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TUB LEDGER: GAFFNEY, S. C., FEBRUARY 11, 1897. m 0L) ROCKY. rt Storia Th:it Como Frooh froii tho Poor-la Aunt Nancy N >rTti>n rrith Another ••Bad Caro <1 Breaking Oat at tho Mouth'* *. Tim Keevea and lln Whistk-T*. 1 “If it vas le t with me to live as long 1 ns I please—aid remain over and tarry around in this wide and wicked world till I git ready to f>o down into the valleys and the shadows of dry bones — I reckon when the last day conic that old pa triot by the name of Methuse 1 u m, which we hear tell of in the Scriiturcs, would be a more kid as compand to me.” So said my Aunt Nancy N*wton to mother and me ono night whiH she was up from the Panther Crecc settlement on her Christmas visiation. Mind you, now, it was then wiy up into the still and solemcholy hoirs of night, and I was thinkin to my elf that I mought as well wind up tie clock and set the rat traps and go t> bed. IJut almut that time it would sem like AuntNancy had took another bal case of breakin out at the mouth, aid consequentially I couldn’t do a bossed thing but lay low and listen. Tlru Itcevcfuwul i!:s Whiskers. “Now, you niught, maybe, write me up for several dtTerent kinds of a fool, Itufus, but I l:nov tremendius well that I ain’t all sorts of a fool at the same time,” that dcaiold female lady went on to say. “Andthat is the way I would want you to writ* me up if I was a fool enough to sail ii and kill myself. “So fur I havi forgot to tell you all about Tim Peeve, and the suddent and terrible way in w hich he brung on a funeral processan in the old settle ment. along in dirin of the Christmas. You wHl reeollct. Rufus, that Tim Reeves was a rght young man—not more than tweny-two or three, or may be a littJe the rie of that. Anyhow, he had jest come mt upon the carpet good, and for the last tear he had been payin his most fervert and double-breasted r a gards to MissAmy Ledbetter—which from all the re juris and general appear- ments in the eiac, if they had lived, by this time they voukl he mixin clothes accojdin to the leripture-and thelaw. “Rut in the imintime Tim had turned him out the hugest and most loveliest set of red whisters I have ever saw on the face of moral man. Rless gracious, If they didn’t flnv way down below the brow* band of iis pantaloons, and then he could take aid plat ’em up and they would wrap around his neck three times—which io most in generally al ways wore ’er, that way only when lie kwas goin to tnvn or out amongst the female genern jon. Rut the people and the places whbh have knew Tim Reeves and his whislers in t he past will know them now nonore forever. “One day 'I'm turned his whiskers loose and drei:-'<*d uj) and driv off to town in his hippy. There was a big party comin of that night down in the Flat Woods, aid it would seem like Tim had made his engagements to go and take Miss Vmy. Rut on his return buck home thatsevenin—drivin fast and furious-—tanket up to about three sheets in the vim) and the other ono split—and smoljn his pipe as bigas life —bless the heavens if he didn’t drop some fire w hicluiroke. out- in his whisk ers and burnt t-m olf as clean a.s mv hand all but onclittle patch on the left side. And that t as nothin to the gen eral circuinfetciie of the calamity. In fightin the lire Tin didn’t know for cer tain what he w;k doin till he had dropped the lines|ind the mule pitched out and run away They tell me that Tim did raise a tivinendius bigeonfu- sionment along tlieold stage road, with his mule runnin avay and a jirairie fire i-agin through his w’hiskers. Refore they quit the muh had throwed Tim outen the buggy aul tore the turnout into kindlin w ood, i’rom what has since come to pa.'ws it is a blessed pity but wbat Tim had got tilled right there in the sinnsiui]), ior whilst he come through that with no harm done but the ruination of bin whiskers, he went on home and didn’t do a blessed thing that night hut take 4 scandlous big dost of rat pizen and then keel over and die. “To be cerlainiy course I can see w herein it was powerful hurtin on poor Tim to lose bis lovely red whiskers, and likewise mi s a buggy ride with Miss Amy and thf. party down in tho Flat Woods. Rut, all put together he had a mighty little excuse to bring on tluit siiigin and ijlmv welkin we had over at the old Rbtnezer graveyard on his account. Tho YVUUinr and thu “And for three or four daj’s now old man Seth Marvin he has l>een sick abed, with one foot in the grave and the other one dangling around the edges, on ac count of the Widder Jennings and his barrel of fine molasses, and it is now the general wonderment amongst the people why he didn’t give up the fight and jiass out In the same sad and sud dent way in which poor Tim had went," Aunt Nancy went on. “You must keep in mind, Rufus, that old man Roth never hiid got married, and lie w as way yonder the most stingi est man In all that stripof country. He was famous amongst the people from the fact that whensomever a dollar left his hand you could roe the print of the eagle there—which at the same time he luul money on top of money and money till you couldn’t rest. Well, here of late a gay and gorgeous young widder by the name of Misea Jennings had moved lier washin down into the settlement from some town way over hi Georgy. Jlless your ; oul, I don’t know nothin Tlxmt tho wklder only from whut L ■mid see 11 nd hear end pick up on the fun, as it were. “Rut at any rates, It would seem like the widder had set her trap and fixed the triggers to take old man Seth hi out of the wet, and by some hook or merciook she had played her hand so os to make a pluperfect and varie gated foo. out of tin*, stingy old thing. One dey Inst week the w idder she come sailin along with all her rlggins and finery and fixinents on and hailed at tho Marvin place and called for old man Seth. In the mnintimo he had went out to the smoko house to draw a jug of molasses which one of the neighbors had sent over to buy, and he had jest set the jug down and pulled the peg out when the widder driv up with a great swash. “Naturally of course old man Seth he forgot everything else and went polio out to the front gate and re sponded to the widder. Moreover it didn’t take the widder more than twn minnits to wrap him around 1: s little finger and make him forget where he wins at and what he wins doin. The widder, of course she wouldn’t tell, and old man Seth didn’t know any thing for certain right then, and so consequentially there ain’t no lellin how long they stayed out there lalla- gaggin and courtin and carryin on. Rut when the widder got ready to go and driv off up the road, and old stingy Seth come back to his right mind oncst more, bless gracious the jug was full and every last bit of the molasses had run out and spilt. “Well, after that it want in no ways surprisin to mo when the news come that the stingy old scrapegrace had took sick and went to bed, and radey the great w onderment is why he didn’t take somethin pizen and die. No tellin how long it will take him to recover from the loss of that barrel of fine mo lasses, and a.s to the widder—well, with old man Seth her cake is all dough henceforward:-! and foievermore.” BRAKEMAN’S BRAVE ACT. KILLED A CATAMOUNT. Proves Himsolf a Truo Hero in Trying Oircumstancea l-rom 11 Moving Train IIo Losiped Into tli«' Icy Walcru of llusli Klvcr ami Itcccucri Two Children from Certain Death. No Bobbers on Murder Creek. A stranger trnvelin through theset- tlement one day last week along the old Federal road got sheered out of about seven years’ growth and happi ness by Red-eyed Rill Travis down there in Murder Creek swamp. You see they are buihlin ot a rail road through there and from the way they laid the plans oil it strikes the big road for some two or three hundred yards along there m the swamp. They have now throwed up a high bank and put down the crossties ready for fillin and finishin the railroad. The main public wagon road had to be cut out new and it makes a circle of somethin better than a mile around through the swamp. Red-eyed Rill Travis is what you mought call an all-around white man, but his eyo.s are forever and eternally rod’ so as to make you think he has looked too long and lovingly ujion the early runnins of the corn. And Red- eyed Rill lives right there on the old Federal road in sight, of the Murder Creek swamp. When the stranger driv by Bill he was out at the lot pusliin his plow hands oil to the field and had his six shooter buckled on in plain sight of anybody. Out of jmre goodness and j>ity for the stranger Rill stopped him and told him he would better go the new cut road around through the swamp, as they had tore the reglar road uji terrible in buihlin a railroad. The stranger made out like lie was powerful glad and thankful, but he had took particular notice o 4. Rill’s personal opjieannents and the weapon he was wearin. So he driv right straight on down the main road toward the swamp. “Look at that durned infernal idiot,” says Rill. “I'll bet, by gatlins, he thinks I am drunk and t ried to git him to take the new cut road around through the swamp so I could follow* him and rob him. I w ill go and see him safe ncrost the swamp.” With that Rod-eyed Lill called for his caddie horse and mounted and rid off down the road. He caught up with the stranger jest as he driv up to where the railroad works put in and come to a halt. “I have come to let you wnow*, dad burn- you, that when I told you to take tho new cut road around through the swamp it want in my plans to follow you and kill you and rob you,” soys Bill, which he was still red-eyed and had his weapon on him. The stranger ho was jest as pleasant and polite as a basket of rhijis to Bill and lowed he would turn around and go book and take the new cut road. “No, I'll be doubly dad burned if 3*ou will,” soys Bill. “Burn 3*0111* fool pictures, I will have to learn 3 - ou the difference between a southern gentle man and a highw av* robl <*r, nr.d I ain’t got a blame thing to do but stay right here and make 3*011 drive on. Crnek3*ou.r w-liij) now and drive right on acrost the sw*amp.” “But how in the round created world can I drive on over these railroad works without a smashup?” says the traveler. “Don’t make a continential dm*n bit of differenee about that,” says Rill, lay- in his hand on the butt of his weapon. “You drive on.” And bless your aweet soul, hone}*, the stranger he driv on, whilst Red-eyed Rill stood by to see the show out. When the traveler landed on the other side his horse was goin on three, legs and one wheel of his buggy had went slap to pieces. “Now you can go your way and I will go mine,” says Red-eyed Bill, ns ho waved a last farewellatthctraveler,“but the next time you pass this way keep it in your remembrance that we don’t raise no highway roblx*rs on Murder creek.” RUFFS SANDERS. Objection Siute.luccl. "And after the robbery you just took a walk?” asked tho prosecuting attorney. “1 object,” yelled the excited young lawyer for tho prisoner, “to any such base insinuation. The walk was nailed dow n and is still there.”—Detroit Free Press. William Frasher, a brakeman on the Maryland division of the Philadelphia, j Wilmington & Baltimore railroad, j showed himself a hero the other da}*. He left Wilmington shortly after one o’clock on a south-bound fast freight train. The train reached Rush river, about 12 miles from Baltimore, a few minutes before three o’clock. Bush river is a wide stream, and the railroad crosses it on a low bridge. Trains run at greatly reduced speed while cross ing it. The river is frozen over. Christmas day many young girls and bo3*s residing in the adjacent country went on the river to skate and sled. The ice was hard and the skating was j good, except within five or ten feet of the railroad bridge. There the ice was thin, because of eddies and the vibra-. tion caused b3* the passage of heavy trains over the bridge. The Christmas day skaters found this out early, and for the safet}* of those who went out later to skate they erected a danger sign with the words: “Keep away from the bridge. Don’t go near it. The ice is thin.” The sign was in large letters, and was nailed on a pole, inserted in a hole in the ice, about 50 yards from the bridge. The sign was plain!}* seen and read by passengers on the trains crossing the bridge. Still boys and girls skated to and fro on the river without accident. At noon they went home for dinner and about two o’clock returned for more sport. In the part}* were Joseph Lawler, aged 12 }*ears, and ten-year-old Miriam Stanley Lawler, residing near Perl man’s Station. Their father is a farm er. Joseph is a big boy for his ago. He was one of the boys who had helped erect the warning sign on Christmas da}*, but at the time he was helping to erect ithc was longing to “try” the ice near the bridge to see if it would not really hold him. He had a strong desire to do so, but decided not to try the ex- Mldnlght Adventure of Two Old Malda In West Virginia. Becky and Polly Bollard, who live down in the wikis of Spruce mountain, Nicholas county, in West Virginia, had an adventure the other night, news of which came w hen their brother James came to town to get court plaster and liniment for their wounds. The women are old maids and live w ith t heir brother on a mountain farm. Last Friday James went to town, leav ing the sisters to look after the farm. About midnight on the second da}* Polly wakened her sister and called her attention to the unusual noise and commotion, which seemed to come from the henhouse.. Supposing that a coon or ’jiossum was making inroads upon their poultr}*, the sisters dressed hur- B1LL ARP AS A NORSE. Ruminatoa aa Ho Watchos the Chil dren at Their Play. IN THE ICY WATER. periment until afternoon. According ly, when he saw his companions skating down the river he told his little sister to follow him. He skated up to within five yards of the bridge and all was well. His sister had hold of his hand. He urged her to hold firm, and he mad * u few strides forward. There was a crash, and in an instant both were struggling in the ley* water. Neither could swim. The water at this point is about 20 feet deep, and it seemed cer tain that they would drown. Young Lawler called to his companion? for help, but his cries were in vain. In his struggles he managed to get hold of one of the piles which support the bridge, and with his arm around his sister, who was up to her waist in the chilly water, he hung there and cried to his com panions to come to liis rescue. Just at this time the freight on which Frasher was flagman came along and slowed up as It neared the bridge. Frasher, on the rear of the caboose, peered over the side of the ear, and b}* chance discovered the boy and girl clinging to the piling. Realizing the situation, Frasher shouted to the middle brakeman to order the train to stop. The middle brakeman notified the con ductor, but before the engineer could act the train bad passed over the heads of the 3 outhful adventurers. Frasher, however, did not wait for the train to stop. At the risk of his own life he leaped from the lower step of tho caboose into the water, and came up through the thin ice. Being an ex- iiert swimmer, ho had no trouble in the water, and soon made his way to young Lawler and his sister in their perilous'position. With his feet clasp ing one of the pilings, he lifted the little girl to the bridge and then res cued young Lawler. The little girl fainted when she was placed on the bridge. Attracted b}* the stopping of the train on the bridge, Lawler’s companions skated up to it and learned of his adventure. One of them quickly skated off and brought hack two sled robes, in one of which they wrapped the little girl. Young Lawler, though chilled through, was still buoyant, and walked hack over the ice, with the other robe flung carelessly over his shoulders. When the rescue w as complete, r rasher lumped on the train and removed his clothing. At Baltimore he secured a leave of absence. Young Law ler’s com panions thanked him heartily for his i.ravcr}*, and Frnsher’s friends were of Hie opinion that he will be rewarded by the father of the boy.. How They Do It l-.i Kansas. The society reporter* in Kansas have a hard time getting guests into the din ing-room. Most of them say: “Thn guests then repaired to the groaning table.” In a Butler county paper one writer says bravely: “The guests then went and ate." ,i,ifc> Jrw/f, THIS PUPPY IS A FACT. rtrip running from the right fore leg across the back and about an inch in width. The tail of this interesting creature is a most remarkable appendage. The tail is covered with hair. On the end of the tail is a heavy brush, unlike that to be seen on any dog extant. The head of the dog is covered with a stubby growth of black hair. The dog is sulToring for the mistakes of its parents in failing to provide it with a sufficient covering of hair. It has a severe cold. Hairless dogs, such ns those which arc fashionable in Ja pan, have no business In New* York dur ing the winter months. They shiver in the chill blasts and are really pitiable objects. Saloon In an OI«I Churchyard. The strangest saloon in tho world, Rn3*s London, is a tavern in Hendon. It stands in the center of an old ehurch- }nrd. and ancient tombstones surround it. It is many hundreds of }-ears old and is the only licensed beer saloon m the neighborhood of the grave}*ard. Booking for Dost Treasure. Amoret, Mo., people put in their leis ure time digging holes in the ground In different parts of the town, where tra dition locates various pots of gold coin buried during the war. ('orn-lluqklng Record Broken. Corn husking has been so.thoroughly mastered by a resident of Papiilion, Neb., that he made a record of 167 bush-| els ten pounds in one day. * j BOTH WOMEN THEN BELABORED IT. riedly, and arming themselves, one with a long iron shovel and the other with an ux helve, made their way to the chicken coop, Folly carr}*ing the lantern. The •Thicken house was filled with fl}ing feathers and squeaking chick ens, and ns Becky* ojxmcd the door nothing else could be seen or heard. Both boldly* entered, however, and throwing the rays of the lantern about they soon discovered a bulky ani mal crouched in one corner. It appeared like a big coon, and Polly, advancing, dealt it a blow with the shovel. In an instant she saw* her mistake. It was a catamount, a cross between a wildcat and a panther, and one of the most vicious animals found in America. The huge brute made a leap for the woman, but she dodged it, and it fell ujion the ground at the feet of Reeky, who, quick as a flash, dealt it another blow, striking It on the back, just be hind the shoulders. The catamount made another sjiring, growling with rage and pain, but it had evidently been crippled, and instead of reaching Miss Reeky’s throat, it scraped its long, sharp claws across her shoulder. Polly w as at the brute again before it got to the ground, and dazed it. Roth women then began belaboring it las it lay on the ground, till a blow from the ax helve broke its back. The women appeared a.s usual nextday and seemed to think nothing of their experience. Jim brought the cata mount’s hide to town to have it tanned, and it will be made into a rug for the bed-chamber of the women who killed it. DOG V/ITHOUT HAIR. Strange Canine Freak Discovered In » Williamsburg (N. V.) Cellar. Williamsburg scientists are puzzled to explain the genesis of a weird and extraordinary animal that was recent ly found in the cellar of one of its lead ing scientists. This creature is a sort of hairless dog. The dog is only partially hairless. At present it belongs to Mr. William J. Flaherty, residing at the corner of Bedford avenue and South Third street. Mr. Flaherty is as much tit a loss to ex plain the origin of me dog ns his neigh bors. The dog, which is quite docile and intelligent and has lioen taught to perform many interesting tricks, has no hair on its body except a triangular HU Feeling! Were Hurt—All tho House hold Went Away and Left Him to HU Retrospections. I consider myself an injured person— wife gone to the missionary meeting, my two daughters gone visiting, and here I am alone with three grandchil dren—got to watch them till somebody comes. I’ve never seen one of the stock that wasn't full of mischief and frolic. Thought 1 would take a little naji on the sofa while they played around, but it -vas no use. They got all the chairs In a row and played railroad and locomotive awhile. Then the}* played soldier, and fired guns and killed one another and fell dead. Then the}* played horse and ran .round the center table. I thought the little girls would get tired after awhile and settle down to their dolls and make a playhouse, but the boy didn’t like that and so the racket con tinued. They turned the chairs upside down and slid down the backs head foremost and rolled over and turned somersaults, and then jumped off the table and the lounge and shook the floor and made the windows rattle like an earthquake. Will they never get tired? thought I. No, never. But by and by, when ni}* wife came home she settled them down and pla}*ed club fist and trimbletoc w*ith them and I had peace. My folks have got an idea that it suits me to take care of the children, and the children have an idea that they are to do as they please when there’s nobody about but me, and so I suffer m3*self imjjosed on and feel like an in jured person. I believe I will go to the missionary society myself next time. Rut after all, there is no use in posing as* a domestic martyr or a patriarchal packhorse about these things, for I do like to have the little chaps around me, especially little girls. Children are a blessing to the household. They take away our selfishness and purify our feelings. Their joy and glee and sport ive happinestt* carries the old people back to their earl}* life, when theda}*s were nil sunshine. It is a sad s}*mpathy we feel when we see them so happy now and foresee the troubles that await them. Poor Tom Hood! How sad he waa when ho penned those touching lines: "I remember, I remember The tlr trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky. It was a childish ignorance, But now ’tls little Joy To know I’m farther off from Heaven Than when I was ahoy.” There is no hajipiness like a child’s. If I could I would exchange all that I have realized since 1 was 10 }*ears old for that I had before. Those 1G }*ears are ul>out one-third of the average life, and the memories of them are more precious than all the rest. If a child is blessed with loving, indulgent parents those years are an unbroken season of una!lo}*ed enjoyment. Sometimes I see my wife lookingsatllyand dreamily into the glow ing embers and know she is tbinkingaboutherchildrenor her child hood and reealIingthejo3*s of her youth when she had a mother and could lay her head ujion her lap and feel the soft caresses of her gentle hand. What a weight of care and anxiety presses con- tiuunll}* upon the heart of a mother. How often do her pra}*ers ascend to Heaven in the dark watches of the. night—prayers for their health, their welfare, their gaod conduct, their sal vation. Rut with all the cares, anxieties and foreboding, children are our greatest blessing and the family the greatest bulwark of good society and good gov ernment. It is the law of our being that man and woman should mate and marry and rear children, and there is no substitute for the marriage relation. I hardly knew the value of a child until a few weeks ago a dear little grand child got sick—very sick, and for da}*s and nights was very near the gates of heaven. She suffered and we watched ami suffered with her. Her little lips and throat were swollen and inflamed with diptherctic sores. Her lungs rat tled with jineumonia. How she plead ed with us for help—for relief—pleaded with e}*es and hands, and wo could do nothing but caress her and weep. I would have given a million dollars— yes, ten million, if I had it—to re lieve that child and save her from suf fering. Prai’ers or medicine or good nursing or something saved her, and we are all grateful. What is the value of a child, anyhow? If one was up at auction what would the mother give? How insignificant is proj>- erty or gold or silver when com pared with it. What are we all work ing for but children, their happiness end prosperity? Daniel Webster,the greatest man this country has overpro duced, said: “A good father will shrink' from no toil, no sacrifice to raise his children to a better condition than his own.” If I was a judge and a father was brought before me for stealing or, even for robbing, I would seek to know the hidden motives that prompted him to the crime. Many a man steals or cheats to get something for his children, and the world is outraged and calls him a thief and the law sends him to the chain gang. Rut after all, it is tho mother who screens them, protects them and wraps them in her bosom. I thought my wife was tired and would like, tc^rest in her old age, but the maternal instinct still possesses her, and she seems as much concerned alxmt the grandchildren as she ever did about her own. In. fact, she is less exacting, and more indulgent. The little boy* we have with us is a young cyclone and keeps tho home in an uproar. When J get outraged with his tumultuous racket and threaten him with punishment my wife takes, his jiart and says he Is nothing but a baby. Yes, a four-year-old baby who slams the door like an athlete 40 times an hour and don’t mind anybody, and I could regulate him in an hour if I had my way. My wife never allowed suefi 1 liberties from her own. They were! afraid of a spanking or of being shut up in the parlor when they got too boister ous. And now she pleads for this boy and says he is nothing but a baby. But I 11 get him some of these day's when' she goes to the missionary meeting— see if I don’t. I’ve promised him a lick ing every day for two months and he retreats to her and looks defiant*) at me. Rut I’ll get him, see if I don’t. He is nothing but a baby, but he takes the dog to the cow lot and sets him on the cow*, and when I tell him that the cow will horn him and that she gives him milk, he, says he don’t want any* more milk. He lets the chicken out of tho coop, but he is nothing butababy. But I’ll get him before the year is out—see if I don’t. I’ll do like Dick Johnson, who was trying to raise his boy on love. Rut the boy* got so bad that one day Dick picked up a lath and walloped him good. It was a desperate remedy and had a fine temporary effect, and Dick walked the piazza with a triumphant stride. “I told you I was going to whip you, sir. For five long years I have promised you a whipping and now you have got it, y*ou son of Belial.” And Dick puffed and blowed like he had fought a great battle and whipped the fight. He bragged about the perform ance for a week. But it didn’t do tho boy* any lasting good. The whipping came just five years too late. I never did take much stock in bad little boys. They are a nusiance, not only at home, but abroad. Boys rhyme with noise, and thej little rascals' want* a gun or some firo crackers or a drum or a tin. horn. It always seemed strange to mo that mothers love their boys better than their girls, but I reckon it is right. I have known boys who had no other friend. A father loves his boys accord ing to their conduct, but a mother loves them anyhow. A sweet little girl is a treasure in tho family. She is very close kin to the angels. Her value cannot be estimated in dollars and cents. If she is seriously , sick the alarm paralyzes everything about the house. We w*hisper our anx ieties in sad voices. We walk lightly and close the door gently and breatbo our prayers silently. If she dies there is an aching void the world can never fill. What is the value of a child? 'When the railroad train kills a man the law yers sue for his value. It may be $1,000 or $10,000 or $50,000 according to his consequence, but that is nothing when compared with the value of a little child. How rich these mothers are—rich in their children! How* utterly poor when they lose them!—Bill Arp, in Atlanta Constitution. A FAMOUS CORPS. The Brave Guides of the English Army in India. Tho guides are pre-eminently tho fighting corjis of the Indian army, “the steel head of the lance couched for a de fense of India.” The origin of the corps was curious. It was raised and formed on the principle of setting a thief to catch a thief; for in the year 1816 Lieut. Lunusden suggested to the government that the best way of keeping quiet the wild frontiersmen of Peshawar was to form a regiment out of the motley race of freebooters then the terror of north ern India. Even Dilawar Khan, the Christain subadar, had once been a mountain brigand. From the tame of their formation until the present day, the corps of guides have been more hard fighting than any other regiment in the Indian service. They* are con stantly employed against the predatory hill tribes swarming in the mountain ous districts of the northern frontier, in expeditions of which the public hear little or nothing, but which, neverthe less, afford ample scojxs for the fine fighting qualities of the guides. The regiment is made up of Pathans, Sikhs. Goorkhas and Punjabis. The dif ferent troops and companies—for it is both an infantry and a cavalry regi ment—are each composed entirely of men of the same religion and nation ality. This arangement has given to each company and troop n separate esprit de corps, and the ambition of each is to eclipse its rival in valor against the common foe.—San Fran cisco Chronicle. HEAT PHOTOGRAPHS. Radiation* from Warm UodUs Affect Cer tain Chemical*. The invisible radiations from a heat ed body possess the power of effecting certain chemical decompositions much after the manner of lights, as, for in stance, in photography. Among the substances sensitive to weak radiations of heat may be mentioned paper satu rated with cupric bromide, or a mixture of sulphate of copper and potassium bromide, which has a faint greenish tint that becomes olive brown in radi ant heat, and if green is used a brown image can be obtained in a minute by exposing to the radiations from a gas stove, and on treatment with silver nitrate this image becomes black by reason of the reduction of the silver. Bichromated paper Is affected by radi ant heat, as by light, and paper im pregnated simply with sulphate of cop per yields a feeble image, which be comes nearly black when ticated with silver nitrate. A mixture of sulphate of copper and oxalic acid gives a paper ■which becomes brown on cxjiosure. Chlorate of copper is also very sensitive, the faint blue color becoming a deep green. Similarly used bromide of tin behaves os if exposed to light, but un exposed parts become very black when treated with silver nitrate. Nitrate of silver, which is markedly acted upon by light, is slightly browned when ex posed to heat radiation, and the tint is deepened by hydroqninone or gallic acid.—St Louis Republic. Of Coarse. “It is always safe to make a small boy a present of a new knife.” “Why?” “Because he lias always just lost bis old one.”—Chicago Record. a . ... . .