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VOI.. XII.
GRAHAM, N. C, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER; 11, 1886.
NO. 40.
A MSUOERSIANDING.
."Bo sorry, my dear," said bustling
little Airs. Dorman, when she had enum
rated her guests to her friend, Misa
Styles, who had just arrived. So sovry
About Alec Tliornton; know you didn't
lite mm baa taste, by the way but
make my parties as I do my cuke, Jhst
by a receipa, and that says, Don't mind
conflicting tempers.
. Miss Styles put out a detaining hand
as her friend was about to leave her.
"Catherine, I have not seen Aleo
Tliornton fyr ten years," Miss Scyles be
gan slowly, "and you must hear how I
saw him last. ; We were engaged for
one happy month in . Florence. I be
lieve I really loved him and thought that
he loved me. He did not need my
money, and it bad not then become the
fashion," she said a little bitterly, "to
admire me. A little misunderstanding,
growing out of my possessing a photo
graph of an Englishman whom Alec dis
liked very much, ended like most lovers'
quarrels, After a few days coldness we
w ere reconciled and exchanged pledges
--. blue violels for him, for me white ones.
, I keep mine as a commentary on human
. nature's fidelity. We had made friends
one morning. That afternoon, when go
ing to drive with mamma, wishing to
pive still greater proof of my submission
I left on. the gallery table, where he
could, if coming in my absence, be sure
.. ' to see them, a genuine woman'd note of
submission, the photograph over "Which
we had quarrelled, I gave that he might
destroy it if he liked, and to my, sacrifi
cial pile I added another testimonial to
' my fidelity, a trio .of blue violets taken
from myAelt. Since that morning I
X have never seen Alec Thornton; he left
Florence the flext day, "
"Giving no reason?"
'None, save a few words written on
the back of ray note. The significance
of .my action, he said, was unmistakable,
he bowed to my decision, aud since he
could not so suddenly face the inevitable
with fortitude, he .must bid me an in
definite farewell."
Little Mrs. Dorman was quite breath
less with interest and astonishment.
"And you have never had any further
, solution?"
JNone; to this day I have not solved
his cowardice.. He mfght have braved
the honest confession, that he no longer
loved me, and I should ' have survived
it," she said, in a bitterly sarcastic tone.
' "I have forgiven hiin," she added, wav
ing a hand as if dismissing the subject,
"but my memory doesn't lose its teeth
with years, tu Mr. Lowell says his does,
and I much prefer not meeting Alec
Thornton."
.The explanation which Miss S'yles had
just given to her frieild had not been
vouchsafed to theUiglpITo'reHtiiie
world, two years agef; when it became
known there that Dr. Thornton had sud
denly left town, and the news gradually
spread abroad that his engagement witu
Jus beautiful cousin was at an end.
To be sure, the young woman declared
with charming naivete that she had been
. jilted, but none thought she meant to be
believed, and though she lost her roses,
she was gayer and more charming than
- ever, having during the following sea-
' son a pair of counts at her. feet.
Mary Styles now no longer posed for
tlie blushing maiden. S.ie was begin
ning, so jealous mammas declared, "to
change her pink roses for saffron ones.
and wauia Bson nans to tus eiiarmutrt
nnd charming circla by the eye-lids,
since her Iiandsome blue eyes ' were the
only feature time was leaving her unim
paired.
. . The women voted her horribly passee.
the men loved hr still, called her a
miracle of loveliness, but so cold! To
night she had arrived at 7 o'clock for
fortnight' stay with her dear old friend
and schoolmate, Mrs.-Dorman.
There were seferal guests aliealy as
sembled around the table when Miss
Styles entered the break fast-room next
morning and was assigned a place be
tween Mrs. Dorman's 18-year-old daugh
ter and an old friend, Mr. Triplets A
few introductions to those immediately
atxliit her followed.
"Miss Siyles," Grace Dorman began.
after a short space given to greetings
tnd weather, "I was taking the views
of the company when you came in re
garding their trimmings. .Mr. Triplet!
objects to blue thistle for his plate dec
oration. If you know him, as I see you
do, you will testify he could not be mure
appropriately trimmed.
Miss Styles' handsome eyes, which
matched her dree in color, were rained
to her neighbor's face as she said, smil
ing: .
"I must consult a floral album before
venturing to commit myself, and shall
hope to find a compliment in my own
surroundings," she said, taking up twe
of the morning glories scattered about
her plate. ' "How beautiful and how piti
ful that a thing; so lovely should be so
short-lived. 'The good die first'" she
quoted. ... . .... .
" 'But the whose hearts are only as
'summer's dust; bum to the socket."
Miss Dorman continued. "I prefer a
sprinkle of dust, and will flicker a while
in my canaiesucc. hu-i you. do, on
reflection, though I was inclined to feel
jealous at first, you are welcome to the
fragile compliment yoar vis-a-vis has
paid your appearance this morning."
Miss Styles raised her eyes and met
those of a gentlemea who was just tak
ing a place opposite to her, Dr. Alec
Thornton.
"I am flattered to have remained
among Dr. Thornton's memories," Miss
Styles said, bowing in acknowledgment
of that gentleman's greeting.
"Sever hating sees you. " Miss Dor
maa went on, I had to call on another
jrenius who had, though after all he
would only be general, and selected
what would suit any, belle, wasn't tint
. it, doctor? 'fair and fickle' he says they
are, she added, much surprised at the
expression, she saw on Dr. Thornton's
face and not ia the least onderstand
inr k.
Miss Styles turned to the spademan at
her side, and took tip the flowers sgvn
M she said:
'A t h -t e charminc while ws '
hist, and if too much sunshine ia fatal,
the weakness is human; where is the
man who can endure unlimited pros
perity?" ,
"Give the figure a sentimental turn,"
the gentleman suggested, "and for pros
perity read affection, the morning glory
illustration is not happy."
"I shall certainly' claim thick clouds
and rainy weather at once, and my
'glory' will thrive the better. The closer
analysis develops new charms," the
young lady continued, '"and I feel my
self indebted to Dr. Thornton for the
complimenthe has paid my womanly
nature.
That gentleman bowed again as he
said, "They are beautiful certainly, but
unenduring, despite your ingenious ar
gument." . "Fragile is a better word,"' and the
young lady pinned a few blue-bells at
her throat. -
"Violets would suit you perfectly,
Miss Styles)," Grace Dorman said sud
denly; "just match your eyes. Dr.
Thornton, 'why didn't you tell me .vio
lets," she said reproachf ully.
"I dislike them," the gentleman said
shortly, as for an instant his eyes met
those of Mary 'Styles. :
"And with me they are favorite flow
ers." The young lady - lifted a locket
which hung on her chain as she spoke
and, touching a spring, disclosed four
little pale faces in the glass case.
- "You should wear violet roses," Miss
Dorman said, taking the locket; "these
are white." .
Yes, and old. A charm against
fever," she said, laughing gently, "not
worn for their beauty now." ' As she
spoke the glass case dropped from its
place, and the' four little heads fell on
the cloth, crumbling to powder. ;
"No matter, I assure you," Miss Styles
hastened to reply to Miss Dorman's ex
clamation. "I no longer need them. I
hope Dr. Thornton," she a ided - inno
cently, "the faint odor does not incon
venience you. I assure you they are very
old and dead."
She blew the dust from her as she
spoke.
A phvsician should learn to keep his
nerves well in' hand," that gentleman
said gravely. "I have been the indirect
cause of the accident, it is just that I
should suffer thereby. May I pass your
chocolate?"
The fortnight was over, and the soft
moonlight was flooding everything on
the lawn with its radiance, as Miss
Styles, the evening before he departure
from Seven Oaks, ran lightly down the
gravel path to a summer house, in
search of a shawl left there at after
noon tea. The wrap had been secured,
and she paused a moment on the broad
stone step, to note the effect of the
moonlight on the silvery thread which
wound at the foot of the garden, when
a voice at her elbow made her start She
recognized it at " once, The getleman
threw aside a cigar, as he said:
"I almost feel your coming here as an
inspiration. I was thinking of you."
He was standing by her now, and look
ing directly down uppn her. "I have
something to tell you, Mary; will you
hear it?"
She stood with her face averted, her
gaze still fixed upon the river.
"No, there could be nothing you could
have to say to ma that I would wish to
iiear," she said coldly.
"But there are duties one can not ig
nore on a question of what is agreea-
ask you to hear me simply as a matter
of duty."
"Dutf is an odd word from you to
me." Miss Styles turned, and met the
full gaue of a handsome pair of grey
eyes.
Yrs, an unrecognized quantity be
tween woman and man," the gentleman
said, "yet a woman at least owes a hear
ing to the man who loves her. What
ever weig'ht the words might carry," the
young man went on, "and whether ill
or well chosen I must speak. I tell you
against reason, against my best judg
ment, in defiance of pnde, I tell you
that I love you unreasonably, blindlv,
with an intensity that conquers pride
and defies my judgment, with a love
which, after ten years' waiting of sil
ence and separation and ever-present
sense of hopelesincss, is still uncon
quered and enduring. I claim by these
feelings,- which you alone have brought
to life, the right to plead their cause. I
claim this right, Mary," he added, with
infinite tenderness in the tone, "and beg
to be allowed one more effort to win
your love."
Those are strange words from yon to
me. Alec Thornton. Are we acting a
farcer .
"Is it then incredible that I still love
you? It is strange that my love has not
died, yet I must confess its vitality. In
the first hour of our meeting at Seven
Oaks I knew that my heart had never
dethroned its queen,' that however cruel,
she must always reign."
He paused an mtant as Miss Styles
said, sneeringlr, "We grow quite dram
atic, how fortunately facts are. Your
vivid imagination has woven fancy col
ors about a few days in your life and
mine 'teg years ago."
"No, l remember with painful accu
racy," the young man replied slowly, ss
with folded arms he stood facing her.
But what is pride when one loves, one's
very life is involved."
Mis Styles measured her full height,
as she said scornfully:
"Your renunciation has cost me noth
ing, as you see.'
'My renunciation?" The tone was one
of irreat astonishment.
"The reflection is not flattering." Miss
Strles continued. "Yet I am able to
endure it with composure, though not
apt to forget that my release from en
gagement was gratuitous.
"Gratutjou? your release gratutionsr
the young man replied.- "Unless yon
have lost your candor, you trust own
that I never released you."
This borders on insult" Alee Thorn
ton," Miss Styles said quickly, and look
ing steadily into the eyre that were fas-.
tened with equal earnestness oo her
own. -"Fortunately I have yoor letter."
And L equally unfortunately, have
not roan, hut I have what will, and did
tell its own story my rejected pledge,
the little violets." K
"Your rejected pledge?" Miss Styles
asked curiously. ,
"Yes, my rejected, returned pledge,"
he repeated. "Possibly circumstances
which have been burned into my mem
ory have escaped yours. I went to your
house one evening, ten years ago, a
happy lover, believing implicitly in the
woman who had that morning, with
words she knew well how to choose, dis
pelled my doubts and, I think, pardon
able jealousy. . I found,' when the serv
ant answered me, you had placed a full
explanation of your-absence, the photo
graph of my hated rival, and my poor
violets! There was no need for more
these told their own story.. You could
not face me with the truth, tho English
captain had stolen your love from me,
or I had never possessed it, and you
chose this method of breaking the news.
I tried to return your flowers, but could
not. The little ones folded in my hasty
farewell, scribbled on a stray sheet 1
found on the table, were taken from a
vase on the gallery. Yours lie where
your own fingers placed them that morn
ing. From that wretched hour of
awakening I vowed to .forget you, but I
have not, alas, I can not Once more,
Mary, I ask you, may I try again to win
your love?" :
There was a momentary silence, dur
ing which Miss Styles seemed cdly
moved. At length she said in a low
voice and looking quite away from he
companion:
"Do you -mean-that you- did not read
the note ?"
"Can you m?an that you wrote me
one T he asked eagerly.
' "And the flowers you left were not
those I had. given you ?" Her tone was
beginning to tremble perceptibly.
For answer he touched the spring of
his watch and showed, lying upon a bit
of white velvet inside the extra case,
four little purple violets. "You . laid
them there," he said in a low, forcibly
calm tone.
Mary Styles dropped her face in her
hands, as she said in broken tones,
"Oh, Alec, what have you thought of
me?" - .
"Consider rather what you may be
giving me reason to think of you," the
young, man answered, touching care
lessly her soft hair; then after a mo
ment, "Will you tell me if there was a
letter and what it said ?"
"There was one in the same sheet with
yours, if you had but turned it over."
"And it said "
"Some very foolish words, I fear,"
Miss Styles replied slowly, and, lifting
her eyes for the first time to her com
panion's face, "but nono of dismissal:"
"But the flowers." and his strong,
broyvri fingers possessed themselves of
a .strangely unresisting, slim, white
hand.
"Were taken from my belt a few mo
ments before. Your flowers I kept until
until a fortnight ago," she said, smil
ing up at him. "Do you not remember
them?"
"And I may replace them with the old
significance!"
'However could I imagine you had
not read my letter," Miss Styles said
after a while, still feeling something
very unreal in her attitude toward her
old lover.
"And how could you ever believe
that having done so I could leave Flor
ence?" '
6PURGE0N IN THE PULPIT.
SnjAM-TljQrnton, anJtw
-may
turned another leaf of fife's book-
it prove a fair, unwritten sheet
Forced to Find' Nature' Secret.
The most important secrets of nature'
are often hidden away in most unex
pected places. Many valuable substances
have been discovered in the refuse of
manufactories; it was a happy thought
of Glauber to examine what everybody
threw away. There is perhaps no nation
the future happiness and prosperity of
which depends more on science than our
own. Our population is over 85,000,000,
and is rapidly increasing. Even at pres
ent it is far larger than our acreage can
support Few people whose business
does not lie in the study of statistics real
ize that we have to pay foreign countries
no less than 140,000,000 pounds sterling
a year for food. This, of course, we
purchase mainly by manufactured ar
ticles. We hear now a great deal about
depression of trade, and foreign, espe
cially American, competition, which, let
me observe, will be much keener a few
years hence, when she has paid oft her
debt, and consequently has reduced her
taxation.
But let ns look forward 100 years no
long time in the history of a nation.
Our coal supplies will then be nearly
exhausted. The population of Oreat
Britain doubles at the present rate of in
crease in about 50 years, so that we
should then, if the present rate contin
ues, require to import over 400,000,000
pounds sterling a year in food. How,
then, is this to be paid for? We have
before us, as usual, three course. The
natural rate of increase may be stopped,
which means suffering and - outrage, or
the population may increase, only to
vegetate in misery and destitution: or
lastly! by the development of scientific
training and appliances, they may prob
ably be maintained in happiness and
comfort. We have, ia fact, to make our
choice between science and suffering.
Sir John Lubbock, ia Contemporary Ho-
view.
CHIaeeo Terkaea ia Caatea.
Tba most - skillful artist or artisan
never gets over 90 cents a day, aad the
average pay for skilled labor is $9 a
month, 'i at which must go for food.
The shop-workmen of every description
eat at their work-tables, and at sight
sleep on their beaches or tables, which
ever afford the best accommodation.
Often as many as a dosan or sixteen mem
thus occupy a twelvs-by-sixteea shop
day and night, like so many machines.
W. T. Hornaday in The Cosmopolitan.
Im Mak Ed Beatles.
Germany has carried the technical
training of artisans to such aa extent
that there are bow two purely tech
nically trained students fat the country
fur every one that cam find satisfactory
etrj-loyment Qiiro Tribuua,
Listening to the Noted llnptlat Preacher
The Opening Service.
Very fortunately Spurgeon was at
home on this our last possible Sabbath
in London, and no time was lost in de
ciding to hear this great Baptist preacher
and divine. ' The day was delightfully
cool, and at an early hour we were on
top of a 'bus and headed for the "taber
nacle." Tho service was Announced for
11 a. m and at 10:30 we stood in front
of the great plain structure that stands
in a rather poor part of the east side of
the city. People ' were gathering hur-
nedlvT though not in great numbers as
yet, and ' we . were directed to enter
through a gateway leading along by the
side of the chjrrch. On the inside of the
gate we wera handed what we sup
posed were tickets of admission, but on
examination proved to ba little envel
opes in which the visitor is requested to
place what he chooses to give and drop
the amount in a box by the way, as he
passes into the church. This we did,
and ence on the insido we found a
long row of earlier comers than our
selves seated in chairs by the wall. We
were told to "move on and take our
places," and these we found by the side
or rather back of the high platform and
and pulpit; but the kind usher said:
"Wait here and I will do the best for
you I can," and as lie hurried frompdfirl
to point directing others where to go, in
passing us would say, "Be patient, and
I will see what I can do." We heard
him ask one after another of the "pew
holders" if they had any room, and as
room was found some one, was quickly
shown to it, so that just before the min
ister took his place upon the stand we
were all provided with good seats just
in front, the only inconvenience being
that we had to look up at an angle of
about 60 degrees to see his face.
All this impressed me the more from
the fact that I have so long been accus
tomed to seeing audiences assemble, and
seeing persons waiting for seats, and I
recall the saying of Mr. Buecoer, that he
thought that a good - usher alf the door
could do about as much good as the
preacher in the pulpit; and surely thir
one usher at Mr. Spurgeon's church had
said his prr.yers that morning, and nc
one could have done more or better than
did he. I should like to some time give
him a seat at our table in Chicago, and
a good bed at night .
Mr. Spurgeon, in appearance, is a low,
heavy-set typical Englishman; younger
in looks than I had expected to see,
showing but few gray hairs; but inclin
ing to an excessive corpulency. We
were told that his health is not firm;
but in voice and movements he showed
no sign Of weakness. He impresses one
as being a man of deep, honest convic
tions and purpose in his life work, and
he is wholly free from mannerisms and
affectations. When the great audence
was seated he arose and offered a short
but impressive prayer; after this he an
nounced a hymn, which was led in the
singing by a plain man with a
strong, clear voice, the audience
seemingly, all joining. There was
no instrumental mu-jic, and the
song service, if not of a high order
artistically, was certainly not want
ing in volume and earnostness; I liked
it; and wished something like it might
be in every church in America. After
the hymn the stanzas of which the
preacher read before they were sung
and the seventh chapter of Hebrews, with
lengthy comments, and then a second
hymn after the manner of the first; and
this was followed by the longer prayer.
One could readily understand that the
preacher prayed not alone Sunday and
and in the pulpit, so full was the prayer
of personal experience, and of deep,
heartfelt communion with God, and re
alizations of tho needs and sufferings of
mankind. 1
- The opening service, including a third
hymn, lasted most three-quarters of an
hour, and. then came the sermon from
Hub. vii, 23-23. It was upon the inter
cession of Christ, - and throughout was
natural and ensy in delivery, plain In
language and simple in method. The
great preacher is not what one would
call a great thinker; his mind works by
accretion, or gathering, rather than by
evolution, or unfolding and growth in
the development of a theme. But lie ia
earnest ami honest, and evidently be
lieves what he says; nor does he make
any apologf for saying it Dr. H. W.
Thomas in Chicago Tribune.
The Tmeat ITaaelaehaeeaT
It takes a very generous person in
deed to be faithful to a self-arranged
plan of generosity. It is often true
that people hate their proteges when
those they have helped have grown be
yond the need of their aid. The reason
of this is not always black ingratitude
on the part of the recipient of favor; it
is just as often duo to the restless van
ity and insatiate selfishness of the one
who had set up for a patron saint, and
who, failing to find a constant prostra
tion of spirit in the aided one, turns
upon this one with cursing Inrtead of
blessing.
The truest unselfishness is that which
does not consider duty in the relations
of life as an abstract good. Duty is a
fine watchword, when it implies privi
lege. Too many people make it a mis
erable slavery, by bringing no freedom,
no pleasure into its performance. There
is no such thing as duty in gratitude. A
grateful heart offers its own reward
without any fore inc. But a river who
demands incenss-boraing is certain not
to get it A morbid desire for perpetual
adoration can not, in tba nature of
things, ba gratified.
Kallwajp Sigmal Tien
A raflwsV company now uses signal
wires running in tubes filled with p-tro-
leam oU, Some of tlte wires are L 103
feet long, and are easily oprratrd. The
pipes are laid on stakes driven into the
ground eight feet apart, and three
fourth inch ia diameter inside, whiUt
the wire is thrse sixteenths inch in diam
eter. The pipes ran parallel to the rail
road, and follow the corves as wetl as
the straight parts of the line. Boston
Budget. . - . - -
MRS. PARTINGTON AND IKE.
A Visit to D. P. Shillaber Chat with the
Ulae-Kyed Old Gentleman.
'- 1 mode a pilgrimage to the lonely Bos
ton suburb of Newton Center not long
ago with an old and intimate friend of
the humorist Of course I havo known
all of my life of the existence of Mr. B.
P. Shillaber, but I confess that I looked
in spite of myself to see a little wizened
old lady, with bright, black, beady eyes,
very thin hands, and gray corkscrew
ringlets. It seemed as though she might
to come hopping into the room in an
elusive, bird-like way and begin saying
funny things at once. .The door was
opened for us by a hearty, happy look
ing young girl of the high school age
who said, "Grandpa expected you out
on an earlier train; he has been waiting
for you for. an hour, and will come right
down." She took us into the parlor, and
went out to speak to her grandfather
and presently we heard bis slow step on
the stair marked with pauses and ac
cented by his staff, for he ii lame from
rheumatism, then Mr. -Shillaber came
in. He shook his old friend, Profes
sor , warmly by the hand, and
greeted roe very cordially. He is a big,
jovial-looking man with sunshiny blue
eyes, a ready smile and strong features.
One feels at once in the presence qf a
hopeful, happy nature. It is more than '
a whimsical and amusing nature; it is
one of the kind which endures trouble
graciously and is well enough poised to
be always certain of the silver lining
to every dark cloud. It is easy to see
in his graveness that he has sorrowed,
and indeed I am told that the loss of the
companion of his life was ho common
one to him; but he is a serene soul
still, and, for the time at least, it seems
as though there .is no philosophy like
that of laughter and the laughter-maker.
His daughter came in and with her
daughter found our quintette of people
in the parlor for a half hour. Directly
I had shaken hands with Mr, Shillaber,
I asked: ' .
"Mrs. Partington, where is Ike V
"He is here," he returned, tapping his
coat-front, and speaking in a confi
dential way. "Iko is always with me;
he never leaves me. Or you might say,
if you like, there is Ike," nodding to his
granddaughter.
"O, grandpo," she cried, 1 hope I am
not so bad as Ike."
"Ike isn't bad, not at all bad," said
Mrs. Partington, shaking her head, "Ike
is very good. We went driving yester
day." Then he told of a visit to the
home of the owner of The Boston Her
ald with whom he once worked in a
printing office. "It was about 150 years
ago," he said, "I don't remember ex
actly how long it was. Maybe it was a
little longer than that, but we will call
it 150 years."
Mr. Shillaber, by the way, is 73 years
old, and except for tho rheumatism,
which keeps him lame, is not at all an
unhealthy man, and perhaps good for a
large share of the number of years of
his reminiscence. Ho talked with his
old friend of their own early service in a
Boston printing house soon after th'ey
came from Maine, and I heard how the
young Shillaber took the name of Mrs.
Partington from the old play where that
estimable person tried to sweep back the
waters of the ocean, how he wrote his
witticisms for a Boston paper till he
found that the editor was ' making
money and name out of his property.
started the journal known as The Car
pet Bag, on the strength of the Parting
ton name. This paper established Mrs.
Partington's reputation, though it was
not a financial success. Since that time
ber sayings have always found a quick
market, and Mr. Shillaber has written
much besides all of the time. Of late,
however, he has written very little. He
says he is "growing patsy," and his pro
nunciation, uttered with a twinkle in bis
blue eye, is worth recommending to
French-attempting people who run to
the other extreme, and call passe
"psssay."
The home of Mr. Shillaber is across
Boston from Newton, in the suburb of
Chelsea. Like another sage of Chelsea,
lie has clung to his home there long after
it was in unfashionable quarter, but his
need of attention has now compelled
him to go to the Je&sant home of his
children at Kx'wton. Cor. Chicago Inter
Ocean.
Dangers ef Going Seearlty.
I affirm that the system' of indorsing
is all wrong, and should be utterly atal
ished. I believe that it has tmea the
financial ruin of more men than per
haps all the other causes. I think that
oar young men especially, should study
the matter carefully in all its bearings,
and adopt some settled policy to govern
their conduct, so as to be ready to an
swer the man who asks them to sign his
not. What responsibility does one as
sume when be indorses a note? Simply
tlus: He is held for the payment of the
amount in full, principal and interest;
if the maker of the note, through mis
fortune, mismanagement or rascality
fails to pay it Notice, the indorser as
sumes all the responsibility, with no
vote in the management of the buii
ness, and no share in the profits of the
transaction, if it prove profitable; but
with a certainty of loss if for any of the
reasons stated the principal fails to pay
the note. Judge Waldo F. Brown ia
Boston Traveler.
Maes He Very I'ipltMtit
BnoUey Aw aw it must be very
nnplwsssnt for you Americans to be gov
erned by people aw whom yon
wouldn't ask to dinner.
American belle WeTL not mors so,
perhaps,' than for yea in England to ba
governed by people who wouldn't ask
you to dinner. Punch.
- - MleiieSevB Lnt Yeatft
The year in which Augaat has five
Sunday! is called ministers' leap year,
for, in effect, a week is added to the
usual vacation season. The present is
the third of socotssiv years in which
the pcitors' holiday has thus been pro-
locird. PhUaJflphia CalL
1 -yi
Virginia rakes 1,0U0,000 bushels of
peanuts a year.
ALL ABOUT GLASS CUTTING.
Ite Bard Work Very Expensive for Poor
People Strong and Careful Workman.
"There are six processes for cutting
gloss," said the manager. "The first ia
termed roughing. An iron .wheel, on
which sand mixed with water drips con
tinually, digs out the pattern. As there
are only a few lines traced on the glass1
whereby to go, this is a very difficult
task. All glass cutting is done by cross
ing certain straight lines at certain
points. If, in glass cutting, the wheel
moves slightly from the line the whole
piece of gloss is ruined. The workmen
are therefore compelled to keep their
eyes on their work all the time. The
gloss itself is made in Baccarat Ger
many. It is the finest glass made. It is
termed metallic because a large part of
it is silver. It is bought by the pound
and is very expensive in the bulk. It is,
therefore, no easy task to hold it free,
as these workmen do for hours at a time.
"The second process is called smooth
ing. The wheel used for this is made of
Scotch Craigeth stone. Water runs
freely on it as it revolves. It smooths
out all the rough edges on the lines
which have been dug out in the first
process.
"After this comes tho different modes
of polishing. A wooden wheel and
powdered pumice stoue are - used first
These take out the wrinkles on the sur
face of the gloss. Then follows a brush
ttnd putty powder. Lastly, a buff wheel
made of nearly fifty pieces of canton
flaiiel and rouge. The pieces of flannel
are loose, but the machinery- causes
them to revolve so rapidly, about 8,000
revolutions to the minute,' that the
wheel seems as hard as a board. This
last process not only polishes, but im
parts a beautiful gloss to the surface of
the glass, s Then it is finished and ready
for our counters down stairs.
"There have been very few changes in
the art of glass cutting for centuries.
Except that we now use steam instead
of foot-power, we have no advantage
over the cutters of 200 years ago. There
are only two manufacturers of the
rough metal in this"country, and their
glass is of inferior quality. Workmen
bavetosorve along apprenticeship be
fore they master the trade. An expert
workman receives high ' pay. It is very
close, confining work and makes them
all look pale. A great many Swiss and
Bohemians are employed. The cutting
of .lapidary stoppers is the most difficult
work It requires the greatest exact
ness because there ore so many diamond
shaped figures in a small space. Very
few can do this work welL There is
one old man in this country who is
looked up to by all the other workmen.
They say he carries a charm. He is
the mosc expert cutter of lapidary stop
pers in the country. Not only does he
cut them all perfectly, but he gives
them a finer polish than anybody e.lse
can. He is closely watched by his fel
low workmen, who say they have ob
served him take something from his
pocket and rub the stopper with it He
has been offered large sums for his se
cret but has always refused to sell it
"Colored cut glass is very -expensi e.
Tho color is put on in the same way as
silver plate, and then part of it is cut
away. It leaves the blended effect of
color and no color. Many customers
bring tu original designs which they
wish made. Many of them are very
odd, and some are impomiblo to make."
sNfiYT-Ynrk Mail 1 Egiwns . -..
Grace Darling's Ouljr slater.
Grace Darling's only sister died re
cently in her little home nnder the
shadow of Bam borough castle, within
sound of the wild waves that beat
against Holy island and the rock that
wrecked the Forfarshire, The simple
and pious old lady to the last like the
heroine herseir could not understand
why so much hod been said about the
plain act of duty which made the family
name immortal. She has been laid in
the seaside churchyard, close to the sis-
tet who died so young forty years ago,
and whose marble efllgy lies in the sea
wind and sun, with her oar upon the
folded arm, A gray stone wall divide
the thin grass of the holy ground from
the bleached and pallid growth of tlie
sand dunes. For the dark and strong
basalt of this Northumbrian coast
into which is built the -tremendous pile
of the castle, is everywhere heaped with
the sands of many storms. If ever
there was a "wide-watered shore,"
straight out of Milton's visionary mind,
it is this. New York Home Journal.
Heat fjolldara for School.
The Basle government has just issued
a new regulation for the Hiuferien in
the Basle schools. When the tempera
ture rises to 20 degrees (Reamur) in th
shade at 10 o'clock in tlie morning, holi
day is to be proclaimed to the scholars
until the afternoon. Two such holiday!
were proclaimed during the heat of tlu
summer, to the no small delight of the
boys and girls, whose-jubilant greeting
of tlie announcement could be heard
from tlie open windows of the Gymna
sium. Foreign Letter.
Xew Idea la Kallroadlag.
A car called the "spotter" now goes
over the Central road at given periods.
It Is provided with a tank of colored
fluid, and when tlie wheels roll over a
rough place in the track the fluid h
s411ed on the spot It is so arranged
that the track superintendent can, while
seated oo the inside of the car, view the
track and thus detect any flaws that
may exist Mohawk Valley Democrat
Battoalas; taw Collar.
A clerk in a men's furnishing store
says that the nsan -who buttons the lefl
side of his collar first makes a mistake,
for be nses his right hand for that ane
the awes bis left for the more difficult
task of buttoning the other side. IU
should reverse the process. New York
Sun.
roe Inntnts aad Old People.
Women's milk hi sold on the streets It
one Chinese cities for the sustenance oi
infants aad eld people, it being believed
peculiarly nourishing to aged persona,
Chicago Herald. ,
WHENfiEf '
Fall, flower and book I the tale ill trust
What spirit calls my name!
A world sway, across the blue,
The young moo a lights her silver flamoi
I look into the west aud wait; '
l'he wind is west the day is latsf
The silver moon is low.
And low beside the orchard gate
The fallen bloom drifts white as snow.
The light breeze falls, the voice has pissed)
One dim and trembling star
Looks out of heaven serene and vast
O earth so near! O heaven so far)
Whose voids was this so strangely beard ? ,
With wondering awe my soul is stirred.
Art thon of Mirth, or winded and frcsu
O soul, wbo sent this spirit word
Across the twilight world to met
Anna Born ten. .
WESTERN AND EASTERN 8CH0OL&
Those la the TVest la Advance of tad
Kaet An Obeervers Comment.
Among those who linger at the springs
I met E. F. Bates, who has- been eu-
gaged for a number of years in teaching
in the western states. ' I asked Mft
Bates about the relative educational
facilities in the east and west and he)
said: "I must say that my observation
is in favor of the western schools. The)
fact is that in the progressive western
states they have taken advantage of all
the experiences of all the other states in
the Union and are profiting by this erf'
periencer They build their school-
houses on modern plans; they arrange
their courses of study with reference to
modern plans; they require of their
teachers a standard of excellence and
capacity for imparting knowledge which
are in accordance with modern ideas.
The ordinary country schools are much
advanced over the country schools ot
New England.
"The teachers, m a rule, are a brighter"
class of young women. . You see in NeW
England, the women school teachers are)
sort of settled down in the idea that they
are going to teach for a lifetime and they
become dull under that impression. But
young women who teach school out west
expect that after two or three session
they will get married, and they are look'
big forward to something beside the)
routine of school life to keep them
brighter, and, whatever others may
think, it makes them work more- effec
tively in my judgment The country
schools generally run from nine to ten,
months in the year, while in most parte
of New England there are only two ses
sions, uie winter anu we summer eunou ia,
lasting each about three months. The
havo no summer schools Out west, hut
hold to the idea that the heated term ia
no time for mental exertion." '
In speaking of the difference between
the people as he had observed them hi
the east and in the wet Mr. Bates said!
"Young men of New England who wen!
into the western states to seek their for
tunes took with them the very life blood
of the east The younger generation irt
the west which ha sprung up from this
stock under the invigorating influenced
of the new climate and soil is a strong
and vigorous element than which there
is nothing more powerful in this coun
try. t Tlie growth of western influence irt
the politics and the practical statesman
ship Qf the country may be traced di
rectly to this new element in civilisa
tion." Saratoga Springs Cor. New York
Tribune.
The "Hatter Dlrd" of CsHpA ' n
r l. x , 1.. ... U..lMl
in his travels in South America records a
visit to Coripe, where is the cavern of
the guacharo bird. The narrle whicll
the cavern bears signifies the "mine of
fat" because from the young of tlie
birds which inhabit it aa immense
quantity of fat is annually obtained.
These birds are about the size of our
common fowl, with wings which erfpanii
to three feet and a half. All day long
they dwell in the cavern, and, like our"
owls, only come forth at night They
subsist entirely on fruits, and have Very
powerful beaks, which are necessary to
crack the rough nuts and reeds which
form part of their food.
Midsummer is the harvest time for thai
fat The Indians enter the cavern
armed with long polos the nests are at'
tached to holes in the roof about sixty
feet above their heads; they break these
with-the poles, and the young birds fall
down and are instantly killed. . Under
neath their bodies is a layer of fat
which is cut off, and is the objer.f
sought At the mouth of the cavern
huts are erected of palm leaves, and
there, in pots of clay, the natives melt
the fat which has been collected. Tliid
is known as the butter of the guacharo
it is so pore that it may bo kept for up
wards of a year without becoming rau
cid. At the convent of Caripe no other
oil is ever used in ths kitchen of the
monks. Chicago Tribune.
Depredation of Wild Clapbaa UL
From lower India comes news of par
ticularly mischievous nocturnal depreda
tions of wild elephants. Coffee planta
tions, ricefields, etc, suffer very severely. .
The destruction of the huge brutes hrtbo
result of pure wantonness. Docile and
submissive in service, forgetful of bis)
vast physical superiority, and evenafleo
tionatc) to those whom be knows, while
all goes well the elephant is a magnifi
cent ally; but at the same time, when .
the smooth course of peace is internrptel ,
by outbreaks of temper or the spleen of ;
recent capture, there is not a more "dan
gerous wild fowl" on the face of the) .
earth. Only a little time ago dreadful
stories came homo of a rogue elephant
wbo had killed his keeper and half de
populated a wide track of country, drag-
ging luckless men and women from
their huts and poondiog them to death) .
in the village street taking, in fact, m
perfect delight in bloodshed, and com- -ing
back again and again to gaae oo
bodies of his victims, but soch eases are,
fortunately rare. Chicago Herald.
. Bens la ne Sreed CttJaa.
The Scientific Arnerican claims tbT
horse population of New York city is
between 60.000 and 75.000, and that of
London 800,000, of which ,050 aro
used in - public carriages, an eqtat
number in oatnlbussea, a;i l1," L