Decatur Democrat, Volume 39, Number 24, Decatur, Adams County, 30 August 1895 — Page 7

©he democrat DECATUR, IND. k. mcnußM, . . . pctu—■». Strange to say, Mr. Holmes has not yet taken advantage of the hypnotic theory. Siberia’s new railway has one great advantage over railways In this country. It will be much easier to freeze the ■mall stockholders out In Lawrence, Kan., the other day, the life of a man who had hiccoughed steadily for six days was saved by spraying him with musk. Most men, we think, would have been unwilling to make such a sacrifice. It seems a pity that a man of Holmes' splendid talents should have directed his energies toward vulgar homicide. What might he not have accomplished If be had tried to exterminate the chinch bug or the Russian thistle! A young lady Jumped Into the Schuylkill River the other day and saved a young man from drowning. As soon as the young man was pumped out he proposed marriage to his fair savior. Now watch the»scramble among the girls to see which can get tn the swim first In Buffalo, the other day, a Pole named Szrankewcyziwicz was arrested on a charge of disorderly conduct At polios- headquarters the prisoner was asked hlfi name, and while trying to answer fell in a fit and choked to death. The coroner decided that no Inquest was necessary. Tenpenny wire nails are now selling at about $57 for a gross ton—an advance of over $26 a ton since the beginning of the year. A reaction from the abnormally low prices of a panic year gives general satisfaction, but this Is not merely a reaction. It can mean nothing but combination close enough to corner the market and check trade by checking supply In face of an Increasing demand. This is always bad business for all concerned.. A curious use for a husband is reported from Clerkenwell, near London, where a Mr. Lamb and his wife keep a ■mall general store. For fourteen years the firm has avoided paying taxes by the wife’s sending the husband to Jail to serve out the legal time for unpaid taxes, while she remains at the store attending to business. It is beyond question that the new woman, who supports a dead-beat husband, will find ■ome use for the partner of her sorrows. When be wooed her he said he would die for her. When in trouble she asks him to please go to Jail for her; and he goes. There Is this much to be said about the proposed balloon expedition to the north pole: It is quite as likely to arrive at Its destination as the expeditions which preceded it. In this age of scientific enterprise it is unbecoming to disparage any honest effort. The expeditions on land having failed, King Oscar of Sweden deserves the credit for furnishing funds for an expedition through the air. The world at large will stand respectfully aside and hope that the bold explorer will have better luck than the other talented sciential who planned some years ago to get to the pole by means of a kite tied to a sledge. No, It will not do to disparage the balloon expedition of polar exploration. Earnest efforts deserve praise. Moreover, there Is positively no knowing but that some vagrant breeze may come along and blow the aeronaut to the pole before he even gets his steering apparatus ready. There is an inspiring suggestion of pluck and spirit and “the faith that moves mountains” in the church-build-ing operations of the Central Park Congregational Church, Chicago. The congregation desires a new house of worship. It is Without the money to build one. In these circumstances ordinary souls would have simply put the subject aside as a matter not to be considered. They would have folded their hands .and sat down to cherish regrets about It Instead of tamely submitting to thia fate, however, the Central Park congregation, led by its pastor, the Rev. Spencer O. Haskin, haagone to work to build its church with its own hands. The members, after leaving their regular daily work, gather at the church site in the evening and labor in erecting the house of worship. Money or no money, that church will be built, and when it is built it will represent not the fruits of the easy giving of the rich, but the toll of willing hands and the faith that is wperior to outward conditions. The Rev. Mr. Haskin and his congregation at work on their new church make a thoroughly wholesome, Inspiring and invigorating example. - ■■ In August, last year, thirty young men, picked from among the thousand students of one of our great universities, were taken to a sea Island, difficult of access. They were accompanied by their captain, their business manager, their cooks, their surgeon and their physician. There were also men who were paid Mgh salaries to direct them "every hour of the day so as to keep their physical condition in perfect order, to look after their baths, knead their muscles, and control their exercise. For nine weeks' these young men remained isolated, bidden from the spies of other colleges, striving to bring their bodies into the highest condition. Stimulants and tobacco were forbidden. They ran, studied, read, slept by rule. Every morsel of food was prescribed by the physician and trainers. This was (tone at an enormous pecuniary cost AU of thia and sett-

sacrifice were spent to fit them to win a game at football some weeks later, A very ntnural question may be asked as to what discipline and sacrifice these same men are willing to accept to fit their souls and minds for the lifelong gamo in which they must take their port when the college doors close behind them? It is never safe to make an unguarded prediction on so mysterious a subject, but one is Justified In taking issue with the woman writer In a contemporary Journal who insists that the garment known as the bloomer is destined to Invade every walk of life and become the regular out-of-door, shopping and walking dress of the sex. Observers will have noticed that many women riders of the wheel, who have no prejudice on the subject, still cling to skirts, wearing them by preference. Since they ride with a skirt, it must bo that skirts are neither so unsafe nor so Inconvenient as has been claimed. Tho riders are much too sensible to imperil their necks or suffer discomfort from any simple prejudice In favor of an illchosen costume. It does not seem that the bloomer is a necessity. The garment which bears Mrs. Bloomer’s honored name seems to depend for its immortality solely on its claims to beauty. Colonel Joseph Mulhattou seems to be spending his vacation in New York. The Chicago Tribune the'other day con- , tallied one of the colonel’s gems which I deserves to be embalmed ip JournalIstic history. His “special dispatch” i gives an account of the wonderful work , done by a pet Hon which recently chewed up a burglar, and concludes by say- ; Ing that the “noble beast" saved the life of an old egg peddler who had been attacked by a savage mastiff. Here is the picture: “Suddenly the sympathy of the gallant Hon was aroused. It had seen the onesided battle. It sprang over the gate and made a bold attack on the mastiff until the dog ran down the street yelping with pain. The small boys climbed up trees and crept into drain pipes in their terror. When the dog was gone the Hon stood up on its hind legs, lashed its tail, and roared with elation. The old egg man held out his hand and the wild beast licked it. It turned out that the peddler once gave the Hon an egg, and the creature out of gratitude saved his Hfe to-daj\ The old man said be was sure if the lion had not Interfered he would have been a dead peddler.” This certainly is lyin’ extraordinary. It would have been a serious in frac tion of Justice had the authorities In the case declined to take further action concerning Miss Flagler, the Washington young woman who shot and killed i a small colored boy who was stealing , fruit on her father’s property. It will be readily understood that if this young woman, who mingles with the best ele- : ments of society and has every advan- ! tage of position and education, is possessed of even the dullest sensibility i she must already suffer a shamed remorse quite as terrible as any public punishment could be. Doubtless, however, there are many oth,. people guilty of similar acts who suffer deeply in their own consciences, and for whom prison punishment could do nothing whatever in the way of a reformatory Influence. There is no way of recognizing these subtle distinctions without endangering the efficacy of the law. In Miss Flagler's case the provocation was trivial—the theft by a boy of a little fruit. The retaliation was horrible —careless and wanton vengeance in taking human life. The cose is not one to be prosecuted with any gusto, and the spectacle of a young, refined and accomplished woman in a prisoner's box on a charge of manslaughter is not elevating. Still, in the alternative between forcing this spectacle upon tho public dr falling to take cognizance of the criminal deed, the law could take but one course. Justice cannot compound with crime, even though It be perfectly proper afterward to pardon the criminal. — ! —— It would be Interesting to know how many other small towns are as badly off in the matter of fire protection as Lockport, 111., was. The fire which brought destruction to that town is said to have burned up about $250,000 worth of property, when, if it had been attacked with proper fire-fighting apparatus early in tho day, the loss might have been limited to a few hundreds. Bui there were no fire engine® on hand and no firemen to man them if there had been any. The fire, which started with a trifling blaze, swept on unchecked until it had destroyed some of the most valuable property in the town, and then it was only subdued by fire engines sent from Chicago., A town of a few thousand people, small though it bo, Is yet large enough to possess a considerable area of combustible buildings. It would be well for the authorities in the various towns of the State which have no fire protection to consider whether the property in their charge is worth preserving, and, If so, whether the moderate expense of sup- ’ porting a lire company or two is not more easily borne than the great cost of an extensive conflagration, with the vexation and distress and the fatalities which sued) a disaster generally Involves. The chief reason for the immunity apparently enjoyed by small towns is that visitations of fire are rare. When they do come, with favoring- wind and weather the result is almost sure to be heavily disastrous. Working Bee—“A fellow cartte around here hunting for our nest to-day.” Queen Bee—“ What did you do?" Working Bee—“ Those of us who happened to be around at the time gave him a few points."—Truth.

A JINGLE OF JOY. Ain’t this life we're livin’ blent. Honey in your mouth! Green corn in the winsome west, Melons in the south! Oh, believers, Hear the bugle's call, Green corn in the summer time, Punkins in the fail! Ain't this Hfe we’re livin’ Jest Brimmin’ full o’ Joys! Fiddles goin' south an’ west. Swing your sweethearts, boys Oh, believers. Hear the bugle's cell. Melons in the summertime, Punkins in the fall. —F. L. Stanton,iu Chicago Times- Hera Id THE BSOST'S EYES. Mrs. Robert Livlngatono was a woman of superb dignity. Yet any one of her city friends would scarcely have recognized her in the rather clumsy figure running and stumbling Up the rough canon road that led from the lower bean field to the ranch house. Her black skirts were not held up, bnt allowed to trail a little and catch the tine dust and tar weed stain as she hurried on. Nothing of trifling importance could have forced Mary Livingstone thus far to forget her elegant self, even alone in a canon. The fog was coining up from the ■ea and slowly closing in and deepening the shadows of the gorge. It was already late twilight, and the loneliness and gloom of the place tortured her over tense nerves. A little Owl flew with a shrill scream over her head, and she screamed with it. A belated ground squirrel rustled in the underbrusli up the bank, and she felt that all the terrors of the jungle were upon her. A sharp turn in the trail brought her at last in view of the house and the welcome glimmer of a light gave her a little courage. She quickened her steps still more in her eagerness, forgetting that the canon stream crossed the road at the bend, and, missing the board,.she stepped in ankle deep. Even this she scarcely noticed, but splashed on over the slippery stones. It was only when she reached the gate, breathless and disheveled, that she seemed to be able to think. "I can’t let Allen see me in this plight,” she said to hersef. “He would ask all manner of questions and not be put off, and I could not tell him that. Oh, no, no!” But just then a slight, youthful figure appeared at the veranda steps, standing on crutches. “What makes you so awfully late, mother?” he called out to her. “I thought you never would get here,” and the thin, complaining voice was even a little more impatient than usual. “Sing is on one of his worst rampages and is mad as hops because dinner is late. 1 was even afraid to ask him to light the lamp and I’ve bean sitting out here in the dark for ages. If there’s a dish left out there it won’t be his fault. Listen to that!’ and just then a tin pan seemed to go spinning across the kitchen. I am very soiry, my dear,” said Mrs- Livingston, quietly? “but 1 was detained by the engineer. He says the thresher engine is broken, and he must go to Seco Grande to-mor-row for repairs. Some of tho mon were to be paid off, and I had their accounts to look over. I will be glad when your father gets home. Harvesting is too important a time for me to be left alone. Poor Allie. What a forlorn time you’ve had! Come in and we’ll make up for it,” and she preceded him into the dark little parlor. Quickly lighting the lamp, she said: “Turn it up more, dear, after it has burned a little, and tell Sing to have dinner in five minutes. I’ll be right ©ut, ” and she hurried to her room, leaving her son wondering vaguely that his mother’s hand should tremble as she held the match, and secretly wishing she had not left him to face the irate Sing alone. Allen Livingstone was .17, but long accustomed to having every wind tempered for him, he was naturally timid and not a little spoiled. Mrs. Livingston] lavished upon him that yearning and tenderness that a hopelessly crippled child calls forth from a mother’s pity t/ Ho was at once her idol and her sorrow and his slightest wish* was law. Dinner at the ranch house was even more quiet than usual that evening. Mrs. Livingstone appeared tired and preoccupied, while Allen fretted childishly over the rather warmed up flavor of things on the table. The offending Chinese came and went in sullen , routine. After the coffee, Mrs. Livingstone put her arm lovingly over her son’s shoulders and they went out to the parlor thus. “I have a lovely scheme, dearest,” she said. “While father is away I think it would be nice for you to come over and sleep in your old room adjoining mine. It will be more sociable and we can play we are both young again. Whit do you think ? “I don’t mind it,’’saidAllen,indifferently, lighting a delicate cigarita. The house was one of those primitive Spanish structures, built of adobe,one story and three sides facing anopon square—very pleasant and artistic with the deep verandas, vinecovered and cool, and the little court always full of flowers and sunshine, but not so convenient and practical for everyday comforts as some more modern plans for hornet. Tho main part of the house* is taken up by the Hying rooms, leaving the sleeping rooms in the wings and far separated.

- ■■■ - 1 —" " — It had been a trying time for Mrs. Livingstone, when her hueband had insisted that Allen should give np his little bedroom next to theirs, which he had always occupied, and go across the court. The boy was no longer a baby, he said, and he had always needed that room for his own private use. Ho wanted a place for his desk and books and tho big safe which held the family valuables and often considerable sums of gold and silver, as he preferred to pay his men in coin rather than by check in the usual way. But his wife had never been reconciled to having her delicate child out of the sound dT her voice at night, and many a time had she stolen out in the darkness to listen at his window to see that her darling was 1 sleeping welt, and to indulge in a long moment of adoring worship, as ’ she strained her eyes to see the pale face on the pillow. "I will go' ' iround the veranda now, dear,” sh<said, as Allen smoked, “and bring t your things for the night. The couch r is very comfortable, and it will be lovely to have you back.” r The chill air struck her unpleas- , antly as she opened the door. She [ shuddered a little and drew her shawl , closer. “What a fog!” she exclaimed. “The beans will be again delayed. I It’s worse than the conflict of haymaking and showers in New Engi land.” j Coming out of her son’s room a few ’ moments later, with her arms full of his clothing she was startled by a , slight noise across the court. It seemed like some heavy thing dropt ping with less sound than its weight ( would suggest. In the misty darkness she could see nothing. Mary Livingstone was known far r and near as a woman of unbounded courage and self reliance. During ’ her husband’s frequent business I trips to San Francisco she stayed and } ruled the little kingdom like a queen. Not a man on the ranch but was glad when Mrs. Livingstone was boss. The house in the canon was her cas- , tie, where she and Allen, with the faithful Sing, abode in security which none dared to molest. If anyone ’ had told her a week ago that this night she would be a haunted creaj ture, trembling and unstrung, torj mented by an evil presentiment and 3 dreading she knew not what, she j would have laughed tho prophet to j scorn. j The parlor door had been left a little ajar, and she pushed through it g and on to her own apartment. 3 • “Please shut the door, Allie. My j hands are full. . I’ll be ready for you soon.” * . Drawing the shades, she set reso- " lutely to work about making her son’s . room comfortable for the night. She dared not think, or she felt that she would scream from sheer nervous- [ ness. „ > The dainty silver toilet articles, , which were his pride, she arranged j on the broad desk, and soon had the t low lounging couch transformed into , an inviting bed, with even a hot witter , bag tucked in at the foot. She I took from her closet shelf his lit- . tie toy like night lump, which had j been one of his childish idols, and lightedit, and, after one or two little [ final touches hero and there, she called him. I “It’s time small boys were asleep, j Lock the front door, dear, and come, j I have such a funny story to read I to you.” Allen hobbled in, a slight frown on his delicate face at being babyed, and surveyed the little room. [ “It’s us cpld as a barn here,” he . said. “What makes it so cold? I r don’t wan,t to go to bed yet.” “Oh, yes, you do. It's getting I late. You’ll soon be nice and com- > sortable in your old nest. You will . find it warmed.” “Oh, well, I suppose there’s noth- ( ing else to do,” he complained. “Where’s the story?” “I’ll begin it right now, while you’re getting ready,” and Mrs. Llv- . ingstone settled herself by her lamp ' to read. . .»— — In less than half an hour she quietly peeped in to find her boy fast asleep. She wanted to stoop and white forehead, but she denied herself lest she waken him. Nearly closing tlie door she walked restlessly about her room a few moments, aimlessly touching this and looking at that. She took her account book out of the draggled dress she hud worn down the canon and looked it over a little, soon putting it aside? Site tried to read, but the words followed each other under her eyes in an unknown tongue. She took up her Bible, and even that seemed to hold no word of peace. Something as people in great peril go over their past life, she fell to thinking of hers, but she was spon brought back face to face with the present. The thought that she was struggling So to keep in abeyance at last seemed to break its bounds and. fill her soul with an Irresistible fascination ; she dwelt upon it and did not try to put it aside. Three nights ago, at midnight, she had awakened suddenly, being conscious of a noxious presence near, and ; slowly there had grown from it two dark, glittering eyes close to her own, which held her gaze with terrible Intentness. The evening ih the canon they had been there before her all the way, and she had almost succumbed tp their terror. For tlie first time she had noticed that the brows and Corners of the eyes had been slightly upturned, like the Mongo-; liau. What did it all mean? The i end was not yet. What would it be? ■■ These thoughts seemed to enthrall her, It was nearly 11 o’clock. Would! jt come to-night? Outside, the night wm so deathly still, and so * ■ . '■ •„ > ' * '

lonely. Why didn’t the wind blow! Anything that would break the spell upon her. , She turned the light down, and threw herself wearily on the bed as ■he was. With the first stroke of the clock at midnight she woke from a troubled sleep. In a moment she became distinctly conscious of a smoky odor, 1 the unmistakable scentof a Chinese's clothing. A slight noise on the floor caused her to sit np quickly. A man’s head and shoulders .were slowly emerging from under the bed. One sickening moment she wavered, then sprang out upon him, holding him down for an instant: but he turned, and there glared up at her those same eyes-~the fiend like eyes of her vision, and the man was I Sing. She grappled with him in superhuman strength, how many desperate, struggling moments she never knew. It seemed an eternity * Not a word was uttered. She saw that his superior strength must gain in the end. He constantly tried to reach for a knife, which evidently was caught in some way, for he failed to get it in his hand. At last, Allen hoard the noise and appeared at the door, almost fainting with fright. ' His mother spelled out to him: “G-o-t t-h-e a-x q-u-l-c-k,” then, added : “Go to bed, child.” The boy had presence of mind to go around, us there were many locked doors in the way through the house The Chinese, afraid of some outside assistance, began to beg. “Me catchee money—me no kill. You gib key—me no kill. Y’ou no gib, me allee same killee you, klllee Allie, too. You gib key.” Mrs. Livingstone said nothing, and in an incredibly short time for him, Allen came In. panting and dragging the gleaming ax. Tho fiend saw It and became like a madman He shrieked and bit at the strong white wrists that held him like a vise. He foamed at the mouth in his tit of rage and fear. “Allen,” she said, “get the trunk rope in the closet—be quick.” After an almost hopeless struggle and a little weak help from her son, she managed to tie one hand, then both together, and had Allen make the other end fast to the bedstead. The rope was old, and if it gave way they were lost, for it was tho only thing of the kind available. Her knees were still on his chest. “ Allen,” she commanded, “go from this room and shut your door tight after you.” He was almost stupefied, but obeyed blindly. In another Instant he heard an awful blow and a short shuffling round, then a long moment of silence, but he dared not go in again. Presently his mother appeared holding her wounded hand. She looked to him in the dim light like an old woman. Her face was ashen and drawn, and her dark hair had ' turned almost snow white. Ha looked at her mutely. “My dear,” she said, slowly. “ God knows it was the only way. He gave me the power to save us, or you and I, Allen, would this moment have been in the traitor's place.”, She gave an involuntary shudder, but turned and locked the door on the ghastly scene. Taking some antiseptic solution I she bathed her hand thoroughly’ and bound it with some of Allen’s handkerchiefs. She then sipped a small glass of whisky and water and lay down beside her son. So tho long night wore-away. There have been few changes in Seco Valley. The lima beans grow on tho broad, sunny lowlands, are harvested and grow again. The canon brook still sings its love song to the blossoming Hillsides. The owls and mocking birds, the squirrels and the lizards, live as before, but the vines run rampant over the broad piazzas of the ranch house in Seco Canon. Duly a few complaining doves have their home in the low garret. When Mr. and Mrs. Robert Livingstone returned to live in New Y’ork their friends welcomed them with open arms. It was hinted that, not being to tho manor born, Mr. Livingstone had not covered himself with glory or lined his purse with gold in his ranching scheme; but it was the change in Mrs. Livingstone that excited the most comment. Tho snowyhair, the restless, hunted expression and absent manner spoke of some stupendous change from her old seif. To only one trusted friend did she confide the mystery of her life. Every night at 12 o’clock there appeared to her two fierce, hard eyes, which would not turn till she was nearly beside herself with horror. Character Reading From Teeth. Character reading from handwriting, from shoes, and from the face, has now been succeeded by a character reading from tho teeth. A I dentist asserts that a careful st tidy 'of teeth will reveal the fad that-they invariably indicate, according to : their shape and setting, the temperament of their possessors. One lias only to note the teeth of one's friends and relatives to vorifcwhis observations on pointed, projecting, short, square,, tangled, even and pearly dentures. Those that are long and narrow, we are assured denote vanity; those that are long and projecting indicate a grasping disposition; treachery is shown by the poa- | session of small, white separated I teeth, and inconstancy is revealed ! by overlapping teeth I . , —- — ■ Vinegar is mentioned in the Egyptian records as a medicine lu the tenth century, B. G. *v.... -Q’

Odtfs and Ends. ■ At Victoria docks. London, ftor«M| rooms for 250, CKM) carcasses of have been provided. H From tho thirteenth to the teentit century a blue coat in land was the sign of ft servant. H A glow worm has a brush to its tail, because it is neceaaar that tho buck bo kept clean in to show its light. - H The Gorman house builders alway contrive to leave a small flat p |tt H on the roof of each house for birds t ® rest and build on. In tho department of reptilea <w| the Paris Museum Is a new snak which climbs up the vertical an HI smooth wall of its glass cage. M Camels are perhaps the only mals that cannot swim. fmmediM ately after entering water they on then- backs and are drowned . M There is u negro boy living neajfl Madison, Fin., whoso head fifty inches in circumference. lad is only three feet tall. Tho letters in the various alph»M bets of the world vary from 12 212 in number. The Sandwich and alphabet has 12, the ■ A prize of .30,(W francs lias offered by a florist in MayenniM Franco, to any one who can a plant on which blue roseg bloom. M Tho last attempt to make thM largest lens in the world —sixty-twO inches in diameter and 211, (XH> pounds—is said to have successful, In the production of steel I nited States stands first, targelHj exceeding the output of Britain, and being nearly that of Germany. H It is a strange fact that the righH hand, which is more sensitive to touch than the loft, is less sensitivM than the latter to the effect of heafl or cold H Dead bodies, when taken as cargtH on a steamship, are always describe® as either statuary or natural histor® specimens, owing chiefly to the su® perstition of sailors. H Vesuvius ie again active. Th® crater of 1891 is rapidly filling, an® a now cone, which is already sixt® feet higher than the edge of th® crater, is rising at the northwester® end. ■ In England the cat-o'-nine-tails 1® only used on criminals who comm® robbery with violence, and it is sale® that tlie crime has increased instea® of diminished under the suppose® reformatory effect, of the lash. ■ Fans, umbrellas, kites, gongs, bank-notes, postage etatnpsH are all the inventions of the Chineses Hanway was the first to introduce the umbrella into England, and h(H borrowed the idea from China. I Every German regiment has a chlr-l opodlst in its ranks. Harrisburg, Penn., proposes t« have trolley funeral trainsThe huge guns of modern navies can be fired only seventy-five times, when they become worn out. The livestock in Kansas in 1889 was valued at $128,068,305. Our farmers raised in 1893 150.1MX1 000 pounds of cane sugar. ** Arkansas has 124,760 farms, having an acreage of 14,891,356. Oleomargine is colored pinkin New Hampshire. There are believed to be over 40, 000,IKH) watches in use among ou> people. The great State of California was valued by the assessors of 1890 at $584,578,036. Hildesheiins’ thousond-year-010 rose tree was threatened with decay, but the botanists and gardeners called in have succeeded not only in preserving it, but in making it bloom heavily again thia year. A veterinary surgeon in Van ren, Me., was called u few days ago to find the reason and remedy for an odd hard bunch on a horse’i? shouldor. Ho lanced tho swelling, and found in the center of it a silver dime. How Burros Find Water, The Mexican burros have good horse sense; they know in a “dry and thirsty land” where to dig son water. A correspondent describes their dose-observation of tho surface of the ground ami subsequent discovery : “Wehad found In an arroyo a sufficient quantity of water to make coffee, when wo observed three burros searching for water. They passed several damp places, examined the ground closely,, whan the leader halted near us and cbmmonccd to paw a hoi© |n the dry, w hot sand with his right forefoot. After a while he used his left forefoot. Having dug a hole •omething over n foot in dept-h, he baeke-i out and watched it intently, to our surprise it soon commenced to fill with water. Then lie a.b and look n drink, ami, etappuag aside, invited, I think, tho other* lo taka a drink; at all events, th»y promptly did so, and then weal Mhky, when wo got down ami too* a from their well, this waler ww* <>ool and refreshing: muoh belter, ia fact, than wo had found tor * day, / \ . Werid'a Hw*a Raal Re*«*<*- * The world a rec-wvl is elaimeek by the Dlvigo Hkvaa fbaupeay. worth, Me., w hich the oshee ukey ',’lo v arda VoThe house, ',’B3 yawls with the hose reel, ‘ (lie hose Io the hydraut the h 4 *’-' lie to the heae ail he I weeuM •eovvada-