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i i ifmir I y III DEVOTED TO NEWS, LITERATURE, AND THE DEBT INTERESTS OF OREGON. VOL. 111. OREGON CITY, OREGON, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 20, 1877. NO. 9. THE ENTERPRISE. A I, OC i L .XEWSP A P BR ! ' ' V OB ' T H E Fvriurr, Hu.lurH M n 11 and Fauiily 4'irrle ISSUED KYERY T III' P. S I A Y. rUOPKIETOR ,AND PCBMUFB. Official Pperjor Clackamas Couuty. Ollje: In Kntorjtrise i:tiil,l4ii-- . Ua' d.iur Sontu tf Maqonic Unildint;, Main Street. Term ol" .Hiilrri Iwii : Siua! ''Jl'y. uue year, iu advance $ r0 Sinjlu .'!' , kix months, iu advance I it) iVruit of Al t r( IhIui; : Triuaiut advertisements, including all local byti.-Cb- , square ol twelve, lung, uun eek , $ 'J 50 fjr each subsequent insertion 100 Due Column, oue year 120 00 Half Column, oue year 00 00 yuiittT Column, one year 40 00 Bumpers Card, one square, ne year 12 00 SOCIETY NOTICES. OREGON LODGE, No. 3, I. O. O. F. Mtta every Thursday Evening. atA. . . ; oVlx k. in Odd Fellow' Hall. OV.a " I iliu Street. Members of the Orilergp-ta-'- ; ire uiYitwl t alt.nl. l!y orJor of O, REBECCA DEGREE. LODGES, No. 2, j. u. r.. meeix uu iua ucond and i7-- t Z Fourth l ne Mlay hveuinini it each month. y I tr , iiciix a, in me juh rrii.iws Hall. Hemiiers 01 i;ie nene are mvitej to lltrUil. FALLS ENCAMPMENT, No. 1, 1.1). U. .. meet at Mil Fellows' Hall on tin; Flint anl Thir.l 'l in K.lay of each month, fitiiarlis in (j.)od .staiuliu;; are inviteii to kUvUJ. MULTNOMAH LODGE, No. 1. A F. t'A.M.. holds lU regular I'onin. i. ni fitiMi" " ll Frit an4 TbirJ Saturday Inn b month, at 7 o'eliipk from th "oil. u( Srptenint r U tbe WtU of Man-- ;.aml '''rS oVlock fnm tho '."I'th of Afiir. h t.. ' S tbur Mc'ptiiinlier. Brethren in yooj slandin' are lavitej t.i attend. Ky order of W. M. UUSINESS CAKDS. . - - . .. - 1 WARRfeSM N. DAVIS. M. D riiysirian and Surgeon. r ttnilitate of tUo I'uivuraity of "Puiiusylvania. Oijii k ir Cliff Hovm. CHARLES KNIGHT, . o C A X liV, OREGON, l'li si ian ami I: u;is. J"rTes.Tl.tioi)i carefully filled at short notice. jaT-t- f PAUL BOYCE, M. D., Vliysiciaii and SmrMii. 0Ki'(i.. City, Orehox. Cbr-u- i,; I:Wh and Di.seas.-- of Women and Mill. U i apeciaity. D.Uce H.ir, day an l ui,rilt. alwavs ready when f DR. JOHN WELCH. 1 rFlL'E 1N" OKKooxcrrr orhoov Hijliet ci,b price ..aid for County Orders. JOHNSON & Mrcnww j and COUNSELORS AT LAW , . - - - k ' 'nl .''' 'u H Hi Courts of the Slate .... ted , y.nue ui Oregon t'ltv. Gapr'Tii-t- t I L. T. DARIN, Uttouxky AT LAW. j DUKuOX ( ITY, OHKUOX. !H I'Uutlee in all thn Courts of tbe State 1 novl, '75-t- f w. h. highfieldT on,, dur of PjJ)e.8 IIalI ST" ol,,;UM uki:uov id . " ZuA t'VB,,t rl, k8' U r VLaY r l'ri""ute.l. lEife Utr!;;,;""' on siiort "-- "s uJatsi M,, tr .... ty Or,lVr, JOHN M. BACON. t'tALKR IN f-- 7t CUOKS. STATIONPPV a, ri'.WEM, MOULDINGS AND MISCEL LANEOUS GOODS. M X lK TO OKl:l(. Oregon C itt, Obkc.on. Al Ilia P,l (im... , M.I.. - - jii.u .n-ic- , Kim Hl.ie. M novl. '73 if J R. goldsmith, y 4 t olloflur and SIii,or. l'OUTLAM), OUF.CiO.V. i!j?Utst of refeltnces iveli. e 2j-'T- 7 HARDWARE, IRON AND STEEL, Hubs, SoUos. BCims. OAK, ASH AND HICKORY PLANK. XOItTIiKl 1 A THOMPSON, uur31.'7o-t- f lvtUiul. On sn, J. H. shepard, ht am) siioi: sToiti-:- , One door Xorth of Ackerm.ni Bros. "B Hita and Phoc made and rei aired as cbean V tbe cheapest. novl. "7i-t- f i r 1 .... - m THE HIGHEST PRICE FOR WHEAT. At all times, at tbe . OREGON CITY MILLS, Bt have on hand FEED and FLOUR to sell, at '"i ttc-- Parties desirins Eeed nmst furnish 'aw novli-t- f A. C. WALLING'S Pioneer JSooIc 15iinltr' fctta.v4 UuiidiD8 cor. of Stark and Trout Sts., O KT I.A X I, O R ECIO X. tJ'K BOOKS Rl'LED AND BOO'D TO ANY rtJ rtteru. Miisiu Botks. Jiagazines, Va t1"' tc- - b,,tlUl, n every variety of style JNtti lh trJ. Orders from the country JMUu.ltd to. novl. 75-t- f CON CITY BREWERY. i.4-- x IS ZTUt i ve w prtU ,h8 Vnhllc that they .rV&gfej tj J quality "fcmufactuw, a No. Ugoda?citHGER BEER. S . .nt-n.h-- a In tia State ui ET Sl'SAS M. BPAl'LDIXa. The foolish bud would fain become a flower; . And rtauut its heart out in the fair sunshine, Tbe ardont bloosom, treniulous on its vine Dreams only of a golden fruitful hour. Amber and amethyst, of royal dower. The perfect, purple clusters hang, and pine To iiur their .souls forth into perfumed wine Impatient leaning from their sheltered bower. O blind ones ! All your blonded fetorea of scent And subtle sweets to this poor end are spent; That man should idly quaff from sparkling glass Your dew and fire and spice : sighing, while e'er Your honey lingers on his Hps, Alas The bud, the bl.miii, the fruit ! How sweet they were !" Scribntr for December. XIHT WI.MtS. BY A. DARK.. N'tght winds, w hy haunt ye weary soulu. Com in;; from dusky dells where fragrant ferns With carved minarets prick all the ((loom. Ami incense breathe round dying days. While Summer sun to reddening ember burns ? Why whisper ye of glancing streams. Slipping o'er Handy xhallows, cool and fair, Wu.ere leap and glide the speckled, gleaming trout, 1 hat swift as silver lightnings flash When lured from hiding in a shadowed lair? Why murmur ye of singing pines That from unbending height, like pilgrim saiut. Uplift in constant, wordless, tragraut prayer, The grateful homage of their praise. Nor of htern Winter's grief make sad complaint? Why sing of restless, rolling seas Vhose teuipest voioe of strife and high disdain May rush to murmurs of sweet lullaby. On pebbly shore by fisher's cot Iu song of restful peace lose all its pain ' Oh, haunting, wooing winds of night ! Ye bring to weary souls, on soothing wius. Visions, of endless, far away delights. And lull to dreams of purest bliss The dearest boon that sleep to mortal brings ! Jtoston Transcript. OUT OF THE DUST. RY HELEX W. FIERSOX. The raw, bleak breaking of a Decem ber day in London is something to make the comfortable sleei)er in a lux urious bed congratulate himself that he is not forced to meet it. He turns and covers his head for tho moat delicious doze of all, while the damn, frostv rime clings to the pavement, and the .chill strikes like a bolt of ice to the very marrow of tho unfortunate wayfarer. Two children were making their way along the suburbs of the great city on such a morning. One a boy of twelve with a look of premature wisdom in his sharp eyes, limped somewhat as he walked. He had a hollow-cheeke- d, worn expression, a3 if the hand-to-han- d tus- sle with life, which he had endured from infancy, was almost too-much- , for him. He wore a pair of blue trowsers evidently cut down from a grown np pair, and proclaiming their origin. An old military cap snrmounted his thin, light locks, which were powdered with dust. lie held in one hand an old rake, and. by tho other he led his sister, a child of six, whose blue eyes and tangled curl- - wonld have made her pretty had she any advantages of cleanliness. She, too, schooled by the great forcing sys- tem of poverty, seems older than her years, . and toddles along bravely, though the cold bit her at every gap in her ragged dress. "Gimini!" exclaimed the boy, stop- ping to rub his numbed hands; "I wish I was a hangel, 'coz their clothes never gits ragged, and ain't they jist warm and comfortable, with air downy clouds soft as feather beds." lien was imaginative and poetical in his own way. . "Yes," answered Iiosie, with a con- templative air; "but, my! wouldn't the dust git in ver feathers when you was rakin'V" "Oh, yer a goose!" exclaimed Ben, with a laugh. "Do yer think the an- gels go a roolin among dust heaps. No, indeed! they jist sail round on the gold colored, cushiony clouds, and what did that air mission school feller say ? Oh, they sing; and some on eui play on golden harps!" llosie clasped her hands at the de- lightful picture, and as she did so a strain of music floated to her ear. It came from a church near, where the or- ganist was practicing the Christmas carol. The door stood open, and the two forlorn children drew timidly toward it. They had never been at church in their lives; but now there was no well-dresse- d crowd to frisrhten them away, and, scarcely daring to breathe, they stepped inside. The Christmas green were already up; holly leaves glistened; and crimson berries glowed; trailing vines drooped about the font. Shields, in crimson with golden mottoes, or blue and silver, framed with gretn, were placed on the tho walls. Fir trees stood in each cor ner; a spicy, piny fragrance, like the breath of the wintry woods, pervaded the place; and through it all trembled and pulsed the melodious waves of sound which seemed to bear the souls of the poor children up to the throne of ( od. "I don't see the angel with the gold- - en narp, exclaimed Kosie, looking tim ully up at the great organ, with its gild church nd burn down, and you an' me mnnedqim-- k and got one of those big gold stu ks wouldn't we be rich c" 'Lot:1Iu'em aint solid!" answered leii, with superior wisdom; "them's woml . will, .. i;4l :nr . . i. in. ir ! inn n i t .ere am t no angels here, goosey! ihey s upm evm and yer 'are to die '"K" lu J ue; so 1 was a jokin' about it, 'cos I ain't goiu' to die jest vet and leave pore little Rosie ." " ' The child clasped his hand with a smile. "I knows yer wouldn't, Ben!-- ' she answered with a quiet faith, as if every- thing was in her brother's hands. "An now we must go and rake in the dust heap," he said. "We've lost ten minutes. There's Mother Meg now." The old woman referred to under this friendly title nodded to them as she came up. She was a queer assortment of rags and tatters; every wrinkle and seam of age on her old face was filled with dust and ashes. Her gray hair and old mob-ca- p were plentifully powdered with the same. Her dress was made of an old bed ticking which had been fished out of the same dust heap at which they all worked. Its arrangement was ex- tremely simple having been left to re- tain its original shape, with the excep- tion of being curtailed sufficiently to allow of two straight sleeves. It was confined at the waist by a bit of strong twine, and was at once plain and service- able. Spite of her strange appearance, the children were fond of Mother Meg. They had no parents or relatives, and she had shown a friendliness to them that touched their forlorn hearts.' She gave them advice, and once had actually made Rosie a Christmas pres- ent . of a new drsss. She had been known to mend for them also, but Kosie could do it almost as well. She was superstitious and believed in dreams in fact, her dreams were the great embellishers and cheerers of her life and she had a firm faith that some time she would find her fortune in the dust heap. It seemed as if the time must soon come if there was to be any chance for her enjoying of it for she was now CO years old ; but her hope was still young. "To dream three times hand-runni- n is a sure sign, Ben," she would often say. "There's a good time comin' now. I don't know as it will be a check, but there's bin checks found in that air dust 'eap, and momentums likewise of great families, and my luck's "An wot will you do when it comes, Mother Meg?" Ben would inquire, with the most intense interest. I know wot I'd do. I'd take Rosie to the Crystal Palus an' stay there a week. We'd sleep under the hedges an' go in every day. Oh, wot larks!" "Yes, we'd do that, too," the old wo- man would say, very seriously; "but fust, I'd 'ave a 'ouse built for us a white un with a rose-win- e at the door. Lor'! I remember when I fust played about a door, there was a rose-win- e there; and I see it now, though it was a many and many long year ago! I've rooted in dust 'eaps all my life, but I've never forgot that air cliuibin' rose red ones they was. Oh, so sweet!" And the poor old woman would lean on her dust rake and dream of child- hood's roses, and the subtle fragrance seemed to steal through tho years and come to her senses onco more, while the great dust heap, that loomed like a mountain before them, and the sluggish canal that rolled near, melted away. All her castles in the air included the forlorn children a fact which showed that whatever the husk might appear that enshrined her soul, that soul was worthy of its origin. They now j'roceeded to the great mountain of dirt, where many busy workers were already employed. A casual observer, passing this great pile would never have dreamed of the vari- eties of industries it served. "Nothing but dust," one might have said with contempt, but in London the very dust heaps tbe sweepings and emptyings of ash-bin- s and rubbish are made to contribute not a little to the wealth of the people. This particular dust heap was so large that the workers appeared like ants in an ant-hil- l. The trade was divided in different departments, too, and no one encroached on the other. They were quite as honorable about that as the dealers in higher things. Mother Meg being one of the oldest workers had been allowed to introduce Ben long ago, and the cat de2iartment had been handed over to him. Rosie had, as it were, .been brought up at the dust heap since the time she could tod- dle there, and play with a few cinders that were sifted from it. Now she had a little rake, too, and joked around also in the hope of getting something. The decayed vegetable were picked out by some and sold for man a re; oth- ers gathered the tins, and sold them to be put in a furnace, where the solder would drop oil' and serve again; and Benny had all the cats, which were sold for theirjskins, thewhite ones beiug tho most valuable. "'Ere's my luck!" he cried, joyfully, a few moments after be had commenced, "A white un already!" But the moment he exclaimed, Rosie burst into tears. "It's Lily!" she cried. "Oh! my dar- ling little Lily! Oh, Ben! you will never go for to sell her!' Lily had been her pet kitten, and lost for a day or two. The poor chil- dren had lavished a good deal of affec- tion on Lily. The little, soft, pure white furry creature seemed a sort of elegant luxury in their poverty a friend to welcome them when they came home, something that loved them in spite of their misery and distress and Rosie had had a good cry when it was missed. But to meet it again, with its white fur soiled with dust, was too much for the tender-hearte- d child, and she went away near the fence and sat down to weep bitterly. "Never mind," Mother Peg whisper- ed. "I know a cat wot s got a whole batch of kitten, and now to-nigh- t's my birthday, and we'll celebrate it. I've got a sixpence, and we'll 'ave a couple o' saveloys they'se tasty and fill in' for the price and a crummy loaf." "An' some tamryne water looks like wine," interposed Ben; "golly wot larks!" And the hope of that simple feast cheered the two children mightily; but Rosie still let the tears fall as she brushed the dust out of Lily's coat. Within sight of tho dust-hea- p, but well back from the road, stood an appa- rently deserted mansion. The trees were bare that in summer quite screened it from view, and the green lawns were brown and bare. The window shutters were all closed and barred, not an eye of the great house was open. The vines had crept up those closed shutters, as if sealmg.the place doubly; everything was unkept and untrimmed about it. Some one stood now, however, at the rusty gate, and peered in wistfully at the overgrown paths. He was a shabby, liaggard-lookin- g young man of about twenty-fiv- e, and there seemed a touch l RZJ in his eJe9 as he stared about the place. "My God!" he exclaimed, at last; "to think I played there when a child and it should be mine and it is gone!" He groaned audibly; but there was no one near. The workers at the dust-hea- p did not even see him. "How the lawn used to glitter on those dewy mornings," he said, wildly; "and the flowers I have never seen any such flowers since! Oh, halls of my childhood, I bid you a long farewell!" And he turned hurriedly away and walked toward the slugglish canal, and stared into its muddy depths as if the problem that vexed his life might be solved there. Ben, in the meantime, delved busily away in the dust-hea- p. He had only been rewarded . by one black cat,' when he saw something shine, which made him plunge wildly among the dust and ashes. When he had the glittering thing fast in his hands, then he first dared to exclaim. "Sure, this is luck, boy!" cried Mother Meg, examining it. "This 'ere's gold an' wotever this skin is that it's last to is more than I know; but it's got writin' on it cur'us to write on a skin! There's bin a picter in this 'ere gold settin'." It was indeed the setting of a minia- ture that Ben had found. It had been rolled up in parchment, and made fast to it, but the picture had evidently fall- en to decay, and the gold and parchment endured. The setting was very heavy and elegant, and had evidently contain- ed great pearls, but they were gone.. "Golly!" exclaimed Ben, breathless with excitement; "air yer certain sure it's gold?" "Lor', yes brass would a-b- in as green as grass, yer see." "Then I'll have that 'ere 'ouse and the rose-win- e, Mother Meg, an' you'll live in it all the same, 'cos you've bin so good to ns!" cried Ben triumphantly. "Oh, 'twon't quite do that, Benny, boy," said the old woiuaa, with a tear in her dim eye; "but I thank yer kindly as yer 'ad it in yer 'art to say. It's worth a pooty penny, howsomdever. an wen it's time to knock oft" we'll see about it." " 'Tain't no use keepin' this 'ere skin, is it?" said Ben, giving it a twist, and learning a lesson of the toughness of parchment. "Oh, yes, keep it. I can make it out, perhaps, or will git somebody as kin read better. I'm cur'us wotever any one would write on that 'ere stuff." So Ben stuffed the roll in his ragged shirt, and worked on with a strange ex- hilaration all day. Rosie, too, seemed cheered by this smile of fortune, for she laid Lily in a safe nook at last, and began also to search the dust-hea- p, for which she was rewarded by finding quite a fresh bit of pink ribbon, which she tied on her hair, for Mother Meg's birthday celebratiou. Tho long day grew dim in a cold, gray wintry eclipse, and one by one the workers disposed of their gains to the men who regularly appeared to buy. The cat merchant did Hot get Lily, and quite sneered at the black oue, which he pronounced a "puflic skelling-ton;- " but Ben was too happy over his find to grumble. "If you won t buy the 'ouse, I'll I'll buy the dinners for a long time reg'lar tuck-ins,- " he said; "but I wouldn't want to spend it all that 'ere way, either, cos we wouldn't have noth-i- n' in the end. But I knows a place, too, that's such an out-an'-out- er sech tripe and taties like dollops and meal! Oh, my eyes! but I'll buy Rosie a red cloak and a 'im-book- ." "A 'im-book- ?" asked Mother Meg, doubtfully. "Well, wotever is that fur?" "Why, to learn them 'ims wot the an- gels sing, to be sure with them gold harps. SVouldn't we feel orkard like when we got to the 'evins, ef we didn't know nothin' about 'em?" Mother Meg pondered a few moments over this solid chunk of wisdom pro- pounded by the child.. JSfe had never thought of making ready for heaven in any way, though she nvusit b.e much nearer her end than little Sec. 01 course, she hoped Xo jceaoii Atat blessed haven where the mirerable poor, who are not criminal, expect to have all the losses and sorrows of this life made up to them. "Oh, ain't I hungry , just!" exclaimed Ben, who had only gnawed a crust at noon, and Rosie eehoed the sentiment. "Then we'll hurry up about that 'ere feast!" exclaimed Mother Meg, cheer- fully. - But the next moment, Ben, who pre- ceded the party uud whose eyes were young and sharp, cried out: "There's a feller takiu' a bath, least- ways, I seen a black head bobbin' up in the canal. Lor! I'm a green un to think anybody would take a bath this freezin day he's a drowndin'!" "He's drownded!' cried Mother Meg, hastening to the bank. But Ben, lame as he was, got before her. He could swim like a fish, and he reached the figure as it rose the third time. But he would not have been able to have brought his freight to land if it had not been for Mother Meg's rake, which she skilfully hooked in Ben's rags and brought both to shore. The young man lay as one dead. His face was ghastly pale, and his black curls clung in wet masses over his forehead. His lips were purple, but the old woman gave it as her verdict that life was in him. She went to work quite intelligently, too; laid his head lower than his body, and began rubbing and kneading him. Ben, too, worked away manfully, till the young man opened his eyes. "If we ad a drop o likker, now said Mother Meg. " 'Ere, we'll give up the feast, take my sixpence." " 'Ere's wot the black cat brought." said Ben, showing two pennies. "Get two pennyworth o gin, then, and run!" cried Mother Meg. But in taking out the money, Ben also drew out the roll of parchment he had found, and it fell dowa directly in front of the opening eyes of the half- - drowned man. "Am I dreaming?" he cried, as the gold setting of the miniature fell out. COURTESY OF BANCROFT LIBRARY and he saw the letters entwined in mon- ogram at the top. He seized it convulsively, and, look- ing at the parchment, uttered a cry. The lost title-dee- d of his old home had been rescued by a child from a dust-heap- ! He needed now no elixir to revive him. He had been so sick of life that he had been glad to let go the worth- less boon. Sinfully had he flung God's best gift at his Creator's feet because he had lost what makes life sweet. His wealth had drifted away from him, his home had been claimed by another, and his prom- ised bride forbidden by a overprudent father to see him again. Now, as he held that bit of parch- ment in his trembling hands, he felt that he held fast to life and hope once more. There was nothing near but the great dust-hea- p and the muddy canal, but he saw a fair vision of his stately home with its emerald lawn and fl ewer-gemme- d garden, and one, the loveliest flower of all blooming there! But h did not forget his humble friends. "God bless you!" he said, heartily. "You have saved my life, and something dearer. It will be my care to make you happy. A Fitzgerald never forget3 a favor." And then he gave the children the little change he had and pointed to the handsome house in the distance, saying, with deep emotion, "That is my home come and see me there!" And didn't they all have a feast that night with the juciest beefsteak and onions, and a "weal and 'am pie" and real beer, and didn't they indulge bright visions of the future, which were all realized, for Edward Fitzgerald built them a white cottage on his estate, and there they all lived together, and there was a climbing rose at the door! Mother Meg often gazed at it through dimmed tears, saying, "Yer see that dreams come true, and I've got the for-ti- n. though it came through you, Ben- ny, my boy." Mother Meg would scarcely be recog- nized now as she sits knitting at the flower-fr- amed window. Her gray hair is neatly put away under a snowy cap, and her tidy black dress is scrupulously free from dust. "She lived in dirt so long," she says, "she can't ar it now for all they'd never a-b- in where they are but for the dust-heap.- " Rosie grows like a flower in that pleas- ant little home. She goes to school with Ben, and they can both read and learn the hymns which her brother has set- tled are the very ones sung by the shin- ing ones to their harps of gold in the New Jerusalem. The Shipping Interests. The following table shows the present seagoing sail and steamer tonnage of the various nations according to the care- fully prepared statement of the Bureau Veritas, a world organization for the classification of vessels (gross tonnage) : -- STEAMF.RS.- Xo. Tonnage. No. Tonnage. British 2i),'Jj u.SU'.Slif, a.'-h- 3,:Wi,W2 American 7.2SS J,3U0.5'21 iH2 7KS.728 Norwegian 4.7J9 l,410.1Mj:i liii Italian 4.001 l,29!.07ti 114 'J7.582 Herman :i.4rG H75.04H TMi French a.r 725 .1)48 314 3:14,334 Spanish 2.1(15 5.17 ,82u 24(1 170.250 (irei-- 2.1KU 420..0G II 7,133 Dutch 1,432 S'Jtf.UiCt 120 13 1,600 Swedish 2.121 3V9.128 all 88.07 RllHsiau l,7x.r. :nl,9.r2 151 1O5.U02 Austrian : H5:l 338.084 78 81,209 banish.. 1.38 188.9M Si 00,097 PortugeHe 4.-.- 0 103,010 20 22,277 So. Anieric'n.. 273 !).,4S9 81 59.023 (VI Auiariu'u.. 153 57.944 0 3,132 Turkiab :(" 48,289 3:( 28,204 Belgian 54 33,344 46,700 Asiatic 42 10.019 11 10,877 African 3 454 .. Total 07,208 15,5.r3,3G8 0.771 5,080,842 Practical Evolutiox. It has been reserved for a German lady, Fraulein Marie Von Chauvin, to accomplish one of tho most remarkable feats in evolution on record the changing of an amphibious gilled double-breathin- g animal into one that is lung-breathin- g and land-inhabitin- g. The subject was the Mexican gilled salamander or axolotl. Fraulein Von Chauvin owes her repeated success to gradually accus- toming the animal to life on land and exorcising instant care as to its health and diet. Five strong axolotls were se- lected and were first kept in shallow water. Here they did not thrive, and the bolder measure of putting them di- rectly on land was resorted to. Tepid baths twice a day ke2t up cutaneous respiration, and during the intervals be- tween the baths wet moss was packed against the bodies. It is stated that the gills and tail fiu seemed to shrivel by actual drying, through the action of the air, and that they were not absorbed by the vital processes of the animal itself. This is considered bj- - Prof. Huxley to be a most interesting point, as it shows how the first air breathing amphibia may have been evolved from double breathers by a succession of dry sea- sons, that is, by purely mechanical causes. Scientific A mericitii . Small Gains. The following para- graph, taken -- from an exchange, shows how easy it is to accumulate a fortune, jjrovided proper steps are taken. The table shows what would be the result at the end of fifty years by saving a cer- tain amount each day and puttiug it at interest at the low rate of six per cent.: Daily saving. The result. One cent 950 Ten cents 9.504 Twenty centa 19.006 Thirty cents 28,512 Korty centa 38.015 Firty cents 47,520 Sixty cent? 57,024 Seventy cents 00.528 Bighty cents 70,032 Ninety cents 83.537 One dollar. 85.041 Five dollars 472,208 Nearly every person wastes enough in twenty or thirty years, which, if saved and carefully invested, would make a family quite independent; but the prin- ciple of smell savings has been lost sight of in the general desire to become suddenly Wealthy by some fortunate speculation. Cosclusive. "Mankind," said a preacher, "includes woman; for man embraces woman." r .. .... .. Hide-Bou- nd Trees. The practice of slitting the outer bark of fruit trees perpendicularly has its friends and enemies. We are of the latter. It deals with the effect instead of the cause. The cambium layer is that from which a zone of growth (in exogenous plants) is, annually added both to the sap-woo- d and to the inner bark. The outer bark is finally exfoli- ated or rent in fissures or scaled off by the action of the weather. Trees that are starved increase in growth slowly and the outer bark becomes so indurat- ed as to resist, to a certain extent, their growth by retarding the upward pas- sage of tho crude sap from the root to the leaves and of the elaborated sap downward. But we think it may be questioned whether it is not well that its growth should be retarded. Surely, if it is true that a tree becomes "hide- bound" because it js starved, increasing its size is not going to remedy the evil since we do but furnish more mouths, so to speak, to be fed by the same amount of food. We have seen many trees thus treat- ed. The stems would noticeably in- crease iu size the next year or so, but there was jio corresponding evidence of vigor apparent. In most instances it has seemed to us their vigor was impair- ed. These perpendicular slits, more- over, afford convenient lodgments for water or moisture, and insects seek such crevices for shelter or depositing their eggs. It seems to us that the natural remedy for hide-boun- d trees is to en- rich the earth as far as the roots extend , and that then the cambium layer, in- creased in quantity and nutriment, will soon form new liber and alburnum that the outer bark must expand and the stem soon become evenly and sufficient- ly developed. Rural J'ew Yitrk. In a communication to the French Academy of Sciences, M. Duplessis gives a remarkable instance of the trans- mission of disaase from one crop to an- other by the agency of floods. He says that of a field of rye on the banks of the Loire, one half was attacked with the disease known as ergot or smut, while the other half was entirely free from all traces of disease. The precious crop had been one of vetches, in which this disease has never been known to occur, so that the occurences could not be trac- ed to that score; nor were there any oth- er fields of rye near. It was noticed that the line of demarcation between the healthy and unhealthy parts of tho field was just the limit reached by an over- flow of the river. Some distance from this field was another crop of rye, which had been attacked with ergot in the pre- vious year. The inference is that the germs of the disease were brought down by tho waters of the Loire from the in- - fected field, which they overflow, to the lower field, which was also flooded iu part. It is well known that disease to which human beings and animals are liable, such as typhoid fever and chol- era, may bo conveyed from one .district to another by running water, and even more frequent injury to Crops and cat- tle is occasioned by floods in mining and manufacturing districts.' Large tracts of land are at this moment lying waste and worthless through tue effects of poisonous refuse brought down from mines and factories, and carried by floods over fields on the banks of the stream, which have thereby been poi- soned. All traces of vegetation have been destroyed, cattle and birds have been poisoned, by feeding on ground newly flooded iu this way- .- London Country. Eveby laud-own- er should know that he has a clear title to his real estate. A very small thing may, in the course of time, serve as a foundation upon which to set up a fraudulent claim. Deeds are frequently not recorded whioh form an important link in the chain; and, as time passes away, and the circumstances are forgotten, noono questions the title, and all is well. Y'ears afterward, when the previous owners are dead, some ques- tion comes up, some widow or minor heirs put in a claim, and a lawsuit, with its expenses and delay, is the result. There are thousands of farmers who are not able to describe their farms by sec- tion, town and range ;aud, if they were called on to do so before a court they would ignominiously fail. There are so many ways of clouding a title that the best of men are sometimes imposed on. A farm may be erroneously sold at a tax-sal- e, or a judgment may be errone- ously written and the wrong description placed on record. It is, therefore, im- portant to keep your tax-receip- ts, for- ever, if need be; and, in case an errone- ous judgment is found against the prop- erty, not to trust some one el so to have it corrected, but attend to it at once. Releases of mortages should be looked after, and a strict compliance with the law be required. There is a penalty for neglecting to release a mortgage when it has been paid; but a great many mort- gagees live outside the State, and con- sequently are not get-at-abl- e. While health lasts and witnesses are alive, let the matter be attended to. Chicago Tri- bune. I have lined my poultry buildings throughout with tarred paper for two years, putting it between every piece of board or timber, and even into nests, and so far, have not seen a louse about. I had a hen-hous- e overrun with lice years ago, but upon liniag it with tar- red paper they disappeared and have not been seen since. Poultry TKorW. An old farmer, one of Judge Poland's early associates, recently called upon him at Lyndon, Vt., and was invited to take dinner at the hotel. When the old man took his seat at the table one of the writers laid a bill of fare before him, but lie promptly handed it back, saying, "Judge Poland settles my bill." Corn as Human Food. One pound of corn is equal as food to three and three-quarte- rs pounds of potatoes, or eight and one-ha- lf pounds of cabbage, b df Dounds of white J turnips. Gennantown Telegraph. Some Dream Stories. The Jackson Patriot says that cot long ago Thomas I. Daniel, the stenographer in his circuit, had a droam in which the practical events of every-da- y life were . portrayed with vividness and afterward came to pass. In his dream he was about to go to Ann Harbor, and look- ing at the clock, he saw it marked 9, and, as he had about one hour to spare, he sat down to some work. In a short time he looked up again and saw the hands in the same position as when he looked before, the clock having stop- ped. His watch said it was but ten minutes before the train time, and it was only by running that he succeeded iu reaching the train. He awoke, went to sleep again, and again his brain began to lift the veil from the future. . e Last spring he lost an overcoat, and in his second dream Sheriff Webster told him that the coat was at the jail, and that Deputy Smith was connected with the loss. When he awoke the next morning he said to himself that it wa? only a dream and dismissed the subject from his min i. The dreams were re- called suddenly a day or two since, by his clock stopping and his nearly miss- - , ing the train. All the incidents were exactly as portrayed in hif I'ream, and of this coincidence he spoke to Sheriff Webster, and also related his other dreaui. Sheriff Webster told him that Deputy Smith had a coat at the j til which he found in the court-roo- last spring, aud subsequent investigation showed it to be Daniel's coat. The dream in regard to the train calls to mind an incident which happeued about three years ago to one of the editors of the Republican. He was visiting friends at Potterville, wheie ha remained over night. He was exceed- ingly anxions to reach Lansing by the morning train, which passed the station at an early hour. His friends told him that they "wonld call him in time, and so he rested contented. In the latter part of the night he dreamed that he was seated at the breakfast table, and when the meal was partly finished the train whistled on its approach to the station. He seized his overcoat, not even taking time to put it on, and ran with all spied for the depot, but when within about ten rods of the building, the train jjulled out and ho was leit. When he greeted his friends ia the morning, he related his dream, and when they sat down to breakfast he was assured that it was fully three-quarte- rs of an hour before the train would be along. The meal was partly over when " toot " went the whistle of the engine, and some very good time for a repre- sentative of the press was made on the road to the depot, Lut it was not fast enough to catch the train. Tho dream came to pass in every particular, much to the disgust of the dreamer. A lady who resides on Townsead street in'this city firmly lelieve that dreams do come to pass. A few weeks ago she had a different idea. She is one of those methodical housekeepers who have a place for everything and every- thing in its place. It may be well to re- mark that there are no small children in the family. This lady keep a mo- lasses jug, and that jug Las always Leu in its proper place, with the exception of now and then a trip to the groeerj for a new supply of sweetness. Several days ago that molasses jug came up missing, and if there was a sorrowful face on a woman it belonged to that lady. The value of the molasses jug wits nothing ; but to lose itinherownJx&Ais, where she could go in the dark and find anything she wanted! For nearly two weeks her waking hours were trouble in meditating on that jug, and finally she dreamed of it. She thought she went down cellar and removed a large tin can whieh for some time had ?t,od bottom side up on a shelf, and under it she found her molasses jug She i$ still puzzled to know how it ever came there, as she has no recollection of re? moving it from its usual place, and her husband and grown-u- p son deny any agency in in the mysterious trausfer. Isiysitg, Mich., Republican. Restaurant Waiters. Doubtless their swallow-tai- l coats and white chok- ers help to give the restaurant waiters their frequent resemblance to members of the learned profession. One of our most distinguished public men or his double may be seen any day carrying a tray in the dining-roo- m of ahotol near Grace Church. The counterpart of a well-know- n Doctor of Sacred Theology serves at a restaurant farther up town. When I dine at these places I feel like asking these gentlemen to be seated and let me wait upon them. At the village of B. the barber looks so much like a certain reverend bishop, that I can never get used to submitting myself to his pro- fessional attention. But when you come to look closely into the physiognomy and phrenology of these doubles, you find a curious blankness ; or, speaking artistically, a lack of firmness and of character in the drawing. Somewhere in the face or in the head is betrayed the want of intel- lectual or moral stamina. Do you not often feel something of the same lack in the faces of men whose reputation is wide? It would be inter- esting to note whether in such cases the reputation has not been merely through the possession of extraordinary facul- ties of the mechanical sort such as memory, application, etc., faculties which generally go with genius and in- sight, but which often themselves suf- fice for the making of contemporary fame. The Old Cabinet ; Scribner for December. When a Newark lover leaves the house of his adored one at a late hour in the evening, and walks musingly homeward beneath the twinkling stars, his fond fancy pictures her clothed in white samite, resting 8wee"nP 5f pillow, with her unbound hair sleeping face, and angels Ending over her couch whupenaff Heavenly dreams. Perhaps that very moment, though, she is in the pantry, gnawing hungrily on a ham-bone- . ) x
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The foolish bud would fain become a flower;. And rtauut its heart out in the fair sunshine,
Tbe ardont bloosom, treniulous on its vineDreams only of a golden fruitful hour.
Amber and amethyst, of royal dower.The perfect, purple clusters hang, and pineTo iiur their .souls forth into perfumed wineImpatient leaning from their sheltered bower.
O blind ones ! All your blonded fetorea of scentAnd subtle sweets to this poor end are spent;That man should idly quaff from sparkling glass
Your dew and fire and spice : sighing, while e'erYour honey lingers on his Hps, AlasThe bud, the bl.miii, the fruit ! How sweet they
were !" Scribntr for December.
XIHT WI.MtS.BY A. DARK..
N'tght winds, w hy haunt ye weary soulu.Com in;; from dusky dells where fragrant ferns
With carved minarets prick all the ((loom.Ami incense breathe round dying days.
While Summer sun to reddening ember burns ?
Why whisper ye of glancing streams.Slipping o'er Handy xhallows, cool and fair,
Wu.ere leap and glide the speckled, gleaming trout,1 hat swift as silver lightnings flash
When lured from hiding in a shadowed lair?Why murmur ye of singing pines
That from unbending height, like pilgrim saiut.Uplift in constant, wordless, tragraut prayer,The grateful homage of their praise.
Nor of htern Winter's grief make sad complaint?Why sing of restless, rolling seas
Vhose teuipest voioe of strife and high disdainMay rush to murmurs of sweet lullaby.On pebbly shore by fisher's cot
Iu song of restful peace lose all its pain '
Oh, haunting, wooing winds of night !Ye bring to weary souls, on soothing wius.Visions, of endless, far away delights.
And lull to dreams of purest blissThe dearest boon that sleep to mortal brings !
Jtoston Transcript.
OUT OF THE DUST.RY HELEX W. FIERSOX.
The raw, bleak breaking of a December day in London is something tomake the comfortable sleei)er in a luxurious bed congratulate himself that heis not forced to meet it. He turns andcovers his head for tho moat deliciousdoze of all, while the damn, frostv rimeclings to the pavement, and the .chillstrikes like a bolt of ice to the verymarrow of tho unfortunate wayfarer.
Two children were making their wayalong the suburbs of the great city onsuch a morning. One a boy of twelvewith a look of premature wisdom in hissharp eyes, limped somewhat as hewalked. He had a hollow-cheeke- d, wornexpression, a3 if the hand-to-han- d tus-sle with life, which he had enduredfrom infancy, was almost too-much- , forhim. He wore a pair of blue trowsersevidently cut down from a grown nppair, and proclaiming their origin. Anold military cap snrmounted his thin,light locks, which were powdered withdust. lie held in one hand an old rake,and. by tho other he led his sister, achild of six, whose blue eyes and tangledcurl- - wonld have made her pretty hadshe any advantages of cleanliness. She,too, schooled by the great forcing sys-tem of poverty, seems older than heryears, . and toddles along bravely,though the cold bit her at every gap inher ragged dress.
"Gimini!" exclaimed the boy, stop-ping to rub his numbed hands; "I wishI was a hangel, 'coz their clothes nevergits ragged, and ain't they jist warmand comfortable, with air downy cloudssoft as feather beds."
lien was imaginative and poetical inhis own way.
. "Yes," answered Iiosie, with a con-templative air; "but, my! wouldn't thedust git in ver feathers when you wasrakin'V"
"Oh, yer a goose!" exclaimed Ben,with a laugh. "Do yer think the an-gels go a roolin among dust heaps. No,indeed! they jist sail round on the goldcolored, cushiony clouds, and what didthat air mission school feller say ? Oh,they sing; and some on eui play ongolden harps!"
llosie clasped her hands at the de-lightful picture, and as she did so astrain of music floated to her ear. Itcame from a church near, where the or-ganist was practicing the Christmascarol. The door stood open, and thetwo forlorn children drew timidlytoward it. They had never been atchurch in their lives; but now there wasno well-dresse- d crowd to frisrhten themaway, and, scarcely daring to breathe,they stepped inside.
The Christmas green were alreadyup; holly leaves glistened; and crimsonberries glowed; trailing vines droopedabout the font. Shields, in crimsonwith golden mottoes, or blue and silver,framed with gretn, were placed on thetho walls. Fir trees stood in each corner; a spicy, piny fragrance, like thebreath of the wintry woods, pervadedthe place; and through it all trembledand pulsed the melodious waves ofsound which seemed to bear the soulsof the poor children up to the throne of( od.
"I don't see the angel with the gold- -en narp, exclaimed Kosie, looking timully up at the great organ, with its gildchurch nd burn down, and you an' memnnedqim-- k and got one of those biggold stu ks wouldn't we be rich c"
'Lot:1Iu'em aint solid!" answeredleii, with superior wisdom; "them'swoml . will, .. i;4l :nr . .i. in. ir ! inn n it .ere am t no angels here, goosey!ihey s upm evm and yer 'are to die'"K" lu J ue; so 1 was a jokin' aboutit, 'cos I ain't goiu' to die jest vet andleave pore little Rosie ." " '
The child clasped his hand with asmile.
"I knows yer wouldn't, Ben!-- ' sheanswered with a quiet faith, as if every-thing was in her brother's hands.
"An now we must go and rake in thedust heap," he said. "We've lost tenminutes. There's Mother Meg now."
The old woman referred to under thisfriendly title nodded to them as shecame up.
She was a queer assortment of ragsand tatters; every wrinkle and seam ofage on her old face was filled with dustand ashes. Her gray hair and old mob-ca- p
were plentifully powdered with thesame. Her dress was made of an oldbed ticking which had been fished outof the same dust heap at which they
all worked. Its arrangement was ex-tremely simple having been left to re-tain its original shape, with the excep-tion of being curtailed sufficiently toallow of two straight sleeves. It wasconfined at the waist by a bit of strongtwine, and was at once plain and service-able.
Spite of her strange appearance, thechildren were fond of Mother Meg.They had no parents or relatives, andshe had shown a friendliness to themthat touched their forlorn hearts.'
She gave them advice, and once hadactually made Rosie a Christmas pres-ent . of a new drsss. She had beenknown to mend for them also, but Kosiecould do it almost as well.
She was superstitious and believedin dreams in fact, her dreams were thegreat embellishers and cheerers of herlife and she had a firm faith that sometime she would find her fortune in thedust heap.
It seemed as if the time must sooncome if there was to be any chance forher enjoying of it for she was now COyears old ; but her hope was still young.
"To dream three times hand-runni- n
is a sure sign, Ben," she would oftensay. "There's a good time comin' now.I don't know as it will be a check, butthere's bin checks found in that air dust'eap, and momentums likewise of greatfamilies, and my luck's
"An wot will you do when it comes,Mother Meg?" Ben would inquire, withthe most intense interest. I know wotI'd do. I'd take Rosie to the CrystalPalus an' stay there a week. We'd sleepunder the hedges an' go in every day.Oh, wot larks!"
"Yes, we'd do that, too," the old wo-man would say, very seriously; "butfust, I'd 'ave a 'ouse built for us awhite un with a rose-win- e at the door.Lor'! I remember when I fust playedabout a door, there was a rose-win- e
there; and I see it now, though it was amany and many long year ago! I'verooted in dust 'eaps all my life, but I'venever forgot that air cliuibin' rose redones they was. Oh, so sweet!"
And the poor old woman would leanon her dust rake and dream of child-hood's roses, and the subtle fragranceseemed to steal through tho years andcome to her senses onco more, while thegreat dust heap, that loomed like amountain before them, and the sluggishcanal that rolled near, melted away.
All her castles in the air included theforlorn children a fact which showedthat whatever the husk might appearthat enshrined her soul, that soul wasworthy of its origin.
They now j'roceeded to the greatmountain of dirt, where many busyworkers were already employed. Acasual observer, passing this great pilewould never have dreamed of the vari-eties of industries it served.
"Nothing but dust," one might havesaid with contempt, but in London thevery dust heaps tbe sweepings andemptyings of ash-bin- s and rubbish aremade to contribute not a little to thewealth of the people.
This particular dust heap was so largethat the workers appeared like ants inan ant-hil- l. The trade was divided indifferent departments, too, and no oneencroached on the other. They werequite as honorable about that as thedealers in higher things.
Mother Meg being one of the oldestworkers had been allowed to introduceBen long ago, and the cat de2iartmenthad been handed over to him. Rosiehad, as it were, .been brought up at thedust heap since the time she could tod-dle there, and play with a few cindersthat were sifted from it. Now she hada little rake, too, and joked aroundalso in the hope of getting something.
The decayed vegetable were pickedout by some and sold for man a re; oth-ers gathered the tins, and sold them tobe put in a furnace, where the solderwould drop oil' and serve again; andBenny had all the cats, which were soldfor theirjskins, thewhite ones beiug thomost valuable.
"'Ere's my luck!" he cried, joyfully,a few moments after be had commenced,"A white un already!"
But the moment he exclaimed, Rosieburst into tears.
"It's Lily!" she cried. "Oh! my dar-ling little Lily! Oh, Ben! you willnever go for to sell her!'
Lily had been her pet kitten, andlost for a day or two. The poor chil-dren had lavished a good deal of affec-tion on Lily. The little, soft, purewhite furry creature seemed a sort ofelegant luxury in their poverty a friendto welcome them when they came home,something that loved them in spite oftheir misery and distress and Rosiehad had a good cry when it was missed.
But to meet it again, with its whitefur soiled with dust, was too much forthe tender-hearte- d child, and she wentaway near the fence and sat down toweep bitterly.
"Never mind," Mother Peg whisper-ed. "I know a cat wot s got a wholebatch of kitten, and now to-nigh-t's mybirthday, and we'll celebrate it. I'vegot a sixpence, and we'll 'ave a coupleo' saveloys they'se tasty and fill in' forthe price and a crummy loaf."
"An' some tamryne water looks likewine," interposed Ben; "golly wotlarks!"
And the hope of that simple feastcheered the two children mightily; butRosie still let the tears fall as shebrushed the dust out of Lily's coat.
Within sight of tho dust-hea- p, butwell back from the road, stood an appa-rently deserted mansion. The treeswere bare that in summer quite screenedit from view, and the green lawns werebrown and bare. The window shutterswere all closed and barred, not an eyeof the great house was open. The vineshad crept up those closed shutters, asif sealmg.the place doubly; everythingwas unkept and untrimmed about it.Some one stood now, however, at therusty gate, and peered in wistfully at theovergrown paths. He was a shabby,liaggard-lookin- g young man of abouttwenty-fiv- e, and there seemed a touchl RZJ in his eJe9 as he staredabout the place."My God!" he exclaimed, at last; "to
think I played there when a child andit should be mine and it is gone!"
He groaned audibly; but there was noone near. The workers at the dust-hea- p
did not even see him."How the lawn used to glitter on
those dewy mornings," he said, wildly;"and the flowers I have never seen anysuch flowers since! Oh, halls of mychildhood, I bid you a long farewell!"
And he turned hurriedly away andwalked toward the slugglish canal, andstared into its muddy depths as if theproblem that vexed his life might besolved there.
Ben, in the meantime, delved busilyaway in the dust-hea- p. He had onlybeen rewarded . by one black cat,' whenhe saw something shine, which madehim plunge wildly among the dust andashes. When he had the glitteringthing fast in his hands, then he firstdared to exclaim.
"Sure, this is luck, boy!" cried MotherMeg, examining it. "This 'ere's goldan' wotever this skin is that it's last tois more than I know; but it's got writin'on it cur'us to write on a skin! There'sbin a picter in this 'ere gold settin'."
It was indeed the setting of a minia-ture that Ben had found. It had beenrolled up in parchment, and made fastto it, but the picture had evidently fall-en to decay, and the gold and parchmentendured. The setting was very heavyand elegant, and had evidently contain-ed great pearls, but they were gone..
"Golly!" exclaimed Ben, breathlesswith excitement; "air yer certain sureit's gold?"
"Lor', yes brass would a-b- in as greenas grass, yer see."
"Then I'll have that 'ere 'ouse and therose-win- e, Mother Meg, an' you'll livein it all the same, 'cos you've bin sogood to ns!" cried Ben triumphantly.
"Oh, 'twon't quite do that, Benny,boy," said the old woiuaa, with a tearin her dim eye; "but I thank yer kindlyas yer 'ad it in yer 'art to say. It'sworth a pooty penny, howsomdever. anwen it's time to knock oft" we'll see aboutit."
" 'Tain't no use keepin' this 'ere skin,is it?" said Ben, giving it a twist, andlearning a lesson of the toughness ofparchment.
"Oh, yes, keep it. I can make it out,perhaps, or will git somebody as kinread better. I'm cur'us wotever anyone would write on that 'ere stuff."
So Ben stuffed the roll in his raggedshirt, and worked on with a strange ex-hilaration all day. Rosie, too, seemedcheered by this smile of fortune, forshe laid Lily in a safe nook at last, andbegan also to search the dust-hea- p, forwhich she was rewarded by findingquite a fresh bit of pink ribbon, whichshe tied on her hair, for Mother Meg'sbirthday celebratiou.
Tho long day grew dim in a cold,gray wintry eclipse, and one by one theworkers disposed of their gains to themen who regularly appeared to buy.
The cat merchant did Hot get Lily,and quite sneered at the black oue,which he pronounced a "puflic skelling-ton;- "
but Ben was too happy over hisfind to grumble.
"If you won t buy the 'ouse, I'llI'll buy the dinners for a long timereg'lar tuck-ins,- " he said; "but Iwouldn't want to spend it all that 'ereway, either, cos we wouldn't have noth-i- n'
in the end. But I knows a place, too,that's such an out-an'-out- er sech tripeand taties like dollops and meal! Oh,my eyes! but I'll buy Rosie a red cloakand a 'im-book- ."
"A 'im-book- ?" asked Mother Meg,doubtfully. "Well, wotever is thatfur?"
"Why, to learn them 'ims wot the an-gels sing, to be sure with them goldharps. SVouldn't we feel orkard likewhen we got to the 'evins, ef we didn'tknow nothin' about 'em?"
Mother Meg pondered a few momentsover this solid chunk of wisdom pro-pounded by the child.. JSfe had neverthought of making ready for heaven inany way, though she nvusit b.e muchnearer her end than little Sec.
01 course, she hoped Xo jceaoii Atatblessed haven where the mirerable poor,who are not criminal, expect to haveall the losses and sorrows of this lifemade up to them.
"Oh, ain't I hungry , just!" exclaimedBen, who had only gnawed a crust atnoon, and Rosie eehoed the sentiment.
"Then we'll hurry up about that 'erefeast!" exclaimed Mother Meg, cheer-fully. -
But the next moment, Ben, who pre-ceded the party uud whose eyes wereyoung and sharp, cried out:
"There's a feller takiu' a bath, least-ways, I seen a black head bobbin' up inthe canal. Lor! I'm a green un tothink anybody would take a bath thisfreezin day he's a drowndin'!"
"He's drownded!' cried Mother Meg,hastening to the bank.
But Ben, lame as he was, got beforeher.
He could swim like a fish, and hereached the figure as it rose the thirdtime. But he would not have been ableto have brought his freight to land if ithad not been for Mother Meg's rake,which she skilfully hooked in Ben'srags and brought both to shore.
The young man lay as one dead. Hisface was ghastly pale, and his blackcurls clung in wet masses over hisforehead. His lips were purple, butthe old woman gave it as her verdictthat life was in him. She went to workquite intelligently, too; laid his headlower than his body, and began rubbingand kneading him. Ben, too, workedaway manfully, till the young manopened his eyes.
"If we ad a drop o likker, nowsaid Mother Meg. " 'Ere, we'll giveup the feast, take my sixpence."
" 'Ere's wot the black cat brought."said Ben, showing two pennies.
"Get two pennyworth o gin, then,and run!" cried Mother Meg.
But in taking out the money, Ben alsodrew out the roll of parchment he hadfound, and it fell dowa directly in frontof the opening eyes of the half- - drownedman.
"Am I dreaming?" he cried, as thegold setting of the miniature fell out.
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and he saw the letters entwined in mon-ogram at the top.
He seized it convulsively, and, look-ing at the parchment, uttered a cry.The lost title-dee- d of his old home hadbeen rescued by a child from a dust-heap- !
He needed now no elixir to revivehim. He had been so sick of life thathe had been glad to let go the worth-less boon.
Sinfully had he flung God's best giftat his Creator's feet because he had lostwhat makes life sweet. His wealth haddrifted away from him, his home hadbeen claimed by another, and his prom-ised bride forbidden by a overprudentfather to see him again.
Now, as he held that bit of parch-ment in his trembling hands, he feltthat he held fast to life and hope oncemore. There was nothing near but thegreat dust-hea- p and the muddy canal,but he saw a fair vision of his statelyhome with its emerald lawn and fl ewer-gemme- d
garden, and one, the loveliestflower of all blooming there!
But h did not forget his humblefriends. "God bless you!" he said,heartily. "You have saved my life, andsomething dearer. It will be my careto make you happy. A Fitzgerald neverforget3 a favor."
And then he gave the children thelittle change he had and pointed to thehandsome house in the distance, saying,with deep emotion, "That is my home
come and see me there!"And didn't they all have a feast that
night with the juciest beefsteak andonions, and a "weal and 'am pie" andreal beer, and didn't they indulgebright visions of the future, which wereall realized, for Edward Fitzgeraldbuilt them a white cottage on his estate,and there they all lived together, andthere was a climbing rose at the door!Mother Meg often gazed at it throughdimmed tears, saying, "Yer see thatdreams come true, and I've got the for-ti- n.
though it came through you, Ben-ny, my boy."
Mother Meg would scarcely be recog-nized now as she sits knitting at the flower-fr-
amed window. Her gray hair isneatly put away under a snowy cap, andher tidy black dress is scrupulouslyfree from dust. "She lived in dirt solong," she says, "she can't ar itnow for all they'd never a-b- in wherethey are but for the dust-heap.- "
Rosie grows like a flower in that pleas-ant little home. She goes to school withBen, and they can both read and learnthe hymns which her brother has set-tled are the very ones sung by the shin-ing ones to their harps of gold in theNew Jerusalem.
The Shipping Interests.The following table shows the present
seagoing sail and steamer tonnage of thevarious nations according to the care-fully prepared statement of the BureauVeritas, a world organization for theclassification of vessels (gross tonnage) :
-- STEAMF.RS.-Xo. Tonnage. No. Tonnage.
British 2i),'Jj u.SU'.Slif, a.'-h- 3,:Wi,W2American 7.2SS J,3U0.5'21 iH2 7KS.728Norwegian 4.7J9 l,410.1Mj:i liiiItalian 4.001 l,29!.07ti 114 'J7.582Herman :i.4rG H75.04H TMiFrench a.r 725 .1)48 314 3:14,334Spanish 2.1(15 5.17 ,82u 24(1 170.250(irei-- 2.1KU 420..0G II 7,133Dutch 1,432 S'Jtf.UiCt 120 13 1,600Swedish 2.121 3V9.128 all 88.07RllHsiau l,7x.r. :nl,9.r2 151 1O5.U02Austrian : H5:l 338.084 78 81,209banish.. 1.38 188.9M Si 00,097PortugeHe 4.-.-0 103,010 20 22,277So. Anieric'n.. 273 !).,4S9 81 59.023(VI Auiariu'u.. 153 57.944 0 3,132Turkiab :(" 48,289 3:( 28,204Belgian 54 33,344 46,700Asiatic 42 10.019 11 10,877African 3 454 . .
Total 07,208 15,5.r3,3G8 0.771 5,080,842
Practical Evolutiox. It has beenreserved for a German lady, FrauleinMarie Von Chauvin, to accomplishone of tho most remarkable feats inevolution on record the changing ofan amphibious gilled double-breathin- g
animal into one that is lung-breathin- g
and land-inhabitin- g. The subjectwas the Mexican gilled salamander oraxolotl. Fraulein Von Chauvin owesher repeated success to gradually accus-toming the animal to life on land andexorcising instant care as to its healthand diet. Five strong axolotls were se-
lected and were first kept in shallowwater. Here they did not thrive, andthe bolder measure of putting them di-
rectly on land was resorted to. Tepidbaths twice a day ke2t up cutaneousrespiration, and during the intervals be-tween the baths wet moss was packedagainst the bodies. It is stated that thegills and tail fiu seemed to shrivel byactual drying, through the action of theair, and that they were not absorbed bythe vital processes of the animal itself.This is considered bj-- Prof. Huxley tobe a most interesting point, as it showshow the first air breathing amphibiamay have been evolved from doublebreathers by a succession of dry sea-sons, that is, by purely mechanicalcauses. Scientific A mericitii .
Small Gains. The following para-graph, taken -- from an exchange, showshow easy it is to accumulate a fortune,jjrovided proper steps are taken. Thetable shows what would be the result atthe end of fifty years by saving a cer-tain amount each day and puttiug it atinterest at the low rate of six per cent.:Daily saving. The result.One cent 950Ten cents 9.504Twenty centa 19.006Thirty cents 28,512Korty centa 38.015Firty cents 47,520Sixty cent? 57,024Seventy cents 00.528Bighty cents 70,032Ninety cents 83.537One dollar. 85.041Five dollars 472,208
Nearly every person wastes enough intwenty or thirty years, which, if savedand carefully invested, would make afamily quite independent; but the prin-ciple of smell savings has been lostsight of in the general desire to becomesuddenly Wealthy by some fortunatespeculation.
Cosclusive. "Mankind," said apreacher, "includes woman; for manembraces woman."
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Hide-Bou- nd Trees.The practice of slitting the outer
bark of fruit trees perpendicularly hasits friends and enemies. We are of thelatter. It deals with the effect insteadof the cause. The cambium layer isthat from which a zone of growth (inexogenous plants) is, annually addedboth to the sap-woo- d and to the innerbark. The outer bark is finally exfoli-ated or rent in fissures or scaled off bythe action of the weather. Trees thatare starved increase in growth slowlyand the outer bark becomes so indurat-ed as to resist, to a certain extent, theirgrowth by retarding the upward pas-sage of tho crude sap from the root tothe leaves and of the elaborated sapdownward. But we think it may bequestioned whether it is not well thatits growth should be retarded. Surely,if it is true that a tree becomes "hide-bound" because it js starved, increasingits size is not going to remedy the evilsince we do but furnish more mouths,so to speak, to be fed by the sameamount of food.
We have seen many trees thus treat-ed. The stems would noticeably in-crease iu size the next year or so, butthere was jio corresponding evidence ofvigor apparent. In most instances ithas seemed to us their vigor was impair-ed. These perpendicular slits, more-over, afford convenient lodgments forwater or moisture, and insects seek suchcrevices for shelter or depositing theireggs. It seems to us that the naturalremedy for hide-boun- d trees is to en-rich the earth as far as the roots extend ,and that then the cambium layer, in-creased in quantity and nutriment, willsoon form new liber and alburnum thatthe outer bark must expand and thestem soon become evenly and sufficient-ly developed. Rural J'ew Yitrk.
In a communication to the FrenchAcademy of Sciences, M. Duplessisgives a remarkable instance of the trans-mission of disaase from one crop to an-other by the agency of floods. He saysthat of a field of rye on the banks of theLoire, one half was attacked with thedisease known as ergot or smut, whilethe other half was entirely free from alltraces of disease. The precious crophad been one of vetches, in which thisdisease has never been known to occur,so that the occurences could not be trac-ed to that score; nor were there any oth-er fields of rye near. It was noticed thatthe line of demarcation between thehealthy and unhealthy parts of tho fieldwas just the limit reached by an over-flow of the river. Some distance fromthis field was another crop of rye, whichhad been attacked with ergot in the pre-vious year. The inference is that thegerms of the disease were brought downby tho waters of the Loire from the in- -
fected field, which they overflow, to thelower field, which was also flooded iupart. It is well known that disease towhich human beings and animals areliable, such as typhoid fever and chol-era, may bo conveyed from one .districtto another by running water, and evenmore frequent injury to Crops and cat-tle is occasioned by floods in mining andmanufacturing districts.' Large tractsof land are at this moment lying wasteand worthless through tue effects ofpoisonous refuse brought down frommines and factories, and carried byfloods over fields on the banks of thestream, which have thereby been poi-soned. All traces of vegetation havebeen destroyed, cattle and birds havebeen poisoned, by feeding on groundnewly flooded iu this way- .- LondonCountry.
Eveby laud-own- er should know thathe has a clear title to his real estate. Avery small thing may, in the course oftime, serve as a foundation upon whichto set up a fraudulent claim. Deeds arefrequently not recorded whioh form animportant link in the chain; and, as timepasses away, and the circumstances areforgotten, noono questions the title, andall is well. Y'ears afterward, when theprevious owners are dead, some ques-tion comes up, some widow or minorheirs put in a claim, and a lawsuit, withits expenses and delay, is the result.There are thousands of farmers who arenot able to describe their farms by sec-tion, town and range ;aud, if they werecalled on to do so before a court theywould ignominiously fail. There are somany ways of clouding a title that thebest of men are sometimes imposed on.A farm may be erroneously sold at atax-sal- e, or a judgment may be errone-ously written and the wrong descriptionplaced on record. It is, therefore, im-portant to keep your tax-receip- ts, for-ever, if need be; and, in case an errone-ous judgment is found against the prop-erty, not to trust some one el so to haveit corrected, but attend to it at once.Releases of mortages should be lookedafter, and a strict compliance with thelaw be required. There is a penalty forneglecting to release a mortgage whenit has been paid; but a great many mort-gagees live outside the State, and con-sequently are not get-at-abl- e. Whilehealth lasts and witnesses are alive, letthe matter be attended to. Chicago Tri-bune.
I have lined my poultry buildingsthroughout with tarred paper for twoyears, putting it between every pieceof board or timber, and even into nests,and so far, have not seen a louse about.I had a hen-hous- e overrun with liceyears ago, but upon liniag it with tar-red paper they disappeared and have notbeen seen since. Poultry TKorW.
An old farmer, one of Judge Poland'searly associates, recently called uponhim at Lyndon, Vt., and was invited totake dinner at the hotel. When the oldman took his seat at the table one of thewriters laid a bill of fare before him,but lie promptly handed it back, saying,"Judge Poland settles my bill."
Corn as Human Food. One poundof corn is equal as food to three andthree-quarte- rs pounds of potatoes, oreight and one-ha- lf pounds of cabbage,
b df Dounds of whiteJ turnips. Gennantown Telegraph.
Some Dream Stories.The Jackson Patriot says that cot long
ago Thomas I. Daniel, the stenographerin his circuit, had a droam in which thepractical events of every-da- y life were .portrayed with vividness and afterwardcame to pass. In his dream he wasabout to go to Ann Harbor, and look-ing at the clock, he saw it marked 9, and,as he had about one hour to spare, hesat down to some work. In a shorttime he looked up again and saw thehands in the same position as when helooked before, the clock having stop-ped. His watch said it was but tenminutes before the train time, and it wasonly by running that he succeeded iureaching the train. He awoke, went tosleep again, and again his brain beganto lift the veil from the future. .e
Last spring he lost an overcoat, andin his second dream Sheriff Webster toldhim that the coat was at the jail, andthat Deputy Smith was connected withthe loss. When he awoke the nextmorning he said to himself that it wa?only a dream and dismissed the subjectfrom his min i. The dreams were re-
called suddenly a day or two since, byhis clock stopping and his nearly miss- -
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ing the train. All the incidents wereexactly as portrayed in hif I'ream, andof this coincidence he spoke to SheriffWebster, and also related his otherdreaui. Sheriff Webster told him thatDeputy Smith had a coat at the j tilwhich he found in the court-roo- lastspring, aud subsequent investigationshowed it to be Daniel's coat.
The dream in regard to the train callsto mind an incident which happeuedabout three years ago to one of theeditors of the Republican. He wasvisiting friends at Potterville, wheie haremained over night. He was exceed-ingly anxions to reach Lansing by themorning train, which passed the stationat an early hour. His friends told himthat they"wonld call him in time, andso he rested contented. In the latterpart of the night he dreamed that hewas seated at the breakfast table, andwhen the meal was partly finished thetrain whistled on its approach to thestation. He seized his overcoat, noteven taking time to put it on, and ranwith all spied for the depot, but whenwithin about ten rods of the building,the train jjulled out and ho was leit.When he greeted his friends ia themorning, he related his dream, andwhen they sat down to breakfast he wasassured that it was fully three-quarte- rs
of an hour before the train would bealong. The meal was partly over when" toot " went the whistle of the engine,and some very good time for a repre-sentative of the press was made on theroad to the depot, Lut it was not fastenough to catch the train. Tho dreamcame to pass in every particular, muchto the disgust of the dreamer.
A lady who resides on Townseadstreet in'this city firmly lelieve thatdreams do come to pass. A few weeksago she had a different idea. She is oneof those methodical housekeepers whohave a place for everything and every-thing in its place. It may be well to re-
mark that there are no small childrenin the family. This lady keep a mo-
lasses jug, and that jug Las always Leuin its proper place, with the exception ofnow and then a trip to the groeerj fora new supply of sweetness. Severaldays ago that molasses jug came upmissing, and if there was a sorrowfulface on a woman it belonged to that lady.The value of the molasses jug witsnothing ; but to lose itinherownJx&Ais,where she could go in the dark and findanything she wanted! For nearly twoweeks her waking hours were troublein meditating on that jug, and finallyshe dreamed of it. She thought shewent down cellar and removed a largetin can whieh for some time had ?t,odbottom side up on a shelf, and under itshe found her molasses jug She i$still puzzled to know how it ever camethere, as she has no recollection of re?moving it from its usual place, and herhusband and grown-u- p son deny anyagency in in the mysterious trausfer.Isiysitg, Mich., Republican.
Restaurant Waiters. Doubtlesstheir swallow-tai- l coats and white chok-ers help to give the restaurant waiterstheir frequent resemblance to membersof the learned profession. One of ourmost distinguished public men or hisdouble may be seen any day carryinga tray in the dining-roo- m of ahotol nearGrace Church. The counterpart of awell-know- n Doctor of Sacred Theologyserves at a restaurant farther up town.When I dine at these places I feel likeasking these gentlemen to be seated andlet me wait upon them. At the villageof B. the barber looks so much like acertain reverend bishop, that I can neverget used to submitting myself to his pro-fessional attention.
But when you come to look closelyinto the physiognomy and phrenologyof these doubles, you find a curiousblankness ; or, speaking artistically, alack of firmness and of character in thedrawing. Somewhere in the face or inthe head is betrayed the want of intel-lectual or moral stamina.
Do you not often feel something ofthe same lack in the faces of men whosereputation is wide? It would be inter-esting to note whether in such cases thereputation has not been merely throughthe possession of extraordinary facul-ties of the mechanical sort such asmemory, application, etc., facultieswhich generally go with genius and in-
sight, but which often themselves suf-fice for the making of contemporaryfame. The Old Cabinet ; Scribner forDecember.
When a Newark lover leaves thehouse of his adored one at a late hourin the evening, and walks musinglyhomeward beneath the twinkling stars,his fond fancy pictures her clothed inwhite samite, resting 8wee"nP 5fpillow, with her unbound hair
sleeping face, and angelsEnding over her couch whupenaffHeavenly dreams. Perhaps that verymoment, though, she is in the pantry,gnawing hungrily on a ham-bone- .
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