Decatur Democrat, Volume 39, Number 9, Decatur, Adams County, 17 May 1895 — Page 3

©he • DECATUR, IND. ( - M, BLACKBURN, . • - Pvbmbhbb. Ij < . — ; A Kansas grocer insists mat ne is 1 dead. Well, be ought to know, unless , he la a politician. i QU—MBW——BW—■—■Bo—tOMß Columbus has been vaccinating her , policemen. Is there any danger of their catching anything? 2===s=sss= The average consumer regards the Standard Oil Company’s present “corner" as of very light Importance. The Rosebery Government will at least be memorable for narrow escapes and the constant worry of uncertain existence. The sheriff advertises a sal»of John L. Sullivan’s effects. He probably would find a bigger stock if he advertised Sullivan’s defects. A United States man-of-war has a been ordered to Smyrna. We don’t know what the trouble is over there, but it is bound to be Syria’s. Counterfeit 1-cent pieces are in circulation in New York. Now, then, counterfeiting has got down to a basis where It is likely to affect us. Notwithstanding fugitive rumors to the contrary there Is great unanimity In the belief that J. Wilkes Booth is still dead enough for all practical purposes. A girl student at Ann Arbor has been forbidden to wear bloomers. If the glorious spirit of '76 Is alive Ann Arbor may be expected to become the scene of a revolution. Poets who sing of “a shoreless sea" leave nothing in their imagination for the waves to break on and for ships to arrive at and land whale oil after a long voyage. Brooklyn may have a sinister motive In not Interfering with the trolley accidents. If it were not for the slaughter of the Innocents, what would the town do for excitement ? Col. Corbett gives it out cold that he can be knocked out only by a chance blow, and Col. Fitzsimmons asserts that that Is precisely the sort of blow he is now giving out.

No actress ever had a better advertisement tfian the imperial decree banishing Modjeska from the Russian stage. It Is worth more to her than the loss of a peck of diamonds. A Boston paper says: “Slaughtered cattle are beef, slaughtered sheep are mutton, slaughtered hogs are pork; but what are slaughtered horses?” In the cheap restaurants they are 10 cents a cut -■ , The general Western land agent of a railway company committed suicide in Washington State the other day. He was short in his accounts only SIOO,000 and could not bear the disgrace of an exposure. Phoebe Cousins declares that Senator Fair kissed her a thousand times. She must produce the automatic counter in court before this will be believed. His death was peaceful, which circumstance Impeaches her story. There were eleven babies born in Minneapolis last Monday, all girls; and fourteen babies born in St. Paul the same day, all boys. It Is impossible to beat a municipal pair which work together like this. Philadelphia citizens are complaining because minnows are clogging the city water service pipes. Well, what do those Philadelphians want, anyway? , Do they think the city can afford to furnish three-pound bass free? It is said Chinese dentists rub a powder on the gum tooth they wish to extract, and “after waiting five minutes the patient is told to sneeze and the tooth falls out” Suppose the patient doesn’t sneeze. What then? An unknown Insect is destroying the watermelon vines of Georgia. If the darkles capture those Insects they will be strung up to the nearest tree. The blood of the colored race bolls whenever a melon patch is destroyed in its Infancy. «» An English paper calmly proposes that England and France settle the African question ty dividing the continent between them. The thing could be done at once, of course, as soon as Germany, Italy, Spain and Turkey could get time to telegraph that they cheerfully relinquished all their rights In Africa. It Is pleasant to know that Miss Anna Gould has a coronet The exigencies of the times are such that some young housewives enter upon domestic life handicapped by the absence of this article. A coronet well cared for will last quite a while. The fact that George Gould had It buttt shows that he is a practical man. Unless It be copper- >• toed shoes for juvenile wear, there Is ♦nothing quite so useful about a house as a coronet The latest returns show that 5J.2,771 steerage passengers returned last year < from this country to their homes In Europe, and that only 814,467 European Immigrants arrived here, so that

tion will not be an evil to this country. There are already ten millions of for-eign-born persons in the United States, many of whom have little or no idea ■ of its language or its customs or Iti government. In a word, a considerable number of the total has not yet been assimilated. It is well therefore that these should get some idea of what American citizenship means before millions more get over here and magnify the task of assimilation beyond all hope of performance. An interesting echo of the Wilde caw comes from London. Taylor, who wai implicated with Wilde In his unspeak, able degradation and who, according to the testimony, is even lowejr in the scale of bestiality, has not yet been brought to account and announces that If an attempt is made to do so he will drag down with him men whose downfall will shake the entire British empire. This is a fine condition of affairs, truly. What does England propose to do about It? What does English society dare to do? If it does not accept Taylor’s defiant challenge It will virtually enter a plea of guilty, for “there Is no safety save in silence and silence Itself is The Legal Adviser notes that the Supreme Court of Louisiana is credited with an opinion which is highly remarkable. The Court Is reported to have held that the offense of shooting at a person is committed in Louisiana when a person in the State of South Carolina, not in his own defense or under other circumstances of justification, alms and fires a pistol at another who at the time is in Louisiana, although the bullet misses him aud strikes the water near the boat which he occupies. The ordinary reader will be apt to suppose that the firearm in question must have an unusually long range. The ball would have to be sent across the States of Georgia, Alabama and Mississippi in order to accomplish the feat. We are pained to learn that Dr. Sheffer and Dr. Persia White, two of the leading physicians of the staff of the Chicago Hospital for Women and Children, have resigned because of the dominance of prunes in that instltuion. Dr. Persia says that prunes are served for breakfast, luncheon, dinner and supper—boiled, stewed, baked, broiled, fricasseed and deviled. She doesn’t object to prunes ocaslonally, but for ai steady diet she prefers beefsteak. Far be It from us to question the soundness of the doctor’s position In this matter. Perhaps she Is right In insisting that a hospital management that Is full of

prunes ought to be amended. But we cannot share her prejudice against the meek and lowly prune per se. There are times when we prefer strawberries, we admit but it must be remembered that the prune cover exhibits the objectionable characteristics of the strawberry. We do not wonder that the latter blushes continually. It comes into market finder false pretenses. It looks inviting to the eye, but Inwardly it is full of seeds, bitterness and cholera morbus. Does the bottom of the prune box ever rise and knock 50 per cent out of the selling price. We should say not The strawberry is here a few months in the year, but the prune ye have with you always. If Dr. Persis imagines that prunes are unhealthful, even when indulged in to riotous excess, she has only to consult the nearest boarding-house keeper to be undeceived. If she personally prefers strawberries we hope she may have the best that the market affords, but sjie must not make that an excuse to deal a deadly blow to the modest prune. It lies close to the hearts—and the fifth ribsof us all. A Curious Festive Board. A hunt dinner was given recently in Washington, the decorations for which were entirely new. The whole long table was made to look like a cranberry bog. Little hillocks rose here and there, old tree stumps in miniature were liberally scattered about, and over all old dead leaves were strewn, amid which real cranberry plants were growing. One or two small, stuffed quail seemed ready to peck at the red berries. In the center of the table rose a hill, on whose top a small pond glistened. Live frogs and minnows were quite at home in this, so much at home, indeed, that the frogs had to be chained to prevent them from jumping Into the plates of the gentlemen who sat around this most curious of festive boards. So each frog wore about one leg a tiny manacle, and dragged about the slenderest of chains. On one bank of the pond a duck stood, looking Into the water In a contemplative kind of way, while another was suspended in the air above the water. Glass Eyes. It is a fallacy to suppose that people who wear cork legs and glass eyes are indifferent to their personal appearance. They are often vainer than ordinary individuals. A rich man, for instance, who is obliged to wear an artificial eye will wear three different eyes every day—an eye for morning, when the pupil is not very large; an eye for noon, when the pupil is smaller; an eye for evening, "when the pupil has distended to its full size. A London eye-maker, who gave this information, said he made about an equal proportion of glass eyes for men and women. Some people keep quite a stock In their possession; in fact, no less than twelve eyes have been made by my Informant within three years. His son bad got one from measurement, and that eye fitted so perfectly that the old gentleman, in an outburst of gratitude, wrote off for eleven other eyes. - • If the devil were to reform, It would be seven generations before any om would believe it. 1 "-’J 1 '•* -- ,r . '

A SPRING SONG. 'f you were here, spring’s beauteous robe Would be, I trow, more beauteous still. Yon peach tree, decked in pink and white, With lace and ruffles out of sight, Would don one other frill. The long soft plumes the willow wears. And silvery blades for baby leaves. Would show a greener tenderness, And dreamier, fairer slenderness, A-dropplng 'gainst the eaves. The star! ike blooms that burst and spread Such brilliance in our garden beds Would waste more wealth of hue, I ween, If now and then you might be seen Just bending o’er their heads. And all the music spring doth make With stirring leaf and young bird throats Would prove a richer pecan, dear. If you were here, if you were here, To lend your sweet voice notes. Ah, how adjustment fails to be I E'en spring time heeds in part the pain— And Compensation’s pensive task To bring the gifts we need, not ask. Will teach us once again. —Sarah S. McEnery, in Harper’s Bazar. Lizzie’s Eiopemeei. BY BUSAN ARCHES WEISS. “Liz! Lizzie!” Mrs. Blake stood at the foot of the stairs, with her eyes fixed upon the door facing it above. But there was nO answer to her call, nor did the door open. “Lizzie! Elizabeth!” she called again, more sharply this time. But still there was no reply, and she went back into the kitchen with a vexed look, and began to beat an omelet for breakfast. The outer door opened, and Deacon Blake came briskly in from the garden. “Fine morning!” he remarked, as he looked cheerfully around. “If this kind o’ weather contjnq.es there’ll be plenty of strawberries in a day or two. Some of ’om are beginning to turn already. Breakfast ready, Cassie?” “No,” answered his wife, somewhat petulantly L “and not likely to be this fifteen minutes. I’ve had all the work on my own hands this morning.” “Where’s Liz?” * “Not come down yet, and it’s nearly 7 o’clock. She’s getting lazier every day, and we allow her to have her own way too much.” “I s’pose she’s tired out with the frolic at Cynthy’s last night. Let her have what rest she needs.” “She’s had as much as is good for her by this time, I guess. Here, Patty,” turning to a small help, who was bustling about the kitchen, very much in everybody’s way. “Run up stairs and wake her. She can be ready in tim§ for breakfast, as it’s so late to-day. Where’s Tom?” “Not back from the mill yet. Time he should be, ” said the deacon, looking from the window. Patty, in her zeal, dashed up stairs like a small tornado. They could hear her rattling the door knob and calling: “Miss Lizzie! Miss 'Liz’beth! Yer aunt says to git up. It’s ’mos' seven o’clock, and breakfus’ ’mos ready.” No answer came. Then followed an irregular drumming on the door, and Mrs. Blake, with an anxious face, turned to her husband. ‘ Joseph, I hope there’s nothing the matter with Liz. Why don’t she answer?” Patty came running down with big eyes. “Please, ’m, I can’t wake her, and the door’s bolted 1 ” Before Patty had concluded Mrs. Blake was half way up stairs, followed by her husband. “Lizzie!” he called, in stentorian tones, which would have awakened the soundest sleeper. Then, after pausing for an answer, he said, hurriedly: “Cassie, have you a key that will unlock this door? No? Then run down—quick!—and bring up my basket of tools." His hands trembled’ a little, as with the assistance of the tools he plied open the door —no difficult task, as the lock was slight. His wife stepped hastily within the room, and uttered an exclamation at once of relief and alarm. “She isn’t here. The bed hasn't been slept in. Why, Joseph, she hasn’t been home all night I” Mr. Blake stared round blankly as he took off his hat and wiped the drops from his brow. “Mebbe,” he said —“mebbe she’s stayed all night over to Cynthy’s.” “Why should she? It isn’t far and there was nothing to keep her." “Unless she was sick,” he suggested, anxiously. “In that case they’d have let us know last nigl£fc— ” Mrs. Blake suddenly paused, and as suddenly sank into a chair. “Joseph, I hope—l hope it isn’t that young man from the city —that Orville Parker, you know.” “Why, Cassandry, she’d never think of such a thing!” “She might. There’s no knowing what Liz would do when she’s in one of her freakish moods. Parker was desperately attentive to her when he first came here, but she didn’t care to have anything to do "with him, so he went over to Elvira Jane. But lately she seems to have been encouraging him, and she and Tom had a pretty sharp talk about it Sunday night, when Parker walked home with her from church. I took Tom’s side—l never could abide that stuck up city clerk—and Lit got vexed,

and said she’d many whom she pleased, and go where she pleased, and that if we didn’t want her here she could support herself in the city —for that Parker had told her there were elegant young ladles of good families and education employed in the stores there.” “And what did you say?” “I was vexed, and said she could go when she’d a mind to; but of course she knew I didn't mean it.” “How could she know that? Cassie, Cassie, I’ve warned you more than once or twice that your impatient temper would bring trouble at last. Elizabeth is like what her poor mother was —proud and easy hurt. And she’d not been long enough with us since her mother died to get familiar with your little irritable ways, and to know that at the bottom there’s a good and true woman’s heart. Cassie, I doubt but you've driven the poor child off.” Mrs. Blake burst into tears. "What's to be done, Joseph? God knows, Lizzie is as dear to me as if she was my own! And I did hope,' she added, in a lower tone—“l did hope to be able to call her mine some time. Tom—” And here she choked and burst into fresh sobs. “Yea, yea! Tom will be dreadfully cut up by this,” said the old man, slowly shaking his head as the two proceeded down stairs. “But 1 wish he’d hurry home now, for until he comes I hardly know what’s to be done.” / “Hadn’t we better send over to Cynthia’s? Maybe they’d know something that would serve for a clew’, since Lizzie was there last night. No doubt she took the 11 o’clock train for the city. Stay, I’ll write a line to Joe, and ask him to step to the hotel and find out whether Parker has left there." The hasty line was written and dispatched by Patty, who had all this time looked on with wide open eyes and mouth. “Now, Patty, run for your life,” said her mistress, as she gave her the bit of paper. Tatty ran—only stopping once to tell somebody whom she met that Miss Lizzie had run away to get married. In ten minutes she returned, accompanied by Mrs. Blake’s sister, Mrs. Cynthia and her daughter, Elvira JaneMrs. Harden, a portly lady, was all out of breath, and Elvira Jane, slender and willowy, was pale and agitated. “Cassandra,” gasped Mrs. Harden, as she dropped heavily into a chair, “what is all this I hear? Patty says Lizzie’s run awjiy to get married; but I can’t believe it’s true.” And then Mrs. Blake explained what had occurred. , “She left my house last night about half-past nine,” said Mrs. Harden, growing verj' red, while her daughter became equally pale. “Wasn’t Tom with her, Elvira Jane?” “No, ma. Tom and she quarreled the first part of the evening, because she danced with—with Mr. Parker And Elvira Jane’s voice trembled as she spoke the name. “I thought so. They’ve undoubtedly run off together, or perhaps he’s helped to get her off to the city.” “I wouldn’t have believed it of Elizabeth!” said Mrs. Harden, with indignant emphasis. “I wouldn’t have believed it of any girl that she could play such an underhand part. Why she knew that Elvira Jane was as good as engaged to Orville Parker. ,f ‘ ~~~ At this Miss Harden’s feelings, hitherto suppressed, became too ’ acute for endurance, and she sat down on the kitchen settee and burst • into hysterical weeping. “Don’t cry, Elvira Jane!” said her Uncle Joseph kindly. “If the fellow's capable of acting in this way, he ain’t worth shedding a tear for.” “There’ll be something to shed besides tears when Joe comes to hear of it!” said Mrs. Harden savagely. “He ain’t one to see his sister put upon in this way, Joe isn’t.” Just here there was a knock at the outer kitchen door, which, being opened, admitted two or three of the nearest neighbors, who had come to • obtain information and administer consolation to the family in their i trouble. , For by this time, thanks to Patty, half the village knew that Deacon Blake’s pretty niece, who had made his home sobright in the few months ' that she had lived with them, and who everybody had decided was to marry his son Tom,, had run off and ' got married to the dandy dry goods clerk, lately imported from the city. “Well. I’m awfully cut up about it, I’m sure,” said Mrs. Peters, the wheelright's wife, as she folded her i hands on her ample chest, and solemnly shook her head. “I wish I could say something to comfort you, Mrs. Blake, but I’ve always noticed that them as you’re kindest to has the least gratitude, and adopted , children are sure to bring trouble on the family.” 1 “As for me, I’ve been expecting it all along,” said Miss Tucker, who ; was president of the Female Mission ; and Charity Association. “I noticed the way Lizzie Gray jind that Mr. ■ Parker looked at each other in, the church Sunday night; and Tom ; Blake noticed it, too, for he appeared s awful glum, and got up and went i outbefore anybody else —almost bei fore the blessing was spoke. I rei member I said to myself, ‘if Eliza- » beth Gray and Orville Parker don’t ; make a runaway match before long, ■ then I’m no saint.’ ” I “If some folks would attend ipore ’ to the sermons in church, and less to 1 the looks and doings of other folks," 1 said Mrs. Harden, addressing nobody : in particular, but looking straight before her with a stony gaze, • ’they’d

be considerable more of saints than they are likely to become other ways.” i Mrs. Tucker glanced appealingly at Mrs. Peters, and put on a martyrlike expression. r “I can excuse you, ma’am,” she , said, with great politeness, and a compassionate glance toward Elvira Jane, “considering how badly you must feel about this matter. It isn’t many of us can bear disappointments with patience and Christian meekness and fortitude.” Mrs. Harden's countenance certainly expressed neither meekness nor patience, but her reply was averted by a sudden exclamation from Patty, who was staring out of the window at sundry curious and inquisitivefaces of passers-by, peering above the front garden palings : “Lor’, mum, they're coming! Mister Tom —and Mister Joe, too.” Joe Harden was hurrying up the road from one direction and Tom Blake driving from another. The two young men met at the gate, and after exchanging a few words Tom left his wagon in the yard and they entered the kitchen to- i gether. Tom’s face was white, while Joe’s was as red as his mother’s. “Well, Joe,” said Deacon Blake. I hastily stepping forward. Joe answered in a hard, sharp , way: v “Parker left the hotel this morn-. ing at five o’clock. He hired a buggy. He didn’t say where he was going, but Larry, the milkman, met . him near the Meadow Bridge driving ■ with a lady, who he is sure was Lizzie.” “ But in that case where was she all night?” Joe sternly shook his head. Mrs. Blake burst into a passion of weeping Tom, meanwhile, had taken something from a small box on the top ' shelf of the closet, and was closely examining it at the window. “Oh, Tom! ’ cried Elvira Jane, I “What do you mean to do with that ' dreadful thing? ” Tom made no reply. His lips were firmly set, and he put the pistol into his breast pocket i and turned toward the door. “Tom, my son! ’ cried his mother, seizing his arm. “Oh, Joe, stop him! There’ll be murder somewhere. He’ll kill that Parker!” . “If he don’t,” said Joe, deliberately, as he carefully selected a stout horsewhip from a number hanging in the closet —“if he don’t succeed in killing him, then I’ll finish him off myself. Come along, Tom’.” Elvira Jane screamed, and Mrs. Harden and Mrs. Peters made a sudden, elephantine rush and placed their ample forms against the kitch- ‘ en door. Mrs. Blake threw herself into a ' rocking-chair with loud wailing, and Patty, with tightly-clenched hands, mouth screwed up and eyes double their natural size, danced about the room on tiptoe. “Stand aside, mother! There’s something trying to get in here,” i said Joe, as the door was pushed from without. And wrenching it open despite the resistance of the two stout ladies, he threw it wide, while the eyes of , all the excited group turned thitherward. Everyone uttered an exclamation. ' There stood Lizzie, bright and

rosy, her hat hanging on her back i by its strings, her curly hair all dis- ' ordered with the wind, and in her ’ hands a little basket, the contents ■of which were covered over with i fresh green leaves. I i At sight of the unexpected group ; I her face assumed an expression of ' the utmost astonishment. “Oh, Lizzie, Lizzie!” cried her ■ aunt, starting up, “where have you ’ been?” " ■ 1 “ Where have I been? ’ repeated Lizzie, in a bewildered tone. -“Why, to the meadow-bridge wood, to get strawberries.” And she lifted the leaves and dis- ’ played the red fruit beneath.' ! A dead silence ensued. Every- ! body looked at each other, but no i ' one spoke until Miss Tucker in- ’ quired, half increduously: ’ “Who went with you?” “Mrs. Lamb and the girls, and t Frank Lamb and Mr. Parker,” anl swered Lizzie, unhesitatingly. 1 j “Oh, Mr. Parker!” said Miss 1 I Tucker, with a significant smile and 1 I toss of her head; “Yes. It was he who told us, as we came home last night, about the I strawberries being ripe at the meadow bridge, and said that as he 5 would have to pass there to-day he ; would bring us some." And Mrs.* 1 Lamb proposed that, as her wagon ! was to go early to the station, we ’ should all go in it to the strawberry i ’ grounds, and it would take us up in i returning. Mr. Parker overtook us jj in his buggy.” , “And, pray,” said Mrs. Harden, ’ severely, “how was it that he offered 1 you a seat in the buggy instead of 1 one of the others?” Lizzie hesitated, smiled and t glanced toward Elvira Jane. Then > she stooped and whispered a word or 1 two in Mrs. Harden’s ear, whose I countenance instantly cleared. “You’ve given us a dreadful fright, 9 Lizzie,” said Mrs. Blake, beginning 1 to cry again, but this time from 1 pure relief and happiness, t “Yes,” said Mrs. Peters, with a ' broad smile breaking over her face—- - “yes, we all thought you and Mr. ■ Parker had run away to geb married. fc Ain’t it too ridiculous?” ’ Lizzie looked around, with an indignant flush suffusing her face. e Uncle Joe sat down and broke into a a wild laugh, ’ EvenTElvira Jane smiled, for she y had caught Lizzie’s whisper. t And while they were all laughing J Lizzie turned to Tom, who happened

to be close beside her, and aald, with reproach in her tone and tears inher eyes: “ I wouldn’t have believed It of you, Tom!’’ Tom looked very sheepish as he disappeared in the closet and put away something in the box on the top shelf. “You see aunty,” said Lizzie, standing by her side, with one arm around her neck and the other resting lovingly on Uncle Joseph’s shoulder, “ I came home so latp last night that I had no opportunity of telling you. I was up and dressed early, and while waiting for the rest, I thought I might as well set my room in order. Then I locked the door, to keep you from finding out I bad gone; because I expected to be back in time for breakfast. You’ll forgive me, aunty, won t you?—and you’ll let me have some breakfast, because I am so awfully hungry, and we’ll all enjoy the first strawberries of the season.’’ Spain’s Juvenilo Ex-Queen. — Princess Mercedes, of Spain whois now in her thirteenth year, enjoys the altogether exceptional distinc- ! tion, for so young a girl, of being an iex-queen. i Her little brother, the present I king of Spain, was not born until I over six months after the death of 1 his father, the late King Alfonso I XII., and during those six months ! Maria de las Mercedes held the rank I of Queen of Spain. On the appearance of her baby brother she was obliged to step down from the throne and surrender the title of queen and of majesty, assuming in their stead that of Princess of the Asturias. The title Prince or Princess of the Asturias is invariably borne by the heir apparent to the throne,just in ’ the same way as the title of Prince of ; Wales is borne by the eldest son of I the ruler of Great Britain. Princess Mercedes is a very clever I little girl, with all the self possession, the gravity and the sedateness of a Spaniard Coiffure Artists in Demand. Many girls who thoroughly understand the art of dressing do not seem to realize that simply to have the hair look pretty is not sufficient—--1 that to achieve distinction the hair must be so arranged as to carry out the idea expressed in the gown aud | form withit a completed whole. In full dress toilets it is especially i true that an inappropriate coiffure j can be the undoing of the most artistic costume ever designed, says the I New York World. To be “well i groomed” it is necessary to understand the beauty curves of head and neck, or “nuque,” as the French call the pretty lines in the back of the neck. _ Cheap Method of SeaSiqnals. A cheap and practicable method of signaling between vessels at sea is suggested by Supt. Houghton in his annual report. He advances the scheme of employing a long strip of canvas, upon which is to be printed in large black letters the name of the ! vessel displaying it. With a spreader : and lanyards at the end it could be shown between the rigging at advan-

ta<»e. The reverse side of this canvas could easily be used as a blackboard. By means of chalk cyphers a long distance conversation could be carried on readily between vessels. How It Was Named. i “Mason and Dixon’s line” is a term in frequent use during the agitation against slavery, previous to 1861. It was the southern boundary line which separated the free .State of Pennsylvania from what were the slave States of Maryland and Virginia. It was in 39 degrees, 43 minutes, 26 seconds north latitude. The line was surveyed by Charles Mason and Jeremiah Dixon, two English mathematicians, between Nov. 15, 1763, and Dec. 26, 1776. „ A “Talking Rock." Australia has a postoffice named “Talking Kock.” The origin of the name is thus stated: Some one discovered in the vicinity a large stone upon which had been painted the words, “Turn me over.” It required considerable strength to accomplish this, and when it was done the command, “Tuwf me back and let me fool someone else,” was fouqd painted on the other side of the stonA Bible Distribution. The American Bible Society re-J ! ported at its April meeting through : the Rev. H. Loomis, at Yokohama,M that up to Feb. 19 70,211 separate| Gospels and 1,449 New Testaments! had been distributed among the sold diers of the Japanese army. £he| circulation 'of the ScripturevT tnl China during 1894 by the same so-| ciety reached a total of 305,715 voM umes, a greater number than in anyi previous year. ? | Tail Schoolboys. a There are some big boys in till schools of Germany. In Alexander huette, Silesia, is a twelve year ol« boy six feet high; in Ragow, nefifl Lebbenau, a thirteen year old scholtß measures five and one-half feet, tlfl size of a full grown man, but Guatß Tischer, of Sonnenburg, beats theß all. He is fourteen old aifl seven feet high- B China is now the largest markß for British and American cotton*. B