Daily Greencastle Banner and Times, Greencastle, Putnam County, 6 April 1897 — Page 2

THE DAILY BANNER TIMES, GEEENCASTLE, INDIANA.

THE QUEST. There must be a Somewhere just beyont! Our Here, with its weary miles. Where there's no parting tor hearts grown fond. And the blue sky always smiles. Hut tin* unseen shore Is still before, Though we strive till our courage fails; And never a man since the world began Has sighted its peaceful vales. There must bo a Sometime, liettor far Than our Now. with its gray old sorrow, And though never we’ve won whera its outposts are. We’ll try again to-morrow. For Sometime land has a silver strand And pleasant groves to shade us; Bo we cannot rest in our lifelong quest For joys that still evade us. Why should we strain ou- weary eyes — For a land that wo may not see; Or dream of brighter and kindlier skies In a time that may never be? Adi! better Is hope than to crawl and grope Through a life without its zest. Up! wanderers all! Sound the bugle call! And we’ll follow the old, old yuest! —John Langdon Heaton.

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white mother,” replied Achonhoah, promptly. “I will go at once and saddle Blachita.” Achonhoah was tho adopted daughter of thy Hev. John Melton, who for fifteen years now had been missionary to the Apache, Comanche and Kiowa Indians. When a mite of a baby Achonhoah had been scooped up out of tho sand by the Government physician, who was at the time on his way to the camps to visit some sick Indians. The little one had been buried in the hillock of sand and left to die, sent to her cruel fate by her own mother, who had hoped in this way to save the other sister. For Achonhoah had been born one of the twins, and among the Apaches and (lomanches the dreadful custom still prevails of destroying twins, because their birth is believed to bring bad luck. Sometimes, if tho little ones are born when the father is away, tho mother, in order to save one, will have the other put to death, and pretend, on the father’s return, that only one had been born. This was what had happened to Achonhoah. Her mother bad given her to an old woman to destroy, and the old woman had buried her in the sand so th&t she might slowly smother

to death.

The Government physician, being a bachelor, and not knowing what else to do, had brought the baby to the home of the missionary. Here she had been ever since, as kindly cared for as were any of the missionary’s own, live in number. Achonboab loved the missionary and his wife devotedly—os much so as though they bad really been her father and mother, for she knew no others. She was now thirteen years old, tall, in almost perfect health, with a bright mind, a loving heart, and well deserving her name, which meant “to go quickly,” for there was no one who could do errands more promptly thau Achonhoah. The parentage of Achonhoah had never been fully ascertained ; but one of the Indiaus who came frequent ly to the agency, Harwepoyer by name, had begun of late to declare that she was his child—that he had discovered it and could prove it. But so far he had not brought forward the proof. Harwepoyer >v<s a sullen, ill-tem-pered Indian, a tyrant, both in his tepee and in the camps, where he was especially dreaded by the women and children. It wasjuo wonder, then, that both the missionary and the physician had made up their minds that they would protect Achonhoah from him at almost any cost, for she had grown very dear to them. Achonhoah herself felt a shudder every time she even thought of Harwepoyer, while the supposition that he might be her father was unbearable. “Mind, now, no capers with Blachita,” said Mrs. Melton, as Achonboah was leaving the room. “If eggs are to ho brought in safety, then Miss Blachita must be kept from Spanish fandangoes. A sober walk, remember, my dear, all tho way back. ” “Yes, white mother. Never fear. 1 will whisper to Blachita, and she’ll unstand every word I say, and go as softly as fairies walking on moonlight. I have only to tell her, and she will understand and will do as I say.” Mrs. Meltou laughed. “Oh, I forgot that Mr s Blachita was an educated young lady—that she had, in short, been for two terms to the Melton high school! Next year I suppose she wilt he asking tho faculty for a diploma, along with her mis-

tress.”

“She could get it now, white mother, if smartness could take it,” uud with these words Achonhoah run away to saddle her pet. Blachita was in the inclo-ure back of the mission house, nibbling away at tho grass. As soon as she heard her mistress give that peculiar little whistle she knew so well she stopped her nibbling at once uud pirouetted up to the bars on her nimble black legs. Save for one white spot directly between tho eyes and a larger one nearer tbo muzzle, Blachita was as black as a coal, lleuco the name that hud been ; given her, which was Spanish, and ! meant “Little Blacky. ’ “We are wanted to go for some eggs, ^ Blachita iniu” (my Little Blacky), said |

Achonhoah, fondling the nose that had been pushed up against her. In a moment or so saddle and bridle were both on Blachita, Achonhoah in the saddle, and pony and rider flying like the wind over tho grass of the prairies. If they had to walk like sober people coming back, why then tney would make np for it going! On galloped Blachita. Three miles or more were passed in this way, then Achonhoah pulled the reins tight. This was the signal to Blachita to slow up, then to walk. “You must take some good long breaths now. pneiida (dear one). It wouldn’t be best for your health to go on too long in this way.” Just about here there was a turning to bo made, where tho road outers a stretch of timber. Most of the trees had been cut away, and there were more stumps at this place than anything else. Blachita didn’t at all like the stumps, and wanted to be constantly executing the steps of a hornpipe from one to the other. “Chari a Blachita, kisb, kish!” (steady, steady, my little Blacky !) said Achonhoah, coaxingly. Suddenly a load hail in Comanche caused Achonhoah to look up, then to give utterance to a startled cry. There close beside her was an Indian in full camp dress, horribly painted on his face and throat, and with feathers stuck in his hair. It was Harwepoyer. She knew him the moment her eyes rested upon him. “If you scream again, I give yon something to scream for!" ho announced, savagely, at the same time pointing signilicautly to the knife in his belt. Then he seized her pony by the bridle aud attempted to urge her in the direction he wished to go. But Blachita had never in all her life been used to any such treatment, and, as any high-spirited young lady would, she resented it, and to the extent that she forthwith proceeded to make vigorous imprint of her teeth in the hand clutching so determinedly her bridle rein. Harwepoyer uttered a fiery exclamation, then struck Blachita a stinging blow over the head. This was more than Achonhoah could bear. She burst into tears, and. bending over, began to stroke Blachita’s neck and to talk to her soothingly. “Sit up,and stop that!” commanded Harwepoyer. “I give you soon what I give the pony if you no hush up.” What was he going to do with her? This was the question now uppermost in Achonboah’s mind. She knew that he claimed to be her father, and that he had said again and again that he was coming to take her away from the pleasant home and from those who loved her. They passed along this narrow path for the distance of about three-quarters of a mile, then Achonhoah saw they were approaching a clearing. It was a very small clearing, however, and seemed to be in the very heart of the timber. In the midst of it stood a small, deserted cabin, built of cottonwood logs, chinked in with clay. As they rode into the clearing Harwepoyer dismounted, and, coming to Achonhoah, tol 1 her to do the same. Hu then unsaddled both ponies, and tied each by a long rope to a stake so that they could graze. The cabin was very gloomy on the inside. There was no way to get light except through the cracks. The one door had fallen from its hinges, and was now merely propped up against the facing. Any good, big gust of wind could have blown it down. Within the cabin there were some preparations for living. Harwepoyer had evidently been here and made them. Indeed, he told her so directly. There was a slab of bacon hanging up. and near by, in a corner, a sack of meal and a jug of molasses. “Sit down,” said Harwepoyer,sharply, *sitdown! You got to stay here, so you just as well make up your mind to it; yes, one, two,three, may be five,six days. Tneu your friends give up, I know, aud pay the $'>0, may be the $100”— his crafty eyes gleaming — ‘ ‘1 ’in going to ask them, to get you again.” Ho this was his design? It was not herself, after all, he wanted, but money. He would keep her concealed until those who loved her, thinking she was dead, would be so rejoiced to hear she was alive again, they would pay the money be demanded. The missionary might not nave it, but tho doctor would. And to think this man claimed to be her father ! O, it was dreadful! She felt she would go nearly wild with the pain and tho horror of it all. The afternoon wore on. Tho very minutes seemed interminable. How was she ever to get through the days? There was not a soul near upon whom she could call; no ear to bear ; no voice to respond. Ob, yes, there was one! Why hadn’t she thought of it before? There was Blachita ! A sob of joy came to Aohonhoah’s throat as she remembered Blachita. She wasn’t, alter all, alone. Blachita was near. Yes, Blachita, who loved her, and whom she loved. Oh, Blachita, dear Blachita. As she thought of her, Achonhoah unconsciously gave tho little love coll Eiuchita knew so well, and to which she never failed when hearing to respond. Bnt Blachita could not como now ; oh, no. She, too, was a captive as Achonhoah, tied to a stake. Achonhoah's heart almost stood still with joy as back through the space came ringing Blachita’s glad, responsive neigh. Blachita had heard ter, she had responded, though she could uot come. “Shut up that!” commanded Harwepoyer. “I no waut any more of your noise. I tell you that before.” Achonhoah crouched nearer the hearth. Was even this comfort to ho denied her? “Kindle fire and get supper,” said ; Harwepoyer after some moments. She obeyed. She was only too glad of something to occupy her mind. She :

had made the fire, and was turning toi get the meal to mix for tho bread, when there came the souud of tha trampling of feet without and near to the t.oor. It startled both herself and Harwtqioyer, but Harwepoyer tho more. He was evidently mnch alarmed. He sprang to his feet and started toward the door. He had uot more than done so when, with a loud crash, it fell to the floor, as though through some force without. Thinking it was surely an attack, that Achonhoah’s friends had come to rescue her, Harwepoyer, who was really a coward at heart, turned and fled toward a pile ot wood in the corner. A terrible noise followed tbo falling of the door. It was as though a small tornado had struck and shook the building. It made the sticks of wood roll all about Harwepoyer, and even moz'e than ever he was frightened. Not so Achonhoah. Though she had been frightened at first, she had nevertheless stood her ground, even at the falling of the door. As the door fell with a crash, and within the opening almost immediately appeared a shaggy head, Achonhoah nearly cried alond, but not with fear. “Blachita! Blachita!” her heart was saying. “Oh, you precious Blachita!” but she dared not say it with her lips for fear of arousing Harwepoyer. Blachita poked her scrubby little head through the door. Her eyes sought her mistress’ face. There was all the encouragement she needed. Every movement, every glance, seemed to say: “Now or never, my mistress. You called me, and I have come. You needed me, or you would not have called. Up and away ! Spring upon ray back, and we are otf like the wind.” When Harwepoyer did look up he was for the moment struck motionless with amazement. There, standing uot more thau ten paces away, was the ponv, and by the pony Achonhoah, her arms about its neck. Then, recovering himself, he started up, but too late! With one bound Achonhoah had sprung to the pony’s back, without saddle, and with no bridle save a trailing bit of rope. But, forsooth, for what did Blachita need a bridle? Did she not know the way as well as her mistress—even better? So Achonhoah only gathered up that bit of rope, as she sprung, to prevent Blachita stepping upon it and tripping. Tho pony’s head was turned toward the door. Harwepoyer sprang forward. He saw in an instant what was about to take place. After all the girl would escape him if be did not act promptly. He reached out his baud and clutched at the tail of the pony. The next moment a pair of black legs flew into the air, and when they came down one bad planted itself with sufticieut force nginst the shoulder of Harwepoyer to send him spinning backward and over into the pile ot wood, where he lay uu almost senseless heap for a moment, or so. When he recovered himself aud flew to the door it was to see the pony with her rider already across the clearing and into the belt of timber, where they were rushing along the path with the speed of the wind. His wicked plot had come to naught, his evil designs wore thwarted, aud all through the love of a little black pony for her mistress. —Chicago Ifecord.

Cheap Lauds in the South. What a noble piece of work might be accomplished if the capitalists of Chicago would invest $100,000, or even $500,000, in laud aud improvements to make homes for the unemployed but deserving people of the city, where there would uot only be a chance for them to make tbeir own living, but an assutauce of steady employment and constant occupation, placing them beyond the necessity of temptation and crime, where they could enjoy the fresh air, with a prospect of some day having a home of their own, and not dependent on the charity of a city like Chicago, writes F. A. Hail, of Clinton, 111. This would be the means of relieving untold waut and misery and leading the way to plenty and happiness, without sacrifice or loss to the capitalists, as at the same time it could be made a paying investment. Georgia, Northeastern Alabama or South Carolina would be good and desirable locations, giving Georgia the preference for health, good water, fine climate and shipping facilities. The State of Georgia has immense advantages, because of its situation being in the very heart of the best section of the South, extending from tie mountains to tbo sea. It has every variety of climate and soil, and produces every kind of fruit or vegetable or farm product known to the other States. The annual rainfall is fifty inches, and the temperature averages forty degrees in winter and eighty degrees in summer, furnishing tho best possibilities for croj) development, as well as the best conditions for human comfort. The North mid South are coming closer together every daj-. The South needs the labor and brains to develop her vast mineral and agricultural possibilities. Tho unemployed deserving people of our largo cities stand ready to do this if capital will lend her assistance.—Chicago Record. Sixty-two Years un >1. I*. To represent one constituency for sixty-two years iu the House of Commons is somewhat of a record. Mr. Charles Pelham Viliiers, who is called the “Father of the House of Commons,” has represented Wolverhampton for that time without interruption. He recently celebrated his ninety-fifth birthday at his London residence, and received the congratulations of a large circle of friends of both political parties. The right honorable gentleman takes a great interest in public affairs, and spends much time reading and attending to his correspondence.—New York Sun.

BELIKYE TELEPATHY.

these me:n accept it as one of the sciences. Crookes Convinced the Scientists—Theosophy » Kindred llranch—Many Investigations in France Lead to Astonishing: Results Chary at First.

HE fact that Prof. _ I William Crookes, ^ I the inventor of the ^ tube which made /) -vV 7 the Koentgen ray a f j f'J possibility, publicl y rJ ' * y acknowledged 1 1 11 I, ' , the existence of W A H 1 brain waves has \ v lifted telepathy, or /i‘l '‘''“’thought transference, from out the ranks of so-called pseudo-sciences anti elevated It to the plane of accepted fact, says the Times-Herald. Others have claimed the existence of telepathy for many years, but the public has been chary of accepting their assurances and explanations as the whole thing smacked too much of charlatanism. The eminence of Prof. Crookes in the scientific world, however. Is reckoned a sufficient safeguard against Imposture, and his statements within the past fortnight will certainly lead other men of recognized ability, who have hitherto stood aloof, to take hold of the subject and sift it thoroughly to the bottom. What practical benefits accrue to mankind from a perfection of the science is something of a problem, but Prof. Crookes outlined these In his address to the Psychical Research society when he suggested the possibility of one person, by means of intense thought and the telepathic chain, communicating with another without regard to distance. This, of course, he said, was provisional and had not yet been demonstrated by practical tests. At all events, he contended a study of thought transference would preface a more profound study of man. nature and of all things and stimulate investigation into unexplored paths of science, principally psychical phenomena. In France and Italy telepathy has been more extensively investigated than in this or any other country, but the experiments of Dr. J. 15. Ermacora of Padua and of Dr. Baraduc of Paris, while painstaiung and unique, have received small recognition from the sober minds of the scientific world. The work of these two men from now on, however, will probably be examined with minute care, and if their claims are satisfactorily established some interesting developments must ensue. Dr. Baraduc goes further than the others, so far as he treads upon the fringe of theosophy, and that very fact has deprived his investigations of serious consideration. He not only contends that thought waves are a fact but he claims that they can be photographed and that he has photographed them. He claims the existence of a vital or psychic fluid, and he demonstrates this fact by two curious instruments called magnetometers. These consist of two

DR. ERMACORA. OF PADUA, small dials divided into 300 degrees, with very delicate needles made of annealed copper and, therefore, irresponsive to ordinary magnetic influences. Each needle is protected against outside contact by a glass case. If both hands, with the fingers brought to a point, are extended in the direction of the ‘’magnetometers,” the needle corresponding to the loft hand is. after about two minutes, driven back, say from 0 degrees to 5 degrees, while the needle opposite the right hand is moved forward to 15 degrees. Such motions show the existence of a force emanating from the fingers and forming a circuit through the glass cases. This, according to Dr. Baraduc, is the vital or psychic force. If a photographic plate is placed between the "magnetometer” and the hand, cither in the dark or in a faint red light, it will be seen after developing that the plate bears the impression of some luminous effluvia which do not affect the normal eye. Dr. Baraduc names the force issuing from the left side expir and aspir the force that enters the right side. He argues as follows: If the body exhales five units on the left side and inhales fifteen on the right there remains a difference of ten units, which in some way accumulates in the human battery and constitutes the psychicforce that is radiated through the action of the will, or, to quote the doctor’s own words: "We are not isolated in the Cosmos: but. apart from solar light, heat, electricity and more nr less rarefied gases, we arc surrounded by other forces, which we inhale and exhale through some process analogous to pulmonary respiration.” Dr. Baraduc’s written explanations of his discoveries are uot very intelligible on the lay mind, and this fact induced Annie Besant, the noted theosophist, to attempt a lucid presentation of them. Unfortunately, Miss Besant’s enthusiasm for the cause of theosophy switched her off from the main point and she befogged her elucidation by interjecting arguments to show that the whole thing was part and parcel of her beloved theosophv.

Moieover, to cllncn her argument,she published some pictures which she asserted were reproductions of thought waves. In Judging these pictures she says there are three general principles Involved. First that the quality of thought determines Us color; the nature of thought determines Us form and the definiteness of thought determines clearness of outline. A devotional thought is shown In clouds of deep blue; anger in flashes of lurid deep red; love in clouds of rose pink; jealousy in dashes of dull green; intellect in circles of delicate yellow. Not much reliance is placed upon the authenticity of these pictures, as clairvoyants had something to do with their formation, and for that reason they should not be classed with the genuine work of reputable scientists. They show, however, that Prof. Crookes and his fellow workers will be constantly hampered by faddists and eccentric folk generally who will distort real achievements by bogus attempts to outdo them. Dr. Ermacora. the Italian telepathist, has conducted his experiments in a unique way. He has made a child see in dreams many things that she had never heard of before and to experience emotions that she had never felt. This, of course, would be possible by the use of hypnotism, but the doctor claims that this power was not invoked. The child would go to sleep naturally at nighttime and the next morning she would be asked if she had any dreams during the night, and she would then tell of them. In a majority of cases she dreamed exactly what the doctor had said she would inspire. Several times he met with complete failure, but the

PYRAMIDS IN MEXICO.

DR. BARADUC OF PARIS, successful attempts proved the general truth of the phenomena. The child, Angelina Cavazzoni. was only 4 years old at the time and her worldly knowledge and experience were naturally small. The child never made a trip on the water and knew nothing of the distressing malady, but the next morning she told how she had dreamed of being on a boat.how it was tossed about and how terribly sick she was at her stomach. She described all of tho regular symptoms perfectly. At other times she was inspired to see wild animals which she knew nothing about, and although she could not describe them by name her description made it an easy matter to identify them. Pictures and buildings she had never seen she was also inspired to dream of, and in several cases she described them quite accurately. These experiments continued for a period of ^everal months, but. the child never knew, and for that matter, does not yet know, tlu part that she played in them.

A Traveler rlioloRraplm Two Ulucovrreil Recently la Cluerrero. A brief dispatch in yesterday morning’s papers said Niven, the wellknown mineralogist of this city, had just returned to Mexico City from the mountains in the state of Guerrero with several hundred photographs of a great ruined city, taken during a ten weeks’ trip. A letter addressed to David Proskey of 833 Broadway, a collector of curios, and a personal friend of Niven’s, under date of September 27, telling of his trip up to that time, says that Niven had been four weeks in the vicinity of the great prehistoric city of Teuchomietlepan. This city, he says, has a surface area of about 100 square miles. ”1 have dug into some of the subterranean chambers of the largest buildings.” he writes, "and found them filled with broken pieces of plaster, painted bright red and white, and on the floors beads, axes, idols and broken pottery. In an excavation which I made at a place called Guayabo I found at a depth of 9 feet from the surface, under the altar, an olla or jar of terra cotta filled with dirt and mixed with it wer 72 objects of mother-of-pearl, all perforated. Five of them were heads of kings, with crowns nicely carved. The olla, unfortunately, was broken by the peon's pick, but I picked up the fragments and saved half the olla intact, with the dirt and objects sticking to it undisturbed. I found also, at other places, the bones of strange animals, some of which I have preserved. I found the ruins of twenty temples around Teuchomietlepan.” It is about seven days’ horseback trip from Chilpanzingo. where the letter was written, to Mexico City. The dispatches printed yesterday said that two temples and two great pyramids had been found. The pyramids of Mexico are the foundations of the temples of the sun and moon worshippers, and in them the antiquarian finds much that is curious. There were two ways of making a pyramid. One was to build it from a level with rude clay bricks on the inside, while the facing was of stone, ranged like steps. Pyramids of great size, like those that Niven has found, were hills smoothed down till their tops and bases were square, or rectangular, and then faced with stone and topped with a building, with an altar rising above it. When the Spaniards came they drove the natives up into the temples from the city about it. Then the Spaniards tried to follow, but climbing up the slope in the face of the enemy was impossible. The pyramids were usually in dense forests.—■ New York Sun.

The Killer of Helsriunn. The following story of King Leopold in his younger days is now being told in Brussels for the first time. When he was still Duke of Brabant he learned one day, through the colonel of an infantry regiment, that one of the best officers of that corps, Capt. Leitzbach, an Alsatian by birth, was in difficulties. This officer, whose character was above reproach, was sent to the bank to draw several thousand francs for the use of the regiment, Through some mishap the sum was lost during his return from the bank to the colonel's house. The captain, who was the father of a family and possessed no fortune, was in despair, for by the loss of this sum his pay would be curtailed for many years. The Duke of Brabant was much distressed at the story and asked to meet the officer in question. The prince tried his best to comfort the captain, and promised he would do all he could to lessen

How the Ulooil Move* in the Vein*. The principal cause of the movement of the blood in the veins is what tho physiologists refer to as “the pressure from behind.” By this is meant the capillary circulation or a movement of the blood caused by the constant pumping action of the heart, which forces the current into and through the veins —that is, to prevent their becoming *o filled with blood that their resistance Would counterbalance the pressure from the arteries—each pulsation of the heart by emptying the right ventricle allows a part of the blood accumulated in the veins to be removed. In this way the backward resistance in the veins is kept inferior to the pressure of the arterial circulation. The venous circulation is also greatly aided by the action of the voluntary muscles. It is a well-known fact that when a muscle contracts it thickens and becomes diminished in length. The effect of this lateral swelling is to compress the veins lying between the muscles, thus forcing the blood forward. Another peculiarity is the half-moon shaped valves with which the veins are well provided. These “semilunar” valves open duly toward the heart, making any backward movement of the blood into the venous system impossible.—St. Louis Republic.

A Dynamite Trust. The dynamite factories of England and Germany are organized in a trust and all the details of manufacture and trade are exceedingly secret.

Common Seiine. Too many Christians drop their common sense altogether when they read the Bible.—Rev. J. T. Dixby.

KING LEOPOLD. his misfortune. The next day the colonel sent for Captain Leitzbach and told him that the Duke of Brabant had made up the lost sum from his own purse, and that he had further recommended him to the protection of the minister of war. Two months afterward the captain was promoted to the rank of major.

Senator Hoar'* Memory. Senator Hoar of Massachusetts is said to be one of the best read men in the senate; besides, he has a prodigious memory, and can quote in an instant’s notice tho particular verse or passage of prose which he regards fitting for any particular occasion.

SMILES BETWEEN SERMONS Testing Friendship.—“I do not be lieve that I have a true friend in the world.” "So you have been trying to borrow money, too. have you?”—New York Tribune. A Sad Truth.—“The best type of man always concedes that woman is the noblest created being.” "Yes.” “And then he acts mad because the first baby isn’t a boy.”—Chicago Record. Too Bad.—‘’Kitty’s little brother scared away her new beau.” "What did the little rascal do?" "Ho told the man that his sister always took a flatiron to bed with her.”—Chicago Record. After Her.—Captain of American Warship: Which course did that Cuban filibuster take? Mate: Due south, sir. Captain: Good! Head the ship due north. We'll circumnavigate the globe and head her off.—Philadelphia North American. The Fish Liar.—“Ever try one of those rubber ilshworms?” asked the amateur. "Only one,” said the fish liar. "They are no good. The llsht after he finds how he has been taken in, dies of mortification before he can be taken out.”—Indianapolis Journal. Too Considerate.—"If there’s anythin’ Oi dislolke,” said Mr. Dolan, “it’s shuperstltlon.” “Who’s got it?” asked j his wife. “Rofferty, the conthractor. I He owes me $13, an’ he's thot shuper- ! stitious he won’t pay me for fear Oi’ll hov bad luck!”—Washington Star.

WHEME IS WISDOM? They say tliat h ,! i* wisest who can always listen host; Who thinks in silence, and so leaves the talking' for tho rest. This may he so; hut them are fool* who pas* as wise to-day, Because they sit and listen and have nothing much to say. But stay! Is that man, affer all, not passing wise who knows Enough to hide the ignorance that talking would expose? —Cleveland Leader.

HUMOR OF THE OAT.

Perclita—“I wish I were a man.” Penelono — “Yes, with all your money you’d be quite a catch then, wouldn't you?"—Truth. “What is pronunciation, Uncle Jim?” “It is something you hunt np in a dictionary one day and forget the next. ”—Chicago Record. Editor (to comic paragraphist) — “Your jokes lack originality.” Comio Paragraphist (irritably)—“So does your criticism.”—Tid Bits. “Do yon thick that Wiggins is really your friend?” Gosling—•‘I suppose so; he’s always giving mo disagreeable advice.”—Truth. Bacon—“I see the editor has come out for athletics.” Egbert—“That’s strange ! He told me ho was going in for them.”—Yonkers Statesman. Cynthia—“Do you think Frank will love mo when I am old, Maud?” Maud—“Well, there’s one thing, ;ltur —you’ll soon know.”—Pick-Me-Up. “Is tho sail tho only thing that guides a ship?” asked the green passenger. “No, ’ said the mate. “There are rudders." — Indianapolis Journal. Kind Lady—“What would you like to eat, my poor man?” Tired Trefethen — “Soup, if you have it. It doesn’t need chewin’.”—Up-To-Date. Physician—“You have only a few minutes to live. Have yon any last wish?” Patient—“I wish I had engaged another doctor.”—Yale Record. With the first pull the bell rope parted. The sextou was in despair. Then a happy thought struck him, and he wrung his hands.—Indianapolis Journal. Mrs. Ton—“You used to sny I was the light of your life.” Mr. Ton— “Yes; and I suppose that’s why you are so easily put out now we are married."—Judy. Tho Customer—“Confound you! You have cut my cheek.” The Barber — “By Jove, so I have! I was wondering what had taken the edge off my razor. ”—Standard. Riggs —“Halloa, old man!" Brigg-t — “Excuse me, sir; you have the advantage of me.” “Yes, I guess I have. Wo were engaged to the same girl, but you married her.” Friendly Criticism.—Artist— “This is one of those peculiar pictures that one has to be far otf to appreciate.” She—“And 'way off to paint, I imagine.”—Harper's Bazar. Ted—“How did that English nobleman manage to borrow the money from Cboliie?” Ned—“On being introduced ho asked him if he wasn’t boru on the other side."—Judge. Often and Often. — “Ah, my poor man,” said the benevolent old lady, “I suppose you are often pinched hy want and hunger, are you uot?” “Yessum ; and by de cops.”—Cincinnati Commercial Tribune. “It’s a shame,” cried the yonng wife; “not a thing in tho house tit to eat. I’m going right home to papa!” “If you don’t miud, dear,” said tho husband, reaching for his hat, “I’ll go with you.”—Yonkers Statesman. Waiter (to cook) — “Steak for one! Gent don’t want it raw, nor ho don't want it bnrn’t black." Cook —(angrily)— “Is that what ho said?” Waiter—“No; uot exactly. I asked him how he wanted it, an’ he said ‘medium.’ ”—Spare Moments. Mamma—“I don’t see why you call Daisy Martin selfish. 1 think she is a very nice little girl.” Ethel —“Oh, mamma, but she is selfish ! She’s always at the head of the class, and she won’t lot auy of tho rest of us get ahead of her.”—Harper’s Bazar. “What do you mean, sir,” roared the irate father, “by bringing your trunk to my house and ordering » room?" “I’m adopted as one of the family,” coolly answered the young man. “Your daughter said she would be a sister to me.”—Detroit Free Press. Customer—“I don’t see how Anybody can handle a big stock of filu 83 like this without doing a lot of breaking.” Persuasive Salesman—“fbev can’t, ma’am. Two firms broke all t° pieces trying to handle this lot. That" why wo can sell it so cheap.’’—Chicago Tribune. Ho—“I suppose your thoughts were all on your new bonnat during tjia sermon this morning?" She— indeed, they were not.” “I dout believe you can repeat anything that was said during the service.” *‘ies, I can, too. I heard a lady behind mo say, ’Isn’t it stunning?’ ” “I don’t like your milk,” said the mistress of the house. “What* wrong with it, mum?” “It’s dreadfully thin, and there’s no cream o u it.” “After you have lived in the town a while, mum,” said the ini^ man, encouragingly, “you’ll get orer them rooral ideas of vour’n.” — IdBits. “Theoretically,” remarked the man who had lived ia flats for year- 1 , “there arc always two sides to a storyPractically, however, after you get above tho fourth story, the insi't doesn’t amount to much.” He spo* 0 somewhat lightly, as knowing the p J ’ teucy of an affectation of guyoty ll11 ' insouciance to lighten the tternS” sorrows.—Detroit Free Press.