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VOL. VII.
PITTSB()RO CHATHAM GO., N. C, MARCH H, 1885.
NO. 28.
For larger ndvertiment liber con
tracts will lie initde.
The IHflVrenre.
When wo would immlipr tlio hriel yrnrs
i If sonio swoet l-nli;liin rliild,
Finding them nil inisMinod with tears,
Cnvoxwl hv sorrows wild
We crown lier brow w.tli rnsps gay,
"Her summer nro bill Ion," wo sny.
But counting up I ho saddened yjr
Of pilgrim ulil mill gray.
In view of trials, toils uud loirs
Which lie lias known, Wi say,
(An t such is nyn thn jpwh of nun),
"Jlii winter itro tin -tin-corn and lun."
Klimhelh P. .1l!an.
UNDER A CLOUD.
Morris Tucker and his undo sat at
their cozy breakfast table one winter
morning, each with a copy of the morn
ing's paper in his hand, each with a
clouded brow and troubled eye. The
elder gentleman was the first to speak.
"It is a bad business. Morris!"
"A bad business, indeed, sir!"
Then there was another long silence,
whilo each again read the ominous
news of the failure of a firm whose
business win so involved with their
own that the failure of one house was
nearly utler ruin to the other. The
hot chops cooled on tho dish, the coffeo
was untouched, an 1 the breakfast lit
erally forgotten, when tho gentlemen
left the house to ascertain the extent
of their misfortunes. Hal as they
feared these would prove, the realities
wero even worse than the anticipa
tion, and before night the old firm of
Tucker Co. w as in the list of fail
ures. There was a dreary amount of hard,
distasteful work to bo done after the
failure was an established fact; but
Morris Tucker never llinched from
any task or interview till night shad
ows fell, and he face I his uncle at the
table once more. Then, with set fea
tures and a pale face, ho said:
"If you can spare me for an hour,
sir, I think I had better call on Miss
Cresswell."
"I can spare you, but aro you wise
to hurry an interview that, 1 fear, will
bo very painful?"
"Hotter to understand my position
at once, sir. If " be moistened the
dry lips here, as if the words choked
him "if Meta is true to me I will re
main here and try to work my way up
again to the position I held only yes
terday. If she frees me from my en
gagement, I accept your proposal to
t;o to California."
"I think it is a good time to look up
those old claims," said Mr. Tinker,
sliding easily over the lirst part of his
nephew's speech; "there in iy be money
in them."
"We will see! If I do not go we may
be alio to lindsome trusty messenger."
"I an afraid you will go," his uncle
s:iid. '
"It may be. Mrs. ('resswell is a
worldly woman."
"Meta is a worldly woman! Nay,
let me apeak, Morris. I have said
nothing before, though my heart was
soro over your choice of a wife. Meta
is wonderfully fascinating, beautiful
and accomplished as but few women
are, but she is thoroughly heartless. I
hoped your choice would fall on Clar
ice." "Clarice! She is a mere child!"
"(inly two years younger than Meta
I love her very dearly, Morris."
"Hut you are fond of Meta!"
'Xu! For her father's sake, the
brother of my dead wife, I have tried
to love Meta, but she repels me!"
"Vet you never spoke when I told
you I should seek to win her love."
"15ecan.se love is too sacred in my
eyes for any one to interfere with its
expression. If Meta loves you I will
give her warm welcome and cordial
affection when she becomes your wife,
Morris. Hut nerve yourself for the
worst, my boy."
Nerved for the worst Morris Tucker
sought his betrothed bride. From the'
time he had come from his Western
home, an orphaned lad of nineteen, to
accept his unclo'a offer of a home ho
had met Meta ('resswell constantly.
He had received cordial welcome from
her mother, and had not suspected
the schemes and subtle iniluenco that
had led him on, step by step, from the
position of fri'.nd to that of accepted
suitor of the beautiful girl. Whilo
his feet were bringing him slowly to
the momentous interview after the
failure of the linn of which his undo
had made him full partner, Mrs. Cress
well was schooling her daughter to
meet the emergency.
"Did you write to Morris, Meta?'
she asked, languidly stirring her coffee.
"Not yet," was the reply. "Ho will
probably call, being an honorable gen
tleman, mamma."
"I hope you will be firm, Meta. Ho
member that you have leen the in
jured party throughout. From the
time your poor papa died I have had
every reason to believe Mr. Tucker
would make you and your sister the
Jjeirew of hla property. He wor
shipped your aunt, and he never spoke
of any relatives of his own till this
nephew appeared. I be'ieve there
was some quarrel between the broth
ers that ended in the younger one going
West, while John, the elder, remained
here. At all events it is very clear
now that Morris would have been heir
to tho business ami property if this
failure bad not happened. Vou aro to
lie congratulated that it came befoi6
the wedding, instead of after."
Meta shrugged her shoulders.
"Yes! Love in a cottage is not in
my style!" An:I while she spoke the
bell rang, and sho knew her lover was
waiting to test her cold, worldly heart
She sauntered with easy grace into the
drawing-room, while up-stairs in her
own room her sister Clarice wept for
the pain that was to fall upon Morris
Tucker's heart.
Sha was a brown-eyed, golden-haired
girl, whose quiet, unpretending charms
had long been overshadowed by the
more brilliant beauty of her sister
Meta. She was timid to a fault, and
was her mother's greatest affliction in
her career of fashionahlo gayety. Her
beauty was of the delicate order that
does not stiike at lirst glance, and her
affections were carefully hidden in her
.shrinking, gentle heart.
She had given John Tucker true love
since sho was a mere baby and sat
upon his knee, playing with his watch
chain. She had never thoughc of his
money, and when Morris came she w as
only glad that her dear old uncle, as
she called him, was to have a compan
ion and friend. Shu had never ques
tioned her heart about Morris Tucker,
rejoicing sincerely when his engage
ment with Meta drew him into nearer
brotherly relations with herself.
Shyly as she had liked him, so she
crept away to weep for him. The
utter heartlessness that would throw
him aside in his trouble was only
comprehensible to her from knowing
well how her mother and sister wor
shipped wealth.
She heard the door of the drawing -
room open and her sister's voice say
coldly:
"(inoil evening, Mr. Tucker. You
have my best wishes lor your future
success."
Then a voico as cold and haughty
answered:
"Thank you. I hae tho honor to
wish you g 1 evening."
The drawing-room door closed, and
Clarice could see Morris standing
under the hall lamp, silent and oi
dcntly wishing to recover somewhat
from tlio pain of the trying interview
beforo going into the street. Ho was
very pale, and the brightness that had
formed one of the greatest attractions
of his faco was all stricken from it.
Tho sad, pallid face conquered all
Clarice's shyness. With a sudden,
irresistible impulse she glided down
tho stairs and stood beside Morris. He
did not hear the light foot fall upon
the thick carpet, nor see that he was
not alone until a soft touch on his arm
startled him. Looking down he saw
a sw eet, pleading face, soft brown eyes,
misty with un.ihed tears, raised to bis
own, wliilo Clarice said, in a low voice;
"Morris, I must tell you how sorry I
feel for you and I'nde John."
"Thank you," he said, gravely, cov
ering the little whit-j hand upm bis
arm with his own; "I will tell my
uncle what yon say."
"Tell him," sho said, earnestly,
that he has no friend who loves him
more truly than I do no one who
feel more deeply any misfortune that
can happen to him."
"1 will carry your message. Anil
will you wish me (iod-speed, too,
Clarice? I shall sail for California in
a few days."
The large, brown eyes dilated, whilo
the sweet faco grew white as snow.
Tho blow was too sudden. With
out word "or murmur Clarice fell
forward, fainting. Morris caught her
in bis arms and carried her to tho li
brary. It w a- dark there, and no ono
saw the kiss he pressed upon the pale
lips before he put Clarice gently upon
the sofa and left her. He did noj
linger again in the hall. Snatching
his coat and hat hurriedly from the
rack ho strodo into tho street and
walked rapidly homeward.
Five years passed swiftly, and Meta
('resswell had altered little when, live
years after her parting interview with
Morris Taeker. sho stool in tho wide
drawing-room of her mother's house,
waiting to greet a number of invitod
guests. Timo had matured her
beauty and taken nothing from her
great attractions. Clarice, shy as ever,
and pretty as a violet, stood near her
sister, while Mrs. ("resswell, magnifi
cent in velvet and diamonds, spoke
hurriedly:
"Here is strange news, Meta. Mr
larvis has asked permission to bring a
friend, and who do you suppose it is?"
"I cannot guess," sail Meta, lan
guidly; some musical man, I suppose,
j Mr. Jar vis U so devoted to Duterne,"
".No; it is Morris Tucker! Oh, Meta,
I am so glad you have not positively
accepted young Cooke! '
"I thought you were very anxiotn
to be mother-in-law to his 2ni m n n i ?"
"Hut not since I have heard Mr.
Jams' news. My love, John Tucker
had some land claims in California
that Morris hunted up and sold for
more than double young Cooke's for
tune. Ho has come home now, and is
settling his uncle's estate, being his
heir to everything.
"I 'nde. John dead!" cried Clarice.
"Yes, more than a year ago, though
Morris has just returned. Tlio bell!
Someone is coming!"
In the enwded drawing-room, an
hour later, Morris Tucker bent grace
fully over Meta's hand, and responded
politely to her cordial greeting. He
met all her advances with such evident
pleasure in bis welcome that her heart
beat high with hope. Life had been a
struggle for a rich husband ever since
she had made her debut in society, and
now there wai ono paying her deferen
tial attention upon whoso heart she
had at once made deep impression.
Would he forget that cruel parting in
terview, and lay bis fort unc once moro
at her feet ?
Mr. Cooke, a young man about half
witted, possessed of 82'V , lOi'.l, watched
the brilliant beauty who had smiled so
sweetly upon him all winter with
jealous eyes aft r Morris entered the
room, but Meta forgot him in her now-
born hope. All the evening Morris
hovered about Meta, wondering where
Clarice had bidden herself; but when
the supper call thinned the rooms Meta
n issed her cavalier. In the conserva
tory Morris had seen a vision of a
golden head and white, lluttprinr
dress: and Clarice, half hidden by a
flowering screen, saw him desert Meta
to come beside her.
Longing to see him, in an agony ol
maidenly shame at the secret she had
revealed when they parted, sho hid
there to w atch him unseen. Hut be
came swiftly across the (lower-bor-dered
path to her side, and taking her
hand in his, said:
"Clarice, 1 have come all the w.v
from California to try lo win youi
love. Little one, with all my In art I
love yon. My sole hope of happiness
is the hopo that you will be my wife.
Must I go back again desolate, or will
you bid me stay?"
Sho looked into the earnest face, the
pleading eyes, and her heart grew faint
with its own happiness as she w his
pered :
"Stay, for I love you, Morris."
Meta saw the sister she had always
despised for her timidity, andllie lovei
she had thrown aside in his poverty,
enter the drawing-room together, and
her heart was full of jealous anger
she read their secret in their happy , piece of meat held on the fork was
faces. transferred to her mouth and was fol-
Sho has been Mrs. Cooke for three lowed by a piece of bread broken from
years the miserable wife of a joaloiiH i slice by her large and second too',
miser, whose sole aims in life aro U j As soon as she had finished this
save money and to keep his wife out j novel meal Mrs. Thompson continue. I:
of society. In their unhappy h lino , '! forgot to tell you about my school
there is constant quarreling, whiU j ing. Oh, yes, I went to school. The
Morris blesses every hour the tempo- I pupils wero kind and 1 had a littl0
rary poverty that led him to appreciate ' raised platform for my use. I held
the heart of his little wife, and wor j 'iiy books in my toes and read
for him a knowledge of the treasure ; "id studied as well as the rest of the
of her love. There is a toddling boy ' girls. I held a slate in my right foot
named John, who calls Morris "papa,' nd a pencil between th .' toes of my
and in the peaceful happiness of hei : left and managed to figure as well as
home life and mother love Claricn is ' anyone. My right limb isshorterthan
rapidly conquering her old timidity ' aiy left, and I learned to write with
and letting the world of society see my left foot, as you have soen. I
sometimes what an accomplished, , learned all that was taught in the
graceful lady Morris has won for his j -ominon schools of (ieorgia before tho
wife. j war." Milirttukf 'ioiish.
And Morris, holding her to his heart
will often say, tenderly:
"The happiness of my life com- ,
inenced, Clarice, when your tendei
sympathy greeted me at the time 1
was under a cloud."
Ages of Authors,
Authors are proverbially a long
lived race, but there aro many excep -tions
to the rule. Chatterton, Keats
and Kirke White died in early man
hood. Keats was only 2.V, Arteuius
Ward died at -'; liyron at :iii; Hum?
at :!7; Charlotte Hronte at :('.; F.dgat
Allan Poo at 10; Goldsmith at 4'":
Halzae at 51; Mrs. K. H. Hrowning
Shakespeare and Thackeray at W2
Charles Kingsley at lit?; Dickens at &8
Hawthorne at (ill; Scott at il; Boc
caccio at C2; Milton and Agassi at tiii;
Pumas senior at t!7; Hulwer at tiS;
Hans Anderson at 70; Chaucer at. 72
DeQtiincey at 74; Samuel Johnson al
75; Irving at 7"; Heranger at 77:
(ioethe, at S3, lived through three
generations.
Blanks.
There is no blank so blank as the
blank that appears before a man wher
he gets up in public assembly and for
gets what he was going to say unless
it is the blank which appears before
an amateur in a skating rink when hi:
legs begin to spread and be don't know
which one to follow. liuyton
I'rm.
AN ARMF.KSS UDY S WAV.
Deprived of Armj, hut. Not n
Helpless Womnn.
flow Sho Threads a Neo'lk Writes and
Eats hy the Aid of her Toes.
r
"Now, lot me show you wdiat I can
lo; tlinner'U bo here in just a moment.
Thread a needle? Of course I can;
ice?" and suiting tho action to the
tvord, Mrs. Thompson picked up a lin'i
leedlo with tho large and second toe
r the right foot, hold it tightly be
;ween tho tips and, taking some yarn
n her left foot, rolled the end deftly
)n a small smooth stone, put it in her
nouth by bending her body almost
loublo and deftly inserted tlio yarn in
he needle, more easily than a bachelor
hreads a large needle with a very line
bread, Next she took a hansome tidy
n which she was crocheting and with
emarkablc deftness held the work with
ler right foot, while with her left she
guided the needle in and out, catching
he thread with easo and fashioning
ho figure as fast as "my lady" in the
ittingroom does with her soft bands,
ler right eye giving her some trouble
luring this work, she deftly pushed
tack the spectacles which sho worn
md with the second toe rubbed tho
yelid. Then she bent forward and
irushed back a few stray hairs from
ler forehead. Taking up the pen bc
;ween the large and second toe of her
eft, foot, and holding a slip of paper
it It her right toes, sho wrote in a
'eiiiinine hand, small and rather neat:
'Ho that lends to all shows goo I w ill
jut little sense. Ann F. L. Thump,
ion. Horn without arms, Mecemher
j l:tt. lia." This written, sho put
;he pen down, took up a blotter with
icr left foot, placed it over the writing
nd dried the ink. Taking up a pair
if large scissors w ith the large and
.bird too of the left foot, she cleverly
:utoff the portion of tho paper on
which she bad written.
'Hero conies my dinner. Now you
an see ine eat -not that it's such a
iight, but you may linil it odd to see
me eat with toes instead of lingers."
Mr. Thompson spread out a napkin
:m the platform, and placed on it the
dinner of a person in good health.
Mrs. Thompson turned around in her
seat, took up a cup of te. i in her foot,
stirred it up with a spoon held in her
right toes, and half bending, half
j raising the cup to her lips, drank off
! the tea and placed the cup on the plat
! form. Then she grasped a ll it handled
! silver knife in her left toes, caught a
fork between tho first two toes of her
' r'Kht an,l cllt soaie steak into
' pieces. 1'art of it was i nigh, but she
I had no more trouble in cutting it than
; an ordinary person would have. A
How (o Prevent I'ii'"".
Always buy the best quality of oil.
1.
2. Never make a sudden- motion
with a lamp, cither in lifting it or
Jetting it down.
,'!. Never place a lamp on the edge
if a table or mantel.
I. Never till a lamp after dark, even
If vou should have to go without a
light.
5. See that the lamp wicks are al.
ways clean, and that- they work freely
in the tube.
(i. Never blow a lamp out from the
top.
7. Never take a light to a closet
where there arc clothes. If necessary
to go to the closet, place the light at a
listance.
S. I'se candles when possible in
going about the house and in bed
rooms. They aro cheaper.can't explode
and for many purposes are just as
jood as lamps.
0. Mat (dies should alw ays bo kept
in stone or earthen jars or in tin.
10. Matches should never bo left
where rats or mice can get hold of
Ihein. There is nothing more lo the
taste of a rat than phosphorous. They
will eat it if they can get at it. A
hunch of matches is almost certain to
iio set lire to if a rat gets at it.
II. Have perfectly good mate! -lafes
:n every place where matches are lobe
ised, and never let a match be left on
the Hour.
12. Never Jet a match go out of
your hand after lighting it until you
are r.ure the lire is out, and then it is
better to put in a stove or earthen dish.
1'!. It is far better to use tho safety
matches which can only be lighted up
on the box which contains them.
14. Have your furnae.es examined
carefully in the fall, and at least once
during the winter by a competent
person. All the pip s and flues should
be carefully looked to.
I". If there are any closets in the
house near chimneys or llii"s, w hich
there ought not to be, put nothing of a
combustible nature into them. Such
closets will soil silyer and crack crock
and burn bedding. They form a bad
part of any house that contains them.
It'i. Nover leave any wood near a
furnace, range or stove to dry.
17. Have your stove looked to fre
quently to see that there are no holes
for coals to drop out.
18. Never put any hot ashes or coals
in a wooden receptacle.
lit. r sure there are no curtains or
shades that can be blown into a gas
light.
2". Never examine a gas met re alter
dark.
Panic Stricken Troops at Shiloli.
From (ieneral (i rant's account of tho
battle of Shiloli in the Cnitiirn we
quote the following: "The nature of
this battle was such that cavalry
could not be used in front ; I therefore
formed ours into line, in rear, to stop
stragglers, of whom there were many
When there would bo enough to make
a show, and after they had recovered
from their fright, they would bo sent
to rcenforce some part of the line
which needed support, without regard
to their companies, regiments or
brigades.
"On one occasion during the day, I
rode back as far as the river and met
(ieneral Huell, w ho had just -arrived; I
do not remember the hour of the day,
but at that time there probably were
as many as four or live thousand
stragglers lying u uler cover of tin.
river bluff, panic stricken, most of
whom would have been shot where
they lay, without resistance, before
they would have taken muskets and
marched to the front to protect them"
selves. The meeting between (ienera
Huell and myself was on the dispatch
boat used to run bet ween the landing
and Savannah. It was but brief, and
related specially to his getting his
troops over the river. As we left the
boat together, Hueli's attention was
attracted by the men lying under cover
of the river bank. 1 saw him berating
them and trying to shame them
into joining their regiments. He even
threatened them with shells from tin
gunboats near bv. Hut it w as all to in
, Meet. Most of these ...en afterward
proved themselves as gallant as any of
those w ho saved the battle from w hich
they had deserted. I have no doubt that
this sight impressed General Huell with
the idea that a line of retreat would
be a good thing just then. I f he had
come in by the front instead of through
the stragglers in the rear, he would
have thought and felt differently
Could he have come through the
Confederate rear, he would have
witnessed there a scene similar to that
at our own. The distant rear of an
army engaged in battle is not the best
place from which to judge correctly
what is going en in front. In fact,
later in the war, while occupying tho
country between the Tennessee and
the Mississippi, I learned that the panic
in the Confederate lines had not differ
ed much frum that within our own.
Some of the country people estimated
the stragglers from Johnston's army
as high as 2i,immi. of course', this was
an exaggeration."
What She Told Mini.
. j.,, . I.;,.,.
1 ,11 liit'i ti'iiirs into mo iMiuucil, iliui
I stands by the stovepipe lo melt the ice
on bis beard.
"Hurry up, Amaiah," says the wife;
"we're waiting breakfast on you.
What kept yon so long?"
"Why, hang that old cow; sho broke
down the gate and g'lt into the yard
again
"Well, didn't I know she would? If
you'd took my advice you'd 'a kept
her tied."
"Hut that ain't tho worst of it."
"Of course it ain't; but you never
listen to mo. What have I told you
all along?"
"Well. it. can't, be heloed now."
"No. of course; but may be vou'll
give some heed to what I say after
this. What's tho matter?"
"Why, she's eat up tho grindstone,
slick as a whistle?"
"Well, didn't I tell you so?" but
yon never mind what I say anymore."
"I knowod it," said the granger, in
an undertone, to his hired man in tho
corner behind tho stove. "Won tho
bet slick an' clean, didn't I ? Whit
that woman'll declaro she's told nie'd
fill more books than ever wiw writ."
Lhicauo Leducr
A LklT.K IM KII-I) AUVK.
The Horrible Ffite of r !irK
OM Ohinmnn.
Setting into a Coffin and Lnwere'l into a
Grave While Still Conscious,
The Hong Kong ft'hina ) Mail says
that in the village of Chimlong, near
Lilong, where the liasil Mission has a
; station, the following sad event lately
j took place: A man of ''years of age
was afflicted with leprosy, and lived in
i a hut within the village. Tho villa
gers, almost all relations of his, often
urged the old man to remove his hut
outside the village and live on thu
hills, to prevent contamination, prom
ising that tliey would always provide
him with food. However, the lepjr
did not wish to leave the. village, nor
dared his relatives press him to do so.
Hut the dreadltil sickness developed
more and more, and the dread of con
tamination increased thereby, so that
the relatives actually proposed to the
uiifortunat" tnau to put an end to his
miserable existence. They made him
a present of a long coul for a shroud,
but the leper could not make up his
mind to ilia voluntarily, still from
that time he purchased a quantity of
opium, and kept, it in readiness to lie
used for committing suicide whenever
he should son the necessity for doing
so.
Lately it happef!? Iliat the leper
was lying asleep in his hut. His son
came and wanted to bring him .some
thing to eat, but calling into the hut
he received no answer from the father.
There was soon a gathering of people, .
but no one venture I to go inside the
hut. Some stones w ere thrown al the
door to see if the man took any notice
of it, and as there was still no sign of
life in the hut. the general impression
was that the occupant was dead.
It is well known that the Chinese
are very much afraid of a dead body,
and in the case of a leper this fear is
greatly increased. There is also an
opinion that the disease is propagated
by certain tlies feeding on tho corpse
and carrying tho poison of leprosy
everywhere, so that even vegetables
growing in the neighborhood are con
sidered to bee. mm infected and are
Ihertforj destroyed. The resolution
was forthwith taken to have the leper
buried and villagers pressed his son to
make haste and have the business
done, lb-, therefore, went to a neigh
boring village to entroge coolies fur
digging a gravo and carrying the
corpse out. Oiiring the absence ol
the son the elder of tho village came
to the scene and. learning how matters
stood, boldlv opi'n.'d the door and eu-
I "'""'"' "nnvu
wl"'ll,,'r his VUU" V n':,ll' 'k'i"1'
when, In and b"h ild, H turned out that
the leper ha I only enjoyed a sound
sleep, from which all the noise and
even the throwing of stones at his
door had not been a' do, to disturb him.
Seeing that there had been a mistake,
the elder sent atone a message to the
sontoinl'ormhim thai, his father wa
not dead and no coolies w cr needed
t o bury hi in.
However, the co dies had been en
gaged for a certain sum of money and
came along wit h the son, ready to dc
the work which was required of them,
oratall events revive the prom sol
pay. After .some deliberation, the
villagers unanimously put it bet'on:
the leper that a things had conie U
this pass he bad hotter make up his
mind and allow the funeral t himself
to go on. To this t he unfortunate
man consented and took leave of his
daughter in law an I two grandchild
ren, enjoining upon her to feed tho
two pigs well and also take care of
the poultry. A coffin was now provi-
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1 pawnshop. A fowl was killed and
ice and pork provided as a farew el1
linrer for the leper.
Next morning very early the proees.
sion started from the hut. First came
the coffin carried by tho coolies, and
behind it walked the leper to his grave,
the son and the elder bringing up in
the rear, carrying the shroud ami the
l,ot w,,irh mtain1 th" "l1"""' v-
ing moved up a inn to a instance ot
about two miles from the village, the
party halted and a grave was dug. The
leper took a last meal and then swallow
ed the opium. After this he put on the
shroud and a pair of shoes and laid him
self down in thecoilin, when the coolies
l,ut thn 11,1 on " ',lho"t Wi,i,in 1111
tho leper should have lost conscious
ness, and lowered tho coffin into the
grave.
Cats Without Tails.
We noticed in a recent issue that n
London scientist was trying to produce
cats without tails. The Philadelphia
I. rrlrfi-i-suggests that the experimenter
will bo a greater benefactor by produc
ing the tails without the cat. The
writer had evidently heard a discussion
on his back yard fence, the. night
before, iSvienttylt AmerkaH.
Things (hat Neer Die.
Tim pure, Hie I'liuM. Hi" lii'iiutifiil,
' tho slirn-d our lifinls in youtli,
j fin- iniiul-e ol u wonlk'ss pruyor,
I 'Ihcilrcam of love mid truth,
j J III! loll;Mm lifter SOlnetllillfS l',s'.
Tlio spit it's M'Miniiitf cry,
J III' s I i inr a ti-- liulli-l- llopi'S
Tin it- lliin'- xliiill never die.
'J In- lnni.l li Mi l Ml i lc lu I furlli lo fli-t
A I'l-'illier in his n"-'l,
I hi- kindly word in griefs dink hour,
Tiuit iroiii (iieii'l indeed;
The 'l"ii t"i- mi-ivy. miIiIv lueallied,
W hen jo-tici' Ihifiileii- icth;
'I'lli' s ii row i n-i of a roll 1 1 ite Iti'io t -
'i'lie-f Ihilij-, -hull never die.
I.ct nothing puss, for every hunt
M'iM find .-nine worl, to d":
J.'t-l Hot ,i ch nice to w.iken love.
He linn mid juM mid 'nit-;
So -hull n liu'hl Unit cannot hide
ll'-uiu on liii-e hum nil hi'h,
And unel voii'i-s :iv to thee.
''1 nese linn ; o ill lie', er di".
Ill MOKOl S.
: Net gains fish.
; A great wag--a dog's tail.
The I'.s.juiinaiix think their snow
' ;dM'''.' like homo,
j The Mower of the family doesn't al
! ways make good bread.
The chief of the I '. S. signal service
has purchased a sheep ranch. Look
out for "wet her profits."
1 f the gymnasam is a good, moral
place, why do they keep so many bars,
and have young men hanging on to
I 'hem all the time?
. Says nn epigrammatic writer:
"Waste in feeding is criminal " And
he might have added; the licue feed
ing, the more waist,
: The grand-on of a celebrated poet
has been arrested for stealing chickens,
; The old man look to poetry, while the
grandson Jakes to poultry.
"You have owed me that bill for
j board for six months. You ought to
! pay as you go," "Precisely. I intend
to stay with you a year longer, and
j will settle as I go."
The old lady who asked fi r a gold
i ring sixteen parsnips line, was proba
; bly related to the elderly gentleman
I who said his daughter was attending
! the coin crsatorv of music.
Trrian I'lirple.
In a communication by M. Hert helot
' to a French scientific journal on the
' magnificent purple of Tyre, so highly
prized by the ancients, it is said that
according to tradition the color was
discovered by accident. A shepherd'!
dog louiul a shell-fish on the sea shore.
! In crushing the shell be cut bis
month, ,-ind the blood, mingling with
1 the juice of the mollusk, gave the
splendid purple, which was subse
quently applied to the dyeing of stuffs.
No other color has been held in such
hih esteem. The King of I'lionh iu
was so charmed with its I'e.u.ty that
he forbade his subjects to use it, re
1 serving it for kings and heirs presump
tive to the crown. Mi:ses adopted it
lor ecclesiastical purposes, the vesl-
mi nts of the high prieds and the
ornaments of the tabernacle. At that
early period the art of dyeing must
I hae attained a great degree of perfec
1 tioii. Among the Koinans the right to
1 wear 'be purple belonged only to great
conquerors; afterwards if. was assumed
; by emperors. In more modern times
the purple robe has been reserved for
: the highest dignitaries of the church,
whence the expression IJomnn pur
ple," to express the dignity of "Cardi
nal." M. Laeae-Duthieres, of the
French Institute, regards the ancient
legend as probably true history, at
, least so far as this: that the bleeding
mouth of the dog led to the discovery
of the shell lish from w hich the an
cients extracted their color. For a
long time much uncertainty existed as
1 tothesjiccicsof nn 'Husk so employed, a in I
many regarded the secret as lost. Hut
shell fish possessing all tin characteris
tics by which the ancients designated
the animal have been found on tho sea
coast s of I'.ngland and France, and if
they are not now made to servo the
! purpose il is because means have been
' found to produce the color from cochi
i neal at less cost. -Ciitiritnr.
Her Soul's Yearnings.
"Aunt Polly," said a poetic young
lady, who was visiting in tho country.
I "What is it, child?"
i "Do you never feel as though you
I wanted to leave the milk and
: butter V"
"If I did, child, it would bo sure to
spile."
j "Hut your mind; how can you keep
it chained to these common things?"
"Poor child! Why, bless you, my
butter ain't common. It alius brings
an extra price in market, and is spoko
for 'way ahead."
"But does your soul never yearn
for the beautiful, Aunt Polly?"
"No, child; I never yearn f'fir nothin
but baked pertaters. Hut I do hanker
for them dreadful sometimes, when
they're bkeerce an' high," (Jhkago
Ltdaar.