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,il!,l , M il-si v.IiJ ir li i ii fi .- ii i -I HI II ': III I 5 i if, :rj? v V' d (. I ADYXBTISHTO BATES. . S ... .... Advertisements will be inserted for One Dullar "Ii :-;ri -ni Fayettevule 8t:;Se6ona'tTtor"flW Building.' RATK8 OF.BDMCMPTIOK: ., , One copy one year, mailed port-paid .... .".3 Od One copy st months, mafled poet-paid. ... 1 00 per square (one inch) for the first and Fifty Cents for each subsequent publication. Contracts for advertising for any space or time .1- may be.made at the office of the i RALEIGH REGISTER, ga- No name filtered without payment, and ;, 7"T TT RALEIGH, N. C, WEDNESDAY, JULY 1, 1885. NO. 70. Second Floor of Fisher Building, Fayetteville no paper ens aner xpumuon ,oi ume puNf v-- i Street, next to Market House. 1 1 vv . THE LOVE LETTER, fGodej's lady' Book. '''u Katie came into my study with the pan and brush in hand ; . The dustinir soon was over, yet the irirl did blushing stand. "' " ' She wsJ' toying with a letter -which a foreign; postmark Tce, . It had come to .Pennsylvania from Erin's lovely shore. A " What is it, Kate t ". I asked her. Is there aught that I can do I " And. as she stood there blushing, " Shall I read that note for you ? " ' "'Tis a letter from f ould Ireland," and she blushed a deeper red, " An' if ye'd place ''she faltered, then out the room she fled. What's wrong with Katie, I wondered, ber Ac tions are so queer ; But patiently I waited, knowing well that soon I'd hear. 1 ' " " Come in ! " I quickly answered, as I heard a timid knock,' ' And wondered why her fingers seemed to trem ble on the lock. Her eheeka were red as roses, and again as white as snow- ,r - ' ; The pretty blushes seemed to chase each other to and fro. ' ! She had the letter in her hand, and a buneh of cotton soft; - 1 ' With trembling voice at last she spoke (but af ter failures oft) ' " Tis a letter from ould Erin ; it's me can't rade a word, An' if ye plaxe," the stammered, "'twast sint by PatMcCord." .-, 'Shall I read It, Kate?" "Why, aur, I was about to ask the same, For 'tis me can . niver rade it, the more it is a But, your riv'rence won't be angry ; 'tis a lere letther, ebore ;.i An' Patrick writes so tlnderly, be wouldn't like that your ; Ears should hear at all, at all. For the love he hears tome - : ; Is as dape as Lake KiBarney and as boundless as the sea ! ' ' So, if your rly'renee plaxes (it's me dont loike to shpake Wbat's on me moind ; there's no offlnee intend ed), would yoo take 1 This cotton, when you'rade it,' and stuff ft to your ear An' Patrick's love he'll' tell to me, but yon ,wfH niver hear.'? . I assented to her wish, stopped the cotton in my ears, - '" Bead the tender missive to her, which forth both Smiles and tears. called 'Twas an honest, manly letter; spoke of love both deep and true, And of how his Katie darling but that's not for me nor you. Said Kate: "I'm thankful to yes. An' your riv'renee is so wise Could vou now wroite to Patrick, an let me blindfold jonr eyes fM So Patrick got his letter, which I managed slow to write, And Katie vowed, "Of niver a word his river- enee got sight. " . ' FOREST PRESERVATION. A Sporting Fisherman' Observations). W. C. Prime in N. T. Journal of Commerce.J Middlebcet, Vt., June 1, 1885. Nor where in the country ii there a more beau tiful or a more inhospitable lake than Lake Dnnmore. It lies under the west side of a lofty part of the Green Mountains, the great pile rising abruptly from its eastern snore, while all around it is the unDroKen forest; except only at the northern fend, where on a clearing 'stands a small hotel. There is nothing lacking here for the full satisfaction of the 'eye. and nothing to mar the perfect pflntstire with' which one- sits and looks at lake, lake shores ana mountains. But I could not get even a feed for my horses, much less luncheon or lodgings for ourselves. We lingered a hall hour en joying the scene, then planged into the forest road which leads along the foot of the mountains northward, and entering the Hiddlebury and Ripton road three or four miles from the lake, we went up a magnificent gorge of the hills to Breadloaf Inn. ' In the town of Rip ton there is a great plateau ol farm lands Iving on the moun tains. The road from Middlebury ascends to this plateau, crosses it for about three miles, again ascends the eastern ridge, and then descends to Hancock. Toward the eastern side of the plateau (it should rather be called a rolling plain), stands the Breadloaf Inn, one of the most luxn nous places of summer repose in all the north country. On a large farm, abund antly stocked with animals of the re nowned breeds, stands what may be called , a large farm bouse, grown into a rambling, picturesque house, with cottages and am ple accommodations for I don't know how many guests. The Breadloaf mountain which gives name to the inn rises behind it. A sparkliner tront stream comes down from the north" and -another tots-In the1 meadow in front of the house from the east. Nature has done all that is needful here for beauty, and Mr. Battell, the pro pnetor, who owns many thousands of acres of forest lands hereabouts. loves na ture so well that the timber wilt never be cut from any of these hills so long as he can prevent it. In this he has the admir ing sympathy of all lovers of nature, and all who are thoughtful enough to look to me future good of the country. These magnificent hills, clothed to their summits ith forests in whose colore evenr hue of the rainbow is seen as the sun swings over 'htm, are too glorious possessions to be acrificed for the few dollars which the - umber on them would fetch . i (ic common argument which is used to l!iSt'fy the wholesale destruction of tim "er, is that it is needed for building and purposes. If every Stale would for me erection of wooden houses any- -re, mere would be small harm done, nd there would be resulting good beyond -;i mate in a few years. This country fur- "isnts everywhere ample material for buildings, more fit, more enduring, and more beautiful in result, than wood. This material would be abundant and cheap wen men were obliged to use it. The niversal prevalence' of wooden houses in country, due to the abundant of the 'nei ial, is an ugly feature, especially aa "e houes grow old. Even , the most ex pensive wooden houses become shabby in 'toe, and are verv noatlv in fcr in renair. jny Vermont farmers are using slate for bniM ruuung. ii mey wouiu una stone houses, as some are doing, they fguments in favor of wooden houses, and timl 8re n,!'ny' but aa between cutting the "moer which untains. or house building thn i nn V,A.m The timber should sot be cut. For the ' vast injury to the whole country which is produced by denuding the mountains of their forests is incalculable.' This subject has been often discussed in these letters. The Connecticut River, given over to the timber-drivers, has become a canal, lieefa arc , Wa8tcd,out. Bulkheads arc built to tufn "the current into the central channels.. The melting snows, no longer held back iri the spongy mosses of , the forests, and the 'spring rains, are hurried swiftly down in freshets which' destroy property" in the lower country. The freshets re utilized to bring down every' spring the timber from thousands of acres, where no pine wood will ever grow again. The summer comes, hot and dry, with low water in the rivers, which were formerly full all the summer ', from the slow drain out of the dark shades in the upper country. ' The natural reservoirs, which thus gave out slowly their--reserves of water, are gone, and all the water comes down with a rush after every rain Manufacturing compa nies everywhere have found it necessary to make artificial reservoirs to take the place of the lost natural reservoirs. Hills that were once forest-covered are bleak masses of rock, growing drier year by year. If there was ever an instance of killing the goose that lays the golden egg, it is in uiii mewoa oi Treating our nortnern for ests. In hundreds of valleys, where water was abundant in former years, the. water i: a . i . V i , me id iuc grouna is now oeiow me reacn of ordinary wells. The tendency is to ward that condition which in a century or two will compel a resort to irrigation for ordinary agricultural purposes. Laving as I do at .Lonesome .Lake, among my grand old trees, and loving them indi vidually, knowing them by their several features, and-considering them as personal friends, I am tempted to use the argument of Sentiment. But sentiment is nowhere in this age. The dollar is the argument. Therefore it (becomes us, who desire 'to preserve our forests, to make plain to far mers (who control legislation whenever they see their interests affected) that there is more money lor them, for their farms and their children, id preserving than in cutting aw.ay the timber which now remains on New England hills. Special honor is due to Mr. Battell and all other Vermont men who look on the forests as among the most valuable pos sessions of the Green Mountain State, val uable if kept, valueless if cut away. I wish there were more such men in New Hampshire. We remained over two golden days at the Breadloaf Ian. We drove up to a beautiful little pond in the deep forest on the mountain, where Mr. Battell has a boathouse and boats, and where trout are said to be abundant. Bnt the snow water was still trickling through the woods, and the water was icy and we got no trout. I took a dozen with a fly in a brook close by the Inn and put them back for the benefit of some of those who will be in a few weeks enjoying this mountain home. Then we drove down the mountain to Middlebury. The Ripton gorge, up which we bad come and down which we went, ii. worth coming to Vermont to see. The road winds down the side, while a torrent roars in the deep ravine hundreds of feet below. The outlook -westward from the summit w far 'ever 'Lake CBamplain, bounded by the Adirondack range. , The. foVesti,' -how lnfun"'fbl!age,cling to the precipitous sides and seem to lean over and almost meet above the dark deptha in which the water thunders. Sometimes the. road descends to the level of the stream, and then the angler's eye is de lighted at sight of grand holes where the flood pours milky white over rocks and tails out black and deep under moss-covered precipices. The drive from the Breadloaf Inn to Middlebury will take rank for grandeur and beauty, combined and alternating, with any drive in all the world. Lumbering; In mtebell. Baltimore Manufacturer's Record. j Baste rsViiah?, June 12, 1885. The new enterprises in this county are too numerous to mention in a short article. One at the foot of the great Roan mountain is worthy of particular mention. S. B. Scarles & Co., Glen Ayer, N. C, are shipping an average of eight thousand feet of cherry lumber per day. This lumber is taken from the mill and drawn directly up the Roan mountain by a tram railway; while one loaded car goes up the mountain an other is being let down on the other side, an engine at the top steadying movements of the cars, This same company have a tram road running three miles into one of the gorges of the mountain, where the logs are loaded on the tram cars and" brought to the mill by the down grade of the road. Another new firm, r. M. Smart & Co., are getting out cnerry, curiea popiar, mountain mahogany and walnut. These and other companies arc a great help to ward settling up this heavily timbered country. Trees that cost days of hard work to cut and burn up are now bought by these firms and paid for and taken away. We are also greatly benefited . by the help given toward making roads through dense forests. Wanted bla money's Worth, New York Times. " How fur is Albany f " asked a coun tryman at the Grand Central station. "une nunarea ana iony-iour mnes. " How loner does it take to git thar ? " "Three hours and twenty-five minutes by fast line." "An1 how much docs it cost f " One dollar and forty -four cents." " Gosh! a dollar an' forty-four cents for ridin' less'n four hours. Why, up in Ver mont I kin ride half a day on a railroad fur less money than that, an' not go near so fur, nutber." The TJaea of the Comma. Vapid Vaporings. In his court King Charles was standing on his bead a golden crown And his royal brow was wrinkled in a most por- - tentous irown Fifty courtiers entered walking on their hands were lewels brurht Set in rings of gold and silver what a rare and splendid stgnt Four and twenty noble ladies proud and fair ana ten ieei long Were their trains that flowed behind them borne by pages stout and strong In a bow'r of fragrant roses the musicians now compete Blowing trumpets with their noses they iabale , the iragrance sweet See the Queen how sad and tearful as the King cuts oft ber bead One bright tress of hair at parting and she wishes ;. she was. qeaa An unusual large crop of 'cotton has been planted. Ami corn and cotton are both looking very promising for the sea son. Monroe Enquirer. A POT OF SWEET-WILLIAJI A Trnthnil Story of the Great City. fXym Crinkle in New York World. About a month ago a pot of " sweet william" not yet in flower was carried up to the fifth floor of the big tenement-house at Ko. "127 East Twentieth street, and placed on the window-sill of a back room that overlooked some scorching tin roofs, a snarl of "clothes lines" and a perspec tive of chimneys and mephitic gas-works. I should never have known of it if a kind-hearted old saint, who is always pok ing about in these places, had not spoken to Dr. Hamilton about it one day as we stood talking in front of the Coleman House. By the way, we had been talking about Dr. Hammond's "Lai." He had remarked that Bunce said it sold like hot cakes, and I had replied that like hot cakes there was indigestion in it, and I wondered why an author who had such a fund of experi-. ence in New York life should have gone all the way to Colorado to find an impos sible character when the actual was under his very nose. Just then up stepped my old friend in black and bugles and wanted the doctor to go and see a poor dear girl that was her phrase in Twentieth street. There is nothing a doctor has to fight more grimly than promiscuous sympathy, unless he conscientiously believes that medicine is martyrdom, and as a rule he doesn't. I suppose Dr. Hamilton would have smiled affably and evasively and then for gotten it all if Black and Bugles hadn't said something about a pot of sweet-william. And this is the way she said it: " The poor dear is dying there for want of care and food. She's been living for a week off a pot of sweet-william in the win dow." A yellow cab rattled up, and five min utes later the doctor and I were slinging the mud iu Twentieth street. I spare you the tenement-house. This one is no worse, no better than the rest. It may have a few more people in it than the law allows, but it is built so that it will not fall down. The rest of it is hackneyed. God forgive us that the misery of it and all the wretched, broken hearts of it should be hackneyed, too. II. Real life is always the same old story. It doesn'tneed to be retouched. "I know what this is," I said ''deso late room, sick woman in bed, deserted by her lover; no work; careless life; improvi dent habits; penitent and pitiful end regulation style." But there was the Pot of Swect-Wii- liam ! Yes, that was not the regulation style certainly not the dietetic style. True enough, there she was on her back. But a married woman this time, and there sat her boy husband holding her thin hand and looking into the veins of it. He got up like a gaunt wolf, his eye gleaming, when we came in. Two or or three words of explanation sat him down sullenly on the foot of the bed. He was a handsome fellow, not over twenty-two, rugged and sun-browned. It was easy to see in his eye and the curve of his mouth that he did not come out of the gutter. But the woman! That ghost there in the grip of a fever. Evidently she did not come out of the earth at all must have floated lightly down to it at some time like a palpitating fog of woman, to find out what a hell it all was she had got into. Very white and frail, with that awful weariness and sadness in her big eyes that even the fire of the fever could not over come. Even this is the old story and the old details. The cool, quick skill of the physician got hold of her. In a few minutes the husband had gone for the needed medicine, and the doctor bad her alone. Science was groping for the mischief. I walked to the window and there stood the pot of sweet-william a' little bunch of-it in a common earthen jar, but very green and fresh and pretty. HI. ' Where is Charley ? " she said plain tively. " Why does he stay away so long ! He doesn t know how dreary it is here. Poor boy ! poor boy 1 O my poor Charley I Do you think he'll come back here ? Why should he ? You don't know him it will kill him; I'm sure it will." The doctor looked sidewise at me. I knew what he meant this was fever talk. Just enough delirium to be disconnected, but not enough to be false. " 1 tell you he s hungry; can t you see it in his cheek f A man cannot go without food like a woman. Why don't you let me be and attend to him ? I shall be all right presently. But his heart is breaking. Is that you, mother ? Did you bring my sweet-william f You'll have to explain to these gentlemen; I don't want them to laugh at me. Tell them it was a girl's whim. It grew in my garden. How cool it was there by the brook ! Are we there now ? Charley, Charley my poor dar ling, are we back in the garden ? "O, I know; put it on the chairhereby my side and shut the window; the dread" ful sounds drown the music of the water." I made a motion to obey her. The doc tor motioned me to keep still. " She said she'd send a doctor and a nurse; wasn't that what she said ? O, I want a drink." t - There was a tumbler of tepid Croton on the mantel. The doctor put the mocking fluid to her hot lips as with one arm he lifted her head tenderly. Then she fell over in the semi-unconsciousness of weak ness, and he put his head down on her breast and listened. "Typhoid symptoms," he said, as he came over to the window, and, lifting the flower-pot, looked at the budding plant. As he did so the woman murmured: "Charley, don't let them take the plant away, will you ? and don't forget, before you go, to speak to the children in the hall : tell them there is a sick lady in here, and they will kill her with the noise." So far this is the history of a thousand. But more. It is the poignant, irremedi able destiny of life lurking here that gives us pause. The story, the story of it, come back again, old and worn and sodden with tears. Don't you know we got it out of Charley bit by bit. Modest scraps, dropped with quivering chin 1 Pieced together it was I tell you, the same old thing. A thread bare romance, like an old garment, with this bit of sweet-william stuck into it. I stood at the window and looked out at the great throbbing city every street rich with charity and pity, and yet the pit iless sun fell on it with blinding cruelty, and the wearisome wheels of life ground out their discordant noises, and hope and faith and lore together were struggling and perishing like Ihis little plant all round us.1 . You will have cheap reflections in spite of yourself sometimes. Here wa this boy, married a year. Now think of what fate can squeeze into a year. Somewhere there was a cool garden where the sweet-william had been growing for twenty years, and that's where he got this girl. They did their cooing there. Don't you know as well as I do that he had ambition and she had faith, and nothing must do but he must come here to make his brave fight. And all she knew was she was strong, and she wanted to be with him. But of course you don't know it as well as I do for you haven't looked into their faces. IV. This is what I've got to tell you. Somebody got hold of that boy very quickly, slapped him on the back out there in the nail and blew a gust of morn ing air through him. It wasn't me. "Brace up, old fellow. The worst is over. We'll have you out of this in a jiffy. New York wants just such stuff as yours. We are looking for it all the time. The night is passed, 'pon my word it is. Here, come alopg with me." "Wait just a moment," said Charley. Then he went back on tip-toe and got down and kissed his ghost, and said over all the brave things he had been saying so often. "Do you hear me, Lily. We're all right cow. I'm going out for a little while I'll be right back. I've got work promised. Don't look that way at me. This time it's sure. The doctor says he'll pull you through, and we're going to be happy now. Do you know what I'm say ing to you?" Then that awful weary look. She had heard this so many times, and always the same hungry boy coming back. The most appalling thing in this world is for affection to see disease killing the interest of love itself. "Yes, I know, Chantey," she said; "I know. I sha'n't worry, and when you come back this time I'll be better. I feel it." "Thank God," he said, and kissed her, and rushed out. V. It was a June day. The city smelt of roses, for the Decoration holiday was just over. It was all fixed. Friends turned up all over. Work in plenty. He was away down in vesey street and ins heart sang. Somebody said: "Here, my boy. I'll ad vance you two weeks' salary. You'll need it. You can pay me back, you know, when you get on your feet." But he only thought of one thing it was lying there in Twentieth street. He was so impatient to get back that he could hear his heart beat while his friends were talking to him. Some one gave him a big bouquet. " Take it up to the sick wife, old fellow," 6ome one said, and thrust him into a cab. He leaned out of the window in amaze ment and beckoned at the driver, "My God, man, are you going to walk all the way?" And the man said, with an oath: "He was going as fast as the law allowed and a d d sight faster." But no cab could go so fast as the boy's thoughts. "At last, my poor sick dar ling," he was saying over and over, "I'm coming I'm coming." Then he pictured the gladness on her white face when he told her. He knew exactly how he would get his arms about her and hold her tight and tell her what they could do now, and he would see the old light come back in her eyes and the old smile play round her mouth. And then be wanted to jump out and run ahead of the lumbering vehicle. Lp the four flights of stairs, two steps at a time; through the noisy children ; his hand1 on the knob. The door was locked. In a minute it was cautiously opened and Black and Bugles came stealthily out into the hall and closed it behind her. "One moment, my boy," she said. "Is she worse?" The woman turned her head and her hand caught the bugles in her dress me chanically. "No I think she is better calm your self." He dropped the bouquet out of his limp hand. He was staring at her. "But I must wake her. I've good news. It will cure ber. I'm not excited. She's going to get well. What's the mat ter?" He made a sudden bound, and was in the room. It was darkened. Ha ran against a chair, and something fell to the floor. He threw the blinds open spas modically, and rushed to the bed. One look was enough. She was dead I With a great groan he sank down by her side, and love and hope and faith went out together in that suspiration. When Black and Bugles came in she found he had knocked down the pot of sweet-william, and in his last agony had fallen on the tender buds and crushed them. When One Is of As;e. New York Journal of Commerce If our correspondent means that he was born on the fifth day of No vember, then it is legally certain that he attains his majority at the moment the clock strikes twelve midnight on the third of that month. "A person is of full age at the beginning of the last day of his 21st year." Parsons on Contracts, volume 1, section 294 ; 2 Salk 625; Conn. Dig. In fant A; Bool v. Mix, 17 Wend. (U. S. Su preme Court), 119, and a host of other authorities, so that it is without dispute. The decision is founded on very ancient authority, which established the principle that the law recognizes no parts of a day. Therefore if a man is twenty-one when the last day of the year has ended, he is 21 when it begins. This was the rule of the old Roman law, and antedates by many years the Christian Era. It was the rec ognition of this rule which made the old law writers, in speaking of a year, put it as a year and a day. .Their theory was that in law the last day ended when it be gan, and hence it took legally a year and a day to round out one revolution of the earth around the sun. , Finding one's Fortune. New York World. "My dear," said a father to his daugh ter, "how long ago was it that George Jackson went West to seek jiis fortune ! " "Just a year," the girl replied, with a blush. " Was there anything between you and George f I sometimes thought that he was fond of you." " He was, papa," and the girl hid her face on the old man's shoulder. "I prom ised George when he went away that I would wait for him for years if necessary, " I have a letter from him." "Oh, papal" she exclaimed. "Does he er has he oh, tell me, what does he say ? " " He wants twenty dollars to get home witn." , PEOPLE WITH HOBBIES. Fancies that Approach Insanity. New York Sun.J Are you troubled with a hobby ? " asked a wiearied-looking physician of the reporter. -"I have hardly time to do justice to one," replied the latter; my present ob ject is to discover in what light hobbies are regarded by the modern medical man." " An, that is a dinerent matter. A man with a hobby," said a well-known physician to the reporter, "is apt to be a nuisance; that is, he may become one if his hobby carries him too far. I have treated some bad cases of hobby during the past twenty years." "Do you mean that you have treated hobbies medicinally ? " " Not directly. The hobby affection is often a symptom of some mental trouble mild or severe, as the case may be but it is not a disease in itself. I have of ten ad cases, however, in which an excessive man ifestation of the hobby influence constitu ted the most marked symptom of a real nervous trouble. Some of these cases are very interesting, and have attracted my attention even in those mild and often amusing aspects of eccentricity which do not call for professional treatment. We must remember that hobbies are favorite pursuits carried to excess, and do not nec essarily indicate mental disorder. But even in cases where they really arise from disturbed mental conditions I have known them to be beneficial in their effects. Some neuralogists have asserted that a mild monomania may afford an excellent outlet for that excess of psychic force which might, in some temperaments, give rise to serious nervous troubles. " I am now treating a young woman who has the harmless hobby for ' fixing bureau drawers,' as it is called, and she is said to do it very well ; but the passion has become so strong that it interferes with her educa tion and social duties. Women often ask each other to inspect the various things which go to make up their dress and toilet paraphernalia. This young woman docs not hesitate, even at a first visit, to ask of her new acquaintance the privilege of re arranging her 'things, ond she will often spend half a day at it. Her mother tells me that he has frequently found her in the middle of the night seated on the floor of her room surrounded by bureau drawers and piles of frills and gimcracks. Sonic of these articles, the mother says, were purchased months ago, and have been ar ranged hundreds of times, but have never yet heen worn. When a child she pos sessed only one doll, but had a hundred dresses for it and several bushels of penny gewgaws. She was engaged to be mar ried, but one day her lover took her to call on her future mother-in-law, whereupon she became so absorbed in assorting the old lady's things that she could not be Eersuaded to return to the parlor where er lover was. He, after dancing attend ance on her whims for three hours, became disaffected and married another girl. The fact did not disconcert my patient in the least, but her friends became alarmed and brought her to me. "The desire to work at some occupation diametrically opposed to the hobbyist's condition in life is so frequent a form of mild monomania as to suggest the idea that the impulse is governed by some wholesome natural law. I had a wealthy patient a year aso who had a habit of dressing himself in verv old clothincr. put- ting a shovel on his shoulder, and hiring himself out to do almost anything he could find in the way of digging. He told me he always chose a' cross and exacting boss ' I enjoy having my foreman pitch into me,' he said, 'and delight in feeling obliged to work hard. A master who doesn't swear once in a while becomes un popular with me, and I leave him at the end of the day. If, however, he shows the proper amount of brutality I will re main with him for three or four days, and leave feeling very much refreshed in mind and body.' This queer individual was blown up one day while blasting rocks, and, although he did not turn out to be seriously injured, concluded to seek my advice. I prescribed a course of vigorous horseback riding, on a trotter, and the man has given up his vagaries. The hobby for doing unnecessary work takes various forms, and occurs at all ages of life. once knew a child who commenced to Sweep and dust when she could barely walk. A wealthy gentleman up town labors furious ly for weeks at a time in making musical instruments. He can turn out a fiddle capable of producing the most monstrous squeaks known to mankind. I was once consulted in the case of a rich man who had a pet idea concerning the construction of barrels. It sounded queer to hear him driving down hoops at midnight in his splendidly furnished house. "The origin of these eccentricities is supposed to lie in heredity. I have often found, however, that it depends upon some excess in mental or muscular activity. One of the most curious of my cases was that of an elderly maiden ladv from Bos ton, who occupied herself constantly in making sets of baby clothes. She could have no possible use for them, but insisted upon keeping the articles, though she was otherwise very generous in giving thi away. The amusement was harmless enough in itself, but it excited a good deal of comment and some ridicule, and this is why I was called in. Her friends seemed to fear that her reputation would suffer, The lady did not know why she made the articles. Suddenly she changed her fad to fan painting, and all was well. " Some years ago a lady came to me on account of a mania she had for samples of woven fabrics. She did not want to be cured of her hobby, for she did not seem to recognize it as a malady ; but her desire to get these samples was accompanied by a feeling of great excitement, which she said was slowly wearing her out. A long. continued course of tonic sedatives brought her around. A curious result of her hobby is seen in the fact that at present she always goes to Philadelphia to do ber shopping. She says she cannot withstand the horri fied looks of the dry goods clerks whom she had formerly worried for samples. The desire for these samples was certainly uncontrollable when I first saw her, for she could not resist snipping a good -sized piece out of a bandsome plusb table cover in my office. One of her friends told me that she cut a piece of elaborate trimming from a seemed to run in the family. Her brother wa once arrested for complicity in a bank robbery, because a few days before the crime he had made desperate efforts to procure an automatic safe lock similar to that used in the bank. The man had a mania for locks, and had spent a small fortune in securing them of various pat terns. 1 "I once knew a man who wished to keep J continually informed as to the time of day. No consideration of the rules of politeness would prevent his taking out his watch every few minutes. He was married four times, and could tell to a second when each wife died. The man was fond of go ing to the theatre, and one night after the ! performance be astonished an actor friend by telling him the exact time of his en trances throughout a five act play But his chief amusement was a horse race. He never bet and did not care which . horse won, but knew the exact instant at which every horse made his miles and quarters. This man tried to cure himself of this habit by going without a watch, but he lost so much time through looking into stores every block or two to see what time t was, that he had to keep on wearing his timekeeper. "A very studious young man who once advised with me had an obstinate desire to possess articles of women's clothing. He never masqueraded in them, and had no especial acquaintance with their mys teries, but had. every three or four months, a consuming desire to purchase some ar ticle of female attire. His father was on the point of disinheriting him on account of this weakness, but the young man's habits were so good that the old gentle man believed at last that his boy was suf fering from a monomania of obscure ori gin. The fancy was afterward attributed to a dream in which the young man im bibed the notion that some curious quality in women's apparel was to bring him good fortune. His mother remembered that he commenced when very young to hide away some of her clothing. The fancy gradual ly died out and tbe young fellow made an enviable reputation as a lawyer. "1 had a curious case last year ol a min ister who was afflicted with an imperious passion for clog dancing. He had a queer impulse to dance jigs, even on the most solemn occasions. His only explanation which he gave me with tears in his eyes was that ' it seemed to relieve his mind.' His brother, who was a somewhat rough Connecticut farmer, begged me to give his brother ' something strong for it, or he would lose his job.' Only last night,' he explained, ' my reverend brother excused himself from the company at bis bouse, and five minutes later I found him down stairs in a corner of the room, looking mighty solemn, and putting in a little pri vate jig on the dead quiet.' It appeared also that a deputation of his parishioners had waited on him to inquire into this habit. I learned that on this occasion the old gentleman took down his bible and read from II. Samuel, vi., 14, 'And David danced before the Lord with all his might.' This silenced the deputation, but the good old man felt the need of advice. I recom mended him to saw wood and adopt a milk diet. In time he was cured. " Of all the hobbies, that for tinkering with edge tools seems to be the most pow erful. My door bell was rung violently at 2 o'clock one morning, and I was conduc ted in a carriage to a hotel in this city known as a popular hostelry for honey moons. A distracted bride awaited my coming and conducted me to their apart ment. Here 1 found the husband deeply interested in mending a piece of furniture he had broken by accident in the after noon. He had hired a lot of carpenters' tools and a gluepot, and, utterly ignoring the tears, persuasions and threats of his anxious wife, he was enjoying the exercise of his hobby in full measure. The land lord refused to remonstrate with the man so long as he refrained from hammering; he knew the gentleman as a liberal cus tomer, and had, ho doubt, already settled in his mind the price he would charge for his ' glued-up ' carpet and damaged up hol8terv. I gave the wife a sedative, and recommended her to allow the man to fin ish his work, which he promised to do in an hour. I learned afterward that their married life went on smoothly enough, and the lady told me herself that her queer bridegroom had turned out to be an excel lent husband. 'He has his cabinet-mak ing attacks now and then,' she said, 'but I reallv think thev do him good.' This wise woman believed, and rightly so, in mv estimation, that the man's harmless hobby had saved him from real evils." IN THE PKNITEXTIAHl. The Convicts and Their Way of Life. Pittsboro Record. The number how there is 265 Uf these os are white men, 7 white wo men, 180 colored men and 16 colored wo men. All the women are employed in the laundry and sewing room, and do all the washing and make all the clothing for the other convicts. Among them we noticed some real respectable looking white wo men. In the shoe shop are about 40 men, most of them the longest-term prisoners, and they make about 200 pairs of shoes a day. lhev use the most improved ma chinery and do good work. The hospital wards reflect much credit upon their man agement, and We venture the assertion that a sick convict has better attention than one-half of the citizens of the State when they are sick. Most of the inmates of the hospital are broken-down convicts sent back to the penitentiary from tbe railroads, and many of them too late for any chance of recovery. The building and grounds arc conveniently supplied with an abundance of pure water. Sarah Wouldn't, and She wu Right. Detroit Free Press, j There was a wedding tour in this direc tion the other day, and the happy couple were accompanied by three others. It was a sweet spectacle to see the four pairs Eromenading up Jefferson Avenue, with ands clasped and a taffy -like smile spread over every face, and hundreds of pedestri ans stopped to gaze and admire. The porter of a wholesale house wasn't quite satisfied with what he could see, but stopped the last couple and inquired : " Is it a case of love ? " " You bet! " replied the young man. " Are they extremely happy ? " "Jest a-biling over, sir." " Why don't you and this gal follow suit ? " "I'm perfectly willin', but Sarah ker tunks on me. I've asked her over twenty lines to have me, but it s no go." "Never! never! " she firmly said, as she rolled her cud of gum to the other side for a moment. " When a man takes me to circus and crawls under the canvas to save expenses, and then can't see the man with the lemonade nor the boy with the pea nuts, I wouldn't hitch to him if I had to go out and set a bear trap to catch a part ner: ' t Having Bad Lock with the Cow. INew York Sun. Amateur farmer (for the summer only) That cow I bought of you refuses to give down any milk. Old farmer That ain't right. She gave twenty-eight quarts a day when I sold her to you. Amateur farmer I know she did. At first I had no trouble. I could go out any time and get a glass of milk. But yes terday we wanted a little for dinner and couldn't get a drop, and to-day it's been the same way. She must be a poor cow. PRESIDENT LINCOLN'S WAT Of Getting hla Way ; as he Always Did. New York Tribune Reminiscences. One day when he was alone and busily ngaged on an important subject, involv- ng vexation and anxiety, he was, by some mischance, disturbed by tbe unwarranted intrusion of three men who, without apol- gy, proceeded to lay their claim before him. The spokesman of the three remind ed the President that they were the owners of some torpedo or other warlike invention which, if the Government would only adopt it, would soon crush the rebellion. 'Now," said the spokesman, "we have been here to see you time and again; you have referred us to the Secretary of War, to the Chief of Ordnance and the General of the Army, and they will give us no sat isfaction. We have been kept here, wait ing till money and patience are exhausted, and we now come to demand of you a final reply to our application." Mr. Lincoln listened quietly to this in solent tirade, and at its close the old twin kle came into his eve. " You three gentlemen remind me of a story I once heard," said he, "of a poor little boy out West who had lost his mother. His father wanted to rive him a eligious education, and so placed him in the family of - a clergyman, whom he di rected to instruct the little fellow careful ly in the Scriptures. Every day the boy was required to commit to memory and recite one chapter of the Bible. Things proceeded smoothly until they reached that chapter which details the story of the trials of Shadrach, Meshach and Abcdne go in the fiery furnace. The boy got on well until he was asked to repeat these three names, but he had forgotten them. His teacher told him he must learn them, and gave, him another day to do so. Next day the boy again forgot them. Now,' said the teacher, ' you have again failed to remember those names, and you can go no further till you have learned them. , I will give you another day on this lesson, and if you don't repeat the names I will punish you.' A third time the boy came to recite and got down to,, the stumbling-block, when the clergyman said : ' Now tell me tnc names of tbe men in the fiery furnace.' Oh, 8aid the boy, ' here come those three infernal bores I I wish the devil had them!"' Having thus received their "final an swer," the three patriots retired. A CABINET-FULL OF BKUKK8. The skill and success with which Mr. Lincoln would dispose of an embarrassing question or avoid premature committal to a policy advocated bv others is well "known. He knew how to send applicants away in good humor even when they failed to extract the desired response. a story toid of him after General Cam eron s retirement from the War Depart ment, which I have never seen in print. llustrates this habit. Every one knows that Mr. Lincoln's Cabinet was chosen chiefly from his rivals for the Presidential nomination and from considerations large ly political. But the exigencies of the war demanded, in the opinion of many good Republicans, a reorganization of the Cab inet based On the special fitness of each member for the great work in hand. Of this opinion were some of the leading Re publican Senators. After the retirement of General Cameron thev held a caucus and appointed a committee to wait on the President. The committee represented that inasmuch as tbe Cabinet bad not been chosen with reference to the war, and had more or less lost the confidence- of the country, and since the President had de cided to select a new War Minister, they thought tbe occasion was opportune to change the whole seven Cabinet Ministers They therefore earnestly advised him to make a clean sweep and select seven new men and so restore the waning confidence of the country. The President listened with patient courtesy, and when the Sen ators bad concluded, he said, with a char actenstic gleam of humor in bis eye: " Gentlemen, your request for a change of tne wnole Cabinet, because 1 have made one change, reminds me of a story I once heard in Illinois of a farmer who was much troubled by skunks. They annoyed his household at night, and his wife insisted that be should take measures to get rid of them. One moonlight night he loaded his old shotgun and stationed himself in tbe yard to watch for the intruders, his wife remaining in the house anxiously awaiting tbe result. After some time she heard the shotgun go off and in a few minutes tbe farmer entered the house. . 'What luck had you ? ' she said. ' I hid myself behind the wood-pile,' said the old man, with the shotgun pointed toward the hen-roost, and before long there appeared not one skunk, but seven. I took aim, blazed away, killed one, and he raised such a fearful smell that I concluded it was best to let the other six go.' " With a hearty laugh the Senators retired, and nothing more was heard of Cabinet reconstruction. THE INDUSTRIAL REVIVAL And an Indastry that does not Revive. Arkansaw Traveller. At a recent industrial celebration, when it was desired that the business men would, with gaily decorated floats, illustrate the numerous interests of the city, there oc curred a scene of such solemn character that to write of it makes the pen wriggle in imagination of a human shudder. silaa Parkman is an undertaker. When he was requested to contribute to the fund necessary to the organization of tne parade, he cheerfully complied. Tbe manager complimented the liberality of Parkman, and declared that if every business man were like him. tbe citv would put on a dress coat of such attractive hue that cap ital for investment would be drawn from all parts of the country. "I regret very much," said the man ager, "that your business is of a class that cannot be properly represented by a float." " It is a pity," the undertaker replied. "Yes, it is almost a shame. Of course your line of business is useful to a commu nity and of course we could not get along without you, but you know very well that your awful profession admits not of pomp and parade." " I understand." " " Of course you do. I felt a delicacy in approaching you at first, but remembering that yon have always been in short, you are a man who wants to see the city pros per." " Yes, I am thai kind of a man. Say, you are going to represent your business, are you not I" "Of course. The cooperage business, you know, can be appropriately presented. I ah all have several men making barrels on an extensive float. Oh. I'll do my part." "I don't doubt it," replied the under taker. " I am always in the front rank when it cornea to advertising for the good of the city." Excursion trains brought thousands of people ; from the surrounding country, and, fortunately, several hundred northern editors on a tour of free lunch and bad wine, stopped in the city long enough to see the industrial cavalcade. The pro cession was formed in the suburbs of the city. During the arrangements no little curiosity was occasioned by the appearance of an immense float covered with canvas. When the man who had it in charge was asked what business it represented and why he; did not remove the covering, he answered both questions by remarking that it represented a very inportant indus try and that it would be unveiled in time. The procession moved. Just as it turned into a crowded street, where thousands of people, f including the visiting editors, ' were assembled, the covering was removed from the mysterious float What a sight was revealed. On a platform, trimmed in black and decorated with the dread-inspiring -plumes of the undertaker, were three coffins. Several men, employed to conduct the details of the business, went through .solemn manoeuvres. Each man was dressed in a shroud, and, "turn ' about," ione of them would lie down and pretend i to be dead. " The others would Eut him into a coffin and lower him into a ox arranged under the float. When all the coffins were filled, a general resurrec tion would take place. Even this was not all. A black placard bore. In white let ters, the.following inscription: Silas Farkman, undertaker, buries people at all hours, compelled to on ac count of a rush of business. When sick people know that they are to be buried by Parkmat sweet resignation settles upon their faces. Hurrah for Parkman ! " The visitors were thunderstruck ; the editors were horrified, and many of them declared that the awful exhibition was an insult toVthe northern press. The man ager, galloping up to the eerie float, ex claimed " Get out of this procession, you wretch es." 'I reckon not "replied a man who took off a set of gray whiskers, revealing the features of Silas Parkman. "Yes you will. You have insulted our visitors tyou have ruined our city. Cap italists who came to witness the parade declare that they wouldn't live in such a town 1 " : "My clear sir," replied th undertaker, I don't !want them to live here. I don't want any one to live here. I want thm to die, don't you understand ? I paid heavily for this privilege, and no one can prevent me from driving around the streets. Here, Andrews, it's your time to die." 1 I'll have you arrested ! " howled the manager, t ' Oh, I reckon not. I paid for the priv ilege of showing the growth and prosperi ty of my pusiness." It was useless to argue witn Parkman, so the other business men, disgusted be cause he had the most attractive show, withdrew, leaving him in possession of the entire field- Each one of the northern ed itors wrote up the disgraceful affair, and a committee recently appointed by the city council estimate that the damages to the municipality will amount to about five hundred and ; thirty -seven thousand dol lars. TRUE AS PREACHING! A Looking-Glasa for plan's Vanities. . Ban Francisco Alta. " Who buys them ? '' asked a reporter in a Kearney street notion shop, pointing to a lot of tiny pocket-mirrors, with nail- cleaners, itoothpick and comb all com plete. "Mem sir vain men are the pickers- up of these uuconsiderate trifles." " Pretty men ? " inquired the reporter. The salesman grinned. " It don't mat ter much; how they look," he said, " whetherfthey are apes or Apollos; they want a pocket-mirror all the same. They retire every hour or so to some secret place to admire themselves. Talk of the vanity of women Indeed! It pales, sir: it fades away into! insignificance by comparison with the admiration the majority of men have for their own mugs. Why, there are some half m dozen wbo, entertaing a great respect for my critical judgment of physi cal beauty; step in here every day to in quire how they are looking. . . Then it is, 'Am 1 pale to-day, Jim?' or ' Vo you think my color is too high. Jim?' or rhat left eyebrow is growing a trifle heavy ; don't you think I'd better have it trimmed off a bit ? ' If I say your color is too high, ray friend is off to the barber's for a dab of powder, or but this is a dead secret we accommodate him in this shop. If he is tod pale we tinge him up. It's wonderful, positively wonderful." " But there are different degrees of van ity among these male beauties, are there not?" 1 " No, sir: there is but one degree and that is the superlative, but there are dif ferent degrees of candor. Some are mod est and will, declare that their moustache and beard are always getting tangled. Now, ' there's a good-looking blonde railroad agent on Montgomery street who bought a six-by-four mirror from me the other day, which he keeps in his breast-pocket. He is a glutton about his personal beauty, he is; but a real estate man, a fair, stout young person, whose office is near him, has found out that he has this glass, and begs the loan of it a dozen times a day." "Then, as a matter or ract, you nave more customers among gentlemen for ttaose pretty little articles than among the other sex?". I. "Five to one, sir; the percentage of those who carry pocket-mirrors is small among ladies, but eight out of every doren men have one stowed away in the vest pocket. Why," continued tbe notion man, some big,, smirking fellows business men have come in here and asked me if I could teach them how to blush. Just think of it.; Fellows in the forties, sir, who have not known a blush for twenty ' years, believe it would be becoming to them if they could flush up like a moss rose when a girl glances at them. The ancient rouoder got hold of the secret and made all the rest bopping mad to learn it. You won't give it away ? Well, when he wanted to btusb he d jab a pin into bis leg and keep his mouth shut." "What did the moufb have to do with it?" " Because the pin would make him feel like swearing, and keeping back the blas phemy was, the effort that suffused his cheek. That's the true business, s'help me." ' " ' It was Cato and not Aristotle who had' such a disdain for omens. On being asked if he did not fear some impending evil be cause the Rats had gnawed his Hose, he replied that it was not such a strange thing ; but he would have been startled, he said, if his Hose had eaten the Rats 1 We com mend this view of the case to our super stitious friend who asks us the prophetic meaning of a not unusual incident in his own life.? 2V. T. Journal of Commerce. 3 D
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