The Fairfield news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1881-1900, July 23, 1884, Image 1
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WINNSBORO, S. C., WEDNESDAY, JULY 23, 1884. |
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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
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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
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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
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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
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******,
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
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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;
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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
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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
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' 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
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-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, !
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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
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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
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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
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?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
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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"
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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
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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
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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.
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\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
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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.
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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. \
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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
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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