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m ' Into ftll Utm Decreed. i rain , fall, Into nil ayea some teardrops start. Whether they fell as a gentle shower Or drop, like fire, from an aching heart. Into all hearts some sorrow most creep, Into all souls some donbtings come. Lashing the wares of Life’s great deep Frhm dimpling waters to seething foam. i lower, utter 1 brows rough wfu^^HQ^Bow, ,11 shoulders a crmSWustTR lain. Bowing the form in its lofty height Down to the dust in bitter pun. Into all hands in some duty thrust, Unto all arms some burden given, Crashing the heart with its dreary weight, Or Hfung the soul from earth to heaven. Into all hearts and homes and lives God’s dear sunshine comes streaming down, j the ruins of L fe’s great plain— Weaving for all a golden crown. Items of Int \ ^ v. tot'll OUttWl A ringing bell, like an onion, upon peal. bnt there VOL. in. NO. 1BI. OLD 8LK1E8. VOL. Yll. NO. 3B3. AIKEN JANUARY 24, 1878. $2.00 per Annum, in Advance. JP! 1 over < I’ntouched by Time. Time sallies forth with scythe in hand, To reap his harvest off the land, Ana leave his fpotsteps in the sand. He maits his progress with decay, Streaks the dark mountain side with gray, : yuth holds regal sway. ity’s cheek hf-^faves his trace, i deeper wrinklee on the face, i what he can np’er replace. food’s home, the haunts of youth, £$ur later pleasure grounds, forsooth, rks offTime’s corroding tooth. 46 drapes the r Ids with fringe of gloom, Makes of the ck.. .-mighty tomb. And earth goes mournfully to her doom. May, Time may have a monarch’s power, With cruel greed our realms devour, But Love has its^Auinphant hour. Time enters not within the soul, O’er faith and hope has no control, Nor marks the btwudary of the goal. Though palaces sad temples fall, And underneath the funeral pall la laid the dearest one of all, With songs immortal and sublime, Love lifts ue to a loftier clime, For Love is still untouched by Time ! WINNIE’S FORTUNE. The handsome dining room in the Mayberry mansion was all a glitter with floods of gaslight and the genial glow of - fire—for Mr. Josial Mayberry was a very “queer man,” according to his wife’s opinion, and this fancy of his to have nasty, ashy fires all over the splen did mansion before the weather became cold enough, was one of his “eccentric freaks,” Mrs. Mayberry called it, with a curl of her lip, a toss of the head and a smile, almost of contempt, directed at the hale, hearty, honest-faced old gentle man who had married her for her pretty face, ten years ago, when he was an immensely rich widower with his hand some half-grown son for a not very de sirable incumbrance. They were sitting around the hand some table, discussing their seven o’clock dinner, with the solemn butler and his subordinate, in silent, obse quious attention—these three Mayber- rys, father,-son and the hanghty, well- dressed lady who was wearing a decided frown of displeasure on her face—a frown she had barely power to refrain from degenerating into a verbal expres sion of anger, while the servants were in waiting, and which, as the door finally closed on them, leaving the little party alcne, burst forth impetuously : “ I declare, Mr. Mayberry, it is too bad! I have gone over the list of invi tations you have made, and to think there is not one—no, not one—of onr set among them, and such a horrid lot of people as you have named. ” “I told you, didn’t I, Marguerite, that it was my inteution to give an old- fashioned dinner ? And by that I meant, and mean, to whom it will, indeed, be cause for thankfulness. As to making a grand fuss, and seeing around our table only the people to whom a luxurious diuner is bnt an every-day occurrence— I shall not do it. And as to the guests on my list being ‘ horrid ’ and ‘ common,’ you are mistaken, my dear. None of them have any worse failing than pover ty. There is not a’ ‘ common, ’ vulgar person among the whole ten names on that paper.” Mr. Mayberry’s good old face lighted up warmly as he spoke, and Ernest Mayberry’s handsome face reflected the satisfaction and pride which he felt in his father’s views. Mrs. Mayberry flushed, but said noth ing. She knew from experience that, kind and indulgent as her husband was, there were times when he suffered no appeal from his decision ; and this was one of theec times. ZL >1 We will have dinner ordered from . twelve o’clock, as it used to be when I was rp^oy. We will have roast turkey, with -"-J- bilberry sauce and mashed potatoes t*jd turnips, boiled onions and celery, 'iT ^ on The table at once. For dessert, , ^ • lOr cheese and cider and nothing more. f'-^■.T-arjjuerite, shall I give the order to > -fjorton, or will you attend to it?” "■A Mrs. Mayberry twisted her diamond almost roughly. * Oh. don’t ask me to give such an <sane order to him ! I have no wish to pear as a laughing stock before my - vants, Mr. Mayberry. It will be as . y "e a strain on my endurance as I am ^Apr°f, to be forced to sit at a table ' • - 1 P 00 ?*® 118 the Hurds, and the -.ujfe oi/.;. and that Thyzra Green and her lame b&ther, and that little old Wil mington, and his gran J-daughter, and—” Mr. Mayberry interrupted her gently— •> av- vx7;i~; i ? ■ ; . want many, for I think contented, honest labor is the honestest thing in the world, and the best discipline, but somehow, I can’t tell why, but I do want to go. T can wear my black cashmere, and you’ll be so proud of me.” “ Proud of you, indeed, my child, no matter what you wear. Yes, we’ll go. ” And thus it happened that among the ten guests that sat down at Josiah May berry’s hospitable, overflowing board that cold, blue-skied day, Winnie Wil mington and the little old man were two—and two to whom Ernest Mayberry paid more devoted attention than even his father had asked and expected. Of course it was a grand success—all excepting the cold hauteur on Mrs. May berry’s aristocratic face, and that was a failure, because no one took the least notice of it, so much more powerful were the influences of Mr. Mayberry’s and Ernest’s courteous, gentlemanly attentions. “ I only hope you are satisfied,” Mrs, Josiah said, with what was meant to be withering sarcasm, after the last guest had gone, and she stood for a moment before the fire; “ I only hope you are satisfied—particularly with the attention paid to that young woman—very un necessary attention, indeed.” Mr. Mayberry rubbed his hands to gether briskly. “Satisfied? Yes, thankful to God I had it in my power to make them forget their poverty for one little hoar. Did yon see little Jimmy Hurd’s eyes glisten when Ernest gave him the second tri angle of pie ? Bless the youngsters’ hearts, they won’t want anything to eat for a week. ” “I was speaking of the young woman who ”—Mrs. Mayberry was icily severe, but her husband cut it short. “So you were—pretty little thing as ever I saw. A ladylike, graceful little girl, with beautiful eyes enough to ex cuse the boy for admiring her. ” “ The boy ! You seem to have forgot ten your sou is twenty-three—old enough to fall in love with and marry—even a poor, unknown girl, you were quixotic enough to invite to your table. ” “ Twenty-three ? So he is. And if he wants to marry a beggar, and she is a good, virtuous girl, why not.” A little gasp of horror and dismay was the only answer of which Mrs. Mayberry was capable. V Jgxr ' Old Mr. Wilmington was a friend of | “in® before he went to India. Since he •'2 cyie home with his son’s orphan y jghterjmd lived in such obscurity— y '-'y -“ale although plain, for Winnie " V 8 enough as daily governess to snp- - • -rt them both cheaply—I regard him ah more worthy than ever. Ernest, my ^ ~ boy, I shall depend upon you to help entertain our guests, and especially at — ^® table, for I shall have no servants about to scare them out of their appe tites.” And Mr. Mayberry dismissed the sub- juct by arising from the table. * * * * “ Would I like to go? Oh, grandpa, I should ! Will we go, do you think ?” The little wizened old man looked fondly at her over his steel rimmed glasses, “So you’d like to accept Mr. May berry’s invitation to dinner, eh, Winnie? You wo' .»n’t be afraid of your old-fash ioned grandfather, eh, among the fine folk of the family ? Remarkably fine folk, I b'>ar, for all I can remember when Joe was a boy together with myself. Fine folk, Winnie, and yon think we’d better R>?” “I would like to go, grandpa. I don’t have many recreations—I don’t “ Grandpa!” Winnie’s voice was so low that Mr. Wilmington only just heard it, and when he looked np he saw the girl’s crimson cheeks and her lovely, drooping face. “Yes, Winnie, you want to tell me something ?” She went np behind him, and leaned her hot cheek carelessly against his, her sweet, low voice whispering her answer. “ Grandpa, I want to tell you some thing. I—Mr. May—we—Ernest has spoken—he—wants me to—oh, grandpa, can’t you tell what it is ?” He felt her cheek grow hotter against his. He reached up his hand and caressed the other one. “Yes, I can tell, dear. Ernest has shown his nncommon good sense by wanting you for’his wife. So that is what comes of that dinner, eh, Win nie ?” “And may I tell him yon are willing, perfectly willing, grandpa ? Because I do love him, you know.” “And you are sure it isn’t his money you are after, eh ?” She did not take umbrage at the sharp question. “ I am at least sure it isn’t my money he is after, grandpa,” she returned, laughing aud patting his cheek. “ Yes, you are at least sure of that; there, I hear the young man coming himself. Shall I go, Winnie?” It was the “young man himself,” Ernest Mayberry, with a shadow of deep rouble on his face as he came straight up to Winnie and took her hand, then turning to the old gentleman. “ Until an hour ago I thought this would be the proudest, happiest hour of my life, for I should have asked you to give me Winnie for my wife. Instead, I must be content to only tell you how dearly I love her, and how patiently and hard I will work for her to give her the home which she deserves—because, Mr. Wilmington, this morning the house of Mayberry & Thurston failed and both families are beggars. ” His handsome face was pale, but his : eyes were bright with a determination i and braveness nothing could daunt. Winnie smiled back upon him, her ■ own cheeks paling. “ Never mind, Ernest, on my account; I can wait, too. ” Old Mr. Wilmington’s eyes were al most shut beneath the heavy frowning forehead, and a quizzical look was on his shrewd old face as he listened. “Gone up, eh ? Well, that’s too bad You stay here and tell Winnie I am just as willing she shall be your wife when you want her, as if nothing had hap pened, because I believe you can earn bread and butter for both of you, and my Winnie is a contented girl. I’ll hobble up to the office and see your father; he and I were boys togethor; a word of sympathy won’t come amiss from me.” And off be strode, leaving the lovers alone, getting over the distance in re markable time, and presenting bis wrinkled, weather-beaten old face in Mayberry & Thurston’s private office, where Mr. Mayberry sat alone, with rigid face and keen, troubled eyes, that nev ertheless lightened at the sight of his old friend. “Im glad to see you, Wilmington. Sit down. The sight of a man who has not come to reproach me is a comfort.” But Mr. Wilmington did not sit down. He crossed the room to the table at which Mr. Mayberry sat among a hope less array of papers. “There is no use wasting words, May. berry, at a time like this. Did you know your son has asked my Winnie to marry him?” Mr. Mayberry’s face lighted a second, then the gloom returned. “ If my son had a fortune at his com mand, as I thought he had yesterday at this time, I would say, ‘ God speed you in your wooing of Winnie Wilmington. As it is—for the girl’s sake I disap prove. ” “ So you haven’t a pound over and above, eh, Mayberry ?” “There will be nothing—less than nothing. I don’t know that I really care so much for myself, but Ernest— it is a terrible thing to happen to him at the very beginning of his career.” Mr. Wilmington smiled gleefully. “ Good. Neither do I care for myself, but for Winnie, my little Winnie. I tell you what, Mayberry, perhaps you will wonder if I am crazy, but I’ll agree to settle a quarter of a million on Win nie the day she marries your boy. And I’ll lend you as much more if it’ll be of any use, and I’ll start the boy myself, if you say so. Eh ?” Mr. Mayberry looked at him iu speech- ess bewiLlerment. Wilmington went on: “I made a for tune out in India, aud it’s safe and sound in hard cash in good hands—a couple of millions. I determined to bring up my girl to depend on herself, aud to learn the value of money before she had the handling of her fortune. She has no idea she’s an heiress. Sounds like a story out of a book, eh, Mayberry? Well, will you shake hands on it, and call it a bargain ?” Mr. Mayberry took the little dried up hand almost reverentially, his voice hoarse with thick emotion. “ Wilmington, God will reward you for this. May He a thousand fold !” Wilmington winked away a suspicious moisture on his eyelashes. “ You see it all comes of that dinner, old fellow. You acted like a gentleman, and between us we’ll make the boy and Winnie as happy as they deserve, eh ?” And even Mrs. Mayberry admits that it was a good thing that her husband gave that dinner, and, when she expects to see Mrs. Ernest Mayberry an honored guest at her board, she candidly feels that she owes every atom ot her splendor and luxury to the violet-eyed, charming girl who wears her own honors with such sweet grace. Eating Apples. The following notes on this abstruce science are taken from an interesting little book called “ Winter Snnshine ” : “ Not a little of the sunshine of win ter is surely wrapped up in the apple. How is life sweetened by its aroma ! It is a natural autidote of the many ills that flesh is heir to. Full of mild acids, what an enemy it is to jaundice, indi gestion, torpidity of the liver, etc. It is a gentle spnr and tonic to the whole bil iary system. A dish of apples on the center table in the winter supplies the place of a vase of flowers in the summer —a bouquet of Spitzenbergs, Greenings and Northern Spies. “ The boy is indeed the true apple eater, and is not to be questioned as to how he came by the fruit with which his pockets are filled. Whether he be full of meat or empty of meat, he wants ap ples all the same. He goes to the great bin in the cellar, and sinks his shafts here and there in the garnered wealth of the orchard, mining his favorites some times coming plump upon them, or catching a glimpse of them as he turns the heaps from right to left. “When you are ashamed to be seen eating them in the street, when your neighbor has apples and you have none, and you make no nocturnal visit to an orchard ; then be assured you are no longer a boy either in heart or years. I sympathize with that clergyman who, in pulling out his handkerchief in the middle of his discourse, pulled out two bounding apples with it that went roll ing across the pulpit floor and down the pulpit stairs. These apples were, no doubt, to be eaten on his way home, or to his next appointment. They would take the taste of the sermon out of his mouth. “ Iu planting a homestead, what a help it is to have a few old maternal ap ple trees near by—regular old grand mothers, who have blossomed and borne fruit until the very air abou them is sweeter than elsewhere, and who have nourished robins and wrens in their branches till they have a tender, brood ing look. There is a crop of sweet reminiscences, dating f/om childhood, and spanning the season from May to October. ” Relative Strength of Wood and Metal. The Cincinnati Gazette contains an interesting report of recent experiments made at the Ohio Agricultural and Mechanical College, with their mam moth testing machine, for determining the strength of different kinds of metal, timber, etc. ‘ ‘ The first six tests were of tenacity. A quarter-inch annealed wire broke at 2,160 pounds; another piece of annealed wire, of the same size, broke at 3,860 pounds; a piece of bar iron, half-inch square, broke with 13,- 660 pounds; a bar of Bessemer steel, scant half-inch square, only gave way under 30,320 pounds, the two latter tests showing clearly the comparative strength of iron and Bessemer steel. A piece of hickory, one and a half inches square, broke at 10,460 pounds, and a piece of black walnut, same size, at 3,270 pounds. The arrangement of the machine for transverse tests was illustrated by break ing a bar of apple wood, one inch square aud one foot long, supported at the ends and weight applied in the middle, with only 960 pounds. A two-inch cube of white Waverly sandstone was crushed with 12,560 pounds. Such cubes of oak stood a test of 7,000 and 8,300 before being crushed. The last experiment was the breaking of a 15x16 inch iron screw bolt, which was accomplished by a pressure of 25,850 pounds. All speci mens of metal could be seen to stretch very materially before breaking, becom ing of less diameter near the place of rupture. It was interesting to note the heat generated when this stretching took place, which is ascribed to molecular friction. The tests followed each other rapidly, and the gentlemen present, who included rolling-mill operators, practi cal engineers, and manufacturers inter ested in the experiments, were delighted at the prompt and accurate working of the machine. Prof. Mendenhall is desirous of making tests of the com parative strength of the various materials used by manufacturers, builders and others, and will be very glad to receive any and all specimens which may be offered. The result of those tests would seem to be of great value in many building and other enter prises, yet Professor Mendenhall states that he was actually obliged to buy specimens for the tests above described. A Rich Man’s Economy. The late Sir Titus Salt, the famous alpaca manufacturer, though immensely rich and generous, had the habit of eco nomy. He was always careful not only of his money, but of such trifling things as blank leaves of letters, which were not thrown into the waste basket, bnt laid aside for use. When he began to make money he thought of buying him self a gold watch, but be resolved that he would not buy it till he had saved a thousand pounds. How proud he was of that watch in his after life! It was worn by him till the close of his life, and when his own hand became too feeble to wind it, he handed it to others to be wound in his presence. He had little knowledge of literature and little love of it. “ His library,” as his biographer records with pride, 1 ' was large and well selected; but his knowledge of books was limited, and the range of his reading confined to religious publications and the daily press.” In his old age some one asked him what books he had been reading lately. “Alpaca,” was the quiet reply; then after a short pause he added, “If you had four or live thou sand people to provide for every day, you would not have much time left for reading.” A Little Rumpus. In appearance he was a genteel man, but a look of care had taken a permanent lease of his features, and wouldn’t vacate for any consideration. He was walking briskly down Central avenue, with head down, buried in thought, looking neither to the right nor left, with eyes bent in an absent stare upon the pavement. Suddenly he gave a start, a quick cry, and jumped backward several feet, up setting a fat woman who was hurrying home with several links of “ Wiener wurst,” which flew out of her hand and lodged around the neck of n sbop-giyl, hurrying by, who screamed, “ The hor rid things!” and landed them in the middle of the street just in time to say “ good morning ” to a dog that had sat down to scratch his ear, which had parted company with a boot-black’s slipper a moment before. The dog at once forgot all about his sore ear, and began to think about breakfast. As the fat woman tumbled, she landed against a boy who had just picked up ten pounds of ice to take inside. He laid the ice down on the foot of a portly gentleman, who was so much pleased with the atten tion that he gave the boy a cane—across the back—making at the same time an impressive little presentation speech, full or d’s and dashes. The boy, feeling unworthy of so much attention, made a dive to escape it, and upset a glazier who mourned over his broken glass, and swore he would leave this crazy country on the first boat for Louisville. His falling box had scraped a good deal of red hair and a small percentage of cuticle from the top of the fat woman’s head, aud looking upon the poor glazier as the author of all her trouble, she pitched into him with tongue and fists; and taking advantage of the confusion, the genteel man, who had set the muss going by getting scared at a dangling string from an awning rubbing against bis nose, quietly stole away. The fat woman put in more pains for the glazier, with her feet and fists, than he had done for a week. — Cincinnati lircakfast Table. A Cheerful Woman. What a blessing to a household is a merry, cheerful woman—one whose spirits are not affected by wet days, or little disappointments, or whose milk of human kindness does not sour in the sunshine of prosperity. Such a woman in the darkest hours brightens the house like a piece of sunshiny weather. The magnetism of her smiles and electrical brightness of her looks and movements infect every one. The children go to school with a sense of something to be achieved; her husband goes into the world in a conqueror’s spirit. No mat ter how people annoy and worry him all day, far off her presence shines, and he whispers to himself, “ At home I shall find rest. ” So day by day she literally renews his strength and energy, and if you know a man with a beaming face, a kind heart, and a prosperous business in nine cases out of ten you will find he has a wife of this kind. A Wrestle with a Bear. A writer in Frank Leslie'* Newspaper gives an account of an adventure he and two hunters had with a large bear, in northeastern Pennsylvania. Bruin had been caught in a huge steel trap attached to the trunk of a tree, but had succeeded in getting away from the tree, with the trap still hanging to his paw. After following the bear a long distance, the hunters at length came np with him, and the scene that followed is described by the writer: Peering through the laurels, we saw an open space in the swamp, not more than fifty feet in advance of us. A larger growth of timber surrounded it than characterized the general configura tion of the swamp. The space was thirty or forty feet wide, and about the same in length. On the further edge of it an immense bear stood erect on its haunches in the snow. Both massive paws were raised aloft, and on one the heavy trap was fastened by its vise-like grip. It looked like a weapon held in readiness to be hurled at an advancing foe. The bear’s great jaws were wide open, and from their flaming depths masses of foam fell in large flecks upon the beast’s shaggy breast. His eyes glared fiercely, and every motion warned his pursuers that he was wrought to the very height of fury. Quick and Jonas stood on the side nearest us, like gladiators ready for the fray. The situation did not remain long unchanged. The old hunter’s rifle came mechanically to his shoulder. For an iustant the polished barrel flashed back the rays of the sun. Then a sharp report rang out upon the winter air, and leaped from hill to hill. The bear dropped with a dull thud to the ground. “Plum through the beater!” exclaimed Quick, as he sprang into the opening, knife in hand, to cut the throat of the prostrate bear. As he stooped down, the tenacious brnte sprang to his feet, and rushed upon the hunter. Instantly both men were upon the bear. We crouched spell bound where we had stopped; knives glittering in the sunlight. We saw the bear with blood streaming from the quickly inflicted wounds, and dyeing his black coat with crimson streaks, rise up three times against his foes, and rush upon them in a savage frenzy, that it seemed must carry them down before it. Once he hurled Jonas to the snow, and we held our breath as his enormous paw was raised to deal the blow that nothing could have withstood; but the ax of the other hunter fell with irresistible force ou the mad brute’s skull, and the bear tottered and went down beneath it. Jonas was on his feet in a second, and both his and Quick’s long-bladed hunting-knives were buried almost simultaneously in the animal’s heart. The men stepped aside. The bear once more rose upright, made two faltering steps towards them, struggled for a moment to retain his poise, and then fell heavily to the ground, and was dead. How to Preserve a Piano. It is evident that if the piano is to remain in good order for many years good care must be taken of it. The instrument should be closed wheu not in use, in order to prevent the collection of dust, pins, etc., etc., on the sound board; however, it must not be left closed for a period of several months or longer, but be opened occasionally and daylight allowed to strike the keys, or else the ivory may turn yellow. Any hard substance, no matter how small, dropped inside the piano, will cause a rattling, jarring noise. It is in every case desirable that an india-rubber or cloth cover should protect the instru ment from bruises and scratches. The piano should not be placed iu a damp room, or left open in a draft of air— dampness is its most dangerous enemy, causing the strings and tuning-pins to rust, the cloth used iu the construction of the keys and notion to swell, whereby the mechanism will move sluggishly, or often stick altogether. This occurs chiefly in the summer season, and the best pianos, made of the most thoroughly- seasoned material, are necessarily affect ed by dampness, the absorption being rapid. Extreme heat is scarcely less injurious. The piano should not be placed very near to an open fire or a heated stove, nor over or close to the hot-air furnaces now in general nse. Moths are very destructive to the cloth and felt used in the pianos, and may be kept out of it by placing a lump of camphor, wrapped in soft paper, in the inside corner, care being taken to renew it from time to time. Many persons are unaware of the great importahee of having their pianos kept in order, and only tuned by a competent tuner. A new piano should be tuned at least once every three or four months during the first year, and at longer intervals after ward. Keeping up Appearances, A Detroit widow owns and occupies a Centenarians of 1877. During the past twelve months no less than twenty-six centenarians died I in the United States, whose aggregate age was 2,692 years. The oldest among them—though his claims were stoutly disputed—was Captain Lahrbush, who died last April, in New York, at the age of 111. One of the most interesting cases was that of Augustin Picard, who did at Rochester, N. Y., at the age of 109. His father is said to have lived to the age of 108 and his mother to 104, Quebec. Picard was an inveterate smoker, and scarcely ill for a day in his life. Fifteen of the twenty-six were women, and of the eleven males one was colored. cottage under the shadow of a church while a sister, 109 years old, is still alive steeple, which is supposed to be in in danger of falling when a high wind blows. At midnight, a few nights ago, when the wild winds blew fiercely, she got up aud dressed, called the children up and dressed them, and folded her arms with the remark: “ Now, then, if that steeple falls and hills us, people will know that we were a respectable family, anyhow. George, you brush up your hair a little more; and, Sarah, you your feet of the stove-hearth and your collar more to the left.” Not the Kind She Wanted. “ Are these young chickens ?” asked a lady of a market woman. “ Oh, yes, indeed, lady. They’re nice and tender—as fine as any you ever saw,” said the woman. “They don’t look like it,” remarked the customer, pinching one of them critically. “ It’s the honest Christian truth I’m telling you, lady. I raised ’em myself, and could give you their age to a day if my old man was here, for he put it down in the almanac the self-same day they were hatched. And they’re nice and fat, too, lady see,”—holding up the choicest in the lot. “You’re quite sure they are not tough, then ? Young chickens are some times nearly as tough as old ones, you know.” “ Yes, yes; very true. But I’m certain you’ll find these tender. I had a couple out of the same brood for dinner, Tuesday, and they were as nice as could be.” The customer opened her purse and took out a brand new trade dollar, as she placed her basket on the stall, and the market woman bustled around with a feeling of charity in her heart for all humanity, as she brought out a fresh quire of wrapping paper, and prepared to fill what she believed would be the biggest order of the morning. “ You’ll stand by what you said about those chickens?” queried the lady, pausing with the coin in her hand ; and I believe you are here every market, ain’t you ?” “Oh, yes, lady; I’d sooner have every one of ’em spile on my hands than to say a single word that wasn’t true, and if you don’t find it just as I told you, come back and get your money. ” “ They won’t do for me then,” said the lady, patting back the money and picking np her basket, “I want a fowl that’ll do to make soup of for a couple of days without falling all to pieces, and then do for pot-pie afterwards. Times are very hard, and it takes close figuring to keep boarders now-a-days without losing money.” The market woman watched the landlady in speechless wonder until her figure was lost in the crowd, and then she huddled down again over her char coal furnace and muttered : “Why didn’t I stick to the truth aud close out the lot to her. She may search this market over and not find anything that ever wore feathers that can stand bilin’ like these old roosters will. Well, well; honesty’s the best policy after all, bnt it don’t always look that way. Here you are, lady—chickens ? Jnst the thing for boarders. Three years old last fall, and tongher’n a boot-black.”— Cincinnati Breakfast Table. FARM, GARDEN AND HOUSEHOLD. A Chinese Dog Story. Siu Chun nourished iu his household a dog to which he was much attached. One day as Sin Chun was sleeping heav ily in a thicket, the governor of the province, who was out on a hunting ex pedition, chanced to pass, and ordered the grass of the thicket to be fired in order to frighten from it whatever game it might hide. The dog tugged at Sin Chun’s clothing, but could not arouse him ; then running to a stream hard by. plunged into it, and returning to where his master lay rolled himself over and over, wetting the grass. This perform ance he repeated several times, till he had so saturated the ground that his master was safe from the flames ; then, exhausted and cruelly burned, he laid down by his master’s side and died. Sin Chun, awakening, was not slow to comprehend the danger to which he had been exposed, and the means by which it had been averted. With many tears he carried home the body of the dog, wrapped it in a costly shroud, and placed it in a handsome tomb, which the gov ernor caused to be called ever afterward, ‘The Tomb of the Faithful Dog.” St. Louis was behindhand with its baby-show swindle, but it was a large one when it came. The manager adver tised lavishly, and promised to give away $3,000 in prizes : but on the last day of the exhibition he left the city, and the mothers got nothing. Mr. Somers’ Fortune. “Fay,” writing from Washington to the Louisville Courier-Journal, narrates the following curious story: A lady who was counting money sent to the treasury for redemption copied this from a $5 note: “ This is the last remnant of a fortune of $50,000, All of which I have lost gambling. Beware of faro banks. April 1, 1873. Charles F. Somers.” The next person who received the note wrote beneath: “ Well, you fool, you must be anxious to have the world know what an ass yon were.” Still another gives vent to his feelings upon this poor,persecuted piece of paper. He says: “How exquisite! How refined! How* really much more than altogether de lightful, delicious!” These choice bits of literature are a sample of the varied experience of a national bank note from the time it leaves the treasury until it returns and is consigned by fair hands to the tomb of destruction. A Queer Suit Decided. A queer suit has just ended at Bradford, Me., by the plaintiff, Ira Melendy, receiving damages of $5,500 from the town for injuries received on a highway. He asserted that his acci dent resulted in paralysis of his legs, so that they were dead as far as movement and feeling were concerned. The efforts of the defence were to show that he lied, and so medical experts were called, pins stuck into his legs, cuts made and ammonia applied and either given, yet he did not wince and his muscles did not contract. Some of the physicians testi fied that such a paralysis as he claimed was impossible; but the jury did not believe that a man could have nerve enough to stand such tests if there was any feeling in'^J r 'arts experimented upon, and gave Mi . ly the dam ages named. Aiirlrultiiral Exhibit at Pat-la. From the arrangements making for the purpose, it is evident that the United States will have a large and creditable display of farm products at the approach ing Paris exhibition. The commissioner of agriculture has the matter in charge, aud has made such progress that it is safe to make an enumeration of many articles that will be included in the ex hibit of the “ Universal Yankee Nation ” at an exposition which is to receive con tributions from most if not all civilized countries. For example, it is already announced that, in forestry, cuttings of every useful variety of timber which grows in this country will be so prepared that each cutting will show as far as practicable a section of the wood with the bark and grain, and also the finish which it is capable of receiving. The fruits and seeds of the same will also be exhibited. Special products of the forest will be shown, including the Southern moss, which is used in uphol stery, the palmetto and other woods, the fibres of which are used in the manufacture of paper. The list of ex hibits likewise comprises the dairy pro ducts of the North, with a model of a New England dairy ; honey, illustrating the improved method of bee culture ; tobacco in all its varieties, with illustra tions of its culture, curing and methods of preparation for use; maple sugar, with the sap and the syrup ; samples of all the varieties of essential oil manufactur ed in the United States ; nuts of every kind, indigenous as those which, having been brought from abroad, have been found to thrive in our soil. Fruits and their products will abound in the display—not only the common kinds which are grown in abundance, but also figs, oranges, citrons, raisins and persimmons, with the most approv ed methods of drying, preserving and canning both fruits and vegetables, a matter in which our people are far in advance of those of other countries. That “this is a great country for corn ” will be demonstrated by the exhibition of Indian com in all its features, from the South and West, with stalks ten to twelve feet high, to the Northern spe cies, which attains a height of only three or four feet, together with samples of all com products. Let us hope, therefore, that the pro posed display our American products at Paris will prove both creditable and beneficial, elevating the United States in the estimation of other nations, and opening new avenues and causing a greater demand for those staples which we can supply in abundance.—New York World. Recipe*. Apple Short Cake.—To cue quart of sifted flour add two teaspoons cream tartar and cue of soda, half a teaspoonful of salt, quarter of a pound of butter, sweet milk to mix it. Have a dough rather stiff, roll and bake in a sheet. As soon as baked split open the whole cake, spread one piece quickly with butter, cover with well-sweetened apple sauce, pour over some thick sweet cream, grate on nutmeg, place the other half on this, crust side down, spread with butter, cover with apple sauce, cream and nut meg. Vegetable Soup.—Take four potatoes, three turnips, one carrot and three onions ; cut them into small pieces and put them into a stew pau with a quarter of a pound each of butter aud ham and a bunch of parsley ; let them remain ten minutes over a brisk fire, add a large teaspoonful of flour ; mix well iu, moisten with two quarts of broth and a pint of boiling milk ; boil up, season with salt and sugar, run through a hair sieve, put into another stew-pan, boil again. Skim and serve with fried bread in it. Csacker Pudding.—Pour one quart of boiling milk over six soft crackers, let it stand till the crackers are very soft; then add four beaten eggs, half a pound of raisins, and salt, sugar and spices to taste. Steam three or four hours. Use brown sugax-. Potato Fritters.—Grate six cold boiled potatoes ; add one pint of cream or milk, and flour enough to make stiff as other fritters; the yolks of three eggs, then the beaten whites ; a little salt, and fry in hot lard. Mutton Chops.—Cut the saddle of mutton, separating each bone ; trim off the thin fat ; rub them over with yolk of egg and bread crumbs ; broil or fry them. Serve with gravy as for other chops. A Gambler’s Varying Luck. A gambler told this story to a Cincin nati reporter : ‘ ‘ There used to be an actor here who was a great gambler. His name was Johnny Mortimer. He was a member of the stock company at Pike’s in 1862. He was a magnificent dresser, and prided himself on being the best dressed man in town. One Decem ber night I saw him, after the play was over, come into a house at the corner of Vine and Fifth. He was dressed to per fection—overcoat, shining plug, cane, watch, big chain—everything gorgeous and the best. There were no players and the game was idle, but he made them open up for him. He bought $20 worth of chips, and lost. He changed in $20 more, and lost. He lost all his money and then offered his clothes. He was allowed $200 for his overcoat, and lost that. He passed over his coat and got $10 worth of chips, and lost. He played in his watch and chain, his vest, his hat, his cane—even his shoes and pantaloons—and got desperate. He asked me to go and get something for him to drink to keep him warm and get an old barrel for him to walk home in. He then offered his necktie as his lost chance, and was allowed fifty cents for it. His five chips won, and he struck a streak ; won his clothes back and came near breaking the bank. ” Care will kill a < living without it. Three Presidents lie buried in Ten nessee—Jackson, Polk and Johnson. The father, and not the husband, of a Russian woman, has supreme authority over her. Russia estimates that next year’s campaign will cost her about $400,000,- 000 in gold. In Mason county, Texas, sirloin steak is retailed for five cents per pound ; fiu$ fat turkeys, twenty-five cents per heath The poet was thinking of the bottom of an oyster stew when he wrote “ Little drops of water, little grains of sand. ” “I’ze right,” ahonted a military officer to his company. “Well,” grunted a green private, “ nobody said you wasn’* right.” The German faimers are complaining of large importations of Russian grain, which are swamping German markets and depressing prices. Messrs. Flood & O’Brien, the great mind owners of Nevada, propose to send to the Paris exhibition one solid brick of silver four feet square. It is suggested that one reason why so many marriages turn out so unhappily is because the bridegroom is never the “ best man” at the wedding. When it was said that Mars had three moons, it was remarked: “Think of young people living in a planet where there is no shady side of the street at night.” Hereafter the “ysung-man- who didn’t-know-it-was-loaded ” should be incarcerated in the penitentiary with the kindly sentiment of “ didn’t-think- you’d-mind-it.” The horseshoe at Niagara is now a right angle, rather than a cuTve. The rocks in the center have been eaten away from year to year, and now the side walls are crumbling. Russia’s captures during the war, as complied from official sources by Le Mende Basse, aggregate twenty-nine pashas, seven hundred and four cannons and 73,128 officers and men. There is an iron safe in Cincinnati which lay for six years on the bottom of Lake Erie with $20,000 in it. It was got by diving bell process, and now serves its old purpose in an express office. In Queen Victoria’s crown there aro 1,363 brilliant diamonds, 1,173 rose dia monds, and 147 table diamonds, one large ruby, seventeen sapphires, eleven emeralds,, fonr small rubies, and 237 pearls. To remove foreign bodies from the throat an English naval sturgeon recom mends blowing forcibly into the ear. Powerful reflex action is produced, dur ing which the foreign substax.ee is ox- polled. Blessed is the man who had ratheis^ subscribe for a newspaper than borrow one, aud blessed is he who when he bor rows one will return it without getting it soiled and bom.—McDuffie (Go.) Journal. She said it was a very bright idea. He said he knew a brighter one, and when she asked him what it was he answered, ‘ Your eye, dear!” There was silence for a moment; then she laid her head upon the rim of his ear and wept. Ht. Louis is to have a ten foot high statue of Shakespeare. The city fathers merely asked the sculptor if the deceas ed Shakespeare was a Chicago man, and when he said “ no,” they replied, “ All right, scnlp. the old stat. ”—Detroit Free Press. Henry Frederick, Earl of Arundel, born in 1608, was the first recorded Eng lishman with two Christian names, and it is probable that the practice of giving children two Christian names was utterly unknown in England before the acces sion of the Stuarts. The Wisconsin Teacher says: At a recent teachers’ examination in this State, an old teacher being asked wheth er this country was a Democracy, re plied: “No; but it wonld have been if Mr. Tilden had been elected. Since Mr. Hayes was elected it is a Republic. ” The Russians sent some seventy wagons with Turkish wounded to Erze- roum the other day, with General Hey- marm’s compliments to Mukhtar Pasha, and the message: “You kill my wounded, here are yours. Send back the wagons, as I need them.” The wagons were all sent back after discharg ing their load. In the old burying ground at Newport is a curious headstone, which chronicles the death of a son and daughter of Wil liam and Desire Tripp, “ also his wife’s arm,” ^amputated February 20, 1776. The age of the arm appears to be omitted, but it was doubtless interred with decent ceremonial. A portrait ol the arm is cut upon the gravestone. THE NEW WAY. Let rogues of low degree delight The old way to pursue, The master thief, a crafty wight, Will always choose the new." No Bourbon he, bnt quick to learn In Roguery’s modern school, And keen his interests to discern According to this rule: First, steal enough—of that bo sure— For margin ’gainst ill fate; Skedaddle to some spot secure, And then negotiate. When yon see a man with a long wil low switch in his hand, sneak cautiously down to the back fence, and stealthily pull himself up until his head is above the top of it, and then look anxiously, longingly, and with a disappointed ex pression withal, np and down and all around a vast, lifeless, uninhabited scope of vacant lot without a sign of human life abont, you may safely bet your little pile that there is a broken window in that man’s house and a twelve-year-old boy about a thousand miles away and still going. A Paper DueL A hot-headed Frenchman, who felt himself insulted by the remarks of a friend, wrote as follows : “ Dear Sir: Your remarks personal to myself are sojoffensive that I wish yon to consider your ears well cuffed. I expect to give satisfaction.” A few days afterward he received this reply: “ Dear sir: My ears tingle and I am mad clean through. I regret the provo cation, but I wish yon to consider your self run through the body with a broad sword, and laid out for immediato burial,” THIS PAGE CONTAINS FLAWS AND OTHER DEFECTS WHICH MAY APPEAR ON THE FILM