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Thx Burlington Bead is running over ita lines a locomotive from which the Bteam and gas. $ocapo through iron pipes at the sides, withering weeds and grass for a space of two feet on each aide of the track

"Chicago will go down some day will tumble into the unfathomable gulf which those tireless miners, the rata, are digging for her. To think that in this new looking, first-class hotel, one sleeping in the ladies ordinary can hear rats As large as a poodle dog galloping over the floors and tables and beds all night long!" So writes the editor of the Nashville World from Chicago, A Loxdok scientific paper is not sanguine as to the success of the new Bussian scheme for reaching the North Pole by means of sledges, starting from the Siberian Islands and having depots at intervals, inasmuch as the most northern part of the islands is 900 nautical miles from the Pole; and, judging by the appearance in other parte, it would be no easy matter to haul sledges over the hummocky ice. Ah OB8SBVEB at Bichfield Springs notes that the tennis players, especially the young men, appear in the gayest and most highly colored garments imaginable Their jackets are striped with flaming red, their stockings are usually in gorgeous want of harmony, and their get-up is in all respects move mftTiTig than that of a jockey intent upon making an impression xtpoxk fair lookers-on horn the grapd stand. Congressman Crn-BEBTsoiTs trouble recalls the fact thai in all the history of Congress suicide attaches alone to Kentucky. Elijah Hise, who was a candidate for re-election to the House at the time, shot h"" i at home in a fit of despondency, and ex-Speaker of the House, John White, killed himself upon being accused of having "cribbed" the brflHant valedictory which he delivered upon leaving the chair, and which the press and public had greatly pruned. A Philadelphia hotel clerk says there is a queer class of travelers who are always exporting letters and telegrams, and yet have never been known to receive a single one. There is an important look about a fellow who steps up to the register and puts his name down, and then with a pompous air inquires: "Any letters for me? He knows as well as the clerk does that he never expected any, but then it impresses the man behind the desk with the idea that he has a great man under his root A seamstress was arraigned in a New Haven, New York, Court, last week, on a charge of having stolen three gold coins from her employer. She blamed the theft on her baby. In order to find out the truth of her story, the baby, which was 11 months old, was brought into the court room, and the three coins were placed on the table near ita mother's chair. The baby looked at the coins for a moment, and then clutched them with a misers eagerness, refusing to give them up. The seamstress was allowed to go. Moltke the Silent, as he is called, at 84 is the tall, slender, erect, with a sallow, beardless face, stony grey eyes, and yellow hair, wearing a cap and long military coat Unattended by even a single servant he walks through the streets of Berlin slowly and noiselessly. Saluted by every soldier he meets, he returns the courtsey, but apparently without noticing to whom, and everywhere he retains the cold, absorbed, mysterious manner which he did not allow to be broken even at Sedan. The revival of drooping flowers by an application erf kerosene from an atomiser was unconsciously attempted by a lady at the Ocean View Hotel, Providence, R L, the other day, with naturally bad results. It appears that a large stock of flowers and plants were on hand for decorating the ballroom, and the lady undertook to sprinkle them. She gave an atomizer to a tall-boy and requested him to fill ii The boy, unacquainted with the use of the thing, mistook it for a lamp, and poured it full of kerosene. The lady iad not sprinkled long before she detected the offensive odor, but a large number of the plants were so saturated that they were useless for the purpose

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H. C. Pedber a few weeks ago was widely paragraphed for his versatflity. He was a leader in the great house of Arnold, Constable & Co., was a successful business man, and to this was added great literary ability. He waa one of the proprietors of the Manhattan, and also one of ita leading contributors, and his articles on Booth and also on "Hamlet" waa mentioned with great approval He had also published a life of Grant, which waa highly successful Vow, however, this wonderful man ia only mentkmed as a defaulter, .and his literary life is probably one aspect of his torn for fraud. His life of Gen. Grant is supposed to be the work of some Bohemian, and was published at slosa. His article on Booth had proba

bly the same origin. While practicing literary fraud on the public, he was also carrying on a financial fraud against his employers, and was at last detected. This making of wood flour, which is similar to wood pulp, is the chief industry in the Catskill Mountains, New York, and it bids fair to demoralize the forests. It was first manufactured in the Catskills about nine years ago, and now over twenty mills are in full blast. Any soft-wood tree poplar is the favorite is felled and drawn to the mill. The bark and boughs are removed, and the t unk put in a machine, which is nothing but a leadpencil sharpener on a large scale, with four or more knifeedges instead of one. On starting the machine the pencil sharpener revolves with great swiftness, and in a few minutes converts the log into a hundred miles of fine, clean shaving. These are ground and bolted exactly as in a flour mill The product is a soft, fine yellowish white flour, similar in appearance to a very well ground corn meal. It possesses a slight woody smell, and is almost tasteless. It is put in large bags, and then is dispatched, unmarked, to the buyer. Two gentlemen entered a Chicago restaurant and set down at one of the tables. Presently one of them commenced sniffing, and said he observed a peculiar smell of fire. She other ma sniffed also, and agreed that there must be fire somewhere. Shortly afterwards both sailed down the street and were talking politics very earnestly, when suddenly they heard a hue and cry behind them, and looking around observed a crowd of men and boys gesticulating at them and shoutings "Fire 1 Hi, mister, you're on fire I One of them turned around and observed his coat-tails were in a blaze, whereupon he danced into the middle of tl& street, tore off his coat, and jumped upon it like a maniac performing a breakdown. When he held up the smoldering garment and ruefully beheld it worse off for appendages than a bob-tail nag, he swore dreadfully at the halfsmoked cigar that he had thrust into his pocket just before he entered the restaurant. Then a fat red-faced police man came up and said, "Didn't you smell the fire? "Yes, I did, was the reply, "but I thought it was soma other fellow, and was sorry for himw ''Well,'1 remarked the officer as he mopped his face with a f ao simile o? Thurman'8 red bandanna, "guess, young fellow, it's hot enough without settxn' yourself afire and walking through the streets like a lost comet." An old man sat yesterday in a chair in the New York Ophthalmic Hospital, say Tlte New York Mail and Express. Few men would have known him, and nothing in his personal appearance would have indicated that he was 71 years old. His clothing was not only neat, but it was that of extieme neatness and of a man habitually neat His gray beard swept with the wind, which seemed to come cool through the windows without bringing the hot air with it Had he died in 1860 the newspapers would have given as much space and attention to him as they would to Gen. Grant should he die to-day. This man, dropped out of sight for twenty years, was the editor and owner of Graham's Magazine, which, in the days when it was known, was, by long odds, the . most popular periodical in the country. George Bex Graham, whose writing was wonderfully good, and whose magazine was at one time read by the whole country, is blind. Double cataracts have covered his eyes for three years, and while it is almost certain that he will again be able to see, his physical condition has not been such that the needed operation coulcl be performed without danger of a shock. He was the companion nearly half a century ago of the men who are now, as they were then, famous in literary life, and to a great extent he brought such men as Foe, for instance, into sight. He made a magazine whose popularity has probably never been equaled, although the literature was something that nowhere would be received to-day.

Like 'Ein Every Day. She stood on the corner waiting for the car. She had French-heeled shoes, and was laced to break her ribs, and she had two plumes on her hat, and looked sweet enough to eat. When the car came slong she danced up and down on her toes, gyrated her parasol at the driver and brought him to a dead halt. Then she toe-toed out to the car. Then she toe-toed up the steps, danced around for a moment and sat down. It was a success. She exulted over for a moment and then drew out her portemonnaie, took from it a $20 bill, and danced up to the front door and handed it to the driver. "No change for anything above $2," he said, as he turned to his horse. Then she danced half way down the aisle, raug the bell at the front end and at the back, and as both ends came to a stand-still she toe-toed out, nipped and ttfeked down the steps and danced to the curb-stone. She had shown off. she was happy. Detroit Free Press A man who claims to have investigated 1ihe matter closely says that more than one-half of the ladies in the country believe that the protective tariff is something to prevent a mouse from running under a woman's skirts. It is a sad fact that it is a vast deal easier to have a hot controversy about religion than it is to live religiously.

EXTRA HAIRS

Experience of a Physician Who Makes a Specialty of Removing Them. "Yes," said the Doctor, "I believe there are two or three physicians besides myself in the city who treat these cases; and you would be surprised to know how many of them I have in my charge. The treatment is termed electrolysis, and it is a species of cauterization that is, it is not a burning of the roots of the hair, but a harmless destruction of them. If we could get caustic potash to these hair-bulbs in any way it would produce the same effect, but that would be impossible." "What is the nature of the operation?" "The two poles of an electric battery are used. At the negative pole I attach a very fine steel needle, which is quite flexible, and at the positive pole I attach a sponge. The needle is used under a powerful magnifying glass, and i "un into the follicle alongside of the hair. It is a matter of experience whether the operation is successful or not I am obliged to study the hairs of a face before I can remove them successfully, and even then I have to do a good deal of the work over again. You see it is absolutely necessary that the electric current should reach and destroy what we know as the nutritive artery, which is at the root of the hair and which furnishes it life. If this is destroyed the dead hair can be readily pulled out and the operation is painless. So you see the needle must be carefully inserted so as to touch this vital spot. Then the patient's hand grasps the sponge, the current is completed, and the hair is killed. The dead hair is then pulled from its sac with tweezers. In case the hair is not killed a new hair grows out in time and the operation has to be repeated. It is a tedious and uncertain task, you s&." "Is the operation painful?" "Not necessarily. Occasionally I have a female patient who is so nervous that she cannot stand the strain and grows faint under it I remember I had one patient who would leave my office after having three or four hairs removed and would be so faint that she would have to go into a store and sit down."" u And you say you have many women who come to you for this treatment?" "Yes, you would be perfectly astonished at the number. I have had those who have been in the habit of shaving, those who have periodically singed hair off their faces, and those who have pulled out hair with tweezers. They are all willing to undergo any treatment to have the hair removed from their faces. I had the secretary of a well-known business-man who came to me regularly heavily veiled. She was known about the house as 'The Lady of the Veil She never went out at all except Sunday evenings, when she went to church, and she used to spend every Sunday morning pulling out with a pair of tweezers the hair that had grown on her face during the week." "Is this specialty practiced by any except physicians?" "I believe there are a few laymen practicing it, but in its practice there are always little points coming up upon which only an experienced physician can decide. These laymen pretend to remove hair permanently, but they cannot do this except in the course of time, as some hairs can only be destroyed in the course of time." "Does this superfluous hair grow on the upper lip principally?" "Oh, no. It grows on the chin and under the chin as well; also between the eyebrows, on the forehead, on the bridge of the nose, and in the nostrils. The operation of removing hair in the nostrils by this process is very painful, however, and very few can stand it. I have also had to remove hairs from the breast, as they give pain in nursing children. Then I have been called upon to shape eyebrows and remove superfluous hair from the neck." "Do you ever have calls from men?" "Yes, I have been asked to remove hair from between men's eyebrows and from their foreheads ; also from their noses. It is a very difficult matter to remove the fine hairs from the forehead, though." "Has this matter received any attention from the medical profession?" "Oh yes. Dr. George Henry Fox has treated of it in a medical work, and numerous papers on the subject have been read and discussed before medical societies. " Chicago Tribune. The Way They do It in Maine Squire Borge, of Bangor, is wealthy, and wishes his friends to understand that he is a wonderful sportsman. Last winter he started up the country on a fishing trip, where he met with poor success. The first thing he did on re turning to the city was to go to a market and buy fifteen trout. They were beauties, and he told the sales man what he was going to do, and asked him where he should say they were caught. "Ohf tell them they were taken from Linus Pond." On his way home the Squire called and had the largest one photographed. Underneath the picture he wrote; "One of the fifteen taken from Linus Pond, January 8, 18S4, by Timothy Borge, Esq." In two or three days he came back to the marketniau and said: "Lookee here, where is Linus Pond anyhow? They asked me where it was and I told them it was up in the north part of Hancock County. Then they got a map and wanted me to show it to them, and for the life of me I couldn't tind it. Just tell me where it is and I'll go home and fix them. Confound their hearts, I'll tell 'em where Linus Pond is and give them enough of it." Then the marketman led him gently outside the shop and pointed to his sign. It read: "Linus Pond. Fish, oysters, and game." Boston Globe, Weather Prophets. To those who will give the subject a moment's thought the absurdity of the predictions of such weather prophets as Vennor et aLwill be apparent. Any one can place such prediction au'he pleases opposite each day in the calendar and can scarcely fail to hit close to the truth. The fact is that no scientific principles are yet known by which the weather can be predicted with any

degree or accuracy for more than a day or two. The United States Signal Service may justly be credited with the possession of about as much trustworthy knowledge as any one has of the laws governing the weather, and it is beyond a doubt well acquainted with the theories on which Tice, Vennor and such weather prophets base their predictions. If those theories were well founded the signal service would be very ready to adopt them for the honor of the service; but for the credit of the service, they have not been used as a guide by which to fortell the weather. It is earnestly hoped that some of the proposed plans for making the signal service reports of practical value to farmers generally along the lines of the railroads will be ere long put into successful operation. Some of the plans suggested seem to be simple and well worth trying upon the theory that if they did no good they could do no harm. If by being forewarned of the approach of bad weather the farmer shall be enabled to save a part of his harvest, or to make suitable provision for protecting property of various kinds from approaching storms, the cost of the service will be richly repaid. As it is, the signal service is kept in operation largely for the benifit of the commerce on the waters, which, vast and valuable as it may be, is insignificant when compared with agriculture. Chicago Tribune.

White Men and Indian Brides. Among the northwestern tribes of Indians, innocence is as marked among the girls as their color. Educated in the faith that she was ordained to work, she trains herself to hard labor, and at 16 years of age is sturdy and strong, brave against fatigue, and a perfect: housewife. She may not possess New England notions of cleanliness, but she takes no little pride in her personal appearance, and in the arrangement of her lodge. She displays Some crude ideas of taste and a certain amount of neatness. If she marries a white man she makes him a good wife as long as she lives with him. Her home is her sole comfort and his comfort her sole ambition. She thinks of him and for him, and makes it her study to please him, and makes him respect and love her. She recognizes in him a superior race, and by her dignity and devotion endears herself to him and struggles to make him happy. At the agencies of the upper frontier thousands of men are employed, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the majority of them have Indian wives and live happily. The aspiring bridegroom must be well known in tbs tribe before he can hope to win a wife; her people want to thoroughly understand him, and know if he can support not only her but all of her relatives in the event of a pinch. He must be .a warm-hearted man, with a temper warranted to keep in any domestic climax, and he must have a good lodge, and at least a half-dozen horses. If he be, and have all these, he can a-wooing go. Then, selecting a lady, he makes application to the mother, and at a council the price is fixed upon. If the girl is especially pretty the mother will demand a gun, two horses, and a lot of provisions, blankets, and cloth. The gun is valued at $30, and he must furnish the material to bring the amount up to $100 to $150. Then he tries to beat the dame down, and if he succeeds he knows there is reason for letting the girl go; if not, he understands that he is making a good choice. The courtship is left entirely with the mother. Montreal Star.

The St. John's Region, Florida. The scenery of the St. John's region is peculiar. As the northern tourist passes through the country he is greeted by something new and strange at every step. The only things which are uniform and monotonous are the long gray moss, which drapes the gnarled arms of the oaks and cypress, giving to the woodlands a wild and weired appearance; and the interminable stretche3 of scrub palmetto which, by the way, give to the waters of most of the rivers their peculiar coffee-color. I ought, perh ps, to add to this the universal prevalence of a san 'ysoil, which makes of pedestrianism a woary toil, and renders carriage-riding disagreeable in the extreme. - The flora is abundant and varied in its seasons, ranging from the prettiest little pirnpernell and the flaunting hibiscus in the low grounds, to the flaming trumpet flowers, blazing oleanders, and dazzling magnolias of the hammock lands. A Florida swamp is a sight to see for one who has been accustomed to the tame woodlands of the north, great stretches of pine woods and widespread savannahs greet one traveling inland; yet even in these the stranger meets with a continued variety of objects which attract his attention and occupy his thoughts. Song-birds are not so numerous as one would expect in so wild a region, the liquid-voiced mocking-bird ranking as the feathered prima donna. Her notes are indeed wonderfully sweet, and go far to make up for the void left by the silence of other and far handsomer birds. I have seen thousands of our northern robins in the thickets along the banks of the St. John's in the winter time; but they did not sing a note, they were down here, apparently, merely to get away from the cold weather, and did not propose to do anything more than eat and grow fat. Like the bob-o-lpiks in the Potomic marshes they seemed to consider the musical season closed, and were anxious only to recuperate for the "grand spring opening" in the northern orchards.

The Evils of Whisky. "Isn't it dreadful' said old Mrs Brown, "the harm that whisky does in this world?" 44 Oh, dear, it's simply awful," responded Mrs. Smith." "Here is an account of a poo little boy but ten years old, who had his leg bro ken through a barrel of whisky only last night." "Is it possible? And he was only ten years old? It is perfectly terrible. Does the paper say he drank the whole barrelful ?" "No, he didn't drink any. The barrel rolled on him from a cart and broke his leg.'' New York Sun.

A Thrili lag; Experience. One bitter cold morning several of us stepped from the heated and almost suffocating air of a ball-room out on the balcony of a New York house when we heard the clang of many bolls, deeptongued, giving warning of a fire. It was a big one we knew, for several distinct alarms were sounded. Now, my next passion to dancing was to run to a tire.' In those days Metamora Hose No. 29 laid at the corner of Twentyfirst street and Fifth avenue, and I was a member. The house where we were 'tripping the light fantastic' was close to the hose company. Our blood grew heated as these bells rang out on the still cold air. I rushed to the street, and away down town somewhere could be seen a faint red glare, rising to the sky, a sure token of a big blaze to follow. We were but a moment getting on our wraps in the house, and were at the hose company's as quickly as you could snap a whip. All 29 hose were 'gentlemen firemen, in those good old days of the volunteer fire department, and we could all run, too. Tite cup of my happiness was full to the brim when I gained by good luck the tongue and guided the cart down .Broadway. For one moment a sickening sensation came over me as I thought how would the lovely girl I had taken to the dance that night get home. I couli see her even then as we rushed over the stones sitting in 'the German,' with uiy vacant chair beside her. In the excitement of the moment I had forgotten all about my being the escort of this f air maid. How she did get home I hardly know to this day, for she has never spoken to me since, and none of her family have ever forgiven or forgotten that I did not appear to take her home on that night. We heard from a straggler in the street that the fire was at Barnum's Museum. This gave renewed force to our feet, and we fairly flew along the street. When we reached the spot, what a sight was before us ! The great building was ablaze on the two top floors, and several streams already were pouring water on it The night or rather morning was bitter cold, and every bit of water that struck the lower part of the street would freeze at once. Even long stalactites of ice were beginning to form on the adjoining buildings where the hose was played on them, and the red glare of the fire, now under strong headway, lit them up like gold. The suffering animals within the museum, imprisoned and caged, began to moan and roar. The fire, the ice, and the wild cries of the poor animals made the night one of horror. - Just at this moment with a great crash, right through a plate glass window on the first floor, a splendid tiger sprang. He lit in the street and stood for a moment at bay, and many a voice in the crowd cried: "Shoot him! shoot him!" We had given our hose to a steamer, and the water being just let into it, the fireman with a nozzle put the stream full against the animal. Its force and wash carried him off his feet, and a moment afterward, "one of the finest" with a revolver put two, bails into his body and finished him. ; I then made my way into the burning building from the basement and gained the first floor. A flight of steps was before me, and at the top I could, through the smoke, make out a door I mounted the stairs to render what aid I could. As I got about to the middle the heat warped and cracked the door, and it fell to one side, and there beyond, making right for those stairs was the big gorrila ! Oh ! never shidl I forget that dread moment ! The big flames began to lick the walls , and the space beyond that dreadful beast was a blaze of fire. The heat and smoke was awful and I felt my limbs shake as if palsied as I looked spell-bound at the awful hairy mass at the top of the steps. - I could hear the thud of his huge foot as he moved or glided to the stairs. I could see his great monstrous body almost writhe wit;h the heat. The stairs were narrow, and, great heaven ! when he reached me, what would become of me? I stood transfixed, spell-bound with aa awful terror. One hand clasped the banisters and one the wall, and I could not have moved one finger on either of those hands to have saved my life. I heard still the shouts of the now maddened animals within the building! I heard the axes of the fireman breaking through the floors! I thought a thousand thoughts in a second, but I could not niov a hair's breadth! I even counted the steps between the monster and myself. There were but sixonly six little short steps between me and grim death! The beast came slowly on; glaring horribly at me there were but four steps! Will he seize me in those fearful arms of his, thought I, from which the matted, coarse hair hung, toss me into the burning, seething mass of fire and flames beyond us? Another step he came. Oh, heaven! but one little short step now. I made a superhuman effort to move, if but a muscle; but alas! I could not. The loathsome body of the brute couched me. My breath came in gasps and my heart stood still, awe-stricken. One dread, claw-like hand griped upon my shoulder, as the other arm of the wild beast was raised to his neck. He tupped there a moment as if for breath und strength. Now I sickened and shuddered. He threw the great mass of hair and hide over his head and revealed a rough Celtic face within, and asked in hurried, frightened, and strong Hibernian tones: Tor the love of St. Patrick, show me the way out of this!" We both escaped. J.8.IL in Express Gazette. Hack on Time. Husband (airily,) they had just returned from their wedding trip: "If I'm not home from the club by ah 10, love, you won't wait " Wife (quietly). "No, dear." (but with appalling firmness,) "III come for you I" He was back at 9:45 sharp ! London Punch. "Five thousand molecules can sit comfortably on. the point of a pin." H rein the molecule differs materially from man. Norrisioion Herald;

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