Daily Wabash Express, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 16 August 1885 — Page 6

SOCIAL SHAMS ABROAD.

Ixmdon Correspondence. Those who did not know it before must be satisfied by this time that there Is something peculiarly rotten in English •ociety. Only a cornei1 of the veil has been lifted. Few realize the corrupt condition of the vast majority of this densely I'Opnlated island. Here is a fact which is so well-established that nc responsible penM will^pdenj it namely, that" owing* to the miserable poverty of the /masses, marriage, with Its fises, expenses and liabilities is becomgraStlfHy extinct in the most thickly peopled sections .of all the great towns Sod cities, probably without -exception. This is the sort of thing that spreads quickly. Ten couples go together now Without the sanction of wedlock where ine made the venture ten years back. It is becoming the rule among the young of both sexes to live as man and wife outtide the law in that case made and proTidied. Ask any London policeman what lie knows about illegitimacy and he wil tell you his observation justifies the belief thatr out of" every 3,000 people in Xondon of the lower orders at least 1,000 tore leading immoral lives. In this connection I recall a remark made by

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Birmingham manufacturer.

A gentleman, shown around the lactory was annoyed at the unspeakable invitations addressed to him by the work {{iris, some of the latter quite pretty, and among the lot more than one extremely handsome. He expressed his astonishment to the employer, who, throughout tba tour of the buildings, seemed to pay no attention to the language of the girls. The manufacturer replied: "Why, what do you expect? These girls hear such talk from their birth. Many of them are illegitimate, and the rest probably haven't the remotest idea what marriage means. The boys and girls gro,w up to gether, workjggtfthgr, and naturally pair ve together when they feel like 3t*" "Wouldn't you prefer to see your work people iaarxled asked the visitor. "Nqtla-bitof it," responded the manulacturet. "I don't want girls with such high notions about this factory. They think marriage is a luxurious ceremony, 3iothing else. When they like their fellows Wf 11 enough they live together quite as comfortably as if they were married when they don't agree they part, and that's what married folks can't do so easily. If married people could part as as 'hfir" lads and girls there

Jl^flSsomuchinfidelity. Men and omen Jiving together will disagree, marlied or unmarried, and find companions •nore suited to their fancy. They all do it, from the peers in the house of lords, the princes of the royal family, the commoners in the lower house, the judges on the bench—the well-to-do classes having nothing to de but gratify theirlnetincts of enjoyment—down' to the mechanics and laborers."

We live and leara. A man may be pretty well posted in English social life ftnd yet have much to discover before he is up to half the realities in this teeming hive of humanity. Birmingham is not a specially immoral place on the whole it. 5s tolerably moral as life goes now. It is loll of churches, and religion is considerably affected but what can be expected of half a million or

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In the bottom ot ot Tnyl"ini*--¥6qrards the lower orders. regards the upper classes, pure,

$11 'unadulterated idleness is chiefly respottsftle. There is a pretty place in thin country called Plymouth, a naval and military station. I don't ktiow a more charming part of the island. Society in Plymouth is some"what mixed, as is inevitable where there mre dockyards and garrisons but above

the cosmopolitan elements are the permanent circles of native aristocracy, giving tone to the place. Plymouth is peculiar in one respect it acts like a beauty -loadstone, attracting the female loveliness of all Cornwall and Devon. The two counties, although exquisitely fascinating in natural features, are deplorably poor, and Plymouth being tl5 -V only town of importance, good-loohing sir is of poor parentage naturally kjpk to it as the goal of their ambition 'the city v.. paved with gold where to find fortunes., I was dovjc' I lymouth the otter day, and ha^'Cf with one of the principal| druggiefe aflout the character-

Mticsoftltt'ttstf n. As we were talking two young officers came in. When they had been supplied and left the druggist •aid: "Those are the sort of fellows who have ruined Plymouth. I heard one of them say there wasn't a chaste woman laft among us." "That was a piofessional exaggeration, doubtlesBk" I remarked. "Certainly not," •was^tbe tepljT- "Between poverty, ignormac6, «nd bad bringing up as regards the poar l00se morals and the importation of evefjr Vicious practice under the sun by the army and navy, as regards the upper circles, I don't know what we are coming to. There is one thing I do know professionally, and any doctor who is not afraid to say the truth knows it as well I do. that purity among the women both high and low of all our lane towns is disappearing altogether. Thugs have got so in this country that it can hardly be otherwise. It seems as thongh a flood of corruption had been let loose upon us from all parts of the world. Half of our people are driven to evil and the other half make it the business of v: their lives."

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eiimpsee Into the Factories Where Girte Are Employed—A Frightful Comm* ntiuy on the Mixed Elergj- mentt—Conrta THd Hand and fool Bonds of A*-TV- y?^' Corruption.

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in and around this center, or auv other center like it, who have for years been kept down below starvation point? The pomp and circumstance of marriage, cirth or death must lose its interest to a population five-sixths of whom are not earning boys' wages and the overwhelm jtag'mass of whom in the best of times average two days' work in a week on a fieale of wages so low that six days' full pay would barely suffice to keep the wolf irom the door. Manchester is worse than Birmingham, Sheffield is worse than both together. Men iamiliar with the police courts aod under currents of Glasgow and insert that London cannot to either of those places for immorality, born of poverty ana misery, Theclaaees who live^ogether unmarried, «agtfnousas their numbers are, and rapidfy'M ihese numbers increase, are,' after ajlj asdtyps in the ocean compared to tr.9 married who are living with other persons' husbands and wives. I should cay, baaing my opinion not only on my observation but on the experience of magistrates and police, that fully oneJoarth of tbe entire population of the tfofttf Klni cdom i& Jiving in violation of lfcWs, either in bigamy, or icubinage. Poverty, grindil its faithful companion, rything that is beautiful,

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plement these general remarks with abundant personal instances, illustrating by daily experiences the deplorable growth of public depravity throughout Great Gritain. We have seen how effectively the Pall Mall Gazette exposures were diverted eat of the lines they intended to take, directly it appeared that the reigning family and ruling classes .were involved. A magnificent committee with high-sound-ing titles undertook to conceal the identity of leadere in the works of iniquity by converting the .exposure into an inquiry whether there was anything to expose or not, and the end is a paltry amendment in a law which has never been enforced, and which fifteen millions of English people out of twenty never heard of before, and will never hear of again. The occasional immoralities of a few swell procuiesses are as nothing to the depravity of public men and the open morality of the upper and lower classes. What we want to see is a lawsuit in which great men, statesmen, noblemen, men called to the helm of state, can be subpoenaed as witnesses. But we are not likely to have it. The courts are themselves in the hands of men tied hand and foot in the bonds of corruption. It seems but the other day that I received a letter from Nottingham, informing me that Judge Williams, one of the greatest judges in the land, had been found dead in a brothel, and requesting me to personally cirry the intelligence to the London .papers, as all the local papers, the telegraph agencies, and so forth, had been terrorized—the authorities and the wires were being watched to "spot" any one sending on the news. Sure enough, in looking over the morning's papers, I find a regretful notice of Judge Williams' ending in eulogy of his lordship's high character and attainments. From this paragraph he appeared to hjjve died at his official lodgings. All the other papers contained similar" paragraphs. I sent the correct version to my friends on the London press, but in each case they dared not print the truth. If so much trouble was taken successfully, without the slightest concerted effort of the powers above, to keep the unsavory truth respecting a judge out of the papers we can judge what would happen if a serious attempt were made by tne newspapers to bring out the facts lelating to fast members of ministries of the crown. Every person familiar with the political departments of state is perfectly well acquainted, for instance, with the disgusting immoralities of more than one member of the Gladstone cabinet, but who among them, I should like to know, would care to brave the risk he would incur by stating what he knew in a witness box or to an editor? I can vouch for it, speaking in a general. way, that the man who assails one in authority here, unless perfectly independent of the world, is done for in a worldly sense from the moment he commences the work. He_ becomes a marked man. The authorities are up in arms against him. Every instrument of the law, every part of the machinery of government is set in motion to destroy him. And if he be rich as Eothschild his riches will henceforth be as dried leaves to him so far as English society is concerned. But public opinion among such of the middle classes as constitute "the decent remnant" has been pretty well aroused just now by the Pall Mall Gazette's revelations, and if by chance a good opening to get up a lawsuit should offer it will undoubtedly be made the most of. Rarely a week passes that some scandal or other, sometimes very horririble, let me tell you, does not come into the courts and under the eyes of London editors, but, under pressure, is suppressed and never a' word comes out. I speak from personal' experience, having in my dependent days acted under compulsion from headquarters a hundred times. As long as the present excitement lasts something or other is sure to crop up which the papers will not ignore, anu our hope is that the publication may embitter parties so as to bring about a row. i'

A Jamaica Trick.

Detroit Free Press. There was a large crowd of excursionists in the depot at Savannah. There was pale-faced, slim-waisted young man, weighing about 105- pounds, who paid a colored man a quarter to get some baggage checked. The man didn't appreciate the situation, and took his time for it. Indeed the young man hunted him up to discover that he was grossping with some of his color, and that the baggage was still uncared for. He spoke his mind pretty freely and was promptly "sassed" in return. All of a sudden the burly colored man drew a razer from his pocket and started for the light-weight with the remark that he'd make bloody carpet rags of him.

It would have beeti argood time for the young man to pull a revolver, but he made no motion. In such a crowd no one knew exactly what was happening, and so the rush of the negro was not stayed. He took two skips and a jump the razor in his right hand, and as he landed in front of the young man the keen-edged weapon made a sweep for the white throat. Next instant it was flying among the rafterg of the building, ani the would-be murderer was caressing his elbow and howling with pain. As he whirled around he got a couple of "lifters" which shot him out of tne circle, and the young man went to see abouf his baggage. "What did you*$o?" Tasked him after we were off. "Kicked the elbow of his razor arm," he answered. "Is it a trick?" "Well, it took me a year to learn it." "Where?" "In Jamacia. It will be siy months before be can raise that hand to his collar button. You ought to leam it It saves carrying a revolver, is handier than a knife, and you don't bang your knuckles up knocking folks down."

Insane From Roller Skating. Utica Press. Living^with an* aged grandmother in Whitestown, last fall, was a young girl about 15 years' of age, who was in the enjoyment of almost perfect health and possessed of a rugged constitution. She scarcely ever was ill, and was much stronger that the average female at her age. The skating rink seemed to offer a very peculiar attraction for her. She was a remarkably graceful skater, and the company at the rink being agreeable, the greater part of her time was spent within its walls. Every night, and often afternoons she was at some rink enjoying the fascinating sport on the rollers. She went pn in this way for some time,' until prostrated by exhaustion. She was treated for this, but grew worse instead of better, ana fiually she became a raving maniac, requiring main force to keep her quiet. An examination revealed the fact that her spine had. been injured, and the physicians gave it as their positive opinion that it was caused by too much roller skating. The injury to the spine, of course, affected the brain, producing insanity. The certificate of two reputable physicians pronouncing Ler insane being presented to the court on Monday last, commitment papers were issued, and the following day the young lady was placed in the state lunatic asylum in this city.

A Telegrapher's Mistake

liutlftttd Herald. As ait example of a curious mistake a telegram sent through the Rutland ofiiee to a Mr. Hardman, Chester, was sent to a Mr. Hard, Manchester.

BOTH IN ERROR.

"Your fare, please?" The daintily attired lady addressed glanced up in surprise to the familiar face, whose brown eyes had a mirthful gleam as they met her own. "Mr. Carroll?" "Conductor of No. 4, and very much at your service, Miss Hamilton, said the young man, doffing his cap- with a bow that would have graced a drawing-room. "You are surely jesting?"

There was something in this that roused the warm and hasty temper of our hero. "It isn't likely to be much of a jest to me. What a pity it is that I should be: reduced by the misfortune of a friend to such a necessity as this!" "That depends on how you look at it," said the lady, icily "you know my father's position "Certainly," interrupted the young man "and now that you know mine, our little romance, which was very pleasant while it lasted, ^ill have to end, I suppose?" "Very well, let it be so

The car, which had only a few in it, was now nearly full, and Arthur Carroll turned away to attend to the duties of his office.

But as he passed' around to collect his fare his eyes rested more than once on the partly averted face, which looked strangely pale in the dim twilight. A feeling of yearning tenderogss swept over him, and passing by the place she sst he said, hurriedly: "Ida—Miss Hamilton, *1 ferr I spoke too harshly. If you will suffer me to explain "There is no rising to her feet. you fully. Please stop the car I get out here."

explanation," said Ida, '•I think I understand

Arthur mechanically gave the signal The silken robe swept past him with a faint rustle, leaving upon the air a perfume of the rose upon her breast.

With a dazed., bewildered feeling the young man watched the erect and graceful figure which never vouchsafed him a glance, until it disappeared. "Can it be possible for me to be so deceived in her?" he thought. "I would have staked my life on Ida's-love for me, and that it was for me alone. But what am I to think now Before the dawning of another day I will know."

As Arthur stood upon the steps of Mr. Hamilton's stately mansion he .saw that there was iio light from any part of it except the library. "I fear Ida is not at home," he thought.

But she was, so the servant said who answered the bell. He gave the man his name and errand, who returned almost immediately, saying: "Miss Hamilton is busy and begs to be excused." "It is better so," muttered the young man, as he descended into the stieet, he scarcely knew how. "Had I seen her, I might have been fool enough to let her know how baseless her apprehensions were."

Passing swiftly along,. Arthur turned into a by-street where the houses were few and scattered, and, pausing in front of ajpooden building, he went in.

Ascending the stairs, he found himself in a plain, neatly furnished room, where a young man sat, about his own age, his arm in a sling and a plaster on one of his temples. "How do you find yourself .to-night, old fellow?" "So nearly recovered that I shall resume my duties to-morrow," responded John Ainslie with a smile, "which I think you will be glad to leam." "Well, I don't know. I'm glad to have you up again, but I've enjoyed the excitement and novelty on the whole, especially the astonishment among such of my acquaintances as I chanced to meet. It'has certainly'given me a revelation in one direction, which, however unexpected and painful, will prevent my making a life-long mistake. I don't want you to do so until you are strong enough, but if you think you are able to go back, I believe I will leave town for a few weeks."

Arthur put his resolution into effect early the following morning, telling no one. of his design or destination. In fact, he scarcely knew or cared whither he went, his sole motive in going at all be ing to escape from the wounded and bitter feeling at his heart, and which at times seemed more than he could bear.

He had been gone about two months when he received a letter from John Ainslie, on the envelope of which were various postmarks, obtained in following his erratic movements.

It was as follows: FRIEND ABTHOB: I have been thinking a good deal lately about what yon told me in regard to Miss Hamilton, and wondering if you knew of her father's failure, and which occurred, as I have learned sinoe, the day 1 was hurt, and you so kindly took my place. It seems that Mr. Hamilton lost everything e*en hie house was attached, and all his beautiful furniture sold by auction. His daughter, Ida, I am told, supports them both by teaching, her father being a good deal broken in body and mind since his misfortune^ She teaches in a school a few miles out, but waB in town yesterday, and getting on my car in. leaving the boat,~I chanced to see her. She was dree Bed very plainly, and so altered that I should not have known her but for her beautiful hair and oyes. It seems to be the general impression that you broke yonr engagement on account of her father's loss of fortune and knowing how far from the truth this is, and believing that you were entirely ignorant of the fact at the time you left town, I thought I would write and tell of it. Your friend truly. .. JOHN AINSLIE.

Arthur was not long in reaching town after this. He went directly to his room, finding on his desk a small package and a letter. "The letter came the day you left," said the landlady, "and the package a few days after but as you left no directions about sending anything, I kept them for you."

The package contained some letters and a ring, whose costly diamond sparkled like a dew-drop as it fell upon the desk.

How well he remembered placing it upon the .smalt white hand, and all the glowing hopes that made his heart beat do high!

By the date of the letter Arthur saw that it was written the morning after his attempt to see the writer. It ran as follows

MB. CARBOIX: Owing to an unfortunate blunder, the servant did not give me the right name when you called last evening.

I have been thinking that perhaps I was too hasty in the conclusions I drew from what yon said at our last interview, and which occurred at a time When I was feeling wounded and humiliated by my altered circumstances, and so more prone to take offense.

I infer- that yon have also met with reverse", but if you any change in your outward surroundings could make any change in me you do me a great wrong.

If* there is anything to explain I shall b& glad to Bee you or hear from you. Failing to do so, I will return your letters and the ring you gave me, glad to know, ere it was too late, how worthless is the love you professed to feel for IDA HAMILTON.

The writer of the above letter sat alone in the rustic school-house to which she had been confined many weary months, with but brief seasons for rest and relaxation.

There had been a dull, throbbing pain in her temples all day, making the shuffle of little feet on the bare floor, the murmur of childish voices, almost unendurable.

But they had all vanished now, and she sat alone in the gathering twilight, alone with her thoughts and mournful recollections. Never had life seemed so void of all joy and brightness.

The hardest thing to bear was tbe con

sciousness that, in spite of his unworthiness, her thoughts would turn with regretful tenderness to him who had obtained too strong a hold on her heart to be easily dislodget "I would never have forsaken him thus," she murmured through her fastfalling tears. "When misfortune came I would have clung all the more Closely to him."

Hearing a step npon the threshold, Ida raised her head, and the object of her thoughts stob4 before her. "Nay, do not turn away from me," he cried,' as the bewildered gitt shrank from that eagerly extended hand. "I have only just received the letter you wrote me so ma^y weeks ago. Nor did I know until recently of your father's failure, and the consequent changes in your circumstances. "It was all occasioned by my own 6tnpid blunder," said Arthur, after the mutual explanations that followed, and the two were sitting together in loving and happy converse. "Oh, no," smiled Ida "I cannot let you take tne blame. We were both in error."

A. Tragic Pardon.

Springfield -Republican. The -New Jersey court of pardons is doing a thriving business these days— over 100 prisoners liberated last week, and some of them fairly in the rank of what may he called the'distinguished convicts of the state. But there was one poor wreck of young humanity liberated on Saturday with results that rounded out a revolting story of one misdeed and chapter of misfortune. Five years ago, it appears, an unpopu.ar German school*teacher, William P. B. Urick of Newark, was assaulted by three boys after aark, and his watch takSn from him. John Toomey, a scholar, was arrested, and while admitting being present, denied the charge of highway robbery. He was but 16, and the judge rather confounded the community oy sending' him to the state prison for 15 years. The father, a hardworking man, who spent his small earnings in the defense of his boy, lost his health after the conviction. The mother also declined rapidly, and the two died within three months of each other. The young convict himself took the rogues prison disease, consumption, and the news of his -orphanship was kept from him. The several attempts to secure a pardon for Toomey finally resulted in his liberation, and on Saturday last he old home and only sister, ar

visited his where, by a refinement of dramatic cruelty under mistaken notions of kindness he learned of the death of his parents, and it left him a mental wreck. John Toomey is now in the county insane "asylum and will soon be in his grave.

Monkeys Like Men.

Popular Science Monthly. As well as the apes in general oi baboons were passionately fond of strong liquors, and had a peculiar propensity for merisa, a Kind of beer made of the grains of durrah by the inhabitants of the Soudan. Brandy was not to their taste, but unfortunately they made an exception one day. After having swallowed co.pious quantities of merisa epch one of the troop was offered a big glass of date brandy, which he drank. As a conse quence, they became completely intoxi cated, insolent, passionate, bestial, and grinned, and they offered the hideous caricature of drunken men. The next day thirteen of the druukards were suffering from the con1 sequences of the spree, and looked sick unto death. All food gave them nausea they turned away with disgust from merisa, and even from wine, a favorite beverage in ordinary times the onlythings they accepted were lemons, of which each one ate an average if twenty pieces. In this wretched'state they comported themselves like men, and would? doubtless, have enjoyed a sour herring if it had been possible to secure this antidote in the country of the Mahdi. In the evening they felt-better, and were all right the next morning. I hoped this hard lessons would teach my pupil? the advantage of abstinence, but, alas! I was mistaken once more in my life. They drank and revelled all the same, and irom that day drank brandy, with predilection. V'

Bill Arp on Texas

Texas used to seem to me like suburbs of civilization, but the suburbs are outgrowing the town. Texas looks to like a big pasture with ^all the fences down. I am profoundly impressed with Texas in fact, I am in love with Texas— in love too much, I reckon—but that is the result of reaction, for I used to have an idea that all the rascals in the world were roosting over here. A boy's impressions are hard to efface. Forty-five years ago I was a merchant's clerk my father's clerk—and when he posted his books by the light of. a tallow candle, I used to look over him, and many a time have I seen him balance a customer's account with three letters, "G. T. T."—gone to Texas-and th^t settled it. But I am not hereon a collecting expedition. If those poor fellows are not dead, the statute of limitation has paid the debt and it is all right. Imprisonment for debt was a hard law, and it ran many a good man away Irom Georgia. An old Texan told me yesterday that they didn't come to Texas, but went to Arkansas, and Lam inclined to accept the amendment. At any rate I feel that I am in the middle of a refined and vig orous people. I love my old State and my home, and our hills, forests and rushing streams, but if I was a young man, I should cast my fortune in this goodly land. Now what else do you want me to say about Texas?

Dropped in the Pool.

"Mentor" in Chicago Herald. "Here you are at last!" exclaimed a young wife to her husband as. he hurriedly entered the station a minute or two before the train's departure "but what kept you, John? Hurry and get the tickets." '.'Gimme $10, Mary, I'm out" "Out I Out 1 Where's that $50 you had two hours ago when we parted over on St^te street. I should like to know?" "Well, I had bad luck to-day, Mary Happened to walk by a pool place, and of course I stopped to look a minute and dropped the whole fifty right there. Just mf infernal luck." "Dropped it? Why didn't you pick it up again? Did it fall in the water?" "Water? What do you mean Ifo—yes, yes, it fell in the water, and I stayed a long time fishing for it. But don'frworry, Mary, I'm going to be around next fall when they run the water off, and then I'll surely find it." "You—you were vtfry careless," said Mary, half crying, "but I don't see what the city wants to leave such pools lying around for, in these cholera times, especially. How did you happen to drop it, John?" -.

The Classes That Make Trouble. Paris National. There are in France 36,000,000 human -beings who work hard from morning to evening, and do harm to no one. There are besides in this country 300,000 rascals who rolb and murder, and who pass by the name of the army of crime. There are, furthermore, in France, 300,000 politicians whose sole occupation is to excite class against class, and whose avowed aim is the destruction of every existing institution: With regard to the 36,000,000 of Frenchmen, nobody pays any attention to them but the other 600,000 are the object of the most careful solicitude on the part of the governing classes.

mn EXPRESS, TEBKE HAUTE, SUNDAY, AUGUST 18,1885.

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NEW AMERICAN EDEN

of Turnips and Pumpkins— Immigrants Wanted.

New York Tribune. There is a man here from Georgia burdened with schemes to make his region prosperous. He owns land by the thousand acres, and thinks that if he can ersuade immigrant farmers to buy of im it will be to their everlasting proserity, and help him along in the world, eside doing a little {or his state. He doubts not that his motives are patriotic. "The peopte of Georgia," he says, "don't^ bother their heads about immigration. Foreigners may come there if they want, to, hut they've got to come without begging. 'We don't mind their coining if they'll settle among and learn our ways, but we don't want 'em in colonies, bringing their socialism and communism and their other i«m a with them to destroy the peace of our state. Give us immigration, but not colonization.' That's the way they talk and that's why we've had no agent here to turn foreigners down our way." "What inducements have you to offer to farmers?" "Nothing extr'ornary, I reckon. My region's the Eden 6f America. Thats all. Ain't no place that can beat it'for crops." "Com—?" "One hundred and thirty bushels to the acre. Plant in Apiil and gather in November. One plowing, no hoeing. Fodder till you can't rest. Save to pull it from horseback. Why? Stalks so high you can't reach to the top. There's only one trouble with growing corn in Georgia: you don't have enough nubbins to feed your steers." "Nubbins for steers?" "That's what's the matter. The ears ire so big that a steer can't get 'em in his mouth. See? You've got to chop'em up, and that takes time." "Do you grow potatoes? "Sweet? No. They grow themselves.

We just give 'em half a chance. Bun a furrow in the sand, drop in your seed, cover it with your feet as you go along and leave the crop to itself. It grows summer and winter and you needn't ever dig it for a year or two. Of couree, bv-and-bye the Haters get too big to be good. At eighteen months old half a one makes a meal for ten persons." "Any turnips? "A few. It don't take many to do us. We daren't sow the seed as your northern farmers do. We check off the turnip patch like a chess-board, making the corners eight feet apart, so that the turnips won't crowd. It won't do to have the turnips too thick. How large do they grow? Well, I had fourteen merino sheep, fine fellows they were, and I used to fold 'em every night for fear of dogs. One day tRree of the biggest were missinf and the whole farm turned out to fin

We hunted for 'em for two days, spf a? the three inside of one. of my turnips. You see they had jumped into the turnip patch and eaten their way right into pne^ of the vegetables." "How could yould you feed such things to your stock?" "Oh, we have to chop 'em up. I use a fifteen foot crosscut saw on mine." "How about pumpkins?" *Punkins? They fairly sweat, they grow so fast. There ain't no prettier music than the sound of growing pun_kins. Best scarecrow in the world self acting. Crows and blackbirds worried us lots until I made the discovery. Plant one in your raspberry patch and the birds won't come around. Why? The growing paihs and the groans of the punkin frighten 'em away. Ever hear of Eunkin Vine Creek? Got its name from a punkin vine. Years ago when the Gherokee Indians lived in North Georgia they wanted some sort of a bridge across the creek. There wasn't a tree around, and they didn't know what to do.* An old settler said he'd fix at. He planted a punkin seed near the bank and when the vine began to grow he trained it in the direction of the water. In a few days it grew across to the other bank and bore a big punkin on that side, which held it so that the Indians could cross. Any old farmer down there'll tell you the same story. From what I've seen of punkins I readily believe it." "Is yours a good fruit country? Any apples?" "More 'n we know what to do with. I turned all my hogs and my neighbor' into my orchard the other day to see if they couldn't rid me of a few bushels of the fruit. They didn't do much good, drove through the next day with a horse and buggy. The apples were so thick on the ground that there was a regular sluice of cider following me werever I went. Mashed out, you know, by the wheels and horse's hoofs. That'll give you some idea of our fruit crops. Anything else you'd like to know?" "Is it all like what .you've been telling me?" "Every man for himself, you know. I'm talking for my own region. I haven't traveled much." "Do you mean to say—" "Young man, I haven't got time to go into detaSs, Do you want to go to Geor gia? Come down and start a newspaper." "I'd starve to death." "No you won't. I'll chip in a- bushel of 'taters and I reckon the neighbors'll throw in a punkin or two. Say, can you tell me where I'll'find some boiler or kettle works? I want to give an order for a kettle twenty feet across the mouth and sixteen feet deep." "My I What in the world will you do with such a kettle?" r1"Boil my turnips init." .•

killed seventeen dogs on suspicion, and gave up the search. The next a?iy I found

Removing Maidens' Mustaches Louisville Courier-Journal. It was the face of a handsome brunette just verging into womanhood. On her upper lip, and slightly shading its scarlet hue grew a dark, silken mustache that on a dude would have been cherished and cultivated as the choicest treasure on earth. Her head rested in a metal plate connected by a wire with a galvanic battery on the table. The doctor took up from the table, at his elbow, something that looked like an ebony pen staff. This also was connected with the battery.- In the end was a very fine gold-plated needle. The doctor looked cautiously over the young lady's dainty little mustache and at length, singling out a hair, inserted the point of the needle down by the hair bulb and, pressing a little spring in the handle, tufned on tne current from the battery.

When the electric current ran down the point of the little needle, the young ladv winced and clenched her hands, while tbe tears came to her eyes. This lasted only for a moment, for as soon as a little froth appeared around^ the needle it was removed and the hair dropped out. After forcing out about a dozen hairs on each side of the lip, the doctor stopped. The young lady removed her head from the metal plate, wiped her face with a scented pocket handkerchief, and. tripped gayly to the mirror. She took a long glance of. intense satisfaction and gleefully remarked that they would soon all be gone. Then she put on her hat and left, after having male an appointment for another sitting. "So you remove mustaches from the young ladies who are unfortunate enough to have such hirsute adornments?" remarked the reporter. "Will yon tell me how it is done? "The operation is not very new," was the reply. "It has been known and practiced for several years, especially in the east. Tbe electric current decomposes the salt in the

skic into acid, which goes to the metal plate and alkali, which accumulates around the needle and destroys the hair bulb, so that the hair can never reappear. The method is also very useful in removing the ugly bristles that grow in moles, for the hairs are then large in site and few in number. It is only necessary to spend a few seconds on each hair, and but a few seconds on a dozen, after which a rest of several days is taken to allow the inflammation to disappear before undertaking any more."

Dresses.

Children's

New York Qraphic. The etamme extremely pretty bright cotton

for children embroidered.

are

with

Dark stockin either black- ,. brown, of fine ribbed cotton or lisle thread for ordinary wear.

The high crown of ihe black hat is trimmed with ecru and brown canvas' ribbon. Blue serge sailor costumes are lavishly trimmed with braid.

The coquettish Tam O'Shanter Ifets and those with high conical crowns and wide brims still lend their sweet quaintness to the fresh faces of little girls.

For full dress occasions black or dark wine-colored spun silk is more appropriate. The small skirts are tucked nearly to the waist, and a dainty cutaway jacket forius a variety to the usual method of plain basques and waists.

The charming Greenaway costumes, with slight additions and alterations to please the present fleeting fashions, lose none of their graceful simplicity with the accompaniment of laige poke bonnets or wide-brimmed straw-hats.

A charming costume consists of a short skirt, open in front to the waist, laid in large, full plaits. The front is a breadth of open embroidery on white linen. The basque, closely fitting behind, opens irom the throat, disclosing a white vest-

Sensible mothers provide an abundant and appropriate wardrobe tor their child-, ren to enjoy in the country. This consists of fine soft flannels, tinted wools, satines and other washing cotton fabrics, linens, chambravs, pongees and pretty embroi ered white and other finer dresses. 'i

Who Lost the Pocket-Book? Boston Transcript. A salesman in one of the large dry goods stores the other day picked up a worn-out, empty pocket book, and thought he would have a little fun with it. He therefore placed it on the counter, half concealed by the goods lying thereon. Presently a lady shopper enters. Her eyes light upon that wallet as by instinct, "and, while pricing half a score of articles, she endeavors to cover it, quite artlessly of course, now with her handkerchief, then with her satchel, and again with her parasol but the salesman, without appearing to notice her actions, each time removes the portemonnaie out of danger and into the light. Finally she adopts new tacticF, and picks it up, with the remark "Somobody's left a pocset-book."

Yes?" replies the clerk interrogatively ^'thank you." And he takes the leather and disappeares with it for a moment. Upon his return the lady asks, with a slight show of interest: iy'-WWJW "Was there much in it?" "Only $3," replies the salesman carelessly, and with the ease of one who has been used to lying all his life. "And who will get it if it isn't called for?" asks the lady. "The firm," -is the epigrammatic response.

The lady goes out. In ten or fifteen minutes a boy comes in and asks: "Was a pocket-book with $3 in it found here this morning?" "Yes," replies thtf salesman, "but it has been called for."

Boy says "Oh!" and retires. Salesman smiles audibly.

Gratitude That Survived Ten Years New York Sun. One day more than ten years ago Edward Allen, of Port Chester, went to Long Branch with two friends of this city. While his friends were dining at the Ocean house he went in bathing. A nurse in the familv of L. P. Lorillard, who were guests at the Ocean house, had Charge of a little daughter of Mr. Lorillard and two other children, who were playing on the beach, running out as the waves recede to stick pieces of wood in the sand. Little Miss Lorillard ventured out too far, and she was caught and carried out by a wave to within fifteen feet of Mr. Allen, who rescued her. Mr. Allen went immediately to the bathing house to resume his clothing, and soon afterward he and his lriends left Long Branch. The matter soon passed out of his (Allen's) mind.

On Tuesday of this week he was surprised to receive a letter from Mr. Lorillard, now of Cleveland, Ohio, with a note enclosed from his daughter* now grown to be a woman. With the letter was a check for $1,000 from the father, who said he had just learned from some acquaintances of Mr. Allen the address of the latter. Mr. Allen is a member of the hardware firm of Peck & Allen, of Port Chester. He is still a young man.

Fried Potatoes a la Macaire. The Cook. Baron Brisse says that this excellent dish was originated as follows: Louis Philippe and his family vere breakfasting at the Tuilerie. one morning, andthe Prince of Joinville was so absorbed giving an account of one of his voyages that he refused a splendid dish of fried potatoes which was handed to him. His narrative finished, he turned around and asked for potatoes, but such justice had been done to the dish that none was left. A footman ran "to the kitchen for more, but there was none ready.

There was no time, for hesitation the audacious chief threw the trimmings- of the potatoes served at the royal table into a frying-pan with a large lump of butter, tossed the misshapen pieces until of a golden color, pleasing to the eye, and further adorned by a dash of finely^ chopped parsley. The prince found potatoes so good that he inquired name of the dish. No one knows answer he received, as, being very he repeated:

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The Bob Toombs of

Two Rival Cities.

Chicago Herald. "Never saw anything to equal the jealousy between St. Paul and Minneapolis," said a traveler from Minnesota. "I went up there several weeks ago and was-there during the recent hot wave. I was looking for a place to go into business In all the hotels of both towns thejr keep thermometers on ice to show the_ visitors. That may fool some people, but it didn't go down with me. Why, in .St. Paul they have little maps made on which the name Minneapolis doesn't appear. On the maps in use in Minneapolis no such place as St. Paul is visible. The agent who had charge of selling the life of Grant in Minneapolis started his men at

work first in Minneapolis. When they g* "ere 0*7 -ejt o™ lo S,. Knl and .ere given tke d«d. rat

Nobody would even look at the book, because they had been to Minneapolis first. Whenever good business men have any little scheme to work they start simultaneously in both towns, same as the publishers print books on the same day both in America and England, to get the advantage of copyright in both countries. Out at Lake Minnetonka the children who play- in the sand are divided into two sets. One is from St Panl and the other from Minneapolis. They do not speak as they pass by. Trie girls turn up the noses at each other and the boys throw sand. A committee of citizens is already at work in each town getting up a scheme in view of the coming census of 1890. It is not known what direction their recommendation will take, though it is hinted that .at the last census Minneapolis counted chickens not hatched, while St Paul put each married man in as three and each married woman as two. The day before I lelt there a man told me that there would be no social intercourse at all between the two places if were not for the matrimonial schemes. Every St Paul boy is taught from infancy up that it is his duty to this world

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station, Boston, rejoicin rived at their Thursday the ter from Bos to

Aiow at the filld Roman feeble, by his negro

Atlanta Constitution. Among the familiar Kimball is that of the Bebert Toombs. He and as he walks is suite dining-room valet As he walkcoeks falling in yesterday, bis silvebis magnificent careless ringlets and striking forehead, his gif ,e °f_all. He countenance att/ snit, wearing the was attired in One who old style regur My God, there's saw him renprK15?

wh°

ntains Numerous, two thousand soda-

over is in .New York City.

—1, thereby relis by 'aul at

least as many. Every young man of Minneapolis is given a cook stove, a parlor suit and a baby cab on marrying a St Paul girl. If he marries a Minneapolis girl he gets nothing and has his wages cut down. On account of this marrying, St Paul and Minneapolis are intimately related, you see, and this relationship prevents any actual outbreak of hostilities. The relations of the intermarried families area sort of mother-in-law, don't-board-on-us kind, and to this day it isn't safe for an unmarried man of one town to be caught out after dark in the other. I tell you, thev area queer pair of burgs up there by the falls of the Minnehaha."

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Struck by. a Hot Streak.

Oxford Correspondence of the Boston Herald. No man is better known in this vicinity than Uncle Daniel Stone. For more than seventy-five years he has lived at Otisfield, about three miles from this village. He was struck by lightning at the age of thirty-three. One summer's day he came down to the village afoot to get some cloth for a shirt Puttiifg the cloth in a peck basket, which he carried on his arm, he started for home, going across through pastures and woods. A thunder shower came up, and he raised his umbrella. Just as he was passing by a small birch the lightning struck full and fair upon the iron nozzle of the nmbrella, which was turned inside out and the cloth cut into ribbons as if by scissors.

Then the lightning ran down his right arm, leaving a thin mark, as if made by a hot iron, swelling up the_ joints of the elbow and wrist" and splitting open his hand. Another branch of the fluid ran down the other arm, utterly destroying the bail of the basket (at least no piece of it could be found), left the rim uninjured, but cut the of the basket into slips. Then it passed down his legs, leaving a long burn on the upper part of the right leg, and peeling skin and flesh from his knees, leaving the white bones of the knee pan exposed. Every seam in his shoes was cut open as cleanly as though done by a sharp knife, but the leathr was uninjured

The Bed Cord Came in Hand Bangor Whig and Courier. A case of elopement is re Augusta. It seems that for sonA/fime a young man stopping at one of Me boarding houses at one eud of been very much infatuated ing young mill hand. Thj week he persuaded he: could be happy without^ they decided to fly to there to plight their were made, and on young man proceedei his adored one ~nd t" swung out of the When they made t.

c4ty, has a charmit of last neither ther, and

Mother clime, The plans ay night he residence of waited until she on abed cord, for the railroad on their way to hey evidently artion all ri^ht, as on other received a let.ing that they were ore. It has recently ledge of the girl's that the bridegroom 'ban is allowed by the 8, having a wife and -^Cas9.

married the day come to the friends in Augi is married mi United States family, it is

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His Vest. lital.

Jameeto Yes terFargo, before City, the man," sal swelteri: court

'General Wilson, of fliig an eloquent appeal icis, in court at Valley suddenly fell. "That ge_ Francis, pointing to a or in the rear of the torrid "will put on his coat!" ion, quietly turning to the

General

aourt sail -h?no''

be oHiia

fried potatoes

macaire I find them excellent and they will often be served." Th and princess laughed so hearty tears rolled down their cheeksni deed had been done and potato/! their cooked in a fryiDg-pan had re' baptism.

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Dinna, think 6 deein' yit" answered bandy "but when ye do ye'd better be drooned at sea than ony where else." «wl 1,»y'

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and found him prestrate, the tree twisted off lust above where the rope was tied, and a riDg.around. the tree deep enough, for him to lay his finger in. It is said that the ring around the tree was made by the wind taking the calf up and whirling it round and round at the end of the rope, while the other end made the. ring. On Tuesday morning the calf was able to walk, and is now all right

AMERICAN WHISKIES. Sfef

German

Competition

Trade Greatly.

Cincinnati Times-Star. "No, I'm not here on any specific business," said "Buffalo" Miller, president of the whisky pool, on 'change to-day, as he stroked his grandfatherly beard. "I am only here to see the boys." "Will the pool be all right after Sep. be "I hope so, but can't tell yet Some of the dealers are holding back, and there is no Baying what they will do whens time comes. The fact of the matter that we are making more whisky than we can use. It is a case of overproduction and the home market is pretty well filled." "And how about the foreign market?" "We are being shut out pretty generally. Most Americans do not know that there are 6,000 distilleries in Germany, and they are paid a bonus by the ivernment for every gallon exported, ou see what a .stimulus that is for trade.

We6an get none-of our goods in Germany or England, because they prefer their own liquor. Russia and Austria make 'heir own, and France is not much of a patron. Spain used to take a great deal of American spirits, but the cholera has been so bad there this, year that I guess the trade has been temporarily spoiled. Until a few years ago we had the entire South American trade."

Mrs. Conkling Tells How Grant Loved His Family. New York Correspondence Philadelphia Record.

There is little doubt that the Grant boys made choice of New York because they expected to make their home here and identify themselves with the city. That is the secret of the whole matter, and any student of human nature can understand the process of reasoning that led the young men to their decision, As for Mrs. Grant, she was so tenderly attached to her husband that her only thought has been to lay him where she may rest by his side. I served under Grant through the Wilderness fight and to the surrender at Appomattox, and, from what I saw and heard, I judged him to be stolid, without sensitiveness or much feeling, and anything but a man of domestic tendencies and that delicacy of thought and expression that women so much admire. I held that opinion until seven or eight years ago, when in the course of a long conversation with Mrs. Boscoe Conkling, she told me that Grant -in his home (where she had spent weeks with the family) was simply the perfection of a husband and father— tender, considerate and affectionate, and entirely unselfish. She said that the love between the general and his wifd was so deep as to be almost pathetic in iis manifestation—and that, too, when hqftras president and wearied out with cares of an office that might easily ke the best of men irritable. It was a velation to mc, but it was true, as the osing months of Grant's life Jjave de::.'onstrated. Mrs. Grant was equally considerate. She told Mrs. Conkling tint her feet were so small (she wears a No. 1 shoe) it almost.killed her to stand up and receive company {it the White House, but she said she would not tell her husband for the world, and have him an noyed.

Poetry on Wheels and Facts Afoot. We were driving down the winding mountain road, says Burdette in the Brooklyn Eagle the sunshine was golden and the air was direct from the Gilead balm works. "One never wearies of the mountains," said the professor, "nor of the sea. Changeless, yet ever changing always the same, yet ever varying in mood and expression, in dimple of sunlight and shadow, in calm and in storm we love them with a sort of worship we never weary of them, and we wQuld lovingly linger in their shadows forever." Nine miles further on the stage went to irredeemable smash, tne blistering sun escorted the party back to the hotel, and when they struck the seventh mile up the grade the professor stood still a moment to say, with uncovered head: "II I had known what kind of a rock patch this barren, foredoomed, abandoned" wreck of desolation, this mountain country .was, I would have gone to the great Sahara -fpr the summer. I would rather live ftSOOO years in the middle of a desert alkafi' prairie 9,000,000 miles wide, without even a cactus on the whole reservation.

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asked his wife. 4

"Why!"' exclaimed Sandy, "because ye wouldna cost sae much to bury I"

The Simple Summer Boarder. Pack. "You seem to raise fine crops of bay- on this place," observed a tourist to a man who was raking np the fragrant stuff. "Yes," said the man.

Do you ship it to the city?" "Oh, no," replied the mower, "we use it here the hotel." "But you have no horses," observed the .JJ81'

wllat do

does not

^credit to his native as some may attribute his sublime fidelity to love for her institutions."

Toombs, love him state, to him his stal

soda- graze, y+lhe

you use it for?"

Green tea," responded the wower, as ne reached for the whetstone.

A Good Deal of a Wind.

Calhoun (Oa«) Times. Last Monday evening when the storm fame up a negro tenant on Mr. D. M. Durham'5. farm had a calf tied witl) a tw^aty-foot rope to a tree in the field to

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court should

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JuJge, and at

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The Cost of Burial.

Scotchman and his wife were coming Scarborough to London by boat en off the coast a great storm arose, the vessel had several narrow escapes foundering. "O, Sandy,'| moaned his wife, "I'm na afeared deein', but I dinna care to dee at seal"

whole

wearing it.

After the storm had passed over negro went out to see about his calf, on a sailing excursion.,

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Hurting the

ar.

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"Has that been stolen from us? "No, but thev have their own distilleries now, and prefer the home article to the imported." "How does German liquor compare with bourbon whisky "Well, it's not the same stuff at all, though the Germans anji English like it better. Most of their spirits are made from potatoes, and the product is distilled several times. The result is a pure, colorless spirit, but with little taste or flavor, but with a great deal of strength."

mountain range

abd have to live on the prettiest bit of it three davs a year. Of all the eternal blights that warp and wrinkle the fair .®f. nature with a wartv excresence 01 lightning-icathed rocks and fire-swept pine barrens, there is no desolation this side of gehenna equal to a mountain range. And then he boiled clear over because we laughed at him,and he went waya behind a big granite bowlder and kept the recording angel so busy for the next nlteen minutes that there wasn't a single entry from Texas made in that period.

A Successful Lady Agriculturist Poeomoke (Md.) Times. One of the most successful agriculturists in Dorchester county is a woman—a lady of superior business capacity as well is refinement and culture. Her fertile fields are always pointed out to the trav£rmiD?"

Ti'e

woman-

farmer is Mrs. Goslin, residing near Linkwood. She directs all the details of the farm management. Though droughts or J.®".? {f p033®) ber cropi never fail. She delights in her occupation. 'A wheat .1

6°0,fau8.hels

has jost been gar-

nered by Mrs. Goslin, and her peach orchard will net as many dollars. The corn ne.d on the place is admired by all the count[7 around, so promising is the growth.

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Her Mother's Fault.

New York 8nn. Old man (to"daughter)—Young Mr. S. paid you a fine compiiraent last evening my dear.

A young married couple at Sa]/j Md., have named their first bed tune, because they became engj^^

Daughter (delighted) What was it, papa? Old man-He said you were a very intelligent young lady.

Daughter (disappointed)—Oh: pshaw told mamma I would look like a frigid the brown dress, but she insisted upo^