E. F. YOUNG, Manager.
"LIVE .A. ISM) LET LIVE."
G. K. GRANTHAM, Local Editor.
DUNN, HARNETT CO., N. C, THUESDAY. JULY 23, 1801.
VOLUME I.
NUMBER 22.
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Many English manufacturers are said
1 .-.i tiially regard an English degree in
i.c light of :i disqualification, so that
1 ".M f the posts of "word chemists"
:.:v held by non-graduates. Apparently,
says the New York Time, they prefer to
their own men tnat is, to give
them such a i education in researches as
l iars 0:1 particular problems which they
ihim-eiv-s l,:ie to solve or to take
t'nni fro:!i the laboratories of geueral
:::iists, where new problems present
themselves from time to titm.
As India is a string; competitor with
the A'uited Stares in-, the production of
wheat, the Af- (;.' I'ihus maintains
th :.t any tiu-tworthy statistics in regard
t its agriculture arc" interesting. A re-
ul census, carefully taken, shows the
population of that heterogenous country
to be -'MJ.OOO.uOj persons, T.hile the
total nrca of the country is less than
0'H-U square miles. Comparing these
hgures with those relating- to the United
Slates, we tM.OOO.OOO 0f population on
an area of S.fl ) J.dOO s.juare miles, or
loss than one-fourth of the population on
four times the aroa-a ratio of "one to
sixteen as carre l with populous-India".
In the Province of Ik-gal there arc
iUKH) X)0. iron- ,,...,! . .1 ,
r . . . K l"uVltf tlnu ln the
imtci states upon (nie twenty-third of
our area. The number per square mile
person, but t ikin- the cultivate 1
l iodonly there arc 71 .0 each mnre
niie i ti 1- , -l.ux
1 - m ue I ted states we have but
nc mr-abitar.t t thirty-six acres, and
v ....out nve of cultivated land. UCa
is ai,ost wholly agricultural, and
vet supports this va,; population. An
other agricultural province, the mot
i roduct.vern wheat in all the Indian
Empire, Ins 4 P persons to the square
mi'.e, which, as compared with Gerrmnv
is equivalent to more 'than' twice the
number of r.(0.,u. on leag thaa half
area, or a ratio ot IUure thah four to one
The increase of the Indian populatioa is
about clcveu per cent, in ten veais, aad
t . u,. .uuwm js iarer m the
towns and cities, where manufactures
are being establishe 1 in th" rulr'ovl
centres, than in the agricultural districts
-avn.i3.
lit nrocont ? ........ . .
IN THE CLOVER.
Butterfly,
Flutter by.
Over the clover.
Under the sky.
Tail and falter and fail,
And dins to the fragrant spray;
iShif t and shirk.
No weather for work
Falls on a summer day.
Bumblebee,
Tumble free
Into the bloom of the tulip tree;
Cease your bustle and boom,
Swing on a stamen and sing.
Or clutch a flagon frail and fina.
And drowsily drink the wine
And rest your rumbling wing.
Meadowlark
Glow like a spark
That will set the fields afire; ,
Tenderly whistle
On top of a thistb
A ' turilej" to your mate up higher
In a dusky locust trt;.
There! There!
Away goo3 care, i
And a dream comes over m?.
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A boy tired out with play, .
On asunim?r holiday.
In the grass so cool and deep
"While the butterfly goes fluttering over,
Between blue sk3- and purple clover.
And the bumblebee bumbles
And whirls and tumble?.
Where the meadowlark's nat
An l her golden breast
Have clover
All over
For cover.
-Maurice Thompson, in St. Xicholas.
A SUMMtt IDYL
15V AGNES IFFOltD.
Gwendoline met her aunt, Mrs. New
combe, at the little station and drove
her up in her own phaeton.
"Is any one here?" asked Mrs. New
Oombe as they rolled along the hard
white road between low green fields on
either hand.
"I mean any one nice," specified
Mrs. Newcombe -with her soft little
laugh.
"Warticld is here Edgar Warfield,"
said Gwendoline, flecking a fly off Jer-
ry 's shinning coat with her whip.
"Ah! That is pleasant for you."
,ir), -in , ,
"Pleasant! cried the younger lady,
with a note of petulance in her voice.
"I dou t think so. It's a bore.1'
Miss Vcntnor's dark, handsome face
settled in moody lines. She looked like
her mother. She had not taken after
her father, who was a blonde. But her
father'sjyoungest sister, the little widow,
was very like him. Mrs. Newcombe had
a charming fairness and liquid eyes. She
never 1 joked, worldly.
"Isn't he thought a good parti?'' she
inquired.
Gwendoline made another brusque
movement with her whip.
"Oh, I suppose so. He's rich, if
that's what you mean. And lie has no
incumberance. No mother or sisters.''
Miss Vcntnor laughed. "That ought to
be a recommendation.- A fellow's 1 fam
ily is dreadfully tiresome an awful
bore."
A dog-cart, with a powerful horse
harnessed to it, appeared ahead of them.
As the gentleman who was driving it
came abreast of the p'aactou he raised
his hat.
"That's Edgar "Warfield," said Gwen
doline a moment later.
"He is good looking'. You are hard
to please, Gwen."
"Oh, I don't know. I might like
him well enough as a frieud if he would
fctop annoying me."
"Annoying you?"
"Oh," hanging around."
Mrs. Vcntnor was on the piazzi of the
cottage as they drove up. She followed
her sifter-in-law to her room.
, "I'm awfully glad you have come,
Plm-'je. It will be a boon to Gwendo
line to have you. . 1 wish you would talk
sensibly lo her, by the way. She is trifling
with aa excellent chance of settling in
life."'
"Do you mean Mr Warfield?" asked
Mrs. Newcombe, removing her dainty
t lose traveling hat and long gauze veil
before the toilet table. "Gwendoline
ha been telling me about him."
"What did she say i"
,,vShe said he bored her."
"Nonsense! He's only too fond of
her. He's a very affectiojate fellow,
and he's been desperately blue siuce the
death of his mother, to whom he was
devoted. lie looks for sympathy from
Gwendoline, and he does not get it.
Silly girl thai she is! You're looking
very well, Plitebe. Gray is so becoming
to ,you. Now, Gwendoline can't wear
gray at all. Vivid, rich colors suit her
style. "Well, I will leave you to dress.
AYc dine at 6:30. Probably Mr. War
field will drop in this ereniug. I asked
hnn. At dinmir Mrs. Newcombe was in
gray again, the most delicate, pearly
gray, against which her throat and face
ioukcu nair as a sea sneu. vrwenaoiinc,
who was drcs-ed in transparent black,
had a bunch of red geraniums at her
. trc:i5t-
"You make a pretty contrast," smiled
Vcut1u.or' glancing from his young
sister to his daushter.
When thev rose from table.where thev
hail lingered, Gwendoline passed her
haud through her aunt's arm,
"There! I knew he would appear be
fore the day was over," Miss Ventnor
murmured, iaipatientlv.
"Who?"'
"Edgar Warfield."
And Mrs. Newcombe saw the young
man's slight, well-built figi, iu its
quiet mourning clothes, apprjfjch by the
carriage-way that spanned Ufc lawn.
"You can't run away now, Gwen,"
she said softly. "It isn't decent. Be
civil to the poor fellow, at least."
She disengaged herself gently from
her niece's clasp. And after the formali-
' ty of introduction had been followed by
i " few words between herself and the
- oun man she wandered away with OBe
1 f,hcr,T!' iDdulSent smiles and re-
i rntff'd the house.
i4Shes a dear little thing my aunt,"
said Miss Gwendoline abruptly, follow
ing the little gray figure with her brill
iant eyes. Don't you think she's pret
ty?" "I don't know. You can't expect one
to know," said Mr. Warfield with inten
tion. "I wish," Miss Ventnor explained,
knitting her fine brows, "that you would
not say such ridiculous things!"
"Do you call them ridiculous?" asked
the young man with a shade of pallor on
his cheek.
Yes," curtly.
The young man looked down and
traced a pattern on the gravel with the
end of his stick.
"You are awfully hard on a fellow,"
he said in a moment without looking up.
"Well, there is one thing," cried the
young lady, "you can stand it. All men
can."
Her father's voice was calling her from
the house. 3Ir. Ventnor wanted some
music. Gwendoline mu3t sing for him.
-"Come, Miss, I'll tolerate no shirk
ing," he threatened jocosely.
"I'm not likely to shirk," announcsl
the young lady below her breath as she
bent over the piano near which Mrs. New
combe sat. "I'm too much relieved to
be freed from our visitor for a while."
"Ah, my dear, you're a cruel girl.
You're breaking that poor fellow's heart,"
murmured that little widow.
"Not at all likely," responded Miss
Ventnor preluding brilliantly.
Mrs. Newcombe had retreated to the
embrasure of a window. Mr. Ventnor
had ensconced himself iu an arm-chair,
and Mrs. Ventnor sat, murmuring iu un
dertones" to one or two neighborly neigh
bors of her own age. Mrs. Newcombe
made a little kindly sign to Edgar War
field, who stood vaguely near her, and
.he dropped, with instant gratitude, into
a chair by the window. There wa3 in
this pretty woman's soft eyes a look of
understanding the situation and an inti
mation of friendliness toward him which
moved the young man deeply.
Gwendoline sang song after song, in
her full, rich voice, and Mrs. Newcombe
sat gently agitating her fan and listen
ing with smiling attention. . '
"I know no one's voica tint charau
me as does Gwendoline's," she said in
a little pause, turning to Edgar Warfield.
lie felt his heart warming to Miss
Ventnor'a young aunt
"Miss Ventnor 's voice is wonderfully
brilliant," he said, with a lover's for
mality. "Yes, but it is not the brilliancy
alone. That is a secondary matter,
though it is the most obvious, perhaps.
Gwendoline's voice is full of feeling, too.
But it is like herself. The feeling is not
flaunted on the surface."
Edgar Warfield felt as though his
wound was being touched by the gentlest,
most healing of sympathetic ringers.
.Uis heart beat quickly. What a charm
ing, speaking voice this young aunt f
Gwendoline's had, too. And bow
quaintlyy delicately prettf she was. Her
color harl the charming daintiness, her
smile the fascinating clcmurcness of a
young Quakeress. Or was it the soft,
gray dress with the line of dazzling neck
showing above draperies of foamy lace,
that made her look so? Miss Ventnor
called her "Auut Phcebe." The funny,
old-tashioned name suited this exquisite
little person, somehow. In this light
she scarcely looked older than Gwendo
line. But, of course, she must be.
When the singing was over Mr. Vent
nor proposed cards. Mrs. Ventnor
rapidly assorted couples, but Gwendo
line, with a rapid counter-manoeuvre,
headed heroff.
"I can only play with papa," she as
serted with decision. "No one else un
derstands my play."
"Then will Mr. Warfield play with
me?" said Mrs. Newcomb. And in her
charming glance and smile the grateful
young man again read a full appreciation
of the bearings of his case and an inten
tion to befriend mm, to help mm on.
Gwendoline, even with her father's
vaunted understaudiug of her play, made
a number of blunders in her character
istically reckless fashion and talked a
good deal in brusque, crisp phrases,
throwing down her cards -with her large,
shapely hand, undisguisedly brown by
exposure to the sun and air.
But Mrs. Newcomb's little white paw,
which crept out, with a glisten of rings
upon it, as gently as a kitten's, only
played its cards to make tricks, and Ed
gar" Warfield, who was a methodical and
conscientious young man, was vaguely
j grieved and gratified"; the former that
the charming Gwendoline should be so
carelessly indifferent to a good game of
whist, and the latter that he, with his
partner's help, should be making so good
a showing.
On his way home that evening he said
to himself that he hoped Gwendoline's
aunt would remain with her some little
time. She, might have an influence. He
had fallen in love with Mr. Ventnor's
beautiful daughter because of that Diana-like
independence which seemedjto
ask nothing of man, that brilliant, vir
gininal unconsciousness, that air of never
I having bowed her stately young head to
I sacrifice or to sentiment, which sat upon
j her with so bright a radiance. But now
I he asked himself, with a sigh, whether
j the more conventional feminine eharras
and virtues did not make a sirl more
convenient and comfortable to get on
with. Perhaps if Gwendoline-could be
softened a little just a little by the
i contagion of her young aunt's delightful
! manner, it might be an added attraction
to the proud young beauty. How very
womanly Mrs. Newcomb's manner was.
And she looked so girlish, too. ne re
membered now that he ad heard the
Ventnors say that she Lad married very
young, and that her husband
had been
a great deal older than herstlf. He had
died, leaving her very little property,
and she had never loved him. It was
hard, Edgar Warficld's manly and chiv
alrous heart felt, with a glow, that so
kindly, so dear and swe"t a little woman
should have had to bear anything sad in
her life.
The noxt day Gwendoline had a letter
from a friend bidding her come to make
ber a visit of some weeks.
And she is going, my dear?" cried
poor Mrs. Ventnor, in dismay, to Phoebe
Newcombe. "Nothing I can say will
keep her."
"Dear Gwen, what of 3Ir. Warfield!'
asked the little widow of her niece.
"I imagine Mr. Warfield is able to
take care of himself, is he not?" ex
claimed the young lady.
She left ou the morrow and she was
gone three weeks. Oa her return she
learned that her young aunt's visit was
soon to draw to ariose.
'Mr. Warfield has been here a great
deal," the girl's mother told her, "and if
he has not decided long ago to discon
tinue his actentions to jou you may thank
Phcebe for it. I think she tried to make
him see that you would listen to reason
some day. lie was here again this morn
ing. We did not expect you, quite on
this train , you know, so they started for
a little walk Phcebe and Mr. Warfie'd.
Aren't they coming up now?"
Mrs. Ventnor was near sighted, but
her daughter was not. The latter glanced
out of the window and saw, very slowly
moving up the path, her aunt, with her
pretty head drooped, and Edgar War
field, with his head drooped, too. As
they came in view of the house both
heads straightened suddenly.
"Is it they?" repeated Mrs. Ventnor.
But Gwendoline had, apparently, not
heard either question,
"And so you are going away to leave
us?" inquired the young lady of her auat
later in the day.
"Yes, unfortunately, dearest to-morrow,"
and Mrs. Newcombe passed her
soft hand about her niece's arm.
Gwendoline disengaged herself.
"Wc shall miss you."
"How shall we get on without my lit
tle aunt, Mr. Warfield?" said Miss Vent
nor to the youag man within a few days.
"I begin to think she was the sole at
traction for you in our house. You have
deserted us siuc3 she left."
A color came into the young man's
cheek.
"Why, not at all, not at all! I I as
sure you. I have had ecu tain things on
my mind of late. Iu fact, I think of go
ing up to town to-morrow." His eager
ness stumbled and grew lame.
"Do you?"
Two weeks later.
"My Deak Auxt Phoebe When Mr,
Warfield left for town he said, upon me
questioning him, that he thought he
might see you. What I am going to ask
you to tell you to do is very, very deli
cate. I wonder if ever a girl was placed
in such a predicament before? But you
know that I am nothing if not fcarle33
and independent. And I think that in
this case the fearlessness will not be con
strued as boldness. It used to be ad
mired. Briefly, the accompanying ring
was given me pressed upon me weeks
ago by a person whom I need not men
tion. He begged that whenever I could
think well of what he urged upon me
the day I tried his ring on my finger (in
jest) I would send that ring to him. Noth
ing more. He will understand. I do
not know his address just now. Perhaps
you do. Will you re-address the little
package, then? Yours, ! Gwen.
"My Dear Gwendoline I am afraid
there has been some great mistake. That
is, I fear I don't know how to say it
but, perhaps he I mean Edgar
about the ring. The truth is
forgot
dearest
Gwendoline, wc arc
Ywk Mercury.
engaged !" New
What One Blast Did.
The papers have lately mentioned how
many prominent mines of the country
were discovered by chance. There is a
scrap to be added in the history of the
Corcez mines. Simeon Wenban had rua
the Garrison tunnel at great expense and
was lefta poor man, owing his creditors
$1150,000. " There was' not a pound of
ore iu sight whereby the debt might be
paid. As a last resort, with a forlorn
hope, after the mine had been closed,
Simeon Wenben drilled a hole in the
hanging wall and blasted out a huge
piece of rock, which he found to be al
most a solid block of metal, and part of
an immense vein which had been paral
leled hundreds of feet. . This fortunate
last effort marked a sudden change that
seldom falls to the lot of man. It was
Wenban, the poor man, the laborer, be
fore that blast was fired; it was Simeon
Wcnbau, the. millionaire, but a second
thereafter. The first month's run of his
little mill gave him $30,000, and ever
since he has grown more wealthy. The
mine is the best paying property in Ne
vada at the present time. Central Xe
eadan. There's Many a Slip 'Twixt the
and the Lip."
Cap
Ancceus, King of the Lelegc3 in Sa
moa (an island in the Grecian Archipel
ago), planted a vineyard ; and so heavily
did he oppress his slaves, that one of
them, it is said, prophesied to him that
he would never live to taste the wine
thereof. Wheu the wine was made, he
sent for his slave and said: "What do
you think of your prophecy now?" The
slave made answer: "There's many a
slip 'twixt the cup and the lip." The
words were scarcely tittered when An
caeus was informed that a wild boar had
broken into his vineyard, and was laying
it waste. Ancrcus, setting down the cup
untastcd, hastened to attack and drive
out the boar; but he was killed in the
encounter. Detroit Free Prei.
The Lost Gold Train.
In 1S90 Captain Alexandre M.Ozersky,
in command of a military guard, left
Irkoutsk, Siberia, with a train heavily
laden with gold ore from the Siberian
mine?, to convey it to Russia. Since then
absolutely nothing has been heard of of
ficer, men or train. They seem to havo
as. completely disappeared as though the
crust of the earth had opened, drew them
in and closed above them. Still, as
couriers leave St. Petersburg they invari
ably carry with them copies of a ukase
published in the O.ticial Monitor -which
reminds Russian subjects of the facts in
this strange case, and calls upon them to
exercise themselves in assisting the Gov
ernment to solve the mystery. Picayune.
;the JLERRY SIDE OF LIFE
STORIES THAT ARE TOLD BY THE
F UNITY" ULEN OP THE PRESS.
In
Hard Lack A
Struck by a
Stranjre Question
Sharper False
Pretense Kfo., Etc,
He wants to propose
To a cirl he know?,
A beautif nl little thin,
But he can't be rash
For his store of cash
Wouldn't buy an wrrajerneat rin.
New York Herald.
J STItUCK BY A SHARPER.
Meat Ax "Can I get a quarter from
you this morning?"
Steer "Well, you've struck me pretty
early; but I'll let you have one as soon
as I'm dressed." Puelc.
ONE DOSE FOR THEM ALL.
"There goes a doctor," said a cynic,
"who believes that foreign travel is the
very best thing for his patients."
"Does he send them all abroad?"
"None of them. He goes every year
himself."
A PARENTHETICAL UNDERSTANDING.
Miss Vernon "Mr. T)rook is a fine
horseman. Doesn't he look as if he was
born in the saddle?"
Jack Belvidere "Yes; particularly
when you see him walking on the
street." Puck.
HE FILLED THE BILL.
A young man led his blushing bride to
the house of Rev. Dr. Carpenter.
"We want to be married," he said.
"Are you Dr. Carpenter?"
"Yes,." replied the minister, "both
Carpenter and joiner."
THE SHORN LAMB.
Nauticus "What do you know about
the perils of the great deep?1'
Landsman "What do I know? If you
knew how many times I'd been let in on
the ground floor of investment schemej
you wouldn't ask." Boston Tranacript.
A STRANGE QUESTION.
Mrs.Wickes (writing) "Any message
to Mother, Jack?"
Jack Wickes "Yes, dear; you might
as well send her my regards."
Mrs. Wickes (sweetly) "Shall I men
tion how you regard her, dear?" Puci.
FALSE PRETENSES.
Bride (just after the wedding) "Al
fred, you promised to give me a grand
surprise after we were married ; say,
what is it?"
Bridegroom (a
six children, my
.Blaeltcr.
widower) i-I've got
pet !": lluinoristitrhc
" -
HE MIGHT
She "Did
Tompkyns?"
EASILY HAVE MISSED.
you
hear about
young
He "No. What?"
She "Took up a pistol and blew out
his brains last night !"
He "Must have beca a mighty good
shot." Life. .
THE FAULT OF HIS NURSE.
Pipkin "How in the world did
you
ever come to be such a kicker?"
Potts "I nursed it from the bottle as
an infant."
Pipkin "Hqw could that be?"
Potts "The milk came from a kick
ing cow." Nets Ycrh Sun.
NICE EXAMPLE TO SET.
"You young scoundrel," sail the
father, seizing his disobedient sou by the
neck, JTll show you how you ought to
treat your mother!" '
And he gave him several bangs oa the
cars, and then shook him till his hair be-
gan to fall out
rhihilelpi(i Times.
INDUSTRIES THAT PROSPER.
"Yes, we've struck, it rich," said a
capitalist to a friend.
"Doing what?" inquired the friend:
5 "Manufacturing old family clocks
with ancient dial plates. The market
was nearly out of heirlooms, and we took
advantage of the demand." Detroit Free
Press.
TnE RANGE.
Mrs. Dialling "I wish ou would
tell me the difference between a fiddler,
a violinist and a virtuoso."
Dimling "I will. A fidd!er plays for
nothing, a violinist gets five dollars for
an tvening's work, and a virtuoso re
ceives fifty dollars for one piece."
Judge.
NO FUN FOR BOBBY.
Mamma "Bobby, don't you want to
go over and play with the little Brewster
bov?"'
Bobby "No; I don't."
Mamma "Why, Bobby, he's a nice
boy."
Bobby "Yes;-he's too nics.
time I hit him he yell3." Judge.
Every
IT WAS TRUE.
"The same old jokes," snarled the
landlady as she overheard the new boarder
discussing the spring Iamb.
"They've one thing in their favor,"
answered the boarder.
"What's that?" snapped the landlady.
'They are not as old as the lamb,"
was the cruel answer. Detroit Free Preu.
IMMORTALIZED HIMSELF.
"Why do you say that Dasher deserves
well of hii country? He never accom
plished anything to ameliorate the condi
tion of his race or to make the world a
better place to live in."
"My stars, man! What are you talking
about ? Don't you know that Dasher in
vented a college yell?" B-'tton Tran
script. HIS CHOICE.
Proud Father (showing off his boy be
fore compan?) "My son, which would
you rathtr be, Shakespeare or Edison?"
racditation) "I'd
dead.
OM.Y A CIPHER.
Two representative Detroiter3 vcrc
discussing the standing of a certain well
known Michigan politician.
"He cuts no figure in politics," said
one.
"Yes, he docs," insisted the other.
"I'd like to know what it is."
"He cuts a figure 9's tail off, that's
what." Detroit Free Press.
TLATO S INEXCUSABLE IGXOr.AXCE.
"Are vou talking about Plato,"
dc-
manded the exchange editor.
"Yes. I'm talking about Plato, '
rc-
sponded the real estate editor, sharply.
"What do you know about him?" -
'I know he wasn't as smart as some
people think he was," grumbled the ex
change editor. "He never knew he wars
born in the year 423 B. C." Mercury.
THE POOR POET.
A couple from the humbler walks of
life came before a justice of the peace to
be married, when, the ceremony being
over, the bride began to weep copiously.
"What's the matter?" asked the new
husband.
"I never told you that I don't know
how to cook," sobbed the bride.
"Don't fret. I'll not have anything
to cook, I'm a poet." Texas Sif tings.
WOMAN S HEART.
Myers "Do
Yin?"
you
think
Angie
loves
Tomson "Well, I'll tell you how you
can find out You go across the room
and begin to flirt with Miss Purplebloom.
If Angie gets mad and locks daggers at
you, you might as well hang up your
fiddle it's all on the surface; but if she
appears as calm as a June morn
ing and smiges like an angel, her heart is
yours.
7
it and I'll watch." Life.
THE SITUATION UNFOLDED ITSELF.
"Philander," said a pretty girl to her
bashful beau, "I wish you'd tie' this rib
bon at my throat; I can't sec how to do
it without a glass."
"Of course, I'd only be too glad to,"
he said, and at once grappled the
strings.
After an unsuccessful effort of five
minutes, during which time he got as
red as a brick house, and perspired like
a pitcher of ice-water on a July window
sill, he stammered: .
"I- I don't think I can tie a respect
able knot, Miss Mary."
"Suppose, Philauder," she whispered,
with a pretty little blush, "suppose you
call in a preacher to assist."
Like the unveiling of a beautiful mys
terv, the1 situation unfolded itself to
TPhilandcr, and he feels better now.
Brandon Bucksaw.
Oar Phosphate Deposits.
The phosphate deposits of this country,
in addition to their immense commercial
value, form a wonderfully rich field ,for
the investigations of the scientist. Their
formation undoubtedly extended through
many ages. Fossils from the age of rep
tiles to the age of man are found iru
beded within them, and the history of
the intervening periods are written
in the strata as in a book. The great
bulk of these deposits were formed of
the excrement of prehistoric animals, and
large quantities of the lemains of the
animals themselves are constantly
brought up by the miners. The greater
number of these animals belong to
species now extinct. Remains of land
animals of every kind, from the great
mastodon to the diminutive bones 1 of
prehistoric man, are found in abundance.
Among the most remarkable of the evi
dences of the size of the prehistoric ani
mals which these deposits afford are the
remains of sharks, which appear to have
been particularly numerous. These are
not the ordinary sharks of to-day, but
fishes of enormous length. A thirty
foot shark of the present time has a
tooth half an inch long, but in these de
posits thousands upon thousands of
sharks' teeth are found which are ovcr.
six inches in length, and with a width of
body in proportion. Chicago Next.
A Queer Beehire.
Mr. Espey, who lives near Sebastopol,
has a swarm of bees in his house. There
is one chimney on the house that has
never been used, and a year or so ago a
pair of yellow hammers pickedout a
brick and built their nest in the flue.
One of Mr. Espey's boys subsequently
covered the top of the chimney to keep
out the rain. The birds did not come
back this season, and the warm and
cosy little nest was tenantless until a few
days ago. The new occupants are bees,
who came along in a big swarm and,
spying the hole in the brick work, they,
immediately took possession, construct-
ing tneir comos in me oottom 01 wc
flue, where they can be plainly seen
through the stove-pipe hole. In older
that the operations of the honey-gatherers
might be watched without danger of be
ing stung the boys have placed a glass
over the pipe hole. Oanta llosa (Col.')
Democrat.
When Your Shoes Arc Wet.
Girls and ladies, and for that matter
their husbands and brothers, are all lia
ble to get their feet very wet at the sea
or on the mountains. Then they come
home, throw off their boots, forget them,
and when next they are wanted they are
hard and dry, or mouldy, and only tit to
be thrown away. Even if they are re
membered, very few know what to do
with them. Stand them up, put them
in shape, and then fill them with oats,
such as they feed to horses. This will,
in a few hours, draw all the moisture out
of the leather, keeping the boots in
shape meanwhile, and leaving it soft and
pliable. The oats can be used again and
again. This is a relic of- the days when
no railroads existed, and traveling was
doce under difficulties, and in weather
the present generation has do conception
of. Si. Louis Repvlhc,
Little Son (after
rather be Edison."
"Yes? Why?"
"Cause he ain'i
W0NDEES OF TQE DEEP.
1
A GREAT FISHERIES EXHIBIT AT
THE WORLD S TAIR. .
Outlines the Magnificent Show to bo
Expected A Uriel Illstorj ot fish
ery Impositions.
One of the most interesting exhibits
a& the World's Columbian Exposition
will be that of Fish and Fisheries. Cap
tain J. W. Collins, of the Fish and Fish-'
cries Department of the Exposition, says: .
Everything that science has rescued
from the depths of ccean, sea, lake or
river, will be displayed at the forthcom
ing fisheries exhibit inhabitants of .
deep sea grottos, the coral animal,
builder of islands and continents sea
anemones that blossom miles below the
surface -of the osean, monstrous devil
fish, sharks and other terrors of the deep
will be seen, beside the speckled beauties
of stream or lake, pletian catfish, perch
and sucker, suggestive of the boyish
angler and the shallow stream. From'
ocean depths will be brought specimens
of subaqueous life so marvclously deli
cate, and so richly beautiful that the
microscope will only reveal, in part,
their wondrous beauty and film-like
tracery. The methods, tioo, by which
the mysteries of the deep are penetrated,
the paraphernalia of the United States
Fish Commission, the inventions by
which the finny tribe is cultured, the
wonderful progress male iu the art of
fish farming, in addition to the imple- ..
ments of commercial fishing and the lat
est tackle for angling all ot these will
be displayed to their luilest extent.
The idea of a fishery exhibition seems
to have originated with the Dutch, and
to them belongs the honor of having in
augurated displays of this kind. Tho
first exhibitiou of- this description was
held at Amsterdam in 1861, and for sev
eral years this was reputed to have been
the best display of its kind, though, in
the meantime, there had been several
similar ones elsewhere. Much care was
exercised in drawing up the programme,
which, all things considered, was a com
prehensive one, and the display so far as
it went was a thoroughly practical pre
sentation of the fisheries," and the several
arts' connected therewith. The second
fisheries exposition was optned at Ber
gen, Norway, on the 1st of August. 1863.
In arranging their progr.imme.the Norwe
gians copied closely after the Dutch; all
kinds of fishing apparatus for the capture
of aquatic animals, from the whale to the
shrimp, being included, , besides models
of fish-curing establishments, and various .
forms of sea products. Iu the following
year (1S66), a third fishery , exposition
was opened at Archachon, France, and
it seeins that the French were determined
to leave no stone unturned to render fish
ing popular in their country, for a little
later, in the summer of that year, there
was also a similar exhibition at Boulogne,
the latter place, how'ever, being far less
favorably situated than Archachon.
The success of the expositions at Ar
chachon and Boulogne seems to have in
cited other countries to follow the ex
ample of the French, for in 1867 there
was a display of fish and fisheries at the
Hague, while the exhibitions held at tho
same time at Aarhuus, in Denmark, aud
at Vienna, though to a certain extent
general agricultural shows, nevertheless,
.were chiefly -remarkable for the presenta
tion of material illustrative of tho fish
eries and the industries connected there
with. Comparatively little was shown,
however, beside specimen of. fish, and
the Danish affair was not, strictly Bpcak
ing, a success. Sweden, was the next
to follow, a display of this kind being
opened at Gothenburg in 18G7,.
In 1S68 France again took thc lead,,
the Havre Exposition being inaugurated
in June of that year under favorable
auspices. Strange to Eay, so far as is
known, pickled mackerel were shown
for the first time on this occasion, and
were looked upon as a novelty. For the
next four ycar3 things were at rest, but
in 1871 the Italians entered the field, a
fishery exhibition being held at Naples
that year. This was, however, compara
tively unimportant, and after its close
little was done by the promoters of fish-
j cry display's until 1878, when the pisci
j cultural exhibition was held at the West.
1 minster Aquarium London ; but, owing
! to the haste with which the affair
I was gottcu up,' the result was un
! satisfactory. During the same year
j (1878) the Germans begun to talk of
j holding an international fisheries exhi
i bitioa at Berlin, and invitations were
i sent but to all countries to participate.
I After two years of preparation 1he cxhi
i bition was opened on the 26th of April,
i 1880, by the Crown Prince of Germany.
; Among those who gave prize were the
Emperor, Empress, the Crown Prince,
1 the King of Saxony, and several of the
archdukes of the empire. It ds now a
i matter of history that the display made
by the United States on this occasion far
exceeded that of any other nation in com-
prehensiveness and in the variety of the
objects shown. The first prize of the
j Emperor was awarded to America for
j the completeness of its display, while a
large number of medals, etc., were re-
ceived by private American exhibitors,
f Curiously enough, the English, from
j being, apparently, the least interested,
J become the most zealous advocates of
I fishery displays, and April 18,. 1881,
; the Prince of Wales opened a national
exhibition of this kind at Noiwich.
This proved so successful that it was fol
lowed the next 3 ear by the International
i Fishery Exposition at Edinburgh.
The Great International Fisheries Ex-
position was held at London, in 1888
i It was perhaps one of the most impor-
tant events in the history of the fisheries
of the world, and did more to advance
! these interests than had been done in
: many years previously. '
i But on no previous occasion hasibere
been such a beautiful and fitting setting
for a fishery exposition as that which
' has been designed for the Exposition at
j Chicago, in 1893, where it is hoped there
will be gathered such a display as has
j never been seen in America, and ona
j that will eclipse all preceding fishery ex.