Democratic Sentinel, Volume 22, Number 24, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 June 1898 — Page 3

AMERICA'S FIRST TROTTER.

He Was Imported from' England in the Year 1788. “One reason,” remarked the Colonel to a company of interested listeners, “that we raise better horses In Kentucky than are raised anywhere else on earth is that we not only hare the water that makes bone because of the lime that is in it, and the finest grass in the world, but we have all over the Blue Grass region, where the great horses come from, an elevation of a thousand feet and more above the sea, which gives just the right kind of air for a horse to breathe to become the right kind of a horse. Did you ever hear of a really great horse bred and born at sea level? “And speaking of horses,” continued the Colonel, “how many of you know when the first trotting horses—that’s the kind I take to market—made their appearance in this country*, or in any country for that matter? Of course, there have always been trotting horses, for that is the animal’s natural gait, but I mean trained trotting horses. Well, the father of trotting horses in the United States, and generally, for the trotting horse may be said to have originated in the United States, was Messenger, a thoroughbred, imported from England in 1788, at the age of 8 years, and for twenty years thereafter at the stud in the neighborhood of Philadelphia and New York. “He was a great horse with a long pedigree, which included some of the best English strains as well as Arabian, from which he probably took his color. He had a numerous progeny by thoroughbreds and cold-bloods, and almost Invariably these latter produced horses which showed the same trotting quality. It took some time, however, for the trotter to get off the road and divide turf attraction with the thoroughbred, but it was bound to come, and in the year 1818, ten years after Messenger’s death; the first public trotting race of which there is any record In the United States took place, when the gray gelding Boston Blue was matched to trot a mile in three minutes, a feat deemed at that time to be impossible. All the same, the gelding went the mile In less than three, though what the figures were nobody knows, as records were not kept then as they are now.”—Washington Star.

Sailors and Their Grievances.

The grievances of sailors examined by the authorities in ports of entry are’ often greatly exaggerated. Violence is always objectionable, and pointedly so, when exerted upon an unfortunate liver, stomach or bowels by dosing with purgatives which weaken the intestines. Use Hostetter’s Stomach Bitters.

An Easy Victory.

“Ah,” the fond mother sighed, “you say you love my daughter now, but will you love her when she is old?”* Steadily looking her in the eyes he replied: “She will 'never get old. Any one can see at a glance that she takes after you.”—Chicago News.

Coughing Leads to Consumption.

Kemp’s Balsam will stop the cough at once. Go to your druggist to-day and get a sample bottle free. Sold in 25 and 50 cent bottles. Go at once; delays are dangerous.

Woman’s Way.

He was telling her the latest scandal. “Stop!” she cried, just as he reached the end of the story, “I won’t listen to another word.”—New York Evening Journal. Hall’s Catarrh Cure. Is a constitutional cure. Price 76 cents. The Suez canal is 88 miles long, and reduces the distance from England to India nearly 4,000 miles for ships. I shall recommend Piso’s Cure for Consumption far and wide.—Mrs. Mulligan, Plumstead, Kent, England, Nov. 8, 1895. If men are always judged by their company it’s pretty rough on some men who are alone.

Purified Blood Was Weak and Nervous but Hood’s Made Him Healthy and Strong. “I was feeling very dull and could not sleep at night. After I had taken two bottles of Hood’s Sarsaparilla I felt more like myself and was soon healthy and strong. Hood’s Sarsaparilla purified my blood and did me much good.” Roy M. Dale, Hammond, Minn. Hood’s Sarsaparilla Is America’s Greatest Medicine. 11; six for 85. Hocd’s Pills cure indigestion, biliousness. Established 1780. I Baker’s | I Chocolate, | & , T & /J celebrated for more 3* than a century as a i£> delicious, nutritious, 'x? flesh-forming beverage, has dur well-known ’3’ f’* a MB ffl IYellow Label $ £> M BtsM on f ront every £* Fl WUIR package, and ou f S 0* I tr ade-mark,“Laßelle tgi & HI Chocolatiere,”onthe rar § A NONE OTHER GENUINE. & £ MADE ONLY BY § WALTER BAKER & CO. Ltd„ g A «r>.Radw«y’i Jm yew Ready S R«iwf Hiß \ //r ‘ J VffjL iWJ It Is the only 7/r pain rbmIJL thatinni ZlMbtanUy stops moat Jti&l-X excruciating pdns, allays rj- -—"I A Q infiamma- ■ tion, and 1 n Mr n - ” Internally fut In water will in g fewminutescure Cramps, Spasms. Sour Stomach, Heart burn, fflckHeadacho. Diarrhoea, Summer Complaint, Dysentery, Colic, Flatulency and all internal pain®. There b not a rqttsedW agent In the worldthat will mite fever and ague and all other malarious, bilious and other fevers (aided by rata*** “ RiD - Price js eentaper bottle. Sold by Druggists. JBADWAY A CO., Now York. |*ohjlON^PA T ENTB, CLAIMS; I s ns. aTtast w, WMjudioatlM ritlas, sttr. sfaMs

THE ILLS OF WOMEN

And How Mrs. Pinkham Helps Overcome Them. Mrs. Mart Boiximgbr, 1101 Marianas St., Chicago, HL, to Mrs. Pinkham: “ I have been troubled for the past two years with falling of the womb* leucorrhoea, pains over my body, sick headaches, backache, nervousness and weakness. I trUd doctors and various remedies without relief. After taking two bottles of your Vegetable Compound, the relief I obtained was truly wonderful. I have now taken several more bottles of your famous medieine, and can say that I am entirely cured.” ' Mrs. Hekby Dorr, No. 806 Findley St., Cincinnati, Ohio* to Mrs. Pinkham: “For a long time I suffered with chronic inflammation of the womb, pain in abdomen and bearing-down feeling. Was very nervous at times, and so weak I was hardly able to do anything. Was subject to headaches, also troubled with leucorrhoea. After doctoring for many months with different physicians, and gettingno relief, I had given up all hope of being well again when I read of the great good Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound was doing. I decided immediately to give it a trial. The result was simply past belief. After taking four bottles of Vegetable Compound and using three packages of Sanative Wash I can say I feel like a new woman. I deem it my duty to announce the fact to my fellow sufferers that Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable remedies have entirely cured me of all my pains and suffering. I have her alone to thank for my recovery, for which I cm gratefuL May heaven bless her for the good work she is doing for our sex.**

Assumption Corrected.

The traveling American must expect to be “taken down” occasionally in the Old World, when his love for his own country leads him, after the manner of all patriotic travelers, to vaunt It a little. An amusing instance of this kind is related by a correspondent of the New York Evening Post, writing of a vlsl4 to Greyfriars’ churchyard at Edinburgh. The sexton was a man of Aberdeenshire, and took pleasure In showing the visitor the grave of Duncan Ban Maclntyre, a Gaelic poet, and'ln interpreting the Gaelic inscription on it, as if it were the chief glory of his charge. His heart was in the Highlands, plainly. The visitor had been at Greyfriars’ before, and said to the sexton, as the old man pocketed his fee: “I have seen your Highlands since I was here last.” “Oh!” said he, with inimitable Highland inflection. “And had ye never bene there before?” “No. I have never been in Scotland before. I live in America.” “Oh! ’Tis a graund country that.” “America? It is, indeed!” The old man looked up in utter surprise. “Nay, nay,” he said, impatiently, “the Hielands! A graund country!”

The Banker's Adventure.

A Marwarl banker of elephantine build, while coming from the station to Anarkali, Lahore, stood up in his sec-ond-class garl near the Shahalmi Gate to adjust his dhoti. No sooner he war on his feet, to his horror, the bottom of the conveyance gave way! With his well-known presence of minid he realized the situation even as he fell, and began running for dear life, in spite of being badly shaken. The drunken Jehu would not hear his shouts to stop. At last, near the tram-way-stand, some one saw his legs working with marvelous rapidity under the conveyance, and gave ' the alarm. The cabby had the Impudence to demand his full fare, and was get* ting noisy and abusive, when a pro posal was made by some bystanders te give him a plunge bath in the adjoining canal, and the fellow then hastily drove off.—Lahore Tribune.

The Retort Ready.

A bustling agent for a patent churn invaded the office of a busy merchant one day and proceeded to deliver his lecture. “One moment, please,” said the merchant. “May I ask to whom I am Indebted for this visit?” The caller produced his card. It contained the Inscription: “Barton Zebulon Day, Agent for Cosmopolitan Novelty Company.” The man of business studied the card a moment. Then he looked up. “I am honored by your call, Mr. Barton Zebulon Day,” he said, with a genial smile, “but this Is also my B. Z. Day. Good day!”

Try Allan’s Foot-Ease,

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Irresistible.

“And so that’s George Ridgeley’s wife? I’m surprised. I shouldn’t think such a woman as she would have any attractions for him.” “That’s because you don’t know it all. She bag a hundred thousand big, round attractions for him, and all well Invested.”—Chicago News.

He Isn’t Afraid.

“I see you haven’t offered to sell your yacht to the Government.” “No, 1 don’t think yachting on the lakes will be any more dangerous this summer than it has been heretofore. The Spaniards can’t get their boats through the canals.”

There Is a Class of People

Who are injured by the use of coffee. Recently there has been placed in all the grocery stores a new preparation called GRAIN-0, made of pure grains, that takes the place of coffee. The most delicate stomach receives tt without distress, and but few can tell it from coffee. It does not cost over one-fourth as much. Children may drink it with great benefit. 15c. and 25c. per package. Try it. Ask for GRAIN-0.

His First Duty.

Mrs. Spurgeon—Well, John, aren’t you ever going to give anybody else a chance to look at the paper? What’s the latest war news, anyway? Mr. Spurgeon—l don’t know. I have not finished reading the account of the ball game yet.

Now, Girls, Stop It!

Alice—Mamma, says there ds no man In the world who is good enough for Winnie— Ob, well, of course, a poor excuse Is better than none.

A Sense of Propriety.

“Is your husband a devout churchman, Mrs. Noodletop?”"Yes; be Dever even tells a joke on Sunday unless It 1$ on clergy.”— QWaioßwM

PAYING THE PENALTY

Chapter xvi.-ccontinued.) "But this young man you desire to confer with, Mr. Sellars?” “Right here let me say, ‘Do not become familiar with the nah|e Sellars; it might fall from your lips at a time when it would thwart my purposes. I shall soon assume the role of John Thorn.” “I"shall address you as tlwit gentleman. But tins young man?” “Is the cashier of your father’s bank, Lawrence Terry. I think Dr. Strong informed me that your elder sister is his intended wife.” “Very probably. This marriage will take place the first of September. On the same day, I suppose, my father will lead his brother’s widow to the altar.” “You ‘suppose!’ It seems that the idea of the union is not agreeable to you.” “I hardly know why I referred to it, but to tell the truth, it is not. Surely, Elinor Kellogg is but an aunt by marriage. She was very attentive to my mother in her fatal illness. By night and day she was at Janette’s side. But somehow lam not pleased at the prospective union.” “Humph! And your sisters?” “I think they are not.” “We will take the cashier into our confidence. Will you accompany him here at seven this evening? Caution him as I have you.” “You may expect us.” After some further conversation, the young man left the hotel and as he walked northward thus communed with himself: “Intuitions?! ' That man has eyes calculated to read one’s soul. I fail to" understand why he should wish father kept in ignorance of his movements; but no one could fathom his motives.” After Robert had taken his departure, Sellars lighted his favorite pipe and thus mused: “The countenance of that young man is as open as day. I can trust him. Through him I will be able to inspect the contents of the three trunks that constituted the baggage of Elinor Kellogg on her trip from Wilmington. Much time has elapsed, but there may be papers, letters, photographs, phials with labels, or something that will enable me to take up that back trail. Possibly something that will help determine as to how tenderly the widow was administering to Janette.

“Consult your father? Oh, no, my boy. Lovers, young or old, are blind—blind as bats. Stephen Kellogg would upset all of my plans and marry the woman who, if Dr. Strong is right, murdered his brother, perhaps his wife, and brought one daughter to the brink of the grave. “I can devote little time to the robbery case until I have fathomed this more important matter. I must visit the banker’s residence. To Robert it must'appear that it is with a view to ascertaining something that will aid me in regard to the robbery case. What could I be supposed to learn there? I have it!” And the right hand of the detective descended to the surface of the table before him with a startling force. “I wish,” he resumed, "that Dr. Strong could have remained longer in the city. He failed to find a thing criminating—not a phial even. Well, I have promised to leave no stone unturned; nor shall I.” A half hour later, John Thorn of Georgia descended the stairs. He was au elderly looking man with a full, irongray beard, dark gray hair, and considerably stooped at the shoulders. His suit was dark gray. He wore a frock coat, carried a heavy cane, and the luster of his piercing eyes was lost behind a pair of green tinted spectacles. He had the appearance of being a substantial old farmer of the Southern dime—one, perhaps, retired from business; and as he leisurely made his way up the street, one would little have dreamed that he was the noted Southern detective. So great, indeed, was the change in his appearance, that when, at the stated time, he opened the door of his room to .the summons of Robert, that young man remarked: “I beg your pardon, sir; I fear I have made a mistake.” “Not a bit of it,” responded the stranger. “I have but just returned from an inspection of your city and have not had time to divest myself of the apparel of John Thorn.” Robert uttered an exclamation of amazement, but soon recovering himself, presented the cashier. “Pray be seated,” said Mr. Thorn. And turning to a bureau, in a trice, spectacles, flowing beard and gray hair were deposited in one of its drawers, and Sellars the detective, smilingly seated himself by the side of the young men. The conversation that followed merely brought from the lips of Lawrence Terry facts already known to the reader. The cashier stated again what parties were in the bank at the time the money package was made up and their location in that institution. “Not a bill in the package would I be able to identify,” he said, “for the reason that not of one had I kept a record of the number. Of the banks of issue I can furnish you a complete list. I furnished a list to Inspector Hunt of our city, but I think it did not aid him.” “Have any private detectives taken up the ease?” asked Sellars. “Oh, a number, I presume. The last one I have a knowledge of was”—and here Terry gave an account of the Incident relating to the gentleman in blue, fully describing him, but stating that he had not appeared at the bank since leaving it on that occasion. The detective questioned him and requestioned him in regard to the appearance of this man, until he was satisfied that of him he could learn no more. “Very much of the build and appearance of the teller,” he said; “wore glasses, smooth face, seemed hardly as dark-com-plexioned as Earl, questioned you as to whether you had a record of the bill numbers. Humph! Another man after the ten thousand reward, I suppose. W’ell, I am extremely obliged to you for calling, and for to night I will detain you no longer. However, I wish to arrange a little matter with my young friend here. You understand, I think, that you two alone are in my confidence. Much more depends on your discretion than I now divulge. Please, not a word of this interview, or of a knowledge that you ever heard of such an individual as he who is seated before you.” “You may rely on me,” said Terry; “and Itnist you may succeed in your mission.” A moment later and Sellars and Robert were the sole occupants of the room. A consultation of a half hour’s duration followed, after which Robert proceeded homeward. “Strange are the methods employed by detectives,” be mused. “And especially so, I fancy, are those of Lang Sellars. I can see nothing to be gained by the step proposed. He will never fathom the case if he proceeds in that manner. Oh, well, I am pledged. There will be no harm done; but it is a sure loss of time.” The musings of the detective were of a somewhat different nature. His features wore an expression of extreme satisfaction as he sat, the sole occupant of his room. “The initial step gained,” he thought. “A ready opening to the solution of a crime, or crimes, that may place the halter about a neck now probably encircled by a corflhstnunl, ij slkeii cord, or ft gutterUm fiecklacfli” '

CHAPTER XVII. At 2 p. m. on the twentieth of July two men entered the gate leading to the banker’s residence. “You are quite sure, Robert,” said the elder man, as they passed up the walk, “that the madam is not at home?” “Quite certain, Mr. Thorn. Each day since my sisters’ departure she has been absent from the house for the greater part of the afternoon. She will bardly return before four o’clock.” “The intervening time wHI be ample. In what direction does the widow take her drives?” “Oh, she does not always take the carriage. She sometimes prefers, to walk, as she has to-day. She often goes northward through the park. She finds it lonely in the house at this time, I presume.” Robert unlocked the outer door, and the two men were soon on the second floor. “This room,” said the young man, as he paused before an open door, "is occupied by Earl. Opposite are the apartments of his mother. I see she htus left the door ajar. Here,” he continued, throwing open a door, “are the rooms formerly occupied by my sisters. On this 1 side,” pointing toward the street, “are the rooms to which my mother was so long Confined. They have not been occupied since her death. These roams opposite, lam the tenant ot.” “Then right here, Robert,” said Mr. Thorn as the two men entered the apartments, “I will divest myself for the time being of some of the articles of make-up of John Thorn. On account of the heat, I find them quite oppressive, and if I am interrupted I can seek refuge here.” “While you are conducting your investigations,” the young man said, “I will be on guard against surprises. I think it impossible that you find anything beneath this roof that will aid you.” “Time will tell,” said John Thom. And a moment later it was Sellars that entered the apaj-tmenta of the widow. “Door ajar. Bureau drawers unlocked', closet door open; everything open to inspection,” mused the detective. “But where are the trunks? They are not in the,closet. Ah, here! This door will lead to them. It is locked. Right here evidences of the widow’s precautions begin to be made manifest.” In a moment Sellars produced a bunch of skeleton keys, and in another the door swung open. “As I expected. The madam’s dressing room. And here are one, two, three trunks. This largest one—ah, it opens readily. Why, there is nothing here but winter wearing apparel and ladies’ gowns. This one, what? The lid raises as readily as did the first. Why, it is half empty. Let me see. I must use caution naw. These things must be removed with care. But I hardly think I will find anything that will repay me for the trouble. More wearing apparel, books, odds and ends, more books, letters, but the postmark shows them of a too recent date. This package all addressed to Elinor Kellogg. Here is another —yes, and addressed to Bttnor Newberry. I will glance at some them. And the detective seated himself beside the ppen trunk.

“There is nothing here,” he remarked at the expiration of half an hour; and he replaced with great care the articles he had removed and closed the trunk. “Now this last one. Why, it has seen more travel and is older than either of the others, I am mistaken. Brass-bound and heavy. It has the appearance of having been made to withstand hard usage. Ah, the catches sprung forward —the trunk locked! This is the receptacle that I must study.” Another bunch of’ keys was produced, but it was no easy matter to obtain a glimpse of the interior of number three. It was some minutes before Sellars was able to raise the lid, but at last he did so. A sheet, carefully folded, covered the contents of the trunk. It was speedily removed. Beneath it was spread a shawl of variegated colors. It must once have been very handsome, but was now somewhat faded, Sellars removed the shawl, and a low whistle escaped his lips. A moment more and he was on his knees at the side of the trunk. “I expected something here,” he said in a low tone; “but this—this is beyond my comprehension.” Carefully the detective began the unpacking of the trunk. “The farther I progress the more mystified I become,” he presently remarked in an undertone. “What is this? An old album. I must examine the contents. “By the powers!” That expression was the nearest to an oath that Sellars ever approached, and when it fell from his lips it evidenced that he had encountered something unexpected, ar that his active brain had suddenly grasped some new and important feature in the case he had in hand. Page by page he turned over the pages of the old album, scanning the features of each human semblance. Presently he held the album steadfast and gazed earnestly at one photograph. “A clew that will reach beyond the broken trail,” he mused, as he removed and placed it in his pocket. “Ah, another, but different. What, another yet?”' Four samples of the work of photography now rested in his pocket. Suddenly he exclaimed: “What is this? One with face reversed. Ah, taken in Richmond. They say at home that a reversed photograph in an album indicates a breach in friendship. I will look at this one,” and the detective withdrew it. An exclamation of surprise fell from his lips. The photograph joined the others in his pocket and the album was soon closed. More articles were removed, and presently, in one end of the trunk, appeared a package wrapped carefully in what was evidently once a silk dress skirt. “I will investigate.” And soon many smaller packages were found to make up this one. The detective carefully examined them one by one. “This is no surprise,” he muttered. “I knew of her penchant in that direction. It cost her something. Ah, here is another package.” This one the defective opened. In one instant he was on his feet, and for once in his life Lang Sellars, the Southern detective, trembled with excitement. Carefully he examined the contents of this package, then as carefully replaced it in the trunk. “Ah, the bundle of letters—what is thia they are wrapped in? Oh, I will lay that aside. The letters—why, they are addressed to neither Elinor Kellogg nor Elinor Newberry—to—yes, many of them are in the same handwriting. They were mailed from different localities and addressed to different cities. I will take a few of these along. What is this so carefully laid away? A well-bound volume. Ah, ha! A treatise on vegetable and mineral poisons! This grows interesting. “Here is another hidden mystery, perhaps. Why, it is heavy.” The detective brought to view and placed on a chair beside him a nearly square package and removing the flannel covering, an ebony box in dimensions some twelve by twenty-four inches, was revealed. “At last!” exclaimed Sellars. “At last! Within this casket lie the hidden agents of perhaps more crimes than Dr. Strong even dreams of. Now to open it. The key is never from the widow’s posses-’ sion. Can I? Let me try. I have forty of these small ones.” In ten minutes the casket lid was raised. “Merciful God!” exclaimed a startled man. “Lined with velvet, studded with jewels, filled with death! There are fifty phials if there is one, and each in its tiny pocket. f • ■< • “This ope, prussic acid—instant death! This next one, acconite. then digatalis, chloroform, arsenic, utryclndue, bitter nl-

They are all there. Yea, and Imm M* boxes containing powders. Lord, Lomi Elinor Kellogg, you are standing right now in the shadow of the gallows!” Sellars closed the lid, locked the box and carefully restored it to its position. "Here is an envelope filled with newspaper clippings. That may prove of service. Ah, here is some more of those articles that were never utilized. I will take a few of those. Now to replace everything as I found it The madam will hardly examine the album or these packages soon. The contents of her deathdealing casket I have not disturbed. I may be taking chances in regard to that— I hardly think so. But I have no time to lose.” The trunk was repacked with the greatest caution, locked, the brass catches sprung forward, and Sellars turned from the room, securing the door behind him. He passed into the hall, leaving the door of the outer apartment ajar. “I will take a glance at Eari’a sanctum,” he said. He found the young man’s trunk easy to gain access to, but contented himself with securing therefrom merely one photograph, which he removed from an envelope containing several others. The photograph was of the teller of the Great Western Bank. • (To be continued.)

WOMEN'S CLUBS.

They Have Done .Much to Boise the Average Standard of Intelliarence. In the Century there is the first of a series of articles on “Club and Salon,” by Mrs. Amelia Gere Mason,'author of “Women of the French Salon.” Mrs. Mason says: Of women’s clubs there Is literally no end, and they are yet in their vigorous youth. We have literary clubs, and art clubs, and musical clubs; clubs for science, and clubs for philanthropy; parliamentary clubs, and suffrage clubs, and anti-suffrage clubs—clubs of every variety and every grade, from the luncheon club, with its dilettante menu, and the more pretentious chartered club, that alms at mastering a scheme of the world, to the simple workinggirls’ club, which is content with something less; and all in the sacred name of culture. They multiply, federate, hold conventions, organize congresses, and really form a vast educational system that is fast changing old ideals and opening possibilities of which no prophetic eye can see the end. That they have marvelously raised the average standard of intelligence cannot be questioned, nor that they have brought out a large number of able and interesting women who have generously taken upon themselves not only their own share of the work of the world, but a great deal more. One can hardly overrate the value of an Institution which has given light and an upward impulse to so many lives, and changed the complexion of society so distinctly for the better. But It may be worth while to ask if the women of to-day, with their splendid initiative and boundless aspirations, are not going a little too fast, getting entangled in too much machinery, losing their Individuality in masses, assuming more responsibility than they can well carry. Why is it that lines too deep for harmonious thought are so early writing themselves on the strong, tense, mobile, and delicate faces of American women? Why is it that the pure joy of life seems to be lost In the restless and Insatiable passion for multitudes, so often thinly disguised as love for knowledge, which is not seldom little more than the shell and husk of things? Is the pursuit of culture degenerating into a pursuit of clubs, and are we taking for ourselves new taskmasters more pitiless than the old? “The emancipation of woman is fast becoming her slavery,” said one who was caught in the whirl of the social machinery and could find no point of repose. We pride ourselves on our llverty; but the true value of liberty is to leave people free from a pressure that prevents their fullest growth. What do we gain if we simply exchange one tryanny for another? Apart from the fact that the finest flowers of culture do not spring from a soil that Is constantly turned, any more than they do from a soil that Is not turned at ail, it is a question of human limitations, of living so as to continue to live, of growing so as to continue to grow. Nor is it simply a matter of individuals. Societies, too, exhaust themselves; and those which reach an exaggerated growth in a day are apt to perish in a day. It is not the first time in the history of the world that there has been a brilliant reign of intelligence among women, though perhaps there was never one so widely spread as now. Why have they ended in more or less violent reactions? We may not be able to answer the question satisfactority, but it gives us food for reflection.

Trade and Profession Mottoes.

An Actor—“l work when I ‘play,’ and ‘play’ when I work.” A Banker—“ Principal is the principal thing, and a source of great interest.” A Baker—“ The -staff of life I do supply, by it you live and so must I.” A Butcher—“We kill to dress, not dress to kill.” A Builder—“l send innocent men to the ‘scaffold.’ ” A Clerk—“l possess more pens than pounds.” A Dentist—“ Look ‘down in the mouth’ and be happy.” A Doctor—“l take pains to remove pains.” A Farmer—“l plow deep while sluggards sleep.” A Hatter—“l shelter ‘the heir apparent’ and protect ‘the crown.’ ” A Jockey—“l witch the world with noble horsemanship” (Shakspeare). A Photographer—“ Mine is a developing business and mounting rapidly.” A Printer—“l act as mouthpiece of the human race.” A Soldier—“ For the right I fight with all my might.” A Solicitor—“l study the law—and the profits.” An Umbrella-maker—“l ‘hall’ all storms and bless the ‘longest reign.’ ” An Undertaker—“No complaints from our customers.”—Boston Traveler.

The Barometer and Weight.

A man weighs less when the barometer is high, notwithstanding the fact that the atmospheric pressure on him is more than when the barometer Is low. As the pressure of air on an ordi-nary-sized man is about fifteen tons, the rise of the mercury from twentynine inches to thirty-one inches adds about one ton to the load he has to carry.

Salt Fish.

In a basin of water salt, of course, sinks to the bottom; so never soak salt fish with the skin side down. Yucatan is a compound Indian name meaning, “What do you say?” which was the only answer the Spaniards could obtain from the natives to their inquiries concerning a description of the country. No particular form of religion official

Like a Ferine Old Irish Gentleman.

Some of the most entertaining passages in the just published “Recollections” of Mr. Aubrey de Vere are those dealing with old times in Ireland—the Ireland of Mr. de Vere’s immediate ancestors and of his own youth. His grandfather a very popular county gentleman, with a great love for the poor, whom he always “helped at a pinch.” Here is an instance, given by an old tenant, of certainly rather a tight one. A young man was tried for murder, having killed a member of a rival faction in a faction fight. The judge, reluctant to sentence him to death, on account of his youth, turned tt> him and said: “Is there any one in court who could speak as to your character?” The youth looked round the court, and then said sadly: “There is no man here, my lord, that I know.” At that my grandfather chanced to walk into the grand jury gallery. He saw at once how matters stood. He called out: “You are a queer boy that don’t know a friend when you see him.” The boy was quick-witted; he answered: “Oh, then, it is myself that is proud to see your honor here this day!” “Well,” said the judge, “Sir Vere, since you know that boy, will you tell me what you know of him?’ “I will, my lord,” said my grandfather, “and what I can tell you is this, that from the very first day that I ever saw him to this minute # I never knew anything of him that was not good.” The old tenant his tale by striking Tils hands together and- exclaiming: “And he never to have clapped his eye upon the boy till this minute!” The boy escaped being hanged.

A FATALITY AVOIDED

From the Democrat, Goshen, Ind. When neuralgia is accompanied by a dull, heavy pain near the heart, frequently becoming intense, it generally terminates fatally. Mrs. Nancy Flynn, who lives near Goshen, Ind., survived such an attack and her advice is worth heeding. “In the fall of ’92,” she said, “I began to have trouble with my heart. There was a sharp pain in my breast, which became rapidly worse. The doctor was puzzled andput me under the influence of opiates. These sharp attacks followed one another at intervals and I became weak and had a haggard look. I was constantly in pain, seldom slept and had no appetite. “At the end of two years I was confined to my couch most of the time and the doctors agreed that my death was only a matter of a Short time.

A Serious Time.

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Fitting Up a-Boy’s Room.

The following description gives an idea, says Harper’s Round Table, for a combined window-seat, shoe-box and bookcase that can be made in any size to fit the space It Is required to fill: At a grocery store purchase a good clean box such as canned goods are packed In, and another one about the same width and height, but twice as long. Remove the cover of the smaller box and turn It on end; then arrange a shelf In it at the left side. To the top of the long box nail a strip two inches wide, and to it fasten a cover with hinges. These two boxes are to be attached by means of screws. A bookcase is to be made sixteen or eighteen Inches wide, four feet high, and an inch deeper than the width of the seat-box. Four shelves can be arranged and screwed fast through the sides to accommodate books, and around the top a strip of cornice molding can be mitered and nailed fast.

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Australian Pluck.

Life on the frontiers of civilization is favorable to the development of patient endurance of what cannot be helped, and that is about what Is meant by the good old word pluck. A good example of this quality is cited by the author of “A Colonial Tramp.” All Australian l>oys are taught the necessity of guarding against snakebites, and the method of treating them. Two little fellows, 6 and 8 years old, had gone into the bush to play. The smaller one, chasing a rabbit into a hole, pushed in his hand and brought it back quickly with the head of a most venomous snake attached to one of the fingers. “Quick, Charley!’ he cried, putting down his hand on a stump. “Chop off my finger—the snake has bitten it.”, Charley,-without hesitation, lifted his ax and chopped off not only the damaged finger but two others as well. Then the boys ran into town, over a mile distant, to a chemist, who plunged the bleeding stumps Into the strongest ammonia and afterward dressed the hand. Think of that, my stanch young fellow, and then try the effect of ammonia on a little scratch.

The Danger.

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