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II. A. LONDON, EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION, RATES or 1 AD VGRTIOIttC Om mimre, one Insertion 11.00 1.50 3.50 nu qurr, m innMiiwim -One square, one month - One copy, one year One copy, six months . One copy, three months - 1 2.00 - $1.00 - - 50 VOL. IX. PITTSBOHO', CHATHAM CO., N. C, AU(iUST 2ft, 1887. NO. 52. For larger adrcrtiscmcnts liberal- con tracts will be made. WW Lotp's Flower. If I r.'ero Mind and thou shouldst enter KVr softly in the room, I should know it, I should feel it, Something subtle would reveal it, And n glory round the centre That would lighten up the gloom, And my heart would surely guide me, With love's second sight provide met t hie amid the crowd to find, If I were blind! If I were deaf, and thou hndst spoken Kre thy presence I had known, I should know it, " 1 should feel it, Something subtle would reveal it, Ami the seal at once bo broken 5y liovo's liquid undertone. 1 Vaf to others, stranger voices, And the world's discordant noises W'hiisiH'r, wheresoe'er thou art, Twill reach thy heart. If I wore dead, and thou shouldst venture 'e.ir the coffin where I laj, I should know it, I should feel it, Something subtle would reveal it, And no look of mildest eensure Rest upon that face of clay. Shouldst thou kiss me, conscious flashes Of Love's fire through Death's cold ashc3 Would give back the cheek its red, If I were dead! The Cutury. LOST AND FOUND. Molly and I had it rough for five years. In the first place, we were burned out in the town, and never saved a thins 1 ut the clothe! wc stood in and my team. Then we started again out on the edge of everything, where land was cheap, and it looked as if hard work might count for something. That time the Indians ran us off; they killed one of the children there the girl, five years old; shot her in full sight of the cabin, and Molly hasn't got over it to this day. I picked up a few head of cattle cheap that fall, and for a year we lived in a wagon, camping and driving our cattle across the ranges. That year the boy died snake-bit. "We got into a cabin next fall. Four of us, each loorer than the others, took a section of Government land. We had our teams iind our health, and we were down to bed-rock; not much of anything to lose and everything to gain. We built in the middle on the adjoining corners of our quarters, and to had a little settle ment of our own. It really began to look as if we had touched bottom. That next spring we got our crops in corn laid by, rain and sun shine and hot weather all right, and now and then we would hear a laugh from the cabin. But the day the grasshop pers came there was mighty little laugh ing done. Clayton came in where I was taking my noon smoke and dropped down in a chair by the door, as if he couldn't get any further. "Mountain eers!" he said, with a kind of gasp. ''What?" I asked, not knoAving but it was another kind of Indian. "Grass hoppers !" It seems he had been there before. In 24 hours there was not a green thing in all those parts. We held a council of war. The end of it was that we drove our stock into the town next day, 80 miles, and sold it. It didn't make us rich, but at least we got the price of the hides. Then three of us went to work in the coal shippings. The coal company petered out just as the cold weather set in. Wctook back a big load of coal; it was the only pay we ever got for our last fortnight's work. Along in November late wc started out on a buffalo hunt. There was enough to eat, such as it was, for a month in the cabins, and fuel enough to keep them warm; and by that time we thought work might begin again. Anyway, we'd h-ivc our meat for the rest of the winter. Well it's no use to go over that. It wasn't a pleasure trip. Wc weren't out for the fun of killing. Wc camped out at night, and rode and shot and dressed game by day, and did not starve nor piite freeze to death; and we got back again on to the plains along in December. I wanted to push through and get home, but the horses were played out ; and all next day, after we struck the level, we just crawled along. That night we went into camp ten miles from home. There was a ravine and plenty of brush, and the horses were ready to drop in their tracks, and that last ten miles was one of the things that couldn't be done. So wc got our fires made and our horses fed and sheltered as well as wc could, and put some hcirt into ourselves with buf falo steak and hot coffee; and the rest of them packed themselves into the wagon. Some one had to stand guard and keep the tires going, and I took the contract. After a time, somebody hailed over the top of the bluff. "What camp's that?" "Kenyon and mates." "I 'lowed it was" scrambling down the side of the gulch on his sure-footed mule "You, Kenyon? News for you. A kid up to your ranche, ten days old. All hands doing well yesterday morn ing." Then I sat and thought awhile, and finally I roused out Madison. "You take my turn," I said to him; "I'm going home." "Not a brute that will travel." "I'll do my own traveling afoot." "You'll , pass in your checks befoie morning." . "No, the wind is at my back; no fords. 111 keep going." I went. Perhaps you never tried crossing a prairie at night without a trail to follow. It's a curious tiling, one I cannot account for: one that makes you feel as if your body and all your senses were of no more account than a spent cartridge. Every sort of a fancy came into my head. Per haps I did not know the route as well as I had thought. Perhaps I had even passed the cabins and was going away from them with every step. I ought to have reached them in three hours at the utmost. It seemed to me I had been hurling along for twice three hours. Once I tried madly to fight back into the wind. It was hopeless worse than useless. I should drop with exhaustion in a few minutes, I must keep going. I had gone over the edge of an old buffalo run scooped deep by the rush of summer rains. I lay still for a little while. I must have gone to sleep or perhaps fainted away. Anyway, when I came to myself again, the world was as still as the grave. The wind had gone down, as it will sometimes, suddenly and entirely. The silence was dismal. I got on my feet, stiff and benumbed. In all that gray, still, ghastly space there was nothing to tell east from west, or north from south. I was lost on the big range. The cold was dangerous. I could not stop. I must move somewhere. I must make myself a purpose a purpose to keep alive at least till daylight came. I began walking; it did not matter in what direction. If only my strength held out till morning strength to keep off that horrible drowsiness. I know I stumbled heavily along. I was thinking about Molly and her baby; it all seemed like a dull dream. And then bells began to ring, deep, soft, far off. I stopped in my tracks to listen. It was the sound of bells, certain, full and sweet. I turned and went blindly on, following the sound as a hound might follow a scent. All at once I saw a light. It wasn't a star; there were no stars. And nobody lived on the big range, unless some camper was traveling about, and campers don't travel in the teeth of a norther. And this light swung and wavered, went out entirely for a second or two, and then burned up again. And near or far I could not tell, only it was a light and it moved, and I followed it. And I could hear the bells all the time. More than once I fell, but I always got up and went on. I was talking to myself part of the time, hearing my own voice and thinking it was someone else's. I lost my sense of time again but I kept on doggedly. Suddenly the light flashed brighter, whirled about in a wild sort of way and went out entirely. I gave a shout and ran forward. I thought I should d ie if I lost it. And there I was standing on a wide trail, with a sort of square, dark shape stand ing up in the dimness before me, with light and voices coming out of the chinks, and . somehow there was the door and my hand on the lateh.andin another sccond-oh! it was Molly-Molly with a lamp in her hand, bending over a feeding box made into a cradle, with a great armful of hay and a white sheepskin for a cover, and Madison's wife kneeling on one side and Clayton's wife on the other, and beyond with the lights flashing in their great, wondering, shining eyes, a pair of astonished horses. And then there came a piping cry from the feeding trough and I knew I had found the baby. Burned out? Yes, sir. That was the last thing; but they had warning before the fire came down on them. Jim Clay ton had taken the woman and struck across for the big road and they took the first shelter they came to, a stable that had been built in the days when all the California supplies went overland by mule train. When the wind fell he took the lantern and tried to find a cabin that used to stand somewhere near, and I had been following him for half an hour. "Oh, yes, at last I'm well fixed now; forty head of cattle out on the Gunnison. And Molly spends her summers back home, and she and the babies bring back enough croup, and bronchitis sore throat to last them half the next winter. In dependent. Honesty Always Wins. Irate citizen See, here, sir, that land you sold to me is under water half the time. Real estate m in Yes, I supposed you wanted it for a fish pond. Don't see what you bought it for if you didn't. "Great snakes ! Why didn't you say it wasn't fit to build on? How was I to know the Missouri River had a mortgage on it?" "I stated the fact that it was very low land in my advertisement." "Never said a word about it." "Oh, you're mistaken. It was in great big type : 'Land for Sale. Very Low.' "Omaha World. He'll Teach Her. "I asked 3Iiss Tittleback to marry me," remarked Tompkins, "and she re fused me. But Til teach her." "Why, what are you going to do about it?" "I'll teach her to treat me in that way. I'll never ask her again,"-New York Sun. ill 1 1.DRK VS ( OM MN. Mother's Par. Three little lxys talked together. One sunny summer day, And I leaned out of the window To hear what they had to say. "Tho prettiest thing I ever saw," One of the little boys said, "Was a bird in grandpa's garden, All black and white and ml." "The pettiest thing I ever saw," Said the second little lad, "Was a pony at the circus I wanted him awful bad." "I think," said the third little fellow, With a grave and gentle grace, "That the prettiest thing in all the world Is just my mother's face." Examiner. Mtdget'g Clinging Fingers. Mrs. Blanchard was entertaining some friends in the parlor one evening when she heard a small voice she knew so wrell saying: "Please 'scuse me, mamma." Then she saw a little figure standing in the doorway in white gown with tangled curls and bright eyes, too blight for 10 o'clock at night thought Mrs. Blanchard. Midget ran across the room to the refuge that had never failed her mother's arms. "Mamma, dear," plead ed the little night owl, "I have just learned today how to tell you I love you in such a beautiful new way. Please may I show you? I'm so 'fraid I'll forget by morning." Midget held up her dimpled fingers. "Now everybody do just as I do," she said gleefully. "Hold your thumbs together so, now the next fingers the same way, but the next to that you must double in tight." She held her chubby fingers in this position, the palms together, the thumbs lightly touching, also the fireiingcrs, but the second fingers folded in so that her rosy nails and the dimples that stood for knuckles touched, then the third and fourth fingers met at the tips as the thumbs and forefingers did. "Now," cried Midget in great delight, "how far can you go from nurse?" and she parted the thumbs as far as they would go. "Now, how far from cook?" and the forefingers went apart. Then in sup pressed glee she carefully explained: "You must skip the folded fingers and go to the next. Now, how farcan you go from your dear, sweet mamma?" she cried in great triumph. . And odd it was that those queer little third fingers would not separate, and the more you tried the closer they were, not only Mid get's tiny fingers, but papa's strong ones aud Judge Mill's wrinkled ones. And as long as the second fingers are held in bondage the third ones will not separate. Try it. Quite h Fright. Behind Uncle John's house there is a high, rocky hill, covered with clumps of bushes, and very steep. Bennic and Charlie and Ray had been to "grovc-mccting" with Aunt Abbie, and they thought it would be fine fun to have a grove-meeting of their own on the hill. "I know where there's the nicest rock for a pulpit, and I'll be the preacher," said Bennic, leading the way. Charley and Ray were content to be the choir, and their voices were strong, if not musical. Bennic began to tell the story of the naughty children and the 40 bears. "An'p'r'apsa bear'll get you, if you ain't good boys," he said, solemnly. "An' if we take doughnuts out the cellar window," suggested Charlie. "Or wiggle through the grass after gooseberries," added Ray. "I guess you had your share!" retorted Bennie, who liked doughnuts and goose berries, and sometimes forgot to ask for them. "An' I didn't never do it many times, but I'll be good O boys I look I" Up above them, on the side of the hill nearest the woods, a great, black bear stood on a large rock. Probably it had only come to look for a mutton supper, but they didn't think so. With a wild bound, the preacher and choir went tumbling down the hill amhl a shower of dirt and stones. It made no difference to them whether they went on their feet or their heads, as long as they got there; and then they ran oh, how they ran ! to see which would reach the orchard fence first. "I tell you what, boys, I think we'd better go to the big folks' meeting after this," said the preacher ; and the choir thought so, too. Youth's Companion. He Was No Little Beggar. Little Arthur had been told by his mother that he must never ask anyone for anything; "Mamma don't want her little darling to become a little beggar," she plaintively put it. Arthur promised to heed the injunc tion. An hour or two later, his Uncle William called. Remembering his rela tive's generosity of heart, and frequent bestowals of candy money, the little fel low timidly and hesitatingly asked : "Mamma don't want me to be a little beggar boy ; do you ever give five cent ses to little boys what don't ask for 'em?" Visions of coveted sweetmeats and nuts, neatly folded in a paper bag, soon gladdened the little fellow's raptured Bight. Chicago National. AN AFRICAN QUEEN. The Dusky Ruler of Savages on the Upper Zambesi. A Picturosque Scene Witnessed By a Missionary. The position of women in Africa is ail degraded as in most other savage lands, and life is a round of toil to the weaker sex in nearly all parts of the continent. Here and there, however, is a native pieen who has absolute influence over her people and who surrounds herself with as much pomp and circumstance as her position permits. Mr. Coillard, the French Protestant missionary who saved the life of Scrpa Pinto during that trav eler's trip across the continent, has sent home a few facts about a picturesque fe male who holds sway over the savage barotse on the Upper Zambesi. One day recently Queen Mokuac went on an excursion to the tombs of her fathers. She was expected to return to her chief town two or three days later, and on the appointed day everybody was alert to hear the first sound announcing the approach of the royal party. Sud denly the measured beat of drums was faintly heard. "She is coming! The Queen is coming!" The cry went through the town, and several thousand men, women and children lined the banks of he broad Zambesi and gazed down the watery expanse. The sound of drums grew louder, and soon the royal barge aud the attending fleet came into view. Under a pavilion made of a gaudily colored native mat sat the Queen in full view of her subjeets. Forty paddles swiftly propelled her great canoe up the stream. As she came opposite the town the women and girls, who were ranged in line on shore, began to intone a chant which struck Mr. Coillard as full of weird beauty. It recited the praise of Queen Mokuae. At last the prow of the Queen's barge struck the shore, and the crowds of men who lined the way from the river's edge to the Queen's mansion, instantly dropped on their knees and be gan to clasp their hands, keeping time to the beat of the drum. The Queen stepped out of her barge. She was in gala dress for the occasion. Over her shoulders she wore a bright colored Indian robe, and several strings of beads and ornaments of ivory encir cled her neck and large white pearls were arranged with care in her hair. She saluted the white man with a wave of her hand, but appeared to pay no attention to her subjects. A proces sion was instantly formed with the na tive band at its head. The musicians wore suspended from their necks the in struments known as serimbas, which are long gourds, on which are strung chords of different lengths, which gave a vari ety of sounds when struck with drum sticks. As the procession started the musicians struck up and did not cease playing until the Queen withdrew into her apartments. Behind the band walked the Queen, and a considerable distance behind her the royal suite and the oarsmen of her fleet. As they passed along the populace fell into line, and so the long procession marched until they reached the Queen's abode. Then the master of ceremonies spread on the ground a lion's skin, on which the Queen took her stand. The royal suite approached within about a hundred feet, ranged themselves in line before the Queen, lifted their hands to wards the sky, crying "Loche! Loche!" and then prostrated themselves in tho dust. Next the boatmen went through tho same ceremony, and then the populace in detachments paid their respects to their ruler in the same manner; after them the visitors in the village and finally Mr. Coillard's own boatmen. Then the Queen disappeared within her house, and soon after, surrounded by her young women, gave an audience to the white man. She had a wheezy acoordeon, over whose keys she ran her fingers with surprising agility, and she played a curious medley of savage airs. She was very proud of her musical accomplishments, which, however, did not greatly impress her visitor. Mr. Coillard has been permitted to es tablish a mission in -thiJtown, where he says many pftturesqu&'s'ccncs only serve to . conceal all 'tiwfhbrrors of paganism and the grossest and "most revolting superstitions. The Wrong Result "Ma," said Bobby, "have I been a good boy to-day?" "Yes, Bobby, and I am very proud of you." "Well, will you do me ft'favdrj.maf?". "Kit's reasonable, Bobby. What;i$ it?" . "" "Let me go to bed to-night without 3aying my prayers." Life. Disappeared. Mrs. Brown: You told me that if I left my table-cloth out all night the fruit-stairs would disappear. Well, I put it out last night. Mrs. Jones: Of course the stains were gone in the morning? Mrs. Brown: Yes; so was the table cloth. - -Harper's Bazar. Hedlral Virtues f OaUa. A mother writes: "Once a week in variably, and it generally when we had "M meat minced, I gave the children it dinner which was hailed with delight ami looked forward to; this was a dish of lxnled onions. The little things knew not that they were taking tho best medicines for expelling what most chil dren suffer from worms. Mine were kept free by this remedy alone. Not only boiled onions for dinner, but chives also ' were they encouraged to cat with their bread and butter, and for this pur pose they had tufts of chives in their lit tle gardens. It was a medical man who taught me to cat boiled onions as a specific for a cold in the chest. He did not know at the time, till I told him, that they were good for anything else." The above appeared in the Lancaster (Pcnn.) New Era, and having fallen under the eye of an experienced physi cian of that county, he writes as fol lows: "The above ought to bo published in letters of gold and hung up beside the table, so that the children could read it and remind their parents that no family ought to be without onions the whole year round. Plant old onions in the fall, and they will come up at least three weeks earlier in the spring than by spring planting. Give children of all ages a few of them raw, as soon as they are fit to be eaten ; do not miss treating them with a mess of raw onions three or four times a week. When they get too large, or too strong to bo eaten raw, then boil or roast them. During unhealthy seasons, when diphtheria and like contagious diseases prevail, onions ought to be eaten in the spring of the year at least once a week. Onions arc invigor ating and prophylactic beyond descrip tion. Further, I challenge the medical fraternity, or any mother to point out a place where children have died from diphtheria or .c(r:irlatina anginosa, etc., where onions were freely used." The Elephant Plant At first this was thought to be a palm, but differs in some important points from the palms. It is given a family all by itself, which, though related to the palm family, is the "Vegetable Ivory family" or in botanical language tho phytelephasia?, a rather long word for so small a family. The ivory nut trees are found in the northern portions of South America, along the rivers of New Gran ada, Peru, etc., that come down from the mountains. The trunks of the trees rise but a short distance above the sur face, indeed are often entirely below. Its leaves, from twenty to thirty feet or more long form a magnificent tuft, each leaf beautifully divided like a giant feather. The pistillate of fertile flowers and tho staminatc or infertile flowers, are on scparato trees. These staminatc flowers are crowded on short stems, as seen in those snake-like objects on the nearest tree. The fertile flowers are followed by large capsules, or fruits, as large as a man's head, very rough on the outside, and containing about forty nuts, as large as a full-grown black walnut. The nuts themselves, have a thin, brittle crust, when ripe, but when young arc filled with a soft pulp, which the natives eat in that state. This hardens as the nuts ripen, and when quite mature becomes as hard as ivorj The nuts require no other preparation than to knock away tho outer shells, and to gather them up. They are sold by the hundred. The trees arc sometimes to be seen in cultiva tion, in large conservatories, where they aro conspicuous ornaments. American Agriculturist. Washington Cranks. It is generally conceded that there are more cranks in Washington in propor tion to its population than in any other city in the United States, writes a corre spondent of the Baltimore Sun. None have a better opportunity to judge of this fact than those who are engaged in newspaper work here. There are several positively dangerous female cranks who hang about the departments pursuing imaginary claims. The wild, hungry look in their eyes establishes their iden tity at a glance. As long as their ram bling, disconnected utterances arc toler ated they appear harmless, but when they are treated with apparent indiffer ence they become violent, and consider able tact is necessary to pacify them. How these poor creatures manage to ex ist is a mystery, as they have worn the same old, shabby clothes for many sea sons, and their faces have a pinched and half-starved look, while their eyes at times seem almost starting from their sockets. Absolute despair will sooner or later take possession of these unfortu- rqacfand there is no telling what the Result may be. Constantly Changing. Little people often have severe strug gles in mastering the primary facts of life. There was once a tiny lad and the story is so old that he must now be a man who, on being asked his age, re plied, wearily, "Oh, they keep changing it so fast, I can't tell ! Once they said 'twas three, and then 'twas four, and then in a little while they called it five and now I don't know anything about it," Youth's Companion. Brief Snake Stories. . William Widick and Hni Smith ol Rethatny, III., killed 1G0 rattlesnakes at one seance. The dog of George Marion of Renssel aer, Ind., began barking at a hole in the ground. Marion dug down and killed 113 blue racers and 27 bull snakes. Mrs. Emma Gephart of Tuscola found a blue racer coiled under her pillow when sho went to retire. Assistance was called, and the reptile was killed. Farmer White's reaper picked up an immense rattlesnake and hurled it into his lap. He knocked it on the head with the but of his whip and drove on. This was at Bloomington, 111. Milk and whiskey saved the life of the little son of Liking Walley of Carlisle, Pcnn., who was bitten on the lips by a copperhead while hunting hens' eggs. He suffered frightful spasms, and his face was swollen beyond recogni tion. A Goldendale (W. T.) rattlesnake kept a 10-year-old boy a prisoner in a small treo for four hours. The boy had stoned the snake and then sought refuge in the tree. His failure to appear at dinner caused a search to be made for him. A black snake eight feet long sprang at Karl Kramer, near Richmond, Va., and coiled itself tightly around his neck, nearly suffocating him. lie staggered up to a large rock and beat the head of the snake against it until the snake died. A Murphy (N. C.) colored woman awoke in the night to find a huge snake coiled about her neck. Instead of faint ing she grabbed tho reptile, flung it against the wall with all her force, aud went to sleep again. Daylight revealed one of the largest dead rattlers ever seen in that vicinity. Along a Dutch Canal. To follow out the line of a canal is to see a continuous picture now it is a blue ribbon through the green of the fields, again a small village is passed, the brown hulls and queer sails of the canal boats arc continually composing, and at its close you glide into a sleepy old town, every inch of which is nn artistic treasure, deepened and harmonized, as arc all its colors, by the humidity of the atmos phere. With the exception that they arc broader, the rivers present similar picturesque qualities to the canals the same low-lying banks, fringed with willows, the same boats; indeed, one mouth of the Rhine is but a canal in Holland. Near the sea, on some of the more important rivers, a singularly beautiful effect is produced by the large cities upon them, with ship ping lying at their quays, and the broad, mirror-like surface of the water reflecting and doubling all the beauties of color present. How blue is this water, repeating the cloud-forms in the skies, thrown into prominence by the vivid green on the banks and the reds .and browns of the cities in the background ! Zccland, surrounded by large rivers which seek the sea through it in myriads of canals and ditches, gives a peculiarly Dutch landscape the roads, banked up crossing the streams by bridges whose arch, high enough to permit the passage of a canal-hoat, often frames the most charming bits; a windmill ; a few old houses irregular in line, the brown-yellow of their roof-tilcs and bricks enhanced by the glad blue of the sky and sunlight green of the fields. Scribncr. National Floral Emblems. Many nations and sovereigns have had plants and flowers as their emblems. The rose of England became especially famous during the War of the Roses, after which the red and white were uni ted, and the rose of both colors is called the York and Lancaster; but when these flowers first became badges of the two houses I cannot discover. The thistle is honored as the emblem of Scotland from the circumstance that once upon a time a party of Danes having approached the Scottish camp unperccived by night, were on the point of attacking it, when one of the soldiers trod on a thistle, which caused him to cry out, and so aroused the enemy. The shamrock of Ireland was held by St. Patrick to teach the doctrine of the Trinity, and chosen in remembrance of him. It is always worn by the Irish on St. Patrick's Day, The leek, in Wales, as a national device, has not been satisfactorily explained, otherwise than as the result of its havinir Cymric colors, green and wh te. Bos ton Budget. An Odd Clock. A clock recently patented in France is in imitation of a tambourine, on the parchment head of which is painted a circle of flowers, corresponding to the hour figures of ordinary dials. On ex amination, two bees, one large and the other small are discovered crawling among the flowers. The small bee runs rapidly from one flower to another, com pleting the circle in an hour, while the large one takes twelve hours to complete the circuit. The parchment surface is unbroken and the bees simply laid ujon it, but two magnets connected with the clockwork inside the tambourine move just under the membrane, and the in- sects, which arc of iron, follow them. - At tho Gate. Beside a mighty city's gate, AY hero passed at morn the proud and great, To seek r sacred shrine that stood Within the precincts of a wood, A crippled beggar sat, and loud Besought tho ever-passing crowd. His need was soro, but they denied; Wo seek to find out God!" they cried, As by the altar, on tho sod, Thoy knelt "We seek to find out Godl" Tho day declined, Tho great and proud Who sought that morn the shrine, and bowou Their heads as though in reverence there, Forgot tho shrira, forgqt tho prayer, But lo! tho man whom they denied A pittanco as they passed hi pride, Dead by tho gateway, knew what they So vainly sought, as, day by day, They toward tho holy altars trod, Ho ho alone had found out God! Clinton Scollard. HUMOROUS. The writing-master's business is flour ishing. The last charge at Gettysburg was made by the hotel-keepers. "The New York girls practice smiling before a glass." The men smile behind it. The musical composition "Warblings at Eve" is the first intimation that Adam was a singer. The susceptible youth is like a mos quito. There is little hope for him after he gets mashed. From the records of recent college rrioliiif nu if id lirtlinirnrl flirt lnffra W A indicate Boss Athlete. Fish culture will never reach its high est form of usefulness until fish aro taught how to bite so that they may bo hooked. It is estimated that there is one cow to every four persons in this country. The young lady in tho red shawl always One of the most mournful things iu nature must always be the inevitable tendency of the young man in love to imagine himself a poet. First-Class Studies at West Point During no year had the class found an easy course of study, and the first-class course was like the others in requiring the closest attention. The class drew strange-looking plans of fortifications; they built theoretical, bridges, and prac tical ones also; they slowly registered tho elements of the Spanish language, and daily shocked the professor by their un- Castilian accent; they discovered tho analogy between the "Laws of tho Modes and Persians" aud the regulations of the Military Academy; and they skimmed over the history of the world from its settlement by Adam to the pres ent time. They became adepts in the manufacture of shot and shell, and all weapons of attack and defense; they be came deeply versed inlaw, international, constitutional, and military; they rode, they marched, they-studied, they drilled; they built parapets and miniature forts, and then demolished them; they con structed pontoon bridges, spar bridges and rafts; they would have explained to you the minutest details in tho manu facture of gunpowder and dj'namite, or told you just where the plans of battle of great military leaders were defective. Iu fact, they became walking encyclo pedias of useful military knowledge. St. Nicholas. The Coyote and the (Jrenscr. The fauna of New Mexico arc few, but of interest, says a correspondent. Be sides 10 varieties of rattlesnake, 21 of horned toad and 42 of lizard, there is tho coyote and the greaser. The greaser is wealthier than the coyote. " I have known an opulent greaser to possess two strings of red peppers, a bushel of corn, a peck of onions and seven dogs. One greaser, who lived near Fort McRae, was the Vandcrbilt of the section. He' had nine dogs. The coyote is superior to the greaser in that he sings. Shortly after midnight I have known officers, who usually had an indifferent ear for music, to lie awake for hours listening to a chorus of coyotes, and expressing their opinion in the strongest terms. A coyote sings every night when he has no supper, and he get s a supper about once a year when ho is in luck. An Indian Funeral. The Indian funeral it is a solemn, impressive, interesting ceremony. The remains of a child, wc will suppose, arc brought in. The mourners arc still. They point up to the Great Spirit, down to the bad spirit. They hand round tho remains. They chant on their knees, later standing up they lay bows and arrows and other implements on the rc mains the chanting continues. Tho body is placed on a scaffolding, where it decays in time. The skull is then washed and cleaned. It is placed in a circle with other skulls, and in time it disappears. The spirit is now thought to have crossed the wide river to the happy hunting ground beyond. Boston Globe. An Exploded Theory. Fond Father Talk of college not fitting a young man for earning a living I Just as soon as Johnny graduated he ob tained a splendid position. Friend What was it? Fond Father First base. Life.