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pr VOL. XLIL WINNSBORO, S. C., WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 2, 1885. NO. 5. ^ Tb* -ctory of Patiencc. Arncd of Sods! Divinest conqueror! What soundless hests are thine! Nor j?omj>, nor slate. Nor token,? ? betray where thou dost wait, All nature s~-4.? Is. for tho<\ embassador. Tier forces u . thy serfs, for peace or war, ^ Greatest :m<' ]e-?st silike. thou rui'st their fate, r* 'iheavalai:* e chained until the century's date. The mulber - made robe for emperor I r Shall man s?one thy law deuy??refuse Thy heal in-.' t'or his blunders an<i his sins? Oh, make ? ijine! Teach us who waits best sues. Who loajjcf v?fts of nil most surely wins. When Time *s cpent. Eternity tx-<rii2S. To doubt, r- chafe, to haste. d< th God accuse. ?Helen Jackscn. | the two j:o>i:M5-:i:gs. * - - * ?!\AV/y i iV. ccrixww innii ii;um;u g, i who belonged to a well-known battery, and had married very young, had a son whom h* allowed to enter the same battery Then he was 18. But as the father Mid not been promoted very rapidly, it happened that he and his son wWe sccond lieutenants at the same t'mc, the father just entering his fortio'-M year and the son his twentieth. In sp'-'a of the difference in age, the l father looked younger tiian his son, ^ who had come into the world with au old face; and if the father's gray i:air could have been exchanged lor the coal-black locks of his son there is no doubt but that he would have been taken" for his son. and vice versa, especially as there was a marked rcseiu^ bianco in face and figure. Tiiey became known as Rosenberg the first and Ko-enberg the second. Alter the death of his wife the father and iiis son separated and took bach elors' quarters. wliicii pleased Rosenberg the second, as it gave him more freedom. But the father who had k been used to society, soon grew tired of it. and invited to his rooms all the officers who visited the little garrison. This was not of frequent occurrence, but it afforded occasional new experiences. It was a great pleasure to the j old officer to watch the unpacking of his comrades' trunks. There was always something new to be seen that L people of this little, out-of-the-way F place had never heard of, and concerning which the curiosity of Rosenberg the lirst led him to inform himself very minutely. One day an officer of the "White dragoons came to the garrison, who, although no longer a young man, ^ had very black, flossy hair. One Sunday morning Lieutenant Rosenberg the lirst entered the room of his guest without knocking1, just as he was drawing the cork from a bottle that lie hail taken out of his satchel. "What have you so line?1' asked the . curious host. "A llask of cologne water?or perhaps a cordial for the ^ stomach?" This sudden appearance seemed to surprise his guest rather unpleasantly. He hastily p;ir the cork into the bottle and set it behind a curtain out of sight. "Oh, it is water?for the scalp," he muttered." "For what?" asked Rosenberg. "For the scalp." "Oh!" he said; and continued: "You J have a very clean,beautiful scalp." "Xhafciaiivskat makes it." "And such black hair." This was evidently verv annoving to '* V ? ' i.l the strange orncer, :tnu ne uirneu mc ? conversation in another direction. The ? next morning lie returned his thanks ^ for the hospitality he had received, and ^ was ai out to take his departure, but > Rosenberg the lirst could not allow that until he had ordered his o.vn oul horse, and mounted it to accompany his friend of the White dtairoons to the city limits, where he left him. and rode home again. Whet: he arrived . there-and iaw the sun streaming in, he . went to ciosc the l-linds, and discovered behind the curtain the bottle tnat his guest had forgotten. His first impulse was to h:ist<*n after him with it. But the second thought was tiiat the officer wouid have a >tart of an hoar 1 ..i... i.:.? xr~ i..wj UCiOI'C I1V l't'u.u juui. jljlv? :;?u Pi only an h^ur at Iii> disposal, as lie must be on duty alter that. The bottle could remain where it was until his comrade returned, or if he never did return he probably knew where to get more. The old officer examined it on all sides. It was a plain white bottle, I without a label, and half full of a lluid ' ? like clear water. "What things people will contrive!'' he thought, while he shook lirst his head and then the bottle. "This benefit his head! What nonsense! I believe it is good for ! nothing." He drew out the cork, held j tie bottle to his left nosti-il, closed his j k right eye, and took a good sniff of it. Ik "JQu is clear water," he said. "My BW comrade has done well. Such stuff r wouid make me white?clear, well ^ water. I might play a joke on my ^ , friend of the White "dragoons. I will pour this out, and put in some other. When he returns he will v.se it on his head and imagine it has helped him. Then I will laugh at the old boy. Ha! w hot" With this decision he went to his room, poured the contents of the bottle into the wash-bowl, and then filled it half full of water from the pitcher. "There," he exclaimed, putting the cork in, "I shall enjoy that, when my friend returns. This will help him as k, little as the other, and he will soon find out that it never amounted to anything. That do anv good! Ha! ha! ha!" Ee then pnt his hand in the washbasin, held his head over it, and waslik ed his hair until his arm ached. "Now, if that has any effect, my r name is Huns," said he. "To-morrow . morning my head will look just as it does now. But I must be off to the square to drill the recruits. It is a quarter of an hour too early, but it will make no difference, and one never ^ knows what may delay him on the way." So he put on his cap. fastened k. on his saber, and walked leisurely toy ward the market-place. When he reached there he Jound the captain there before him. navmg uau uutui:^ w j'.iao ^ the time with, the captain thought ho V would go down to the square and have | a little chat with Rosenberg the lirst, if he should happen to be down somewhat early. He smiled with satisfaction as he saw that officer coming around the corner, but when he hail come a few steps nearer his face fell t with disappointment. Still he spoke fp to the man who approached him. and * said: "Good morning, dear Rosenberg. How is your father?" Lieut. Rosenberg the first looked very much surprised at this unexpected question, and stared at his superior k officer instead of answering, kt "Your father is well, I hope," con- i tinned Capt Klohn, now also somewhat surprised. "My father?" said the lieutenant, ! as puzzled as before. T ci 1.4 I "-veruumv, >uui liitiici.. l iuuu*;ut I spoke plainly enough. What is there ^ so'wonderful about iny inquiring for F the health of your father?" "The captain is very kind.'' said* Rosenberg the tirst; "but I am very much surprised indeed." "1 do not understand von. Whv ] so?" " " , (irent heavens! because ray father 3 is dead, captain." ; "The old man turned pale. "Dead? j Your father dead?" said he, with trem- | b'ing voice. ".My God! How did it happen?" ; "He fell from his horse and broke ; his neck." The captain clasped his hands and shook his head in horror. "Oh, oh, oh!" said lie, over and over. "Oh, you poor fellow, you poor fellow!" Lieut. Rosenberg the iirst looked at him, wholly at a loss to ;c::ow what to ! make of it. In the meantime the recruits had gathered and stood in line. A lower officer stood before them, waiting for the stroke of the bell. "Attention!" he called, as the iirst clang trembled in the church tower. To a soldier duty comes before all else, eating or drinking; house or iiornc, wile or cinui, father or mother. "Will you have the goodness to stay with the recruits, dear Rosenberg?" said the old captain. "They cannot be left without a head." He pressed the lieutenant's hands in deep agitation, j and then added: "Adieu! adieu! dear i Rosenberg." while bright tears fell from the old soldier's eyes down on his bushy beard. "Auf wiedersehen! God comfort you! dear Kosenberg. God comfort you!" He turned and went with faltering steps to his home, the shock having weakened him so that he needed to rest and collect himself before calling the sergeant to advise with him in"regard to further proceedings. Lieut. Rosenberg watched the captain disappear round the corner; then he lauirhed, and exclaimed: "Well, I never saw anything like it. There is I nothing like it in all the world!" Just then another ollieer came from the same direction which the captain had gone. "Linde ;aun!" called Rosenberg, as he was passu<*. "Good morning! Good morning! How goes | it with you? Come here a moment." i Lindemann did so. "How can I serve you. Rosenberg?'' he asked. "Did vou just meet our captain?1' "I did"." "Did anything about him surprise you?" "Very much; he was in tears." "Ah! Now, you see?I thought he must have bees too free with his schnapps or eaten too much breakfast." "What do you mean? He is not in j the habit of doing so." "Well, there is certainly something wrong with him." What brought you to such a conclusion?" "Why,-just think! When I came up to him he asked me how my father was!" "Well, why should lie not ask j-ou?" Rosenberg the first looked at him in amazement. "Why should he not ask me?" he repeated. ' Certainly; why not?" "Because he never did so before." "Whrit of that? Everything must have a beginning. What is there specially to wonder at in that?" "What is there to wander at? I'do not see how you, Lindemann, a sensible man. could inquire after a man who is dead." "Dead! Do you jest? 2so one should speak Tightly of such things, my dear Rosenberg." "I have no pleasure in joking about such things; but 1 certainly can say-that my father is dead." Lieut. Lindemann's face grew very long, and he turned as pale as Capt. Klohn had before him. "Can it be t;ae? Can it be possible?" he said. "But tell me, for God's sake how it happened." "He fell from his horse and broke his neck." Lieut. Lindemann's arms fell by his side, and his breathing was heavy and painful. Rosenberg the first looked with wonder at Lindemann, who grasped his hand and said: '.My poor, poor friend!" He wiped a manly tear from his eyes, and -turned away in the Giree ion ne naci come. -ltou comiort you!" he cricd. "Heaven send you strength to bear it!" "He must be crazj*," thought Rosenberg the first, staring after him in utter bewilderment, "or has he had too hearty' a breakfast. Only one of the two can be possible?only on$ of thosec-l * two!" But when lifteen minutes later the--^ sergeant came to look around and see f | if ail was in order, and took the liberty';? of inquiring for his father's health; Rosenberg became angry. "Js it a plot!" he exclaimed. "They are trying to play, a trick on me. But I am too old to allow such a thing, especially at the expense of my father; that . will not pass?I certainly will not allow it. As soon as the training of the recruits is over I will go to the captain and report, and if he is at the head of the conspiracy it is all the same to me. 1 will not be "'.'sponsible for the result." Let us leave the old ofllc^r standing ox: the marki't-phicu racing inwardly and what Rosenberg the second is doing. He came out of his rooms in the best of spirits, carefully picked a speck of dust with his thumb and fore tinker irom ins ion arm, aim sa.ii mere a down the street with a complacent smile on his lips, not knowing exactly where he wished to go. He met Lieut. Lindemann. "Heavens! What a ghastly face!" said Rosenberg the second to him. "You look as though you had had some frightful misfortune.'" Lieut. Lindemann stared at this speech. "Rosenberg, I don't understand yon," he finally said. "What don't you understand, old fellow? That I wonder at your doleful expression? It is not usually so. Come with me into the restaurant We will take a glass of wine together." Lindemann shook his head, as if the conduct of his friend was wholly incomprehensible. "I am in a good humor to-day; I invite yon -to breakfast," continued Lieut. Rosenberg. "Come," and he turned to take his arm. But Lindemann drew back. "You have consoled yourself yery quickly," he said bitterly. I -S3 i. ?"% consojeiu- i* ua; nave i 10 coupon: mysellfor?'-* ; - > > "*?1 g\ ' -^ Roseaher^ X do--n6tr undocsiand you. 1 would not have cxp.cctc'd such lack of feeling from you." "Lack of feeling! .What do you mean?" r"WclI, I slio'uld. not liavc thought wlieji one's.father was dead-?" "Rosenberg's,...face grew, serious- at once,...and he, griped VmitfeQiaqn's hand. t*C^P-^?o?give rnoc'' lio "said with tender s'ympatfiydn his voice. "I did not know that?though i might have surmised something from your sau lace. iuy poor irienu; iorj?i>c liiu, and permit rae to offer my si nee re-sympathy.'' This was too much for Lieut Efntfernaun. "Know what? Now, have ione," he said, red with anger. "That is enough?my very soul rises up against such llippaucv. Your father is not yet under the ground, and you begin to be merry!" "Your grief has bewildered you, Lindemann," replied Rosenberg earnestly. "You are confusing me with yourself." 'How so? I do not sec it." "Or your father with mine. But, my l'riend, your father is dead, not mine." "My patience is exhausted," said Lindemann. "It is not enough that )*ou hold your own father in suc<: little honor. My father, thank God, is well. I had a letter from him yesterday. If he were dead, my sister would certainly have telegraphed to me." t1.nl- _> rr^/%.1 Wlvir r]n t-rsn IT L'Ij^ UlilC IO ?? iij viv j vu mourn, then?" "For your father, unhappy, frivolous, incomprehensible man!" ' My father!" said Lieut. Ilosenbcnr, astounded. "Certain y. For whom else? lie fell from his horse and broke, his neck." Rosenberg tne second turned deatuly pale. "1 did not know a word of I it," lie stammered. "Who.told you?" "Who told me? Whv, vou, vourself." . "How, 1? That is impossible. I have not seen you to-day." "Have not seen me? You called me a half hour ap>. on the Market square, to teli me ihe dreadful news." Rosenberg the second looked anx-it lilj "LiinltHiinnni" said-he, **I believe Uibto^Is something wrong with Jyou." . i 2 j Quite the coutrary. It se.eins "to me there is something wrong with you. You told this same thing to Capt. Kloli::!" ' Capt. Klohn! I have not seen him to-day." Ji'it I have. I met him as lie came from the marl;olH>l:ice. and his face was lull of tears, lie. said yost _srt:U*.i with the roc rafts lhatyoir"wh'ad takiui to drill i<?r your latliiv." .Now 11 lhv' MU'otid became anurv too. "J)ia Capl. Kiohn to!I you that," Jio asked. "with hi.S o.vn i::<wri>? Then 1 wiil <:<> to the cap:..i i :tt imc-. If I told him that my lather jv.:s he certainly is. uot.-aud so iiln.u. \? that your father is dead. S >n:c fr.iher must bo. for such a story nc?:r came from nothing." With taat he took iiis saber under !,;s arm and stalked oil", in a very agitate ! frame of mind, to the captain's house. The captain wns sittini' in his room, unuolc to control h'niseif. rSu-.n his servant cntere i and aunonnoe-i that Lieut. ll>se:iberg was at the door ami wished to know if ho could speak to him. "Certainty, certainly," he said; "show him in." The next moment Lieut. Rosenberg the second appeared. "Mv poor young friend!" said the captain, "it was very iiard on you, under such sorrowful circumstances, to stay by those recruits so long. I met Lieut. JLindemann ami intended to ask him to relieve you, but when I told liim lije sad news 1 forgot it. Do not be angry, my young friend. The sudden blow has completely upset me. Lieut. Rosenberg the second was equally upset. Before he could speak, the captain's short speech confirmed wlfat Lieut. Lindemann had told him. But he had not been near the recruits, and had not spoken either to the captain or Lindemann. It was a story lit for lunatics. ~ThtrC"Spratn was about to insist upon the young ollicer being seated, when his thick-headed, red-headed attendant entered the dootv again.; "Captain?at the door is?he began," and then glanced at the young officer, and his head became thicker and redder than ever. "Well, what is it?" urged the old captain. "At the door is--is " "Well, will you let it out? Who is at the door?" -T ' ' ^ 1 " V - 1 *\L?ieuc. .uoscnuerg, uu iiasweiuu with trembling,- t'He-wished me to ask if he conld speak with vou .'a I inotncnt.""^ ^ ? - A The captain and the young lieutenant looked ateae-a other. Lieut. Rosenberg^ If hejv^ a-tjis door he could not bo:^6ea^ tooti ^^|eam of light ' Lieti.^bsenbcrg^^first?'' asked CapL Sohn ofjils scroint, who.Glared ' r\^Tt^s?ptain"" wilt he repliedjr"it is Lieut.'Rosenberg th^secmca-tHTued fc^obcli other in bewilderment.:. "Lieuti&Oscab^rg.the-^eeond!" repeated-Cipl Klohu. "That is impossible?;he is here." Y". "fWt certainlysee tbai. V said the felloWj 4'but Lieut.Jctosoiiborg the second is ^o^oucsuJa.t& .dob r. * ' "You "arejcraiy^fellow. -cToif- evidently can not sec very well," and Capt. Klohn turned to'the ofiiccr. "You surely are here., .And while you are here, you can not come again." The lieutenant did not know what to say, so he said nothing. "Let him come in,'' said "" apt*. Kiohn. . 0 The boy shuddered, cast aa appealing look, "mattered as IT* saying his prayers, and went out, stumbling over his own feet. A moment later Lieut. Rosenberg the lirst entered. New and speechless astonishment. The boy also stepped in to see the result. -i'ou are Lieut. Rosenborg the second?" asked the captain at last "The captaiu will excuse me. I am Lieut. Rosenberg the tirst" Poor Capt Klohn:s head whirled. "That is impossible," said he. "In that case you would be your own father and father of tnc other Rosenberg, .1 1 I *!...* U I._ :r U1C SCCOUU, auu I.u;a uiu t w, lur 11 you were your own father you would be ilerul, and could not be here. Heavens! How my head aches! This agitation " But all the time the two lieutenants had been, looking at each other's eyes. "Father! \ our hair has turned- black," said the sou. , ; i ' What! My hair black?" he answcrel. Then he stepped before a mirror. auu looked in." '~."K is,"** sal J he in TfiVre*was"'Seversii^i ;i tioii.iv. That b'auied stuff is what tii'i Cajit. Klohn now stepped behind Jiirn. "Oh!'' he cxclaimed, "you hare dyed your hair so that I dfdn't know yon, and asked you how your father was, and you very naturally wondered at it Ha! ha! ha! Ha! ha! ha! And you told me your father was dead. But how did you know about it,1' turnin ? to Rosenberg the second. "I met Lieut. Lindemann." "Oh, yes," roared the old captain, "I met Lieut. Lindemann, too. That is a ?Ocd story, an excellent storv." "That is an excellent storv."' re pUvLivu. uvjv * uy ?? vio uw left hand with his right hand in great glee. , -1 "Will you hold your tongue,, boy!" growled the captain. "I wHT, Hwr njr? Translated from the, Litnnan^ity ,'Margaret G. Folk. - >N\ --> ? * V .3 Therein, the Ijio:i Tamer. "Cut, do you not shrink from a life such as this you are leading? Evcfry day risking a terrible death?" "No." she answered, "I like it. I like to feel my mastery over the king of beasts. I know that he hungers for my flesh, and pants for my blood, a-id 1 am defcnceles-. A little scratch with his claw, a stroke of his foot, and 1 am lost. But I have a human soul, and a will stronger than his; he knows ^t, and cowers before me." j Mr. Tern pier looked at her with wonder. ' " * * * "It is a fact." he said," "that every i woman loves eonauest." ^ "Every woman.1'she answered, power to gain victories so long as Stjc" is mistress over her own heart" Next day he was again present at an I exhibition. He went to the menagerie, and stood near the cage. He saw her enter; her eye met his. She smiled, j and the pretty dimples formed in the corners of her mouth. At the same moment the lion's mane bristled, and he began, to claw at the boards of his cell iloor in an angry, impa'.ient manner. Her eye had been off him, and her power.failed, but only for a moment. She recovered her attenticm, and concentrated it on the brute; rfcfct his red eye with a calm and resolute look, and beckoned him to her feet. He hesitated, turned aside, and walked round the den, thrusting his body against the sides, eyeing her covertly, and growling, aud showing his white teeth. She followed, never allowing him'to' escape her firm eye, and pointed to her feet. Then he turned himself round, and sulkily, protestingly. sneaked to the place indicated. She kuclt by him, and laid her arm and head on his mane, but thrust the other hand through tho bars and said to Mr. Templer, "Feel my pulse." He took the delicate wrist between las lingers and -counted. The pulse was at a hundred and twenty. When the exhibition was.oyer, she said to-Mr. Templer, "I pray you, do not be present, again. You unnerve I me. "When I am in the cage, I must think of nothing and no one but the I t-ir>rr No n iM-tans mftft'ter. find nn less he has all my thoughts will tear me.1' "Good heavens. Theresa!" exclaimed he. "I cannot bear to think of this. I dreamt of vou last night, and woke in terror, imagining the end had come." "It will come some day. This is the fate of us all.'' Mother came off better than most, with a broken thigh. Did vou count my uulsations?" "Yes." "Then you can judge what the excitement is, with life in one's hand, in a lion's den." ? English Illustrated Magazine. 2. ? L C. P. Batter. (Joins r. .tiunLingiou, iuu runway magnate, years ago kept a general store in Sacramento. One day a trader came in from a mining camp to buy stores, and among other things he wanted butter. Huntington had several tubs brought from Orange county, the famous butter-producing region of New York. The miners had all the good things that money would buy, and the storekeeper from the mining camp was bound to take back the best he could find. "I want some bang-up butter," was the way the storekeeper from the camp signified his desire. "Well," said Huntington, "hero is some all the way from New York state, the real genuine Orange county article." Huntington ran the trier down (-So llio f-jiK nnr? tV)f> storp LU wJU^/ wv UVIll V* m v WMV) WUM keeper ran his nose along it when it was'pullt-d but. **; /? ; *T ? j "What's the tax on;that grease?1' he asked U \J ) i i "That's 35 cents a pound," replied Huntington. "Hain't you got.something a lectio better?" asked the storekeeper. "Yes," said Huntington, going to another tub of the. very same" kind of butter. He knew the storekeeper would 'not be -satisfied if he'did not show, something'- better, - and he was equal to the occasion. "Here's some for 50 cents," said Huntington, as he drew the trier out and the storekeeper's nose followed it from one end to the other. "Now, that's a little like it," said the storekeeper, "but," he added with a wink, "come now, hain't you got some thing that the llics won't settle on, that's fur-lined and hair-topped? There's nothing too good for us, and we've got the dust to pay for it." "Yes," again said Huntington. "Here's something that we don't often bring out." The trier went down into the third tub of the same lot, and the storekeeper's nose followed the line of butter for the third time. "How much is she assessed at?" asked the storekec"ias he looked affectionately on the outter. "Sixty-five cents a pound." "You hain't got too much for me," said the storekeeper.?Financial Journal. A Queer Story. The following letter has been received by a gentleman, who has been acting as chaplain abroad, and who an swereu-uii' uu.vUU UI >? JOO uutel-keeper for a chaplain: Exquisite Siu: :Your Kinde lcttro i have receved: the advantages i Kan offer you are: If you will bring me 15 of your compatriotes wanting of breathing our curing moutang-airc in one healthfull an sonvisy mountains, you Kan-have, your comfortable Pension in equifalentof your Spiritual Work. Pension all comprised 5 fs; a day. Miik chease and all Swisse healthful things at wery reasonable prices. A wery good carriage road lceds till ? houre from mi newly-restablished establishment railroad aud steamer of the lac of Thousia at a distance of 3 houres. Wery civilized people. II hope for a retailed and promptc itntvfir?nmi wliorin vnn wnnld knmo. Healthi air?milk fresh?&c., &c-, &c. Good beds, &c.. &c. Pray favor me with a subit and distinct answer?have the extreme kindness tho recommend me ba your friends and compatriots? you will then have done a good work? excuse me sire for mi bad englisch. Gcd ba with you and all your friends. Yours, trouly, , proprietairc. ? . ? The best quality of charcoal is made | from oak, maple, beach, and chestnut. ! Wood will furnish, when properly cMarred, about 20 per cent 01 cuarcoai. A bushel of charcoal from pine weighs 29'pounds: one from hardwood weighs 30 pounds; 100 parts of oak make nearI Jy 23. of charcoal,, red pine about 22, winte-pinc' 23/ : " * ' * MA J. GEN. POPE. His Opinion Concerning Coast Defenses, Torpedoes, Guns, and Cannon. "Arc the facts as set out recently b\ 1 Lieut. Grifiin concerning our coast de- 1 fenses correct?11 "Wei!," answered Gen. Pope with s, ' smile, "those facts as now stated ought not to occasion any general surprise, for they have no' * jnjr been known to the business men of our commercial cities. The defenses of Sau Francisco, for instance, are very poor. The guns are few and small. There are some 15inch guns which explode 150 pounds of powder at a charge, but these are not well mounted.* 1 understand that a congressional committee will come here to look at the works. Some of these committees so combine pleasure and work as to eliminate the work, but this committee will probably be an ex caption. As to your question conccrn' lhg"the ability of civilians to judge of a "question of defense better than military men, the wisdom of the nation has named a congressional committee to consider the facts and report New York harbor can not be much worse defended than San Francisco is. Twenty years ago the defenses hore would command more respect than they do now." "What would be the probable cost of making the defense of San Francisco adequate?" "Oh, that I could not say. I could not even approximate an estimate. Before any figures could be suggested it would be necessary for the engineers to make surveys and for some plan to be adopted." "And what general form would the improvement in our defenses take?" "There should be changes, of course. But no nation has yet reached a conclusion concerning defenses. The conditions change constantly with the in vention 01 nrearms ana snips, xne torpedo service seems to be moderately satisfactory, but not completely so. Experiments arc continually going on with large and small torpedo-boats and lixed torpedoes. The torpedo service can be made only auxiliary to the land service- It is one thing to carry on torpedo experiments, under favorable circumstances, in time of peace, and it is another thing to try the same experiments when an enemy is doing his best to thwart you. The difference, in fact, is about like that of firing at a Hrori'f for nrap.fcir.fi and tirino1 at another man when ho is taking'aira and firing at you at the same time?" "Are not certain' kinds of torpedoes found to be controllable and navigable some distance from the shore?" "Yes. they appear to be, but this has been demonstrated by experiments and not by actual war, which is a different thing. If the enemy will give vou all the lime you want and Jluw you to impose upon him all your conditions, it is probable that you will be able to blow him out of the water almost every time. But he will be busy himself trying to foil your plans." "Are you familiar with the plan pro* * T * ??a. r1 J ? X-.. 4.U- A* Ijposea Dy Jbicuc. vrrayuou lux. tuts uelensc ot San Francisco harbor recently, his plan being to attach torpedoes to wire cables on the principle of our cable roads?" "I have not studied it My impression is that torpedoes can be only auxiliaiy to the land service for defense. At p'resent \vc could not stop with our land defenses an invasion by iron-clads. Such vessels could come over the bar and into the bay. But there is no sign of foreign war now. Our nearest danger in this country is internal, not external." "Has any new principle of importance been applied to the manufacture of arms since our civil war?" "There have been improvements in the manufacture of guns and in the materials used, but I do not think there is any new principle in the manufacture. Guns are made larger and furtherreaching. We have guns which can J carry five miles effectively." "is tucrc any xorc m i>ew xorK narbor -which could withstand a bombardment?" "No, sir. New York is better guard, ed than any other large seaboard city on the Atlantic coast." "Are experiments made continually in warlike instruments in this country?" "Yes,- in' torpedoes, guns, breechloading cannons, etc., and they may lead to some advantage."?Interview with Gen. Pope, in Sari'Francisco Bulletin. An Organ-Grinder's Wail. Petro Barfcolucci sat gloomily on his hand-organ last night and sighed, says the Philadelphia North American. A vftllnw rlnrr \v?is snuatted in front of J " "wO ""1 ? him, and gazed curiously into the face of the prince of organ-grinders, as if trying to fathom the great man's thoughts. Petro looked up, and listlessly kicked the yellow dog into the street, and lapsed into meditation. "Ah, no imro good," he moaned. "Grind dn org played out." "What do you mean, my Italian friend?" asked the North American philanthropist. "No good, no good. Long a?0 I make four, five dol a day, eat plenty macaroni.Jdrink plenty beer, have good time. Now can't get over dol and half or two dol. Grinda na org n. g. no good more. Da monk run around, come back with empty tinkup. Da people say go way, you make too much noise; da cop say skip along, dago, or I run you in. Get arrest for break da peace, and da peace o' da just fine me five dol, all I make in three days. All, I tninic i go oa.cs. to Italy; dis country no good. "Don't the people appreciate the rich tones of the hand organ any longer?" "No, dey want it shortor. Dey say cut it short and call me a dago. Nobody in dis country like music no more. I go back to Italy or start a dago roller skate rink. Grinda da org played out, da monk no good, da country no good.'.' He gazed sadly at the mud monuments of Chief Estabrook in the street UUU LUULL ii:ii illLU iW UV dream, perhaps, c>? a Utopia where organ grinders arc honored and prized and wealth comes rolling in at every turn of the handle. A ten-year-old Rochester boy on the cars coming to Troy the other day became hungry about 11 o'clock and began an attack upon the bountiful lunch that had been prepared for him. A gentleman who sat behind him was moved to remark: "My boy, if you .eat much now you won't have any appetite for dinner." To which the smart, little fellow replied: "Woll, 1 1 sruessi if I haven't an}* appetite 1 shan't want any dinner." The gentleman had no mure to .-ay. ? L'roy 'livita. The inventor of barbs on fence wire receives a royalty of $120,000 a (-year. 4 ? j The Lenape Stone. ! "The Lenape stone" is a flat stone about four inches Ions and an inch and 1 a half wide, with a rude picture scratch- i ed dn the surface representing Indians ; fighting a hairy mammoth. It is brok- ' en into two parts, and the story goes -I that the fragments were found, at an I interval of nine years, by a boy work- I ing in a Held in Bucks county, Penn., 1 four miles and a half cast of Doyles- < town. The piece first discovered was 1 plowed up; the second came to light < when the same youth was husking corn in the same field. The carving is radelv done, find with a few strokes. In 1 front, of the mammoth as it strides forward are drawn two fighting Indians : with bows and arrows. Wigwams and 1 pine trees appear in the distance, while in the sky the sun, moon, stars, and a constellation arc all on duty. One Indian has been trampled under foot by the monster, and another, who is recumbent, seems not yet to have taken alarm. The picture could be copicd in two or three minutes by rapid penstrokes. The stone is slate, and the reverse side contains turtles* hawks, and other objects. Experts who have, examined the carving pronounce it a fraud, but Mr. H. C. Mercer, who knows the finder , and the man who purchased the stone, thinks otherwise, and has written a book on the subject. The Delaware i tribe lived in that region of Pennsylvania for centurics, and curious stones _ 1- J 1 4.1 I inarmed oy cucm u:ivc uucu uueuicucu in Bucks county. "The Lenape stone" was submitted to Dr. D. G. iJrlntou. the well-known archaeologist and ethnologist of Philadelphia. He inspected it carefully,and says it is modern, basing his opinion on both its design and execution. The aborigines of the United States did not shade or group their pictures. They did not represent lightnings shooting in various directions from a central point, nor treat the sun as a face. "The lines on the Lenape stone are obviously cut with a metal instrument, making clear incisions, deepest in the center and tapering to points?quite different from the scratch of a flint point. Shrewder fabricators than the unknown aathor of this one make use of tlint points. Some of the 'western tablets' have been so inscribed. They may thus conceal their tools, but there are other resources for the archieologists. The surface of ail stones undergoes a certain chemical change on exposure to tho air, which is called, by the French term valine. In many va JL lU'llCO) UO tnu bO) mum uv?? v? shales, this atfords a decisive means of discriminating a modern from an ancient inscription or arrow-head. It requires the uso of the microscope and some practice, but with these most of such impostures can be detected. _This does not exhaust the resources at the command of the antiquary to circumvent those who would practice on his love for relics of the past." Mr. H. Carvill Lewis, professor of mineralogy, Academy of Natural Sciences, Philadelphia, says the tablet is genuine, but the drawing is forged from the picture of a mammoth on a piece of ivory found in the cave of La Madeleine, Perigord, France. Dr. F. W. Putman, curator of the Peabody Museum of Archaeology, Cambridge, Mass.,- is somewhafin doubt, but rather suspects the hands of a white man in the drawins:. Dr. M. E. Wadsworth, of Cam . ... * * bridge, Mass., oeneves 111c urawicg I was made with some steel tool like a dull awl. Mr. J. P. Iddings, of the United States coast survey, notes that the lines of the drawing appear to have been arranged with reference to the fracture of the stone. The author of this book, however, declares his faith in its genuineness. The indications arc that gorget slate stones with Indian scratches upon them have been found on the Hanscll farm, but that this representation of the mammoth is a forgery.?Cincinnati Commercial Gazette. Swallowed His Queue. There is trouble brewing on the South Side. Ying Foy, proprietor of a button-bursting establishment on Carson street, is one of the parties interested. In the rear of the laundry in a court lives Dennis Fogarty. Dennis is the uroud owner of a healthy and well- ] developed goat, which ranges wild and free along the heights of Limerick, satisfying the simple wants of his untamed nature with old stovepipe, cast- ( off tinware, hoopskirts, and other gastronomic bric-a-brac. The goat flashes up equal in prominence with Ying Fov in this artless little narrative. Yesterday afternoon Ying Foy lay sleeping, as is his wont' after his midday meal, <?n a bench in the rear of his wash-house. The friendly rays of the warm spring sunshine glinted athwart the smoke-browned turrets of Castle Fogarty and fell upon the slumbering son of the orient. The sleeper smiled. It may have been that he dreamed of his boyhood days, when, careless and free, he roamed about his father's zereba or pursued the fleeing rat up and down the broad bungalow as-a matter of business?out-of-meat-andmust-havc-it-you-know. At any rate he smiled. This external expression of internal pleasure stole around both sides of his face to the base of his queue. The movement loosened the - J L.'.L I roll oi 11 air, one eim ox wmuu um the ground. The goat, quietly browsing' about the brick pavement, saw the queue and in it a prospective meal. To think was to act with the goat. After chewing and swallowing abouteighteen inches of it he shut his teeth and tried to pull it loose. The jerk yanked the Chinaman off the bench with a j*ell which could have been heard two blocks away. The goat would not let go, and Ying Foy could not, and both pulled. For about two minutes the air was lull of goat hair, Chinese profanity, white-soled shoes, and broken English oaths. Then the crash came, and Ying Foy sat down heavy on the bricks with a haggled tuft of chewed off hair about six inches long hanging from his scalp, which also showed rugged patches where bald spots shone out like stumps in new ground. The goat quietly shut one eyo and commenced swallowing the switch- Ying Foy was so mad for a minute that he could not speak. He wildly clawed at the pavement until he loosened a brick, when he broke out with: "You?you licapee dlam foolee," and threw the brick with a 400-ton pressure. The goat dodged the brick, but Fogarty's window caught it, and Ying Foy with a look of baldhcaded despair sneaked indoors to avoid making unnecessary explanations. ? Pittsburg Dispatch. Without doubt the pumpkin pic was originally evolved in JJew .England; dui just where the pumpkin itself was first discovered in a wild state is a disputed Eoint in geographical and historical otanv, but perhaps the vine which Do Soto "found growing on the gulf coast of Florida was the progenitor of our best pies. FISHING THEN" AND NOW. There are only about a dozen men in this country who do not like to go fishing. Many do not go once in ten pears, but all the time they think they ivjll go next week or next month, and they Keep thinking of the fun they used to have thirty or forty years ago, when they were boys. An old man who had fished every year for fifty years, and an joyed it, came into a business place the other day limping, with one hand Dn the small of his back, and looking as if he wanted to die. "Been fishing again, eh?" said a clerk. "What luck?" "0, no luck to speak of. The fact is, my lishing days arc over," said the old man with a sigh, as a pain took him in the back. 44 'Tain't what it used to be, boys, 'tain^t what it used to be. When I was a bov I would get up u-r t- ?,?1V fn?r. n,;Tas UUiUlU tlliVL >T ibln. AVUi, jiuiiv>; barefooted, with a tamarack pole and a strong line, and with a piece of porkrind for bait, I would catch fish till the cows came home. There were no rods and reels in those days, and no artificial flies, that 1 know of. We would get a bite, and throw the fish over our heads, out on l:;nd, and see him flop. I could catch fish enough for our family and ail the neighbors, and enjoy it. Later years, when I became a man, I had the fishing fever just as bad, and I would go a hundred miles to fish, and spend a barrel of money, and work hard for a week, and it would do me good. I would be heavier and stronger when I came baclc and my brain would work like a steam engine. But now, white I have the fever just as bad, 1 am all used up. It takes me all the fail and winter to get over my aches and pains, to get ready for the spring fisliiug, and the first day I go out I am used up for a month. Bones and lnuscies that 1 did not know I had years ago,- ache now so I am perfectly sure whore they arc. I am too old to walk much, and too rheumatic to ride in a boat long, and 1 have to be petted like .. -~l- 1,1 I !? > '? * a nmnlnir o r>i o n fn a uiiiiu. x iiavc iv viu^/ivj ?.* iuiwu i.v row the bout, put on my bait and take off ruy lish, and my lingers and thumbs are getting so rheumatic that I can hardly turn the handle to the reel. Anotner year and 1 will have my hired man reel in my tisb, while I sit in a ch;iir oa the bank, and then I Want to die. When a man gets so it makes his back ache to cast his bait in the water, and bis arms ac:;c when he stands up, his neck ache when he turns around, his head achc when the sun shines, and everything aches when it is cloudy and damp, and his stomach seems to all drop out an hour or two before lunch time, he i.<j played out as a lisherman, and ought to know it. Ishali never go lishing again, never." "0, you hadn't ought to give up lishing, uncle," said the clerk. "I see by the paper that the li?h are biting splendidly out in Waukesha county. One i nnnniLs of black ******* vwweM* r -y biiss in Okaucucc yesterday. "Nol" said the old man, as lie took .hjg hand off tlic small of his back and straightened up to try his bacK and see if it was broke. "Say, you pack up^ my rod and things and get them down to the two o'clock train, and I will go and take a Turkish^bath, and go out there.for a day or two. If 1 could catch one fish and feel just as J did when 1 was a boy,I would give a thousand dollars. To feel the same freedom that I did then, with the old tamarack pole, walking around in the wet grass barefooted, looking into the water and seeing the fish lazily watching me as though they thought I was no account on earth, aud.then noticing the difference of expression on the mug of the lish after I had him out on the bank. "I wouldn't dare wade in a stream now, and get my feet wet, because I would catch a cold that would lay me up for a month. 1 used to be wet from Genesis to Revelations six days in a week, and I never knew what it was to have a cold. I have carried a string of lish that weighed more than I did, a mile, and whistled all the way. I have been so tired 1 would go to sleep while scaling a lish in the old woodshed, and I was as happy as a person could be. Tii-i* n o n rrn/l nnnr n1pf)C~ UUb XV AO VUUU^VO. UV ?T ^ ?vw ure is hard work, and I realize that I must stop fishing forever. But say, hurry up and get them things to the depot," and the old man who thought he never would fish any more went out to a tackle store to buy hooks, and went to the depot, forgetting to take his Turkish bath. 0, they never give up fishing. Carl Formes and Ronconi. In 1872 I had just come back to New York from London. As I was walking down the street one morning I espied a little old man, bent over with age and looking very miserable. Something about him, howover, seemed familiar to me, and I hastened my footsteps. As I came up to him, he turned about and stopping short, cried: "Carlo!" "Giorgio!" I answered, and grasped both his hands in mine. It was the once great Ronconi, walking the street almost in rags. "Which way are you bound?" said he, in a voice crackcd with age. "To breakfast," said I, "where all good people should go." "Fortunato! fortunato!" he mutter ed. "Come along with me," said I, "and let us recall old times." As we -walked toward the restaurant I did not dream for an instant that he had reached such a condition that he was actually starving. Supposing that he had breakfasted I walked in, and seating myself at a table gave a bountiful order to the waiter for myself. It was a bitterly cold and I was hungry. Presently I saw Konconi eagerly grasp a piece of bread that lay on the table, and gnaw on it like a wild beast "Wfiof" T demanded, "have vou not breakfasted?" . __ The poor fellow looked up at mc with great hungry eyes as reply. "Waiter," I shouted, "bring us here a feast!" "What will you have?" asked that functionary. "Everything you have in your kitchen?" 1 cried,-fiercely. . And poor Ronconi sank down against the table, sobbing like a child.?Carl Formes, in Ingleside. A little girl while rooting up some bnnches of violets on the highest point of Maryland Heights, which overlooked Harper's Ferry discovered three pieces of pig lead, weighing altogether 150 pounds. The lead has been identified as formerly belonging to John Brown. It is known that Brown received considerable quantities of lead just before he made his raid into Virginia. Edward Everett H:ilc thinks that "in these days the church has something to do besides singing, reading and praying." Among the other things he mentions "hospitality, education and charity.'' GLEANINGS. It is 106 miles from New Orleans to the Balize, or jetties. ^ The Tennessee River is as long, but not as wide or so deep as the Ohio. Iowa has a smaller proportion of women in prison than any other state. There are no less than 11,576 women engaged in <nvin? musical instruction inland. A physician of Hammonton, N. J., has four sons who have adopted the medical profession. Alfalfa roots in California have been known to penetrate fourteen feet toward the centcr of the earth. Vaccination is carried out so strictly in the Prussian army that not a soldier has died of small-pox since 1875. Dr. Talmage rejects the revised Bible and says lie has become familiar with the old one and will take no other. Alexander the Great was born in the year S65 B. C. He reigned eleven years and a few months, dying at Babylon. Julius Ca;sar was bom 100 years before the beginning of the Christian era. He was fifty-six years of age at the time of his assassination. Miss Braddon, the story writer, is Mrs. John Maxwell. She is rich, and . lives in a historic old mansion at Richmond, a suburban village of London. The St. Louis Court Honse dome contains some pumuugs uj it which are valued at several thousands of dollars, but which are going to decay through neglect $. According to the view of a number of men in the rubber business the lactones of the United States could easily double their yearly production without increasing ineir piant. A quecrlv pictured stone, two by two and a halfjfeet in size, was taken from a granite iedgo .at Berlin, Wis. On the surface of the Itone is a picture of a tall tree and a tamarack swamp. Mark Twain told the Vassar College students that his usual price for a reading was $500, but that there, he was quite satisfied to take 50 cents and get the other $495.50 in looking at the girls. The richest colored man in Philadelphia is John McKee, a real-estate dealer, who is estimated to be worth between $200,000 and $300,000. There are two or three others in the same city whose fortunes run .up into the hundred thousands. The white of an egg is^ stated to be the best application for soothing burns V scalds. It mav be noured over the wound, and forms at once a varnish which excludes the air. It is also far more cooling than the usual application of sweet oil and cotton. A correspondent of an exchange says that George William Curtis's hair and whiskers are now gray and left to run riot, like a wild vine in autumn: his eye is faded, and the lines of care and years have ploughed up his fallow face and buried his brilliant smile. , : 'o The Indian Medical Qazetler records '**' the deaths of seven shepherds in the Belgaum district from being struck by hailstones of the size of cocoanuts. A large number of animals were killed by the storm, which, from the accounts, produced missals quite as dangerous as the Russian cannon balls. An Italian ship has been sheathed with glass plates, cast like iron plates, so as to lit the hull, to take the place ?S oV?rtofkir*rra TKo* ininto SJL UiU^O. AMW JVU??tf VA the plates are made water-tight by the > use of water-proof mastic. The advantages claimed for glass over copper arc its insensibility to oxidation "and its exemption from incrustation. The lattj- Charles O'Conor, after a visit to Ireland, began to spell his name with a single n? because, as , Judge Daly suggested when asked the reason, his royal forefather, had done so. "Yes," said a bystander, "the Irish Kings had always been so poor as never to" be able to make both tin's meet." Jinks?I don't believe I will be home before 11 o'clock to-night, my dear. You see it is initiation-night at our lodge. Mrs. Jinks?You expect to bo home before 12, then, I suppose? Jinks ?0, yes; about 11 or half-past Mrs. Jinks?Well, in that case you will be ? ? ~ T /JfKa Itott YtnIro H >v clilU. X UUU U bUU ttUJ v&UAa ?The key? Mrs. Jinks?No. The masque ball closes about midnight Jinks didn't go. The words midnight and noon hare a purely local character, like the words evening and morning. At a given instant it can be 0 hours on the whole earth if we have agreed to designate this giveu instant everywhere with this number, but there can be midnight only under one meridian at the absolute instant, so the words midnight and noon are to be avoided when speaking of universal time. It is understood that the appointment of Cari Schurz as financial agent and attorney of the foreign bondholders of the Philadelphia, Now York and n?oc tViA rnciilt: nf commendations of Henry Yillard, who is still abroad, and that the retainer was $20,000. There are between $7, 000,000 and $8,000,000 of the $25,000,000 of the bonded indebtedness held by a syndicate whose headquarters are at Frankfort. A snake nine feet long and seven inches in diamjter was killed near Staracca, Pa., a few days ago. The animal had a peculiar fat head and about its neck was a circle of short stift hairs. Its color was brown, with red bands around the body at intervals of a few inches. Killing it was an easy matter, as it was helpless from gorging when discovered, being in the act <3 devouring a new-born iamb, which it had almost half swallowed. A man possessed of four cars is a O T? natural curiosity m oau rrancisco, John Henry Grimes is a native of Nova Scotia. The peculiarity about him that attracts attention makes him tie best developed person in the world so far as hearing is concerned. The front ears, which arc placed in their natural position, arc perfect and well formed. The extra pair are partly covcred by those in front, yet tiny appear like ordinary cars. Tests have been made which demonstrate that ilr. Grimes can hear equally well with either pair of cars. me revision of the Old Testament has revived the hopes of some people who exnect to have things smoothed for them all through this fife. It was this interesting fact that induced Shuttle to attend church yesterday. "How i did you like the sermon?'.' inquired & friend as he passed out of the vestibule. "Never was so disgusted in my life. Why, the man took 'Thou shalt not steal' for his text" "That's a good text" "It's the same old text I thought the new version would read, *Thou shalt not compromise for twenty-five cents on the dollar."?Hartford Post I -