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V YOL. Y. NO. 52 The Man. Is a man a whit tho better For his riches and his gains? For his acres and his palace? If his inmost heart is callous? Is & man a whit the better ? And if a man's no whit the better For his coffers and his mines, For his purple and fine linen, Por his vineyards and his wines. Why do thousands bend the knee, And criuge in mean servility. If a man's no whit the better ? I Is a man a whit the worse For a lowly dress of rags ? Though he owns no lordly rental, If his heart is kind and gentle, Jfe a man a whit the worse ? And if a man's no whit the worse t For a poor and lowly stand, i For an empty, even pocket, And a brawny, working hand. Why do thousands pass him by, With a proud and scornful eye, If a man's no whit the worse? =^=A WHISTLING GIRL. 41 * A whistling woman and a crowing hen never come to any good end,' " said Ben, prophetically. " That's the fourth tune you've whistled in the last half hour, Lute," Lute first finished the concluding bars of "Kathleen Mavourneen," and then retorted, calmly: 44 Thanks, for keeping count. I will begin the fifth as soon as I've regained my breath." 41 You car. whistle better than any boy in this town," pursued Ben, in a grudg ing way. "I'd be asnamea to wnistie better'n a boy, if I was you." 44 I'm not as easily shamed as you, Mr. j Benjamin. Whatever I do, I like to do well If I played marbles, I'd try and J do it better than any body else." "Well," remarked Ben, with the | beautiful candor of boyhood, 44 all I can | say is, I hope you won't come to a bad ! end. Grandpa, don't you think it's awful for girls to whistle ?" ! 44 That depends on the way they whistle," said grandpa, smilingrin ha slow, gentle way. 44 If they whistle us well as Lutie, why, let them whistle. I'd as soon hear her as a iiute." 44 Lute rhymes to flute, you know," observed Ben, as though that accounted for the fact. 44 I'll tell you how I learned to whistle," said Lute, softened by these compliments. 44 You know when I had that dreadful oold, winter before last?" 44 You ought to be more careful, child," said grandpa, looking at her anxiously. 44 You've got a bad oold now i ?enongL to put any body else to bed. ] AdcI sitting on the "steps bare-headed | this late in the evening ! Come in, child, come in." " Oh, there ain't mnch the matter with me now," said Late, carelessly, coming np on the porch and seating herself by grandpa. " I only feel a little hoarse morning and evenings. I forgot ; what I was talking about. Oh, I re- | member? abont my dresidful cold. Well, I could hardly speak above a whisper for a month, and singing was out of the qut sbqp. ' You know how 1 love to 6ing, prandfb. r It seemed to me I never thonJUt of as many beautiful strainh of music before in my life as I did then. They used to buzz in my head till I thought T[ should go crazy. I believe they wguldkhave tormented me to death if I hMPHearned to whistle. I used to go into fche attic every day and practice till I had mastered the art. You don't kno# What a relief it was to me, and is to me yet. I Feel quite independent of colds;" and Miss Lute stretched out her feet* and leaning her head against the "wall, pursed her red lips in a preparatory way. " If you knew what somebody thinks your about whistling, you wouldn't be so stuck up about it," observed Ben, with a turned-up nose ejprc3sion. It galled fhiirit of Master Baiviaruin miarhtilv to hare a mere woman excel him in that manlv art. 411 bet you'd stop it in a jiffy. . . 44 Who is that dreadful somebody ?" 41 Guess." 441 won't guess. I don't ?are to know. * 14 Ton do care. It's Cousin Reuben " ?triumphantly. 44 What did Le say?" demanded Lute, quickly. 44 Oh, I heard him and Dick Spurr talking in his room about yon. Dick ; said he plidn't <>?1^ jjOW much yOU whistled; whatever you did seemed * pretty to him. I'd be ashamed to have any fellow as spooney about me as Dick Spurr is about you, Lute." 441 don't care if you would. What did Cousin Reuben say ?" 44 Oh, he said he thought it was unladylike, ill-bred, and all that sort of thing. He said lots about it I'll be bound you never whistle before him again, Miss Lute*" 44 I'll be bound I do," cried Lute, flushing hotly. 441 don't care two figs what he thinks. I'll begin whistling the minuta I see him, and never stop till he goes affey. There!" 44 Will you 'whistle at meals too ?" inquired Ben, charmed at having put his sister in a rage. 44 How will you manage about eating?" 441 wish to goodness, grandpa," she continued, not noticing Ben's remark, 4 4 you'd never taken him to board with us." 44 Why, child, he had to board somewhere ; a young man like him couldn't keep house. Of course I couldn't let ?? cnn Vi/viwl anrv)>0K> PIRP Ill J ucpuc?f O OVU WWWftW "-V.W vrw I did want him to live here without paying any board," pursued grandpa, in his slow, reflective way, 44 but he wouldn't hear to it" 44 I'd rather have a Hottentot in the house than a doctor. Somebody's always knocking him up in the middle of the night and waking the whole house." 44 Lute Farra, you know that's a fib," said Ben, impressively. 44 Cousin Reuben hasn't been called but twice in the night since he's been here. What if you do get waked up ? Can't you go to sleep again ?" 441 never could bear doctors," said Lute, snappishly. 44 It's the finest profession on earth," retorted Ben. 44Yon don't know what you do like." 4 41 like merchants." / : be "Heavendeliver me>om a colmt(,r hopper! said Ben piou, ..Before I d make my Uvmg by sfapfc roum, # store with a vard-stick in m;Lni T,q -I'd dance the tight rope." ed to think he was uttering aiierojc sentiment, and put on his most vii ,0U8 look. 44 But I bet I know what you ;^e merchants for." \ Lute's only response was to purse up her lips and elevate her chin. 14 It's because Dick Spurr's in a store. 1 What you can see to like in that little whipper-snapper is a mystery to me. His beard ain't one-tenth as long as Cousin Reuben's." Ben valued men according to the abundance of their beards. 44Yonder comes Reuben now," said grandpa, looking up from his paper. 44 And your everlasting Dick Spurr mill Kim Tf T ?dc iKnl fiillnip T rl tnlro miu lULLI* JLJL X niwp vxxivw ivuvn| A v? ?/%?.va'w up ray board here at once. It would be more decent than spending half his time hero free gratis for nothing." The two gentlemen came up to the steps as the candid Benjamin finished his remark. Cousin Reuben was tall and reserved-looking. Air. Spurr was small and talkative. Both were moderately good-looking. " Good-evening, Miss Lutie ; goodevening, Mr. Farra," cried Air. Spurr, in his sprightliest manner. "How are you, Ben ? How is vour cold Miss Lutie?" " Oh, my cold don't amount to anything," said Miss Lutie, smiling in his j face, and making room for him on the | seat beside her. "You all make a mountain out of a mole-hill. You are determined to have me an invalid." " It's because we love you so much," said Mr. Spurr, in a tender under-tone, and pulling his mustache with a senti mental air. Mr. Spurr was much given | to tugging at his mustache, which was i weak and whitish-looking. Ben said he pulled it to make it grow fast; but so far his efforts had not been crowned with success. , Lute's only reply was another dangerous smile. t such an old book-worm as be is, Miss j Lntie. He looks as if be grudges | stopping study to talk to me wben I drop in to see him." The doctor drew his | long beard up over his lips to hide the | smile on them. 4' I'll be bound, now, 1 he doesn't waste much of his precious i conversation on you all here." "We rarely see him except at meals," replied Lute, indifferently. 441 feel like taking a walk. Would you like to go, Mr. Spurr ?" "I should be delighted," responded that gentleman, gallantly, twirling his mustache. 44 You had better put something around yon. Miss Lutie." 44 Bring me my shawl out of the hall, ; then," said Miss Lutie, rising and shakI incr out her draperies. 44 Grandpa, you had better go in now; it is getting cool ont here." "Child, you oughtn't to go out this j late in the evening," said gTandpa, ; anxiously. " Reuben, it is too oool for her to go out, is it not ?" "Cousin Lute thinks she knows what is best for her," said the doctor, dis* tantly. "I'm going to wrap up well, grandpa," said Lute, taking the shawl?a fleecy white thing?from Mr. Spurr's hand, and arranging it around her becomingly. "Please let me go;" and she kissed and hung around him in a way that came near making Richard Spurr crazy. " Well, go along, then," 6aid grandpa, looking at her fondly. " I don't see why she lets that young Spurr go with her so muoh," he continued, as they walked off arm in arm. " I hope she won't fall in love with him." " I don't see how she could," respond! ed Reuben, watching them rather grimi ly. "She has too much sense to fall in | love with such a rattlebrain as he." " My dear boy," said grandpa, slowly, 1 4 did Vou ever hear of a woman using Cousin Reuben, who had seated himself off at some distance, now locked up and Raid gravley: "Yon have a very j bad cold. You are quite hoarse this evening. You must let me mix you some ; medicine before you go to bed." " Thanks, no," returned Lnte, coolly. I " I prefer a bad cold?to something worse." " You needn't fear my giving you dis| agreeable medicine," he said, smiling. "I wasn't alluding to any bad taste in your medicine; I was thinking of the effects of it; it might make me worse off i than I am now," she said, looking studiously away from him, and whistling a little under her breath. He looked at her in surprise as he caught the sting of her remark, and his dark face reddened, but he answered, quietly, "You will do as yon please; I press my services on no one." , Grandpa. had fallen info one of his reveries, and hat! < heard nothing that passed. Mr. Spurr was too well bred to show any surprise at this little passage of arms: but Ben wasn't. He stored a? a _ a - # ?L.'l. _ 1 11_ ? 1118 Bisier ior a wmie m a murKeuiy hhtonished and indignant manner, and then said, in good strong Euglish, " Lute, you're a brute, and deserve a good whipping." With that, young Master Farra went his way in disgust. "Ahem ! it's a very delightful evening, " observed Mr. bpurr, anxious to change the subject, and saying the first thing that popped into his*head. "Do you like the spring, Miss Lutie ?" " I do," responded Miss Lutie, taking her eyes from the tree at which she had been looking and dropping them on him. "Likewise summer, autumn and winter ?I like 'em all." "Most ladies like spring," said Mr. j Spurr, gallantly. "'Tis the season of flowers, and budding leaves and? and?" " Fresh onions and green peas," said Lute, laughing. " It's a good time for fishing, too. Do you ever go fishing, Mr. Spurr ? I'm devoted to it." " N?no; I'm not especially attached to it. I believe Benben there is. Aren't you, doctor ?" " Yes, I like to fish when I have the tim6 for it, which I never do," replied the doctor, coming out of a brown-study. "Not that I have such an immense practice," he continued, hastily, seeing a slight curl on Lute's lips; " but what leisure I have, I think I ought to devote to study." "I wonder you are not studying nnw " said Mr. Smirr. " I never saw :aui S.ND PORT BEATJFOBT, S. C., her sense when she was in love ? The t smarter they are, the greater fools it makes them. The loveliest woman I ever knew made herself an idiot over an t ugly little high-tempered wretch?and ? married him, too. Never l>e surprised r at anvthing a woman may do when she s iain love." b Hie doctor lighted a cigar and puffed ^ awav jn thoughtful silence. He finished ? he cigar, and grandpa went in to bed, f ^ to sleep, and to snore ; but the Pronen?ers did not return He tossed ttie Pezin& stump away, with^piutter- a ?d sotiethii^ that was not eii&Alv a h ben edition, and marched off to with a ,*ery resolved air and a much rougheneuforh^ Thenexijft rhoon wa8 M tempting 0 that Lute fou.d ^ impossible to sit in T the house and -ork. It seemed a sin to ? stay- in-doors wh\e there was such sun- d shine and such frv,h green outside. So 8 she put on her s*n-boQnet, and with c ** Endymion " in onUjand ^ her fishing tackle in the othe g^t 0ut for the 0 pond to spend the fternoon in a ^ way after her own he^ " Farra's 0 Pond,' os it was called, w?j the admira- c tion and envy of the wholt county. It i was in a deep hollow, shade* by beautiful trees, and was so large tha.8kangerg 8 often mistook it for a lake, muc? to old Mr. Farra's delight It had be^ <jng I by the present owner's father whb, the adjoining oity was but a humble viiage< 1 It was a favorite resort of Lute's, PMlv on account of the fine fish in which^t ( abounded, and partly because of its owi 1 lovely quietness. \ J She went to the skiff, put her bait in, and then got in herself, unloosed it, and paddled out beyond the shadows of the trees into the worm sunshine. She took in her paddle and laid it across her lap, baited her hook, and dropped it gently in the water, elevated her feet on the seat in front of her, aud began to enjoy herself greatly. After a while she began to read, at first with her attention divided between her bobbing cork and her book, but the book soon got the best of it The venturesome fish nibbled away at her bait without her noticing it; but finally a big fellow got the hook in his unfortunate mouth, and gave the line such a jerk as to bring her back from the classic shades r\t VAiint T.ofmruj Tf. did nnthrinff lipr V/A iUVUUV JUUVUIV!^ AW ? back without a start, though, and that start sent the paddle in her lap spinning' in the water, and came very near sending her book after it, but it fortunately fell in the bottom of the boat instead. Lute was too keen a fisherwoman to waste a thought on such trifling things as paddles and books at such a moment as this. Her whole heart was on the end of her line. After a dozen abortive efforts, in wliich she came near capsizing her little skiff, she brought the fish out of the water, paDting and wriggling, and regaided him in triumph. "What a beauty!" she 6aid, disengaging her hook from his month. " He's the biggest one I ever caught here. He must weigh at least Ave pounds." Lute's ideas of weight were defective. " Won't Ben be iealous ? There, old fellow, lie there. Now I must get that plagued paddle." But that plagued paddle was far beyond her reach now, and was floating tranquilly off to Rhore. "It's a good thing there's another iu the bottom of the boat, of I should lie in a bad fix," soliloquized Lute, as she threw out her line again. 44 I'm glad my book didn't fall in the water. I don't think I'll read any more now; I feel in a fishing humor;" and the lately caressed book was allowed to lie neglected in the bottom of the boat?a touching example of the fickleness of human favor. She fished on till nearlv dark : even then the fish were biting so well that she could hardly prevail on herself to stop. But the air was growing chilly, and she knew she ought to be in the house. 8he resolutely drew in her line i and wrapped it around the pole, lowered ! her feet, reached down in the boat for j the remaining paddle? j The paddle wasn't there ! i She felt nervously in every impossible ; place for the missing paddle, but it was t nowhere to be found. Well, she was in ; a fix ! Out in the middle of the pond, with no possible means of getting to shore! Night was coming on rapidly, and she was already shivering with cold. Nobodv at the house knew where she ! was ; tney would think she was in town | visiting some one. But the house wasn't very far oft'? ! maybe they could hear her if she called I out very loud. She rose to her feet,and | opened her mouth to give a prodigious yell; but she couldn't speak above a whisper. The chill night air had brought her cold to this climax. Lute sat down, overwhelmed. There i was nothing 6he could do?absolutely ' nothing. She would have to stay out there all night, and she knew?there was no use mincing matters?it would be the death of her. She looked tragically into : the growing darkness, and thought, even ' if they came there to look for her, they ! couldn't see her from the shore, and she wouldn't be able to utter a sound to let ! them know she was there. She forgot there was such a thing as a moon at night But stop ! she oould utter a sound? thank Heaven, she could whistle. Her j face brightened as she thought of this ! despised accomplishment of hers. With rising spirits, she drew her overskirt.! i over shoulders to keep herself warmer, j and began to whistle Schubert's " Sere- j nado " in her finest style. The birds j started in their nests as the strange j ! sweet notes floated toward them, then ; dropped their drowsy little heads and ! slept more soundly than ever. Music is 1 a good thing, but sleep is n better?at j night. Whistling is proverbially good for , keeping up one's oourage. Lute found ! her courage mightily refreshed by it She sat there for nearly an hour, whistling every thing she knew ; she even | began to enjoy herself, after a fashion. ! The moon soon rose, and filled every place with subdued shadow or soft ; light. There was a sweet stillness on | every thing. She stopped whistling a i i moment to enjoy it more fully. Every now and then the lazy breeze brought | her a faint mingled odor of apple and ; lilac blossoms. How lovely, lovely it was! She felt as if she was' enchanted, sitting there alone at night in her little i boat. " I'm the lady in the Dismal j Swamp," she thought, smiling, " only I ?0R BOTAL C< THUBSDAY, NOA his place is far from dismal or swampy lither." Just then she thought she heard disant footsteps coming t#ward the pond. Ihe hastily resumed her whistling to d)ect them to her: she had no wish to tay out-of-doors all night, no matter iow beautiful it was. The footstep? Irew nearer ; they came hurrying dowi 1 -1 rbxiimn Qt4 HI Opt*| U LIU. Ill tt 1C?W luuiijuu lo vv/uoiu teuben stood in a narrow strip of moocight on the edge of the pond. " Good heavens ! Late," he cried, ii n agitated voice, "what are you stay3g out ou the water this late at night Dr ? Don't you feel how cold it ft ? ^Huenough to kill you." LuM^d stopped whistling abruptly, nd now^v>Hone<j to the paddle, which ras lying neals^a feet He did not understand, and crieitjvimpatiently : "Why lon't you com* to sliofc^oh, you rash ^ to be sitting th^^*^iour bad OKI ! iitijiu, Itlfu P^IdI^5lnV', Lute kept motioning so persibwZ^ t his feet that he looked down and saw he paddle. He picked it up, and sked, quickly : " Did you drop this out if the boat? Haven't you the other one n there ?" Lute nodded to the irst question and hook her head at the W. " Why don't vou sp^ak ? Have you ost your voiee ? ' She nodded vehemently* and touched ier throat and chest. "Good heavens 1" he repeated, tearing iff his coat and overcoat, " she is so loarse she can't speak. Oh, drild, you'll till yourself!" He jerked up the paddle, ani was in he water, swimming toward ho, before knew what he was doing. Waen he ca^eto the boat he lifted hinfeelf in ligfrjy, and sat with his back to h*, so his Net knees and feet would not tbeoh her. Lute watched him with a peculiar look during the few minutes he was padling b&k to shore. He did not soeak till he ind fastened the boat and helped svnt mi U? i/vntr nn Viia nvAiViat uci vuii, Alien lie wua u[/ u?u ?. and said : " You are shivering ; let me put this armnd you." 44 Oh, no. you are wet," she whiskered. 44 Yon >ui8t put it on." 44 A little w>tting won't hurt me," he said; 44 I'm as tough as a pine, lou must let me pmit around you. Will 3011 put your arms through the sleeve ? Well?there ! Ihn't touch me, or [11 get you wet" 44 I will touch yoti; I don't care if Ho get wet," she said, ina sobbing whisptr. laying her hand on h^ dripping sleee. 'I was so rude to ytu yesterday, ym ought to have let me stud out there ill night in the cold.". 44 Oh no," he said, smi?ng, and wrapping the overcoat more lightly arould her. 44 And it was all about nothing," sic said. 44 It was all because Ben said thtt you?you?" 44 That I what ?" a^ed Reuben, beneing his head closer, so he could hea her. 44 You thought it was unladylike an ?and ill-bred in me to whistle. Do yo think it is so bad ?" she asked, lookin humbly up in his face. 44If you do, II never whistle again." Poor Lute wa completely subdued by Cousin Reuben' returning her evil wita good in such magnanimous way. 44 He's not only gh en himself an awfrl wetting," sh thought, remorsefully 44 but he's spoile - - - V "*-r 1.1^ his best business suit nis panuuuuu will never be lit for a dog to wea again." "I don't think I ever used such stron words as ill-bred and unladylike in r< gard to your whistliig," answered th doctor, smiling in h?r troubled fact " Ben exaggerated a little. But I mug confess that I used to dislike to hear lady whistle, but?" '' I'll never whistle again," interrupta Lute, Vith as muoh decision as he voiceless condition woild allow. "But," he continued, still smiling " I don't dislike it nov. I love to hea you whistle. Besides, it was you whistling directed me to you to-night Perhaps I shouldnTt have found yo' without it. So take kack your rash vow Cousin Lute." "I wish you would db something t punish me for my rudeness," she said hurriedly. " Give lie as much medicin as you want; I will take a whole barret ful if you say so." " But I shan't sat so," he said. Tber was still a smile o? Ins lips, but uon in his eyes; they shone strangely. "I don't know what made me a cross," she went on. "I know I'e spoiled and willfri. I never had i mother to show me how to be geatle am good; but I am not often so dread in as I was to you yesterday. <?h, Couaii ReubeD, can you fcrgive me f " Lute," he said, in a voice almost a ow as hers, " look at me. 7 They were staniling Ai the narrow strip of light, and <he moon lit up botf their faces. She raised her wet eyei obediently, but the stjange look in hii made her' drop them suddenly, while i startled, painful flwh bathed her face. " Shall I tell yon why you were ?c cross to me ?" he aied. "No, no," she murmured, hiding he] face in her hands. " Was it because you cared for nr opinion, because 50*?loved me ?" His wet arms we? around her now? it was well she ha< on his thick over coat?and were pessing her closely t< his wet breast. "My innocent darling," he whis pered,'"you kno* now why you were a cross with me." "How long lave you known?" sin said, her voice coming smothered fron his shirt bosoi*. " Know wlat, dear love?" " Why I ra8 so cross to you." "Notdv minutes. It flashed on m< just nov, <vhile you were asking me t< punish yah" "I'm ^lad," she said. "I didn' know nyself, or I should have hid i better. * "I'dlefy you to do that," he said with alow laugh. "Oh, my swee dumb (hrling, look up and give me on? kiss," She raised her fair smooth face, an< his da& bearded one dime in immediate and cbse contact with it. She mur mured on the divine Ireath of that firs kiss, 4 You have not laid whether yor love ne or not." " Toes this feel liksit?" he whisper ed, crushing her closfr to him. ** Oh my darling, I love y*u?I love you s? T T COMMERCIAL. MEMBER 29, 1877. I much! I have "been so mad about you as even to be jealous of poor little Dick Spurr. Last night I felt like killing ! him when you smiled on him so.* She was' too happy to feel a passing pang for poor Dick. How could she ; think of any one but Reuben, with his i cheek against hers and his eyes on her ? "You told me not to touch vou," she < I said, presently; "don't you think you ; i are acting inconsistently, eir ?" j I " God forgive me!" he said, loosing j her. " I am a selfish brute, to be holdi ing you against me, wet and dripping as I am I forgot every thing but myself. Do you feel oold ?" anxiously. "Not a bit." 5 " Maybe the overcoat kept you from getting damp. I never thought to have hugged that old Ulster with as much , zest as I have done to-night. Come, ] let's hurry home, and I'll begin giving j you that barrel of medicine yom were so ; anxious to take." "You must take part of it yourself," sue o-ia, they started up the slope in double-quick "I'm dreadfully j afraid this wetting will moke you sick. " " I'm too happy to be sick, ' he said, ! looking at her in a way that made her i blush and tingle to her finger-ends. !1 "We'll give grandpa and Ben a double \1 surprise. They think you are in town ' some where ; but I had a presentiment ! you were at the pond, so I slipped down there quietly, without telling anybody." ' "Yes, they will be tmrprised at our 1 ?" And Lute stopped and x^ddened. ' " At our what, darling ?" ! " Oh, here we are at the house now,?? 1 said Lute, irrelevantly. "At our loving one another?" said Reuben, inclosing the ulster in another rapturous hug. "Oh, my precious flower?my darling?my?" You may be sore the doctor filled these blanks m an appropriate manner. ^*Wre a nice doctor," said Lute, disengage herself, in a very rosy state, "to be puttlbg. such cold wet aims ' around a person hort^ ^th the cold." " Oh, I'll soon cure ybt*ji!^-making as though he would seize her agai*^hnt she eluded him, and fled up the sfep?? v and into the house.?Hwper's Bazar. The Spectres of Congress. A Washington correspondent says: The House of Representatives has its daily habitues and noted characters whose histories are interwoven with the nf "Last rear it had its "little Miss Flite," who watched the proceedings day after da}y with starving hopefulness until her suit was gained, and then from her seat in the galleries she rose in full view of all and acknowledged the victory with pantomimic gratitnde and a stately courtesy, which the House > received with laughter and loud ap plause. This year we have the "Man from Shropshire." His name is Schell; he is a tall, heavy man, with light gmyr eyes and straw-colored whiskers. Every day, as re.nlarlyas the House meets, i he* may be seen hovering in the rear of I the seats, loitering in the lobby, or f watching lor ins prey, m uie person ui I some innocent member whom he thinks f is to procure him the position he is after. He is a very harmless-looking individu< al, but woe unto the person who arouses r; bis wrath, as his record in that respect f is something alarming and stands thus : c One night last winter he had a little stabbing affair with Col. Fairfax, of 1 Virginia,at the Ebbitt House; another time, whan he was custodian of the floor I of the Bouse, he punished a saucy page by pitching him np to the ceiling Hke an I infuriated bovine would toss a dog, the i boy came down again considerably fright1 ened out of his pertness ; another of his t exploit* was an attempt to hammer a grocer who presented his bill to him at i the do<x of the House while it was in r session but the grocer returned this kind of payment by knocking him over ^ two rows of seats and half a dozen r Congressmen ; he also bruised a Phila\ delphi reporter into a tinge of bluish I black for daring to comment on these I stunnfcg actions, and how he will re\ buke fhe present writer is left to his ingenuisy and the imaginations of the 0 reader. ^___ b Remedies for Wakefulness. Thousands suffer from wakefulness whtf are otherwise in good health. e With some of them this becomes a hab6 it, and too often a growing one. Not a I WW resort to soporific drugs, and the 3 ; taste for opium is thus often initiated. a j Others try alcoholic liquors, and there ^ ' can be no doubt that in this way the ? { foundation of intemperance has been 1 /aid. Many people, however, have 1? found a way of going to sleep without 1 resorting to such dangerous measures. 8 j For instance, looking at a fixed point 1 steadily will often succeed in inducing r sleep; or, if it is too dark to do this, 1 closing the eyes and in imagination 9 watching attentively the stream of air 9 entering and leaving the nostrils. An1 other plan has recently been proposed i ? '1' 1-- ? iL.i:- I DJ L>r. W?OK6 WL1U WiiO uo wai in maiAj > cases of sleeplessness it is only necessary to breathe very slowly and quietly r! for a few minutes to secure refreshing ! sleep. He thinks that most cases deP J pend on hyperamia of the brain, and I that in this slow breathing the blood " 1 supply is lessened sufficiently to make " | an impression. Certainly, when the 3 | mind is uncontrollably active, and so j prevents sleep, persons whose observa" tion was worth trusting have testified 3 ; that the breathing was quick and short, and they have found they became more 0 ! disposed to sleep by baeathing slowly. 1 | This supports Dr. Cooke's practice, but 1 at other times his plan quite failed. It , is certainly worth any one's while who is occasionally sleepless to give it a trial. e In doing so they should breathe very 3 quietly, rather deeply and at long intervals, but not long enough to cause the ^ least feeling of uneasiness. In tine, fc they should imitate a person sleeping, and do it steadily for several minutes. ? In no case should opiates or other drugs be resorted to for sleeplessness except 3 under the direction of a physician. 1 3 A Wayne county (N. Y.) farmer left - his vest hanging upon a chair. In one t of the pockets were about a dozen l strychnine pills. His two little children discovered them, thought they w re - candy, and ate them. Physicians were , called and antidotes administered, but > both died within uu hour. RIBI $2.00 per j FARM, GARDEN AND HOUSEHOLD. lloHnehoId Hint*. How to Remove Grease Spots from Brussels Carpets.?Spread on a thick paste of potter's day; tack over it some thick brown paper, and at the end of a week brnsh of the clay. It may be necessary to repeat the process, but one application is usually sufficient. If the grease has penetrated the floor it is best to raise the carpet and put the clay on the floor and scrub thoroughly. To Properly Distribute Raisins.? After the batter is all ready for the raisins, cover the raisins well with sifted flour and stir them in the batter quickly. If currants are used they must be well* washed in several waters : place them in a fine sieve, and while mixing the cake let dry thoroughly on the back part of the stove; then cover well with sifted flour, and mix them in the batter at the very last. To Wash Gloves. ? Have ready a Little new milk m one saucer and a little brown soap in another, and a clean cloth or towel, folded three or four times. On the cloth spread cut the gloves smooth and neat. Take a piece of flannel, dip It in the milk, and then rub off a good quantity of soap to the wetted flannel, and commence to rub the glove downward toward the fingers, holding it firmly with the left hand. Continue this process until the glove, if white, looks 3f a dingy yellow, though clean ; if colDred, till it looks dark and spoiled. Lay it to dry, and the fair operator will be Ratified to see that her old gloves look nernv new, They will be soft, glossy, smooth, and elastic. To Boil Waiwrj Potatoes. ? Let the potatoes be of a size; do not put them in the pot until the water boils ; when done pour-r^L^e. water and re move the cover until airTbr^Meam is gone ; then scatter in half a teaspoonful of salt and cover the pot with a towei.^ Around the Farm. Take good care of the implements through the winter that they may bo *<*4y to do thorough work another season. Experiments have shown that it [is beet to feed oats and carrots together to horses rather than either alone. If you have been in the habit of feeding either alone try half of each at a meal and mark the result. Now that the year is near its close farmers should begin to think of closing up their running aocounts. Prepare fo keep a good set of books at the beginning of the year. Keep an eye on tlie manure pile and seen that this bank of the farm increases in size and quality. Plowing under green clover is highly beneficial to sandy soil, making it in time rick ?md mould-like. On heavy' lands it loosens the soil making it more light and porous. Push open ground work forward before severe weather sets in, get everything in readiness for winter. "A stitch in time saves nine." The commnnications ?f farmers are always the most valuable matter in any paper ; they deal with the practical details, familiar to the man who comes face to face with difficulties and overcomes them. The editor can select such items of news of general interest as he thinks will be interesting and useful, but to build up a truly useful and practical paper he must rely very largely upon the assistance of practical men.?Massachusetts Plowman. We have long been an advocate of the use of salt as a fertilizer, and have used it upon our own promises with good effect. It would do good to sow it broadcast every year or two in the spring, say ?Knnt fwn hnfihala to the acre. We should like to see some of our intelligent farmers giving it a fair trial, varying the quantity per acre from two to Ave bushels. Of course any refuse article is good enough.?(Jermantoivn Telegraph. T? Winter Ho?m. During the winter is when we all fail at handling hogs. The long months with but one kind of food, and that a kind that makes but very little bone or muscle, virtually a fat producing food only, the best article to lay on fat with, but not the best to build up the constitution and give health and strength. I have this year raised an acre of mangel wurtzel and sugar beets, also half an acre of turnips^ these I will put where I can get at them in the winter, and when the weather will permit I will feed them freely. The swine eat them eagerly, even now, and I feel surely that such a chancre of diet occasionally in winter will be a great benefit. I also cat a few acres of clover second growth, cured it carefully, salted it well, and fed during the winter, perhaps cut short and moistened. I have quite a number of late pigs ; these I intend to feed each day, all they will drink of warm swill mode of two parts bran, one part shorts, and one part meal, and at night a feed of corn. Now, with this bill of fare and variety of diet I hope to secure health for them and profit to myself.?Prairie Farmer. Words of Wisdom. Faithfulness and sincerity are the highest things. Prnm InwAst denth there is a path to the loftiest height. It is less painful to learn in youth than to be ignorant in old age. Those who blow the coals of others' strife may chance to have the sparks fly in their own faces. There are sixty-eight different sewing machine stitches, and a hundred aud sixty-eight different ways of lying about them. We are taight to clothe our minds, as we do our bodies, after the fashion in vogue, and it is accounted fantastical, or something worse, not to do so. There is no teacher like experience? no scourge of our faults comparable to the lash. Time places in the hands of repentance The world pardons its prosperous children, and has courtly names for their lapses from rectitude, which are branded with strong siginaa when low men fall. JNE ' I Mam Single Copy 5 Cents. Items of Interest. The present productof the oil country is estimated at over 40,000 barrels per day. Out of the 33,000,000 people in Great Britain 15,000,000 live upon imported food. Barbers in Denmark are oompelled to pass an examination in elementary surgery. ; At the Krupp cannon works in Germany is a hundred - thousand - pound trip-hammer. Fourteen ex-Governors in the Senate and eight in the House; so "Howdo do, Gov.," rarely strikes amiss. It is announced that the order of Orangemen in the United States has a membership of 65,000. The principal resemblance between a man who stops a team on the crosswalk of a crowded street and half a barrel of flour is, that both make abont a hundred wait A Boston minister recently roused some of his sleepy hearers by stating in a very positive way that, notwithstanding the hard times, the wages of sin had not been cut down one iota. The problem of buying a ten-dollar Christmas present with seventy-five cents available cash will present itself for the elucidation of the brave Youngman-who-goes-to-see-hi s-girl. Tack black velvetine on board or pasteboard, arrange white, yellow, and green ferns upon it to your liking, fasten them down with a drop of gum here and there, ojuI you will have plftajripg ffifn ?I "ULauaiu, aon i you know that your baby will catch its death of cold there ?" 44 No, sir," she promptly responded. ? 44 Well, it's such carelessness as that which fills our cemetery with little graves," he continued. 44 While all the i old fools continue to live," she replied. Ann Wilson was courted twenty years I 411 Bourbon, Ky., by George M. Gillespie, Wbx> afterward went to California, and she saw nothing of liim again until very recently, when he returned, with eleven children by a iftfe who had died, and renewed the courtship. Ann accepted him. There is what seems a preposterous rule iu the Turkish armv, according to which a Turkish soldier s limb cannot be removed by a surgeo.i without the sanction of the authorities at ConstantiEle, whose decisions are oftentimes delyed for weeks, and the poor fellows will lie day after day in agony, awaiting their fate withont a murmur. Allegheny's talk is abont the attempt 1 A rrrha Vu>_ eu eiopemeui 01 u ptui w iuhid ? longed to the wealthiest families in the city. The respective parents were as full of hatred as the Capnlets and Montagues, and would not sanction a marriage. Borneo went at night underneath ? Juliet's window. She letdown a string, : xiiUt ha flttflclipd a ror>e ladder. v ivuavu MV ?? A_ which was then speedily placed in position. Juliet descended, and had barely reached the ground when her father popped his head out of the window. He climbed down the ladder as fast as he conld, and caught her. Then there was a struggle between the father and the lover for possession of the girl, who, of course, fainted. The father was the victor, and she is now underdose guard. A Care for Intemperance. It was sugggeeted some years ago that the use of cod-liver oil would have a tendency to promote a distaste for alcoholic stimulants. According to the same authority many people had found they could take wine with animal food, but not with farinaceous or amyraceous nutriment. A well known man of science, Mr. Oharles Napier, has undertaken to test these assertions, and the results of his experiments are set forth in a paper read before the physiological section of the British Association, and j which has attracted iquch attention an ! England. The experience of Mr. Napier's own family had furnished a seeming proof of the accuracy of Liebig's statement. They had for two years adopted a vegetarian diet, and although brought up in the moderate use of alcoholic liquors, now felt no inclination for them. More decisive evidenoe, however, was supplied by the application of the theory to twenty-seven cases, one of the more striking df which may be briefly cited. The case is that of' a military officer, j sixty-one years old, of an aristocratic Vomiiv trim had contracted K H.VHIDU l?juu?y | habits of excessive whisky drinking while on service with his regiment in India. We are told that his custom was : to eat hardly any bread, fat, or vege; tables, his breakfast consisting mostly of salt fish, and his dinner almost wholly of roast meat. Daring the day he consumed from a pint to a quart of whisky, and was not sober more than half his time. By Napier's advice he was induced to retnrn to the breakfast of oatmeal porridge on which he had been brought up, and to adopt a dinner of which peas and beaus formed important ingredients. He does not seem to have liked the change at first, and made the significant complaint that he could not " enjoy his whisky " as much ns formerly. About this time there was a panic among flesh eaters in England, owing to the cattle plague, and, consequently, the whole family was put on a vegetarian diet. For some weeks the husband grumbled very much, but*his taste for whisky gradually disappeared, and in two months from the time he became an entire vegetarian he relinquished aloo! holic stimulants, and, according to Mr. Vnn>'/? boa nnt Rinee returned to either u|7iVi y __ flesh or alcohol.?New York Sun. Can Write bat nut Read. The Raliegh (N. C.) Observer says : There is a man that resides in Bnckhom , Township, this county, who has until I recently been a county official for thirty I years. He is an illiterate man, cannot ; read a line of print or manuscript, hut A j can write page after page as smoothly ; and correctly as any bookkeeper in the city. He is very fond of writing, especially if any one dictates, and then : when the manuscript is oompleted, he , knows no more about it than a hog docs ! of Greek. He bought a common cedar pen staff and holder thirty years ago, and has used no other since. These facts ran be vouched for by a number of I reliable citizens of this city.