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- -,?* ■ im- • tzd * • .« r v r.»» i* ■■ a.. * •, Jrdt* *•• v j.o .v. >. . ... , * l t- ■•'.% : ^-*T '% •'. v- ^ *« 1 #' *■«!»•* 1 •’.jJ '•iW si *?-•• »/• LHl HER ATX). -&W-, VOL. II. * i^fer “IF FOR THE' LlfiERTY WORLD WE CAN DO ANYTHING.” or——: ; : ■ . . - • ■ ' 1 ’ W . ' DARLINGTON. SOUTH CA^tULlNA, WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 31, 1892. NO. 52 Nut Orchards—Why Not! Nuta are healthful, nutritions and agreeable food. IMie market is not Hdanufactur^rl’ j Record overstockeil; indeed, the demand is the greater than the supply. This fact is being recognized. The chestnut English walnut, butternut, block walnut, pecan and' hickories in van-* ety. besides the hazle-nut, or better, its improved farm, the filbert, are all valuable: The pecan, chestnut, Eng lish walnut and hazle-nut bring best price. Tift small, thin-jbel 1 ed, sweet- meated hickory-nut altfys fi,ni nfty- ket. Our native nut trees are slow about coming into bearing, acquir ing usually eight to twelve years. Little has been done by cultivation and selection to improve them. What may be done has been shown by the European chestnut; the num ber of varieties has been increased, the nuts are larger and of better quality and the tree bears earlier than our own. There is a dwarf Japanese variety that comes into bearing at four to five years, and bears larger nuts than the European, bnt it is not very hardy. Doubtless they could be made more hardy by grafting on our own native stock. The 014 aid the New. The 'following extracts from the contaia words of truth and wisdom: A poor man can make his little money'’go further‘ia the South than in other section of this conn try. * A man of moderate maaosepokfind [.better dpportuhities in the Sohth for ^ 80 ^ ^ ^ ^ engaging in business than in any . 3*® , An example of the difference in the shickraising of years ago and the methods employed by the best stock farmers now is given in Farm and Fireside by R. M. Bell: “The old idea was, a sheep was current at one dollar a head, as goed as a trade dollar. The produce of the flock was of course, hairy fleece of two or three pounds and a lamb once a year no better than its mother. “Now, a sheep that is worth keep ing must give a fleece of eight to twelve pounds, a lamb that will weigh from fifty to seventy-five pounds at six to twelve weeks old, and, if pos sible, a second lame six mouths later. “Besides these, the value of the manure from a sheep is worth to the fertility of tb^farm one dollar a year; some estimate it higher. Again, to this account add what it would cost in cash to destroy weeds, briars and brush, say from one to two dol lars a head. These figures are not unreasonable, and are verified on many well-managed farms by pro gressive aggriculturists.” Farm Nates. Store the bones from your table in a box or btlrrel, covered up. Success generally attends well tend ed crops inspiteof insect depredations. Let no weeds mature. Cut them, place in the compost heap or turn them under. In agriculture the increase in net income is very often in reverse ratio to the amount of land cultiva ted; that is, if yon count acres, not where you count depth. A good farmer may have a poor house, but a poor farmer never has a good barn. Tue stock, tools and crop are the real money earners, and they must have shelter. A man who owns fifty acres and is out of debt is happier and has a bet ter chance of success than one who thinks he owns a hundred acres, but has a mortgage tied to it. There are fewer men now who think they "‘know all about farming” than there were ten years ago, and yet people are learning more about it all the time. . Hangings, Meetings, the Cnre. The fiequent mob violence report ed in the South—in which thegnat- est brutalities attend the lynchings— is occasion for profound regret on the part of the law-abiding citizens of both races. Lynchings seem to be on the increase as crime is on the increase. The Messenger stands by law, or der , right and justice. It deplores all mob violence. It is not surprised when Judge Lynch hangs, but it profoundly laments the occurence. When men are lifted in the moral scale and are brought under the be nign and saving power of the relig ion of the Lord Jesus Christ they will “quit their meanness”—their cruelty and deviltry. The court can only punish. To purify and uplift demands a higher power than poor, weak man possesses.—Wilmington Messenger. - A young and handsome man was once asked why he had married a rich old wenan. “My friend,” he replied, “let me ask you what poor young man, in a hurry to get an enor mous bank note cashed, would trouble himself to look at the date of it.” Soath. other jJSrt^of the country. I manufacturer with limited cap' ta|,ca^ fijid better sites, dan buy his raw materials cheaper and can make larger profits from his business in the South than elsewhere in the United States. A man who can command largei amounts of capital can find in the South opportunities for investments that will pay him larger returns than any other opportunities that the world can offer. The poor man must tie industrious, the man of moderate means must be careful, the manufacturer must be master of his trade, and the capitalist must have good judgment and use it. Hnnorous. A regular bore—The auger. Women are wedded to fashion, and they love, honor and obey it cheer fully. A model surgical operation—To take the cheek out of a young man and the Jaw out of a woman. Tubbs—I flatter myself that hon esty is printed on my face. Grubs— Well—er—yes, perhaps—with some allowance for typographical errors. Gushing amateur — Wonderful pianist, isn’t he? Carping critic— Oh, yes, wonderful. He plays all the easiest passages with the greatest difficulty. He—Do you really believe that the receiver of stolen goods is as culpable as the thief? She—Why, certainly. He—Then how can you consistently object to my stealing a kiss? She—You will love me always, won’t yon, dear? He—Always, dar ling. She (petulantly)—Oh—He— What in the world is the matter? She —Why don’t you say twice as long as always? “Willie,” said mamma, “tell Mary Ann not to forget to order sweet bread for lunch.” “Very well,” said Willie, and then he went'down stairs and told the cook that his mamma wanted plenty of cake at the midday meal. “I suppose yon two young people would as lief I’d retire,” said Scadds, facetiously, after Mr. Kissam came into the parlor. “Well papa,” re plied Sue, “you know when you were talking politics a while ago you said you were opposed to a third party yourself.” “There is only one thing, dear madam, about your charming boy wbich pleases me particularly,” said the visitor, who had patiently sub mitted to having his corns trampled upon and his whiskers pulled out by the young hopeful. “And that is?” smiled mamma. “1 >ear madam, that he is nut a twin.” “So you enloyed your visit to the Zoological Garden, did you?” in quired a young man of his adored one’s little sister. “Oh, yes! And do yon know, we saw a camel there that screwed its mouth and eyes around awfully, and sister said it looked exactly like you when you are reciting poetry at evening parties.” A good fertilizer for pot plants is made as follows: To a gallon of bone dust add a gallon of dry, fresh wood ashes and half a gallon meas ure full of guano, and about the same quantity of freshly-slacked lime as guano. Mix the whole well together, and add an equal bulk of dry, sandy soil, after which the whole may be sifted or screened, and then preserved in a tub in a dry place. This pre paration must be used dry, in the shape of a top-dressing, a very slight sprinkling being sufficient Every farmer should be a specialist of some kind. That is, while he ought to bo able to do all kinds of farming fairly well, he should strive to do some one thing especially well. Let this be fruit-growing, bee-raising, hog-cultnre, or whatever branch of farming be- may prefer. He will make his biggest profit on his spe cialty, btft have his other branches tq feed it and be a stop-gap in the years when there may be a failure or unprofitable prices in his specialty. —Bulletin. The friends of b&or are geuefi those who like it in ptthers.. »• T '*.•**»«*sfoNMT.1JTNA ATNIGHT The Bdes canal is eightj^eigbt miles long. 4 ThfW are 7^500,000 young men $ 5 the United Staisis- ? *'jL, „ . HOW THE HEAVENS APf^ARED Ta OARING TRAVELER. TO Wine clarifiers ia: most “Yes, mos- The kind of salvation that tell* the kind that San be seen in ns. The capacity of the largest lour ing mill in Minneapolis is 15,300 bar- 1 rels a day. Some one says that liquor strength ens the voice. This is a mistake; it only makes the breath strong. Between Paris and Berlin mail matter is now transmitted in thirty- five minutes by the pneumatic pro cess. “Gently the dues are o’er me steal ing,” said the man who had five due bills presented to him in one day. It is estimated that there are less than 10,000 paupers in the Japanese empire, with its population of 237,- 000,000. Twelve out of the twenty-three presidents of the United States have had military training and experience. On the icy peaks of the Hymalayas, in India, there is a “snow maggot,*’ weighing nearly a pound, and exoel- lent to eat Germany, in anticipation of a war with France, has a golden treasure of 960,000,000 marks stowed away in a safe place. Bonds to the amount of $250,000,- 000 are held by the United States government at security for National Bank circulation. There are over 2,000 tons of silver bars, 55,000,000 silver dollars, and $35,000,000 in gold coin stored in the Philadelphia mint. “Some annoyances are the tiresome, don’t you think so?” why, even a little thing like a quite bores me.” There is an old saving, and a true one, there is no telling what a man is worth until he is dead and his fun eral expenses paid. Truckee, Nevada, had a shaving contest recently. The successful artist craped his man in forty-five seconds, and no blood was shed. An act by wbich we make one friend and one enemy is a losing game because revenge is a much stronger principle lhan gratitude. A Lansing, Mich., schoolboy drew a revolver on his teacher, and an investigation showed that thirteen of the boys were similarly armed. Tramp—Could you give a poor man a bite or two without mnch trouble? Housewife—I can. Joe, unchain Nero and take his muzzle- off. “Is there much water in thec'stern, Biddy?” inquired a gentleman of his Irish servant. “It is full on the bottom, sir, but there’s none at the top,” said Biddy. The dynamo is replacing the bat tery to such an extent in telegraphy that its use will, it is thought, be universal in a few years. It is both cheaper and more efficient. “Liquor,” said the lecturer, “is re sponsible for mnch of the misery in this world.” “That’s so said an old toper in the audience. “I am always unhappy when I can’t get it” The latest cure for neuralgia hails front Russia, where a physician claims to be able to cure the com plaint by casting a beam from an arc electric light on the affected part Wanted, a Boy. A j >lly boy. A boy fall of vim. A boy who scorns a lie. A boy who will never smoke. A boy with some “stick to it” A boy yho takes to the bath tub. A boy who is proud of his big sis ter. A boy who thinks hard work no disgrace. A boy who does chores without grumbling. A boy who believes that an educa- tiou is worth while. A boy who plays with all his might during playing hours. A boy who thinks his mother above all mothers is the model. A boy who does not know more than all the rest of the house. A boy who does not think it incon sistent to mix playing and praying. A boy who does not wait to be called the second time in the morn ing.—Star of Pinta. [g the Dreaded Volcano In the WftJUftg Near the Crater for >eunrl4»—iUw (SvAtcipt Wa* Mad*, hfa) JIa'taa, . * The story of ths ascent of the monn- n from whose smnitdt Plato, lb his _rene and thoughtful time, and Mr. , Gladstone, th our tponbleuS days, have, P‘» er8 - among mahy great men, iu great wander ter y, the * a strong* fas- * * cination Alyecanse of Its ’ wide contVast, the origin of the first flashes what Its stern 'exaction of'strength abdeh- 18 “ow termed the electric arc>,That was .eighty years ago, and note the grand discoveries since then: The idea of two pieces of charcoal, one about an inch long and one less than a sixteenth part of an inch in diameter, being brought near to each other, till they produce a bright spark, for ho they did. One part of the coal was imjie- diately ignited to a whiteness, and h> removing them apart Davy found a con stant discharge of electricity took place sufficiently strong to heat the air in a given space three times their size. He caught the idea in a moment and studied ont the mystery which the two pieces of coal had produced, a grand scheme and discovery. He saw the most bril liant ascending light, like a glowing arch, broad and perfectly conical in the middle. The philosopher experimented to his heart’s content, each day bringing forth new discoveries, and there is now no higher scientific name known to men or more honored for his great works and discoveries than Davy, who, like Frank lin, lived in his scientific experiments and for humanity. He, too, saw glorious discoveries to be made, and hoped to live to witness the result of many of his own discoveries.— New York Telegram. durance and its supreme, awe inspiring reward, the realization of that which inspired the ancients and the poets of the Middle Ages. From the banana and the orange groves, from the vineyards and the palms, through the seven botanical re regions to the snowcapped crust that spreads for ten square miles between the awfnl depth of unquenchable fire and the blue heaven that suddenly seems to be brought near, the traveler mounts with an ever increasing sense of the vastness beyond and around him. When twelve miles of the ascent from Catania have been accomplished the summit looks as far off as ever. When Mr. Eodwell made the ascent, in August, 1877, no rain had fallen in Bicily for three months, and along the eastern sea base of the mountains the mean temper ature was 82 degs. Fahr. His starting point was Catania: his first halt at Nico- tosi, a little town consisting of one long itrect, bordered by one storied cottages >f lava. Nicolosi hits more than once oeen shaken to the ground by earth quakes. From thence begins the jour ney, on muleback, by no definite path, over a vast tract covered with lava and ashes, with here and there patches of broom. The mules know all abont it. and wise travelers trust them as they deserve. 1 Around the district of lava and ashes lie forests of small trees, and at a height of 4,216 feet is the Casa del Bosco, where men in charge of the woods live and whence the start for quite the upper re gions of the mountain—where cold sur passing that of the higher Alps has to be encountered—is made. There, Mr. Kodwell records, “the air was so extra ordinary still that the flame of a candle placed near the door did not flicker.*' At 6.300 feet the Regione Deserta is en tered. Lifelessness is all around. Si lence broods over the waste of black sand, ashes and lava; ants are the only living creatures in the crater region. A little lower down Spulfanzaui found jays, thrashes, ravens, kites and a few partridges. There was no moon on the night on which Mr. Rodwell made the ascent, but as the desolation deepehed, and the earth became more arid and more void and mute, the heavens “took up the wondrous tale.” “The stars,” he says, ‘shone with extraordinary brilliaucy and sparkled like particles of white hot steel. 1 have never before seen the heavens studded with such myriads of stars. The milky way shone like a path of fire, and meteors flashed across the sky in such numbers that 1 soon gave op any attempt to count them. The vault of heaven seemed to be much nearer than when seen from the eartn and more flat, as if only a short distance above our heads, and some of the brighter stars appeared to be hanging down from the sky.” A hundred years ago Brydoue, be holding this same wondrous spectacle of “awful majesty and splendor," re cords how he and his companion were ‘more struck with veneration than be low;" how they exclaimed together. “What a glorious situation for an ob- servatoryl Had Empedocles had the eye of Uailleo, what discoveries must he not have made!” and how they regretted that Jupiter was not visible, as he was persuaded they might have discovered some of his satellites with the naked eye, or at least with a small glass which he had in his pocket At 1:80 a. in., with the temperature at 4 degs. Fahr., Mr. Rodwell reached the welcome shelter of the Cos a In- glese, and rested there until 8 a. m.. when, the brighter stars having dis appeared, be started for the summit of the crater, 1,200 feet above him, in order to witness what Brydone calls “the most wonderful and mobt sublime sight in na ture.” There was no strong wind: the traveler did not suffer from the sick ness of which travelers constantly com plain in the rarefied air of the summit He reached the highest point at 4:40. and, cautiously choosiug a coolish place among the ainders, sat down on the ground, whence steam and sulphurous acid gas were issuin';-, to wait for the sun rise. “Above the place where the sun would presently appear there was a brilliant red, shading off in the direc tion of the zenith to orange and yellow: this was succeeded by pale green, then a'long stretch of pale blue, darker blue, dark gray, ending opposite the rising sun with black. This effect was quite distinct; it lasted some ininntes and was very remarkable. This was suc ceeded by the usual rayed appearance, and at ten minutes to S the upper rim of the sun was seen over the mountains of Calabria.” Bo simply does Mr. Rodwell record the guerdon of his toil, for, as he says truly Uo one would have the hardihood to at tempt to describe the impressions which are made upon the mind while the eyes are beholding the sunrise from the sum mit of Etna. How greatly the isolation of the awful mountain adds to the incom municable effect Brydone implies when he dwells upon “the immense elevation from the surface of the earth, drawn, as it were, to a single point, without any neighboring mountains for the senses and imagination to rest upon and re cover from their astonishment, in their way down to the world.” It mnst be a wonderful experience to turn from such a contemplation to gaze into the vast, precipitous abyss of the great crater, even when it is quiet, as on this occa sion.—Philadelphia Telegraph. DaYy’t Renearchet* Sir Humphry Davy was so much in terested in electricity that he made many experiments which have becotfa historical in their utility. His brilliant discoveries so excited him that he coaid with difficulty leave them for needed repose. He would have killed himself by his constant experiments and steady application to the science had he not become prostrated and his life endau- gered thereby. His remarkable expert- 'meats, brilliant and triumphant, are yet to be outdone by more modern philoso- Bir Humphry Davy’s great bat- cpmposed of 2,000 cells, became world wide and historically honored. It Strange Indian Heads* Among the Indians of North America many strange beliefs are held respecting demon heads that wander about, some times harmlessly aud at other times for malignant purposes. Borne of them are of gigantic size, with wings, while oth ers have faces of fire. There used to be a society among the the Iroquois organized for the purpose of propitiating these extraordinary ter rors. The latter, according to popular conception, most commonly moved abont from tree to tree in solitary places, where they were apt to be encountered, much to the discomfort of hunters and women who chanced to be alone in the forest Few things can be imagined more disagreeable than to meet unex pectedly in the woods a great head six feet high, without legs, arms or body. Occasionally these remarkable crea tures would talk, but it was chiefly at night that they had a fiery aspect, their favorite nocturnal haunts being marshes and pools. Members of the exercising society wore masks in imitation of the heads when they performed ceremonies for the purpose of driving such demons away. Of course the fire faces were invented to account for the jack-o'-lan terns or “iguesfatui” which haunt moist places.—Washington Star. Kitchen Work a Proud Occupation. Kitchening seems to be the only spe cies of work that no one need blush for, and, after all, does not hunger justify the means? In the midst of that period of the French revolution known as the reign of terror, did not the ex-Capncine monk, Chabot (an expert in the science of good living) invent the “omelette trnffee aux pointes d’asperges,” and also “a la puree de pintados?” Did you know that it was to the elector of Bavaria that we owe the “bavaroise,” wbich was pre pared and made under his own eyes for the first time at the Cafe Procope? Modern history also offers noble ex amples to our admiration. The Empress Elizabeth, of Austria, that accomplished horsewoman, that sovereign of a coart where aristocratic prejudices are of the strongest kind, glories in her talent as a pastry cook. Her daughter, the Arch duchess Valeria, boasts of having peue trated all the secrets of the ancient and modern cuisine. Queen Victoria is very fond of making omelets, and it seems she has several recipes. Her daughter in-law, the Princess of Wales, excels in preparing tea and battered toast.—Paris Intermediaire. The Deiiign of a Jewel. The design of a jewel should be such that we can take pleasure in the idea of Its permanence. We associate perma nence with a star, and therefore a star form in jewelry is agreeable. Bnt tran sient forms, like flowers or ribbon bows, unless they are much conventionalized, present a disagreeable congruity. They onght to change with time, and they do not. Imitations of such objects may please for a moment the cariosity of the vulgar, but interest in them, even for such, is exhausted as soon as they have been examined, aud the cultivated taste finds them intolerable. Interest in an object of true art, on the contrary, never grows less.—Harper's Bazar. Wh*n They Became Acquainted. “I knew that woman when she lived in an attic.” “Yes, I can remember that time perfectly. It was when you were living in the basement of the same house.” Then there was a silence, and the waves gossiping to the beach had it all to themselves.—Boston Saturday Gazette. A Seualtlve Family. July 16, 1876, Jean Lafargue, bis wife and a daughter nineteen years of age committed suicide by hanging them selves in the dining room, all because a neighbor had accused them of stealing vegetables from her garden. This at Oise, France.—St. Lonis Republic. do 1 A Dangerous question. Little Girl—How old are you? Miss Antique—I—er—how old look? Little Girl (after reflection)—'Bout a hundred.—Good News. Not Old by Any Means. . Dumley-Brown I understand that Aunt Wnah T W h»fclh you wears Robinson referred to me yesterday as an a v J „ old fool. 1 don't think that sort of Y ° U 8,n n0t * thing is right j Deacon Ebony—I is economical, honey. Brotvn—Why of course it isn’t right. One brush do me foah a hat brush, ha’r Dumley. You can't be more than forty .brush, clothes brash, shoe brush and at the outside.—Exchange. J flesh brash.—New York Weekly. STARTED BY MAKING PAPER DOLLS. How » Paying Buslnans Grew Up Aroand Three Young and Pretty Girls. Abont ten years ago three girls in the interior of this state, brought up in af fluence, were suddenly deprived of their money. It became necessary for them to earn money, and it suited neither their tastes nor inclinations to go out of their homes, nor had they been educated In any special direction. They had skillful hands, however, and with these they got up paper dolls and put them in Buffalo shops for sale. These inciden tally came to the notice of a stationer here, who surprised them with an emis sary and a proposition to make these dolls and give him the exclusive control of thfeir sale. Imagine the astonis'iment and bewil derment of these three housekeeping girls. They were, however, persuaded into the enterprise, i.nd got together thirty housekeeping girls like them selves, who came to their honse and helped them. This year they made and disposed of 8,000 paper dolls. The or ders for the next year were larger than ever and had outgrown their home. They now engaged offices; the financial arrangement their mother took charge of, and the packing ai.d shipping fell to the father. In the midst of all this prep aration the firm failed, and they were left to straggle with discouragements and vicissitudes, as if they were in the great world indeed. Then came a proposition more aston ishing than the last, which was to equip a novelty for an American bazaar in the Cyclorama of Niagara, London, and to three girls who believed them selves unknown outside of their homes. Then came letters and propositions from here and there, and their wonder grew. But their fingers he; t pace, and they found themselves obliged to keep larger offices, to give themselves a firm name, and until scarcely realized by them selves they fonnd themselves swimming along gayly in the great current of trade. Now they added thirty more girls to their original thirty a. td to their paper dolls all sorts of preti y and dainty ar ticles in paper. Thei they bethought them of giving a reception and showing what women’s fingers could do in paper. The youngest of the trio had a pretty taste in decoration, t nd their Easter fete, for such it proved to be, gained such renown that Cleveland begged for an exhibition of the same sort, after the manner of these two cities, who always covet one another’s jierfonnances, and thither the sisters went, taking their pretty things. By and by the paper house from which they bought their pajier wondered who this, their best customer, was and what he did with such quantities of colored papers. This curiosity was carried lo the point of finding out Imagine the firm’s surprise. Three young and pretty girls, installed in one of the handsomest office buildings in the town, and sur- ronnded by sixty more girls like unto themselves, were transforming their pa per into banks of carnations, trailing vines of pnrple clematis, masses of peo nies, jonquils and tulips, violets and sweet peas, butterflies with gilded wings, bonbon and powder puff bags, dressing table even dressed in paper, and glove case, sachet powder lux, all of paper. Here was an idea, and this firm, whose, commercial instinct was alert, immedi ately invited these young women to give displays of their work at their branch houses in different cites, and thus they made visits of trinmpii to Boston, Phil adelphia, Chicago, Milwankee. The workrooms have grown again and they now employ from 80 to 100 assistants. “Mamma is still our business manager,” writes one of these in a friendly letter, “and we are happy ah o in having been of service to so many of our friends, obliged to earn money as we were, bnt with no previous preparation.”—New York Sun. The Daisy. The daisy is everywhere. I have trav eled somewhat exteniively in the Old World, but have not keen lucky enough to see it anywhere as prolifically happy as it is with ns. R is not the daisy of the poets—the daisy of Bnrns, which is not taking to wildh >od in oar eastern states, though finding itself at home in British Colombia, but a species of chry santhemum and is distinctively known in the Old World as the oxeye daisy. Like the buttercup, it is offensive to cattle, and indeed to almost all things. In a dry and pulverized condition it is fly powder, so destnu tive to all insects. In those portions of aar country where Indian corn is a staple crop, neither the buttercup nor the oxeye daisy are dreaded by the farmer. The hoe har rowing destroys it utterly, but in the New England states, where pasture is of more consequence than grain, they rob the fanner of half his profits while giving pleasure to the eye of the trav eler.—Thomas Meehan in Philadelphia Ledger. Taking It Coolly. The ship of an admiral, who was the Dnke of Wellington’^ near connection, was wrecked. He w;is placed in com mand of a second shi,), which was also lost and he himself w; s drowned. Lord Charles communicat' d the disaster to his father, who merely exclaimed, with Spartan coldness and brevity, “That's the second ship he has lost.”—Fort nightly Review. THE SONG OF PEACE A song Is astir In i he air. And 1 would drink It In With tbs scent of tbs roses rich and rare; But etill the bat' le's din Rings In my ears i nd deafens me: I cannot hear tho strain. The noise of the tv- >r!d. Its misery. Th/obe like a bluet pain. But now and then, as In despair I seek to rend tie bonds. Comes a burst of I armony on tbs air To which my heart responds: And then tbs sebe of tbs fray A moment seems to cease: Though the wondrous harmony dies away. That moment brings me peace. And then 1 pray I may retain A peaceful ness of heart. Though the warrior's laurels 1 fall to gain. Or riches of the mart For that sweet so: g will give me rest And banish all distress: The flowers of Ood and the gold of the west Will be my happiness. -navel Hoott Mines tat Harper's Basse FIRE EXPERIENCES. KATE CLAXTON TALKS ABOUT HER MANY NARROW ESCAPES. She Says That She Is in Reality a Cow ard Whenever She Hears the Cry of "Fire! Fire!"—Her Escapes Have Been Due to Extreme Coolness. For over fifteen years Kate Claxton has been pursued by a peculiar form of 111 luck. In spite of the little woman’s pluck, which has made her a heroine of several fires and a dozen or so of panics, she rather shrinks from the subject, and it is with difficulty that she can bp per suaded to tell of some of the escapes from the flames that she has had. Her experience at Harris’ theatre, when the cry of fire caused a panic, is only one of the several through which she has passed since 1873, the year of the celebrated Brooklyn fire. She had just been dragged from the stage by La Frochard, the hag in “The Two Or phans," when a reporter sought her out. The excitement of the false alarm had left her nerves a little shattered, she ex plained. When reference was made to her apparent coolness she said that her manner showed nothing of what she really felt. “I was very mnch wrought up. No one can tell what that cry of fire meant to me. I had begun to think that my evil genius had forgotten my existence, it seemed so long since the last panic. I was in an exceptionally good humor, and was sitting on the steps of the plat form when the stampede began. As is always my first impulse, I rushed to see the flames. I did not doubt that the building was ablaze. At one glance, however, I saw there was no danger, except that which comes with every panic. “You know,” she said, “that I dread a panic worse than I do a fire. My ex perience has been that more people are crashed to death iu their efforts to get out than are ever burned alive. The escapes I have made, which some seem to think almost miraculous, were the result of coolness and presence of mind. When the cry of fire is given I never allow my impulse to ran with the crowd to govern me. I imperil my life some what in order to seek out tho danger and choose the best method of escaping from it Often, it seemed to me after ward, had I followed the mad rush for the main exits I would never have escaped. “I try to impress everybody with the same idea. First vieyp- the situations and figure up the chances for escape. When the Southern hotel in St. Louis was burned, for instance, at which time twenty-seven lives were lost, I never did any of the remarkable .feats which have been attributed to me. The story is generally believed that I rolled down tho burning stairs in wet blankets. The fact was 1 staid in the burning building un til I had discovered a safe means of es cape. The fact that I was one of the last to get out caused dozens of reports to be spread. “My reputation as a fire fiend began the second year I acted in ‘The Two Orphans.’ I was playing in Brooklyn. I had thrown myself on the straw bed to sleep. I had closed my eyes, and for this reason did not discover the fire at first. When 1 was awakened and or dered to get up I saw the fire creeping along the top of the theater. Every one remembers the fatal ending. Four hun dred persons were burned or trampled to death, among whom were three of the company. The next year, 1878, 1 was caught in the Bt. Louis fire. Ever since then I have been considered a fore runner of fires. “I can only account for the numerous false alarms and panics from the fact that there are always some superstitious person in the audience who, believing me to be followed by an evil genius, shouts fire at the slightest provocation. More panics have been caused by fights in the streets and alleys than in any other way. Just a short time ago there was a panic in La Crosse, Wis., caused in the identical way as the one here. Another panic, which came near being a disaster, was caused by a street fight iu front of the Owens opera bouse, in Charleston, S. C. When one starts it is impossible to check it. I have tried screaming to the andience, but it only makes' it worse. My presence often seems to check a stampede. At the close of the panic here 1 made up my mind to have me a big sign printed with the words, ‘It is only a fight.’ “Of all the theater panics I have been in only three were caused from fire. Several times the flies have been ablaze without any one in the audience know ing it I have become morbid on the subject of fire, and no matter how late at night it is, if an alarm is sounded 1 always dress and go. When the Fifth Avenue theater, iu New York, burned 1 was present and watched it to the end. If I had been seen it would probably have been said that my presence caused it. I do not deserve the reputation of being brave in fires, for I am a great coward, so great a one that it often en ables me to seem self sustained. After such a fright am left completely un nerved.”—Louisville Courier-Journal. Faux In Shakespeare*8 Time. Fans iu Shakespeare's time seem to have been composed of ostrich and other feathers fastened to handles. Gentlemen carried fans iu those days, and in one of the later figures of the german they nqw carry fans. Accord ing to an old manuscript in the Ash- molean museum, Sir Edward Cole rode the circuit with a prodigous fan, which had a long stick, with which he cor rected his daughters.—Chicago Herald. Putting Him oar. He proposed on the way home from church one Sunday eveuing. She was too young to marry aud did not want him; bnt she said “Yes,” with the stip ulation that he should get her father's consent. The yonng man was happy until he discovered the next day that his adored one’s father had been dead sev- sral years.—London Tit-Bits. Th* Loadstone of tho Chinese. The Chinese carried their loadstone as conductor in front of them, in the form of animals, the arms always pointing toward the south, which is dpposite to what modern icientista suppose the needle U pointing, vis., toward the north,—New York Telegram, Parrying Pertinent Queries. While the method of answering one question by asking another is perhaps not one to be commended, there are cer tainly some circumstances under which it is allowable. There are some people who delight in asking personal questions, no matter how embarrassing and unnecessary they may be, and who insist upon some sort of an answer. A yonng author, whose opinion abont people and things in general is con sidered worth finding ont, says he has adopted a method of parrying the dis concerting questions so oftep put to him by almost total strangers, which proves successful in nearly every instance. “When a woman'to whom I have just been introduced at a literary evening asks me ‘if I really like this sort of en tertainment' in a confidential tone,” re marks this much questioned man, “I always ask her, just as confidentially, ‘Do you?’ and she seldom makes any further inquiries. “And when a man buttonholes me in a secluded corner, and says: ‘Come now, as a matter of fact, do you like young Dabster? Do you think he will ever amount to anything?’ I look him right in the eye and say, ‘Do you?’ and he gen erally understands what I mean.” There are some questions which can be better answered in this way than in any other, for every person lias a right to withhold his own opinion from pry ing interrogators, who usually have nimble tongues and do not scruple to use them.—Youth’s Companion. Girls and Their Mothers. It is by no means an uncommon oc currence to hear girls complain of the partiality that mothers display toward their sons. It might naturally be sup posed that if preference of any kind should be shown by a mother to her children the girls would be the favored ones, because who is better acquainted with tho many disadvantages, compared to boys, under which girls are placed, and also their need for guidance and protection, than a mother herself? There is also the common ground of sex, which one is apt to think would draw mothers and girls into closer bonds of companionship. But how many girls are in the happy position of possessing mothers to whom they can turn in times of uncertainty, and into whose sympa thetic ears they can pour without re straint and in absolute confidence all the joys and troubles, the hopes and fears and the numerons little affairs in cidental to girlhood, and which, if told at all, mnst be whispered into the ears of one of their own sex? That there are many mothers to whom every secret of a girl's heart can be un folded without fear one does not deny; that there are many—perhaps more- mothers to whom their daughters are literally strangers on such subjects is a well known fact. —London Tit-Bits. Cultivating the Kola Nut. At Lagos, which is the great export center for the kola nnt trade, the tree is called the “devil bush,” and the nuts by a name which signifies “hell seed.” Al though the people of Lagos earn all their ready money by cultivating and ship ping tho kola nut to Bahia and other places, no true native of the province would put one of them in his mouth for a thousand worlds. The trees are only cultivated at a certain time, and tho nuts are never gathered except at night during full moon. In fact the growers of kola nuts hold their “devil bush" and its “hell seed” in holy horror. Scientific experts sent out by the Brit ish government to inquire into the facts concerning the tree and its curious fruit declare that “the nut is not injurious, is unintoxicating, quenches thirst, acts as a nutritive, but is not strictly a stimulant.” It is a curious and inter esting botanical product, however.—St. Louis Republic. Altering a Great Painting. In one of the principal colleges in Paris there was once a picture showing Napoleon Bonaparte, attended by sev eral of his officers, paying a visit to a plague hospital in Egypt. After his death some enterprising artist of Bour bon tendencies and with no fear of com mitting anachronisms converted the fig ure of tho “Little Corporal” into that of Christ and transformed tho attendant generals into apostles. By a strange oversight he neglected to alter every portion of the painting, and the Saviour appeared with a pair of boots sue): as were worn by the great general.—De troit Free Press. Squirrel Hunts. Squirrel hunts on the roundup plan, after the manner of the jack rabbit hunts in the Dakotas, are becoming very popular in Washington state. A party is formed and either works as one band or divides into two sections, the section bringing in the fewest tails paying a forfeit of a dinner. At a squirrel hunt a few days ago in the vicinity of Tekoa a party of eleven persons brought in over 900 squirrel tails as the result of the day’s sport.—New York Sun. A Preventive. “My boy never heard his father swear,” remarked a Cass avenue lady to a caller the other day. “Indeed; how does that happen?” »“Well, just as soon as he was old eucitlgh to understand anything I bought a bushel of collar buttons and have al ways kept them on his father's dressing case.”—Detroit Free Press. The Bee*s Market Basket. Every bee carries his market basket around his hind legs. Any one exam ining the body of a bee through a mi croscope will observe that on the hind legs of a bee there is a fringe of stiff hairs on the surface, the hairs approach ! ing each other at the tips so as to form a sort of cage. This is the bee’s basket.— Philadelphia Record. Genuine Patriotism. Camden has a postmaster who pays for a Sunday mail service out of his own pocket.—Lewiston Journal. It nas omy been eighty-one years since the first tomatoes were introduced into America. The original plant was culti vated as a vegetable curiosity at Salem, Mass. Walter Besaut, the English novelist, was intended by his parents for the church, but fct turned naturally to lit *1 * j '' ! • f. KWWSmWMK Wif