Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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The reporters and other strangers who were in Sing Sing at the time of the recent electrocutions, and who climbed the hill leading to the prison, noticed a queer looking house, just as the road turned off the main street. As seen from the top of the hill, it ap peared to be a substantial story and a half brick house, with mansard roof and huge windows. A porch ran the entire length and up to the second story. Many people commented on its peculiar appearance. A News reporter who had occasion to go to the telegraph office beneath the hill, noticed that the house was really five stories and a half high, but was built up against the face of the hill, so that from the top only the upper stories could be seen. The peculiar feature of the house is that the only entrance to it is from the fifth story,and the residents walk down instead of up stairs, as in an ordinary house. The house or rather its own er, Patrick Rigney, has quite a his tory. Some years ago when he bought the bluff which his house is now built against, the people in Sing Sing regarded him as little short of insane. He paid a mere song for the entire strip of land, a block in length, which was underlaid by huge bowlders and a solid rock clifl. He was at that time earning a living by doing haul ing around the city. The old residents of the place could not possibly see what he wanted with what had theretofore been regarded ns a piece of waste land. By the use of dynamite and giant powder, Mr. Rigny succeeded in getting out enough rock, which he sold for building pur poses, to net him a handsome sum. With this nucleus he was enabled to open a profitable business, and subse quently built the house, which excited so much comment on the part of those who saw it for the first time.— [New York News. The Atmosphere and Mainsprings. ‘•Your mainspring is broke,” was the positive declaration of a jeweler to a young man as he entered and walked up to the counter, meanwhile probing 'or his watch. The young man hadn’t id a word. “How did you guess i?” he asked when he recovered from “Didn’t guess it; I eweler’s reply. oru to FOR THE HO USE WIFE. SCALLOPS OF HALIBUT W'lTH CUCUMBERS. Cut a pound of fresh halibut in small pieces, put it over the fire in a hot frying-pan containing two table spoonfuls of butter, season it with salt and pepper and fry it quickly un til it begins to get brown. Meantime peel and slice a dish of fresh cucum bers, dress them with salt, pepper and vinegar, with salad oil if it is desired. Serve the halibut scallops and cucum bers with a dish of boiled potatoes.— [Juliet Corson. TOMATOES OS TOAST. Take six or eight large, ripe toma toes, cut off the stocks and any green part there may be, cut into rather thick slices, take out the seeds and drain the slices a little while, to dis pose of the w'atery part, then dipin fine bread crumbs well seasoned with salt and pepper; arrange in a single layer on a well-buttered and perfectly clean baking pan; put a bit of butter on each slice and bake in a gradual oven for fifteen or twenty minutes; serve on neatly-shaped pieces of hot buttered toast, with the gravy from the pan slightly thickened and seasoned with a little lemon juice, and if needed add a little good stock to the sauce or gravy. plum soup. This deliciously refreshing cold soup can be made at any time during the day and cooled thoroughly before it is needed for the table. It is beyond praise for refreshment in a hot, sultry season, and is very wholesome. Use juicy acid plums—even canned green gages will serve if fresh fruit is ab solute! j’ uncbtainable. Wash sound, ripe plums, put them over the fire in enough tvater just to prevent burning and stew them only until they are tender, but not broken; meantime put over the fire an equal weight of granu lated sugar with a gill of cold water for each pound, and when it has boiled to a clear syrup add the plums to it with, enough boiling water to make the soup about as sweet as lemonade. The juice of one lemon to eacli pound of sugar is a most pleasant addition. When the plums arc just done pour the soup into a tureen, cool it, then put it in the ice-chest, and at dinner-time send it to the table with a bowl of shaved ice, which each one can add to the soup at will, and some such very thin, delicate biscuit as Carlsbad wafers, or any of their thin, crisp English brethren. After the soup and pudding are placed in the ice-box the vegetables can be cooked.—[Chicago Questioning. If there is a doubt in your heart today That stretches its shadow across to me. If you cannot look in my eyes and say. “My trust is perfect and full and free.” For the sake of a day that would work ns woe, I pray you pity and tell me so. When you look into my eyes and kiss my face, And hold me close to your throbbing heart, Is there ever in it a hint or place That tells you we could in the future part? Does a doubt.as faint as an unknown breath, Suggest a parting that was not death? Dear love, search so deep in your heart I pray, That its dimmest corner shall come to light, Then look me straight in the eyes and say The truth, as the truth seems just and right: If your love cau change—ah, love does, I know— I pray you pity and tell me so. —fC. M. Manville, in New York Press. HUMOROUS. There is one crop that is pretty short this season—the hair crop. The tramp is always too ill to saw wood after dinner, but he is up aud about. People who are really missed when away never appreciate their im portance when present. Miss De Plain—Doctor, what is the secret of beauty? Family Physician (confidentially)—Bo born pretty. Maud—I wonder why they call it the angry sea. Webb—Perhaps be cause so many people persist iu cross ing it. Miss Ugly Girl—The whole affair was so absurd that, I assure you, I could hardly keep my countenance. Miss Flip—Why did you want lo? « Bachelor—Fred, how do you define a love letter? Benedict—A lovo letter is a thing that ten years afterward you generally wish you hadn’t writ- teu. Aunt (ending her story)—And throe lieutenants fell in the attack. College Girl—And is it possible there are peo ple in the world heartless enough to kill a lieutenant? He—Yes, darling, and it shall be the purpose of my life to surround you with every comfort and to anticipate and gratify your every wish. She— How good of you. Harry I And all on $12 a week, too! A soldier wrote home for a supply of cash. Appended to the letter was the following postcriptum: “I felt so ashamed at having asked you to send me money that I ran to the postoffice to get my letter back. Unfortunately it had srone.”