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BARNWELL, 8. C., THURSDAY, JUNE 4, 1885.
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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-
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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.
'â– ***'*{
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
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