring some one to in-{
troduce you before we can cash this
check.” haughtily, Drawing herself up quiteij
she said freezingly: “But 13
So not wish to know you, sir !”— Rich
mond Dispatch.
Four Men Could Lift the Eiffel Tower;
The whole Eiffel tower in Paris could
be lifted by four men of average strength.
The case has been proved. When it was
about half its present height a few menj
actually the thing did^ft is perfectly it. This simple. is not The humbug;]
con-;
struction of the tower is based on tha
canti-lever principle, and its bulk of 6400
tons is so adjusted as to press on the founda
tion with less weight than that of a man
in armchair on the floor. *
Is the tower beautiful? No. But it
has the erect, fragile looking elegance of
an obelisk, not hewn out of red granite,! at]
but knit of dark hued meshes. And
any rate, in the eyes of its admirers, it;.
plays the part of mountain tops in tk&
clouds, producing new atmospheric ef
fects in our views of Paris. Tinted vapora
of hang cloudland, round its the summit; pale pink the of gray dawn, shading! the]
lurid hues of sunset, furnish striking
backgrounds for the iron lacework. SI
The Eiffel tower never claimed to be *
work of art. It was never intended to
stand in the category of architectural)
masterpieces with Notre Dame or the
Sainte Chapelle. It must be taken for
what it is, and criticized from its own
standpoint, neither more nor less. It
was planned with the idea that it might
fill the disputed place of the eighth won
der of the world. The original seven
were not works of art. They were vast
massesrof material intended to astonish 1ho<
gaping: crowd—for the crowd is perejwj