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VOL. XIII. PLYMOUTH, N. CM Fit ID AY, SEPTEMBER 26, 190. NO. 29.
'Come, let 113 fare together
Into that clear blue world
The tide that no fate can tether
With the fails of our souls unfurled.
Let us drift into any weather;
Come, let us find a path,
Such as the mermaid hath
With pebbles and shells impcarled.
We will float down the foam-swept spaces,
We will hide by the crystal walls
"Till they creak on our cool, moist faces
With a rush as of waterfalls,
'Or, like tears, in love's tempest driven
Love with us, there alone;
Half the world for our own
And the whole of heaven!
Beggars, we may not borrow;
Spendthrifts, we cannot pay;
Hut come! There's no bright to-morrow
As dear as our sure to-day!
Look! not a cloud to shade us,
Nor a boat sail that's near nor far,
And we are as God has made us,
Woman and man we are.
How He Found Something Nicer to Talle
KS. MINNA SCIIMITT stood
at the kitchen door of Mer
riam's bis house and looked
at the changing west. Every
'moment the light was growing fainter
and duller, and still Peter Burns did
not come in to the supper that had been
waiting for him over two hours. This
iras strange of Fet?r, and it would
have been not 'only strange, but suspi
cions of anybody else, after Laving
keen 'lectioneering" nil afternoon,
-with the old Judge, Mrs. Merriam's hus
band. Mrs. Schmidt did not like the Judge.
The worst men, in her eyes, are those
who always seem so nice and pleasant
to everybody, and between times get
drunk and abuse their wives. If such
men were only mean all the time peo
ple would not blame their wives for
everything that goos wrong, as the vil
lage did Mrs. Merriam, when she had
the old Judge bound over to keep the
peace. Since that time the Judge had
been obliged to live at the village hotel,
and Mrs. Merriam was left in the big
house. Now, when the Judge wanted
to st e Mrs. Merriam, he drove up to the
ji'ate and whistled for her. Then Mrs.
Merriam put on her best dress and
went driving with him, for the Judge
was really very pleasant when he was
in a "good temper," as Mrs. Merriam
'herself would have put it. Every even
ing she made Peter drive down to the
hotd to see that the Judge got to bed
without his boots. The Judge paid
those of his bills that he could out of
his practice, and Mrs. Marriam paid
her own out of the place and the "sum
mer guests." Sometimes she paid an
'Odd one of the Judge's.
Minna could not see but what it was
much better so, though whenever she
"went to the village she had to hear
something about women who wear the
"pants" and lit? remarks, which passed
for wit thereabouts. But Minna, who
had had a sharp, and happily short,
married experience of her own, loftily
ignored these supposed jokes, for her
German tongue wr.3 too slow to risk an
swers. Th? delectable Peter himself,
who made possible the harmony of the
present conditions, was Irish. He
drove the Judge home one day when
the Judge's driving was a bit uncer
tain, even for a horse that could find
the way home alone. Peter had put up
the horse and looked after things that
' evening, and he had been doing so ever
since. Now ho was the one person who
was able to travel cheerfully the some
limes slippery path between the inn
. and the house at all times.
And still ho did not come in. Minna
bethought herself that she ought to go
- over to the stables. To-morrow would
be Sunday, and Peter often needed a
; stitch put in somewhere. It was not in
Minna's quick fingers to see any one
untidy on Sunday if she could help it.
So she went, over to the stables not
that sdie was curious or, even worse,
-worried. Things did look queer. The
road-wagon was standing in the drive
way, the cushion left shiftlessly on the
seat, and Peter's best coat lying across
it. After a moment Minna's sharp ear
heard deep breathing, and there, at the
bench, inside the door, lay Peter, fast
asleep. Now Minna could not believe
that any man would go fast asleep
without his supper unless there was
something wrong. But she was used to
doing things, not standing and looking
at them. She took the cushion off the
Come! for the world's ways grieve us;
Hot are the burning sands,
The hours and the days bereave us;
Clasp with me gladsome hands
And go by sweet height, and hollow,
Where never a milestone is
To point the way to the bliss
Our sure feet find and follow!
We will buffet the waves and beat them,
Rest with them, cheek to cheek,
Rush with them, meet them, greet them,
Flee from them, when they seek,
Lips, with their passion glowing,
Living, loving anew,
Shall we spare them a kiss or two,
From our hearts' wild overflowing?
Nay, if we leave behind us
Loads too heavy to bear,
Fetters that strain and bind us,
With the rags that we used to wear
Out of life's fret and pain,
Taking th way that is nearest,
What matters it, heart, my dearest,
If we come not back again?
Madeline Bridges, in Life.
seat, and along with the coat carried
it into the carriage shed. Something
hard in one of Peter's pockets struck
her hand, and she knew it at once for
a bottle. It was almost empty and the
contents were not to be mistaken.
Then she tried the other pocket. Be
hold, another bottle!
"That camel of a Judge," she mut
tered. "He has five stomachs and he
does not rest until everybody is like
him." The zeal to save woke in her,
and she did not ask herself whether
she had that fine zeal for every waver
ing soul, or only for Peter's. She took
the bottles and hurried to the kitchen
Mrs. Merriam met her at the kitchen
door. "Where is Peter?" she asked.
Minna marched past her and tragic
ally held up the two bottles in front
"Minna," gasped that lady, "what
what have 3'ou been doing?"
"I?" screamed Minna. "Peter, you
"Peter! Oh, Peter, Peter, you too,
reter!" wailed Mrs. Merriam, as she
sank down in a chair. "But wait; this
is the first time, and there is still hopes
for him. I have it!" And she hurried
to her medicine shelf and came back
with a bottle with some brown stuff in
it. "This will make him wish he'd
never touched any election whisky in
his life. Run and slip them back,
Minna obeyed, and then milked the
complaining cows, grown restless wait
ing for Peter. And whe,n everything
was well done she went up to her room
and cried a bit. In the morning she
was up earlier than usual. There
seemed to be no use in waiting for
Peter to drive her to early mass this
morning. She trudged along the damp
road from which the late August sun
had not yet drawn the dew. And her
feet somehow felt very heavy.
"It is a damp morning," she said,
looking against the shining mist. Here
and there a dead leaf fluttered in front
of her. The sun was soft and warm,
and the gleam of the trees deep and
dark in the glittering moisture, and yef
it all kept her thinking that winter
was near, and that she herself was
thirty -fie. As she passed a little
house on the r,oad where old Anse, the
choreman, lived with about a dozen
grandchildren, she heard a child's fret
ful cry "Must be it's sick. I'll have
to ask Anse."
When Minna came out of the church
she had a start that must surely have
given her a nervous shock had she
been of less hardy fibre, for there was
Peter waiting as usual.
"An' why didn't you wait for me,
Mrs. Schmitt?" he asked.
"It was a good morning to walk,"
said Minna most quietly.
He helped her into the cart, and then
he said slowly, after they were started:
"It was a very hot day yesterday,"
and he switched the lines to chase the
flies off the backs of the horses "a
very hot day."
But Minna was silent. After a little
Peter went on: "We went over a tur
rible lot of country yesterday, the
Judge and I. I'm thankful we had a
right good supper over to Harneck's, eo
bein' tired an rcstin' me a minute, I
fell asleep. It's too bad you milked the
cows and did that work."
"Oh, that didn't make much differ
ence," said Minna. But there seemed
to be something that did, so after a
bit Peter went on again.
"The Judge is a turrible man to
drink and treat all roun' when he goes
'lectioneering. He gimme a couple o'
bottles to treat the boys for him, but I
met old Anse In the road this mornin'
an' he told me one of the children was
sick an' he didn't feel very well him
self, an' so I gave him the rest."
Peter had the flattering sense that he
was clearing himself without admit
ting the suspicion, which is really a
very delicate thing to do. So ha was
the more surprised to see Minna jump
around in her seat and fairly scream
"You did what?"
"Gave it to old Anse for the child."
"Oh," she moaned, "for the sick
child. It'll kill it."
"But it was good stuff," said reter
blandly. "The Judge paid a dollar a
bottle for the bit of a bottle."
"But it's bad; I know it's bad. Hurry
up and tell Arise it's bad." reter only
stared at her, and almost held the
horses at a standstill. "Hurry up,"
she said, and rattled the whip in its
socket. At this ominous and unaccus
tomed sound, the horse plunged for
ward so suddenly that Peter had to
pull them to their haunches to keep
them out of the ditch.
"I'll not drive a step, I'll tell ye," Jh
said, "until I know what for," tor
Peter could not stand bothering the
horses when he was driving. Then
Minna began to cry and Peter as well
as the horses was bothered.
"Uut, Mrs. Schmitt," he said, "sure
an' you're always such a sensible
"What's the "Jse to be a sensible
woman when a man's so foolish? It's
all your fault." And Minna cried
"Well, then, if it is, I'll be driving
on," said reter. "An' you'll be tellin
me how it is that it's my fault." Then
he lifted the reins, but he d:d not start
the horses. Minna looked over the
field while the tears rolled down her
cheeks. Then she stole a glance at
Teter's face, calm and masculinely un
relenting. There came a trot behind
her. McGolrick's mules were coming
up the road behind them, and she and
Peter standing still like that! So she
"I was afraid you'd get like the
Judge, too, so Ave thought if you did
get good and sick you'd never do it
again, and we put some ipecac in it, a
whole ounce "
"In what?" asked the hyper-innocent
"In the bottles of whisky," gulped
Teter whistled and the horses flew.
"Ipecac's bitter, isn't it?" But Minna
did not notice. She was crying so
hard. "Guess I better tell Anse that
it's cheap 'lectioneering whisky and
the Missus will send him somethin'
better." Minna smiled so gratefully
that Teter fell to wondering what he
could do next to please her. When he
came out of Anse's he was chuckling.
"The baby's all right. But Anse is
bavin a time!" Whereupon Minna
To make sure, Minna herself took the
basket and the port wine which Mrs.
Merriam sent. When she came back
she walked rather slowly up the drive
way, trying to decide whether she
should stop and tell Teter. When she
came to the stable door Teter was
pitching straw for bedding. He did
not seem to be getting much on his
fork, and presently he looked up as
if seeing her there was the most unex
pected happening. He pulled his hat
down and came toward her. Leaning
against the doorpost he regarded the
prongs of his pitchfork intently. About
that time Minna found her basket
handle very interesting, and she began
to rub her forefinger thoughtfully up
and down its strands.
"The baby's all right, Teter," she
said, after a while. Teter looked at her
meditately as if somehow she were
saying something else.
"Mrs. Schmitt," he said then, "I've
been thinkin' about how worried you
got about them bottles. It's kind o'
nice to think people care enough to
worry about you. Now, I've been
thinkin' that there might be nicer
things to take than ipecac, and some
times it's the nice things that are best
for a man, don't you think so?"
Peter stopped and dug his pitchfork
into the ground. Minna's literal Ger
man mind had become unwary.
"What would you take, then, Peter?"
"Well, now, Minna, if 'twere left
tu me I'd take you.' . - - - . - -
In spite of Mrs. Merriam, who
pointed out precedent and evidence to
prove that Minna had strangely invert
ed her opinions, Minna agreed with
Peter just to save him, to be sure.
New York Sun.
Snakes in Dutch Guiana.
"Speaking of snakes," said a mining
engineer, "I do not think there is a spot
on the the face of this earth to equal
Dutch Guinea in that respect. There
they have large snakes and small
snakes, red snakes and green snakes,
amber-colored snakes and golden
snakes, snakes harmless and snakes
deadly, round-headed snakes and flat
headed snakes, and snakes ranging
through the entire list of colors from
mud gray to a striped orange and red.
"If you are a tenderfoot in the coun
try, before you leave Paramaribo for
the gold fields in the jungle the natives
will warn 3-ou against the snakes. On
the way to the fields, 400 miles up the
river in a canoe, you can shoot a dozen
or more water snakes if you are watch
ful. Once in camp and accustomed to
precautions, before you get into your
hammock at night you turn it inside
out to oust a possible parrot snake that
may have taken kindly to your bed.
During the night if you are called upon
to leave camp you pick your way
along the jungle trail with a lantern
held low to light every inch your feet
traverse. In the morning when you
come to the embers of your camp fire
you will find a bunch of snakes curled
up around one another to keep off the
chill of the night in the warm ashes.
And so it is, snakes, snakes, snakes.
Throughout 40,000 square miles of
jungle it is one continuous snake para
dise. The Preservation of Westminster Abbey.
At a recent meeting of the Society of
Antiquaries in London Professor Leth
aby read a paper on "Westminster Ab
bey and Its Restorations."
Referring to the coronation of Ed
ward I. he said the accounts showed
that a great stable was built in St.
Margaret's Churchyard, temporary
halls were set up in the gardens of the
palace for the people, a wooden passage
was built from the palace to the church
and the new tower above the choir
was covered with boards, and a wood
en floor laid down in the choir, show
ing that these two last portions were
not then completed. He traced the
story of the vandalism in th? shape of
restorations which has been going on
since Henry III. work the destruction
of the palace buildings, the painted
chamber, St. Stephen's chapel, the star
chamber, etc. He said that similar
work was still under way, and that un
less this system of so-called improve
ments could be arrested th? original
abbey would soon be a thing of the
A Record-Breaking Name.
Joseph! Andreszkswerownitzka is the
name of a young Polish 'girl who ar
rived in this city on the Ilaverford
frpm Liverpool last week. She has the
longest name of any immigrant that
ever came to Philadelphia, and when
they told her so as they examined her
at Washington wharf, she smiled with
gratification. "I thought my name
would be the longest," she said. "I
thought jou would tell me that, for
that is what I have been told by every
body since I left home." Miss Andre
szkswerownitzka is bound for St. Paul,
where a place as housemaid has been
engaged for her in a hotel. She was
advised to change her name, on ac
count of its awkward length, but she
replied: "No, indeed, I Avill not change
it till I get married." Philadelphia
The rerfmues of Bulgaria.
What a strange perversity of fate it
is that the finest perfumes in the world
should come from the filthy Bulga
rians! The rose industry of that peo
ple seems most incongruous, yet last
year some 10,000 pounds of otto of
roses were produced, at an average
value of, say $5 an ounce. New York
The Biggest Balloon.
The biggest balloon ever made was
by a German named Ganswendt about
twenty years ago. Its capacity was
20,000 cubic yards. It weighed twenty-
one and a half tons, and would raise
three and a half tons into the air.
It is said that the New York Central
will be obliged to raise its tracks ele
ven inches all the way between New
York and Buffalo, in order to get in
the new stone foundation - - - -
THE GRAVE OF KU3HAQUA.
Foreman of Gang of Laborers Imposed
on Dr. Seward Webb.
Dr. W. Seward Webb, whose name
has been filling the newspapers re
cently in connection with the affairs
of a syndicate in Wall street, ha3 great
talent as a railroad builder. One of
his achievements was the construc
tion of the Adirondack and St. Law
rence railroad, cutting through the
heart of the great New York wilder
ness. During the building of this road Dr.
Webb became very much interested in
the location of a hotel at Lake Kush
aqua, an extremely beautiful spot. He
ordered a section gang to clear the
grounds all about the hotel, and to
lay out a smooth, level lawn. The
foreman in charge of this gang was
an Irishman. In the course of his
labor he came upon an enormous
bowlder. To remove this rock would
have involved more labor than he was
Inclined to give to the job, so he cov
ered the rock with earth and laid
over this a carpet of turf.
About two months later Dr. Webb
came to Lake Kushaqua and his eyes
fell upon the mound. He called the.
foreman sharply to task.
"Didn't I tell you," he said, "to level
"Yes, sir," replied the foreman.
"Then why didn't you do it? What
is this hummock doing here?"
"That hummock?" repeated the
foreman, sparring for time; "why, I
didn't think you would want that hum
mock removed. When we lifted the
rock we found some bones under it,
and one of the Indians around here,
whom we asked, told us that it wa3
the grave of the great Chief Kusha
qua. I thought you would probably
want us to leave it."
The man received Dr. Webb's com
mendation for his though tfulnes3, and
to thi3 day the hummock is pointed
out to visitors at the hotel as the
grave of Kushaqua, to the great glee
of the natives thereabouts.
Died on Devil's Island.
Only the other day there died on
Devil's Island, the French convict set
tlement off Cayenne, the man who in
vented and patented the telegraphic
system now universally adopted in
France, and known as the multiple
transmission system. Victor Nimault.
twenty years ago, was an ' electrical
employe of the French telegraphic
service. In 1871 he discovered and le
gally protected a system of multipla
transmission, on which he had been
busied for years. Almost coincident
ally a M. Baudot (not an official) in
vented a somewhat similar apparatus.
This M. Baudot, being a personal
friend of M. Raynawd, the director of
the telegraphic department, found
favor with that gentleman, and the
Baudot system was finally accepted
and universally adopted as the better,
of the two. Victor Nimault brought
action against M. Baudot and M. Ray
naud, and, after losing lawsuit after
lawsuit, fired at and mortally wounded
M. Raynaud. The unhappy inventor
was tried, sentenced to imprisonment
for life, and In due course was sent out
to Cayenne. Twenty years having
elapsed, he was recently pardoned by
President Loubet. A subscription mader
by his friends In France left by the
same boat which took out his pardon.
But it arrived too late, for Victor Ni
mault, who had been ill for some time,
died the day before port was made.
The irony of it all is that poor Ni
mault's system has been in use in
France for many years now; for, after
ho was sentenced, it was found to be
preferable to the one adopted and ap
proved by Raynaud, the then director
of the telegraphic department.
Beards Net Pleasing.
"I suppose I will surprise my
young readers,' writes T. P. O'Connor
in M. A. P., "when I tell them that I
remember the time when a man who
wore a beard wras regarded as some
thing of a phenomenon, and, indeed,
as scarcely gentlemanly; but so it
was. At the bar a young barrister
who wore a beard or a mustacne
would so outrage the etiquette of the
profession that he would be refused a
hearing by some judges, and by others
so sneered at as to make solicitors
unwilling to employ him. A judge
who has only just left the bench pro
fessed one day, while he was listening
to a junior, not to understand wuat
he was saying, and when at last the
unfortunate junior began to shout the
judge sweetly remarked that It was
very difficult to understand any gen
tleman who insisted on putting a hair
screen on his upper lip."