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| : ' "/ VOL. XLIX. CAMDEN, S. C., THURSDAY, JULY 31, 1890. . j . ... .NO. 5. 1 ' i LOST.' THE SONG OF THE SEA. Their -world was a world of enchantment; A wondc-r of luminous light Came out with n llnring of carmine From nil tho Mack spaces of night; The music of morn was as blithesomo And cheery as music could be; | But all through tho dawn end tho daybreak ' I mourned for the song of the sea. They showed mo the marvelous flowers And fruits of their sui.-beaten lands; They said, "Hero are vine-tangled valleys; Forget ye the barren white sands; For a weariness unto the spirit The dash of the breakers must be; So dwell yo beside our blue waters; Forget the sad song of the sea." An.l I wrapped mo about in the sunlight, On the marge of a dimpling stream, And there in a tangle of lilies, I wove iiie a wonderful dream; .auu a song iro:a my ureamiauu went floating Far up where the angels must bo, But deep in its under vibrations I heard the sweet song of the sea. With tho c.ew in his locks all n-glitter, The Pricce of the Daytime lay dead; For tho silver-white laaee of the twilight Smote off the gold crown frotn his head; And the Princess of Night camo to see him, Her lights all about him to hang; Anil a nightingale screened in tho thickot His song to tho slumberer sang. And tho stream from the tangle of liiies Came winding its way throu-h the sedge; And a silvery nocturne it rippled Among the tall flags on its edge; But its babble I fain would have given, For the sleep-wooing sea voices' lull, And the nightingale's song would have barterod For the desolate cry of a gull. Their world was a world of enchantment; And they laughed with tho laughter of scorn, Wheu I turned me away from its beauty In the light of the luminous morn; But I hoard a grand voice in the distance Insistently calling to me, And I rose with a jubilant spirit And followed the song of the sea. ?Hattie Whitney, in Let/or-JTs Magazine. A Patchwork Quilt. BY .MARY KYLE DALLAS. Have you anywhere about your house, amidst your counterpanes and comfortables which you looke 1 at five minutes before buying, perhaps, one of those oldfashioned patchwork quilts made of the tiniest pieces, arranged in the most intricate patterns, over which at least one pair of eyes were strained for days and weeks before quilting timo came, and all those puffy little diamonds were marked out, amidst chat and laughter, by half-adozen ladies? Did you tver, in childhood, sit upon the bed and hear the his' tory 01 ine various pieces of chintz? That's a piece of your first colored dress; that I had when I was a girl; that was your grandmother's morninggown ; that is a piece Miss S gave inc. I have heard such a history many a time, and little pictures used to pass before my eyes with the words. I could see just how grandma looked in the morning-gown. 1 could sec myself a baby, taking toddling steps in the blue frock. It seemed so funny to have been a baby? when I was an important person of five years. It doesn't seem half so funny now, for I have begun to doubt whether I shall ever be anything else, and to know just how many big babies there arc in this world. Dear old patchwork quilts? We've lost something in losing them, I think, and probably Mrs. Mumford thought so, too, for whenever any of her children were found sitting with those idle hands, for which Dr. Watts declares that Satan alwavs finds some mischief, she invariablv - I ? ^ remarked: "You'd better cret vour patchwork. " They always obeyed, those three little girls, Lucy, Ruth aud Olive, ana there were piles of quilts in the upstairs room where spare bedding was stored?quilts of many colors, quilts of only two, quilts with large, square blocks, and quilts with intricate patterns, like a Chinese puzzle, quilts that had been made by people in their nineties, aud quilts that had been made by people who could not yet say: "I am nine years old." Piecing a quilt was the first work and the last of the members of the Mum ford family. I think an ancestor made some patches on board of the Mayflower. At least, it was said so. When a young person married, a dowry of quilts had always been provided?always would be while Mrs. Mumford lived. When Olive was fifteen, she had been told that the white and Turkey red quilt which her great-grandmother had made was to be among her share, as the eldest daughter of the J house. She laughed then, and said: j "I shall always stay at home with you, mamma. I shall be the old maid daughter." A year afterward she did not think this, whatever she might have said, for the year had made her feel that she was no longer a child, and she had met Harry Martin, who had put an engagement ring on Olive's finger, and, if all went well, her seventeenth birthday would find her a matron. Nothing like seciug your children settled before you arc broken down yourself," snid the mother; and thereupon began to teach Olive the higher mysteries of pastry. Plaiu cooking every girl of that family quite understood. A lover always takes great interest in his lady's handiwork. Harry regarded all the little pieces of sewing which passed through Oiive's hands with immense admiration, and the homely patchwork was just as fine in his eyes as anything else; and there was often much talk about the pieces, aud, once or tv'ce, he had cut them out, after the cardboard patterns, loving to meddle with anything that she was busy with, in old true lover's fashion. "One evening, when he went in, he; found the girl looking, as an artist ^ might look at a rare old master, at a long breadth of old-fashioned, flowered chintz. "Mother has just given mo this, Harry," she said. "It is like a gown of old Aunt llepsiba's. It shimmers like silk, and see how flue it is. But fancy wearing such large patterns. Look! a butterfly ou a bough, and a rose, and a butterfly on a bough again, and then another rose, like wall paper. The difficulty will be," said Olive,pausing toconsidcr, "how to get the pattern into a patch without spoiling it." "I'll help you," said Harry; nnd to work he went, and for a pleasant hour or two he kept cutting patches. A bud and a butterfly on one, a rose on the other, j bud and butterfly, nnd rose again. "And he has not spoiled one,mamma." said Olive, in a tone of pride. "I'm sure I should have cut a dozen butterflies' heads off, if I had tried." So the young things laughed over their exploits, and then slipped merrily away to have their lovers' chat where nobody could listen. It was the last. The next day, Ilarry Martin was missiug, and with him a large f / 1.:., c.,f n blllll Ui J?1UUU\ llUiil ills tiujnwjvio cuiv. The news spread through the country town like wild-fire. Harry was an orphan, and the son of an old friend of the head of the firm. It was understood that they would be merciful, but his character was blighted fotcvcr. No one doubted his guilt but Olive. She steadfastly declared him innocent. Weeks passed on, and there was no news of him?at least, none that reached theMumford"sears; but one night, wheu Mrs. Mumford went out to the cow-house to sec that Crummie was safe for the night, some one came out of the darkness. and called to her. 4'Who is that?" cried the lady, her' heart giving one great throb. 41 It's I?Ilarrv," said a well-known voice. 4'0h! Mrs. Mumford. let me see Olive." "Harry Martin!"' said Mrs. Mumford. "4Oh! Harry Martin, you've made a sad home of mine!"' And she broke into tears. "And you all believed it at once?'' said Harry, sadly. "I didc.'t thiuk you would." "Ok, Harry," said Mrs. Mumford, "Satan tempts us^i. I'm sorry for you, but you can't see Olive. It's better for her you shouldn't. She was very fond of you, Harry." "And she has turned against me, too, then?" said the youug man. "You don't blame her, poor lamb," said Mrs. Mumford. "A girl like that can't have anything to do with one that has disgraced himself." "Love is more stcd fast," said Harry. "Evil reports could not have won me from Olive." Then, without auother word, he went away?and such a hold have homely things upon our memory sometimes,that, as he went, he saw the pretty household picture he had last seen beneath the roof that now refused to welcome him, as . plainly as we see things in dreams; his love, with her dark cur's about her face and the needle in her hands, and the skein of thread about her neck; a brigat lamp burning upon the table,and on the other side, himself cutting out pieces for patchwork from a pasteboard pattern, and laying in a little brilliant pile, squares and tria^lps, on which were a rose and a butteroy upon a dowering branch, a buttcrdy on a dowering branch, and a full blown rose alternately. A Western Editor speaks of a wind that "just sat up on its hind legs and howled." Such a wind it must have been that was howling through the bleak Maine country twenty years from the night on which Harry Martin turned from the Munfords' door and went his way alone. The inn or tavern or hotel, whichever if Tvoa whinTi hnrn flin nomr* nf T Tnl 11 - vcr upon its signboard, was not expecting any guests that night, but, nevertheless, one came to its doors?came late, too, n3 the clocks were striking ten, and people genernlly thinking of bed. The guest was a man of forty, with a sad sort of face?a face with a story in it. But he was well dressed, aud evidently no poor traveler. lie had supper in the best parlor, and, meanwhile, a lire was made in the best bedroom, in which, when he made his way thither, he found a buxom, youngish woman spreading an extra counterpane upon the bed. "Good evening, sir," she said, turning toward him with a manner that bespoke the landlady. "I thought I'd see that you were comfortable myself. I never leave everything to chambermaids. When I married a hotel-keeper, I made up my mird to help him, and there's no such way of making guests feel discouraged as turning them over to help. And I've given you my prettiest quilt, too," said she, with a laugh. "There's au honor." The gentlcmau looked toward the bed. The quilt was patchwork. It had a wide striped border, but in the center the blocks were all the same?bright chintz alternated with white?a butterfly on a branch, a rose, a butterfly on a branch, aud a rose again. The man took a fold of it up in his hand, and looked at it, as men do not often look at patchwork quilts. The woman bubbled on. "We're great for patchwork in our family. Such a pile as we had of these quilts at home. Sister Ruth had twenty when she \fas married, but I had fifty. My other sister gave me her share, seeing that I married a hoiel-kecper, and she thinks she'll never marry. Oh, dearl There's a story in a good many quilts, if you did but know it; and there is a story in this. It's the last one Olive ever made. But I'm boriug you, sir." "No, go on," said the gentleman. Go on, please." "She was engaged said the landlady, "and she was but sixt .en. One afternoon, she and her sweetheart cut out these blocks, the next they parted. He was suspected of a crime?of robbery, sir, if I must say it?and she never saw him again. She knew that he was innocent. She said thn all the angels in heaven couldn't make her doubt it, but no one else thought with her until a year had gout by, and then an old confiden tinl clerk, who was trusted in everything, being caught in another theft, confessed to that which my sister's sweetheart had been accused of. Tho story he hnd told to his employers of being knocked down in the streets of New York, where he went that holiday afternoon, and being thought drunk, and put into a station house, and being ashamed to give his name next morning, and too sick to come home next day, was no doubt true. Ilis employers advertised for him, but in vain. And mother owned to sending him away from the door when he came to see Olive. It is a sad story. Olive can't seem to like any one else, and the poor fellow was so fond of her. So that's the story of the quilt." The woman stopped and gave a little cry, for the guest had flung himself imnn bis knees, and was kissinjr that patchwork quilt as lovers kiss their sweetheart's lips. She gave another little cry iu n moment. and knelt down beside him, ana put her hand upon his shoulder. "Oh, dear! oh, dear!" she sobbed, crying hard herself.' "Oh, dear! I do ] believe it is Harry Martin." And it was Harry Martin, who had been to the far ends of the earth and had ound gold, but not happiness, believing himself robbed forever of love and of fair repute, and who had returned to find both awaitiug him, through the means of that patchwork quilt, with its butterflies and flowering boughs aud roses. "Lucy" said Olive to her sister, a few months afferward, "now that we are going to housekeeping, I want you to give me one thing." . "Anything on earth that I can," said Mrs. Jolliver. "I was thinking of a silver service." "Oh, Lucy, dear," said Olive, beginning to cry for very happiness, "it's nnlv the butterflv ouilt that I want. The dear old quilt, ilarry says we can't keep house without it, we both love it so." "I've rolled it up for you already," said Mrs. Jollircr. "It seems to belong to you, Olive." And so to-day Olive's last baby sit3 upon the brilliant quilt, and tries, with his chubby fingers, to pull therefrom the butterflies and roses.?The Ledger. The Musicnl Sense in Animals and Men. The higher animaU can also enjoy music, as my house-cat shows, when she comes at the playing of the piano to sit by the player, and sometimes jumps into her lap os'on the key-board of the instrument. I know of a dog, too, in a family in Berlin, which comes in in like manner when there is music, often from distant rooms, opening the door with his paw. I knew of another dog,' usually thoroughly domestic, which occasionally played the vagabond for love of music. Whenever the semi-annual mass was celebrated in l.hc city he could not be kept at the house. As soon as the socalled Bergknappen, which were accustomed to play at this time in the streets, j i i.i ?i appeareu, lie numu iuu uwuj uuv* iuuvw them from morning till evening. Evidently neither cats nor dogs, nor other animals I hat listen to human music, were constituted for the appreciation of it, for it is not of the slightest use to them in the struggle for existence. Moreover, they and their organs of hearing were much older than man and his music. Their power of appreciating music is therefore an uncontemplated side-faculty of a hearing apparatus which has become on other grounds what \vc find it to be. So it is, I believe, with man. He has not acquired his musical hearing as such, but has received a highly developed organ of hearing by a process of selection, because it was necessary to him in the selective process; and this organ of hearing happens also to be adapted to listening to music.?Popular Science Monthly. Heroic Deed of a Telegraph Operator. A delegate to the recent Convention of the Order of Railway Telegraphers of America in New York city who attracted much attention was unaries Adams, ot YouDgstown, Obio. At one time -when be was in the employ of the Pennsylvania Railroad Co., Adams found a freight traiu directly in the way of a fast express on the main line, and at that very moment the instruments in his office broke down without warning. Unless the freight train was headed ofl and got on a siding a dreadful disaster was inevitable. The anxious operator fortunatclv was equal to the emergency. He climbed the nearest pole, cut a wire and brought it down. Then he took his stand on the steel rails of the track, and made a connection through his body. Calling up the next station, he received the response by holding the end of the wire to his tongue. In this way he sent and received dispatches and saved the express. The pain was cxcrutiating,and his tongue was badly burned. Such is the stuff out of which heroes nnd martyrs arc made.?Neio Orleans Picayune. Frederick's Tali Regiment. Frederick the Great,of Prussia,formed a regiment of the tallest men lie could iirneure. nnd insisted nil their marrvinia' I 1 * ? o the tallest women they could find, with a view of producing a giant race of guards; but in this he was unsuccessful. Voltaire says that these men were his greatest delighv. Those who stood in the front rank were none of them less than seven feet high, and he ransacked Europe and Asia to add to their number. There is a somewhat apocryphal story that Frederick Was once reviewing his regiment of giants in the presence of the French, Spanish and English Ambassadors, and that he asked each of these in turn whether an equal number of their countrymeu would care to engage with such soldiers. The French and Spanish Ambassadors politely replied in the negative; but the English Ambassador replied that, while ho did not venture to assert that au equal number of his countrymen would beat the giants, he was perfectly sure that half the number would try.? i All the Year Round. HYPNOTISM. MEDICAL MEN OP EUROPE INTERESTED IN THE SUBJECT. An Eye Witness's Account of Some Marvelous Tests?Theories ol Dr. Chare it, the French leader of t he Hypnotic Crusade. The doctors of London and Paris arc getting excited of hypnotism. The few , believe it to be an immense gain and a 1 blcssiug to science; the majority are j either actively hostile to it or quietly skeptical to the claims set up in its be- ! half. It requires a bold man to jidvocatc I the cultivation of the hypnotizing nower. or gift, ns will be sceii from what fol- j lows: Dr. Charcot, the cmineul: Profes?,eur tie Clioique at the Hospice dc SaltA HYPNOTIZED SUBJECT. pctricrc in Paris, is bold enough to publish in the fullest v;ay the particulars of vVio c Ynr>rimrntK lin lins for U loner time ",,v v ? # o been making. So is Dr. Milne Bramwell. a physician in Goolc, England, 'who willingly shows his experiments to scientific investigators. That the hypnotic power is capable of accomplishing wonders cannot be doubted. I, myself, says a London correspondent of the New York Mail and Erpresx, recently saw a series of exceedingly interesting experiments, the subject being a French woman, young, comely and apparently of the peasant class. She was of a plegraatic temperament, dreamy-eyed and generally what we would call a weak-willed woman. The operator was a very positive person, a slim, wiry, keen-eyed Mephistophelean Frenchman. "When she took her scat the operator came where I stood, about twenty feet or more awftj from her. He simply asked her to look into his eyes, he looking into her* at the sumo time. In a moment .she Jfwas fast asleep, with her head sideways and her arma hanging listlessly down. I asked the operator to cause the patient to do certain things such as lift- a hand or finger, or cross or rearrange her feet. Though no word was spoken or , whispered to the sleeping woman, and 1 , though the operator and myself were at ' the opposite end of (he room, she obeyed ' ' every command of the operator's silent & ; ff 1 4tii . I - i 0PETIATTNG AT A DISTANCE. will. When it cnmc to my turn to test: ' the experiment I took the operator right 1 back to the door, quite forty feet distant from the sleeping girl, and there I : whispered as low as I could in his ear ( something like thip: "Let her raise her I ii<jht arm, comb her hair with her fingers, 1 nud then take hold of her left hand on ,' her knee." The operator never opened j 1 his lips nor moved from the spot, but he 6tarcd picrciugly at his patient, and in a > few seconds she performed the movements I had requested, slowly indeed, * but without failure in any point. To prove the soundness of the girl's sleep, and her insensibility to pain while r in it, the 0|>erator borrowed, a scarf-pin from a spectator and thrust it right through the fleshy part of the upper arm so that the point struck out an inch. She was then made to extend her arm and walk around us for close inspection, which lasted ten minutes by the watch, a feat which few strong men could do without letting the arm drop, even with Mjh. TIIE VICTIM EXHAUSTED. i >ut a pin through it. There was no jlood, anrl when the pin was withdrawn ind the girl restored to consciousness she ;old us she only felt as though she had Dcen pricked slightly. 1 I)r. Charcot divides the action of hyp- i aotism (which means the state of perfect deep) into three stages?first, lethargy, i Second, catalepsy, and third, somnambulism. On the recent visit to his place of an investigation Dr. Charcot produced i young woman of twenty-four, stoutly ' built, with a bright and intelligent face. She was a highly hysterical subject, hab- , itually insensible to pain on the Left half of the hotly. Dr. Charcot showed this by pricking her \yith a pin on each side. She was bidden to gaze intently on a point near and above her eyes, when she loon went oil into unconsciousness, and the doctor closed her eyelids. Nov/ the probe could be inserted anywhere without any signs of pain. By touching certain muscles, various actions were mechanically performed by the limbs and lingers and muscles of the face. Then the doctor pressed on certain tendons, the result being the stiffening of the whole body; so rigid was she that the doctor could place her head on the back of a chair nnd hcrhecls on the floor without the girl falling. The second, or cataleptic, stage was induced by the forcible opening of tho girl's eyelids, resulting in a stare as of cntrarcemcnt. In this state the girl was made to believe everything and anything. A gong was struck and she was told it was a church bell, upon which sho struck a devotional attitude. A bit of red glass was put betorc iier eyes with the information that tho house was on fire, and at onco she became frantic with terror. A number of other experiments followed, which most of us have seen done in exhibitions of mesmerism during the last thirty years; but whereas most of those vulgar performances were impostures, these hypnotic manifestations arc undoubtedly genuine. . The third, or somnambulistic stage was induced by rubbing the girl's hair on top of her head. She now saw things around her as they were, but the reasoning power was deranged. Again she believed whatever was told her. One man was an iceberg, and she shivered when he came near her. She gnawed a steel file, believing it to be chocolate, and so on. In this stage the doctor could paralyze any limb at will. ' \ | V WORTH, TnE FAMOUS DRESSMAKER. the suburb of Paris where Gambetta died. Worth receives his would-be customers with the dignified air of a veritable sovereign. lie listens to their intimations of the style in which they believe the forthcoming costume should be "created," but he docs not always follow their suggestions. lie refuses to be fettered in any way in his "creations." The interview ended he waves his fair visitor toward an adjoining room, where Mile. Louise or some other of his chief assistants, perhaps "tries on" a dress of - A..1- iUA of. ( lie f IJ'IU U'?ircu kJJ IUU UUIUI, aim (IVtends to the details of her order. The Monarch or Dressmakers. Few American women who have visitc 1 Europo arc unfamiliar with the entresol on the Avenue dc l'Opcra in which Worth, the monarch of dressmakers, holds his court. Worth was originally a shopman in a large London dry goods store. He was promoted from the counter to become a buyer for the firm by which he was employed. In that capacity he visited Paris, and their conceived the idea of the dressmaking business which has made his natne as familiar to women as that of Bismarck or Gladstone is to the world nt lnrge. The portrait herewith is reproduced from the lUuatrated American, which obtained from Worth the only photograph of himself that lie ever consented to have published. It shows him in the :ostumc in which lie usually receives his subjects?the devotees of fashion?who will at once recognize the peculiar velvet :np, somewhat like a loose Tarn o' 3hanter, and the velvet-face drcssingrown which he effects. Worth's manner is autocratic. He 'ally appreciates the fact that lie has ichicvcd greatness. lie lives in a pretty rilla buried in flowers, at Villc d'Avray, With a High Number on It. Y ^ (f/ |' || First Burglar?"What do you like jrcaking into best, Bill??a bank?" Bill?"No; a bank-note."?Lippincott. A Vessel Calked by a Fish. A few days ago schooner Charleston, lumber laden, carnc in here leaking considerable. After engaging a berth on the marine railway the leak suddenly Btoppcd, but the Captain concluded to haul on, as he had engaged the berth. When the vessel was docked it was discovered that there was quite a hole in. the gnrboard seam, and a flounder hud been sucked in and stopj>cd the leak.? | Portland (Afe.) Pros, "CANDLING" EGGS. RAPID WORK IN THE EXAMINATION OF HEN FRUIT. As Many as 3200 Dozen Eggs Handled in One Day by a TesterStoring; Eggs?'Utilizing the Bad Eggs. It was a room about ten by ten feet, without windows, and with only one door. The walls, ceiling and floor were painted black, an the funeral gloom seemed deeper and blacker under the rays of a single gas jet of many candle power. Seated in front of the gas jet, and so close that he could touch the flames .easily with his extended hands, was a smooth-faced, medium-sized man, whose gray .eyes had a preternatural pupil dila tion, like tliose of a cat. On eitner side of him was a box__half filled with eggs, which he was engaged in shifting from one box to the other. Taking five in his left hand and three in his right he juggled the lot before the light, shifting the eggs from the top to the bottom of his hand with astonishing rapidity. For a moment each egg was brought to the level of his dilated eyes, which were directly opposite the gas jet and did not blink in the powerful light. As the eggs were thus held each was skillfully turned until each portion of the shell was critically inspected. Like a well-constructed machine the man's arms and fingers worked, and the pile of eggs in one box decreased while the other receptacle was rapidly filled. Finally one box was emptied and the other was heaping full. Then the man's arras and fingers ceased to work and he turned to face his visitor. "Yes," said he, to a Philadelphia Prm reporter, "Inm an egg-tester, and the process you have just witnessed is what we call 'candling' eggs. Formerly a candle was used, but it is not as satisfactory as gas. The burner we use was made specially for the purpose and gives a very powerful light. We have tried electricity, but it doesn't work. It dazzles the eves, and after a while we can't tell a good egg from a'bad one. As it is, eggtesting has its effect on the eyesight. "I was reared at the business, and reckon that I am as expert as any man in the country. Just before Easter, when a great many eggs are coming in, I handle as many as 3200 dozen in a day. Every egg that comes into the establishment passes through my hands. "The lot that I have just examined contains an unusually large number of what are known to the trade as 'floaters.' You will notice, if you hold the egg between your eyes and the light, a dark, almost black substance close to the shell. That is the yolk, which has settled through the albumen and is sticking foot-. tn fhr> nhpll. Tf, is caused hv allow ing the egg to lie too long on one side. Iii summer time a 'floater' would be bad in two days, but now it will last a week. "In the spring and summer we get a great many 'swimmers,' or halt-hatched eggs. They have been under the hen two or three days, and in the albumen is a little black spot, not larger than a pinhead. These eggs are all right in the winter time, but in the summer they soon become bad. "When we receive more eggs than we have a market for, we store them foi future use in an air-tight 100m, which is kept at a uniform temperature of thirtyfive degrees. They are packed in flout barrels, in oats that are extra cleaned. In the bottom of the barrel we put two or three inches of clean hay, then a couple of inches of oats, on which we put a layer of eggs, with the flat side down. Between the layers are oats, and on the top of the filled barrel we put more hay. The barrels are placed on their sides, and they will keep in that condition fot eighteen months, oerfectlv fresh and ?o I * good. These eggs are not uworth much now. When we fetch them out next winter, they will 'briDg twenty-three or twenty-four cents. "Somtimes we wax eggs to preserve them, but this gives the shell a glossy appearance that injures their sale. In this process beeswax is melted, and when very warm the eggs are dipped into it, and the pores of the shell are thu9 stopped up. Then there are also liming and pickling as means of preservation. The shell of a limed egg is always rough, while that of a pickled egg is smooth. If you examine the latter before agns jet, the white looks watery, and if brokeo and eaten the albumen will taste ealty. You can't boil either a limed or a pickled egg. Both lime and pickle eat into the shell, and make it very thio and fragile. When you put them into 1?1 1 At..?rtlro nnon on DOt WUlCr Uio aiiun tiauno v^vu uUM I albumen oozes out." "What do you do with the bad eggs?" I "If they are too utterly bad we throw | them away; ODes that arc a little 'off' bring three cents a dozen." "To what possible use can those egg; be put?" "The yolks are used by morocco finishers in their business." "And the whites?" "You'll be surprised if I tell you that confectioners use them in making fancy | cakes. They can't use a inijsty egg, though. The best eggs that are sent to us come from the West. A frosted tcgg becomes watery and cracks. The crhcks close, tho ig!;, when it is thawed out.buf will open again when it is placed in boiling water. An egg that is six or nine months old is graded by dealers as fresh. Cracked eggs bring tao-thirds price. A Marshal's Brave Wife. Ben Thompson, City Marshal of Austin, Texas, who was killed in a hand-tohand encounter with Kingfisher in a theatre in iSan Antonio, had the terrible record of having killed thirteen white men and over twice that many Mexicans and Indians. He was a handsome inan of I forty-five, with small, black mustache i and hazel eyes. His wife had but one | arm. The other had been shattered by , a Winchester ball iu Denver when she threw it across her husband's head upon ' discovering a crouching form drawing a bead on him.?Chicago Post. Lost?'somewhere here, I think ft was; Between noontime and night? , A pair of precious, priceless things All full of sunny light; And each was made of tiny linksPure gold from tip to tip? And sixty of these links were joined In cunning workmanship. Upon each tiny link there lay A diamond bright and clear. Could I have lost them, do you think, As I was coking here? I fear that they began to slip When I was in the lane And filled my raouth with raspberries And both my hands with stain! When I stretched out upon the grass And had that lovely dream., I'm sure o^dp/en lihkifor so Slippe doWn into the stream. And many more I must have lost When I went slowly down Beneath tho forest trees that niako 1 A cooler path to town. These several links?I felt them go When loitering at the gateSlipped from my hand, although I knew That I was very late! Gone are the precious jeweled links 'Mongst berries, brooks and flowers? And no reward could bring me back Those two lost sunny hours! ?Detroit Free Fress. PITH ANDPOINT. Tho smart trout doesn't "catch on." ?Springfield Democrat. A pawnbroker should live up to his * pledges.? Texas Siftings. The glutton can never tell when ho has enough, because he never has.? -. > Judge. A shortcake must, indeed, bo shoit when it can't raise tt* wherewith to berry itself decently.?Puck. In a Military Hospital. "And whereabouts do you feel worst, Corporal?" "On sentry-duty, Doctor."?Judge. Paradoxical as it may seem, it is generally true that women who don't fancy work do fancy work.?Elmira Gazette. range to say, very few fans are pawned,although it is very easy to "raise the wind" with them.?Boston Bulletin. 'Twas on the cheek I kissed her? _ She made resistance weak; But murmured as sne ten; my ups: "Well I think you have the cheek P* ?thick. Labor is honorable; always excepting, possibly, the laboring jsw or the demagogue or ignoramus.?Olathe (Kan.) Mirror. Bronson?""Who shall decide^wheu the doctors disagree?" Johnson?"The coroner generally has to do it."?Manteyt Weekly. No no matter what sized shoe a man wears, his feet, if perfect, should measure two feet ton. Counting his toes.? Daruville Breeze "Batter's out," sang the iCook, as she slapped down the last griddle-cake. "There are no flics on this pitcher."? Harvard, Lampoon. I love books on music an 1 drass. Books on painting my spirit enthrall; Yet here frankly I'm bound to confess That my cheque-book 1 love bast of all. ?Judge. The best cure for obesity is to board for the summer at o farm-house where you will be treated "like one of the family."?Boston Gazette. A man over in Paris makes a living by wakinor folks whose business necessitates 0 their rising early; he does a rousing business.?Peck's Sun. Jack?"Do you remember old Lord Grumly?'' Maud?"No. He died bofore I was born; but you remember him, do you not, Edith?"?Munsey's Weekly. Swectam?"She smiled on my suit. Robbins, old boy." Robbins?"Well, I think she might. The wonder is she 1 didn't go into hysterics."?Boston Herald, Her figure scarcely would entice, Although in love I pledge her. The only place it looks so nice Is in the bank's big ledger. ?New York Sun. RoLiUMB?"Do you know that' you have the reputation among your creditors : of being very polite?" Travers?"Of course. I always ask thein to oall again." "I've changed my mind since I saw you last," said Cadlcy. "I hope the new one is better than the last," put in Cyuicus, and Cadley got mad.?Neio York J/ernld. Mrs. Cumso?"John, dear, J wish you wouldn't get your hair cut as short as j that." Cumso?"Why?" Mrs. Cumso I ?"It looks like a reflection on my amia| bility." i A fly crawled into a syrup jug, I Ann issued a sadder and wiser bug; And he cried in a v-oice that was shrill and loud, i "Though I'm stuck up lam not proud!" ?Lawrence American. Henry M. Stanley will improve the time between now and his marriage by delivering fifty lectures in America. After marriage Henry will be the audience.?Buffalo Newt. "I thiuk that Venus dc Milo is a horrid, homely thing," said Juno, in a rage. "Oh, come, now, Juno," put in Jupiter, "don't attack a defenseless, unarmed womau."?Neio York Ilic'cet. Sufferer?"I called, doctor, to see if you could relieve me of this excruciating pain from a bad tooth." Dentist?"Certainly, inadam. Step right into my drawing-room."? Chicaqo Times. " I come," the lecturer began, And then hegave a gentle cough, For in the audience a man irreverently said, "Come off!" ?Sew York Herald. Little Johnny?"You ought to have seen Mr. MCrritt and sister make lemonade." Mrs. Brown?"IIow did they do it?" Little Johnny?"Cora held the lemon while Mr. Merritt soueezed Cora." ?Drake'8 Magazine. A health journal says in going upstairs the mouth should be kept closed. Most wives understand this. It is not until after they have got their hisbands upstairs that they begin to open their mouths.?StuUunan.