The Charlotte Messenger. \OL. HI- NO. 43 THE Charlotte Messenger IS PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY, ▲T CHARLOTTE, N. C. In the Interests of the Colored People of the Country. Able and well-known writers will contrib ute to its columns from different parts of the country, and it will contain the latest Gen eral News of the day. Tus Messenoeb Is a first-class newspaper and will not allow personal abuse in its col umns. It is not sectarian or partisan, but independent—dealing fairly by all. It re serves the right to criticise the shortcomings of all public officials—commending the worthy, and recommending for election such men as m its opinion are best suited to serve the interests of the people. It is intended to supply tho long felt need of a newspaper to advocate the rights and defend the interests of the Negro-American, especially in the Piedmont section of the Carolines. SUBSCRIPTIONS: (Always in Advance.) One Year *1 jja H Months I^oo 6 Months '75 4 Months 50 3 Months 40 Address, W C. SMITH, CHARLOTTE, N. C. GAMBLER'S GEMS. Wliy Ivory Sp.cul.tor. luvc.t Their Cuh In Stone*. “Gamblers are among the best cus tomers we have,” said a well-known diamond-broker yesterday. “They buy hotter ttonos than most pooplc, and pay better pricos. You soo,” he con tinued, “they buy only when flush, and then a thoroughbred speculator in ivories will not stop at a few hundred dollars." "Why is it that gamblers are so fond of diamonds?” “Well, there are many reasons, why gamblers buy diamonds, was the response. "You seo," he con tinued, “ whenever a man fcele like a four-time winner he puts what money ho can into good stones. Those he knows have a permanent value, and can be turned into ready cash with greater facility than any other of his chattels. If he puts his money into real estate and wishes to dispose of the latter, days must elapse before a sale can be made and the title searched. Horses and carriages are liable to in jury and a depreciation in value, but with diamonds it is different. Should a man make a loser playing bauk he can obtain ready cash at a few hours' notice by selling or ‘soaking’ his gems. It is the work of a few minutes to test a stone, and the 'gam.' soon has money in his pocket. “Then, too, it must bo remembered the class of men of which we speak generally have no settled habitation. They migrate from place to place. In moving about they can carry their diamonds, and are thus ready for any emergency. They could not carry houses and lots. Then, again, thoy are, as a rule, men who like to appear wealthy, and diamonds, it muat he con fessed, do give a man the appearanco of affluence." “Who that you know has the most valuable diamond?” was asked of Mr. E. M. Gattle, who was seen in his office under the Coleman house. “I think that Sheedy has,” was the reply. “Mr. .Sheedy has a great deal ot money invested in diamonds, many of which are large and remarkable for their parity. Some time ago he bought two and had them set in gold bands for bracelets for his wife. Each atone weighed carats, and the pair cost over $5,000. He also purchased a pair of aolitaire ear-rings for Mrs. Sheedy that cost $1,500. He has a 6 j -carat stone that he values at 97,500. Gua Abel has a fine large stone set in a ring that is valued at more than 91,000. Davy Johnson has one weighing nearly two carats in a ring in a gypsy setting. I.arry O’Brien has a cluster scarf-pm worth 9600 and a ring valued at the same. Matt Corbitt, who went to Hew Orleans with Pat Sheedy, wears 93,000 worth of first-water gems. A1 Smith has several very fine diamonds. Ned Jones wean a handsome old mine stone in a heavy gold ring. Henry Morrison has an odd and valuable diamond-set locket Marty Malone has several tine Sems set in rings and scarf-pins. Bud jrby has a large single stone in a scarf-pin that always secures Bud a position as hotel clerk when his usual vocation la dull. Bam Emery and George Brotberton tup over from Philadelphia occasionally, and some times lend the railroad company their scarf-pins for locomotive headlights. Johnnie Condon leads Chicago Sports in the diamond line. Johnnie is worth 11,000,000, and baa many thousands invested in diamonds, as baa also “Fanon" Davies. Bidge Levien has a large diamond set in a ring, and it never fails to at tract attention. Little Charlea Davie sports a fine cluster ecarf-pin, as does Pete Delacy. The latter has also n handsome diamond ring. Pete Dawney has two gems of the purest ray serene, and John Daly wears a handsome aolitaire scarf-pin. “Look at these," and Mr. Gattle drew from a secret pocket a package of unset diautonds ranking in size from half a caratl to a carat and n half. These will notm sold for some time. The action ol\the authorities in sur pressing gambling has had a bad effect on business of mil kinds in this part of the city.' I —Aye York World. Os tlie ■• 800 working women fa Hew York the Ihlehast average earning »97a wotkf Numbers earn but 95 s week. Thoulandi are unable, with •liteen hourarhrork every day. to reach the lower aiLaab 7 1 “Not Stranger* There." To whom would heaven* doors so froelj open I m As to a little child. "Tm jmud* with timid feet upon lit Urea Lovely and undented! An such an one, of Ist*, was lowly Irina, 1 v With fast reoedlnr breath; I Over her fkoe the first, last shadow (alllor , She was amid of death. I Her loved ones said. “Oh, do not fear to estas ■ That land, so wide and fair." To all their words of cheer she could hut an* swer. “I do not know them there!" Busmen as she spoke, her hands were In sudden, sweet surnrlee; And the lallecatoo of eome dawning splendor Plumed her wondering eyes No longer oHngtng to her tender watoher*. _ , And darkened by their woe. She looked aa If the saw some loved one beckon. And was la haste to go. What the beheld we saw not. and her rapture _ . , Our hearts not yet might share. But with a last, bright amile she whispered | “ihey are not stranger* there!" —Francis L. Maas. —ai^—— WAS IT DOROTHY? “Now, Uncle Buttonball, I think ! you are foolishly prejudiced about it.” 1 Mr. Benedict Buttonball. commonly called “Uncle Ben,” shook his head at Frank Worrall’s levity. “Maybe I am.” said he, “but we're not to blame for our convictions. I can’t help mine, anyhow. And I couldn’t any more marry in the faoe of my promise to Hephsibah than I could 1 —join the Mormons!” j “Paulina Pepper is a pretty girl,” : said Frank, “and a good girl, too. Al , though not young.” “If she was she wouldn't be suitable to me!” said Mr. Buttonball. “I don't j deny that it’s all true enough, what j you say. But you perceive, 1 am the victim of circumstances. ’’ “Circumstances be hanged!" ejacu lated Frank Worrall, losing his temper at last and banging the door behind him, as he hurried out of the room. Mr. Buttonball again shook his head, took his silver spectacles out of their case, and unfolded the newspaper. "Polly Pepper would make a nice wife,” he thought to himself. “As plump and round and fresh-colored as a September peach, or a cabbage rose; and a woman, too, that thoroughly un derstands housekeeping. I almost wish I hadn't promised my dear departed Hephsibah never to marry again! But it's all past and over and it can’t be un done, - more’s the pity!” “Isn't he a fool!” said Dorothy Mar tin. “And is he really so superstitious about breaking the promise that that unreasonable virago of a wife exacted from him?" “Unquestionably he is,” said Frank Worrall. “I suppose he actually be lieves that my Aunt Hephsibah would haunt him, if he married again, with out her express permission. For a man of ordinary intelligence, Undo Button ball is superstitious.” “How?” questioned Dorothy. “Oh, he sees winding sheets in the candle, believes there will be a death in the family if a dog chancea to howl under the window and would sooner cut off his right hand than begin hay ing or go on a journey of a At Jay.” “Frank!” hesitatingly began Doro thy. “Well!” "What sort of a woman was your Aunt Hephsibah? You know I ne.er taw her. She died before I came to Hopton to live.” “A little, fat woman, with spectacles and a brown foro-top, who always wore brown gingham and talked through her nose. I forgot, though—she oaJ • monstrosity of a tap, with a frill two inches wide all around It, and a cole*- sal bow of snuff-colored ribbon perched on the very top—a guy ot a cap, only fit for a scarecrow.” "Not at all like Paulina Pepper,” said Dorothy. “And Pauliua really likes Mr. Buttonball—and she needs a home, poor thing. Not to spoak of Mr. Buttonball’s evident admiration for Paulina. It would certainly be a match If ’’ “If it wasn’t for tho departed saint in snuff-colored ribbons,” said Frank, with an irreverent imitation of his Uncle Buttonball'* peculiar intonation when speaking of hit deceased wife. “Poer Paulina!" said Dorothr. ••And poor Uncle Buttonball,'’ echo ed Frank Worrall. “Upon the whole, darling, it looks like a hard case.” • • • • • “Past eleven o'clock,” said Uncle Buttonball, looking up at the clock over the rims of the silver spectacles. “Well, I hadn't an idea it was so late. And snowing and blowing tike all pos sessed, and the wind howling down the chimney fit to set a man's teeth on edge. Just such a night as poor Hephsibah died four years ago, and— bless me,” with a slight cold shiver down his spinal column, “if it ain't the 39th of November—the identical anniversary of the sad event Poor Hephsy,” folding his hands and look ing thoughtfully into the fire; “I hope ebe's happy in the oilier world. She never took much comfort in this, what with files and dust and poor kitchen help.” And then Mr. Buttonball fell into a dote or a reverie—he never could be quite certain which —from which he was aroused by (be old kitchen clock striking twelve. “Midnight! Jt ain't poaalbie!" cried Mr. .Buttonball, chilly, uncomfortable, and superstitious. “Apd the fire e’en CHARLOTTE. N C. SATURDAY, MAY 14. 1887. a-most out. T guess I'll rase nup ana go to bed." But as he rose with a sort of rheu matic stiffness from his chair the door leading hum the buttery creaked slightly, a slow, heavy footstep sounded on the floor, and looking around with startled and dilated eyes, Mr. Button ball beheld—the departed Hephsibah. "Benedict!” spoke out the quiver ing and nasal voice. “Benedict! Bene dict!" (It was always so. Uncle Buttonball remembered, in all well-authenticated ghost stories, the summons was dis tinctly enunciated three times.) “W—w—well, my dear," stuttered Mr. Buttonball, holding tight to the arms of his chair lest his teeth should chatter him off from it. “I have brought a message from the other world, Benedict,” solemnly ut tered The Presence. “You want to marry again!" “N—not if you object to it, my dear,” faltered the shaking widower. "I—l—that is—’’ “Peace! Disturb not the voices of a higher sphere." -No, my dear, I won’t," said the aubmissive husband. ••Peaco, Isay!" (Hephsibah’s old way of putting him down, without a loop hole for argument) “and listen, you are absolved from your promise to con tract no* second marriage. You are a free agent. My eyes are opened now to many things, among them the folly of my earthly jealousies. Go, marry whom you will, and my blessing rest upon your bride. The word is spoken, the oracle is closed." Slowly the brown-gingh&med form retreated backward, with gleaming spectacles and uplifted fiuger, through the buttery door, into the back kitchen, while Uncle Buttonball sat staring and transfixed with an agony of supersti tious terror. • . • * * ••He has really asked you to marry him, Paulina?” ••Yes. really," said Paulina Pepper, her blooming face all smiles and dim* pies. “And I’m so glad! Because— there can't be any harm in owning it now Dorothy dear—l did like Mm ever so much!” “He’s a very nice old man—l mean raiddlo-agcd gentleman,” said Dorothy Martin, demurely “But I thought he had determined never to marry again." “Oh, that’s all settled,” cried Paul ina, looking complacently down at the red shine of her garnet engagement ring. “He thinks he has had a vision —that his departed wife appeared to him and released him from his vows.” “Dear me!" said Dorothy. “How very strange!” “Os course the dear fellow must have been asleep and dreaming, though. Don’t you think so?" “Undoubtedly," said Dorothy. “For—what are you laughing at, dear?" Paulina Topper broke off to say. “Nothing, nothing; ouly it seems so ridiculous that in this age of the world people can lx'lVvo. in ghosts!" cried Dorothy, giv! -. yto a hearty peal of laughter, c■ - t-ought up her em broidery auil out of the room. Frank Worrall followed her. “Dorothy,” he said, "it was you!" “What do you mean?" “The ghost." "Prove it if you can!” cried Doro thy, saucily. And that was all she would ever admit.—. Vein York Daily Nines. A Dreadful Contingency. { You may have heard that the south ern country i> lamming. They’ve got taro banks ami saloons, and erdoks, and cable cars, ami real-estate agents, and subscription lists, and Marcus Meyer, and other evidences of civiliza tion. And I’m told it isn’t San Fran ciseo capital that is doing it, either. In fact, it is undeniable that the new settlers despise us to some extent, and are already beginning to dream ot making the Golden Gate the extreme entrance to Los Angeles. Those are eastern people with mouey. They’ve eome out to settle and to develop tilings and have a good time. A young couple who arrived lately went to a real-estate agent the other day to In quire concerning an investment The latly was apparently as deeply interest ed as tlie gentleman. “I have an elegant piece of property at Pasadena." said he. “Pasadena U tho modern Gordon of Eden." “It'e very pretty, and I’d like to live’ there; but there are so many people there for their health, yon know.” “Consumptives, you mean. Yes; but there ere tick people everywhere." “Yes, but consumption requires a great deal of pure air, I am told, and I'm afraid the consumptive* will use up all the good air, and we’ll get aiok."— Stm Francisco Chronicle. The English postoffico authorities have introduced the tricycle into the parcels post service. Two of there machines, each capable of carrying 300 pounds, run between Waterloo and Croydon, about twelve miles, end be-i tween London Bridge and Woolwich., Two journeys are performed by each carrier in a day. Formerly the same | work was performed bye van and two horses, and the new system is therefore a considerable saving. The postofflee tricycle consists of three parts, a semi circular dome tor long parcels, a body for heavier goods and a well for tighter goods. Each portion Is separately j locked. The whole is pointed red, and j is marked with the letters V. R. / t, , * WIT AM) HUMOR. The most attractive thing about a toboggan is a pretty girl.— PiUsburg Dispatch. Even misfortune has its blessing*— to the other fellow who profits by your ill-luck.— Somerville (Mass.) Journal. "I wouldn’t be a fool, if I were you," said Jones to a friend. “If you were me you wouldn’t be a fool," was the reply Judge. In tho matter ot the New England codfish, we do not want to fight; but, by jingo, if we do, we’ve got the—by the way, what have we got?— St. Louis Republican. There’s the land-slide, the snow •tide, and the toboggan-slide; but the slide that has the money in it is the slide of the bad cashier into Canada.— Philadelphia Item. A German inventor has devised a machine for deadening the sound of the piano. Next to a machine for deaden ing pianists this is a splendid discovery. San Francisco Examiner. A petrified Indian has been exhumed in Arizona. The savage is supposed to have been petrified with astonish ment on discovering an honest Indian agent— San Francisco News-Letter. The largest diamond known is that ot the Kajah of Mattan, In Borneo, it is not -stated whether Mr. Bajah is a summer-resort hotel clerk or an end man in a minstrel troupe.—Norris town Herald. If you have ever noticed the men who occupy the front seats at the thea ters you must have remarked how much more polite they are than the ladies. They do not even wear any hair.—Bur lington Free Press. “Ma,” anxiously inquired a small boy, “is a tapestry like a turkey?" “Why, bless you, no! What put that into your head?" “Well, it says some thing here about a Gobelin tapestry, anyway."— New Haven News. Gotham matron “Why, Lydia, didn’t you go to the cooking-school, as you intended?” “Yes, ma, but there was no session; the lecturess is sick.” “I am very sorry. What is the mat ter?” "Dyspepsia."— Tid-Bits. “A man can get nothing without labor," said a woman to a tramp who declined to saw some wood in exchange for a dinner. “I know better than that,” he replied as he turned away; “he can get hungry.” —Boston Courier. “The lips that taste liquor shall never kiss mine.” Girls are now con fronted- by another society whose mot to is: “The lips that kiss poodles shall never kiss mine,” and they say that poodle dogs are not as popular as they were once.— Danville Breeze. Reporter—l have just brought a lovely theatrical scandal, full of the most revolting details. Editor—Good! Run It leaded, head it “Too Sickening for Publication,” and give instructions to the printers to run off 20,000 extra copies London Topical Timce. As an instance of the remarkable cheapness of Chinese labor we note that, in Chinese courts of justice wit nesses can be hired at 10 cents apiece to testify on either side of the question at issue, or on both sides at 15 cents. Burlington Free Prtse. “Orlando, I didn’t see you with Miss Brawn at the concert last night.” “No, Percy, I’m not calling on her any more. I can’t until she retracts what she said the other week.” “Ah—what did she say?" “Well, she said I needn't call any more."— Harper's Bazar. At the 50-cent table d'hfite—Guest (who has been elegantly served with almost nothing)—Now, waiter, that I have struggled throng'll eleven courses of tut glass, silver, uml air I begin to feel hungry. Bring ine some corned beef and cabbage and a glass of plain every-day water. — Tid-Bits. It was raining heavily when Parson Surplus Eel, in crossing the street, met a poorly-clad boy whose clothes were soaked. "My dear tittle boy, why don’t you get an umbrella?” said the kind-hearted clergyman. “Since pa has quit going to church, he never brings home any more umbrellas.”— Texas Si/lings. “Uand-painteil coal scuttles have made their appearance in New York.” Very esthetic, no doubt; but when a man goes into a dark cellar with a hand-painted coal scuttle and collides with a post, or bumps his head against a joist, his language is apt to be as lurid and vigorous as if tho scuttle were .simply daubed with coal tar by machinery Norristown Herald. A Yale College paper says that the secular magazines and papers are re moved from the Dwight Hall reading room Saturday. It is supposed the religious weeklies aril substituted in order to give the students an oppor tunity on the Sabbath to read the patent-medicine ailvertisemcnts and the long list of “valuable premiums” .offered to subscribers.— Norristown Herald. Dr. B. Manley tells of a good sister mho expended S3OO In educating a ! young minister, through whose labors tat a year or two 800 souls professed oastveraion, and he Is gathering in entire almost every day. The dear old sister smiles and cries both as she talks alout how glad she Is that ahe put her mouey into a young preacher, and not i nta * Richmond t Nerttd. ■ Mrs. Bagley (sharply)—“Go away, man! I have nothing for you.” Tho man who pulled the beU—“l must have made a mistake. I was told that a beautiful lady lived here, and I was anxious to see her face before I died. If I hare mistaken the house ” Mrs. Bagley—“Don’t go; step inside, sir. It shall never be said that I turned away a starring man.”—Phila delphia Call. Little girl (who is spending tho afternoon with her aunt) —Auntie, mamma said that I was not to ask you for anything to eat. Aunt—Yes, Flos sie, your mamma was quite right. It wouldn’t be polite, you know. Little Girl (contemplatively)—No, itwouldn’t be polite, and perhaps she thought that as I was your guest you would offer me something without asking N. Y. Sun. The ways of the hour at the clubs Crashlcy (entertaining friend at club) —S-s-sh! We can’t go into the smoking-room now. Friend—But I want to smoke, my dear fellow. Crashley—Can't do it now, old man. Yon see, Mr. Titmuss don’t like to be disturbed. He’s our old steward. Saved up his fees and bought the building, and we had to admit him or move out— Tid-Bits. Presiding Judge—So then, you ac knowledge having written this libelous letter? In the whole course of my ex perience I never met with such a con glomerate of vulgar abuso. What have you to say in extennation of your con duct? Prisoner—Well, your Honor, allow me to tell you that it was even ing, and rather dark at the time, so that I could hardly see what I wrote!— Fliegende Blatter. One ot the most eloquent preachers of this city tells a good joke at his own expense as follows: “When I was in Florida last winter I preachod to a ne gro congregation one Sunday, ex cusing myself from saying much on account of my poor health. The col ored minister in his closing prayer ■aid: ‘O, good Lawd, bless our brother L- who has preached to us in his pore, weak way.’ " —New York Tribune. An"exeited English speaker recently perpetrated the bull: “Sir, sbe was man enough to resist Russia,” and another leader said: “The voioe of England, which sounded so clearly at the last general election, would not be lost sight of.” —Paris News. After the clerk bad pulled down ev erything in the store without satisfying his customer, a woman, she asked nim if there was anything else be had not shown her. “Yes, ma’am,” be said, “the cellar; but if you wish it I will havetbat brought up and shown to you.”— Lowell Citizen. “You know I am about to marry Mile. X. Sbe is impossibly ugly, I ad mit, but think of her dowry—6oo.ooo francs. I shall simply wed her with my eves shut.” “Yes, my dear fellow, and you will do well never to open them again.”— French Fun. “Young man,” said tbs stern parent to tho applicant for hi* daughter’s hand, “are you sure you can support a family?” “I-I wasn't in-making any calculations on that,” stammered the young man; “I only want the girl, yon know.”— Pittsburg Dispatch. Ethel (reading)—A brute of a Mem phis man recently enticed a young heir ess into the house of a blind clergyman and at the point ot a pistol compelled her to marry him. Maud (who has been reading the London Court Jour nal)—How delightfully English! It is next to impossible for a man to teach a girl to whistle. When she gets her tips properly puckered she looks so bcwitchingly tempting that he lom his head ana Kisses her, and the conse quence is she doesn’t have a chanoe to blow a note.— Cambridge Chronicle. Mrs. Malonsy’s boy of 4 years wss beating the cat with a rolling-pin. Tears of prids cams into her eyes as she murmured: “Poor dartin'; yon make me remimber yer father that’s dead an’ gone, as he was when be was jist appointed on the foroe.”— Lowell Citizen. Miss Clsra (with a sigh)—Do you know, Mr. Festherly, that for some un known reason I feel very blue to-night? Mr. Featherly (anxious to say the prop er thing, but somewhat ala loss)—Well —er—Miss Clara, bine, yon know, is very becoming to your complexion.— Harper's Bazar. “Reginald, dearest, father has at last told nra that we may be married early in January." “What has changed his mind?” “Some benevolent friend sent him s fashion paper which says that it is no longer In good form for the father to give a check to the bride at the wed ding.”—Boston Record. A machine has been invented which will sew on buttons as fast as seven girls could do the work, bat when It comes to sitting op of a Sunday night with a young man seven machines oan't begin to do the work of one girl Thar* is iio fear of any invention driving the girls out of market.— Detroit Free Frees. A bold, bad boy in Illinois thrust a cou ple of plugs of tobaooo into a big jug of whisky he found in the horse-sheds dur ing a church supper. And the next day the local physicians reported seventeen cases of loe-crsam poisoning, all men, and tbs poor women who made the Ice cream cried their innocent eyes oat about it —Burdette. “Mary Jane Berks!" “Whet ma’am?" "What be yon a-doin’f" -Eatm’ pie, ma'am.” “What be yon it with?" “Knife." "So you bet Now, what have I told eating pie Terns: $1 60 jkt Aonum. Single Copy 5 ceois. (Eat pie np in your Eamf and" eat tifas yon ought to.” — Boston Record. There is a lovely love of a woman liv ing in Newaygo county, Wisconsin. She picked blackberries last tall for market, and so industrious was she on foot and so nimble of finger that returns for her fruit were quite" considerable. What did she do with the money? Bay a jersey and some stockings or a winter hat? Naw. She went to town and “blowed in” the whole business on X fiddle for her husband.— Lincoln ( Neb.) Stale Journal. In a Bob-Tail Car. There was quite a scene on one of the Noble street cars the other day in the persistent refusal of a passenger to put his fare in the box. The driver rang tho bell several times and finally he re marked to the delinquent: “Your fare has not been paid.” “It is ready,” was the rejoinder, "whenever you come to collect it” “But you must put 1 into the box," responded the driver. “I know nothing about any box,” answer ed the gontleman; “the company under its charter is compelled to collect its own fares, and 1 am not going to turn myself iDto a conductor to collect from myselt” “Then off you go,” suggested the driver, and be came back to empha size the threat but abandoned it after sizing up the sturdy build of the defiant passenger. Then be claimed .hat be was not allowed to collect the fares, and the passenger regretted this, as the company would do out his passage money, and in this way the car drifted along to the terminal point The fare was unpaid; neithor was the delinquen passenger thrown off lndianapolis News. Care of tlie Hair. A French hair-dealer says that Ameri cans neglect the proper care of the hair more than any other civilized women. Foreign women of all classes wash and brush thoir hair frequently, but many Americans seem to think they care for it enough to comb it twice daily. It is not an uncommon thing for a woman to come into a hair-dresser's place and say that her scalp has not been washed for a year —sbe was “afraid of taking cold.” This soems incredible, but it is doubtless true. Much of the headache from which these careless people suffer is due to the clogged and unhealthy condition of an unclean scalp. Most of tho falso hair in the trade comes from the convents of Europe. The nuns sell their tresses at regular intervals to ap pointed collectors. AU the cheap switches are made from Chinese or Italian hair, and this is usually any thing but clean. Dealers are not al lowed to buy hair cut from the beads of tho dead. Put Yourself in the Horse’s Place. It is worry and not work that kills. Let every owner of a horso think when he brings bis team to the stable at night how much vital force has been expended in work and how much in worry, and then strike a balance. And, let him consider himself to be put in the horse's place, so that he may bet ter know how it is himself. As thus: A man goes out to work in the morn ing after having all night fought flies of the most pestilent kind, breathed hot, foul air, reeked in the sweat and dust of the previous day's work, eaten a breakfast in haste, without any suf ficient cleansing of his skin, and with boots and clothing ill-fitting and galling the tenderest spots upon his person. He is then, from the filthiness of his body, exposed all day to the venomous attacks of flies, which he fights with hands and feet, but which, from tho exigencies of his work, he can only drive off for the slightest moment, after which a cloud of them settle upon his face and exposed parts and sting him severely. He works on from hour to hour in the broiling sun without water to moist en his mouth or to quench his raging thirst until midday, whon ho rushes borne, swallows a drink of dirty water and hastily eats a dinner in the foulest smelting and worst ventilated part of hiapremises. The afternoon is like the forenoon, and after this has been occupied in the same way, the man, all fonl with gath ered dust and sweat, eats his evening meal as he dined, and lies down to rest (?), if he can, on a filthy floor, in an apartment that is hot, close and swarm ing with flies, which he vainly fights as ha catches an odd wink or so of sleep. And so, again from day to day, ho fights it out on this line all summer. Inen how much of the resulting wear and tear is due to the worry and how little of It to the work? Something like this is the weary con dition of the average farm horse. No note is taken of the cruel lashings, the over-working, the injudicious feeding ' and watering, the torment of check reins, the hindrance of blinders, the bad treatment of the feet by the black smith, and other mistakes which pro duce actual disease, nor of the truly horrible nostrums and poisonous stuff which are made use of as “remedies” for these complaints. Thinking of all these things, who can wonder that the average farm horse, whose useful life is naturally twenty five to thirty years, gets into a hole in the corner of the farm ami is consumed by prowling dogs in less than half hi* allotted term of life. A large and apparently vigorous wo man entered a crowded horse-car in Baltimore the other day, and after casting withering glances on several gentlemen and not getting a seat, ex claimed: “I cannot stand op,” and sank in a heap on the floor. This had the desired effect, for a gentleman at ones arose and the lady was seated. Mi ■ yN .