The Fairfield news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1881-1900, September 25, 1883, Image 1

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A t TRI-WEEKLY EDITION. WINNSBORO. S. 0.. SEPTEMBER 25.1883. ESTABLISHED 1848 THE VERDICT —OF— THE PEOPLE BUY THE BEST! Mr. J.O. lloid-Dear 8lr: I bought the first Davis Machine sold by you over five years ago for my wife, who haa given it a long and fair trial. I am well pleased with It. It never Rives any rouble, and is as good as when first bought. J. W. BOMCK. Wtnnsboro, 8. April 1888. Mr. Boao: Ton wish to Know what I have to gay In regard to the Davis Maclilne bought of you three veara ago. I feel i can’t say too much In its favor. I made about 180,oo within five months, at times running it so fast that the needle would get per fectly hot from friction. I feel confident I could not nave done the same work with as much ease and so well with any other machine. No time lost lu adjusting attachments. The lightest running machine 1 nave ever treadled. Brother Jauies and Williams’ families are as much pleased with their Davis Machines bought of you. I want no iiettcr machine. As I said before, I don’t think too much can be said fortbe Davis Macnlne. Hespectfully, El.l.KN .'TkVRNSON, FairfWd County, Aprl\ 1883. Mr. Botn: My machine gives me perfect satis- ‘ ‘ ' ith It. faction. I find no fault with it. The attachments are so simple, t wish for no better than the Davis Vertical Feed. Respectfully. _ Mrs. R. Millino. Fairfield county, Apn 1 , 1883. TOO LATB. He plucked some sprays of mignonette One morning, while the dewdrops, yet Bright, glistened on each tiny flower. He thought the blossoms passing fair, Because their fragrance filled the air, Until the sultry noontide hour. And then they dropped; his careless hand Failed to supply their life’s demand; And yet, man-like he marveled, when They fainted, lu the sun’s bright glare. He was so strong, that their despair Seemed strangely far beyond his ken. “Thirsting?” he questioned in surprise, Then gave them drink, with tear filled eyes. Each floweret raised its low-bowed head Save one, whose fragile stem had broken! Too late the care! sweet love’s fond token, The fragrant mignonette was dead. SEEKING A DIAMOND. , perhaps, one Mr. Bo id: I bougut a Davis vertical Kce«i ewiug Machine from you four years ago. I am slighted with it. it never has given me any rouble, and bas never been the least out of order. It is as good as when I first bought it. I can cheerfully recommend It. Respectfully, Mrs, M. J. K IRELAND. MonHceiio, April 30, 1883. Mr. Peter Pinto was, of the most enthusiastic of modern col lectors. Far be it from us to convey the im pression that he went around with a pencil and a pocketbook bulging full of papers in beiialf of gas companies and cheap coal associations. On the con trary, he despised trade and all its plebeian concomitants, He kept a gen ealogical tree, and prided himself on being distantly related to some one or other who had come over in the May flower, and having a cousin who had once known Longfellow, the poet. He read, studied high art and devoted him self to the dream-world of the ideal, lis floors were carpeted with tiger- skins, dimly splendid Eastern draperies inng on his walls and shut out what ittle sunshine filtered through the medieval glass of his stained windows, le delighted in mouldy folios, rare edi tions grinning Chinese idols and masses of charmingly ugly Eastern lacquer-work. But the taste which had the strongest possession of his soul, and which drag ged most persistently at his purse strings, was one for precious stones. “If it hadn’t been for that, I should This is to certify that I have been using a Davis Vertical Feed Sewing Machiue for over t w ■ years, purchased of Mr. J. O. Hoag. I haven't fonn 1 i t passessed of any fault—all the attachments are so simple. It neverlefuse-i to work, and is eercalnly the lightest running in the market. I consider It a first class machine. Very respectfully. Minnie M. Willingham. Oakland, Fairfield county, S. C. rave been a rich man I Mr. Pinto. “Of course in Mr Boao : i am wen pieaseu in every parucui with the Davis Machine nought of you. 1 think a drat-class macnine In every respect. You knew you sold several machines of the same wake to different members of our famUies, all of whom, as fa. as I know, are well pleased with them. Respectfully, Mrs. M. H. Moblkv. Fairfield county. Abril. USE This is to certify we nave na i in constant use the Davis Machine bought of yon about three years ago. As we take in work, and have made the price of it severalilmes over, we don’t want any better machine. It is always ready to do any kind of work we nave to do. No puckering or skipping stitches. We can only say we are well pleased ana wish no better machine. i atbbrine Wylie and Sister. April 35,1888. I have no fault to find with my machne, and don’t want any better. I have nude the price of it severs times by taking in sewing. It is always ready to do its work. I think it a first-class ma chine. I feel I can t say too ranch for the Davis Vertical Feed Machine. Mrs. Thomas Smith. Fairfield county, April, 1883. Mr. J.O. Boao—Dear Sir: It gives me mich pleasure to testify to the merits of the Davis Ver tical Feed Sewing Machine. The ma- bine I got of you about five years ago. has been almost In con stant use ever since that time. I cannot see that it is worn any, and haa not cost me one cent for repair* since we have had it. Am well pleased and don’t wish for any better. Yours tru'y, - Host. Crawford, Granite Quarry,near WInnsboro 8.C. ... We have used the Davis Vertical Feed Sewing Machine for the last five years. We would not have any other make at any pnee. The machine has given us unbounded satisfaction. Very respectfully, Mrs. W. K. Turner and Daughters Fairfield county, S. C., Jan. 31,1888. Having bought a Davis Vertical Feed Sewing Machine from Mr. J. O. Boag some three years ago, and It having given me perfect satisfaction in very respect as a fai andllgl every respect as a family machine, both for hea/y gilt sewing, and never needed the least re pair in any way, I can cneerfnliy recommend it to any ofie as a first-class machln.- in every particu lar, and thlnh It eecond to none. It la one of the ■Unpieet machines made; my children use it with all eaae. The attachments are more easily ad justed and it does a greater range of work by means of its Vertical Feed than any other mi chine I hare ever seen or used. Mrs. Thomas owinos. WInnsboro, Fairfield county, 8. C. We have had one of tbe Davis Machines about four years and have always found it ready to do ail Rinds of worE we have had occasion to do. Can’t see that the machine is worn any, and worhs as well as when new. Mrs. W. J. Crawford, Jackson’s Creek. Fairfield county, 8. C. My wife U highly pleased with the Davis Ma chine bought of you. 8he would uot take double what aue gave for It. The machiue has not been out of order since she had It, and she can do any kind of work on It. Very Reepectfully, Jab. F. Free. Moottcelio, Fairfield county, S. C. ago.” sighed can’t indulge it, as I should like—no man could, unless he had the income of a duke. ’ lut I can aspire—I can aspire!” And as Mr. Peter Pinto had inherit ed a snug little fortune from bis father, and fallen heir to the united savings of several maiden aunts, he was enabled to prosecute his caprice in no contem ptible aegree. He owned an Eastern- opal, a black pearl, a pair of unap proachably-tinted topazes,several peculi arly-shaped turquoises and an agate with a human face distinctly massed in ts outlines. He kept his treasures locked in velvet-lined cases within the safe, and prowled around the jewelery- stores, pawn-shops and second-hand re- jositories with a perseverance worthy of Bruce’s spider. And when lie became meditative and inclined to he confiden tial he would say: 1 think if once I could gain posses sion of this White Heart Diamond, I should he quite—quite happy!” But the White Heart Diamond had id all appearances been withdrawn from circulation. It was known only by ru mor. It had retired somewhere into conventional seclusion, and, with unparalleled modesty, declined to reap pear. That there had once been a White Heart Diamond was proved by the con versation of grizzly-headed old lapidar ies, who iiad grown crooked by long Bitting over magnifying glasses, and the lales of retired jewelers who had made their fortunes long ago. From all accounts, it was a stone of medium size, but rare color and fire—a stone which was a veritable General ijtoorge Washington among diamonds— a stone whose renown liad even reached foreign parts, and achieved the dignity of an especial article in the Lapidaries’ Journal of Vienna. And to Mr. Peter Piute the White Heart Diamond represented the Roc’s Egg of Aladdin’s Palace! ntil one day an old workman in precious stones beckoned him into the den where he was cutting sapphires with a whirling little wheel, which sung like a work. “I’ve heard of it,” said he. meclianical bumblebee at its related on my mother’s side—and it hurts her pride to think of keeping hoarders. So, if you would make be lieve to he a visitor, it would he a great accommodation, and no harm done. We can only spare the little garret bed room; but there’s a fine view, and you will find everything very clean.” And thus to his unmitigated surprise' and amazement, Mr. Pinto found him self at last under the same roof with the White Heart Diamond. Of course there was a certain outward show to be kept up. Mr. Pinto was obliged to spend much of his time in the woods, making meaningless attempts at sketching, while his heart yearned after the mystic jewel. He strove vainly for something like confidential intimacy with his hostess; but in vain—Miss Jorgensen froze him. She kept him at ceremonial arm’s length. Hetty was social, smiling, always ready to talk, but Miss Jorgeusen never forgot that she belonged to a fam ily. Until, one day, an inspiration seized upon our hero. “By Jove!” he profanely exclaimed, “I’ll marry the old woman, if there isn’t any other way to get at the White Heart Diamond!” But that evening, as he came in, a “Yes, indeed, aynty,” said Hetty with the utmost gravity. And thus briefly and logically ended Mr. Pinto’s search for the famous White Heart Diamond. Dried Apples. If there is one thing more than another hat Pulaski county, Ky., is or should be noted for, it it her immense production of dried apples, in years when the crop is good, the amount shipped from this place is something enormous,, measured by the dozens of car-loads in t£4: as tbe apple oi op this year is very g*bd, Pulaski oounty can he depended on to do her share to wards inflating—well, if net the currency, at least the stomachs of the country. There are no notably large orchards in tbe coun ty, the mostr extensive containing only 400 or 500 trees. It is rather singular, too,that this should be the case, ss no better fruit- produeng county can be found in Ameri ca than many pans of Pulaski county. The large quantities shipped from this place are the united production of a great many persons Nearly every farmer in the county has more or less of an orchard, and as soon as the apples are tL for the purpose (sometimes sooner, perhaps) the female portion of the household commence con verting them into the well-known ‘schnitz.' KMr u ? u “!i, w L tb ■ the ■>“* T’VSl&t tw light glowing m the horizon, and a | botn-ja or a convenient roof, and old Sol score of whip-poor-wills singing in the glen, he met Hetty at the gate. She started and colored like a rose-bud, and, murmuring some trivial excuse, flitted away. Mr. Pinto stopped and picked up a flower which she had dropped. “Hello!” he said to himself; “this complicates matters. Little Hetty is in love with me!” It was not such an unpleasant idea: hut, of course, it could not be enter tained for a moment. The White Heart Diamond was his soul’s sweet heart. The White Heart Diamond only was the treasure on which he was bent. Accidentally, as it seemed, hut in reality from a carefully-laid train of as sociations, the conversation turned on jewels that evening, as Miss Jorgensen sat knitting by the lamp, and Hetty was picking over blackberries for the mor row’s jam, in the outer porch. Talking ot diamonds,” said Miss Jorgensen, fortifying herself with a pinch of snuff—Mr. Pinto hated snuff— “there’s a very valuable Siam in our family, which ” Aunt,” said Hetty, coming in, does the rest of the work. There are a few evap >raters in the oounty, however. It is only a question of time when they will, to a great extent, supplant tbe old method of drying the fruit in the sun The evapo rated article always commands a ready sale at several times the price of ordinary fruit and in addition no risk is run of having it spoiled by rain like that which flea out on roofs and lioards. The evaporated fruit is much the nicest and most wholesome arti cle of food, and as, aside from the first cost of an evaporator and the lutle fuel requir ed to run it, the cost of the production is the same as the sun-dried article, the dif ference of from 100 to 800 per cent, in the value of the two is no small item in its favor. During their seison dried -apples form an important part of the currency of the county. The most of the merchants in Somerset and all of the country store keepers deal in them,and when the farmer or any of his family need any article for personal or household use, they are sure ot getting it if they have the requisite num ber of pounds ot dried apple*. They are paid for by the merchants altogether in trade, no one as yet ever having done a cash business in them. No doubt whoever would do so would do a lawi- ffl w bush “Mrs. Didcomb wants to I sfiff 1 RW*nrthe ASS 8 , hut whether it would be B&a&vataM.V” Miss Jorgensen bustled out. Mr. Piuto smote the table with the flat of his hand. “I’ll do itl” he said. And he did it, within the next half- hour. “It may seem premature, dear Miss Jorgensen,” he said, after having gone stiffly down upon his knees, “but our hearts do not beat by role or calender. I behold in you a congenial spirit. 1 love youl Will you be mine?” “Goodness mel” said Miss Jorgensen, “Well, I never didl But, of course, it your happiness is involved— 1 wonder what Hetty will say?” Mr. Pinto clasped the wrinkled hand, pressed a kiss on the snuff-flavored cheek, and with an ecstatic thrill, thought of the White Heart Diamond. Hetty came smiling in, presently, and Miss Jorgensen told her of the new i>age in her life’s history. Mr. Pinto expected to see her blush, perhaps, even faint away, did none of the three. She a broken- TbsDkvis Sawing Maclilne U slmplv « treat- ure Mrs. J.A. Goodwyn, Ridgeway, N. C., Jan. 10, 1888. It O BOAO, Esq., Agent—Dear Sir: ueen ustug a Davis Sewing Maculae constant j» tor the past four years, and it has never needed any repairs an i works just aa well as when fir st bought She says it will do a greater range of practical work »ud do it easier and bet-er than any machine she ha* ever used. We cheerfully recommend it as a No. 1 family machine. Your tru.y, Jas. Q. Davis. Wlonsboro. S. C., Jan. 8,1883. MR. Boao : I have always found my Davis Ma chine ready do ah kinds of to work I have had oc casion to do. I cannot see that the machine Is worn a particle and it works as wed as when ne w. Keopectfitly, Mrs. R. c. Gooding. WInnsboro, A C., April. 1883, MR. Boao : My wife haa been const-tntly uelng the Daria Machine bought of yon about five years am. I have never regretted buying u, as it la always ready for any *.lnd of family sewing, either Heavy or light It I* never oat of fix or needing lepalrt. Very reepectfully, A. M. Ladd. Fairfield, 3. C., March, nest it.” 3* “Of—” grasped Mr. Pinto. “Of the White Heart Diamoudl” said thn WArLiYit4.il “Nol” shouted the collector, breath lessly. “As true as you live,” nodded the oidman. “1 always knowed It was in the Jorgensen family. Couldn’t ha’ got out of it, don’t you see? But I never found out afore yesterday as there was an old lady—Miss Mehitable Jorgensen second-cousin of old Jan Jorgensen’s daughter, livin’ up in the Catskills. There was some old-fashioned sleeve- buttons come in to be mended yester day with ‘J. J.’ on ’em. Bless your heart 1 I could have told old Jan’s twisted initials anywhere. Didn’t have no monograms in them days, you know, Niece left ’em. A pretty girl, with red cheeks. I’m to send ’em back by mail when they’re done.” Mr. Pinto drew a long breath. “i’ll go to the Catskills at once,” said hA “Fair and softly, fair and softly I” said old Caleb Grinder. “The White Heart Diamond was always shy game. Mind you don’t frighten itl” “i shall know how to behave,” said . Mr. Pinto, with dignity. “The address My wife . (Grinder, if you pleasel” And so, clad like unto the inevitable sketching tourists who infest all the wildernesses within a hundred miles of New York Mr. Peter Pinto put money in his purse and started for the cottage in the Catskills resolved to approach the subject with the most cautious winds and turnings of dip lomatic skill. Mias Jorgensen was a tail, crooked woman of fifty, with scant iron-gray hair, a forbidding visage, and eyes as sharp and keen as those of a hawk. Hatty, her neice—Mehitable, junior, as the old lady called her—was plump and pink-cheeked, with hair of real poet’s gold, and a laugh like the chirp of a blackbird. “Oh, yes,” said Hetty, with the ut most frankness, “aunty will be giad to take a boarder, Only, please, you may transact all the business with me. Aunty Pfdrtngs to a fine -old family—I’m only : scream, or But she did not beliave at all like hearted heroine of romance. “uh, I’m so gladl” said she. “Now I can leave you with a clear conscience, Aunt Mehitable.” “She has been engaged to Philo Wetherliefor a year,” explained Miss Jorgensen. “P’raps you’ve noticed her of an evening hanging over the gate waitin’, for him to go by with the COWS?” “Oh, aunty, I didn’t !” said Hetty, “La, child, it’s nothing to be asham ed of,” said Miss Jorgensen, chuck Hug. Mr. Pinto hit his lip. He would like to have pitched Philo Wetherlie, who ever he might be, over the cliff. But, however, this had nothing to do with the White Heart Diamond, and when Hetty tripped out again, he led the way as gently as possible to the fascinating subject once again. “You were speaking,” said he, with an insinuating smile, “of a famous diamond which ” “Oh, yes, said Miss Jorgensen. The White Heart Diamond, they cal! edit,” I am something of a judge of such mattera,” said Mr. Piuto, his heart beating a reveiUe in his bosom, “If you would allow me to look at it- Miss Jorgensen shook her head. ‘ 1 couldn’t,” she said. “1 sold it three and twenty years ago to my cousin, Philo Jorgensen. He was drowned on the very next voyage he made to Am sterdam—diamond and aU, for he al ways carried it in a little chamois-leath er bag next his heart. He had a very good imitation put into the setting for me. I’ve got it somewhere up stairs. And, after aU, what could 1 do with a thousand-dollar diamond?” Mr. Pinto drew his breath with a lit tle gasp. Had he sold himself for the rest of his days for a mere bit of paste, a fasceted lump of glass, while all the time the White Heart Diamond lay fathoms deep in the seal Angels and ministers of grace defend him 1 It could not be! But he had a geeat deal of fortitude and self-reliance. He played the de voted lover to Miss Jorgensen’s entire satisfaction all toe evening, but when Hetty came to call him to breakfast the next morning, his bed had not been slept in, and he was over the hills and tar away. in fact he bad run away. Miss Jorgensen was rather indignant at first, hut when Hetty exclaimed, “He must be a crazy man, aunty,” she price is fSdf d«»«rp» "pcnagTi* $i 01 bushel of twenty-six pounda, though aome- tiaea the price has gone a little be’ow that and at other tunes above it. Last year they brought four cents, while the year De- fore they sold at fro:n four to six cents. Last year the apple crop was light conse quently tne shipments of the dried article were not nearly so large as usual. Only about 300,000 pounds were shipped from here. The year previous the crop was un- mushy good, and there was also a good peach crop, and the shipment of dried ap pies and peaches from this point aggrega ted the enormous amount of nearly $1,300,- 000 pounds, or over sixty car-loaus. Of this amount probably not more than one- fourth or one-flith were poaches. The av erage price paid waa five cents per pound, so the* revenue of the county from this source alone was over $60 000. It must be taken into consideration, too, that there are numerous small stores scattered throughout the county that bought up and shipped a great deal of fruit, though just how much there is no means of knowing. The apples as .bought are put away in tbe merchants’ store rooms, and when suffi cient have been taken in to make a car load cv more, they are sacked up in from 100 to 150 pound sacks and shipped to Cin cinnati and sold. At present they are bringing $1 60 per busnel in the city, with prospects that the price will advance. There is a visible improvemeut in tne qual ity of thoee brought to market this year over former years, which adds considera bly to their saleableness. Gardens. Gardeus have always played a great part iu all our dreams aud romances. In “Romeo and Juliet” you see the heavy-headed flowers hanging in the moonlight; much of the action of “Twelfth Night” goes on in Olivia’s garden; of “Much Ado About Noth ing” in Leonato’s garden; and we have a Venetian garden in the “Merchant of Venice,” and lessons in Sicilian garden ing in the “Winter’s Tale,” What one poet did all the others did, and the novel of modem days would he missing its opportunity to make much ff the lux ury of life that did uot give As a garden scene. For a garden is the out-door home, where nature makes roofs and walls, hangings and pictures, where sunshine and birds and flowers are not guests, hut members of the family, and health is wooed to come, and being there, to stay. Wherever there is a garden, one thinks of it as peopled by lovers, by pleasant gray-haired people sitting iu the sun, by happy laughing children with their pets and plays. Thoseofuswho have a garden count the days before we can stay there hours together, book in hand, without injury; thowe of us who have none long for the time to come when we can walk in our owr paths, pluck the grape of our own vines, and the roses of our own trees; we are only too sure that there are few thiugs better in life than the posses-ion and cultivation of-a garden; and we all remember reading the old prophet’s words when the Lord promises to turn the wilderness into a garden with pools and streams and trees for the suffering, as if it were the last, best, greatest blessing that could be given: “When the poor and needy seek water, aud | there is none, and their tongue faileth for thirst, I tne Lord will bear them, I the God of Israel will not forsake them. 1 will open rivers in high places, and fountains in the midst of the valleys: I will make the wilderness a pool of w&t- | er, and the dry land springs of water, I will plant in the wilderness the cedar, the shittah tree, and the myrtle, and the oil tree; I will set in the desert the Telegraph Operators. While a reporter was sitting behind the railing of a large telegraph office yesterday listening to the ceaseless chatter of the instruments, he vent ured to ask a youthful manipulator of lightning if he had Iteen long on the line. The youth straightened up and replied: “ ’Bout five years.” “Must know all the boys on the Hne?” • “Yes, know ’em over the wire if I don’t any other way. Lots of ’em X never saw, but when they take hold of the key and begin to call I know who they are.” There is no more interesting feature of the telegraphic service than the ability, acquired through practice, to distinguish between the different opera tors on a line by the manner of their sending. A corps of operators, each familiar with his fellow’s method of sending would scarcely need to waste time to affix their office signature to their calls, the office wanted being able to judge what operator was working the key. No operators in the city be come more thoroughly acquainted and conversant witli the men on their wire than those at the head of the great railroad divisions, which extend in almost every direction from the city. The manners of sending of their different men become as familiar to them as does the handwriting of his book-keeper to the owner of a bank. During the conversation given at the opening, a flashily dressed “sub,’ bent over the table and transacted the busi ness with an air of dignity that would have become a bauk clerk. A moment later some office on the Hue began calling the main office, repeating the call a dozen times without signing. “Answer f-w,” said the operator to hLs assistant. “Rut he hasn’t signed yet,” ventured the new man, siispiciously. “Yes, hut I know him,” explained the operator, and just then the office calling ended up with a terse “f-w.” “But can you tell all the ojierators on the Hue by their method of making a single letter?” “No, not always by a single letter; hut* there are very few men on my wire that I cannot tell before they lu*ve written a dozen words. Just as one learns another's penmanship we learn each other’s manner of sending We have to get accustomed to all the different styles. Some operators start off with a hop-skip-aud-jump gait and keep it up all the )yav through a mes- siowiy and ste: have 5000 words not increase his pace. Then there are fellows who wUl rush in a message of six or eight words, sign, and close their key before anything short of an expert has time to get down the date. By that we are able to distinguish between them.” While the electricity jerker was de livering himself of the above informa tion, his ear was keenly fixed on the business of the line. He turned toward the instrument a moment and said: “That isn’t George working at M ?” “No.” said his youthful assistant. “H was sent down the Hne yester day.” A moment later he heard another friend in an office iu wiiich he knew he was not working, lie reached over to the key, called up the offlec, aud then spelled out: “Ain’t that you, F ?” “Es,” came back the answer, sleepily; “been down to see my girl.” “I knew it was F ,” said tbe operator, “you can never get rattled on his sending.” Operators never tire in telling the wonderful legeuds of their craft aud the stories of their skill aud achieve ments. One told yesterday is good and worth relating. It was during the late war, when everything was considered suspicious. A confederate general, accompanied by an expert iu telegraphy, dashed open the door of a little office on the Missis sippi river, aud placing a revolver at the operator’s head told him to 'ask M— —20 miles above, if there were any gunboats there belonging .to the government. The operator was a Union man. He knew if he received a negative response the Confederate would move upon the helpless town of M .” But there was no alterna tive. The other operator was watch ing him closely. So he called Catting the Hair. It may be that cutting and shaving may for the time increase the action of the growth, but it has no permanent effect either upon the hair-bulb or the hair-sac, and will not in any way add to the life of the hair. On the contrary cutting and shaving will cause the hair to grow longer for the time being, but in the end wUl inevitably shorten its term of life by exhausting the nutritive action of the hair-forming apparatus. When the hairs are frequently cut they wiU usually become coarser, often los ing the beautiful gloss of the fine aud delicate hairs. The pigment wiU like wise change—brown, for instance, be coming chestnut and black changing to a dark brown. In addition, the ends of very many will be split aud ragged, presenting a brush-like appearance. If the hairs appear stunted in their growth upon portions of the scalp or heard, or gray hairs crop up here and there, the method of clipping off the ends of the short hairs, of plucking out the ragged, withered and gray hairs, will allow them to grow stronger, longer and thicker. Mothers, rearing tueir child ren should not cut their hair at certain periods of the year, iu order to increase its length and luxuriance as they bloom into womanhood or manhood. This habit of cutting the hair of children brings evil in place of good, and Is also condemned by the distinguished work er in this department, Prof. Kajiusi, of Vienna, who states that it is well known that the hair of women who possess luxuriant locks from the time of girlhood never again attains its original length after having once been cut. Pincus has made the same observa tion by frequent experiments, aud he adds that there is a general opinion that frequent cutting of the hair increases its length; but the effect is different from that generally supposed. Thus, upon one occasion he states that he cut off circles of hair an inch in diameter on the heads of healthy men, aud from week to week compared the intensity of growth of the shorn place witli the rest of the hair. The result was sur- •rising to this close and careful observ er, as he found in some cases the num bers were equal, hut generally the growth became slower after cutting, and he has never observed an increase in rapidity. Many beardless faces and tiald heads in the middle and advancing age are often due to constant cutting and shaving iu early life. The young girls and hoys seen daily Tb« Allan Mansion, Rlahmond. M- seen uauy upon our wA tt ,rr ■irifh ■ ■ ■Uiumv y, ana, should he Shaven faces are year by year by this to transmit, he will fashion having their hair-forming ap paratus overstrained. Little Flower Seller*. “It ain’t in*summer as I gets my pro fits.” He was about twelve years old and le was selling small bouquets at an ex ceedingly moderate price up and down Fourteenth street, New York. “Look at these ’ere roses—two for live cents. There ain’t any money in that. We’ve got to go a long way to get ’em and we’ve got to walk ever so far to sell ’em. Why, I suppose I walk twenty miles a day right up and down here. About Christmas and - New Year’s, and when balls is a runuin’ best, we often stay up night after night putting together them big flow er pieces that costs such a heap of money. They pay us $5 a night for that there work and it counts up fast. See this ere rose. Nice isn’t? We buy ’em for a cent apiece by the hundred aud have to take our chances on not selling ’em, so you see we’ve got for to sell a good many to do any business worth talking about. But in the winter this ere same rose brings me in about 25 cents, and I git ’em for about 10 cents. The sale of three or four roses gives me a pretty good profit^ you see, and if 1 sell a dozen why I have made a fine day of it. But sometimes I get stuck, even in winter, aud that means a hefty loss. You ain’t got no idea how these ere florists is down on us. They won’t buy anything that we’ve got over— ’cos they want to drive us out—no matter how badly they want what we’ve got. We git cold and wet and frost-bitten, and sometimes we gits kicked off cars, but that don’t matter so as we kin sell our flowers. A good day in winter is wuth, everything con sidered, $4 or $5—takin’ the average of night work in. A good day in sum mer never goes much more nor $1,50. Anything’s bettor than nothin’, and tliat’s all you kin say for the flower business now. Onions. A correspondent recently visited the Allen Mansion, in Richmond, Vax and gives the foUowing description of the room where Poe wrote the “Raven,” and other of his pieces. The room was large, spacious, and papered in the florid style of a by-gone age. Two large windows looked to the southward, giving egress to a wide covered balcony, with sanded floor. That part of the James river thickly obstructed with Httle gieen islands is visible from here, while beyond lies the pretty city of Manchester.' But within the room all was emptiness, desolation, and the spirit of despair. Here it wax when in Richmond, that Edgar Alien Poe read, studied, tnought, aud wrote, producing many of those wonderful creations of genius which challenged the admiration of the world. I raised one of the high windows, pushed open a shutter, which resisted creaklngly my effort to make it performed a function for which it had long been unused, and stood upon the long wide balcony. Gazing down over the raUing, I saw an enclosure which gave evidence of hav ing once been one of Flora’s favorite nooks. It was laid out iu labyrinthiau paths, b irdered with the evergreen box which is so plentiful aud luxuriant. But now, large fig trees, crape myrtles, so tenderly cared for, aud doubtless fondly looked upon by the jioet’s beauty- loving eyes, are trying to conquer an existence iu an unequal strife with wild unfriendly weeds as tall as themselves. I descended a flight of rickety stairs leading into this forsaken garden, to gather a few mementoes of my visit from this once blooming and fragrant parterre, and then, retracing my steps, toiled up into the garret to see if per chance I could find anything more closely identified with the personality of the poet. There before me on the garret floor in piles aud scattered hith er and thither in promiscuous disorder was a mass of rubbish that must tiave been ages iu accumulating. Fragments of hooks I picked up, one after another, searching the pages to. see if any of them bore his name. Here was a part of an old Iliad. There were dainty en velopes with daintier waxen seals, such as were fashionable iu those days, in dorsed in delicate writing. There were bills from Richmond, New York, aud Baltimore merchants, in the name of foster-father Alien. Here was a copy of Tlte Columbia Magazine, and very likely Poe wrote for tnat, hut his name does not appear i^thia^p^r bloude, and lace. It had environed the daintiest of waists in its day, aud hid den a heart hounding with the happy emotions of youth and love. Outside, the flue old Allen Mansion bears the perceptible tokens of neglect aud decay. The window-glass in many places is shattered, aud shutters are tumbling from their fastenings, the fence is falling down piece-meal, the gate drags heavily on a single hinge, paths are overgrown with grass aud weeds, flower-beds are obliterated, while sounds of love and merriment are alien to the place. The kind old foster- parents are dead and gone, and the prodigal so often welcomed there with joy and pride, and yearned for with broken hearts, crosses its threshold “nevermore.” and asked previously if there were any gunboats in sight. There were none within 50 miles, but something in the operator’s manner of sending led the receiving operator to suspect the truth. So he answered, “Yes; there are two in the bay, aud from my window I can see the smoke from two others coming around the bend.” M— ” was not molested. The operator’s sagacity had saved the town. An interesting incident in direct Hne with this subject occurred during tiie recent telephonic experiments be tween this city and New York. WhUe one of the instruments was being tried the wire became grounded. The Morse instrument was cut aud the words, “You are a crank,” “You are a crank,” were heard over and over again. The office men were tor a long time undertermined to what cause to attribute the breaks. No sooner would an attempt be made to use the tele phone than the same breaks would oc cur again, aud the same message he sent, “You are a crank.” By listening attentively, old operators concluded that it was the work of some operator hired by an hpposing company to thwart the experiments. Those who were unacquainted with the circumstances held to the beUef that the sender was a student; hut the opinion of the opera tors proved correct. The “bridge” was put on, the break located and found to occur between stations. It was af terward traced down as the work of an operator paid to hinder the workings of the telephone then being tried. Shark* Along Jersey, aac xuuau MO a mi—i, cttAUbj. concluded that all was undoubteily for I the shittah tree, and the myrtle, and I The reason why so few marriages are the best the oU tree: I will set In the desert the happy is because young ladies spend “But,” she said, with a smirk, “be | fir tree, and tbe pine and the box tree their time in making nets, not in mak- was certainly very much in love!” I together * 9 > lug cage*. The ancient glory, pf Wethersfield, Conn., is departing. This good old town can no longer claim to be the strongest town in the State because of its onions. Fairfield county is now the on ion garden of the State. The laud there is adapted to the cultivation of onions and they have immense yields. A resident of Southport boasts that from six pounds of seed he got one thousand bushels of onious from a sin gle acre of land. This year the onion crop is doing usually weU, not only in Fairfield county hut also in this locality. The onion producers of Wethersfield report that they have had no such luck as uow gladdens their eyes for years. The yield is large, and the on ions are uncommonly large. The prices are not so large as sometimes obtained in years gone by, hut the average has been fair. Tbe early ones sold readily for $1 per bushel, but now the price has dropped to about 75 cents. At these figures the farmers are well paid for their labor, hut remembering old times they are always looking for bet ter prices. Back in war times one Wetherfield man had a fine field of onions which he sold readily at $7 per barrel. On figuring it up he found that he had been getting at the rate of $2,900 an acre for his onions. This gentleman tried for the last twenty years to equal it, but he failed to come anywhere near It. He died a few days ago, and though the crop of onions on the same piece of land to-day is equal to that which brought the fancy price, it is doubtful if they would bring more than one quarter as much. Within the past week or two sharks have been very numerous in New York and Newark bays, and along the coasts of Long Island aud New Jersey. As it is customary for these fish to stay iu deep water away from the shore, their presence near the beach Is regarded by the fishermen and seaside dwellers as a remarkable circumstance. Mr. George Dempsey, of EHzabethport, N. J., who lias been engaged for nearly a quarter of a century in taking flsh and oysters from Newark bay, informed a New York Star reporter that no less than forty sharks had been caught iu the bay this summer. “I have captured four of the sea var mints, and I mean to catch more of them,” said Mr. Dempsey, as he gave a hitch to his trowsers aud took a fresh chew of tobacco. “Of what good are such fish after you have captured them?” queried the re porter. “Well, they are not good to eat aud their skins are worth’nothing for boot leather,” was the reply; “but whenever I catch one of them I have the satisfac tion of knowing that there is one less in the ocean.” “As there are millions of them in the sea a single shark cannot make much difference?” “That’s so; hut I enjoy seeing the ‘critters’ die. It’s as good as a circus when they squirm and flap about.” “Do they die herd?” “1 should say so. There is a wonder ful amount of vitality in a shark. Some times one of these plucky fishes will live two hours after he has been taken out of the water.” “Did you ever know of a person be ing bitten by a shark?” “Yes; several such cases have taken place in Newark bay. I was bitten once myself. Two years ago my son, a lad in his teens, took it into his head that he would take a swim. He was out with me in a small boat, dredging for oysters at thetime. Divesting him self of his clothing, be jumped into the water, and was swimming about, when suddenly he screamed that he had been bitten. I sprang in after him, and was pulUng him toward the boat when I was bitten also- A shark had grabbed me by the foot. . I kicked as hard as I could and made the flsh let go his hold. My hoy had been wounded in the leg. We managed to get into the boat as best we could. We rowed ashore aud had an EHzabethport doctor dress our wounds. It was lucky|(or us that the flsh that attacked us was a little fellow or we might have fared a great deal worse than we did. The sharks that come into the waters near the shore be long to a smaU variety of thwr tribe. Usually they are not more than three or four feet long. Out in the deep sea, far from land, there are sharks which can bite a man’s body into halves with a single snap of their immense jaws. ”