Rensselaer Republican, Volume 23, Number 17, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 December 1890 — Page 2

THE MASTER OF THE MINE.

By Robert Buchanan.

CHAPTER Vll— Continued. *<2ouxuinKyouPSriismart, no emu, ••but you’ll have to got up early before you’re as smart as ms I mean to do ray duty, young man, and so you’ll find a'ore very long.” He leftjwith his curious valediction. I saw neither Reiruff nor Johnson for some days. Then I heard casually that the latter had gone back to London. About a week after his departure, I saw it publicly announced that arrangements had been made with George Redruth. Esq., the proprietor, to turn the St Gur.ott's copper-mins Into a joint stock company, the said George Redruth, Esq., receiving half ttgß purchase-money and retaining the other half in fully paid-up shares. Nothing was said about the precise amount of commission money which went into the pocket of Mr. E. S, Johnson, but the name of that worthy teas down on the prospectus as surveyor and inspecting engineer, and I had no doubt whatever in nay own mind that he had made a verry excellent bargain.

/ , CHAPTER VIII. ' I PLAY THE srr. A little after the establishment of the London company, Johnson came ’ down to St. Gurlott’s and took lodgings In a farmhouse in the neighborhood. After what hud occurred, I expected to receive my conge at once, but although the stranger was formally installed as resident inspector and supervisor, no attempt was mado as yet to remove me from tny former position. The fact was, I believe, that Johnson had too iittle conlldenee in his own practical knowledge, to suy nothing of his own eourage.to undertake willingly the perilous duties of overseer.

So greatly did I resent his presence, however, that I at first resolved to resign; but yielding to the entreaties of my unjle and the p ray era at n ifto ~ Tremained. I soon saw that Johnson was completely in young Redruth's confidence—was, in fact, his ssrvaut, spy. and general familiar. Un ler hia advice nothing whatever was done to amend the condition of affairs in the mine, the fittings and the machinery of which remained as dilapidated as ever. On my own responsibility,however, I closed up the dangerous outer galleries, and forbade the men.on pain of dismissal, from working the oro in that direction. Although Johnson beard of this,and doubtless reported it to his superior, neither o! them made any commun cation to me or the sub-ject-just then. I must now turn from the affairs of the mine to my own quiet life at home in my uncle’s house—which will lead me, rapidly enough, back to young G sorgo i.edrmh. I noticed for several weeks that some Important secret communion was going on between my uncle and aunt. What it was about I couldn’t guess,hut it was * »idently connected in some way with myself. I often caught them looking at me and, when detected,exchanging glances of infinite meaning. I was beginning to think of asking for an explanation, when accident made me acquainted with the whole mystery. I had returned home on evening too late for the ordinary tea, and was sitting taking mine alone, waited on by Annie, a 9 1 had to return to the office again that night, and might probably have to go down the miue. I still wore my miner’s dress, br.t my uncle had changed his, and was sitting contentedly smoking on one side of the fire, while just opposite to him was my aunt, busily darning stockings. The meal over, I got up, lit my pipe, and wished them all good-night. “Don't sit up for me!" I said; “I shall be late to-night.” “Where are you going to, Hugh?” asked Annie, carelessly. “Back to the office. I’ve got to go down the mine again, too.” “Shall you goto the office first," she asLeu, “or down the mine?” I laughed at what I then thought her unmeaning curiosity “Whieh do you think I ought to do first, Mi Curiosity ?’ 1 said. ••Go down the mine,” she answered promptly; “then you could change those things, and do your accounts comfortable-like.” “Upon my word. Annie,” I said, “there’s a world of wisdom in that pretty little head of yours." . I put my arm arouud her shoulders „ —gave her a kiss -at which my aunt and uncle laughed delightedly. ••Good-night all!" I said again. “Annie, 1 shall take your advice and go straight down the mine!” And 1 was off.

I had gone only a little way, when j ■ I suddenly remembsred that certain | account b>oka which I should need ■ that night were in my room at the ' cottage. I hesitated a moment—then j a turned hack to get them. It was : growing rather dark; but that was of > little c usoquenee to me, since I could ; have walked every step of the way ■ blindfolded, and for the des ent into! the mine daylight was of little use. So I strolled slowly back, enjoying my pipe and the freshness of the event n„ air. and when I reached the cot tage it was quite dark. I paused before t* e kitchen window, which was «pen. for the night was sultry, and looked in. My aunt and uncle 6l?-» sat in much the same position they had occupied when I left them, but Annie was gone, i was about to put my head in at the window, and acquaint them with my return, when I beard the mention of tuj own name. “Yea," said my aunt, nodding her head, “i ha’ watched 'em, and I know*

Annie favours Hugh, If ever any lass favoured a lad.” • Well. Ido hope you’m right, Martha, old gal.’ my uncle returned. "He be a good lad, and I shall be glad to call him trry son.” ~ i heard no more—l felt like a mao who had received a knock-down blow, and I staggered underJt a bit. Annie love me?—the old people planning our marriage? It was all so new it took me a time to recover. But was it true? Were they right? Did my cou«in really care for-me? I "glanced back on all the years wahad been together, and I concluded that after all it might be possible. Certainly, Annlo had given no very marked e vidence of 'her love; but thea she wa9 not a demonstrative girl. A quiet lowering of the eyelids, a little pink blush, were more in her line. 7c: TTi

And then of late she had sorely changed. I had noticed that, and Wondered a bit; now the meaning of it seemed clear. A ntue, my uttu cousin Annie, whom I had ever re garded as a s -Jtcr and a child, ha<l developed into a woman, and capable of feeling a woman s love. My thoughts turned from Annie tc myself: I began to analyze my own feelings, and to pronounce upon them. Did I love Annie? Yes, in one sense, no, in another. Yet my affection for her was of that strong deep nature tha ) Tmight have mistaken it for love, i hat one all absorbing episode of my •hool-daysbad never 1 e so, Even then, J| alapseof years, the thought of Wteilne mate my blood tingle in my .-sins,and my heart beat painfully. Of all this the old people knew nothing; they had evidently made up their mind* that Annie and 1 were exactly suited to one aiiother.and ought to bo man anc wife, Whether or not I was glad 01 .. sorry at this discovery 1 could not tell my feelings were a strango mixture which I Could not analyze. Before i had time to inink very deeply 3a the subject! the kitchen door open, d, and Annie herself appeared on the threshold. Though it was dark out of doors, the light in the kitchen showed her to mo distinctly. She wore a loi g black cioak, which she folded tightly around tier shoulders; its hood coven d her head. •

"lam going'aown to the vilage. L shan’t be long,” I herd hearu nor say, in answer to her mother’s question. Then she came out closing the kitchen dour after her. She paused a moment out side; thee she hurried away—l, rather aimlessly, following her. She crossed the high road which led to the village, and took instead a narrow footpath which led by a shortcut 10 the mine. Wondering what could be taking her that way, I continued to follow her. She quickened her pace now, almost to a run. When she got half-way to to the mine, she turned off again, and hastened along with incroased speed towards Grey&lock Tower. Greyßtodk Tower was a ruin, con aisting of three dilapidated ivy-eovered walls and a buttress; It stood on an eminence a few hundred ya:d9 from the seashore, and by the superstitious inhabitants of the village was supposed to be haunted. Even Annie, 1 had suspected till that night, shared in the popular belief. I was the more astonished, therefore, to see her going towards it, alone, on a dark night.and us if her very life depended on he speed. -Having reached the ruin, she paused and stood as if listening. There was a dead silence all round, broken only by the washing of the sea. I crept up in the shadow of the ruin. Presently, I heard a peculiar whistle. Annie said softly: "Yes— lam here.” Then s—figure, that of a man, emerged from the darkness and Joined her. My astonishment at all this was so great that for a time I was utterly unable to move; but from my shadowy, hiding-plaoe I watched the pairj Who the man was I could not tell, the darkness completely concealing his features; but I saw that ho was taller than Annie, and that he was smoking & cigar. «_'■•- They stood close together talking earnestly; but I could not catch a word of what they said. Presently, they begau to move away, and I deemed it time to interfere. In two strides I was between them— Annie uttered a 6eream, the man an oath. But he stoou his ground, and looked into my face. it was now my turn to utter an exclamation. The man was young Redruth, the master of the mine. The contretemps was so complete that for a moment neither of us spoke. Redruth, being the coolest, was the first to speak. ••What are you doing here, Trelawney?" he asked curtly. "1 am here to take my cousin heme, sir,” 1 replied. ‘ “Indeed,” he sneered; "I should have thought you were here to play the spy." •■Even that would be better than playing the villian," I returned. Here Annie, seeing a storm brewing, i interfered. ••Hugh, dear Hugh,” she said, plucking at my sleeve. ! But young Redruth now stepped for--1 ward. I "Don’t agitate yourself, Annie,” he 1 saidcooly. while 1 was ready te knock him down. “And you, 6ir, he added, addressing me, "St ind out of the way; I have business with this your.g lady, and I re .uest you to leave us.” ••And 1 refuse.” i He rai-ed a small cone which he carried and struck‘me across the sboul- ' decs. In a moment I bad wrenched it from hi hand, and with one wellplanted blow I wouid have made him mea-uie his lenghth upon tho ground, but. with another sc earn. Annie rushed forward and stood between us. ••You shall pay for this, you scoundrel.” saiv teY master; and without ano'her word he disappeared into the darkness, AnnU, still frightened and trem-

bling, rushed forward to follow him, but in a moment I was beside her. ‘ You’ll come with mo, Annie,” 1 said, taking her Ijand firmly in mine.. By this time she was trying bitterly. ••Oh. Hugh,” she sobbed, "what have ydu done! You will ruin us all—yourself. father and all of us!” But. I took no heed of her 4 I kept my hold upon her. and led her back across the meadows to the cottage. During the walk no words passed between us. I was silent, expecting sho would give some explanation of the scene I had witnessed; but aB she volunteered none! said nothing. When we reached the cottage gate she paused and spoke.’ • Hugh,” she said, "you won’t tell mother or father—” ••No, nb,” I interrupted her. "Don't fear for me, but I mean to look after you in the future, Annie!” ‘•Don’t b© hard on me, Hugh,” she said piteously. “I meant bo harm. But it will be better for you and father if l epeak to the youag master some- j times.”

‘•You’d best let us manage our own affairs, Annie, and keep yourself to the house; always remember that.” She dried her eyes and composed uersei a bit. and we went in together. The old couple were astonished, but not ill pleased at seeing us in company. They noticed Annie’s pallor, too,and exchanged looks, the meaning •>f which I knew full well. I dreaded .0 be questioned, so when Annie had gone to her room, which she did pretty quickly. I explained that 1 had returned for certain little account beoks, and.having met Annie by the way had brought her in. Then I possessed inyf self of my books and hurried backthe otlice to finish my night’s work. (To be continued.)

The Largest Farm in the World.

In the extreme southwest corner of Lousiaua Ties the largest producing farm in the world, measuring 100 miles north and south and 25 miles east and west. It is owned and operated by a syndicate of Northern capitalists. The 1,500,000 acres of the tract were purchased in 1883 from the State of Louisiana and the United States Government. At that time it was a vast grazing land for the cattle of the few dealers of the neighborhood, over 30,000 head of half-wild horses and cattle being thereon. Now this immense traot is divided into convenient pasture stations or ranches, existing every six miles. Tho fencing alone cost in the neighborhood of $50,000. The land is best adapted for rice, sugar, corn and cotton, Alt Cultivating, ditching, etc., is dona by steam power. A tract half a mile wide is taken, and an engine is placed on each side, The engines are portable, and operate a cable attached to four plows, and under this arrangement thirty acres a day arc gone over with only the labor of three men, Harro wing, planting and other cultivating is done in a like manner. There is not a single dra ught horse on the entire place. Of course horses are used for the herders of cattle, of which there are 16,000 head. The Southern Pacific railway runs for thirty-six miles through the farm. The company has three steamboats operating on the waters of their estates, of which there are 300 miles navigable. They have also an Ice house, a bank, a shipyard and a rice mill.

What She Said. '

He was a San Franciscan la the played-out city of London, says the Fan Francisco Chronicle. He came from the west, where he had developed thal independence and self-reliance which, combined with (food looks and S2O gold pieces made a man superior to all Europe. He strolled with graceful dignity into a gilded bar, over wtiich presided a divinity of superb physical form, but still a woman, with that air which only an English barmaid can possibly put on—an air of mingled conceit, pride, coquetry, and humility. She awaited his order. He was dressed in the latest fashion. He threw the lapel of his coat b ick with a proud gesture, and fixing his fascinating eye on the bar beauty he said: "Tell me. my pretty maid, what can you suggest for a man who ate a Welch rabbit hist night and does not feel well this morning?” She did not smile; she aid not appear to be affected by the appearance of his swelling chest or wicked eye she simply said: "Why didn’t you heat two- Welch r:bolts, and let ’em chase heach hother?”

Winsomeness in Women.

Do you re ollect what yeur feelings were immediately after you had spoken the first unkind word to youi husband?* Did you not feet ashamed and grieved, and yet too proud tc admit it? That was. is, and ever will be, your evil genius! It is the temper which labors incessantly to destroy your peace, which cheats you with an evil delusion that your husband deserved your anger, when he really most required your love. If your husband is hasty, yo lr example of patience \frill chide as well ns teach him. Your violence may alienate his heart, and your neglect impel him to desperation. Your soothing will redeem him—your softness subdue him; and the good-naturod twinkle of 1 those eyes, now fißins' with tears, will | make him all your own.—Catholic Standard. Another improvement has been inaugurated in high-cl ssed civilized warfare. Smokeless powder is to bo used. This will permit the hidden 6oldier to bang away at a party of his enemies with little chance of being discovered. The poor fellows shot rtt #ill hear a little noise about the time a bul let takes off one of their numberand while they are looking about for the smoke of the eneny the swift bullets will keep right on thinning out their ranks. A I soldier will never know which way tq nut from a smokeless rifle.

Sale of Opiates.

A Michigan pharmacist, writing is the Pharmaceutical Era, speaks very plainly regarding the sale of opiates to their slaves, as follows : To what extent are wo warranted in selling opiates? Are we justified in endeavoring to increase their sale ? Are we true to our conscience when we meet the price of another dealer as represented by the would-be purchaser? It seems to me that the sale of opiates to the debased creatures who have become its slaves is the most disgusting and degrading feature it the drug business, and, while I cannot understand why any one should desire to cater for such trade, I, for one, am perfectly willing that they should have it An opium eater is naturally a liar and a thief; you would not dare trust one of them within reach of the coveted drug unwatched; their money is hoarded to buy that drug alone; they are outoasts from sooiety; they are beneath the notice of the honest laborer; although themselves possessed of wealth, they are a disgrace to a pharmacy. Sneaks and hypocrites, what have we in common with them? I hear you say, •■•but they must have their opium.” Why? because by the aid of competition they have been enabled to purchase the drug which has degraded them. Who Is responsible for this? Shame upon our profession, it is ourselves; who else sells the degrading drug? Who has reduced the price of morphine from $1 to 40 cents a bottle and opium from 75 cents to 25 cents an ounce? Ourselves. Who has reduced the prioe of laudanum from 15 cents to 5 cents an ounce? Ourselves. Who delivers laudanum unlabeled at request? The pharmacist. Does he do this blindly? No. Ho knows full well the regular customer; he needs not to ask his wants; the extended bottle taken, filled, delivered without a word, tells only too plainly the miserable, pitiful story of a ruinqd lire, For a few paltry dollars reeking with misery and degradation we have competed as for a prize, it is a disgrace, and a blotch upon our escutcheons, placed there by our own hands. We alone are responsible for the Dpium and its products, and others of their miserable kind, by the pharmacists of the world. We owe it to burselves to remove the stain, cost what it may? Will we do it?

To Winter in the Arctic.

3an Francisco Alta. Three vessels from this port now in winter quarters at the mouth of the Mackenzie River, withinl,200 miles of the North Pole. They are the steamers Grampus and Mary D. Hume of the Pacific Storm Whaling Company, and Magee and Battle's schooner Nicolene. They went north intending to winter where JJthey are now tightly frozen, bo the colony of sixt or seventy men, comprising the irews, have none to blame but themselves for their frigid insolation It will be late next summer befor they can be heard from, unless by some chance a trapper might find his way that far north by sledges and back again to some of the British fur-trading ports. This is not at all likely, so friends of the three skippers—Norwood of the Grampus, Tilton of the hume; and Herendeen of the Nicolene —and their 3hipmates, have settled in their minds that nothing can be dona but wait patiently for nearly a year for news from the North. Alluring stories of bowhead whales so thick in the water that you could walk about on their backs as on broken ice i 9 what drew the vessels to the place where they Are now located. The master of the whaler Alton, which arrived in port a short time since, saw the three vessels at their cruising ground in August, They then reported all well, but no whales The location is near some Indian villages, and from the Indians provisions in the way of fish and game were secured. The Nicolene is only after whale bone and ivory, as her capacity will not permit her to carry oil. The first whaling steamers that go north next spring will be especially 3ommisioned to eeok the exiles and lake from the vessel* whatever cargo they have to send down. This is understood to be the first time whaling vessel have voluntarily wintered in this location.

TO PREVENT BALDNESS.

A Sago Barber’s Unique Ideas Upon the Subject. •‘The preservation of the hair and the prevention of baldness is a matter to which I have given considerable attention and thought,” said a barber aot far from the World office the othei day, "and I have oome to the conclusion that all the patent tonics that were evqr compounded by my cralt are not half as good as a few simple and natural remedies which a child 3an make and use. It is, of cdurse, impossible to prevent baldness where it is hereditary, but it can, however, be warded off. • ‘The hair, like every other portion of the human frame, it uncared for will go to waste and eventually drop out. This is due to a splitting of the ends of the hair, so that the interior oil duct which nourishes the hair is exposed, and the natural nouishment Of the hair run 9 to wa,ste, overflows upon the head, forming dandruff, which impedes the’growth of the hair just as much as the tares among wheat. The best means to prevent this is a strengthening of the hair, and this can be easily accomplished by frequent cutting and the use of salt and water and a little vaseline. Have you ever noticed what bushy hair seafaring men have? I followed the sea for a number of- years: I don’t remember ever having seen a bald sailor. It is beoause their hair is in constant contact with the invigorating salt air and is often wet with salt water. A good tonic of salt water should oontain a teaspoonful of lalt to a tumbler of

water, and should be applied to the hair two or three titnes a week. The effect at the end of a month will be surprising, if the hair is thoroughly washed once a week with castile soap and the scalp rubbed with vaseline, the hair will not only cease to fall out and the dandruff disappear, but will actually thicken. Having once'got the hair in good condition, vigorous dry brushing and. a resort occasionally to the treatment I have prescribed will keep it so. Balzac, •'the famous French novelist, was a great stickler for brushing and rubbing the hair, and claimed to have warded off baldness for a long time, though he inherited it from both his father and mother, It is alarming how prevalent baldness is now ainomg young men, and I attribute it entirely to the stiff Derby hat now in vogue. The hat impedes the circulation of the blood on tbe crown of the head, and thus shuts off from the hair a large portion of its nourishment. The soft hat is far the best. Next!”

TRUE WORTH.

Not What One Has, But What one is. Rev. Parkhust la Harper’s Young People. Now certainly one object that God had in sending His Son away from home, putting Him down here on the earth for a few years, letting Him fare exactly as other boys and girls had to fare, giving Him no "push,” but making Him take His chances, was to show us that it is the boy and girl that God thinks of. and not the fineness of the. clothes they wear, the amount of money they have to spend, or the sumptuousness of the house in which they live. It is not that God objects to fine houses; we can see from the wonderful beautiful of this world which God has made how much He thinks of beautiful things; but by giving His Son Jesus only plain clothes to wear, and only an ordinary house to occupy, and a cheap shed to be born ing, He shows us that it is always the boy He thinks of first, and not the sumptuous dwelling that the boy has his home in; the baby that He thinks of first, and not the fancy cradle that the baby is rocked in. It was only a few days age that I went through the Babies’ Ward of the Postgraduate Medical Hospital on East Twentieth Street, New York city. The siok children that are gathered there are drawn from some of the poorest and most hopeless homes in town; but all these little ones had been nicely washed, tastily dressed, the wards in which they were gathered as neatly furnished, and the little cribs in which they were lying as cleanly and tidy in their arrangement as any that could be found in our best homes; and the consequence of it all was that the poor little waifs looked exactly as any that you could discover in-the most palatial residences along our main avenues. God would teach us tben by such cases as these, and especially by the case of His own Son, our Lord, born of poor parents in a cheap little house, that the worth of boys or girls is something entirely apart from tne kind of clothes they wear, or the style of the house in which they live; that the worth of a child is what the child is, not what the childs has, that a diamond is still a diamond though its brightness bo hidden or soiled, and that the humble roof and the lowly manger may nevertheless shelter the dearest of God’s little ones—His own Holy Child our Saviour.

FAMOUS YET UNKNOWN.

Wives Hidden by Their Husband's Fame, yet Wonderful Women. The wife of a famous man will ofttimes he completely hidden by' the dazzle o; her husband’s fame, and it is astonishing how little is known of those women whose husbands’ names are household words throughout the country. While the newspapers teem with the name of Thomas A. Edison, comparatively nothing is known or heard of Mrs. Edison. Every newspaper reader knows the name of Chauneey M. Depew., but of Mrs. Depew only the most casual reference is made. Even in England no one ever hears of Lady Tennyson or of Mrs. Gladstone, and the same is true of such men as JP. T. Barnum, Will Carleton, John Wanamaker, Spurgeon, W. D. Howells, Dr. Taimage, “Mark Twain,” and James G. Blaine. Often these very wives have been the makers of their husband’s careers. Their portraits are even less known than their lives. In a splendid series to be called "Unknown Wives of Wellknown Men” the Ladies’ Home, Journal, of Philadelphia, will, during next year, sketch all these women and others, presenting their portraits, in many cases, for the first time to the public.

Wherein Women Differ from Men

Ladies’ Home Journal: Women always show by their actions that they enjoy going to church; men are less demonstrative. When a woman beoomes flurried she feels for a fan; when a man becomes flurried he feels for a cigar. Some women can pas 3 a millinery store without looking in; some men can’t pass a saloon without going in. A womhn from her sex and character has a claim to many things besides shelter, food and clothing. Lhe is not less a woman for being wedded, and the man who is fit to be trusted with a good wile recollects ail which this implies and shows himself at all times chivalrous, sweet-spoken and deferential.

Set Right.

••Do you belong to church?’’ Inquired the clergyman of the janitor. “No," replied the janitor! the church belongs to mo."

MISCELLANEOUS NOTES.

California farmers sell pumpkins at $1 a tom The Crown Prinoea. of Denmark is six feet, Three inches tell. An orange tree in Polk county, Fla., is seven feet in circumference. * Mrc. Dorothy Tennant Stanley is two inches taller than her husband. Over 3,000,000,C00,000 envelopes are manufactured in England annually. A Russian millionaire is building the largest steam yacht tons. Of the 882 prisoners in the Kansas penitentiary —only 22 are unable to read* A plumber in England won the University prise for an essay on English poetry. There are seven American girls among the students at Newuham. Cambridge England. A tunnel between Scotland and 'reland is discussed, thirty miles long, to cost $40,000,000. Sarah Bernhardt has fattened enough to make it wrong to call her ••Cleopatra’s needle,” In the puritan days a cord of oak wood was worth the same as a bushel of turnips—37 cents. In a San Jacinto. Cal., gold mine the other day one “pocket” yielded $2,500 in two hours. It takes 22,000 bonnets a year to cover the heads ot the female soldiers . in the Salvation Army. An Atchison man has had the pleasuse'of reading his own obituary notice. He wrote it himself, and laid it aside to bo published after his death. The American wife of a Chinaman in St. Louis was annoyed by some children who ha4—gathered!- -at—lter- husband’s laundry to see her baby. While one of the children, named Walter Kelly, agei ten, was trying to get a sly peep at the infant, the heartless woman threw lye into his face and utterly destroyed his sight. The children of ex-President Arthur are seeing and learning- according to their respective needs. Nellie, growing into lovely womanhood, is attending boarding-school at Great Barrington, Mass. Her faithful aunt, Mrs. McElroy, living in Albany, is her guardian spirit. Allen Arthur;- tha youDg six-footer, is traveling abroad, and was last reported in Egypt. Referring to the climate of Southern California, Charles Dudley Warner enthusiastically remaks: "What can we say for this little corner which is practically frostless and yet never had a sunstroke, knows nothing of thunder storms und lightning, never experienced a cyclone, which is so warm that the year round one is tempted to live out of doors, and so cold that woolen garments are never uncomfortable. The Kochs, says the Pall Mall Gazette, have hitherto lived so quietly that even at Berlin nobody knows any thing about them, and the question is now being asked everywhere, "Who are the KochsP Where and how do they live?” etc. But "the Kochs" are just as determined to go on with their retired life as the public is to drag them out of it. Dr. Koch’s private patients, of whom, however, he attends only a very limited number, are mostly members of the highest German aristocracy, and all of them are sworn to secrecy as to the Professor’s treatment. The following named rich Indians live in the Puget Sound country, and their wealth is in actual cash and the value of land owned by each: Mrs. Joe Donetti, a full-blooded Indian widow, $250,000; Chris Laughlet, $60,000: Joe 'Goateß',sßo r oooT-Mrs r 000; Jonas Stannup, $60,0J0. In addition to these there are a dozen Indians living along the Puyallup river who are worth from slo,oooto $50,000 each. It is needless to say that these Indians do not care whether the Messiah comes or not. "I have lost SBO,OOO in the recent slump in stocks,” said a New Yorker to a world man, whose home life has been as unxeeptionablo as Lis modest public career lias been above reproach "arfii I am partially left without capita!. I will hive to begin the world gain at 45 no better off than when I started at 20. For along time I.hesitated about breaking the news of my financial ruin to my wife. This is the plan I hit on: I took her to dinner at uelmonico’s the night before Thanksgiviug. Then i took her to the theater. Our Thanksgiving dinner was a dainty one. and when it was over I looked around at the dinning-room. I am unable longer to use, and at the dew home I snail have to move out of, it cost me a struggle, but I told her all jr If I had any doubts as to how she would reoeive the news they were at once dissipated. Some wives are worth many fortunes.” - A Boston barber has discovered that the unpleasant feeling in the cranium, caused by an excessive indulgence in stimulants, can be removed in a few minutes by the application of towels saturated in hot water. Since his announcement of this method of reducing what is known as “swelled head,” several of the. barbers of the Hub regularly apply tbe remedy. To be done , properly not only one towel alone, nor two. should be used, but at least half a dozen, completely covering the face with steaming cloth, and replacing each towel as it becomes cool with another fresh from the hot water faucet. A dreamy languor creeps over the senses. and in a short time the patient is able to go forth with a clear head, an active brain, and the elasticity and vigor of a new man. The hot towel draws the blood away from the brain to the face, making the skin much warmer than the air, which, when the towel is withdrawn, ceols and refreshes the akin.