VOLUME I.
CONCORD, N. C, SATURDAY, JANUARY 28, 1888.
NUMBER 3.
, The Apple Seed
Corao hither and Eaten ; a tale 111 relate
jjj g iilliq uu"u botu auu ih nuuuguiuiituij
Inhfcart ofjmappleia!atitumn tas found,
Then was buried deep down in the dark, si
lent ground.
The frost soon enshrouded its own little bedy
And snows drifted o'er it, by chilling winds
sped;
The day and the night vrere alike where it
lay;
Of the pale winter sunshine it knew nofc, one
ray.
The whito drifts all vanished one mild April
day,
An J frost that encased it all melted ere May ;
It sprang t j tho surface as soon as twas
freed
And raised two green banners the brave
little seed.
It grew and it spread as the fleet years went
bys
It sheltered the cattle, while birds of the sky
Built nests 'mong its leaves and there reared
their young,
And the gay boys and girls on its low
branches swiinfi.
Should you sail to the East the wide ocean
o'er
And search every page of its magical lore.
You never will find a more marvelous
thing
Then the blossoming out of that tree In the
Spring.
And apples grew on it, so rosy and fair
It seemed the red sunset imprisoned lay
there;
Down 'mong the tall grasses they dropped
from the tree,
Where the children would seek them with
shouting and glee.
When harvests are garnered at fall of the
year,
The corn-husks all stripped from the glossy,
gold ear,
This queen of the fruits, that the season had
graced,
In the cellar's cool darkness was carefully
placed.
In long winter evenings around the bright
fire
The family gathered from infant to sire;
Then apples were brought and a circular
row
On the hearthstone was placed to roast in
the glow.
A fair, laughing maid, with a keen, glancing
steel,
A ribbon would make of an apple's smooth
peel,
Then the fresh, supple length would use as a
test "
Of the name of the lover who loved her the
best.
Around her bright head she would give it a
twirl,
Then a gentle dash downward, with a twist
and a quirl;
And scoffing, but blushing, her shoulder
looked o'er
At the letter it made as it fell to the floor.
The silver-haired grandma her knitting laid
down,
And taking an apple, all roasted and brown,
She story on story in retrospect traced,
As the dear toddling babe she indulged with
a taste.
The provident housewife made many a dish,
As luscious and wholesome as mortal could
wish,
Of their rich, juicy pulp, oh, a wonder, in
deed, Is this tale that I tell of the little brown seed.
C. A! M. Webb, in Boston Transcript.
THE GOVEBNESS.
"Angeline!" cried Mrs. Duncan, as
she fluttered into her daughter's bou
doir, "what shall I do? I've just re
ceived a 'regret' from 3Iadam Boutelle,
and I don't know what in the world I
am to do with the count."
"You're sure he is coming?" queried
Angeline, anxiously.
"Oh, yes! He's all right the dear
fellow! I had the sweetest note from
him, saying that he would be charmed.
But now that Madam Boutelle isn't com
ing, there will bo no one who can talk to
him. Angeline, I wish you would give
a little more attention to your French."
"I have just been taking a lesson,
mamma," Angeline replied. "3Iade
moisolle La Fonte has taught me a new
Terb this afternoon."
Mrs. Duncan glanced at the little
French governess, hitherto unnoticed,
and said, patronizingly:
"I hope you will take great jains
with her pronunciation, mademoiselle.
I always said that French did not
amount to much without a pronun
ciation." "There is no language which does,"
replied the little governess, quietly.
"Of course not! Angeline, are you
through with your lesson? Those laces
have como from McKay's, -and I do
want to talk to you about this dinner!
Yes, mademoiselle, you may go now;
but you. must not forget that you are to
translate my bill of fare into French
will youf .
"No, madam, I will not forget."
She quitted the room with a bow and
bearing that showed she had not always
been a mere teacher of French to young
children and giddy girls. Indeed, there
had been a time when the old La Fonte
family had stood to all Provence as a
type of the bluest bloodof France. But
the Franco-Prussian war had made a
beggar of the once rich family, and left
Valerie with a widowed, mother, -who
soon died of grief. .
"Mamma," said the fair Angeline, as
ahe watched the slender, gray -robed
tfgure out of sight, "why don't you get
mademoiselle in the place of' the Bou
telle woman ?'
"What?' screamed Mrs. Duncan.
"Give the place next to Count da
"Yen needn't tell anybody who ah
is. Bhe is well-enough looking and
knows how to behave."
" Knew how to behave i it was well
for the fair Angeline's pjans that made
moiselle did not hear her.
"I shall sit on one side of the count,"
said Angeline, airily. "Of course he
will talk to me a great deal, and if I get
stuck, mademoiselle can help me out. On
the whole, mamma, I think that is a very
good plan. Madam Boutelle could prob
ably have monopolized him. Youknow
she is crazy after the men, and especially
Count de Beaupre. Besides' concluded
Angeline, very forciby, "it's too late to
ask anybody else 1"
"I suppose it is," sail Mrs. Duncan,
ruefully. . .
And it was decided that they would
have mademoiselle, who was commanded
to accept the invitation on the pain of
losing her situation.
Angeline was enraged because the
stubborn littld governess would not bor
row a dress of them.
"She will look like a guy, mamma.
She can't have anything fit to wear."
"Well, my dear, it is all your fault,"
Mrs. Duncan declared. "You would
have her!''
But mademoiselle did not look like a
fright. When Count de Beaupre en
tered the reception-room, his beauty
loving eyes singled out at once a
slender, curving figure, in antique bro
cade which had grown yellow with age,
but was so unmistakably distinguished
looking that all the ladles were wild
with envy. Mrs, Duncan introduced
him.
"Mademoiselle," said the courtly
young lion, . bending his fine head to
look at the fair, sweet face beside him,
"I am charmed to meet so lovely a
countrywoman in a foreign land I Is it
possible that we have met before? Your
face reminds me of one I have seen some
where." "I think not," Valerie answered,
flashing with pleasure at the sound of a
voice that spoke her native tongue . so
perfectly. "I have been in America for
twelve years. "
"I am sorry," murmured the count.
"One can always claim some favor on
the score of an old acquaintance."
Just then Mrs. Duncan's imported
butler came in, with a practised bow
and announced:
"Dinner is served."
Count de Beaupre glanced at his card
and saw that he was to take Mademoi
selle La Fonte out to dinner. His
pleasure was unmistakable.
They were soon chattidg volubly in
French. Angeline Duncan sat next to
them. She put in a word now and then
at random, for she couldn't understand
a word they were saying. But the
count's puzzled "Comment?" (How?)
and "Je vous demande pardon!" (I beg
pardon 1) soon silenced her.
As for "Valerie, she was growing ani
mated. Her face flushed prettily un
der the count's admiring gaze, and she
was quite oblivious to the javelin
glances hurled at her by Mrs. Duncan.
The count had hardly looked at Ange
line. "Who was that pretty girl I took out
to dinner??' he asked, later in the even
ing. "Mademoiselle La Fonte," said Mrs.
Duncan, coldly. "Is it possible you
admire her, count? She is not much of
anybody. We just had her to make up
the party."
Mrs. Duncan was angry, or sho would
not have laid such a thing.
As for the count, he saw that he had
made a mistake ; but Mademoiselle La
Fonte was wholly unconscious.
Shortly after, coffee was served, the
guests departed, and Valerie came uj to
the hostess, when the party had dis
persed, to ask whether she might not
go home. . ' .
"Yes, and stay there!" retorted An
geline, angrily. "How dared you pre
sume to flirt with a guest of my moth
er's? " You forget, mademoiselle, that
you aro not here as a social equal. We
did not expect you to play any of your
adventuress games upon Count de
Beaupre."
"Miss Duncan," cried Valerie, grow
ing deadly pale, "you have not yet ac
quired the right to insult me !"
"AngeJine," said Mrs. Duncan, in a
low tone, "don't bo too hasty. Remem
ber that it is hard to get a good gov
erness on mademoiselle's terms."
"I don't care," cried Angeline, burst
ing into tears. "She kept Count de
Beaupre away from me all the evening."
"Miss Duacun," said the little gov
erness, with much dignity, "I assure
you that I had. no such an intention."
"That will do, mademoiselle!" said
Mrs. Duncan, coldly. "You can go
now."
So the poor girl hurried out of the
room,' and met the Count de Beaupre,
waiting, hat in hand, in the hall. . She
saw by his face that he had heard alL
. ..'1 thought you had gone 1" she stam
mered. ; -
"I waited for- you," he answered, in
French. 1 'I thought you had no esoort.
May I have the honor of seeing you
home, mademoiselle?"
"I have no carriage!" faltered poor
Valerie.
I Bo the little governess found herself
foiling home In state
"I ought not to let you do this," she
said, hurriedly. "I am not one of Mrs.
Duncan's guests, monsieur; I am only
her governess."
"The name of La Fonte is very dear
to me," said the count, gently. My
father's best friend was a French gen
eral, who was killed at Sedan, and that
was his name. A brave fellow he was,
tool"
"It was my father!" cried Valerie.
"My father was General Gascoigne La
Fonte. Oh, monsieur 1 did you know
him?"
"Know him?" echoed Count de Beau
pre. "I should say I did! "He saved
my father's life twice. I was a bit of a
boy, but I remember It well. " Ah! now
I see why your face seemed so familiar
to me. Mademoiselle La Fonte, you and
I ought to be good friends."
"I will do my part," said Valerie,
warmly.
And the count, having taken her
hand in his, found occasion to hold it
awhile.
Valerie was much happier now that
she had found a friend among her own
countrymen. The long evenings slipped
by quite gaily. The count took her to
the opera, and they had many ploasant
jaunts together.
It was one morning in February that
Mrs. Duncan called upon mademoiselle
to announce to her that her services
would be no- longer required as a gov
erness. "I cannot offer any encouragement to
any young woman who behaves as you
do," said the lady, finally.
Valerie was utterly taken back; but
before she could reply, a tall, courtly
figure appeared in the doorway. It was
the count himself.
"Madam," he said, bowing, "the
future Countess de Beaupre has no fur
ther need of your patronage."
" Countess de Beaupre !" was all she
could gasp.
And Valerie soon found herself
standing alone, bewildered, in tho
middle of the room, while the man she
loved was holding her hand and saying,
tenderly :
"Valerie, darling, you will let mo
verify that statement will you not? I
love you with all my heart. Will you
take it, and my title and me? I want
you so badly!"
And as for Valerie, it could not hive
been "no" that she answered, for two
months later, at the Hotel Valentine, in
Paris, were registered the names of the
Count and Countess de Beaupre. Sat
urday night.
Meaning of "Thoroughbred."
The term thoroughbred was origi
nally used in England only in connection
with the blooded race-horse, and is still
littlo used in that country in speaking
of pure-bred animals of other breeds.
In this country it has become corrupted
by being indiscriminately applied to all
registered or pedigreed stock, and is
used synonomously with pure-bred and
full-blood. The terni thoroughbred
should be used as a noun only when re
ferring to the blooded race-horse, and
it is generally so recognized. To
be sure of not being misunder
stood it is usually best when referring
to the above-named kind of horses to
call them thoroughbred race-horse9.
Custom in this country makes it entirely
proper to use the term thoroughbred
synonomously with full-blood and pure
bred as adjectives in connection with
the name of the breed. We speak of
thoroughbred Shorthorns meaning just
the same as when we say full-blood or
pure-bred Shorthorns. Those who are
interested in thoroughbred race-horses
and some others still object to the word
thoroughbred as an adjective used in
connection with the name of other
breeds but they are in a small minoiity.
Generally speaking, any one of these
three terms means, in this country, that
the animal to which it is applied, is a
pure blood of a recognized breed.
Prairie flower.
A Canary's Four Notes.
In the sbng of the canary four notes
are recognized by dealers, and they can
tell by listening to it for a few minutes
whether the bird is German or Amer
ican. They are the water note, which
is a rippling, attractive bit of warbling
like the murmur of a rill; a flute note,
clear and ringing; the whistling note of
the same class, but very much finer,
and the rolling note, which is a contin
uous melody, rising and falling only to
rise again. It is in the last-named note
that the American birds fail. They can
not hold it. Another difference be
tween the two is that German canaries
are night singers they will sing until
the light is extinguished. But the
American birds put their heads under
their wings with darkness. Detroit
Free Press.
What Troubled Bobby.
, The minister was dining with the
family, and he said to Bobby, with an
amused smile: :
. "Pm afraid, Bobby, that you haven't
the patience ot Job."
"No, sir," responded Bobby, who
was hungry, "but Job wasn't always
CHINESE FARMERS.
A Glance at the Agriculturists
of the Flowery Kingdom.
The Country's Graveyards a
Bar to. Its Progress.
There are reasons to believe that the
trade of this country with China will
soon grow to majestic dimensions. Of
the seven million, five hundred thousand
dollars of exports to China in the last
fiscal year, nearly five million dollars'
worth was of distinctively agricultural
products, and of their manufacture. Of
the remainder, the . larg - share was
mineral oil. The Commission in the
United States this year is charged es
pecially with the promotion of banks,
telegraph and telephone lines, behind
which looms up the extension of canals,
the introduction of railroads, of agri
cultural machinery, and of such of our
products as China needs, and she has
need of many. Her home products,
aside from tea, aie wheat, mil
let, garden vegetables, rice,
poor apples, peaches, grapes,
etc. Tho food of China is mostly vege
tables and fish the extensive sea coast,
rivers and canals supplying the latter.
Beef is almost unknown, except in the
foreign settlements, and berries are
rare; mutton is plentiful; pork, poultry
and eggs are abundant. Domestic ani
mals, except dogs, are not common.
Horses are scarce, mules are numerous,
cattle in small numbers, 'but flocks and
herds are unknown. Two or three ani
mals comprise an average barn garrison.
The camel is a familiar beast of burden.
The Chinese farmers live in cities, towns
and villages, and cultivate the adjacent
country, where there is no sub-division
by fences, hedge rows or walls. There
is an excess of flat country, which is
subject to frightful inundations from
the swollen rivers. Famines are not rare,
and a fewyears agolO,000,000 people died
from starvation in two piovinces alone,
while abundance prevailed in the rest of
the empire. Farming tools are of the
rudest. No vehicles have springs.
They are made- on models found in a
text book recognized in the schools for
some thousands of years. The people
dress in cotton, and live and work after
fashions as old as their civilization. The
national habit is opposed to change, and
so the nation of three hundred million
souls goes on in "the good old way."
Tho United States broke the spell of
centuries in Japan. . It may yet do the
same for China. We go for trade and
progress, other nations for trade and
conquest and colonies, and the Chinese
leaders are beginning to understand
this.
It has been said that the pious care of
the Chinese for the grave of their an
cestors prohibits the construction Bi
railroads, telegraph lines, etc. Ances
tral worship is indeed an accepted form
of religion, and of immortal antiquity.
But it is kept alive only by the strong
hand of the imperial government. Tho
land is not one graveyard. The gravej
are all near the cities and surround
them' in rows of tumuli, or detached
mounds, looking like hay cocks. If
properly approached, a Chinaman will,
if duly compensated, move his family
burial place and set it up elsewhere.
Near Tientsin is a mile race track;
within its bounds are several thousand
graves, without, as many ;and many havo
been removed to make room for the
track and buildings. On these mounds
the Chinese stand to get a good view of
the race and other sports, nere is
proof that this " cult" for tho departed
is not a fixed and immovable belief.
There are twenty-eight miles of railroad,
leading from a coal mine in the northern
part of the Empire. The mines and the
road are worked, in spite of national
prejudice and the ancestral superstition.
There is little wood in China, and,, the
fuel most in use is the rakings of the
dried grass, leaves, reeds, etc., which
are kept for winter use. In both
town and country in the towns
rather, for there is no country
life the struggle for existence is severe
and constant. A modernized agricul
ture, and the introduction of railroad
and wagon service, would rejuvenate
the decaying "Flowery Land," which
is a bald misnomer for a land destitute
of. flowers and shrubs, treeless, and with
a dull herbage that contrasts strongly
with the culture that has made the
American continent to "blossom like
the rose," and to be rich in various
products that its enterprise bears to all
parts of the civilized world. American
Agriculturist.
A Faultless Memory.
Brown You haven't forgotten, Dum
ley, that you owe me two dollars, have
you?
Dumley No; I was just about to men
tion it.
Brown Oh, thanks. It will come in
very hand
Dumley I was going to ask you to
lend me three more, and make it
an even five. New York Sun.
You must love your work and not be
looking over the edge of $t for the play
Phosphorescence.
The cause of phosphorescent light, aa
well as it nature, is, in many cases, a
puzzle alike to the common and scientific
observer. The light comes from very
different sources. Tho appearance o'
any fish that is partially decayed gives
the most common example. In the case
of such decay, the light maybe attributed
to the" phosphorous set free. " But the
same name is given to the light emitted
by the glowworm or the firefly. In this
case there is no such decomposition of
elements.
The phosphorescence of the sea is
referred to the presence of minute
medusas creatures of the simplest or
ganism. There are somespeeies of fun
gus that are producers of flight. In
these instances it seems to be a result of
the functions of life, rather than a phe
nomenon accompanying death. This light
is given off in some instances where the
decay does not seem likely to liberate
any phosphorus, and where, if any fun
gus is growing, it cannot be detected
easily. A Scotch writer, Mr. W. A.
Smith, tells how he was surprised at the
appearance of a piece of fir wood. In
this country a decaying maple log, lying
in a wet place, yields the best results.
"During our walk through the woods
the other evening," says Mr. Smith,
"we came upon what appeared to
be a salt herring lying in the
road. On turning it over with
our feet it seemed sloppy, and we fool
ishly passed it. A few yards farther on
another brilliant streak of light attract
ed our attention, and we this time .de
cided to attempt its capture. A piece
of paper was employed, to prevent an
unpleasant meeting, and we then lifted,
most circumspectly, what proved to be
neither more or less than a piece of
Scotch fir from one of the fallen trees
alongside. Apparently a new break
was the phosphorescent surface, and the
night being wet as well as dark, we
supposed this had some influence. After
drying it next day we again tried it in
the dark, and it still showed brilliantly;
so the wet had nought to do with it'Un
der a lens no fungus could be seen, only
the rough, broken fibres on the sur
face. Youth's Companion.
The Fate of Ocean Wrecks.
The almost daily, reports by arriving
vessels of passing derelict and aban
doned vessels at sea, might lead the
landsman to suppose that wrecks are
more numerous than is actually the
case. But, in fact, a single wreck is
reported many times and frequently in a
wide change of position. It may be
seen today on one part of the coast and
tomorrow may be many miles from that
position, as it drifts about with the cur
rent of the Gulf stream or it is driven a
long distance by the winds.
It is only a few weeks ago that the
cruiser Atlanta towed into the capes of
Delaware a dangerous derelict which
had been drifting about off the coasts
for weeks, and though special attention
had been given by passing vessels to re
port this wreck, in order that the infor
mation might lead to finding and de
stroying it, it was a long time before it
could be placed. Often the wrecks that
are reported at tho hydrographic office
lead to an extensive and unavail
ing search only because they
have been carried so far from tho re
ported position by wind3 and currents
that the searching vessel could not find
them. When it is possible to tow them
into port this i3 done; otherwise they
are blown up with gun cotton torpedoes.
One wreck, seen on the lower edge of
the banks of Newfoundland on Aug. 28,
in latitude 43 degs. north, longitude
55 degs. east, had drifted to latitude 89
degs. north, longitude 64 degs. west, on
Oct. 7, a distance of COO miles, and had
been reported four times. New York
Tribune.
Home-Made Sausage for Dyspepsia.
"Everything I eat in the morning dis
agrees with me, doctor," remarked a
patient a few days ago. "It has come
to a point at last when, if I take any
Solid food before noon, it becomes a
source of heavy discomfort."
"Have you ever tried home-made sau
sage ?"
"No; why I ucver could digest that,
doctor; it is too greasy."
"Well, perhaps so," was my answer,
"but as some really good results have
shown up lately from its use, I would
like you to try it."
And, sure enough, says Dr. W.F.
Hutchinson in the American Magazine,
the highly seasoned fatty food wai
-quietly digested, and proved just the
required morning meal. It is worth
trying in every case of forenoon dys
pepsia when ordinary diet fails.
A Tear-Shedding Tree.
The Kagashi tree of the natives of In
dia is described as a tree that really
weeps. . If an axe-cut is made in the bark
of one of these trees in spring, the sap
flows fromlhe wound in a great stream;
and whenever an opening in the bark is
made, the fluid escapes for a considerable
time. These facts are given by a recent
observer, who mentions noticing great
drops falling from one broken branch at
the rata of ana a sprnnd thn trnft having
been in aVeeping condition for at least
tea days.
SCIENTIFIC SCRAPS.
A supposed meteoric found at Aixla
Chapelle in 1762 has lately been ex
amined by Prof. Arzruni, and pro
nounced slag from some primitive fur
nace. The immense mass weighs four
tons, and the date of its origin cannot
be guessed.
Fourteen years ago a bottle of milk
placed in a well at Owensboro, Ky., to
cool, fell into the water. The other day
the well was cleaned out, and under
about six feet of mud was found the
bottle, and the milk within was appar
ently as Bweet and good as the day it
was put in.
Washington Territory must have been
a favorite stamping ground of the mas
todon, for every day or two somebody
out there digs up remains of the prehis
toric monsters. The most recent . dis
coveries are at or near Touchet and at
Davenport. In each case the bones dug
up were well preserved and of enormous
size.
An English observer recommends the
locomotive as a cheap hygrometer for
farmers and others living near railroads.
When the escaping steam remains long
suspended the air is near its point of
saturation with moisture, but when the
steam quickly disappears a3 if swallowed
up, the weather is dry and there is little
prospect of rain.
Certain hollows in hard sandstone
near Lima, Peru, were ascribed by Lyell
to ancient sea-action before the rocks
were elevated above ocean level. A
resident observer, however, finds the
hollows to be still increasing in size and
number, and believes them to be due to
cleavage caused by the growthof lichens
which live on the rocks.
In a paper on injurious insects, Prof.
J. A. Lintner placed the total number of
insect species in the world at 820,000.
Of those found in the United States,
7000 or 8000 species are fruit pests, and
at least 210 attack the apple. A borer
which had hitherto troubled only peach
and plum trees has begun to destroy the
apple within the past two years, The
successful fruit grower must be some
thing of an entomologist.
A French military engineer has put
dynamite to a new use in building foun
dations in wet ground. In the con
struction of fortifications at Lyons, a
hole is bored in the wet ground ten or
twelve feet deep and an inch and a half
in diameter. The explosion of a string
of dynamite cartridges enlarges this
hole to about a yard in diameter, and
forces the water so far out beyond the
sides of the cavity that at least half an
hour is required for it to find, its way
back. This gives the workmen time to
introduce quickly-setting concrete; the
process is very rapid.
It is found practicable, at last, to
make the waste of pine saw mills availa
ble for paper pulp. In reducing the
wood to pulp bisulphate . of lime has
been used, this powerful chemical acting
on the fiber only-when heated; hereto
fore only lead -lined boilers would resist
its action, these, however, being costly
and hard to keep in repair. More re
cently there has been discovered in
Germany a kind of brick lining for boil
ers, which serves the purpose in ques
tion. The wood, sawed in small pieces,
is digested with bisulphate in large
boilers lined with this brick, heat being
supplied through led steam pipes, noth
ing further being necessary except
washing of the fiber. The bisulphate is
made on the spot, by passing sulphur
ous vapor through porous limestone
kept thoroughly wet
Professional Wine Tasters.
Dr. Donnet, physician in the asylum
at Bordeaux, in a paper published in The
Annales Medico-Psychologiques, com
ments upon the effects of alcohol upon
the aninfal economy when taken contin
uously, and even in small amount. He
particularly calls attention to the fact
that professional wine tasters, who, in
order to preserve their delicacy of taste,
must never swallow any wine, but spit
it out and then rinse the mouth
thoroughly with water, eventually suf
fer the same diseases of the head and
stomach as those who are habitual
drunkards. Chicago Tribune.
The Reality of Dreams.
- There are some very remarkable things
about dreams. In the first place, they
are twice as real as reality. Did you
ever fall down stairs in dreamt If you
have you must have observed that it is a
much more terrible experience than
when you are awake except that you
don't have the bruises to 'nurse after
wards. But the mental experience of
falling down stairs in a dream is some
thing awful. There is nothing like ju
dicious abuse of the stomach for the
man who enjoys real exciting dreams
with some plot to them. Burlington
Free Press.
Looking For a Noxelty.
'Your town seems to be "very quiet,
said the traveler. "Yes," replied the
Dakotahan. 'She's lyin' low for a rise.
We're all primed for a boom, but we
can't agree whether to work it on nat
ural gas, a new wheat belt,' or platinum
mines. But when we've decided just
how to cut the fuse she'll gq off like a
bomb." Bojdtttt,
Nonary 8ob
. Pace, paee, pace:
That's the way the ladies rid,
Foot hung down tha pony's side
- Pace, pace, pace ;
Pacing gently into town,
To'buy a bonnet and a gown;
Pacing up the narrow street,
Smiling at the fojks they meet;
That's ths way the ladies ride,
Foot hung down the pony's side,
Pacepace, pace.
Trot, trot, trot:
That's the way the gentlemen ridr
O'er th horse's back astride,
Trot, trot, trot
Biding after fox and hound, '
Leaping o'er the meadow's bound, .
Trotting through tfie woods In spring,
Where the little wild birds sing,
That's the way the gentlemen rids,
O'er the horse's back astride,
Trot, trot, trot.
Bock, rock, rock:
That's the way the sailors ride,
Rock and reel from side to side,
Rock, rock, rock.
Jack Tar thinks he's on the seas,
Tossing in a northern breeze;
Thinks that he must veer and tack,
When he mounts a horse's back;
Rocking east and rocking west,
Jack Tar rides, dressed in his best;
Rock, rock, rock.
Sleep, sleep, sleep? '
That's the way boy Ned will ride,
Floating on the summer tide.
Sleep, sleep, sleep,
Out upon the drowsy sea,
Where the sweet dream blossoms be,
Far away to Sleepy Isles
Sails my Ned. "Good night," ho smilesf
Sinking down in pillows deep,
Little Ned is fast asleep:
Sleep, sleep, sleep.
-Ann M. Libby in Good Housekeeping.
HUMOROUS.
Concealing the truth Lying in am
bush. .
An early-closing ordinance "Shut
the door."
They call him Buffalo Bills now, for
he has 800,000 one-dollar ones.
The mother with twin boys knows
what it is to toil from son to son.
When a physician loses his skill it
naturally follows that he is out of prac
tice. A pretty child smilingly asked
her mother why fish are so full of
splinters.
We send 1,000,000 barrels apples every
year to foreign nations, and won't take
any "sass" in return either.
Clara "How did you enjoy the opera
last evening?" Lucy "It was splendid.
I had the nobbiest hat in the house."
"Tight money," murmured the unfor
tunate in the police court as he paid the
usual fine and costs. Boston Bulletin.
First Burglar Wot'll I do with this
burglar alarm, Bill, take-it along? Sec
ond Burglar Yes, slip it in the bag.
We can get something for it.
The man who moves down life's path
and finds it strewn with sweet surprises
is he who knows just how it's done,
who keeps a store and advertises.
" We don't care for the rain," said
one Baltimore girl to another, as she
raised an umbrella; "we're 'neither
sugar nor salt.'" "N.t" replied the
other, "but we're lasses."
A Flaming Fonntaln.
In the town of Kane, on the -summit
of the Alleghany Mountains, near the
Philadelphia fa Erie Railway, there are
noted sulphur and iron springs. Here,
in the spring of 1878, a well was sunk
more than two thousand feet into the
mountain, which, though failing 'to
strike oil, opened veins of oil gas enough
to light a city. Tho well was finally
abandoned, and the casings cut in bor
ing were pulled out, when the hole
rapidly filled with water, which poured
in until the imprisoned gas accumulated
beneath in sufficient quantities to lift the
column of water, over a third of a mile
deep, when it blew the water . out in a
volume of spray over the top of the well.
From that time this process has been
going on; and at intervals of from six
to ten minutes this vast body of gas,
spray and water is blown out into the
air in a column a hundred feet high,
sometimes the gas is set on fire, and the
mingling of flames and spray produces
most beautiful rainbows in the night. In
the winter, the water freezes and after
weeks of cold weather the frozen foam
stands in a mass of more than a hundred
feet high, sparkling in the sunshine, a
most magnificent spectacle.
A Prompt Application.
Bobby had been a pretty good little
boy all day and, his father was very
much pleased.
"You will find, Bobby," said the old
man, "that virtue is its own reward. 1
mean by that that every time you do
what you ought to do you will feel good
over it. Do you understand?" - -
"Oh, yes," responded Bobby intelli
gently, "and now, pa, if you'll give me
another piece of pie you'll feel good,
too." New Haven Palladium.
. Brought It on Himself.
Mr. Smartun No, Miss Jones, they
can't deceive me; I am cot such a big fool
as I look. -
' - Miss Jones (endeavoring to flatter
No, indeed I discovered that long ago.
(Judge,