The people. (Barnwell C.H., S.C.) 1877-1884, January 24, 1884, Image 1

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CHRISTMAS EVE. God Mm* the little etookiDg* . - ill orer the land to night, Hung in the ohoioeet earners, In e glow of Crimean light. The tiny scarlet stocking, With a hole in the heel and toe, Ween by wonderfal Journeys ttt E*i*hni te |I _ And heartn pity the children, Wherever their home may be, Who wake at the first gray dawning, An empty stocking to eee ' Leftdfl'the Mth of childhood Hanging against the wall, Just where the <Utiling giot Of SanU's light will fali! nsk, and no one ooold nnewer, not even mjaelf. I wandered abort t th« rectory in the summer evening* and heard her sing; I tried hard to get the old gardener to let m# help him carry the wntering-pota, and when I succeeded, felt, aa I entered the rector’* garden, that I waa entering la paradke. Alaa! alas! my awkwardheaa again banished me. She met me (me evening in the garden, a* I waa coming along the path, with my cans foil of water, and spoke to me, and said Who ha* no scarlet stockings With ehfldlsh teys to fill! Who sttein tbs msarthy twilight, WHt tar fiwpihst the pane, And griev** «cr the UUle baby Whsma grave i* oat in the rain! Oh, tbs empty |boes and stockings, rer laid e 1 aside, Oh, the tangled, broken shoe-string That will nevermore be tied ! Oh, thaXttle graves at the mercy Of the cold December rain! Oh, the feet in their midw-white sandsli That can never trip again! Bnt happier they who ehimbei, With marble at foot and bead, Than the child who has no shelter, Ho raiment, nor food, nor bed. Tee! heaven help the living f ~ Children of want and pain, , Knowing no fold nor pasture— 1 Oat to-night in the rain! / . i—1- A CENTURY AGO. An old brown leather-covered book, the leaven yattow, the writing scarcely legible, fraaa time and decay—evidently an old, nggleiAed MS. To the fire or to my private shelf ? Which ? ttbsss ws my reflections ss I looked over the paper* of my late uncle, the rector at • Somersetshire village. I liked <*» teok of the book and de cided far the shelf; and i^ad my re ward, for I found in the crabbed char acters a simple story, evidently written toward the clone of the writer's life. This story I now transcribe into a more modern style. "Hall be fit for nothing,” said my father; "an awkward booby who bolds his awi and cuts his food with his left hand.” - * Bo said my father, and so, alas! I fait. I waa awkward. I waa fifteen; thick-net, strong, but terribly j^omsy. Leonid not make a collar, nor sew a pair of hiinkma, nor stnif a saddle, not do anything that I ought to be able to do. My fingers eecaed to have no me chanical feefing in them. I waa awk ward, and I knew it, and all knew it "I don’t know what he’s fit for,” said my father to ihe rector of the pariah. "I’ve act him to carpentering, and he’» cat his finger nearly off with an ax; then he went to the smith, and burnt his hands till he waa laid up for a month. It’a all of no nae; he spoils me more good leather in a week than his earnings pay for in a month. Why cannot he, like other Christians, me his b*Qd« as tha good Ood meant Mm to? There, look at him now, entting that back strap for th« iqniro with his left hand.” 1 heard Mm; the kaiie flipped, and UmkngisfaM of leather was divided in a moment and nttsrjy spoiled. "There now! look at that! A piece oat of the very middle of the skin end his finger gashed into the bargain.” The rector endeavored to soothe my father’s anger, while I bandaged my one the voices died away and were lost, and she and I alone, bound together and driven on by an irresistible impulse, went through the anthem; one aonl, one '’Xm'm the. boy.that broke the yaM^ spirit seemed to animate both. The aren t you ?’ I did not, could not, reply; my strength forsook cote. I dropped my cans bn the ground, where they upset and flooded away in a moment some seeds on which the rector act moat especial store. ••How awkward,'to be sure!” site ex claimed. "And how angry uncle will be." .1 turned and fled, and from that time the rectory gate was closed against me. One Sunday she sang as I had never yet heard her, not loudly, bnt so ten derly, so lovingly; I knew the change had come—she loved; it thrilled in her voice; and at the evening service ha was there. I saw him. A aolctyer, I knew by his bearing, with cruel, hard, gray eyes; and she-amigr L knew it. : I de tected a tremble afid gratitude in. the notes. 'I felt she was to suffer, as I had suffered; not that 1^ sang. I had no voice. A harsh, guttural sound was all I could give utterance to. I could whistle like a bird, and often and often have I lain for hours in the shade of a tree and joined the oonoerts in the wood*. One day Xwaa whistling, when I was tapped on the shoulder by an old man, the cobbler of the next parish. . "Sam, where did yon learn that?” "Learn what ?” "That tune.” "At church.” "You’ve a good ear, Sam "I’ve nothing else good, but I can whistle anything.” "Can you whistle me the Morning \ X / him .ebtoe up fex th* *•», Ifr. «a£*; I fffcxfld like a i to fit it, for it is very fragile, ** all that old Italian glam is; and line it with the aoftefet‘leather, please.” And so I went with the rector to bring bafifc. Am'*nse, taking two chamois leathers to bring it in. We reached the boose, and I waited in the paaaage while he went to fetch it BMhme boelrwitk a large vme, tenderly wrapped fat the leathera. Ab*H At that moment there came from the rooea, ibifieOhsA thrilled me ihraegb-aswaie* I-hear new a* I write theee knee aa ■tear, eo sweat, so purypi if aa#ngef niff Am HP® PPwPpiPQ HB6II CO I trembled, aed fergot _ bmimtm mr dropped *> tin. ground end waa shattered to pieeae. the- meter’s iKfcA ft same out and I got the "Ton awkward scoundrel! look at your work. Thirty pounds! Ilf^y Pd yen drop mm : "Ltob it flashed apon me drop my Hymn ?’’ I did so "Good; very good. Know anything of mnsic, Sam ?” . "Nothing.” "Like-to?” •Td give a!i I have in the world to (w able to play anything. My soul’s r uli of music. I can’t sing a note, but I could play anything if I was taught” "So you shall, Sam, my boy. Come home with me. Carry these skins, and you shall begin at once.” I went home sfith him, and found that he wse one of the players in the choir of his parish, his instrument being the violoncello. L, took my first lesson, and from that time commenced a new life. Evening after evening, and some times daring the day, I wandered over to his little shop, and while he sat, stitch, stitch at the boots and shoes, I played over and osar again all the mnsio I could get from the elroroh. "You’ve a beautiful fingering, Sam, my boy, beautiful; and though it does look a little awkward to see yon bowing with your left, it makes no differ- enoe to ymL You ought to be a fine player, Sam.” -nr—- X WM enthusiastic, hT* I poor. I wanted an instrument of my tut had no money and I earned nCllfT - ! could earn none. - "Bam, my boy," said the cobbler, one day, **yon ehrit hwae an fa»lnB»eul« aad your father shall buy it for you, or the whole parish shall cry shame upon him.” "Bat he don’t know a word of this,” I said. "Never mind, Bam, my boy, bs shall be glad to know of it;" and he told me his plane. On Christmas Day it was customary for the ohein of neighboring churches to help each other, and it waa arranged that the choir of our parish should play •ad ring on the meat Chxfctmae morw- ingathis pariah church, and that he 1 «ad hie choir ahos® cedh f gum to our ’pariah ter the evening service. _. "And you, Bom,” said he, '‘shatl take in ywor own ehuaeb; and, » os ;pr«m* The Oteniffg cantet a® thefie, in the ‘BmlHit gallery, I mt waiting, with my - pv lH’a msry full, agtercr.gad my lady just yoorpyaaonjow book what you’re playing, and think yenlu in the little shop; I’le brought a Nt o( leaf her to help you," and he put a piece of that biaek leather that has a peeaUar oeid aoept in front of me. The aeant flf it revived me; the memory of the aoany iMta* I hod apeefttltefe tame baekto t mei«tia>ei > iinfiIPBllna«mlm ill hymn, through the ekante and on to the anthem before the aenaon. This was to be the gem of the evening; it was Handel’s then new anthem, "I know that my Redeemer liveth.” It began—harsh, inhannoniems, out of tune—I know not why or how; but as it progressed a spell seemed upon all but tier and myself; one by one the instru ments ceased and were silent; cue by Whole as to an angel; and she, self-absorbed •od like one in a trance, sang, filling me with a delicious scuae of peace and exultation, the like of which I have i ever known since. It came to an end at last, and with the last triumphant note I fell forward on the desk in's swoon. When I recovered, I found myself at home in my own room, with the reetpr, the doctor and my parents there, and heard the doctor say :_ "I told you he would, dearmadam; I knew he would.” 1 “Thank God !” murmured my mother. ‘My dear boy, how we have feared for you 1" What a difference ! I was courted and made much of. "Genius!” aud "Very clever {’’and "Delightful talent!” snob were the expression* I now heard, in stead of "stupid!” "awkward!” and "on- fit for anything!” My father bought a fine instrument, and I was tha hero of the village for months. It was some days after that Christmas that I ventured to aek about the rector’s niece. "My dear boy,” said my mother; “the Ilkewas never heard. We saw you there and wondered what you were do ing; but as soon aa we saw you with the bow, we knew yon must be the person there’d been ao much talk about; and then, when the anthem came, and we all left off singing and they all left off ploying, and only yon and Miaa Cecilia kept on, wo were all in tear*. I saw even the rector crying; and, poor girl, «he seemed as if in a dream, and so did you; it was dreadful for me to see you with your ayes fixed an her, watching her so eagerly. And then to look at her, staring up at the stained-glass win dow as if she could see through it, miles and miles away into the sky. O, I’m sure the like never was; and then, when you fell down, I screamed, and your father ran up aud carried you down and brought you home in Farmer Blade’s four-wheeler.” After this I had an invitation to go up to the rectory, aud there in the long winter evenings we used to sit; and while I played, she sang. Oh, those happy times 1 when she loved me, but only as a dear friend; and I loved her aa I never loved before or couldTove again. I do not know the kind of love 1 had for her. I was but a little older than she waa, but I felt aa a father might feel to his daughter—a sweet ten derness aUd tote that made me pitiful toward her. I knew she loved a man unworthy of her, and I think, at times, ■he frit this herself, and knew I felt it. I waa perfectly free of the rector's house at last, and we used to find in our music a means of converse that our tongues could never have known. Ah me—those days! Gone ! Alas I they are gone. \ She left ua at last, and in a few years ' he’ Pi to fl: nr n nr cr at k k AN OLD FEUD RECALLED. THU ASTOK riMUU KMT IN NKW YOKK CITY. fa* OiSt la Ftra aa th# Meh aa* Haw It was Cltvea la the SaMtars. It has often been claimed, says a Sun day Mercury oorreapondfent, that the military authorities were somewhat to ^urritneas; and from Ms account it> blame in precipitatin’ bloodshed at the As tor Place riot, but the truth is that they not only were not to blame at all, but deserved commendation for their -. . . sell control. Findin’ matters gettin (»hgre^fion listened JweatWHH worse; instead of better by the cornin' -i J “ v ‘ of the soldiers. Recorder Talmadg* showed that he had flrst-ciasa nerve by cornin’ boldly forward, farin’ the howl in’, cursin’ mob, and makin’ a speech in favor of law and order, saying to the mob: 1 ‘Depart—return Id your homes; delay not; let this street be cleared at once, or the soldiers here—your own brothers—the armed citizens of New York will fire npon you, as sure as there is a God above ns.” But the mob only went on worse than before. They set up on awfUI yell; then they groaned at Talmadge, and fired stones at him, one of which hit him on the breast, though not woundin’ him seriously. Then Talmadge turned to General Hall, who waa in charge of n battalion, and said : "General, you will have to fire on’em after all.” "Where is the Mayor?” asked Gen. Hall. "He alone should give the order to fire.” Bnt the Mayor, Woodhull, was in the New York Hotel. Then Hall asked for the Sheriff, Westervelt. Westervelt stepped up, but was non-committal, and wanted the general to take the responsibility, which was natural enough. But Hall didn’t see it yet * V Then General Sanford and Colonel Duryea came np to Hall and Talmadge and said that this sort of thing wouldn’t be endured by the National Guard any longer. They were bein’ shot at and stoned and wounded by the mob, and were not allowed even to protect ’em- selves in return. "What do you say now, Mr. Sheriff?” asked General Hall, who was deter mined, if he could, to get hie orders be fore he gave ’em. "Your duty is only too plain, Mr. Sheriff,” remarked Recorder Talmadge. ' Yon cannot do otherwia* than give the order and fire.” The sheriff said nothin’ for a moment, turned on his heel as if to go, then sud denly turnin’ back, he went np to Gen eral S&fiford and said : "Do as you think right, General”" This might have seemed enough to the sheriff, but it wasn’t enough to Ban- ford. He, like Hall, wanted to get a definite order from somebody. So San ford looked the sheriff fall in the face and asked him plump and plain : "Do you give me the order ta fire?” And then Bheriff Westervelt said these de cisive words which settled the life and death of a large number of people: "I do, sir. * - Thai Sanford tamed to Matsell, who ton he te* te mj bon* ifpatteatiy, «t**r I Mir'*, Oh, thot night! Shall 1 ever forget its pteaeqns ?-A4he wandering looks of the htends sad neigh bn** who eons and oani te ma, Ike Aesftesd, swkmd, nteBlrt (uni*—the which they bod reard rumors. Oh, tt xrat gkrioaef The first few V. was standin’ near him, headin’ the police, os fat and round as a watermelon, but as cool aa a cucumber. "Matsell,” said Sanford, "call in your policemen. We shall have to employ bullets in half a minute.” Bayin’ this, while Mstseli called in his police, Sanford and Duryea went round once more and for the last time tryin’ to npcify the mob and disperse ’em. But ie mob didn’t care a continental. •Tire and be hanged,” "Fire if you are,” "To with yonrgnna,” “Yon «lk, bnt yon dare not shoot,” were some f the exclamations heard on all sides. One fellow in the crowd took np a big /one and held it in front of him. "Fire ato this,” he cried, and then he hnrled he ntone right against the soldiers, onndin’ one of ’em severely, at which mob set up a laugh. Another chap tore open the bosom ot his shirt and struck his brio breast vio- lently with his olesekad bauds. "Fire into this,” he cried, hittiu’ his breast >nce more. "Shoot mo here and take .he life out of a free born American citi zen for a British actor, if you dare.” I The crowd aronnd went madder than ver at this speech, and a chap hard by, regular rough, took up a pavin’ stone, and with a yell hnrled the stone full against the sword arm of General Ban- lord, disablin’ it for the time. 'This seemed to act on the mob like the Mist taste of blood on the tiger, and others began firin’ mhrilsi at Sanford, but minin’ him in their haste. It was again doubted whether the military and the police together could quell the mob. One man prophesied a genera! uprisin’ throughout the entire shy of New York. It wn really, as OoL Duryea after ward remarked', speakin’ of it, "an awful moment.” • But it was only a moment The first order to the aoldien to fire pa ’he mob was green by General Hall dearly and distinctly he spoke the ter- ible ward, "fire!” It waa heard plainly long the whole line of soldiery, amid 1 the canin’ and olaaocin’ of the mob. Bnt only one musket responded to the rder, and some of the mob laughed in loekery. Then General Sanford took np the •ord. "Fire ! Fir* I" tie Palled oat wioe, at the top of Us tengi. / - • • i / A number of muskets this time obeyed the command; but the firin' did not be- ■xnne general Then Colonel Duryea took np the word. "Fire, Guard* I Fire !” he called out. . , And the Guards fired, in earnest. Such is the history of the memorable firin’ on the mob at A*tor Place by an evident that the military endured till they could endure no more, end showed patience as well as obedience. A Veteran. During the recent cold days, says the Boston Journal, the boys, in accord ance with old-time and honored habit have gathered together on the parade, ground of the Common and indulged in lively games at foot-ball The other day, while a company of them was thus engaged, and they were bowling and yelling in sneh manner that if there had been any welkin round there it would have been made to ring to some purpose, an elderly citizen, who displayed a greater circumference of his equator than he did when he was a lioy, came by with a younger friend and stopped to look at the fun. "That looks like s good, warm game,” said the elderly citizen as he looked upon the fray. "How well I remember playing foot-ball when I was of their age. I believe I am good for a kick now, although it is fifty yearn since I tried it If the ball comes this way, I’ll give it a rise.” Presently the rub ber sphere came flying toward him, and he caught it deftly and claimed the right to a kick, which the boys allowed. The elderly citizen then placed the. ball on the ground, stepped back about ten feet and prepared for a violent effort. The boys, seeing the determination of his look, retired to a safe distance. The elderly citizen then laid aaide hit hat and overcoat, hopped up and down thrioe on his left foot while all the boys looked anxious for fear he would send '''the ball out ot sight, and having got the range, ruahed down upon the inert sphere ana delivered a kick that was in tended to make all previous efforts in that line seem feeble. Unfortunately, however, the kick was given a moment too soon, the heavy boot of the elderly citizen went about six 'inches oyer the ball, and the leg attached thereto, not meeting the expected resistance, shot as far heavenward as its attachments to its owner’s body would allow. The elderly citizen was thus thrown off his balance; he sat down directly upon the ball with a force of about five thousand foot pounds ; "there came a burst of thunder sound” as the globe was rent in twain by the shock, and as the observer of the scene departed le left the elderly citi zen robbing his person with one hand, while with the other he was fishing coin out of his pocket for the boys to buy a new ball A Steamer Imported in Sections. NaaM al (hr PtyMaMk Paatar’a Malta** la a HaaSav tHwraar** aa l^va. 1IUM0RGBS PAPtlf, WHAT WB FIND IN •VKK. • little mar in. StM felt he’d claim her a* his OWN, For wusmu’s wit i* quick to as* The growth of mad* by Cupid sown JnM after tea 80* Mashes red whea cfow ah* hsare.. _. The low-toned word* hr jmt hu uV) And trembling on (he verge of tears. ttb* bloahM rad. And itartlad st the look cha bean, For, ere he flnUbed, her coft heed Droops and to Ua shoaiAer near*. Hs baste* to "I lovo—| love I Tour dainty little band prepare* ri She kl*'hM rad. * -PMlatUfMa CaU. The Athabaaka, one of the Clyde-built steamships for the Canadian Pacific Rail way, has arrived at Buffalo. She came in two sections, which will be joined into a complete hull at the lower dry-dock of the Union Ship-yard The arrival of a ClydQ-built b «t has nararaliy occasioned considerable interest in marine circles. The Athabaska is one of five steamship that will form a line from Algoma Mills, Georgian Bay, to Port Arthur, Lake Su perior, a distance of 350 miles. The line will be owned and run in connection with the Canadian Pacific Railway. The AthabaskairuTateel throughout. She is 270 feet over all, thirty-eight feet beam, draws sixteen feet two inches, and measures eight feet between decks. 8he is quite sharp forward, and has a clean cut stem, though having barely half the overhang of the average lake steamer. The hull is divided into seven com partments. Her carrying capacity is about two thousand tons. The steamer is provided with no leas than twelve en gines, including two for working the rudder. Qua of the most remarkable of her appliances is what is called a repeat ing telegraph. By means of this the pilot gives the signals to the engineer, who receive* them on a dial in the engine room, and sends them back to the pilot on the bridge. The latter can thus tell whether his orders have been understood. Another indicator on the bridge shows the direction of the rodder at all times. 1 “ The AtbaWska left Glasgow about September Pfor Montreal, with a cargo of soft ooal and pig iron, under command of Captain Davidson. She arrived at that port after a tedious trip of twenty- one days, her air pomps giving out folly eight times on the trip. It was neces sary to ant the boll in two in order to take it through the shallow canals of the lower St Lawrence. As she waa built with this object in view, readily accomplished, were placed on pontoons to go tl the canals. Arriving at the foot of Iiake Ontario, the pontoons were removed, and the parts reeled on their own bot toms. Two more ships are new in the Welland Canal, and are expected daily. the work was The section* "Yes,” said the farmer, "that eew is badly hurt and wouldn’t bring |5. Bnt I shall get more for her. A party of •well city fellowi are coming down here to hunt, and I shall pot her up in the scrub ptee lot and tell them dear aboond np there. Oh, she’s as good aa eaU for Mr. Beecher, at Plymouth Church, took as hie text, John xx., ff-10.^he passages descritie the haste of Peter and John to the ai-pulchro after Christ had riacu. In the course of hit rormon he Spive Utterance to the following : •" Ji>lin and Peter raoed! That woe a grand and glorious race to the sepulchre. WcU, now you would lie! on Peter, every one of you. John wee a very modest man, bnt he cannot forget to put in what no mythical man would ever hare pur i n , th at ”t1nr other died pie ontran Peter.* “Peter loved ; John*., loved. John loved with reflective power, Ffeter with motive. Stat makes a very great dif ference. Peter’s zeal was not fed from the head; it woe the impulse of blood. John was a passionate man, but reflec tion grew with him a* action tended to grow with Peter, and he lived more and more an inward life than Peter. "In that race to the sepulchre love and reflection l>ent love and impulse. Bo it has l>cen ever ainco. Not that tore and impnlae arc bad; not that cither of them ahonld exist alone; bnt if they are separated and divided to the end of the world love and reflection will beat in activity, in large sco[>c, love and blood impulse. / "There are multitudes of mdn who feel deeply, but feeling works inwardly, and the more powerfully they feel the less they are disposed to speak or to act There are men who are like the strings of a harp; you oonnot touch them that they do not answer back again instantly. Feeling works outwardly with them. There are many men who, under heat, lioil and bubble and throw oil the lid and overflow and put out the fire. "When the potato was first carried to England they ate the tops. They didn't know that the real potato lay under the ground, hidden. There are a great many men whose graces grow on the top. They have no bottom roots at Ml. They are all development. "The power of one common Church is that the lordliness of lovt brings to gether all these gifts and graces that are distribnted through various personal ities, and makes them one in the life of the Church. "The men of divine, governmental sympathy and the men of human sym pathy, and the Church needs them both. "Schools in theology make themselves the arbiters of all God’s decrees and all The edfor 0 f a paper bm i God’s thought and admiration. The Sons asked him. and dres more aanrere. extreme schools judge everything by than any man living, fbongh aoaedntie their tenet, and4he lax schools judge answers may not be right. For instance, everything by their tenet. There ain’t one of you right, from the East to the West. You are all imperfect. "In this life we are tel fragmentary, and in no direction more,than in moral government In no direction are there more different Urea of thought possible. "You will sooner build a church that will hold tel the population of the globe than you will build one that will hold 1 tel the varying beliefs. "The law of unity is not the law of similarity. It is the low of love by which every man receives every other, and considers that variation from him self as a rich contribution to the wily and the grandeur of the whole, for the Church of Christ moat represent the ram total of tel that which God has re vealed in tUU Ilf* and th* varying rii*. oositions of the men of the earth. "If we must analyze, divide, separate, then of the two choose not zeal, clamor ous and full of exterior activity. Choose reflective love, not without ac tivity, bnt more alow, more continuous, deeper, and that pots into-the result of activity more of God. "Now, take this one thought home. It i* original—I mean it will be if you practice it in your life and in your home. Bet yourself not np.as the judge of man. Accept those around you in everything that is in accordance with love and re flection. Take them tp yourself; take yourself to them. In your neighbor hood, everywhere, thank God for the differences that are Jhia side of wicked ness. Every variation from yon is an accretion to yon if yon will so accept t.” A MO MOTAKB. "Ah! how dc do?" exclaimed the hotel cleric delightedly, grasping the hand of a stronger and giving tt a vigor ous shake. "I suppose you will prefer the second floor front mile; magniisent apartments, rad cheap, too, only $00 a day.” "$ftO a what?” gasped tbd straiyer. "A day. Will yon go rp dost?’* "Not so fast, not so fast, yonag man,* said the stranger. -"Don’t you think your (erma are just a little high? ItM a banker, bnt my fcaoome jeooipfK),000 a year.” "Oh! I see, I see,” said the clerk; "then a fifth floor $4 room will suit you. I mistook you for an editor. ’’—Evening Call ‘. ■ . ' •■Ji ^ cut* r» TVs Some weeks since the Committee on the Science of Political Econoosy of tee Lime-Kiln Club were instructed to care fully investigate the query l "Why will a man pay out $4,000 to be elected to a 93,000 office T" The matter woe in band and every effort mode to < at a satisfactory sointion, but the eere- mitteo now came fbrwaid with tee acknowledgment fhat it was too for them, and they asked to be charged from the further of the subject. ^ "Dar’ am sortin' things nebber be found out, an’ die ’em,” said the President, mittsc am discharged, an’ will now close in doe form, as yon go out dot I am de only pussoo who brung his nmbreller along to kesp off de wot” kin "Do de teen.'V The correspondent of on says : "I hare a suffered from periodtete Please answer through your paper and let me know what I should do with him. I'm afraid he wfll get ’ if something k not editor puts on hie i authorities on staggers te rad answers aa follows: "Our ’Every man his would be to take him ] toai would not need the adviee, as ho would sell the hone too qniok, i him perfectly sound. on a perusal of teeteduablel Amm da k Prehistoric Race. "All along the Pacific Coast,” says a writer in the San Francisco Bulletin, "are to be found indelible tnoes of a long-forgotten and prehistoric race. While the investigation has been ot bat comparatively recent date, still enough has been discovered to show that an almost limitless field baa been so far only dipped into in a few places most easy of access to the explorer. As yet, these researches have been confined al most altogether to th* immediate coast of Southern California and to the cluster of islands lying at a short distance there from, which are now almost or quite uninhabited, and are only need as ranges for sheep and half-wild cattle or hogs. They are known to have been densely populated in long ages past, ss is shown by extensive remains in the shape of burial places rad debris of former hab itations. Large quantities of interest ing relics hare been exhumed and shipped to tdtifcraut Dcsiao the year 1888 more than 2,801) Mormon proselytes hare strived of Ban 7 ’ ’ - •>* FTVB &ITT&U _ _ _ "Why did yon buy a new tmtr asked a husband of his wife. ‘‘Because I hot to, that’s why.” "Will you attend both banquets this evening r said the enshiar to thh pwteg teller. "Yes, if the bank quits in time.” • "How many boys in your family?” "Six, and a boisterous time we hare of it, too. •‘Well, we’ve only got one, and M boy stir w enough without multiplying by half a dozen.” "Pa, I want an overcoat.” "How much?” ,, "Twelve dollars.” "That’s low enough; don’t overtoil* "What a small man’Xodjerinrt oand te,” remarked a Indy at th* table. 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