Bloomington Telephone, Volume 14, Number 36, Bloomington, Monroe County, 1 November 1889 — Page 2

MX SOMD GIKJU

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Tftfl, I romember -well the tvc I asked her to be

mine,

And how 1 prayed the graces that my "Wish she'd

Hot UeeU7ie.

I thick no other mortal ever loved a maid bo

well :

I hadn't half enough words my constancy to

tell.

With her mv ovro the future years with sun

shine would be bright.

Without her lifo would be to mo a dreary, star

less night.

60 my heart went wildly touting and my brain

was in a whirl

When she placed her fcaua in mine and said," 111

be vonr solid girl.

6ho was a fragile creature then cf fairy-like de

sign.

X little dreamed that now her weight would

double that of mine :

That the clinging little woman all so delicate

and wan Would in the after years become a stalwart amazon.

But, still it sometimes happens that such

changes do occur, s And now that she's 'the Hfore to me I can't think less of her.

Did I not love her dearly I snould think myself

a cnu! 1. She kept her promise faithfully she's atiU my solid girl.

SAVED BY A PARROT.

BY DWIGHT BALDWIN. "Stop thief I" Pit-a-pat. Pit-a-pat, Halt, or I tire!" The watchman paused beside a lilac bush, fragrant with the blossoms of May, and leveled his revolver. But the fugitive &pvd on through the neglected grounds surrounding the old Thorndaie mansion. Bang! As the shot rang out upon the still night air, its intended victim looked back. At the same instant the moon peeped over the top of a dark cloud, its silverwhite ray illumining Irs handsome, though startled face. 44 Halt r shouted the watchman, recocking his weapon.

But not even the whistling of the leaden bullet had brought the fugitive to terms. He raised a large object to a level with his head, and, with marvel

ous agility, leaped, into the air, and dis

appeared from view over a high stone

wall. From the vantage ground of this bar

ren, the panting custodian of the place was soon flashing his dark lantern up

and ' down the narrow confines of the

deserted little court.

A muttered curse escaped his lips as

he saw that his pursuit had been a fail ure. fc Hello, Tom Daley! What are you doing there?9 This hail and question proceeded from a tall man who had just arrived at the street corner about fifty feet away. Following a trespasser a thief, Mr. Graves," was the response. "Open the gate, and be lively about itr "Well? queried Graves when his command had keen complied with and he had been admitted to the extensive enclosure. "I wa3 in front of the house when I heard a noise in the rear." Well?" "I ran around and saw a man leaping from the library window." "Ha! a burglar?" "Exaotlv." "Had he taken anything?" "He carried in his hand a bird cage the largest of all of them, I think." That's strange! Would you know him? 46 1 would, and do." "Who is he? toLyne Laird." The old man's former secretary? "The same. I got a good view of him. and am sure. What he could want with a bird cage I can't understand." "Nor I, except that it is to cover up 1m trpcks destroy a clue of some kind." "A clue!" repeated Daley, hoarsely. You don't mean " "That Lyne Laird murdered his former employer and benefactor, Israel Thorndaie? That's it to the smallest punctuation mark." "Impossible!" "I thought so at first, but facts are convincing things." "Hadn't we better give the alarm? He may get out of the city." "'No danger, I've notified the police to run him in. They'll have him by morning." '"But what in the world n "Listen, Daley, here's the ease. Three days ago Old Israel Thomdale was found in his library, where he's slept among his birds, squirrels, and white mice, these twenty years, with a knife buried in his heart." . "That's right. I was the first "Never mind that I'm called as a professional detective to take control of the case, and place you in charge of the premises." And much obliged I "The lower floor seemed to have been a good deal ransacked, but nothing of value was missed. The motive wasn't robbery, savs L" "That's eiear." "So I look deeper. Who would be benefitted by the old man's death? I inquere." "Not; Lyne Laird I" "Don't jump at conclusions. The dead man's niece, pretty little Susie Truax, is his sole heir at law." "So they say. But you don't mean

To accuse her? Bless you, no!

She's as good as she's beautiful. She's been the light of Old Israel's life since her mother died and she came to live with him, six years ago." "They says that the old man disebarged Laird last year, for making love to her." "That was my only clue. An hour after the matter was placed in my hands, I left the city for Keokuk, where she had been for a month, visiting an old schoolmate, "And you found "

"That Lyne Laird had been there for two weeks, but left the morning of the day the murder was committed, ostensibly to return to Chicago, where he is employed as a stenographer. Instead of that, he came here: "That looks bad. What was he doiog in Keokuk?" Paying oourteey to Miss Truax." "Nor, Yea, and scceessfully, too. He urged Iter to marry him at once, but she de-

1 dined to do it without her uncle's consent."

"Which he would never have given?" "Of course not So the knight of the pencil makes a double play: he eliminates the consent question, and makes his prospective bride the heiress of a cool million, all with one stroke of the knife." "I see." "Since my return this evening from Chicago, where I learned that Laird

had not been seen since he left on his

vacation, more than a fortnight ago. I

have found that he was seen hero, a 1 1 i m

wnnm two diocks or wnere wo now

stand, on the nigh t of the murder." It will go hard with him. won't it?" "Hard ? It will hang him Tom Daley had made no mistake.

j.ne man wuo nau exacted mm was in

deed Lyne Laird, the accepted lovor of the dead millionaire's niece. Vaulting a second wall he escaped the eyes of the watchman, and was soon a mile from the plade. In the busiest portion of the city he entered a large lodging house, and quietly mounted to the upper floor. There he unlocked a door and passed into a small, scantily furnished sleeping room. Ke placed his burden, a large wire cage, upon the bed, and proceeded to light a lamp. Then he threw himself into a chair. "What do I not owe to Susie?" murmured he. "But for her I would never have imagined myself suspected. She

was more than a match for Detective

Graves. Her warning! may save me,

yet."

' Still, I'm in a bad box," he resumed,

after a moment's reflection. "It will be

shown that I was here the night of the murder, probably that I was seen to en

ter the house. Besides this, and my

recent visit to Keokuk, the murderer has no doubt left clues purposely to en

tangle me. If I only had a suspicion of

the real perpetrator, all might be well. Polly Ballou, there, is my only hope." Ho turned towards the cage from which a large parrot was peering forth.

If anything; was said, either by the

assassin or his victim, its ten to one she will repeat it, continued the young n: an. "I remember her as something wonderful as an imitator." "Perdizione !" At this word, uttered in the shrill, falsetto voice of the parrot, Lyne Laird sprang excitedly to hi3 feet. "Perdizione!" be repeated. "It's the favorite oath of Mezzofanti, Mr. Thorndale's old partner in the cigar importing trade. I heard him use it irequeutiy when ha was here three years ago. I always suspected him of designs on the old man's forcuue. He's the murderer!" "Perdizione! NeitheriLyne Laird,nor Polly Ballou, pronounced the word this time. It eminated from a map. whoe dark scowling face was glowering down from the transom over the door cjnnecting with the adjoining apartment. "Who's there?" came from the par

rot.

"Pretty Polly," said Lyne, encouragingly. "Michael Mezzofanti, you have killed me !" shrieked the bird. "I am saved!" cried Laird. "Perdizione!" The word was softly hissed out as the dark face vanished from above the

door.

Early the following morning Lvne

Laird was arrested by Grave the de

tective.

He waved an immediate hearing, and

was remanded for three davs.

In the meantime a strange thing came

to light.

This was the discovery among the

dead man's papers, of a will executed by him three years before.

With the exception of $10,000 given

Susie Traux, his entire fortune was

devised to his old-time partner, Michael Mezzofanti, of New Orleans.

While this caused a decided sensa

tion, few were surprised. Mr. Thorn -dale had been an exceedingly excentric

man, and always professed great regard for Mezzofanti, to whom, since the dis

solution of their partnership many

years before, h had more than once

advacced money.

A telegram was at once sent to New

Orleans, apprising the legatee of his

good fortune, and on the second day lie

put in an appearance and qualified as

the executor of the estate.

When the case of Lyne Liard was

called, the court room was crowded.

A strong prima facie case was made

by the prosecution, and the defendant placed in the box to testify in his own behalf. He protested his innocence, at d stated that he had called upon the murdered man to beg the hand of his niece in marriage. Be admitted that he had entered the mansion the night before his arrest and had carried away a large cage, containing Mr. Thorndale's favorite parrot, known as Polly Ballon, which, upon his arrest ha had left in the custody of his landlady, "Why did you do that?" asked tie

attorney for the State. WI though she might be able to clear me of the suspicion I knew to be upon me, by repeating what ever was said at the time of the murder." I have sent for tho bird," remarked the magistrate. JBut, your honor, sneered the lawyer, a parrot don't understand the nature of an oath," "Who's there?" came from the subject of the discussion, which was being borne into the eourt-room. Pretty Polly," said Lyne, arid stole a glance at the tearful, yet hopeful face of his yet constaut swee theart. He saw the encouraging smile upon her fair face suddenly transformed into a look of agony, and noted a gleam of of triumph in the sinsister eyes of the executor, as the bird shrieked out : "You have murdered me, Lyne Laird!" I withdraw my objection," said the lawyer for the prosecution when the exclamation of astonishment which h id swept through the room had been succeeded by a hush of horror. "I suppose that settles it," remarked the magistrate sadly, as he took up a

pen for the apparent purpose of writin g down his judgment. "Wait, please, said Susie Traur, and whispered something o her lover's attorney. Without a word the latter rushec from tho place. In a lew minutes he returned almost breathless. "This is John Pqlatsky," said he, pointing to an old man who followed him, "the leading bird fancier of tin citw Let him bo sworn !w

"Did vou sell birds to the late Israel Thomdale?" was the rst question. "Yes, many." "Did he buv from you one answering to the name of Pollv Ballou?" "Yes. Five years ago. 14 Would you know it?" -Yes, very." "Is that the bird?" "No, surely." "How do you know?" "This is yellow where Ballou is red, Besides" The bird-fancier shrugged his shoulders as if to imply that his art was toe deep to be expressed in words. "Have you ever seen thisl parrot boore?" "Yes, many times. She was mine until three days ago." "To whom did you sell her? "To that man." Necks were craned, and eyes followed the direction indicated by the bony finger of the bird fancier, "Predizione!" hissed out Michael Mezzofanti, a look of deathly whiteness coming into his usually swarthy face. "The very word he said when I asked a dear price for the bird!" cried

Polatsky.

The executor and legatee of the

Thorndale estate made a quick dash

for the door, but was intercepted.

His identification by the bird fancier,

was followed by other and crushing

evidence, and he was convicted and

executed for murder.

The will was proved to be a forgerv,

and pretty Trurx becamo a millionaire.

You said it would hang him," half

queered Tom Daley tho day that Mez

zofanti jiaid the penalty of his terrible

crime. Iknew better," replied Graves, with an effort at a wise look. "We detectives can't always give things away. I under stand though, that he and the heiress are to be caught in tho matrimonial noose soon, which is about a bad."

IN EXPERIENCE OF BO IS.

THE JAMES

Just 4famuy" it, Aow. The proprietor of a fashionable "West End hotel does not receive young ladies who are unaccompanied by chaperons, though they all hail from the United States, The other day a saucy yourijj damsel from Boston went bowling along Piccadilly in high spirits and a spick and span new handsoni. The fetching" combination pulled up at the Hotel. She bounced in aud asked if she could have a room for the night. Before the clerk could twist a smile with which to decorate his regrets that every apartment in the house was engaged, the young lady snapped out: "3v mamma will be here to-night from Liverpool. I've telegraphed for her." "O, very well; in that case you can, perhaps, be accommodated," gently suggested the clerk. The new arrival went on. in a voice

tremulous with irritation: ' Perhaps you'd like me to send for my father, too, and my sisters, and my cousins, my aunts, and a grandfather or two." "Mamma will answer the purpose nicely," the clerk replied with sererity. "O, I'm glad to know that," replied the Boston lassie with a toss of the head. "Because it will appease your suspicions as to who I am. I can show you my visiting card, a certificate of my birth, the pedigree of my family for three generations back, aud the vaccination mark on mv right arm." The clerk bowed humbly, and the young lady trotted off to her apartment. London Illustrated News.

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Au Old Kissing Game.

I found a peculiar custom ur at

Shepherds town, W. VaM where I spent my vacation," said a gentleman yesterday, "which was a novelty. The poo pie have what they call 'soups. A 'soup' is a sort of outdoor picnic. Each person invited brings a dressed chicken- The host provides the vegetables. The chickens and vegetables are put into huge kettles, holding ten or twenty gallons, and cooked over open fires for several hours until the combination is reduced almost to a jelly. Pepper and other seasoning are introduced. The young folks stir the soup with long-handled iron spoons, walking around the kettle as they stir. When a girl's spoon clicks against the spoon of a young man he is bound to catch and kiss her. As you can imagine there are a good many lively scrimmages around the kettle. When the soup is done it is ladled out into plates and is delicious. The custom is an old one and I was unable to find its origin. A company of Stonewall Jackson's com mand was recruited around Shepherdstown and it still keeps up the organization. It has a reunion every year and celebrates the occasion with a grand 'soup.' A 'soup of that company to bo properly gotten up should he made of stolen chickens, but the veterans have had to give up foraging since the "war an d now mak e a comprom ise with necessity by going around in squads and robbing each other's hen roosts by a prearranged understanding." Wash ington Post. An Apology. Gazley (presenting his card) I represent my friend, Mr. Dolley. Yon grossly insulted him last night, and he demands au apology or satisfaction, Bir. Tangle I don't remember insulting anvbodv. G azl ey You told hira to go tc Jericho, sir. Tangle Oh, yes, I believe I did. Sc Dolley feels bad about it, does he? Gazley Yes, sir. He demands ai apology. Tangle Well, I don't want any ili feeling between us. You may tell him he needn't go. Life. Eve was probably the only wouui who could justly claim that she hiu "nothing to wear."

How They I2mpmI Af i'i- Hi- Kiimnui KhJ1 on NorthttnlOj Jiiiiik. The death of Boh Younger, one of the Northfield bank robbers, in tho Minnesota penitentiary, recalls an incident in connection with tho ilighfc or tiie raiders after they had bee 1 chased out of town. There were two men who escaped Jcse und Frank TamtH. Alter they had traveled a day and night Frank was taken sick. Thev sought a Irding place, where they remained for awhile until convinced that limy must go on or be captiired. Frank's illness grow worse. He was unable to sit on his horse. The two brothers parleyed over the situation. There was no safe hiding place in Minnesota. Frank said to Josse: "There is no reason why we should both bo caotiuec. You can make your escape. Put a bullet in my heart, and cover me with some leaves.

Thou go your way." There was something more than filial between those boys. They were sworn friends, and had resolved in the begining that where one went the other should follow, even to the death. Jesse heard the cool proposition of Frank. "I am going to get into Missouri." he said, "and you are going with me. You can't sit in your saddle, but you can ride with me if you e:m stick. If you've got to d o. Frank, you had bettor die where I can ta-;e care of your bod v." "I'll try it, M was the reply of the bushwhacker, who was almost too i'eeb.e to speak. They had been traveling by niht. It was dark when Jesse made the propsition and a storm was in tho sky. Frank was picked up and thrown scross tho saddle the same as a hunter would throw a dead deer. Jese mounted back of the saddle, took un the reins, plunged his spurs into the Hanks of a good Minnesota horde, which jumped into the prairie They outrode the gathering storm. All night they traveled, Jesse halting at intervals to ee if his brother was alive. Scarcely a word was spoken.- At daybreak they sought a hiding place, and

Frank pillowed jus head on hn coat. The horse was jaded and could not be relied upon to make another journey. The James boys were never without money. Their many escapes were due to this fact. There were times when hard pressed they abandoned their horses and crept into a city on the way, where by lightning changes they escaped suspicion and staid at hotels as, "distinguished foreigners" until pursuers were out of the way, when they would purchase fresh horses and pursue their journey in a canter. While Frank was resting the first day after his night trip Jesse went into the vicinity, bought a horse, and procured food and medicine for Frank. At nightfall he went to the hiding place, found his brother not much improved, administered to his wants, again lilted him into the saddle, and resumed his journey. There was one incident connected

with this flight which has never been printed. It was told by Jesse James himself alter he had gotten back to Missouri, and was told to one of his few friends, who repeated it to the writer. It may be relied upon, for whatever else may be set down against the J ames boys they were not given to braggadocio, nor were they given to falsehood when communicating with their friends. It was late in the afternoon, aud they had reached a settlement on the southern border of I wa. The northern boundary of their own State was almost in sight. They had not been able to purchase a fresh horse, and they became alarmed. Frank's condition was improved. As usual he was put into a hiding place and Jesse, as was the custom, went out to reconnoiter and get a good horse. In his rambles he came to a country church where a revival was in progress. He walked into the church and took his seat The old exhorter called for the wicked to come forward and flee from the wrath. This seemed to be directed to Jesse James and he heeded the call. In the religious excitement incident always to a country revival no one appeared to notice the stranger. At the close of the service the notorious bandit lost no time in making himself agreeable to the good old man who had charge of the meeting, aud the result was an invitation by the latter to the bandit to accompany him home. Jesse in the meantime had expressed a desire to enter the vineyard as a missionary, and it was arranged that he was to begin his work that night by addressing the saints and dinners at the old school-house. After supper the new missionary stepped out of the house, saying he wanted a little time for reflection When tho parson got ready to go to the school-house he went to the barn for his horse. It was gone. So was the newly fledged convert-missionary. Whether there was any service that night at the school-house in the woods is not known. But the parson's horse carried two men a sick and a well ono across the Iowa border that night over into the land of the bushwhacker. They crossed streams, sometimes., that were swollen by rains, swimming their horse. When they had been i:.i Missouri a few days Frank was left iti house of a friend, and Jesse, abandoning his "easy couches by night," traveled by rail. He reached Kansas City, and while the story of the exploit in Minnesota was still fresh in tho newspapers, this daring dovil, whose manner, when he was not on a raid, was meekness in itself, was the guest of a prominent man in Kansas City, who within a few hours alter the arrival of his guest notified Mrs. Samuels, tho mother of the James boys, who cam a over from her home across the river and was soon in the company of her favorite boy, Frank recovered and wont to Pettis County, Missouri, where he remained until he was strong enough to ttgo upon tho road again. n Is it any wonder that men with so much nerve aided always with money and protected by people who clauned to be good citizens, should have eluded the vi&ily.nce of the authorities as loag as th'j&e James boys did? Bound to Ho a Failure. "Mr. Slasher," imjui'vil . h managing

editor, "how did you like the play at the Thespian last night?" "It's a beautiful play," said the dramatic critic enthusiastically. "It is full of loftj' sentiment andelevated thought In fact, there in not an impure idea, suggestion, or situation in the whole production from tirst to Inst." 41 How long is the xlay to run?" "The engagement is for three months." "Mr. Sharp," casually suggested the managing editor to the business manager half an hour later, "it will be well.

perhaps, for you to collect all advertising bills promptly every week from the proprietor of the Thespiat . He's going to loae like thunder on the play he's running now." Chicago Tribune. The Man Who Wouldn't "o Below." During the war between England and America iu 1812, two seamen belonging to Perry's fleet on Lake Erie, were tried for the crime of desertion and shot, their bodies being buried on Presque Isle, Canada, Their names were James Bird and Edward Rankin. A few years ago a gale uprooted a treo growing over their graves, and the roots dragged to the surface the two skeletons. The fate of Bird had romantic surroundings. It was said that lie left his ship, the Lawrence, without leave, in order to visit his sweetheart, but with no intention oi deserting, for he returned of his own accord. Brought up for ex ccution, he fell but a few momenta before 1m 2ordou arrived. Much sympathy was elicited by his vad fate, and poets sought to immortalize in verso the memory of his heroism and love, and one song in particular was sung generally in the country about the Jake i by the grandmothers of people who are living to-day. It was set to doleful music. It told about the declaration of war against England and of the call for volunteers to deter d the lakes. Among the tirst to respond was the unfortunate Bird, who flew to arms at once. His parting from t.ae loved ones at homo is pathetically described: Ono Bwcet kiss he stole from Mary, Pressed his mother's hand onco more. Craved his father parting blessing, Eru he inarched for Erie's shore.1 The Battle of Lalte Erie is graphically described, Bird taking a Kcarcely

lean conspicuous part than Commodore Perry himself. In fact, they didn't see Oliver Hazard more than Bird did. -Where is Bird? the battle ragea, Ib tto in tho stnfo or no? Lo, behold, u ball has struck him, Sea iho crimson current How. , u 'Go below !' erics galbuit Porvy. No,' BHld Bird, '1 -will not. go; Let Lho liritish tire upon it-t, I v, ill never yo bdotv.'' H After such gallant conduct as the ahove, it seems hard to he bbot as a deserter, simply because lie forgot or neglected to ask leave to gj and see his sweetheart. The llag-ship Lawrence, from which Bird deserted, lay sunk in Erie harbor for man y years, and quite an industry was carried on in bringing -up fragments of it to manufacture into walking-sticks as souvenirs. It was but recently that the last survivor of the Battle of Lake Erie died. In 1860, when a statue of Commodore Perry was unveiled at Cleveland with imposing ceremonies, there wore a considerable number of the survivors present. The orator of the day was Bancroft, the American historian, who is still living. Texas Sift ings. What the Waiter dhl Says. "1 have come to the conclusion," said one of the rather pretty, black-eyed waiter girls at a popular restaurant tho other day, "that with many men the eating of their necessary meals is the most solemn, dull and harrowing business of their lives. They come in here with faces as long as the proverbial fence rail, look over the bill of fare as if it were a death warrant, select what they deem the most suited to their tastes, and order it with an air that would belit a man ordering his grave clothes,, eat at with a silence and moroseness that makes one shudder, and walk out the door with downcast eyes and surly looks, speaking to nobody and replying, only in the briefest monosyllabes if spoken to. I often wonder how they wortldi act at tables in their own homes if they had them, and how a womoxi would get along with any comfort if such a mass of acidity sat opposite her at si dinner which she had labored hard to prepare and place before her lord iia tempting manner. But if it were ever my fate to marry one of that yellow-skinned, dyspeptic crowd, one who has complaint in every wrinkle of his face and every motion of his elbow, I'd be a match for him! I'd poach his eggs in vinegar, make him sauce of unsweetened barberries, compound for him pies of choke cherries, give him cream of tartar with which to sweeten his coffee and pulverized alum to salt liis moat, antd if there is any truth in the precopt that 4iike cures like I would drive the sourness out of him!" And she bmshed the crumbs off the opposite side' of the table with a look and vehement that indicated that site meant just wimtshe said. Uiica Observer.

TWO TEARS.

How They Met, and What Thy Said to Each Other. It is a bright summer day in the vailey. The stream goes dancing down, and the merry globules huddled all together are laughing as they pass away to the deep sea to mingle with tna millions of others gathered frou all ports of places. There are happy drops, escaped from the caverns and the rocks from the depths of the darkness under the mountains; there are unwilling drops, that in the morning lay on the rose-leaves and took the hues of dainty, beauty from their tints; unhappy drops, that long again to be mist and hang over the mountain tops and creep among the fragrant piles; gay and laughing drops, that have been tumbling over the bowlders, in and out of shadow, looking forward to the hour when they would rush out into the valley and be free at last And among the joyous group one little drop goes silently and sadly along, jostled by the rest, but heeding not their merriment. " Why are you sad?" asked ono who has but seen the glorious sunlight for a few hours. "Are you not glad to be out dancing and sparkling like the rest of us? Did you love your dark chamber in the rocks so much?"

"My chamber was darker than the

rocks," answered the other.

I am a

tear from a mother's heart, a xiother who wept for her child." And a little way off two other drops fell together, drawn by mutual sorrow They wander down side by side, neither speaking. The gay flood dashes on the banks, flashes over rocks, makes i feint of climbing up to seize the dowers that bloom above it, and rattles laughingly away. Some of the drops too venturesome, throw themselves up at the bending sprays of green and are caught and lost. But through it all the two sad little things, holding on to one a& other, float on toward the sea. fc And what are yon?" asked one at last. lJid you come from the mist oz from the earth ? Were you a dew drop this morning, or did you foil from the clouds?" "I am none of these," it answors. 1 am from a woman's bright eye. I am the tear of a woman for her false lover." "Grieve not. Be not so pad. I am the tear of the girl who got him. San Francisco Chronicle. H itches' Plants. In most countries certain plants arc to be found associated with witchis and their craft. Bhakspeare causes one oi his witches to discourse of root of 'hem lock digg'd i' the dark:" likew ise also of "slips of yew silver'd in the moon V eclipse." Vervain was in olden time? known as "the enchanter's piaut:1' me, again, was regarded as an at tidote against their spells and machinations. Their partiality for certain treo is well known. According to Grimm, the trysting place of the Neapolitan witches was 8 walnut tree near Benevento. In walnut and elder trees they are also said to be in the habit of lurking at nightfall. Witches, too, had their favorite tlowers. Among these the foxglove was known as the witches bell" ; the harebell the "witches' thimbles." Tradition assorted that on moonlight nights they might be seen flying through the airr mounted on the stems of the ragwort, reeds, or bulrushes. Throughout Germany it is believed that witches career through the midnight skies on hayMany plants were pressed into the service as charms and spells for the detection of witches and evil spirits whe wandering about on their nefarious ei rands, particularly the St John's wort, still largely worn by die German peas- 4 an try as a kind of amulet on St John' eve.

Primitive Read-Making It is well enough known that cattle, heep and buffaloes form paths while korses do not. This results not f :om 1 difference in the habitu of traveling, bul from the form of thehof. The spreading focft animals with a cloven hoot eompresses the soil upon which thej trample, but the tendency of the solid hoof of the horse is to break up the soil. This is seen most plainly in the nctior of the different hoofs upon our anon roads in winter The author of "The Cruise of the Falcon says: "When we reached the bank of the stream we were lan del on a quicksand. Several Indians now commenced to rue rapidly backward and forward over this and in this way soon formed a fairly hard road for ourelye and horses. "This method of making a temporary solid path across a quicksand is very effectual. In Africa they first drive th oxen across a river that tba sands maj thus become sul&ciently hard to allow the heavy wagons to cross without danger of their sinking permanently into the treacherous bottom."

Uidu't Owe linn a Cent. A gentleman who rode down the street with a South Side feed and com mission dealer the other day, was surprised to hear him utter a low, chuckling laugh as he paused to let a pedestrian have a chance for life on tbe crossiug, says the St. Paul Globe. "See that man ?" he asked; "theone with the light suit?" Yes; what about it?" "Nothing paly he thinks he owes me $4 or $5, and he don't owe me a cent," "How is that?" 4He used to trade with me, and on every order for food or oats he gave me he would be 20 or 30 cents short. Of course that was nothing, and he would pay me the next order But tho nexk order he was short agan, and soon. It was his little game to beat me. I sat up two nights, studied hard intherule-4 and finally beat th game." "How?" " Why, before dolivsring.his order I opened the acits aud took enough rats to cover his shortage and squared hi account. Now be Ua quit trading with me and goen around the block for fear I will ask turn to pay u But he don't owe nre a wut, arid he is

just as weloome to traJitv with me as

ever.

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A MAN live by W;e--iitir uiLiwg not by debating a 05 ii , fcbou; mwiy things.

Defence T the Rag Carpet. The only thing that kills a rag carpel for popularity is its cheapness. If it cost $5 a yard it would be on the floo of every bondholder in the land. -Chert is something about a rag carpet thai suggests h&me. It is not so cold ftnd formal to the eye as the handsomelydowered Brussels that you see in tht parlor. As soon as you put your foot on a rag carpet you feel on good terms with the household, and you nati rally expect to hear a keUle sing an A set some friendly cat arch her back and rub socially against your shins. And the man that owns a rag carpet, raadt of articles collected about the hous can sit right down with the carue; ana talk with it It is full or pleasant reminiscences. He can see in tba; car pet pieces of all the clothiug- hf haa worn ior tho last ten or twenty ears. All his cast-off wearing uMparelis in tht carpet, except what i-iu iheerazy-uilt Overcoats, suspenders, leit hats, oeck tiesv glovos, and overshoe glow Lufort him i a red, white and blue sea that would set a statue peddler craay with deiigltt. "My friend, said a young at An. as he fished Mr. Hisensteiu out of the water, ''you owe year life uiae.w 'Howmucb discount tor cadi?" a-ed Mr. Kiseateiu vacantly, as ht wrung the -valet out oi his coat. H'iit(tfo Capital

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