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-H ».-#i i V. '. •)* M? •■ft*/ ■ *s- _j3u ; # i; «£* Vj vol. vra. A Baohelor’a Neckties. BARNWELL, 8. C., THURSDAY, JUNE 4, 1885. r\J fher li* oh my table, red, purple and grew; In not, nil the oolon that ever were seen. Bone bright r- « daisy, some erumpled nod soiled, Like my desoUsc * ft, of their treshness de spoiled. I find them ta sopbositb. In corners nad nooks. Itlnd them In drawers, in boxes and books. The wrecks of past fashion, they gleam on my sight, Euch one a reminder of hours sad or bright Ah 1 well I remeesW, poor ribbon of blue, Tth hope as I proudly bright wings over and How my heart beat w donned yon. How two lovely eyps on your were cast ’Twas a glance of delight but •tie paat. And. royal tie of purple and showy tie of red. Beneath you has nestled a fair, sunny bead. Whose tresses of gold once the charm of my life, Now shine on the head of another man's wife. . ad your fold* of satin, oh, STere woven expressly for my wi And yotu like the others, have been laid aside. And stilrl tuu waiting—but where is my bidder dainty tie eodin white, Ing night laid asldi I’ll gather you all In gay, colored heap. And Into the Ore you fhall go with a sweep! Like iny dreams, 1 am sure you will never come back. And henceforth my neckties shall only be black. SPOOPENDYKE’S PIE. He Allows Mrr. S. How Hls Mother Used to Make 'Em. “My dear,” said Mr. Spoopendyke, folding his napkin and pushing his chair back from the table; 't'my dear, rou are a pretty good housekeeper, and once in a w hile you contrive to cook up a fair meal, but you have no business (ogling aromi.l a mince-pie. There never was but one woman that could urn' e a mince pie, and that was my mother. ” “I thought this was nice,” returned Mrs. Spoopendyke, with just a little ipuver resting on her lip. “I got it out of the cook-book ” “And you'd Ixitter put it right back in the book as a warning to other ama teurs," continued Mr. Spoopendyke. “I don’t say that this is especially bad, only it doesn’t meet with all the re quirements of pie as they were instilled into my young mind. You might work it ou foundling hospitals that never had any mother, but it hasn’t the soul 1 used to get out of pie wbeu I lived at home.” “How did your mother make the mince-pies, dear?’’ asked Mrs. Spoop- cndvke. “If I knew what she used ; >‘i ii:i|n I could get up one of which you would eat six slices instead of four" And with this purely feminine dig Mrs. Spoopendyke looked modestly tin nward and began folding knife- plaiiings in the table-cloth. “t ome!” exclaimed Mr. Spoopen- dyke. jumping impetuously from his chair. “If you've got the ingredients 1 11 show you how to make a pie that will draw howls of envy from the neigh bors,” and Mr. Spoopendyke led the way to the kitchen. "Where’s your chopping-tray and the apples! retch me the hand guillotine and the beef! Look alive now, my dear, and we’ll startle the world with some new rev elations on the abtruso subject of mince-pie!” “Let me put this big towel around your neck, so you won’t grease your clothes.” suggested Mrs. Spoopendyke, dragging out a huge crash towel. “H hat’s that for?” demanded her husband, contemplating it with no amount of favor. “Which end of th« pie is that thing supposed to have in fluence with? If I make up my mind when I get through that this pie wants to be shaved I’ll put on this skirt, but iu the meantime l want room for all my limbs. Now,” be continued, as he dumped the beef and apples into the tray and went at them vigorously with the chopping-knife; "now, you watch the proceedings and note how the pie liegins to assume proportions.” "Didn’t your mother peel the apples before she chopped them?” asked Mrs. Spoopendyke, quietly. “Eh!” ejaculated Mr. Sppopendyke, •lowing up a little and looking into the tray distrustfully. “Of coarse not," and he resumed his labors with •till more energy. “If you did, there's where you made your mistake. I pose you peeled the beef, too, didn 1 ye? Though I don't know,” and he stopped short and regarded his work attentively. “It strikes me this meat would chop finer if some one had drop ped a pile-driver on it once or twice. Anyway, you don’t want your meat too fine, and I guess this will do," and Mr. Spoopendyke set th% tray full of lumps on the table and rolled up his sleeves. “What will you have now, dear?” inquired his wife tenderly. “Some flour and water," replied Mr. Spoopendyke cheerily. “It’s the crust of a pie that is its genius, and I’m going to turn out a slab of pastry that will oe a monument to the artist who is weaving this job. Gimme the flour and water while I feel as one up on whom the spirit of a successful pie rests visibly!”^ “Anything else, dear?" the asked, as Mr. Spoopendyke wet down his flour and jammed hie, fists into the paste. “Nothing but profound silence,” re- I her husband. “Th< P- ft torted “The chief trouble with the orust to your pie is that -you o vo allow your attention to be distraoted from it at the critical moment L on the contrary, will stop boxing this overcoat for that mince-meat just at the second it reaches flaklnees," and he slammed in more floor and plunged again into his ambitious effort in the way of crust “There!” said he, when be had fought it to tho consistency of sand and mucilage and rolled it put into two thick chunks. “Then it the triumph of {fie over puttering! Lead out the pea whom the gods would hon or, and let’s see how mis combination of hereditary intelligence and acquired brains will go wfcda it is oooked!’’ Mrs. Spoopendyke handed him a pie- pan into which he dropped his bottom crust and then poured in his mince meat • “Got to lift your- teeth pretty to get around some of that observed, se he tried to poks the into poslttou with a etiek. “I’m dot •maaa«#t «s%a a pinch it Mjmotb- 7 the top crust with his thumb; and when you get it on, thus, yon around the edges, so. See? er nsed to have an old wheel out of a wooden eloek, and she printed land scapes in holes all over the pie. But that isn’t necessary. It adds lustre, but no dignity, to the performance. Now, we put it in the oven, this wise, and in a snort time wo will have ao- complished results in the immediate line of pie." “It is really wonderful how well you remember how your mother made them," smiled Mrs. Spoopendyke. “You won’t feel nadly because it beats yours?” said Mr. Spoopendyke, kindly. “You won’t cry?” and he chucked her under the chin and open ed the stove door cautiously to see now affairs were progressing. “I’ll try not to," replied Mrs. Spoop endyke, easting her eyes down and suppressing something that sounded like a sob. “Let's see. You stick in a broom- splint,/don’t you, when you want to know if the pie is done? Where’s J our broom? Show me tho happy room that is to be immortalized testing this grand apothesis of pie!" Mrs. Spoopendyke produced the broom, and her husband, carefully se lecting one of tho splints, jammed awav at the upper crust. “ft won’t go in," ho remarked, rath er dolefully, selecting another with similar results. “The trouble is with the broom. Haven’t you got a broom that knows something about its busi ness, or is this one of those pious brooms that won’t work Sundays?" and he broke up several more splints in a vain endeavor to penetrate the pie. “Hadn't you better try the handle, dear?” suggested Mr-. Spoopendyke. “No, I hadn’t better try the handle, dear!” mimicked Mr. Spoopendyke. “Come out here and let’s see wflat’s the occasion for this uncalled-for re sistance!” and Mr. Spoopendyke haul ed his pie out of the oven and tired it down on the table. “Got an idea you are going to be assassinated with a broom splint, haven’t ye? Think you’re a sort of bulwark of American liberties and bound to resent foreign interven tion, don’t ye. Well, you ain’t; you're only a measly pie, and you arc goin^ to have something stuck into ye. if it takes a cold chisel and a cannon!” and Mr. Spoopendyke stabbed at it with a fort, and then with a chopping-knife, without producing the faintest im pression. “You’re up iu pie, what d’ye s’pose is the matter with the tiling?” ho ivsked, turning to his wife. “If I’d been your mother I should have put some lard in the crust,” returned Mrs. Spoopendyke complac ently. “I don’t know how you are going to get lard into a crust that you can’t pen etrate with a bayonet!” retorted Mr. Spoopendyke, upon whom it began to dtwu that there was a bitch some where. "I’vo almost forgotten how mother did try pies to see if thev were done.” “Did she ever try a club?” inquired Mrs. Spoopendyke, timidly. “No, she didn’t try a club!” roared Mr. Spoopendyke. “Gome hither, my gentle pie!" In: bowled, planting his fist in the middle of tho apparatus. “Listen to the voice of tho siren in quiring within!" and he dropped it on the floor and planted his heel on it. “Front door closed for repairs; en trance at the back!” and he kicked the whole business to tho ceiling. "Your mother must have been very vigorous for her age," observed Mrs. Spoopendyke, calmly. “It’s those gasted lumps of meat,” snarled Mr. Spoopendyke. picking up the pie and examining its knobs and bumps attentively. “I thought they’d melt when subjected to intense heat. Anyway, the inside of that pie is all right, if I could only get the lid off. Got anything I can get under the edge and lift the roof off this business? Gimme that can-openor! Give way, now! Whoop! Once more! Ki yah! All together, now! Whe-e-c! There she comes!" And the crust gave way, revealing chunks of beef and apple- holf-cookcd and still steam- er, “I suppose your mother apices and cider after the hired man had wrenched the pie open," remarked Mrs. Spoopendyke, solemnly. “You do, do ye?” squealed Mr. Spoopendyke. squatting down and resting his hands on his knees, whiie he grinned in his wife’s face. “That lump of quicksilver you call your mind has got around to where it transacts the supposing business, has it? P’raps you don’t like the pie! I s'pose you've f ot some fashionable notion that you on’t care to associate with this pie! Well, you needn’t I don’t force un- r leasant acquaintances on my wife! believe in making home a paradise, I do! Go forth, pier’ and he shied it through the window, glass, sash, and all. “That suits yon?" he yellad. “Does your moral nature feel relieved by the absence of the pie you have been instrumental in casting upon the chill ed charities of an unsympathetic woildP" •T guess that pie'ean take care of itself, suggested Mrs. Spoopendyke, soothingly. "Tho next time I make one I’ll try and-kave It just as your mother used to." “You’ll fetch it!” roared Mr. Spoop endyke, stamping up aud down toe kitchen and, slapping ithe coat “You never nave with things after L have shown howl Some day HI pour lard in your ear. and spice in your eye, snd leave vou in the oven to reflect on how you’d like to be cut off from intellectual so cial intercourse, just because you ain’t hi If baked!" and Mr. Spoopendyke slammed the door alter him and mount ed the stairs with heavy tread. “I don’t eara,” murmured Mrs. Spoopendyke, as she swept up the de- bns; “I don’t oare. If that ie the way hie mother made pie Ldon’t won der H left a strong impression on Ms THE POWER OF DYNAMITE. tt is O ws1tjr Ossr—ttfstsS sad sooa ts b* aspsrasdsd as a* Explosive. Dynamite in its simplest form closely resembles moist bro#n sugar and u nitro-glyoerine absorbed in any inert base. It k not yet twenty years old, having been first offered for sale in June, 1867. In the form in which it ii licensed, dynamite must consist Of 75 per cent, of nitro-glycerine and 35 per cent of an infusorial earth known as kieselguhr. Of dynamite, properly so called, there are only two kinds, distinguished as dynamite No. 1 and No. 3. No. 1 is eon nosod of 75 per cent, of nitro glycerine and 25 per cent, of tho in fusorial earth kieielgvhr; No. 2 of 18 per cent nitro-glycerine and 82 per cent, ut a pulverized preparation com posed of nitrate of potash, charcoal, and paraffine; a mixture introduced to replace gun-powder in coal-working where dynamite No. I was too power ful. Nitro-glycerine Is a very palo-yellon liquid, about half as heavy again as water. It is simply a cold mixture of one part of nitric acid and three parts of sulphuric acid. It has no smell, but a sweet aromatic taste, and. though it is not in a strict sonso poisonous, yet a single drop placed on the tongue will almost immediately produce a violent headache; even tho handling it, l>ofore the dynamite cartridges were it: 1870 wrapped in parchment, would do tho same. The “dynamite headache” is a disorder very v eil known in the trade. Tho dis overr of dynamite was not due, as has been generally supposed, to accident, but to direc. experiment. The first made consLled of charcoal and nitro-glycerine, and, before tho porous silica known as Iciesclguhr was finally adopted, numerous trials were made of various other absorbent*, such as porous terra cotta, sawdust, and or dinary and nitrated mtuer soaked in the liquid ex’ losive and rolled into cartridges. During the siege of Paris, when the i.Lr.'-' guhr ran short, the French engineers found the best substi tute to lie iu liiw ndios of Boghead coal, aud next to that in pounded sugar. Tho hours of tho suprexiacy of dyna mite are numbered. The explosive of the future is undoubtedly gelatine, tho latest invention of Mr. Alfred Nobel, 1 of Edinburgh. Already on the conti nent the manufacture of this new agent has assumed important dimensions. Many of the later operations of the St. Gothard were carried out with pure blasting gelatine, and in Austria, the richest of all the European countries in mines except Great Britain, the fac tories Where dynamite was formerly made are now given over to its manu facture. It is simply dynamite (a bate actif) containing 98 percent, of nitro glycerine, with & base of 7 per cent of collodion wool, that is itsMf an explo sive in place of the inert kietelguhr. As a blasting agent it is more homogene ous than dynamite, and on account of its elasticity is less sensible to outward impressions, while in handling or cut ting the cartridges there is no loss of the material, as sometimes occurs with dynamite. Its further advantages are that the gases after explosion are lighter and thinner and leave no dust, developing at the same time consider able more power. Taking the power of dynamite at 1,000 and nitro-glyce rine at 1,411, blasting gelatine is repre sented by the figures 1,555, in addition to which superiority it U capable, un like dynamite, of retaining iti nitro glycerine when brought into contact with water. The destructive power of dynamite, which, contrary to tho oommon opinion, does not act downward, hot equally in all directions, and with the greatest violonco where there is the greatest re sistance, has been greatly exaggerated. Although it has from five to aeveo times the explosive power of gun powder, it is comparatively trifling in its effects at even short distances. The dynamiter, with all his daring and cunning, has, after all. succeeded in doing us no more damage than gas has often done before. It would be better for him, if he desires to continue hk warfare, to return to his ancient ally wder, which above gronnd k a more noisy and demornllxlBg agent Dynamiters can not by any means at their disposal lay a whole city In nrins —nor even a street They may injure cial buildings, and that U the most ey can da Th< flour off hk any trouble; yon A 1 ?** with tide charitable view of the ritnstlse Mrs. Spoopendyke sat down to the eoasideration of whether she’d gunpos much :ie dynamite employed 8 for these purposes is,'in the majority of cases, of the kind known as lignin- dynamite, a wholly unlicensed explo sive, composed of sawdust and nitro glycerine, and in its effects consider ably weaker than that in common ose. —ComhiU Magazine. A Five Cent Failore. Jimmy Tuffboy is rather inclined to demand his rights of the head of the house. Sometimes he gets them; more often he doesn't. He had deter mined to pass a half day on the ice dedicating his new skates to the god Zero and laming his legs for a week. His obdurate parents objected. Jimmy, who is up to snnff, had read of the dy namiters and prepared a deeply medi tated revenge. He had one 6-eeot fire cracker left over from the Fourth of July. He exploded it beneath the baby’s cradle, scaring the infant out of breath and filling the hotuo full of sul- phurbns smells. “Yon horrid boy," said the mother. How dare you?" “I guess you’ll let me go skating now, won’t yon?” “Skating! Not another skating pond shall yon see until next Jane." Thus was revolution turned upon it- salt—Norf/ord Pbti. Some speculative individual has pro mulgated a queer story about eyes, by which oaa can bo made to see without them. Hk theory b to place a piece of copper above tbc tongue sad one of rinc beneath ft, aruFtMuby ciociag the ws and tytfqg the tips of tin metal touch each other a flash of fc^kt can be detected. The oyes do aot During a conversation man of a large maaufaofc ny he said incidentally: “We' entwee in two years,’ a fore- oompa- nb American appren and in reply to my interrogation said that American parents were more de sirous of their sons learning to despise labor than to adorn it Looking the matter over carefully I have reached the conclusion that he k right It is s pity. Yonng man look-forward a few years. Yon have good homes tods: and homes where every comfort possi hie to have k in your grasp. You do not appreciate these things. They come to you without effort they are retained to you without effort on your part and rourself to slide along on f. i yon permit yo greased ]_ ability of your parents to provide. the greased pole of confidenoe in the . Did you ever think'that money, sometimes, yes, often, takes wings? Well, it does; it goes in the twinkling of an eye soma- times and then your father has to work, and yon, if yon have anything in your composition and make up which has the appearance of a man, will go to work to help oat your father. Now, if J ou had learned a trade you would not e obliged to search for six-dollar positions as clerks, but oould step into places that are waiting for just such men as you might be at a fair salary. Don’t think when vou light your cigarette and walk down toe street that you are better than anybody else. Don’t imagine that the mechanic as ho passes you envies you. Don’t imagine that society oould not get along with out you. You must know that society thinks only of your money and nothing of you, and if your father was to lose his dollars to-day that to-morrow would find you knocking at society’s closed doors. And the mechanic pities you and says, "Well, I would not ex change places with him," and ho means it. Suppose you put on an old suit of clothes and go down to the machine shop or tho factory, or the printing office and commence at the bottom round and work up. There will be boys that will laugh at your white skin and delicate looks and vet secretly they will admire you for having the good sense to do what you ought to do. Your employer will advance you as fast as you deserve and with your nat ural ability there is no reason why you should not reach the top of the ladder in a few j-ears. Then ii your parents should have money and you feel a de sire to do something else, do it; and if days of adversity oome, as it is very probable thev will you will have some thing to fall back on which will support you and your wife and babies in com fort. What this country uoeds is more of its young men to learn trades. There are enough who will be bound to make fools of themselves and try to navigate life without it, and look to the pro fessions for a dry and uncertain living. It is no disgrace to be poor, but it is & disgrace lo any young iitun who. hav ing the opportunity <o learn a trade which will be ol use to him in after years, throws it away and witn il his comfort and that of those depenuent on him. to satisfy the pride of society which looks simply upon the wealth and not tne worth of a man.—B. 1?. Davis in Arkautaw Traveler. JOHN PHOENIX Bis WoeSsifsl FomU Plsssverlss Foist. al West Norwegian Honesty. In the honse where 1 am now writin^ there stands in the dining-room, am accessible at all times of tho day, an open case of cigars and cigarettes, postage stamps, and stationery. On the sideboard are bottles of seltzer water and wines. When the bills are made out the guests report how many they have used. On a steamer trip a friend went to the purser’s office to par for his ticket. Being suddenly ealled out, the parser unconcernedly left the gentleman alone In the ollloe with pile* of loose money lying about him on flic desk. At another place, I overheard the proprietor of the hotel saying to a party that they need not change their plans for want of ready money, for he would very willingly lend them some withont security until they should arrive at Christiana. At the same place, arriving and leaving again in the night, I wished to have a telegram sent for mo the next day. My telegram and money were laid on the center-table over night. Other bits of monev were also upon the table, prob ably for other errands. In Norway the doors of rooms hare for the most part no locks. We have found in some places locks, but the keys coaid be used only from the out side, in case the people are all absent for several weeks; bat to lock a door and remain inside is to them foolish- ness. In Bergen, at the public con certs and entertainments, the outer garments and appurtenances are laid aside in an outer room, as otherwhere* in Europe; but there is no checking system in Bergen, not even any one in attendance that I could find. After an entertainment we attended, the men went to a corner of umbrellas and canes, and each took his own. It must have been so, and mast usually be so; otherwise such a system, or lack of system, jrould not exist. I took my hat, coat, and cane, and crept oat, feeling as if I htd stolen something, and longing to tell somebody officialnr that they were really mine.—Zion a Herald. Homespun and Old Hickory. A venerable granger, clad in home- spun, and with a cotton umbrella under his arm was perambulating about the Capitol grounds yesterday, accompa nied by his two daughters, very win some, buxom lassies, with the bloom of roses on their cheeks and the light of joy dancing in their delighted eyes. Pausing before the Jackson statue, and no doubt enthused with the recol lection that this is “St Jackson’s Day,” hs wavsd his parasol at tbs rampant war stand aud thus apostro phised “Old Hickory;’’ 1 “We licked the British and we lioked the Indians; we licked the Mexicans and oaase nigh licking our own people, nad if we lad Old Jackson with os darned if wo couldn't lick anything that hit's grit. Come, let’s got away from hoe, children. "—NosAu^c World. - —■ , in Dakota oa a taMy day a oonvwp- 4 The following story in regard to Lieut. Derbv (John Ph<*nix,the humor ist) was tofd mo by Gen. WUliam T. Sherman: You know, there was a few miles from West Point a place known as Benny Haven’s, where the boys used to go to eat flapjacks and drink flip^ ‘ enny Haven’s flip had a national rep utation, and his flapjacks were deli cious. The cadets, however, patronised Benny Haven’s to such an exoess that the officers of the military school at tempted to put a slop to ft, and very few permissions were granted them to go outside of tho walls of the institu- Uon. Derby was in especial bad favor, and he knew that he could not on or dinary grounds get a permit One time, after he had been a week or more without a drink of Benny Haven's flip, he pretendecTa great repentance fts fd his studies and gave out that he was going lo do better. The professor of geology wss a curious old fellow whom he had cartooned unmercifully, and who had a horror of him. To him Derby went, and with tears in bis eyes said ho was sorry that he had wasted his time in tho past, and that in the future ho intended to do better. He feared as it was he would not be able to pass his examinations, but that he wished to use his remaining time in the academy so that when he went out he would be fitted to battle with the world, and he intended to pay special attention to geology. This geological professor was an enthusiast, and very simple and innocent withal. He em braced Derby and congratulated him on his best resolution. During the next few days Derby came into the class room with the best of lessons. He ask ed many questions and showed great interest in the subject, thns winning glowing opinions from his professor. He remained in the class-room after the lesson of the fourth day, and told the professor that one of the milkmen who supplied the academy had been telling him of gome wonderful petrifactions at a point away up in the mountains. He had spoken of nshes and the tracks of birds and other specimens which Der by, having carefully posted himself by the books, said he supposed belonged to such and such an age. The professor rubbed his hands dar ing the relation, saying "Yes,” “Yes,” "Very likely, very likely!" And when Derby concluded by ssving the milk man had offered to conduct him to the K lace, he wss eager to have him go. >n Derby's asserting the doubt that ne would not be permitted to leave the academy, the professor said there would be no trouble about that, and that he would get the countersign and the permit. This he did, and the next day Derby started out early and struck out at onoe for Benny Haven’s. Here he lay around all that day eat ing flapjacks and drinking flip, and carried on bis carouse far into the night. Early in the morning he oame back to the academy very mellow in deed, but sucoeeded in pasting the guard and tumbling into his room. As be lay down on his tied he happened to think that he must have an explanation to give to the geological professor for not having the specimens. He be thought himself a moment and then went down and picked up a couple of •tones from a pile which lay by theriv- er side. He brought these to his room, and with a chisel out into them a num ber of what looked very much like bird tracks. Going out again he robbed these with dirt and then oame back, laid them on his table, and went to sleep. After breakfast be took the stones to the professor of geology, who, by the way, was very near-sign ted. He told him that the milkman had failed to keep Us appointment, and that he had Attempted to find the place Ho had not discovered the petrified fishes nor the other fossils described by the milkman, bat he had found these •tones, with their curious tracks, aud he thereupon gave the professor a lucid explanation 01 the bygone age to which the stones belonged, and how antodli luvian birds of a character not BOV known bad made these curious tracks, His disauisition was so well the professor coincided with took the stones Into the class-room that day, and related Derby’s wonderful discoveries. The affair was for a few days the talk of the class, but Derby could not keep bis secret to himself and told it to one or two of his friends. It went all over college, and the result was that Derby was suspended. HA got back again, however, after a time and wu graduated.—Cleveland Leader. A Fit Reply- George Augustus Sals boasts tost he spoke to Napoleon once—meaning of course Napoleon No.*®. That is not a great matter to brag of. One of oar assistants spoke to urn also, when Nap officiate-! <u master of the lists at the rent tournament at Eglinton Castle, cotland, in 1889. Said assistant hap pened to be billeted in mm of the teats assigned to Napoleon, sad as ha and the Late Nat P. Willie came oat of delnge and under its cover a party dressed in traderclothing of buff Math er hailed our associate with, “Hera, fellow, pull off my boots 1" The reply came, instantly, and with full emphasis, “Go to ——’’ well it was not asm van that was mentioned. “Do yea who you speak to in that asked one of Nap’s flunkies. “That, sir, is Prinqo Louis Napoleon.” “Were he Prinoa of the powor of the air, he has no authority to oonmand me to pull off his boots; you will please nuke ray answer fit Ms lamartlnanon” Willis almost laughed hhosetf into a fit over ’ the auir.—Lessefl Timet. ) v lifi lor ftftMl pea ray raedeof Mis, ^„ orate man, and have always bean a* have taken care of umelf, and ne I sve a good oeMtitamri wsapgao that is the reason l am bb weiL Too must ask tha Almighty why I have lived so long, nan hew long I shell live. I am peribetly haaltoy Bad’ strong, and. though I have aooriaelly retired from the law, I era busy as yoi- see from mornlag oatfl Bight. Another reason I am so writ is tltet myariad has always be** occupied, i am Barer - idle; in fact I hive no time to be 10. ‘When I was a yonng aura I had very severe beadaeW la 1649 X bought a horse, and I have aot had a headache siaoe. Every moraine I arise at6 o’clock. I have doae so tor forty yean. 1 trite aa lee-ootd bath, dram Iny self, jugip ora imnr ~««r7 o’clock, and ride for an hour. I then breakfast and work at my house nntil 11 o'clock, when 1 walk down-town, a distance of four miles. I remain at my office until 8 o'clock, then walk home, a ad dine at 6. At 7 I sleep for aa half hour after which I am ready for anything. 1 re tire between 10 and 11 o f clook. I have done this for over forty yean. I at tribute my hardihood to horseback- riding. Have I ever taken a drink? No, elr, never, at dinner. Like most have my oiaret at dinner. Whisky, brandy, or any liquid of that kind I never touch. ‘My advice to young men is to eight hours sleep every night, and drink only chocolate, coffee, sod tea. The young men of to-day are too fast. The candle can not burn at both ends and last long! I have never smoked tobacco in any shape aad never will Do as I have done, and you will be strong at 80, and probably at 90.” Mr. Field was at his office busy with some details of his civil cods now be fore the legislature. “Theooda,” he said, “is favored by a great number of lawyers. There are some old fellows, to be sure, who are opposed to it. What they want is a lam library. They seem to think that a civil node is an alteration of existing things. By no menus; it is s condensation, aad is oel- culuted to save much labor aad search. These old lawyers have leaned the law in one way, and they believe in a civil code about as much as a Mo- of Msafto j of VUae Gypsies are particularly superstitious regarding portraits, aad ft Is a rarity to find the photograph of a ' decorating any Aft _ •torn window. They noaitdnr it ualnoky to be photographed, aad. wfi] oaly submit to have in eoariderattoa e? farli, an «M district strata* bached op with ctroog patMe* of the iatueat weai Jjpqra knowledge ef *^toe ttSJF rtnvTM 10 WOVVe > pertidparioa la known to the tout r, except n glass of claret Like Pern Hyaointhe, I rectgnattoa wee derstood that tide Ml the determtMtiea ef lion not to allow tarif to volvedinaay of the 1 which have oeeotadl iSraailfl of Logan cesaot as the that I from the old caadldete tea! It oaa only Thera lo ao A ho ft of tha Wed hammedan believes in Christianity.”— Seta York Cotamereial JdcerUter. When you make a breed poddi* your stale enuts, ray deer yoangh* wife, you fancy yon have done aa nomlcal tiling, although half tha pad ding is thrown away, bonaoM “John” doesn’t like plain paddings. It would be better economy to throw ton away Instead of wanting your making something no eat. Now, although I don’t anyone to throw away a stole breed, it is sometimes ’ tho economical thing to do with tt, 1 daily in hot weather, when It la vnsy apt to mould. At other times I should advise you to cut off any brown e break in small pieces, aad toy, aot toast, it la the oven when the fire Is very low. Then pound er rail It nth* er ine, snd pnt It to a paper bag wMob should be hung in a cool, dtr sonar of your pantry. Xm wflf fiirH very convenient to use seal loped oysters, meat __ matoea, for all of whkh 11 lo nicer than eracker oransba, for sauao, aad man/ broad may bo nsed fas various _ the siloes am not btokaaer tot tfcWt inks deliaiouo baowned aaato which X make vary each slloe ef broad win moat, cover, with a ottos of press togotiMV. Ptooaad la ter till au the meet aad used, nd out each saadwtoh i Place them on a plate atilk aad egg over ‘ absorbed. Pot a of butter on a pen. aad who* the sandwiches carelnlly upot nicely browned add a little *L__ __ . ter aud tarn them, letting IfcmhrewB quickly on toe other side, fierve aa soon as possible. This make cions brmkfaet dish, aad tour to advantage to “help out’^ a sefintf dinner. We often use toe stria sHaea of bread without the mast, just scrib ing thsm in the erg aad milk and browning nicely, uisone of the fa vorite methods of using stale bread tat our family. Indeed, a plate ef stale bread ie a perfect mine ef enllaar/ tor- prises. 'HJsldeA*' »•*** '■ - r* 'V, «-■ —JT. '■***'*{ A i They are telling anther amuriaffli story of Mr. patriot Boouoy aad Addison Bynum. ‘ Mr-~ tismaa known to a oos too public as a dattacstor of J aetere Some ocaacas ago Mr. In MtoT trioame iavoivsd in dUtMfetos wttfc Winamws fcjg ffii tkto tlfllML tt •' r to look as tojWig|..ffiC One day when Mr. ^ a** a would C t la aa appearance ou was in a partieularly l_,_ „ la this ooadtttoa h* mat Mt who eourtoooaiy Inquired ri. barith. . f a “Sure,” observed Mr. mighty bad Pm feeUa’. '-* «*d drink*’ Vm iatiraly. *» a atiad to lave the fjKtotood?!’ where will you go?” -To Aaotorana, 1 betters. IPs fiae burtneei I’d bedata* to.’* “NouAsneu Tbsre's mniiy to plajr to hall . “The rivu a Ut do I ad Era Xfiberetaa toae. smP tha vlO'-