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The Best Grmpowder and Hysons for hot i * and a. good Black Formosa for cold teas, i J. IL CUMMINGS. ' Aunt Tamar Tunis Teacher. Come erlong here, Sam?let erlono dat sparro'I Flinjj erway dat thins- yer calls bow's arro*. Stop and clean dem feet! Look at yer muddy track? Now retch up in de cupbord an' git de ole blue back. An' now l'6e g-wineter take anodder patient set. At tryin' fer tor larn yer do B. C. alphuo bet. Thes skin dem eyes ob yourn an' take er so0 ber look. An' tell me do top letter in de fus line ob do book. Yer sees how itani shaped? Thes like er iurn wedge When it am standin' straight on its bigges' wides' edge! Yer don't know whut hit is? Dat whut I heerd yer say? ' . Tse tole yer twenty times dat rep-er-sents er .Lemme tell yer, sonny, ef I has ter begin, De way I'll beat yer, coney, 'ill shorely be er sin! Now whut's dis here letter shaped like do oies* yoke Er standin on hits eend thes fer a little Ter dun fergot dis too? Don't yer dodge fum [ me When l's tryin' ter 1'arn yer whutrep-er-sents ! erB. Dar now! take dat?an dat?fum my right- | eons han'? May be so 'twill he'p yer ter see an* onder- j stan'! An' nex' time rec-o-member sum things whut i I is said? B stands fer Box?mind yer!?Box on yer I wooden hed! Whuts dis here like do moon when hit are j mighty young, Long erbout de fust nights hit in de sky am i hung? When yer can't scasely see de feeters ob do ! man I .New tell me aat, nigger?proviaea ex yer can. f Can't! Yer dis-rc-mem-bers? I'se got no heart to 'splain Ad' 'scribe things ter er nig-ger whut's lackin' in de brain. I 'lowed yer'd rec-o-member dem things yer didn't know, Arter I 'nounced dem fer yer wid er good- 1 size, healthy blow. C stan's fer Can't, I tell yer, an' D stan's fer j Don't keer. An'I washes my hands ob yer foreber?now j ""'an' here Is/ How does yer eber 'spec' ter git ter de leglshlate-chur. Ef yer's so idlin' when I tries ter edg-nr-cate y&rl. Sum cullard men dese days gits ter bo candydates Wid thes er little larnin' an' mighty shaller pates, But sho's yer born, nigger, ef yer don't cum out ob dis, Yer'll nebcr be no great shakes in pulpit nor - offis; V Ef yer don't larn dem letters an' fill yer head wiih sufS.ii, . Yer'Uneber be "no preacher, nor guvernor, nor nuffin! ?Mrs. Juie W. Thompson, in Arkansaw Traveler. HER EVIL GENIUS. He was not so much to blame after all, for he loved her even against his wilL He had striven, brn. in vain, to banish the sweet young face, all framed in snnnv hair, from his memorv. It had haunted him with its fair beauty, from the day he first saw it till this day, when, with white woeful face, and tear-filled eyes, she cried out that he had broken her heart "It was cruel!" she cried, "itwas unjust, unmanly, and unfair! You spoke words of love to me, and I believed you?earth was heaven for the bright summer past, and all the time another nlA rAiir nrAwicjo tcrA nULLlvUX J vui W?-*.V ?*ivk f T v man wore your ring, and had listened, before I saw your face, to your vows of love." "I never loved her," Vere St. George said; 4'you, and you alone, are the one lovo of my life. You must believe this, Avis; you must not think me a scoundrel." Avis Leigh smiled half-pitifully, halfscornfully. "How that would lessen your right to the title I cannot se?r" she said quietly; j "it would be no worse, nor even- as "bad; to woo me, .while you loved and were; engaged to-a&otheiv than to :jrin hec-with words of love, make her jour promised wife, and then,-. be false .to your"v6ws. It'makes little difference which you love?nothing can excuse your action." Vere's face flashed hotly, for he knew that Avis spoke the truth; but love for her had been conqueror over every other feeling?even honor itself J rrll r? TrrV\ a? Viti f Jiatt UOCULJ-IUMICU. ducuu %? nuuw, k/uu there was, if no excuse, at least some extenuation of his conduct Before he had ever even seen this fair-faced Avis Leigh, Sibyl,Meredith had come to his mother's home to make it hers?Sibyl Meredith, the orphan daughter of his mother's dearest friend ?a friend to whom^he owed Itie very gift of life itself, who had saved her &om death at the risk of her own life ?1. ? j.I 1.-^.1, wnen tney were uvm gu-u>. Sibyl was about nineteen'years old then, a brilliant dark-eyed girl, with a rarely beautiful face, a crown of ebon hair, and royally graceful in every movement Sibyl Meredith, though beautiful as woman seldom is, seemed to care for nothing or no one save Vere and his mother. They seemed to be her world, and Mrs. St. George loved her for It, and Vere, man like, felt flattered. How it happened Vere could not very well tell, only it was his mother's wish, and then the girl was so beautiful herself, and vet?and vet Well, he had not the slightest intention of asking her to be his wife that summer afternoon, but somehow they had strayed down past cliffs and crags, away to the woodland beyond, and then the thunder and lightning had' broken so suddenly over them, and Sibyl was frightened and clung to him, and he in the passion of the moment bent his head and kissed the trembling lips, and called her darling. Aftrr that?well, he had made a fool of himself; he would not be a knave, so he asked Sibyl to be his wife, and she had answered him yes. He was satisfied enough for a while; he did not love the little dark-eyed beauty, and lately he had come to feel j with a vague uneasiness that there was j something under all the soft childish- ; ness of Sibyl's manner?something ! that he could not understand. But she had promised to be his wife, and his ring glittered on her finger; - ?of ATtjo T Q? ot>^ nJLLU* bUCII, 11V? Jiau aru learned what love meant?passionate abiding love that thrilled his heart with its very presence. , In vain he struggled against the spell of her fair face and the glint of her yellow hair, but love conquered every other thought, and he put the memory of his faitn to Sibyl aside, showing ; Avis his love in every word and look, | knowing all along, "however, that he ! was acting the part of a villain, but j pleading his love to himself as his ex- ; cuse. One evening he ?leaded with Avis to ! become his wife?to give herself to his j keeoing for once and. for ever. "I cannot wait, my darling," he said, ! "Oh, Avis, will you not listen to me?" j She raised her clear pure eyes to his j face, half startled by the vehemence of , his manner. "There is some reason, Vere, why ! you urge me to a secret hasty marriage, ; she said. "There is some?-hmgyou nave j hidden from me. What is it, Vere?" j What could he do then but tell her I the truth, for she would find it out later?tell her the truth, and ask her to pardon him and listen to him for their love's sake? But Avis only turned away in pas-, sioxiate despair, and then lie caught her hand. "You must listen to me, Avis! My darling, my darling, have mercy on me!" he cried. "Do not wreck my life!" She smiled bitterly. "You had meroy on me!" she cried: i then, suddenly: "Do you thinkl would [ rob a wife of her husband, the bride j of her bridegroom? Oh. .shame that i any one could humble me with the thought!" He pleaded then as a man might plead for his very lifo, but sho only shook her head. "You never loved me!" he cried passionately. "You can believe as you like," she answered coldly; "and wo had better part now forever." He longed to clasp her in his arms, his very soul cried out for one parting kiss, one never-to-be-forgotten caress; but ne tele ne a are not, ana wua wmie set face he turned away. Once he turned and looked back; she stood still where he had left her, her fair young face still turned towards him, perfectly calm now, though whito i and weary looking. "She never loved me!" he cried again. "Never loved him!" Avis said to herself with a pitiful smile. "Oh, Heaven help me how much and how well!" and then, her agony conquering her, sho sank down upon her knees?sank down, white and shivering, and kneltthere till the evening shadows fell, and the pale moon came out with her train of glittering stars; and then she rose white as death, and stole to her own room, only to sink down again, thia kLLLlO ILL U1C53CU. uuwuiiowivu^u\.^< ******, A pretty little cottage set in a small, garden tliat in summer was all bright with flowers, but looked cold and dreary enough now. Inside, however, there was light and warmth enough, and on her knees a woman, young and beautiful, clasping a child of three or four years old to her breast, and standing at the mantelpiece, a man, the expression of whose face at the moment was perfectly unreadable. It might be love; it mteht be hate, or a mixture of both, that filled his hand some, aarK, evil eyes, as mev resteu uu the woman. Suddenly he went over and put his hand on her shoulder. "This must end, Sibyl," he said. "I cannot trust you. I feel you will, play me false in some way. There is something in your manner that I don'^like." The woman leaped to her feet and faced him with passionate glowing eyes. 4'You cannot trust me?" she cried. "Would to Heaven you could not. What I am, you have made me, and yet I loved you once." The man's face grew dark. "Loved me once! Then you do not * : on :ove me now; "No," she cried, "only for her sake, whom I love better than my life, am I still your slave." The man's clasp tightened on her shoulder, and he bent his head nearer to her face. "This is the last game you will have to play; but if you turn traitor you will never look on Esta's face again, and you know I generally manage to keep my promises. Become v ere St George's wife, and give me the sum of five thousand a vear, and I will give up all claim to Esta, and never trouble you or her again. r /The woman kneeling there is Sibyl Meredith, the betrothed wife of Yere St. George. ****** It is a bright clear day overhead, one week later, and the ice is mo?t tempting to those to whom skating is enjoyment, and the ice is a bright scene of fair faces and brilliant costumes. ? One of the skaters on the ice is Sibyl Meredith, looking singularly beautiful in a skating-dress of navy-blue velvet, her jetty curls falling loosely down her back, from under the little velvet cap. made to match the dress, both being nrtfV* oiItTOT f/YY* I At a little distance from the pond another girl is standing, gazing idly at the gay throng, her eyes, however, full of wistful pain. ' Avis Leigh has changed greatly since her parting with Yere St. George. Hers was not a nature to love lightlj, and . her heart could never love again. The dream had been perilously sweet, but the awakening was terribly crueL The lovely face is very pale now, the sweet lips, half drooping, seeming to ; know no longer how to smile, and the roundness has left her cheeks. She looks fragile enough for a breath to blow Her away. Her eyes turn "now to a little' darkeyed girl who is venturesome enough to walk quite a distance on the ice, then run back again, seeming to enjoy it ' with a child's merriment Suddenly a cry leaves Avis' lips, a cry of warning to the fearless child, who has dashed out on a thin shell of ice marked dangerous. No wonder, then, a second cry leaves Avis' lips,,and one fraught with more terror, forishe hears a crushing crackling sound, and the child, seeming to realize her danger, turns to run back; Vkrt+- oil fn<\ lofo fn-r with tlia a?rr>? slnur VUU VW 4V4 *f VUV/ M*VIT , crushing sound, followed by a crash, . the ice parts, and the little one dlsap pears La. the water. ' More than one rush to s certain dis- tancc; none venture farther, and at the , upper eud, where the better skaters < are assembled, and airoiij them Sibyl Meredith, the accident has not yet been ] noticed. ' -?. :i For a moment none ventures nearer J than safety. Then a slim girlish form, . who was not among the skaters, dashes , past them, andbefore a breath could be drawn, is down in the very spot where the little one sank. A moment?a minute of suspense, florin or which oale faces grew still , paler, and during which tlie people could hear their own heart-heats, and ! then Avis had come up, the little one : clasped in her arms. From every heart there rose a cry of 1 thankfulness, for. the most cowardly ' could not help appreciating the bravery : of the girl?a cry of thankfulness J -rrrl-i fViA 1AHO ' CV/11V/^U TT UVU UUV UVMW VMW -? her preserver were in safety, and then ! ?then the lady in the blue velvet and ! fox-fur came down from the upper lake. J Her eyes fell first on Avis, whoso eye3 ' had closed in unconscious, and then on j the little girl. j With a wild cry she caught the little * one in her arms. j "My darling! my darling!" she cried, ' kissing her passionately. "How did 3 you come here?" ] They bore Avis to the nearest -cot- ; tage, and when she wose to consciousness, a beautiful dark face was bund- ; ing over her, and the locket she always wore round her neck, With Vere St. j ( George's face within it, lay opea in. the 1 stranger's hand. < A flush dyed Avis' face; j "Pardon me," Sibyl Meredith said: < 4'it lay open and?and " Then af- j ter a pause: "You are Avis Leigh, i wbomVere St George loves. . Girl, you saved a woman's soul as well as a j ohild's life to-day, for the littlo one was , mine?mine; and if I am lost to all I other feelinsr, I lovo her better than my 1 life." j "I would not tell you, only that if it : brings me death, I am going to atone for my past by my confession, but before I ?0, answer me once simple ques-* tion: 'Do you love Yere St. George?'" j Impelled by something in the dark ! nnon her face, a faint ''vesn j fell from Avis' lips, and before* she ! could frame another word, the stranger j had left the room. Next day Yere St George was standing in the garden, when suddenly Sibyl stood before him, and something in her face for the momTYia/ilo V?io ho?rf. cfinn/J fitJII. "Sibyls" he cried, "what is it?" "It is this," she answered slowly, i "that I am not Sibyl Meredith, but an i imposter, for Sibyl Meredith sleeps in j her grave under my name, and I am j here under hers. 1 will tell you all, then you can judge me " Before another word could leave her lips, a pistol-shot rang out on the air. "He has murdered me!" she cried? "my husband!" then fell forward at 1 Vere's feet, her red blood dyeing the ! ground. Vere carried her into the house, but i o lmriro Dill? \JLLJiJ JdkVU ftAOn UVUJ.O* "He?hie was my evil genius!" she cried, before her death, "but I am sorry for it all." And then, after a pause, as the end drew near: "My child, my child! I have her safe. He cannot find her, but you?you Ah, dare I ask you? . She was the little one Avis Leigh?your Avis?saved from drowning." He know what was in her mind, and sent for the little one. It was brought to the dying woman. OUs-v IaaIta/) of A tt"c tttTir\ r*amo ttnfh if I iWiXVU T J. *Jf Tiuv vMuyiw vr*w?* ? j ' When you are his wife, you will be 1 kind to ray little one?" "I gave it second birth," Avis said softly, "it will never leave my care." A smile lit up the beautiful dark face, and clasping the child in her arms, she closed her eyes on life forever. Whatever her sins had been, she died penitent, and her judgment is with God, and we cannot fathom His mercy. Six months after, Avis and Yere were married, and though other children blessed their home, Esta, the dark-eyed 1 1 i- A.L-A. little stranger, Knows not out tuat sue is their child, and never will, God willing. Wh at^becsmfeof. vJies. father" was never ka<jR% for certain; bat aanan.was shot in agSinbling deiisix "months after yere-a*marrt%e^:^^^his*brea^t wasfonn? a likeness -of the woman who was called SibyF:3Jeredith for a While.' His last Words"were':"" "She'was my wife. CI loved her in my own way, -hut I mnrdered':.her? snot nerjiewLWii.eu-sne rurneu traitor to otirplansJ' Qne.thing was certain; no one ever sought JEsta,. and if- they had - it would have-availed:< them nothing; for-Vere and Ara ha^'lrer..legally .adopted, so she was safe^nofc only.; dn love,. but in law; and withrgentle Ayis wo leave her. One Hundred and Forty-Five. Situated -oir the highest point of land in Clermont county, Ohio, is the little town of Mulberry,, formerly known as AJW px&W 123 %4/ili.OO UX1MVO -Mllqr^ and:is one of the oldest in th&:c<nratry; ; Oi4"."Unide John" Long (colored), who for the past twenty years has livedin ^Hagpy Hollow," is regarded: as.: the- oldest . man in the country, if not in the. world. His wife, Mary Long, died'in 1879, aged 110 yearsj and he is-thirty years-older than his wife, and is still living, which makes i him. 145 years old; Hei has a granddaughter now. living*' ^at Newberry, wHose-jiimjo-. -is .Mssr,Bs^rXer'-Tally. "Uncle JohiC1;- was foe 125 years a slave, hut always irbusre-servant in wealthy ^nd prominent. families. He wasizr Alexandria, t Vsl, at the- tame Gen. Braddoek and "Washin^ton passed through on their way to^thejEVenoh and Indian war, and this was in 1755." He remembers John. Randolph and his son Edmund, afterward governor of the state of Virginia, at his master's house near-Culpepper Court-House, Va. This ' was before the revolution. He also re members distinctly having often seen .< "Light Horse Harry" Lee and Gen. " r jifowftA at t.hft hosnitable mansion of his master, Maj. Gabo Long. He re- : moved to Christian county, Kentucky, j in the fall' of 1796, at the time John J Adams was running on the fodteral 1 ticket against Thomas Jefferson, anti- | federal. He was married to his second wife, Maiy White, in the* year 1797, his 1 first wife having been dead but two * years. He lived with his second wife 2 eighty years, she dying in June, 1879,. aged 110 years,. and was buried in 3 Green Lawn cemetery at this- place.. < She often told her granddaughter, Har-' i riet Tally, that when "Uncle John", , married her she was only a little girl J and he was an old man. Uncle John ' 1 was in Nashville, Tenn., a hired slave,! working when Gen. Jackson started ior New Orleans in 1841. He was never publicly whipped, and was sold bnt once, coming down as property from Eather to son, from son to grandson,^ 5 and then to partners. He has never 1 used tobacco in his life, and has always ^ taken a dram occasionally of good ^ whisky, but was never drunk- He has 1 a round, well-balanced head, an excellent disposition, and sleeps in a well- ' ventilated log house. His diet has < been corn-bread and milk. In sta^ire to is of herculean mold, and has the courtly manners of the Old Dominion. / He has never been oh exhibition, but 3 3tates tnat ne nas accepted a proposition from Cincinnati to appear in a mnseum in June.?Cincinnati News -j Journal ! Blood Will Tell. There was a large hawk that made it his business to come and take off one of my small chickens each day, and on hearing my chickens . give the well- 1 known alarm a few days ago, I ran out J only to seo the hawk fly up with a chick in his claws, closely pursued by my game rooster which, wheu the hawk had lit, fell upon him, tearing DUt and making the feathers fly at ' such a rate I could neither'see hawk or i chicken, when a moment later the 3 hawk fell to the ground dead, being j spurred through the heart. When chan- 3 ticleer's triumphant notes were heard ' tie was crowing over the body of his fallen victim, at least 125 feet from the < yround, in the top of a yellow pine, from which he flew to the ground, flap- < ped his wings, crowed, and walked off 3 with an air of satisfaction.?Eastmay Times, ! - * 1 There is one official in a great English library who knows how to do a j pleasant thing. A distinguished nov- ( elist one day received a package containing an exceedingly worn and soiled , jopy of one of his own stories. With it came a letter fresh from the librarian j explaining that he had sent the book , ? snow its autacr now much iiis wotk ]: was .appre ciated in the provinces. Time's Changes. I fixed myself and went out trout fishing on the only original Kinniokinnick river last week. It was a kind of Rip Van Winkle picnic and farewell moonlight excursion heme. I believe that Eip Van Winkle, however, confined himself to hunting mostly with an old musket that was on the retired list when Sip took his sleepv drink on the Catskilli If lie could'have gone fishng with me last week over the old trail, digging angle worms at the same old place where I left the spade sticking in the grim soil twenty years ago if we could have waded down the Kinnickinniek together with high rubber boo!s on, and got nibbles and bites at the same place, and found the same old farmers with nearly a quarter of a century added to their lives and glistning in their hair, we wonld have had fun no doubt on that day, and a headache on the day following. This affords me an opportunity to say that trout can be caught successfully with a corkscrew. I have tried. I've about thft main reason whv so many large lies are told about the number of trout caught all over the country is that at the moment the sportsman pulls his game out of the water, he.labors under some kind of an ptical.illusion by reason of which he sees about nine trout where he ought to see only one. I Wish I had as many dollars as I have soaked deceased angle worms in that same beautiful Kinnickinnick. There was a little stream made into it that .we called Tidd's creek. It is still there. This stream runs across Tidd's farm, and Tidd twenty years ago wouldn't allow anybody to fish in the creek, I can still remember how his largo hand used to feel as he caught' wi/\ I-.-** -r%rAf fV?rv 4ar?lr Qy\A f:V?TWar JJJlO UJ LILLU VI bi-L\s WMU T me over the fence "with my amateur fishing tackle and a willow "stringer" with eleven dried, stiff trout on it. Last week I thought I would try Tidd's creek again. It was always a good place to fish, and I felt the same old excitement, with just enough vague forebodings in it to make it pleasant., Still, I had grown a foot or so since I used to fish there, and perhaps I could return the compliment by throwing the old gentleman over his own fence and then hiss in his own ear "R-ev-e-n-g-e!!!" I had got pretty well across the "lower forty1'"and. had about decided that Tidd had. been gathered to his fathers when I saw him corning with his head up like a steer in the corn. Tidd is a blacksmith by trade, and he has an arm with hair on it that looks like Jumbo's hind leg. I felt the same old desire to climb the fence and be alone. I didn't know exactly how to work it Then I remembered how people had remarked that I had changed very much in twenty years, and that for a homely boy I had grown to be a remarkably picturesque-looking man. I trusted to Tidd's failing eye sight and said: "How are you?1' Hesaid: "How are you?" That did not answer my question, but I didn't mind a little thing like that Tr>-n he said: "I s'posed that every j pesk* fool in this country knew I don't allow fishing on my land." "That be," says I, "but I ain't fishing on your land. I always fish in a damp place if I can. Moreover, how do I know this is your land? Carrying the argument still further, and admit 1 -r - -1 1 AL.I. ting inat every pessy iooi snows mat you didn't permit fishing here, I am not going to be called a pesky fool with impunity, unless you do it over my dead body." He stopped about ten rods away and I became more fearless. "I don't know who you are," said I, as I took off my coat and vest and piled them on my fish basket, ea^er for the fray. "You claim to own this farm but it is my opinion that you are the hired man, puffed up with a little authority. Ton can't'order me off this ground till you show me a duly certified abstract of title and then identity yourself. What nrotection does a srentleman have if ho is to be kicked and cuffed about by every Tom, Dick and Harry claiming they own the whole State. Get out! Avaunt! If you don't avaunt pretty guick, I'D kidnap you and sell you to a medical college. He stood in aumb amazement a moment, then he said he would go and *et his deed and his shotgun. I said 3hotguns suited me exactly, and told iiim to bring two of them loaded with *iant powder and barbed wire. I would not live always. I asked not to stay. When he got behind the corn irib I climbed the fence and fled with cny ill-gotten gains. The Blacksmith in his prime may lick the small boy, but twenty years jhanges their relative positions, rossibly Tidd could tear up the ground Frith me now, but in ten more years, if C improve as fast as he fails, I shall 5sh in the same old stream again, Bill Nye, in New York Mercury. "What Ailed Him. "What's the matter, Slipity?" asked i friend, as the person addressed approached, with the impression of five iinger nails on each jaw, and with his aat offi cooling his head, that resembled i half-picked fowL . "Nothing much,"he answered trying to smile, "just merely a little domestic jy clone." " "What caused it?" "Well you see, at breakfast my wife asked me what I thought would be the next to heaven." "Yes." "And I remarked taat I thought my mother-in-law was the next thing to heaven. She wanted to know why, Looking awfully pleased, and I told her because I didn't think my mother-in1 "" i. U Law WOU1CL ever J-U.LU licaycu auu | consequently she would be next thing to that place. Then the air got sorter tangled up with finger nails, hair, and me, and I thought best to come out and cool of?" How to Get Rid of Beggars. There are more ways of killing a dog than choking him to death with butter, and there are several ways of getting rid of beggars besides telling them to go to Halifax. When an unfortunate monfliVant. annlies to Gilhoolv for aid. that philosopher cheerfully responds: "Oh, certainly. Have you got change for a dollar?" "In ninety-nine cases out of a hundred the mendicant replies that he has not. "I'm sorry, but Pre not got anything smaller. I am always happy to help the deserving poor." In caso the beggar says that he has - * ? -f ? J?.1nnkftAli? KATITIa ?Ot cnauge ior a. uiuui, uvn^ 5Ut: "Police! Police!" and denounces the unfortunate man as an impostor for begging when he has got his pockets fall of money, which he must have stolen from somebody, whereupon the mendicant skips off \ . ^ MYSTERY OF THE LAKES. Cayuga's Bed of Craters?A Subterranean River Between Superior | and Ontario. "If you are ever drowned in Cayuga : Lake, your friends need not go to the expense or trouble of dragging the lake i for your body, for they'd never find it" mt_ a.i -T ~ J ~ mis was me cueuniu uiauo by a resident of Ithaca, who has a taste for geological research, and who has | indulged it during the past few years | in investigating the bottom of Cayuga I Lake. ! "From all I have been able to discov> er," said he, -"the bottom of Cayuga j lake is a series of large openings and i cavities, many of them resembling the j craters of extinct volcanoes. Some of these are a hundred feet in diameter, j and are surrounded by raised rims, i like the sides of a "milk nan- These i craters, as I believe they are, lie at different depths, or, rather, are of difi ferent heights. Their depth I' have f never been able to sound, although I j have lowered many hundred 'feet of ! plumb line into them. They are unj doubtedly fathomless, and have beJ come receptacles of the bodies of the hundreds of persons who are known to have been drowned in the lake during the past half century, and of the undoubted thousands of people killed in the fierce battles that were frequently j *.i _i . J.1 i.l.. wagea. on me snorea 01 me utc tween hostile tribes of the 'original people' years before the white man appeared on this continent , "It was in Cayuga Lake that thewretch Rulloff lowered the bodies of his wife and child, inclosed in a chest, after he had murdered them, twenty years ago. The weeks that were spent in dragging for the chest was time thrown- away, for it had sunk into the mouth of one of these dead volcanoes, anr? if if. ist nnfc sin tin or vfifc. is Tin doubt floating about in the bottomless depths where, in the ages past, fire and smoke and ashes were the dominant elements. "Within forty years between 200 and 800 persons have been drowned in Cayuga Lake, to recover the remains of whom tho grappling-iron and drag" have been used industriously, but in vain. If it were possible for one to make the rounds of this lake's craterlike bed, he would, beyond doubt, encounter hideous charnel-houses beyond number?caverns where thousands of grinning skeletons have found their own sepulcher, subterranean catacombs without end. Water taken from a depth of 300 feet in Cayuga Lake?which must have been from one oi inese caviues?is suruugiy vutugvu with sulphuretted hydrogen, nitrogen, carbonic acid, and the carbonates of lime, potash, soda, and magnesia. Cayuga Lake has also a mysterious tidal motion. It is irregular in its occurrence, but very decided. The phenomenon has been known to appear twice a year, and then two years cr more have elapsed between its periods. The water frequently repedes fifty feet. The ebb is gradual, but the flood tide comes in with considerable force and rapidity. This phenomenon is also noticed on Seneca Lake, which is di vided irom uayuga Dy tae nign oeneca county hills. The surface of Seneca Lake is sixty feet'above that of Cayuga Lake, but I believe its bed is of the same remarkable character. Seneca Lake rises and falls as much as three feet during the time of its tidal commotion, which is also irregular in Jte periods. "I believe there is a subterranean river running from Lake Superior, through Lakes Huron and Michigan, under Lake Erie, and emptying into Lake Ontario. There is no other way in which to explain certain mysteries connected with our great iafces. xne surface of Lake Superior is about 650 feet above the tide, while its bed is 260 feet below the tide level. Lake Huron's . surface is fifty - feet below that of Superior's, aud its bed is about on a level with Superior's. The surface of Lake Michigan is SOQ feet lower than Lake Huron's, and its bed is sunk a corresponding distance to the level of the other two lakes. Lake Erie's surface is nearly as high as Lake Michigan's ! *-? ? t? a V\ar? icr j DCULlg^ OVO ttUUYi; LUC uuc, uuu ^wo wvu m also above tide, being 850. feet higher than the ocean lovel, consequently its bed is 250 feet higher than those of the lakes above it. Lake Ontario's surface is the lowest of all the great lakes, being less than 500 feet above tide, hut its bed is 280 feet below the .ocean, of about the same level as Michigan, Huron, and Superior. So there is a continuous fall from Lake Superior to Ontario, and all the. outlet that the upper lakes have that is known is the comparatively insignificant Detroit River. That stream never can care for all of that great pressure and. volume from above, and the theory of an under ground river such as I mentioned seems to me most reasonable. All the St. Lawrence fishes are taken in every one of the lakes bnt Lake Erie. Why? Because they follow the course of the subterranean stream, passing 300 feet beneath the bottom of Lake Erie and enter the waters of the upper lakes. The great lakes above Lake Erie have an occasional flux and reflux of their waters, corresponding with ocean tides save in regularity. "The subterranean river, according to my theory, becomes occasionally obstructed by great obstacles that are constantly moving down from the lake aKor*r?ola /yf nntlftt yuirfW-uiia* xucu DUD vimin<,>vAv v?. are insufficient to carry off the great volume of waiter, and they are dammed back and the lakes rise. Finally these obstructions are swept away by the irresistible pressure, the river flows naturally once more, and the dammed waters subside. That is the whole mystery of the rise and fall of the tides in the great lakes."?N. Y. Sun. As if By Magic. - * 1 4.1. \jn, wnat a Hiiraj-iwaau^ tuiug' ?u build busts on!" "Is that stuff the clay? "I do wish he would oome!" Such were the exclamations in half under-tone from the audionce. in the winter garden of the Eden Musee yesterday afternoon. The New York Herald says they were patiently waiting to see the exhibition of rapid modeling by the German sculptor, Mr. Hugo Herb? Meanwhile they gazed earnestly on- a wooden pedestal on the stage, from which rose a'stick the desired height of the bust, with little branches at the top to support the clay. Behind this were four or five piles of lead-colored, damp-looking clay. At last Mr. Herb appeared, and, rolling up the sleeves of his long gray blouse, he dove both hands into the clay and clapped a big chunk of it on the stick. Another and anGther followed until he had formed a figure resembling the images on which wig-makora rtianlft-c their W3X0S. No one in the audience knew whose head was to bo made out of the clay. The sculptor placed a small photograph oil the pedestal in front of him, and occasionally glancing at it pro ceeded to form the shape of the head and then the face. First a lump was stuck on for the chin, and, with a few deft sweeps of the finger, stood out a I characteristic of firmness. Then came + i _ * i j j il j me iorenenu, auu uiuu suus-iug illu J forefinger of each hand into the sides | of the head and pressing them back with a peculiar wavering twist the ears came out as if by magic. At this every lady in the audience applauded, while the gentlemen poundecl the floor with their walking-sticks. Next the nose appeared, ana then the moustache and hair, and in twenty-three minutes from the time of starting Mr. Henry Bergh beamed unmistakably upon the audience. "He has never seen Mr. Bergh? simply his picture," said Mr. Hellman, president 01 tne musee zo a Jiercua reporter. The audience would not be satisfied without another exhibition. So the: sculptor, after keenly scanning the ladies present, selected one and -proceeded to change the figure into her . likeness. A big lump of clay <?$. ;the>( head was drawn into a jaunty, wide- ' brimmed hat, making Mr. Bergh resemble a brigand rather than a humanitarian. The mustache was wiped out a bunch of flowers placed, on the breast, and with a few other touches the pretty face of Miss Hellman, the president's daughter, was recognizable. ? -4.1. ^ 1 J i.1.^ Mr. nero is me uoau setup Lur at mo Musce, having been there since his arrival in this country?two weeks ago. He is a graduate of the art school at Leipsic, and first became noted as a modeler by finishing a.bust of G-uiteau, complete for casting within twentyfour hours. The Best Filter. <!i23 The Japanese use a porous sandstone hollowed in the shape of an egg, through which the water percolates into a receptacle underneath; the Egyptians resort to a similar device; the Spaniards use a porous earthen pot But these and other similar contrivances can not be thoroughly cleansed; after the most thorough rinsing, some impurities will remain in the pores of the stone. Spongy iron and carferal are open to the same objection; they will answer well for a short time, but soon become contaminated by polution retained in their pores. Sponge, cloth, and felt, unless cleaned every day or two with hot water, will do mrvrp 'harm than crnnri ?.nri t.hA avflraorA servant girl will not clean them or any other filter unless under the eye of her mistress. The various forms of filters that are screwed to the faucet have only to be. hastily examined to be discarded, as there is not sufficient filtering materialin them to be of much utility, and they very soon become foul and offensive;; Buck says, "There is no material known which can be induced into the small space of a tap-filter and accomplish any real purification of the water which passes through at the ordinary rate of flow." The various complicated closed | filters, filled with any material which can not be removed for cleansing, condemn themselves. No amount of pumping water through them at different angles, which is at all likely to be used, can cleanse them of the impurities that adhere to the mass: and in the pores of the filtering material used. Parks, in his '-Manual of Practical Hygiene," says: "Filters, where the material is cemented up and cannot be removed, ought to be abandoned altogether." . The various metal fillers in which the water comes in contact with metallic surfaces, either iron, lead, tinned iron, or zino, are objectionable from their appreciable influence upon the water retained in them for any considerable time. Puro black tin is the least objectionable of any of the metals. The aim of most filters is to remove ! impurities from the water speedily?as ( rapidly as at escapes from the faucet, i Experiment shows that effective Altera- 1 tion can not be accomplished in this ; way, as the water does not remain long enough in contact with the filter- : ing material used to become purified of much that might be removed by slow 1 Alteration or percolation through the ! materials mentioned it seems to me that sand and charcoal are the two that accomplish the best results, and of : these vegetable charcoal is the best.? Popular Science Monthly for June. ' "Said One Crow Unto His Mates." Soma few years ago, while strolling : in the woods, I observed a very curious ; action on the part of a flock of crows, ; I had sat down to rest under a low pine tree, which must have hidden me entirely from any oye which might look ; down from above, and a few minutes later about fifty or sixty crows came 'flying up and alighted on the branches ; of a large oak tree which?the time being early spring?had not yet put forth, its leaves. They had no more than alighted when they all broke into vociferous cawings, all talking at once, : and making a tremendous uproar. In the midst of this row one of the birds, a large, glossy fellow, apparently one of the oldest of the band, left the general concourse and flew to the topmost ; bough,'where he perched in silent and , solemn state. Immediately the jargoning of the rest began to lessen, fell into scattered and indistinct murmurs, , and finally ceased altogether, exactly as a company of human beings, which converses while awaiting the coming of the lecturer, becomes gradually silent when the man who is expected arrives at last As soon as the noise of the rabble had ceased, the Moderator, or whatever else he was, on the top of the tree began to speak, and jabbered and croaked away for fully a minute, bobbing his head about very animat edly, and adding emphasis to bis discourse by occasional movement of bis wings, which evidently stood to him in the place of the brachial of mam Then he ceased, and the audience below, who had remained in attentive and respectful silence during his exordium, broke out again into a hoarse and confused outcry, which was doubtless- in dis- : cussion of some argument or suggestion : that the lone speaker had advanced. Then tne old crow in the tree top again lifted tip his voice and gave the band ; another taste of his tongue, after which another gabbling talk took place, and then the whole congregation arose upon their wings and flew rapidly ; away. I would have given a great . deal to be able to follow them and see xxrhof loam tViprAfrnrrs ' what the discussion was all about. ' That they seriously debated some plan 1 of action I have no doubt, but whether it was a campaign against some obnox- j ions owls, a strategic movement upon some farmer's corn-field, or a discus- - sion of some abstruse point 01 crow ethics or policy, I to this day hare no , idea whatever.?The Natural of the ; 2few York Sun. \ ... * ' i i v GLEA3TSGS. Last year's statistics show that tho number of women who committed suicide in Franco was one-third, more than v in 1882. The following is a copy, of a notice posted up in the Council Bluffo police station: "No loafers allowed here,, except police." . The highGst rate of the Western Union Telegraph company at present is $1 for ten words between Portland, Me., ana ban ?rancisco. , Under the laws of Maine, a person who procures a divorce cannot marry again without permission of the court that granted tfie decree. ^ Syria has ninety-five silk factories, which give employment to abont 18,000 men, toys and girls whose daily wages range from 8 to 27 cents. Grape culture in California is rapid- ! ly increasing, and it is thought that at least 5;00C, 000 vines will be planted in ; Los Angaxes connty this spring. Henry W. Miller, of Worcester, Mass., has, as apprentice and proprie^ tor, occupied his place of business as a tin and hardware dealer for seventy years. Among the inventions recorded in the Patent Office is one styled a^life^ saving coffin." It is so arranged that any movement by a person accidentally buried alive is registered above ground. Ann Lewellyn, of Pottsville, Pa., has a wooden leg. Her late "husband had one. Her older son took one to the grave with him. Her other boy and only child is stabbing around on one. When transplanting the strawberry, an expert forbids the removal of the runners and recommends the leaving of six inches of them attached to each side of the plant The ends of these runners are to be bent down and buried * with the roots. Plaftts thus treated are provided with means for drawing nourishment at once, and will thrive in adverse conditions which prove fatal to plants stripped of their runners. ' v" After driving a well to the depth of 176 feet at Trent, England, without getting water, a firm of artesian well engineers was consulted. A spot only a short distance from the old hole was selected and an immense vein of water was struck at a depth of 114 feet These parties say that they have a scientific method of finding water or min? erals. ^ "There are but few housekeepers in New Orleans," says the Picayune, "who dare demand obedience from their ser- V ~ vants. Their servants arc impudent to taem, positively reiuso iu reueiv*? iuiy orders or instructions; are. untruthful, dishonest The mistress who has a good cook puts up with a hundred disagreeable or disgusting traits of char-. acter in the cook rather than take the risk of 'going further to fare worse.'" According to the.. Chinese, caskmaking has been known, to them for many thousand years. They labored* ? ' however, imder. this drawback: they did not know how to give the final touch by which the lid is fastened in? Ka rtrvlr cfpiiftlr 09 feasible being to place a boy inside while the cooper tightened the hoops and se- cured tne head in its positionT Buthow v ^ was the boy to be got- out? This remained an u a solved: problem lor 3,000. years.. ' * A novel feature in the hotel line of the New Orleans Exhibition will be the steamship Great Eastern. Major Burke has chartered it at Liverpool, and it will leave some time in September with a load of exhibits for the' exhibition, and after these have been landed the. vessel will be moored at the exhibition wharf. It will be thoroughly cleaned and will be used as a hotel, under the cnarge or a skuiiui caterer, it nas sou , state rooms and will be located almost within the exhibition grounds. Denver has struck another bonanza, 300 feet under ground. It does not create as much excitement as the Pisgah Mountain fraud, but the sickly denizens of the foothills stand a show of being benefited. It has been: shown by analysis that the water from the 900 foot vein of the artesian well, which the county commissioners are sinking in the court house yard, possesses the- same properties as those of tho famous Spa water in Germany. It is impregnated with carbonate of iron, and carbonic acid. It is free from all organic impurities, and contains, further, many of the most famous qualities of the curative waters. The waters flow at the rate of 2,100 gallons per diem, but its pressure shows, that it can be raised in a pipe to the height of 120 feet above the surface. The a :^u? ft nru"> rl JJ.U w y iuiuo j, wv gauvu?v?i iuuu and can bo raised seventy-one feet above the surface of the earth.?Denver News. -N? Recent years have been usually pro- ' life in discoveries of the remains of the prehistoric inhabitants of England An interesting discovery of this kind has , ' lately been made in the valley" of the Ancholme, near Brigg, in Lincolnshire. Some laborers who were excavating brick earth came upon a corduroy road at a depth of seven feet below the surface. Above the road is a stratum of six feet of clay, and upon the clay lies Sr a layer of peat It is known that this peai nas occupied its present puaiuua considerablj more than 1,000 years, a Roman road, which is still in good, order, crossing it. The newly discovered track is formed of huge oaken, beams, " ';V sd which are fastened into tie" glacial drift beneath bv means-of oaken pins; and it* is believed by geologists who have visited the excavation--that these \' -i\ timbers were laid down at, least 10,000 years ago. The track seems to be about a mile in length, but whence it led and what was its use are questions sft lifcfilv to be solved. Never Say Die. What is more soul-stirring than, to see a man, who, beaten on every side, crowded into a corner, fighting heroically to recover lo3t grona? TErn who when his legs fail Mm, fights upctn his knees, liim who esemjSifies- the old Norse maxim: "Either I will find a way or make one." It has been well " said that "sncoess consists not in never falling, but in rising, every time wo falL" Posh on. Friends may desert the clouds of doubt and discourage- - meat, 01 sorrow ana despair, may hover round abont, but there is no night without its morn, no lane without a turn. The world wants men, it is bound to recognize bin? who knows not how to yield. Gain strength from tho words of that Spartan mother, uttered when her son complained that his sword was too short, "Add a step to | it," the brave woman replied. Never i - i < ? * -1 envy mose who nave uul, uguraavmy speafca^, been obliged to take in their hg> sails to weather a squalL If yon JS have been crippled, hasten to repair the damage and fall into line again. You are the better for the experience. Don't be troubled if some people think you are not as strong as before. Bide jrour time and measure swords with &ein .?Vanity Far * r