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l)c tfljatljcuu Hccorb. II. A. LONDON, EDITOR AND proprietor. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION, l)c Chatham Becort RATES a; ra OF Oue copy, one year -One copy, s'x months , One copy, three months $ 2.00 1.00 50 "What is Friendship Y I've Icon reading, oh friend! whose earnest eyes AVouM search my spirit through, The tali' of n dreamer who well replied To 1 1 10 question nskod by you. An 1 i:uler it well; for the fable subtle meaning bears, T.i piido through life's temptations, And slum-thee its hidden snares. VI,ci o the polar star looks coldly down i ni tlie land of the eternal snows, 'Neath the plittcring iceberg's ceaseless frown "j"h T.-pei ito Saneto"' grows, Each leaf of exquisite beauty Py ice king's penis embossed; Each loaf, and branch, and petal Are formed of glistening frost. 'Mid tlie dazzling stillness of Arctic days, A I'liantom flower it gleams In !li ' pallid sunlight's frozen rays, l.ik a symbol of death and dreams. fsli.'iiMn shadow fall o'er its whitooes i i ! tlie sunlicnms warmer grow, It Hd- it" filmy jetal.i And vanishes into tho snow. And one who would pluck th:. enchanted tlower, Of aa.o on its loauty frail, l',w liave hands as clean and heart as puro u the Knight of the Holy Grail. Hi v u sh oh, friend, the meaning i i this fable I've told to you? Tint he who would hope for friendship 3bif, himself, be pure and true. Ti a flower that will droop "ncath passion's glow, In darkness it fade away, T n- the blossom of friendship will only grow In the cahn, fair light of day. Let your life le free and noble, As your he u t is leal and true, And the exquisite flower of friendship :l always blo-'in fr you. --(Edxa C. Jackson. "KEEP YOUR PROMISE." (..tniuodure Yandcrbilt, a mot pco j.V know, did not take very kindly to n moving from Statoa IIa;i I to New Y' ik (."try, when liis affairs began to r -ju r but was compelled to do so in order to be near his business He bought a house just in the outskirts of the city ' In re lie thought he could be sure of comp native quiet, lie found a com fortable place close by a graveyard, itli not many houso3 about him and settled down. The first night he spent in the new place was a terrible revelation to him. Instead of the absolutely quiet airrouud ings of his island hom?, he had an at mosphere vocal with the yells of what seemed a thousand cats. The neighbor hood must have been.hc wa3 convinced, a favorite resort for all the cats in the city. They rendezvoused in the grai'c yard, and flocked on Ins back fence, and perched on his shed roof and cater wauled madly all night long. He slept scarcely five, minute at a tim. The next night it was repeated, and the next. Instead of getting used to it the com modore was getting more and more ner vous and slept less and lev?. The wear and tear began to tell oa him. Vandcrbilt had his boots blacked every morning by a lad who had sta tioned his box not far away, miking an arrangement with the boy in order to get the thine reasonably cheap. One morning he sat down in the boy's chair with such a weary air and with so hag gard a look on his face that the boy avked sympathetically "Wot's de matter, customer?'' The commodore, for want of a better confidant, opened his heart to the boot black and told him the harrowing talc of the cats. "Wot '11 yer give me, boss," said the boy, "if I'll clean out all dc cats for you?" "What '11 1 give you? Why, I'll give you a dollar apiece for every cat you kill in my yard," said the commo lore. "All right, customer," said the boot black, "I'll be there tonight." That night the commodore slept as he had not slept since he left Staten Island. II woke in the morning with the de'ightful seuse of having slept only about fifteen minutes, and yet knowing that he had slept soundly all night. When he went out he found his boot black sitting on the front step. "How'd you sleep, boss?" asked the boy. "Splendidly, young man, splendidly." "Hear any cats?'' "Not a cat. How much do I owe you?" "Come round in the back yard an' ve'll see," said the boy. They went around to the back yard. I here were two rough looking young sters sitting on the fence, and on the ground was a pile of .lead cats that made the commodore turn pale. "For heaven's sake, how many cats hav,! you there?" lie gasped. "We'll t'row 'cm over in another pile, bos," said the bootblack, "an' you kin cor : 'em up." The boy began to toss the cats over deliberately, and the commodora counted until he had got up to fifty. Then he called out "Hold on! That'll do. Sec here; I'll give you three fellows just five dol lars apiece. That's big pay for a night's work." "Can't do it, boss," said the boot Mnck, "I've made de arrangement wid dose gentlemen here, a i'de understand ing li a dolhr apiece for dc cats." "Well, I won't give you Lut live dol VOL. X. lars each all aroind," said the commo dore. Ho pulled out tho money and shook it in their faces, but the boys refused to take it. Finally they withdrew in si lence, leaving the commodore, aroused and ill-natured, with his cats. They formed a resolve to "get even with him," and mado their plans accordingly- That night the commodore had not been asleep very long before he was roused by the most unearthly caterwaul ing that he had ever heard in his life. He woke with the impression that there was a stack of cats on the foot of his bed. Then ho fancied they were at least on the window sill of bis room. But presently he bee vme aware that they were somewhere in the yard near his window. Hj could stand it no longer, and seized a loaded pistol that was in a bureau drawer and blazed away, one, two, three shots, at what seemed to be the centre of the disturbance in the yard. Then In heard a cry and groan of anguish from some human being. He dressed partially and went out into the yard, and found, there, writhing in pain, the pchecmi.n oa the beat, with a bill from the commodore's revolver in his leg. Hi also f ju-id a lar ;e gtnaj -ng in which was a wriggling, plunging mass of cats, all of them howling now with a fury redoubled by the episode of the shooting. The policeman was able to explain that he had seen what seemed to be a wild animal of extraordinary proportions, which made a uoisc like a hundred cats, plunging around on the commodore's lawn, and hid come over to investigate: and no sooner had he dis covered that the object was a big gun liv ing full of cats, and had prepared to release the animals, thin tho commo dore had opened fire on him from the window, with disastrous eff- ct. Tho policemai sued Vaiderbilt for damages, aud the commodore had to pay him a thousand dollars to settle a fact which became quite generally known. As to the cats, hj knew where they came from, but tlu peculiar and unfin ished nature of the transaction with the boys prevent ?d him from mentioning it, or from breaking his former contract with the bootblack, who contin ued to shine his boots as of yore. The day after the commodore had settled with the policeman the boy looked up from his box and remarked: "Sleep well, last night, boss?" The commodore only grunted in re sponse. "Any cat, now-a-days?" The comm ) I rc jumpod up from the chair. "S?c here!' he exclaimed; "how many cats did you kill that night? ' "Ninety-three, boss." The commodore pulled out his check book and hastily drew a check. "Here's a check for $100," said he, "and now don't you ever say cats to me again in your life, nor talk about this thing to anybody else, or I'll break every bone in your body." "Agreed, boss," siid the boy, as he pocketed the duck. This story recalls another that is somewhat like it with a different flavor and local color, however, and quite as authentic. It happened down on the Cape in a time now well gone by, when Benjamin C was a prominent man down there, wealthy, and foremost in a good many business enterprises. Old Mr. C was thrifty, like most of the Cape people with a high regard for the almighty dollar. He had a lively, freckle-faced grandson, as agile as a squirrel, who was named for him, Ben jamin C. D , since a man of a good deal of prominence on his own account, and who lived with him. The old gen tleman's barn, as a good many other old places have done, became terribly in fested with rats. The old gentleman was so greatly annoyed that he offered the boy fifty cents apiece for all the rats he wouid catch and show to him, alive ou the premises, a precaution to prevent sharp practice on the part of the youth. After two or three days little Benjamin came to old Benjamin and asked him to step out into tho barn. He did so and was conducted to a big disused molasses barrel that stood in the middle of the barn floor and asked to look into it. And there on the bottom, was a wriirgling mass of rats, three or four deep, strug gling vainly to get out of the birrel. "My gorry!" exclaimed the old gen tleman. "Whcre'd you get all these rat?" 'Caught 'em here in the barn, gran' sir." "How many be they?" "Eighty. That's just $10, gran'sir." "Forty dollars! Why, I ain't goin' to pay you all that money." "Ain't you? didn't you agree to, gran'sir?" "Well, yes, but I hadn't no idee when I did th it you'd catch such a tar ration lot." The boy looked up. There was a rope dangling down from the beam above, that was used to help in climbing up to the hayloft. Benny pulled himself up hand over hand on this rope until he hung suspended over lln barrel. "Ain't yen goin' to give me that $40 you agreed to, gran', ir?" said the boy. "Never J" said the old man, looking PITTSBORO', j into the barrel with its squirming masn of rats. "Well, thcn.hcrc goes! ' said tho boy. With a lively kick of his foot he up set the barrel in tho direction of his grandfather. The multitude of rats poured out around the old man's foot. He leaped wildly up and down in terror, and sprang through the mass to a ladder that st co I near. Then he ran up the ladder with an agility that ho had not equalled for fifty years. And the rats resumed possession of the premises. Ilea fabulae docent that venerable men of wealth had best keep their lion est engagements with small boys, even if the small boys turn out to be much smarter than the venerable gentlemen took them to be, and greatly exceed ex pectations in their performances. Bos ton Transcript. Japanese Children. The children are a great feature of Japanese life. They swarm everywhere; the houses arc full of them; tin streets overflow with them. They seem a bless ing vouchsafed in a peculiar degree to the Japanese. Little tots hardly able to walk themselves carry, fastened to their backs, tiny infants, for whose heads I often trembled, as they arc al lowed to hang down in such a fashion as to seem oa the point of breaking oil any minute. The rising generation of Japan seems to delight in mere exist ence; these tiny atoms of -humanity sport in the sunshine, as a rule most scantily clad, roll over in the dust, run aud skip, all overflowing with the jol'.iest mirth. Their parents seem to idolize them; nowhere have I seen so many men occupying themselves with children as I did in Japan. The whole character of the people is child dike, especially in tho interior, where they have had no chanco to be infected by tho superior knowledge of their western brethren. In the villages men can be seen carrying in their arms babes, leading oue or two at the same time. The smallest hamlet has shops where nothing else is sold but toys, and tlnse luxu ries are lavished oa every Japanese baby. The children are, as a rule, pleasant to look upon, with their little round and plump faejs and short hair which oa boys' heads is allowed to grow all around the head shorn to about two or three inches in length, with a round spot in the centre on the top of the crowa shaved bare. The dolls that come to our toy stores from Japan are faithful images of their children. Fly ing paper dragons is one of their favor ite games, and the skill expended on the ornamentation of these is astonishing. A peculiar custom is the hoisting of an immense paper fish, painted elaborately, on a pole in front of a house where a baby is born. The Overland Monthly. Gambling in California's Early Days. There was a French woman who played the violin, receiving .$100 a day therefor; and as women were so scarce ia those days, whenever she left the saloon to go out on the street every saloon around the square was emptied to get a look at her. In these saloons there were piles of gold, both in coin and in sacks of gold dust, that would put some of our commercial banks of the present day to the blush, and long tables that had their croupiers ready to rake in or pay out as fast as the cards were turned off. Among other noted players was a judge at that time, who mad3 it a point every evening to go around from place to place and make high play. Upon en tering with his attendant, who carried the sack, he would first sit down at a table and bar off every other player; then set his time of play at a limit, say twenty minutes or half an hour, the stake from $10,000 to $20,000, with the bank. Meantime, to keep the crowd that would be ia at the time, which would number from 300 up to near 1000, he always asked them all to take a drink, which meant 25 cents a head for the bar; and if he won he paid for the drin ks; if he lust, the bank had them to pay for. Overland Monthly. A Mild Hint. They had becu sitting in contempla tive sileace for a long time, when Wil liam musingly said: "I think, Naomi, that there is a great deal of wisdom in that old saying: 'Silence is golden.' " "There may be, but gold is unhandy. I would rather have a bill." It took him an hour to "catch on," but he finally offered himself. Lincoln Journal. George Was Hopeful. "You understand, George, of course," she said, as she nestled in his arms, "that I shall have no money of my own until papa passes away." "I understand, dear," replied George, tenderly and hopefully, "but just think, love, how feeble your father is." Epoch, Unkind. Young Sampson, who thinks he can play the cornet, is serenading his girl when the old gentleman interrupts him with: "Here, you! We don't waat fish at this hour of niarht. "I Philadelphia News. Z vv CHATHAM CO., N. C, CHILDREN'S COLUMN. ' Don't Give In. Boys, when troubles crowd about you (You'll find plenty in this life.) And when fortune seems to flout you, And your weary with the strife; Then's the time to show your metal, Keep your heads up; don't give in; Face the trouble, grasp the nettle, And determine you will win. What's the good of turning craven? That will never gain the fight, That will bring you to no haven Of success and calm delight. No, boys, no, be upai d doing, Put your shoulders ,o the task. Fortune's shy and net pur?uint If within her smile you'd bask. Tho Music That Wokn the Frincesi. Once upon a time a beautiful princess lay dangerously ill. For days and days she had been lying on her couch without a sign of life, looking like some exquis ite statue wrought in marble. The greatest physicians in the land were sent for, but not one of them could succeed in lousing the princess from the strange and baffling franco into which she had fallen. At last there entered the chamber of the sleeping girl an old physician who had known her when she was a merry, thoughtless child, living in the country, and playing about among the flowers and woods, free and unfettered as a bird. The old man leaned over the couch of the princess, and looked at her long and earnestly'! The silence which reigned in that royal chamber was broken by the voice of the physician, raised in ac cents of command : "Draw back the curtains, and blow out the tabrs." At a sign from the queen the attend ants noiselessly obeyed, and the bright rays of a glorious sun streamed into the room. "Open all the windows, and let in the air from heaven." "She will die," whispered the attend ants, horrified; but the queen only nodded, and soon a fresh, pure breeze, laden with the scent of myriads of flowers, was stealing into the heated chamber. "Can you not revive her? she is my only one!" said the queen, in tones of j piteous entreaty. "Madam," replied the old physician gravely, "the soul of your daughter has quitted its abode and is wandering in the Land of Dreams. Naught can avail to call it back save music, for music is divine, and hath a wondrous and all penctrating power. Let but some chord of memory in the heart of the princess be touched, and straightway she will awake." Overjoyed, the queen sent for all the best singers in the kingdom, and one after another they sang in the chambei of the princess grand Italian airs, with wonderful shakes and trills, sparkling French canzonettcs, and stately German songs ; now a quaint little modern ditty, and now a pathetic ballad of olden times. But they sang in vain, for the sleeper lay without movement, and the queen, amidst her grief, began to look doubt ingly at the old physician. Presently there slipped into the room s. little peasant girl with bright, eager eyes and sunburnt face; aud, before any one could stop her, she was kneeling by the couch, crooning out the quaintest of quaint ditties. There was nothing grand or powerful about it, but it was like the twitter oi the birds oa a spring morning, so fresh and clear, and full of soft little cooing notes, and odd turns and phrases. It was the lullaby that the princess's nurse had sung to her when sha was a little child, and it found its way where loftier music had failed to enter straight into the royal maiden's heart. Slowly the princess opened her blue eyes, ana fixed them in bewilderment upon the peasant girl at her feet. "Sing on, sing ol, my little forest nightingale," said she ; "this is the music of my childhood this is the music that I so love." Little Folks. Powerful Magnetic Ore. A Georgia paper tells of a man who got lost in a cornfield, and after a day's search his friends found him sitting on an ear near the top of the stalk. That rather lays it over our corn but it doesn't compare with the simple virtues of our magnetic iron mines. They possess an ore that draws just a little. The work men all wear moccasins because it diaws the tacks out of shoes. Houses in the vicinity of our mines have to be bolted together, as nails would all pull out over nkrht. A wild duck that had in a thoughtless moment swallowed a few domestic hairpins tried in vain to fly over the mines, but was drawn to earth by the remorseless power of mag netic attraction. Iron-clad vessels aic oftea attracted shore- vard and left help less upon the beach, while people with too much iron In their blood are over come as in a trance and sleep on in tfie perpetual delights of an earthly nirvana. Such are a few of the wonders of this power, but perhaps its greatest achieve ment was in attracting the irony of the Twin Cities. Georgia may have the corn, but when it comes to a harvest of earthly greatness Minnesota takes the J ohnnycake. Duluth Paragrapher, Ay u NOVEMBER 17, 1887. TOMATO CANNERIES. Progress of the Tomato From Field to Consumer. One of the Great Industries of New Jersey. What the peach orchards are to Dela ware the tomato fields are so much to Salem and Cumberland counties, says a letter from Salem, N. J., to the New York Times. The tomatoes are .pickod in the regular D'elaware peach baskets j and loaded on wagons lurposcly ar ranged for the purpose. The farmer takes the load to the can house and is met by a "wagon master," who assigns him a place in the procession and he puts his wagon in it. If he Is a prudent and industrious farmer he unhitches his horses and returns to his farm with his team, for he can, in all probability go home, gather another load, and return to the canning house bj fore his first load is wanted at the "scalder." Long lines of farm wagon3 loaded with this fruit may be seen around each of the great establishments. The farmers in most cases have gone home and left their wagons unguarded. They are perfectly safe. Tomatoes are so abundant that not even the street gamin will molest them. Sometimes 24 hours piss between the time a wagonload is delivered to the wagon master and its delivery to the scalder. Tho scalder is the primary machine in the canning factory, unless tho scales be classed as a part of the factory. The scales are in the street, but the register is indds of the office. The farmer, who, by the grace of the wagon master has the next turn at the scalder, is told to pull his wagon oa to tin scales, and the wagon, basket, and man are all weighed together. Then he is told to "pull up" to the scalder. This scalder is a large box tub, made square, into which there Is turned a steam pipe by which the water may be kept hot. Inside of the scalder and working on hinges there is a half round iron basket that will hold the tomatoes. This basket is so arranged that a man with a rope running through a block can lower the tomatoes into scald ing water or lift them out at will. Usu ally two baskets are put into the scalder at a time, and by the time the farmer can walk the four or five steps backwaid to the wagon and return these two bas kets of tomatoes have been scalded and by a movement of the rope sent into tubs, and it is said that they are washed at the same time that they are scalded ; but, as the water in which th cy are scalded is generally so muddy as to make it impossible to see a tomato a hair's breadth under the surface, I rather question the cleaning process. Some of the factories are more cleanly than others, but there is not a factory that has so far overcome the difficulty of washing. And so far as I h ive seen. that is the feature of the packing that is not perfect, excepting that none of the f ictones wash their cans before using them. The women who "skin" the to matoes might come into the factory with unclean hands, but in five minutes' work the hand of the tidiest and most cleanly woman in the place would be no cleaner than those of the most untidy, so rapid is the action of the tomato acid in taking the dirt from the hands. After the tomatoes have been "skinned" they are thrown into buckets, and whenever a woman fills an ordinary water bucket she is given a check which entitles her to 3 or 4 cents. Many women here will "skin 50 buckets per day or 5 an hour. When tho baskets arc filled a man throws them into the hopper of a ma chine called a "stuffcr." These machines arc usually operated by steam power, and a pressure of the feet sends a can full of tomatoes into a can, seldom fail ing to fill it. To prevent having light cans, each one as it is taken away from the "ituffer" is passed to a woman termed a "finisher," aud she sees that it is properly filled. In several of the fac tories that I visited there was being successfully operated a machine by which by the use of unskilled labor the caps could be soldered to tea cans at one operation, but most of the caps are sol dered by what is commonly known as chub irons, and one cap is finished at a time. The cans are then put into large trays made of iron, and these trays, piled one upon another, are put into large tubs filled with hot water and scalded for upward of an hour, when they are taken out and piled over the factory floor, and sometimes outdoors, where they may best be cooled. The next day they are carefully inspected, and those not properly "processed" are taken out and reprocessed. A few days after the cans have been corked they arc ready for labeling and packing into cases for shipping. In many of the larger factories these opera tions are to be seen at one visit. There is one canning establishment here in Salem where preparations were made to can about 1,800,000 cans, or 150,000 dozen. That quantity of tomatoes will sell this season for upward of $150,000. "With all thy false I love the still, ' quoted the husband as he stroked his wife's store hair. NO. 11. Inns in the Orient. South of the Balkan Mountains, say; Thomas Stevens in the New York Sun tho traveler bids farewell to hotels fo: the time being, except at such points ai Constantinople or Philippopolis. Th mehana of the Orient, with all its dis comforts and abominations, takes th place of the European village inn. Oai now finds himself among people wht know nothing of Western comfort. Al the wayside mehana the accommoda tions are of the rudest kind. Instead of a soft be I, the traveler may considei himself fortunate if he can obtain a tat tered quilt or blanket in which to curl himself up on the floor, or on a bench He may consider himself more fortunat still if these casual articles are reason ably free from vermin. All of them an tenanted more or less, and extraordinary precautions must be taken foi self protection. The food obtain able at the mehana is equally abominable. Black bread, some times so hard that it has to b soaked in water before it can be eaten, a jar of malodorous substance supposed to be soft cheese, and villainous spiritt called mastie is tho regular stock in trade of the mehana cuisine. If the fates are propitious, one may pcrchanct be able to obt ua an egg or two, or a chicken, arid small cups of strong black coffee are usually to be had also. Tht proprietor, a greasy, sheepskin-clad in dividual, will undertake to cook th( eggs or chicken if requested. If left to follow his own devices, he will boi the eggs hard and cut the chicken up in little pieces and stew it. The seasoning will be a small chunk of rock salt. After crossing the Bosporus into Asi atic Turkey, there is a change of nam from mehana to khan, but there is little or no change in the institution itself. The khan exists only along the regulai post routes. In the remote villages on( has to depend entirely on the hospitality of the people. To the credit of the Turks, let it be said that no matter what their shortcomings may be in other di rections, they arc always hospitable. The Reis, or head man of the village, if always ready to do the honors of tht occasion upon the anival of a traveler. Iu his rude house, often but a mere mud hut, with stable aud dwelling rooms al! beneath the same low flat roof, the stranger is sure of shelter and the besl food the village .-'ffords. No payment is exacted for this, but the proper thing is to make presents of money to th Reis's children in return for what ont has received. Fishing for a Cow's Cnd. "There is great excitement on th place when a cow loses her cud," said the old farmer. "The boys run as fast as they can for the cow doctor, and we ali turn to and get things ready for him. The cow stands with her head down and neck stretched out, and is altogether th most woe-begone animal you ever saw.' "What will happen if she doesn't find the cud?" "She will starve to death. You see a cow has four stomachs, and what she cats through the day goes into the firsl one. And at night she brings up some of the food from the first stomach and masticates it. This is called chewing the cud. After she has done this, it goes to the second stomach and is di gested. If she loses her cud, she can't pass the food from the first stomach tc the second, and is bound to starve. When the doctor arrives he slaps the cow's sides, twists her tail and looks ia her mouth. Then he calls for a piece oi salt codfish aud puts it in her mouth. If that fails to bring the cud he rubs her throat and calls for slippery elm. He puts a wad of it into her jaws and tries to get her to chew. That failing, he tries a bunch of grass and a wad of wil low leaves. If all fail, a live frog is brought and started down the cow's throat. This never fails. The cow gives a heave when the frog tickles her windpipe, and up come frog and cud." Mail and Express. Killing the Last Few Elk. Some one has recently been killing elk in Kern county. There is in Cali fornia only one little band of these no ble animals left, and they pasture among the cattle in the range west of Bakers- field. At one time, not many years ago, they were more numerous in this val ley than cattle now are, but, like the American buffalo, they have been al most exterminated by sportsmen durino- the past twenty-five years. Tho game laws of the state prohibit the killing of elk at any time, and parties near where the few remaining are ac customed to range have used every endeavor to pre vent their destruction. Visalia (Cal.) Delta. Celery. Celery, says a New York restaurant keeper, requires the carefulest kind of careful cultivation. It has to be planted and transplanted, and then kept hcaned up with dirt. The soil must be rich and wen arainea. m .Europe it grows wild in the ditches, and in its native state is rank, coarse, disagreeable in taste, and even very poisonous. It has taken a long cultivation to civilize celery, and make it the gentle, delicate thing we know. ADVERTISING One square, one insertion' - $1.00 One square, two insertions - - 1.50 One square, one month - - 250 For larger advertisements liberal- con tracts will be made. A Song: Fade, flowers, now! Scatter your snow Over the dying grasses. Twill not be long (Hush, bird, your song! Ere the rude north wind passes. Trees! you have played At masquerade, Till it is time 'twere ended. Drowsy earth weaves A blanket ol leaves, Within your hues are blended. Stream! sing aloud! Picture each cloud, Mirror the stars in your breast; Dance while you may, Toss your white spray Soon comes the season of rest! Amy E. Leigh, in Young People. HUMOROUS. Drowning and thirsty men clutch at straws. A joint debate A quarrel for tht prime cut of the fowl. The English sparrow can only get in to'thc best society as a rice bird. About two pounds of matter, liquid arid solid, arc daily cast out of the sys tem by the skin. A man may be behind in his work and still show push. This is so if heii wheeling a barrow. It has lately been discovered that the reason that boys are so impecunious is because they are so frequently strapped. "Shure," said O' Kelly, when he found that he could not reach his hat hanging high on a nail, "lam too short at both inds." "I wonder what makes those buttons burst off so?" exclaimed a lady petu lently. Force of habit, I should thiak," he said softly. A little girl who was looking at a pea cock for the first time grew enthusiastic. "Oh, mamma," she said, "hasn't it goi a beautiful bustle !" Dude, airily How do? Have yot got hold of anything fresh lately! FriendWhy, Tommy when I hav just shaken hands with you ! "Did the wedding go off smoothly?" "About as smoothly as such affairs al ways go off. The only hitch that oc curred was when the pair stood up tc be united." A Magnificent (Jift. The Nizam of Hyderabad has offered a splendid gift to the Indian govern ment. Impressed with the idea that tht expenditure of the Indian empire goes on growing, mainly in consequence oi outlay on the defences of the frontier, and wishing to resist the agressive de signs of Russia, his highness, "as the oldest ally of the English in India, proposes to give 200,000 a year for three years toward strengthening the northern border. His highness, we imagine, has an eye to investment, and has an intention of asking once more fx the restitution of the Bcran, which, he thinks, would be greatly facilitated by a display of prr ctical loyalty. There is no reason to doubt, however, that he is heartily opposed to a Russian inva sionthough, his people being Sheeahs, he is not exactly the grand Mussulman prince the Times chooses to believe and it is neither generous nor wise to inquire too closely into motives. The gift is a great one, and we trust will be accepted with warm thanks, and cm ployed to construct forts to protect oui second line of defence, the .Indus river. li those lorts caa lioat and move, so much the better. We are too slow in commencing this work, probably because the ruling soldiers arc all in favor oi ad vancing beyond our proper boundary, seizing Candahar, and fighting the great battle within Afghanistan itself. That might be the wiser course if our business in India were not governing; but the viceroys have to think of sparing English soldiers, and keeping the burden on the treasury within reasonable bounds. London Spectator. (J I assblo wers Cheek." Though the wages or remuneration in glass blowing are very high, the indus try is not popular. Its unpopularity is no more than natural, the labor being severe and exhausting, the pain and dis comfort great, and the healthfulness being unpleasantly small to those en gaged. It has a characteristic disease the glassblower's cheek just as the white lead and quicksilver industries have their specific ills. From long continued blowing, the cheeks, at first muscular, grow thin and lose their elas ticity; they then legin to hang down like inverted pockets and finally grow absolutely unusable. It is a matter of record both here and in Europe that glass operatives have blown holes through their cheeks, but no living curi osity of this sort can be fouud at the present time. Philadelphia Telegraph. Changing a "Ten." "My dear, can you change a ten for me?" asked the wife of a penurious hus band when company was present. "Yes," he answered, with a wild, dazed look, not understanding how his wife was possessed of so much money, "will you have it in small bills?" "I meant a ten -cent piece," shfc tud meekly. Tableau. f Detroit Free Press.
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