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journjtfs, that the tax on foreign resi dents in Russia, which these journals so strongly advocate, may shortly be intro duced by the government. A report is current that this tax will be fixed at 150 gold roubles per annum, which makes about 255 roubles in the ordinary cur rency, or about $125. The eSect of such an impost would of course be to drive out of the country the more skilled and industrious artisans cf foreign na tionalities. Like the foreign passport tax, it will act as another check to Rus sia’s foreign commerce.” A steam yacht is an expensive luxury. Jay Gould seldom cruises on the beauti ful Atlanta and more seldom lias guests aboard, yet she costs him $6D00 a month. W. K. Vanderbilt has made one cruise in his new Alva—to the Ber mudas—-and has planned others and he calculatesthat it will cost him at least $10,000 a month to maintain his steam pleasure craft. Wm. Astor keeps his steam yacht, the Nourmahal, tied up most of the time, and consequently he gets off more cheaply—$2000 to $3000 a month. The most extensive and most famous for its good cheer of all New York steam yachts is James Gordon Bennett’s Namouna. For twelve months in the year he keeps her in commission and hardly a week passes when her cab in is not the scene of some lavish enter tainment. Entertainments, more or less lavish, cost money, but how much Mr. Bennett spends in tb way will through all the drawers of that old m:i- hogiuiy desk and among his other papers fifty times, I guess. I know he meant the Red Brook Farm for O.-car, but if that deed is never found I suppose his own boys vill take it.” Mrs. Hill was bending over the kitchen stove with flushed face, for the day was hot. The odor of fried ham filled the She stood back and looked at Reu ben by the open window, with a medi tative air. ‘‘It is queer about it,” she echoed. “It will be mean enough if Oscar gets cheated out of a share in the property. He worked faithfully for Nathan till he was of age, ’more faithfully than his own boys, and Nathan thought so much of him, too,” ‘And meant to do the square thing by him,” Reuben continued. ‘‘You don’t suppose Robert or Will had a hai.d Reuben interrupted himself to look up, as a strange shadow fell across the square of sunlight in the kitchen door. A girl, a stranger, carrying a valise, was standing there. Her comely face was fl.u8hed, and she seemed somewhat over come with the heat. Mrs. Hill looked at her with an en couraging s mile. The girl stepped in side the doorway in response to the mule welcome. “Don’t you w’ant to hire a girl at low wages through the hot weather?” she enquired abruptly. ‘We do our own work,” Mrs. IIiU the sum totat^^^Tctnal" ■Namouna is $48,000 yea the Strang feel as if we can pay wages in the house, because wo have to keep hired help on the farm all the time. But you c»n stay through the hot wmather, and I dare say a place will turn up for you before long.” “I can spin,” Sara said, eagerly. “All the girls on the island learn to do that.” “I couldn’t draw a thread to save my life,” said Addie. So it was settled. The wheel and reel, so common in our grandmothers’ days, were brought out and set in the shed because it was cool. Sara, with the fluffy “rolls” heaped high on a chair back at her left hand, drew out her thread and filled the spindle rapid ly, with a nonchalance and easy com mand of the situation that won the admiration of the girls, it being such an unusual accomplishment among tliem. A week wont by. Sara was talkative about her island home, but non-com mittal regarding her reasons for having the place in Kenncbuiik, “Whatever it moans she’s a good, nice girl,” Mrs. Hi i said to tht girls privately. Rjuben Hill still rumlmated over the disapi'caranco of the deed. Oscar came into his meals quietly, having verj little to say at any time. lie had lived there since the death of Nathan Hid, six months b fore. Once or twice liecaught Sara rccrardin^ him witli a curiou®, fixed od her r'th The Ei)Och says that in the summer time, “the thunder storm takes its place as a formidable agent for the destruc tion of human life and property. The multiplication of telegraph wires in cities is doubtless somewhat of a protec tion, at least it is comparatively rare that any one is struck by lightning in crowded towns. But in the country houses and barns, even when guarded by lightning-rods are frequently the target of the thunder-bolt, and people who, from a foolish desire to escape a wetting, take refuge under tall trees especially when they are isolated, are apt to pay the penalty of their rashness. There is a proverb that lightning never strikes twice in the same place. This must take its place as among the falla cious saws born of superstition. The objects that offer the electric fluid a convenient track once arc apt to perform the same service a second tune and it is known that a building has been struck a second and oven a third time during the same shower. It is one consolation for those who mourn friends taken off by lightning to know that such a death is probably quite painless.” Nature is the Greatest Model, Household ornamentation, in its de signs, its meanings and effects, follows closer on nature models than anything else I know of, says L. Reiiard in the Globe-Democrat. jftTlio most modern ■ '’ciesTgu^in 6lner"ornanieiiiili fabrics are wavy lines. Nature seldom if ever made a straight line. Take for instance the human countenance—it is a good model or guide; taking the nose as a center, the eyes should be the same size and equally apart, the forehead the hair, and lower portions of the face all should be equally proportioned from that center; or, as the head is higher than the shoulders, so the center of au article of furniture should be the tallest point, and the decorations arranged as near as possible to the above proportions in the matter of balance. Blending of colors, too, is important in the selection of decorations, and the nearer we go to nature in this also have we the most de sirable and commendable selection. The more I have investigated the more I am convinced that nature gave us models which can »ot be improved. It is estimated thf^J 50,000 trees have been planted in Neiu-aska by female hands during the past three years. Heereation the weary by ^ not idleness, but i The T\ri«-hl2 ual ineetiui,, a!:>Lates where uuiendmouts W. C. T. U., at its recent an- id to assist- the unions pending. Have you come far? You look heated. Won’t you sit down where it is cool and rest?” “I have walked from Kenuebunk this forenooD,” said the girl. “I am pretty tired.” She sat down in the Madras-covered chair Dy the open door. Her eyes wandered around the kitchen as if she recognized something familiar in the sur roundings, although she was a stranger. ‘‘You’ve come a pretty long stretch,” Rmben volunteered, giving her a quick, shrewd glance. He was apt to be on the lookout for strangers. Mrs. Hill regarded her with the kind motherliness she felt for her own girls. “You’ll feel better after you have had some dinner with us,” she said. “Just left a place, I s’pose,” Reuben commented. “Yes,” said the girl. She spoke with a slight Scotch accent. She seemed a little embarrassed with the question, and her eyes wandered through the door to the hired men coming up to dinner Irom the hay field. “I—I had a pretty good place, but I wanted a change,” she said, bringing her glance to bear upon Reuben’s face bashfully. “A girl ought to stick to a good place,” he ventured. She made no reply to this “feeler,” but something like a smile flitted over her face. “Sort of odd, I guess,” was Reuben’s Urourrjkt. Mrs. Hill removed the “sizzling” spider from the hot stove, and taking up the platter of brown slices of bam, she said to the girl: “Come in this way and take off your liat.” The girl followed her into the cool dining-room and gave the sa.me peculiar glance around. Mrs. Hillsetthe platter on the invitingly laid table and then conducted the stranger into her own bedroom adjoining, whore the high feather bed stood, covered with a patch work quilt of pink and white “basket work.” “Just lay your things on the bed and come right out to dinner,” Mrs. Hill said. “Here’s a little girl who wants a place to work,” she said to Lottie, who just then came out of the buttery with a Iju'e apple pie, which she placed on the table. “Well, there’s enough work to be done here, dear knows,” Lottie returned briakiy, with a friendly nod to the new comer. “There’s sewing enough to keep Addie busy six mouths, and that s]bnniiig—I don’t believe you’ll get round to it before Christmas. It takes us both all the time to potter round with the household. I do think : look of inquiry that brought the 5 blushes to her face. |I^T?T?!WTa5'TTn' and gone one into the shed, le; farniiy to rise, one after the otlio’ leisurei’t. The soft Avhirr of the wheel, mingled with the murmur of insects ip the hot summer noon, reached the dining room. “It’s queer how she happened to come here,” Addie remarked, reflectively. “And she’s so secret about leaving her place,” added Lottie. “Well, I do like to see her round,” Mrs. Hill said in her own placid fash- Mr. Hill, going out through the shed on his way to the big barn, stopped in cansternatipn. Sira wn'i sitti old red chest in iho corner, in great distress sof.'mingiy. ITegave one glance, then hurrie l back, and called startlingly through the kitchen lioor. “Mother 1 girls 1 C-^me! Sara’s in a fitr dth iirioiis ido open, working They came hurrying out exclamaltons. Her eyes w'c but unseeing. Her face convulsively. “Perhaps she’s subject to them,” sug gested Mrs. Hill. “Oscar,” said Mr. Hill, “tell Tim to jump on the gray mare and ride to the corner for a doctor. Qu dc nowl” Sara became quiet all in a moment. “Don’t send for a doctor,” she said, “I’m not sick.” Her eyes were still o|)cn and unseeing, but her voice had changed, and falling upon their cars in gruff, familil accents. “Nathan’s Yoice,_ i my life,” Reuben told the doctoF wards. “Don’t you know me?’’ she asked in that familiar voice. “Fve been wanti:|g to come and tell you about the deed. I have never been able tu co’ue before. You’ve overlooked a secret dnwerin Iho mahogany desk. It. is close under the bookcase. The deed is there. Go now and look.” Like one dazed Reuben went up stair* and searched for the secret drawer in the old-fashioned piece of furniture, a combined bookcase .and writing desk, which had been removed there, with other things, after Nathan’s death. It must be confessed that he felt pretty nervous. How did Sara know about the deed? It had never been mentioned in her presence. He returned. “There ain’t any drawer there,” he said. “But there is,” persisted Sara. “There is a spring, the color of the wood, about the size of a pin head, close under the bookcase on the left of the writing desk. Pass your finger nail over the surface and you’ll find it.” Reuben went again. It must be ad mitted that he felt a thrill of suiiers..- tious fenr. “And I thcaight you were going crazy,” laughed Lottie, now that her fear was gone. Mrs. Hill explained about the deed. Sara listened, then said deliberately: “I never told you how I cjime to leave my place. I thought you might think it was silly. It was all on account of a dream I had.” The group were listening breathlessly. “I saw this house with the long piazza and green blinds,” she went on, “the big barn, with the great doors open, the beehives, your faces, everything just as plain in my dream as I saw them when I came that day. I thought I was to come here to help some one. I didn’t under stand what it meant, but I awoke with the feeling that I must come, whether I wanted to or not. I had seen the long, dusty road stretching ahead of me, and the lioiiso and barn on the hill. When I got there I was half frightened, but you all seemed as if you had been ex pecting me. You made mo feel at home.” “Strange,” said Mrs. Hill, with a sort of awe in her voice. “Aunt Samantha would explain it,” said Lottie. “She’s been going to seances at the corner lately.” From the day that the deed was found Oscar began to show open preference for Sara. It was not until she became his wife and they wore living quietly in tlie little house on tlie Rod Brook farm tliat she frnnfpsq-.J-to luiving secii his face all, she had been told that she him. Reuben Hill is not quite such a hard- headed skeptic as formerly. He has tc Imit that there may be stranger things the universe than his philoso2)hy lias dreamed of. the facts, as they came under cur notice, without protending to account for them.—[New York Mer cury. Tho Writing of Moilorn Hymns. Know that man? It’s William H. Doane, and lie makes $20,000 a year writing hymns, or rather that’s the roy alty he gets. He is engaged with Faj & Co., but in his leisure moments ho hunts around and finds a touching bit of poetry and he works it into a hymn. Oh, it’s a paying business; beats any kind of wTiting I ever heard of, but it’s not everybody that can catch on to tlia’' sort of a style. It’s harder than writing variety songs or even Ledger stories or detective yarns of blood and thunder romances. You see, a man must have some of the divine afiialus mixed with a good deal of piety in order to bo a suc cess as a hjmnologist. He lives in a fine residence on Mount Auburn and some time ago he had a falling out with John Mitchell—something about a boundary line. They got the matter in courts, when Mitcliell said he’d fix him, so he erected a long row of three story bricks right adjoining. He said he was going to put up a hundred, but he only got aj rpj l^oiv n-1 i Tp n Jiivor., qu.nlity, both red and white, is always in cluded as a matter of course, and is kept constantly on the table in two-quart carafes, one to every two these are always refilled when the bottom is reached. Milk is only secured as a regular thing from goats, and is drawn from the natural reservoir at the, door. There are one or two cows in every place, kept mostly as curiosities, and their milk is considered very precious. If any c fastidious person insists upon hav cow’s milk with his coffee, the mill not brought in a can to the house, the cow is driven up and milked i: sight, to sliow that no dccejiLiou i ticed.—Hotel Oeozette. 1 i>lain 3 jirac- A Home Run, A few days ago two ball nines o posed of boys were a ina game in Brooklyn, and in 2’h>’t5e c bat were using an old discarded coal shovel handle. The game had become intensely exciting and the 02^2^^si^^8' had what they termed a slugger at the bat. Two runners occupied tlie ba: and three strikes had been calked on slugger. The next ball pitched the slugger banged away, and, at the call of his enthusiastic captain, ran do^vn to the first, then to the second, third and home, keeping the shovel handle i in his hand all way round. The nil having the field and spectators, fro the time the slugger liad struck the ball, were in tlie meanwhile looking for the sphere, but did not discover its whereabouts until the ninner showed it to the umpire, W'odged fast in tlio hand gi-ip of the shovel. Of course there was much kicking indnlgcd at the discoveiy, but the umi^ire decid ed a home run- Those Dinner Pails. ^ Dinner pails. Recently these alToVi i an interesting economical st’.i There were more than a score of them the hands of laborers seated on the sidewalks with their backs against the big wall which protects Trinity Church yard on New Cliurch street. We could not help seeing their contents as we passed. Every man had light, spongy wheat bread. Many of them had with it boiled eggs or liberal slices of meat. In most every xiail was some Inxuiy, either pie or huge chunks of cake, and not of the iJlainest sort, but rich layer oalce. They also had a liberal supply of either tea or coffee. And was it not sig nificant that not one of the wage ers was found drinking beer? Nowhere else in the wdde, wide world will the dinner pails of the workers tem2Dt the appetite as here in the United States. No millionaire in this big city eats hot ter food of tlie same sort tlian we saw taken from the workmen’spails.—Amer- wm Oroce7\ possession of the liiLY AiS.o^ entirely excluding weeds. The effect of another harrowing after ploughing was to so demoralize grass roots that our secoiwl cultivation and hoeing was already ac complished. The culture then consisted of running a cultivator through once or twice in a row each week until the first appearance of blows, after hilling mod erately with a double mould-board plough. ‘ ‘Meantime bugs were kept in chock by liberal applications of Paris grcwui and plaster in proportions of one to l‘2o pounds. Paris gi’een with water is not only expensive to a2323ly effectually, hu fe is liable to bum the leaves to a gi’csit: extent which proves as detriraenlal to the growing tuber as though bugs had eaten the foliage. In early • July Ibo branches almost met, soon comiffetely covering the ground, so that through dry weather following when a slight shower did fall, its moisture was held for the roots to draw u2‘’^Jh until the next shower. Thus while many potato fields through this section were literally (hy ing up, ours continued green until fully matured,” “Do you think,” she asked, dreamily,, as he sat beside her at tlio circus, “that this is the same ele2'ihant I saw when I was a child ?” “No,” he answered with scornful can dor, “you knowele2ffiants only ll've to be two hundred years old.” It won’t be this year. STATESVILLE lARBLE WORKS, J. T. WEBB & SOr^S, PROPRIETORS. MONUMENTS, MANTELS, TABLETS, ETC. In Fact, Everything in tlic MABISLE USE jioiie at Wliort Notice AND OF THE VEHY liEST MATERIAL. We order our Italian RSarble direct from Cat- rara, Italy. All other materia! direct from quar ries. ND NOTHING BUT FIRST-CLASS WORK, Lafiyette’s Land. There have been numerous inquiries ol late ns to whether Lafayette ac- cej-ited a townsluj> of land tendered him by the Unite ! States government, and if he did acce2't it, Aviiere is the laml located. These inquiries liave broughl out a statement of one who was a deputy surveyor in F.: rida, who says (hat aftci completing the survey in 1825 he re turned to Tallahassee, where ire mcl Col. McKee, who had been sent there ai the agent of Gen. Lafayette, then on a visit to the United Stale.s. Col. McKee was commissioned to select the proffered township, and he chose one adjoining and northwest from Tallahassee. It it presumed that the land has long sinc^ been sold off. What He Caught. “Fishingyesterday, eh?” queried Wig- “Yes,” replied McPelter, hoarsely. ! “You brought your catch home thit | time?”—facetiously. “Yes, and I’ve got it yet.” ' “What was it?” 1 “A cold—the worst I’ve had this sea- [ son.—Free Press. Steam Engines, Wood Planers, Pulleys, &c, SALEM IRON WORKS, SALEM. N. C.
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