THE CHARLOTTE MESSENGER
VOL. 111. NO. 14
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CHARLOTTE, N. C.
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of a newspaper to advocate the rights and '
defend the inter st» of the Negro American,
especially in the Piedmont section of the
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Address,
W. C. SMITH, Charlotte, N. C
The undertakers of Philadelphia have
again invoked the aid of the clergy to
pot an end to Sunday funerals. It ia !
well-known that the Homan Catholic
tlergy have strongly protested against
the practice, and hire, to a large extent
nicerled in breaking it up among their
rrngrrgalions; but ministers of the va
rious pwtestant denominations have so
far refrained from taking similar action.
The Venice of the poets and the Venice
mentioned as follows in the I.ondon
Timm aortn different cities: “The filthy
comers of Venice are as foul as of old —
in some cases filthy beyond endurance.
Decayed fruit is sold to and oaten by a
population deprived of its ordinary re
sources. The wells are still used by the
majority of the population, for the Bren
ta Aqueduct water ia sold by the fool
and is very dear."
France is determined to have no sym
pathizer* with oppreesed royalty within
her borders. The Rev. J. W. Drought,
an English clergyman of Chantilly, who
wrote the Count of Paris a polite letter of
regret at his exile from the country, war
required by the French govern ment to
go too. Drought had met the Count in
charitable work in his parish, and there
is considerable indignation among Ens- J
lish residents in France over the affair, j
There are comparatively few Jewels
stc«d in the treasury vaults at Washing
ton, and how these jewels came there no
one ran tell. Among the valuables ia an
old aword. with jeweled hilt and golden
chain. No one can tell to whom it be
longed, but it is a relic of the revolution,
and eras prob'.bly captured and given to
the Government, but locked up with the
treasure* instead of being sent to the
museum. There are two or three small
bottles filled with precious stones, but
these are sealed up and no one knows
their value. They may be “stage jew
els”for all the keepers know. In the box
where these trinkets arc kept is a curious
old bettle containing sttar of roses. It
is ejri nsaly Maimed to be worth from
HOB to |lo\ooo. Often when the box
is struck and jarred or moved, the sweet
odor of the attar of roses permeates tha
rnult* and lingers about the cold corri- j
dort for days. These, together with a
few littlegol len Irinka, make up the Jew- ]
(is of the treasury.
Inquiry among the k*w York insur- !
aare men has elicited the fact that none
of the companies insure against earth-’ |
quakes. If fire results from an earth- l
quake in an insured building, however, i
the policies are paid. Manager Dane, of
the Niagara Insurance Company, arid:
• The nearest sre come to earthquakes are
cyclone* and hurricanes. Oar company
and the foot meats! as well hare a special
bauranre contract for them, but we only
insure, as a matter of coarse, in certain
specified territory. I hardly think that
thia branch of the bus ness will last very
long, however, as only those who are pe
culiarly liable to loss from wind storms
ir»urc against them. The money to b*
•nade from insurance is in the generality
of the risks. Do I think it probable that
lesuraare companies will inclSde earth
quakes ia their risks in the future? Well, j
hardly I don’t presume we’ll have an- j
other shaking np in the time of |
cut gi:n*r»t ion. If earthquakes wer* ,
grarral, however, I s-e no ronaon why ;
propeity should not lie insured against
them the seme a* hurricanes. I nevef |
bear.l of surh insurance compeniee in
cnuitr’w »hfrt ctrtb'jniko are com* (
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CHARLOTTE, N. C. SATURDAY, OCTOBER 9, 1886.
ONLY.
Only a cloud in the summer day,
And the oak in the shadow bowed low its
head,
While the hgd in its branches with bosom
red,
Sang from its nest a soft lullaby.
Only a flash of lightning at even,
From a cloud that had hovered all day in’
sight—
And the oak lay shattered, struck down in
its might:
But the bird, still singing, flew toward
heaven.
Only a cloud in the heart of man,
Yet the strong frame bowed down 'neatb
the chill and gloom,
’Till his spirit had whispered, “be brave, for
soon
Success shall crown each purpose, each plant’
Only a flash; a gleam of death s rod—
So vivid, so brief, like a dream that is o’er
The body is dust, shall be dust evermore,
• But the soul set free rises up to God.
—Francis Foote, i:i Boston Traveller.
UPPER FIVE.
Why I left the Pullman car service at
11 o’clock at night at a water tank in
Middle Arizona will also explain why,
i although 1 am not yet thirty-five years
i old, my nervous system is shattered, my
health wrecked, and even my mind so
j efTcefed that now and then my ideas get
i uncoupled in a curious way and go run
ning wild all over the division and break
i ing into sidings where they have no bus
iness to be. The doctor says I must have
! had a bad fail some time and perhaps
taken too much bromide of potassium
since, but I know better. It is all on ac
count of “ upper five.” I was a conduc
tor on the Southern Pacific system attho
time it happened, and my run was from
Tucson, Ari., to Los Angeles. Lid tour
ists will remember my car. It was the
Grenada. Most men say the business is a
dog’s life, but I own I rather liked it. A
sleeping-car is a proscenium box in the
theatre of life. S ngle acts of every
body’s little dramas arc continually
played before me. 1 cople become
naturally unreserved and communicative
on a train. You get down beneath the
surface, their peculiarities are laid bare,
their oddities stand out like bumps, you
see their hopes, disappointments, preju
dices, likes und dislikes, and feel before
the end of the division as if vou had
I known them for years. This was pnr-
I ticularly true of a car load we carried out
j of Tucson one certain day in August. I
remember we had a bridal party on board,
two or three drummers, a couple of stock
men from -the Nation," and—what I
especially recollect—a portly old gentle
man named Bliss and a widow named
Paxton, who was traveling with her in
valid daughter, a young lady of about
twenty.
Mr. Bliss was not in good health him
self, and was full of querulous complain
ing. He had a dusty voice, little eyes,
with large pads of fat under them; and
I can see him, sitting exactly in the mid
i die of his Seat, growlihg and gasping,
i w 'th his collar unbuttoned in front and
j the two ends sticking up like horns on
each side of his face. Mrs. and Miss
Paxton were, on the contrary, accom
plished travelers, and mide the best of
everything. The mother was a peasant,
grave, old-fashioned lady, and the
da lghtrr, a swect-faced, hollow-eyed,
patient little feather of a girl, who
could riot have weighed above eighty
or eighty-five pounds at the most.
The weather was scorching. The des
et tof white sand was simply a big re
flector that threw the sun back into the
lower nir until, when it stirred, it was
like a breath from a furnace. Every
body was tattooed with the fine black
cinders and hoarse with the dust. Ths
bride was a sight to behold, and the cat- I
; tlemon swore like pirates in the smoking- i
room. Bliss cursed the management of !
the road, root, tree, and branch, and
Rnmy perspiralion poured off him in i
streams. Toward night the heat was
(till excessive, and I believe it was about
„", c ' oc , k " hen ‘he porter began to make
up the Intrths. Ihe Paxtons had section !
nve. There is a difference of opinion
among travelers as to the comforts oi j
lower and upper berths in summer, and
! "Rood many hold that the uppers are the 1
best, as being nearest the ventilating
windows This was the view the ladies !
I look of it and when the berths were mado i
np l lifted the invalid girl in my arms
Into upper five. I remember hearing her i
say good-night to her mother, and telling
j ha: she would sleep well. *’ 1
About half an hour later old Bliss '
I r *mc tottering and swaying into the i
j smoking room, where I was counting my |
tickets. lie was furious. His berth
was lower seven, next to the Paxtons,
and lie wanted to know why the upper J
berth had been let down.
“There is nobody in it,” lie sputtered, !
' ami it is all foolishness to make it up.
It just makes mine ns hot as a bake '
oven.”
I explained to him that the rules re- !
I quired all disengaged berths to be made
up to accommodate possible local travel
“But nobody’s going to get on in this
desert, he insisted, testily. “Why i
can t you just push that one up?”
"I can't do it,” I replied a little net- ;
tied, “unless you pay for it."
lie abused Ihe road, myself, and every- i
body else incoherently for a while, but
the upshot of the matter was he paid for I
i the upper lierth, and asked in a surly 1
! v . o,cc ‘hat it be put up at once By that !
j time I was pretty mad, and hurrying
.rack into the car, I parted (he curtains, i
unhooked ihe two wires that hold I
the upper berth down, seized it bv
the edge, and with one violent
push swung it up ■in place. I
heard the apring locks click, threw the
curtains together, and returned to the
smoking room. Meantime Bliss and one I
of the cattlemen bad got into a nolitleal
discussion, and it was near 11 o’clock
before the old fellow became, 100 indig
nant over some statement as to the civil
service lo continue the argument and
nent staggering and puffing out. He
returned almost immediately.
“Conductor,” he wheezed with a sort
of forced calmness, “I thought I bought
that upper berth iri my section?”
".So you did,” I replied.
“And you told me you put it up?”
“Yes, sir.” 1
“low did no such thing!” he ex
ela mcd. suddenly bursting into a rage,
“the infernal thing has been down all
night, and is down now, and my berth
steaming like a sweat box. Give me my
money back!”
“You looked into the wrong berth,"
I replied. “I put that upper back my I
self and nobody's touched it since."
“I looked into section seven,” he said,
furiously. “I don’t believe you ever
touched it.”
“I just want to show you that you
don’t know what you’re talking about,”
I answered, leading the way back into
the car. "Here is your section. See.”
AI this I threw back the curtains and
stopped dumbfounded. The upjier berth
was down, and, what was more, tho wires
•lid not appear to have been touched,
bliss started to say something in reply, .
when I felt of a sudden as though a bul
let had gone through my heart. A hor
rible thought had Hashed across my mind,'
too quickly to be shaped in words. Tho
blood came throbbing through my neck
in slow, bursting waves, and more like a
machine than a man I stretched out my
arm and opined the curtains of section
five, ’i he tipper berth was shut.
I had made a mistake. In a hideous,
moving tomb, swung, like Mahomet’s
coffin, between heaveh and earth, I had
buried the girl alive! For a moment it
seemed as though the arteries of my
throat would burst; my heart beat with
quick, sharp pangs; my skin had all the
icy contraction of a sudden plunge into
cold water. It was then that a sort of
secondary intelligence seemed to work
within me, and, while my senses reeled
with fear and horror, impelled me to
push up the berth in the old man’s sec
tion and get away. I scarcely knew
what I was doing, but Bliss noticed noth
ing and grurablingly crawled into his
berth, while I hurried out to the plat
form.
Why did I not open upper five? Be
cause X realized instantly that the victim
was long before dead. In a sleeping
car space is economized to the utmost ex
tent. The swinging berth fits into space
like a ball in a socket. The elasticity of
the mattress and the slight figure of the
girl alone made it possible for me to
close it with her inside. I gave one hag
gard look at my watch. An hour on a
half had aiasped. She must have died
in the first three or four minutes.
I stood on the steps and tried to I
think, but I cou'd not control my mind ‘
In swift defile it pictured to me the dis
covery, the blackened corpse tumbling
from the blankets, the stiff fingers clutch
ing at nothingness, the mother s shriek,
the consternation of the passengers, the
excited theories, the quick conception of
the truth, the search, the denunciation,
the awful machinery of the courts, the
prison! By a violent effort I surveyed
the situation from several standpoints.
They all led to one conclusion —flight.
There was but one time when I could
have taken the henefit of the accident— !
that was at once, when I made the dis
covery—and I realized the impossibility j
of explaining my hesitation. These
things passed through my mind like
flashes of lightning. There was not an ;
instant to lose. Mrs. Paxton might at
any moment awake and call her daugh- i
ter. Just then the engine slowed up a
trifle. I saw indistintiy in the gloom j
that the ground was level, swung off, j
and watched the dim outline of the '
train, carrying its burden of sleeping life
and silent death, grow faint and fainter j
and disappear into the night.
The place where I jumped was near a
water tank. I presently made it out and
walked wide around it to avoid a possible
watchman. I knew the lay of the land ;
j in a general way and that I could not bo 1
far from the little town of Mohawk Sum
mit. To get out of the country the
quickest way possible was my dominant
thought, anil old Mexico suggested itself
at once. I realized that I must avoid
the railroad with its accompanying tele
graph lines, and I started, as nearly as I
j could judge, southeast. As I walked
I along I cut the gilt buttons off my coat
j and vest and threw them away. I did
I the same with my cap and tore the gold
; braid from around the brim.
1 shall not go into the details of that
i night, nor the many davs nnd nights that
, followed it 1 was full of wild regrets
j at the course I had taken and saw a
million defects in my plan. Withngony
, I realized that my flight destroyed the
theory of innocence. 1 could see ado cn
I ways that I might have remained upon
j the car— now that it was too late. My
I journey south was througli innumerable
j hardships, nnd the ever present and sick
ening apprehension of pursuit. In the
| camps where hunger drove me it seemed
j to me that everybody looked strangely at j
me. If a man turned liis head my heart
bounded with panic. Twice I was lost
on the arid, sago grown plains, and once
I wandered without water and burning
with fever for two days.
I had s!>4 in my pocket when I jumped
; from tho train, but when I finally made
my way to Guaymas I had less than fifty
: cents. Then I was forced to come into
town and go to work. Tan and tatters
j had pretty thoroughly disguised me. but
J I was still haunted with the fear of nr- :
J ress. It woa a long time before I could i
look at a newspaper at all, and when 1
finally plucked up courage to open one
it was with the gingerly caution of a per
son who lifts a garment expecting to find
a snake underneath. I hnd a terror of
feeing the details of the tragedy in print,
and, I believe, much as it might have
aided my escape, I would not b<ve bad
| the moral courage to read a paper con
| Dining them.
After a good many months a great i -
longing seized me to see my own country J
again. The adobe houses and the foreign
chatter to which I could never train my | 1
tongue were on me like a nightmare. I
was miserably poor, but managed to
make my way to Paso del Norte. On
tho other aide of the Rio Grande is El
Paso, the American town, and, although
I never ventured over, the sight of vis
itors of my own nationality delighted, | ;
excited and frightened me by turns. I I i
hung about the place, living from hand i
to mouth, until one day a great event j ;
happened.
At the end of the main street is the
principal curiosity of the town—the old
cathedral. It is a venerable pile, built
time out of mind, nnd falling into de
i liberate and respectable ruin. The white
stucco that once covered the walls has
peeled off in places and given it an air
of picturesque dilapidation, and inside
arc curious effigies of Saints and the cru
cified Christ. In a word, it is the objec
tive point of all tourists'and visitors. I
was in the place one afternoon in August,
half dozing on one of the old carved
benches, when a party of ladies and gen
tlemen came in. Back of me was the
holy-water urn, and they were inspecting
it when I looked up. At the sight of
j one of the ladies I felt as though I had
received a galvanic shock. I tried to
rise, but could not. I shut my eyes aud
opened them again to find her still there.
It was no hallucination, no apparition;
it was Miss Paxton.
“Why, mamma," I heard her say, “the
gentleman ia unwell, I believe."’
“You are Miss Paxton,” I gasped.
“Yes, sir,” she replied, with a little
start.
“Who was on the Southern Pacific
train going to Los Angeles a year ago?”
“Yes. sir.” Then she suddenly turned
and said in a low voice: “Why, I be
lieve its the conductor who ran away
with the company’s money that night.
“Who ran away with the company's j
money?” It was a construction of my
flight I had never thought of. I con
trolled my impulse to shout out, and j
said:
"Were you not in upper five that 1
night?"
“Let me ace,” she replied. I think I :
was. Yes, I remember; 1 was in it for I
a while, and then the jolting made me j
sick and I crawled down with mamma.” |
I rushed ont of the cathedral like a
mad man. I seemed to walk on air. j
My past life appeared as vague and un
real to me as the fabric of a dream. I
laughed and cried, and went along the
streets talking to myself. That night I j
slept on the other side of the river.
Perhaps the reaction was too much for ;
me, for I have not been very well since,
and the fits of nervousness have pulled
me down to what you see me to-day. It
seems as if there were chords twanging
I and quivering through me now and then,
; and that, is when my ideas get side
tracked and wild trains go sailing over
my mental railroad. But maybe that’s
the bromide. —San Francisco Chronicle.
Tho Midnight Snn.
Edward K. Taylor says in the Ban I
Francisco Chronicle: No one comes to i
Norway without taking the trip toNord
iand to see the sun at midnight. My j
deepest impressions from witnessing the
. sublime spectacle of the midnight snn \
1 were received at a point nearer the Arc
tic Circle. It was one of those hushed
evenings which occur with a falling ba
rometer; so still that the glossy surface
of the undulating sea was unruffled even
Iby the breath of a zephyr. South ward,
above a wall of cloud, majestic moun
; tains reared their snowy peaks. Far in j
the west floated a fleet of fish’ng craft,
j and long lines of water fowl were wing
ing their way to rocky resting places.
Above the sun, which from my stand
j near the compass, I watched swinging j
northward, lay several parallel strata of j
fleecy clouds. The water horizon rolled
up higher and higher until, like a great
golden globe, thie sun rested upon its
rim. The lower cloud stratum nocame
I orange-tinted. The next was dyed with
saffron shades, while the rosy reflection
! of the upper stratum painted with deli
cate pink the Kjolen cliffs in the south.
For several moments the motion of the
earth seemed checked, the sun still rest
ing on the ocean's rim, and then—most
startling vision!—aline of light appears
below the fiery orb—the horizon is retro- j
grading. By thus forcing the mind to i
regard the sun as stationary in his true
position, and centering the attention on j
our own planetary motion, an effect is i
produced far more amazing than that ex- j
perienced by the startled Hezekinh when <
Ihe shadow retreated o» the great dud of
Ahez.
The Mexican White Honse.
The Mexican,White Houso or Presi
dential residence is described ns one of tho ,
most beautiful and artistic palaces in the
world. The frescoing and painting have
been executed by C’a«sarin, a disciple of
Messionicr.who bat surpassed himself in
, the ceiling of the President's lied cham j
ber, where the woodwork is ebony nnd j
gold, and the bed is of cbnnized cherry, i
ornamented with gold and motal mar
queterie. Out of this opens the bathroom,
a grotto paved with mosaics, and having
j walls of painted French tiles. On the i
first floor is a tropical garden, and tile |
roof, after the manner of eastern houses,
is a beautiful garden of flowers and 1
fountains. The finest room of all is de
scribed as “the parlor,” and is said to be i
like the Princess's apartments in a higMy
: colored fairy talc. Here the woodwork
is in satin panels, with maple borders and
gold flowers; the walls are capitonne with ,
satin damask, relieved by blue and gold j
Aubussom borders, and the carpet, s;>e
i cially woven in the richest hues, it laid
upon a floor inlaid with the handsomest
wood the world produce*.
i pto this date about (>,OOO tranche)
of the Knights of Labor btve been oryr.it
! u*d
Terms. $1.50 per Aim Single Copy 5 cents.
NERVE OF A WHITE MAN
HE WHIPS A PACK OP BBDSKIKB
IN ARIZONA.
A Hunter’s Story of His Straggle
With a Band of Hosttles—A
Plucky Stand.
The Silver City (Ari.) Enterprise has
found E. C. Montgomery, who had a
fight with Indians a few weeks ago, and
learned his story of the remarkable af
fray. Tho Indian slayer was clad in a
loose fitting blue shirt, tight fitting,
plainly made trousers, over the bottoms
of which came the tops of his heavy
boots. His hair and beard, of medium
length, were sprinkled with gray, though
the owner was apparently only forty
years of age. Small of statue, neatly
built, quick in speech and motion, he
gave an impression of being wary and
dangerous rn combat. He proved him
self an intelligent gentleman, a good
conversationalist, evidently truthful,and
devoid of a swaggering or boastful
spirit. In the course of the conversation
that followed, and in response to numer
ous questions Mr. Montgomery told his
story about as follows:
‘•1 am a hunter, and the scalps of ani- ,
mala I kill are paid for by Arizona. For
mountain lions I get $25, and for- bears
$lO, I have been on the frontier sixteen tl
years. These scars you see on my body '
were made by Indian arrows when I
was acting as scout in a war waged i
upon Indians by McKenzie. The t
place where I had this recent light was
in Arizona, twelve miles from the reser- i
vation and about forty miles from Clif- c
i ton. I was thoroughly familiar with
the ground haring hunted there about (
four years. I was going along a trail (
with my horse and pack mule, on which
were provisions and animal scalps, in- ,
tending to reach water and make a (
t stand about two o’clock. I was near '
my destination when I saw a fresh Indian
i trail. Apparently there was a party of
| three or four, with a horse. Soon I saw t
| another, and concluded I was in for it, f
j and that there were Indians behind me I
| and others waylaying the trail. I led my 1
horse up behind a swell, whero bullets
. would pass over him, and the mule fol- |
I lowed. My dog was growling all the i
l time. Then I began picking my way
- along a ridge, protecting myself as far j
possible and watching. Soon two In
| dians, about two hundred yards away
but some distance apart, fired at me. 1
tried to return the fire, but they disap
peared. At that instant my dog gave a
sharp growl. 1 wheeled, und as I did
j so I saw a big burly fellow, who was
! trotting for me, apparently thinking I
| had heen shot. I felt a. burning sensa
tion in my right ear, the ball passed so
close. As he was attempting to put
another cartridge in his gun I threw
up my rifle, saw his breast through the
sights, elevated the weapon, aimed at hie
head arid crashed his skull just above the
eye. He tumbled forward upon his gun,
doubled up. He was between me and
the horses. I had found where the In
| dians were, and saw that the animals
I must be moved. As I ran toward them
i passed the Indian, who had been
I straightened out by the dog. I took my
! hunting knife, circled the neck, and
twisted the*head off. In going to the
! horses I was shot at several times. When
. the horse and mule had been moved I
sneaked back and waited, fearing that
the Indians were all around. I waited
twenty minutes and heard no sound.
Then I took the head, partially exposed
myself, and waved it above my head as
high as I could reach.
“They arose and shot at me. I saw
the outline of the form of one as he sank
again. I fired, and he stumbled forward
and lay there. The other fellow was
not game. 1 did not see either again, and
when an hour had gone I stole away
and then began a journey. 1 would go
half a milo, tie up, pick my way back
to prevent them slipping on me, and
then travel again. I kept that up
| until dark, then unloaded the mule
and made a flying ride, using mule
and horse alternately. At daybreak I
rame to a white man’s ranch and rested.
From there I went to Clifton. It was a
good square fight, and I won. Luck was
with me when they had the drop on me,
and after that I was even. Y’es, I was
excited during the fight, but I could
shoot better than I could now, as I had
been keyed up tight for twenty minutes,
j but when X felt that I had got away
! from the gang I had to get down from
my horse, bathe my head and lie down a
] few minutes. Two hours of such sus
pense unnerves a man. No, I did not
have a Winchester rifle. That’s a good
j saddle gun, but when a man leads the
life I do one shot is all he wants, and F*
| needs a better gun than a Winchester. 1
j had one of the latter kind in a fight with
j a bear once, and while I was trying to
remove a shell that had lodged the bear
mutilated me so that 1 could not sit in
J the saddle during the next six weeks.
I had a Sharp of -id-calibre in this fight.
I am goiDg to wait until that s: alp is
| thoroughly tanned, and then write its
: rerord upon it and give, the ornament to
' my sister, who has two others that I took
; "ears ago. ”
Figuratively Speaking.
Astronomy is 1-derful
And interesting 1
The earth 3-volves around the sun.
Which makes a year 4 you.
The moon in dead and can’t re-J
By law of phys-6 great.
It’s 7 where the stars alive
Do nightly erintil-8.
If watchful Providence be !>,
With good inteettoea fraught.
Did not Keep up Its grand deaign
W* soon would come to 0.
Astronomy ia l-derful.
But It’. 2 80 4
1 man 2 grasp, and that is why
I’d better say no more.
—H C. P»4g, I
LIFE’S CQMMON OIFTSa
Life’s common gifts themselves renew;
Oh blew the power that wills it so I
Behold yon clover wet with dew—
Only a few short weeks ago.
Keen scythes laid low the fragrant stof
And 10, it cheers the eye—
Thus is repeated o’er and o’er.
The beauty of the earth and sky.
Our child's soft kiss, the love-lit eye*
The tender words that morn and night
Ne’er fail us—can it be we pa-ire
Thom all too littlo, boll th?m light*
Great Nature, may wo lea'-n of the?
The worth of simple things to know;
Prize rro-e the grace of purity
Than aught of empty ga id and show.
Nor mourn with eyes tear-wet th9 while,
“Our blowings vanished e'er we knew
Their value—Oh, dear kiss! oh. smile t
Ob, clover blossoms wet with dew V*
Springfield Republican
HUMOR OF THE DAT.
A young man of polish—The boot
black.
A climbing plant with tendrils isn't
half so annoying a« a mosquito with on#.
—Philadelphia Call.
An exchange tells about a sailor who
was tried for assault. He turned out to
be one, too. —Burlington Free Frees.
“Garments without buttons” arc ad
vertised. They arc not the kind bach
elors are looking for. ~- Philadelphia to lt.
4 There's plenty of room at the top,'*
ts the champagne remarked when it flew
to the dude's head. —Boston Tranecript.
It’s pretty hard luck. In summer we
have horse-lies, and then again in winter
we have snow Hie?. —Burlington Kree
Press.
“Women can do a great deal of talk
ing with their eyes,'’ says a Philadelphia
editor, who has evidently stepped on a
beauty’? dress in a crowded ball-room.—
Otnaha World.
“You don't know I)r. A? Why. it was
he who just passed us.” “What! that
man? lie looks like a corpse” “Well,
yes. I always take him for one of his
patients.” —french Fun.
The Abbe Liszt, one of the greatest
pianists the world ever produced, died
poor. There arc a good many people in
this country who seem l.kely to dW poor
pianists. —Springjitbl I ni n.
It has been pretty generally admitte l
that every man is the architect of his
own fortune, but it does seem that soms
men would have done better to have let
the iob out.— Kansas City Squib.
Judge— “Have you anything to say be
fore the court passes sentence upon you?”
Prisoner —“Well,all lgot is, I hops
yer honor ’ll consider the extreme youth
of my lawyer, an’ let me off easy.’*—
Puck.
A dog which has been riding up and
down the m nes on cages and wandering
through drifts and crosscuts was recently
washed and his shaggy coat of hair as
sayed $23.17 worth of gold dust.— Month,
cello (Col.) Champion.
A cat that disappeared twenty yean
ago through a trap door in the floor of #
freight houso tt Ansonia. l onnecticu*,
was found there on Monday by workmen
who were tearing away the building.
Contrary to expectation“,it was not alive.
—NorrUtoirn Herald.
Fogg had said the meanest thing ant
man ever was capable of saying. When
Mrs. F. left him alone in the house tht
other evening she remarked: “You won’t
b*» lonely, dear? “No. ' he replied; ‘1
shan't miss you at all. The parrot jov
know, is here.”— B-eton Transcript.
A Remarkable Well.
One of the attractions of Lemoore, aa
yet but little known, although in the
future it may become famous, it the
artesian well" of the railroad company,
tunk for the purpose of obtaining water .
to the locomotives. When first tapped '
it attracted but little attention; however,
a few months since its medicinal qualities
begun to be talked about, it proving to
to bi highly impregnated with iron and
sulphur, and now it is all the rage there.
In fact, it is claimed that its continual
use will effectually doaw*ay with the de
sire for iirdvnt spirits. If such be the
case, unnumbered millions of gallons of
it could be beneficially dispMed of in
almost any quarter of the globe. A
peculiarity of the water is that you can
drink immense quantities of it, whether
overheated or not, without feeling any
injurious effects. A story is told of it
that a gentleman who had for twenty
years been so seriously effected with
dyspepsia that he eoulfl keen
no solid food on his stouach, ana
who, being a man of means, had spent
thousands of dollars with doctors and at
various noted springs in a vain attempt
to cure himself, was induced to try the
water, and after several drinks wa»
greatly elated to find that he ccmld re
gain soft boiled eggs and similar food.
In a few days his joy knew no bound#
when he discovered he could with safety
eat meat, vegetables or whatever his ap
petite might crave. He resides In San
(Francisco, and every week has a quan
tity of the water shipped to him. An
other gentleman informed the writer
that he had for year* been troubled with
nervous sick headache, but that since be
had commenced the u*e of tt is wonder
ful water, of which be drinks a Urge
quantity daily, his afflictions had entirely
disappeared, and he now enjoys perfect
‘health. Many other like occurrences
,were related, but space forbids mention.
f lf the well belonged to a private indi
vidual it is more than likely that a sani
tarium would be erected, which ia time
would undoubtedly become a famous re
I sort for the afflicted. As CoL Selim
I says, “There's millions in it**— r-erers
I (jink.) Tidings.