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AIKEN, S. C., THURSDAY, JANUARY 31, 1878.
$2.00 per Annum, in Advance.
[the weary miles
rixt these arms and thee
Eie sunshine of thy smiles,
anot see.
tpouring of the souls fond wish,
l meets Up in long ecstatic kiss,
atoagued, speak in the cheek’s
fbidden bliss;
moment’s calm, when passion's
breathes a softly-murmured sigh,
links, to hide what else would
Fom half-closed eye:
[id more, that tongue could never
as a memory chilled by absence
, frown,
She fierce throb of love's most passionate
swell
Is chastened down.
"Is chastened to that purer, calmer light,
Whose jower no* Time, nor Distance can
* oerveil,
For thy pure virtue and thy beauty’s might
O'er both prevail.
Like some lone star on
breast,
Thy imago shines in purity and peace,
And in the stillness of a soul at rest
All passions cease.
— Tinsley's Magazine.
mirrored lake's calm
AT HIS MERCY.
Between the two men with whom this
story is almost exclusively concerned
there had long been a clearly marked
difference of opinion on nearly every
vital question on which they had ever
discussed together—including even that
which involves the moral distinctions
between justifable homicide and down
right murder. Yet they had never
evinced any disposition t* avoid the so
ciety of each other, and when they met,
which had been rather frequently of late,
they chatted together pleasantly enough
on indifferent topics, and seemed content
to maintain a studied reticence whenever
a question was inadvertently raised upon
which their views were pretty certain to
be totally at variance. The elder of the
two men were called Otto Inklemann.
His father had been a somewhat noted
sausage maker in the Prussian town of
Halle, where Otto had been employed
as a boy in helping to vend the products
of the paternal skill at a certain pork-
shop not far from the venerable univer
sity which forms the chief feature of the
quaint old town by the Saale. Otto’s
education had been, however, by no
means so much neglected as might be
inferred from his humble position in
- life.
At the age of eighteen Otto Inklem/*'^,
growing tired of a life so distasteful to
him, forsook his father’s roof, and joined
a troop of strolling players that he en
countered in a small town not many
miles Lorn the Hartz mountains. These
enterprising 'wanderers proved equally
ready to presentjscenes from Schiller and
from Kotzebue, or to exhibit their sup
pleness and muscular power in the per
formance of those gymnastic feats which
are usually associated with the sawdust
of the country circus.
Even as a child, Otto had evinced a
singular liking for walking on the tops
of gates, and for running along the sum
mit of a very high wall which formed
one side of his father’s garden. As time
went on, this passion for climbing to
dangerous heights became so strong as
to lead him on one occasion to accom
pany a daring workman in his ascent to
repair the weather-cock of a neighboring
church. It was not at all surprising,
then, that the youth should accept with
avidity an offer made by one of the itin
erant company to teach him the art of
walking upon the tight-rope. So assid
uously and fearlessly, indeed, did Otto
Inklemaun pursue his new vocation that
five years had hardly elapsed ere his
astonishing nerve and skill had secured
for him engagements in every capital in
Europe. It was after a second very lu
crative tour of this kind that he made the
acquaintance, at Lyons, of Walter
Knight, the other individual referred to
by me at the outset. The men again met
at Paris, soon after, whither Otto had
gone to fulfill a somewhat lengthy en
gagement ; and it was toward the close
of his stay in that city that he became
the husband of his early love, Gretchen,
a fair-haired German girl, with a com
plexion in which ivory-white and the
pink of the blushing rose were pleasing
ly blended.
Walter Knight, the descendant of a
family which had figured prominently
during the wars of the Roses, was at
this time engaged as an assistant scene-
painter at a small theatre which used to
stand in a narrow street not far from the
Lexumbourg. He saw Otto Inklemann
frequently at a neighboring cafe, to
which the rope-walker daily went when
he sat down to his duintly-arranged de-
fauner; trom which he made it a rule
never to rise till the large gilded clock
which faced him had marked the lapse
of an hour and a half. To this meal, as
well as to dinner, Otto several times’in-
vited the young painter, for the former
was glad to have some one near him,
besides his wife, who could speak to him
in his native language, the only one in
which he was able to express himself
with clearness. Otto had a strong dis
like to any one who attached the slight
est importance to patrician lineage, and
this was one of the subjects which the
two friends mutually agreed to avoid.
But Gretchen was as yet unconscious of
this feeling on the part of her husband,
and she would sometimes, as she knew
hardly anything of the English and their
history, encourage Walter Knight to
speak of the country in which he was
bom, and he was thus insensibly led on
one occasion to touch briefly upon the
part which his family, in times long
since gone by, had played on more than
one well-fought field. The sneer, how
ever, which this recital brought to the
thin, pale lips of Otto Inklemann soon
reminded Walter Knight that the sub-
was a dis
ject which he had introduced
tateful one to his host.
Upon a certain afternoon, when the
young scene-painter had been maintain
ing a lively conversation with Gretchen,
the light-blue eyes of Otto Inklemann
were suddenly raised from the plate in
which he had been rather gloomily con
templating for some minutes h% untasted
strawberries, and asked abruptly:
“Do you find scene-painting a profit
able occupation ?”
Walter Knight turned from Gretchen
to the speaker, and looked at him with a
studied expression of surprised on his
face, not unmixed, however, with a shade
of annoyance. Unless a man is remark
ably successful in the career he has
chosen, he rarely likes to be questioned
as to the income yielded by his efforts.
Some such feeling as this prompted the
Englishman to reply, after a forced
laugh:
“Why do you ask that, Inklemann;
are you dissatisfied with the pecuniary
results of following your own calling,
and do you wish to begin the study of
my profession at the close of your Paris
engagement?”
“No,” answered the other, quietly
“ my performance on the high rope is
now bringing me in one thousand francs
each time I appear, and I don’t think
there is any other way open to me of
getting so large an income with so little
risk. ”
“So little risk!” echoed Walter
Knight, raising his eyebrows. “Oh,
yes ; now I catch the spirit of your grim
humor. There is merely the risk of
falling from a height considerable great
er than that of this house, and in such a
way meeting with certain death. ”
‘ ‘ I was alluding to the very remote
chance I ever have of losing a single
thaler of what I once earn. It would
not be so were I to invest my savings in
business, you know,’’explained the Ger
man, somewhat coldly.
“But, Otto, we have enough—oh,
surely enough—without your continu-
ble I” exclaimed Gretchen, covering her
eyes with h.ir hands, as if to shut out
some shocking vision.
“Would it, my little wife?” said the
rope-walker, dryly, as ho rose and took
a box of cigarettes from a side table—
Absorbed by these thoughts he forgot
to post his letter and at length turned
into the cafe where he had met Inkle-
mann that morning. Here he soon found
that the missing umbrella had been
taken charge of by the lady of the coun-
the
he did not smoke himself—and offered | ter who had received it from one of
them to his guest. Gretchen got up waiters.
from her chair also at this hint, and left | From this place he passed along some
the two men alone. of the boulevards, now crowded by toy-
“ It is agreed, then, that you are to j stalls. He was rejoined by Otto Inkle-
trust yourself to me this evening,” in- j mann at the entrance to their destina-
mg to endanger your
Gretchen, with a slight shiver and an
anxious glance at their guest.
When we first spoke of marriage,
Gretchen, you told me that it was my
courage, my daring, made you love me,
and now you speak of the performances
which have made me famous and yielded
us plenty of money, with a shuddering
dislike,” said Otto, in a cold, hard voice,
which brought a startled expression into
her deep blue eyes.
“Yes, at first, dear Otto; but now
that I am your wife I could wish that
you were anything rather than what you
are, ” she answered, earnestly.
“TLioit ic a pity.” ho said, sceeringly,
for you will have to be content wi»h
my way of life for the next few years,
anyhow. I like it. To me there is no
risk in it, I can walk upon a rope at any
height with just as much safety as I can
step across the floor of this room. But
I have a proposal to make to you, my
friend,” he added, turning to Walter
Knight, “and one which I think may
be made very advantageous to you. I
have been getting five hundred francs
extra a night during the past week for
this new exploit of mine with the wheel
barrow, but the man I wheel over the
rope hai fallen suddenly ill, so I was
told this morning, and it would take me
a considerable time to discover any one
with nerve enough to take his place.
Now, until the person I speak of recov
ers—I went up with him to the weather
cock of a church when I was a boy—I am
willing to divide the extra sum which 1
am to get, with you, if you will agree to
my wheeling you across the rope in the
barrow, during the performances of the
next twenty days. You would have
nothing to fear in my hands. ”
“ Oh, no! do not consent to that,
Herr Knight,” said Gretchen, quickly.
“You would turn giddy, and—and I
don’t at all approve of Otto’s new feat,
for you might—”
She stopped in some trepidation on
observing the strange look of expectancy
which was visible in her husband’s face.
“Well, go on. He might, what?”
asked Otto Inklemann, in a low. steadv
voice.
“Why, if I turned giddy I should i
cause the loss of your life as well as my
own. That is what your wife means, I
presume,” broke in Walter Knight.
“ But I don’t think that would be at all
likely, if I had determination enough to
look upward constantly.”
“ You have active courage enough, I
am certain,” said the rope-walker, after
a few moments’ silence, during which
he fixed his eyes searchingly on the face
of his friend. “But have you passive
courage ? Can yon resign yourself with
implicit confidence into my hands, and
regard yourself as a being who has no
right to have any opinion whatever
about the possibility of falling, save
that wliich I may choose to con
vey to you? For our undertaking
you must regard yourself as a mere
helpless mass, without the power of
voluntary movement, and dependent
upon me in every respect. Make up
your mind to be all this, and I can an
swer for it that you will be as safe as—
as you are at the present moment. ”
“ I Rave no doubt that I could shut
my eyes rh a precautionary measure,
and then—”
“ Yes, you might shut them at the
starting point; but I don’t think you
could keep them shut,” interrupted Otto
Inklemann.
terrogated Otto, after a short silence.
“ Y r es, ” replied Waiter Knight, who
had been looking abstractedly at the
time piece. * ‘ I am willing to take the
risk upon the terms of remuneration
you have mentioned. The fact is, I
have pressing need of two thousand
francs, and must have them ere the close
of next week. ”
“Very well, then, we must have a
rehearsal this afternoon with a net slung
a few yards below you; but, of course,
you understand that there will be no
need when we appear before the public
to-night,” said Otto.
“Perfectly. I take the risk in con
sideration with the gain,” answered the
other.
They parted a few minutes later, with
more cordial expressions of good feeling
on the part of Otto than the painter had
ever before received from his friend.
Otto soon after went out and walked
rapidly toward the building where he
now nightly performed. He overtook
Walter Knight, who had stopped to
speak to oue of the actors at the theater,
but when Otto had turned into another
street, and nearly reached the bottom of
it, he turned and retraced his steps; he
had forgotten to bring with him a pair
of velvet shoes which he wore during
his dangerous performance. When
within a few yards of his own door, he
saw the figure of a man upon the steps
in the act of pulling the bell. It was
that of Walter Knight. The German
touched him on the shoulder and said in
n thin, strained voice, “ Returned again
life,” pleaded bo soon, my dear
friend ! Why,
I should turn
how
1 >aok
replied Walter,
“I have never felt any nervousness,
even when standing at the edge of a
precipice,” remarked the painter.
“Then I am quite willing to wheel
you across the rope and back. But re
member,” said Otto slowly and clearly,
“that if you become, contrary to my
expectation, frightened, and try to bal
ance yourself, by leaning either to one
side or the other, I shall be obliged, for
my own sake, to drop the handles of the
wheelbarrow and abandon yon to vour
fate.”
“ Oh, Otto, that would be too horri-
did you know that
for my shoes ?”
“I didn’t know it,
simply.
“ I believe you,” said Otto, quickly
suppressing the outburst of a bitter
laugh into which he had been betrayed,
and changing it to a cough.
“ I came back for my umbrella, which
I left here,” explained the painter.
“ I rather think you hadn’t one; we
shall see. ”
They entered the house, but their
search for the missing article was in
vain.
~ v Ah, well,” said Vvaltw-, th&y ouoo
more reached the street, “ I must have
left it on oue of the tables at the cafe.”
Otto smiled, and then he asked, with
something of eagerness in his manner:
“ You will not fail me at the last mo
ment to-night ? It would not do to dis
appoint a large audience in carnival
time, you know. That kind of thing is
apt to make one unpopular, and might
cause a row. You must come, now. ”
Walter laughed as he said:
“ I am too much in want of the money
to miss the chance of earning such a
sum lightly.”
Again they parted, to meet in an
hour’s time for the rehearsal. No
sooner had Walter passed through the
preliminary ordeal than he hastened to
his lodgings and wrote a lengthy let
ter to his sister at Pimlico. An excerpt
from his epistle will sufficiently indicate
the nature of its contents :
“So with this money I can pay off
the liability that poor Charles has con
tracted, and prevent the arrest that he
j dreads so much. With the balance I
shall return next mouth to London, and
I marry ray faithful Sally. But do not
; say a word about all this to her. I will
! do that myself when the proper time
comes.”
Having placed a postage stamp uuou
this letter, he put it into the breast
pocket of his coat, intending to drop
his missive into a boite avx left res,
which was let into the wall of a house
close to his own residence, not long
after he descended to the hall door and
had just opened it when he saw Gretchan
standing without. She was pale, and
her eyelids had that redness which tells
of many tears. It seemed to Walter
that she had been waiting irresolutely
at the door.
“Herr Knight,” she said, in a hurried
voice, speaking as she always did to him
in her native language. “ I have come
to advise you, to implore you, not to
trust yourself on that fearful rope. I
cannot tell yon all my reasons for dread
ing some fatal result. But believe me
when I say that your life— ”
“ There is not the slightest risk if he
does what is right,” said a voice.
She turned with a half suppressed
scream, and saw that her husband was
almost at her side. He had crossed over
uuperceived from an archway nearly op
posite, where he had been hidden from
view while his wife had been waiting.
“Come, Gretchen,” Otto went on in
a cheerful well modulated voice, “ ns a
reward for your continued anxiety about j
my good friend’s safety we shall insist
on you witnessing our performance your
self this evening. Let us go home now,
my little wife, it is almost time that I
should prepare for the rope. I shall
expect to see you,” he added, as he
nodded to Walter Knight, “ in an hour’s
time. The husband of Gretchen then
led her away by clasping one of her
arms just above the elbew.
Walter Knight thought it somewhat
strange that she should exhibit so much
nervousness respecting the risk he was
about to run, when her husband was
nightly in the habit of encountering a
peril equally great. But the young
painter soon came to the conclusion that
the course she had just taken had been
prompted by some suddenly awakened
fear that her husband’s safety would be
placed in unusual jeopardy by having a
new occupant of the wheelborrow.
tion.
The vast building, with its tier upon
tier of boxes, was' crowded when Otto
made his appearance. He was watched
with breathless interest as he placed
Walter Knight in the barrow, and ran
the grooved wheel on the chalked rope
which was stretched from one side of the
house to the other, and at a height but
little below that of the lofty ceiling.
When the rope-walker had accomplished
half the distance across, he stopped, as
was his custom, and the applause be
came general and continuous. In spite
of the noise in the house, Walter soon
became conscious that Otto was speak
ing to him.
“ You are able to hear me, are you
not, Walter Knight?” said Otto at
length.
“ Oh, yes; but I fear that my nerves
are not quite strong enough to admit of
turning my head round to look at you,
even if that were not contrary to orders. ”
“ Listen, but do not move; the slight
est movement on you part would be the
signal for your death,” was uttered by
Otto in a tone almost fierce.
“ Then I will take particular care uot
to wink even,” answered Walter, firmlv
“Now, attend. Your secret is known
to me,” said the rope-walker.
“What secret?” asked the other, in a
tone of wonder.
“ The secret of your love.”
“That can have no interest for you,
Inklemann,” rejoined Walter, who now
began to experience an undefined dread,
“ You think that I don’t love my wife
sufficiently for that, do you ?” demanded
Otto, in a deep voice, that had some
thing tragic in its notes. “You shall
soon be undeceived then.”
“I think nothing of the kind,” re
plied Walter quickly.
“Immaterial. You shall die all the
same within the next few minutes.”
“Are you mad?” cried Walter, on
whose forehead a profuse perspiration
had suddenly broken out.
“Yes, I think I am,” said Otto
bitterly, “ but that is not to the pur
pose. To be brief, my wife, has been
false to me. Your return to my house
to-day, when you unexpectedly en
countered me, Her anxiety for your
A RAILROAD HORROR.'
safety, these and fifty other things that
I have noticed—all prove my suspicions
v ere correct. ”
“What frenzy is this which has
seized you ?”
“ Remember that you are completely
at my mercy and make a clean breast of
it, before yon lie a mass of broken
bones on those empty iron chairs be
neath us. It will be regarded as a
pure accident by the audience, and I
shall be avenged. I have suspected you
both for sometime past, but not till
to-day did I feel quite [certain. A« I
look down upon you sitting there, I can
almost see the letter which I am sure
she gave you at your door. It was
peeping from the breast pocket of your
coat, as I was putting you into the
barrow. Now, tell me how long this
has been going on, or I will drop the
handles I hold, and send you headlong
below. ” This last sentence wa i hissed
through Otto’s clenched teeth.
“Inklemann,” said the painter in
that thick broken voice, which proceeds
from a throat parched by feverish
emotion, “you are the victim of a de
lusion, the offspring of a wildly jealous
nature. Your wife, even if I had seen
her when she was Fraulien Schultz
would never have made any impression
on my heart. I am, in fact, engaged to
a woman whom I love dearer than all
the world beside, and this very letter
you speak of, which I forgot to post on
my way hither, would prove what I say,
if you could see it.”
“Then let me see it,” said Otto,
doubtfully.
“I cannot; it would be death, yon
know, were I to move,” replied Walter
Knight.
“All false; a mere trick to gain time.”
“ Wheel me to the other side, and
then 1 solemnly promise to show you
the letter. As to the umbrella, ask at
the cafe if I did not find it there an hour
ago.”
The applause had gradually subsided,
but the strains of a large military band
beneath, still rendered their voices audi
ble to none but themselves.
“ No, you would then escape me; but,
stop, I can balance you with one hand,
resting a leg of the barrow on the rope.
With the other hand I can take the let
ter from you, and read sufficient of it for
my purpose, if you can hand it to me
steadily over your left shoulder. Bn
beware of too sudden a movement, either
to one side or the other, if you would
not loose you life sooner than I intend. ”
The letter was handed open to Otto
Inklemann, amid the fresh outbursts of
applause from the audience, who sup
posed that this new and difficult feat
had been duly practiced for their delec
tation.
“ Now you can murder me,” said
Walter Knight, “ if you choose; but my
last words will be, I’m quite innocent
of the charge you have made against
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me.
“ I am satisfied that you at least are
not to blame. Perhaps I have been al
together mistaken,” said Otto Inkle
mann, doubtfully; and then he wheeled
his burden in safety to the other side of
the house.
But Walter did r,<>t sligain trust bisli 1 ^
to the rope-walker, :uia1 the painter hat
therefore to wait two) years 1<
he wedded the woiuaya of his choice,
A Train of Car. Filled with People Pinna-
inft Thranch a Hridce—.llany Killed
and Wonnded.
The recent terrible railroad accident
in Connecticut is thus described : An
excursion train, consisting of two loco
motives, a baggage car, six paesenger
coaches and two freight cabooses, and
packed to suffocation with men and
women, left Hartford .at twenty minutes
past nine o’clock for Millertou, N.Y.,
the other terminus of the road, and way
stations. Three-fourths of the passen
gers were women and cne-fourth men,
representing the better class of people
along the line of the road. The object
of the excursion w r as to attend one of
the services of the Moody and Sankey
meetings, held in the rink of this city,
and the excursionists were, in a friendly
and companionable mood, beguiling the
night ride with conversation and sacred
songs. At Bloomfield and Tariffville a
score of passengers were dropped, and
the train then entered the Farmington
flats, a stretch of low ground tlirough
which flows tho river of the same name,
and bounded on either hand by the
Talcott Hills.
Half a mile beyond Tariffville the
train- reached a long Howe truss bridge,
two spans of which were supported in
the middle by a stone pier of solid
masonry. The first span was crossed in
safety, but when the locomotive reached
the middle 6f the second span, the right
side suddenly sank away beneath them.
The impetus of the train carried the
engine to the further shore, the leader
turning a complete somersault, and
landing on the further bank upon its
top, while the other engine plunged
straight forward and fell over upon the
side. The baggage car and three pass
enger cars followed in a disordered pile,
the first named leaping clear of the
others, while the foremost passenger
car was crushed beneath the other two.
Upon them fell a portion of the broken
bridge, the iron girders and cross
pieces tearing through the light wood
work of the cars and making havoc
among the occupants. The rest of the
train remained upon the track.
As the bridge silently settled beneath
the too heavy load, there was a sudden
catching of breath among the passengers,
but no outcry. Then came the blind
ing crash. As the cars piled promiscu
ously upon oue another, a cry of terror,
broke from the passengers, followed al
most immediately by loud cries for as
sistance, as the heavy bridge girders tore
their way through the masses of human
ity piled in the bottom of the cars. The
shock of the fall put out the lamps, and
as the horrified passengers poured out
of the uninjured cars on the bridge, they
were almost rendered powerless by the
sounds of terror and suffering which
came to them out of the dark recesses of
the wreck. _
Immediately the uninjured began to
crawl out from doors and windows, and
before long the rescue of the wounded
began. The sound of the falling train
"was neard in the distant village of Tarift-
ville. The church bells were rung, and
soon the entire town had turned out to
render assistance to the wrecked com
pany. Fires were built on the ice. and
sledges were improvised from saplings
and car cushions, upon which those most
seriously injured were drawn away to a
place of safety. But the work lacked
system, and little had been accomplished
when a special train containing medical
assistance arrived from Hartford. The
horror of the scene was increased by the
intensely cold wind which blew from the
north, retarding the wox - k of rescue and
freezing stiff the clothes of those luck
less passengers who had fallen under the
water. The reinforcements from Hart
ford worked with a will, and soon cleared
the wreck of all who were living. These
were cared for in the neighboring farm
houses and in the uninjured cars.
Everything needful was furnished, all
selfishness seeming to be forgotten in
the common cause of humanity.
One thing was commented on with
great thankfulness : the absence of fire,
so frequently an awful accompaniment
in accidents of this sort. As soon as the
wounded were cored for, search was in
stituted for the dead. The bodies of
two wounded ladies, Miss Hettie Me-
Cargan and Miss Allen, were first found,
and soon afterwards that of [Miss Mc-
Cargan’s sister Mary. The remains of
Mrs. Benjamin Carman were recovered
soon after, and also that of Jeanette
Warner, of Canaan. These five women,
still in their frozen garments, bore no
trace of bodily injury, all of them, seem
ingly, having perished by drowning.
Five young men from New Hartford,
among the killed, were of a party of six
who were on the platform of the car en
joying the moonlight ride and whistling
in chorus. The only survivor of the
six had left the party and was inside at
the time of the accident. About thir
teen persons were killed and and fifty
wounded.
FARM, HARDEN AND HOUSEHOLD. ’ An Indian Rabbit Drive in NevatUu
A recent traveler describes the annual
“ rabbit drives ” of the Flute Indians in
Nevada : From five hundred to a thou
sand head of game, if we may so use the
If by improper or injudicious feeding eX p re8 8ion, are caught in one hunt. A
| Y-shaped fence is put up, made of slight
saplings, across which is stretched a
| wide-meshed net, woven of hemp or
willow-bark, held down to the ground
by weights ; and in the angle of this in
closure an Indian or two takes up his
position, while the rest of [the band, in
numbers as large ns they can muster, in-
I eluding the squaws and children, stall
off to hunt the game. At a distance of
1 ten or twelve miles iioni Hie trap they
| start the “ drive ”—that is to say, the
full harvest moon is i entire company scatters itself into a
| wide semi-circle, and with whoops and
Farm Notes.
A fat calf is 62.3 per cent, water and
37.7 of dry substance.
at any period in the life of a cow she
was made to take on an excessive
amount of fat, the cow would ever after
be prone to the secretion of fat, to the
detriment of milk.
Here is a poem on a melon, by
a Persian post, Adsched of Meru :
Color, taste and -smell, smargdus, sugar and'
musk—
Amber for the tongue, for tho eye a pietuiv
rare—
If you cut the fruit in slices, every shoe a cre
scent fair—
If you leave it whole, the
there.
It is much easier to keep a cellar in . yells, falls to beating the sage-brush, or
good and cleanly order, and everything low saplings, if the ground be wooded,
neat in the place, than to allow the ac- i with sticks and clubs. Then the fright
cumulation of decaying matter, and
afterwards to be compelled to clean it all
out, with the danger of disease from
bad air superadded.—Country Gentle
man.
There should be a large stencil plate
for marking meal bags, grain sacks and
similar articles, and a smaller rubber
stamp for printing the owner’s name on
hoes, shovels, rakes and the many small
tools which are often lent, often used
away from the house and consequently
liable to be lost or stolen.
The woods which are heavier than
water are Dutch box, Indian cedar,
ebony, lignumvitie mahogany, heart of
oak, pomegranate and vine. Lignum-
vitae is one-third heavier ; pomegranate
rather more. On the other hand, cork
having a specific gravity of twenty-
four, and popular 38.3, are the lightest
woody ^products.—Germantown Tele-
graph.
Nature has shown to us two paths
ened rabbits start up by the hundred,
and are forthwith chased by the shriek
ing, hooting hunters, with wild flour
ishing of sticks and waving of all their
rags, down towards the trap. Gradu
ally contracting their ranks around the
drove of flying creatures, they close
them fairly into the netted inclosure,
whence escape is impossible. To add to
their bewilderment, the men within the
trap start up with yells rivaling those of
the hunters outside, and the luckless
rabbits, dashing themselves against the
net to force a way out, fasten their
heads in the meshes and are fixed there.
When every one is a prisoner the brave
huntsmen quietly make the tour of the
net, and with their sticks dispatch the
game, which the squaws in their turn
collect and ‘ ‘ pack ” home to the lodges.
And then follows a great feast of rabbit
meat, and after that the squaws have
their hands full of work in the making
of robes and cloaks out of the soft,
downy, gray skins. And the rabbits
which lead to a knowledge of agriculture | that are “ left over,” so to speak, among
experience and imitation. Preceding
husbandmen, by making experiments,
have established many maxims. The’r
posterity generally imitate them ; but
we ought not only to imitate others, but
make experiments, not directed by
chance, but by reason.— Varro.
An Indian Hand HUH.
In the East Indies hand-mills are still
in general use, and oftener turned by
woman than by men. Their construc
tion is so very simple, that it appears
almost incredible the quantity of
required fur suen nirTnUHensepopuia-
the sage-brush, have a rest from perse
cution until the next fall. The Indians
value a rabbit-skin robewery highly, and
much prefer them to blankets, though it
takes a good deal of time and patience to
make one. This work, however, is all
done by the squaws, and is taken as a
matter of course by the “ bucks ” of the
tribe.
“The Golden Hand.”
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Andrew Johnson and the Dog.
A Greenville neighbor of Andrew
Johnson owned a dog which was a
favorite of the ex-President’s. The day
before he died he stroked the animal
upon the head, saying, “ Prince, you
and I are getting old ; we are uot long
for this world.” This was Sunday ;
Monday night he died, a short distance
from Greenville, and Wednesday a train
brought his remains home. “Prince”
was at the depot, and the car containing
Johnson’s remains ran over the faithful
dog, crushing out his life. This recalled
vividly what the ex-President had said
only three days before. It is said that
during the first two years of his Green
ville life after hie return from the Presi
dency he was as restless as a caged lion,
walking about the streets without
employment, and apparently deeply
miserable with the long days hanging
upon his hands, and no way to take care
of the time congenial with his tastes.
he
Dangers of the Telephone.
A young man from Syracuse brought a
couple of telephones and a coil of wire
rope to Rome last week, and in the
evening he went around to a house where
a girl lives, and whistled softly until one
of the upper windows was opened, as
expe~tod b would be. Then l:e
one of the telephones up in
and whispered into ♦*' e
ment, J ‘”
-ear came the answer, '
ere, and if you’ll wait till I
boots on you’ll think you’re < !
the next world by fifty thousand
ty. ” He had hit the wrong
'Pome (N. Y^Sentinel.
tion should be ground by handfuls. The
mill is merely composed of two rough-
hewn circular stones, whose size seldom
exceeds thirty inches in diameter, gen
erally smaller. The under stone Las au
iron spike, of about two or three inches
in circumference, fixed firmly in it, to
serve as a pivot to the upper one, which
has a hole in the centre, of from three
to four inches in diameter, cut out of
the stone, where—as the mill turns
quicker or slower, according to the de
gree of fineness required in the flour—the
grain is put in by the hand on account
of the flour coming out all round the
edgjs, the mill is generally placed on a
floor prepared purposely by those who
deal in flour. In private families they
will spread under it a clean cloth, which
the friction usually wears into holes in
a very short time. To keep the upper
stone in its proper place, a piece of
strong wood is inserted across the up
per stone, in which is a hole, lined with
iron, just large enough for it to turn on
the spike of the under stone easily.
There is also in some a wooden handle
fixed upright, in the upper stone near
the edge; often merely a finger supplies
the place of a handle. These mills are
easily turned by oue person; but if a
large quantity of corn is required to be
ground, two are usually employed. The i
washing and drying of wheat—which it j
requires, from the corn not
threshed but trod out by bullocks, uu
muzzled—the sifting of the flour, and
the turning of the mill is the occupation
of woman.
('OWM.
The London Milk Journal says:
That cows have memory, language, signs
and means of enjoying pleasant associa
tions,combining for aggressive purposes,
has been recognized, but scarcely to the
extent the subject merits. Traveling in
Italy, many years ago, we visited some
of the large dairy farms in the neighbor
hood of Ferrara. Interspersed among
much of the low-lying, unhealthy laud,
remarkable for the prevalence on it of
very fatal forms of anthrax in the sum
mer season, are fine, undulating pasture-
lauds, and the fields are of great extent.
We happened to stop at a farm-house
oue fine autumn afternoon, when the
cows were about to be milked. Abed
of over one hundred were grazing home
ward. The women took their positions
with stool close to the house, and ns the
cows approached names were called out,
which at first were thought addressed to
the milk-maid. Rora, Florenza, Giula,
Sposn, and many names which were
noted by us at the time, were called out
by the overseer, or one of the women ;
and we were astonished to see cow after
cow cease feeding or chewing her cud and
make direct, sometimes at a trot, for the
woman that usually milked her. The
practice we found was not confined to
one farm. All the cows on each farm
knew their respective names, and took
up their position in the open stall just
as readily as the members of some lar ( "~
herds in this country, turning f rom the r
fields,take up their — •. m their s^tslor*
The Brussels police are much elated at
flourIjjM-oaptanroi a female pickpocket who
is reputed to be the ablest operator iu
that line, and is known by the sobriquet
of ‘ ‘ The Golden Hand. ” This artist and
her husband work in concert, and have
quite a European reputation. Berlin,
Vienna, London and Paris have in turn
been the scene of their exploits; indeed,
the lady boasts that she has made the
tour of the world. In Paris they have
spent eleven years, but, though roboing
actively all the time, their operations
were conducted with such marvelous
skill and cunning that no robbery could
ever be brought home to them, How
ever, the fatal day came last month. A
detective who was shadowing Madame
T’Servranex saw her approach a lady at
the Northern railroad, who was buying
her ticket. The “Golden Hand” fol
lowed the passenger, and just as she was
entering the railroad carriage, she, too,
appeared intent on doing the same. This
caused a little embarrassment, which
ended by Madame T’Servranex graceful
ly giving way, and presently leaving the
station. “ Have you your purse ?” ask
ed the detective. “ Gracious, it’s gone,
and full of money, too, ” was the answer.
“The Golden Hand ” was arrested a few
minutes later, and her husband con
gratulated the officer iu most flattering
terms.
Brain Stimulant.
The best possible thing for a man to
being q 0 w } icn fie feels to weak too carry any
thing through is to go to bed and sleep
as long as he can. This is the only re
cuperation of brain power, the only
actual recuperation of brain force; be-
c mse during sleep the brain is in a state
of rest, in a condition to receive and
appropriate particles of nutriment from
the blood, which takes the place of
those which have been consumed by
previous labor, since the very act of
thinking burns up solid particles, as
every turn of the wheel or screw of the
steamer is the result of consumption by
fire of the fuel in the furnace. The
supply of consumed brain substance
can only be had from the nutritive par
ticles in the blood which were eaten
previously, and the brain is so consti
tuted that it best can receive and ap
propriate to itself those nutritive parti
cles during the state of rest, of quiet,
and stillness of sleep. Mere stimulants
supply nothing iu themselves; they
goad the brain, and force it to a greater
consumption of its substance, until it is
so exhausted that there is not power
enough left to receive a supply.
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to a Horse.
11a 1*.idler, who is figuring
oe msuo a notary public of this dis
trict, is a New Hampshire lady. She
wears on her bosom a large round pin,
in which is set a large miniature of a
fine black stallion, a pet of hers,to whichi
she has willed 310,000, and the interest
of that amount is appropriated to his
perfect care and keeping as long as he
lives, with a suitable sum for a hand-
•some burial.— Washington Post.
A Girl with a Will.
She lives at Ottawa, Canada, says the
Detroit Free Press, and this is how she
managed it: She thought it would be
just os well to commence housekeeping
right away, and begin the new year
with training up her husband in the
way he should go, but her fatlm
thought differently. Sojjbo—■'WVfEed
nil friends i<j, ..tW**~^vedding at a
certain, ohwreri at a given hour. Of
i-eonrse there was a big crowd, including
the angry father, who was prepared lo
forbid the bans with a shotgun. Mean
while the young lady and her adored
William went to another church and
were quietly married, and as they left
the sacred edifice she remarked that
where there was a Will there
way.
Items of Inter
Fruitful acres—hollow
There are 1,800,000 segars
ally in the United States.
A pretty hood—childhood,
expensive hood—womanhood, -
A Swedish exploring expedition wf ’
start for the north poleii May. -r
“ What is a smile ?” asked a man of a
little girl. “ The whisper of a laugh,”
said she.
Germany, Turkey and Brazil will
probably not take part in the Paris ex
position.
Gassaway is the name of the
singer of Texas who has written a pociu
of 15,437 lines.
Mary E. Booth, daughter of Juniufc-
Brutus Booth, has gone on the stage in
Philadelphia.
Why didn’t he eat up the whole desk ?
We rafer to the anaconda who swallowed
a pigeoiKwhole.
That was « very enterprising news
paper that tried to secure the report*,
from the pistols.
The reason why whales trequeni' tqj
north pole is because they supply the
“ northern lights ” with oil.
It needs considerable moral courage
for a man who is courting to map out V
and try to grow a pair of side whiskgrs', ^
The man who sets type takes more
interest in a blank line.than in the most-??
uolished editorial that can be produced, -y'
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There are about one million operator
engaged in the iron industries of the
United States. The entire value of
manufactured iron for one year is $900 -
00,000.
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—Courier-Journal.
The principal articles exported from
the United States to Europe are grain,
pork, lard, savings bank presidents,
meat, butter heiresses, weather predic
tions and horses.
Mr. Smith, who has to lug a scuttle
of coal up stairs tliree times a day, reads
with prospective joy the announcement
that the coal-fields of the world will be
exhausted in 2,000 years.
GLOOM.
“ The darkest day in all the year ?—
The rest will then be lighter.,
The saddest day ?—then banish fear ;
To-morrow will be brighter.”
Two hundred and twenty street lamps
at Providence, R. I., which extend over
a distance of nine miles, are now lighted
and extinguished by electricity, in less
than fifteen
An inquisitive boy in Iowa wished tc
hear how bird shot sounded when it
whizzed out of the muzzle of a gun.
Hereafter he will travel through this
beautiful world ornamented with £u
leather ear.
The aggregate steam motive po\jer at
present in use in the world is 3,500.000
horse power employed in stationary
engines, and 10,000,000 horse power in
locomotive engines, making a total of
13,500,000 horse power.
The love of glory, the fear of shame,
the design of making a fortune, the de
sire of rendering life easy and agreeable
and the humor of pulling down other
people are often the cause of that valor
so celebrated among men.
The Wisconsin Teacher saysT
recent teachers’ examination in this
State, an old teacher being asked wheth
er this country was a Democracy, re
plied: “No; but it would have been if
Mr. Tilden had been elected. Since
Mr. Hayes was elected it is a Republic.”
The expenses of Stanley’s great Afri
can journeys, just concluded, nave been
about $115,000, borne equally by the
New York Herald and London TWe-
graph —more than any previous African
expedition, private or governmental,
and giving more complete and import-
nat results than any other.
The Russians sent some seventy
wagons with Turkish wounded to Erze-
roum the other day, with General Hey-
mann’s compliments to Mukhtar Pasha,
and the message: “You kill my
wonnded, here are yours. Send back
the wagons, as I need them.” The
wagons were all sent back after discharg
ing their load.
The American people are the greatest
readers iu the world. They read any
thing almost, and everything. Africa
just now is a popular subject, and many
books treating of it are issued. All of
them describe one of the sea-coast tribes
who use buttons for money. This pe
culiarity makes such a deep impression
on the minds of many readers, that when
they go to church Sundays they thought
lessly put buttons in the collection box
instead of cash.
Liebig on wines : Tho following is a
translation of a paragraph found in the
writings of Professor Von Liebig, the
distinguished German chemist : The
white wines are hurtful to the nervous
system, causing trembling, confusion of
language and convulsions. The stronger
wines, such as champagne, rise quickly
iu the head, but their effects are only of
short duration. Sherry and strong
eider are more quickly intoxicating than
the generality of wines, and they have a
peculiar influence on the gastric juices
of tho stomach. The intoxication of
beer is heavy and dull, but its use does
not hinder the drinker from gaining
flesh. The drinkers of whisky and
brandy are going to certain death.
A singular death from starvation took
place at Rockville, Conn., recently.
About a year ago a Scotchman named
Montgomery, overseer in a gingham
mill there, who had been iu poor healtl
for some time, applied to tho Hartford
hospital for treatment, and it was found
that the passage leading from the
stomach to the abdomen was growing
up. A tube was introduced for tho
purpose of opening a passage, and the
experiment was for a time successful,
but the effect was uot permanent, and
for some months he took no food except
liquid through this tube. He gradually
wasted away, but was at his place in the
mill five days before he died.
A correspondent of the Richmond
(Va.) Dispatch tells the following anec
dote of the war: “ On one of our marches
in the earlvsiiriwg; when a chilling rain
ailing for days, and the slush
was almost waist deep, my command,
j utterly wretched and broken down, was
j struggling along as best it could under
I such circumstances. Worn out myself,
I I crept into a fence-corner to rest awhile.
Presently I saw a solitary straggler
coming slowly up the road. He seemed
almost exhausted—his shoes wwre go ,v *'
and his feet cut and bleeding, f -‘iY
struck with his appearance, for thr<. __
all its wretchedness shone the indomita
ble spirit of the Southern soldier—the
man who would be found at his post, or
else dead in the attempt to reach it. I
watched him closely, and as he dragged
himself slowly past, I heard him mutter
ing to himself: ‘Bless me if I ever I-Vd
another country.’”
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