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issited twice-a-week?wednesday aktd fhiday. i. m. grist & sons, Publishers. } % ^famili) JJeirsiiager: Jfor the promotion of the political, Social, Agricultural and O'ommercial Interests of the jsouth. j cor*! tomS cents!0?' VOLUME 41. YORKVJLLE, S. C., FRIDAY, AUGUST 23, 1895. XUMBER 56. , A DESERT CLAIM B7 MAEY E. 8TI0KNEY. [Copyright, HM, by J. B. Ltpplaoott Company. r CHAPTER X. Until she reached Campbell's ranc Edith rode like one in a dream. She ha a blurred consciousness of dismountin to open gates, with a haunting idea ths they had somehow become miraculousl multiplied; that never before had ther been so many, but not until she drei rein at the door did it occur to her the she had been riding at a speed whic ?- was unmerciful on that hot morning The poor horse was panting painfullj the hair on neck and rump furrowe with moisture. Mrs. Campbell exclaimed loudly whe; she came to the door, her calico gow pinned up with a reckless display of petticoat of the same material somewha dingier in hue, a mopcloth in her han explaining the occupation from whic. r she had been oalled. "For the land' sake alive!" she excitedly cried, whe Edith had breathlessly explained her ei rand. "Ain't the man got eyes in hi bead? Seems like he can't know a littl bit, to go and get bit by a rattler? man grown. Of course I'll go right ovei though land knows what good it'll dc All creation can't do anything but pou whisky down his throat and trust in th > Lord." "But the boys?will one of them g for a doctor?" interrupted Edith im patiently. "We will pay them liberal! for the trouble if they can get somebod; here in time." "Why, now, one of the boys woul< go and not ask a nickel for it eithei for that matter, though goodnes knows"?-checking herself abruptly a she saw the expression on her visitor' face. "Oh, well, if you feel to want th doctor, you want him, I s'pose, but th boys they've both gone after a load c wood, and Josiah he started this more <n t.n The stock has bee: breakin out again lately, and"? "Then I most go myself, Mrs. Camp bell," inflexible resolution on the girl' pale face. "Will you tell Mrs. Ellery please?" "Tell her what? That you've gon where?" gasped the astonished woman nervelessly dropping the mop. ' 'Tell her that I have gone to Cheyenn for the dootor," called back the othe steadily, not turning in her saddle. "But you never can I It's nigh on to 5* miles, and you don't know the way I' cried ^he good woman in excited expos tolation. "And it won't be no manner o use, Miss Ellery. You can't get a docto here in time to do anything, even if ther was anything to be done. " But Edit] was riding on around the turn in th road as if she had been deal There was a stretch of some threi miles of bad sandy road, up hill all th< way. She was calmer now, feeling ai inexpressible relief in having a dcfiniti work laid out before her, even thougl she was not a little troubled in respec to the way, as to which she had only i general idea to guide her. Nelsiue ha< happened onoe when they were drivinj to point out at the fork in the road a Via t-nn nf the hill Tfhirh nf tllft fcW branching away from each other wa the one leading to Cheyenne. Beyon< this 6he was sure of nothing, while sh * was fnlly aware that to go astray oi that bewildering sea of plains would b only too easy. And to go astray now when there was 60 little time to spare Bhe shut her teeth sharply on her quiv ering under lip, choking back a sob. Edith Ellery could not have been call ed a religious woman. Although a dec orous attendant at church services , with a certain appreciation of the a-s thetic-beauty of the liturgy of the churcJ she called her own, her heart had neve been roused to its depths. But there ar times when the most apathetic sou must awake in instinctive clinging t< that innate faith in a merciful, listen ing God without which men migh well go mad. In her heart sinking de spair, almost unconsciously the gir raised her tear wet eyes, praying as sh never had prayed beforo in all the call] security of her happy life Over and over again she murmure* her one impassioned plea, finding Strang comfort in the unreasoning repetition and in the exalted mood that came upoi her it seemed like a direct answer to he cry, the idea which flashed upon her a she faced the dividing point in th roads. It was the one to the right whicJ led to Cheyenne, but now she rcinem bered that she could turn to the left am go to Hereford City instead, whore sh could telegraph for a doctor, giving her self the advantage of a road she hai traveled before, as well as saving no lit tie valuable time. She almost laughei aloud in hysterical relief as the idea oc curred to her. "Only 30 miles to Here ford City. Only 30 miles! Surely w can make that in time to save him!' As comDared with the creator distano she had anticipated it seemed as uoth ing. But it was a day of dry, almost tropic al heat. A film of hot air quivered ove the baking earth, and the cattle stocx still, staring with eyes of helpless ap peal, now bending to the curling, fuzz; grasses that seemed shriveling to ashe beneath the sun's fierce fires. Edith wa conscious of a weary effort, in not in each smallest object along the way, ii resolutely keeping her thoughts fror turning backward. Mrs. Campbell* words were always ringing in her ears "All creation can't do anything bu trust in the Lord." And ever, as in numbing despair, she crouched over th saddle with more overpowerine weari ness, over and over her quivering lips framed her one pitiful cry, "Oh, God, give me time?give me time to save I him!" Spent with fatigue, so little accustomed to hard riding that she began to suffer torture from that most senseless j contrivance for real service, the modern sidesaddle, her eyes winking painfully with the white, hot glare, while her face smarted with sunburn, the landscape began to appear maddeningly h monotonous. Mile after mile was the d same grass grown, half obliterated line g of road, relentlessly unchanging, tt She had fanoied that she must find y the way somewhat familiar, but on and e on 6he went, over one rise of ground ^ after another, with always the same vast it sea of unchanging grays and browns, h with never an objeot which stood out in : distinct reminder of that other drive \ when Paul Brown had brought her to d meet the carriage from the ranch. Here and there wheel marks crossed the road u at different angles, leading she conld Q not guess whither. She was sure she had a not seen so many on that other day. Any ^ one of them might be the way she ought d to go for aught she could tell, although h she kept to the vague line upon which a she had started with a sort of blind deQ spair, even while gradually a conviction that she had, after all, missed her way a was growing in her mind. It began to e seem at last as if some uncanny spell a had been oast upon her and she were doomed to an endless race, with the black i- blotch of shadow ever lying still upon r the ground beside her, mocking her with e the fancy that her progress was all a delusion; that in reality she was not goo ing on at all. And yet she could not go i- back. She must struggle on to whatever y result might be. She could not turn 7 back?to him, stricken down in her service 1 She could not turn back until d she had done her utmost, even though shA nuriRhfid in that vast world of emDti s ness where even the cattle now seemed s turned to stone. s But, as if her prayer in truth ha? e reached the listening ear of heaven, she e could not have kept more unswervingly f to the direct route toward her goal nor i* have made better time upon her mis0 sion. It was but a little after 1 o'clock when, exhausted to the utmost limit of her strength, as it seemed, she dismounts ed before the last gate of Cameron's ; ranch, her limbs so cramped and stiffened that she could not mount again, o She tottered rather than walked across the bridge and down to the house, where the cook, a frying pan in hand, stood 0 staring in the door, r "Mr. Blythe?oan I see him?" sho asked, leaning heavily against the horse D for support "Yes, ma'am. He's just over at the i- barn. Come right in, ma'am, or," falf tering, with a frightened glance over r his shoulder at the disorder growing out e of a dinner half cleared away, "just a wait a minute, and I'll go call him. " i a The horse pulled impatiently, and rjUltll, UULUyreLltlLlulIig uisu^u, vyo?hij 9 followed his lead on to the watering 9 trough by the windmill, where he fell 1 to drinking greedily. With reviving b hope in having thus carried her purpose i to partial success, she was full of fevert ish anxiety to have all dona Mr. a Blythe presently issued from the barn, 1 for once appearing almost animated, ; with the lively curiosity that quickened t hiB footsteps, and leaving the horse to d drink to satiety, the girl, with painful s effort, hurried forward to meet him. 3 She briefly explained the situation, e wasting no words in superfluous cerea mony of greeting. "And can you Bend e somebody to Hereford City to telegraph , to Cheyenne for the doctor?" she breath1 lessly demanded. "I am too much used - up to go myself. It has been a long ride for me." "Paul Brown bitten by a rattle snake!" he slowly repeated, seemingly , too much dazed with surprise to grasp - the statement fully. "How the?er? li that is, how on earth did it happen? r An is he goiu to pull through?" e Edith stamped her foot in vehement 1 impatience. "If you would send a man 3 at once, please, and let me explain aft erward. So much time has been lost alt ready." i- "Sure enough. But I can telephone, 1 you know," Blythe comfortably returne ed, in nowise ruffled. "We have cona nection with Mr. Cameron's office in Cheyenne, an I'll call him right up. i Lots quicker than a wire from Hereford e City, you see," he added, with his , wooden grin. "Here, you, John, come 1 a an take the lady's horse. An you, miss, r come in an have a bite of sonthiu. You s must be nigh about starved. " 0 "Youoan telephone?ah, thank heavti en!" cried the girl, tears of nervous re lief coursing down her cheeks. "And 3 how 60on can we get a doctor here?" e "Oh, within two hours, if his horse - is worth a?er?that is, if his horse is 1 any good at all. I'll have fresh horses i- ready to snake you through in no time 3 the minute the pill peddler shows up. Just make yourself easy, miss," throw i ing open the door of the room she had e occupied when there before. "Don't ' worry. 'Twon't bo our fault if the Lord e don't give poor Brown a show for his i- white alley yet. " Edith threw herself in the easy chair with a grateful 6ense i- of its luxury, sitting in almost comatose r restfuluess until Mr. Blythe, announci ing his coming by a bashful preparatory i- cough, again appeared apologetically y looking in at the door, s "It's all right," he said cheerily. s "Mr. Cameron was there hisself, an g he's out rustlin up a doctor this very n minute. He'll have one on the road "in n the shake of a lamb's tail now, you bet. 9 But I must say it beats me"?he went on in a ruminative tone, a huge baud ,t settling on the door jamb of either side a ?"it does just everlastingly get me to e know how Brown ever come to get hisi self done un with a rattler. Why, I s'poso he's killed a thousand of 'em in his day. Bnt the worm will turn, as the good book says." Edith's face was deeply flushed with 6unburn, but sho still looked wan and ill as, with a painful feeling of reluctance, she briefly sketched the accident "Well, d?er?dear me!" he explosively ejaculated in great perturbation, turning about to spit far across the grass. "Poor Brown! He was a good fellow, surely?a stem winder, as you might say, always right there when you wanted him and the best horse breaker in Wyoming. To think that he'd get to play in such d?er?that is, such bloomin bad luck as that!" "But of course we shall get the doctor there in time now," cried Edith, his use of the past tense falling upon her hopes like a knoll "U?m," pursing up his lips ambiguously. "If they've got plenty of whisky in the house, of course he's got a show, but if they ain't it's pretty muoh "If they've got plenty of whisky in the V ~* ? ohmn if fl<JU?V, uj UUUi OV MV O J/vw Pfirvw. like a bobtailed flash in a show down. And whisky is the meanest staff to keep in the hoase. Most generally yoa're out jast when yoa come to want it" "Bat they had some whisky," protested the girl wretchedly. "Some! They need a bar'l, ma'am," heretarned exoitedly. "However, we're boand to hope for the best Bat how comes it that yoa come after the doctor?" he added, as if saddeuly strack-by the strangeness of sach a messenger. "Where was all the men folks?" "They were following after horse thieves," sorry that she mast say it, since it woald entail farther explanation. She was so deadly tired. ' 'Two horses were stolen from the place last night, one of them Mr. Brown's Black Prince." She had thoaght that Mr. Blythe's 6elf possession had been a good deal disturbed Dy tne news 01 Drown s mishap, but she saw now that this had been but as a ripple on the surface. "Gosh all hemlock I" he cried, lost to all consideration of his language in the wild excitement that held him. "Two horses stole! And that horse of Brown's: An to think that I offered him every trade under heaven for that horse not a month ago, an nothiu to tempt him. An now the horse stole, an he laid on his back this way?woll, if it don't beat the?if it don't just beat everything! An they're on the trail of the rustlers, did you say? Didn't Mr. Ellery send no word down? Didn't he want one of the Stock association men sent up?" "He did not know I was coming. They had started before Mr. Brown was?hurt" "But of course he wants somebody sent up, surely. That's what the Stock association is for," sputtered Blythe eagerly. 'There is Tregont loafin round Cheyenne now, or was yesterday, the very man for tho job. Send him out after a rustler?well, ho don't generally bring baok much moro'n a saddle, but you can bet your lifo it's jest the kind of a saddle that particular rustler used to straddle. The thieves have a way of gettin away from hini, yon seo." A twinkle in his eye betrayed an immense appreciation of the grim humor involved in the statement. "But somehow, once Tregent has been after 'em, they seem scared right out of tho country. Leastways the particular rustler belongin to tho saddle he brings back is never heard of rustlin again, not as a general thing. I'll call Mr. Cameron up again an tell him to Btart Tregent along with the doctor. An I believe I'll drivo you back myself, Miss Ellery. Can just as well as not An if anything should happen to tho poor cuss?don't be worried, ma'am, of course he's got a fightin chance?but if anythin should happen? well, we're jest natchly goin to git that horse baok if there's hide or hair of him above ground in Wyoming. A horse like that I?I'll jest oall up Mr. Cameron an tell him to git a move on the outfit quick's he oan. We ain't got any time to fool away now." TO RE CONTINUED NEXT WEDNESDAY. Frightened the Boy.?An amusing story is told of the meeting of the Epxvorth League, at Chattanooga. One of the visiting members was entertained by a hospitable family and at dinner was asked to carve the chicken. For his own convenience he transferred it from the platcer to his own plate, whereupon the young hopeful of the family, who had heard of the Methodist fondness for chicken and had been auxiously watching the proceedings, cried out to his mother, with tears in his voice, t;He's going to take it all!" Explanations were made, and tranquillity reigned again. 8*3?" Imitate the example of the locomotive. He runs along, whistles over his work, yet never takes anything but water when he wants to "wet his whistle." iUisccltancouo iJcading. SEES A NEW LIGHT. A Former "Gold Bug" Comes Out Boldly for tbo Free Coinnge of Silver. Henry B. King, of Augusta, is one of the wealthiest men in the city. He is a large stockholder and a director iu various banks and other corporations, and is the president, and one of the largest owners of the big John P. King Cotton mill. Pie is one of those men who is directly benefitted by the gold standard, and up to a few weeks ago be was one of the most prominent "gold bugs" in Georgia. He was one of Augusta's two representatives in the gold standard convention at Memphis ; but he is a gold standard man no more. As the result of careful study, he has come to a thorough understanding of the whole financial question, and he is now an enthusiastic bimetallist. In a recent letter to the Augusta Chronicle, he frankly explains his position as follows: "The increased demand for gold will naturally put up its price, and if all other values are measured by gold it will take less gold to buy a certain quantity of other commodities, or more commodities to purchase a certain quantity of gold. If the postulates are true, is not the corollary inevitable, that one who borrows a pound of gold will, when he comes to repay it, have to expend more pounds of cotton, more bushels of wheat, more days of labors, in proportion as the increased demand for gold has in the meantime increased its scarcity ? If so, then the present arrangement is all in favor of the creditors and against the debtor, in favor of the rich against the poor, in favor of the few against the many. Does history anywhere tell us of any one country whose people really were prosperous where the working classes were not contented, and does it not everywhere show us it 1-J that nations are invariaoiy preceueu to their dowufall by a combination of wealth and power in the hands of a few? Where the working classes are well off the whole community is bound to be prosperous and everybody is happy. We have the everyday experience before us that vast fortunes can be amassed by the few, accompanied by great destitution among th'e masses. And when you think of it, could any scheme possibly be devised better calculated to transfer to the coffers of the few the little savings of the many than having to repay a Idan in dearer money than was borrowed ?" He says in conclusion : "I have been, as you know, a great admirer of President Cleveland and of bis administration, a cuckoo of the cuckoos. But if he now advocates un conditionally the single gold standard, which is not proved and which I do believe, I should feel bound in accordance with ray newly acquired convictions to oppose him as earnestly as I have hitherto supported him." Mr. King is a man who has the courage of his couvictions and the ability to state them. His conversion is without any political motive. He has no ax to grind, and in the face of his own selfish interests his letter will have great weight wherever he is known. LETTER FROM H00DT0WX. End of the Drought?SuccegHful Meeting at Shady Grove?Big Picnic on September 7. P/.?.ounnnHnn/ifi r\f fUa Vr?rlr ell RnmilrAT*. VA>i i csyuuuwuv.v vt viiv Hoodtown, August 21.?The protracted drought, which had beguu to prove so hurtful to the crops in and around this section, was broken by copious showers, beginning the middle of last week, aud continuing for several days, much to the delight of our farmers, who had already begun to regard the outlook as distressing. The prospects for a good corn crop are now very fine. Experienced farmers say that the cotton crop will be short. Signs of improvement are apparent in this vicinity. Mr. J. E. Plaxico is having some repairing done on his dwelliug and will follow it up with paint. Others, I understand, will do likewise. The annual- protracted services of the Shady Grove 31. E. Church were elosed a few days ago. The pastor, Rev. James H. Thaoker, did all the preaching, and he did it well. As the result, there were 10 accessions to the church. Only one of our neighbors, 3Ir James. Hood, went on the Charlotte excursion last week. He reports that he had a nleasant time. ( The Shady Grove Alliance proposes to give a big picnic at or near Hoodtown, on Saturday, September 7. Hon. T. J. Strait, Senator D. E. Finley, Solicitor J. K. Henry, and J. P. Blair Esq., will be invited to make addresses. Of course all are invited to come and bring well filled baskets. Dr. B. E. Feemster is improving but slowly, if at all. Amicus. LETTER FROM HICKORY GROVE. Wholesale Burglary and Larceny, and the Thieves Are Still at Large. Correspondence of the Yorliville Enquirer. Hickory Grove, August 20.?The stores ,of J. N. McDill, VVhisouant & Castles, and C. M. Whisonant were broken into last Wednesday night. The thieves entered through windows. From Mr. McDill's they stole a considerable amount of jewelry, a repeating rifle that belonged to the town, and other articles. From Messrs. Whisonaut & Castles they stole some pocket knives, shoes and other articles, and broke the cash drawer all to pieces. | Mr. C. j\I. Whisonant lost nothing except his cash drawer, which he found in a ditch near by. There is every reason to believe that quite a number of persous were concerned in the robberies, and that although the different merchants are not yet aware of the full extent of their losses, quite a quantity of goods were stolen. A number of search warrants were sworn out next raoruiug, and a thorough search was made of the premises of suspected parties. A new axe was found in the possession of .Bob Leech, and after at first claiming that he knew nothing about it, he said that he had gotten it from Eph Leech. Jim llatchford, a one-legged Negro, had on a new pair of pants. He at first claimed that he had bought them at Yorkville some time ago, and then he told other yarns. At last he and Leech agreed on a story that they had stolen the axe and pants at Mr. C. M. Martin's while the clerk was busy waiting on a customer. A day or two ago a Negro offered to sell a repeating rifle, in the Bullock's Creek neighborhood, for $6. It is likely that this was the rifle that was stolen out of Mr. McDill's store. W. J. M. LOADING AN OCEAN LINER. The Storage is Something Tremendous and Requires Careful Packing. To watch the ioadiug of grain, either from an elevator or a lighter, into one of the mammoth vessels engaged in its transportation, is to witness one ' of the chief operations in the movement of the world's commerce. It is carried in long pipes, with a funnelshaped movable apendage at the end, which is shifted by means of a rope from one part of the hold to another, according as the stream of grain fills up the space reserved for it. The grain flows into the vessel with a noise and velocity of a torrent, and sends a dense volume of dust and chaff upword, obscurihg the depths beneath and making the men in the storage below look like ghosts in the rising mist. The "trimming" of the grain in the holds is an important part of the storage. After several thousand bushels have been streamed into the hold, a dozen or more men are delegated to shovel the downpouring column in between the vessel's beams, a job for which they are paid at tne raie 01 a cent a minute. In vessels of the Cunurd stripe it takes between 12,000 and 15,000 bushels to fill a hold, and these vessels average 50,000 bushels in the total cargo. Ships carrying grain alone can take as high as 125,000 bushels, and when it is considered that from 4,000 to 7,000 bushels can be stored in an hour, every 40 bushels weighing a ton, an idea can be had of the force of the torrent directed into the vessel. Large vessels have four or five holds, and a distinction is made in storing l he cargo in them. Grain, from its compact and dead weight, is reserved mostly'for the centre of the vessel, while cured provisions are packed as far forward and as far aft as possible, for their better preservation from the heat of the ship's fires. In some ves sels, like the great Cunarders, which carry passengers as well as freight, the heaviest weight is stored in the lowest hold ; in the technical parlance of the stevedore, "stiffening" the ship. It takes about 1,500 tons to "stiffen" a great Cunarder, and when this is done the lower bold is fastened and battened down and work is begun on the next.?Donahoe's Magazine. BULLS AND BEARS. The bulls and bears continue to fight their never ending battles over the market for farm produce. So powerful are these contending parties that their transactions on the long and short side of the market moves prices up and down unceasingly. Vet how little understood are the terms, "longs and shorts" and "bulls and bears." First and always, a bull is one who wishes the market to advauce and works to that end. A man may be a bull on wheat, on cotton, on cattle, on railroad securities, on real estate, on any property. He is usually a bull through predilection or sympathy. In studying market conditions governing ? i 4 / _? i.C-O..L WIlUcll JU1 C.VilUIJJic, uc 10 ui?uj<- ov n.ing reasons why wheat should advance. He is not nearly so sanguine of a bumper crop as is his neighbor, and is always looking for disaster which will cut it down. The bull is an optimist so far jus the prospective foreign demand is concerned, and believes so great will prove the exports that there will be scarcely enough to go around and prices must perforce advance. He can discern such a shortage in the probable quantity held by farmers that he maintains millers must sweep the corners of their bins in order to get enough wheat to grind into flour to supply home consumption and export orders. With such leauing the bull eagerly gmsps every item of news and buys with the intention of holding until there is a good profit in sight. This bull i3 then "long" the market. The only way for a "long" to realize a proflt on his purchase is by an advance in price over that originally paid, when he sells out at the right time, if sufficiently shrewd. A bear is exactly the opposite of a kull T-Tzi l\aliovr>c tliA r?ripf> nf r?r?tfrm UU"' "V ""V I"" ? ~~ , as au illustration, too high and thinks he sees many reasons why it is bound to sell lower. Now, how does a bearish operator in cotton, for example, make money, providing his tluories or a falling market are correct? By selling short. lie sells at a given figure something which he does not possess; but expects to eventually buy back at a lower price, aud is henceforth a "short." For example, cotton is worth in New* York 7 cents per pound, and the bear believes it will decline to 6 cents within the next three months. He therefore sells in the open market 500 bales at 6 cents to be delivered next August. He is thus short 500 bales to fellow operator X, and has contracted to deliver that amount ou some business day in August. He is not disturbed by the fact thot he has not it to deliver. That will take care of itself. But how? So confident is I this bear that the market will fall off a cent before delivery day arrives that he simply rests on his oars and awaits the 6 cent point. If his judgment is true the price duly declines. Meanwhile it must be remembered he has contracted to deliver 500 bales to X at 7 cents. When the price reaches 6 cents the bear again enters the market and buys from some one 500 bales at 7 cents to be delivered to him during August. The bear has now bought cotton at 6 cents and sold it at 7 cents. The feature in the transaction so often mysterious to one not engaged in speculatian is the simple fact that the bear sold a property before he had it to sell. The astute operator has thus anticipated the course of prices and by the short selliug made 1 cent profit in the deal. When August delivery day arrives he holds 500 bales cotton (bought recently at 6 cents) and is ready to "deliver" it at 7 cents, the price at which he originally sold it short. As an almost universal rule these purely speculative transactions are seldom completed to the point of actual delivery, but are settled through a clearing house svstem of payment of differences.?Orange Judd Farmer. Boastfulness Denounced.?An article in a recent number of The Spectator denounces boastfulness as it deserves and also (which remind one of the gentleman who said something was "more than a crime, it was a blunder'') remarks that it is a very unlucky vice. The Spectator, of course, has no vulgar superstition ; but it has nevertheless discovered that one does not boast without beinc sorry for it afterward. This may be generally included in the proverb, "Pride goes before a fall but (James Payn declares) as a matter of fact it is the expression of that attribute, rather than the attribute itself, which attracts misfortune. If one is so imprudent as to say, "I have never had a day's illness," down he goes within the week from the influenza. If you say you have "the best goer in the shape of a pony in the world" (and if you have a pony at all, you will think it if not say it,) that quadruped will go dead lame on its next journey. Mr. Payn says he thinks there is something in this. At all events, the belief is very widespread. It is the rarest thing in the world to hear a gambler boast of his winnings. This is said to be because he is afraid of frightening other people from playiug with such a lucky fellow; but the real reason is that he is afraid of bringing himself ill-luck. The Spectator thinks that it was an apprehension of this sort which caused people of a semi-religious kind to say that they would go to such a place on such a day, D. V.; it was certainly not a religious thing to say, since the initials were absolutely su perfluous. There is only one instance of their having been used with aoy touch of uncertainty, by the gentleman who wrote, "I will come on Wednesday, D. V., but on Thursday at all events." Here's a New Mosquito Remedy.?An enterprising young man, who is a part owner in a boat house dowu the river, claims to have discovered something that will be of inestimable value to mankind if experience proves its worth. The inhabitants of this down the river boat house were nearly torn to pieces by mosquitoes every time they attempted to sleep in the house at night. Screens seemed to be of no avail, and it seemed at one time as if the house would have to be abandoned. Finally an old lady who lived in the neighborhood told them that she had not been troubled by mosquitoes for several years. T-Tu^ T-nmorlt' wna nsrnnichiIirrli* sim 44VI ,VUJV,,J "Mw ? pie. She discarded all screens, and threw the windows wide open at night. Across the open space of the window she stretched a piece of red ribbon about two inches wide. "A mosquito," said she, cauuot be induced to pass that ribbon. Why it is so I do not know, but I know the natives of India take this means of baffling the mosquito. It works to perfection here also." The young man followed instructions, and now declares that there has not been a mosquito in the house since the ribbon was stretched across the doors and windows.?Philadelphia Record. A flnnn TiTnr-.Tr nv i <svR\mv Doctor Barnes, who is now about 5)5 years of age, being sometimes?as even young men might be?inclined to sleep a little during the sermon, a friend who was with him iu his pew one Suudav, joked him on his having nodded now and then. Barnes insisted that he had been awake all the time. "Well, then," said bis friend, can you tell me what the sermon was about V" "Yes, 1 can," he answered ; "it was about an hour too long!"