Rensselaer Union, Volume 9, Number 8, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 November 1876 — Page 6

How Loggers Live.

about 10,000,000°?6e< each season. Work begtos at daylightand ends at dark; and when Um days lengthen or the moon toemtta reTSe working Su£ So tbe riw. when the drive is started. work begins at three o'clock in Ute morning and ends at nine in the evening, the men having five meals: breakfast at six, lunch at nine, dinner at twelve, cupper at five and tea at nine. The meals consist of pork and beans, con bread, molmeescue and tea or coffee. <"* No stint ia given to a man's appetite. The fare, such as it ia, is abundant, monotonous, nutritious and cheap. A ocok is provided for every fifty men. The beans are generally the large white bush, parboiled in pota holding half a bushel, then ten pounds of Dork is set in the middle of the beans in the pot, a quarter of a pint of molasses is poured in, and then the pot is set in a hole aur rounded with hot ashes and burning charcoal, the top covered with a stone, over which a heavy wood fire is built; and here they stoy from five to eight hours, coming out a most palatable dish. All the baking is done In rudely built stone ovens, which are heated, before the dough is mixed, with a good wood fire. The loaves of biscuit or cake are act upon the hot stones, and are cooked quickly and thoroughly. A camp of three hundred men wilt consume daily four barrels of beans, one half a barrel of pork, one barrel of flour, half a barrel of meal, one quarter of a barrel of sugar and five gallons of molasses. The men are encamped in tents, making their beds of boughs, while their extra dtoihing, a pair of duck overalls, woolen shirt and two pairs of woolen socks, is kept in an old grain sack and used as a pillow at night. The Sabbath in the woods is always a day for sharpening axes, mending sleds, rqtairing boots and clothes, setting out a new tenting sjfot handier to the cutting in the woods, and all the odd chores which would grow out of the congregation of so large a body of men. All well regulated camps exclude liquor. The work being usually fifty to two hundred miles from any settlement, and the men not being paid until the end of the season, there is little inducement for any speculator to peddle rum through the woods, or for the men to straggie off in search of it. The consumption of axes and handles is enormous, an ax lasting a month, and a handle about three weeks. The axes are

sharpened daily, some camps having regular sharpeners, while others require each man to keep his own ax in order. The old axes are never collected for the junk dealer, the distance to ship them being almost too great to make it an economical measure. Woodsmen generally consider spruce harder on axes than either birch or pine. The gum which runs out of the spruce tree is often found hard enough to chip the edge of the ax when striking through it. The stvles of axes differ with nationalities, a Canadian chopper preferring a broad square blade with the weight more in the blade than elsewhere, the handles being short and thick. A downcast logger, one from Maine, selects a long, narrow head, the blade in crescent shape, the heaviest .part in the top of the head above the eye. New York cutters select a broad, crescent-shaped blade, the whole head rather qjiort, and the weight balanced evenly above and below the eye, that is, whenr the handle goes through. A Westcm backwoodsman selects a long blade, the corners only rounded off, and the eye holdihg the weight of the ax. The American chopper, as a rule, selects a long straight handle. The difference in handling G that a down-Easterftakes hold, with both hands, of the extreme end, ana throws bis blows easily and gracefully, with a long sweep, over the left shoulder. A Canuck chops from directly over his hea*l, with die right hand well down on the handle to serve in jerking the blade out of the stick. A Westerner catches hold at the end of his handle, the hands about three inches apart, and delivers his blows rather direct from over the left shoulder. In fact, an expert in the woods can tell the nationality or State a man has been reared in by seeing him hit one blow with an ax. It is, however, an interesting fact to know that a Yankee chopper, with his favorite ax and swinging cut, can, bodilv strength being equal, do a fifth more work in the same time than any other cutter, and be far less fatigued. This in a very large degree will account for the greater percentage of Maine men who will be found each year in the woods of Northern New England and New York.-North-wntern Lumberman.

A High-Toned Political Discussion.

‘‘There is one thing,” said Mr. Lealherby, as he was walking down town yesterday morning, “that disgusts me with politics, and that is the violent and abusive tone in which our daily papers conduct the discussion of every issue and question which they touch upon,” “ Indeed, you may well be disgusted at it,” replied old Mr. Bartholomew, who had ju-d joined him, “It is as much as a man can do to lift a newspaper off his doorstep with a pair of tongs. Time and again 1 throw the paper down half read, and I have seriously thought of stopping it altogether, for I consider its presence in my family a contamination.” “ it is, in truth,” replied Mr. Leatherby. “ It is worse than a contamination. It is corrupting; it has a degrading, brutalizing indaence that i«, I am convinced, underlain it g the foundations of our moral structure. The daily press of today is one greatengine of abuse, defama tion, bad grammar, worse language and worse morals.” “ I cannot see, for my part," said Mr. Bartholomew, “why men cannot discuss politics as freely, as earnestly and as entirely free from acrimonious expressions and feeling, as purely free from abusive graSe’of astreetor dm stvle of acofc.” “ And so think I,” said Mr. Lealherby; “ I cannot. far my part, conceive of an mintelSts6 warpld and narrow, a mind so shallow, that it cannot carry on a discussion upon any question in politics without falling into the asperities, vulgarity, abusive detraction and shameful slander Hurt is the reproach and disgrace of the newspaper press.” “It ba form of idiocy, I believe,” replied old Mr. Bartholomew; “ itbanindi«cation of a feeble mind that looks upon nbiueaei&fl argument, and bullying <ts logic. lam and always have been a Republican, but I can express mydfeappivvai of many Democratic .measures in •gentlemanly manner, and if I had not mfod enough to keep my temper I would —“ -**-«*»* “You are perfeotlv correct,,’ rejoined Mr. Lealherby, earnestly, “ and while we

disagree on some points in political controversy, I being a life-long Democrat, yes wwoaa4r«ely and with mraUrai picacure and, I trust, profit, meet and discuss our differences tn a frlenoly way, without giving way to the insane and. detestable exhibition of temper, ignorance and prejudice which mark the tone of the mornFired not noticed it so much in the jffmoAAys,” replied Mr Bartholomew, with a show of awakening interart in the conversation, “but when »hal trashy Democratic sheet that pollu't ;’he evening air is brought to me by my neighbor, an ignorant dolt who can neither read nor write, but takus the paper as a party duty, to read for him. I am amazed that the gods of truth and decency do not annihilate the infamous puerile sheet with their thunderbolts.” "You must bear in mind, however.” rejoined Mr. Leatlierby, speaking a trifle louder than was necessary in addressing a companion whore hand was resting on his arm, "the GWte. has such a tide of corruption, such an avalanche of political bigotry and villainy to rebuke, that its voice must be raised in order to be heard, and it must speak boldly, defiantly and in the thunder tones of righteous denunciation, to startle the people into a realizing sense of the peril which threatens the country from Republican misrule and tyranny.” "By George.” shouted Mr. Bartholomew, "the Republican party is the last, the only bulwark between the Republic and eternal ruin. I tell you, sir, once let the Democratic party obtain control of this Government, once let that infamous organization of political thieves, knucks, outlaws and castaways take charge of our political machinery, and we will find ourselves in the hands of a horde of tha most abandoned profligates, the most utterly unprincipled, the most vicious, demoralized, unconscionable, diabolical set of scoundrels that ever cheated the gallows!”

“By the long-horned spoon!” roared Mr. Leatherby, jerking his arm away from Mr, Bartholomew’s hand, “if the satanic and infernal plans of the Republican party were carried out, with all their attendant knaveiy and debauchery, this Government would be a rule of branded malefactors and convicts, a Government of felons, a penal colony in • which the most hopelessly irreclaimable, graceless villains would administer the law. The bad faith of the Republican party, its ignominious record, its vicious tendencies, have shocked the Christian world, and “ You’re a liar," yelled Mr. Bartholomew, “ and you are just like the rest of your besotted, low-lived, ignorant class, a low, mean, pitiful, beggarly, unscrupulous and treacherous set, whose impudence in asking for the votes of honorable men is only equaled by your rapacious and unbridled greed for office, your "You are an old fool!” howled Mr. Leatherby, "a censorious, clamorous, scurrilous, foul-tongued old reprobate, and I disgrace my name when I talk to you on the street. You mistake vituperation and abuse for argument, and you reply to a simple, plain statement of facts with malignant and defamatory slander and calumny because you can’t answer.” “ Shut up!” shrieked Mr. Bartholomew. " Don’t you say another word to me or I’ll slap your ugly mouth! By George, I’ll kick your head off!” “ You can’t do it!” roared Mr. Leatherbv, pulling off his coat and dancing around Mr. Bartholomew. “ I can lick the whole Republican party, from the big whisky thief and ring master in the White House down to the sneak thief that picks pockets at mass-meetings! I can — ” “ You’re a fighting liar, and you daren’t take it un!" howled Mr. Bartholomew, pulling off his coat. Then Mr. Leatherby ran up and kicked him twice while he was struggling in the arms of his coat, but the ola gentleman got loose in a flash and hit Mr. Leatherby a resounding thwack on the- nose with his cane, and when Mr. Leatherby stopped to hold a handkerchief over his bleeding probocis, .Mr. Bartholomew got in a couple more real good ones with •; his cane; then Mr. Leatherby went for the rocks in the macadamized street. .He broke two windows in a grocery before he hit Mr. Bartholomew, when he caught the old gentleman on the side of the head and dropped him. Then Mr. Bartholomew took to the stone pile and hit a young lady on the other side of the street, and Mr. Leatherby hurled a tremendous big rock, which missed the old gentleman and blacked the eye of a policeman who was coming to separate them, but was so incensed that he arrested them, and they were each fined ten dollars and costs for fighting in the street. And they both firmly believe that the unbridled hatred and unreasonable recriminations and abuse of the daily papers is iniquitous in its influence ana should be suppressed for the*good of society.— Burlington HawkEgo.

A Grand Potlatch.

Thebe was a mighty gathering of Indians at Saanich yesterday. Upward of 3,u00 redskins, in 275 canoes, were present. The occasion of the assemblage was a grand potlatch of over $15,000 worth of goods being given away. English blankets to the value of $5,000 were thrown from the top of the lodges to be scrambled for by the natives below, who stood armed with long poles stuck full of nails at one end, to secure the prize as soon as it fell. In addition to these, some curious “percecees,” made by the natives themselves from the wool of the mountain sheep, were also thrown. Three hundred guns, amongst which were some very fine doublebarreled pieces with percussion locks, were then thrown down, and caused a series of tremendous struggles, which lasted in some cases for nearly an hour. Pieces of board representing sums ranging from SIOO to SSOO were then scrambled for after the same fashion. Three brothel’s gave 3,500 blankets as their contribution, which had all been paid for by the products of the chase. The stock of gifts being exhausted, the natives all got into their canoesand left, thus ending one of the largest meetings of the kind which has taken place for some years, and probably the last of any magnitude which will occur, as the rising generation of Indians seem to care little about perpetuating the customs of their forefathers, and this, as well as many other practices, will soon be numbered among the things of the past. All was conducted soberly, and the Indian Superintendent. Col, Powell, and Police Superintendent Todd, who were present, were struck with- the absence of guy sign of intoxication.— British Cvium•ta C’etaust . .y .A.-zJ' : Thb Vermont State Prison has now 117 prisoners, against eighty-five in 1874. The institution has been run at a profit of $4 705. though $1,498 have been spent in refurnishing and finishing it- The Directors find Superintendent have been fighting for two years, and the Directors wittit tiie Legislature to give them power to appoint all prison officers.

PERSONAL AND LITERARY

—Gem John B. Frtrtrte, of Vtttejo; Cal., who three years ago was worth $2,000,000, is to-day penniless, the result of Ipjudicious operations in mining stocks. —lt was the desire of the late Francis P. Blair that the bearers at his funeral fihoUld be chosen from among his grandsons. In compliance with bis wish, eight sons of the late Gen. F. P. Blair, of the late James Blair, and of the Hon. Montgomery Blair acted in that capacity. —Pope was a poet with queer habits. He was fretul and petulant, and expected that everything should give way to his ease. If be felt drowsy in company he would go to sleep without ado, and once slumliered at his own table while the Prince of Wales was talking of poetry. —Dean Swift was sometimes parsimonious, and is charged by Johnson with " niggardly reception of his friends and scantfneM of entertainment,“as when he had two guests at bis house he would ret at supper a single pint upon the table, and, having himself taken two small glasces, would retire, and say: * Gentlemen, I leave you to your wine.’ ”

—The Ban Francisco Pott says that in every case the opinion was that Mr. Lick, although somewhat eccentric, was perfectly sane. The lawyers seem to be divided upon the question cf sanity. John B. Felton and Col. W. H. L. Barnes have declared that the trusts will hold and that Lick was sane. J. W. Patterson hazards the opinion that the philanthropist was almost as mad as a March hare, and that the trusts will be brushed aside like so manv cobwebs when the issue is brought before the courts. It is apparent that Samuel M. Wilson, the leader of the bar of the State, entertains a similar opinion. —Mr. Carlyle was made the victim of a singularly idiotic mistake on Saturday. On that evening literary circles in London were thrilled to the very core by a report that ffie illustrious sage of Chelsea had cut his throat. You may imagine the excitement the story caused, ana you would scarcely believe that it was widely credited. A literary undertaker of one leading journal, whose obituary notices are somewhat famous, is said to have rushed home in a cab when he heard the news, and to have sat up till the small hours writing Mr. Carlyle’s memoir. I need hardly say that the whole story was a ridiculous falsehood. — Glaeqcw Newt. —lt is a great thing to be able to see a point. Here is a happy instance of. ability in that line. A countryman, wandering with his wife through the art galleries of the Philadelphia Exhibition, stood before Riviere’s picture of Circe and the companions of Ulysses. He gazed earnestly at the painting, wondered what was meant by the handsome young woman playing on her lyre, while a herd of swine wallowed and tumbled about at her feet. He then looked up the picture in his catalogue and pondered over the title, "The Companions of Ulysses.” Said he: “ Well, if that isn’t the hardest slap Old Grant’s got yet.” — “Bric-a-Bric,” in Scribner for November.

Rules for Making Bouquets.

Ist. The color of the vase to be used is of importance. Gaudy reds and blues should never be chosen, for they conflict with the delicate hues of the flowers. Bronze or black vases, dark green, pure white, or silver, always produce a good effect, and so does a straw basket, while clear glass, which shows the graceful clasping of the stems, is perhaps prettiest of all, 2d. The shape of the vase is also to be thought of. For the middie of a dinnertable, a round bowl is always appropriate, or a tall vase with a saucer-shaped base. Or, if the center of the table is otherwise occupied, a large conch shell, or shellshaped dish, may be swung frrtm the chandelier above, and with plenty of vines and feathering green, made to look very pretty. Delicate flowers, such as lilies of the valley and sweet-peas, should be placed by themselves in slender tapering glasses ; violets should nestle their fragrant purple in some tiny cup, an.i pansies be set in groups, w ith no gayer flowers to contradict their soft velvet hftes; and— Uiis is a hint for summer—few tilings are prettier than balsam-blossoms, or double variegated hollyhocks, massed on a flat plate, with a fringe of green to hide the edge. No leaves should be interspersed with these; the plate will look like a solid mosaic of splendid color. 3d. Stiffness and crowding are the two things to be specially avoided in arranging flowers. What can be uglier than the great tasteless bunches into which the ordinary florist ties his ware, or what more extravagant ? A skillful person will untie one of these, ari, adding green leaves, make the same flowers into half a dozen bouquets, each more effective than the original. Flowers should be grouped as they grow, with a cloud of light foliage in and about them to set off their forms and colors.

4th. It is better as a general rule not to put more than one or two sorts of flowers into the same vase. A great bush with roses, and camelias, and carnations, and feverfew, and geraniums growing on it all at once would oe a frightful thing to behold ; just so a monstrous bouquet made up of all these flowers is meaningless and ugly. Certain flowers, such as heliotrope, mignonette, and myrtle, mix well with everything; but usually it is lietter to group flowers with their kind—roses in one glass, geraniums in another, end not try to make them agree in companies. sth. When you do mix flowers, be careful not to put colors which clash side by side. Scarlets and pinks spoil each other; so do blues and purples, and yellows and mauves. If your vase or dish is a veiy large one, to hold a great number of flowers, it is a good plan to divide it into thirds or quarters, making each diviflon perfectly harmonious within* itself, and then blend the whole with lines of green and white, and soft neutral tint. Every group of mixed flowers requires one little touch of yellow to make it vivid; but this must be skillfully applied. It is good practice to experiment with this effect. For instance, arrange a group of maroon, scarlet and white geraniums with green leaves, and add a single blossom of goldcolored calceolaria, you will see at once that the whole bouquet seems to flash out and become more brilliant. —“ Flowers in Winter," in St. Nicholas, Non.

A New Flying Machine.

The desire of Mr. W. J. Lewis, of No. 27 West Tbirtv-fifth street, to have his newly-invented “ flying machine” thoroughly investigated by scientific men, as stated in the World of yesterday, has been in a measure gratified, and not without profit to the inventor. Yesterday afternoon several scientific men assembled in bis apartment, and were convinced that man is not so immeasurably behind the cat-bird as has been all along supposed. A scientific prestige having now been i given to the machine, readers of the World will doubtless take an interest in its construc-

tiqn. For lack of funds the construction it at present very crude. Mr. Lewis in fact has as yet created but the germ of the wingfid locomotive, upon which, if pecuniarly assisted, he expects at no very distant date to go to Philadelphia 'in the space of ten minutes clock time. The flying engine yesterday exhibited may be described as follows: A huge watchspring weighing several pounds is connected with an upright shaft, upon which are arranged- -one at the top and one half way up —two propeller wheels, the flanges of which are made of stifl paper, and are made of a peculiar shape, in which shape, by the way, is said to be the secret of the aerial locomotion. Upon the springs being wound up the propellers are set in rapid motion, and instantly the apparatus leaves terra firms and soars in the twinkling of an eye to the ceiling. To raise 100 pounds Mr. Lewis estimates that it will be necessary for his “ aerial planes*’ (In other words, the flanges of the propeller wheels) to cover twenty square feet of air, which, as the propellers can be arranged one below another on the same mast, he claims is entirely practicable. Claiming that the same law by which he raises four pounds, by steel watchsprings will navigate an aerial steamer as big as any of the White Star ships, he talks enthusiastically about the ship he hopes soon to construct. The keel will be m the shape of a very obtuse angle, the longer side of which will have several masts, each mast Containing a number of propellers whose work will be simply to lift. At the extremity of the shorter side will be a large propeller at right angles to the keel, whose work will be to push. All these propellers will be attached to a universal joint and worked by a powerful steam engine, which will be ir a car suspended from the long portion of the keel. The engine started, at once a double motion will be given to the boat, and it will be lifted ana pushed forward simultaneously. The desired altitude being reached (which will be regulated by the distance to be traveled), all the masts will be by a lever cantea forward to an angle, which will enable their several propeller wheels to push or pull like the one at the stern. The rudder of the craft will be at the bow, and Mr. Lewis claims she will be as easily managed as any ocean steamer. In making a journey of 100 miles it will be necessary to rise to a height of about one mile, and then by partially shutting off steam the ship will descend upon an inclined plane at any speed desired. Mr. Lewis is of the □pinion that by wearing a certain covering for the back portion of the head a man need experience no inconvenience from traveling at the rate of 200 or 300 miles an hour. To exhibit the possibility of giving his boat any desired direction, Mr. Lewis yesterday directed his machine at various angles, and in all instances it flew straight in the direction pointed. Before the introduction of steam as a power in aerial navigation he proposes to construct a boat with pedals, and by the use of his own strength will attempt a journey to Philadfelphia, being quite ready to take any moderate wager that he will reach that city within half an hour from the time of starting. — N. Y. World.

Slaughtering Horses in Berlin.

In Griefswalderstrasse, not far from the new Kingsgate, appears above a high fence a big sign with the inscription • “Central Horse Slaughter House.” Two well-executed horses’ heads in wood, painted brown, are placed at the sides of the sign, as who should neigh “ Step within, honored, yet much tormented equines. Leave behind you all fear of the whips of mankind.” A massive portal leads within to a large, roughly paved court, on the left side of which, in a separate building, is the office of the veterinary surgeon; and on the right the dwelling of the proprietor and the slaughter house. Every horse which is to be slaughtered in Berlin must be brought here alive. The animal is first examined by the veterinarian, and only upon his expressed judgment can it be killed. To-day, from the beams above, are suspended four slaughtered horses, which have been only disemboweled. None of them could have boasted of fatness; but they now seem to rejoice among themselves that they have at last run away from civilized mankind. There are at present sixteen horse butchers in Berlin, who at this tiiqe of the year are pretty busy, for as agricultural labors are nearly ended, the unhappy farm horses are got rid of at cheap rates. And how many horses are disposed of here ? Last year they killed over 4,600. This year the number will be greater. They now slaughter sixteen a day on the average, but frequently as many as twenty-five. And what is the value of a dead horse ? On an average from twenty to thirty thalers. The skin fetches from eight to twelve dollars. The bones are the perquisites of the proprietor; and for them he receives from glue manufacturers and bone burners a remunerative little sum. The larger viscera, such as the liver,

heart and milt are sold as food for dogs. The small intestines, after being cleaned and salted, are sent to seaports, where they are utilized as envelopes for all those different kinds of preserved meats used on board ships. The blood is emptied into large tin troughs, where the albumen is separated from it and sent to Prague. In that city a large albumen manufactory has for years taken this material on contract Finally, the flesh—but that goes to the horse butchers: and we may readily believe that the 4,600 horses become food. “ The dogs get the most of it,” said our conductor, and then he pointed out a large, clear liver hanging to a post, and remarked that it tasted very much like pig’s liver. “ But what the hound? do not get,” he added, while he seemed to invoke the flavor of horse beefsteaks, “ only poor people eat. Restaurants and such — Heaven preserve us!”—and he became quite serious, did our conductor. Yet we could not help wondering at our own inconsistency. These fine pieces of meat we regarde'l with aversion, while at our feet a dozen ducks were smacking their bills in the gutter, and probably the birds would soon appear before us as savory roasts. There in the stable stood a fat pony, healthy and rotund. Was he also to be slaughtered? Certainly. He had a bad hoof, the curingof which would cost too much in food and time. And there next to him stood—an ass! harpineas and impudence equally blended in his countenance. What was he doing here? He had been raffled away at a Swiss garden. Perhaps a weaver had won him. «nd, finding no room for the little animal under his loom, had sold him to the slaughterers. “And, excellent conductor,” we inquired diffidently, “ what will be done with the ass’s flesh ?” “ Yes —what is to be said—for restaurants and the like is it not—but, heaven preserve us —the flesh of the ass is—yes, it is very often used for sausages!” We thanked our good informant, and took leave. In the nearest restaurant we partook of refreshment, rejoicing in ths mean time that the ass still lived.— Berlin Zmtww.

i. Our Young Beaders. .. f THE NIGHT-GOWN BRIGADE. Vktk has bad the headache all day. And he looks at hie wa<ch in a weary way. Then to the clock, and earn, •' It’s too e ow; Two the children'! bedtime flve minutes ago.” He's tired of cbaUer, tired of noise. And almost, not quite, of his dear little boys. So mamma’s sewing aside is laid. And soon in uniforms white are arrayed Tb<) brave soldier-boys of the Night-gown Brigade. So the rank and the file there are bat three. Of every ono shall an officer be. Like Cfar.stian warriors they say their prayers, Kre they storm the Heights of the dizzy backstairs; And they kiss their friends, ere they face the gloom, : And the nerve-trying mice of the Inmbor-room. Now into the bed they valiantly creep. The very stronghold of the enemy sleep. Who there a snare baa cunningly laid. And »ho in a trice h*» prisoners made Of the soldieitt brave of the Night-gown Brigade. D. K. Barnard, in Nenery.

JIM'S "DOUBLE-RIPPER.”

Jim sat staring into the Are. with a rather doleful expression on his usually sunny countenance. The room was very quiet. No sound save the solemn tick of the clock on the mantel, and the gentle purring of Susie’s pet kitten, who lay cnddletl up in a soft white ball in the most comfortable easy chair in the room, with the usual selfishness of the brute portion of the creation. Thdre Jim sat for half an hour, never moving a muscle and with the same fixed, gloomy look. How much longer he might have remained so lam nnable to say; but as the clock struck the half-hour the door opened, and in rushed little Jack, his round, chubby face very rosy with the cold and his eyes and mouth running over with fun and happi jess. Dear little Jack! He was the light of that humble home. "Little Sunbeam,” his fond mother called him, and Susie and Jim both agreed in thinking him the dearest and most light-hearted little brother in the world. As I said before, he rushed in, at the end of that gloomy half-hour exclaiming: “ Oh! Jim, ain’t you glad? It snows!” No answer came from Jim; only a restless moving on his stool and a scowl on his brow showing plainly that he heard his brother’s eager question. Jack did not notice the scowl; out, after standing half a minute at the window, tore off his scarf and hat, throwing them both on the floor, and dumped himself down in a rocking-chair, right on top of the poor kitty. A yell from puss caused Jack to give a tremendous Ixiund, and Susie to run iu from the next room, seize her beloved cat and take her off to comfort and pet her. Jack, after a few chuckles at his own carelessness, repeated his question: “I say, Jim, ain’t you glad it snows?” This time Jim deigned a sullen “ No, I ain’t.” Jack’s big eyes opened still bigger as he exclaimed: “And why, Jim ?” Well,” said Jim in a vojee that he seldom used to any one, least of all to Jacky, “ ain’t you a little goose ? What’s the use of snow without a sled; and where’s a fellow to get a sled, when he hasn’t a cent of money in the world?” Jack’s toes erew smaller and his face lost its happy expression. He only said: “Oh! I forgot,” and softly left the room. Now Jim was Jack’s idol. He was simply perfect, in his eyes. Wasn’t he the head boy in his class at school ? Didn’t all the teachers praise him and all the boys like him ? How he could play baseball, and foot-ball, too, for that matter. Hadn’t Jack a right to be proud of his big brother? Then, too, he was always very kind to his littltf brother, shared with him all his pleasures, never thought him in the way, and was so much kinder to him than most big boys are to their little brothers. Above all, since father died and left them pretty poor, how nobly Jim talked about helping mother and Susie when lie was a little older and had learned a little more. Yes, indeed, he was a brother to be proud of; and, as Jack walked slowiy down the street, his small breast heavea with sorrow on Jim’s, account, and "Oh! that I had some money;” was the little boy’s thought.

He dived down into hiis pocket; but alas! one two cent piece was all he could muster. He looked sadly at it; and said, in a half mournful, half laughing tone, “ That wouldn’t buy even a piece of rope, I suppose.” A tall and elegant looking gentleman passed him and walked briskly along. “ Now I know that’s a rich man,” said Jack to himself. As he followed him with his eyes wondering how much money he really had, the gentleman drew his handkerchief out of his side pocket ; and with it came a heavy, black object, that fell unnoticed by him to the ground. It took blit a moment for Jack to reach that round leather purse, ard as he picked it up no wicked thought of keeping it came into the dear little boy’s mind. His was too pure a heart for that. I will not say that he did not press it longingly to his bosom and whisper: “Oh! that I might keep it!” for such was, indeed, the case. The gentleman walked quickly on, and it took a pretty good run on JacK’s part to get up with him; but at last he reached him, panting and out of breath, and thrust the purse into the astonished stranger’s hands, finding just voice enough to say: “I saw you chop it.” The kindhearted gentleman was not only glad to get back his property, but he was touched by the honesty of the brave boy by his He held out his hand kindly to Jack. Jack put his little one timidly into it, and looked up to the genial countenance above him with a smile on his chubby face, which won the heart of the gentleman immediately. “Well, my boy,” he said, “lam very much obliged to you. Ana now what can I do for you?” “ Nothing, sir,” said Jack, timidly. “Nothing?" repeated the gentleman. “Is there nothing, then, that you would like? Speak quick, for lam in a hurry.” Jack’s thoughts instantly returned to the picture he had left at home, and, with a;tremendous effort, that he could never have made for himself, he said: “ If you please sir, I would like a sled.” The gentleman smiled, and said, in a reassuring tone: “That’s right. I like a frank boy. Follow me, my lad.” Jack found it ra her hard for his short, fat legs to keep up with thp’long, limber ones of his companion; bin he had not far to go, for they soon halted before a hardware store, and, as the polite clerk opened the door to admit them, the gentleman once morejtumed and addressed the little boy. “ What kind of a sled shall it be?" said he. “If you please, sir, a doubleripper,” said Jack, with another effort. The clerks and the gentleman, indulged in a slight laugh at Jack’s expense; but he forgot all about that when one of the clerks exlaimed: “We have just the thing you wank It was brought here to be sold this morning.” Ana he immediately produced the lonngest, jollicst “ ouble-ripper” that ever gladdened the eyes of a boy. - It was soon bought and paid for, and Jack left the store, tugging bdiiud him

the precious sled, rope having also been aupplisMl The deck offered to wnd ithome for him, but "No. it might get lost,’’ said Jack; •* I wiH take it myself.” When once more on the pavement, the stranger informed Jack he must leave him. And Jack, forgetting his usual timidity, grasped his hand and said, while tears of Joy awam in his eyes, " Oh, six! I thank you.” “ Not at all, my fine fellow; not at all. It is I who thank you. Only a small part of the money in that puree was paid for your sled.” And then he walked away hastily down the street, and he left behind him the happiest boy in the world, I know. Jack fairly flew home (in spite of his heavy load), and rushed into the house to find Jim. That young gentleman, having recovered his spirits for the time, but still scowling whenever he glanced at the window and saw the newly-fallen snow, was hard at work over his algebra. "Jim! Jim! Please look at what I have got. It’s a present from me to you Jim.” Jim looked, he jumped, he rubbed his eyes, he fairly yelled: “My stare! A * double-ripper!’ ” Then followed the whole story, with mother and Susie and poor abused kittv as extra listeners; and little Jack was the center of a very happy and excited group until all was told.' Jim wss veiy much Overcome when he thought of his little brother’s rare unselfishness in offering to him his own beautiful gift, and first refused to take it. Then, when Jack insisted, he said: We will share it together.” Rut this did not satisfy Jacky, and at length Jim was forced to accept the sled as a present from his dear brother J ack. How the boys enjoyed that sled all winter! It beat every sled on the race course, and every boy in town was happy to have a ride on it. Jack says he has had many happy times in his life; but he never expects to enjoy a day more than he did the one in which the kind gentleman presented him with “ Jim’s Double Ripper.” —Roea A. Murdock, in N. Y. Independent. -

—A fatal accident of a frightful character occurred at a quarter before five o’clock yesterday afternoon at the Curtis Stove Works, on the corner of Main and Anna streets. A few moments before that time Alonzo Neely, a grinder, was seen at work in front of an emory wheel, which was about flve feet in diameter. The workman who saw him left the room, and, returning in a few moments, found that the wheel had, as a result of its rapid revolution, burst, and instantly killed Neely. One piece struck him in the side and tore his body open from the armpit to the elbow, breaking file ribs into fragments and revealing all the internal onrans. The body was a most horrible sight, and hn immense pool of blood had collected around it.— St. Louie Republican. The new tunnel being built under the Thames is intended chiefly for the use of about 8,000 workmen who have to cross at that point, and who are often detained by fog that stops the boats. I( will be an iron tube nine feet in diameter, lighted with gas, thoroughly ventilated, and only for pedestrians. , —A young lady while riding to Lebanon, Pa., the other day, in the stage, noticed a peculiar sensation at her neck, but could not divine the cause. After arriving there she complained to a young lady, who made an examination, and. found a mouse had secreted itself in her dress.

Forestalling Disease.

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