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(ESTltw H. A. LONDON, Jr., EDITOR AND rKOPRIETOB. BATES or ADVERTISING. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION: One square, one Insertion, One square, two Insertions, One square, one month, - 11.00 1.50 3.50 One'lT. one year, -one copy , six months Ou ropy, three mouths, 2.00 1.00 .50 vol. m. PITTSBORO', CHATHAM CO., N. C, JULY 14, 1881. NO. d4. Tor larger advertisements liberal contracts w'fl made. Memory's Song. The earth cast off her snowy shrouds, Ami overhead the skies Looked down between the Boft white clouds, As blue as children's eyes : The breath of spring was all too sweet, 8he said, T.'o like the spring that came ere ho was dead. 'ihc grass began to grow that day, The llowers awoke from sleep, Ami round her did the sunbeams play Till she was fain to weep. Tho light will surely blind my eyeSj she said, It whines so brightly still, yet he is dead. The buds grew glossy in the sun On many a leafless tree, The little brooks did laugh and run With most melodious glee. O .' they make a jocund noise, she said ; All filings forget him now that ho is dead. The wind had from tho almond flung lied blossoms round her feet, Ou hazel boughs the catkins hung, The willow blooms grew sweet. Talm w illows, fragrant with the spring.she said, He always found tho first but he is dead. Right golden was the crocus flame, And touched with purest green The small white flower of stainless name Above the ground was seen. He used to love the white and gold, she said ; The snowdrops come again, and he is dead. I would not wish him back, she cried, In this dark world of pain ; For him the joys of life abide, For me its griefs remain. I would not wish him back again, she said, But spring is hard to bear now he is dead. .1. Matheson in JfacmiUan's Magazine. ALL FOR LOVE. One pleasant July evening in the sum mer of 1875 a party of three two ladies and a gentleman drove to the principal hotel at Rockville and inquired for rooms. The clerk eagerly showed them the apartments then vacant, and the next morning the hotel register exhib ited the following names : ''Mrs. Lin ington, Miss Linington, Robert Lining ton, all of Baltimore." The first few days passed, and the other guests saw but little of the new arrivals. 4 'Rather exclusive, I suppose," re marked one gentleman, who would not have objected to a mild flirtation with Miss Linington. "Oh, that will wear off in a few days," returned his friend, eagerly. A half contemptuous shrug of the shoulders was the only response, but at the same time Mr. Scott Selwyn resolved that, if any effort of his would serve to remove the "exclusiveness" of the new arrivals, that effort should certainly be forthcoming. Accordingly, the same evening, a Robert Linington a young fellow of twenty-one or two was sitting on the veranda, he was joined by Mr. Selwyn, who lost no time in proffering a cigar and entering into conversation. "Do you remain here long'?" he in quired, after a few commonplace re marks. "Well, I can hardly say at present, returned Bob Linington. "I expect a friend Mr. Marvin here shortly, and if the place proves as agreeable to him as it has to us, in all probability we shall spend the summer here." As Selwyn had expected, it was not long before Mrs. Linington and her daughter appeared on the ladies' end of the veranda, and Bob, thoroughly won over by the engaging manners of his new acquaintance, proposed throwing way their cigars and. joining them. The acquaintance, thus begun, very soon ripened into friendship, and by the time Mr. Marvin arrived Scott Selwyn was looked upon as one of the party. He was not such a favorite with Max Marvin, however ; from their first meet ing there seemed to be a latent antago nism between them, and in a few weeks they were open rivals for the hand of pretty Rose Linington. If one was avored more than the other it was cer tainly Marvin, who had the advantage of being Bob's friend, and this fact only served to increase his rival's enmity. Encouraged by the smile which Rose always had for him, Max at length ven tured to lay his heart at her feet and was refused. "Can you give me no hope, Miss Lin ington?" he asked, his dark face stern in its agony. "I am very, very sorry this has hap pened, Mr. Marvin," she answered, frankly, "but it would not be right for me to deceive you my decision is final. I trust, however, that we can still be friends." "Certainly as yon wish it," he re plied. "And if ever you really need a friend you have only to send for me. I will be faithful until death." And as Max Marvin left her, Rose felt that he would be true to his promise. Much as he was inclined, after this, to banish himself from the presence of the woman he loved, there was one thing which induced him to put private feel ing aside for the present and remain at the hotel, and this was Bob Linington's growing intimacy with Selwyn. For Eome time Max had suspected that Scott Selwyn was a gambler, though, being unable to reallj prove his suspicions, he had kept them to himself. But one evening, as he was passing the public house, two men entered, and as the door opened to admit them, Max at once recognized Bob and Selwyn. "Ah ! I have you at last, Master Sel wyn," thought Marvin. But ha waited some little time before following them in. The room was crowded with players of all classes not a few of them being guests at the hotel some of whom were engaged at billiards, while others were playing cards. Engaged at the latter game were the two of whom Max was in search, and as he approached the table at which they were playing he saw Sel wyn deftly slip a card up his sleeve. Stepping quickly to his side, Max seized his arm. "I have long suspected you of being a gambler, Mr. Selwyn," he said, in tones loud enough to be heard by all, "but now I see that I must also brand you as a cheat." And as Marvin spoke he drew his penknife from his pocket and opened it with his teeth. "It's a lie !" gasped Scott Selwyn, furiously struggling to free himself, "and one which I defy you to prove." "Yes, yes ! Prove it !" cried the by standers, to whom Selwyn was well known. Without a word Max ripped open Sel wyn's sleeve, and the card dropped on the table. "There is my proof," he said, qui etly. A murmur of approval now ran through the room, which was speedily checked as Scott Selwyn, livid with rage and mortification, sprang toward the man who had exposed him. Marvin stepped back, just in time to avoid the blow, and before Selwyn could repeat the at tempt he was seized and held by sev eral of the on-lookers. "Let me go !" he cried, choking with fury. "I will show that coward what it is to accuse a gentleman of cheating !" "Take care, sir!" said Max, sternly. "Don't try me too much or I may be tempted to give you the punishment you so richly deserve." As he spoke Marvin turned to Bob, wlo had been a silent spectator of the whole scene, and, taking his arm, made his way to the door. Once outside, young Linington gave free vent to his fury against Scott Selwyn. "Why, Max, he has all but ruined me !" he exclaimed when Marvin tried to reason with him. "Time and again have I given him my note of hand for money which he has won, as I supposed, in all fairness. But I will make him pay for this yet," he added, savagely, "if it costs me my life." "Nonsense, Bob!" said Max, quietly. "You will do nothing of the kind, for it will break your mother's heart if she ever hears that her son is a gambler. We must keep this affair as quiet as pos sible ; so I think it will be better that you should leave the place for a short time and let me settle with Selwyn. You have been terribly foolish, but I hope it will be a lesson to you for the future." "Yes," said Bob, beginning to see the true aspect of the case, "I promise you that if you will get me safely out of this scrape, I will never touch a card again." "Very well," replied Max; "it is a bargain. So to-morrow you will leave for Washington, where I have a friend, to whom I will give jou a letter of intro duction, and with whom you will remain during your stay. When I have cleared you with Selwyn I will send for you but not before. And now, good-night, and good luck to you," added Marvin, wringing his hand, and before Bob could thank him he was gone. The next morning young Linington took his departure, ostensibly to visit a friend, and MaxMarvin knew that for him the most difficult part of the whole affair was yet to come. For how could he treat with the man who had called him a coward before a room-full of peo ple, and whose insult had gone unpun ished? Scott Selwyn's words had not stung the less for being quietly received, and had it not been for Bob's sake well, more, perhaps, for the sake of some one nearly related to Bob he would not have escaped so easily. But Max had promised the lad to save him from the consequences of his folly, and before he had been gone an hour Marvin was in Selwyn's rooms, trying to redeem Bob's "papers." To his infin ite surprise Scott seemed very reluctant to part with the notes, and at length asked for time to think the matter over. "How much time do you want ?" ques tioned Marvin, adding, "I can't see why you should hesitate ; of course I will pay you the full value of the notes,-the same as Linington himself would do only, as it is, you will receive the money im mediately, whereas it maybe months before he is able to redeem them all." "Give me a week," Selwyn answered, doggedly, "then you shall have my answer." And Max was forced to let him have his way. Before the wesk had passed, there came a day never to be forgotton by Marvin when Scott Selwyn was mis sing. A search resulted in the discovery of his lifeless body in a patch of woods near the depot, and beside it lay Max Marvin's pistol. 1 am sorry to deal harshly with yon, sir," said the constable who arrested Max, "but this speaks for itself and I must do my duty." As the man spoke he pointed to the pistol, of which he had taken possession, and with a pang Max realized it as one which he had loaned to Bob Linington but a few days before. The truth flashed on him, and in an instant his resolve was taken. "I admit my guilt," he said, quietly. "Do with me what you will." In a little while he was taken to the county jail, and there safely lodged, to await his trial for the murder of Scott Selwyn. It was several weeks before the trial came on, and during that time Max had plenty of leisure to reflect upon the course he had taken but never once did he regret it. That Bob Linington had returned to Rockville secretly and killed Selwyn, Marvin felt was not to be doubted though whether the muider was the result of an accident, or whether Bob had used the pistol in self-defence, he, perhaps, would never know; but that the deed was to be traced to either of these causes, Max would have staked his life. In spite of Bob's words immediately after the quarrel with Selwyn which were evidently spoken in the heat of passion and in spite of his borrowing M trvin's cwn pistol ostensibly for the prrpose of killing a wounded horse Max could never bring himself to be lieve the la I guilty of committing a de liberate murder. But the one consideration which had untold weight in causing Marvin to declare himself the criminal was the fact that Bob was Rose's brother; and while he had the power to save her from it, she should never have the pain of knowing that her brother was a murderer. The trial itself was not a very long ordeal ; the prisoner's prejudice against the victim from the first ; the quarrel in the card room ; and last, the finding of Marvin's pistol close behind the body of the murdered man, all went to make up a case which hardly needed the prisoner's confession to render it complete. Max was ably defended ; the brilliant speech with which Mr. Morton closed his case told well with the jury, and when they delivered the verdict the foreman added a recommendation for mercy. The judge delivered the sentence twenty years at hard labor amid breath less silence, and Max was removed to his cell. The next day he was to be taken to his future home, and that night as he lay on his prison cot, he thought of how the lad for whom he was being so hardly punished had quietly accepted the sacrifice without one word, and his great heart hardened a little ; for how was he to know that even as he lay there Rose Linington, watching beside her dying brother, eagerly scanned every newspaper for the first news of the fate of the man who had suffered so much for her and hers? Max had been but a few months in his terrible prison-home when one day the warden sent for him, and in a few moments he found himself in the pres ence of his lawyer, Mr. Morton, who lost no time in telling him of the glad tidings which he had brought Max was free. "Robert Linington has been called to a higher tribunal to answer for his crime," said the old man, with emotion, "but he made a confession which com pletely exonerates you, and the sentence of the court has been revoked." Then the lawyer told how, on the day of the murder, Bob returned quietly to Rockville, in answer to a telegram from Selwyn, signed with Marvin's name, asking him to be in the woods (where the body was afterward found) at a certain hour. Bob repaired to the appointed place, and was soon joined "by Selwyn, who confessed to the sending of the telegram, and then mentioned Marvin's generous offer to redeem Lin-, ington's "notes," adding that he had not yet accepted the offer, and would only do so on condition of Bob's re pairing to a place named by Selwyn, and enticing Rose to join him there, when Scott would immediately follow. Aroused by the consummate villainy of the fellow, Bob struck him ; a fight ensued, and in the midst of the blows Selwyn managed to draw and open his jack-knife. Bob gave himself up for lost, when suddenly remembering Mar vin's pistol (which he had brought in the expectation of meeting Max and re turning it to him), he drew it, and fired at random. His aim had been only too sure, and Selwyn sank to the ground, shot through the heart. Nearly crazed with what he had done, Bob fled to his own home, in Baltimore, and before another day had passed he was in a raging fever. Mrs. Linington and Rose were immediately summoned, and while Max lay in his cell awaiting his trial, the real murderer lay on his bed, raving wildly in delirium. At last the fever abated, and with the little strength he had left, Bob told of his secret visit to Rockville and its fatal ending. Rose took the precaution to have his confession written out in full, and the young fellow lived only long enough to append his signature. Mrs. Linington survived her son but a few weeks, and Rose waited until her mother was laid to rest before making Bob's confession public. "Where is Miss Linington now?" Max inquired, huskily, as the lawyer concluded his tale. "At the village hotel, where she de sires to see you if only for a few minutes," was the reply. Max was not long in changing his prison garb for one more suitable, and jumping into the carriage which Mr. Morton had waiting, he was speedily driven to the hotel. Rose was standing at the window as Max entered the room, but on hearing his step she turned and held out her hand. "Mr. Marvin," she said, quietly, "I could not let yon go without telling you how deeply grateful I am for your noble sacrifice in behalf of poor Bob." "My thanks are due to you," Max answered, "for making his confession public, and obtaining my re" "It was but just," she interrupted : "I dare not think of what you have suf fered already ; but to have prolonged that suffering would have been cruel and dishonorable in the extreme." "Miss Linington," said Marvin, hast ily, as he noticed a look on her beauti ful face which set his pulses throbbing wildly, "you say your conduct was but just, will you not be merciful as well, and let me feel that I have something to live for after all? Rose, will you be mv wife ?" There were tears in Rose Linington's soft gray eyes as she quietly answered "If you want me, Max, I am yours forever." And Max Marvin felt that he had fairly won his bride. 'The Best Thing for Pap." When John Gilbert was walked out to be tried for drunkenness a boy about fourteen years old rose up and walked iorwara to ine Dar ana saia to tne courtw "He's my old pap." "Well, prisoner, the charge against you is drunkenness," said his Honor. "I deny it !" was the prompt response. "Now, see here, pap," said the boy as he faced around, "there ain't no use in your acting that wav. You was drunk, and you might as well own up. Lying ain't no good when forty men saw you staving blind." "Well, I guess I was drunk." "I think you have been here several times before," observed the court. "No, sir no, sir never here before, and I'll leave it to Tommy." "Oh ! pap, what a liar !" sighed the boy. "You have been here three times this spring." "Well, then, I have," growled the old man. "I think I told you I should send you up if you came again." "No, sir, you didn't I hope to die if you did!" "Now, pap, you know he did. He's bin powerful kind to you, and you shouldn't tell lies." Well, then, he told me so." "I guess I'd better send him for sixty days," observed his Honor to the boy. "lr-e-s, about sixty," was the reply. "I won't be sent !" shouted the old man. "Oh, yes you will. They've got the law on you, pap, and they kin chuck you up as easy as eatin' crackers." "Well, then, I'll go." "Yes, go right along. Mam and I will come and see ye purty often, and it'll do ye good to git clear of whisky. Go 'long, pap, and good-bye to ye." "I hate to, but I will. Good-bye, Tommy." The boy went out whistling, and the father sat down in the corridor and mut tered that Thomas was probobly correct in having him sent up, though he should miss the big end of the berry season. Free Press. Dangers of Dentistry, Usually dental surgeons take great care to keep their implements clean. Sometimes, however, the patient is dis gusted with the sight of more or less ancient blood stains on forceps and other implements which are to go in his mouth. A correspondent in Maine submits a local newspaper report of an accident to a Bangor dentist which sug gests the query whether there may not be danger of blood poisoning to the zard of the patient's life when the surgeon is not careful with respect to the cleanliness of his implements. In the case reported the accidental prick ing of a finger with a sharp instrument used by the dentist while filling a tooth, resulted in a serious case of pyaemia. In this instance the dentist was the sufferer. Suppose the poisoned tool had pricked the gum of the patient ? Whether the poison came from the diseased tooth then being operated on, or was due to some previous operation, does not appear, and would not much matter to a patient who should be poi soned in that way. In either case the injury might be fatal. From a moral point of view, however, it would make a great difference whether the patient furnished the poison or the dentist. It goes without saying that untidiness in the dentist's chair is dangerous as well as disgusting, and should not be toler ated. Scientific American. SENATOR BECK'S BIDE. How a Sleepy Old Mare Astonished Him. A vi via inscription ot a Fast Horse's Ferformance . Senator Beck, of Kentucky, told the following story to a Washington corres pondent: I don't remember just what year it was," Mr. Beck said, "but it was before I came to Congress and when I was quite a young man, that I was in New York city. It was in the days when the old Bloomingdale road was a favorite drive for New Yorkers with fast horses. Now I like a fast horse myself, and I thought I had ridden behind some. One afternoon I was up town, or what was at that time up town in New York, and a gentleman came along whom I knew. His name was Captain Norris. He was driving a dreadfully bony and angular looking mare, and when he asked me if I would like to take a seat beside him I was almost ashamed to get in behind such a specimen of horseflesh. Still, I knew that Captain Norris was something of a lover of horses, and beside I couldn't in courtesy refuse him; so I pot in. The sleepy-seeming old mare jogged along in the most tiresome way. Her head hung down, and it seemed as though it was all she could do to drag her legs along. "We'll go out on the Bloomingdale road if you don't mind, the captain said, 'and see some of the steppers.' "Well, that would be pleasant enough, for I thought I would have a chance to see a brush or two between some of the noted horses of New York of that day. I said to the captain that I almost won dered why he wasn't out with a steppar himself, knowing how fond he was of fast driving. He said that he sometimes did take a fast horse out, and I remember looking at the dingy, bony mare, and feeling for the captain some of the shame which I thought he ought to have felt for himself. I noticed, too, that the peo ple whom we passed, who recognized him, were staring at his mare, and I thought that they were wondering how it was that Captain Norris was out with such a plug as that. "By-and-by a noble animal passed us. The gentleman who was driving looked, as he passed, around at the captain. I noticed that the captain nodded, and that he took a little firmer grip of the reins. The gentleman slowed up a lit tle, sufficiently to 1st us pass. " , Try it, Cap," he shouted. "The captain nodded. "I saw that the mare lifted her head a little as the grip on the reins tightened and put some little animation into her feet. By-and-by we heard the clatter of hoofs back of us. I looked around and saw that the gentleman was coming at a splendid pace. " 'See if he passes us,' said the captain. as he made one little chirrup to the mare. "Gentlemen, I have seen transforma tion scenes ; I have seen the old man in the opera of 'Faust' changed in an instant to the handsome voung fellow. I have seen a politician change his coat, but I never saw such a transformation as then happened. The mare lifted her head. Her ears no longer hung limp. They were erect and tossed to catch the sound of those approaching hoofs. Her dingy body now seemed to gleam, and her legs looked like the spokes of a rapidly revolving wheel. She was all fire, all animation, all electricity. I could think of nothing but a locomotive rushing along at the rdte of a mile a minute. Heavens how the wind cut my face. " 'Look out for vour hat. Beck,' said the captain, and I pulled it down over my ears. I glanced quickly at the cap tain : he held the reins firmly and his eyes were fixed ahead. Wewereplung ing ahead on a whirlwind. I thought what a beauty that mare now is, and I thought there was only one end of it all annihilation. I grabbed the seat firmly with both hands, and I pressed my feet against the dashboard. The wind moaned in my ears, although we made the breeze ourselves. I could hardly breathe, I could not see, except awav anead. X Knew we were passing team after team, and I heard the people cheer. I shut myyes. I thought the crash would come. I would have begged the captain to stop if the speed had not been so great that speech was im possible. I said to myself, James Beck, your day has come. Whew-w-w-w! how we were flying. There was no motion excepting speed. We were flying over the road, horse and riders, seemingly impelled by an unseen, irresistible power. I opened my eyes once and saw some men away ahead waving their hats. In an instant we had reached and passed them, and as we went by the three men seemed mingled into one. When will this end? I wondered. The suspense was awful. I wanted whatever was going to happen to happen at once. It seemed as though we had been an hour riding when the speed slackened slower and slower and at last the mare stopped. I opened my eyes and saw that we were standing at a roadside inn. " 'Are yon through, captain T I tremblingly asked. " 'Yes,' he said, laughing, 'let's take a ( little Santa Cruz.' "The captain turned the mare over to a hostler and we went inside, and I helped myself pretty liberally. " 'Captain, you gave me a great fright,' I said. 'I had no idea that mare could go. Why she's fit to be a racer.' " 'Yes, I don't know but she is,' said the captain, nonchalantly. " How long were we coming down here?' I asked. " 'About eight minutes.' "'How far is it?' " 'About four miles.' "Here a man touched me and drew me aside. 'Don't you know that mare, man ?' he asked. " 'No.' " 'That's Lady Suffolk.' " 'The fleetest mare of her day,' said Senator Butler. "'Yes,'" replied Senator Beck. By- and-by we started home, and as we trotted leisurely back we met the team that had at first passed us, and which we subsequently passed on the light ning's wings. Then I knew why every body stared at the mare." Fashion Flashes. The sleeve which is gathered at the top and has a ruffle ab the' wrist is Spanish. Sachets for the bureau drawers are now made big enough to contain a whole suit of underclothing. The flounces of some French silk crowns for summer are ravelled into fringes instead of being hemmed. Evening shawls in rich colors come so cheap this year that there seems to be no excuse for wearing knit breakfast shawls. A cascade of lace and ribbon running from the left shoulder to the right side of the skirt, and ending there with bow, makes a pretty trimming for a child's dress. Crape is no longer sacred to mourn ing, and a new style gown of crape, made up over cloth, is seen at entertain ments at which people in mourning would not dare to appear. Steel ornaments are the only kind fit to wear with a steel-trimmed dress, and ladies are murmuring that there are no steel bracelets to be had lace-pins, comb and earrings being all that the manufac turers have provided as yet. Civilization advances with rapid strides in Japan, where since last New Year's day the fashion of wearing false hair has spread fast, in consequence of a lady who was presented to the Empress having put on a chignon in order to hide baldness. There is no better recipe for making yourself look ugly than by wearing shoulder care. Yet they are not all equally ugly. If you want to be taken for a descendant of the Witch of Endor, the stvle called "mediaeval" will be found most efficacious for that purpose. The ordinary handkerchief will no do to slip in the pocket of the cloaks which the beauties intend to have wrapped round them this summer when they step out the sea. It must be handkerchief with a deeply pointed border. A novelty in bonnets is the exact shape of a flour scoop. It turns straight up at the back, the brim projecting over the face. A mass of shaded roses dec orates the front, and the broad loops which cover the crown and form the stiings are composed of Surah ribbon shaded in the rose colors. The Jersey is still worn. It is now of beads and is cut something like a child's apron without sleeves. In the back are two whalebones covered with silk for the lacing of the waist. The neck piece is of beaded fringe, and the same trim ming is on the lower part of the basque. This waist, when examined in the hand, seems very odd, but when worn it is most elegant, as it sets perfectly in to the figure. The plainest waist can be made handsome in a few seconds by means of this beaded garment. It re quires no fitting, covers everything, and is consequently most serviceable. Among the novelties in dress orna ments are white or gray mother-of-pearl rings, destined for the cordelieres, which lace over the waists. These rings have two holes, like ordinary buttons, to fasten them against the dress. Be fore the waist is laced it must be hooked underneath by means of a false band. Another new article is a double fasten ing of mother-of-pearl or passementerie. The waist closes down the front as it does for the pearl rings, and the orna ments are down the center of the waist and suits. White mother-of-pearl clasps are charming over light-colored cos tumes. A blue jacket just completed has these fastenings all the way down the front. On the sleeves, revers and pockets are the same ornaments. 'Did you slip ?" they asked the old gentleman as they picked him up. "Oh, no," he growled, "of course not. I was trying to see if I could sit down on that coal-hole top hard enough to break it. Did it just for the fun of the thing." And he glared at them very savagely, and they somehow felt mighty foolish. At the base of the Santa Catalini mountains, in Arizona, and about six miles north of Camp Lowell, the re mains of an ancient town, covering over sixty acres, hare been discovered ITEMS OF INTEREST The San Francisco Examiner prints a story to the effect that the real Roger Tichborne is living at San Diego, Cali fornia. A Jersey milkman milks his cow from door to door. This enough to bring tears to the eyes of the hardest-hearted hvdrant. St. Louis belles, not having enough of their own "woman's glory" to satisfy them, import each year 5,000 pounds of false hair. Sarah Bernhardt says her net profit from her American tour was nearly $200,000, and that her manager made rather more. General Robert Toombs, speaking of the Bible revision, said : "They have killed the devil and knocked the bot tom out of hell." The "Bonanza Q.ieen's" latest pur chase in Paris was a mirror with a gold frame, said to have been originally owned by the Empress Josephine. Gambetta has always three glasses before him on his desk when presiding in the Chamber of Deputies a glass of lemonade, a glass of red wine, and an opera glass. Henry Ward Beecher and his wife have disposed of the house in Brooklyn in which they have resided for twenty five years, and in future are to board with their son. Mr. Joseph Longworth, for the Cin cinnati Art Museum trustees, has directed the purchase of all of Lessing's paintings, now catalogued in Europe for sale. The fashionable summer bonnet for 8 81 is to be profusely decorated with flowers, and provided in the rear with a fire escape, so that the wearer's friends can climb to the top and see the trim mings. About two hundred Chinamen attend the Sunday schools in Brooklyn, and in going to and fro they march ir. single-file, two rarely walking side by side. They are exemplary in their attendance, and are greatly attached to their teachers, which they manifest by little gifts sent them from China. There is a mine in the tombstone region of Arizona with the ill-omened name of "Total Wreck." It has been incorporated with a capital of $1,400, 000, and is pronounced to be a perfect bonanza, as there is not less than 42, 000 tons of ore in sight, which assays at from $90 to $100 per ton. THE FAMILY DOCTOR. To Remove Dandruff. This is a natural secretion but becomes a cuta neous complaint by neglect. Take an ounce of powdered borax, a piece of un slacked lime the size of a chestnut, and a lablespoonful of spirits of ammonia ; put them in a quart bottle and fill it up with boiled or pump water. After twelve hours apply this wash to the scalp. Ladies can apply it best with a tine sponge. Rinse with tepid water. After a few applications the scales will disappear, the hair become soft and brilliant, and the young hair will be seen to start out. Dandruff should be cured gradually, so as not to produce sick headache or dizziness by its sudden suppression. A Cuke fob Eabache. There lis hardly any ache to which children , are subject so bad to bear and difficult to cure as the earache. But there is a remedy never known to fail. Take a bit of cotton batting, put on it a pinch of black pepper, gather it up and tie it,' dip it in sweet oil and insert it in the ear. Put a flannel bandage over the head to keep it warm. It wiU give immedi ate relief. Cuke for BlxccouGii. A medical jour nal gives the following safe and simple means of relieving this troublesome disorder: "Inflate the lungs as fully as possible, and thus press firmly on the agitated diaphragm. In a few seconds the spasmodic action of the muscle will jease." This may be true of ordinary hiccough; but this symptom occurring in advanced cases of disease accom panied with great prostration is almost invariably an indication that death is very near. Salicylic Acid for Bee Stings. Although salicylic acid, from having been too highly extolled, has fallen somewhat into disfavor, there can be no doubt that it is useful in the case of bee stings. An Austrian paper recom mends the following treatment: First, to remove the sting as quickly as possi ble with a forceps or by scratching with a finger, but never between the thumb and forefinger, because this squeezes more of the poison into the wound. Next squeeze the wound until a drop of blood comes out, and rub the place as large as a dollar with an aqueous or dilute alcoholic solution of salicylic acid. The effect is still better by injecting the salicylic acid into the wound with the hypodermic syringe. After this the spot is painted with col lodion to keep out the air. A sting treated thus causes little or no pain, slight inflammation and swelling, and is not followed by nettle-fever or lame ness in the most sensitive and nervous, individuals.
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