Terre Haute Daily News, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 15 March 1890 — Page 6

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aloud, presumably to the cat, "as if grew poorer and poorer every day! bad a Utile butter with my oatmeal yea terday. To-day I haven't any. There* only a handful of potatoes left in the bin and four apples and a few carrots. An I've no money. Yes, it's come to that I've got to sell Aunt Desire's old bio* Canton china i"

As she uttered the Words, amoistur* came into her eyes which made th white crocuses along the garden wall waver as if a high wind had swept ova them.

No one would have believed tha Emma Smith had once been the pretties girl in Norvalton. Now and then a blu light would sparkle into her eyes, a fain flush of color would rise to her withere* cheeks, which might recall the days yore, but these came seldom. She was dressmaker by trade, but she had some how gone out of fashion. People looke askance at her Paris plates, and doubtec her ability to hang a skirt or cut a "sur plice waist." The dashing "Madame* from New York got all the local custom And there were times when Emma hear tily wished that she had accepted Asi Hopper, instead of jeering at bis suit

She had scarcely packed up the blui Canton china set in a dilapidated splin basket when the sound of creak inj wheels was heard, and Old Ma'am Per kins, seated on an aerial perch amid bristling array of crockery and tinware driving a patient old horse, who paid sort of attention to shaken reins or be laboring whip, came in view. Em mi ran out to intercept her, "Want to buy anything, Emma?"

Emma Smith shook her head. "Mrs Perkins, said she, "I'm wantin'td sell.' "Tholand! To sell what, Emma?" "Aunt Desire's old set o'china. Rea Canton. Flowin' blue. The hull se perfect and not a chip nor a crack in it' "What ye want for it?" "I halnt no idea what it's wuth,' sighed Emma. "Anything it'll bring.' "Wal, hand it up here an' I'll dew mi level best for ye," said Old Ma'am Per kins, "I'm going down Bexford w&3 this trip and some one may take a fancj to it."

It was late in the April twilight whei the crockery cart onee more stopped a the door, Etnma ran out to greet tin cheerful old woman who sat on it "Wal," cried Old Ma'am, "I sold It!' "Did you?" Emma had cherished an illogical, sort of lingering hope that tlx blue china might prove unsalable, anc thus como back to her after all. "And who do you guess bought it^ Asa Hopper, up to the Brook Farm." "Asa Hopper?1* "Folks say he's going to be married,' gAid Old Ma'am Perkins. "Anyhow he's furnished up the house real slick with a new red store carpet in the bes room, and new wall paper, and Notting ham lace curtains. Had property left him from the Fairfield county Hoppers,' added Old Ma'am. "Sayshe: Seems fee mo that china looks sort o' naturall And says I: I wouldn't wonder if you'c took tea off it before now. It belong! to Emma Smith, the dressmaker, dowi in Norvalton/says I, and she aint sc well off as she was—and she wants »€ill it' Says he 'How much'll ye takt for it? Says I: 'Twenty-five dollars, (for I thought there wa'ut no use in sell in' it for nothing). Says he: I'll tak» UP An'here's the money all in gold, in a shammy leather purse, iu thebotton of my pocket"

And away she drove, chuckling to her self. Emma Smith went back into tlu dreary room, lighted her candle aud sot herself to work to apportion this unex pected windfall to her various debts and deficicucies and through it all her heart was as heavy as lead. -It's nothing to me that Asa Hoppei is going to be married," said she to her* self. "He's a real good fellow, and Pre sure I hope he'll do well. But—but didn't spose he'd lnave forgot is soon*"

And a big round tear, like a miitintim soap but ble splashed down^ott lhejitth heap of gold pieces. llli#|18|fitl||

Miss Emma Smith reached up |at the mouey away in a cracked turn Wer, at tlm back of the dresser shelf, six

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Just then there catue a knock at thi door. Miss Smith had nearly dropped the pitcher in the start she gav*. Si« want to tha door and there stood Ast Hopper himself. "Good evening, Emma!* aaKi he, fsm exactly as if ten years had not elapsed since their last meeting. "Good evening, Asa,4* said tliedres^maker. "1 know what you earn* foe, Sit down.*

You do, eh?* Asa turned very rsd and diligently dusted the Inside of h* hat with his silk handkerchief.

You've come for that blue pUchet that belong* to your »©t and here it la -No, I haint*m said Asa Hoptwr, |*y ing no he«d to tike article of honsfehoht ware extended to him. "Pve» come fat jrott, Emma!" *F«r—wpr •Y«, Jn$t that,'* A*a Holder laM hb hat o*i the table and put his ha»dk«rchiet hack into his pocket In U*sioe«s»Uk« way. *Kow look haw. You'rt alone in tha world—«o be And althe«w y®ars since we were young tosetiwt Pv«\»ma thiinkia*ot yoa and noon* afae. Pm well to^Io in the workl, and can keep my wife like—like a lady—an for year back Pre be«st wrs (ktmiah hur n» «*iy bmm aw4 •Tills «arp^a p*mm Enwur would like/ and *11^ blue painted

cheers would match mV charm.' And tl»e hot:^ sta iv a iJ am ready—and when uli Mrs. Ptrkins brought along the Canton china set ana said you wanted to sell it, I knowed the call had came. Be you ready, too, Emma?''

Emma colored, and still she smiled. It was not exactly the way in which she had pictured iter future wooing, yel there was genuine love in Asa's eyes, and a spirit of "dead-in-earnest" breathing through all his words!

Yes," she said. I am ready. "Then give me a kiss, Emma," said the jubilant lover, jumping up, "just tc seal the bargain." "Oh, take care! you'll break the cream pitcher,"said Emma. "Hang the cream pitcher." said Asa, and he got the kiss after alL "But did you really love me till these years?" asked Emma coyly. "Didn't you never pay attention to no othes girl?" "Never t" said Asa. "All my" money was laid up for you. and that there house was furnished for you. And il you hadn't come there to live no othei woman should, not until the day of my death.n

Emma Smith's heart gave a little upward pulse. He was awkward, and loose-jointed, and red-haired, this swain of hers, but among all Uie knights oi King Arthur's Round Table there dwelt no more chivalrous spirit than his'

And they were married, ana old Ma'am Perkins came to the wedding in a glistening black silk gown, and they ate the wedding dinner off the Canton set, and it fair to conclude that they lived happy ever after. Is there any reason that tiny shouldn't Need extreme youth ba ahvavtf a necessary element to Imppines ?—[New York Ledger.

Hrothor Ami Sifter.

The boy who prefers leaving Ilia ststei out of his games because she is "only a girl," or the sister who does not invite her brother to join her own intimates be* cause he is "So awkward and horrid," would do well to ai£ down and considei the beauty of the relation between children of the same parents, aa it has existed anion-* certain noble soul). Ueorge Eliot has writtea: "And were another childhood world my share I would be bom a little uister iere," and doubtless many a woman who has learned the delights of that relation could echo the wish.

The Idol and hero of Caroline Herschel, the famous astronomer, was her brothei William, who took her from a dull, unsatisfying life, and gave her a share in his own pursuits, A woman of gr^at mental ability, she was ready to turn her mind in any direction where he could be best served,.and though her untiring industry gave her a high place among astronomers, she always insisted that she only "minded the heavens" for bet brother. "I am nothing," she wrote, "I have done nothing. All I am, all I know, 1 owe to my brother. I am only a tool which he shaped to his use a welltraino.1 punpy-dog would have done as much."

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In an intimacy'as cTose and beautiful as this lived Charles and Mary Lamb, the brother sacrificing for his insanitytainted sister the ease of his life, and hi? prospects of happy marriage. His first poems were dedicated to his "best friend and sister," and his daily life was full of constant and loving service to her. Sc dependent was she upon him that one day, when that thought occurred to him, he said, in his blunt fashion whioh coyored a deep well of tenderness: "You must die first, Mary." °"t "Yes," she answered, with her little quiet nod and sweet^mUe, "I must die first, Charles.

Yet she survived in loneliness for thirteen years after he had left her. It was Harriet Martineau's elder brother who first encouraged her to adopt literature as a profession. One day he read aloud to her and commended extracts from an anonymous article which she had writken. :M never could baffle anybody 1" she exclaimed, finally*, "The truth is, that paper is mine."

Her brother laid his hand on her shoulder, and said, kindly: "Now, dear, leave it to other women to make shirts arid darn stockings and do you devote yourself to this."

Had he thrown cold water on her aspirations, the world might have been the lower.

Dorothy Wordsworth renounced all thought of marriage and the cultivation Of her own poetic gifts, for the sake o! devoting herself entirely to her brother, the poet Before any one else had thought of it, she recognized his genius, and she was always his inspirer and critic.

So may a conventional tie become gilded and glorified by lova

History of W«tt Kao«a Son*. How many of the myriads who in childhool have snag "There is a happy land, far, far away," knew anything of its writer? Hb name is Andrew Youn?jr, and he Is now eighty years of age, still mentally and physically vigorotia, and retaining hi iill its «arly freshness his sympatliy with children. The hymn was composed in !&•>. Tlie tune to which it Is matrisd an eld Indian air, which blended with t" music of the woods in the primeval fon-^ long before Sunday schools w«*e th -jht of. The hymn was oomp*' for the ns^l^dy. Its bright and strongly marked phrase* struck Mr. Young's ear the first time he heard it tall jdayed in the drawingroom. He asked for it again and again. It haunted him. Seing acc«stom«d to relieve the clamor of his thoughts and feelings in rhymes, words naturally followed, and so the hymn was created. It got into print. It has been translated into nineteen different languages And yet the author has nerrer received, and, indeed, has never been o&ered, a penny in remuneration

It may aot h» generally known that tho oo«tom of Inseping birthdays wm otnamd In Phaiaolift time. *Aad II ou»» to ptrn the third day, which was Pharaoh** birthday, that he made a teas* unto all his »er van ts.*

A Quo BOMB for th« DlierlmlBAtlai Against tfcna Under Common Law Probably few persons who have not read a little law have ever thought thai property in dogs is at all* different from property in horses or other domestic animate They go to large kennel show and admire dogs which are wortk several hundred dollars, thinking thai they would be glad to own such noble animals. They see these dogs put through tricks that show wonderful powers of comprehension and memory, and they declare that the dog is the most intelligent of all beasts. It is a surprise when they learn that a dog—s trained, intelligent, affectionate dogcan be stolen and carried away, and al common law the owner will have nc remedy. To take feloniously and carry away other animals is larceny but there is no larceny of dogs at common law.

The reason of this—for there is a reason—strikes us in these days as rather absurd. It takes us back several centuries, to a time when society and law were on a different basis. When the early English law books were written, it was customery for the gentlemen oi the realm to keep various wild birds and beasts in a half-tamed condition to use for hunting, Falcons and hawks were commonly so treated. In the same way dogs were kept for sport, and were in truth only half domesticated. It was on the ground that they were animals of an essentially wild nature—ferae naturae —and were not wholly reclaimed, that it was not a felony to steal them. On this reasoning the lawyers got themselves into the strange position of holding that "while it was not larceny to steal a dog, it was larceny to steal the skin of a dead dog, and to steal manjr animals oi less account than dogs.n

Yet it was not held so of birds kept for sporting. Lord Coke says in his "Institutes": "Of some things that be ferae naturae, being reclaimed, felony may be committed in respect of theii noble and generous nature and courage serving ob vitiae solatium (for the diversion) of princes andjof noble and generous persons, to make them fitter for great employments, as all kinds of falcons and other hawks if the party that steals them know they be reclaimed.

Thus the dog was distinguished from the falcon as being less noble and generous, It is here that the great injustice seems to have been perpetrated on dogs. Not noble indeed, and generous I can imagine the indignation with which an old sportsman would Bay this, as he thought of the many hours he had spent with his dog and gun in rambling through the October woods. How a veteran gunner kindles at the suggest ion, for those hours spent with a knowing pointer or sympathetic setter, after the quail and partridge, are among the really joyous occasions of his life. If the flight of the falcon can stimulate noble natures to greater fitness for high employments, surely the companionship of a loving dog eager to satisfy his master is amoral influence of no less value.

In soma States Judges have oome to think so, and to rule accordingly. In New York and New Hampshire decisions have been rendered that the old common rule must be abrogated and a dog thief held for larceny.

In one of these deoisions the warmhearted judge defended our abused pets with a merited eulogy When we call to mind the small spaniel that saved the life of William of Orange and thus probably changed the current of modern history (2 Motley's Dutch Republic, 398), and the faithful St Bernards, which, after a storm has swept over the crests and sides of the Alps, start out in search of lost travelers, the claim that the nature of a dog is essentially base, and that he should be left a prey to every vagabond who chooses to steal him, will not now receive ready assent In nearly every household in the land can be found chattels kept for the mere whim and pleasure of theowner, a source of solace and serious labor, exercising a refining and elevating influence, and yet they are as much under the protection of the law as chatties purely useful and absolutely essential This common law rule was extremely technical and can scarcely be said to have had a sound basis to rest on.

There Is one other reason why, perhaps, dogs were not included with the other domesticated animals under tht law of larcency. During the reign of William I, the grand larcency of chattels over twelve pence in value was made punishable by death. Lord Coke hints that it was not held larcency te steal dogs, because it was not fit that "u person should die for them." The learned Judge quoted above adds to this ironically "and yet those am lens law givers thought it not unfit that a person should die for stealing a tome hawk or falcon. Since we are not ready tj? concede the superiority of hawks over dogs we will go the whole length of spying "let the dog thief die, if need be, to protect our dumb friend.

Rarely do we hear of a man who is ready to die for his dog yet this is not an unknown case. A bystander at a railroad station not far from Boston might have seen a courageous deed in defence of a dog not many months ago. A handaome Irish setter accompanied his master to the depot, where they were waiting for a train to the eity. A train from town cam® tot wad left a number of passenger*, among them a man with an ugly hull terrier. The bulldog had no sooner alighted on terra firma than he yielded to his besetting temptation and picked a quarrel with the gentle* manly setter. The latter must have had some genome Irish Wood in his veins, for he faced his opponent sturdily and gave tooth for tooth. Ail would have ended my harmlessly, had not the train for the dty moved into the station jest then, while the dogs were rolling ov« and over on the tracks. Before om cwM think they were down in front of tlx engine, closed on each others necka. Then it was that the- tm itiis feverito displayed of the train and hfct fWcad^ he dashed upon the kid, daspsd his Ws«d dog in his arms, and staggered to one. side, hardly knowing where to go in Ids. ex

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citement It was a very narrow escape. Not a man on the platform expjetod to find him uninjured when the train came to a stop but a happy instinct guided him in the direction of safety, and both men and dogs escaped unharmed.

When brute companions can endear themselves in such a way to their owners, it seems out of place to raise the question of property. The old reasoning has been revised it is not from the baseness, hut from the nobleness and fidelity of canine nature, that we are unable tc value our dogs in dollars and cents. It is not necessary, however, that men should die in defending them for in the absence of a common law remedy the stealing of dogs is now punished almost universally by statnte.

XEIectrlelty Instead of Sand ctab. A novel and somewhat scientific plan for relieving ladies of their purses has been successfully carried out by a gang of thieves along Milwaukee avenue and adjoining streets for the past week or so. The scheme is to give the victim a violent electric shook, thua temporarily paralyzing her.

The most recent viciim wns Mrs. Jacobsen, a professional nurse. On Friday evening she was relieved of a purse containing $12 and several bundles by tht electric method. She was returning home on Centre avenue, near Milwaukee avenue. As she passed in the shadow of a building two man brushed against her. One of iliem touched her wrist with apiece of metal. S*ie at once received a violent electric shock that causeo her to let go her purse and several bundles and sent her reeling against th* building. She was so dazed for the mo ment that she did not realize what had happened. As soon as she recovered from the effects of the shock she began to look around for her puree and bundles. They were not in sight Then it dawned upon her that she had been robbed. The two men who had passed her were just turning on Milwauke* avenua Quickening her steps she followed them, hoping to meet an office* that she might have them placed undei arrest At Chicago avenue she quit the pursuit and ran to the police station and told what had occurred. An officer wa* sent out with her, but the men could nol be found. According to Mra. Jacobson'i description the men were about 5 feet or 8 inches tall.

A similar case was reported early it the week by Miss Czarkofski, a typewriter who lives on Noble street Hei week's wages were taken.

How the fellows produced the eleo tricity is not known to the police. Somt are of the opinion that they carry a smal battery with them, while others take th* view that they attached small wires tc the electric light circuit Mrs. Jacobsei said the shock was so violent that it stunned her for the time being.—[Chicago Inter Ocean.

A Miner's I»oron» Plaster.

A miner named Tobias, in our camj on Chickasaw Shelf, had been suffering with wandering rheumatic pains forsev eral weeks, and the most of them finallj got together between his shoulders anc hung there. He tried one thing and an other until our brief list of remedies wai exhausted, and then a brilliant idei struck him. He gathered some pitch of an old stub, added some tar scrapec from the wheels of a passing cart, anc melted' it up for a plaster. He took piece of stout canvas afoot square, cov ered it over with the mixture, and thex had one of the boys clap it on his back The results were ail he could have hopec for. In four or five days the pains lef him, but a day or two later the plastei began itching so vigorously that he hac to stop and rub his back on a stone ever} ten or fifteen minutes.

The boys were finally appealed to tc rid Tobias of his tormentor, but we in vestigated to discover that the only waj to get it off was to skin him. It secraec to have grown into his flesh, and tin slightest pull at it made him yell witl the hurt We tried soaking and greaa ing and reheating, but it was no go. Anc the more we fooled with it the more itched. We had a heap of fun at tht poor man's expense, for by and by h« had to gftt up nights to go and rub on hii favorite boulder. By and by he declared thfrt it must come off, happen whai would. He wouldn't let one of us touel it, but planned away of his own. Hi had one of the boys cut a hole in th mnrgin of the cloth at the top and run email rope through it The other en« was made fast to a stone weighing aboui 100 pounds. When all was ready Tobiai took his stand on the brink of a gulct thirty feet deep, shut his eyes and teeth grabbed a stake with both hands, anc gave the word to push the stone over. When the rope straightened Tobiai uttered a yell which was heard a mile, and five seconds later let go of the staki and went head over heels down into th gulch. We climbed down as soon at possible, hut it was no use. The fall ha broken his neck. When we turned htn over to s»o about the plaster it was then In the same old spot Tha weight & that stone hadn't even started It loose the top.

Paper for Pillows.

AS England is craxy on the subjects paper pillows. Tear the paper into very small pieces, not biggsr than the fin res fail, and then put them into a pillow sack of drilling or light ticking. They are very cool for hot climates and muel superior Ui feather pillows. new* papers are printing appeals far them fa frrepitaliL Newspaper is not nice for use, »s there a disagreeable odor from print er's ink hoi brown and white paper ans old eavelopes are the best. As they art torn stuSf them into aa old pillow case until a sufficient quantity is had. Tht easiest way is to tear or cot tike paper •trips about half an inch widis and Owe tear or cut agrees. The ftnat it is thi lighter it makes tlw pilfowa.

The method of fixing tbestyles in ha* issai&tobe this: The American Ha Manufacturers' Association meets in He* York on She second Tuesday of Janoary «nd Aegisst, and adopts tiw spring £01 style of silk hat*. Every sUk-im roakerpresest submits a sty to or desigi *nd, when all are submitted, tbeasoocia Hob decide* by talk*.

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SEJUS JSXOUGH.

They driv* a kerridg* to tha door, An* out of it lady got. All dreaded In silks an' fttrbetoWB, An'walked right up to wh*r I sot Sesshe: "Icoinefrom Obedstown, I'm huutin' fer a Cap'n Brown." I looked, aa* when tier face I see. Think* I, No, inarm, you tat n't fool ma: I knowed thua eyes wax Ellen's.

My darter, married twenty year. An' gone to live ia Idybo She'd growed aa' changed, hat then, law ut*, Queer ef a mother woutda't know. Her hair was tetched a bit with gray. An' mehby she w&'nH quito so gay A littie stouter in her site, Yit, as I looked in them Mae eyes I knowed them eyes wu* Ellen's.

An' so I rie right tip to once An* grabbed her close and belt her tight. An'shesed, "Mar Pan* I cried. "Nell An' then we hugged with all our might. For time might ketch me on »m« thing*.' Consid'rn' all the change It brings. Bat when I looked, 1 knowed her, shore. I seen my baby's eyes onee more I knowed them eyes wua Ellen's. —1 Ernest McGaffey.

UK IE It TIIIXGS THAT WJH DO.

Customs That Strike the Chinese Ot»em! as Remarkably Odd. Lien Sang, of Hong Kong, dined at th Continental last evening. He Is a Chi nese gentleman erf 50 years, a retiree merchant and is making a visit to thii country, where his house has branches Mr. Sand left on the train for New York where he will be entertained by Wonf Chin Foo, the brilliant young Chines« author and journalist. Mr. Sang wai impressed with Philadelphia, which, h« says, lias fewer foreign influences thai either San Francisco or Chicago.

He said through an interpreter thai America is a very funny country, be cause here we do things exactly opposite to the best form in civilized China. W« shake hands with each other the China man shakes hands with himself. W uncover the iTead as a mark of respect the Chinese gallants not only keep theia hats on, but when wishing to be verj polite remove their shoes. We shav« our faces they their heads and eye brows. We cut our finger nails thei consider it aristocratic to let them groa from five inches to afoot in length. Tht Chinaman whitens his shoes, buries hli dead on the surface of the earth, and de mands that his wine bo scalding ho when served. With us black clothing a sign of mourning in China white garments indicate the loss of friends. It the Celestial Empire, not children, bu old men fly kites, walk on stilts, plaj marbles, shoot firecrackers, and, in doinj this, use their feet as much as possibli instead of the hands. In China the met are milliners, "washerwomen," anc dressmakers. We live, cook, and ea usually on the first floor, sleeping uj stairs but the Chinaman reverses tlii» order. In dating letters we write tin year last they place it first In speak ing of the compass they always say I' points south. We pay our doctors whei we are ill they pay as long as they re main well, but as soon as they get sicl the pay stops. Here men kill their ene mies. A Chinaman gets revenge by kill ing himself. They launch ships side ways, ring bells from the outsido, anc turn screws from right to left

Mr. Sang mournfully observed "AAerica may be a great country, but i' is truly the queerest of places."—fPhila delphia Press.

Xlttle Bob IJurdette.

Bob Burdette is a little man, physically, with small eyes under overhanging brows. He talks in a short, sharp, quick curt way, and when he feels in the mooc is as humorous in his speech as in hit writing. He has come to regard funny writing as a grind and wants to get OU of it He is devoted to the memory his wife, who died several years ago He is very religiously inclined, and fre quently occupies the pulpit, but to hii credit it can be said he has not tried make a religious clown of himself. H« Is called Deacon" Burdette at home, but it is pretty hard for the general pub lie to think of him as "Deacon." The3 prefer to look upon him as "Bob.n Hi writes a great deal of serious editorial writing for which he never get any credit He is not a dude, but he does wax hit moustache He prefers the quiet of th country to the noise of the city. Hi hates lecturing worse than teeth-pulling but the public is bound to hear him, and he goes on the platform to satisfy the popular clamor and to get $100 a night

Electricity and Bate.

There is no accounting for It, the mei say, but somehow the electric light sta tions swarm with rats. Big rats an little ones gather In the dynamo roomi and boiler rooms alike, and have grea larira playing about the floors until tin men get a little leisure for scientific ex perimenta. Tlie simplest of the experi ments is to so arrange metal plates tha the rata, in scampering about the room complete the circuit through their bodies That ends the rats' larks instantly. Tht current is sometimes modified, however 00 that it shocks without killing the brutes It fa said that when one is shocked and let go the entire gang leaves the premises for a day or so, hut either they forge* about it and come back or a new lo tat"** their place, for the rat circus begini again within forty-eight hours. —£New York Sam

BmUw'i Great PntclUK

Phillips Brooks has the reputation ol talking faster than any other public speaker on record. He taJks so very rap idly that a listener must become accus tomed to him before be can understand what he saya He preaches in Trinity Church, Boston, which is said to be turn of the finest architectural churches in tl« world. Though he is probably the be# preacher In Bcston, his eermons are sel dkan reported, as he talks »o fast no sto nographer can take them down. He it nvery large man* with symmetrical head and face whose spreading expanse Is «n broken by either moustache or heard. Hi dresses in clerical style and might hi ffiiytyttaw for a OkUk^ks prkwt lie hat never been married, though he Is not* woman-hater. When he is shown anew hahy he invariably exclaims, WeU, thfc feafeaby.* Thua he tolla the strict truth entisSes his own cwwtieaee ami pfa the doting mother.—{Yankee Blad*

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Man as Old as the Martyr President Wh« are Still In Active Uf« Abraham Lincoln lias been dead sc many years that, to most persons undei 80 or 35, the whole of bis career almost seems to belong to the earlier instead oi the latter half the century yet if were alive to-day he would hardly b« considered exceptionally old. February 14 he would have completed his eightyfirst year of age.

Simon Cameron, who was one of th members of his orginal cabinet, was bora ten years earlier than Lincoln, and ht died less than a year ago in the full pos-. session of his faculties Bancroft th« historian VonMoltke, the soldier Newman, the theologian Kossuth, the Hun garian patriot, and Dow, the Prohibition leader, are older than Lincoln would by periods ranging from nine years foj the two first named to five years for the last

David Dudley Field, at tlie age ol 85, is apparently as physically and mentally vigorous aa ho was a dozen yean ago, Ferdinand de Lesseps, at 84, is hopeful of being able to raise money enough to permit him to resume work on tlw Panama canal enterprise, and John G. Whittier, Marshal MacMafcon, and Car dinal Manning, at 83, have still a promise of many years of life. Younger than all these are Hugh McCulloch, one oi Lincoln's cabinet officers, and General Joseph E. Johnston, the Confederate chieftain, the first of whom was born two months and the second nine day« before Lincoln, neither of whom gives evidence of having fairly reached thi "sere and yellow leaf" period of existence.

The same year in which Lincoln wai born gave birth to ex-Speaker Robert C, Winthrop, ex-Congressman and ex-Dip-lomat Robert C. Schenck, ex-Vice President Hannibal Hamlin, Oliver Wendell Holmes, W. E. Gladstone, and Alfred Tennyson, while Senators Morrill and Payne were born in the year following. Winthrop, Schenck and Hamlin are it retirement, while the others, in theii various departments of endeavor, aw still actively at work.—[St Louis GlobeDemocrat

Cliarltlei* of the Vanderbllta. A great deal is written about the wealth of the Vanderbilt families and occasionally an account of their charitable gifts appears in the newspapers. It is, however, always contrary to the wishes ol the members of the family that theii charities shonld be made public. It has never been published anywhere, although it is a fact, that there is a rule in each of the Vanderbilt households that, whatever the cost of running the house, the same amount in each instance is given to the poor. I am told that tlii* rule is strictly observed in fact, a book of expenses fot this purpose is kept, and in it are recorded all of the household expenses, including even the hire of servants and the cost of boxes at the opera. So that whenever the expenses of these families increase, the donations of the poor are increased correspondingly. One can fanoy how large these donations must be from the statement that in one of the families there are no less than thirty servants, while all the family expenses will probably run up to several hundred thousand a year. When this.amount is given away at the end ol the year there will be little or no publicity given to the fact of the magnificont donation. Even with this doubling of expenses none of the Vanderbilt is able tc live up to his income without investing large sums in new enterprises. 7'

A Whipped Duett.

Duck and goose farming are great industries in South China,. I saw duckboats at Canton upon which lived flf many as 2,000 birds. These birds were of all ages and sixes, from half to fullgrown, and I consider them one of the most wonderful things in the land of tht Celestials.

The owners of the boats were big. hatted Chinamen in blue gowns and wid« pantaloons, which flapped against theit bare legs as they moved about watching their flocks. These duck-herders row ot atull the boats along the low hanks of the rivers and creeks, and stop from time to time to let the ducks crawl out upon the marshy lands, where they are expected to get their living by digging in the mud with their bills for worms and snails..

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