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VOL. X.
PITTSBOEO', CHATHAM CO., N. C, JANUARY 26, 1888.
NO. 21.
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Home is Home.
The snow flakes press upo i the pane,
Whore on ie was heard the pattering rain,
Aii'l "H the twigs are clot hod in white,
l.iko halt's of Nature for the night.
Put wlu'.t care I for winter storms,
Aii'l l'r " in countless forms?
'or lnin is homo, no matter where,
li' .ivo ami hope are centered there.
Tho chilling winds of winter blow
AVhoro f'rn and daisy used to grow
Tit rrin-on liush of sunset dies,
Am 1 N .ii'i" i her cavern lies.
Tin1 niay blow and snowflakes fall,
AVl.r.o' l.uv.ls and darkness cover all;
I'.ut llvcr ill laid, t n I birds will sing,
AVJu'ii intor weds the Mushing spring.
- K'. Pulton in Good Housekeeping.
THE YOUNGEST SISTER
57 HELEN FORREST GRAVES.
'1 don't know how it is," groaned
Kate Bhdngto:i, "but in our family
tiling always happen c 1033 -grained."
'What's the matter now?" said
Georgia, tho eldest sister, who, with a
Km apron of checked domestic giag
ha;n tied a round her waist, and her
luxuriant it ixen hair confined in a red
handmna pocket-handkerchief, was
cooking tomatoes for ketchup.
"Why, here have the Morcfields
come to spend the day, and mamma has
jut taken to her sofa with aa attack of
neuralgia, and there's nobody on caith
to go to the trail to meet the city board
er. You couldn't go, Goorge, I sup
ple?" with a faint gleam of hope.
Georgia glanced up at the clock, and
Ki.vk her head.
"C'oulda't possibly," said sho. '"There
Ui.'t time to get ready. Why don't you
v.H IVter?'
"iYter, indeed! lie's cleaning the
(i-t rn nut. Such a figure as ho is!"
'fh-.-n I'm sure," observed Georgia,
I -I !i't sec what vou are goinir to do."
(.Vu 1. 1 n't 1 go, Kate?' pleaded a
.iu!!. sweet voice.
And the second Miss Blessington bc
1 i:ne conscious of some one pulling
1:0 ut iy :it her sleeve. She turned
sh:irly around. A tall, rosy girl stood
tb 1 a uirl just arrived at the age
.h :.' "brook and river meet," half
hil l, half woman, but iufiuitcly pretty
in both her personalities. Sunburned,
dark-eyed, clad ia an outgrown calico
frock, and with her hair braided into
one lonr, gold-gleaming qu-ue behind,
she Moo I there, with an imploring facs.
"A good idea!'' sail Georgia, tasting
of the bubbling scarlet mass in the ket
tle, and adding a trilb more red pepper.
"L't Chrissy go!"'
"Hut Chrissy can't drive."
"Oh, yes, I can!'' urged Christine, the
youngest and leat presentable of all the
Ule ingtons. "I drove old Jenks up
rm the farm yesterday with a load of
tunij.kiiis. I've often driven him when
vou didn't kno.v it, George."
"Oh, you horrid to:n-boy!" sail
' -or'ia, ha!f-laughing.
Hut Kate gave litttlc Chrissy a sound
! 'X on the car. Her black eyes flashed
wralhfully.
"Christine," said she, "I'm ashamed
i you! You're a disgrace to the family.
Don't howl now!'' (as Chrissy rubbing
her empurpled car, broke into an indig
nant wail). ''The Morcfields will hear
you. Go quick get on your hat; and
mind you don't show yourself at the tea
table. Your new frock isn't finished,
and your old one isn't half decent ; and
besides, you'll be needed in the kitchen
to wash dishes."
The tears dried on Chrissy's eyelashes
:.t the prospect of driving old Jenks to
the depot all by herself.
She made haste to pull a white
worsted folo cap over her rebellious
' in'ir, and to scramble into the rather
dilapidated buggy that was waiting at
the door.
"Git up, Jenks!" she cried, brandish
ing ili? whip with gleeful countenance.
"IVie, I'm going to drive to the
1. pot!"
"All right, mis," said Peter, who,
froh from the depths of the newly-
"itbd cistern, was holding old Jenks,
a-' if there was any danger of that
': i'-T.t steed running away. "Drive
-rful pist Bowery Line he al'ays
Kaiitslo turn in there and mind you
kcp a tight grip o' the reins, if you
"i t a load 0' birreh or one 0' them
M 1','lia' tin-peldbr'j wagons."
Away clattered the venerable buggy,
"I'l Jenks falling into a still trot like
aa automaton hor.se, and Chrissy
fairly radiant with delight.
"lint Kate oughtn't to have boxed
'".v ears," she pondered, as the first ela
" 11 subsided. "There was nothing
vv" in driving the load of pumpkins
h'tiio. 1 c;une by the back road, and
i"i"lv saw mo. I don't love Kate
""i-Gs-nriria neither. They're always
'"filing at me and making fua of me,
.i'it because I grow to fast. They won't
' t me f-ome into the room when they've
-r"t company, because I'm only a child;
and they scold me for running races
" i'h the dog, because I'm a woman. I
ond-rif they call that consistency?
V-ver mind, I'll pay 'em off yet, see if I
don't."
lint of extraordinary efforts on the
part of Old Jenks, and a liberal applica
tion of the whip on that of his mistress,
KV tent rived to reach one eide of the
depot building just as tho train steamed
uway from the other.
Christine looked up and down tin
platform. Most of the passengers had
already started forth in different direc
tions, but one man stood tiere, glanc
ing up and down the road, with a valise
iu his hand, a folded newspaper protrud
ing from his coat-pocket.
Chrissy hesitated what to do; then
she rose to the emergency.
'Hallo!" she cried, in a sweet, high
pitched soprano voice. "Are you the
gentleman from the city tho new
boarder?''
Ho advanced, with a rather puzzled
countenance.
Yes," said he. "I "
"I've come to drive you to the cot
tage," said Christine Blessington.
"Jump in, please! Where's your trunk?
There's room for it behind."
"My trunk is to be sent by express.
But"
"Oh, very well!" said Chrissy. "Be
quick, please- the horse won't stand!"
The stranger cast au amused glance
toward old Jenks, who certainly looked
as little like a runaway steed as could
be imagined 113 he stood there, meekly
balanced on three elgs, with his head
hanging down.
"And wdio are you?" said he, pleas
antly. "One of the family?"
"Oh, I'm Chrissy the youngest girl,
you know!'' explained she.
"The youngest, eh? Are there many
of you?"
Chrissy eyed him with a sidelong
glance.
"He's curious about us," thought she.
"Well, that's natural." And she an
swered, complacently:
"Well, there's Georgia she's twenty
two. And she's engaged to an officer in
the army, although she thinks I don't
know it. And Kate ii twenty, and she's
going to set her cap for the new princi
pal of the school. At least she says so.
She's tired of making over old gawns,
and dyeing old ribbon, and keeping
genteel boarders. I don't envy the prin
cipal of tho school," Chrissy added, giv
ing old Jenks an admonitory touch with
the whip, as ho showed an undue in
clination to sidle toward the entrance of
Bowery Lane. "Kate has got an awful
temper. She fbw into a passion and
boxed by cars just before I started."
"Boxed your cars!" repeated the
stranger, repressing a strong inclination
to laugh. "Why, how old arc you?"
'Tm sixteen an 1 a half," said Chrissy,
almost wishing that she had not told
the incident, as the crimson flush rose
up to the very roots of her hiir. ' ' And
she oughtn't to treat nu like a child! I
wish she would get married and go
away. I should be a deal happier with
out her. Oh, oh! there comes a load of
barrels! Old Jenks is awfully afraid of
a load of barrels. He always shie3
when he sees one."
" Let me take the reins," suggested
her passenger.
And presently, under his charge, old
Jenks, who. to do him justice, had
evinced no particular emotion of any
sort, was engineered safely past the
feat ful object.
And then Chrissy pointed out the
various localities to him, told him about
the ghost that was said to walk in old
Squire Hart's deserted house, showed
him the place wdiere a fox wa3 shot in
the spring, and confided to him where
to go if he wanted to find the finest
nutting copsc3 of the vicinity.
And while she was enlarging on these
subjects, old Jenks stopped sleepily at
the front gate of the pretty Blessington
cottage.
All the Morefield heads were at the
window Mrs. Morefield, Jeannette
Morefield, Susanna Morefield, and the
married Mis3 Morefield, whose present
name was Mrs. Josiah Stubbs.
"Bless me!" said Mrs. Stubbs, in a
stage whisper, "what a very genteel
young man."
"It's the city boarder," explained
Mrs. Blessington, between the twinges
of her neuralgia. "Doctor Buffer
recommended him here for pure country
air. He's jut up from malarial fever,
and needs change, and Doctor Buffer
dear, good man knew how we were sit
uated, and that we had a nice front room
to spare."
1 'Humph ! ' commented Mrs. More
field. "He doesn't look much like a
6ick man."
While Kate ran out to open the door,
all smiles and freshly-tied pink rib
bons. "Is it Mr. Dorrance?" she paid. "I
am Miss B cssington" with her most
engaging air of we'eame. "Please
walk in. I hope you haven't been very
much tired by the journey?"
' It's Kate," whispered Chrissy, sud"
denly overcome by pangs of compunc
tion. "Don't let her know I told you
about her temper."
"I am afraid there is some mistake,"
said the gentleman, pausing in the very
act of taking his valise out of the wagon.
"My name is not Dorrance. And I was
going to Mr. Falkner's place, where I
have engaged board for the "winter. I
am John Wilder, the principal of the
Graded School."
Chrissy dropped the reins, jumped
out of the wagon and ran to hide her
self in the hay mows of the barn.
The Morcfields stared haidei than
ever. Kate Blessington looked in
finitely puzzled.
"Dear me!" said she; "it's one of
Christine's blunders. We were very
foolish to have trusted her. Do come
in, Mr. Wilder" with a still more win-
some smile "and rest yourself, and
have some tea. We are all anxiety to
become acquainted with our new prin
cipal. Pete! Pete! don't unharness the
horse! Go right back , to the depot.
Mr. Dorrance must be waiting there
yet!"
But Mr. Wilder, with a curious ex
pression of the mouth and eyes, declined
Miss Blessington' s invitation.
He would go immediately to Mr.
FalUncr's, he said, if they would be
good enough to tell him in what direc
tion it was.
And so he bowed himself away.
An hour or so afterward, the depot
wagon from Smileybridge, the next sta
tion above, brought Mr. Dorrance, a
withered little old man, who wore a
wig and walked with a gold-healed
caue.
"There wasn't anyone at the lower
depot to meet me," said he. "And I
was told I could get a hack at Smiley
bridge, twro miles further on; and I'm
no walker, so I just stepped back into
the train; so here I am! And I'd like
my tea at six o'clock, if you please, and
rye bread and bake I apples with it.
For I haven't got back my digestion
yet, and the doctor is very particular
about my diet."
Chrissy Blessington was very silent
and dispirited when she made her
appearance in tho Graduating Class of
the Graded School at the opening of ths
fall terra, and she scarcely ventured to
look at Mr. Wilder, as hi entered her
name at the head of the list.
At recess she lingered a little, as if
there was something on her mind.
"Well?" said thp principal, kindly.
"I'm so sorry that I said those foolish
things 1" burst out Chrissy, with tears
sparkling in her eyes. "That day, you
know, that I took you for the city
boarder, and drove you to our house
please, please forget them! Kate and
Georgo are always telling me that I
shall get into mischief with my tongue
and now I know that they are
r-r-right!"
And poor Chrissy broke into a sob, in
spite of all her self-control.
"My child, do not fret yourself,"
said Mr. Wilder. "I will remember
nothing that you would have me for
get!" At the end of the year, when the
snows lay white on the hilltops, Mr.
Dorrance was still boarding at the Bles
sington cottage, and tormenting every
body on the subject of his "diet."
Georgia was getting ready for her
marriage to the army officer, Kate was
lamenting her solitary blessedness, and
Chrissy little Chrissy, who was not yet
seventeen was actually engaged to Mr.
Wilder, tho new principal of the Graded
School.
"Though, of course," said Mr3. Bles
sington, "she can't be married for a
year yet. Why, she ii nothing but a
child !"
"But I don't mind waiting a little
while," said Chrissy, to her fiancee.
"For the family all treat me with respect
now. Kate don't care to box my cars
any more."
"I should think not," said Mr. Wil
der. Saturday Night.
Illusfraliug a Turkish Proverb.
There 13 a Turkish proverb which
says that "the gift of a peasant comes
high" and this is the illustration. A
celebrated hodja a kind of American
alderman secured a present from a
peasant of a hare, which was duly served
for supper. A week later a man sought
the hodja. "Who are you?" was asked.
"I am the man who gave you the
hare." He was warmly received. A
little later a number of men dropped in
about lunch time. "Who are you?"
was asked. "We are the neighbors of
the man who brought you a hare."
Still another crowd cam?, and were
asked as to their identity. "We are the
neighbors of the neighbors of the man
who sent you the hare," The hodja
then set before them some clear water,
and then they asked, "What i3 this?"
"It is the sauce of the sauce of the
cooked hare," replied the hodja.
Rat-Catching Ferrets.
Ferrets, the lithe, sharp-toothed little
animals which are trained to hunt rats in
New York houses, get their first lessons
in vermin killing at the age of three
months. It is their nature to hunt and
kill. Trainers consider a ferret's first
encounter with a rat of the utmost im-
i portance as touching his future useful
ness, so they provide a half-grown rat
for the first fight, or pull the teeth of an
old rat in order to give the ferret a sure
victory. If defeated, the ferret is timid
ever afterward. New York Tribune.
A Regular Financier.
A. I am in a tight place.
B. What is the matter, now?
"I have got to raise $99 by 3 o'clock
tomorrow."
4 Why do you require precisely"$99?"
"I have to pay a hundred-dollar note
in bank and I've got the other dollar."
Texas Sittings.
CHILDREN'S COLUMN,
Baby Jce.
Ou? Behnys new skates are a treasure,
j ""Patent clamped, nickel-plated, and bright.
Old Santa knew what would give pleasure .
When he filled Benny's stocking that
night.
Benny keeps them quite dry, and well pol
ished With chamois and pumica and oil.
Baby Joe watches all, much astonished;
Ben explaius: "Lest they rust, Joe, and
spoil."
Baby Joe iu the air keen and wintry,
With breath wreathed in clouds by the
frost,
Cries; "My lips! Dry them quick, Brudder
Bonny,
Tause, you know, if you don't, dey will
wustl"
Good Housekeeping.
The Old-Fashion "d Girl.
She was a little girl until she was fif
teen years old, and she helped her
mother in her household duties. She
had her hour3 of play, and enjoyed her
self to the fullest extent. She never
said to her mother, "I can't--I don't
want to," for obedience was to her a
cherished virtue. She arose in the
morning when called, and we do not
suppose she had her hair done up in
crimping papers and crimping pins, or
banged over her forehead. She did not
grow into a young lady and talk about
her beau before she was in her teens,
and sho did not read dime novels, nor
was she fancying a hero in every plow
boy she met. The old-fashioned girl
was modest in her demeanor, and never
talked slang nor used by-words. She did
not laugh at old people nor make
fun of cripples. She had respect for
her ciders, and was not above listening
to words of counsel from those older
than herself. She did not know as
much as her mother, nor did she think
that her judgment was as good as that
of her graud mother. She did not gc
to parties by the time she was ten
years old, and stay till after midnight,
dancing with chance youug men who
happened to be present. She went to
bed in season, and doubtless she said
her prayers and slept the sleep of inno
cence, and rose up in the morning
happy and capable of giving happiness.
And now, if there be an old-fashioned
girl in the world to-day, may heaven
bless and keep and raise up others like
her.
The Cat ami the 15c ?.
"Buzz, buzz! hum, hum! And the
bee went buzzing and humming around
the apartment.
"Oh. what a big fly!" said a young
kitten who was playing; "what a soft
velvet coat he has ! I never saw such a
fine fly before."
"It is not a fly," said the old cat,
who was stretched out upon the hearth
rug; "it i3 a bee, and bees have sting,
and if you meddle with it you will be
sorry."
"Buzz, buzz, buzz, hum, hum, hum!"
The bee was getting all out oi
patience, and made more noise than
ever. The kitten watched him with in
creasing interest, and decided she
would catch him.
"But I'm not going to be disappoint
ed," said Frisk, eying the old cat, wdio
now seemed to be fast asleep, with some
contempt. "Mother is alway3 telling
one something or other, as if one had
no eyes and no sense."
The next time that the bee paused
for a moment on the floor she mado a
dart at him. But the bee was to quick
for her, and flew high up into the air,
buzzing louder than ever.
The old cat opened her eyes and
shook her pawT at her kitten.
"You will certainly get into trouble,
Frisk, if you don't leav3 that bee
alone." And she dozed off again.
The bee having flown around and
around, and hanged itself against the
window, settled again close to Frisk.
"Now is my time," said she to herself,
approaching very cautiously, and then,
suddenly raising her paw, she brought
it down upon the bee with a triumphant
"Mew."
But, alas! the mew of triumph was
changed into a howl of pain. She had
killed the bee, certainly, but the bee
had stung her so; t velvet paw, and she
limped about the room in agony.
The old cat jumped up.
"You foolish kitten," she said, "did
I not warn you of what would happen!
However, it i3 the way of the world.
Everyone must learn by his own experi
ence." Cooked Food for Stock.
Sir John B. Lawes, noted the English
agriculturist and scientist, declares that
the German experiments upon cooked
and uncooked food for stock, do not
show any clear evidence in favor of the
former, and that the process of steaming
and other modes of converting dry food
into succulent food, have never become
popular among practical farmers in Eng
land. And he is inclined to think that
too much value is placed upon succulent
food as compared with dry food lor stock
for meat production. For milk produc
tion, especially where quantity rather than
quality is the object, he thinks succulent
food would certainly "iiaye an advantage;
but lie is doubtful whether one would
produce more butter-fat than the other
MAIL ODDITIES.
Hueer Things That Are Seen at
the New York Postoffice.
f Museum Filled With Articles
Confiscated By Uncle Sam.
Oa the third floor and we3t side of
die postoffice building, overlooking the
ourt, and shut out from the noise of the
itreet, says a writer in the N. Y.
Commercial Advertiser, is a large room,
tvhich in character partakes about
squally of junk-shop, storehouse and
nuseum. Over the door is a sign bear
.ng ia plain black letters, "Inquiry Of
ice." Mr. Perry Jones is the presiding
spirit.
Oa entering the office through a pri
vate door one is confronted with the
(vorkshop and museum proper. A talk
with Mr. Jonc3 brings out some inter
esting information. It becomes appar
ent at once that the inquiry office is no
place for a person with weak nerves. A
package without an address is recoived.
It is opened. A cotton ball is exposed
to view, which is folde.l layer on layer
ra the most careful way. In the centre,
between two layers saturated with alco
hol, i3 found a hideou3 scorpion from
from the West Indies. Live horned
toads have been received here, as also
liave snakes in heavy glass jirs, filled
with alcohol. Live turtles complete ths
-ist of nerve-shattering things which
the emploj'cs have to dispose
of. Dynamite, carefully packed in cot
Ion, powder in flasks, gun implements
oi all kinds, and fishing outfits are re
ceived daily. Peaceful things are, of
course, plentiful. Samples" of every
known fabric to delight the eyes of the
professional shopper cosmetics, bustles,
velvets, silks and woolens, worsted
flowers, oil paintings, plans of houses,
specimens of ore aud electric apparatus.
Sadly crushed, but pretty for all that, a
bit of edelweiss, direct from its native
Alp, awaits an owner ; crushed, too"
but no longer beautiful, a lady's bonnet,
for which no doubt the owner fumed
aud fretted, but it was the bonnet that
never came.
After the Oregon's mail wras recovered
the supply of shamrock and green rib
bon in the inquiry office would have sup
plied every son of Erin in America with
emblems of th3 E uerald Isle. Fruits
are often received but thrown away at
the slightest appearance of dacay. Skins
of animals for the taxidermist and bird's
wings for the milliners also find their
way into tho office, together with jew
elry, ofttioies of great value, and notes
and coin. Shoes, clothing and hard
ware are not wanting. A specimen
card of insects, containing all species
native to a certain part of Africa
and addressed to a scientist of promi
nence, has just now been forwarded to
the owner. A prize pumpkin and a
complete set of dental instruments were
reposing side by side among a heap of
papers when the reporter called, and on
a shelf directly back of the table, al
phabetically arranged, were newspapers
from all parts of the world.
In the book department, books, prin
cipally foreign, in elegant bindings,
with dust for company, and manuscripts
and even corrected proofs ready for
the printer form an interesting pirt of
the collection. Novels in paper cover
arc everywhere.
Mr. Jones says that the system ined
in disposing of the accumulated matter
was copied by every large city in the
union and inquiries regarding the work
of the department are frequent. Since
its establishment, seven years ago, it has
grown to be a necessary part of the gi
gantic postal system in operation in this
city. To this office all parcels not ad
dressed, or from which part of the ad
dress had been obliterated, are sent. To
this office are sent also all improperly
packed parcels, and those which the
postal officers have reason to believe con
tain contraband articles. The business
of the employes in the office
is to put the addresses where
they belong, repack the par
cels when necessary, confiscate
the things which have no place in the
mails, and otherwise remedy the mis
take caused by the carelessness or igno
rance of the senders. When a parcel is
improperly packed or something is
wrong with the address, if the person
for whom it is probably intended cm
be found, a circular is sent to him with
the request for the name and description
of the article. If the answer is satis
factory the parcel is forwarded. In
some cases the person addressed does
not know the contents of the package.
In that case the name of the sender is
procured from the person addressed, and
the parcel reaches its destination. Two
men are constantly employed assorting
the mutilated addresses and one kept
busy recording articles w hich are await
ing claimants. Besides these there are
several clerks who do nothing but fill out
the notification blanks and repack arti
cles for shipment.
Articles of an indestructible charac
ter are kept three months and are then
sent to Washington. Fiuit3, vegetables
or skins are disposed of at short notice.
An Aged Sea Anemone.
For many years an object of curiosity
in the Botanical Gird ens at Edinburgh,
has been the soa anem ne, which on ac
count of its ago Las received the nick
name of "Granny." This venerable
specimen of the curious class of crea
tures which belong to the very border
land that separates the animal from the
vegetable world has just passed away at
the age of about sixty. It was found ia
1828 by Sir John Dalzel!, the well
known antiqunry, among the rocks not
very far from tho promontory known as
St. Abbs Head, upon the coast of Bar
wick, and was described ia one of
those two sumptuous quartos devoted by
him to "Rare and Remarkable Animals
of Scotland." It was on the death of
Sir John in 1854 that this remarkable
specimen of the actinozoa passed into
the possession of Prof. Flemming, and
hence found a permanent home in the
beautiful gardens ia which it ha3 just
ended its honored career. "Granny"
can hardly bs reproached with gluttony
since its food was simply half a mussel
dropped regularly once a fortnight into
the mambraneous oesonha?eal tabs
which does duty for a miuth.
Wliether it possessed any
thing which could bo said to ap
proach to the nature of breathing ap
paratus is, we believe, a point on which
tho learned are not quite deci led; but
it is certain that " Granny" appeared to
thrive on her fortnightly half-mussel
with its accompanying draught of fresh
water. "Granny's" album, in which
visitors have long been accustomed to
enter their names, is stated to be en
riched with more than 1,000 autographs
of distinguished travellers and scientific
persons. It appeared to be in excellent
health up to a few weeks ago, when it
was attacked with the parasite disease
which finally proved fatal. Christian
at Work.
On Consumption.
Dr. Brown-Scquard, of Paris, in treat
ing before the Academy of Sciences the
causes of phthisis, takes many of his ex
amples from England. He shows that
wherever population is dense, and sleeping-rooms
aro ill-aired or over-crowded,
consumption prevails. Dr. Bailey re
ported that in Milbank prison there
were out of 100 deaths, 45 from this
disease. According to the illustrious
doctor, a room in which a consumptive
person sleeps i3 reeking with contagious
germs, if the air he exhales ii not
carried off. But how to get rid of
it in ill-built houses or very cold
weather, when it is as dangerous to
open windows as to keep them shut ? To
meet this difficulty Dr. Brown-Sjquard
showed the academy an apparatus of his
invention. A reversed funnel, the
shape of a lamp shade, is placed at the
end of a tube, so arranged in its curves
and angles that wrhen it is placed beside
a bed the reversed fuanel will be above
the sleeper, and draw up the air ho
breathes. The other end runs into the
chimney of the room. If there is none,
it is taken through a heating apparatus
to an air-hole.
Precious Boxes.
Perhaps the chief thing during the
Civil war which afforded equal pleasure
to the soldier and his friends at home
was the sending and the reception of
boxes of good things. When these
home-boxes arrived at camp, ths men re
ceiving them were like schoolboys, elat
ed over their good fortune and ready to
share their delicacies with the less fa
vored who had not been remembered.
The author of "Hard Tack and Cof
fee," in describing the contents of such
boxes, gives a list of article3 ordered by
him at some period in the service:
"Round-headed nails (for boot heels),
hatchet, pudding, turkey, pickles, on
ions, pepper, paper, envelopes, stockings,
potatoes, chocolate, condensed milk,
sugar, broma, butter sauce, boot preser
vative." Of course, this catalogue was supple
mented by the loving friends at home,
by a dozen necessaries and delicacies.
Youth's Companion.
A City Beneath the Tide.
A city at the bottom of the sea was
seen toward the end of October near
Treptow, in Prussia, when a powerful
south wind blew the waters of the Bal
tic away from the shore, uncovering a
portion of ground usually hidden from
sight by the waves. It was the ruins of
the city of Regamuende, once a flourish
ing commercial station, which was
swallowed by the sea some five centur
ies ago. The unusual spectacl e was not
enjoyed but for a few hours. When the
storm slackened and tho waves returned
to cover up the place which had
once been the residence and field of
labor of busy men. North German Ga
zette. '
Why Corn Pops.
The peculiarity of pop-corn is that it
contains more oil than other varieties ol
maize. When gradually exposed tc
heat over a brisk fire, the oil in the
grain becomes converted into gas, which
expanding tears open the starch cells o!
the corn. The heat at the same time
cooks the starch and enlarges ils parti
cles, so that tho popped grain is snow
white and many times larger than before
it was heated. Inter-Ocean.
The Ministry of Song.
Not the child's song with careless laughter
rising .
From rosy lips in childhood's sunny days,
Not that sweet strain which youth delights
in singing,
Are life's best melody and truest praise.
Gladsome are these, and beautiful; their
cadence
Floats down long years; Life's morning
song seems best;
Although maturity, with sighs, confesses
Her children's songs bring pity and unrest.
Who soothes the ear of grief with hint of
pleasure?
Who comforts age with hope of things to
be?
Why have youth's song and life's maturer
measures
No common key note in life's harmony?
None know and yet, from out our care and
clamor
We hear the wondrous music silence holds.
In piteous need, one human lamentation
Most beauteous strain of sympathy enfolds.
Joy's happy lay and griefs heart-broken
wailing
No concord know, till some poor, stricken
heart,
With faith sublime, turn from its own re
pining To comfort with a song some life apart.
As even song of birds-seems holier, sweeter
Than any note the noon-day's riot knew;
So that faint voice from desolation rising
May solace and uplift the wide world
through.
Edith K. Perry.
HUMOROUS.
C'urreut literature receipts for pud
dings. Many an old book has to be bound
over to keep the piece.
The man who marrie3 for beauty takes
his wife at her faco valus.
New Haven News: A cork's crew
usually moans a fishing vessel's outfit.
Opportunities are like vacant lots.
They must be improved to be profitable.
Professional wdiistlcrs have to whistle
for their pay but they generally get
it.
It must bo a very good brass band
that can play all the airs a drum major
puts on.
A man may be opposed to capital
punishment and yet in favor of hanging
up his grocer.
The man who sets out to study a
woman's disposition can generally learn
a great deal, but the pries of tuition is
apt to be high.
The man who has a long ulster never
dreads the winter, nay, he rather wel
comes it for he is then enabled to con
ceal the bags in the knees of his trous
ers. Women have much more adaptability
than men. The girl with the tiniest
rosebud mouth can hold from four to six
six-inch clothespins between her jaw3
on washday.
The minister was dining with the
family, and he said to Bobby, with an
amused smile: "I'm afraid, Bobby, that
you haven't the patience of Job." "No,
sir," responded Bobby, who was hun
gry, "but Job wasn't always helped
last.
The Tartars and Their Horses.
The Tartars have a way of living with
their animals w-hich is truly astonishing
they talk to them, and when they
wish to encourage them, they whistle
to them as if they were birds. If they
do not travel well, they address to them
gentle reproaches; and when special
effort is needed on their part, they say
"Come, my doves you know you must
go up there ; courage, my pets ; come,
go on!" And wdicn the difficulty is ac
complished, they get down from their
box and praise and caress them, allow
ing them to rest and breathe patting -them
between their eyes, rubbing their
noses, stroking the hair on their fore
heads betwoen their cars indeed caress
ing them in every way, and treating
them like much-loved pets.
The Warmest Soles.
I know that it i3 contrary to precon.
ceived notions, says Joe I Swopo in the
Globe-Democrat, but it is the fact
all the same, that the feet can bo kept
warmer in cold weather by wearing a
shoe with a light sole than with a thick
one. With the light sole? the foot has a
chance to work, thereby ' keeping up a
circulation. This applies, of course,
only to dry weather. When it is wet
and rubbers are necessary, it is best to
wear a single-soled shoe inside. In the
Mimmer the thick sole should be used,
for it keeps the heat of the pavement
from striking through.
Mexican Humor.
At a party some people were speaking
of a lady who had died at the ripe age
of 80 years.
Among the persons present was one
whose intellect was rather limited.
"That is nothing," he said, with a
self-satisfied air; "if my grandfather
had lived, he would now be 118 years
old.
Nice Enough.
;0ii !" exclaimed a young lady ec
statically, "wouldn't it belovely to paint
those flowers ?"'
"No, dear," responded another,
they h ok nico enough without being
painted." Pittsburg Dispatch.
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