Bloomington Telephone, Volume 14, Number 30, Bloomington, Monroe County, 20 September 1889 — Page 3

Bloomington Telephone BLOOMINGTON. INDIANA. WALTER a BRADFUTR, - - Pubusul

New Yobs: city has a debt of $98,000,000, Cakbiage horses, only fairly well matched, in Buenos Ayres, bring $5,000 a pair. At Watervilhi, Wash,, squirrels are so plentiful that they enter people's houses and eat the crumbs from under the tables.

AvotrKGgirlat Schuykill Haven, Pa., was seized on the street by two Italians, who cut oft her hair and fled. It was of a beautiful golden color and very luxuriant. The president cf the Spanish-American Union, which includes 1,100 merchants, says that South America's exlibit at the world's fair in 1892 will be most elaborate said extensive.

Since 1800 the population of Europe .has just doubled itself. Then the population was 175,000,000; in 1830, 216,000,000; in 1860, 289,000,000; in 1880, 531,000,000; in 1888, 350,000,000. At the centennial exhibition of 1876 the only exhibits of electrical apparatus were two dynamos and some arc lights run by clock-vork. Now there are -$510,000,000 invested as capital in the electric light business. One of the witnesses who testified before the jury that convicted Sullivan was quite positive that the latter struck Kilrain during the fight. It is generally believed that yilraiw would have -corroborated the witness if he had taken the stand. Senator Bboi ebick was killed in a duel with Terry, dying September 16, 1859. He was the first member of the United States Senate ever killed in a -duel. It is said some of the marble pillars in the old Senate chamber were cut toy Ids own father. There is a woman in Missouri who liolds a written jjermit from the Governor of that state x wear a man's dress outside of cities of 10,000 inhabitants." Her name is Emily Paxton, and she does "all kinds of farm work except chopping. A Caijfobnian announces as a suddenly-discovered and curious coincidence that Sarah Althea Hill's middle name is the botanical name for the "Bose of Sharon." The discovery is a little late, for, whatever Sarah may be botanical Ty, it has been decided that she is not legally a Sharon. It is said that during the recent ceremonious display of British iron-clads in honor of the German Emperor three -of the most expensive were totally disabled. If the great engines of destruction are so clumsy in peace how are they going to be manaaed in war so that-they will not be most dangerous to their owners?

The portion of the Sioux reservation in Dakota to be opened to settlement will make 56,000 farms of 160 acres each. It is bette r to grow wheat, corn, oats, and flax thereon than to perpetuate its use for raising hair, Indian fashion. And tbe Indians as well as the whites will profit by the change that limits their possession of soil and -drives them to industrial pursuits. It is said that the common cowsatcher attachment to- locomotives is -about the only article of universal use that was ever patented. Its inventor was D. B. Davies of Columbus, Ohio, who found his model in the plough. Bed lights on the rear car of the trains, it is further said, were adopted at the suggestion of the late Mrs. Swisshelm, after a railway accident in which she iad a narrow escape. The Albany Journal says : 14 A business man handed in his deposit at one of the banks the other day. One of the checks caught the teller's eye, and he expressed a fear as to its genuineness. The merchant telegraphed to the party

by whom it via signed. In a little ' while he returned to the bank and said -the check was HI right. In a short time became tearing into the bank and j

exclaimed: 'Let; me see thai check. I forgot to compare the signiture on it with tbe sigoiture on the telegram.' " Speaxino of Justice Field, a correspondent says: "He is a small-sized man, much to t he surprise of people who have only seen him sitting behind the desk of the Supreme Oourt, robed in his voluminous judicial gown of black ailk, for his head and his body are unusually large. It is his legs which make him seem short. His front is impressive. His forehead is high, running back into polish baldness; his remaining hair is bnshy and silvery, and his beard a venerablo white. He has Harrison's complexion now. He is a very dignified man by nature. A good story is told of a man in Bath, Me., who, although a widower well along in yea -s, is as much of a gallant as ever, and has lately been paying attention to a lady in another town. This gay widower has a luxuriant beard, but it is liberally pteaked with gnvy, and the other day when he

started out to visit his new intended he went to a drug store and ordered a preparation for dyeing his whiskers black. Then he went home and proceeded to beautify himself. After a hasty and generous application of the stuff, however, he made a horrible discovery his beard was not dyed black, but a pronounced sky blue. He made frantic efforts to remove the color, but it sticks like grim death, and he doesn't go courting any more. A Prominent resident of Richmond, Ind., has a pony which, besides feeding as horses usually do, will satisfy carniverous tastes if he gets a chance He has been known to devour very young chickens straying within his reach, and the sudden disappearance from the stable of a litter of kittens, while their nnsuspectiug mother had just gone away for a few moments' change and rest from parental duties, has been, on good grounds, charged to him. There is no dog or other animal on the premises to share the blame. This pony was brought from Iceland, where all horses are of his size; is a well-shaped animal, with a pretty dun coat, light-colored mane and tail, and is very good for driving or riding. He was imported by an American who has traveled exten

sively in Iceland, knows the language, and is learned about the sagas of that country. It was observed long ago, that the glass of windows on Cape Cod had been ground and bored through by the wind driven sands, and the soft sandstone bluffs and towers of the Rocky Mountains bear evidence of having been shaped in some degree by the same agency. M. Contejean has just reported to the French Academy a remarkable instance of similar erosion noticed during a visit to Corinth. On the neighboring plateau, an old ampitheatre some fifty feet from the edge of the escarpment communicates with the beach through a cavern with wide openings at both ends, above which the limestone rock forms a natural bridge. The walls of this cavern, which is in the sandstone stratum at the foot of the cliff, are extremely rugged and irregularly corroded, and show no marks of human workmanship. The tunnel could not have been excavated by either rains or waves, and its existence can only be explained by the action by sand blown by the fierce northern gales against a soft spot in the rock. Mediaeval Poison Rings. In Italy the poison ring was carried to the perfection of malicious imagining. The "Anello della morte" was occasionally resorted to as a means of putting an enemy out of the way. A hollow point in the bezel, worked by a spring, commmunicated with the receptacle behind, for the poison, in such a way that the villianous wearer could, in giving his adversary a hearty grasp of the hand, inflict a mortal scratch. The point was fashioned to look like an ornament. So deadly and enduring wa the poison contained in these rings, that some twenty or more years ago death was nearly occasioned by handling one unwittingly. A curio fancier was turning over gems in a shop in Paris, when he fell fainting and was with difficulty restored. It was found that he had been wounded by a poison ring. This instrument of destruction was also worn in perilous times, in order that the owner might commit suicide rather than fall into an enemy's hands. Another kind was furnished at the back with a slide, which could be slipped back by the wearer, w ho would drop the poison into the wine he offered to a hated guest. This kind was affected by Caesar Borgia, whose own signet ring bore an inscription little suited to his character "Fais ce que dois, avien que pourra." Another form of poison ring was the one which had for its bezel tho key to a casket. The wearer would hand his ring in a confidential manner to a visitor, and desire him to hand him some article from his jewel box. The key, in being turned in a somewhat stiff lock, would give the unwary, conndant a prick, which had for him fatal results. London Standard.

Origin of Arithmetical Signs. The sign of addition is derived from the initial letter of the word plus. In making the capital letter it was made more aud more carelessly, until the top part of the P was placed near the center, and hence the plus sign was finally reached. The sign of subtraction was derived from the word minus. The word was first contracted into m n s, with a horizontal line above to indicate the contraction, then the letters were omitted, which left the short line, . The multiplication sign was obtained by changing the plus sign into the letter X. This was done because multiplication is a short method of addition. Division was formerly indicated by placing the dividend above a horizontal line, and the divisor below. In order to save space in printing the dividend was placed to the left and the divisor to the right, and a dot was written in the place of each. The radical sign was derived from the initial letter of the word radix. The sign of equality was first used in 1557. It was used to avoid repeating the words "equal to." Marysville (CaL) Budget Justly Rebuked. A half-famished fellow tells of a baker, whose loaves had been growing smaller by degress and beautifully less, who, when going on his round to serve his customers, stopped at the door of one of them and knocked. The lady within exclaimed: "Who's there?" and was answered: "The baker." w What do you want ' "To leave your bread." "Wo 11, you needn't make such a fuse about it; put it through the key bcla." London Tid-BU-

S a. The Greatest Man. A man riding along a road came upon

j an old fellow who, loud in voice and

violent in action, was endeavoring to start a balky team. The horse-back traveler, amused at tho old fellow's productive lesource of strong adjectives, stopped, threw one leg over the horn of his saddle and without saying anything sat watching the performance. The coversd wagon to which the team was attached was the "mover's" typical vehicle, With two chairs tied behind. A woman, three children, a mule colt and a dog belonged to the outfit. "If I had enough money to take us fifty mile's I'd cut your infernal throats!" the old fellow shouted as he leaned for a moment's rest on apiece of rail with which he had been belaboring the horses. "You can pull out of here easy enough, you infernal scoundrels. Why, a jack rabbit and a sick cat hitched up together could pull out of here." "Anderson," said the woman, "why don't vou hold some fodder before them ?" "Confound it, didn't you see me do that just awhile ago?'' "Well, why don't you stick a pin in their flanks ?" "Haven't you got any sense at all? Didn't you see me stick 'om with a darnin' needle jest now? You better go off some where an' run with the sucklin calves." "Thar's one thing I know you ain't tried. " "What's that?" "Tw'Min' their under jaws." "I'll twist your under jaw if you don't hush." The old fellow, turning about, addressed the man on horse-back. "How long have you been here watchin' me?" he asked. "Don't know exactly." "Putty good while?" "Yes." "Servin' your second term, ain't you?" "Second term of what?" "Bein' governor of this state." "I'm not governor." "No! Wall, you must be secretary of state." "I am not, however." "But you must be a great man of some sort." "No, I am simply a country merchant." "It's mighty strange, then." How strange? I don't in the least understand you. Why do you take me to be a great man ?" "Because a fellow that ean set an' watch a balked team and not offer any suggestions must be great in fact, you are the first man of that sort I ever did see. You deserve greatness anyhow, I'll tell you that, and I feel it my duty to do somethin' for you. I've got a line rifle and a good dog and they are yourn if you'll take them." "No, I thank vou." "Here's a five-dollar bill, all the money I've got, but vou may have it." "I won't take it." "Well, I feel like givin' you somethin'. Say, you wouldn't mind me namin' a boy after you, would you?" "No." :All right, what's your name?" "Worthington P. Billingsham." "Good enough. Becky!" he called. "Yes," a woman answered. "Where's the baby?" "In the wagon asleep." "Wall, wake him up an' name him after this man. Good day if you are gone, mister. Don't care if you don't hold no office, you are the greatest man I ever saw." Arkansaw Traveler.

Tomniy Peterby's Experience. Mrs. Judge Peterby, of Dallas. Texas, has a gifted son 'who is very much addicted to reading the newspapers, and adopting or putting into practice any hints or suggestions which he thinks are really valuable. He is particularly enthusiastic about hints in regard to health. Just about the time the first green watermelons came into season, Mrs. Peterby on her return home from spending the day with a friend, found her son Tommy sick, with two doctors taking it turn about with stomach pumps. She also noticed that her numerous geraniums and pot plants were gone. During one of the pauses in Tommy's indisposition she asked what had become of them.

"I read in the Journal of Health,9 gasped Tommy, feebly, while one of the doctors was screwing a new nozzle on his stomach pump, "I read that it isn't healthy to have plants in a sleeping room, so I sold 'em." "What did you do with the money, you little wretch?" " Bought watermelons, " gurgled Tommy, as the doctor inserted the nozzle and began to dredge for more alluvial deposit. Mrs. Peterby has spent some time, while Tommy has been convalescing, in trimming down one end of a hogshead stave so that she can wield it with both hands on an emergency and Tommy, Texas Sif tings. Reunited After a Decade. Freeport, down in Maine, has a romance of which all the people for miles around are talking. It is the reunion and remarriage of a couple after a separation of nineteen years, and the first meeting of father and son, the latter now almost grown to man's estate. Captain Harry Deymore, the hero of the story, is an adventurous spirit who has traveled the world over, made and lost fortunes, and now, at the age of 69, has returned to find the wife he deserted nineteen years ago true to him still. The captain followed the sea for many years, was a gold digger in California in 1849, a speculator and merchant later on, and is now in the enjoyment of a comfortable income from some San Francisco investments. He was married twenty years ago, during one of his trips East, to Miss Jennie A. Lawrence at Boy.loinha.m in this State. The old craving for a change of scene overcame the captain before he had been marrkWl six months, and he left his wife to go w Califonaa on a trip. From thert ho went to Alaska, and for years nothing was heard of him. A few months after the caotain loft 4

son was bdrnl Wheft Deymore had been absent three years the wife obtained a divorce, but she never remarried. For years tho man has been mourned as dead and the boy had grown up to believe himself fatherless. A few months ago, however, a letter ciime from the wanderer inquiring if the wife he had deserted was still alive. Letters and photographs were ex changed, and later the old man crossed the continent to rejoin his family. Tho captain, bent with age, was met at the depot by the son he had never seen before. They knew each other instinctively and rushed into each other's arms. The meeting between husband and wife was very affecting. Nothing would do the old man but that they should be remarried immediately. Mrs. Deymore, not unwilling, accompanied him to Rev. Mr. Longren's residence, and the two old people were wedded once mora The captain says he has finished roaming around, and means to settle down and make reparation to his wife and son. He is a fine looking old man, and tells some wonderful stories of hi? experiences in buffeting the world. Two Unique Landladies. A friend of mine has been hunting apartments lately, says a bright London correspondent, and he is overflowing with stories concerning the rules and regulations of these temperance hotels. I called with him at one of them, and after having inspected some sepulchral apartments on the fourth floor ve were confronted by the stony-faced landlady. "I don't tbink your rooms will suit me," said my friend. "Here is the tariff and rules. Read the testimonials in the back," replied the landlady. We glanced over the folder, and, finding the prices by no means cheap and "extras" abundant, we prepared to go. "Lights are turned down at 12 o'clock and the gas is turned off at 12:15," said the landlady, planting herself in front of the door so that we could not escape. "Suppose I should have a friend calling who happened to overstay the hour?" queried my friend. "We provide a caudle in every room," was the answer, "and we allow no ales, wines, or liquors of any kind in the house." "Not even if I am sick and require a drop of brandy?" "Ginger is better than brandy for sickness," responded the remarkable woman, and then launched into a dissertation upon the evils of taking spirits for medicine. She did not even believe in external rubbing with alcohol, she informed us. The harangue was getting tiresome, and my friend attempted to cut it short by saying pleasantlv : "1 have no doubt thftt you use every effort for the well being aid comfort of your guests, but, as I said before, I don't think the rooms suit me." "If you want the comforts of a home you can get them here, but if you want a bar you will have to go elsewhere," snapped the apostle of temperance. And we escaped. One other funny experience we had that afternoon was in a large, handsome house which displayed the familiar sign, "Furnished Apartments," over the door. Our knock was answered by a neat house-maid, and a capital example of the type of British matron made her appearance. She smoothed her siik gown gave a twist to her cap ribbons and greeted us pleasantly. "You have apartments to let?" said my friend inquiringly. Her face underwent a change, "Yes," she answered shortly. "But we don't take in Americans." After some little conversation she was pleasant enough in her explanations of her reasons, and foremost among which were the facts that American sightseers are irregular in taking their meals and do not like to give the customary week's notice upon leaving. She was good natured but firm in her decision. But she stands almost alone in her position. Most London lodging-house keepers and tradesmen have no compunctions against "taking in" Americans to an unlimited extent.

Fifty-seven Guineas for a Pack of Cards. Fifty-seven guineas is not a bad price for a pack of cards, and it was given a day or two since by a dealer at a sale held in Birmingham. The pack is stated to be the only one of its kind in the world. Every card is specially engraved, and the pack comprises an exhaustive pictorial history of the principal events in the reign of Queen Anne down to 1706, They include the victories of Marlborough, the sea fights of Admiral Benbow, all the various changes connected with the parliamentary proceedings of the day, and the conclusion of the treaties between England and France and Spain. The queen of hearts is a very well drawn picture of Queen Anne herself, and the king of hearts represents Prince George of Denmark, her husband. Tbe queen of diamonds is Annie Sophia, Queen of Denmark; the queen of clubs is the Princess lioyal of Prussia, and the queen of spades is the Princess Anne of Russia. The knaves were represented by leading politicians of the day. This curious pack was the occasion of much spirited bidding between the gentlemen who held commissions for the purchase. Had they gone to one of these local art gallery would have eventually received them. As it is, their destination is Shropshire. Pall Mall Gazette. Unpatriotic, 1 always hate to tell a story out of season, says a Baltimorean, but I am afraid that this one will not keep until the next Fourth of July, so here goes: A woman who lives in the western part of our city was very much disturbed by the frightful noises which accompanied the ceiebrulion this year. She was old and quite ill, and she had spent a night tossing, waiting in vain for a silence that came not and which drove sleep out of the question. It was near sunbreak, when the noise was at its wildest, when with a groan she turned over and in despair ejaculated: "Goodness, gracious me, I wish the other side had li'cked!"

Marriage Broken oNienoa. In a letter written from Italy by Dickens to the poet Rogers, which ap pears in the biography of the poet, oc curs the following graphic description of the marriage brokers of Genoa: Do yon know of the marriage brokers among the Genoese ? Sometimes thej are old women queer old women whe are always presenting themselves mysteriously at unexpected times like theii sisterhood in the Arabian Nights. But there a::e men brokers; shrewd, hard, thorough-paced men of business. They keep formal registers of marriageable young ladies and marriageable young gentlemen; and when they find a very good match on their books or rather when one of these gentry does he goes to the father of the young lady and savs : "Signor, you have a daughter to dispose of?" "I have," says the father. 41 And you will give her 50,000 francs, " says the broker. "On fair terms," replies the father. "Signore," replies the broker; "I know a. gentleman with 60,000 francs, embarked in business, who will take 50,000 francs and the clothes." "Clothes to what value," asks the father. "Clothes to the value of 500 francs, and a gold watch," says thebroker. "His terms are too high ; my daughter hasn't got a gold watch," says the father. "But, signore, she has a cast in the eye," says the broker; "and a cast in the eye is cheap at a gold watch." "Say clothes worth 250 francs and a silver bracelet," retorts the father. "I admit the cast in the eye, and will throw in the silver bracelet, though it is too much." " We couldn't do it signore, under a gold watch," says the broker. "The young gentleman might have done better in his last negotiation, but he stood for a watch. Besides, ignore, as a fair-dealing man, you must make an allowance for the ankles, which, says the broker, referring to the books, "arc thick, If I did rigid justice to my employer, signore, and hand't a personal regard for you, I should require at least 150,000 francs for each leg. On such terms the bargain is discussed, and the balance struck, and the young people don't see each other until all is settled.

BUTTE HILL BURYING GROUND.

A Boy and a Paul hen In the lumber camp on the Uppei Aroostook there was a boy 16 years ol age named Andrew Jackson, an EnglishSwede, just from tho old country. One morning our crew started out scaling lumber as usual, when an unearthly scream sounded behind them. The mea ca me running in in excited groups. The bov was the last to arrive and a m panther was following him it might have been but a rod or two behind, but he did not seem to quicken his steps,. Kirk, the boss, could not get the men back to work, although they had not

i4 seen the brute. Andrew said, "Me go!"

The men looked in astonishment as he arose, took his ax, and btarted alone toward the landing. Then, as if shamed by the action of the boy, they all went back to their work. Day passed, and it was nearly night, when suddenly we heard the same uproar in the direction of the landing, and the teams soon came in. "Where is Andrew?" asked Kirk. "The blamed fool wouldn't come," answered Bill, one of the men. "He has got a pen all rigged out with long stakes sharpened at the ends, and he's a settiri inside es calm es if he was going to eat his supper." "And here is twenty men agoing to see him eat up for that creature's supper before they will stir to help him," shouted Kirk indignantly. "Come, if vou are men and not cowards, follow me.

We started with axes and crept cautiously through the bushes. What a sight met our eyes. In the midst of a mass of broken stakes lay a panther, still quivering, though quite dead, impaled upon two of the sharpest stakes, his round head battered to a jelly, while Andrew stood near reviewing him, and blading or trying to bind a deep gash in his shoulder. "Well, Andrew, you have done it," shouted Kirk, rushing to help him, "Yaw!" answered the Swede, "me feex that," pointing to the broken pen ol stakes. "Him come; him joomp on de steek; me kill wid ax; dat's so." The brute measured seven and a hall feet. Andrew was t. hero in more than one camp that year. Philadelphia Press. Edward Irvine's Vagaries. A statement made on the authority of the late Archdeacon Philpot, that on one occasion Edward living attempted by prayer to bring his dead child to life, has baen stigmatized by the Irvingites as an attempt to cast a slur upon the character of a great and good man. But the circumstantial evidence of Mr. J. Ba :e in a letter to last week's liecord is conclusive. Some sixty years ago Mr. Hate was acquainted with two brothers of the name of Douglas, booksellers, and predecessors of the present firm of Burns & Oaves "Of the two brothers., the younger was a follower of Irving. He died of con sumption, but wan fully convinced, almost till the very hour of his decease, that he should live to see the Lord's personal advent. After his death Mr. Irving and some of his prophets camo to the house and attempted to raise him from the dead. This was told me at the time by the elder brother. He stud to me that he felt deeply pained at the conduct of Mr. Irving and his friends; for they laid to his charge the failure of their attempt to raiso his brother from the dead. The causa tney said was hia (the elder Douglas's want of faith," St. James's Gazette.,

Distributing His Favors. Young Mrs. Green o Henry, dear, do you think so much bread and molasses is good, for Harry ? Young Mr. Greeie Certainly it's good for him. Don't yon know 'bread is the stab of life?r Young Mrs. Greene Y-e-e-e s but so much molasses, you know! Young Mr. Greene Well, what of R? He doesn't eat the nolasses; he leave that .vc. tho doorknob. Puck.

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OUmI Willi Ttir Boota On As the traveler approaches Billing fr'm the east, he sees to the left of the railroad a lar$:;e number of houses, mostly of primitivo construction. There is a gap of open country and then comes Billings. That suburb is worth a visit It is part of Montana's history. It is Coulson, The houses, with a single exception, are untenanted, and have been for some years. It is said that people coming to Billings find it difficult to get houses. But it is never suggested that the surplus population be gathered at Coulson. If there is not a first-class ghost story for every house in the deserted town, then things are not as they should be. If you go to Coulson you must climb "Butte Hill and see the Coulson burying-ground. Twenty-four men are buried there, and twenty-three of them died with their boots on. One day California Jack every border town had its California Jack staked his last twenty-dollar gold-piece at the faro table and lost it. He gob np, feeling ugly, walked outdoors and into the restaurant which was near by. Several men were there, and a little waiter whq knew California Jack intimately was sitting on a table swinging his feet. "I'll shoot the first man that speaks, said California Jack. "What's the matter with you?" called out the waiter in a bantering tone. California Jack put his left hand on the little fellow's shoulder and at the same instant drew his pistol and shot bis victim through the heart. It was such a cold-blooded affair that the men in the place, usually ready, fcvat as if paralyzed just long enough to let California Jack swing himself upon his ho rse and get out of range. Then there was hasty recruiting of a posse, but it was too late. California Jack escaped and never came back to Coulson. That is the way one of the twentythree graves on "Butte Hill" was filled. The other stories are like unto it Coulson was hers before Billings was. It was the great outfitting point for tbe buffalo hunters. It was a frontier metropolis. When the railroad approached the Coulson people saw their town a second Chicago. Coulson boomed until the railroad company built by it, got a section of land, a couple of miles for ther west, and located Billings. It was proposed to connect the new town and the old town with a street railroad. The cars were even ordered and received. But the project went the way of so many other schemes of the early days. People gradually moved away from Coulson untUonly "Liver-Eating" Johnson remained. Mr. Johnson is credited with having taken 1,239 Sioux scalps. Once upon a time he and two compan ions had an unusually severe tussle with the "varmints." Mr. Johnson was so worked up over the struggle that at the end of it he cut out the liver of an Indian and devoured it in the presence of his companions, who told the story. Ever since that time he has been known as "Liver-Eating" Johnson, and he makes no denial of the incident The historical associations at Coulson are not unpleasant to Mr. Johnr-on, and the ghost stories do not disturb his slum bers. Billings (Mon.) letter. Business "I call that a bit of sharp practice,1 said one merchant to another, as they discussed a certain transaction. "Ah, well, we must remember it's all in the way of business," was the careless reply, and the first speaker nodded in acquiescence. . Yet, prevalent as the custom may be of keeping one set of morals for private life and another for the public, no man can adopt it and "save bis soul alive." He who unduly depreciates an article because he wishes to buy it, or praises beyond its desert that which he intends to sell, may not bewpularlj considered a liar, and yet to the eye ot honesty, he seems nothing more nor less than that "The room suits me exactly, said one of the two friends who were together seeking winter quarters. "I am sure I shall return and take it" The other, looking meaningly at her, found fault with this and that pretended to doubt the desirability of the location, and made a dozen objections which, as her friend Juiew, she did not really feel. "You kuow nothing whatever about business," said the la&t speaker, as they reached the street together. "Why did you say at once that you liked it?". "Because I did," was the simple reply. "That's no reason at alL In business, my dear, you must learn to conceal what you really think. It's a game of hide-and-seek, and you must He in ambush as long as you can." Yet, a self-respecting man can hardly keep a doleful countenance after making a purchase, and relas: into enthusiasm when he get round tho corner, without feeling himself to be more - r less of so actor and a hypocrite. A certain literalspeaking and straight-forward farmer was wont to say, when beginning to "trade," "That's my price; I aint got no other. Take it or leave it and tell me when your mind's made up, I cant watt all day." Objections to the quality of his goods, he never deigned to answer. "It's there before ye to speak for itself," he would reply. "Take iter leave it The consequence was that very little haggling occurred when he was one of the parties completing a bargain. No one having goods to sell sought him with two prices, an "asking" and "taking19 price, for the old gentleman encouraged no such proceedings. "But, after all," said a gentleman in discussing this subject, "you can't suppress trickery in trade. It's the way of the world, and we might as well submit" "lean only quote, in reply, an old story current in Nantucket," said another. "Two men were talking over the gruffness and bad temper of another, and one of them said, 'Well, I suppose we must have patience with him; it's only his way 'Then, suid the other, 'it's a migh ty poor way, and he'd better get cut of it as aoon as possible.' " i