THE RED CLOUD CHIEF.

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t. THOMAS, Publisher.

RE CLOUD, NEB1IASKA.

THAT EVE IN BETHLEHEM.0 little chllrftvnl-Thc- n the Chrl-tma- " Evo,

That Mc-ssc-tl cic. draws near.Awl everv -- nice ts full of eagerness.

And every near of cheer:

When the warm firelight "jjalnst tho outercold

A h.inpv picture drawsOr children iraiherin? In cozy rooms,

Waiting for Santa Clans:

Of ever-rreen-s thai bear stranyo fairy fruit,Aiitlnn wlio-- c lirswiches kIow

Tho burning- caudlej; or of rooms whoroliawr

The blockings in n row;

My thoughts go b.iek to that far time, whenfell

Thieveon noth'chein.Wln-r- e tlock" Mcpt n:i I he lonely ojen plain,

llieirfelieplicrils watching them.

And I vai fee again that stony groundAnd heir the night wind slxli.

A oiij by one the utorlastiux star3Come out within the sky.

And I ran see the look of wondcting a"oOn every haidy face.

When --odd. nly that glory like the sunionu at: about the place.

And lh-- y Itecatne afraid. Hut a clear voiceOut from the dark piko then:

Tear not; 1 bring glad tidings of great joyA hlch -- hall to to all men!

" Fir unto you this day a child is lxrn,A S.ivi ir: 'then a cry

01 multitudes of angfls through the air:

Poor, humble shepherd, yet gicn thnt greatMi.,

Th high"st upon eirth,Of having the very ansell coma to thctn

To tell the dear Christ's birth.

Little th" wonder then, is It, that on'Ihis hallowed eve's return.

When on fie laden iKiughs of "evergreen'I he gleaming csind.es burn;

And by tie- - I'.reddes rows of stockings hamr,I'.iir girts awaiting them.

That I bring to mind, with gratefultear.

Thoo plains of Hcthlchcm,

And picture to myself the lowly menListening the lleacn-sen- t word

That for all time and to all men was bornA Savior and a Jrdl

Clara Dotu Hate.

HOW SANTA CLAU.H CAME TO THE100IMI0USE.

It was a roomy, comfortable-lookin- g

white house, .shaded with apple-tree- s.

It stood a few rods back from the mainroad, and perhaps that was the reasonthat Santa Clans' reindeers alwaysdashed by without giving a singleglance up the lane where the bare oldtrees sighed and moaned in the winterwind. It certainly was not becausethere were no little children there, forno less than ten found shelter beneaththis one single roof. There was simpleSue, grown almost to woman's size, buta child still, to whom dandelions andbuttercups would always be golden de-lights. Here her mother had died tenyears before, and her father had not

. even left her the inheritance of a name.There were pale-face- d Jamie Dyke andhis sister Katie. Fanner Dyke haddrunk up his house and barn, his cattleand crops, his honor and health, andwhen the grave closed over him anil h'sheart-broke-n wife, these sad little or-phans came to the poor-hous- o to live.There were Tom and Jack, Mary, Jennieand Tab, whose histories were all sadenough, God knows; but I am writing totell you of two little children who wereto spend their lirt Christmas in thisrefuge for the poor -- "Little Cap'en,"as people called the mite of a hunch-back boy, who came from his mother'sgrave to good Mrs. Hurst s sympathiz-ing care, and who could just rememberhis sailor father ami how he had sailedaway in tho "pitty sip;" and littloDaisy, who had opened her blue eyesmouths after the sea-wee- ds had shroud-ed her brave father. A fall early in lifehad crippled little Ben and made himthe constant companion of his dearly-love-d

mother, and his little face grew torellect the sadness of hers.

Baby Daisy was like a little sunbeamthat gleams and dances upon the wallof your darkened parlor. The shuttersare closed, the curtains arc drawn, butthere it frisks, defying shadows amidarkness. So Daisy had frisked anddanced and sung. Santa Clans hadnever forgotten her, though the Hourmight be low in the barrel, and thocoal-bi- n nearly empty. Only, one sor-- -,row had touched her, and "even after'the first few nights of bitter crying forher "dec mamma," her smiles began tocome back, and her merry laugh madomusic in her new home. Even' oneloved her. Old Jim, who had "drunkhis wits half away, anil worn out tholove ami patience of his nearest kin.had always a kind word for her; andwonderful horses and kittens, dolliesand dogs, were cut out by his readyknife.

Mrs. Hurst felt almost a mother'slove for these little ones, but her hearthad a heavy load of care, and her handswere very weary with each day's work.Old Aunt Lucy Stone took them intoher withered anus and broken old heartat once. "The Lord sent 'cm, Mrs.Hurst." she would say, "the Lord sent'em." Her faded eyes were very dimwith crying for a graceless boy who hadlong since forgotten his mother; butthey looked with sympathy upon everylittle creature around her, and fairlygrew bright with glances of love forthese little ones. It had long been herself-appoint- ed task to act as peace-maker among the jarring, discordantelements of this heterogcueous family;and it had como to pass that she boundup the dirty, cut lingers, bathed thepoor little "bruised heads, pitied thescratches, was sorry for the aches, andeven kissed the battered little beingsabout her as if she had been mother tothe whole Hock. " Praying Lucy," theothers called her with a sneer; yet oldJim wanted Aunt Lucy's "yarb tea,"when his " rumatiz" was too much forhim; and growling "Mother Moody"wouldn't let any other nurse como nearher when down with any one of her fivohundred complaints. To teach thochildren about her some Christian

f rayers was her great delight, and noitlle pauper dropped off into his dreams

without being coaxed into saying some-thing that passed for a prayer. AuntLncy had seen a great many earthlyhopes fail, but her laith in " God andlittlo children" was strongs

Thanksgiving came and went at thopoor-hous-e. It was a feast day there.Mrs. Hurst would have it so; but manya phantom sat at the board, and manya poor heart was sadder than fastingcould have made it. Christmas grewnear. Little Daisy chattered oft itswonders. Santa Claus was coming. Hewould bring "hosscs and dogs, anddesses, and slates, and pictures, andbooks, and dollies ittlc bits of blackdollies, and great big dollies and " .

The children listened in wonder. Itwas an Arabian High ts" talo to them.As the days Hew on, the child added toher prayer: "Bess Santa Clans, andmake him member everybody."

Every one hated to spoil her littlodream, and Mrs. Hurst was ponderingways aud means for some little Ghrist-Tnii-s

when Aunt Lucy took the matterup. "Daisy, dear," said she one nightwhen the darkness was settling down,"Santa won't stop here, darlin'; hegoes right straight by. I've lived herenigh onto ten years, and he never comeonce!"

Not come? The littlo heart was al-

most bursting with grief, bnt the womanrows and tne

jved. Shemas, allset her.

htingrdssly

tfor

Daisy grew epiict as she listened tothe sweet old story of the Babe in amanger cradled eighteen hundred yearsago; and looking up with her own sweetsmile, she said: "I des Santa Clausdon't know we're here; but I lessGod'll tell him."

The days Hew on, and Daisy's fearsflew away with them. Santa was com-ing, sure. He hadn't known, but hewas coming now. No one said any-thing more to weaken her faith, andshe "chattered on, planning gifts lorevery one.

Heavy-snow- s fell the week beforeChristmas, and the children kept in-

doors or built forts in tho yard. Twodays before, Old Jim seemed deter-mined that no one but himself shouldleave the premises. Mrs. Hurst won-

dered at his unusual readiness at erranddoing, but thought no more of it. Ifher windows had looked out upon thomain road she would have wonderedwhat the passers-b- y found to look at onIho comer; and if she had sallied out tosolve the mystery, this is what shewould have found "in black, staggeringletters on a white board, nailed up lika country guide-boar- d, with an indexfinger pointing straight at the whitehouse in the lane:

XiT Jilt. SANTA' CLAWSl'l.nilSK ItKMKMBEIt THE

CHILDREN IIKAIt.Some of the passers-b- y laughed

Some said: "That is a good joke;" but" Kemember the children here" rang inmany a father s ears as he plannedChristmas gifts for the boys ami girls athome. Farmer Dyke's little boy andgirl were some of the children, andFarmer Dyke had been a good neighborand a faithful friend till the drinkspoiled him.

Everybody remembered brave Cap-lai- n

Ben and his pretty wife, and theirlittle children were there. Beforenight it was all over the village. Thofathers and mothers were all astir; the3'oung folks were wide awake, and thechildren were wild with enthusiasm.Mrs. Hurst was surprised and delightedat a request to furnish a list of the in-

mates, with their special needs andwishes, from old Jim down to littleDaisy. It was decided to have it alldone quietly in the way:ami even Mother Moody was ifeguilcdinto hanging one of her "blue andwhite mixed" in the long row of wait-ing stockings.

Mrs. Hurst and old Jim worked latein assorting and arranging the generouspack that Santa Claus lell at the door.Someone proposed. sending the childrenTestaments; but the white-haire- d oldpastor said: "We will give the gospelof good works lirat, and preach to themnet summer."

But Christmas morning! Who candescribe it he astonishment, the bois-terous delight of the children, the pa-thetic pleasure of the older ones whosetears came quicker than their smiles!Daisy, with a precious mother doll amia wee baby doll pressed close in herarms, trotted from one to another in astate of distracting delight. Thcrowere "hosscs and dogs, and pictures,and books, and dollies ittle bits ofblack dollies, and great big dollies,"jnsl as Daisy had said, ami that whichmet the wants of the grown up childrenbesides; and when to the noisy mirth ofthe day was added the tender, encour-aging words and beseeching prayer ofthe white-haire- d clergyman, it seemedto be Christ's da' indeed!

But the beautiful dav was over atlast, aud tired little Daisy whisperedsoftly, as she offered a "good-night- "

kiss: "God sent him, and didn't fo-rget"

"Yes, darling," said Mrs. Hurst,tenderly, "God sent him, but Jimshowed him the way."

Snail Hunting:.

I have nryself been an enthusiasticsnail-hunt- er in my time, and it alwaysseems to me that there is much to bosaid in favor of the pursuit. Everybodyknows that llowers and butterflies arebeautiful; and when you show them adead collection they are generally rath-er disappointed with the result. AIwrlus siccus after all, however wellmanaged, is but a pale ami faded rep-resentative of the living blossoms in alltheir glory. But most people are quite-surprised,-

when you show them a col-lection of English snail shells, to findthat such lovely things are to bo pickedup under the stones of our commons oramong the dead leaves of our copses.There is some merit in making a beau-tiful collection of snail shells. Andthough in the old days conchology nev-er led to any real good, yet malacology,which is its modern "successor, hasgrown into an indispensable handmaidof geology and prehistoric archa-oloy- .

The snail-hunt- er who begins by gum-ming shells on cards is sure to'ond byknowing a great deal about the anato-my and physiology, the geographicaldistribution "and geological age of thovarious species with whose externalskeleton alone ho made his first super-ficial acquaintance. Land and fresh-water shells play a most important partin determining tho formations of ter-tiary or quaternary age; and they givous valuable hints as to the nature auddate of the cave deposits or the drift inwhich we lind the earliest remains ofhalf-develop- ed man. In fact, at theprosent day it is almost impossible foranybody to work originally at any ofthe later stages of evolution, human oranimal, without having served an ap-prenticeship at snail-huntin- g; whiloconversely, manv a snail-hunt- er wholirst took up shells as a mere fancy hasdeveloped with time into a full-blow- n

working geologist and arelneologistThe snail is not, in the hunting sense,a noble animal, like the stag or thobuffalo, but the chase after him is ahealthful pursuit, leading one on to thoopen downs and up the heather-cla- d

hillsides: and in the end it is probablyproductive of much more genuinoscientific work for humanity than allthe deer hunting or stalking from Ex-mo- or

to Itothiemurchus. Cor. St.James1 Gazelle .

Old Isom's Joke.The other day a show camo to Littlo

Rock and was shamefully imposed uponby old Isom. While standing near thotent he saw a crowd of "low spirited"boys, grieving on account of linaucialdepression.

"Docs yer 3'oungsters want ter gointer de exhibition?" he asked.

The boys responded in nois3 chorus." Well," como on, den. I ustcr bo a

chile myself, an' unlike dc mos' obmen, I hain't forgot hit Count desoboys," he added, addressing the door-keeper. The man began counting, andb the time the bo3's had passed in,Isom was walking around, talking toacquaintances from the plantations.

"Here," said the showman, "give metwenty ticket-!.-"

""A hat fur? Does yer think me alottery agent?"

"You passed in twenty boys, and 1want the tickets or the money."

" I doan owe yer no tickets, an' Idoan owe yer nomoney."

" You're an old liar.""Looka heah, mister, yer'd better

canvass this subject 'fore yer flingsout sich a invitation. I didn't tellyer ter pass de boys in. 1 said count'em. 1'se always heard dat showmenis good in 'rithmetie, an' I wanted tosatis fy myself. Yer say dat dar wastwenty boys. I doan 'spnte yer word,case 1 ain't no mathetician. S'posen Itake a lot ob boys ter de cashier ob abank an' axes him tor count 'era, doesdat signify dat de cashier is gwine torpa?s'em inter demone3room? No, sab.!Go on back ter yer tent, for I sees aregiment goin' in."

The showman, remembering that hehad left the entrance unguarded, turned,when Isom ran away with an agilityrarely exhibited in an old man. LtitUBock Gazette

In the Kifrhcn.

A good housekeeper may for a mo-

ment shrink from rolling up her sleeves,putting on a real work-apron- , and tak-

ing hold of the kitchen work in earnestBut not for lon. Butting ones handsto the work reveals such gross neglect,and the abso'ute necessity that therewould soon have been for a change, farbetter thaH any supervision can do.Passing round among the work, stop-

ping into closets or storerooms whileiloinz some light work for cake ordesserts, cannot enable tho mistress toestimate the true way in which herwork is done. One who has not doneanv rough manual labor for months,perhaps years, ma not willingly bendto tne work, if by airy rebuke for care-lessness her servants leave her. For aday or two, when she lirst finds herselfalone, all must seem strange and thework hard. She will make man3 mis-

takes and feel half discouraged. Herhands, long exempt from the rouh toil,will be stiffened and sore from handlingironware, the scrub-brus- h, or washingdishes in hot suds. But this will notanno3 her long. Soon she sees thegreat change a few hours of well-applie- d

labor can make in pan tries dish-closet- s,

and particularly in the dishesthemselves, and then she begins to lindsolid pleasure in her work.

The perfectly washed dish, polishedwith a spotlessly clean and dry towel,is a joy to look upon. 'J he silver takeson new luster, the glass is as brilliantas cr3'stal, and holding it up to see ifany mote or speck or lint remains, ifthe lad sees only the clear, transpar-ent glass, shining like crystal, no won-der her face lights up with a real andfar more satisfying pleasure than shelias ever felt in the tincst work of art.because this freshening up and renovat-ing everything over tne House is tnowork of her own hands, well and faith-fully done.

When at last from attic to cellar,order and scrupulous neatness reign,how much more a good housewifeshrinks from bringing in " help" thanshe ever did from losing them! Suchloss slie has found her exceeding gain.

But she knows other duties have aclaim on her time and strength, and, asa matter of duty, she must look forhelp. How firmly she resolves that insuperintending her servants hereaftershe will be sure that nothing shall es-

cape her notice. She will never allowherself to form her judgment of the elli-cien-

or faithfulness of those in heremploy by trusting simply to her eves.This last experience has clearly shownher that her eye will never so readilyor truly detect neglect or deceit as herhands.

"These dishes look well. Yes. Butlet me take them in my hand. I 'halleasily know if they have been wellwashed and perfectly polished with adry towel, The top may be clean. Isthe bottom of the plate equally so? or,shall I find it sticky, because wiped witha dam- p- not overclcan -- cloth?"

Kettles and tins may look clean, andmay have been well dried on the side ofthe range or in the sun before puttingaway. Ah! Take them up; pass thelinger round the rim, or "binding, orwhere the handle or bail is attached totlie kettle. How irrcasy! The insideseems clean, why should the outside beso important? Because in a day ortwo, if neglected, there will be found aconstant accumulation of greasy par-ticles where ashes from the grate willlodge, and an ugly cru-- t of this depositwill soon give an iiupleas.iiit rancid tasteto any foot 1 cooked therein, howeverclean the inside may bo.

In no one article is this so apparentas in the pans used to bake bread orcake in. If not carc'ully washed andas faithfully dried, so that no semblanceor odor of grease can be discoveredabout the rim. or inside or out. the

and sides of bread or cake can-

not fail to have an impure, unpleasanttaste and smell. In sheet-iro- n pans itis more noticeable than in tin.

All this a housekeeper who has hadthe pleasure of working without any so-call- ed

help for a week or two, untilevery utensil ami arrangement aboutthe hoiio is in perfect order, will bearin mind when, at last, she finds otherduties must compel her onco more toresort to these incumbrances, and shofwill most resolutely determine that thowork henceforth shall be so faithfullywatched that never again will she boobliged to have so much to clean upalcr any girl. Happy the woman whodoes not lind outside calls engross hertime so thoroughly, the moment sheturns the kitchen work over toanother,that many small thing-- , here ami there,will have escaped her notice. To whatproportions will those small items havegrown when next she is left alone?Mrs. II. W. ISccchcr, in Christian Union.

The Most Wonderful Bine-Shooti- ng onItccord.

A San Francisco paper says: PrinceOtto, the boy chief of the Ncz PerceIndians, the protege of Captain Mc-Donald, and, without exception, themost wonderful rillc-sho- t in the world,gave an exhibition of rille-shooti- atPiatt's Hall last week that was far su-

perior to the best work ever done byCarver or Dr. Kuth. The audience wasselect and included several English,French, Russian and Italian officers,and every one present was satislied atthe close of tho exhibition that they hadwitnessed the most wonderful featsever performed with a ritle. Aftergoing through a manual of arms thatwouhl puzzle the oldest militia Generalin the Union, Otto commenced shoot-ing. A framework was built upon thestage, within which were a number ofswinging glass balls. Upon the rearplankment was suspended the ligure ofa man, life-siz- e. A live-ce- piece wasplaced upon the top of the head of thisfigure. Otto's back being to the object,the word "about" was given, and thecoin was pierced through the center.He then put down his ritle six feet fromwhere he stood, turned a somersault,caught his rifle again, fired, and cutthe string of the suspended figure atwhich he had previously tired.

A pistol-barr- el was then placed in asmall steel frame; behind this was lixeda razor, with the edge facing the audi-ence. On each side of this razor was aglass ball securely placed. The pistol-barre- l,

razor and balls were maskedwith a covering of white cloth. Theboy was then blindfolded and his backturned to the object. The "aboutface" was given, when he tired downthrough tho pistol-barre- l, split hissingle rillc ball upon the razor's edge,and broke both glass ball on the rightand left This remarkable feat wasperformed b the boy's sense of loca-tion. Then a loaded "pistol was placeddiagonally from where Otto stood.Three balls were yet swinging in con-trary directions. "Otto fired, hit thetrigger of the pistol and broke the threeballs. Eight metal balls were thenscrewed oh the ten-fo- ot frame. On thesides below and above balls were setswinging in every direc.ion. McDon-ald stood in front of the boy. who thentired over his head, and at each side ofhim. and between his knees, breakingthe balls from any and every part wherethey were suspended behind McDon-ald's back. A target was then put upbehind McDonald's back. Tne boywent through the same performance,stand'n opposite McDonald, and rangthe beU"(which is placed atthe extremerear) at every shot by caroming onthe metal balls. Six small lighted ta-

pers were then arranged upon a slenderperpendicular pole; then, while in thevarious postures of vaulting and tum-bling. Otto extinguished each respect-ive light with nis rifle. Glass ballswere thrown up in tho air in everv conceivable direction. These Otto brok'jpromiscuously' without any sight at all.xoralarge business-car- d was fastenedovr the point of kis ritle.

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This description of shooting ho con-

siders the most simple, and, thoughwonderful to the spectator, scarcelyworthy his own prowess. Otto's av-

erage in th's class of shooting is ninety-eight- y

out of one hundred. Utto placedhis weapon at a point distant six fee.from him; then, at the word "rcadv."two glass balls were thrown in the air.He tumbled, caught his rillc. fired, andbroke both of these balls with one shot.Twelve glass balls were placed upon aperpendicular pole in exact rotation.Otto loaded, tired, and broke every oneof them in twelve seconds. To close thoperformance, Otto, while his left armwas securely tied to his side, loaded,aimed, tired, and broke a large num-

ber of glass balls with his right arm.

A Gunnison Bear Story,

Ever one who has had occasion dur-ing the past few days to paes Ed bellsit Co.'s store has doubtless had his cu-

riosity aroused by the sight of a mon-ster bear skin suspended from one ofthe door-post- s. Doubtless it has oc-

curred to many that this very mam-moth skin might have behind it a verymammoth story.

Instigated by the natural curiositywhich such a suspicion would incite,the reporter boldly attacked the sub-ject and was at length rewarded bybavin" pointed out to him the manwho trought in this trophy of thechase. Dressed in a duik suit, withhigh hunting boots, a blue shirt, a softwhite hat; an athletic, well-kn- it formsurmounted by a head a painter wouldenvy, eyes of steel blue, theob-crte- d

was" a fair sample of American man-hood. He refused to allow his name tobe used, but gave the facts as follows

Some time in August a party of threoor four went out from Kuby on a hunt.When they had reached a point abouttwenty miles west of Uuby, on the res-ervation, they succeeded in killingsome half-doze- n deer. Not being ableto transpoit their game they buried itand left, intending to return later on.About a month afterward two of thoparty returned, and, much to their dis-

gust found the deer had been dug upby a bear, as they supposed. One ofthem, accompanied by two dogs, start-ed in pursuit of the bear on his trail."I followed," said this gentleman, "upmountains and then down again, likethe King of France: across gulches amibasins, where probably no white manhad ever been before. All the time thotrail grew more distinct, ami the suspi-cion that palpitated my heart becamemore certain as evert thing betokeneda very large animal ahead. 1 might tellyou how 1 scrambled over places al-

most impossible, but to make a lonjrstory short, I came up to the marauder,and a moment afterward wished I wasanywhere in the world except in frontof that grinning bear. Why. gentle-men." and he turned to the crowdstanding around, "that bear was asbig as the sitle of a house.

" It was on the side of the mountain,miles from civilization, no assistancewas at hand. One of my dog stoppedabout one hundred yards fiom the ani-

mal, aud with tail erect ami every hairbristling, refused to xo forward. I

looked at the bear and tho bear lookedat me. 1 looked around and saw therewas no way out of it. Bruin also too'cin the situation and growled, showingthe ugliest ll' trap 1 ever saw.

"For a moment hostilities were sus-pended, ami both sides studied the sit-

uation. Then 'Old Sleep,1 with aferocious snarl, sprang lorward, butthe bear did not notice him. Thodog went nearer ami nearer, untilwith one swipe of his paw Jhe bearknocked him into eternity and downthe mountain side. My blood was u:.and 1 let fly with my U uieJie-te- r, butit did not seem to do inv good. Thobear started at me. I fired againStill he came on. I lired still anothershot, but couldn't stop the avalanche.The whole mountain seemed coming,and I know my hair stood on end.Nearer and nearer he came and againami again I shot, but withoul any ef-

fect I thought it was my Ia-- t day.My chips were ready to go in. but whenhe was oil about ten feet 1 fired my lastshot and, thank God, dropped him. Imade up my mind then that 1 hadn'tlost any more bears and wa-- nt goingto look for any. Gentlemen, that bearweighed nine hundred pounds. Y'cs,sir, nine hundred pounds. And hisskin, when green, weighed sixtypounds. He measured from tip to tip,eight feet

"It is a line bearskin, but when ousec me looking around for any live, tin-tam- ed

animal that looks like a bearyou can buy all the properties inConundrum Basin for fifty cents."

The gentleman in duck nervouslywiped the perspiration, which the re-

membrance had started, from his browand nervously walked away. Gunnison

Colo.) Kcws-Ucmocru- t.

A Hint to Pot Hunters.

Yesterday afternoon a man mighthave been seen hunying a'ong " estTemple street with two small snipe anila teal duck in his hand. Been hunt-ing?" :isked :v friend. " Yes. took alittle jaunt up to the slough." Don'tyou think that game comes dear whenyou go so far for it?" " Oh, 3011 don'tget on to my racket. I ain't such ablank fool as sonic people think. Here'sthe idea: I go out in the marshes andkill a few snipe. I take one to somefriend's house and present it with agreat flourish, I dwell on the trouble Itook to shoot it, describe a few narrowescapes from drowning, and la thotrophy of the chase at the feet of thelady of tho house, with a studied Orien-tal "salaam. Next day 1 am invited todinner. For a ten-ce- nt snipe I get aro-a- l hw-o- ut Then 1 give the othersnipe to" the next unsuspecting familywith a similar result The other dayI sent two old, emaciated snipe to Gov-ernor Murray; told him the night be-

fore I was going after 'em, but theyhad been lying in my room for twodays. Got invited to an elegant dinnerwith wine. But of course I didn't eatthe snipe. Too old a bird for thatthen the snipe were also too old. I'mgoing to take these birds to Shaughnes-s- y

and get a $10 dinner. Oh, 1 ain'tsuch an awful fool as 1 look. When Icau't get birds at the marshes I gct'eraat the stands." Detroit 1'OiL

Consideration for the Sick.

Persons who have had and seen butlittle sickness cannot appreciate thesuffering of a sick person from noue.During an attack of malarial fever, afew years ago. it seemed to the writeras ifthe members of the family tried toslam the doors, and we thought that ifwe recovered we should surely teachboth old and young of the household togo about their duties with less noise andparticularly to open and close doorscarefully. The olfactory sense is alsokeener during illness and we well re-member the nauseous sensation causedby tobacco smoke. One member of thefamily who was absent during the dayand whom we dearly loved to have sftwith us in the evening, joined us onlyafter supper and after he hail smokedhis pipe. He was sensitive and we didnot care to mention our then great re-pugnance for tobacco, but no doubt' itwould have been far better to have"spoken out"1 than to have sufferednight after night from the fumes of thatdreadful pipe!

Persons iu health are too apt to thipksuch persons notional and treat themaccordingly. Nervous and notionalthev are. it is true, but they are sp ti-

tled to all the consideration iajfthsworld, and those who care orjClwwshould be willing to make everjjfeasoa-abl-e

sacrifice to gratify tJMfllcsires.however whimsical thev mfT. v. KxtraliViuc l'rrkcr.

Economy In Brest.

A dre that is so jwculiar ai to bestriking, either from its brilliancy ofcolor or any othr cau- - should boadopted only bv a woman who hasmany changes of raiment and so maywear it only occasionally, or the sightof it bcco:nes a bore, even if at lirst itis interest ng from its noveltv. Thowoman who has many dreses canafford also to give it away or convert itto sonmj other u-- e before it is worn,while ftie unobtrusive dress easilylends Uself to ome different adjust-ment, which gives it an entirely newaspect

A woman who has but one best gowncan "wear it with a difference.' bkothe me Ophelia oilers to her brother,so as to make it suitable to many occa-sions, especially it she have two waists,or "bodies." as the EnglMi call them.One kirt will easily outlast two waNks.mil tlurifnre this is :i real savin". But

I suppose that there lo but one wa".t, or. the dress be made all in one pieee

(than which there is no prettier fashion),and it should be worn one dav high inthe neck, with collar and cuffs. manother dav with the neck turned in.and a lace or muslin lichu gracefullyadjusted with bows or flowers, and ab.t of lace at the wrists, a pair of longgloves, and a more elaborate dress n

of the hair, it will be ho irccly recog-nizable. But the dress niut be ot avery general character." like b'ack siik.or some dark co'or. or the pleasure ofthe new impressou is lo- -t

The wie person with a small capitalnever buv any but a good and lastingthing. Each year she adds one or tworeally solid poses ons to her ward-robe, which, trcateil with care, hi- -t

her mm years. Thus on a really smallsum she may dies very beautifully.Without a capital one is often obligedto buy what can last but for a lewmonths; but there i- - choice even here.

There is certiinly a great economyin a woman's adopting foroc'-asion- s ofceremony one drcs lro'ii which shenever diverges. It become her char-acteristic, and there is even a kind ofstyle and beauty in the idea. Thechanging fashions in color and materialpass without affecting her. She isnever induced to buy anything beca'i-- e

it is new. M10 is always the same. Thedress in this case must have a certainsimplicitv. It c sts her little thoughtami little time, and when the old edi-

tion, becoming worn, gives way to thonew the change is not perceived, nor isjt noticed when the new iu its turn be-

comes old.Such dress as this must of course lie

within certain limits. Suppose it to bea black velvet it would last, with care,at least live or six 3 ears. Suppose it toto be a white cashmere a dross ofsmall cost, it could, with care, last twoseasons: and then, cleaned. last anotherseason or two; and then dyed, beturned into a walking dress to last twoseasons more.

There is a great cco'iomv in decidingou a few becoming colors iu their sev-

eral shades, ami con lining one's dressto these. Choosing colors that harmon-ize with cacti other, like gray, black,purple, blue, yellow, white and neverbuving any other colors, one may, inmaking over garments, use one withanother so that nothing is wasted.

It is al-- o important to know whatpoint of dress to umphasi.e. For in-

stance, one ma expend a large sum ona gown, and if the shoes are shabby or

e, the gloves worn, and the bon-

net la-- ks st le, tho gown is entirelythrown away. But the gown may bono longer new: it must now be careful-ly brushed and well put on, the collararid cutis, or other neck and wristtrimmings, must be in perfect order, theboots well made and well blacked, evenif not new. the gloves faultless, and thebonnet neat and styli-- h. The oflcct isof a well-dresse- d woman; no man. andvery few women, perceive thnt thedress is not a new one. -- .lr. T. W.

Hewing, in JItirjcrs Mayazine.

Litigation 0er a Booster.

" Dat ar rooster am de berry samnone dat mus' been spir ted offon doroost of Mrs. Bennett, fo" shuah," saidthe venerable David Brown iu J11st.cePaulin's Court in Newark. Saturdayafternoon. 1 knowed it by de winkui'of de off eye. A niggah cz can't ketchonto de pints in a chicken ain't worfljuilin'. Judge, I ken swar to datrooster wld my las' brclf.''

Mr. Brown was a witness in the easoof Hittell against Bennett. The com-plainant, a comely widow, sought tohave the defendant convicted of breachof the peace, for calling fier a chickenthief. It was shown by tho testimonythat Mrs. Bennett lost "a white roosterlast spring, and that recently she sawin Mrs. Hindi's yard what she was sumwas the missing chanticleer. She es-

sayed to take possession of it. but Mrs.Hittell foiled her. Then followedmuch vituperative language, and alltho women in the neighborhood got ex-

cited over the affair. Some folks as-

serted that Mrs. Bennett ought to knowthe fowl that she brought up from thoegg; others insisted that the fact thatthe chanticleer stayed on Mrs. HuteU'sroost for seven months proved that itwas her property, while not a few inti-mated that it was strange that DavidBrown obtained a white rooster at thetime that Mrs. Bennett's favorite dis-

appeared.Mrs. Hittell and Mrs. Bennett wero

represented in court by lawyers, andnine white women, three colored aunt-ies, two white men ami David Brownwere present as witnesses. A crowd oflawyers and politicians gathered asspectators. David Brown was certainthat he recognized the rooster as theproperty of Mrs. Bennett. He fourtimes offered hcr?l for it, and finallybought one like it just as hers disap-peared.

" Are you an expert on roosters?"asked Mrs. Hittell's lawyer.

" I reckon I is." was the reply, "cozI ketched 'em in dc woods on do oleplantation."

"Could you tell 3'our rooster fromMrs. Hittell's it niy were put in a roomtogether?"

"What yer ax sich questions fo'?Does yer think Pse got no sense nor'spcrience? Jest you pick out a coondat can't tell his chicken fromanodder.(io way wid sich questions. Clar togoodness!"

" I don't want any more from him."said the lawyer. " for he has no scn-e.- "

" Fsc sotmore sense than a lawyercz thinks a coon can't pick out tic rightrooster in dc dark cz well ez. de light"

After all the witnesses had testified.Judge Paulin dismissed the case, andadvised the women to go home and befriends. They paid each 5 to a law-yer, besides costs of court, and twentymen and women were kept in court sixhours. The rooster wasn't worth a dol-

lar. --V. I Sun.

X Menuonltc Scene.

The Mennonites intend keeping tothemselves, and have no intention ofmarrying or giving in marriage withthechildren of the land. Atfirst'some ofthe girls went out to service, bnt onehaving got married the order wentforth that all the others were to returnhome at once which was done. As arace they are thrifty and industrious,but their neighbors say that the womendo most of the work-- An open ditchabout a mile in length, beautifully dug.and with the turf neatly banked up oneach side, was said to be all women'swork. Large numbers of women werealso to be seen the fields- - Bee. firof.Grant in Manitoba.

"Short, but sweet" as an oldmaid said when she kissed the dwirfwho was on exhibition.

I'EKSO.XAL A.M) LITHE A KT.

Miss Annie Can" i men-

tioned as the jHs-e"- or of .l.0 allrarncd by her own charming voice.

A writor having excited the wrathof Mr. Browning. " I should like." n.the poet, "to rub that man's noc in htsown books."

Mr. Longfellow always ucs an ed

quill pen. The "old clockon the stairs" he dte not own. It -s

to a famiiv in Pittslicld. Mass.

Alphonse Daudet sas of his wifothat "she is an artist herself. Thereis not a page which I have written thatshe has not seen aud retouched, where-on -- he has not thrown her delicatelewder of blue and gold."

The late Sidney Lanier publish! a.'hort romance, called Tiger-lilie-s, aboutfifteen cars ago. which appears to havoescaped the attention of his biographers.Along with much that was youthful andcrude there was also much that 'astriking and fine.

The Piinee-- s Beatrice's birthdaybook ha- - been published. It cun-- it

of twelve tastefully arranged groupsand garlands suitable to the mouthsthcyrrcprcent. w.th appropriate quota-tions from the poets. The illu-tralio- ns

arc the (Queen's own dc-ign- s.

- Oscar Wdde has re. cited tho tin-kind-

cut of all from Prof. Mahntft.who has cruelly utilized the college ca-

reer of the l.lv and stmllotver joet atDublin as an illustration of tho the-i- s

that a stupid boy gains more than abrilliant one f nun a university training.

-- It is almost a pity to spoil the linostory that General Ltl wrote his"Anti-oi- l and Cleopatra" the nightbefore lie foil at C'hck-tniaiiga- . and thatit was found in his pocket saturatedwith his blood, but the poem appearsin Cogjfeshall's Collection, published inl.s'C.0, tnrec years befoie Chiekamauga,and it was not then new.

Litta. the opera singer, who madoan artistic success iu Europe and here,scenis to hate faded to turn her fameto tinaneia! account. She is now at herhome iu Bloom ngton. 111 , in impover-ished circumstances. After ropatingthe money adtanced by friends lor h rmusical odiieat on and supporting hermother and -- otcrtl sifters, she savthatall her earnings on the stage hate boonabsorbed.

- John J. Piatt and his wife, tkopoets, are now in Boston. Nora IVrrvthus deeenbes them "Mr. Puitt. itmay be recalled, was the early friendof Mr. Howells when Mr. How oils wasstill living in t'hio. and the two pul-Iish- ed

a modest little book coiioiutIv.under the title. -- Poems b Twolru-nd- s 'Mr. Piatt now has somethng the lookthat Mr. Howells had before ho grewbroader and stouter, without, hotveter.Mr. Howells' prominent chin Bothhave the mo.st kindly and delightful ofsnides. Mrs. Piatt is the embodimentof her poems. She has a refined, sen-

sitive face, capable of expressing everyvariation of feeling iu figure slight,of meitiiiui height, ami converting in herwhole personality the woman by an cl-

ement which is so largely maternal inher poems."

IllMIOIttTus.

" Bard out.' as the pool said whenho found the street door locked againsthim.- - Marathon iwlcimnlcnt.

Wear a cheerful countenance. Ifyour mirror won't sinilo on ton. howcan you expect an body will? HustonTransmit.

Lai king confirmation -- The reportthat the remaining bank- - of Newarkwill import Eg ptian mummies for

l'ur.Will the coming man shut tho door

behind him? is the latc-- t inquiry. Itis to be hoped that he will; for the go-

ing man seldom does. SjmcrvillcJviirmil.

" Who wrote the Book of James,in the New Testament? ' asked a Sunday-

-school tcichorin a Missouri vilhtge;and a little fellow at the foot of the classshouted, "The James Boys!" ChwujoTriitinc.

A German sat on tho bank of ariver watching an Englishman who waslishing. Finally he exclaimed: "HereI have been for four hours watchingthis man holding his line; strange thathe does not lose his patience!" AetwFrcie I'rtssc.

Mary J.ine wants a recipe for pre-serving the ha r. Certainly. I'se whitesugar, "pound for pound,'5 add enoughwater to make a heavt sirup, add thohair, and four ouuees oleomargarine,boil, strain and put up in glass or stonejars. Hartjunl Times.

A boy at Columbus swallowedtwenty feet of red ribbon iu order thathe might afterward pull it out of hismouth, conjuror fashion, and astonishthe family. The result did not, how-ever, astonish the family half so muchas it ditl the boy. Iloston lost.

Young man. don't turn up yourelegant, snobbish nose at your mother,if she does take a little unkindly toour cigarette smoking innate ways.

She has watched you very closely fromthe day the light was too bright foryour eyes, and it pains her heart to scoyou blooming out into a swell idiotNew Haven llcgis'cr.

" I am thirty-tw- o years old. a bru-nette, and have .:".0,CWQ in my ownright Will rou marry me? ' wrote aBrooklyn (N. Y.) woman to MayorCarter Harrison, of Chicago. WesternMayors enjoy opportunities for mash-ing that .seldom fall to the lot of theirbrothers fn the bleak New Englandclime. Hartford l'ot.

It is told about a Las Vegas girl:WlMle sitting under a tree at MineralCity waiting for her lover, a cinnamonbear came along and approaching frombehind began to hug her. She thoughtit was her king of men and so loanedback and enjoyed it hugely, murmur-ing: "Tighter"' It broke the bear allupland he retreated to the hill ami hidin the forests three days to get over hismortification. 1st Vega Optic.

Horr the Japanese Value Hnmin Lift.

In our items from the native paperswill be found one which discloses whatappears to be an ordinary miscarriageof justice. For some time attempt

I were made to overturn the train nearKioto by placing large stones on thetrack. Every etfort to detect the das-

tardly perpetrator as it was evidentlythe work of a single individual provedineffectual, until at last one night howas caught in flagrante delicto, andinarched oTto jail. It will be noticedthat sentence has now been passedupon a ruflian who more than once at-

tempted the destruction of a train,with its living freight and the Judgehas marked his sense of the gravity ofthe crime bv inflicting a tine of twoyen and twenty-fir- e sen. equivalent toabout rive shillings. Hiogo (Japan)Setcs.

The MI ky Way.

Many a'tranomers. frona Hercheldownward, hav$ spent much time inobserving and speculating npoa thostructure and functions of the greatf tellar streams known as the Galaxy orMilky Way. This part of the heavenshas recently been made an object ofcarefu' study by M-- Houzeac, of Brus-

sels Observatory. He has indicated iMcompos tion bj- - means of cnrr ofequal lura noti. mtenity. Looklac cas-ually at the Milky Way. one might bedi-po-- ed to think its luminosity nearlythe same throughout But M. Horaeaufinds it a scr.es of luminous plates ormasses, to the nnaber of thirty-thre-e,

each dimin'shing is brightness oattrardfrom the center. ""These are imagedalmost exactly aloeg a great circle ofthe celestial sphere. The solar systemis nearly in the plane of th's "equator,"and probaby near its center.

Our You ns: Headers.

KITTIK TO SAS'TA CI.AU&.

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lrl. whm Tim om rmtwt ! awhirl.

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mtiitwr, put )nVIc nn t t'Ut "M .lii Ui'l

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trlV' TWhmK,

A TKU WITH SANTA CLM'S.

It was nearly nine o'clock when Tum-

my ami Kosy went to bed on ChristmasF.te lliutr stockings had been hungup. and thev wMmmI tcrv tim h for tinnot morning toi-im- o isaUu Ann wasKos ,s do'lv. and .she won .sNx-king-

One of them had to ho hin up w.ththe others.

In ton uunut's Tommv and Kosy andthe dolly were all f.il asleep Iu themiddle of tho night Tommy woke, andfound Ke.sy Mltiug up in bed She waslooking at'siiiuethiiig. Tommy wantedto know what it was. Ho turtind ovr.and what should he.sou but Snutn Clau-- t

himself!'I lie dear old man was buttoned up to

his chin in a coat of white fur. He wasbu-- y tilling the stickings.

"'Then-- " said Santa Claus. "Tvoforgotten Host's doll, and I shall hateto go all the way back and get sojmo-thin- g

lor it.""1 wih tou'd t.iko 1110 with o-i-

."

said Tonnm. boldly."An tne. too. if "ou plwasc. Mister

Santa Claus." added Kosy."Halloo!" shouted aiila Claus, "you

ntvaVe. youtig-tcrs- "'

"Yes. .sir." niiswereil Tommy, "midtve want ton to take us U rule In tour

"sleigh."" Well. well, well'." laughed the old

man. "Santa Claus can't rufii-- e thochildren :ui thing, make hasto. I've notime to Ioe. '

Out of bed jumped the two children.Don't wait todte--- .. ' x ud uifa Clous.

" I'll put one of ton into each t mybig pockets, ami t on" II lie it arm enough.Come tui--

Out

on the roof thoy went Theresttiotl tho sleigh, drawn bt night tinyreindeer. Santa CImis got into thesleigh, and drew the lurtnbes titer liitii,Toinmt and Kov peeping out of hispockets felt tort nit-t-am- i wiirni.

Come l)aher on. Hamer! hie.Comet! ' ."aid Santa Claus to his team." Away we go'"

And away they did go, right iu thuair and through the falling now-Hake-- .

Oyer thu Iioiim-- s ami tree, oyer thotowns and citie-t- , faster, faster, faster,they went, till they camu to SantaClaus' count iv.

Here everything was of snow trees,streets, Iioiimjm, all umdo of mhmv. Itwas as light .s day. for high in the pinknky hung a great bright --diver moon

" Is thai tour house. Mister SantoClaus1'' asked littlo Kosy. m thoypassed a beautiful castle all bntlt of let.

"O. no. my dear" said Santa Cliuis."My house is mattii'ert bit of rockenmly. Here we aie now. Hie. I'miH-e- r

and Cupid! Maud still!1Santa Clans jumped out of the sleigh

with Tommy and Kosy .still ir. his pork.-et.- s

Sure enough, there atnod SniilaClaus' house, all made of white, yellowand red rock candy, ami lighted upfrom top to bottom with Christum to-

pers." I'll take you right into my work-

shop," Haiti Santa Clans, bouncing intoa big room where hundreds of littlemen were at work. Thoy were ttitigup toys. Imoks and candies into thou-sands of parcels. These were to go attwelve o'clock by Santa Claus' expressto all parts of the world

At tlio sight of so many lovely thingsTommy ami Bosv both jumped out ofSanto Claus' pockets.

" Oh!" screamed the workers,"where ditl the earth-childre- n comofrom?"

"I brought them in my w'-ketjt- ,"

Santa C atts. I forgot this lttilogirl's doll. Hurry ami find a gilt for it.my m-n- . for I must away again."

The tallest of tho little men went tofintl the gift. Other gathered aboutKosy, who was too frightened to speak.

""Isn't he lovely?" aid one. touch-ing her long curls.

"Yes. indued." added another. " Mo-i- s

prettier than the prettiest wax-do- ll

wo ever madt.""She muslb cold; lct give hcrone

of our little fcal-ski- n coats." n;d a:third, helping Kosy into a warm furcoat.

Let's put candy In the pockets."aid a fourth, --.toiling the with

sugar-plum- s.

" Let's give her a cap to matrh thecoat." said a fifth, petting a cunningcap over her vcllotv curls.

I,et' ail kis her." a iuh. '

But at this Santa Claus jxjpped Kosyback into his porket "No, no.' saidhe. "oi migtit change her into an elflike yourselves."

Tommy who wa never frightened atant thing, had mounted a bicyele. andwas t'ying up and down the ha'L Tholittle men. Jorgetting their work, ranup and down after him. playing ontnimc.s. horns fifes anil drums.

"BIes my heart!" cried Santa ( lain." I never heard Mich a din in my life.Come, jou yotmgter. the doir gift isfound, and I'm going to take you rightback to led- -

" No, you don't." -- bouted Totnmr.not unlcst 30U let mc ritle this b-

icycle"'"You can't' --aid Kosy. "Iran."

added Tommy. " I knr f can""rilgo with jou." om1 one of the

little men; "lean ride in the air likeSanta Clam."

The little man got on Tommy" back,find away they went! Ilosy and SantaClan were in the legh. Tommy andthe little man on the bictcle- - On. oa.on! faster, fater. fxster! Tommyshouted in glee. Suddenly the wckrdlittle man bit Tommy's ear. Hescreamed, and knocked 'th elf off hisback. The Httlc nun jamped on oneof the re.ndeer.

Tommy was no longer able to ride onthe snow-Sak- e, and began to faH--do-

down, down! O. how frightenedhe was! Down, down, dowa! Thebicycle tcraci over two or three time),and down he went, head first mt- - IkL

Yes, when Tommy opened hi etche found himself in bed.

He oaly dreamed this lory. Rmtwa aaleep beside him. The blockingwere twice xa big a when hung tip-Kig- ht

in the middle of the room stooda splendid new bicyele.

The early sunshine was comingthrough the nurery window. It waChrist rnu morning. Our ir& Q'z.

x' Hansen!! Ki.perln.ent. .--

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singeing lls iMtbnw mml vCltHM.

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creit dw n stn'i-n- , vt tj". I b m'ben bis Inther thum btxb aud

th led stieak !. HnTHat.smarting lrtii tb bnm. b a !

guessed Hal w.nis pitttutht-- d m! . i

MiniMm;; the powdrr -- Itmtt'i t'.Hftt.

The lim-ntii- c I'aruUj Anion Tatm-er- s.

h le it is the formwr w b nitinehiinir) in vented ss.titMt.uiiniinl Inlnir. it ix very r.iWi hinvents aHtlhmr for bis own .

intc that for the inventor k 1 U tfarming mo MMMttit bsil iWwrt . 1 .

bt-- st Viewed III this llgbi ll :t . .

wotnler ill with what anlnntftbutg 1 . I

itt uioritoritHt machinery bin. t

foeled. and een nrijinnJ - Iim

nut to meet wbhh. n t

tears sitit'o. weio Mpd mld nlit? needed. A.s tbe j(rnn In . 1 ..

extended, the sinl rnnier cjwihIdl a want, then in I14 rX nnieiits, t'linlly the lf tMder.when tho farmer wiw nl t b" l..

nhtmto the ilMHtitnnlftg !.hand, tho twiiitt binder m ? -forward and liv tdtght altera! -

iiih bines now ue twine Tin? grof the lltriMHiiiJC mtw-b.n- e hmI ii .

grain drill luts tit-e- n n t rwalbtn ni ' t

tlie ees of tho fitrtmn;: rlnN-- s '.?Iuv tow oftlieni top to Htttr 'I tit 1 nuio abiHtl ly iiit?ie4 eontbtni. I

wimhI ami iron, iievor t .

tlitiiW of the tail dentil tf twlv mt-- t

j onmeiit each nnd oery mmhitn' .

With increitwed jrin f4bl wl t

tlouiaiiil forn plow t It-- it dothing or turn an ihittjr iwnler ett'n.ntiUt plow, bnt tho termor I" 'life nf linn would never bT tl' ''of r.gguig it up thai wat. mHoii Hfl!ittd wttb a cutter mhm!- - ' .

nitl .set the. ami bufkiM witb eol I -

l.llgem, jiiol a lltekor peg fur l

ing pui. IhiI en-l- i wilbm lw . --

will be doiio by miM-- - r. bnt wli"bo tho inventor ' O litublr it i ' "farmers thnt they m re-vlil- j wlop "lalMr-ntm- r der o. ! it them h-- 4

a skill that it vvidewei mi Hil.-tlin- r

that is keeping Mpwee w.th mt tml . 'but at the sntti' lnM it wmiUI 'mote promising It th fnrir I

jtludt ihiI the print'ip'.- - inntwHiM vtfy tin ilfiuaud mnde liv bit aed v t

become an inventor htnt (. Ina po.it on an an aider awl !! '

tho Inventor, the merhHuiM offarm in this country wtntfel Kr...ow jrapidly perfect od nnd Hit i'mI I

possibilities become almo. boynn-- l

eolation.A a it now L there no dn ojc" t

the farmer will thoroughly inform h "clf njMn politico! uMbjects. tuid w

quaint himself fully upon tho "p"and "corner ' nf all trHt. !. '.

ronl danger i. thnltijKin tho inrUt 'tho farm, it constantly rduflMtjr t- - -Uom upon which mit-c- u is lm-1- . '

not be niMantlv ro. gtiljitd and pr-'Hi-

ly mot ant! sin-c- c uiet w.th.opportunity prenenu llnolf. Tbor neetls broad eulliire. a dm inmind that can look abend, and vt'i-- t tleaning townrd the domains of tieVentiVH genius, as apjdltMl u the re- - '

allium of tho fnnti. and alle.l "nn inventive ntcill that can jmh -

liid vantage ami tunt It to aIvt z.that an invent somo way U l 'lad lurk, ami make prosier t a nral gift u bo obtninod iy ""and which can. if unfortunately tJf"'scorns imjrlt.iMe. inmnt a iwlb-- l "ihoiiorabbi ami Atieeowtfid ecpCUvtlntvl IkruUl.

The SiauieM? Nation hiw re- - !

lem plunged inti niHirtng ty t?death of tho court and IhhIv eleplnfttof tho King. One morn-H- . nterhearty breakfast ho wnnl mad ,w

ami tram-d'H- l He ,t battentianu to death. To boi h--

wonM hare leon jtarrilatra. A attempt to tranquillizo hw tHKtirei"pint br enoirefhig hni wiib sring of holy !. boo. .plally b 1

by the high priest of ht w fvlar temple, proved wfrt than infl- -

nnl. for he broke through the rr. n I

all but terminated tb high prearner um the ot II a t.with great difhctilty driven inU :

court of the jaLa-- . wbrr. afureral funous etn!eovors U baU?r lorithe waifs with hi u. b mUmitoppled over on im sIe. tittered tcry of rage ami gar op Um xb"-Natura- lly

enough, tbu htory swflirwas aUnbut&d to rrtmural tstreteon the part of one r other of th at-

tendant intnitd with um iucrei rmpbant'j fyeIing. The Kmx. ihf"-U- .

interrrgitod ll--e tvmborn of tbsr --

phant's houM-hol- d in person, ajel famg to elicit any lailir'uiual conf f

delinpienrr. tfecreed that they Idall be jmnuheiL

Isaac Taylor, who ha been rr-t--

in Ashtabula Count r. OhU. uafs-erte- r

tnmt the regular axmf. ala'ithe deerton. anl gives the fact m t.etcase After a service of thrc- - year !

was granted a furotijh U nst .New.York to meet his mother, who hk ttMturning from India, where heha1 trn --

a a mUsionarr. He found heraw wa-li- d,

almost helpless, with no rc? 1

supioTt- - He cou'd not remain i bisnar without leaving hisr. m beserted aad w.th bU mother came ! b?Western Keere. where they baien JltveL Tat lor was takes to CleTnJVfor tnaL

Arrenca puvstctas a Iritis oaupouter and other who haTe to -- -l

ail uaj at tfcerr work to wear r a eliiockinz. which will pretest th-- s i

on ut rrrxoie vetsx.

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