Democratic Sentinel, Volume 18, Number 10, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 23 March 1894 — Page 6

Btjr Jemocrattc Sentinel RENSSELAER. INDIANA. 1 W MoEWEN, - - - Publisher

PRIMITIVE DEVICES.

PECULIARITIES OF ANCIENT MACHINERY. Wks Water Holsts of Madagascar and the Gaageo—The Dutch Inclined Plane aad the German Flying Wheel—The Fuat Hydraulic Lift. Used in Hauling aad Lifting. I became acquainted with a man, ■ays a writer in the Globe-Democrat, who told me that he was commissioned by a large manufacturer to hunt out various primitive forms of the application of power. It became

STILL USED IN THE NETHERLANDS.

then his duty to search through all sorts of musty tomes in half a dozen languages. “And what have you found?" I said. “One of the oddest is that used on the coast of Madagascar by the natives. It consists of a long pole swung something after the fashion of the old oaken bucket. The pot goes down in the well. Now, the weight cf the pot is just equal to the weight es the beam, or.log, so that when it is filled with water it will not rise steadily. But the ingenious natives have arranged a railing on each side

GERMAN FLYING WHEEL.

of the log, and, to make the pall come up, deliberately walk backward. Ii it not Ingenious? No one but a Dutchman would ever think of hoisting a package Into a building in the curious fashion outlined here. A glance at the picture •hows how it was done. The sliding seat holds the man; when the package is to go up tbe man slides down, •nd vice versa. It was used in the Netherlands about 100 years ago. In some small towns it may still be seen. The little Dutch boys look on in wonder and, no doubt, think of the time when they, too shall ride. Ido not think that “Old Carrot Top” hit on a more odd or unique

WATER CRANES ON THE GANGES

method of application of power than that of the flying wheel, as it was called, a device used in Germany and Austria along about 1670-1700. The lads in the wheel had to be nimble ■ fellows, but, the way being long and the day likewise, they must have been very tired at nightfall. Happily this

A CHINESE DEVICE.

rode method of hoisting has now passed away. Travelers on the Ganges often tell of the strange way in which the natives hoist, buckets of water by means •f a series- of cranes. The method calls for a number of changes from one crane So another, but the labor beFtil!* shared by half a dozen people, to »ot sb Jrtresome to the individual as te the of the wheel. Still. Aaseridan engineers would doubtless

find it decidedly primitive and irksome. • » . The Chinese of the last century used an odd device to haul up their wine. It was a rope running around a shaft, which, in turn, connected, with a great wheel, upon which was* a device something like the escapement of a modern watch. By working a lever up and down the ratchet*

FIRST HYDRAULIC LIFT.

were rapidly thrown along the teeth of the wheel, and slowly the barrels' of wine came from the cellar. The earliest use of the hydraulic method is shown in the picture, and a quaint study it is. The water was forced against a paddle wheel, which, in turn, communicated its power to a rope, and this did the hoisting. For a unique screw attachment, the one here shown beats the world. It was used by the builders of the Middle Ages to carry the stones upward In raising the high walls that surrounded the cities. It was painfully slow in Its action, but at the

USED BY BUILDERS IN THE MIDDLE AGES

time was regarded as a wonderful thing. The monks of the Middle Ages had a clever scheme, simple and effective, for hoisting casks. It was the earliest form of the windlass, and for simplicity and general utility affords the best example of the early method of the intelligent use of hoisting power. Four men, or more, would man the

EARLIEST FORM OF THE WINDLASS

capstan and, like sailors in a ship, heave away until the plunder came into the castle.

Just a Few Kisses.

Some wag with plenty of time on his hands has conceived the idea of hunting through the works of all the prominent English and American authors for»the purpose of gathering all the adjectives with which they qualify the word kiss. The result of his labor is that kisses can be as follows: Cold, warm, icy, burning, chilly, cool, loving, indifferent, balsamic, fragrant, blissful, passionate, aromatic, with tears bedewed, long, soft, hasty, Intoxicating, dissembling, delicious, pious, tender, beguiling, hearty, distracted, frantic, fresh as the morning, breathing Are, divine, satanic, glad, sad, superficial, quiet, loud, fond, tricky, criminal, heavenly, execrable, devouring, ominous, fervent, parching, nervous, soulless, stupefying, slight, careless, anxious, painful, sweet, refreshing, embarrassed, shy, mute, ravishing, holy, sacred,'firm, trembling, electrifying, ecstatic, hurried, faithless, narcotic, feverish, immoderate, lascivious, libidinous, sisterly, brotherly, and paradisiacal. The task seemed interminable and he gave up at this stage.

A Great Irrigation Project.

The people of Arizona are enthusiastic over a gigantic irrigation scheme, which is hoped to enhance the attractiveness of that State. The plan is to build a big steel dam In the Grand Canyon of the Colorado River of sufficient strength to resist any pressure of summer floods, part of the water thus confined to be used to operate turbine wheels to drive pumping machinery for elevating the remainder to the plain above. The supply of water in ’the Colorado is unfailing, and many of the most extensive valleys in the Territory could be irrigated by such a system. The scheme is generally said to be entirely feasible.—Philadelphia Ledger. ———r 4—x-i-, ——— “Fbed only puts on the smokingjacket I bought him when he is sick.” “I didn’t know he was ever sick. 1 ’ “He isn’t except when be tries to smoke.”—Life’s “Sthange,” said the actor, “that the ties should seem fewer as I get nearer home’”—Plain Dealer. '■

MURDER IN AMERICA.

Queer Facta About the Crime la This Country. Some late statistics published in regard to crime in this country show some interesting and curious facts. We generally think foreigners commit most of the murders in this country but, in fact, over half the homicides committed by white people are chargeable to native Americans. The negro homicides constitute nearly one-half of all such crimes native jor foreign, and they are remarkable for cruelty and brutality. Murderers are not usually illiterate. The majority of them can read anti write, except in Jhe case of negroes, less [than half of whom can do either, and pf.the Indians only a very few have any education or even civilization at all One of the most curious facts is the large number of farmers guilty of homicide. The farmer is usually supposed to be tractable and peaceloving. Yet out of all homicides in any one year it will be found that nearly one-third of them are committed by farmers. It is even claimed by some that contact with the soil arouses a love lor blood. The professions furnish about one or two out of 100; the office-holders about one for every 200, and the fishers about one for every 300. Unskilled labor is credited with most, agriculturists come next, manufactures and mechanical industries follow, and then in eheir order of criminality come personal and house servants, railroad and steamship people, trade and commerce, mining, professional, official lumber and miscellaneous. To the everlasting honor of womanhood, be it said that out of all homicides men commit at least 96 per cent, of them and women not over 5 or 6 per cent, and of those the vast majority are by lewd and abandoned women. And of the men it is found, naturally enough, that nearly one-half of then) fire bacXglora Men are never too old to murder. The average age is found to be about 35 years, except among the Chinese, where the average is higher. Twenty per cent are under 35 and a few are over the Scriptural three score and ten. The average age of women is over 32, and that of the negroes is about 30. The figures also dispel the popular delusion that idleness is crime’s great workshop, as over three-fourths of all persons charged with homicide were employed at the time of the crime. Nor does liquor play the allimportant part usually attributed to it. Less than one fifth of all tfce homicides are found to be inveterate drinkers, while fully as large a number are found to be total abstainers. Over 90 per cent, have been found to be in good physical health, and very few have shown any striking marks of physical atavism or degeneration.

Not Blown Off by the Wind.

About a year ago the telegraphic dispatches contained an account of a wind storm in Missouri, which not only blew down houses and fences and caused great loss of life, but actually stripped the feathers from a rooster. The correspondent stated that not even the pinfeathers were left, and his description of how the cock next morning strutted forth, flapped his naked wings and crowed with a somewhat-d-isflgured-but-still-in-the-ring style caused considerable merriment. It was reasoned that a wind of such force would hare blown the fowl to Jericho, and the writer was sei down as a Munchausen. Scientific research, however, sustains the story, but ascribes the rooster’s condition to another cause. A writer in Der Stein der Weisen says: “Among the most astonishing effects of whirlwinds must be reckoned the well-supported facts that, on their cessation, birds exposed to them have been found stripped of their feathers, and people with every shred of clothing torn from them. These effects cannot possibly be ascribed to the wind. The force necessary would have sufficed to transport the objects away bodily. Numerous similar occurrences were observed in France in the tornadoes which prevailed there three years ago, and these were gradually brought under Investigation. Over the whole region affected trees were found rent in a manner which could not possibly have resulted from the wind. These were, first, oaks split down the center for a length of twenty to twenty-five feet; second, poplars and beeches for a length of six to twelve feet were shivered into sticks of uniform thickness (for example, a beech tree sixteen inches in diameter was split into more than 500 sticks a centimeter thick, two centimeters broad and thred and a half centimeters long); third, firs and other resinous trees had their stems cut 1 clean through, leaving almost surfaces. These phenomena and others of kindred nature can be ascribed only to electricity.

Mocking-Bird Music.

Mr. Theodore Roosevelt expresses the opinion that the musical reputation of the mocking-bird suffers greatly from Its habit of mimicry. On ordinary occasions, and especially in the daytime, it plays the harlequin, but at night during the love season it has “a song, or rather songs, which are not only purely original, but also moj-e beautiful than any other bird music whatsoever.” Once, near Nashville, he heard a mocking-bird sing in a way that he can never forget, He thus describes his experience: The moon was full. My host kindly Resigned me a room the windows of which opened on a great magnoliatrek, where, I was t >ld, a mockingbird sang every night, and all night long. I went to my room about ten o’clock. The moonlight was shining In through the open window, and the moCking-bird was already in the magnolia. The great elm was bathed in a flood of silver; I could see each twig, and mark every action of the singer, who was pouring forth such a rapture of bringing melody as I have never listened to before or since. Sometimes he would perch motionless for many minutes, his body quivering and thrilling with the outpour of music. Then he would drop softly from twig to twig until the lowest liubb was reached, when he would riap, fluttering and leaping through the branches, his song never ceasing fotA|j instant, until he reached the sdnkmlt of the tree and launched into

the warm, scent-laden air, floating in spirals, with outspread wings, until, as if spent, be sank gently back into tbe tree and down through the branches, while bls song rose into an ecstasy of ardor and passion. His voice rang like a clarionet In rich, full tones and his execution covered tbe widest possible compass; theme followed theme, a torrent of music, a swelling tide of harmony, in which scarcely any two bars were alike. I stayed until midnight listening to him; he was singing when I went to sleep; he was still singing when I woke up two hours later; he sang through the livelong night

OLD-FASHIONED RELATIVES.

A L'ttle and Aged Mao Inquire* if “ Willie” Can Be Seen. Relatives of the old-fashioned sort are sad disturbers of the dignity of the rising generation, especially when they trot out pet names in public, as all fond parents of tbe old-fash-ioned sort invariably insist on doing. It’s a difficult thing for a parent to realize, anyway, that his child has grown up. There is a young man in a position of great trust in one of the largest mercantile establishments of this town. He came from the country originally, but would rather have that forgotten. Yesterday a little old man entered the counting-room. He was done up in about five lengths of red-and-yellow scarf, and gave other evidences of bailing from the latitude of Johnson’s Creek or Findley’s Lake. “1$ Willie in?” he asked the clerk at the counter. “Willie? Who’s Willie?” questioned the puzzled youth. “Why, our Willie. He's clerkin’ it here, ain’t he?” The young man was about to reply that Willie was not on his visiting list, when the stately gentleman who is known to the head of the flrm as “William,” to the cashier and the principal bookkeeper as “Will,” and to the other employes as “Mr. Jones.” with the accent on the “Mister,” came forward and greeted the visitor as “father. ” But he will never again be called any name in that establishment, even by the smallest office boy, except “Willie.”—Buffalo Express.

Too Magnetic for Safety.

The story that a deviation of her compass, resulting from the presence of steel in a cork leg worn by the man at the wheel, caused the steamer Susan E. Peck to strand near Bar Point, Lake Erie, in September last, with a loss to the unaerwriters of upward of $20,000, has brought out another quite funny one. According to the narrator, on one of the trips of the fine steel steamer Castalia down Lake Huron the past season, the second mate reported to Capt. Allen that the compass had suddenly gone wrong; that the needle would swing three or four points tt, the right or left at intervals, and that because of these erratic movements it had become utterly impossible to steer a course—ln fact, he had lost track of the course of the steamer altogether. Capt Allen accompanied the mate to the pilot house and found matters just as they had been reported. Besides the man at the wheel two lady passengers were in the pilot house when Capt. Alien entered. Turning to them, after meditating for a moment, he asked if they wore steel corsets. A reply in the affirmative led to a further question as to where they had been, and this elicited the Information that tbe ladies had paid a visit to the engine room, and that while there the engineer had afforded them an opportunity to inspect the dynamo which supplied the electric lights of the steamer. “That settles it; you must get out of here!” next greeted the ears of the ladies as Capt. Allen opened the pilot house door for their exit. And while they were walking back to the cabin in a maze of suprise and astonishment at Capt Alien’s exhibition of bluff, sailor-like authority, that compass got right down to staid business again and showed the man at the wheel the way with its usual precision. It is hardly necessary to explain that the dynamo bad magnetized the steel corsets worn by the ladles, and that thus the corsets became responsible for the crazy race the needle of the compass ran as the wearers moved to and fro in the pilot house. —Milwaukee Wisconsin.

It Was the Hat.

“I never realized the truth of Shakspeare’s saying that ‘the apparel doth oft proclaim the man’ till I made my first trip to New York City,” said Editor McAdams, who prints the Chickasaw Chieftain away down in the Indian Nation, to some friends at the Ebbitt. “You see the sombrero I have on now—well, the brim is pretty wide, but not a marker to the one I wore that day on my pilgrimage up Broadway. I must have looked pretty verdant, for there were'just Seventeen sharpers that struck me between the Astor House and the Fifth Avenue Hotel. When I reached that point the thing got monotonous, and I went into a hat store and bought a derby. Then I resumed my sauntering and walked a mile, further, but never a ‘con’ man reached out his hand and with an insinuating smile pretended to know me.”—Washington Post.

Webster Was Lazy.

As a boy, Daniel Webster was not over fond of labor. On one occasion his father returned from a short journey and found certain work undone. Summoning the boys, he asked, sharply, “Ezekiel, what have you been doing?” “Nothing, sir," was the reluctant reply. “Well, Daniel, what have you been doing?” “Helping ’Zeke, sir, ” was the prompt and cheerful answer, and the father’s anger was lost in his mirth. On another occasion Danjel was put to mowing, but complained that his scythe “was not hung right.” “All right,” said his father, “hang it to suit yourself.” Thereupon Daniel hung the scythe upon a tree, remarking: “There; that is hung to suit me.” And he mowed no more that day. When an editor attempts to “feel the pulse of the people)” he is liable to neglect his own circulation.—Glens Falls Republican

OUR BUDGET OF FUN.

HUMOROUS SAYINGS ANO DO INGS HERE AND THERE. Jokes and Jokeleu that Are Supposed to Hare Been Recently Born—Sayings and Doings that Are Odd, Cortona, and Laughable—The Week’s Humor. Let Co AU Laugh. A reliable safety coupler—the minister.—Lowell Courier. To enjoy a warm spring sit on a hot flat-iron placed on*a cbaraby yonr wife—Siftings. Teacher—“ Willie, what is memory?" Willie—“ The thing you forget with.”—Vogue. “I always did enjoy an Intellectual feast. ” said the cannibal as he ate the Yale man.—Life. The man who is waiting for his ship to come in usually finds It a tug. —Yonkers Statesman. The surgeon may be very sedate, but he is a great hand to cut up— Glens Falls Republican. Are the members of the college Pl Eta society particularly partial to pastry?—Lowell Courier. Many a man who would like to reform the world has a front gate that wont stay shut.—Ram’s Horn. “There Is a time for everything” when the boarding-house cook makes hash.—Binghamton Republican. It is said peace efforts are on foot n Honduras. Statesmen may be laving their corns cut.—Picayune. When a man past 50 hasn't had any bad luck for three days he begins to quake and tremble.—Atchison Globe. The man didn’t know how it sounded when he said: “I’ll believe there’s a hell when I see it”—Plaindealer. “You can’t eat your dinner and have it, too,” said the sympathetic steward to the seasick passenger.— Siftings. The widower about to remarry is the most unselfish of mortals. He seldom thinks of number one.—Albany Press. After a man passes 40 he can help his children most by saving up money to care for himself in his old age.— Atchison Globe. Grammar Teacher—“ln the sentence ‘Where am I at?’ what is ‘at?’ ” Scholar—“A superfluity, miss.”—Detroit Free Press.

Patient—“ Can you draw a tooth, Doctor?” Dentist—“ Well, I should say so. I’m a perfect artist in that line.”—Exchange. Pbima Donna—“l sing only English words.” Manager “Never mind. No one will need to know it" —Detroit Tribune. It was a Manitoba high-school boy who said there were four zones—frigid, torrid, temperate and intemperate.—Lynn Item. “The hard times make very little difference to me,” remarked a lime dealer; “my business is always slack.” —Philadelphia Record. “ Tommy—Paw, what is a braggart? Mr. Figg—He is a man who is not afraid to tell his real opinion of himself.—lndianapolis Journal. Poeticus (breathlessly) —“I have just dashed off these few lines and ” Editor—“ Well, er, suppose you dash off yourself.” Boston Courier. “Say, pa,” asked Freddy, “why is it that when you or Uncle George tell a story you always get laughed at and when I tell one I get a lickin’?”— Buffalo Courier. First Beggar “Yesterday I extended my business enormously.” Second Ditto—“ln what way?” First Ditto—“l broke one of my ribs.”— Lustige Blaetter. DozeleigHt—Why do you Insist upon the new pastor being a fat man? Deacon Broadaisle—Because fat men are generally short-winded.—Will-iamsport Review. “Idleness covers a man with nakedness,” was the profound observation of a gentleman in the Crown Lands Department, noted for his flowery eloquence.—Grip. “Did the publishers accept the novel of hers in which the heroine kills her husband by slow poison?” “No. They advised her to adopt prussic acid and make it a short story.”—Puck.

“I shall be glad when I get big enough to wash my own face," muttered little Johnny after his mamma had got through with him; “then I won’t wash It.” —Boston Transcript. “I am very much afraid,” said the good old parson as he was admonishing his flock, ‘-that unless you mend your ways some of you, when Gabriel blows his trumpet, will come out at the little end of the horn.—Rochester Democrat. Little Ethel—What Is these anarchist people talkin’ anout? Little Johnny—Why,they wants everything everybody else has got an’ they never wash theirselves. Little Ethel—Oh, I see. They is little boys growed up. —Good News. “Papa,” said little Isaac, “vot is vun hundredt per zent?” “It depends on zirgumstances,” replied Rlngsheimer. “Vun hundredt per zent Is small profit, but a larch undt oudtraichus seddlement ohs your debts. ” —Harlem Life. Kitty—Tom is down South this winter, and he has just sent me the loveliest little alligator you ever saw. Ada —How are you going to keep him? Kitty—l don’t know; but I’ve put it in Florida water until I hear from Tom. ” —Life. Jackson You’d better go and make it up with Dobson, If you care anything for his friendship. Jenkins —What have I ever done to Dobson? Jackson —Why you called him “Mister!” Dobson is captain in a Brooklyh militia regiment.—Puck.

United States Secret Codes.

' The secret codes used by the United States state department are the most carefully guarded of all the nation’s secrets. One of them is called the .“sphinx”—it is so guarded. The “sphinx" was devised by a NewYorker now in the state depaitment, and is as susceptible to changes as the combination lock of a safe. Hundreds of messages have been sent by it, and it has never leaked.

“LICKED” TOM REED.

How Billie Crowell Whipped the “Csai-" fa* College Day*. There was a man in Bowdoin College who once “licked” Tom Reed! That is the very word to use—licked.” If he were alive to-day he

BI LLIE CROWELL.

Reed’s. A. W. Bradbury, in aSt Louis paper, says concerning Tom and Billie: “One day, I remember, Tom was leaving his room, when he met Crowell just outside the door. I do not know what passed between them; at any rate, Crowell was a sturdy, athletic chap, handy with his 3sts, and—biff! he suddenly let out a tight-hander which made Tom stag-, yer. The row continued for some time, and Tom was fully and finally licked. Remember the incident? Well, I guess Tom does!”

They Loved Well.

The strangest test of will power and endurance ever made was in Mexico, the characters being a Mexican woman and an American man. They were lovers, and the girl’s parents refused their consent to the union, insisting that she should marry a wealthy Mexican suitor. At the suggestion of the girl they agreed to die together, and to test the strength and endurance of each other’s love they choose a means of suicide unlike any ever dreamed of before. Food and fruit were placed on a table in the center of a room, occupied by both, the girl having escaped from her home, but being unwilling to elope with her lover. It was agreed that they should starve to death with plenty before them, and should either succumb to nature and partake of the food—then both were, released from the bond of death—but there should be an everlasting separation. For twelve days they endured the pangs of hunger without a murmur or a thought of wavering from their purpose to die together. The twelfth day the father of the girl. discovered her whereabouts, and, breaking the door, they were carried out, too faint to stand alone. It took them several days to recover their strength, and when they did they were married. This is a true statement, and the American is living with his Mexican wife to-day.

A Lookingglass for the Canary.

The following interesting story of how a canary was cured of homesickness was told by W. G. Evans: “Not long go my wife purchased a canary at a bird store. It had been accustomed to companions of its kind at the store, but at our house it was entirely alone. The pretty little songster was evidently homesick. It would not sing, it would not eat, but just drooped and seemed to be pining away. We talked to it, and tried by every means in our power to cheer the bird up, but all in vain. My wife was on the point of carrying the bird back to the stqre when one day a friend said: ‘Give him a piece of lockingglass.’ Acting on this suggestion, she tied a piece of broken mirror about the size of a man’s hand on the outside of the cage. The little fellow hopped down from his perch almost immediately, and, going up close, looked in, seeming delighted. He chirped and hopped about, singing all the pretty airs he was master of. He spends most of his time before the glass, and when he goes to sleep at night he will cuddle down as close to the glass as he can, thinking, very likely, that he is getting nearer to the pretty bird he sees so often. ” St. Louis Globe-Democrat.

A Biographical Note Illustrated.

“Even as a child, Judson Warring, ton was conspicuous at school for his scholarship. He stood high among his classmates, and at their meetings was often called to the chair. ”—Harper’s Bazar.

Joked at a Menace.

During the year 1883, threatening letters were sent to many public men in England. Among others, Lord Salisbury received a letter from the Chief Constable of Hertfordshire, informing him that his life and that of the late Mr. Smith, First Lord of the Admiralty, were to be attempted the following Monday. This letter Lord Salisbury sent to Mr. Smith, with the accompanying grimly comical little note: “My Dear Smith: The inclosed may interest you. I am afraid I am, in point of superficies, the biggest mark of the two. —Salisbury. ”

Clothes the Source of Disease.

A Russian scientist has traced all of a man’s diseases to the fact that he wears clothes.

SOLSVILLE MIRACLE.

RESTORATION OF PHILANDER HYDE FROM PARALYSIS. Helplem and Bed-Rfdden-Hl* Recovery from ThH Pitiable Condltlon-A Remarkable Narrative. [From the Syracuse Standard.] During the past few months there have appeared in the columns of the Standard the particulars of a number of cures so remarkable as to justify the term miraculous. These eases were investigated and vouched for by tne Albany Journal, the Detroit News, Albany Fxpiess, and other papers whose reputation is a guarantee that the facts were as stated. Different schools of medicine and some of the brightest lights in the pro es don had treated these cases, unsuccess.ully; and. tueir recovery later on, therefore, and its means, have created a profound sensation throughout the country. The Standard has published the above accounts for what tooy were worth, and are happily able to supplement same to-day by an equally striking case near home. The case is over in Madison County, at Solsville, and the subject is Mr. Dinlander Hyde, who told the reporter the lollowing; “I will be 70 in September. I was born in Brook field. Madison County, where all my life was spent until recently, wuea, becoming helpless, I came to live with my daughter here. My life occupation has been that of a farmer. I was always well and rugged until two years ago last winter, when I had the grip. When it left me I had a sensation of numbness in my legs, which gradually grew to be stiff at tne joint and very painful I felt the stiffness in my feet first, and the pain and the stiffness extended to my knees and to my hip joints, and to the bowels and stomach, and prevented digestion. To move the bowels I was compelled to take great quantities of castor oil. “While I was in this condition, cold feelings would begin in my feet and streak up my legs to my back and would follow the whole length of my back bone. I could not sleep, I had no appetite, I became helpless. When in this condition I was treated by a number of prominent physicians. They did me no good. I toon became perfectly helpless and lost all power of tnotion even in my bed. ” “The physicians consulted pronounced father s case creeping paralysis,” said Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, “and when we brought him home he had to be carried all the way in a bed. The doctors said they could only relieve the pain, and for the purpose he took a pint of whisky a day for three months, and morpnine in great quantities. When he began taking Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale People we stopped giving him morphine or any other medicine, and cut off all stimulants. In ten days after father began taking the pills, he could get out of bed and walk without assistance, and has continued to improve until now he walks about the house and the streets by the aid of a cane only.” “Yei,” said Mr. Hyde, “and the pain has gone out of my back and the numbness out of my legs. I have no more chills, my digestion is good, and I have an excellent appetite. ” And then, after a pause, “But, ah, me, 1 am an old man; I have seen my best days, and cannot hope to recover my old vigor as a younger man might, but I am so thankiul to have the use of my limbs and to be relieved of those dreadful pains. ’’ Others in Solsville are taking Pink Pills, notably the mother of Abel Curtis, who is using them with satisfactory effect for rheumatism, and Mrs. Lippitt, wife of ex-Senator Lippitt, is using them with much benefit for nervous debility. Dr. Williams Pink Pills for Pale People contain in a condensed form all the elements necessary to give new life and richness to the blood and restore shattered nerves. They are an unfailing specific for such diseases as locomotor ataxia, partial paralysis, St Vitus’ dance, neuralgia, rheumatism, nervous headache, the after effects of la grippe, palpitation of the heart, and that tired feeling resulting from nervous prostration; all diseases resulting from vitiated humors in tne blood, such as scrofula, chronio erysipelas, etc. They are also a specific for troubles peculiar to females, such as suppressions, irregularities and all forms of weakness. In men they effect a radical cure in all cases arising from mental worry, overwork or excesses of whatever nature. These Pills are manufactured by the Dr. Williams' Medicine Company, Schnectady, N. Y., and are sold only in boxes bearing the firm's trade-mark and wrapper at 50 cents a box, or six boxes for $2.50, and are never sold in bulk or by the dozen or hundred.

could boast of something that would make him p r e - e m i n ent William Crowell, or, as the boys called him. “Biltlle" Crowell, was k a great, tall, .lanky student, ‘with shocky blonde hair, a close friend of

The French couturieres are somewhat in advance of the American dressmaker in making aluminum perform its duty in the modern gown. They place in the bottom of the skirt, about two inches above the hem, a hoop oi that metal, perfectly supple, and, of course, extremely light. It is concealed by a ribbon matching the color of the lining to the dress. It is the best material made up in this manner to use for the purpose of making the skirt hang well and gracefully, and its adoption is a tribute to the shrewdness of the foreign dressmaker, —New York Advertiser.

A few days ago Mr. Cole Nall was asked by a big farmer in this county to go out and buy his cotton, which he had not sold for three years. Mr, Nall went out, weighed and classified the cotton, which amounted to $14,000. Mr. Nall was about to write a check for that amount when the farmer said he would not accept anything but fivedollar gold pieces. Mr. Nall went to the New South Savings Bank and got 2,800 five-dollar pieces and carried them to him, whereupon the farmer got out a jug and counted them into it for burial purposes.—Barnesville (Ga.) Journal.

The growing fashion of naming private residences calls to mind the story told by Kirk Munroe of a witty woman who lived in an old-fashioned, quiet New England town. She wrote a note in response to an invitation to tea, dated at “The Elms,” or some such name, newly given by newcomers to the old homestead they had just acquired, and dated her reply from “The Rhubarbs.” “For," as she said, “it would never do not to call our place by some distinctive name, and there’s more rhubarb than anything else in our back yard.”—lndependent.

There is a singular story told of the year’s production of pictures by the artists of Paris, doubtless by way of satire of the way in which certain painters pull the wool over the eves of the public. .. ' One artist, It is said, has covered a canvas with nothing whatever but a thick cloud of black paint, in which nothing whatever is distinguishable, and he proposes to exhibit the canvas under this title: “Night attack of negroes on our black troops in Dahomey?

Aluminum Used in Dressmaking.

Demanded Gold for His Cotton.

The Rhubarbs.

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