Democratic Sentinel, Volume 16, Number 39, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 14 October 1892 — Page 6

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TALMAGE AT HIS HOME.

THE GREAT PREACHER TALKS WITH A CORRESPONDENT. HU Bwlirac* a Religion* Hnmm-Ht Give* Hla Ideas of Money-Making and Preaching—The World Growing Better AH the Time. The Brooklyn Divine. Raw York correspondence: The pastor of the biggest ohurch in Che United States! A preacher whose sermons are read

T. DE WITT TALMAGE From a late photograph.]

every week in fifteen million families! An author whose books sell by the hundreds of thousands! A lecturer who is now offered $150,000 for a series of talks! An Intellectual worker, the gray matter of whose brain can produce from S6OO to SI,OOO a day the year round! This is the Rev. T. De Witt Talmage, who stands before the people of the United States in as many different lights as there are variations of the human mind. To many he is sincere, godly and genuine. To others he appears false, sacrilegious and a humbug. If the former he is a most wonderful apostle; if the latter, he is certainly a most successful humbug, and in either case he 13 by far the most Interesting character in the American pulpit to-day. I called upon him at his home in Brooklyn the other day, and had three hours of most interesting conversation with him. I went with him over his great tabernacle, and chatted with him upon many subjects.

Dr. Talmage’* Rome. Dr. Talmage lives in a big, four-story brown-stone house, on the corper of South Oxford and Calvert streets, Brooklyn. It is in a good neighborhood, and the house is perhaps the finest in the block. Passing up broad brown-stone steps, you enter a wide hall, the floor of whioh is porcelain-tiled in blue and yellow. A blaok walnut staircase leads from the right of this hall to the second story, and at the left, just opposite this, is the entrance to the parlor. This parlor is about twenty-flvo feet long, and there is another smaller parlor separated from it by folding doors, at the back. It contains as many curiosities as a museum. Beautiful pictures hang upon the walls, and an old master in oils, representing “Clirist Casting Out Devils,* hangs just at the left of the entrance. The floors are covered with Turkish and Persian rugs, which Dr. Talmage picked up at Damascus at the time he made the tour through the Holy

DR. TALMAGE’S HOME.

Land, and there are swords fronjCJalro, tables from Constantinople, rare busts from Italy, and aiticles of virtu ’’and curios from all parts of the wdrld. On one. wall there la a banner of Bilk which a Chinese missionary sent to Dr. Talmage, and on a stand below It Is a piece of elegant old lacquer from Japan. There are baskets from Alaska, pieces of stone from the Acropolis, sand from the base of the Pyramids, a chunk of stone frpm Baalbec, and pretty things from everywhere. The rest of the house corresponds to the parlor, and every article in it seems to have a history. His Works I*op. It is in this parlor that Dr. Talmage receives his visitors. He is besieged with callers,, and though he receives almost every one, he has to guard his privacy. His workshop is at the top of the house. It is a big room, furnished in the. plainest manner (*nd packed lull of books. There are books on the tables, in the cases and on the floor. Magazines «re scattered here and there, and the tables which take up different parts of the room are littered with manuscripts, newspaper clippings and papers. Not a half dozen men get into this den during the year. Dr. Talmage restricts its occupants to himself and his private secretary. The servants are not permitted to dean it, and at long intervals only is Mrs. Talmage allowed in with her dust brush. There are no fancy books in this llbiary, and the newest copies are torn and mutilated. In using a quotation Dr. Talmage tears out the paragraphs to which he refers and pastes them into his manuscripts to save the time of copying them. He does the greater part of his work by dictation. He dictates readily, and some of his best writings are taken down by an amanuensis at the rate of 150 words per minute. It was into the parlors that Dr. Talmage received me, and I noted that the step with which he entered was firm and springy. He will be 60 old in January next, but his hair is still brown, hip dark rosy face shows that his rlood is full of iron, and he says he can eat his three square meals a day and enjoy them. He Is a big man and a strong one. He is, I judge, about 5 feet 11, and he weighs about 170 pounds. His broad shoulders have a slight stoop, but they are well padded with muscular flesh, and his arms look as though they could Wield an ax as well as Gladstone’s. He was dreteed In plain business clothes, and U noted, as an hour or so later we Wfjfcid toward the Tabernacle, that the ifcfmtWwore was a Derby, and its

number, 1 judge, was about eight ana a half. Dr. Talmage converses as well as he preaches. His talk with me was full of bright sayings. It was perfectly unconventional and simple. It covered a great variety of subjects. Money Making: and tli© Palpit. “Dr. Talmage,” said I, “you’ve been called a money-making preacjhpr. Do you think the making of mpujgy .is incompatible with your pfofeg4l<s6'/” “If the making of money’’were the chief end of , the profession, I would say ‘yes," replied Dr. Talmage. “And if it were not entirely subordinate and apart from it, I would also say yes. when the making of money comes entirely from work that does not conflict with the duties of the pulpit, and that, in fact, aids in the work of the profession, I would say no. During my whole life I have made my preaching and my church the supreme end of my work. I have never made a dollar at the expense of my congregational labors, and I have never tried to make money for money’s sake. The opportunities and the work have been forced upon me. I have accepted them, be-

cause, in doing so, I believe that I am, at the same time, able to do good. I refuse hundreds of offers for literary work and lectures, because I have not the .time to give to them, and if, as is often so, my prices for such things aro called high, they are .forced upon no one. and they are fixed in general, not by me,, but by bureaus and agents through whom such business is done for me. If I would, I could, I b(Jli<Jv 9 , .have such engagements as 'wouM' 1 net me SI,OOO a day the year through, and I have now lying on my study table an offer of $150,000 for A series of lectures. I never Jeciure for less than SSOO or SI,OOQ a night, and the latter is my regular price for the larger cities. When I charged SI,OOO for going to Chicago to lecture, the fact was madh a subject of comment by some of the newspapers, who said that my action was a mercenary one. Why, 1 cannot see. I did not ask Chicago to call mo to lecture, and the receipts of the lecture, which was held in the Auditorium, were. I understand, $3,000 in excess of the amount paid me. I get numbers of requests from small places offering me SSOO a night to lecture. As it is, I can’t accept many of these engagements, though I try to make one or two trips a year." “How do you do such an amount of work, Doctor? Please tell me something of your weekly labors. ’’ “My weeks vary so that I can hardly do that,” was the reply. “I am engaged nearly every day to speak, lecture or

THE NEW TABERNACLE.

preach somewhere. I’m editor of the Christian Herald, and write three columns a week for it. I write an article a week for . the Observer, and every month I prepare an article for the Ladies’ Homo Journal, entitled ‘Under My Study Lamp.’ Then I have my Friday night talks, my regular 6ermon, my calls, and my mail, wnich comes from all parts of the world. u “How do you get your rest?" “I save time in every way possible. I use stenographers in my work, and dictate readily and rapidly. I find my chief rest in a change of work, and the conversation at a dinner party, for instance, gives me new life and vigor." The WorKI Growing Defter.. *■ “Dr. Talmage,” said I, “don’t you think the world grows worse as it grows older?” “No,” replied the preacher, “I do not. I think the world is growing better, instead of growing worse, and I am in all things rather an optimist than a pessimist I often hear the mechanical inventions, the reapers, the mowers, the electric wires, the-steam; engine, etc., spoken of as the great wonders of modern times. The greatest marvel ._Io me of modern times is the trpp Christian spirit which grows more-and-ihpwNrom day to day. Our greatest Wonders aro our good men and good women. In the ages of the past there was one great philanthropist in half a, dozen centuries, and for the next ten or twenty generations he was the' wonder of history. The people placed a. halo around’his head and they worshiped him and wondered at him.' Now we have a great philanthropist in every town, ‘ and a dozen in every city. It took five hundred years to produce a George Peabody, and Peter Cooper would have been an impossibility,in any other age than ours, iJThai man’s .Work is the wonder of modern times. His institution has mothered a thousand other institutions. i From his Example httVe sprung hundreds of (hospitals, and schools, ands the work of charity grows in an ever-increasing ratio as the times go on. “Look at the men and women of today," Dr. Talmage went on. “There has never been such a generation. Take our women. A few years ago soft flesh, a slender waist, a polite languor, a do-nothing-air were the elements of the so-called beautiful woman. Now our girls pride themselves on being strong. The roses of health bloom in their cheeks. They stand firm upon

TALMAGE IN HIS DEN.

their feet and swing theirsrms fronk-the shoulder. Therv have strong frames ana healthy, well-trained minds. They are the apostles of physical culture, and every town has its woman’s gymnasium. It is the same with our young men. We are developing a stronger race, and a better race. This is mentally and physically. The old saying that there is no royal road to learning is a thing of the past. Our children have i such a road, and it-is an asphalt pavementcompared with the rough corduroy of my childhood. .(Free, Thought and Christianity. “HOw about religion and freethought t Doctor?" said I. “The charcjhes seem to be growing more liberal every year. Infidelity is growing in a'l religions

the world over, and the tendency seem* to be the bjcaking down of all faith." “You are right in saying that the churches are becoming more liberal," replied Dr. Talmage. "We are getting closer and closer together every year, and reljgion is becoming more and more a religion of sympathy and kindness. We have thousands of real Christians now wno hardly know they are Christians. They cannot be called intellectual Christians, and the purely intellectual Christian the Christian of reason rather than faith—is of little account in the world anyhow. He is an Iceberg, and he U of good neither to himself nor to any one else. You speak of the growing Infidelity among the believers of other religions the world over. The tendency of man when he gives up the God of his fathers is for a time to believe in no God whatever, and it is only after a time that he comes around to study and believe in another religion, I believe that any religion is better than no religion, and I believe that the Christian religion is destined to conquer the worlc. People are surprised that the church does not advance more

THE DRAWING-ROOM.

rapidly. They forget that the world has just been discovered. Our hemisphere is but a few hundreds of years old, and Columbus only discovered its shell. Asia and Africa hare been practically unknown to us until now, and they are still to a great extent undiscovered. It is the same with the world in other respects as in its geographical ones. We are just beginning to know it and its possibilities. Modern inventions are coming in to holp us, and we are now ready for the first time to begin to work in earnest. “Dr. Talmage, you have been accused of being a sensational preacher. Do you believe in sensational preaching?" “If you call sensational preaching,* replied the divine, “the striving after striking effects, merely to astonish the people or to create a stir, it is wrong. But if sensational preaching is the sensation arising from the presentation of truth, it is right. Truth Is always surprising, and rightly preached, it ought not to fail to create a sensation. The opponents of such preaching are often men who are as heavy in their remarks as a load of bricks. They are too lazy or too dull to rise out of the commonplace, and they often vegetate or die of the dry rot. You ask as to pulpit oratory to-day. I believe that our preachers are improvihg in ppwer as the world goes on. Our seminaries turn out better men every year, and they will this year furnish the best cjg)p of young men in their history." The Brooklyn Tabernacle. Leaving the house we then walked around the block to the Brooklyn Tabernacle. It is 'the biggest church in the United Stated, and is one Of the finest churches in the world. Its tower of red brick and stone rises 160 feet from the ground, and its four comers have colums which remind ( you of the beauties of the Kutab Mlnar. lti entrances are of stone, richly carved, and It covers more than half an acre of ground. Standing 1 In the galleries, the scene below makes you think of the Coliseum at

TATMAGE’S BEDROOM.

Rome, and, the grepfc organ which stands Opposite you is one the largest ever made. It has four banks of keys, 100 stops and appHanoeb; and its pipes number 4,500. Dr. Talmage stands on a platform, wish no desk nor pulpit in front of him, and he addresses here an audience of 7,000 souls.

Thunder Makes Beasts Nervous.

,A lion tamer, named Lorange, who jva§ giving an exhibition of his skill in f fl, jjylld beast show at Levalloistime ago, Jiad a very parrq* escape. air at the time was [heavily- lad<en with electricity, and ,the apimals were in consequence sullen ancj ( moroße. Lorange entered the cage, nevertheless, but when he endeavored to put a lioness through her tricks the beast flew at his throat. He succeeded in beating her off, hut she took a second spring and fastened on liis arm, burying her teeth in his flesh. Smelling blood, the other lions became irritated, but Lorange succeeded in keeping them at bay for a few minutes, during which he seized the lioness’ throat with his free hand and released the other arm. He then beat a hasty retreat, and was fortunate enough to get out of the cage without further injury.

Drunkenness a Physical Disease.

That inebriety is a disease of a physical nature is capable of demonstration, and is generally recognized. There is now no question or doubt of its being hereditary, and no one doubts that it is acquired by social customs. That it is also a disease of the moral nature, engendered by allowing the intellectual faculties to remain inactive, by not exercising the power of conscience and will, by permitting the power of appetite and passions to dominate over conscience, by the lack of a positive character, by defective moral education, and by the want of self-culture, Is equally as certain and can be as clearly proved. —Doctor Day.

Duration of Dives.

The average duration of lives in the United States is 41.8 years sot storekeepers, 43,6 years for teamsters, 44.6 years for seamen, 47.3 years fol mechanics, 48.4 years for merchants, 52.6 years for lawyers, and 64.2 yean for farmers.

A PETRIFIED HUMAN BODY.

It Was Recently Fonnri by Prospeetowl In the Hills of South Dakota. One of the most wonderful discoveries ever recorded in the hills was made recently by some parties about ten miles north of Hot Springs, S. D. f near Wind City, says the St. Louis Globe-Democrat. They were prospecting in the hills, and in coming down into a ravine saw what appeared to be a fossil of some kind, similar to those found down in the Bad lands, east of there. They proceeded to unearth it, and to their great astonishment found it to be the petrification of a man. The specimen is that of a man from 25 to 30 years of age, well-formed and fully developed physically. In height it is 0 feet 1J inches, and belongs to the dolicephals or round-headed race of. human beings. The foot, the left one, the right foot being missing, must have worn a boot, as the big toe is very much compressed inwahl and the toe nails pressed flat on the top, the contrary to those wearing no boots. The left arm is brought down the side with the hand resting on the abdomen. The right arm has disappeared about three inches from the shoulder and it certainly appears to have been lost prior to the interment, for while the left hand is securely cemented to the body from the waist to the finger ends, there is not the slightest trace of the right hand in any way having touched the trunk. Now with the right foot it is the reverse, for the heels have touched each other, and with the disintegration of time the right heel has carried with It a portion of the left on the extreme end. The calves of the legs are securely cemented together. The lips and eyes are closed. On the left arm, extending four inches above and three below, is what appears to be a huge scar, probably caused by an ax or cutlass, and under the left ear is a small incision one and one-half inches long, which looks as if caused by a knife or dagger. The skin is perfect in minute lines, and, except a few pock marks, probably caused by insects, is absolutely perfect. It appears that the specimen is one of the Anglo-Saxon race, as all the characteristics of an Indian are wanting. There can be no doubt but it is one of the most perfect petr rifleations ever discovered.

AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA.

Amusements and Terrors or a Deep Water Direr. Edward H. Littlefield, a native, of Block Island and resident of Providence, now 60 years of age, modestly claims to be the most experienced submarine diver in the world. And truly he has had some wonderful experiences in his forty-four years in. the business. Mr. Littlefield has taken 100 bodies out of sunken ships, and has walked all through and around some fifty vessels lying from fifteen to 168 feet deep. The deeper one goes In the water the greater is the pressure, and under the ordinary system the air cannot be forced down to the diver if he is 200 feet deep, and will not hold his suit out from his body much below 100 feet. In that case the diver must go down by slow degrees, to avoid the numbness caused by the tightening of the suit. In 1860 Mr. Littlefield went down 168 feet to recover the bodies of a lady and her daughter, who were drowned on the ship of the husband and father. Of this he says: “Now, it’s queer, but there’s something about bodies under water. Did you know that if you went into the cabin of a vessel where one was that it would start toward you, almost as if it were alive? It Is that which makes the shock so terrible. You can’t avoid them. They come a 9 if they want to be taken away. Well, the captain’s wife aud daughter were in the state-room at the foot of the stairs, and I had to open the door. I took some blocks and braced my whole weight against the door. I weighed 200 pounds, and the suit weighed 265 more. I knew there’d be a terrible shock, so I got all ready. The door gave way at last, and broke into kindling wood like a flash. The concussion of the water flung the bodies toward me like lightning. I shut my eyes, and, reaching out to grab the bodies, caught the woman’s as she flew toward me. “I signaled and was taken up. Then I went down to hunt for the little girl. I found she had come out when her mother did, and floated under the cabin table. Why, that table was set just as when the vessel sunk, and there was food on the plates at that very time. I was pulled up with the little girl.”

Liverpool Is Doomed.

Liverpool men of business are greatly alarmed by the prospective transfer of the Inman landing place to Southampton by rumors that the Cunard and White Star Lines will also withdraw from Liverpool and by the threatened competition of New Milford and Bristol as British ports of arrival and departure for the transatlantic steampship trade. They complain that the benefits of the transatlantic trade have been hardly realized before the city is threatened with the .loss of them. The conviction spreads that the Mersey Docks Board have done much by their parsimony to injure Liverpool’s prospects in trade. Recently the board proposed that the steamship companies assist them in building in the North Town a deep-water landing stage for the exclusive use of the passengers to and from New York. Most of the companies replied that they could not see why they were called upon to contribute to the execution of the plan, and the matter was dropped. Public opinion, aroused by the prospect of a heavy loss of trade, has now compelled the board to revive the plan in such form that the city., if necessary, will pay the whole expense. The execution of this plan will include the building of a short, railway from the Canada dock station across the dock to a new stage railway connected with the Northwestern main line. It will be hardly possible to begin within a year, as a grant of powers from Parliament will be required. The days of Liverpool as the great transatlantic port of England are numbered. It owes its present preeminence not to the superior facilities of its port, but the enterprise of

Its citizens. The mouth of the Mersey is net a harbor in the proper sense o! ttVe word, and it is only by constant dredging that the bar is made passable by heavy draught steamers. Southampton, from its nearness to London, is much more convenient for transatlantic travelers who Wish to avoid the trip through the Irish Sea. New Milford, where active preparations are on foot for the starting of Lord Dunraven’s projected line, has similar advantages, and with some improvements its finely sheltered harbor can be made one of the finest in England. It is only as the great commercial emporium of Northern England that Liverpool can continue te hold its own.

That Was Good Enough.

The boy was sitting lazily in the stern of the boat, dangling his feet in the water, when a man from the dock called sharply to him: “What are you doing there?” he said. “Nothin’,” responded the boy. “Do you get any pay for it?” “Nope.” And he drew one foot out of the water, ready to run if need were. “Why don’t you go to work?" “Will you give me a job?” “ Yes. ” “Steady.” “Y 08. n “Pay anything?” “Well, no,” hesitated the man, “not the first week.” “How about the second?” “Then I will.” “All right; I'll come around the second week. This is good enough fermenow.” And the boy stuck the foot back in the water and winked at the man on the dock.—Detroit Free Press.

Animals Who Lack Sense.

“Some animals exhibit a queer lack of sense,” says a man who has observed them. “Put a buzzard in a pen about six feet square, and open at the top, and it is as much a prisoner as though it were shut up in a box. Ihis is pecause buzzards always begin their flight by taking a short run, and they cannot or will not attempt to fly unless they can do sc. Again, take a common bumblebee and put it in a goblet. It will remain a prisoner for hours, trying to escape through the sides, without ever thinking of escaping from the top. So, also, a bat cannot rise from a perfectly level surface. Although it is remarkably nimble in its flight when once on the wing and can fly for many hours at a time without taking the least rest, if placed on the floor or on flat ground it is absolutely unable to use its wings. The only thing it Gan do is to shuffle helplessly and painfully along until it reaches some trifling elevation, from which' it can throw itself into the air, when at once it is off like a flash.”

The Insect-Eater.

One of the most curious and interesting plants is the nepenthes, or “insect-eater.” The peculiar formation of the flower and the appendage to the apex of the leaf likens it to a pitcher—hence the name. Connected with the point of this leaf—by means of a tendril resembling a strap—is a tube, shaped somewhat like an antique vase. This will hold from half a pint to a pint of water. Over the mouth of this tube or vase, or somethrown back from it, is a leaf resembling a cover or lid. When the tube or vase is fairly well filled with a treacle-like fluid the lid opens and insects are attracted inside by the liquid, which apparently intoxicates them at the first taste, for they immediately fall over into the vase, without power to remove themselves from the gluey substance.

What He Said.

In Russia, a young diplomatist was at a court ball not long before the death of the Czar Nicholas. The young man was dancing, and, it seems, danced badly. The Czar liked to have things done smartly at his balls; and, walking up to the yoang man, he said: “When one does not know how to dance, one does not dance at all.” It was a most unusual thing for the great autocrat to address a remark to anybody, and Russian society, crowding about the young man asked what the Czar had said. The young diplomat had the wit to reply: “His Majesty’s most gracious words being for myself alone, Ido not feel at liberty to repeat them.” On the strength of this, he became a great social success.

Time Incense.

There has recently been added to the collection of folk objects in the museum of the University of Pennsylvania a package of incense, the use of which survives in the rural districts of China for the purpose of measuring time. It is called kong keung or “clock incense;” the word kong being our familiar English word “gong, ” which we got from the Chinese. It is used by the watchman. whose watch at night is divided into five parts. Five of these sticks are burned during the night, and they are shortened by breaking them off in accordance with the seasons. This incense was purchased at a Chinese shop in Philadelphia, and is another curious instance of primitive survivals among these interesting people.

Electric Speed.

Experiments were recently made at McGill College, Montreal, to discover the length of time required for a telegraphic signal to pass from that point to Greenwich by the Atlantic cable. Two hundred signals were sent, and it was found that the average time taken by the current to cross tbe Atlantic and back, a distance in all of 8,000 miles, was exactly one second and five-hundredths of a second. The wrecking of the Santa Fe passenger train near Osage City, Kansas, by robbers who expected to get $1,000,000 in currency that was in the express car, was the most diabolically deliberate wholesale murder which has been planned in any part of the country for a long time Shocking as were the resultant casualties, and exasperating as is the information that the wretches who did the deed got away, there is some satisfaction in the fact that they didn’t succeed in securing the money which had excited their cupidity.

A PRIZE-FIGHTER'S ROMANOS.

the Story of How Jama* f. Corbett Won Hi* Wife. Mrs. James J. Corbett, wife of the present champion prize-fighter of the world, is 23, a yellow golden blonde with large gray-blue eyes and, it is saW, a perfect dlgure?' * » . r When the now famous fighter was one of San Francisco’s amateur athletes he met Miss Ollie Lake. Cfilie’s father was a widqWer who had gone to California from Amsterdam, N. Y., in 1869. Miss studying iu the State Normal School when young Jim first met her. An affection sprang up between the young folks, but Corbett’s folks not sanction

HRS. JAMES J. CORBETT.

an engagement, the Lakes being Congregationalists, while the Corbetts were stanch Roman Catholics. The sweethearts were perforce obliged to wait, says the San Francisco Examiner. In 1886 Jim traveled to Salt Lake City to fight Duncan McDonald. There Miss Lake Joined him and a justice of the peace made them one. A second ceremony was performed when they returned to San Francisco, Mrs. Corbett embracing the Roman Catholic faith to concilitate her parents-in-law. A school teacher’s certificate to the State Normal School awaited Miss Ollie Lake in San Francisco while she was being married in Salt Lake City. Mrs. Corbett did not like prizefighting until a little after 10 o’clock on the Wednesday night when her iron-muscled husband knocked John L. Sullivan senseless and became champion of the world. Before that she thought fighting was “perfectly horrid:”

An Important Difference.

Americans laugh at the Frenchman, who hoped his hostess would be “pickled, ” when he meant “preserved, ”, without considering that they live in a glass house and should not throw stones. This is such a large country that the niceties pf language are not comprehended outside of a comparatively limited range. - A young man from the Eastern States went to Montana to grow up with the country, and with every prospect of making his mark. ' He was young and healthy, bright and energetic, and in addition, fully aware of his own worth, an accomplishment which is of special value in a new country. The first town he struck was on a “boom,” and he was in his element. He threw himself into the thick of the crowd at the leading hotel, and before he had been there fifteen minutes he announced loudly: “I’m a rustler, I am.” To his surprise, the landlord looked at him sharply, and said.coldly: “Is that so?”

Two or three men in the room also glared darkly at him. But he did not directly connect these demonstrations with his speech, and repeated the expression more than once that evening. In the morning, after breakfast, he lit a cigar, and was starting on a stroll, when a tall, grim-faced man drew him to one side, and then said gravely: “I understand that you are a rustler?” . “Yes,” replied tho young man, promptly. The other, regarded him for a moment with a puzzled look, and theD asked: “How long have you been in Montana?” “Three or four days. I came straight through from Vermont. ” “Oh,” said the grim-faced man, “] thought there was some mistake! My boys have been getting worked uj over your talk, but I allowed all along you were just a simple tenderfoot, and didn’t know what you were talking about.” “Why, what have I said?” asked the young man, in some alarm. “You’ve been going around saying you were a rustler.” “Well, what's the harm in that?” “The harm is in the mistake. You meant to say hustler. A rustler, young man, is a cattle-thief, and it isn’t good sense for one of them to shoot oil his mouth when there’s a hundred cowboys in town. You had better look up your dictionary before you talk in strange company.” The young man from the East said he would, and probably did there, after.- One lesson of that kind was enough.

A Walking Engine.

A New York genius has evolved a curious kind of a traction engine that has both wheels and legs. The end of the machine to which the six legs are attached is supposed to be the rear of the engine. The legs are operated by eccentrics and they work in pairs. The feet are shod with blocks of rubber to enable them to take hold of the ground. The originator of this novel species of draft animals confidently asserts that it will go astern as well as ahead, and will climb any hill less steep than a pitch rooof. ■ ■ ■ . J c ' 1 *

Arabian Women.

The life '6i the Arab woman is a weary, wretched existence, without hope or aim. She is kicked and cuffed, cursed, and otherwise maltreated if she does not instantly: obey her husband. She newer attempts to show any love for him; her dread and fear of him is very, great. The Arabs have a proverb that “woman was bound to be a slave .three times —to her father, her husband, and her son,” and this Is verified in the inh?ppy lives of these poor women.

OUR BUDGET OF FUN.

HUMOROUS SAYINGS AND DO* INQS HERB AND THERE. fok«a uia Jok*’et» that Ar* Snppo**d t* Hav* B„d K*c*ntljr Born- Saying* and Doing* that Ar* Odd, Curiou* aad Laugnabl*. Sprinkle* of Sploe. A CA3IPAIGN lie may be nailed, but caucuses are bolted. —Somerville Journal. Winds may come and winds may go, but Gloucester races go on forever. An exploded theory— l didn’t know it was loaded.—Union County Standard. In the nature of things two lovers must fall in love before they can fall out.—Dallas News. . The sculptor isn’t the kind of man that cuts no figure in the world.— Binghamton Leader. A sian’s idea of practicingeeonomy Is to preach it three times a day to his wife.—Atchison Gl6.be/ ! cherished link gone, ” said the young man who lost his cuff button.—Washington St^r.; Soft gloves are worn by pugilists to prevent hard feeling in a friendly fight.— New Orleans Picayune. Jagson says there are lots of men who start for heaven too late to get past quarantine.—Elmira Gazette. The man who is stuck on himself is one who backed his judgnjent and bet on the wrong man.—Picayune. The man who has “something which can beat Nancy Hanks” wants to trot it out. —Yonkers Statesman.

It is a queer thing that after a girl has consented to fly with a man she usually has to walk.—Christian Union. When a wife hears a dull thud on the doorstep she knows that the lodge has adjourned.—Binghamton Republican. A polite tramp: Judge—“ What is your name?” Tramp—“ Allow me to exchange cards with your Honor. ” —Texas Siftings. Father —No appetite this evening, eh? What is the matter? Late lunch? Little boy—No, sir. Early apples.—Good News. There isn’t much lifting power to your religion if it doesn’t make you " do your best to pay 100 cents on the dollar.—Ram’s Horn. They have “potato socials” jn Kansas. The name may bd from the fact that the young people go there to pare.—Texas Siftings. ' “Oh, dry up!” as autumn said to the leaf. “I’m not as green ¥ as 1 was,” replied the leaf, “so I’ll take your advice. ” —Texas Siftings. Pointing at the caudal appendage of the hand-organ monkey,/ Quibble remarked: “The tail of a wayside din.”—Boston Transcript. When the devil sees church members wrangling with one another he knows it will be safe.for him to sit down and.rest. —Ram’s Horn. “Jack told me last flight that he had given me his “Well, it*S damaged goods. He told me last week Jjhat I had broken it.”- I —Life. Th6se who would read Nature’s opekj book in meadow and woods have an extra facility at present. She is heijself. turning the leaves. —Philadelphia Eifedger. Tni flrst-is called the Index finger, but When a man takes three or so it’s an index of his opinion that the season has grown too cold for beer.— Philadelphia Times.

CoßßE'EE'bas- sold tbe right to a whisky flrnfctb :o4 rae V-new, brand after himi_ No doubt JA Will be a good liquor to make strong punches with.—Philadelphia Record. Mr. Toothandnaii.— “lcah’t imagine what we ever got married for; we’re totally different at every single point.” Mrs. Toothandnail—“Oh, you flatterer.”—Boston Courier. Son —“Pa!” Father—“ Well?” “Is a vessel “Yes.” “Pas” “What is it?” “What kinfi of a- boat is a blood-vessel?” “It’s a life boat. Now run away to bed. ” —Tid-Bits. “How did they like you in Scraggleville?” asked one actor of another. “Very much, indeed, it appeared. It was all I could do to induce the landlord to let me leave.”—Washington Star. There is a great difference between military engagements and love engagements. In one there’s a good of falling in, and in the other there’s a good deal of falling out.—Yonkers Statesman. The common impression is that there is very little poetry in matrimony. When people take out their marriage licenses-they are supposed to surrender their poetic license.— —Washington Star. “I see that O’Grogan has got him a coat of ar-r-ms since he was app’inted dep’ty sheriff.” “The dirty aristocrat! Wance he was glad enough to go out in his shirt sleeves wid the rest of us.”—Chicago News. “Yoh kain’t alias jedge a man’s achievements,” said Uncle Eben, “by de ’mount ob noise he makes erbout ’em. De cannon ain’t makin’ er soun’ now, but de bass drum am jes’ ez talkative as eber.”—Washington Star. First Country Boy —“ Your sis- j ter is pickin’ up lots o’ city manners from them summer boarders of yours. * Second Country Boy—“ Yes, indeed. She’s got to sayin’ ‘not in it’ and ‘see?’ and las’ night she let a feller kiss her in the hammock.” —Good News.

Australian Sorcery.

Among the natives of Finke River, Australia, if on? falls sick or dies they at once conclude he must have been bewitched or bitten, or hurt by the devil. At the same time they can bewitch others, the old ones and the medicine men fostering that belief. For this purpose they employ a variety of agencies as charms, including implements of wood and bone, which are thrown by the sorcerers in the direction of their enemy to make him sick or kilt' him, tufts of feathers of the emu and’eagle td give the wearers stren&fh to kill their enemies, and it ITttteimplerneDt; aboutsix inches long, of bone or wobfl, worn through the septum of the nose, by means of which the” also think they can h>y* others.