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IPootrr. HER PERFECT LOVER. 1 fejui a, w ," aha aiffhad Yas. just befara I married yo TTko lited wkn I spoke and tri4 Ta answer all tu j a.uaatioa, torn. "S.- comrtU3 aarl o kiad o goodl He'd narer thiak a aaaa could l As thouchtle, aad iadeed as rada, A you too a ft a a. ara ta me. Tbe jewel of my lere once won, ' lie use-) lo swear, ceald ne'er grow dial ; He would not dream that anv one Ceuld whistle wMen 1 spoke to Liai 1 " If had famlts h kept them hid. I should have married him? Yes true Aad that's exacly what 1 did. My perfect lover, sir, was -you !" MiHltlinc Dri-tyes, in Judje. HOUSEHOLD. BROILED TRIPE. Select the honey comb tripe, and eook h in boiling salted at .ter half an kour. Drain quite dry. Spread the koney comb si ie with soft butter, and cover with a thin coating of cracker dust. Broil over a moderate fire until f a delicate brown color. Spread with butter, salt, lemon juice and pepper. BUCKWHEAT CAKES. One quart of lukewarm water, one kalf cupful of wet yeast, one cupful of lour. To 'this add enough buckwheat four to make a thin batter. Let them stand over night to raise, and in the morning dissolve one-half a teaspoon ful of soda in one-half a cupful of luke warm water, and stir this into the bat ter, then cook quick. ORANGE PUDDING. Peel and slice four large oranges, lay in your dish, sprinkle over them one up of sugar, three eggs, yolk3 only keaten, one half eup of sugar, two tablespoon fuls of cornstarch, one quart ef boiling milk. Let this boil and thicken. Then let it cool a little before pouring over the orange. Beat the whites of the eggs, and pour over it. let in the oven to brown. COCOANUT CUSTAP.D PUDDIKG. One cup desiccated cocoanut, one suart milk, one half cup sugar, one pint soft bread crumbs, three eggs, ne saltspoon salt, ouf gnltspoon nut meg, one tablespoon butter. Soak the eoeoanut and bread in the milk for kalf an hour. Beat the eggs (yolks), add the sugar and tpioes, stir into the milk, and bake in a moderate oven about an hour. Beat the whiter of ggs, and add one half cup sugar, and n3 teasp on lemon juice, Cover and krown slightly. INDIAN Pe)UND CAM. Three quarters of a pound of sugar, aine ounces of Indian meal, a quarter f a pound of wheat flour, half a pound of butter, .one numeg grated, ne teaspoon of ground cinnamon, ight eg-gs, four tableepoonfuls of krandy. Mix the wheat and Indian meal together. Stir the butter and sugar to a cream; beat tho eggs light and add to it, then the flour; add the spices and liquor; beat it well. Line your pan with paper well buttered and pour in the mixture, or bake it in an earthen mold in a moderate oven. Rosewater may be substituted for the krandy. SPANISH BUKS. One pound of flour, three-quarters of f a pound of sugar, half a pound of butter, two tablespoonfuls of rose water, four eggs, one gill of yeast, ne teaspoonful of cinnamon, half a teaspoonful of nutmeg, half a pint of milk. Cut up the butter and rub it well with the flour, add the sugar, beat the eggs very light, and stir in lastly the spices and rose water, with milk enough to form a very thick bat ter, then add the yeast. The next morning stir it again and let it rise the second time. Butter your pans and fill them three part3 full. When they are done and cold sift sugar over, and with a sharp knife cut them in squares. A GIRL WHO COULD SHOOT. "In my recent trip to New Mexico in the interests of the Omaha Stock Exchange, I witnessed an act of hero ism that I shall never forget," said Mr. W. F. Skinner. The central figure was a beautiful and refined young lady, the daughter ef a banker, who owns extensive cattle ranches in Northern New Mexico. During the vacations she had passed on the ranch she had acquired a wonder ful proficiency with the rifle, and could shoot with the ac uracy of an old ranch man. "One day we ere startled by seeing a cinnamon bear, and a large one at that," near the edge of a gully but a short distance from the house. Both father and daughter searched for their rifles and made for the ravine. Tho wild beast was on the opposite side and unable to get at us The banker in his excitement got too close to tho edge of the ravine and tumbled in, falling a distance of t welve or fifteen feet. He lay stunned .by the force of the fall, and we fiwred he had been seriously kurt. "In another second down tumbled kruin into the gully, whether inten tionally or accidentally I don't know. But the awful danger of my host im mediately flashed upon me . He was THE too much stunned to heir himAlf and the savage beast, infuriated by the pun of his fall, rushed towards the prostrate man. I was frown with horror. In a twinkling I heard the report of a rifle at my side, saw a puff of smoke and the bear dropped dead almost on the helpless form of the banker. I turned and saw my fair companion just dropping her rifle from her shoulder. Her face was pale, but her eyes lit up with a look of mingled joy and triumph. She had saved her father from a terrible death by her presence of mind and unerring aim." MAKING BABY GOOD. Bertie, Tom, and baby were playing together not in tho pleasantest way, though, for baby could, not always understand when his turn came and when it didn't, or why it could not be his turn all the time. So he took turns when he ought not to, and became cross when anyone tried to prevent him. Bert was not the most patient boy in the world ; and boy like, he began to think baby a little tyrant, which he was, without meaning to be, and to rebel against frequent interference. "Mamma," shouted he, "come make baby play fair." And then, when his mamma arrived on the scene, he added more thoughtfully, "I don't see why God couldn't have made a good baby instead of a cross one." Mamma looked amused rather than shocked. Indeed, it was Master Bert who looked quite shocked when she quietly replied: "Judging from your work ever since you began to make him, baby would not be much improved if you had made him just to your liking." "Me make baby!" and Bert looked very much mystified. "Yes, you have been helping to make him ever since God give him to us. God only made him a baby. It is 'you and Tom who, more than anj-one else, make him either a good or bad baby. Look at him nsw." As directed, Bert, who was standing with his hands behind his back, won during what his rnotker meant, cast hi-j eyes upon his little brother, and saw him standing in exactly the same posi tion, his hands behind him. trying to look as much like him as possible. " Push your hat on one side ef your head," said mamma. Bert did so, and baby immediately did the same with his hat. ' Whis tie a 1 ittle, " suggested mamma. In an instant, as soon as he heard the sound, baby, too, was puckering his little lips, doing all he could toward producing a whistle. This irritated Bert, who turned and said, "Stop mocking me!" and gave baby a push. The reply was a scream of remonstrance, and an angry push from baby. "See, you are making him still after your own pattern. He is just a small copy of yourself. Now try making him another way. Put your arms around his neck and kiss him." Bert obeyed, though rather unwill ing; and baby's face at once cleared, and Bert got a loving hug and kiss from him. "I told you he wouldn't be cross if you were not," said Tom, who had been an interesting listener. "He will be just what you boys make him. Ho is only acting now by imitating him." "Well, Tom," said Bert, "lets not make any more cross into baby." And Tom agreed. Morning Guide. MOUND BUILDER RELICS. Remarkable Specimens of Early American Art Found in Ohio. Hundreds of people have come to see the mound builder relics uncovered by Warren N. Moorhead on Monday. Of the five skeletons lying side by side, two were covered with a sheet of cop per 6x8 feet. A large copper axe weighing fortyr-one pounds was found. In size and value it exceeds any single specimen ever found in the United States. There are traces of gold in it. The cutting edge is seven inches broad and very sharp. How it couid have been fastened in a handle and used is a mystery. All the smaller copper axes are such as have been found before. Thirty copper plates with mound builders' cloth on them overlapped the axes. The average size of the plates was 10x0 inches. A great copper eagle 20 inches in diameter, with wings out spread, beak open, and tail and wing feathers neatly stamped upon the cop per surface, covered the knees of the i skeletons. This is one of the most artistic d signs ever found in copper. Remains of a copper stool about a i foot in length and several inches in height lay near the head of one of the skeletons. The stool was made out of wood, and had been covered with sheet copper. Flint implements, bear tusks, sea shells, and trinkets were also found. PROGRESSIVE PARMER: JANUARY 12. THE ACME OF SACRIFICE. How a Brave Man Shst Himself ta Save the Lives f His Comrades. Is a man ever justified in taking his own life? Ask that Question, savs a -a r w Helena (Mont.) correspondent, of the few brave men who are left of the little band that went out upon the tragie YallowBtone expedition of lfe&S, and then ask them if blood was ever more nobly shed than when Henry T. Geery placed a pistol to his temple and seat his own soul into eternity that he might buy a chance of s tfety for his comrades and friends It was a scene that no man can fittingly describe, that no man who witnessed it can forget. Fifteen brave and well armed men had started out from Bannaek City in the early days of April to search fur gold, and near the middle of May, wit it their numbers sadly reduced by death from the ar rows and bullets of Indian braves, they had only one thought to fight their way back to civilization or die, as befitted the high code of chivalry recognized by the pioneers of the west. They might have made a dash for it and cut their way out by very bold ness, but to have done that would have been to abandon Henry Bell, who was fearfully wounded, but for whom there yet remained a hope. So he was placed upon a horse and the little cavalcade moved upon its forlorn way. The Indians were all around them, waiting for a chance to rush in and give the finishing blow with tho ljast possible danger to them selves. They had moved twenty miles since daybreak, slowly picking their way over the snow upon the mountains. At four in the afternoon, weary and cold, J they halted to give Bell needed rest and prepare supper. Pickets were thrown out and the other men had begun to unpack, when one named York gave the alarm that Indians were approaching. Each man sprang for his rifle, when suddenly a shot was heard in their very midst. A glance at Geery told the story. With deadly pallor upon his face, but with head e-ect, he stood leaning upon his gun. He said: "Boys, I have foolishly ended my life." in his haste he had grasped his riil by tho muzzle, the hammer had caught in a blanket and had been drawn back, and the ball had struck him in the breast, shattering his shoulder and mking a mortal wound. His comrades helped him to a sitting posture. He theu calmly opened his shirt and, pointing to the wound, told them that he could have only a few hours to live. "But that is too long for you to remain here," ho added. "The sun is going down and the Indians will be upon you. It would be impossible to defend yourselves in this place." Then he turned his brave eyes to Capt. Stuart and said: "Jim, tell the boys I'm fatally wounded." His comrades saw what was on his mind and begged him to take no thoughts of them, except to make him as comfortable as they might during his final hours. But all the answer he made was to reach for his pistol, hold it firmly in his hand, and give them warning that any endeavor to take it from him would only hasten the inevit able end. No one made the attempt, but with tears in their eyes and forgetting the dangers hedging them in, his comrades attempted to reason with him, and to persuade him that with help he might pull through, as Bell was already doing. But ho knew as well as they that the end was a matter of a few hours at the most. Turning again to Stuart he urged him to tell the boys how des perate was his case, and "Capt. Jim," with tears in his eyes and a choking voice, could only say: "Nevermind, Geery, we will stand by you ; all the Indians in the world couldn't drive us away." The decision of this plain frontiers man was made, and nobody could shake his heroic resolve. " I know you would all stand by me," he said, "and die for me. And remember that I am not committing suicide. It is onlv for a short time, in anv case. I ! am only shortening my life by a few hours to prevent you losing yours. God knows I don't want to die; I fear death, but I have a hops beyond it." He held the muzzle of the weapon to his breast. "Remember where I am buried this gorge in the mountains. Describe it to my friends if you live to reach them. God bless you all ! I must die, and in time for you to bury me and escape before dark." He was about to pull the trigger when the voice of Stuart came from the group of palefaced men, who could have calmly faced anything but this: "For God's sake, Geeiy, don't; but, if you must, don't shoot yoursc-lf there. It will only prolong your agony. Place your pistol to your temple." The change was made. "God bless you all and take you safely out of this." The men turned and walked away ; none of them could face the final scene. The finger came down upon the trigger, the cap exploded, but there was no shot. Sam T. Hauser, afterward gov ernor of Montana, stepped forward and said: "Geery, for God's sake, desist; this is a warning." To this he merely made answer : "I don't know what to think of it; it never snapped before." Again cocking the weapon he engaged a moment in silent prayer, again pressed his finger, and the deed was done. The men gathered around his dead body. Tears were within the eyes of all, and some could not speak for the s bs that shook them. 4 k Waiting some half an hour," says Gov. Hauser, "after he Lad drawn his last breath we buried him as he desired, in his soldier over coat. We had scarcely finished his burial when the pickets announced th it the Indians were within gunshot, yet there was no firing. After our last sad duty was finished 'Jim' directed us to pile limbs and brush on the grave and burn them so as to conceal it from the Indians and prevent them from digging poor Geery up for his scalp and clothes. We then gathered our things together as best we could and packing up moved on in a single file out of the gorge, camping or rather hiding in the sage brush some miles away." The sacrifice was not made in vain. The little party made its way back to Bannock City without further loss of life. N. I . Times. THE STORY OF A FORTUNE. How a Philadelphian of a Past Generation Became a Rich Man. A few weeks since a gentleman named Hastings died in New York, says the Philadelphia Times. He had for years lived the life of a recluse, although known to be wealthy. His fortune came from his uncle, Lewis W. Clark, who was at one time a note broker in this city. About 1830 he he had an effiee in Front, near Dock, but was not very successful, being extremely proud and unsociable. It was about this time that ho inherited from his Uncle Egmond of Halifax, a large sum of money and retired from active busi ness. The circumstances connected with his inheritance were both curious and startling. Sable Island, ninety miles east of Nova Scotia, has for centuries been a terror to the mariner. Hundreds of ships have been wrecked here and lives lost. Sixty years ago the dangers were enhanced by a band of wreckers, who were, in fact, pirats and had no scr uples about killing the unfortunates who reached shore, if necessary to make robbery effectual. The plunder was sent to Boston and Halifax to be disposed of. Egmond Clark, was, and had been for years, the agent and 'counselor of this con federacy of ruffians, furnished them supplies, and made a large fortune out of their booty. In 18l 9 the wife and daughter of a Boston merchant named Raburn em karked at the port of Havre to return to their native land. It was supposed that the ship was driven north of their course and struck on the deadly reefs of Sable Island. There was no report of her on the coast and all on board must have perished. It was a terrible blow to the husband and father, and he searched in vain for some intelligence of the ultimate fate of the ship until a year afterward, looking in the window of a Boston jewelry store, he saw a lecket set with turquoises with the motto in French, "Tou jours et tu jours, that he at once recognized as having been worn by his wife. He enteged the place, examined the locket and found, as he expected, his name engraved on tho back. The store keeper was not very communi cative until threatened, when he told all he knew. The jewel had been pur chased from a Canadian who came to Boston frequently to sell such goods He was at once looked up and arrested. He gave Mr. Clark, of Halifax, as his principal. Mr. Raburn saw Clark, who was insolent and indifferent in the matter, and this so enraged the Bostonian that he handled the ruffian so severely as to cause hi death not long after. His brother Lewi3 was an upright gentleman and deeply shocked at the exposure. The estate was left unsettled until after Lewis' death in Bermuda in 1S16, when it had become very valuable by the growth of the real estate, of which it largely consisted, and about 1850,it came by inheritance to Mr. Hastings, the only surviving relative of W. Lewi3 Clark. Mr. Hasting never married, and his wealth will go to distant relatives in the North of Ireland. It is impossible to run a paper on a strictly cash basis. It is also impos sible to run one without cash. Have you paid your subscription If not, wJiy not do so naivt We need the money to pay accounts iv owe. 1892 A FINE BATTLE PICTURE. Description ef a French Cavalry Regiment Abomt to Charge. Suddenly, shrill and clear, the bugle sounded the garde a vous, and & tremor shook the two regiments. The s Tear ing and grumbling ceased, and a dead silence seemed to fall on the ranks. The men swung themselves into the saddle, reined their horses into line and waited. A few officers galloped along the front, an order passed down tke line, and the mounted, iron breasted mass moved forward out of the shadow into the sun. As of their own accord, the squadrons deplayed and again waited. A staff officer rode dewn the front and wived his kepi. "Boys!" he cried, "the country needs you. You are going to charge. Ahead of you are ten thousand bayonets. glory, and death. Behind you, our shattered right wing. You must save them, cost what it may. Good by, boys! Go it as your fathers did at Waterloo!" A voice answered from the ranks : "All right, general! We haven't for gotten how the old fellows charged." The next moment the hoarse cry of Vive la France ! rang from one thousand two hundred throats. And then again there was a pause. Several horsemen wheeled into plaee in their respective positions. A half intelligible order rippled through the ranks. The bugle sounded. The lines oscillated, and instinctively the squad rons chose their ground. The front moved ahead, and the long diagonal shrank into column. Then again they halted for a moment, and the first bullets, fiied from too great a distance to do any harm, rang against the steel cuirasses with a dull, swinging, melan choly sound. Saint Brissac reached over and shook Sargent'u hand and they were off. Twelve hundred swords flashed from their scabbards and cast a bar sinister of shadow across the goiden shield of the burnished cuirasses; and the long horsetails streamed out behind the star of light that sat upon each man's helmet. DILTZ'S REWARD. He Reforms to Please His Wife aad Gets Biscuits. Polhemus Diltz set his lips firmly together, buttoned his coat about him, and started for home. "It was as much my fault as hers," he muttered, "that when I went home the other day with the idea of courting my wife didn't Leem to succeed. ought to have known better than to bother her when she was picking the pin feathers off an old hen and Bridget was taking an afternoon off. I won't make a blunder like that again." About half an hour afterward Mr Diltz entered the family mansion. He found Mrs. Diltz in the sitting-room. Merely remarking that it was a chilly day he threw a package carelessly into the fire that burned brightly in the grate. "What is that, Polhomua!" inquired Mrs. Diltz, somewhat sharply. "Nothing but my pipe and cigar case." he replied, with a yawn. "I've sworn off from smoking." Mrs. Diltz looked pleased, but said nothing. "It will save me at least $100 a year, Mary Jane," observed Polhemus, with another yawn, as he walked aimlessly about the room with his hands in his pockets, "and the habit's a nuisance anyhow." "It certainly is, " assented Mrs. Dilts. "I'm glad you've quit if you'll only stay quit." Mr. Diltz continued his aimless walk about the room. Presently he brought up in front of a small closet that he had been in the habit of hanging his sniok- insr can and smoking jacket in. He opened it, took those garments out and inspected them. "While I am about it," he said, " I'l make a clean job of it. I'll hang these things in the woodshed and the next tramp that comes along can have them You can use this closet for anything you like. Seems to me," continued Mr. Diltz, resuming his nonchalant walk about the room, and extending his stroll into the adjoining room, "we don't have more than about half enough closets in this house. If I were build ing a house for human beings to live in I'd put in fifty of 'em. Now, here's a place under this stairway where I could have a good large closet made. I sup pose you'd object to it, though." "No, I would'nt," responded Mrs Diltz, warmly " It would just suit me, Polhemus." " Well, I'll have it done." And Pol hemus kept on yawning and strolling leisurely through tt e rooms. "There are half a dozen other places, " ventured his wife, somewhat timidly, where I should like to have closets built or shelves put up, while you are about it." "All right. You can have all you want." Mrs. Diltz went behind a door and hugged herself. Mr. Diltz continued to walk about unconcernedly. " What what will you like for din ner this evening, Polhemus?" "Anything, Mary Jane anything. I don't know but I'd like some het biscuits, only " "Only what?" "Bridget doesn't know how to make good biscuits." "Why, Polhemus! Do you like my biscuits better than Bridget's If" "I never eat anybody's biscuits but yours, if I can help it," "O, Polhemus I" Mrs. Diliz came nearer to her hus band. For the first time in eleven jears she threw her arms about hit neck and but nobody has any busi ness to be intruding here. Please retire. "It isn't such a thundering hard job, even for a married rhinocerus of eleven j ears' standing, to court his wife if he only knows how to go at it right," said Mr. Diltz to himself a3 he went about the house the same evening at a late hour locking up things for the night. Chicago Tribune. HOLY STONES. An Odd Superstition That Still Exists in Parts of the World. According to the legend, Vishnu the Preserver, when pursued by the De stroyer, was ckanged by Maya into the stone, through the hole of which the Destroyer as a worm wound his way, says the Popular Science Monthly. The Italian salagrana is a stalagmite, which is believed by the people, on account of its resemblance to the little mounts thrown up by earthworms, to be a such a mound petrified. Tkey carry it in a red bag, along with cer tain magical herbs, and pronounce over it an incantation to the effect that the irregularities and eavitie in it have the property of bewildering the evil and depriving it of its power. The author was informed by believers in such things that any thing like grains, irregular and confused surfaces, inter laced serpents or intricate works, blunted the evil eye. Interlaced cords are sold in Florence as charms. Even the convolvulus is grown in gardens against the evil eye. In the Norse mythology, Odin, as a worm bored his head through a stone in order to get at "the mead of poetry." Hence all stones with holes in them are known as Odin stones, also as' 4 ' holy stones," and are much used at the North as amulets. Hung at the head of the bed, they are supposed to drive away nightmare. Possibly there is a connection with the salagrana here. So interlacing in decoration may be originally designed to avert the evil eye and bad luck. A recent traveler in Persia was told that the patterns on carpets in that country were made intricate so that the evil eye might be bewildered. A LOVE LETTER. la Some Cases They Make Model Pre scriptions, but This Didn't. If you find United States Commis sioner Shields in a good humor he may tell you how he wrote his first love let ter and what became of it. The story usually follows a remark about the commissioner's handwriting, which is as bad as can well be imagined, sayi the New York Times. "Can you read your writing?" is often asked of the commissioner, and the answer always iR that it is the easiest thing in the world to read. But Mr. Shields does not mean that at all, for he knows as well as anyone that there are not two persons out of fifteen that can read it. As a matter of fact, Mr. Shields is somewhat proud of his fist, and the fact that the long hand notes that he takes of cases thafc come before him are as safe from be coming known to the person who may look over his shoulder as if they were written in short hand. To get back to the love 1 tter, it is perhaps well to say that the commis sioner is the only one who vouches for its truth, but he tells it as if it had actually happened. "It was tbe first girl I was ever in love with," he says, reflectively, and then he looks at the page of spider tracks before him so long that hit listener begins to think that he isn't t hear the rest of the tale But the com missioner pulls himself together after a minute and says: "What was it I was saying? Oh, yes, that letter. Well, as I said, she was the first girl I ever cared anything about and I wrote her a letter. You see, her mother had been very sick and they had some big doc tor in to see her. He had gone away, saying that he would send a prescrip tion around the next day to take the place of the one he had left. "The next day came and so did the prescription at least they supposed it was the prescription, and they sent it around to the drug store to be filled. It was not filled, however, for it was no prescription. It was my letter, my first love letter, and you can imaging my feelings when I learned about it. Think of it ! Sending a love letter to be made up as a prescription. That was what caused me to pay tho atten tion to my handwriting that has made me such a model penman." "And did that end your love mak ing to that particular girl?'' is asked. But the commissioner makes no re ply. He is busy again looking at his notes that cannot be read. .J i " f : I "I II N J i 1 ! i i
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