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ffOIi SALISBURY, N. C, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 10, 188T. NO. G. Thanksgiving; Ity sound of pestilential tread; Jfo conunon cause of fear; JTo ars ; no v010e Pnic dread, Make dark the flestipg year. Oh, pasSihg year ! Oh, golden year I May that we soon shall greet, , As richin gilts at last appear, , As perfect and complete. - THE MINISTER'S PIE. A THAXiwsGIVING STOUT. "Look here, Sally!" Vfr. Dron Farrell brushed the flour from her hands, casting meanwhile a comnlacent ere over the v ell-filled kitchen tabic, with its generous array of X unbaked pie3 and cakes, the plump ! . . i i j i j . ,-, I turkey stiinea anu irue reauy xor me ! morrow's baking, and the big chicken- i pie, to which her lingers had put the ! finishing touches, as she repeated rather more decidedly : "Look here,. Sally! There s enough chicken left, with the giblets that. I never put in my own pie, because the deacon don't relish 'em ter make a Thanksgiving pie for the minister's folks. 'Twont need to be very large," she added, in reply to Sally's doubtful look. "Only the minister and his wife and you can bake it in that smallest yallardi.sh. Now I'm going up stairs ter look over them rags, an' you make it an' bake it right off so's I can send it over by the deacon." "Ycs'in," answered Sally, briskly; and catching up the rolling-pin she brought it down with an emphasis upon a lump of dough upon the moulding board. . As the stairway door closed behind her mistress, Sally dropped the rolling-. pin, and a look of perplexity crept over her dull face, making it ten times more stolid than usual, while she repeated, in ludicrous bewilderment : "Giblets! What in all creation, if j anybody ran tell me, does she mr by I them?" . J Involuntarily she took a sfp fijst nr( J but checked herself as quickly, while ! a cunning mile replaced the look, of j perplexity, u.ul she muttered triumph- n'ntly: "I guess I ain't a-goin' ter confess my ignorance to the deacon's wife and lot her have her say, a3 she always does, 'Two terms ter tho'cademy, Sally, and not know that !' No, ma'am ! not while there's a dictionary iu the house I'' So, softly creeping into the adjoining sitting-room, she hastily opened a big dictionary on the deacon's writing desk, and began her search for the mysterious word. "G-i-b here 'tis!' and she read 1 "I j -"1 -.1 . niouu to ncrscu, wnii an air ol tnumpn, the' following definition: "Those parts of a fowl which are re moved before cooking ' heart, gizzard, liver, etc." "That's it! heart, gi.xard. liver and so forth," she repented joyfully, as she retraced her steps to the kitchen, and began with alacr ty, to ill!, according to directions, the inin'ister's pie; keeping up meanwhile, a running lire of com ment for her own special benefit. "Six gizzards! Well, that is rather steep, as Dan Weston would say. But I guess the deacon's wife knows; if she don't, tain't none of my business. Six hearts 1 Them's small, and tuck into the corners handy. Six livers! Seems ter me they don't fill, up much," and she glanced with a perplexed air, at a pile of denuded chickeu boucs that formed her only resource. "Now, I wonder,'' with a sudden in spiration, "what that 'and so forth' means? Here's hearts, gizzards and livers, plenty of "em, but no 'and so forth,' and the pie ain't, more than two thirds full yet. It must mean," and she cast a bewildered look at the half-filled pie, '"the chickens' legs. I never knew nobody ter put them in a pie, but that must be what it means, and they'll just fill up. No sooner thought than done. In went three pairs of stout yellow legs upon which their unfortunate owners had strutted so proudly only the day be fore; on went the well roiled douirh covering them from sight, and into the oven wrenttlie minister's pie, just as the mistress .of the house re-entered her kitchen, and with an approving glance at tne snowy pastry, remarKeu, encour agingly: "That pie looks real neat, Sally. I shouldnlt wonder if, in time, you came to be quite a cook." It was Thanksgiving morning, and Miss Patience Pringle stood at the minister's back door. To be sure.it was ratner early lor callers, but Jiiss rringie was, as she often boasted, "one of the kind that never stood on ceremony.'' Indeed, she didn't consider it necessary even to knock before she opened the door, although she was thoughtful enough in opening it to do so softly. The minister's wife was just taking from the oven a newly warmed chicken pie, which she nearly dropped from her hand, so startled was she by -the sharp, shrill voice that spoke so close to her: "Good mornin', Mrs. Graham. Hain't been to breakfast yet, I see. We had ours half an hour ago. I know my mother used to say that if anybody lost an hour in ae mornin,' they might chase it all day, and not catch up witn it then." ; "That's a good-lookin' pie pretty rich pastry though, for a chicken pic I don't never put much shortnin' in any thing of that kind. It's rich enough inside to make up. But you're young, an' have sot a arood many things 10 1 - .... T : x ; t imil OUl(l I J i3 icuiu jci. x mu m iu see " jv j spare me a cup of yeast; mine soared, , and the last batch of bread I made I had j to throw it to the hogs." : "Certainly," and a roguish smile j fluttered over the fair face of the minisy. ! ter's wife, at this specimen of her med dlesome neighbor's economy. But she had learned a rare lesson of judicious silence, and taking the cup that Miss Patience produced from bsaeath her shawl, she bide her visitor be seated whiTft hf lpff t.Tin rnnm tn crp.t the de- b" sired article. As her steps died away Miss Patience noiselessly arose from her seat and ap- . proaching the dresser upon wMch the i pie stood, peered curiously into the j apertures in the crust, her sharp face expressing eager curiosity. j "I'll bet you a ninepence Ehe didn't j know enough ter put crackers in. I i wish't I could get one look, jnst to ; satisfy my own mind," she added. And ; determined :to accomplish her object at , half hazards she ran a knife deftly j around a small portion of the . edge, and j inserting four inquisitive fingers, lifted : the brown crust and took a glimpse of the contents. . A look of unmitigated disgust passed j over her face. Dropping into a con- j venient chair she actually groaned j aloud: "Well, I never! an' we payin' that ; man five hundred dollars a year, be- j sides a donatiion at Christmas. Ough!" j Unsuspicious Mrs. Graham, as she re- j turned with the yeast, was somewhat j puzzled by the sudden frostiness of her : guest, who hurried out of the house as j ff some dreadful contagion had haunted L it; but when the minister, in carving j the pie that the deacon's wife had sent ! made two curious discoveries almost si- multaneou sly, the reason for Patience's ; altered demeanor was made plaic, and the young pair had a hearty laugh that macfe tne old parsonage ring like a peal of Thanksgiving bells. I The Tuesday following was the regu lar day for the weekly sewing circle, , and seldom had that interesting gather- I ing proved so lovely and animated as on ; this occasion, well nigh bursting -with ; some important secret that she was only ; waiting a fitting opportunity to divulge. , That opportunity was not long in com- ! ing, for Mrs. Dca. Farrell, who was a ! constitutional croaker, took occasion to j say, in reference to the hard times: "The deacon had been tryin' ter col- ; lect the church tax, and he says he never j found money eo tight in all the years he's lived here lr' a hard to rit "fiv ! dollars now as it used to be to get ten." "And no wonder," spoke up Miss Pa- tiencc, .with the stony severity of a j sphinx. 'You can't expect folks to feel ! pavin' out their money when in out tneir money when they see it fairly thrown away an' see it fairly thrown away an' wasted.'' Ev ry'jodv looked curious, and some , to adjust their differences lovingly, and , ' ., , . , , not let a little trifle like thirteen cats and of the vounger girls began to bridle de-, tleven d their happines8. it liantly. The minister's sweet young 1 Vas evident the animals Avere a burden wife-was evidently a favorite with them, I pn the man's mind. He seemed thor- at least. i ouglily dejected. The couple went out uu-,' . , , 1, ., I of the courtrooom and discussed the sit- I "hatdoyou mean by that? asked j but it impossible tooome Mrs. Farrel. pointedly. "Mrs. Graham ; to satisfactory terms. The man con is young and inexperienced, to be sure; sented to try life at .home again if the hut as the deacon was sayin' only yes- j terday, she doc3 very well indeed con- i sidering." I Patience tossed her head knowingly, j "I don't want to say nothing to hurt j her, but liviu'. next door as I do, I can't always help seem' and hearin things that other folks can't be expected to know about, aud when I see and know things like " There was an ominous pause, and the deacon's wife asked excitedly: Like what?" "Chicken pies, with legs and feet of the chicken baked in?"' - " Had a thunderbolt fallen among them it could not have caused greater surprise to those tidy, thrifty New" England housekeepers than this dreadful revela tion of the incapacity of the pastor's young wife. "Are-you sure of it?" gasped one.ma n, breaking the ominous silence. "I tron know it for a fact," Was solemnly re turned. , . ' "Chicken legs in pie." "She's a born fool," ejaculated the deacon's wife, indignantly, "and I'm thankful for her poor husband's sako that I sent her over one of mv t)ies yes- terdv Thpv hid t i. . .v icruay. iney naa to throw her s away, of course, and it 3 lucky that ho didn't have to go without his Thanksgiving j breakfast on account of her ignorance an' shiftlessness." I , ,i How did you know about the'pie?" u-,r.cu one oi me girls. Miss Patience bristled' defiantly. "That's nobody's business but my own," she retorted, tartly. "I doa'f go round to find out things that don't concern me, Td have you know, but when they're thrown right into my face, as you might say, I don't shet my eyes no more'n other.folks. 1 Just here the door opened, and in talked the subject of their conversa. ion, her pretty face glowing with the j haste that she had chievous twinkle in her brown eves that ! nobody noticed, bo occupied were they in mumg ine confusion that her sudden entrance had created. ' .-"-.-.' Walking to the table where most of the ladies were sitting, she saluted them Lviuiaui. uu men noiainsf out upon tVin tin rf -- 1 ,1 i . O .p wi oi.cuu.er anger a well-worn silver thimble, she said archly , "Where do you think I found your thimble, Miss Patience?" So pleased was Miss Patienee-to regain her lost treasury that she forgot for a moment all assumed dignity and ex claimed joyfully: "Well, I declare, I am glad to see that thimble once morel I told Mary Jane that I felt sure I had it on my fin ger when I run into your house Thanks givin' mornin' arter that yeast. But when I got home, it wa'nt nowhere to be found. Now where did you find it?" Her shrill, high voice had attracted the attention of all in, the room, and everybody looked up curiously as the minister's wife replied, with an innocent smile: "In the chicken pie that our good friend here" and she nodded brightly to Mrs. Farrel ' 'sent me. I left thepieon the dresser when I went down cellar after your yeast, and as soon as I came back I put it on the table, and when my husband cut it there was your thimble in it. Hw could it have got there? It is certainly very mysterious anyway." Silence, deadly profound, yet, oh, how terribly significant to the deacon's wife an-l er spinster neighbor, fell upon the group. This was apparently unnoticed by Mrs. Graham, who, with a playful admonition to Miss Patience to take better care of -her thimble in future, began an ani mated conversation with the ladies near est her, that soon restored the company to their wonted ease and good humor. But poor Miss Patience! she never heard the last of her lost thimble. While the deacon's wife, to the day of her death, never trusted any hands r-ut her own hands to make Thanksgiving pies for her minister. BROKE HIM ALQUF. Thirteen Dogs anil Kleven 'Cats Coine Between Husband and. IV !.'", ... . - 'y " " J From the Baltimore American. ) " 'Squire, she had thirteen dogs and eleven cats in the house, and we couldn't agree. I paid a man $5 to come round into the yard and try and make some arrangement with the animals, so that I could get some rest, and that's the cause of the ilisagreement. - My wife would have the dogs and cats, and re sented asy interference with them. We have no children. This was the answor a man with a sad face made to Justice Warfield yester day, after his wife had told the magis- TSie an her husband couldn't get aiong. one compiaiueu vuuii 141c iuj- mestic breach was widening every day. The man rested his head on his hand and listened to the story, exaggerated to min.d. ,the e S f -,her tro,ublf v., , , , j i -l : was-with soitow nud suffering. The 1 '.Squire advised them to try, if possible, number of animals were tut down in some proportion . say" one-half. She wanted all her pets with her. The two 1 left the station. The husband refused to go home to be greeted with those playful yelps and meows, so grating to his nerves, but music so pleasant to his spouse. He stood on the corner the picture of sadness, aud looked at the splendors in the Western sky as the sun as sinking and thought, no doubt, of life in the beyond, where neither cats nor dogs disturb the tranquility of the sul. Something conquered him; it may be the look from his wife on the other side of the street. With the expression of a martyr on his face, he followed his ife down the street and the two went home together. An Artist in His Way. A cadaverous looking man invaded the counting room of a busy 'merchant on Madison street yesterday morning and lianded him a card on which was written: "I am deaf fend dumb; please buy a box of matches;" The merchant shook his head, and the peddler turned to go. His look of deep dejection touched, the heart of the business man and he impulsively called after him: "HoldonLlll buy a box." The deaf and dumb man did not re spond. Kot he. He was, an artist in his particular line. He merely hap l"" m again the alternoon 01 tUe I t-..m pened in again the afternoon ol th( chftnt two dozen boxes. A Qiiick-WiUed GirL . . , Courtship is visible on every hand at Saratoga. Its aspects are various, hvA usuaiiy mud. thontrh occasionally vio- leni. unly last evening 1 went quickly around a corner of a veranda and caught a fellow struggling with a girl for a kiss. "Xou shan't have it," she said. "I will," he persisted. "jno, you shan't " and nere Bhe saw me, and she finished the sentence jn this way: "This locket is a keepsake, aud I won't even lend it to you." ' Locket, indeed ! . Fellows don't puck er their months like that in asking for lockets. She was a quick-witted girl, fhiladdphia Timet. SUPERSTITION. The Belief in Signs Common to Many People. Some Old-Time Omens What They Indicate. and It is "astonishing what a hold super stition has upon the average American) and it may be safely said that there is not one in a hundred who has the force of character and strength of mind . to unburden himself of all such foolish no tions. Among gamblers superstition forms as much a part of a professional's education as learning to deal cards, and I until he has all the innumerable super stitions which prey upon the minds of hi3 class at his fingers' tips he cannot expect to rank as a real "gam." Actors, too, are the most superstitious people on the face of the globe. In no company will the 'manager permit the "tag" or end of the play to be spoken during the preliminary rehearsal, and if, on the night of the first appearance an actor of tjie company or an attache of the theatre happens to look out front to "size up" the house before the curtain is rung up, he or she is in for a long squabble with the manager or his assisT tant. In less intelligent companies this breach of "etiquette" would cost the offender a good part of the salary that might be due him. Housewives have as many supersti tions as gamblers, even more, and some of them are really laughable. In the country, if the back door happens to be open and a rooster crows near it, the in dustrious housewife who may be in the kitchen scouring her knives, will drop them in a hurry and run and get on her clean "duds." She considers it a sure sign that a stranger is comiug. But should that rooster turu his back on the open doorway and go off crowing his action will send a cold chill meandering up and down the spinal column of the housewife, for then she knows "for cer tain" there'll be a death in the family. Bad luck, too, will come if she sweeps dirt into her yard, it must b3 taken up in the house and burned in the stove. This superstition should be cul tivated. Other superstitions of the same char acter such as sweeping with a broom at night time or dumping crumbs in the yard deserve universal commendation. But just let a hen crow in the yard of some old, way-back farmer. It will cause considerable commotion in the family. From the infrequency of this occurrence the belief in the minds of many people that it foretells a death is ineradicable. There are many other su perstitions that are not common to any particular class, but find believers in all ranks and every, condition of life. Thus, the familiar verses If you love me as I love you No knife can cut our love in two must have been founded on the old-time belief that to present a knife to any per son, and especially if hesor she was loved by the donor, would' bring bad luck, and in the case of lovers a separa tion. , "Death ticks" and the sound as of bells ringing in a house are cousins ger man of the Irish "banshee;" and the same direful consequences that are sup posed to attend the appearance of the latter will result in the former instance. A superstition which finds believers among 0 really intelligent people is that of the ' 'howling dog. " If a dog howls or moans in front of your house at night, to many people it is a sure fore runner of sickness or death in trie family. The writer knows of two in stances where the moaning of a dog at night in front of a house was followed by death that of the dog. When the time approaches for the new moon to appear above the horizon young men and girls who are love stricken will hail it with feelings of mingled hope and fear. If by any mis chance they should first see the new moon by looking over their left shoulder, then good-by to all hopes of a successful issue of their affairs during the life of that moon. All are familiar with the lines:- "See the new moon through the glass, the Bign of trouble while it lasts." Should the reader ever happen to leave home and forget some bundle which he in tended to have taken, let him or her be sure to either make the sign of the cross in sand or else sit upon a convenient horse block. Should they return home without performing these rites to destroy the power of the Evil One, they are like ly to suffer some terrible calamity. To open and close an umbrella' in a house is a sure sign of death. Perhaps the man who first said if you enter a house by one door and leave it by an other, or if you enter by a window, it will bring some evil consequences, hoped to scare off burglars who might be con templating a raid upon his silverware and decorated china, Anyhow, it is a common belief. . At the breaking up of a merry crowd who have spent the evening in laughter and fun-makin'T, should four persons in bidding each other good night cross their hands, there is a general shout and the victims are assured that one or the other of them will marry soon. This is especially unpleasant in the case of a young man who may be calling upon the fair daughter of the family with the .most "innercentest" intentions. Another popular belief, and should it ever be, expressed in your presence you may set the speaker down as country bred,. is that should a tree-fro be killed his death will ba shortly followed by rain. . ... "He is as cross a if he got out of bed on the wrong .side," is a common ex pression. The custom of walking arm in arm may owe its origin to a belief in the olden time that if two persons were walking together and anot her passed be tween them, they would be disappointed in something they intended to do. The charm against this is, for all par ties to say "Good morning." Wash- ington Star. A Chinese Hospital. In one of the most crowded thorough- ; fares of the Chinese quarter of Shanghai there has stood for forty years a free native hospital mainly supported by the European community. Very strange its wards look at first to lEuglish visitors. The patients bring their own bedding, consisting of a ba"mboo and a wadded quilt. Those who can move about are the only regular attendants of those who cannot. The house surgeon and dis penser is a Christian Chinaman, for thirty years connected with the hospi tal, and one of. -the first converts of a mission school. Yearly about 800 pa tients pass through the wards and the proportion of deaths is small. Last year there were 06 and in the dispensary more than 22,000 cases were treated. From very far distances many of the poor suffering creatures come and back to their far-off homes many a healed one has carried a blessing greater than bodily healing, for we believe that nowhere, at home or abroad, could bet ter proof be found than in the Shang hai of the benefit of combining medical and Gospel work. Daily the waiting room, seated for 300, is crowded with men, women and children, long before the dispensing hour, 'and daily an Eng lish missionary, as conversant with their language as his - own, sets betore this waiting multitude the Word of Life. "I believe," writes a Christian physician, who for some years had the oversight of this work, "that the Chinese undergo more suffering for want of medical knowledge than any other nation in the world. In an institution like this, al most daily under a good surgeon, may the blind receive sight, the deaf hear, the lame walk." Quiver. She Could Say R. The director of a large girls' school in French Canada, which is patronized by many Amqrican families, tells a story of a pert New England girl, with whom the instructors had any amount of diffi culty, quite naturally, in getting her to sound the letter r. When a letter has been unpronounccd for generations, it comes hard to the young. This New England girl had been labored with for so. long a time over the sound of the r in French words that she came to re gard the instruction in this particular as a great bore ; and when the director himself took her in hand one day, and said: 5 "Now, see here, Miss , I want you to pronounce the r for me," she put on a look of unutterable weariness. "Now, please pronounce for me an Eng lish word," he persisted, "that begins with an r, and be sure that you sound the letter." "R-r-r-r-r-rats !" exclaimed the Amer ican girl, with a snap in her eyes. Philadelphia Press. A Hawk Drowns a Blackbird. The English paper Laud and Water publishes and credits to a "local paper," a story told by a Scotch railrord laborer, who saw a hawk swoop upon ablackbird which was singing on a bush by the sideof the River Ettrick. The black bird, he'says, wa9 at once unperched and carried to the ground, struggling and screaming in the talon3 of his ad versary. The hawk, evidently finding considerable difficulty fn dispatching the bird, dragged it along the ground to a shallow pool, where he put his head under water and stood on it till his victim was drowned. Fighting from Balloons. Military balloon experiments of vari ous kinds are being tried in England off Dungeness. Thus range-firing has been watched from a captive balloon, while a similar craft i3 sent aloft empty and fired at by shrapnel sfie 11, to ascertain how near a balloon may pass to the enemy's lines without beiug hit. Some capital photographs have been taken from a height of 4000 feet in a small balloon remaining only a few minutes in the air. The balloon carries an automatic camera, which produces , a good view of the country beneath. Base Ingratitude. Fcatherly (to Dumley, who has given him " a cigar) Somebody (puff) must have given yea thi3 cigar, Damley. Dumley Yes; is it a bad one? Featherly Xo; it's a (puff) good one. -fPuck, SCIENTIFIC SCRAPS. By means of an air-gun, Prof. C. L. Mees has found that to drive straws into pine boards and hickory bark, as is often done by tornadoes, a velocity of 130 to 173 miles an hour is necessary. The weight of sea water is 1.029 times that of fresh water. One cubic foot of sea water weighs G4.3123 pounds and one gallon 8.58 pounds. About one thirty-third part of its weight, or four ounces to each gallon, is salt. ' At least 10,000 preserved humming birds "are now embraced in the col lection in the British Museum. The finest collection on this side of the Atlantic, containing about 2,000 spec imens, has been presented by Mr. D. G. Elliot to the American Museum of Natural History in New York. Pasteur proves the value of his pre ventive of splenic fever by showing that in France, during the last five years, the morality of inoculated sheep has ranged from 0.73 to 1.08 per cent., that of non inoculated being ten per. cent. Only 0.28 to 0.50 per cent, of inoculated cat tle died, and live per cent, of others. A popular fallacy, according to 3Ir. A. W. Hare, of the Royal Society of Edinburgh, is the belief that water from a rushing torrent is safer for 'drinking purposes than the water from a sluggish stream, for -the reverse is really the fact; Sewage-contaminated water contains fewer organisms after ten or twelve days than river water, for the reason that the microbes' rapid growth during the first two or three days exhausts their food supply. ' Says old Allen Thompson : "When I am in the woods I never use a compass; in fact, I don't necd any. There are three sure ways that I have " for finding the points of the compass. You will notice that three-fourths of the moss on trees grows Oil the north side; the heav iest boughs on spruce trees are always on the south side; and thirdly, the top most twig of every -uninjured hemlock tips to tho east. You just remember those things and you'll never get lost. The classification of the fishes found in the sea of Galilee has led to the strange discovery that these fishes do not belong to the Mediterranean sys tem, but are peculiar, and belong to the fish system of tho great inland lakes of Africa Tanganyika, Nyassa, and the -neighboring waters.'.. The Canon draws S8r inference that untold ages ago the Jordan Valley was filled by a lake which was joined to the Red Sea, then a fresh water, lake, which in turn was in direct communication with the great lake sys tem of Central Africa. The plan of signaling accurate time from sea-coasts was first adopted by Great Britain about thirty years ago. That country now has on its coasts four teen time-balls aud five other lime signals, and its colonies and dependen cies have twenty-six time-balls; Ger many has seven time-balls; France, four time -balls and two other time-signals; Swceden and Norway, Austria-Hungary, Holland with Belgium, and the United States, have five time-balls each; Den mark has two; Spain aud Portugal, one each ; Italy, none. How People Drown. Edward Horn, an employe of the De troit Ferry Company aud the- saver of sixt'-four lives, has related a few of the characteristics of a drowning person. "I believe I can tell just by the clutch how many times a drowning person has been down. The first trip down they go for you with a firm, decided clutch that means they-still known what they are about. The second immersion causes a shaky, uncertain grip, which can be easily broken if you so choose. It is the last time down that the grasp becomes a convulsive bewildered one, and but few swimmers can save a person after the unfortunate man has descended for the third time. Almost invariably the . drowning man, on his final journey be low the water, will seize his preserver by the legs. It seems to be a law of nature, and one i cannot account for. It would be easier to save a whole river full of men than one drowning woman. The odd feature of the latter's struggle in the water i3 that she will seize your hands if she can get hold of one or both of them. A woman will drown quicker than ft man. She opens her mouth from the time she first strikes the water, and never closes it, and so loses her senses more easily. Yes, I saw one person die of strangulation while we were under water together His eyes were wonderfully fascinating as he stared helplessly at inc. You may no believ it, but they shone like two balls of fire." y They Sang. . There was a difficulty among the sing ers; and, it being rumored as a settled fact that ' the choir would not sing a note on the next Sabbath, the minister commenced morning worship by giving out that hymn of W'att's, "Come ye who love the Lord." After reading it through, he looked up very emphatically to the choir and said, "You" will begin at the second verse:. 'Let those refuse to sing Who never knew our God.'" They sang that , hymn. Musical Herald. ' " . ,. Xo, Thank Ton, Tom." They met, when they were girl and boy, Going to the school one day, And, "Wont you take my peg-top, dearf Was all that he could say. She bit her little pinafore, Close to his side she came; . r She whispered, '.'No, no, thank yon, Torn," But took it all the same. They met one day, the selfsame way When ten swift years had flown; He saitL.'Tve nothing but my heart, : But that is yours alone. And wont youtake my heartr" he said, And called her by her name; She blushed and said, "No, thank you, Tom, But took it all the same. And twenty, thirty, forty years Have brought them care and joy , She has the little peg-top still 1 He gave her wben'a boy, "IV had no wealth, sweet wife," says he 'Tve never brought you fame;" She whispers, 4 'No ! no, thank you, Tom, You ve loved me all the same!" ' IF. E. Weatherley. HUMOROUS. The two-legged crank is the fyardest to turn. It would seem natural for a carpenter f to have a lumbering gait. " "All But" is the title of a story bj Rose Terry Cooke. Probably the history of a billy goat. Curiously enough the man w;ho is al ways in a pickle doesn't preserve his tem per worth a cent. 1 A Canadian farmer has a calf which eats turkey whenever it gets a chance. The carnivorous bovine should tx named "The Czar." Edisorrhas invented a graphophono whose voice is clear and distinct. Men with well regulated wives don't need any of these new-fangled things, v. "Why is a small b6y like a woman?" said a certain man to his troublesome wife. No response. "Because he will make a man grown," said the -conun drumist. . . Lady of the house (urging company to eat) Please help yourselves. Do just as you. would in your own house. I am always so glad when my friends are at home. . - " "What are chilled 'ploughs, papa?' asked the little son of an . agriculture . professor. "Oh, my son," was the wise reply, "they are ploughs which have stood out in the furrow all winter. j "My dear old friend, how ' were yeu able to acquire such an immense for tune?" "By a very simple method." 'What method was that ? ' "When I was poor I made out that I wa rich. and when I got rich I made out that I . waS poor." After the Battle. The aspect of troops of all arms" ol the service, writes Colonel J. It. Gandol fo, in St. Louis Globe -Democrat, is very neat parade appearance, but nowhere is this difference so marked a ia the ar- tillery. It was always most interesting, to me to watch a battery going into ac tion. The artillerymen were very careful at all times to dress strictly in accordance with regulations and when -a battery took pJition every cannoneer looked as if he had just prepared him self for inspection. Nothing could be neater and morc.uniform than tlrCir ap pearance. But this did not last long. A the fire began to get hot a jacket here and there would be thrown off; next the collars would go, and often the shirts. The men were soon bathed ia perspiration, which they would hastily brush off with their powder-blackened hands, leaving great marks wherever they touched themselves. When the men began to fall and were carried to the rear by their comrades, blood, stains were added to the powder marks, and at the close of the fight the artillerymen, so remarkable for their fine appearance at its opening, presented the most hor rible spectacle that can' be imagined. But they soon removed all trace of the fray, and by the next day were as clean and neat as ever. , . Fats as Tonic. Fats, especially those which are' of easy digestion, like cod liver oil and sweet cream, are also essential to the well-being of the nervous system. The peculiar substance neurinefound in all nervous structures contains fat & aa essential constituent. It is remarkable that most "nervous" individuals have & strong aversion to fats as articles of diet. This is extremely unfortunate, for the omission of fats and oils from the diet tepds to not only continue the nervous ness, but to increase the irritability and weakness. Cod liver oil is a most valu able medicine in such case3, because it U already partly digested by admixture with the bile s$reted by the liver of the fish, and thus rendered still more easy of absorption. The labor of digestion ig thus partly taken away from the tasks to bo performed by the invalid. Of course the fishy odor is objectionable at first butthis is generally easily overcome by continuing its use for a short time. There are a few preparations on the mar ket in which oil of some kind has been ; partially - digested by admixture with pancreatine. Emulsions thus made ar palatable but much more expensive tV the crude oy.CGIoe-PcEQcajt,
Nov. 10, 1887, edition 1
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