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;' '".'-"4':'rr-i dhaiham Record. H. A. LONDON, Jr., HE a RATES OF FPITOR AND PRoriilETOK. Ay y. Z Mr ADVERTISING. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION: One square, one insertion. One square, two insertions One square , one month, - tl.0S - 1.50 2.90 fx 00 l.oo SO m Ill l1llll One fr ",Ke "'"ti. 1 VOL. III. NO. 22. PITTSBOltO', CHATHAM CO., N. C, FEBRUARY 10, 1881. B. A. L0ID0I, Jr., Editor and PabUsber. For larser advertisements liberal contracts will vVAyAyP Ay Yes." They ctood above the world In ft world apart, And ehe drooped her happy ey, And Ft ilied the throbbing pulsea 01 her bappy heart. And the moonlight tell above her, Her eecret to discover, And the moonbeam kissed her hair, As though no human lover Had laid bis kisses there. Look up, brown eyes," he said, " And answer mine, Lilt up those eilken Iringes, That hide a rmppy light, Almost divine." The jealous n oonlight drifted To tbe finger halt uplilted, Where shone the opal ring Where the colots danced and shift On the pretty changelul thing. Just the old, old story, 01 light and shade, Love, like the opal tender, Like it, tnaj be to vary Maj be to lade. Just the old, tender story, Just a glimpsed morning glory, In an earthly paiatlisc, TVith shadowy reflections, In despau of sweet blown eyes. Brown eyes a man might well Be proud to win t Open, to hold hia image Shut, under silken lashes. Only to shut him in. Oh, glad eyes look togethei For tile's dark stormy weather, Grows to a fairer thing, Wb en young eyes look upon, Through a slender wedding ring. THE MILLER'S WILL. Bedford row is a spot that everybody knows, but no one knows it better than Mr. Manby, tbe famous solicitor. People meetirg him only on legal busi ness, consider him a dry, cautious man far more disposed to question than an swer or pass an opinion ; but at his own home, where 1 Lave seen him at times, ho is very different. If on a quiet even ing there are only a comfortable pair, or, at most, a trio of friends prepent, Manby unbends, and at once becomes the most genial and frank of hosts. He can tell many'stories ol his curious ex periences and difficult cases. A tout the neatest and mo it curious case of fraud I ever handled,' he said, "was in connection with a testy old client of mine, a miller by trade. He had made a deal of money, and didn't know what to do with it. The man's name was StokesMatthew Stokes. " One day he called upon me, and said he wanted to ask my opinion upon some matter, but I soon found he had made up his mind what to do, and the asking my opinion was only his way of getting me to carry out his ideas. He went into his story with great energy and bitterness. He was worth thou sands he said that I knew all in vested, and his only heir was his daughter, an only child, who had ag gravated him by eloping, and marrying one of his clerks, named Morley. ' The clerk was one of those good-looking whipper snappers,' the old man said, with passion. Never could see any thing in him but impudence and talk a kind of cleverness tl-at would have helped to make him a good showman hut she thought him; heavenly; and after they got to love each other, as he said, if his impudence Jidn't writ to me, asking me to give him my daughter in marriage I I gave him his notice at once, and a fortnight's vages ; but that didn't cure the silly girl. She took to moping and melancholy. " One day I found that she had eloped and the next, be sent me word that they wer married. I felt it awfully. I tell jou, and could have killed him if I'd met him that day, and her too, al most. They're niiseraHv poor, that's one comfort, though he's in a place and does copying at night, and they've some children and lots of trouble; so I ought to be happy if I aint. Hut here's the danger. I'm getting old, and my doctors says I might be taken eff suddenly, so I want you to make my will, strong and firm as you can make it, doing her out of the least chance of getting my money -cutting her off with a shilling, as it is called.' ' Seeing you have no other relations for whom you care, do I understand yon wish the money left to charities P' J said, not liking my task over well, for I had no doubt that il the poor daughter had been there, she could have given quite a different look to the love story. " 'To charity P No, hang charity, he cried with a snort. I want it all given to Henry Gun son, a cousin of mine in the city. I don't care twopence for him, and know little about him, but be once did me a kindness. It's all the same to me who gets the money, so as they don't get it. See P' "I did see perfectly, but thought I would try to alter his determination, for if one thing displeases me more than an other, it is to be the means of carrying jhsBpnsion and hatred beyond the grave, ouid he not, instead of trying to crush tie young man who had married bis dauhUr. try to lift him up P From his own account it appeared that he ws al jwa-working diligent fellow, toiling hard for his wife and children. What more c uli a father wish for his son-in-law P In a word, I tried to pour oil JJpon the waters, but I might as well have poured it upon flr. The fury of tlJe o,d man increased, and was even turned upon n e when I pointed out tbaV m commercial circles the cousin, Henry unson, of whom he had spoken, was looked upon with strong suspicion, ow ing to an ugly bankruptcy case with which I had to do. He remained un moved. " 'I tell you it's all the same to me who gets it,' he persisted. It's nothing to me whether the man's good or bad. Disobedience in children must be pun ished, and I can't do better than enrich my own cousin.' ' Finding him so firmly resolved, I promised to have a draft of his will pre pared, and to send it to him for perusal by my confidential clerk, which was done the following week. The wit nesses were clerks of my own. When signed, I was about to place it with the other papers connected with his bus iness, but the old man snappishly told me that he meant to keep that himself, and accordingly it was handed to him. " Two or three years passed, during which time I made large and frequent investments for him, but no further mention was made of his will. One morning I received a note from his housekeeper, telling of his somewhat sudden death, and shortly after reading the note I was called upon by the cousin, Henry Gunson. "lama good judge of faces and disliked the man the moment I saw him. He was not a hypocrite, and made no show of sham grief at the death of his relative ; on the contrary, he smiled, and ap peared perfectly jubilant at the stroke of good iortune. " 4 You have heard,' he said, I be lieve, of my cousin's death, and I came here because he once told me that, three or four years since, you had drawn up a will in my favor.' "All this was natural enough, but there was something in the man's man ner that made me study his face closely. It seemed to me that under an appear ance of simplicity he was playing a deep game. Yet what game could he be playing P I was forced to dismiss tbe thought, and turn my attention to business. " It is true that Mr. Stokes did in struct me to draw up such a will, but he did not in rust the keeping of the document to me,' I answered. I have the draft of it. and that is all.' "The man looked startled, but the look was not one of genuine surprise, and only made me suspect him more strongly than ever. ' Where in the world can the will be, then ? he said. Perhaps you cou.d go out with me and take charge of things, and see if it can be found P ' This was said with a curious look into my face, as if he had been saying to himself, I wonder if he suspects me P' and, contrary to my usual practice, I resolved to go in person instead of send ing a clerk. " A cab which he had kept in waiting took us to the Lousi, in which we found the nurse who hud attended the old man in bis last illn-ss, and an elderly woman wo had acted ns his housekeeper. The nurse was not so stupid as many old fashioned nurses, and took occasion, during a momentary absence ot Gunson, to draw me aside and say, I hope the old man's money won't go to that man. He was here ever so often before Mr. Stokes died, and they quarreled hot, I can tell you.' 4 What did they quarrel about P I asked, with much interest. 44 4 I think that man asked lor money, for I heard him say : ' 1 shall be vuined if I cannot pay.' I did not hear all that was said, but it was bitter while it lasted, and the old man had me in with a fearful ring of the bell, and told me to show that villain out.' " 'I saw murder in his eye,' be said, ' and not a penny of my money shall he ever finger. I wish I kr.ew where my poor girl lives. She should have it all, poor thing.' Then he ordered me out of the room, an I heard him shuffle across to the fire, and when I came back I could see he had burned something in the fireplace which, I believe, sir, was the will.' " No doubt the old man's days had been shortened by the excitement from these frequent quarrels. When a man of no moral principles, like Gunson, is given an interest in another's death, it is not at all unlikely that ho will try 'to hasten the remova of all that stands between him and a fortune especially when he thinks it can be done without danger of discovery. I felt, however, as the man rejoined me, a thorough repug nance to him, and was very near telling him not to trouble to look for the will, as I had reason to believe that it had been destroyed, but I conquered the feeling as well as I could; and, indeed, I had no evidence to prove that the will had been destroyed. " The housekeeper then showed us a trunk in which old Stokes had kept all his papers. I opened it, and at the top I found a little packet of letters from his daughter. I glanced at one; it was full of sorr w and tenderness, asking so ear nestly if she might show him their boy. The letter went on: 4 We cill him Mat thew.father ; and when we were without bread the little fellow said he would mm come to you ana asK lor some ior mother. He was sure you would not say no; but now my dear husband has work, and although it would not be to beg we should come, yet I do want, dear father, to see you once more. Over the next few words the ink had run, or the paper had got so wet that I could not read them. Perhaps if tbe miller had been alive he could have told us how this happened. I folded up the letter, and turning suddenly to Gunson, who had been look ing oyer me, I saw a sardonic smile on uis iace. wmon did not lmrtmva trv opinion of him. We went over all the papers, but could not find the will. 44 Just as I was about to close the trunk, Gunnison said : We have not looked in the pocket inside the lid.' I did so, and to my surprise came upon a folded paper, which appeared to be the will, or so exact a copy of it that I was not prepared to deny its identity. It was written on a kind of paper that I have used for that nuroose for half a lifetime, and the writing was unmistak ably that of a clerk of mine named Peter Chipps. The signatures, too; were all right, so far as I could see, but yet I had a doubt. I caught myself taking the valuable paper out of my pocket and scanning it closely when Gunson was not by, as if half expecting the senseless paper to reveal some subtle treacnery. I got back to my office as soon as pos sible, and read the will carefully through; then I hunted up the original draft, and found that it agreed perfectly. 44 For tome two or three days the mat ter stood over, for I was called out of town on urgeat business, but the morning of my return I was told that an old woman the nurse to Matthew Stokes had called to see me during my absence. She would not leave any Message, but paid she would call when I returned to town. That day as I was leaving the office the nurse came, full of apology, and hoping I should not think any the worse other for what she had to tell me. ' You know,' she said, 'I told you that I believed Mr. Stole burnt his will, and my reasons for thinking so is this. When be was asleep I picked out two little bits of paper from the ashes, and I kept them in my pocket ever since, and here they txe "Hastily taking them from her, I could see from these scraps that it must have been the will that Matthew Stokes destroyed, for they read : " ' My real ana personal Henry Gunson the testator in his presence and in ' I compared the scraps ot paper with the copy found in the trunk, and it was without doubt in the sr.me handwriting. I would have turned to the clerk, whose name stood first as a witness, but he was dead; or to the one who l ad written and witnessed the original will, and who, at this moment, I felt sure must know something ot this fraud, but he had cone to drink a j ear or two before, and I had been reluctantly compelled to part with him. I asked if anyone had his address, and by a strange coin cidence a letter had come from him that very day to one of my clerks, asking him to call, for he was very ill. The moment I got that I started off for Pe ter's lodgings in a cab. I found hiai in bed, evidently in a rapid consumption, and had only to hold up the forged will and say significantly, 'How on earth did you come to do this,' to make the blood leave his face. He would not confess, however, until I gave him a pledge that he would not be punished for his share in -he forgery, and that was more than I could take upon me to promise, so I left him, and made my way to the miserable home of the Mor leys in Golden lane. By miserable I don't mean unhappy, but poor. When I was admitted to the house I fcund they occupied two rooms on the second floor. The heiress of Stokes' large for tune was bv.sy on her knees before the fire, toasting bread lor her husband's tea, and her own rosy cheeks at the same time, and Morley himself seated in a corner of the room, writing with a swift hand at the law papers he spent his evenings in copying. Mrs. Mor ley was quite a young thing, and so good-looking that I could scarcely be lieve her the daughter of my deceased client. 44 When I told them of the death of old Matthew Stokes any one would have thought they had lost their kindest friend. His daughter was overcome with grief. I assured her that from what I had heard, her father had for given her, and that if be had known their address he certainly would have sent to them. Both listened breathlessly to my story, and then, when I gave my opinion that nothing now could stand in the way ot her inheriting her father's wealth, she simply went up to her hus band, clasped him in her arms and kissed him, and then burst into tears. But when I spoke of prosecuting her father's cousin she, with the true ten derness and tact of a woman, said : 'No; my poor father would not have dis graced a relative, even though he de served it. Perhaps it you wrote to him telling him what you have discovered he will trouble us no more.' " It was hard to let the rascal slip, but I wrote to Gunson accordingly, and if my pen had been dipped in acid, I could not have written stronger. He needed no second dose. Without even having the politeness to reply, he was off to America by tho quickest route, fearing every inch of the way, I expect, that the police were in his wake. I got the whole details of the plot out of Peter Chipps, from which it appeared that Gunson no sooner discovered that his cousin had really burned the will form erly executed in his favor, then he sought out my late clerk as a fitting tool to produce a duplicate from the draft. Tbe price given was a mere trifle some 5 or 6; but Peter bad re solved to bleed his employer without mercy the moment be got possession of the old man's money, by the means of forged document. Peter was dying when he made the confession, but Mrs. Morley was at his house next day, and took the poor fellow's breath away by telling him she would see that his wife and children were well cared for. The stricken man stared at her some moments in dead silence, and then he feebly snatched at her hand and burst into tears. He cc u Id n't speak, but the sim ple gesture said more than a thousand words could have conveyed. 44 Mrs. Morley has not been spoiled by her good fortune. She is the same lov ing and generous-hearted woman that she was in poverty. She declares to this day that she is not a whit more happy in her grand house than she was in the two-pair bak in Golden lane. And I believe she speaks the truth." Ye Olden Times Thirty years ago Michigan people were a frank and truthful set. Strangers could come here and trade horses with their eyes shut, and breach of promise cases were unknown. Folks meant what they said, and when they gave their word stuck to k. Exactly thirty years ago this month a widower from New York State appeared in Lunsing on business. That same business carried him over to De Witt, eight miles away. While en route he stopped at a log farmhouse to warm his cold fingers. He was warmly wel comed by the pioneer and his wife, both of whom were well along in years, and after some general talk, the woman queried : 44 Am I right in thinking you are a widower P" Yes." "Did you come out here to find a wife?" Partly." 4 Did anybody tell you ol our Susie P" "No." " Well, we've got as bouncing a girl of twenty-two as you ever set eyes on. She's good-looking, healthy and good tempered, and I think she'll like your looks.', "Where is sheP" "Over in the woods here, chopping down a coon-tree. Shall I blow the horn for herP" "No If you'll keep an eye on my hoisc I'll find her." "Well, there's nothing stuok up or affected about Susie. She'll say yes or no as soon as she looks you over. It you want ber don't be afraid to say so." The stranger heard the sound of her ax and followed it. He found her just as the tree was ready to fall. She was a stout, good-looking girl, swinging the ax like a man, and in two minutes he had decided to say : 44 Susie, I am a widower from New York State; I'm thirty-nine years old, have one child, own a good farm, and I want a wife. Will you go back home with me?" She leaned on the ax and looked at him for half a minute, and then replied : " Cati't say for certain. Just wait till I get these coons off my mind." She sent the tree crashing to earth, and with his help killed five coons, which were stowed way in a hollow. 44 Well, what do you sayP" he asked, as the last coon stopped kicking. " I'm your'n!" was the reply; " and by the t'me you get back from DeWitt I'll have these pelts off and tacked up and be ready for the preacher 1" He returned to the house, told the old folks that he should bring a preacher back with him, and at dusk that even ing the twain were married. Hardly an hour had been wasted in courting, and yet he took home one of the best girls in the State of Michigan. Detroit Free Vew. Hew They Build Sewers In ParlSt 44 i watched them building sewers, near the Seine, in Paris," said a Chicago capitalist to a local reporter. 44 It was splendid work. But let me tell you it costs money. The sewer I saw con structed cost $50 per lineal foot." 44 What was the process?" "In the first place, the trench was twenty fret deep and eight or ten feet wide. Th' rowers are made five feet in diamtter. W hen the trench is dug they put in a wooden pattern something lik9 if you wero to go to work and start with a bung hole and build a barrel around it. Around this wooden pattern they pack stones and fill in with cement. Nothing more. Anybody can do this. They employ the commonest kind of unskilled labor. The stone that is used is itself a kind of cement, and when packed with cement it makes a solid rock foundation. When completed the wooden pattern is taken out, and what is left is a five-foot hole through a solid rock, that will out-last time itself " A Chinese Aoiitossaeor Marquis Tseng, the Chinese ambassa dor to France and England, attracted more attention than any other person at the recent dedication of the Temple Bar memorial in London. He appeared in gorgeous array, with a purple cap, from which depended an enormous tassel, a heavy dark silk petticoat, and a yellow wide-sleeved jacket. Recollecting the utility ot Ah Sin's famous sleeve, the spectators eagerly watched the ambassa dor as he required various articles about his person. At one time he was seen to take a handkerchief from somewhere near bis right shoulder and return it to his breast. Then he drew an opera glass from one of the capacious sleeves, md appeared to produce a watch from the vicinity of his neck and put it up seemingly in his boot. Meanwhile he was all smiles, carefully observant of the ceremonies and delighted with tbe narks of distinction rendered him. . HE KNEW HOW TO TKAYEL. A Katlroad Incident In the Life off a Humorist. We were rumbling merrily along to Putnam, Connecticut, when the new man got on. 1 think he got on at Wal pole. He carried a valise, a blanket rolled up in 'a shawl strap, a cane, an umbrella and a book. He wore a plaid suit and a silk hat, and a polo cap was rolled up in his ulster pocket. In one of them, that is, for they were legion. He carried his wax matches in a little pocket on his right cuff, his little case of gentle cigarettes in a little pocket just below the handkerchief pocket; his card case in a little pocket near the right hip, then there were three other unas signed pockets on the right breast and t wo other mysterious pockets on the left side of his ulster. Then I think there were two pockets on the back of that wonderful garment, just below the shoulders, but I will not be positive. His ulster was belted in with a belt that might have done duty on the big pulley in a saw mill. He parted his beard in the middle, combed his hair low on his forehead, was very broad across his back, and had a voice as big as his ulster. He paused beside me and looked down at me. 44 This seat occupied, sirP" And he said sir like a regular army officer, with an impressive pause be tween it and the rest of the sentence, a pause just about as long as the regular nrmy officer usually occupies in saying "bless you," or words to that indirect effect. " No, sir," I said, timidly, and then with a feeble attempt at cordiality, I added, "sit down, sir.", 44 Sir," said the new man, ' I intend to I generally find a seat if the car is crowded, or I tell people what I think about it." And then he sat down, partly on the seat and partly in my lap, crushing me up again t the window. He put his silk hat in the rack and the polo cap down over his manly brow; he stood his cane and umbrella up in my end of the seat and set his valise upon my feet. Then he folded his arms so that one of his great elbows jimmed itself into my cheek, and then he looked comfortable. Once in a while he would suddenly feel in his pocket for something, and every time he did so, that elbow went cruising up and down my ribs like a street crusher. In one of these sudden disturbances I ventured, with a feeble effort at timid sarcasm, to " hope that I didn't incom mode himP" "No, sir!" said the new man, with considerable italics; "no, sir; I'd let you know very quickly if you did, sir. I'd tell you what I thought about it." Presently he took out his little cigar ette case, and a neat little meerschaum holder and made preparations forth comfort of a smoke, but the brakeman touched his shoulder and told him he must go forward to the smoking car. " Isn't this the smoking carP" yelled the new man, nearly grinding me to powder as he turned to face the brahe man. "No, sir;" replied that functionary, very airily; 44 this is a ladies' car." " Well, by jove," said the new man, 44 1 took it for the smoking car, and not a very nice one at that. It looks like a smoking car, and the people in it like the people I generally find in a smoker." And then he grcund around toward me again and said : " I'm an old traveler, and when I don't like anything I tell what I think about it. That is where you'll generally find me." I wanted to say something smart, but somehow or other I zouldn't think of any thing very appropriate just then, so I held my peace, and nerved my wrath against not only the new man, but the fat passenger, whom I could hear behind me making pleasant re marks about my position. By-and-bye we stopped at some station where there was a great Concord stage waiting, and the new man was oneot the first passen gers to rush out, saying he would have a box seat or they'd hear what he thought about it. Well, I guess he got it. He was climbing up over the forward wheel, roaring at the apathetic driver to tak his valise, when the train started and the noise frightened the horses, and they made a plunge. The new man stepped on the wheel and was thrown headlong on the ground, snapping his umbrella and cane in tbe spokes of the wheel as he fell. His hat rolled off, his valise fell in front of the wheel, which passed over it, and two or three men, making a rush for the horses, stepped on his hat. I couldn't get my window up in time to cheer, but the sad passenger got his head out, and as the train moved off the crowd around the coach and the new man was thrilled by a tender, insinua ting voice, that came singing back from the car window with a melancholy in tonation: ' I say, tell 'em what you think about itl" -Burlington Eawkeye. Wanted One Jost Like it. The husband of a fashionable Galves ton lady was reading the paper at break fast the other morning about a railroad accident in New York. He remarked s 44 The damage done to the train is esti mated at $18,000." 44 What a splendid, dress that must have been! I wonder what kind of ma terial the train was made ofP Oh, George, I must send to New York for one exactly like IWQalvetion Newt Indian Children. A comical characteristic of Indian children is the excessively protuberant abdomen and the thin legs and arms; a fat, chunky boy or girl, is a rare sight among these people. Thought!? boys haunt the streams and lake oraches throughout spring, summer and au tumn, swimming therein like ducks.and as often as beavers, yet thej always ap pear begrimed, oily, and dirty; they never have any trouble with their hair, and it matters little to them or their friends whether the frowzy topknot is ever combed, parted in the middle or at the side, or parted at all; they troop about the village, now rollicking, now cowering like so many monkeys. The eyes ot an averag e Indian boy are small and black; they are prominent, without visible eyebrows; large eyes are despised, because it is claimed they are weak and timid ; therefore, a handsome boy must have small etty optics, large mouth full of stout teeth, and a deep chest; while the handsomest girl is the strongest of her age. The pappoose, after being weaned, for the next five or six years keeps about its mother, or abuses an older sister, if he has one; he pays earnest and prompt attention to meals, and is Beldom seen without something in his mouth; he rolls contentedly in the ashes of the fire, and spends hours during these tender years in toasting over the coals little strips of meat or fish impaled on twigs or forked sticks; he becomes early known to all the dogs in the village, and attaches himself to some favorite one or two of them, which receive all the fresh bones and other dainty mor sels that he has to spare from day to day. Gradually the spidtr-like arms and legs grow stronger, and he begins to essay murder with the bow and arrow, to imitate the strut of the war riors as they stalk from lodge to lodge; he rolls himself up to sleep every night in the snuggest and most convenient place he can find in the " teppee," cither at the feet ol his parents or coiled up with his relatives. The pappoose finds his own playthings as a rule, though his father occasionally unbend s far enough to fashion his first bow an i rrow. He delights in playing ball, but not in catching it, as our boys do. It is usually a game similar to "shinny" when played by the Indians. He delights, also, in setting small snares for grouBe, rabbits and water-fowl, and takes real honest boyish satisfaction in robbing birds' nests ; but when the berry season arrives, then is he happiest, and his cup of content runs over. The slender nether limbs are fairly bowed and groggy beneath the fruit-distended abdomen. As the boys are never sub jected to bearing the burdens, and hardly ever put upon their feet before they are two years old, the sight ol bowed or knock-kneed legs among them is very rare indeed; but the practice of setting the young girls at the duty, mornings and evenings, of bringing packs of wood and water, causes nearly all of them to be inclined either out or in at the knees. .Ships that have Merer Been Heard From. The following European steamers have never been heard of after leaving port: The President, which sailed from New York on March 11, 1841, had among her passengers Tyrone Power, the famous Irish comedian, and a son of the Duke of Richmond. The Great Britain was lost in a storm on the const of Ireland ; left September 22,1810. The City of Glnsgow was never heard ot after leaving Glasgow in the spring of 1854 ; 480 lives were lost. The Pacific was never heard from after January S3, 1856, when she left Liverpool; 300 lives lost. The Tempest was never heard from after she left New York on February S6, 1857. The Connaught was burned off the coast of Massachusetts October 7, 1860. The United Kingdom left New York April 17, 1869; was never heard from; eighty lives lost. The City of Boston left New York January 25, 1870,. and was never after ward heard from; about 160 lives lost. The Hlbernia foundered off the Irish coast November 29, 1868, but was heard from. Tbe Carolina was wrecked on the Irish coast November 29, 1868, and fifty lives lost. The Ismalia left New York September 29. 1873, and is yet utiheard of. Effect of Tea on the 8fcln. If you place a few drops of strong tea upon a piece of iron, a knife blade, for instance, the tannate of iron is formed, which is black. If you mix tea with iron filings, or pulverized iron, you can make a fair article' of ink. If you mix it with fresh human blood, it forms with the iron of the blood the tannate of iron. Take human skin and let it soak for a time in strong tea, and it will be come leather. Now, when we remem ber that the liquids which enter the stomach are rapidly absorbed by tbe venous absorbents of the stomach, and enter into the circulation and are thrown out of the system by the skin, lungs and kidneys, it is probable that a drink so common as tea, and so abundantly used, will have some effect. Can it be possi ble that tannin, introduced with so much liquid-producing respiration, will have no effect upon the skin? Look at the tea-drinkers of Russia, the Chinese, and the old women of America, who have so long continued the habit of drinking strong tea. Are they not dark-colored and leather-skinned P ITEMS OP INTEREST. 44 I'm drawing a conclusion," re marked Aminidab, as he pulled the cat's tail. Ed. L. Adams. An Ohio girl was deserted by her lover at the very foot of the altar. Lucky girl 1 That is the narrowest es cape on record. Botion Transcript. We would inform 44 A Reader "that the term 44 mind your p's and q's" orig inated with the Chinese. It formerly stood : " Mind you teas and queues." The Peruvian dollar is now worth two and a half cents, and the Peru vian who can head a charitable sub scription with fifty dollars is a rarity. A story in three chapters: Chapter I-Jones started a drug store. Chapter II. His cash ran out. Chapter II I. Jones followed his cash. Fhiladdphux Hem. When ttie coox pliced the turkey on the table, upside down on the dish that is with its back up the htad of the house got his back up, too, gave lier a withering look and almost profanely asked if she " s'posed he was going to crawl utdcr the table and cut a hole up through the plate, to get at tbe breast of the fowlP" Norristown Herald. A little boy having heard his father say that a certain neighbor was a fore handed man, became very anxious to see him ; but when the coveted oppor tunity came, the little fellow, after look ing at him carefully, and seeing that he had but one arm, exclaimed in a tone of bitter disappointment : " You ain't four handed a bit. You've only one hand. What makes pa fib soP " An explana tion was necessary. The Vice-President's receipt to the messengers bringing the electoral votes of the States reads as follows: 44 Re ceived of -, claiming to be a messenger to deliver the Bame, a sealed package purporting to contain a certifi cate of the vote given for President and Vice-President of the United States by the electors of the State of , alleged to have been elected November the 2d, 1880." When a man wants to enlist in the arm ot China his courage is subjected to a very unusual test. The recruiting officer places the candidate in a chair and proceeds to extract a tooth, and the conduct of the patient under this ordeal is said to decide the question as to his fitness for the military service of the empire. If he howls and jumps up and down he is pronounced unfit; but If he smiles and exhibits generally a feeling cf satisfaction he secures a permanent place in the ranks. An American correspondent in Ire land says in a recent letter: "Many Eng lishmen of reputation as writers on so cial and political economy are wander ing about Ireland just njw. In conver sation with them one is struck with the fact that they have become convinced that the landlord must bend or break. If he does not make concessions which he privately regards as monstrous, he will see the system of rental abolished. The twelve thousand land owners ol Ireland must pay careful attention to the present outcry of the six hundred thousand tenants unless they wish to be swept away." Of the 1,628,000,000 gallons of milk produced in the United States in a year, it is probable that about one-eighth Is used in rearing and fattening of calves, leaving a balance of 1,424 500,000 gallons for consumption in the form of milk, butter, cheese and in cooking. If this was all made into cheese it would pro duce over 500,000 tons of ripe cheese, assuming that a little over a gallon of milk makes one pound of green cheese and that it loses fifteen per cent, in ripening. This would give us about ten ounces per head, per week. Or it would make 230,000 tons of butter, receiving twenty-two pints to the pound, or five ounces per head, per week. A Forger's Career. A Boston letter to the Cincinnati En Ifutrersajs: Advices just received here go to show that the fugitive Rev. Ezra D. Winslow, forger, who ran away from Boston with over $500,000, is now editor ot the Buenos Ayres Herald, in South America. The evidence shows that after the English government re fused to surrender him he went to South America, where he assumed the name of Lowe and became a great church member and agent of the National Bank Note company, of New York. By credit he got control of the Buenos Ayres Herald and got a fat billet as a mediator between tbe Argentine Con federation and Chili, out of which he reaped a good harvest with certain banicers. A short time since he published a long obituary ot his wife, at present living in this city, and went into mourn ing, but soon after married a sixteen-year-old girl, the daughter of a wealthy family in Buenos Ayres. Last month the fact of the existence of the first wife reached Buen )s Ayres, and there was trouble in his new family. He smoothed matters by claiming that wife No 1 had been divorced, when the contrary is the fact, and he still continues to "roll in clover." Investigation here goes to show that a few weeks since he wrote to parties here offering to placo 9 1 5.000 in the hands of wife No. 1 if she woulO get a divorce from him. She b alrnn-it broken hearted, and a physical wreck, but yet is disposed to continue Lcr bur den without complaint, although r friends and relatives have adviicd h r to get a divorce from her notorium bxsb&nd. m m m m urn il i m 1, mi m Vrm pi i.'.. m V f t? ii i "n ; 1 i- : I ;.