Bloomington Courier, Volume 7, Number 40, Bloomington, Monroe County, 6 August 1881 — Page 3

TBE BORDER LAND.

In fleshy weakness as abort 1 He, And through the casement catuh the gen tie swing - ; Of emorald bouglts against the sapplilve sky, And lis?: the swoet wild birds their vespers sing, I have nc wish but my ti red soul to lay Upon the bosom of Hie Good and Great: To fold niy hands in meak content and say, Well if thon, bidst to como, well if to

- walk-

One woid, "Forgive," embraces all past -- years.

WUhp-aise for present gifts my heart runs

o'er, -,

While through the miss of silent, tranquil

tea)s Gleams the fax vision of a golden door. Stands it ajar for me thi 5 summer night?

To greet mo there are my lost angels met?

Am 1 so j;oou to share their pure delight?

Hark!j;i soft voice responsive sait-h, ikNot

yet."

Go back once more a simnle child to school

The world's wide battle school of toil and

heat; Follow no law but Chris.tTs most loving rule, And bring each day new trophies to His feet. Somo selfish aim eubiued, dark passion slain. Some sweet forgiveness of a bitter wrong, Some ter der solace of a brother pain, Some sorrow bravely borne In duty strong. "And aye the more vou wrestle on to know, And knowing, walk tho path, the Master trod, Your all of hope in lowlier homage throw Upon the mercy 01 the perfect God." Ah, yes4. "WhenSslckness nnio death goes by, The border land shou td ba a holy place A glorious mount of pause- 'twist earth and sky. - Where finer air giveisouls a deeper grace. So be itmine henceforth In chastened mood TGf-wear my lengthened years, forgetting nevsr The Pis:ah hight where I this night have stood, - : And gUmpsed ,afar .tho home beyond the river. - - Goad Words,

The doctor spraner to his feet and T luxurienee of vegetation

grasped his old friends hand.

ROMANCE OF A POCKET-BOOK.

I was just twenty-five when I met Alice Thorne, the daughter and heiress of George Thorne, the great banker. I fell desperately in love with the charming girl, knowing well that such love was ufcrer madness. Her father was re ported to be a very proud, ambitious man, who would look higher for ason-ox-law. I felt that he would not so much its give a hearing to my suit ; and as to winning her without his consent, what would that bring to her but misery? I had nothing with which to repay or compensate her for the sacrifice "or such a marriage with my poverty. So we bade good -by without a word of. explanation, though 1 knew she read the anguisn in my heart, and tears were in the soft eyes averted from me. Scarcely had I got back to town, and was striving" earnestly to drown vain regret in the bustle and interest of business when a terrible misfortune fell upon me. Mr. Overton had given a check for 820,000, desiring me to go to

the bank and get it cashed. Haviug executed the commission and returned, imagine my horror on discovering that the pocket-book containing the money wasgone. Whether stolen by villains or lost by my own carelessness, what mattered it ? It was gone and I was utterly ruined. . What I suffered during the next few hours God only knows; aud when, after being dismissed, I returned to my own room,,! was very nearly desperate; not only had I lost a lucrative position, but my future seemed to be irretrievaoiy blasted, for there are suspicions which are as fatal to a man morally, as would be physically the wound of a riSe ball. But I was young and of a hopeful nature and began to realize that I. had been leniently dealt with.. Oh realizing all that had happened after my leaving the bank. j?nd the niter impossibility of the pot;ket-book eeing taken from he breast pocket of my coat, I came to the ernelueion that I must have dropped it, aud thereupon I resolved to have recourse to aH means in my power to recover the money. : v I axlvertlsed daily in all the prominentjouraais, not offering the customary reward, butdeseribi?g my unfortunate posit ten, my ho in ir lost and my fortune bhghted.7 For two weeks I kept my losi before the public, and had almost bgau to despair nt any favorable iesu t, when one morning a stranger came to me a tali; dark, stern looking man, who regarded me with a pair of kindly brown ey es, suae had

someoung familiar in them. The stranger declined the seat Ioffer.ei to him, and teganatonce, speaking TOusCjuely and to the point. "I have heard of your loss, said he. I have read your advertisement in the papers, and 1. feel deeply interested m and lor you. I have Jmt left your late employers, and after the satisfactory manner in which ail ray inquiries were answered, I became your suretv for the $20,000." "What?" I sprang toward him in the wildest excitement. uOh, sir," I" began , bat he stoooed me. 'Let me finish;" said he. "I've done this lecause I am convinced that you are an upright, honest man, and the greatest proof o my confidence I can give you is that 1 am about to offer you ihe posHioc ofeashier iu my banking house. My name, sir, is George Thome." George Thorne, the father of the Ahco, the girl that I loved! Ah, the mystery was solvei? It was of helms eyts had reminded me; it was to her I wa3 indebted for his hel p. Fifteen years had flown since the day I lost the poekft book. I had now become a prosperous man. surrounded by att-tiieMuxuries which wealth affords. Iha3 found in Mr. Thome more than

, i. iuituu a ineuu. unuer a

"Well. s.nd generouslv done I p said

he; but Mr. Thorne interrupted him, "I am not well," he said faintly. "Z suffer greatly let me go to my room." The nex" day he sent for m3 to come to his private orifice. I found him looking paie aud haggard. ....... "Sit dovn, my dear Arfchur,"said he in a low voice, "and listen to me. For

a '. ong time I have had a confession to make to you, one' that weighs on me s heavily that I must ease my conscience of its load. I can better bear to do so now, that I have in a measure made some amends for the trouble I

"Tlie trouble you caused me, "cried I.

"You have been the most cenerous of

men to me. It is through your kind

ness I occupy my present position ;ie is

to you rowe my happiness, and more

than all, my honor."

Mr. Thorne opened his desk aud took

from it a pocket-book.

"Do you remember this?" said he, as

he placed it in my hand. "Yes," replied I, "itis the one Host; but how"

I could not finish my question. The truth stared mo in the face. I sprang

to my feet m dismay. "Great heavens!" I cried; "you found the money?" "Aye, and kept it," he groaned,with anguish in bis voice. "But oh! do not condemn without hearing me. Yesterday you heard Dr. Ponard allude to the great losses I had sustained by the failure in Philadelphia, I did not dare to make)njr embarassment known, as that would have hastened my ruin my ruin ! God knows it was not for myself that I eared, but for Alice, my darling child. It was on the 14th of

Dece 01 be r t bat you lost the money. Oh, I shall never forget the date. It

was on that day that I meditated cuicide. I was short $20,000 to meet

my natalities, maturing on me 15th. 1 was. , overwhelmed with despair:- the air of the office seemed to

stifle me, and I rushed into the street. I had hardiy gone teu yards when my foot struck something. It was your pocket-book. I opened it and the sight turned me giddy and faint. Then commenced wi'hin my breast one of those moral s truggles which, even to the

lUUlUliJ, K iiiiii vuvu .iruivU) . I was miserably vanquished. ; The next day I satisfied all claims against me. To -die world I'was George Thorne an hone st, u plight man; to myself I was nothing but a malefactor. You know tlie rest. Through my guilt you passed two weeks of indescribable anguish. I. have since endeavored to make restitution for the misery I caused! but I also suffered Moral atonements are the most cruel, because eternal. I have known and yet feel the bitterness of exphition. Say, my soncan you forgive my crime?" Could I "forgive? I looked at the pallid ace, anguished eyes. What were my sufferings of those two terrible weeks compared with the secret pain and shame this man had borne for years?--this man, "the victim of one solitary deviation from rectitude, so uprigh t in all else, and whose life since had been one of atonement. I grasped

his nanus, tears hlled my eyes.

'"Father." I cried, "Alice's father

and mine, all is forgiven, forgotten. Do I not owe all the happiness ot my life to that same lost pocket-book?" ,. t , ; Died ot tocf Much Public School. Indianapolis Journal. We published, a day or two since, a short paragaph from the N. Y Tribune with the above caption, referring to a death from the overwork of a pupil in the New York public schools. The chief significance to this community of such an item is the evidence it affords that the nnilady which affects us is not local. Indeed, this is the most alarming feature of what men are pleased to call our public school "system." It is a system as unbending and unyielding as the A'sys tern" of drill in any , army. The individuality of the pupil, and of the teacher as . well, is wholly swallowed up in the "system," so that a teacher who dares to utter or practice the least dissent is as unceremoniously decapitated, as the unlucky pupil would bejieid back or expelled who shows more or less capabilities than the regulation standard? We do ... not misstate tlie facts when we say that such a teacher as Prof. Hoshour, or Thomas H. Sharpe, or Dr. Lynch, was forty years ago would not be accepted

in our High School, without some special preparatory train iug. We have no idea that Miss Merril, at auy time in the last twenty 3Tears of her unrivaled success as a teacher, could have been admitted into any department of our public schools wi tho u t being required to abandon some of her methods and substitute those of the public scnool "system." Imagine the venerable Ho3hour, in Us aplmy days, calling out the eiass in English grammar and saying : 1 4 Mr. Morton, please analyze the following sentence: 'That blaek horse is certainly a good

traveler.' " And the young man begins: "This is a simple declarative sentence containing a subject, predicate, modal and copula. The words, 'That black horse,' is the grammatical subject of The sentence, because it ex presses the subject of the thought. The wordhore' is the logical subject, because it expresses the principal subject of thought, and is modified by the adjectives 'that' and ... 'black.' The words 4is certainly ! is the grammatical copula, aud is used to assert tJbe predicate of thought of the subject of

tnougnt.

copula.

The verb is' is tbe lotrtcal

The word 'certainlv' . is a

modal, and modifies the logical copula

is. ine worus a eood traveler7, is the

4'

bru3Cue .manner he-had a - heart of ! predicate of the sentence, because it

gold.

lwa3 soon made partner, and when.

on u cert-am blessed day, I teeaine the husband or Alice, and his son-in-law, he presented me with a receipt for the $20,000 that hii psid to the Messrs Overton for my loss. ... iw S time went on The banking house known as the firm of Thome & Waliaee was in a-thiiving condition. I had a beautiful wife and two lovely children, and yet with sh the sources of happiness, I was not quite eon tan Led there wa- a crease in tae rose reaf. For some time paHt I had been vainly endeavoring to account f.r the extraordinary inter st wliicb my father-in-law had fira; taken in me, beeuuse I discovered, as 3 grew older and saw more of this

sellisn egotistical world, that very few such generous aclions were performed without motive, and the solution of thi. to me, difficult problem,frequently occupied my though ts. About thi3 time Dr. Ponard, one of Mr. Thome's most intimate friends arrived in New Yorfr, and one morning, while . sitting at breakfast, expressed great surprise at the numerous advertisements in" the paper. rel&tiog to mcney lost aird found. 4-Wen," said he, "I have not the least sympai by f.r those who lose mon ey. They are ge u era! ly cai eless, stupid people, not fir to he trusted; although I remember having heard of a yoang man who lost a pescket-book, some years ago, containing $20,000,and I declare when I read his piteous appeils, which were in all the napers.my heart fairly ached for him. But " continued h addressing my father-in-Jaiv, whi had fcecome very pale, "you ought to remember the circumstance, for it oceurreo just at the time of the gr sat failure of Phiiadelphitt, by which yc u were so heavy a loser." "Yes, IreeoUect the affair," replied Mr. Thorne, who appeared to be suffeiing; - "I never heard," continued thf docsor, what became of that poor devil; and yet J saould like to knw." Shon!d ,quTf said 1. Jauehing "fn let me satii fy your curt osifv. f, Ar tfcur Wallace, am that poor -evil dieter, saved irom ruin and despair bv my bsnefactor here." A nd then f remembered all the-uvents of the last fifteen years.

expresses the object of thought. The

word 'traveler is the logical predicate, because it expresses the principal thing asserted of the subject, by means of the copula, rt is niodifi ed bv the words a' and 'good.' " .S'Tut! tut, Oliver," the vigorous educator would have said, "You will never become Governor or senator if you take up your time in cramming your young mind with such a rigmarole of stuff as that." fs it any wonder that so many die of too much public school when every one, without regard to age or sex, is' put through a drill which requires them to commit to memory such twaddle as that? Yet we do not despair of our public schools. : A swing to that extreme ot the arc was not unnatural when wo relegated to the professional teacher the entire control of our schools, and in the form of a close corporation a -lowed teachers to dictate modes to the utter ignoring of the methods which had produced profound scholars for oges, ..Ic is to be hoped that the inevitable reaction will not carry our schools to the other extreme. We hail as an omen of good, private schools among us. We hope they will not entirely supersede the public schools as a means of educating the children of the richer portion of the community, but by their greater, elasticity they will compel the relaxation , of many of the arbitary regulations which now destroy or greatlv militate against public schools. Meanwhile, we have no hesitancy fn saying that, as our public schools are now conducted, all who can atferd the expense will do well to consult their children's mental and physical developement by sending to these xrivate schools until there is less of machine artel more individuality both in teachers and their methods. Tlie public schools must be "Boycotted" to a degree that will be felt by the authorities if reform is ever to come.

is such that

wheat does not form ears. In Japan, it is said, tho wheat has been so developed by the Japanese farmers that no matter how much manure is used the straw will not grow larger, though the length of the ears increases. The height is rarely more than two feet, and often not more than 20 inches. Through se lection winter wheat has been changed to summer wheat in three years, and summer wheat converted in die same time to winter wheat. In general, wheat is the ino.t esteemed of the cereal production&y but in Abyssinia,

according to Parky us, the flour of the "tefP7 or i'dogussa," scarcely palatable to Europeans, is preferred bv tl: e na

tives to my other grain. Isis was supposed to have introduced wheat into. Xypt, Dementer into Greece, and the Emperor Chin-Wong into China, about S000 B.C. In Europe it was cultivated before the period of history, as samples have . been re

covered from the Jacuatnne dwellings

of Switzerland. In England it

TABLE TALK.

A negro escaped from a chain

aud ran so hard that

was

probably not culti vated by the ancient Britons, .but the Anglo-Saxons When Bede wrote, early in the 6:1 h century, sowed their wheat in the spring, and in tlie days of Queen Elizabeth its cultivation was but partial. Indeed, wheat was an article of comparative luxury

till nearlv the 17th century. In India

wheat seems not to be native, but:

introduced, for its Sanscrit name signi

ties "food of the burbarian yet three

varieties are mentioned in the Bhava-

prakasa, one of which, a larae-grained,

is said to have come from the West,and

another, a small-grained, or beardless

wheat, is said to have been indigenous

to Middle India.

The first wheat raised in the li2$ew

World" was sown, by the Spaniards on

the island of Isabelui. m January, 1494,

and on March 30th the ears were gath

ered. The foundation ot the wheat

harvest of Mexico is said to have been

three or four grains carefully eullivat

ed in 1530, ami preserved by a slave of

Cortez. The first crop of Quito was

raised bv a Franciscan monk in front

of the convent. , Garcilasso de la Vea

affirms that in Peru,upto lf47ivheaten-

bread had not been sold at Cusco.

Wheat was first sown by Gosnold on Culryhune.one of the Elizabeth islands

in Buzzard's Bay, ofr Massachusetts, in 1602, when he first explored the coast.

In 1604, on the island of St Croix near Calais, Me., the Sieur de Monts had some wheat sown, which flourished finely. In 1611 the first w a eat appears to have been sown in Virginia. In 1626 samples of wheat grown in the Dutch colony of New Netherlands wereshuwm in Holland. It is probable that wheat was sown in t he Plymouth colony prior

to 1729. thouch we Jiud no r?cords of

it, and in 1720 wheat was ordered from England to be used as seed. In 171S wheat was introduced iuto the Valley of the Mississippi by the 11 Western Company." In 1799 it was among the cultivated crups of the Pimos Indians of the Gila River, New Mexico.

A Little Freak in a Despotism. During a soiree given at the Winter palace in St. Petersburg, in the reign of Czar Nicholas, some fort3r years ago, the conversation happened to turn upon luxuriant growths of hair, and a Governor of a distant province remarked that he had frequently noticed in the ehiief town of his government, a venerable Jew, whose countenance was adorned by a beard of extraordinary length and beauty. "How I should like to see him!" ejaculated a lady smiling win uingly at the narrator. "Your highnesses least wishes are commands," replied the Governor. And that very night a courier was dispatched to tue provincial capital ' with a peremptory order that the Hebrew should be forwarded to him without delay. On receipt of this command, the local authorities at ouce called (he Jew to be conveyed post-hanre to fcSfc. Petersburg. His protestations of innocence were ignored. When, after traveling for. more than a fortnight, he reached his destination, the police officials learning from hi3 escort that ho had been sent thither a the express order of the Governor, assumed that he must be a criminal of the deepest dye. Accordingly they thmst; him into a'dungeon, having first caused his hair to be clipped close and his heard shaved off, in conformity with prison regulations. By this time several week3 had elapsed since the conversation above alluded to had taken place, and the lady's whim had been forgotten alike by herself and the Governor. As therefore no questions were asked about the luckless Hebrew, ho remained immured in his cell, and might have spent the remainder of his days there had not his relatives, wealthy traders, bestirred themselves to obtain his release. When they succeeded in directing official attention to his case,it came out to the infinite amusement of the Russian court, that his beautiful beard, the motive of his martyrdom,had long since ceased to exist, and with it the necessity for his further sojourn in St. Petersburg. He was, there fore, set at liberty, grimly congratulated on his "lucky escape," and solemnly warned 'never to do it asrain."

here,

been that

A Short History of Wheat. Mi fi ers National Magazine. . The varieties of wheat tie almost numberless, and their chariie-crs vary widely under the influence of cultivation and climate. There aro said to be 180 distinct varieties in the museum of Cornel' university, On t be w lope of (he

mountain; of Mexico and -alaj& the wanting to see you so bad

Billy the Kid Trilled, at Las V?gas, N. M., .Tub, 18. The notorious outlaw, "Billy the Kid," was

killed last Saturday morning at Fort

Sumnei 120 miles distant from on the Pecos River. Billy had stopping with the Mexie-m?; in

vieinity disguised as one of them ever since his escape from th Lincoln county jail. Pat Garrett, Sberiff of Lincoln county, has been on His track for some time, and ou the day above mentioned arrived at Fori; Sumner, having been put on the track by some Mexicans, lie had to threaten their lives in order to get them to divulge the Kid's whereabouts. About midnight Sheriff Garett entered the room of "one Pete Maxwell, a large stock owner residing at the Fort, and supposed to have knowledge of the fugitive's exact whereabouts. Garret had not been in the room over twenty minutes when the Kid ente rred in hh stocking feet, knife in hand, and ostensibly for the purpose of buying some meat. He immediately observed Garrett eroucbing at the head of the bed, and asking Maxwell what that was, drew his revolver. Maxwell made no an swer, but proceeded .to crawl toward the foot of the bed. Had he answered giving Garrett's name, Billy wouid have killed him at once, as he is adeud shot. Billy moved slightly, getting into the moonlight then shiniugin at the window. Garrett, recognizing him, fired, the ball passing through his heart. He fell with his knife in one hand and his revolver in the usher. Garrett,

thinking him not dead, fired again but rai8sed Had bis first shot failed, he would have been riddled by bullets, as the Kid is coolly desperate and very accurate iu aim when in close quarcers. His death is bailed with great joy throughout this section of thecountiw, as he had sworn he would kill several prominent citizens, and had already slain fifteen or eighteen men. His real name is McCarthy, and he is a New Yorker by birth, Fashionable Affection. Galvestoh N&ws. There is occasionally a good deal of mutuality in people not wanting io see each other. Yesterday a handsomelydressed lady called at a fashionable residence on Galveston avenue. There was the inevi table small boy playing in the front yare. ..... 'Your mother is not in. is ehe?" asked the visitor.

"I thought, she always went about this time in the afternoon.-? "I reckon she would have gone

if she had'kuown you was coming; she said 80 the other day," Just then tho front door, opened and the lady of the house appeared. They rushed into each other's arms sin ack ! smack! yum yum yum how glad I am to see you! Yumyou have not

baen to see me for an ajre. I have been

I ;etc.

out

out

near Macon, Ga

he fell dead.

A chimnev 250 feet hierh is to be

built at La Salle, Til., to cany oil the noxious fumes of a soda ash factory. Catharine Mitchell of Boston gave her three children whiskey, a nd they

were found lying insensible besifie her.

Tn eir ages were 5. 3, and 2 yeiws. . The City Council of Vienna has appointed a man to shoot down the sparrows with an air eruu at the rate

of 40 .o 50 a day. This is done because their twitter drowns the notes of the singing birds. A Kentucky girl of shifting affections said yes to two"men, and allowed both to obtain marriage license.?. They met at her house on the appointed day, and she made a final choice between them Forbes's Tourists, &c, gives the following capacitv of churches: St

Peter's, 54,000 people;St. Paul's 35,000; otre Dame, 20,000; St. Stephen's, Vienna, 1 2,4000 ;St. Mark's Venice aud Milan, 7,000, A trustee of the Lutheran church at Poestenkill, N. Y.? carried off the communion vessels on withdrawing from membership, and used them on his

own table. The pastor has sued for their recovery. An Englshman who has just pub lished his observations during a tour of this country concludes that the most striking and thouroughly American products he saw across were Pob Inger.3oll and Maud S. Tuchmaun & Co., of Itondon have invented a fire extinguishing preparation which can be kept in powder or in

solution. They claim that it is not only more speedy and effectual in action than water, but that nothing once sprinkled with it will ignite. It excites much attention. A gang of tramp3 have taken, possession of Laman Place, Pa., and are making it very unpleasant: for the inhabitants. They have a regular camp and live well, stealing calve3,pig?, fowls hamsand vegetables by the wholesale, and begging bread, salt and penper, and butter from the farmers' wives. They also milk the farmers' cows. It is customary amonqr fashionable people in London to publish births as well as marriages and deaths. Four Philadelphians will be likely to read the birth columns in the Loudon newspapers closiely hereafter. They have been bequeathed $50,000 aeh by the late Alfred D. Jeesup: but these

bequests are based on the remote con-

uugfcH.iuy mill tincy ui.vuj.'.ufj t, of whom are married and one about to

be, all die childless.

Mississippi county, Mo. is the great watermelon region of the world. Over

4,000 acres are this year devoted to

watermelons alone, ana tue yield is

about, a car load au :icre, ?o that 4,000 ear loads will be shipped to Rfc. Louis, Cincinnati, Detroit, aud Indianapolis.

Contracts have been made with many

farms at $110 a'car. The general prices run from $60 to $160 a car during the

season.

ritish India supports a population

of 243 persons to the square mile,

against ISO in France aud 200 in England. Whenever the population exceeds 200 to the square mile it ceases to

be a rural, and nas to live to a greater or less extent by manufactures, min

ing, or city industries, keeping in view that ninety per cent, of the rural population of India live more or less by the tillage of the soil, it is easy to un

derstand that, owing to the extreme

density of population, the struggle for existence is extremely hard.

Mrs. Nealus of Cincinnati weut to a.

Fourth of Julv pic-uic without permission, and Mr. NM a dseiplinarian, was so much annoyed that he lit a fire under the floor where h.r bed stood., That night she and her children would

have been suffocated had not tho hoi;

weather, by keeping neighbors awake,

caused the fire to be promptly discovered. As it was, Mr. Nealus's action

iuvotved the burning of four houses.

There is hardly any difference in tho

looks of the twin Bowsers of Jauesviile Wis., but one of them is a drunken

1 oafer while the other is an exem plary Christian. The loafer kissed a woman

unbidden in the street, and her husband by mistake knocked the Christian down. Her very muscular brother, when the mistake was explained,

went out with the avowed purpose of righting the matter by whipping the

real offender tremenduously : but he

met the Christian, refused to believe

his protestations that a second blunder

was being made, and thrashed him sa

that he almost died.

"Julius, is you better dis mornine:?"

No: I was better yesterday, but Is'e

gotoberdat." "Amdereno hope ob yourdiscobery?" "Discobery of what?"

Your discobery from the convales

cence wnat am Jetcnmer you on your

back." "Bat depends, sah, altogeddah on de prognostification which implies de disease; should dey contiuue fatally, de doctor thinks ise a gone coon; should doy not continue fatally, he hopes dis cullud individual wou't die ciis time. But, as I said afore, dat all depends on de prognostics; aud till dese come to a head dere am no telling wed ler dis pusson will come to a dfisconuation or odder wise." ... Mr. And Mrs. J, H. Stigers of Gallatin, Mo., were undecided as to win re they should spend the Fourth. She wanted him to have his way.he wanted her to have hers. They decided to toss up a two-cent piece and trust to luck. Their 2 year- 'Id boy was on the floor, and when the coin fell grabbed it and straightway put it in his mouth and attempted to swallow it, It lodged far down in hU throat, and for eleven days there it stayed. Mr. and Mrs. Stigers stayed at home on the Fourth. The baby could eat nothing and could hardly swallow. He was about to die.

when a St. Louis physician fished the

loafer about Washington,, whom nobody ever wanted to see or was able to get Lid of. Ho has now probably gratified the loftiest reach of his ambition. He has immortalzed himself as the meanest sneak of the nineteenth cen tury. There is no .lesson to be learned from isuch a thing as Guiteau. He is not the fruit of despotism, nor the frail; of republicanism. He is not a fruit of anything; he is simply a worra-eaten windfall. His friends canr.ot be charged with neglect of duty, for he has never been idiotic enough fco bo sent, to any asylum for the feble -minded, or crazy enough to be sent to an hospital for the insane; and bin vices

have not heretofore

in

been vigorous the penitenti-

euough to land bin

ary.

rne rooi-KUJer, if the world were

only blessed with such a benefactor,

would have taken him ui hand long

iigo, out in the present imperfect state of human laws there has been noway

to intereiere with Guiteatrs personal

freedom. He will not serve as a warn

ing to parents, for he was well brought

up: nor as a frightful example to boys, for' he did not, in the ordinary sense, fall into evil ways. He was not ruined by bad companions nor by 3trong drink. He was not pointed at a3 a Sabhath-breaker, nor as a scoSer at religion. He ran no course of crime. He had no downfall. All that he ever was he continued to bo up to the day of assassination. He was simply an intellectual weakling without moral sense. He came near killing his own sister once, to whom he was under every obligation for care and support, but still he did not usually manifest a murderous disposition, and Was not considered an unsafe man to have at large. Il matters little what beco mes of

Guiteau. Hanging would be a compliment to hUi intelligence, and would very 1 ikely seem . to him a hen io way of going out of the world. ... His pre decessor in assassination, sixteen years ago, was shot like a dog in the street, aud his crime was never dignified by a trial. If Guiteau's worthless life had somehow been snuffed out in the depot at Washington, Saturday morning, it would have been taxing human nature too much to ask any regrets c-ver his speedy dissolution. . i Traveling on a Motto That Wouid Not Wash. "Yen I dink uf dose dimes at Vickspurg." said HofTenstein, "I veeis sorry for Juke Vilhams. I vent to 1: im ven he opened hi adore und I says : " Vil:amSs I dells you de bdncipal segret uf de wholesale grocery pisness. Ven you buy von doueand parrels uf bork Vfji-o den bounds out uf esch dose parr?! und you make vifty.' ' Veil, Herman, ven I d old him dot he aavs 4HofIenstein, my name was Villiams, my motto vas Irmesd In

efervdiucr und don't get seared in nod-

in r. il re stem, mv vreur, laon't

to dot

MOB. MONISM.

Its Sad 83ide How tho Wow Wifo Brings Misery and Grief Into Efor Husband's Homo.

St. Louis Republican. A lady residing in Salt Lake City writes the following interesting letter concerning Mormon marriages j Some months since Mr. R. brought the beautiful Miss Fiun ell home to be our neighbor a plural Mrs. B. To my surprise I was the recipient of an invitation to attend the supper given in celebration of this event. Mrs. It. (the first) received mo kindly, for away down

deep in her life this woman and I have

qualities in kinship. We sat down to supper at ft o'clock. Mr. R. and his first wife sat at opposite ends of the table. The new Mrs. R. sat bv "Sis

ter Julia." I nad the post of honor at the right of the bridegroom. This new kind of Benedict wore an almost sheepish air and was ill at ease throughout. It dawned upon me at last that my presence on such au occasion was a reproach to me. I was more than ashamed of my own stupidity in yielding to what appeared so plainly as a most vulgar curiosity. In such a mood it was of course difficult to be amiable, and as the best substitute for that amiability due from a guest at a marriage feast, I tried to be witty. Suffice it to say, we succeeded in stinging each other like a nest of angry hornets, and nothing but our good breeding prevented an open quarrel. We animals fed at that supper with something of thesnappishness attributable to feasting wolves. That

agonizing supper over we stood around j t ... i i r . ii ti in ll: .

iue origin ureiu we uoziy iuue snuug

room. Mr. K. naa niannea to raise ms

bride to the theater, aud. so preparations in the way of gloves, cloaks and bonnets began. The late Miss Finnell was soon toileted for the opera in the

most fashionable attire. Mrs. R. mv

fiiend stood half reclining against

the piano. We had been silent for a moment, and to relieve the embarrass

ment taking possession of us, I said:

can s wit uue '

I us for say

uo more

man,

tierman, una at tue enu ui uree years

he sell do grocery pissnes-s oud. und

obeued a soda vatter sdand mit de nu-tto, 'Houesd iu eferyding unci don't

git seared in nodding.' Efery day vat banned dat moddo vas getting avay mit VilUams. uAt de end uf seex monds J met Viliiams on de sdreet und vour dog3 mit de mange und d wo different colored batches de seat uf his bants on, voilered vere efer he vent. 'Herman, ven efer you see dogs mit de mange vollow a man he don't, own uoding in dis vorld but do esteem uf dedogs. You don't can keep a poor dog und a poor man avay froin von on udder unless you boison von uf dem. " 'Viliiams,' says I, ven I m it him, .'If you bad dake my advice ven you vent de grocery pisness in, y iu don't hmm rlic- atom J

"'Veil, Hoffenstein,' don't can swindle, and vr.s dese dogs, und I haf

been drying to sell dem.r ' 4 Ven a mau. Herman, goes; around drying to sell old vorn oud dogs, he vas poor, und I say to myself, YiiJiams vas hard up und I'll buy von uf de dogs shust to encourage him in pisness. "Herman, I gif him vifty cents for a vateh dog vich ne says nefer lets a.tief come de house around. Vat j7ou dink, Herman, Viliiams swindled me in de drade. Ven I dook dot dog home mit a sdring he vas plind. "Afder Viliiams swiudled me mi t de dog he let some udder man use his moddo, Honesd in eferydiog, und don't get scared in noding,' und now he vas brospeiing mit de insurance pisness. "Neftn- dalk about honesty, Herman, beople vill dink you vas a sardine lish."

he ail all

gays, I I haf got de veek

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coiii our una life.

saved the little fellow's

iommon Sense About Guiteau,

Chicag Intcr-Ocenn. There is no other created thing in thifc world quite so dangerous as a fool. When the fool has just a sufficient modicum of brains to become cmzy i;he danger is doubled When a being of this make-up studies law, he Mm ply adds method to his madness; caul when, in addition to all the rest, he becomes possessed of some sort of a religious frenzy, his capacity for mischief is complete. Such a combina tion of moral and intellectual odds and ends is Guiteau. He has' been well known here in Chicago, off and on, for these fifteen years. He was a sort oj hahger-on at the . office of a very re

spectable attorney here, whose fond?

ne?s he abused in everj'

way, until no was iinally gotten rid of,

ana then for a season he professed to practice lav in an office of ins own. He had neither brains enough to cheat people out of a living, nor honesty enough to excuse his want of capacity, and so he fared but poorly in the law. He turned his attention to theological pursuits and made a book. Ho came to understand ail spiritual mysteries, and gave public lectures on religious topics or woufd if he could have got an audience together in response to his numerous advertisements. He knew all about the second oming of Jesu'J Christ, and there was no hxdden thing that he could not expound. Then ho had a mission among the newspapers, and got up wild schemes for getting other xreople to furnish money that he might instruct the world thi-ough a dail v publ ication of his ow 1 1 . Ho wen t to New York, and did manage there t get so far into the mysteries of journalism as to be arrested for 'eontiseatin money collected for one of the greal dailies of that city. He took in politics as a part of the universal affairs of mankind which needed hi guidance, aud has latterly been a pestiferoiuj

Prize Farming in England. Sew York Tribune. Mr. Collinson Hall, of Essex, on his 2,600-acre fairm, keeps 700 cows in stalls, with running water constantly before them. The milk, which is sent to London, is all passed as soon as drawn, b?th , winter and summer, through a. refrigerator, which reduces the temperature from blood heat to forty-live degress, and thus prevents jicidity in transport, even during the hottest weather. His stabks do not seem to be better arranged for ventilation, feed and beddiug than the best of our own; but he is more careful in the selection of his cows 1-han the best of our own ; but he is more careful in the selection of his cows than our dairymen usually are. These are highrade Shorthorns, which he. stints to thoroughbred bulls. fie ;ells his calves mostly at three days old, aud gets double the price of his neighbors who keep inferior stock. For such as he makes steers he realizes SliJf) each at twenty two months. But'here is a practice of Mr. Collinson Hall which it would be well for our own farmers to ponder, who have to buy fertilizers for their crops. lustead of spending much in this way he puretase corn,, millet, oats, oil-cake, and even sugar when as cheap a now, to feed his ciiws. From this high feed the manu re is much richer than such as comes from hay and roots, and thus he gets along with less fertilizers than he would otherwise have to buy. In his way he realizes a double benefit more milk and of a better quality rom his cows, more and better llesh rom his steers and richer manure. We have now and then heard au English farmer assert that the extra value of the manure dropped by ;$tock fed upon cot tonseed meal paid them for its cost, so that the benefit derived by the animals feeding on it was just so much clear gain. A Bopresentative Woman. Philadelphia Press. A thoughtful Jady asked your correspondent yesterday if there was anything unusual in Mrs. Garfield's devo-

imaginable I tion if the average Ameiicau wife . J 1 . i n ..1,1 K...vs ilmin litaf ill.-. camo

Yes, unquestionably,, and it is because she is a representative American woman rather than. an exceptional one that she has fc;ettled down in to a warm place in each of their hearts. . There are at least 2o'),0()0 in this great commonwealth of Spates, as "unstarapedable," and asr radical as Mrs. Garfield. Your mother and mine were wer each, and their children know it. It is the pride of our civilization that its average womanhood would not disgrace the home and the heart of its cl ief citizen. Mrs. Hpoopendyke, delieior type of confiding womanhood, would rise to the occasiou in the same heroic way did some 'measly" assassin assail her bosom's lord. Our America has the finest womanhood in the world the worldly embodiment of Ben Jonson's ideal: J mount oaeli softest vhtvm Ihcvv should moot Kit in that s iller bosom io abiJo; Ami yel. a learnod ami manly tout lunrposiMi hor.tnat lioulu will) even poweis The roc J, tiio tsplncllc niul tlio shears contro Of destiny, uudUnnie One act of beneficence, one act of eal usefulness, is worth ail tho abstract aentimmt in the world.

"Mrs. EM it almost makes one vnsh one

to be a bride again." Mrs. R. laughed

accommodatingly. Just then Mr. B. placed his aim gently around the

waist of his new bride, folded her handsome opera cloak close to her form and drew her to him. She re

sponded to his caress by a . tender upward glance of her beautiful eyea. Then I looked toward my friend, to

find her face oaMd as death, while a

look of agonizing endurance, mingled

with devilish malignity, almost froze

my blood. I had said aloud in actual

surprise before turning toward her. "As

I live he actually loves tuis girl." Mrs,

B's look metmino squarely. The fact told me all. No w lies, with ready lips.

at the bidding of fealty to religion.

That agonized, refined, sensitive face proclaimed the system damned. A woman's nature : love rose grandly in the awful denunciation of those fierce eyes. A great throb of pity tilled my own woman's heart. I saw all the torture and the noble rage of self-restrain t. I steppe d toward her. as if to hold her in pity to my heart. My Mormon lady friend took me by the arm with almost rude force, aud'whispered warningly: "Mrs. Castine, for God's sake, remember where you are." I did remember, and, discomfited, returned to my place near the mantel. Amid this flurry the bridal party took tneir departure. We women were a silent party at first, Mrs. B. stood leaning on the piano with her look bent on me almost resentfully. "You don't think yourself called upon to pity me, Mrs. Castine?" she said, with an almost quarrelsome tone. "I do pity yoo, Mrs, B., and I have a right to." "You think me jealous of my new sister, then?" v . "Mrs. B , we are Doth proud women. We only need to look into our hearts to learn what a real woman must feel under tho ordeal through which you are passing." "I am not jealous, Mrs, Castine. Not only am I not jealous but happy in this new love of my : husband. Our faith leaches us to love these sisters in marriage as our own flesh. This mar nage is not an eatrangment of my busband'slove, as it would be in an unsanc lifted Gentile, but a remarriage to myself. In this marriage I live over atrain my own espousal, my own bridal, find renew again the first sweets of married life." We were all decidedly uncomfortable, and our two lady companions took their leave together. But my impulse of pity had not been lost, and without a word having been spoken between us after our friends had retired, she sank into a chair, and covering her lace with her hands, cried out in bitterness, "Oh! Mrs. Castine, I am most wretched. Between me and my celestial lights, or any glory or peace or consolation in this life or in the world to coBCie, there stands that woman. Between me and all the light of my religion stands that woman. This girl's face ts hateful to merthat my husband should love one for her mere beauty

alone ! My imagination can not be nekl back from all the soul-torturing, cruei-fv-inc? thiners which follow in the train

of tbis marriage. The box at the theater holds to-night a man, wife not more. There are the gentle pressure of hands, the glances of loving eyes, the blend iog of hues into one destiny in this life, the first exquisite rapture of honeymoon, which cheats itself with the delusion that a capital stock of love has been laid insufficient to draw upon for life. Beyond tiiese rise, in spite of spirituality, the bridal bed, the cradle, the child, in whose veins there can be tlie culminating life-current of both one fa,ther and one mother. All these things one man can have only with - .. . . -k-r T r

ono woman in marriage. xo, ivu-s.

Castine, a marriage to one woman uninarries a roan to all other women, or

there is no marriage." Tnere was no

answer; I offered none, but kissing her cold forehead, I lett her alone with her desolate sorrow.

A Tajik About Bows and Arrows. Forest and Stream. "You see," said Dr. Carver as he deposited a whole sheath, of brightly feathered arrows on a table, and drew up a chair, "I must be shooting something or other ail. the time. If it isn't a Winchester, its a bow and arrow. Pretty they are, but most too fine! Fancy things, tbese arrows-, for handsome young ladies to shoot on grass plats at straw targets. Now au Indian arrow is a good bit longer maybe thirty-two inches and when a Hioux draws it chock up to the bow it lairly humsj when heletsitlly. An Indian arrow has grooves cut iu behind the barb- that is to say, the ones they use in hunting so that the blood canjflow, otherwise the wound would swell and spoil. The lighting arrows are nasty things. The barb is so put on the shaft that when it hits you, the steel, the old hoop iron stays in the flesh when you go to pull out the arrow. Dear sakes, what ugly wounds I have seen them make. An Indian boy begins to handle a light bow when he toddles, maybe at four or five years. His bow is taller than lie i;j. He shoots at everything round the camp. Wnen he is twelve he uses sharp arrows. A boy must bo strong at eighteen to use a man's bow. Now a wbite man who takes an Indian's bow for the first time has all he can do to bend it. It needs some strength, but more knack. The bow is made straight. When it is strung, the cord, even when in tension, almost touches the bow. It is thick, some four and a half or five feet long that is , their hunting bow and has extra stifuess by having sinews pasted ou it. I have seen We-shessh-has-ka that is, the long man and no was the best of tho Ogalalla 8ioux, kill an antelope with his arrow at 125 measured yards.

We - shessa - has ;- ka was nearly seven feet tall, and a good Indian. On horseback, broadside to a buffalo, I have more than once known that Indian to send that arrow through a big cow. The arrow hung out on the other side. The bow for horseback and war is a trifle shorter,and maybe stiffer. You do not-draw the arrow to the eye, but catch aim as I do when shooting from the hip. This can bo acquired only by long practice. The string is drawn by tlie clutch of the whole fin?

gers, tuoiign some oi me tnoes use me thumb and three fingers. The long

man could shoot an arrow in the air out of sight, and so can I (the Doctor pointed to an arrow buried up to the featners in the ceiling of our office; his own peculiar ornamentation of the Forest and Stream sanctum). I think that in a couple of months I could get into perfect practice, for I used to hold my own with any Indian on the plains. Sometimes after I had been shooting

my Winchester an Indian would come up and show his bow and tell me his bowwas mueho good,' and then I used to take his own bow and beat him at it. ... .- "To pass away the time when I was

at the Brooklyn Driving Park, I bought

JOCOSITIES.

want

keep

put

O li mash mo! mash mo a tatar cried. WJillo abeet blushed through and through As It tell iUJ-being incorporator" With tho soul of an Irish stow. But the scullion fiercely scrubbed his pot, And the diHh washer moodily washed, And naught was heard by the kitckon fire - flash Save the curse of a corned beef hash. There iff a young girl in Passaic Who eats two much pudding and calc;

wnen some musical wignt -Serenades her at night She shouts "Go ahead: I'm awaiol"

Even if a boy is whistling "I to be an angel" it is better to

the cookies on the top shelf, and

rue step-iaaaer m tne garret. It takes eight hundred full blown roses to make a tablespoonful of perfume, while ten cents worth of cooked onions will scent a whole neighborhood. - When the baby Princess of Spain grows up and finds out how mad everybody waa about it she won't feel

flattered. The nearest she can come to? it; is to wear a Derby hat and bang her hair. An aesthetic person in Boston says

pink and white glass makes a more attractive luncheon than silver or deeo-

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an English bow and arrows of Holber- rated porcelain. In Chicago the main ton, and soon cot into the trick of it. ( thing is to have the liver and bacon I hit blocks of' wood thrown into the j well done and the flies dredged out of air quite as often as I missed them, j the butter. , The English bows and arrows are Jan- ! . The winds were whispering low and cy, but good. I would rather have an ! the sentinel stars had set their watch old Sioux one, made of hickory or asn, 1 hi the sky as she leaned from her but tho bOSS bow I ever Owned was ! fthAmhw winrfnw AnA teiViterlxr unrtxl

made of buflalo ribs. An Indian carries his quiver of arrows over his right

shoulder, so rhat he cau iret his arrows

quickly. When he has discharged one

arrow, with the same motion that he

uses in pulling the string he clutches another arrow. If he shoots 100 yards he has three or four arrows in the air all going at the same time. It's great fun shooting at;a bird with a long tail that; flies over tbejprairie. , Knock out his tail and hie steering apparatus is gone. I have knocked the tail out of many a one and so caught him in my hands when he tumbled,1 '

A Strange Story. Toronto (Out.) Dispato . After many years of patient searching, amid the difficulties which pover

ty has raised, a workman in the ureat Western railway car-shops has traced upwhat seems to be an indisputable claim to one of the richest estates in all Scotland. Some years ago the Earl of Mar died without leaving a direct heir to his immense estate, and by right of succession a nephew, Lord Keilie, assumed the title and property of the dead nobleman, valued at $100,000,000. Now, however, it has been discovered that .the .Earl had a son, and that son is believed to be John 3?rancis Erskine, of this city. The tracing up of the title ha3 necessarily been slow and unsatis&tetory, from the fact that Mr. Erskine was poor and hampered by a family, and men who could have helped him . doubted his story. The facts of the case are briefly these: In 1825, two veai'3 before the marriage of the Earl ot Mar to the daughter of Lork Mon tech, a male child was born to the lady, who afterward became its legitimate mother by her marriage with its father. When an infant, however, the boy was secretly given into the care of a poor but respectable family, whom the Earl paid well for the services rendered. Later on, when the little fellow had grown up to be five or six years of age, he was Vjaced under the care of a man named Campbell and sent to Canada. His guardian frequently told him in later years that he was the son of one of Scotland's noblest earls, and that he should sonie day be placed iu possession of documents that would enable him to go home and live in luxury. The old man seemed under a strong pledge, however, not to reveal the parentage of his ward, and, although he broke his promise so far as . to intimate on many occasions that the young man was the heir to the earldom

of Mar, he never let the documentary proofs to go out of his hands. He said that all would be left in the proper shape at his death. A few years ago, however, the old man died very suddenly without leaving the needed documents for the establishment of his ward's claim to the property of the dead earl. Later on, while excavations

were being made in an outhouse on the

Campbell homestead, a bottle, was found with several letters in it from the Earl of Mar which referred to his son. .-- - This seemed to be all the proof necessary; but, i:a addition to that, Mr. Erskine has visited Scotland , quietly, and found the people who had taken care of him when an infant and handed him over to Campbell. The papers held bv them, and also, those found in the bottle, set forth certain marks by which the heir could always be known, and these, the claimant undoubtedly bears. His resemblance to the late Earl is also so striking, despite the changes which hard work has made, that friends of the nobleman . have no difficulty whether in identifying Mr. Erskine as the son of tbe Earl. Articles of gold and silverware, as well as a ring, are in the nresumptive heir's possession, bearing the initials of his mother and father. Leading lawyers in this country and Scotland hold out the strongest encouragement to Mr. Easkine, and men of means are offering to unite in a joint stock company to establish the claim if a bond is given to pay a certain percentage on their investments. According to the outlook Mr. Erskine's working days are over, and his instalment as Earl of Mar remains only a matter or time. He is being visited by thousands, and his story, as it is learned, awakens the deepest interest.

A Young Qirl Holds a Mad Bog. Ehnlra Advertiser. A circumstance which occurred in Syracuse recently , is worthy of more than a passing mention. Mrs. Palmeter, of that city, was passiug along one of the streets, having with her a small pet dog, which all at once showed symptoms of hydrophobia, frothiug at the mouth and snapping on all sides. Mrs. Palmeter attempted to seizo t)ie aniraal, but he eluded her grasp aud endeavored to bite her, when the brave girl Mrho accompanied her her daughter, only 14 years of agecaught the dog by the neck and held it fast, calling to her mother to hasten and get some man to come and kill it. The mother saw that this was the only course, and hurried away, but it was some time before sbe could get help. When she returned, accompanied by a gentleman who had volunteered to tinish the brute, he found the brave girl, with flushed face and flashing, eyes, hanging on to the mad creature, which was making ief operate efforts to bite her. The dog was quickly dispatched without any injury to any on. ' . . . y

Insanity-JProm Kissing. . The "kissing g;arnes" in the country, sometimes bring about strange results, Mrs, Thomas Armour, of 8chuylkiU ecu n ty, Penri sylvauia; is insane from being a mere looker-on at one of these games. Four years ago she attended a picnic in company with her husband, Who took part Ui a "kissing game." Mrs. Armour watched the players for some time wish pleasant interest, until she saw her husband kiss another woman. From that moment she showed siguff of iusanity, and has grown worse constantly. She has an intense hatred for her husband, and every other woman, whom she thinks will "injure her. It was quite diftereu t with a Brooklj n woman who attended a picnic aud saw her husband kiss another woman. She 8t once hit him over the heaci with the cover of an ice

cream freezer, .lie is now per sane,

"Is that vou, Henry?" "Coursh 'tiz:

pretty 'onian dozzen know 'er on husband when eh? seezint!r? If you want to study the immense variety of the human face in expression you should bend your gaze upon the mobile countenance of a deaf and dumb man when he reaches under tho plank walk for a lost nickle arid pleksf up a raw humble bee by the stem. ; "How beautiful is the language o flowers," exclaimed Miss Posigush; "which is your favorite flower Mr. Smart?" Graham," said Smart sententiously . Mia Possigush thinks there are some persons without . a particle of sentiment in their souls. "Going away this summer?" queried! a bootblack of a fellow-mortal at the: Post Office,, "Naw!" "Well, you needn't be so short about it." "May beI needn't, but the idea of our going off to Saratogy when we can?t raise $10 to get dad out of the work-house, does us injustice as a family.,V A Brooklyn man, who belongs to Rev. Mr. - 's church, announced to a choice .circle of friends the other evening that he had discovered another c omet. He said : ' Ishaw twocomehstellyou; d'shinklmadamfool?" The Rev. Mr. is out of town on his aunuai sum mer jamboree. , Snipkins refused to get his wife a new bonnet: soon after his little girl came in and said: "Mamma, won't you buy me a monkey to play with when you go down town?" "No, my darling wait till you are older, and then marry one, as I did, replied the

grief-striken wife, her tears bursting forth afresh.

"Who is the pretty girl with blonde hair and deep bine eves, there in the

jaunty hat?" asked Alfred, at the lawn

party. "Who?" replied Annie, tnat taffy-haired girl with tallow eyes, and that nightmare of blue rags on her head? I never saw her before; nobody we want to know." That, brethenvis tho way different people look at a pretty girl in a pretty hat. . ; . "Mother,? asked Mary Jane at thenreakfast table, Monday morning, "dont you think that gray hair is awul becoiaing?" Mary Jane, it shouldbe remarked, has a . beau whose locks ate Mlver. "Yes, I do," replied her mother, grabbing at something oh Mary Jane's shoulder, "yes, I think it becoQiing too common, that makes

tlie tenth one this morniija., Uoldtng,

it up between her thumb and finger, v p A d ry goods clerk, wh o had t a most outlandish way of walking, had to go to a distant part of the store to find some goods which a party of feminine ' f customers desired to see. "Walk this 5 wav, ladies." he called as he swung , 1 himself off. "But we can't walk that way," cried a pert miss; "we, never learned that style, you know." The ;.: clerk is now: drilling his tibia in the motions of a new gaiti ? : .

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FOR ANB ABOUT WOMEN

A danrty remarked to a laly. : Wlille carelessly lolling nt ease, uHow vain and insipid aro women, ? And not worth the trouble to please. vow that I never snail many, Tillwondei'sunltenial&ss; For I never loved any one better Than the one 1 beheld In the glass;;'. , The iadyrepllecl-onherfeatiiresa I " A filclier of mischief was traced . 41 approve of your good resolution, : But cannot admire your taste.'-' Sad time for powdered faces. . Fans are suapendedby a ribbon from the side. ... . White lace is not worn inside of blaek lace on summer' dresses. ' : ; Cardinal red and old gold will com?, bine in everything for the fall. A school mistress at Waterburyl poured ice water down the bailed back of a refractory iictle girl: -? Miss Clara Louisa Kellogg is to be married to jtfr. Andrews, a Nice man. He is 25 years old, and she is, too.

From the steamer's deck she beheld a barge laden with cotton. "Ab," murmered the fair Angelica, "my bo- . som friend is bailed out.,? ' ; ; ' Girls, don't think a fellow is a ge - tieman because he gives you a polite bow. Bowers are always knave3, so a - ; euchre-player informs us. . Worried wife The best way to keep your husbands frm going out after h dark is, we should say, to keep a fair , supply of dark in the house. f: The scientists have taught that inse ci s ; have their affections, and now 4WH v ? andAVisdom" says he knows a msouito that was mashed ona younrrlady........ J Vv -, ft Garlands of bright colored embroid 5 . ery decorate the waist; of silk dresses v The design is usually two inches wide passing down the front, unde the arms and over the back Just below Vie shoulders. Of course this necessarii . shortens the waist, but that is not . jectionable; still there is faithfulln 1 in fitting the form not often seen; .in late sty les. . ; i

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The Ball in President Garfield.

New York Special . V . V .-.. A reporter called upon the Remig ton arms agency to see. what kind tvi a! bullet was in the President The agenti inrenly picked up. a big cartridge a inehlong. It was 44-caliber, weight

IU "iovw, w..m- o- V .--LiVi

penetration is someunng wonaeriiu? $ fAl liftfld in ft Kfcrnns'-shontM!?

pistol, xno carcnage is very eswi ": ive, and the wonder is that it did n ?t

Kin tne rresiaent outiJKui. v

' should think," said the inqmreri 4iit would have .gone right tbrong i him?" ' 4Probab!y it would if it had' not beciv ; for the clothing, which is an obstrup- . , tion to abidlet, aud then it may have been obstructed by the ribs, Itis siip posed that the bullet first passed., through and cutthe sleeve and then it passed through the coat. So mnelv clothing always obstructs a ball,' Itt.i the army, during the war, cases were., found where abali had cut a patch out ' of tlve overcoat and carried4t right intp the wound with it. ,

young gunsmith at Peabodyfs, on Sevr ei 'thstceet, "to have killwl an ox. The only thing that stopped it was the hones. Such a cartridge would drive a ball clear through an inch board twice as far as from here across the street, V

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