THE CHARLOTTE MESSENGER
-F VOL. 111. NO. 13
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'W.C. SMITH, Charlotte, N. O.
A chimney stati‘-t : ci m writes that at
the Mhchernich lead works in Germany,
the tallest chimney in the world has re
cently been completed. It is 440 feet
high, six feet more than the famous
chimttey of the St. Rollox chemical
works, near Glasgow, Scotland, which,
until the German one was built, was
without a rival. The flue of theMecher
nich rhimney is eleven and a half feet in
diameter at the bottom and ten feet at
the top.
— TM-J.r m A,!-
A queer phase of railway industry is §
railway tie nursery, near the little town
of Farlington, Kan., in the southern part
of the State. It is the largest artificial
plantation of forest trees in North
America, and is owned by the Southern
Pacific. The different sections have been
planted, respectively, two, four and six
years. One fourth is planted with the
ailanthus. the rest with the catalpa, and
» few of white ash. Those first planted
•ire now about twenty-five feet in height,
the last about! twelve. Some of the taller
are seven inches through the stem. There
arc about 3,000,(00 of trees in full vigor
on those plantations. Out of those trees
wiii come the railway ties of the future.
Uaptain Murrell,of the English steamer
Surrey, reports to the United States
Hydrographic Office that while on a
voyage from Baltimore to London, in
Ma rh last, he experienc d heavy gales,
a high and confused sea sweeping the
decks and causing considerable damage.
He filled the pins of the closets aft with
oakum and waste and then poured in
machine oil until the waste was fully
saturate 1, allowing the oil to drop grad
ually over the side. The effec t was tr
markable, as no more seas came aboard.
About 12 o’clock at night the oil in the
waste became exhausted, and almost im
mediately afterward a heavy sea swept
the deck, w.ishing the man from the
wheel and doing other damage. The
f-upplv of oil was replenished and no
further difficulty was experienced, the
►hip running easily for eighteen hours
and shipping no more water -on deck.
The Surrey v.a> loaded with cattle, and
Captain Murrell attributes the preserva
tion of the animals entirely to the use of
oil.
The United Stales letter sheet envelope,
a unique device for correspondence
through the mail, is a combination in
one of a letter sheet, envelope and the
new postage stamp of the denomination
of two cents, bearing the military por
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side of the perforations at both ends, the
directions are given, “To open tear oil
the ends.” These new letter sheet en
velopes are to be furnished only for the
present to a few of the larger postoffices
INTENT.
I
An art lnuii<’hed forth upon the sea of tior 1
is gone beyond recall;
An angel may not bid it stay
When once it is upon its way.
A wraith unlaid or spirit bright unto the soil j
which gives it birth,
Ea?h act achieved must ever be
Through time and through eternity
The motive gives direction to a deed forever
and for aye:
When once sent forth for good or ill
It keeps that first direction still
A force which all power of evil J
is intent;
Whate er the act, the motive pure
And for the good it shall endure.
—Antoinette Van Hoesen Wakeman j
TWO CATS.
“You dearest, sweetest ’ittle duck, sc
it was! Manny’s pcssus pet. ”
It sounded much like “manny’s pessus
pet,” but the voice was so young, so
fresh, so ccoiug, that Joe Parker could
not believe his ears.
There was something “magnetio” '
about it, to use the slang of the day; at
least it attracted Joe to the row of rasp
berries that flung their green arms all
nbroad on the old picket-fence between 1
his garden and the next neighbor's, and !
irresistibly bent his head to peep through
those respectable palings and see what !
he could see.
And this is what he saw: Such a
lovely girl! Her hair was red, to be
sure, but it was that bronze red that
looks brown in the depth of its ripples
and gold on their crests. Just now, in
the blazing sun-dune, it was all a rich ,
deep red, with gilt threads among it;
but then she had such eyes!—large,
clear, red-hazel eyes, as beautiful as a
robin's or a squirrel’s fringed with dark
lashes, and overbrowed with delicate
dark arches, a little, lifted with a look
of surprise that was the result of shape
and outline.
I regret to say that her fair soft brow
and cheeks were slightly freckled; but
in such a fresh red ad white the smallest j
spot will show, and nobody is perfectly
beautiful, not even Mary Ann May, com
monly called “Manay May.” For in
stance, her mouth was large; but then it
was so full, so red. and parted over such
firm white leeth. that it seemed just to
match the saucy lift! nose above and
the round dimpled chin below if. Hrr i
waist was large too, just as large as the
waist of any sculptured goddess wrought
by Phidias or Praxiteles, for Manny had
never been pinched in mind or body, or
given over to that awful tyrant “Thev,”
who puts our girls to the torture of rack
and boot from infancy, that they may be *
and do as “They” do and are.
Hut she had a tall, strong, shapely fig
ure, and its movements were all instinct
with the untrammeled grace ot nature.
As she stood in her mother's garden,
with both hands Masping her pet to her !
bosom, a basket of dandelion greens and
an old case knife nt her feet, she was a
perfect picture and she had not an idea
of it.
Ji.c’s theories fled as be gazed. The
voice had not misled him, it was not a j
mother s voice; the darling on whom
Manny lavished her sweet words, her
tender embrace, even her kisses, wa3 a
cat.
Hut such a cat! Tctcr was as great a
beauty as his mistress. His coat of deep
blue-gray was striped and dashed with
shining black; a ring of black encircled
his massive neck; his tail was ringed |
also with sable, and five wide black
stripes ran from between his ears down
to the very tip of the tail, merging as
they went into one broad band; then
there was a snow white spot upon his
breast, and his powerful paws were black
as jet.
‘•.Manny’s dumb silly about that there
cat. wa* her father’s chronic growl;
but, since Manny was ai! the child left
to him, and in his secret heart its living
idol, he only growled. He would not
have utteied a derogatory word about
Peter for anything; he even remembered
to get a bit' of meat for him whenever
he went to the village, and had once
keen known to turn back half a mile
for that very purpose.
As for mother May she spoiled the cat
just as she had spoiled Mary Ann. She j
was a dear, kindly, tender-hearted old
woman with an utter inab lity to rule
or order or mold anybody or anything.
She t< ok life a' she found it, and neither
fretted at nor tried to amend it—a sort
of moral feather bed, soft to exaspera
tion, but, after all. restful to the eager,
hard-worked, exasperated and wiry peo
ple of her race.
“A proper nice woman,” Sernanthy
Carrier said: “always an’ eternally good
natered. No faculty ;n her, but one
that ri es you considerable when you
want to have things gee; but when you’re
sb-k or sorry, tort of comfortin’ like a
poultice.”
jreier knew his power and his position. 1
Petted from his early kittenhood, he
soon learned, like the young of the human
spe-ies, that he could tyrannize over his
petteis. and then the warmest, softest
seat was given up to him, the door
opened at his first appeal, the giblets of ,
the laiely used fowls were saved for
him, his tastes grutified, and his notions
respected. (toe is some times tempted to
half accept the m>sciiliuc theory that
women like tyrants, when one sees how
they manufacture them for themselves, i
Now Jovph Parker had just come to j
Meriden to live. A certain Mr. Webb,
who had u manufactory in Vermont, had I
moved to Meriden to get more water
power, and os Joe Parke; was his fore
man in the fapcr-miil, he had moved
too. hired a house a little way out of the
village, next to Mr. May's homestead,
and brought with him his mother—and
his mother’s c at. Hence this story, and
whatever tears may besprinkle it.
Mrs. Parker’s cat was not at all like
CHARLOTTE, N. C. SATURDAY. OCTOBER 2, IBBG.
Peter May; he was black, all black,with
green-yellow eyes, and an aspect that
made a stranger think of the regulation
cat that was the familiar of witches in
all history. He came from Hanover
to Meriden by rail, nailed up in a
strawberry crate, hissing, spitting, yowl
ing, and sharpening his claws on his
frail prison all the way. to the
terror of every passenger in the
car. Indeed, Joe was forced to carry
crate and all into a baggage-car at the
third station, and ride with it the rest of
the way, for the brakemcn refused to
look after it, so daunted were they by
the wild animal within. Tiger was sent
into solitary confinement in the cellar os
soon as Mrs. Parker reached her house,
and was subdued by hunger and dark
ness befere they dared let him range
abroad in the new neighborhood.
Now Joe Parker had not been in Meri
den long enough to make much acquaint
ance there, and was very hard at work
the first few weeks of his stay, so that he
always went to sleep in church on Sun
day, and missed any sight thereby of the
blooming damsels in the choir or in the
pews; he was ashamed of it, to be sure,
but there was the change of air from Ver
mont mountains to the flat meadow
land and low-lying pastures about the
river, and then he was realty overworked
for a time in helping to place the new
machinery, move the old, and settle his
mother in this strange place, where he
knew no one to whom he could apply for
help or suggestion. It was not Sunday
to-uay when he peeped through the fence
at Manny, and suddenly, as if by a stroke,
lost his honest young heart; for, beloved
reader, this is only a love-story. Only a
love-story; only a record ot the great
world-song, the event of so many lives,
the finality of all.
“Love will find out the way,” saya an
ancient song, and Joe was no exception
to the rule of the Pathfinder. He per
suaded his mother to send him over to
the neighbor’s the very next night for a
pitcher of milk, and also to negotiate
for their daily supply. This being sue
cessfully effected, he went daily for the
milk before mill hours, and h’s pail w%!
fi led by Marv Ann, blooming with the
sweet morning air, neat, trim, and lovelj
at six o’clock *. m. as a city girl at hei
late dinner. Joe grew worse and worse.
He thought of Manny in mil! and
ma ket; her f ee shone above the ma
chinery. her laugh tinkled with the mill
bell He made friends with Peter also
tor cats know lovers—when they are
lovers—just as well as children know
their friends. Tiger was still kept ir
the high-fenced chicken-yard on th»
Parker premises—now devoid of chick
ens—as a measure of precaution again*/
his straying: he was too dear to his mis
tiess to hr ventured at large yet. It if
not to l»e denied that Manny looked
with favorable eyes upon Joe Parker; t
personable young fellow with a good
position does not fall at the feet ol
every farmer's daughter, even if she is a
beauty. The “anxious and aimless’
have in the r ranks many a lovely face
and capable character. Manny had been
co farther than the district school for her
cducat : on. and her home training was to
h»rd, practical, thorough work. She
read no novels or “story papers;” the
Wf kly Cournnt, and the Puritan Recorder
helped her through Sundays, but on
week days she had work to do, and at
night was tired enough to go to Ikml
carlv. She was simple as well as sensi
ble, in the best, sense of simplicity, and
did not coquette with Joe any more than
was natural to any girl. She dimpled
ar.d blushed whrn he came in. pretended
t> be \exed when Peter preferred his
knee to her lap, called him nn “awful
thing,” if he caught her hand in his with
the. milk pail handle, and was always
ready to go to singing school and even
ing meeting with him, so that his true
love ran ominously smooth.
But, alas! there was trouble coming.
Tige. the Parker cat, hurt
seriou ly in an attempt to climb the
palings of his jail-yard, for they were
old and rickety, and could not hear his
weight. His mistress nursed him in the
house for six week; with great care, and
when he wa* quite well again, and
stronger than ever with much feeding,
he was turned out-of-doors, and allowed
to roam and ravage as he would, and at
once he lit upon Peter.
Dire was the conflict, but Mrs. Parker
hastened to the rescue with a pail of
water, and the astonished Peter, quite
drenched to the skin, fled while Mrs.
Parker picked up Tiger and carried him
into the kitchen, lamenting over him as
if lie were a hurt child. Now Mrs. Pa; ker
was a shy and silent woman, but very
resolute; she at once made up her mind
that th:* Mays’ cat should not intrude on
her premises to disturb Tiger. She had
the garden fence re-enforced, and even a
strip of wire netting added to its height
on the Mays’ side; but she could noi
cabin, crib, or confine Tiger himself—s
circumstance that vexed her much. And
when Peter came home to Mary Ann
after that first duel, dripping like a
drowned rat. she too whs indignant; but
what could she do? Battles set in, howl*
by night, skirmishes by day; a piece wap
soon bitten out of Peter’a lovely waving
tail, aid Tiger lost half an ear. Manny
made in via ious remarks about Mrs Par
ker’a cat every day of her life, and Mm.
Parker made Joe’s meals bitter to h»
soul with evil speaking of Peter and
Peter’s family—meaning the Maya. Yes
they were friendly enough except on the
cat question. Mrs. May taught Mrs.
Pnrkcy how to knit new heels into Joe’s
yarn afbekings, and Mra. Parker ahowed
Manny s mother the laat pjttern of
crochet edging; they exchanged earn
pies of cake, talked skilfully of pickle*
and preserves; in fact, had a liking and
respect for each other - all but the cate.
Before the last pleasant autumn days
weie gone Joe had gathered courage to
a*-k Mary Ann to marry bim, and the had
prettily consented; they were “kee.pin
company” now, and the old folks looked
on well pleased to think that neither of
their children would stray far from home
though Joe insisted on bavin? a small
I home of his own.if only a tenement in the
village, properly remarking: “We won’t
. mix folks, Mannv it don’t succeed; be.
side. I want you all to myself” a per
' emptory sort of logic that*pleased Miss
l Mary Ann. and made her assent heartv
and prompt.
They meant to be married in April; in
no less time could the modest array of
clothing and house linen be made ready,
for chiefly it must be sewed by Manny's
deft hands: and sewed it was. with no
intervention of machinery, and alrno t
ready, when—how shall I tell it!- one
pleasant February dav Peter trailed into
the hoii'C with a bleeding ear. a blinking
eve. and one leg so hurt that he could
not even limp on it. This the cli
max. Manny had winked at Tige’s enor
miniti *s all that winter for Mis. Parkcr’9
sake * meaning Joe’si; she had only once
hurled a basin of dishwater over him,
1 three times chased him with a broom
handle, and not thrown more than a
dozen stones at him—which did n’t count,
for women never hit anything they throw
at, or at least men say so.
But now Manny's patience gave a great
ga<p and died. She flew out of the door
intent to maim or s!ay, but Tige’s black
tail just wicked out’of the g.itc; she
could not f jllow him. so she did the
next thing, which was to wadi Peter’s
wounds, put him to b d in the cellar,
fetch him dry catnip and warm rnilkand
‘ leave him to that solitude that the
wounded animal seeks, and the wounded
man shuns.
It was tea-time then, and when Joe
came in at his hour for visitation he
round .Maciy no longer tender, arch, or
sentimental; the hazel eyes had a redder
\ spark in them than he had ever seen, the
cheeks t'nme.l, an l the red lips were
’ puckered into a lovely severity instead of
j wreathed with smiles.
“Joe.” she began, rushing at once into
| the fray, “you will have to kill Tiger. I
can’t stand jt. He has ch iwcd up Peter
i till he's 'most dead.”
“My dead girl,” said Joe, in a dis
mayed tone, “mother sets by Tiger so.”
“I can’t help it; he's a horrid, dread
ful cat. and he'll murder Feter, and he’s
j got«to he killed "
“But, Manny, think of mother; she's
gain' to be alon*\ and she thinks everv
. thing of Tiger. Why, she never would
forgive me if I killed him.”
“Well, if you like her be.tter n you do
me. all tight. 1 shall kill him, unless
. pa will; so there !'*
Now Joe was not u?ed to girls and
! their way*. Hr thought Mary Ann
meant every word she said. He was
i really frightened.
“But, Mannv, just, think. What will
mother say?''
“I don't care a cent what anybody
says. I will not stand hv and see my
dear sweet old cat killed by a dreadful
; l»cast like that, and not defend him. I*ll
p’i-on it.”
“Oh, Marr Ann!” cried Joe.
“Then kill him yourself.” she retorted.
“I cannot.” said Joe, steadily.
Well he knew how his silent. mother
lov»d Tiger: like many another woman,
she bestowed on her pet all the d©
j monstrative affection she was too shy
’ and too reserved to lavish on Joe. The
<at slept on her bed, followed her about
the house and garden, sprung up into
her lap and purred there as she sat alone
j in the evenings, and however fierce a
i fighter of his kind, wa* devoted and
loving to his mistress. More than ever
did she cling to him now, in her word
: less jealousy of Joe's new love; for well
she knew that
* My son's my son till begets him a wife,’*
| and decpl}* she felt, as most mother?
; feel, that her rule and her joy were over.
Joe looked at Manny with his heart in
j his eyes, hut that young person’s wilful
>oul had got the Itetter of her sense and
her affection both: she had given Joe
her final test; she would find out now
whether he loved her or his mother best.
Poor Joe!
“You won't?" she asked, setting her
lips in a firm red line. _ ______
“Nn." said Joe. with equal firmness.
I The situation had come to a dead
1 lock.
Just then a wild scream was heard, and
a scurrying of feet. Mrs. Parker, with
a face of fright, drew herself up on the
picket-fence, and called for Joe.
“Come quick!” she cried. “Tige has
tumbled into the cistern.”
Joe ran as fast as he could. He knew
the cistern was two-thirds full, and its
sides slippery, but be had not an idea
what to clo : he lost his wits—and Mary
Ann found them!
She overtook him at the door of his
mother's kit hen. “Here! here!” she
said, breathlessly; “here’s pa's scoop
net; it's real strong. You can’t get him
out any other wav.” And yet five
minutes before she had made it a vital
issue with Joe that he would not kill
this very cat. Girls arc queer.
So Tige, resisting to the last, was
fished out of the water-butt and handed
over to his delighted mistress, who rolled
him in her apron and took him in for re
pairs, flinging over her shoulder to
Manny a curt: “I don't know how to
thank ye enough.”
“Manny!” said Joe, bolding out his
arms in the moonlight.
Mary Ann rushed into them, and
sobbed out: “I did act like all possessed!
I never should have liked you a mite
again if you’d killed Tige!” Oh, wo
man ! woman! ...
So they were married, and lived happy
ever after, and had a cat of their own
handsomer than Peter, better that Tige,
and as peaceable as a Quaker Rom
Terry Co©k\ in Boar.
Two ••ChwlnnK’’
“For you,” he raid, ‘‘l’d gladly die. I’ve
loved you well and long.’’ The cruel j
girl made no reply, she rang a rne.-t
--i ut gon
“When was beefsteak highest, Mr. Coon.’
said the minstrel, 71 Pray you tell
" Vben the nimble cow jumped nve»
the moon.” Clang went the chestnut
Nff.
—Detroit Fret Tre**. |
-BATTLE OF THE OSAGE.
CAPTURE OF MARMADUKE, MIS
SOURI’S PRESENT GOVERNOR.
A Federal Captain'. Account of the
Fiicht—A Charge Led by a Rider
on a White Horse.
The “Battle of the Osage” was foughl
In the latter part of October, 1864.
There were two engagements, one in the
morning and oue in the afternoon.
During the morning fight the present
Governor of Missouri, General alarma
duke, was taken prisoner. I was a par
ticipator in the charge made by the
Union forces, and an eye-witness of his
capture, although his identity was not
known for half nn haur afterward. The
country for mites in the Osage re
gion is unbroken prairie; the ground un
dulating, the hills and hollows seeming
to run parallel. It was, therefore, a
model battle ground, and, in reading the
accounts of the English campaign in the
Soudan,, I was reminded vividly of our
pursuit of the Confederates through Mis
souri.
Just after crossing the dry bed of the
Osage Kiver, we heard skirmishing, and
soon came in sight of the enemy, lormed
in line of battle, nnd waiting lor us. 1
was Captain of Company H, Tenth Mis
souri Cavalry; Col. Bentine, commander,
and General Pleasanton, Brigade Com
mander. My position was on the lelt,
as we drew up in line. During my four
years’ service I had seen some very close
quarters. But never had I seen 9,000
horsemen drawn up in battle array, and
the sight was certainly a thrilling one. I
believe 1 am safe in saying that since the
battle of the Pyramids in Egypt, modern
warfare had not seen the like. Tho
enemy were well supported by their
artillery, and as I looked across the in
tervening space I could see the mouths
of the cannon. While wc sat on our
horses waiting for orders. Generals
Pleasanton and Curtis came riding down
between the lines. As they passed me
I heard Pleasanton say: “We must come
together now. ” These words, and tho
ominous looks of the cannon, assured me
that a serious moment was at hand. I
had S6OO about me, and I put it into an
official envelope. I then directed it to my
sister, and gave it to our surgeon, with
the request to forward it in case of my
death, or as the boys were in the habit
of saying, in case I did not “come out.”
At last the bugle sounded the charge.
The long lines surged in and out, but no
advance was made.
Again the bugle rang out on the still
air, and again the lines wavered.
Then suddenly a rider on a white horse
burst through the ranks and rode at the
foe. Like an avalanche we followed.
In the excitement every fear vanished,
and we rode through the enemy's ranks,
dispersing them right and left. They
had fired one volley and had no time to
reload
Their right wing was completely cut
off from the main body and surrounded.
Having no other alternative they sur
rendered, and wc were soon busy djs
mounting them and harrying them to
the rear. On my way back with a crowd
of prisoners, wc met General James Lanci
going to the front. He stopped, andj
pushing his way through the crowd of'
guards and prisoners, walked up to ai
tall, fine-looking Confederate, held out
his hand, and said: “How do you do,
General Marmaduke?” The man shook
his hand warmly, and after a few
words General Lane walked away,
taking General Marmaduke with
him. When taken General Marma
duke had on his hat a star and crescent.
At the time no one knew him, and Colo
nel Bentine noticing the ornaments cut
them from the hat as trophies of war.
The star last heard from was in a
museum in Chicago. General Marma
dukp had no insignia of office from which
he could be distinguished from the com
mon soldiers, having"* simple gray uni
form and a large slouch hat. I have
never learned who the rider on the white
horse was that led the charge other than
that he was a staff officer.
The Confederates made a stand again
in the afternoon, forming in squares, but
could not stand before our onslaught,
and again retreated. That night horses
and men lay down and slept together. So
utterly worn out were they that no one
thought of eating; going to sleep was so
much easier. —Detroit Free Prists.
Deformity in an Italian City.
A Milan letter to the Paris American
FeqUter says: All the monsters physical
I have seen elsewhere throughout my
whole life world not, if collected to
gether, approach by even a fen- hundred
all the persons similarly a Dieted whom I
have met in the streets of Milan during
the past three months. I could not go
into one of the public gardens, traverse
one of the piazzas, enter one of the
churches, sit in a trumcar, without find
ing myself confronted with at least one
or two hunchbacks. It is, in fact, a
veritable city of Qnasimodos. Add to
these bewhiskered and chimneypot
hatted dwarfs some four feet high, brush
ing pompously past you, and dirainutivo
women, young und old, still lower of
6taturc, waddling along the pavements,
cripple- of regular and irregular sizes ;
and of both sexes,and you might well ask
yourself in wonder, as I asked my artist
frit nd, how comes it that we fin'd such
an inordinate amount of deformity in a
country where the rudest clodhopper has
a soul and passion for beauty, whether
it be in in fieshor blood or on canvas ?
The answer was brief snd to the point:
“These deformities are traditional. Lom
bardians are well known to be so clan
nish in therr habits sand have been so
for many a generation) that they often
intermarry within the forbidden degrees
of kindred.''
A Philadelphia oyster dealer h»s a '
horse that eats oysters’ on the ltnlf shell :
with remarkable'relish.
form*. $1.50 per Annnm. Single Copy 5 cents.
waiting.
Tbsy have gone through life together,
They hare braved its stormy weather,
Many a year;
Time has filched from beauty’s treasures,
, But love scorns the hoard he measures,
With a leer.
Mid the world's turmoil and fretting,
They’d no tears, and vain regretting
Forth 9 past;
All their troubles firmly breasting,
They have found the time for resting
Sweet, at last.
There are graves upon the meadow—
Baby forms that lie in shadow,
Dark and still;
Ah! they felt life’s fountain drying
When they looked on baby, dying*
But—“ Thy will!” eLu
i Now with pulse.' throbbing steady,
Hand in hand, they’re waiting, ready ;
Not a sigh
For the time that’s swiftly fleeting,
There wilj be a .joyous meeting—
By and by.
—Hollis W. Field t in Detroit Free Press.
HUMOR OF THE DAY.
After all, it is the bad child gets the
palm.— Jvdg\
The board of education —The black
board.— Darlington Free Press.
A man of exalted berth—the fellow
i who has the upper bunk in a steamer.—
Detroit Free Prut.
; Most of the piex factories are situated
in New-Kngland, as are also the piii sac
lories. There is u moral in this. —Ncu
Haven Neivr.
The advice “always aim a little highet
than the mark” scarcely applies to kiss
ing. Nobody would want to kiss his
best girl on the nose.— Philadelphia. Call.
A contemporary has an article on the
most inexpensive way of filling the
i teeth. The most inexpensive way we
I know of is to cat peanuts. —Boston Con-
I rier.
“Are Southern girls flirts?” asks the
j Richmond Stair. \\ hy, bicss you, yes.
So sue Northern girls. Also Eastern and
j We.-tern girls. Ask us something hard.
Detroit Free Prra*.
The Leather Reporter has nn article
j headed : “How to Take the Hide Off a
Calf.” The best way to take the hid*
off a calf is to lead the calf into politics.
—A rkn ti s7 >r Fra reh' r.
A New Jersey giri ha eloped with air
Indian. The manner in which our gov
ernment permits the Indians to be im
posed upon' hy the white race is shame*
’ iul. —Norristown Her old.
It is astonishing how much easier it is
at 1 1 o’clock in the evening to get. up at
8 o’clock in the morning than ir. is when
H o’clock in the morning really come.
You would not think it would be that
' way, but it is.— Cambridge Chronicle.
The consumption of lead pencils in
the United States is placed at *2.50,000 n
day. II every woman who uses a lead
pencil were to sharpen her own the con
sumption, it is estimated, would amount
I to about 250,000,000 a day.— Norristown
| Hfrald. ~
The Horses of Belooeliistan.
A correspondent, in India, in a letter
1 to the London Field, writer as follows
Seeing the controversy in the Flell about
horses of Eastern breed, 1 venture to
write a few words about a race of horses
, whose qualities 1 do not think have been
brought before the breeders at home;
they are the Beloochies. I cannot give
many particulars about them, as I am
unacquainted with the lore of horse
breeding; but I can mention whatstrikes
: the average mortal on seeing them.
First, their size, which for pure Orient
, als is remarkable; the usual height is
from fifteen and one half to a little over
! sixteen hands; their general appearance
is surprisingly like an English huntsr,
rather light lor its siz.e; they arc big
boned without much flesh, rather Arab
like heads, and powerful quarters; alto
gether they have a very sporting look.
They are much appreciated by the offi
cersof native cavalry regiments stationed
in Hcloochistan.whoare r< mounting their
corps us much as possible from the dis
trict, while many are being purchased to
take down couutry as an investment,
f These horses arc very tractable and do
cile, and easily learn a beautifully easy
trot when ridden by a European.
The Beloochi iswonderiullyhardy and
very fast, although this may be only
comparative be au-;c of their size, wh?u
tried against the races of horses
out here. The most lb al color is a bla< k
brown with a few white hairs about.
The Beloochi horseman does not use a
severe bit; he has no hinds to speak of,
and rides either at a fast walk or a smart
canter. His saddle is a wooden frame
work, which ho cover* with his spare
clothes and the family bedd ng when he
goes out. There is another stamp of horse
bred in Beloochistan. and which, when
they find their way down country, are
' called Belooch es in advertisement*; but
j I think they are Tartar ponies, of sorts.
They run fiom 13.1 to 14.1 in heigh’,
and are altogether a lower class of beast,
though I believe very hardy. The sound
ness of wind, leg and fcot of the true
! Beloochi is remarkable, and, to judge
from the country*they are reared in, nine
months in the year everything the ground
produces they must cat, except actual
stones.
Three American horses are to be
I (hipped to Rosa Bonheur, the great ani
mal painter. One was bred on the Sun
River, in the Rocky Mountains; another
is a wild horse caught on the head waters
j of the Niobarra, and a third is a mustang
from the Brazos River, Tcxaa. They are
designed as specimens of horaea used on
our frontier. _
Vineyards of frot, 1.000 to 2,500 acres
j arc numerous in Southern California