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. THE LEDGER: GAFFNEY, S. C., MAY 27, 181>7. OLD-TIME RELIGION. :d Enough for the Sago of Rocky Crook. Hut tlie I.nteat Style Tun>> '1; lnT» «•*>»»« Slile OutanU’’—HunK Ksl- Ulni, Mnrrlen the Hartley Gener- utiun—Little .\e,vt WixuinH. Plain, old-time religion is goo<l erougli for mo—and good enough for you—a n d ir o o d enough for every body. You see some people go and git religion, but when 1 hey come b a e !c t hey ha ven’t got t he old-fashion are more new-fangled, high-flyin fool no tions in regards to religion than a most anything else now adays. Religion which makes a man sorrowful and sad instid of joyoufc like and glad ain’t worth pick in up in the big road. Si pbdn, old-f.ushior sort. There an "si “Tarneil \Vr«>tiK Stile OI3tJ!rlls. ,, What makes me tell you what I do? Ren Chris Weaver come up from the old Panther creek settlement some days •ago, and passed a night with me. You .see me and Pen Chris have been as friendly and thick as four in a lied from the golden days of boyhood clean through till now. And westill visit and sw ap lies and mix tobacco at least onest a year, to keep our old acquaintance young and the recolloctiorsof old times fiosh so far us me and him are con cerned. “They have now got so infernal many new pints and fancy trimmius and ex tra touches on the game, Jtufe, till blamed if 1 know what cards are com- in next,” says Ben Chris that night after supper. “From the way in which they run things in this present day and generation, it wouldn’t lx* no ways sur- prisin to me to see two pair heat three of a kind, or four aces win the pot over a straight flush. “And what n, more, Rufe, if you ain’t as blind as a mole and as deef as a ]-ost, you can see them same new-fangled fool notions eroppin out in regards to a most anything and everything in sight. Even to the churches have got the new disease, and bless the Heavens, if some of the latest styles in religion don’t make people meaner instid of Ixd- ter. Tiuit is the Bible truth, if I ever told it. ‘Bight soon after Christmas two sobers of a new and curious religion idown intotheold settlement, and ;r skirmishiu and seoutin around edges for a few days, they put in L went to preaehin forth their strange strines. They soon got toe holt over ere at old Bchoheth church, and, by facious, they have now busted the rob wide open, and turned things pigside out aids and raised mor-' kvoather amongst the j;cople than a Iittl& As for me, Bufe, 1 don’t take no stock in any such contortionments, but from all 1 cjui hear and pick up around amongst the people, the new preachers set forth and maintain that accord in to the Bible and the declared words of the 12 epistles, a man has got the right to marry himself olf w ith as many vari ous and sundry women as he wants to. They preach some otlierwild and woolly doetriin's, but that plii|x‘rfe<y fool no tion about mariyin is the maii.cst new pint in their religion, “.Vow, it would seem like .s >n:e of the nembers at old UehoLcth -which yea recollect that church was built up ac- eordin to the Methodist faith and order way back in the early settlement of the country—-they took up with tko new doctrine, whilst others kicked and wouldn’t touch it with a -lO-foot pole. But Anally at last the biggest side stood by the new prercaers, and tiie others— them that are Methodists lill yet, and Methodists till iit-y die—they had to pull oil and take out and quit the church. “But the most strangest thing in the whole business to me, Bufe, comes from the fact that some of the women folks have took up with that multitudinous fool notion about more wives than one for every man. It wouldn’t look so t remend ins pussin strange for the men folks to take up with such doctrines, hut blamed if 1 can see how they ever got it to go down, with the won.cn. But it won’t hold water, Bufe. 1 told them people from the jump that they run their religion dead square agin common sense and rough shod over IniLiau na ture, and they can’t. The devil is in it, and cousqucutially they are hound to play the devil with it.” "" ’ •!*. lie Married the Whole in;*<y. “As you will no doubts recollect, Bufe, 1 never did make out like J hud more religion than the man which built cup the first church,” Ben Chris went on, in his plain, blunt way. “but what little I have got is natural and honest and in line with the general govern- l^mcnt. The laws of the land and the laws of nature stand up agin the new fangled religion .vhieh they have been preachin over at old Bchoheth church, and it is hound to go down to rack and ruination in the due fullness of time. "Old man Bank Kddins and his wife was the very first to take up with them new preachers. They took ’em in at their house, and give ’em their hoard free gratis for nothin, and jest natural ly skimmed the milk and fed ’em on the cream. And then the mainest lead- ,ts in the fight for the new-fangled re ligion which finaily at last split old I Behobeth wide open and turned things lu roiig side, outards was old man liiunk and his wife. To me it want no livays snrpiisin to see old man Hank fine nj) with that side, hut I never rotdd of thought it in regards to his lietter twortliirds. Well, I rtlther ex- liect the o!\|l lady has now got enough [1 B. and some to spare, whilst old man Bank no doubts feels like he tool: and bit oil a whole lot more than he will eier worry down in peace and safety. "You understand, Bufe, soon as ever the Fddinses and their side whipped the fight old man Hank didn’t do a blame thing But light out and pitch in to praetice what they preached. And fioni that about the next news we got the old silver-haired idiot had took the hit in his teeth and married three more wives. Say, Bufe. don't yon remem ber that Bartley generation of people •—old man Luke Bartley and his gang —which lived over there in the forks? Well, three of them Bartley women— Sukcy and -Van and Shng—are still with us in the flesh. They never had got married so fur as I know, and never had any bright prospects to speak of. They likewise also took up with the new-fangled religion which played the devil over at Bchoheth church. So it come to pass on one of them bright and beautiful spring days old man Bank hooked up his mules and wagon, driv over in the forks and married the Hart ley women—all three at a pop—and fetched 'em hack home with him for better or for worse. 1 hear that Mises llddins was rut her somewhat agin the ?»'>i r.ent at the start, hut old man HarJ. quoted Scripture oil’hand so fast and furious till she at last give in and told him he mought go on with the good work and practice what they preached. But when he returned hack Lome late that evenin with three new wives the old lady had her doubts about it and was pullin on the bits con siderable in her quiet, humble way. Anil tin* Storm “tSust Loose.” "Now, that was on a Saturday, and by Sunday night a most terrilie big storm had riz and bust loose over there at the Eddins place. The women folks had fell out and fussed and Anally at last got inton rouglwmd-titmble,eatoh- as-eateh-eau tight. From all the signs and general nppearments it is hard to tell for certain w ho come out first and second best. Old man Rank had went oiT to tend a night meet in at the church, and his various and sundry v. ives they lit and fussed and fussed and lit till he come home and indefinitely post poned the performance. "But, at any rates, the Bartley wom en packed up their duds bri ght and early next mornin and moved back down in the forks. On that same day the high sheriff come out w ith papers of eompellmcnt and took old man Hank to jail on the general charge of too in fernal much plurality In v.gard to his wives. “Old Mises Eddins has p-ati sick abed the past two weeks consequentially from the storm which bust loose that Sunday night, but she is still holdin things down at the home base. When them Bartley women moved backdown to the forks one of them was totin her left arm in a sling, whilst the other two didn’t have enough hair left—both of them put together—to plait one whip cracker. “And now, with old man Hank in the county jail, and his wife in bed, and the Bartley family laid up for repairs, J am Jeanin to the opinion that the new fangled religion is bound to go. It mought work tolerable well in some fnrren country, Bufe, but by gatlins it won’t hold water down there in the old settlement, where human nature has been human since the flood run down, and men and women are flesh and blood till yet.” WHY HE IS A BACHELOR. WEDDED IN PRISON. Ml tie Xeirt WlfCislna. There was weepin and wailin and a general smashin of teeth at the Wig gins place over in the hill country last Tuesday mornin. And what do you reckon was the matter? Nothin much exeeptin that little Newt, the onlyest hoy on the place, come up missin, and they couldn't tell where to find him. Little Newt, as everybody was wont to call him, was the first and last horn son of Lon and Jenny Wiggins. All the rest of their boys, la the mysterious ways and wisdom of kind Providence, turned out to be girls, and there ain't but 13 in the family. Little Newt is now dost up to 17 years old, hut not much bigger than a minnit till yet. If you never was a hoy, and the onlyest hoy on the place, you never w ill knew what little Newt has passed through since he shed his colt's teeth. There is so infernal much to do that nobody is titten to do hut a y earl in boy —so everlastin Biany rough places which he fits to a nat's bristle. Along in durin the last two years they have had that hoy linked in and strung out at all sorts of work, from driv in the ex wagon to pii'kin up chips and kindlin the fires. There was no rest for the weary or the wicked or little Newt Wig- gius. Bright and early last Tuesday mornin little Newt come by our house, and somehow I could tell from his genera! r.ppearmer.ts that he was runniu away from home and moviu his washin to heat six bits, lie had a little wallet on his hack and was hittin the big road in the high places only. I was fumhlin and foolin around »ut there about Hie lot gate when he come along, and 1 Jet on like 1 didn't see him. But he slowed up a little and went on to te!l me what was already as plain as a whitewashed fence around a graveyard - he was run- tiin away from home. 1 didn't say if* blame thing, only told him not to take any had money on his rounds and ask him what was the matter at home. "They fetched anot her baby there last week," says he, whilst the tears as big as glass marbles backed up in his eyes and rolled dow n his cheeks—“and dnd- blnme the luck, it is only one more girl.” With that the poor hoy strurk off up the road, bitiu off about four feet at every step. My doctrine is that the best I lace in the whole diseotered world for a boy is right there at home with his own home folks. But for the life of me 1 couldn't And it in my heart to blame little Newt. If I was the onlyest boy in a family of 13. and gnl babies still a (<omin. I mought maybe do as he has done and move my washin to parts un- ‘ nowu. P.UFl'8 8 AN PE 118 ARP A CHILD AGAIN. Eomanco of a St Louis Stroct-Car Conductor. He Fell In Love with a Fair Pintsen- Ker Whose Marriage Intermitted LI* Dream Hut Not III* Sim ple Faithfulness. We are not likely to think of romance in connection with theunan who rings up fares. He is mortal like ounselve-s, however, and, being so, is a target lor Cupid’s darts. There is a tall, quiet-mannered man whose hair and mustache show the frosts of age. who could tell an in t ere s'!- ing story of an unprofitable attachment if he would. You remen:l>er the tender little love story that appeared in magazine forma year or two ago and which maidens | cried over and ladies specula ted ,ipon at j afternoon teas? It was as tantalizing j in its way as Frank Stockton’s ve.va- j lions question, the lady or the tiger? I Bid Luke know? the ladies asked each other, and the answer was according to 1 the temperament of the speaker, for i the author had left it a mystery. Luke, ; ; bluff, lovable backwoodsman, tells a t comrade about the sojourn of n family i of wealth and culture in his neighbor- j hood one summer long before, and ; about the lovely girl of queer actions, j Everyone who reads the story as the j author makes Luke tell it knows that 1 the girl loved Luke. There it ends, j with no promise of hope’s fruition. ! The gray-haired conductor was tell ing the story to a friend who stood | with him on the platform the other day. [ "That man is one in a thousand,” I s aid the friend afterwards to a St. Louis : Bepublie reporter. "He has the high- est, kind of an opinion of women. He | Irons at their shrine as he would at that of a far-away saint. He is a bachelor ! and always will he on account of the j strangest kind of a love story 3011 ever | heard. "He is a college man and has a lot i of energy, though you might think he j was lacking in anything like ambition. 1 After he graduated from college there was no opening in professional or busi- j ness channels to him. for he was a poor 1 boy who had worked his way through college. "The support of his mother and a .younger sister then devolved upon him. He had a cha nce, to get w ork as a street car conductor, and us that was the only Hoy mill Girl Ilorise-Thleve* .Marry ll«-foro Coins to Hie I’en. Love has been loudly laughing at locksmiths again. Bolts and bars have proved no obstacles to wedded bibs. Ban ( lipid has been able to shoot his. darts through the walls of a grim coun ty jail. v iriin Shaw and Gertie Fisher were re cently arrested near YViiiaington, <)., charged with horse stealing. He is a beardless boy. She is a pretty girl. 10 years old and small for her age. They had engaged in the stealing of horses together, the object being to raise money w ith v. hieh to be married and set up housekeeping. Their first venture proved to be their last. They stole the horses all right. !» r - Mi flA M T# B | ijl r ■H inn I NS \ V mbj. ffn! life l/lliL ,rv^=:- Ul :■! i /' Mi HER LAST HIDE. ALL THE BUG’S FAULT. thing that presented itself, he, like a sensihl • man, accepted it. lie had beer, at work not more than three months w hen he noticed a sweet-faced girl w ho rede on his t ar two or three times a week. She was one of the girls who ] Ue'chapel near the cycle path. She rode radiate sunshine. She smiled at every- I well, too, and she knew it. She handled one, including the conductor. His life V had hern a hard and lonely one, and it is no wonder that the sight of the gracious girl and the delicate scent of her favorite perfume set him dreaming. He began to think of the days when In- was established in a profession and might meet this girl as an equal. He noted the birdlike turn of her head at d the tendrils of hair on her neck with a lover’s delight. Jf he had been more of a clod and less of a dreamer this wouldn’t have happened, hut as it was he was made ecstatically happy by the opjKirtunity to raise her umbrella or pick up her handl.erehii f. “One week he i dssed her. Another passed and she did not appear. He overheard a conversation one day that gave him the information Ik desired. Fl.e was ill at her home. He learned the address. Next day some 1 xquisite red roses cheered the sight of the sick girl. : No card accompanied them. Lvery day the gift was repeated. “He did not see her again until one evening when she returned from the city wiiii a number of friends. "When the merry party alighted the i pretty girl looked shyly at the con 1 duetor. She hail a warm heart t: at often led her to forget tiie hffs im- | portant conventionalities. She had bade adieu to the eat al home. Why I i.ot to this quiet, stern-looking man who, she vaguely rememliered, had al- | ways been kinder than his duties re- | quired? Besides, she was so happy to- j night that her heart overflowed with j kind impulses. ’Good-by,’ she said, | softly. ‘1 shall not ridti on your line ; again soon. We go to Cleveland to live. | 1 was married to-day!’ “The hand pressure that returned j hers was gentle and respectful. The i man’s face was ashen, lie said not a ! word. He was surprised. ‘Perhaps I should not have done that,' she whis pered to the bridegroom. ’Nothingyou do could be wrong, dear.’ he whispered, and neither thought of the conductor again. 1 know him well, and I was at a loss to account for his morosenrss and the premature whitening of his j hair, it was long afterward that he told me this in a hurst of confidence. It was the death of the man’s uinhition. That happened 13 years ago. lie is n street ear conductor still, probably al ways will he. Jle seems to have no de sire to become anything else.'' With '!!N Jhjlor.ophor Attends an Eight- Year-O’.d Birthday Party. Tnkt'M Part In tiie Games — Tires of % Lable* nml W rites ol Groups Tomb nml v.t Gen eral Lee. If MARRIED IN JAIL. but they were unable to market them. While carrying out this part of their plan 1 hey were arrested, and w hat they intended for a honeymoon became a stay in jail. The} - were tried and convicted. The youth of both prisoners had much todo with tiie fact that they received a light sentence—a year in the penitentiary. A year is a long time to fond lovers when the year means separation. Kix- teen-year-oid (iertie declared that it was a shame, and that the time would never pa:ss. In the comity jail the lovers were al lowed to ; ee and talk to each other daily and the result of these talks was the resolve to he married lie fore they were taken to the penitentiary and thus separated. One thing stood in the wav of their carrying out their plans. Gertie had not attained the age at which girls can marry in Ohio without the consent of their parents. Gertie’s mother lived in Dayton and a letter was sent to her ex plaining'' the situation. By return mail a letter came from the older woman, giving her consent. On May 1 the wedding took place. The bride and bridegroom were taken from the jail to the office of the jailor, and there they were met by a minister, who joined them in marriage. They seemed as happy as they e>.pc< fed to lie when they mounted tiie horses and rode away seeking fort line anil happiness. Perhaps the story may induce Gov. Btishnell to pardon them or shorten their sentences. Spoiled Her Gown Uecuusc* It Perclioil on Her ,\e«*U. I If it hadn’t been for the hug it wouldn’t have happened. Dressed in a fetching cycle gown of fashionable tan-colored material, says the New York Journal, she rode along Eighteenth avenue in front of the iit- her bicycle gracefully with only one hand on the handle bars, and she could turn around in the saddle w it!) ease and look behind her to see who w as coming. Furthermore, s.he could ride well with Tioth hands off the handle bars. But it was the hug that did the mis chief. The little nuisance just flew from somewhere and lit on her neck, a half-suppressed scream she ROLLING INTO THE DITCH. reached mn'lly around with her left hand to brush it away. In her excite ment she h t the front wheel swerve so that it ran over the edge of t ho road, and the soft dirt giving way the bicycle rolled clumsily into the ditch, dismount ing the young woman most ungullantly. A big stone, was imbedded in the dirt. NY lien the young rider struck the ground there was a muffled sort of crash. With a frightened look, as quickly as she could extricate herself from the wheel she reached down into her pocket, very carefully, and brought nut t he shattered portions of a small flask. “You needn’t, stare so.” said she ton stable hoy who had been exercising some horses. “It’s oniy Jamaica gin- ger.” But it was the Lug’s fault, and the fetching gown didn’t look so well. Women on the Sebool Ilonrd. At the late mtinicipa! election in Philadelphia five women were chosen to serve on the school hoards. There are now 12 in all. Another birthday in the family. There are ten children and 3'.) grandchil dren, and somehow every one of them has a birthday about once a year. My wife remembers tin in all. just like she know s her alphabet, hut the alpha bet keeps lengthening out as the years roll on, nml she says her memory is weakening. Tli ere is hut one orphan in all :he lot —a little black-eyed girl w ho lives with us, and so it was agreed that she should have a birthday part3', for she was just eight 3 ears old to-da.v. It was a mighty big thing for a little girl, and will last her its lor,"' ns she lives. 1 reckon, ami she will never have a happier one. .She goes to school, and all her little friends had to lie invited. Fort3' notes had to he written and JO little envelopes had to lie hacked and put in the post office, and this afternoon at four o’clock 40 little l:o\s and girls came up tire wind ing \va3 r through the grove, and in course of time were plu3 ingen the lawn as happv' and as nois3' as a flock of blackbirds. Tlie\- played evervthing except baseball and football and other college eurrieulunis and wound up with “many, many stars in the sky.” 1 broke into the ring tm self in that game and kissed a prett3' little girl and got kissed l>3' another. Age has its priv ileges. and these are of them. By and by the piano announced that the parfv' w as prepared, the feast was ready, and so all these little folks were soon cir cled around the long table and the side ! tables, where the ice cream and the strawberries and the cake anil the flowers were nestled in luxuriant abun dance. Fight little red w*ax candles were burning in the center, and eight vases filled with flowers significant of hope that the little girl might have a light to her path and her wa3 be strewn with roses. My observation was that all these children behaved wall and have good training at home. Of course, the boys are always hungrier than the girls,and it takes more to do them. It is said that one time the queen of Shelia had 40 hoys and girls all dressed alike and ! brought in before King Solomon to ! see if his great wisdom could pick out I the boys from the girls. And so the king called for bowls of water and tow els and had them passed around for each one to w ash their hands in. The girls earefull3’ turned up their tuffs, hut the boys just sloshed their hands ! in the water regardless of spattering their sleeves. But I would have sent ice cream around in saucers, for I know that the girls would be satisfied with two, while the boys, as a general rule, could be persuaded to take one more. I don’t blame them. Good strawberry ; ice cream surely is a good thing and harmless, and three moderate saucers ! have never hurt me yet. My’ wife will [ i have another birthday in two weeks, and I shall insist on more ice cream. Well, we have had an evolution at our house that lias astonished the natives. , We have live acres of grove in front 01 | our house, and it has long been inclosed ! with 7UU feet of fence along the two ; streets that bound the t wo sidi s of our i domicile. That fence was getting old, | and had been often repaired, but re- j cently the city fathers pas.-od the cow ordinance for good, and forthwith in a day l had removed every vestige of that ; fence. It looks very odd; in fact, it j looks like South Carolina. My wife does not know whether she likes it or not; says the place looks undressed, and she feels like taking cold, hut it will save me about ^30, and that is a big 1 thing with us, now. So let the evo- ! lutiou go on. It is a sign of progn ss. Since we liaie Jived here Logs have been abolished; next the saloons, and, last, the cow s huic been ruled off the streets, and the boys, after nine o'clock at ' night. We are going to have a clean, nice, orderly town. Jf 1 was rich I would have a fountain down in the grove and n dipper chained to it. and some iron seats in the shade not far away, where the thirsty and the weary might liaie rest. These iitticattentions don't cost mui-h, and make both place and people attractive. The little things make up the sum of our life's happim as. The grand pageant that celebrated the 1 dedication of Geu. Grant's new tomb was over in u day , hut his generosity to ; Lee at Appomntcx, and his kind ness to the south after the war. eclipsed ail his lictorics. Grant had sense enough to know that his triumph was nothing to boast of. considering that he had three j soldiers to our one, and lost near a million men, and now has another niil- 1 lion on the pension rolls. Why, not even old Jack Falstati would have bragged over such a victory. But 1 liked Gen. Grant. He was a southern man, and his wife a southern woman. He owned slaves tip to the very day of freedom, and lived off ‘heir hire, so rays his biographer, Gen. Janu s Grant Wilson, and Mrs. Grant said in 8t. Augustine a few years ago that her sympathies had to be smothered all through the war for her hit: hand’s sake. J have said it before, and 1 say it again, that most all professional sol diers will offer their swords to the high est bidder. They have a preference, cf course, but patriotism is not as big a thing as personal success. If a man could see behind the scenes he would find many notable instances of this, i Then, what a lie is history; what a ! hypocrite is fame. Dr. Johnson said ' that “patriotism is the last refuge of n scoundrel.” He meant pretended patri otism, of course. Milton expressed it better when he said that “brave men and worthy patriots are dear to God and famous to ullages.” Buta soldier of fortune eon fight anywhere for a cause that is respectable. Geu. Loring told me that he could have fought against the khedive just as honorably as for him if the position and the pay had been satisfactory. But I didn’t mean to ruminate on this line. I have great respect for Gen. Grant’s memory, but when I read all the gush and parade over those cere monies and almost hear the shouts of the grand army. I was obliged to think of our side and the truth of history. £ wanted to make that monument com plete by chiseling on its capstone some figure* — only a few figures that strangers who visit it might read and wonder, and inquire where do those people live who fought that fight. Ver ily. Saul has slain his thousands, hut David his ten thousands.” And now I will cool off on some ice cream and go back and play with the children.—Bill Arp, in Atlanta Consti tution. * A FIRST CATTLE. ’J'tie Early Exticrlenoe of 11 War-Sen* Moned Soldier. An old soldier, who Lad seen service for many a year in the Crimea, India. China, Africa and Egypt, was asked one day in a London el ub whether he re membered the List time when he wu» under lire. “Certainly,” he replied. “No soldier ever forgets that experience.” "Did you feel like a hero at the time?" * "No, indeed. It was one of the great battles of the Crinn a. I was a young officer who had been run out of the military school ahead of time to fill a vacancy. 1 had hardly been in camp a week before the regiment was ordered to charge a Russian battery, which was posted in a commanding position. NYe went forward on the gallop through a ; dense cloud of smoke, swooped down upon the battery, sabred the artillery men. and captured the guns. YVe lost many of our men, but it was a very bril liant charge. Yet there was at least one hussar who acknowledged himself to be a coward from beginning to end.” “Then you were terribly frightened by y our first battle?” "Yes. that is the truth. I went ahead with the others, hut I was trembling with fear and excitement. I shut my eyes and made no attempt to guide my horse. I thought of my goo«3 mother at homo, and wondered how I had ever been so foolish as to think of the army, when there were comfortable profes sions like the ministry and the law, which I might have followed. “The charge occupied only a few minutes, but it seemed an endless time before we were behind those murderou* guns and had the cannoneers at our mercy. I was among the first to l>e with, them, nnd I swaggered with my sabre, while the horse rode down and killed a gunner. But my heart was like a hall 1 f ice. A greater coward never scram bled over an entrenchment. All the time I was repeating texts from the Bible and sentences from the Lord’s Braver, and wishing myself thousands of miles away.” The veteran laughed heartily over his reminiscences of his first battle. “The funniest part of it," he added, “was they’ considered it a great ex ploit. and insisted upon giving me a medal for my’ heroic and courageous conduct, when I was a white-faced, mean-spirited coward from first to last, and my horse did all the fighting for me. trampling the gunner underfoot.” Probably the veteran exaggerated his boyish trepidation and panic. He could have afforded to do so, for he was a seasoned soldier whose courage and even recklessness, were well known: but he was not far from the truth when he declared that no soldier ever felt like a hero when he was first under fire. —Youth’s Companion. Tiie Mnshomilmid Doll. No doubt the earliest manufactured toy of all was the doll. Little girls play with dolls everywhere, and have al ways done so. Indeed, among the iU' lu auas and Basntos at the present moment, married women carry dolls* until they are supplanted by real chil dren. There is for its possessor a curi ous individuality about a doll, altogeth er unaccountable to other people. How often may it be observed that a child will neglect the splendid new five-shil ling waxen beauty, with its gorgeous finery. and cling faithfully to the dis reputable, noseless wreck of rags that lias been its favorite hitherto! Some thing causes other children, besides Helen's babies to dislike "beyed dol lies," even to the preference foran arti cle made of an old towel. This some thing. whatever it is, is doubtless a great comfort to the small girls of Mashonnland. It is un innocent, arm less sort of rffuir, without any such disfigurement as waist or shoulder* might cause, no knee joints to get un fastened, and nothing at the end of ; ta legs to cause expense at the shoe maker's. As regards dress, it is inex pensive, |he w hole suit of apparel con sisting of a piece of string threaded throng!) a hole humanely bored through the head.- Strand. Fired 1 lie Kina. One day in a small church in Heidel berg, Germany, there entered tho church a plainly dressed man w ho took a pew near the pulpit. Soon after n haughty German lady swept up the aisle, and, seeing the stranger in her pew, ordered him to leave it. The tiian promptly obeyed, taking one of the seats reserved for the |>oor, and joining devoutly in the the services. After the services were over the Indy’s friends •gathered around her, and asked her if she knew who it was she had treated so rudely. “No, some impudent stranger,” she replied. “It was King Os< ar of Sweden," w us the answer. “Uo is here visiting the queen, who is nn in- 'olid in charge of the doctors.” The haughty German lady is still looking for u foot large enough to chastise her self with.—Every Where. —Tn Italy there are more thentei« irv pro|x>rtlon to the. |>op<j!ation timn in any other country.