Bloomington Telephone, Volume 14, Number 39, Bloomington, Monroe County, 15 November 1889 — Page 2

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THE KOMA17NT OF A HAlKPUf. Gray little QuaUor, qniet-ereii Cooped in the earner of a car, I -watched yon let f from leaf divide In that poor novel, "Lika a Star.' Your paper knife, I do declare, Was bat a hairpin from our hail. And -while the hairpin led the way, I saw you smile from page to page, And nod yonr heed a if to any : "This story dot in my heart enrage. But suddenly, unlike a lamb, You shut t he volume with a slam What did the pre'fons heroine do? Provafalse, though inojt divinely fair! Or die untimely v Would I know. That 1 might mal-e the placid air Wherein that novelists exist a, A very hunicane of nets. Ah ! would that I trignt in n tale, AH fashioned for your ear alone ; A little ship with silver sail From sapphire :4eas of Kros flown. But not You pm the hairpin hrtclt And left the train at Hacktmaack I -Pittsburgh JMs-patch

THE ACTED DREAM.

BY MKS. AIAKY A. IJKMSOX. Peace had been proclaimed in all the Western States. There was great rejoicing on the occasion among the settlers who had suffered for so many years. " Well, wife!" exclaimed Col. Poe, returning from a hunting expedition one day, "we can move outside the door now with some comfort, thank God !" The Colonel was a tall, noble-looking man, and had been celebrated for his skirmishes with the red-faces, in particular the Wyandots, who yet cherrished a deadly hatred for the " big foot, " as the leader "of the whites was called. The thank God" was echoed with a fervent spirit by his wife; and going to an entrance, CoL Poe cried, "Here, Hannah!" A beautiful girl appeared at the door. "Peace is proclaimed, girl, and now yon can marry Hawkins as soon as you please." "Oh, father!" exclaimed the young girl, her cheek crimsoning. "Yes, the young fellow has been a brave boy a brave, good boy, I shall give him my little Hannah, too. Come and kits me, darling." Hanrah Poe was the Colonel's only daughter. Her slight frame and serenely lovely face, framed in curls of wavy, paling gold, had something angelic, ethereal in them. She was the pride of her parents, the pet of her three elder brothers, the joy and sunshine of the household.

For five years they had lived in a rude cabin, near the fort, subject to all the annoyance of Indian warfare. Three children had been ruthlessly killed by the savages; they had therefore had reason to pursue the merciless enemy. "Well, Pm glad that we can breathe free once more," said the Colonel, seating himself, while preparation lor the evening meal went quietly on. "I'm sure I'm sorry for the part I have taken ; but then I've been forced into it. I've cent some gallant souls to the other world before their time, and some treacherous demons, too, who ought to have gone sooner.9 Meanwhile, on the other side of the river, a delegation from the tribe of the Wyandots was holding a conference. The head chief had just spoken, and a significant "ugh!" testified to the gratification of those who sat in council. "B-'g Foot must die, and the family of Big Foot must die!" "Who will avenge us?1 asked another. "I will go." An Indian much ab3ve the " ordinary height, graceful, yet powerful; a man whose face denoted more than usual penetration and intelligence, arose as he spoke. "Royennah has lost two brothers P be said. "The word has been spoken. Big Foot must die. I will do the deed." Thus saying, he walked stately from the circle, and took his direction toward the cabin of the unsuspecting hunter. The family were just sitting down to tea. Hannah was bearing a platter of smoking cakes to the table, when he espied a tall, splendid warrior marching toward the cabin. He entered, looking haughtily around. "Ha, brother!" at the word brother, the Indian started, and a flush darkened his swarthv cheek "we are both brothv ars, now, are we not?" said the Colonel, in a heavy voice. "Come in come in and welcome. Hannah, my gir, place another seat for my guest here, ait by my side, brother, and let us eat our meal in peace. There has been Late between us; but let us forgive each other, and forget our deeds of warfare. Siiall we not bury the hatchet?" The pale face has spoken," said the chief, slowly, taking his seat as directed, end looking warily round. Very well, very well; help him to o-tn cakes, Hannah I'm very glad we can meet as friends. Bye-and-bye we shall see you raising corn with us, building cabins, and making gardens; shall it be so?" "The white man has said," replied the Indian, in the same unmoved manner. Hannah watched his dark, handsome face, while her brothers and her father conversed unsuspectingly. She noticed that every few moments he knit his brows, and glanced from under them in a suspicious, unsteady way. Never before had the Colonel seemed so frank and genial. He smoked with the chief, and told stories of the campaign, and treated the red man with every possible kindness. "You had better stay over to-morrow, brother, and you will see a white man's wedding," he said laughingly, as young Hawkins came in. "Bhoyennah would rather see a brave's wedding," replied the chief, removing his pipe and glancing steadily

at Hannah. Perceiving his look, the Colonel soon changed the conversation. Hannah contrived once to detain her father aside, saying, "I feel my old fear of the Indians f must he stay all night?" "To bis sure he must, my child," replied the Colonel. "You have nothing to fear, for he shall sleep in my room. Besides, he knows that peace is restored, and that it would only be the beginning of wholesale butcheries if he was to harm us. No, no, never fear; Bhennah is a high-souled brave, and would never consent to see us treacherously dealt by, after we have treated him so kindly."

VIRGINIA'S HRAY& WO HEX. How Mrs. LittlciHKi FaowU a ESattry of Among the first military movements iu the South wtw the sending hv Vir

ginia of an army under Gen. John A.

Hannah was not quite convinced; but still she placed great faith in her father. Night came on rapidly the fire grew low and young Hawkins took leave of Hannah, his heart beating at the thought that on the morrow she should be all his own. One by one the mem bers of the family retired, taking hospitable leave of Bhoyennah. The Colonel spread a bed of mats upon the floor, before the hearthstone, and his wife ana himself retired in the samo apartment. Bhoyennah threw himself down; but his keen, dark eyes closed not in slee: Glowing like the few embers still blazing, they turned toward the lire, growing Wight and more tierce as revengeful thoughts leaped up in his bosom. "But for the pale face that sleeps there," ho said to himself, "my two younger brothers would walk the hunting grounds of their fathers to-day. He has murdered the best men of my tribe. I must revenge them. Still, I have eaten with nim, I have smoked the pine with him, and he has treated me like a brave. It would be a coward's action to strike him now; but I have promised. Bhoyennah must keep his promise to his tribe' Still as the tiny flame upon the hearth flickered and glowed, and he lay uneasily turning, better emotions from time to time filled his heart, lie heard the heavy breathing of the Colonel, who, having the utmost confidence in the honor of his gnest, had not even taken the precaution to place his gun within reach. They were asleep now, so probably was the whole house

hold entirely at his mercy. He looked at his tomahawk, his gun, his keen scalping knife, and thought of the traditions of his tribe. Darker and darker grew the room ; its heavy beams overhead were lost in the darkness of the shadows. Deeper and deeper grew the sleep of the tired family. It approached midnight and the house was wrapped in silence. Bhoyennah lifted himself stealthily, and strove with his keen sight to penetrate the darkness of the apartment. He grasped the terrible tomahawk firmly, and stood in another moment beside the bed of the Colonel. And there, as if riveted to the spot, he gazed and thought, his nervous finger moving over the weapon of destruction, "Is this like a brave?" he murmured; "stealing, skulking, watching a helpless foe! But my promise! They will laugh and make sport if I show mercy;" and up went the fatal weapon. At that moment a flash of light illuminated the whole room a stick set to drv in the corner had suddenly

taken fire, blazed up and distinctly re-

vealed the features of the doomed

who at that moment smiled. The

of Bhoyennah fell powerless at his

as the httul flame piayed lrom length 1 great herd of fine oxen and cows with a to length of the great room, and SCOre of hmh-bred horses and mules.

with something like remorse in his heart . and granaries stored with produce and

lm piemen ts.

Down there the next morning rode

nation! Wire cried wilh an oath, and, turning around, himflf gave the order. Not a man left his place or raised a finger to obey. No iseijiic was strong enough to make those American soldiers discharge their cannon at that brae woman and her seven children, and

AVise, afterward tho famous Avar gov- j Wi0 sot up his tents iu tho next field I

ernor, to locovor this western part of

the State, which had declined tc secede. This army fallowed the old turnpike over the Alleghanies, through the Warm and "White Sulphur Springs and down the Kanawha, and in June, 1801, it reached and camped round about Charleston, some sixty miles above the Ohio, and now the capital of the State. Wise had been chosen to command this expedition in the hope that ho would crush out the Union sentiment west of tho mountains by the prestige of his name and the persuasive power of his eloquence, rather than by arms; but ho chose instead to assert a tyrannical military power, which soon made him cordially hated by many of his would-be friends as well as by his foes no, not foes, for he saw none, but by those who disagreed with his doctrine. Nothing conJ "ibutod to this more thau his very first act on arriving at Charleston. A few miles below the citv, on the bank of the Kanawha, where three important roads converged, stood the Littlepage mansion. Mr. Littlepage was a business man and farmer of wealth and enterprise. He owned many slaves, and kept a large general store at this convenient point, which wan of great service ta the people of a largo region. He was a Southern man and a Southern sympathizer, and would have been glad to join those of his neighbors and associates who led squads and companies of recruits to swell Wise's army; but tho people of that region had begged him not to do so, representing that it was-of great importance that he remain there

and carrv on his business. When Wiso came and heard

while Mrs. Littlepage saved the house

which is the home of iier children today, Ernest Ingernoll, in New York Star.

Starting Out Right. A young girl who occupies a minor position in tho clerical department of a large railroad company, declared one day in a passionate tone, "I'd give anything in the world if I ore out of the X, Y, and Z offices!" "Why?" asked her friend, knowing that the position was fully as good as she could expect to hold. "Because I've started out wrong and I can't get right. "I thought when I began that I could be on friendly, sociable terms with tho men in the office, and have nice, easy times with them as we worked together day by day. But, oh, it hasn't turned out as I thought it would, at all! They treat me in a familiar, slap-you-on-the-back kind of way that humilates mo constantlv. "When I come in the morning they say, 'Jennie, what have you got that thing around your neck for?' or they ask if I didn't forget some of my hairpins. And when, I try to resent it, they only laugh at me. I am fairly degraded in my own eyes, avid I can't help it, bocause I've started out wrong. ' There is a lesson here for the vast army of girls and young women who are privileged, under our libeial social requirement, to go out into the world and earn their own livings. It is hard for a girl who has lived a

free and unconstrained life it homo,

j entertaining her male friends, usually of this in her mother's presence, and always

he affected to treat the whcJe story as a j with her sanction, to realize that tho

subterfuge on the part cf Mr. Little- J same unstudied atmosphere should not page, and branded him in rude language prevail in a public office. as a Yankee sympathizer who must bo I She does not take into account that

taugnt a lesson. Commanding Ins prea- I she has not ihe accustomed background

of home and parents to countenance

ence before him in Charleston, he repeated the accusations, and told him ho must either reverse his decision or lie would be sent to liichmond in chains and his property would be confiscated, and then Wise added: "Furthermore, I proposo to use your house as my headquarters and shall require you to entertain my stall, so you had better go homo and get ready for mo." This was a specimen of Uiq General's persuasive eloquence. The Littlepage mansion was an if;i-

her innocent gayety. Tho proverbial

inch is given, and the ell taken, and, often when it is too late, sho finds that the charmed circle of womanly sancity, which is every girl's birthright, is trodden d)wn and obliterated. Her name is bandied from one pair of masculine lips to another, her actions openly commented on, the details of her dress discussed. She finds herself treated as a sort of anomalous creature, not a man, and not commanding the resnect and deference due a woman. It

I mense and comfortably furmdied house is monstron nml humiliating, iind once

man, . of stone. Aroindit spread acres nnon i n1ImWl i iinulv iri-Ainarli-ililp.

arm j pfr3 of rifdi liotfrnri l?i.nd mwl Iwhinrl if. ill

side, 1 were stable-t and i:addock lilJed wi:h n . miKf. nrwiliMmna n w;.w.Aiir:iAf int.f)

he crept back to his bed of mats, and

there began to again recount his wrongs to himself, that he might feed Ids vengeance. Once more the good in his

nature was overpowered. Stealthily

Gen. "Wise and his staff, prancing gayly at the head of their troops. Dismount

ing at the gate Gen. Wise stalked up to

he moved agaiu toward the unsuspect- i the broad door, ever hosimablv open.

ing sleepers, when, suddenly a door j and rapred with his sword hilt. His

swung noiselessly upon its leatiier hinges, and a form dressed in long, white garments stood in the opening. The Indian was awed. Again his

knock was answered by Mrs. Littlepage, a slight refined,, gentle Virginia matron.

44 1 want this house for my headquar-

tomahawk fell nervelessly he stood j ters " was the officers rouch demand.

undecided gazing in trembling and awe "Gen. Wief my husband is power-

less to resist your iorce, out tins prop- ! erty is mine as much as his, and I shall i under no circumstances allow vouto en-

toward tne oemer wno seemea ap

proaching him. Slowly she came with supplicating gestures, and falling on her knee3 at his feet, lifted her arm? imploringly, then pointed toward thj bed. So she knelt while he moved farther and farther away, and at last, with a movement of determination, hi placed his weapons at some distance from him, and folding his arms, sat down upon his bed. The figure lifted itself and gave a mute expression ol gratitude, passed him, and vanished. but as she went by he saw that the eyes were tightly closed. The brave white man was safe. Little did he dream of the mysterious

events passing about him while he slept.

ter it. Be good enough to leave the premises. Mr. Littlepage's mouth is closed and his hands are tied, but mine are not vet." Her husband could be seen within, and Wise called to him tauntiilgly: "When I am home I rule my house. Be move your wife and yield to my domand without any further foolishness, if you are a man." "I am as much tho head of mv family as you," he replied, "but in this I yield to my wife's judgment." "Then I shall blow the house down

1 over your head." was the angry retort,

Little did he suppose that he and his anj the General strode awav.

had been doomed to the tomahawk, and j Ten minutes after there was a crash his cabin to the flames. His first act iu j aild clatter of galloping horses and the the morning was one of courtesy to the loud rumble of guns and caissons, as a brave, who, more moody than was his battery of artillery rushed down the

wont, yet witn a look ot deep satistac- xivor road, wheeled into position in front?

tion spread over his features, ate his

breakfast and moved homeward, conscious that he had done a good deed. 'I'm so glad," said Hannah with a sigh of relief. "I dreamed that he stood at your bedside, father, ready to kill you and mother, and that I went in and

implored him to spare you. You were

of the mansion and unlitnbered its six

guns, which were trained on the house, while a curious crowd of soldiers and officers gathered behind them. But while the gunners wheeled their cannon, Mrs. Littlepage collected every one of her seven children and placed

them around, iier on the porch. The

smiling in your sleep, father, and looked . great crowd was hushed to silence, and

so pleasant! wuen 1 awakened 1 lelt the gurgling music of the thrush, the.

as it it naa reauy Happened, ana oouia buoyant mebdv of the blackbird and

not persuade myself till I stole to the

room and found the brave sleeping on his mat." "Foolish child!" said her fatjier laughing; "as if your father's sagacity was ever at fault! I know in whom to put trust, my daughter." How little he knew, the reader is already aware. However, Khovennah

medlark tinkled through the noise of rammer and sponge, as the artillerymen, with scowling brows, loaded their pieces. Wise sat upon his horse in front of his staff, the glorious Ju&e sunlight glistening from his gold lace and the trappings of his saddle. The guns were

loaded, the men stepped back to their

never visited the cabin again, and Han- Dwea and stood erect, the concourse of

nah became the happy wife of young soldiers and citizens looked on as still as

Hawkins, little thinking that an acted

dream had saved the lives of the household. Prayer Before Execution The son of a well-known musician in this city chose an odd occasion to show his piety the other day, The young man is about 2i years old, and of late he has been demonstrating his nimbleness by climbing up the trellis of a grape arbor in the paternal garden. Afraid of some ugly accident his father warned his son and heir that the next

time he caught him clambering about that arbor he should spank him. Hardly had he uttered the warning and turned his back than the acrobatic youth was half way up the arbor. As soon as his father caught sight of him the child, realizing his fate, cried: "Come and spank Eddie," and the executioner seized his victim and took him tq the scaffold, or in plainer words the parlor. There, as the unromantio preliminaries of the execution were in progress, the little hero exclaimed "Let me say my prayers first ? " Who could carrv out a sentence of

any sort, upon a young martyr with such nant respon

spirit as this?" PittsburgH Dispatch "Xouare

death, the birds bang more sweet and loud than ever. u Orderly, tell that woman I will give her two minutes to get her children out of the wav." TLe message was delivered, and the orderly, returning, touched his cap and reported : "She refuses to move, sir, and says " Here he hesitated. "Well, "what was it she said? quick!" "She says that if you came; here to make war upon women and children, she and her little ones might as well fall as to live dishonored." There was a utir among the staff and hoarse murmurs among the few that overheard. Wise's countenance blackened with rage as he turned to an aide-de-camp : "Order them to fire at once 1" he commanded. "General, I cannot be a party to such an act," was tho dignified reply. Furious, the commander galloped over to the battery. "Opon fire!" he shouted to the Captain in charge.

4i Never T was the prompt and mdig-

se.

under arrest for insubordi-

the office or tho shop, but carry with vou that sweet and womanly reserve which is at once your charm and your safeguard. 13e sure that you "start out right." Youth's Companion. He Never Went to Lodge. It was one of those wild nights you read of in nine novels out of every ten. The cold spring rain splashed viciously against the pane, and the shutters rattled and banged as the fitful gusts of wind 6wept through the deserted streets. It was lodge night, but Brother Fay concluded to stay at home for once( particularly as his mother-in-law was on her periodical inspection tour aud spending a couple of days with him. With a sigh he lolled back in a rocker, his feet in a chair, and a newspaper spread out before him like a screen. Presently he chuckled, and wife and mother looked up from then sewing inquiringly. "llather remarkable," he explained, looking over the top of the paper, and, with a suspicious twitch about tho corners of his mouth he read aloud: "A model husband died recently at Cornish, N. H. He had been married forty-three years and neer spent a night away from home." "Well. I should say he was a model husband," broke in the old lady grimly. Just think of it Mary, dear, forty-three years and every evening spent at home. No lodge could coax him away from his family," she added significantly. "I'oor man, he ought to have a monument a mile high," and she sighed deepjy. brother Fay held the parer a little higher and continued: "Never spent a night from home he must have been paralyzed!" "Without, the storm seemed to beat harder and louder (a habit storms have at such times), while within silence reigned, save the suppressed rustle of the paper and the u swish" of the thread through the pillow-case the old lady was working on. Wherein He Failed, "Elijah, dear, will you dress Willie this morning? I'm in such a hurry, and it won't take you but a minute or two." "Certainly, " replied Mr. Hixby, cheerfully. "I'd just as soon dress the little chap as not. Here, my little man, come and lep papa dress yon. Ill have you as neat as a pin in a jiffy." Willie, aged 4, comes roluctantlj from his playthings, and Hixby begins; "Now, let's off with your nighty gown and keep still, dear, or I can't unbutton it. There, now, we'll sit still, child! What makes you squirm about like an eel? AVhere's your little shirty? Ah, here it is, and sit still ! Put up your arm no, the other one. and can't you keep still half a second? Put up your other arm and stop hauling and pulling so! Now, let's come hare, boy What under heaven do you mean by racing off like that with nothing on but your shirt? Now you come here and let me put the rest of your duds on. Stand still, I say! Put your leg in here! Not that leg! There you go squirming around like an auglewornt Now, if you don't keep still, young man, I'llstop pulling at that chain, and here, Mary Ellen, you'll have to dress this wriggling animal yourself. I couldn't do ic in ten years. Go to your mother, sir!" Time. It takes a geuiun to know how to Uva with a genius.

Albanian Jastico. Recourse to personal justice seems very undesirable to men of a law-abiding land, and probably few of s have ever thought of it as capable of fostering the softer emotions of human nature tvs well a of safislying the instinctive cuvi'ug of "blocd for blood." A year

ago, says Dat Awdand, at a fight of Lrained ganders, in Albania, the owner f a vanquished bird, in a fib of temporary miration, raised his gun and shot dead the owner of tho other bird. The spectators were &o astounded that they made no effort to arrest the murderer, and he betook himself to the mountains, where he was pursued for hours by the murdered man's friends, who had roused themselves at last. Finally, seeing that there was no hpe for him, the fugitive ran down into the house of his victim, where the bereft mother sat lamenting. "I am in your house," said the murderer. "Give me bestsa," the oath of protection 41 for they are going to kill me." The mother gave him her oath, and when his pursuers reached the door, she went forward, and waved her handkerchief, in sign that they should depart. All day the guilty man remained in .safety in the house he had made desolate? but at night tho old woman took him ty the hand and led him out upon the mountain. "Now my oath is fulfilled," she said, when they had reached a safe distance from the town, "you must look out for yoursolf," Then followed the pursuit of venll T ti1

geance, tne iamuy oi tne victim occupying themselves unceasingly with thoughts of retribution, while the friends of the murderer as earnestly set themselves to obtainiug his pardon. This state of things continued for two months. Then the family of the murderer, women, children and all, betook themselves to the victim's house to ask a remission of the blood penalty. The murderer himself headed the procession, his head veiled in a linen cloth, and his gun, muzzle downward, suspended from his neck. "Pardon! pardon!" cried they, with one voice and this petition continued until noon. Then the father of the victim advanced, and the murderer knelt, ready to receive the sentence of life or death, The old man took the gun, discharged it in the air, and lifting tho linen cloth from the man's face, kissed him in token of pardon. He then led him hto the house and set him in his son's place, and the matter was concluded by a three day's feast. Street Stand Trade It "would not be supposed that much of a living can be made by the corner apple man in cities, but it seems they have a gocd many customers in the cour.se of a dav. One of these small merchants in Washington said the other day: "In the morning I catch the trade of the clerks on their way to the departments. Many of them, mostly ladies, stop and purchase fruit to take to the office with them as a part ox their lunch. They always want the finest fruit to be obtained and are generally willing to pay gocd prices. Such trade is good in pleasant weather, but in bad weather it is lost because the clerks take the street cars. Then the clerks in the stores are good customers. As a rule they are not so particular as tho cilice clerks and are willing to take smaller fruit at a lower price. Along during th&day and evening the candy trade is g od, for it i then that the children get their pennies. Along during the day many persons out shopping stop and goD a couple of peaches or pears instead of going to a lunch-room. In the afternoon the newsboys and bootblacks come around. They are not particular as to io ks. They want all they can get for a penny and will buy the rough and knotty fruit. If they get two or three peaches or pears for a penny they are perfectly satisfied. "How about the peanut trade?" "Well, that's about the same the year around. I seU'whab people don't help themselves to. You know it's a habit with people when they make a. purchase to take a haudful of peanuts, and indeed it is not an unusual thing for persons to scoop up a peanut or two as they pass by. During the day the sales are pretty good, but the night time is when 1 expect to sell peanuts. During the theater season the sales greatly increase. Many theater-goers, or many of them who do not carry peanuts inside with them, will buy them on their way Lome. 1 remember the time when it was not an unusual thing to sell a two bushel bag of peanuts iu one night. After tlie theaters are closed there is still business. Many men visit the fruit stands as late as midnight and buy a bag of fruit and peanuts to carry home to their wives. That is t" e lat trade for the night. The lights are lowered aud the stand is closed until the following muning."

Mulhattan's Tame as u Liar. I was sorry to see it announced that Cob Joe Mulhattan has shaken the dust of Kentucky eff his feet to become a New Mexican. Louisville needs all her celebrities and hate to lose any oil them. No doubt we shall hear of some wonderful caves and mi.ies and things discovered in New Mexico. Joe Manhattan was one of the most successful drummers who traveled out of Louisville, a zealous Bapti&t and the most genial and entertaining liar in the United .States. His fame spreads from sea to see. , His tirst great "fake" was a story ahoiit an jneountar with two highwaymen, whom ho vanquished, on a trestle re.ir Big Clifty, Ky. The ease with which lie frot the newspapers to bite encouraged dm to greater efforts. It would be impossible to recount all the marvellous yarns ho has spun since then, but probably none of his hoaxes were more ingenious than that about the meteorite in Texas, The story was first printed in the Fort Worth papers and was briofiy telegraphed all over the country by the press lines, A meteorite, the largest ever known iu scientific records, had fallen in a remote Texas Couuty, with the usual accompaniments of noise and tiro. It was m big it had eompletjely

demolished a hoiue am", killed a family of aeven To.v ins. Well, the event was so remarkable and unprecedented that the Fort Worth newspaper cilices were besieged the next day with telegrams from all the leading journals of die country asking further particulars. Scientific societies were excited aud sent inqup-iei, and even some European scientists became stirred up on the subject. B,ut on careful investigation it developed that Joe MulhaUan wa the only meteorite who had shot across tho Texas skies that season. Joe always claimed that none of his hoaxes ever harmed anybody, but that they gave entertainment to thousands of newspaper reade rs. Lou is o I le Pout "ScctHid Wind' Evei-y boy who has run a mile knows what it is to gain a "second wind, though he may not be able to explain why one minute he is out of breath and the next feel as if ho could run several miles. The explanation is this: In ordinary breathing we use only a portion of our lungs, the cells at the extremity not being brought into play. This is the reason why those who are

not "in training," and who try to run for any distance, soon begin to gasp, and unless they are courageous enough to persevere in spite of the choking sensatiou, are forced to 3top;but if they will persevere the choking goes off, and the result is what is known as "second wind." WThen the second wir-d is fully established, the' runner dees not become out of breath, but goes on running as long as his legs will carry him. The fact is, that on starting, tho farthest portions of the lungs are choked with air, and the remainder do not supply air enough to meet the increased circulation caused by exercise. By degrees, however, the neglected cells come into play; and when the entire lung is in working order the circulation and respiration again balance each other, and the second wind is the result. Now let the reader repeat his experiment of holding his breath against time; but first let him force out of his lungs every particle of air that he can axpel, and then draw as deep u breath a his lungs will hold. It this be repeated seventy or eighty times, by way of imitation of the whale, the experimenter will find that he can hold his breath for a minute and a half without inconvenience. Should he be a swimmer, he should always take this precaution before "taking a header," and he will fiud that he can swim for a considerable distance before ho needs to rise for breath. Simon Cameron's Map of the South I saw a map in the library of the war department which I have often wished to see again. It was Mr. Cameron's

idea of what the map of the United States ought to look iika after the suppression of the Rebellion. In it the names of the revolted States were obliterated. None of the Southern State lines were retained. Even the border States linen were rectified. Delaware was absorbed by Pennsylvania and Maryland. Maryland also took in the Eastern shore of Virginia; Virginia was divided aud the ancient name disappeared; natural iiues -were adopted to form new states, and Louisiana west of the Mississippi was thrown with Texas to make four new state?, but none to come im;o the Union un :il 1880. Florida . wa obliterated. States taking the place of Mississippi, Georigo and Alabama getting a coast line at her expense. I hope this ma has not been destroyed. It would be of great interest to the future historian, as showh g what a politician would have done with the United Srate3 it he had had the power. From all that I observed in those early days of the war I am convinced that the revolution d;.d not go deep er ough for Simon Cameron, and that it went deeper than was anticipated at its begiuning by Mn Lincoln. Hashinrjton Capital. A Practicable Viejv or the Situation. "Old man V exclaimed a. tough, as he entered a sidoon on Champlain street, "I can break you in two in le3S than a minute!' "Have a glass of beer at my expense?" smilingly queried the saloonist. " Well, I don't care if I do. Thanks. You are a gentleman, yon are." "Do you let toughs browbeat and bulldoze you after that fashion9" asked a man who had witnessed the scene. "Why, you are big enough to eat two or three of them up at once." " Let's figure a minute," replied the other. "I gave him a small glass of beer, costing me about a cent and a half. lie went away good-natured and satisfied. I could have bounced him, but it would have taken five dollars worth ol; exertion, to say nothing of a possible arrest and a suit for assault and battery. Did I gain or lose?" " Well, if you put it iu that way you gained." "That's the only way to put it I used to keep grocery. Oa one occasion I refused to throw off a cent on a dozen of eggs and the family took their trade, amounting to $800 per year, to another grocer. That was a lesson tome to last forever. Detroit Free Frww. Itkhly Deserved. "What are you lammia' me for?" bellowed the young salesman at the fruifc stand whose father had taken him behind the scenes and laid him tenderly across his knee. "What the mischief have I done?" "What have you done?" exclaimed the shocked and grieved parent as he continued the vigorous windmill-like touch with which he was caressing hia cherished offspring. '"What have you done, you doggone young rascal? You put two ripe bunches in the, whack pound awd a half o' grapes you whack sold that nearsighted old duffer a minute ago !" Whack ! whack ! Chicago Tribune.

He Would Break It Sma h Cumso Is it true that Gazley'swife has eloped ? Fangle Yes, it is true. "Doe Gazley know about it? "Not yet. We haven't decided who shall break the rews io him." "Let Briggs do it. He's the very man. HosiUtu you know." A York &MtU