Decatur Democrat, Volume 39, Number 34, Decatur, Adams County, 8 November 1895 — Page 10

©he democrat DECATUR, IND. K. taooctn, - - - ypßi.Traß». Lord Sackvllle-West, let us hope, «• {lerlences a comfortable feeling of relef. He has been bottled up a long time. A Washington Judge and grand Jury have advised the use of the whipping post for wife beaters. An ax Is preferable, but the lash is better than nothing. A tramp has Just died in Pennsylvania at the age of 81, never having done a day’s work in his life. This shows what cold victuals and the lack of worry will do for a man. A Belgian physician has found that yawning is beneficial for throat and ear complaints. The throats and ears of those who have kept up with the Cor-bett-Fitzsimmons debates must be in splendid condition. An old alligator Lived down by the bay, And swiped pickaninnies When they came his way; All day he lay sunning In a one-eyed nap, And the snakes and the turtles Said he had a great snap. Elevator etiquette is thus laid down by a Boston paper: “Only in private residences is it ‘good form’ for gentlemen to remove their hats in an elevator In the presence of ladies. In hotels and business buildings there is no more obligation for men to bare their heads than in a street car or railroad train.” The fallen woman who advised a “social purity” worker in Baltimore to go around the factories and try and have the girls’ wages raised instead of trying to reclaim the lost uttered a great and luminous truth. In nine cases out of ten such vice is the direct result ot poverty. The estimate of the cost of the Nicaragua canal by the last party of government commissioners to look over the route is 1110,000,000. An Increase of $40,000,000 over the earlier estimate suggests the need of caution in considering the project. The country will demand a more positive assurance as to the cost than is yet in sight. The total value of all farm property In the Province of Ontario, Canada, is officially reported as $970,361,000 for last year. Os this 587% millions was the value of the land, 204 millions for buildings, 51% millions for farm implementsand 111% was the value of the farm live stock. The total valuation was about 1% per cent less than that for 1893. It Is said that no steam locomotive has ever equalled the record made by an electric locomotive in Baltimore. At its latest test It hauled three steam locomotives and forty-four loaded cars up a heavy grade at the rate of twelve miles an hour. In view of such results experts are beginning to think that the electric locomotive is at last a practical reality with revolution in it The United States Board on Geographic Names has decided that Korea and Chemulpho is the proper spelling, and that Blueflelds, not Blewfields, is the title of»the Nicaragua town. The edict of the board that Havana must be changed to Habana Is slightly revolutionary. But all departments of the United States Government must accept the amendment The Kansas City new woman who sued for a divorce because her husband would not do the cooking has failed to obtain it Now what will she do? Os course, her husband, encouraged as he has been, will maintain his position, and as the cooking will have to be done by somebody, probably sne will have to do it But In that case how will she be able to earn money to pay her lawyers? It Is a difficult situation she is in. It is supposed by some good Judges of the course of affairs in South America that Chill has an ambition to dominate the whole of that continent, and that its alliance with Peru means a war with the Argentine republic within a year. Chili possesses the most serviceable army and navy In South America, and its aggressive dealings with its neighbors show that it is well aware tof the fact The Argentine Congress recently helda secret session to consider the hostile attitude of Chill, and Brazil also is watchful of the growing Chilian military establishment The death of Ephraim W. Bull, of Concord, the originator, forty odd yegrs igo, of the Concord grape, is announctd, at the ripe age of 89. The developnent of the Concord grape from a wild trape of the woods will always keep Mr. Bull’s memory before the lovers of !his fruit There are many bettej jrapes than the Concord, though it is ret more largely grown than any other. But without the Concord these better grapes had never been. In his old age Mr. Bull lost what property he had and became dependent He would have had a competence had every one who benefited by his discovery contributed even a penny to a fund for his support. It Is announced in a special dispatch to The World from Birmingham that the Carnegie Company has tested 5,000 tons of low BiUcon Alabama iron recently shipped to Pittsburg and found lit “thoroughly suitable for direct eon-

- ■— t — —f retalon into steel." The dispatch adds that this fact “opens up a wide field fer development." It Is thought that the test made is comprehensive and reliable enough to warrant a final conclusion, and it is reported that on the strength of it the Carnegie Company has placed an order In Birmingham for 20,000 tons of the Iron. If these expectations are not disappointed there is likely to be a still further cheapening in the price of steel, already greatly cheapened by the use of the Improved processes Introduced in the last fifteen years. Process steel is now doing the bulk of the work that was done by wrought iron a generation ago. If such ores as those of the South can be used with advantage for steel making, the twentieth century will be Indeed what the nineteenth has been called—an age of steel. The LOnclon Dally News presumes that the powers have accepted a Mussulman instead of a Christian as High Commissioner for carrying out the reforms in the administration of Armenia demanded by them, and adds: “If so it will be a severe disappointment to Armenia’s beet friends.’* It might have added it would be a disappointment to the whole world. If a Turk is to be at the head of the scheme there will be no reforms, there will be more massacres like tfce horrible butcheries now going on at Trebizond, Adin and Anatolia, where hundreds of Christians have been murdered pending the promulgation of the scheme by the Sublime Porte. All there is to an agreement is the manner in which it is carried out. How the Sultan, with a Turkish High Commissioner, would carry it out Is shown in the statements of the Turkish papers that he has already begun to introduce reforms in Anatolia by increasing and reorganizing the gendarmerie and police force, which only means more soldiers, more mur : ders and more taxation. It is incredible that the great powers which have control of Turkey should allow these massacres to continue and permit themselves to be deceived over and over again by the unspeakable Turk. It will gratify Christian people every-, where to learn that at last the European powers have forced the Sultan to take steps which may fairly be ed to prevent a recurrence of the Armenian massacres. No one will misinterpret the motives actuating the Turkish authorities. The porte is no nearer to civilized practices than it has ever been. The fact is, of course, that the combined coercion of six European powers has been too much for the Turk, and he has acceded to the demands of civilization simply from the impulse of The extent of his unwilling acquiescence is measured by the fact that he has not only assented to the entire program laid down by the European powers, but has agreed to accept the installation of a Christian to put the new system in operation. In view of this triumph for humanity it does not seem too much to hope that at last a means has been found of making the unspeakable Turk obey tho dictates of nineteenth century civilization. Heretofore the Sultan has promised lavishly and broken his promises with similar extravagance. The system perfected by the European powers does not seem to admit of much promise breaking without Instant and very wholesome retribution for it. This time he may try to break bis promises if he likes and his underlings in power may seek to Inflict other outrages on the Armenians, but the forces of Christiafl Europe stand ready to balk further mi» deeds. Southern Hospitality. A discourse on Southern hospitality would be upon an old text; bufas most old texts are the especially good ones, it would be a pity quite to drop them. It has been predicted that with the abolition of slavery and the consequent difficulty in securing household assistance, there will be a decline qf the old famed hospitality; that it will not outlive this generation. Were the heartiness of this virtue confined .to eating, drinking and housing, wa might fear that with Increased household labor might be decreased cordiality of entertainment, but there is a further manifestation .than the mere attention to appetite. It’s the being welcome to what they have, rather the attention to what they have, which especially marks the warmth of the Southern manner; we hope it is long that we shall know and remember this beautiful virtus.—Womankind. As Potent as the Ozar. The cHjf of Neeswlsh, in Russian Poland, belongs to Prince RadzlwlU. Two lakes—one within the city and ths other near it—also belong to,him. This summer, the heat was greatest, almost unbearable, the Prince suddenly Issued a proclamation forbidding fishIng arid bathing in these waters, the only ones for miles around. The servant of a Judge, nevertheless, went in swimming and was immediately shot by» the guards placed by the Prince. Add to this that the Prince and his tool are in no danger from the wheels of Justice, and you have one picture of the state of liberty and law within th» realms of the Czar. At Bannockburn to Stay. A Scotsman once neatly turned the tables on an Englishman who had been alluding to the number of Scots in London. “Well,” replied the Seot, “I know a place in Scotland where there are thirty thousand Englishmen who never go rack to their own country.” - “Why, wherever can such a crowd be?" said the Englishman, to whom the Scot dryly remarked, “at Bannockburn." Young people deserve credit for penseverance at everything except singing and playing on a planer or organ,.

THE THE DOVE Come, listen, oh. love, to the ollve-huei dov<. The dove and the olive of > Id, Companioned still in their world above As when the deluge rolled. Hark I heaven, oh, love, to the voice of the dove. Hark, heaven, and hear him say, •‘Tuere are many to morrows, my love.my love, There’s only one to-day.” And this is his wooing; you hear him say, "This day in purple rolled. And the baby stars of the milky way Are cradled iu cradles of gold:" Now, what is thy secret, serene, gray doveEscaping death’s deluge alway? “There are many to-morrows, my love,my love; There’s only one to-day." THE STUDY OFTHREEOLD JIIEN Shortly after the successful issue of our struggle for independence, on a certain night in the fall of the year, a storm of unwonted violence was rioting iu the Catskill Mountains. The wind screamed as though in a delirium of triumph, flinging with tireless sury, the cold rain over haughty peak and modest valley. The long, pliant arms of the leafless mountain willows lashed the black night in impotent rage and more than one craggy mass, loosened from its bond of ages, tore Its awful way that night through the upland forest to the sodded level beneath. Even Mistress Dorris, the merry, plump little widow who supplied the customers of the Old Leeds Arms with “ales, wines, spirituous liquors, tobaccos and snuffs,” even she was out of sorts, for what with the going out of lanterns and the coming in of water through the diamond panes of the rickety lattice; what with the smoke that seemed not to know the purpose of a chimney, and the coughing and grumbling of the shivering old man iu the bar parlor, her head and bands were busy enough. There was something uncanny about this visitor. An absolute stranger, he bad entered in the height of the storm, bis appearance indicating a long foot journey, bad given bis bearskin coat to the potboy, with an injunction “to have it dried and laid on the bed in the little room over the the tap,” and, without a question, had gone direct to the parlor, tie looked as ancient as the inn itself, of which he evidently knew every nook and corner. ••Bring me a mug of mulled ale, mistress,” he said, "and, hark ye, Hiram Cook, the constable, is livin’ still, ain’t be?” “Judge Hiram Cook is my father,” replied the widow; “it is many years since be was constable. He took the wagon to court tins morning; and may not trust the roadstill daylight.” “To court!" repeated the stranger. “Ay, I understand; it will be choice gallows fruit—choice gallows fruit!” and he rubbed his skinny hands and blinked bis unnaturally bright eyes at a lively rate. The gibbet is a depressing subject at times, but to have it linked in an obscure fashion with one’s parent by a grinning old stranger, at the approach of midnight, with the rain driving at the doors and windows as though death sought admittance, and the tempest moaning a dirge, defines perhaps the limit of endurance. Mrs. Dorris was evidently of this opinion, for, forgetting all about the mulled ale, she dropped upon the leather couch and stared at her shriveled guest with the blankness of a corpse. “Yes,” lie laughed, pulling bis skeleton fingers until they “cracked," “sixty long years have I waited for what to-morrow will bring. These bills have been less patient, for they I warrant have changed since last 1 trod them, while I have no change—at least, here!” And he laid his long fingers over the spot where his heart should have been. “To-morrow," he continued, “this owl they call justice will awake, and he will hear my curse as he is dragged to the scaffold I" “What crime is this?” exclaimed the hostess, springing to her feet in the belief that she was confronting a mad man, “that you dare to lay at my father’s door ?” “Nay, mistress, it is of Reuben Elliston I .speak. I asked if Hiram Cook yet lived, for it is fitting that he who tied the silken cord around the murderer’s neck should be the one to take it from his corpse! Doubtless the final arrangements have taken him to town.” “Old Reuben Elliston!” “Ay,” continued the stranger, rising and looking intently into the woman’s eyes, •‘R üben Elliston! Even now I passed the stone house and saw a light in the windows; you dare not tell me he is dead!” 1 *Our neighbor has been near the grave these many years, but death and he are strangers. Since my earliest recollection he has lived a life of seclusion, but we grant to age what you would link with crime.” “Woman!" cried the old man, flinging his hands above his head, “did your father speak to you of Mercy Douglass, the Scotch girl, whose services as bouse menial were bought by Squire Elliston from the owners of the Glasgow packet for the price of her passage, who ran from his home and his proffered love, was retaken, tied to the scoundrel’s horse and dragged to death among the rocks on this very road?" The question seemed to revive a hopt of buried memories. Mrs. Dorris Remembered that as a child she had listened to the story of Murder Notch; had seen the identical rock on which the of a beautiful victim was said to sit at midnight, two burning tapers in her hands and sing of her sad fate. She recalled how Tom Dorris—rest his soul—long Irefore he had dreamed of becoming her busband —'had told her of the spectral horse which time and again was seen to dash up the road as the village clock struck 1 , dragging at bis heels. the form of a lovely woman. “Ha! your memory is quickened, mistress 1” said the old man, who had narrowly watched her face. “There was such a story when I was very young.” she replid, “but I never beard it coupled wit tlse name of Reuben Elliston. The great war has driven out many a legend, master. Old Reuben ■* ■ I

poor nearly blind now, and folks with evil tongues should spare their breath.” '1 uu si ranger's eyes glittered with anger at this reproof. “1 feared k would be kept from this generation 1” he cried. “Listen I Mercy was to be my bride. Because she Would not break her vows he killed her In his jealous pride. She Iles buried on this farm. He was tried for the crime and sentenced to death by the rope, but a corrupt judge delayed his execution untiThls ninety-ninth birthday. He was, however, ordered to wear a cord of silk upon his neck and once a year to show to the court tt.at he still bore the emblem of Cain. To-morrow, mistress, Reuben Is 99!" i “My father has told me nothing of this I” said Mrs. Dorris. * ‘No; because be thought death would spare him the task,” cried the other fiercely; “but I knew otherwise? Notone day in all these years that has not brought a forecast of to-morrow 1 I knew he could not die—l knew I must live; live to see them drag him, screaming with the reality of his late years’ nightmare, to the punishment a guilty judge would have spared him! Far removed from thew mountains, I have seen them by day and by night, I have watched him in his pride, the rich young squire, living down the memory of his crime. Once in a drcam, many years ago, I saw him at a feast, amid the roars of his drunken friends, take from bis neck the silken cord and tie it upon his bound 1 Then, again; I saw him, the aged bead of an upright family, living a life of peace, unruffled by the past. I heard his thoughts: ‘One decade more at most, and I shall rest as honored as they!’ Then I stood before him aud laughed, and -pointed to a forgotten grave behind which stood the hangman and the gallows 1 Again I pictured him, living on, on, on, far beyond his hoped for limit, a frightful fear in his heart; the hideous past arisen from its grave and stalking ever by bis side. Ah, that was the dream of dreams!” As the star grass on the hills quivers before a storm so the old man shook with the intensity ot his hatred. “Our neighbor and the Reuben Elliston of your dreams would never be mistaken for one another,” exclaimed the widow. At this moment the judge, a tall, kindly man, who did not look his great age by many years, entered tbe room, accoinpan- ! ied by a timid, sweet-faced girl of twenty. “lake off\ our wet cloak, my dear,” said the judge; “daughter, Mercy Elliston will stay here to-nlght.’l “Mercy Elliston,” gasped the stranger. “I sent Amos, the mail rider, to Poughkeepsie yesterday,” continued tbe judge; “has he returned ?” Mrs. Dorris threw her arms around her father’s neck. "Ob, then it is true?" she whispered; “You have sent to Governor Clinton for a pardon for Reuben Elliston ?” Tbe judge’s eyes inquiringly sought those of tbe strange guest. “1 have told her what you, Hiram Cook, have so long concealed," said the latter. “You here, Giles Raven!” ‘ ‘Do you remember my words ot sixty years back—that I should live to see it ?’’ “Hush!" whispered Hiram, “in pity keep, it from her 1” “ is kin?" “Yes; for she has known no other. He took her from the breast of a poor woman who had perished in the snow a score of years ago. They have been all the world to each other. He named her ‘Mercy,’ after the one who lies over there.” A foreboding of evil seemed to be lodged in the girl’s breast, which was certainly not dissipated by the kindly little widow’s tears and caresses. Why had she been brought from the stone bouse I Why had Reuben begged of the judge that he might be alone for this night ? Giles Raven was not tbe man to spare anyone who loved the object of his life hatred. Shuffling across tbe room, he hissed in Mercy’s ear: “To-morrow Reuben Elliston will die on thj? gallows in spite of this man’s efforts to defeat the law 1” “The gallows!” cried the poor girl. “Oh, what fearful secret do you keep from me?” “Come, dear!” whispered Mrs. Dorris, who gained strength at the sight of another’s weakness, and Mercy’s cheek lay upon the widow’s shoulder as they passed from the room. For a full minute the two men, thus tragically brought together again after the lapse of a lifetime, looked at each other in silence. “Giles Raven,” said the judge at length, “there is no boot but is too clean to tread on such a worm as thou! Year after year our neighbor has come to me and bared his neck that I might see tbe accursed cord upon it, aud I have pitied him, for never before in the world—mark me, Giles, never before in the world—has mischance borne so great a penaltyl" “You have light words for gallows deeds, master !" sneered Raven. “Tear from your eyes the film of hatred, Giles, and acknowle Ige what well you know, that Reuben Elliston never had murder in his heart.” “Mercy Douglass was mine—she left him to become my bride—he bad spoken of love to her—the law said that for a term her labor was his—he retook her by force—he slew her. Call you that a ‘mischance,’ Hiram Cook ?” “ i ie was young and had youth’s haughty ways; he erred, but when that poor girl was dragged to her death it was because no human arm could have checked his course.” -4. z “Yes a jury called it murder,” grlritrtd the vengeful man, “and murder’s due, though long delayed by knavery, is near at last!” “God touch the governor’s heart and bring Amos safely through tbe storm 1” exclaimed tbe judge. “I have writien Clinton that the conviction was under the English rule and might well be avoided.” “And it the roads should delay your mercy pleader ?” Hiram replied with a sigh, which was full of significance. Giles rose and opened the door. “Hiram , Cook,” he said, “we three old meu have not so far exceeded the limit of human , years—for nothing. ’’ “Father,” cried Mrs. Dorris from the . tap-room, “some one is coming up the . road; perhaps it is Amos." Poor Mercy, who had exacted the terrii Wo story from the widow, already stood ■ iu the dark road, listening for the slightest i sound which would bearald the bearer of « tbe governor’s clemency. The storm was > abating. • * •’ ■ ‘ .. - ■> ' ' '. .7-.

Meekness. , I 1 is Amos?’ exclaimed tbe girl, who knew the voice of ;the brave young felldw better than most |>eople were aware. In a few minutes the mail rider, drenched to the skin, drew rein at the door. Since noon on the preceding day he had ridden nearly 100 miles over the heavy roads and had twice rowed across the river. His had been a perilous and dreary task, but his face wore a smile as lie drew a packet from the bister of bis army saddle and banded it to the judge, who stepped quickly Into the house, followed by Raven. “Oh,'Amos! It Is good news, isn’t it?" Mercy implored. The smile vanished. Amos knew not on what business he had been engaged. He loved the sweet face that looked so pleadingly into his; be bad not expected to find Mercy at tbe inn. and tbe question started the blood from bls honest cheeks. The judge stood in the Up room, behind a suspended lantern, theoffleial letter trembling in his band. Suddenly he staggered and grasped a chair for support and the document fell to tbe floor. “God be merciful to him I" he groaned. A piercing scream ran through the house and tbe strong arm of Amos held a very lovely burden. Giles picked up the letter, put on his spectacles and glanced at the then, shivering as with an ague, be left tbe room. “Tell me what this means, Mrs. Dorris?" Amos asked. “It mean* that poor old Reuben Elliston Is to be executed to-morrow." Mercy Elliston, in spite of her hysterical entreaties to be allowed to go to Reuben, was taken upstairs by Mrs. Dorris; not, however, to know tbe blessing of forget fulness, but to lay in a half conscious state upon the widow’s bed and moan away the night. The judge and Amos sat in the oarlor, the latter frequently sobbing like a chil I, In spite of the landlady’s reassuring bulletins. “Oh, how can it be true!" sobbed Mercy; “how can one so gentle as he who saved me from the snowdrift have done murder! You do not know him as I do, or you would not hear them say it?” “Hushsaid her companion; “we do not believe it, dear.” “But the grave—the grave I" she cried, “and the beautiful flowers be has always grown for it, and tbe dark shadow on his heart that 1 have so long seen but never understood!” Presently, however, Mercy slept and Mrs. Dorris stepped downstairs with words of comfort for Amos, in whom she had begun to lake a warm interest. Giles Raven crept from “the little room over the tap”'and entered tbe chamber. Making sure that the young woman was asleep he pressed a kiss upon her forehead 1 and then, with a wildly beating heart, as silently left tbe room. It is morning. Far over the blackness of the weeping forest that stretches almost to the princely Hudson glows the cold light of a new day, while west and south and north, from Overlook to the Black Dome, a galaxy of granite monarchs have already put on their crowns of molten gold. In tbe dawn’s increasing glory the somber night clouds that move upon the lower bills seem like strange monsters from some vaster and still more gloomy world. The robin wakes and chirps his greeting to the morning; the trees shake off their repletion of moisture; overhead a silver star tells of a clearer heaven. The face of nature wears a smile once more as the radiant sun kisses away her tears. But it is easier to charm a harvest from the earth than to put gladness in a conscience stricken heart. Over tbe heavy road, iu the early light, toils a care-bent, aged man. He is bound on an errand so strange that he half doubts bis own identity, und looks behind him nowand again, as though expecting his true self to overtake him and drag him back. On his left lays the Stone House farm: here is the turnstile—unchanged in halt a century. A hundred paces from the mountain road there is a small raised bit of earth; it is covered with dead flowers. “I have laid no blossoms here!" he says, and be kneels upon the wet grass and lays his face upon them. A well tirodden path, terminating at the grave, leads toward the rear of the house. Giles takes this path. There is no bar upon the door, yet for a moment he feels unable to enter. He must not turn away I •To kneel at tbe feet of the man whose life has been passed in penitence, to confess his own misdirected life and obtain Reuben’s blessing, is to give him strength to a-«k forgiveness of one to whom alone ven- . ance belongs. The gorgeous hills throw a ray ot light in the gloomy place. Tbe dreimer knows now that no guest but sorrow has sat at this board for decades. Giles turns the handle of the parlor door. An aged figure kneels at the casement. Upon his weary, upturned face is cast the first gleam of the morning. Perhaps it is given to these dim eyes to see the orb of light once more, for on the gentle lips there rests a smile of wonder and yet of ineffable peace. “Reuben! IWben!" Slowly the eyelids droop and slowly ths head falls upon the breast. It is broad day. A School on Wheels. A traveling man in tbe Philadeldelphia Record tells of a most peculiar school in Kentucky which is built on wheels. ‘ ‘When night cotnes,” he says, “a pair of mules pull it to the home of the trustee, and ■ the next morning it is drawn back to its daytime location. The mules I go and come on schedule time, and ' it the school is a little slow about i dismissing iu the afternoon the 1 whole outiib is apt to be given a free ride. A day’s supply of water and ' wood is put aboard by the trustee every morning before the schoolhouse ' sets out upon its journey. The teacher boards with the trustee and 1 needs no carriage. At night a bull- ’ dog is chained beneath the little 1 frame window, and a bud man, armed with a Winchester, sleeps Inside of 5 it. All of this came about because some one threatened to burn the schoolhouse. Why the trustee does > not have the building located in his * own yard and save the trouble of I hauling it back and forth 1 do nol i know, unless It is to comply with some legal technicality.

- r A writer In The Househ pan ion epeake up for t “common things as folio’ A box of washing soda In sn and another In tie closet are great aide Et ch” l keeping. Greasy spots those to which something ■' or fastened itself so firmly! inglsa disagreeable nece easily cleansed If a enial soda is put In the pan an with cold water. Set t over the fire until after you will find that all the crust Is loosened. Grand tin last much longer Whe in this way, which Is pn the pot-cleaner that is a Iron or steel rings. The s excellent to cleanse and varnished and Unpaintedl bles and other surfrips, I indispensable In fh|Frliy£l pipe In the sinks once or twice a wee case the soda should be d boiling hot water and usee Charcoal is another sin expensive purifying age most useful in keeping from smells of various few good-sized pieces In a occasionaly purifies and it. If you have that al an enclosed dark place sink for pots, etc., put coal there, as well as in t where you keep cooked f Short Work With Pi To diagnose patients a two and a half a minute i quick work. According contemporary, this isabc age performance of Paste cold water fame, at M When receiving patient day the pastor sits at a I a large plainly furnished ing a hugh cigar. Hr “prescriptions” to an ai solemn tone, as if he we at a religious ceremo women and children of <1 in life file past him. Ini a ,quarter he gets throufl out difficulty. There tion, and few question* Indeed, there is little <■ cold water baths and bl walks on wet grass wlthl haust the worthy pastor! paeia. There is ono el’ointment composed ofl medical herbs for tbosl from diseases of the eyl the ointment is a sort)! everything, and so Pi manages to break the oculist as well. Measuring Sts An English astronomi chit. ■ has’ invented an which accurately meast tity of light given ot Stars are designated ag first down to the twe tude, aceording to th< the light givetrout. T\ ‘ of a star has hitherto I the eye, and anything could not be obtained, invention the rough* < magnitude is represei bers which give the < one star to another i powers. The star Arc ample, Is estimated by cess to give 75} time Regulus. This instrument use not only in astrof meteorology .also. Tljk light which reaches t® the stars varies acc-.j state of the atmosphen *■ ventor claims that I weather cau be obtain! which will be far mor® those obtained at prJU Great Bread B “Bread is one artlcl| *■■■ Is cheaper in England} than in this country, | Stephenson, of Glasj/ Mr. Stephenson and • duct bakery establish gow and London, tl haps, in the world, largest in Europe. “The people on out ( tlnued, “eat more b citizens of America, t meat or vegetables, a j in Great Britain tharftry. , We make twosquare form, the w must be stamped on the law against light very rigid. Every w • 8,500 barrels of ‘w part of which comes ’• States. Os late we hi a good deal of Argen 1 a little from Austra t best wheat in the wo H Hungary, but of tl great quantity imp ( land. '■ . Goes to Jail M. Old Jose Is the M Havana these tro He goes to jail foi M when they offend ' Campos. While tl the folly of ever gl' 01 , downright rebel ser S L) not helo getting and then. Then p* from the court. L thinks of goinAhiijo'n. for old Jose, n Jo>— ated at the time, hes the Judge, says hoi ° r the paper and wro question and gets >. days. Hie invaria m Ing as substitute >e «« »