The Charlotte Messenger.
\OL. HI- NO. 43
THE
Charlotte Messenger
IS PUBLISHED
EVERY SATURDAY,
▲T
CHARLOTTE, N. C.
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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.
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