The Abbeville messenger. (Abbeville, S.C.) 1884-1887, November 02, 1886, Image 2
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Consolation*
"Became dork c'.oudi have crossed tho sky
Shall the sua refuse to shine}
Because the morning has been wot ,
May evening not be flae?
Sometimes the night has raylesa been?
Shall sars^forgot to glisten?
Although the winter has been drear,
To summer birds we listen.
My life has sometimes raylesa been,
Enshrouded sorry grief;
May never time s assuaging hand
Bring softly sweet reliof.
Although my soul bo overwhelmed
With buffettings of soriow.
Shall my weak heart ne'er stronger grow,
Or see a glad to-morrow.
Ah, yes, God showers tho selfish soul
With sorrow's bitter rain;
The purest heights are often reached
Through suffering and pain;
And deepest griefs in love wore meant
To purify and strengthen;
The souls that opens toward God
Grows as life's st adows lengthen.
?Fleleti M, Win slow.
" BLUE MONDAY."
If ever a blue Monday dawned upon
the terrestrial ball, it was this thirteenth
day of September, 18?.
The equinoctial had como before it8
time, with a rush of angry rain borne on
the wings of a morning wind; the kitchen
chimney smoked rancorou-ly, and the
cuttle leaked a 6teady "drip, drip, drip!"
directly over the roses and tulips of the
beit-room carpet.
u ibguiui opon vi winner," said Air.
Crayfish, chuckling, as ho shaved himself,
with one of the children playing
horse with his suspenders, and the other
packing different-sized marbles into the
toe of his slipper.
But Mr. Crayfish, as his wife scornfully
remarked, would chuckle at anything.
"I am sure I don't know what is to
becomo of me I" said she, sorrowfully.
' With Bridget gone, and the lauge out
of order, and thin terrible rain, and not
a washerwoman to be had for love or
money 1 And your Aunt Pamela writing
thatshe is coming here tospjnd the winter,
and my report not yet written for
the Woman's Elevation Society, and
Mrs. Ponsonby sending word that she
shall expect mo to givo an ajsthetic tua,
or a literary breakfast, in honor of young
Lord Ernest Elbcron, now that he is
here gathering material for hi* book on
'Woman's Upward Progress.' "
"Hang progress!" said Mr. Crayfish,
emptying the marbles out of his slipper
toe.
"Yes, that's just like you, Leander,"
said Mrs. Crayfish, fretfully. "If you
had your way, you would tread us all
under foot, like inferior beings."
4'In the meantime," said Crayfish, "I'd
like my breakfast."
And his wife went slowly and despondtsntiy
down stairs, wondering how she
, uJjouOI get word to the plumber about
*"*" the range.
But the milkman,opportunely presenting
himself, volunteered to leave an order
at the plumber's shop.
"I must get something done on the report
to-day," she pondered, as she sliced
up potatoes for frying. "Mrs. Edgeworth,
from Chicago, is to be at tomorrow's
meeting, and? Oh, dearl" as
the knife slipped, inflicting a sharp little
gash on her finger. "I knew there was
destined to be a blue Monday when the
decorated lamp-shade cracked, all of
itself, before daylight this morning 1"
And Mrs. Crayfish, forgetting all about
her ^'Elevation" and "Aims," burst into
tears, as any milk-maid might havo
A
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The range obstinately declined to cook;
the chimney poured clouds of smoke
down into Mrs. Crayfish's face; and the
family breakfasted upon yesterday's oatr,m
. meal, with a little milk.
"Is this aesthetic?" said Mr. Crayfish;
"or is it literary?"
"Leander, how can you?" sobbed his
wife.
"I'll stop myself and jog that
plumber's memory," said Mr. Crayfish,
good humoredly. "Don't fret, Carry 1
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m win uc an riguc."
"I wish you would not call me Carry,
-when my name is Carolina 1" said Mrs.
Crayfish.
Just at noon the door-bell rang.
'Who is it?" shrieked Mrs. Crayfish
to the littlo Crayfishes, who were stretching
their necks out of tho front window.
"It's a young man, with a black
loAther bag, mat" shouted back the
youthful scions of the race.
"That everlasting pumberl" said Mrs.
Crayfish.
"I'll teach him I"
>And with her kitchen apron swallowing
her in its sombre folds, and her hair
*11 bristling in porcupine papers, Mrs.
Crayfish hurried to the door.
"Do I address Mrs. Leandcr Crayfish?"
began the young man. ^
"I should rather think you did 1" said |
Mrs. Crayfish, tartly. "And if this is i
the wav vmi intend frono?,.? 1 : '
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I want nothing more to do with you 1" j
*1 am very sorroy, ma'am, but?w
"I dnre sayi" curtly interrupted
Mrs. Crayfish. . "But I don't want to
listen to any excuses. Be so very good,
if you please, as to come down stairs at
once and get to work, without further
loss of time."
And she led the way (down to the
kitehen, talking volubly as she went*
But before die could explain the manHold
shortcomings of the delinquent
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range, the door-boll sounded frr tlie
second time, loud und long, nod Mrs.
Crayfish was obliged to hurry up stairs
onco moro.
This time it was an old lady, stout and
red-faced, with puffs of grny hair on
oither side of her face, and her portly
tlguro shrouded in a waterproof clotk.
"Aunt Pamela, as truo as I live I" cried
Mrs. Crayfish, who never hail met her
husband's aunt. "I declarc if you nro
not just in time! My cook has gono and
my washerwoman hasn't come, and I do
believe that Providence has sent you to
mj. If you don't mind I'll give you a
cup of tea and set you ritgh to work
picking the chickens for dinner. Yes, I
know the liouso looks forlorn," as the
lady glanced dubiously around, "but it'3
blue Monday and everything is in a tangle.
This is my room; yours is all dripping,
from the leaky roof. My bed isn't
made, and the dear children's clothes are |
all over the floor; but you'll excuse all
deficiencies, Aunt Pamela, until Leander
comes back. Good gracious! if there
isn't the bell again I I do believe it is
bewitched to-day! But you will take off
your things, and presently I'll bring you
up one of my big gingham aprons, and
tell you what is to be done first."
Down she bustled to the door for the
third time. A grimy-faced personage
stood there in an attitude of utter indiffnrnn
"Who arc you?" said Mrs. Crayfish.
"Plummcr's man, mum. Mr. Crayfish,
he?"
"But why didn't you come when the
other young man did?" irritably demanded
the lady.
"Ain't no other young man, mum."
"Yes, there is, tool" said Mrs. Crayfish.
"And he's at work down in the ,
kitchen now."
'Well, if you've got some ono to work
on the job, you don't want me," said the
independent citizen, shouldering his bag
of tools.
"Yes, I do," said Mrs. Crayfish. "I
want all the p'.umbers I can get. Make
haste down stairs and expedite the other
man all you can. Why, Mrs. Ponsonby,"
as a smiling matron skipped out of
a coupe and hurried up the steps, "it
can't be possible that this is you!"
Mrs. Ponsonby, the presideut of
"The Social Circle for the Elevation of
Women," shook the rain-drops from her
bonnet-plume and smiled graciously.
"I am so sorry to tako you by surprise,
dear I" said she.
"Oh, not at all!" interjected Mrs.
Crayfish.
"But Mr. Ponsonby's mother is very
ill," added the president of the Social
Circle for the Elevation of Women; "so
of course I could not receive company.
And I knew you would bo so glad to |
welcome Lord Earnest Elberon, anu to
answer Mrs. Edgeworth's inquiries on the
I subject of French Amelioration."
"Eh?" said Mrs. Crayfish.
"Where are they ?" asked Mrs. Ponsonby,
looking around her.
4 'Where are who ?" gasped Mrs. Crayfish.
"Lord Ernest, to-be surel" said Mrs.
Ponsonby, "and Mrs. Edgeworthl"
Mrs. Crayfish gave a little shriek of
dismay as the full truth broke in upon
her mind. She seized Mrs. Ponsonby's
arm, as a drowning woman might grasp
at a straw.
"I will tell you where they are 1" sftid
she, with the stony calmness of despair.
"I pushed Lord Ernest down stairs beforo
me, and set him to pulling the kitchen
range to pieces. And Mrs. Edgeworth
is at this moment sitting up stairs
in probably the dirtiest and most untidy
bed-room in Philadelphia."
It was some time before Mrs. Ponsonby
could be brought to quite understand the
position of affairs. But when she did,
she was even more perturbed than Mrs.
Crayfish had been.
4'Let us go up stairs?I mean down
stairs?at once I" she cried. "Ob, how
could any one possibly have mude such a
blunder ? Oh, what will Lord Ernest
think? And what sort of account of us
will Mrs. EJgeworth put into her husband's
Chicago newspaper ?"
Lord Ernest Elberon, sitting on tho
edge of tho wash-trays, was meditativoly
watching tho operations of the plumber,
when thoy camo down.
"He wanted to fight me at first," observed
the sprig of English aristocracy.
"But he was quite peaceable when I convinced
him that I did not come from an
opposition establishment; and really he
seems quite an ingenious sort of fellow.
| And there is more complication in one of
those baking and roasting concerns than
I had any idea of. Pray, ladies, make
no apologies. It was tho most natural .
mistake in the wcrld. And I assure you
I regard it as a capital joke."
Mrs. Edgcworth of Chicago, however,
was not so placable.
They found her sitting in the middlo
of Mrs. Crayfish's rather disorganized
bedroom, with a face like that of the
Sphinx; and nothing but an introducfinn
fr? 1,/tnl Wrnoot IZIIumn naniAa/1 ku
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in tbe loa^t degree.
Mrs. Ponsonby carried off the whole
party, Mrs. Crayfish included, in her
coupe, to lunch at Damoretti's.
And when the luckless housekeeper
reached home again, the plumber was
gone, Aunt Pamela had arrived, and had
"straightened up" everything, a good
dinner smoked on the board, and Mr.
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Crayfish welcomed hor with a broad
smilo.
I "It's all right, Carry," he said. "Bluo
Monday has com to ati end at last I"
"I should think it might," said Mrs.
Crayfidi, hysterically. "With au E:iglish
lord in my kitchen, a Chicago reformer
in my bedroom, and nobody
knows what else I I declare, I'm sick of
tho Soci ty for the Elevation of Wonmn,
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IL.len Forrest Graves.
Surgery for i'lnno 1'lnyers.
"Surgery for piano-forte players,*' aa
recommended by one of the leading |
piano-forte teachers of this city, and
now behu; rushod at in San Francisco to !
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a degree that will at least make this aa
interesting spot for the rest of the musical
world to watch, in seeing how such
a large average of the venturesome como
out. The clever physician, with hij
knife made expressly for the purpose,
and his cocaine, admits he knows little
about piano-forte plnying, but is told
that the results of the operation are "at*
j isfactory. There then follows something ;
about liability to "loss of grip," etc. '
During the lmlcyon era of piano art,
when Liszt was electrifying Europe, and
Mendelssohn and Chopin vying with
each other in the production of compositions
embodying the utmost a:tistic perfection
; and when gigantic Beethoven
was astonishing Vienna with a succcssion
of his sonatas?why was there 110 knivingthen?
Surgeons were skilful fifty!
years ago, and knew as much of tlio
mechanism of the hand as to-day. There
were enthusiasts in those days who
would have gone to the bottom of this j
method and as readily yielded themselves
up to a trial of it, and yet we do not
| read of any ham-strung artists coming to
the front. Yes, thcro was one who tried
a royal road to perfection. Poor Robert
Schumaun cssnyed some expediting j
method on his third finger, and ran him- )
self hopelessly and disastrously out of
the field of executant*. lie has stood as
a warning monument from those days as
to mechanical contrivances aud all sorts
of extraneous dodges, and it would be
well for every intending victim to tho
knifo method to first read through his
"Advice to Young Musicians."?San ,
Francisco Chroniclc.
IHimond Mines.
Many geo'.ogists of Australasia cherish '
tho faith that diamond mines will yet bo
j added to the sources of wealth of that
developing land of surprises. Accident'
ally discovered by a travelling trader not
I Quite twentv vicars aorn_ thn finntVi Afri
can mines, which arc five hundred miles
from the coast, and at an elevation of
four thousand feet abovo the sen, are,
however, at present unrivalled in their
size and value. The romantic hardships
which toughened and roughened the
early diggers have largely disappeared
before the railway communication which
brings the fields within a thirty hours'
journey of the coast. The business is
now transacted on scientific principles
and a regular system. There have been,
as might be expected, alternations of
I profit and loss, but the returns of the
four principal mines show that in the
three years and a third previous to the
end of 1885, there was a total production
of more than eight and a half millions
sterling. A Kimberley diamond was recently
shown in London valued at ?100,000.
It weighed moro than 400 carats
in the rough. The finest diamond in
quality over found in South Africa was
the# "Porter Rhodes," discovered in the
centre of Kimberley mi ne in 1880. It is
a pure white octahedron, valued at ?60, AAA
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vi/v.?jujnuon cwnuara. ,
The Manufacture of Htilrplns.
For years the English and French controlled
the manufacture of hairpins, and
it is only within the last twenty years
that the goods have be?n produced in
this country to any extent. The machinery
used is of a delicate and intricate
character, as the prices at which pins
are sold necessitates the most rapid and
cheapest process, which can only bo secured
by automatic machines. The wire
is made expressly for the purpose, and
put up in large coils, which are placed
on reels, and the end of the wire is
placed in a clamp, which carries it to
the machine while straightening it; from
there it runs in another machine, which
cuts, bends, and, by a delicate and instantaneous
process, sharpens tho points.
Running at full speed, these machines
will turn out 120 hairpins every minute.
To economizo it is necessary to keep
them working night and day. The difflcult
part of the work is the enamelling,
which is done by dipping in a preparation
and baking in an oven. Here is where
tho most constant and careful attention
is required, as the pin must be perfectly
smooth and tho enamel have a perfect
polish. The slightest particles of dust
cause imperfections and roughness, which
ie objectionable.
In the Railroad Train.
A gentleman carrying a very hoavy
satchol finally succeeds in getting it into
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buu men. a iuujt soawiu uirccuy Dooeata
manifests lively fear.
"Oh, monsieur, supposing it should
fall!"
"Renssure yourself, madams, there is
nothing in it that can break."?French
Fun.
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FOR THE FARM AND HOME.
Scraping Friill Tre??.
When hoeing in the garden among
fruit trees, says the New England Farmer,
wo sometimes scrapo off some of the
loose, rough, mossy bark, but wo do it
moro for a change of posture or rest for
the body, or to make the trunks look a
little better, than with any expectation
of helping the growth of the tree. "NVe
lately came into possession of a neglected
orchard, and these remarks apply to this
only. In our life-long experience in the
euro of orchard treDs, we huvo found no
occasion for spending unv time scraping
or washing the trunks of trees, or of
slitting the bark to give the treo room to
grow. The Rural New Yorker, alluding
to this subject, says: "Pray don't wasto
your time and strength in this way. If
you give your trees good food to cat and
plenty of it, and cut out while young all
branches that interfere with each other,
you have done all you can do to promote
their welfare. Leave the rest to Nature."
The horticultural editor of the Country
Gentleman also condemns the practire of
scraping, believing it renders the trees
more susceptible to injury from cold in
winter.
Bnmble Hoe* and Clover Seed.
Maurice Thompson, state geologist of
Indiana, and chief of the department of
natural history in that state, well known
as a literary and scientific writer, relates
in a recent report the following interesting
Incident: "I made a good old farmer call
me a 'crank' the other day when I told
him the reason his clover fields have
failed to bear as much seed as they formerly
did. 'You don't allow the bumble
I lion a tn Kn ? 01
wvva vx. uu nillbU UU J UU1 I ;il III, UU Jr'UUt
I asked. 'Yes, sir, I do,' he cried. 'I
make my boys burn up every plagued
aest of them.' 'So I supposed,' I replied.
Aud that is why ycur clover seed
fails you. Bumble bees make clover
seed. 'You're a crank! You're a crank 1'
ho exclaimed, and looked at me ns if he
thought 1 was a fit subject for a lunatic
asylum. And yet it is a fact that a
strong nest of bumble bees, in a big clovtr
field, is worth $20 to the owner; for
theso insects are the chief agents in fertilizing
the blossoms, thereby insuring a
' a heavy crop of seed. In Australia there
! are no bumble bees of our kind, and they
j could not raise clover seed there until
I they imported some bumblebees."
! Poultry Notes.
j The amount of satisfaction in a hobby
| is directly proportioned to the amount
of thought devoted to it.
Fowls should be well sheltered and fed
I when moulting or shedding their
; feathers; and the male birds should bo
separated from the hens, especially when
their is quite a number of yourtg crowers
around, as thero generally is about this
time of the year.
One-half the care and labor required
to earn fifty dollars tilling some crop will
produce that amount for the farmer if
bestowed upon his flock of fowls. If
you propo^o to him to persistently neglect
his best cow from one end of the
year to the other, he will set you down
as a candidate for a lunatic asylum; yet
a common size flock of fowls, such as
arc kept at mos: farmsteads, will yield
as much value yearly, if properly treated,
as a first rate cow.
Under a forcing system of treatment
the best hens in the world will qu ckly
t)lav out. You mav <rpfc ? lnrnrrt
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of egg^within a given time, but the
later layings will not give you average
good chickens when you come to hatch
such product. This result wo have
proved, beyor.d peradventure, in our
past experience. Therefore, never force
to any considerable extend your stock to
lay an excessive or unnatural number of
eggs, as it is exhausting, and will impair
tiae vigor of the progeny.
Good sash pulleys and weights are as
useful and valuable in the new hen
house you intend to erect as these
things are necessary in your well-ordered
dwelling house. If you place movable
Bashes in your hennery at nil, you will/Jo
well to remember the abovo hint, tad
thus save yonrself a deal of fu3sing and
hard words because "the window will
neither open or shut," when you wish
it either ono way or the other. In
winter time, such sashes at either end of
the hen house are handy to help your
ventilation. In summer they can bo
taken out to advantage and the space
covered with wire screening.?American
Poultry Yard.
Farm and Garden Holes.
Tobacco refuse is a rich and quick
acting fertilizer. It is also repulsive to
insects.
If you receive trees or plants shipped
from a distance, it is well to place the
roots in wator from twelvo to twenty
four hours before planting out.
Much is said at present about using
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| vuv ivuui uu <nuu nuiuu ia uuiuj^ UtlUU
I for wheat. The roller ia good to pulverize
and firm tbo soil. But harrow after
rolling.
The injury that the crow does to corn
by pulling it up is not genorally great
I ind can be easily guarded against. A
more serious indictment is found in tho
fact that the crow is the greatest enomy
3f insoct-destroying birds, whose nests
it rob* and whose young it kills. Tho
| wjuirrel is also open to the same charge.
ITorses will go eight and probably ten
hours without food if properly fed at
evening and morning. They should
have water more frequently, but never
when hot.
A solution of boracic acid is excellent
for fowls affected with sore head or eye*,
It should be applied warm, using a soft
sponge and marking the head, eyes and
nostrils well with it.
It is the same with an animal as with
u steam boiler?the more complete the
I combustion of the food or fuel it gets the
more satisfactory will be the result, because
there is less waste.
Do not overfeed tho young pigs. Let
them make all the growth possible, but
do not attempt to make them fat. Fat
in summer should be avoided. A good
moderate condition isb.st.
Have you any occasion to dig up any
sods along the roads do, under the fences
or in any part of the garden? Savo them.
Spread a layer of sods and sprinkle on it
ii light dressing of potash (ashed) and
bone, then another layer of 6ods, then
ashes and bones, &c., until the heap is
completed. This will give you a perfect
soii for flower pots.
If your hogs lack material to build up
their bony and muscular tissues, supooso
you try an experiment and foed them
lime, powdered bones, grass and oats for
muscle. When you feed, see that every
hog is present at roll call, and always
seek the absent one, as there is generally
something wrong with him, and that is
the one to watch.
It is well understood by farmers that
there is a joint worm that attacks barley
and often makes a light weight. It is
similar, to, but distinct from a joint
worm that attacks wheat. It isbolieved,
however, that the barley joint worm
also, under some circumstances, attacks
the winter grain, and henco is suggested
a caution against preceding wheat, with
barley, which is quite common with the
winter wheat growing localities.
Success in floriculture depends vastly
more on the care bestowed on tho plants
than on a large amount of money expended.
Yet, for all this, many people
will yearly spend a great deal of money
on high-priced and rare plant*, afterward
giving them no attention. A bed of
gerauiumo, petunia?, lantams and other
easily grown plants, if well cared for,
will be more satisfactory than rare plants
which require the care and attention of
an expert gardener.
The time to pick duck feathers, like
fruit, is when they are rips. This may
be learned by catching two or thrco and
pulling a few feathers here and there. If
they pull hard and the quills are filled
with a bloody fluid, they are not ripe;
but if they pull easy and the quills are
clear, you may know that it is the "best
time to pick." Ducks may be picked
four times a year. Never plujk the long
tufts of coarse feathers on the sides that
support the wings.
When conditions are just right, onions
will yield moro bushels per acre than the
highest yield reported of potatoes. The
rows are closer togethor than potatoes can
be, and though they will not grow one
above the other as potatoes will, the entiro
surface of the ground in the rows
will bo covired with many of the onions
partially overlapping each other. In
narrow rows little ot the surface of the
soil will be bare, and 1000 bushels have
been frown on a sinrrlp. nrri*.
Household Hint*.
Boil coffce in a salt s ick; this is bettor
than eggs tor settling the coffce.
The stovepipe can be cleanod by putting
a piece of zinc on the coals of a hot
fire. The vapor produced carries off the
soot by chemical decomposition.
A delicate glue for mounting ferns and
seaweed is made of five parts gum arabic,
three parts white sugar, two parts starch,
and a very little water. Boil until thick
and white.
A mcdical writer says tbat the same
knife should not bo used for both peeling
and slicing a pineapple, as tho rind
contains an ncid that is likely to causo a
swollen mouth and sore lips. The Cubans
use salt as an antidoto for tho ill effects
of the peel.
Tho secret in mashing potatoes is to
have nil the utensils as hot as possible,
and beat the mass till light instead of
pressing down smooth and solid, adding
milk, buttermilk and salt at will. A desirable
result is attained by rubbing the
mashed potato through a hot colander
and leaving it just as it falls into the
dish.
ItecipM.
Chicken Soup.?Save the broth after
boiling chickens, and to it add two onions
thinly sliced; bi.il twenty minutes^
season with salt and pepper, add two
beaten eggs and serve.
ika iJiscuiT. ? lako two quarts of
flour, two tablespoons white sugar, two of
butter, half a cup of yeast, one pint of
boiled milk. Make a holo in the flour,
pour in the ingredients. Whon light
cut down once or twice, mako into biscuit
an1 whon light bake.
Applk Marmalade,?Take any kind
of sour applos, pare and core them;
cut them in small pieces and to
every pound of apple put three-quarters
of a pound of sugar; put thorn In a preserving
pan and boil thom ov?.r a slow
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fire until they arc reduced to a fine pulp;
then put in jelly jara unci keep in a cool
place.
Hot Potato Salad.?Boil till dono
eight large potatoes and slice them while
hot; peel and slice three largo onions
and mix with the potatoes; cut up somo
bacon into small bits, enough to fill a
teacup, and fry a light brown; icmovo
the meat, and into the grease stir tliroo
tablcspoonfuls of vinegar, making a sour
gravy, which pour over the potato and
onion. Season with pepper and salt and
servo while hot.
Corn Oysters.?One cupful of flour,
half a cup of melted butter, three tablespoonfuls
of milk, two teaspoonfu'.s of
salt, one-fourth of a teaspoonful of pepper,
one pint of grated corn. Pour the
corn on the flour and beat well; then add
the other ingredients and beat rapidly
for three minutes. Have fat in the frying
pan to the depth of about two inches.
AVhen smoking hot put in tho batter by
the spoonful. II>ld tho spoon close to
the fat and tho* shape of tho oyster will
be good. Fry five minutes.
Two It illoou Stories.
Iu a talk with John Porepaugh I heard
several interesting stories of adventures ,
with hot-air balloons.
"We used to inflate tho balloons and
send them skyward at every stopping
point of the Forcpaugh show," he said,
"and I remember now one incident in
regard to these balloons which occurtcd
in 1874 at Chester. There was a large
crowd on tho grounds, and a man we
called Big Smith was insido the bag
while it was being inflated. At last the
' balloon bulged out, nearly full, and
Smith crawled from under. Twentyfive
mon were holding tho balloon, and
Smith, after ho got outside the
i machine, saw a candy butcher named
Mitchell standing near him. Before any
one could count five Smith grabbed
1 Mitchell, threw him in the basket, and
yelled 'Lot goI' The men dropped the
ropes, the balloon shot aloft like a rocket,
and the ten thousand people strained
their eyes as they saw it grow smaller
i and smaller, until it was out of sight.
"When the balloon was first skipping
toward heaven Mitchell's head could be
seen over the odge of tho basket as ha
yelled, 'Help, for God's sake!' When
the big bag floated beyond tho range of
vis.on a dozen men started northward?
tho way the wind carried tho balloon?
in teams. They drove eight or ten
miles, and they found the balloon with
the wretched Mitchell lying helplessly in
the basket on the bank of a creek.
Mitchell's hair had actually turned white
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clouds.
"Several years after that, in another
town, Big Smith was inside another
bulloon while it was boing inflated.
After it was full of hot air he crawled
over the edge of the basket and another
man got in for a trip through the one
belt. Some ono yelled 'Let go!* Tha
ropes were loosened, but one rope on tha Jr
side of which Smith was getting oufc,r
took a turn around his leg, clutching
him tightly, and as the balloon shot/skyward
it took Smith with it by the ankle.
( His terrified companion in the baskel
who heard the cry of horror that swept
over the crowd could not help him, loi
, if ho changed his position the chancel
, were that the basket would upset or thai
the rope would uncoil. After about 10
minutes the balloon camo down with
Smith unconscious and his head full oi
blood. However, he recovered, and i?
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News.
, She Was No Chicken;
Major Grenade (anxious to make himself
agreeable to a wealthy spinster)?
"Been to 'Colindt-3.' Miss Ycrjuicc?"
"No, indeed, major 1 I'm very delicate,
doju't you know? and I could not
possibly endure the tufleringsucli a jaunt
might produce. I re;.lly undergo such
1 excruciating pains in the chest that?"
Major G. (interrupting)?"Yes?er?
pardon me I I've been troubled withth?
same complaint myself in India. Diet
' yourself, my lady; live on riccP
Miss "V. ? "Oh, major! what a horrid
notion. "Why, the stuff is only fit foi
chickens!"
Major Gh ? "True, true! I forgot. You
are no chicken. Allow me to suggest in
prefer?"
But the lady closed her fan with t
fierce rattlo and flounced away.? Glasgow
Herald.
A Statement Disproved.
Professor Wyman, tho distinguished
comparative anatomist, used to tell a
story that illustrates tho fallibility ol
human evidence. Ono day a clergyman
brought to him a livo young black snake
wnicn no saia a parishioner of bis, a
gentleman of unimpeachable veracity,
had ejected from hia stomach. The
clergyman grew very indignant when
Professor Wyman doubted the possibility
of this, snying that his parishoner waa
absolutely sure the reptile had been living
in his stomach for years. To settle
tho matter therefore, Professor Wyman
cut open the stomach of the snake and
turned out of it a number of graaahop- ~ .
por?, beetlea and grubs. "It seems," he
said to the clergyman, "that your
parishoner has a lUing for a peculiar
Kina or aiot. ? Nt'.o lork Tribune
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