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One steel I have of common clay,
And one no less than regal;
By day I jog on old Saddlebags,
liy night I fly upon Eagle;
To store, to market, to field, to mill,
0;k plods with patient patter.
Nor hoars along the far-off heights
The hoofs of his comrade clatter.
To Hold, to market, to mill he goes,
IS or ts his comrade gleaming
WI.to ho :I.a along the purple hills,
rtlio ; Kime from his bridle streaming;
Si's ii"t his track, nor the sparks of fire
St t.-nil'Iy flashing from it,
A 1 hoy Ma -hod from the track of Alborak
Wh.m ho bravely carried Mahomet.
Ono stood, in a few short years, will rest
li : dor the grasses yonder;
TJio other will come there centuries hence
To linger and dream and ponder;
Ami yet both steeds are mine to-day,
The immortal and the mortal;
Ono ltoats alone the clods of earth,
One stamps at heaven's portal.
Henry Ames Blood in Century.
Max Dwight's Reward.
HY MRS. M. S1IEFFEY-PETERS.
Max D wight was ready for his early
tramp to the upland lake where, as he
knew, there was a certain out-cropping
of roots suited to the manufacture of
some rustic benches he had been prom
ising to make for hi) wife.
Mistress Janet accompanied him to
the porch of their cottage, carrying
Tot tie, who in her pink and white pret
tincss of babyhood, was as like the
young mother as the wild rose's bud is
4ike the wild rose.
"The rain must have been heavy above
Lore," remarked Mistress D wight, not
i::ir the aspect of the creek in the Di
vide. The stream, ordinarily tangled like a
i'.vcr wire among the bowlders and
bo'ky hollows at the base of the ridge,
a as chafing in its bed, the acceleration
oi its current betrayed by a muffled
"Yes, when the Otter's boosting along
like that, the pity is that the mill stauds
till, and the hands arc idle," com
plained I) wight.
'Don't fret, Max. I'd not get my
benches but for the mill machinery being
out of gear."
lie laughed, kissed her and Tottie,
and a moment later was striding down
the path to the bridge, whose arches
connected the jutting ridge on which he
lived witli the further side of the Otter.
This it ream, lower down, did the work
of an army of giants, turning the wheels
c-f the mills and factories, iu which hun
dreds cf bread-winners daily toiled.
Alluvial bottoms, cultivated farms, vil
lage homes of peace and plenty, an I
(uuntl"S3 other evidences of prosperity
lay behind Dwight when he had crossed
the bridge and turned into the path
leading upward to the lake plateau.
A ways observant, he noticed that tli3
creek was steadily rising.
"The rain must have flushed the lake
considerably," he thought, stopping
o:.co to inspect a tangled mat of drift
whirling past. "Bless me! if that isn't
a lily-pad from the lake's bed. How
ever nnvthing but a hurricane " He
A horrifyiug fear had throttled him
ia the rugged path. The morning was
distinct with joyous ncss. To the car came
the matin symphonies of nature; to the
eye her harmonies of light, color, move
ment. Overhead were flockings of
swelling cumuli white as fresh washed
sheep browsing in a spacious pasturage
of the myosotis bloom.
Whence was the menace of evil?
Wrestling with the Shape in the way,
as Chtiitiau wrestled with Apollyon,
Dwight saw, drifting by, another clump
of lily-pads, tangled with a vine full of
foliage and budding fruit.
'it's a branch of the wild-grape that
climb; the sycamore next the lake's
rim," came to him with the force of as
surance, and casting aside his axe, he
sped up the ascent lie had been leisurely
Reaching the p!ntcau, in the midst of
whose picturcsquencss was embowered
the lake, overhanging the defile like a
Babylonish garden, he saw, almost to
h's el agrir, its hundreds of millims of
cuUc feet of water placidly smiling and
dimpling !n lh : sunshine. The rain had
not Hushed it. Flushed? The lake was
lower than its lowest water -mark!
T!o fear he had shaken oil leaped
'ij on him and tore at his vitals again.
As jiij ;)7.c darted along the embank
ni' iit to the cleft through which the
r ck flowed, hejsaw that tha streim
was not only momentarily eating its way
'''( per into the rim, but that, here and
' here, the embankment showed fissures,
J." lioating an extended dislodgmcnt o.
the natural supports of the lake 1 asi:i.
A practical engineer himself, jjXwfgiU
Imd always entertained n doubt; oi
stability of that freak of naturctu
disproportionate fountain head of Otts r
Creek. Some day, In had thought, th
i ay-fish, the otters, the thawing an .
the freezing would do their work ai-'.
then would come tflc' drainage of t'
great basin. V
Butt :in ins day! Oh, no! N t
wheirheliad just builded a home fci
J iV'k.aRd the black-eyed Tottie i ig'.t
i'ttie shadov of the s iperincumbc.i
l,hi;D,9t the valley below wa
astir with the whirr of mills, the step
ping of busy feet along its ways of pleas
antness and peace.
But it had coma in his day! As he
stood staring, a fissure widened and a
bold stream shot forth. At the sight he
turned and fled down the path. t Nat
urally, his first impulse was to fly with
the warning to his wife and child jsurely
no man could hold him blamable if he
should bear these first to a place of
Yet the path by the ridge was not the
direct one to the factory settlements.
Should he turn aside, there were hun
dreds of lives further down to be put in
peril. "When Jonah was sent to Nine
veh what had been counted for him in
the scale against the salvation of a city
of people? What if the lives of Janet
and the child were more to him than
the lives of the scores of neighbors and
friends for whom God had commissioned
him to make this sacrifice?
"Is the servant better than his Lord
that he should refuse to pay the price
demanded for the ransom of the many?"
The words were thought rather than
spoken as he dashed past his home.
Every muscle he was straining to the
utmost, but there were those about the
mills who, marking his frantic gestures,
came running to learn of him what they
"The lake, the lake! Fly, fly!" was
the half articulate cry they caught from
A wave of his hand toward the creek
filling the mill wheels interpreted the
direful cry. From mouth to mouth it
flew. There was a hurrying to and fro,
and a gathering of treasures in hot haste.
Messengers of warning galloped along
the doomed valley. The weak, the old,
were seen climbing the heights.
Dwight's sacrifice had not been vain;
but, his duty done, he had turned back
to see if, haply, he might yet save his
own treasures. The torrent was leaping
against, and tearing at tho abutments of
the bridge as he reeled across it, and
with spent strength climbed the path to
the cottage. Through the door he had
a glimpse of Janet with the child cra
dled in her arms, and above the roar of
the torrent he could hear the mother
crooning her lullaby.
443Iax, Max! Oh my dear, what is
it?"' He lay across the threshold ex
hausted. She stepped past him to the
porch. Below the cliff the Otter was
pounding the bridge's supports. She
had seen the stream as high once be
fore, though. "What was it Max feared?
A sound reached her as she waited.
The detonation, sharply distinct, came
from a distance, but was immediately
followed by a horrible crunching and
grinding, producing a quivering in the
tether about her. In the same instant,
almost, she beheld, far up the Divide, a
white wall rise up from earth to heaven ;
it was as a cliff s escarpment, scooped
and bowed over, and, ponderous as it
appeared, it was bearing down the gap
at terrific speed. Janet's :acc blanche 1,
but it was a brave smile she gave her
husband as she lifted him into the
room, and closed tin door.
"I know what it i Max," she whis
pered as she sat down by him, with the
child in her arm and tenderly raised
his head to her lap; "it will not be hard
for us to brave death together."
The roar stupefied their senses; the
ridge shook to it foundations; the
house quivered like an aspen, as a tor
rent descended upon it, and a pool of
water, churned to a froth, gathered
about the group. They sat still, unheed
ing. "What time the work of destruc
tion wa wrought they knew not. Max
crept to the door presently, but as he
looked out he uttered a cry, and turned
back to Janet. She hurried to him,
and this was what they saw: a sheer
precipice dropping from their door into
the turbulent waste of waters boiling
along the length and breadth of the
lately smiling landscape of the Divide.
"The bridge is gone, r.d with it the
ridge has been clean shaven away up to
our very threshold, Janet, said Mas,
44 Yc, the waves and billows of
destruction havj gone over us," she
cried with thanksgiving of heart. "But
oh, Max, what of the poor people at the
mills and in the villages?"
He told her, shivering,- how he had
gone to them, leaving her and the little
one to perish. She stood for a moment
"You would have perished with us at
the last, though, my Max," she said,
her hands in his, 'fonly God in his
goodness has left us to each other. Let
us accept His loving kindness as tho re
ward Jrf your duty faithfully done.
Where pencil Wool Comes From.
-- Jt is notgeaerally known that the
.world's supply of pencil wood is drawn
f irom the gulf coast swamps on both
j ides of Cedar Keys, and that the pro
duct of the mills there is shipped not
nly to New York and New Jersey fac
.ories, but also to Germany and, per
haps, other countries of Europe. The
tidustry gives employment to hundreds
r operatives, white and black, and dis
. urses largj sums of money. That
! lothing may be lost, the sawdust is dis
1 tilled in large retorb, and the oil ex
acted, every ounce of which finch
Origin of Some Leading Euro
Story of the Strring French
Song, "La Marseillaise."
The origin of the British national an
them, says an English paper, has proved
a source of uninterrupted vexation for
many year3 past. There is almost as
much mystery regarding it as there used
to be about the sourca of the Nile. The
common account attributes it to Dr.
Bull, King James L's organist, but it
has also been claimed for Henry Carey,'
the author of "Sally in Our Alley."
Between these two the authorship and
composition almost certainly rest, but it
has been found impossible to decide defi
nitely for the one or the other. The
music of "God Save tho Queen" is tame
and uninteresting, but it agrees well
with the comparatively peaceful, regular
course of events which has marked pub
lic affairs in England for over 200 yeara
Not so is the national anthem of
France. There never Mras a more rous
ing composition than "La Marseillaise."
"The sound of it," says Carlylc, "will
make the blood tingle in men's veins
and whole armies and assemblages will
sing it with eyes weeping and burning,
with hearts defiant of death and des
pot." It had a great share in the first
French revolution, for in a few months
after it was made known everyone was
singing it and the words 4 'To arms !
March!" were resounding in all parts of
France. At every season of disorder
since its strains hive excited the pas
sions of the people, and if immortality
can be predicted for any tune known to
man this is beyond a question the one.
And yet, as the story goes, both words
and music were the production of one
They were composed in 1792 by a
person whom Carlylc calls "an inspired
Tyrtaen colonel," Rouget dc Lisle, who
was still living when Carlyle's "French
Revolution" was first published. The
scene of its birth was Strasburg, and not
Marseillaise, but it was a force of Mar
seillaise which first marched to it, and
hence the title.
The Russian national anthem, "God
Protect the Czar," av.is first performed at
the Grand theatre, Moscow, in Decem
ber, 1833. Previous to this there had
been no national hymn in Russia, and
the czars usually contented themselves
with our " Go I Save the King." The
composer was Col. M. Lwoff, and in re
turn for the composition the Czar
Nicholas presented him with a gold
snuff box, set with diamonds. The
music is distinctly national, but the
words, as every one know.?, are any
thing but the actual prayer of the
Russian people; " God Save the Cz u !
Mighty autocrat! Reign for our glory,"
etc. It is, properly speaking, an official
hymn, and is unknown to the vast ma
jority of Russians.
The Austrian national anthem is well
known in England from its use as a
hymn tune. It was composed by Haydn,
and performed for the first time at the
celebration of the birthday of the Em
peror Franz at Vienna in 1707. The
lovely air is thoroughly German, and
found therefore already acceptance in
the hearts of the people. Haydn him
self was very foul of it. He used it in
the variations in one of his quartets, and
when he was dying he insisted on being
taken from bed to the piano, when he
played the air three times over very
solemnly in the presence of his weeping
The Danish national anthem is not un
like the "Rule Britannia." It was com
posed by a German named Hartmann,
about the year 1770. The "Sicilian
Mariner's Hymn," though it can hardly
be called a national anthem, is a favor
ite air with the gondoliers of Venice,
who sing it frequently.
Japanese Cats and Dogs.
Some of the animals of Japan are
quite different from the same species
which are seen in America. The cats,
for instance, have thj shortest kinds of
tails or else none at all. Being de
prived of this usual plaything, the are
very solemn pussies. An American once
took one of these tailless cats to San
Francisco as a curiosity, and it utterly
refused companionship with the long
tailed specimens there; but, finding a
cat whose tail had been cut off by acci
dent, the two bee sme friendly at once.
Japanese dogs are almost destitute of
noses, having the nostrils set directly in
the head. The smaller the nose, the
more valuable the breed.
Papa Gave His Consent.
"You say that you love young George
Sampson," said a Chicago father to his
4 'Yes, papa."
"And George Sampson loves you?'
"Has he sufficient means to support
you in your present style of living?"
"Yes, papa; h-j's worth dollars
where you are worth buttons."
So the old gentleman gave hi3 con
CHATHAM CO., N. C,
In My Pocket.
Yes, I have it in my pocket,
But nobody put it there.
K you take it from my pocket
It will not be anywhere.
Curious thing this In my pocket.
Something add, it's smaller still,
Yet you can, by adding nothing.
Make it larger, if you wilL
Funny thing this in my pocket,
Holding there its given space,
If you like, a second something
Easily fills the self-same place.
This queer thing within my pocket
(Don't tell any living soul,
It's a great, a wondrous secret),
This strange thing is just a hole.
Harper's Yojmg People.
A Doj With a Conscience,
I have a little silver-mounted Malacci
cane that I sometimes cairy when walk
ing out with the dogs. This stici
Smith is never allowed to carry, as hii
teeth would leave too many traces be
hind ; and his most eloquent pleadings
to have it 44 just once' are always met
with a steady denial. One day I had
accidentally left thi3 cane lying upor
the lawn, and I saw from an upper win
dow a struggle of Smith's conscicnci
over his wishes that really did him
the greatest credit. As he was playing
about the lawn by himself he suddenly
came unawares upon the long-covetec
treasure. He stopped and stared at ii
eagerly, and then h3 looked carcfullj
around him. I was hidden behind
the window curtain, and there was
nobdy in sight. Then began th
battle with himself. He looked ai
the stick; he smeltcarefully all the waj
along; he drew back a little to gaze a1
it, and licked his lips with the delighl
of anticipation. Then he approached
and smelt it once more, and it secmcc
just as if he must take it and pull it tc
pirc: s, as he loves to do. But all of i
sudden his better nature came to his aid.
He turned his back upon temptatior
and sat down with his head the othei
way, guarding the treasure till hi3 mis
tress should claim it, but not touching
himself what he knew ho was not al
lowed to have. This may seem a small
victory to those who do not know
Smith's passion for a stick, but such o:
his friends who are aware of this trail
will appreciate his self-restraint. Cas
Bruin and the Bees.
Bears are like human beings inrespec1
to their love for honey. Their deligh:
at finding a colony of the small insects
in the hollow trunk of a tree is no less
than that of the Indians, althougl
frequently they do not fare so well as
the latter in their efforts to appropriat(
tho sweets. Th.-ir clumsiness and un
controlled desires occasionally lead then
into a trap, from which they escap
with difficulty, and sometimes not at all
When a hive cf bee3 is discovered by om
cf the shaggy monsters', th? question ol
reaching the honey as soon as possiblt
absorbs every other consideration. The
tree is surveyed frcm d iff rent stand
points, from the ground and from the
branches, until the scent of the honej
has roused all thi latent passions of the
hungry beast. Then, if an ordinary holt
can be discovered in the tree trunk,
Bruin begins to work his way into it,
unmin 1 fill alike of the consequences ol
his rash act and tho wild hummings of
the bees. The thought of the reward
waiting for him as foou as the honey
comb is re iched urges hiui on, and hi;
body is soon squeezed down to half its
original size. The rotten interior of tlu
tree is torn to shreds by ths sharp claws
of the frenzied bea;t, and a large pis
sageway is made for his body. When
half in the tree he manages to reacl
the cosy home of the little bees, where
a desperate fight begins. The little in
sects fly into his f ace and sting him re
peatedly, but do not drive him away.
Buzzing into his shaggy coat they soon
get their legs and w ings so entangled
that they are unable to escape, until the
stolen honey is smeare i over them, and
they become inextricably imprisoned.
The process of eating the honey aftei
it is reached is very simple and easy foi
Bruin. He merely scoop3 it up into his
paws and crams in into his mouth as
rapidly as his digestive organs will per
mit. After glutting himself thoroughly,
he then begins to feel for the first time
the uncomfortablencss of his cramped
position. Probably the amount of honey
which he has swallowed has something
to do in making the hollow of the tree
seem smaller than he imagined ; at any
rate, he findj on trying to back
out that he cannot move with
out causing himself pain. A
stifling sensation comes over him and he
begins to struggle desperately, like a
smoothered man. The result of these
violent struggles ends differently in
different cases. Sometimes Bruin es
capes without other injuries than a few
scratches ; but occasionally he finds a
living tomb in the tree, and he pays for
his stolen sweets with his own life.
Hunters have found the carcasses of
bears quite frequently thus imprisoned
in the hollow trunks of trees where they
have been feasting on the honey. The
bees are in this way sometimes revenged
on their enemi; s for the destruction of
their dearly bought homes. Inde
JANUARY 5, 1888.
The Experience of a Confederate j
Soldier in the War.
How a Federal's Deadly Rifle
was Finally Silenced. .
In passing in and out of the lines as a
scout, writes an ex-Confederate soldier
in the Detroit Free Press, I saw more or
less of tho sharpshooters of both armies,
and was twice wounded from Federal
rifle-pits, but the closest and best shoot
ing of the sort I ever saw was around
At points around Petersburg, where
the lines of earthworks were only pistol
shot apart, the sharpshooter plied his
rifle night and day, and they became a
living terror to both sides. I was for
two week3 in the Confederate works,
opposite Giant's Fort Hell, and al
though tons upon tons of Federal shot
and shell were hurled at us, we
lost more men by the bullet of
the sharpshooters than by all
cannonading. In the Confederate
works, just above the fort which Butler
blew up and which has since been known
as the Crater, the most effective cinnon
was silenced for two days by a Federal
sharpshooter who ensconced himself
only a stone's throw away. I do not
know that the one man held the place
for two nights and two days, but we
judged so from the style of firing, and
because when we were finally rid of him
no one else took his place. He crept
out from the Federal line in a dark and
rainy night, dug a rifle pit, banked up
the dirt around it, and killed two of our
men between daylight and sunrise. He
had a sixtecn-shooter rifle, and he gave
all his attention to one embrasure in the
fort and before noon the piece of artil
lery at that embrasure was silenced.
A round dozen Confederate sharp
shooters were detailed to kill the fellow
off, but he would not be killed. The
dirt was knocked about his ears in per
fect clouds by bullets, and now and
then a piece of filled artillery sent a
shell plowing along over him, but he
was there to stay. When night came
we intended (o creep out and kill or
make him a prisoner, but lo! a who'e
company was brought up and stationed
in the ravine just behind him, where
their fire would sweep the field around
his pit, and we had to turn to some
other plan. He was there in the morn
ing, and he killed one man an i wounded
a second before 8 o' clock. Three pieces of
light artillery played on his pit until
the guns had fired a dozen shells each,
but he was unharmed. It was plain
that he had dug his pit so deep and
narrow that everything from our side
must pass over it, and it was certain
that we must try some other plan. Had
he been without close support three or
four men could have solved the problem
pretty quick, lut there were sharp
shooters by the hundreds in his rear, and
that rear so close that not a hat could
show above our works without beinar
made the target of a dozen bullets.
By noon of the second day we had
had four men killed and five wounded
by the one Yankee sharpshooter, and
tne uoionei commanding iiaa oiierea a
$20 gold piece to anyone who would
finish him off. He might have made it
$20,000 for all we cou'.d do, as every
body had cudgelled his brains in vain
for a plan. It was about 5 o'clock in
the afternoon that a corporal belonging
to some fie'd artillery stationed a mile
or so above us on the lines came down
to see a relative of us, and when the sit
uation had been explained to him and
he had looked over the ground he said:
4 'Give me an hour's time and I'll have
him out and win that gold piece."
He returned to his command and
secured half a dozen small fuse-shells
belonging to a mountain howitzer which
was then in park as of no account.
When they were brought up he made a
sling from the leather of a boot-leg and
two stout cards .and then gathered a
dozen small stones to practice with.
While he flung these stone3 one of the
men timed their fall, and in this way
he knew how to cut the fuses. The
fifth rock, flung high in the
air on a curve, as a mortar
would throw it, fell so close to the
sharpshooter's pit that the corporal was
satisfied. He then cut his fuses and began
throwing lighted shell. Tho weight of
them was ab:ut thirteen ounces, and
while they did not fly as high as the
rocks, the curve was the same. We were
all satisfied as to what the result would
be. The fourth shell dropped square
into the pit and exploded as it struck,
and in the c'.ou 1 of dirt blown out was
the sharpshooter's cap, the stock of his
rifle and his canteen. Not another shot
was fired from the pit, nor did any Fed
eral dare occupy it again.
The Way of the World.
The rich woman worries herself over
the subject of what she will wear at
dinner her mauve silk or her garnet
satin. The poor woman worries herself
over the subject of what she'll make for
dinncr--bean soup or codfish balls. And
thus the world goes on while we. vainly
strain ur eyes look:ng for the coming
of the millenium. B stoa Courier,
Fish-Lines From Butterflies.
The boys in China, as well as the boys
in America, have their favorite sports
and pastimes. - The -fishing lines used in
this country arc of twine, but in China J
they are the product of a moth. Adelc
M. Field, of Swatow, China, writes to
the Swiss Cross:
In some of the Chinese shops there
are sold, for about one cent each, little
coils of translucent, yellowish thread,
from five to ten feet long. When old
and dry they are rather brittle, but
when they have been soaked for ten
minutes in warm water in which rice
has been boiled they toughen and will
bear the strain of a four or five -pound
weight. They are used as fishing-lines,
and are reckoned the best for creek or
coast. They are unwittingly supplied
to the fishermen by a butterfly.
The large and beautiful Atlas moth,
with pink stripes and six glowing cres
cents on its brown wings, flits about
and lays its eggs on the tallow trees.
The eggs hatch in the sunshine, the tiny
caterpillars come out and feed on the
fresh leaves, and grow to be four inches
long and an inch thick. They are of a
bright pale green color, with a horny
black head and jaws, and with eight
pairs of legs. The six legs on the
thorax are jointed, and each ends in a
claw, while the other five pairs of leg3
are telescopical and end in discs sur
rounded by minute hooks. The cater
pillars crawl, back downward, along
the leaf stems, and devoir a leaf in a
When they are fullgrown and ready
to spin the c cions in which they
would wrap themselves and change into
butterflies, the Chinese boys pounce upon
them, slit them across the back and
draw out the two spinning glandi
which lie looped along each side of the
body cavity close under the skin. These
glands, when extended, are about three
feet long and one-tenth of an inch thick,
dwindling to two fine threads that unite
near an orifice under the mouth, where
the silk is spun out. They are full of
the clear viscid substance that would be
spun into the cocoon.
After being drawn out whole, through
the slit in the back, the glands are
dropped into vinegar to remove their
outer coating and arc then stretched to
double or treble their usual length.
When dry they form the fish lines sold
in the shops.
Dairy schools appear to have become
quite popular in Europe. They have
not been tried in this country, and may
not succeed as well here. But, as we
recently stated, Lawson Valentine has
started a dairy school on the Houghton
farm. It is announced that a number of
students have entered the school, and
quite strong hopes arc entertained of its
practical success. We shall watch with
interest for the results. There is need
enough for proper instruction in dairy
ing among the farmers generally. As a
rule, the smaller farmers, who carry
surplus butter to the village stores,
are the most in need of infor
mation how to turn out better
goods. They are probably also the
most destitute of proper facilities for
successful butter making. Bnt it re
mains to be seen how far this class can
be reached through the establishment o
dairy schools. They arc the ones most
ben -fitted by tho creamery, and other
forms of associited dairying. If their
sons and daughters can be induced to
take instructions in dairy schools or
creameries, it will not only improve the
quality of farm butter, but add consid
erably to the farmers' incomes. There
is no reason, but ignorance, why poor
butter should be made. It is just as
easy, and osts no more t make good
butter. Prairie Farmer.
Story of a Hospital Quilt
An old Boston lawyer tells the fol
lowing story: "One of my neighbors
is an architect, till, dirk, handsome.
and a little more than middle-aged. His
wife is a charminsr woman, fair and
beautiful. The hash vx I w is a private
in a Massachusetts regiment during tne
rebellion. He was desperately wounded
inan engagement, and forsevcral months
afterwards was an inmate of a hospital.
Upon the cot which he occupied
was a quilt with the nam-is of thir
teen girls embroidered on the edge
together with that of the North
ern city from which it hid been
tent. When the piticnt grew well
enough he wrote a letter to eaci of the
thirteen misses, thanking them for the
quilt and telling them the story of his
illness. He received kind replies from
all of them. One of those letters in
terested him particularly, and he Jcept
up a correspondence with the writer
for some months. On his return to the
North he called upon her, and before
another year passed they were married.
Although twenty years have gone by
since their wedding, they are still the
handsomest couple I ever saw. --Chicago
1 Grandpa, n inquired Johnny Bliss,
must everybody die?"
"Yes, my child, everyone in this
vorld must die when his time comes."
"WeU" lonff-psuse "what Id like
to know is, who'll bury the hut maul'1
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What I Lire For.
I live for those who love me,
For those I know are true,
For the heaven that smiles above me,
And awaits my spirit too ;
For all human ties that bind me,
For the task by God flssned me,
For the bright hopes left behind mo, -
And the good that I can do.
. I live to learn their story
Who've suffer'd for my sake
To emulate their glory,
And follow in their wake; .
Bards, martyrs, patriots, sages,
The noble of all ages, ' -, . , .
Whose deeds crowd history's pages.
And Time's great volume make.
I live to hail the season,
By gifted minds foretold,
When men shall live by reason,
And not alone by gold:
When man to man united,
And every wrong thing righted,
The whole world shall be lighted.
As Eden was of old.
I live to hold communion
With all that is divine,
To feel there is a union,
'Twixt nature's heart and mint.
To profit by affliction,
Reap truth from fields of fiction,
Grow wiser from conviction,
And fulfill each great design.
I live for those who love me
For those who know me true
For the heaven that smiles above me,
And awaits my spirit too,
For the wrong that needs resistance,
For the cause that lacks assistance.
For the future in the distance,
And the good that I can do.
G. Linnaeus Banks.
The aeronaut's business, it seems, is
Men who must draw the line some
A dog rarely points a moral, but he
frequently adorns a tale.
The successful lover thinks he is get
ting ahead when he is getting a heart.
A good mattress is worth 900 per cent,
more at seven a. m. than it is at seven
Fashior . for males don't change much,
still the.o is always a new wrinkle in
4 Til take your part," as the dog said
when he robbed the cat of her portion
of the dinner.
There is an athletic club in Indiana
composed entirely of grocers. They arc
A man with a heart in the right placo
is more of a curiosity than a man with
a heart in the left place.
It always bothers a Frenchman who is
learning English to read one day '-hat
a murder has been committed, and the
next daythat the murderer has been
"You must take great pains to keep
out of draughts," said a doctor to a pa
tient. "Take great pains? I've got all
the pains now I can exist under. I can
keep out of draughts - without taking
anymore pains, was the painful reply.
Pickles and Sauces.
4 4 The use of foreign pickles and
sauces in this country is very small now.
American products have taken their
This wTas the reply of a wholesale New
York grocer to a question from a Mail
a d Express reporter. The reporter
4 Has the fame of the foreign goods
"Not exactly; but tho American
pickle3 are fully equal to th cm, and,
what is of more importance to consum
ers, they are much cheaper. You will
remember that at one time no pickle
was thought worth eating unless it bore
the stamp, of a certain firm iu London.
The same may be said of sauces. But
this is all changed. No on3 thinks of
asking for the London concern's pickles
now in any ordinary grocery store, and
if anyone should it wou'd be almost im
possible to get them. The American
bottle pickles arc fr m thirty-three to
fifty per cent, cheaper to the jobbing
trade, and therefore can be sold at a
lower price to the consumer."
"Where are the pickles prepared?"
"They arc grown and piclcled ia this
State. AtMoatro3c, N. Y, there is a
pickle factory nearly a block in extent.
They are put up in quantities to suit
both family and hotel use. "
"What about the sauces?"
"The old English sauces arc no longer
on the price lists of large grocery stores,
as a better kind can be supplied at from
40 to 50 per cent, cheaper. That th
latter gives satisfaction is shown by the
fact that it has superseded the foreign
among the wholesale trade and jobbers,
besides which the old prejudices against
anything American has died out. If the
article be equally good, and can be had
cheaper, it will command the trade,"
The Deadly Centipede.
A centipede and a tarantula which
were found in a bunch of bananas at
Sacramento were placed in a glass jar
together to see what the result would
be. They commenced fighting immedi
ately. After a severe struggle the cen
tipede killed "his antagonist. A mouse
was then placed in the jar and rolled
over dead after one bite from the centi-