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TRI-WEEKLY EDITION. WINNSBORO, S. C., JULY 15, 1880. VOL. IV.-NO.85. SOMEHOW OR OTHER. ife I s a turden for every man shoulder, Some may escape from its troubles and care; las it in youth and 'twill come when we're older, And fit us as close as the garments we wear. rrow comes Into our lives uninvited, Bobbing our hearts of their treasures of song ; - ver grow cold and friendships are slighted, Yet solnehow or other we worry along. very-day toll is an every day blessing, ,hough poverty's cottage and crust we may share % eak is the back on which burdens are press ing, But stout is the heart that is strengthened by prayer. mehow or other the pathway grows brighter Just when we mourn there were none to be friend; ope in the heart makes the burden seem lighter, And somehow or other we get to the cnd. e Charlington Hardness. Helen Charlington was as white as the rmine cloak which she had wrapped about er head and face. Perhaps it was the ight air that made her shiver; but she aced Doctor Warren Bolton with a deter Ination which needed no words *or its ex pression. "But Helen-" "Listen to me. If you cannot come to ight, do not come to me again anywhere. it is the end between us." "Helen, 11elen I" Her eyes had not left his face. "Are you going?" she said slowly. For an instant lie seemed to waver; but nly for ann instant. "I am going, Helen," he said as slowly; 'if you ever want me I will come back to ou.1 He doubted afterward If she had even eard the words, so quickly did she turn way from him. le caught the dazzle of lie brilliantly lighted room which she en red, turned his face to the darkness and lie cold again, and strode off where duty alted for him. The Charlingtons were called "a hard mily," not from any social shortcomings, ut on account of their well-known obsti pacy. Seth Charlington was one of the est manufacturers in Riverford, and in the numerous strikes among its operativcs, ways held is own against them longer ,4,d more successively than any other mill wner. le had discarded his only son for me slight disobedience. Rumor said that is wife, who had died when the boy was rn, had gone gladly out of a home in hih she had never known happiness. here was but one other child, a daughter, 'the image of her father," every one eed, and the Impression prevailed in Averford that she was exactly like him in Isposition. A few who knew the facts serted that she had taken her brother's art with such determination that both of hem had been ordered to leave the house ever to return to it; Helen being pre ented from doing so only by the refusal f her brother to allow her to sacrifed her If to his Interests. That Helen and her ather were too much alike to agree was ell known, though their lives ran in such lifferent directions that they seldom 4 lashed. Mr. Charlington's time was spent 4mong the loonis and spindles of his factory .1to which he would not wholly trust any verseer. His daughter was a social favor . She enjoyed a life of singular free om, and with abundance of money at her uommad, gathered about her in her -ther's house whatever friends she pleased select. Mr. Charlington was glad to 'pe any display which could be made with is money, although too busy in making ~ore to take time for any comfort of his HWielen, after her engagement to Doctor ~iolton, found herself for the first time In her life in a position where she was occa onally called upon for some self-sacrifice. or this her previous life had wholly un ~tted her. Much as she loved Warren Selton, the new relation betweecn them had ot existed six weeks before they had any stormy times and words. HIe was a ~<pular young physician, with a large ~~ctice among the mill operatives, and "elen, though neither a jealous nor capri 'Ious weoman; was exacting and unreason e.She ignored the poverty and wretched .' saof thme world. That there was a good ca or It she knew in a vague, general rt of way ; for Doctor B3olton, lie was ontent to have It so. It would have been a first Instinct to shield her from any ing disagreeable or painful, had she 'ceded such protection. But for himself e reserved the right of ministering to the icted, asking no help In his work, but bmitting to no interference. His own mfort and convenience he was always adly to sacrifice to her, that of his tients, even the poorest among them ver I and slight as the causes of their arrels had been, they Involved a prin Ie vital to both. The old New England fashion of a anksgiving dinner had always been hold the Charlington family, and Helen's In ted guests always made a gala day of at would have been in Beth Charling:~ 's house a' very sombre festival. On sparticular occasion ahe had arranged Ittlo different programme. The preced summer Mr. Charhington had built a ecottage on the bluffs by the seaside, N:cmiles so.uth of Rtiverford, and it was len's fancy to Invite-the guests, who at ej rent times had sojourned there with *, to a Thanksgiving party by the side the sea. H1cr father humored what lie led -one 'of hior many unaccountable ime. The sleighing was fine, the ather perfect, and It would have been rd to find a merrier party than the one ~mbled at the ocean at that unaccus ed season. But Dr. IBolton was absent. len had not waited 'for him. She had elvded a note f rom hium before they left ecity, saying that business detained h, and lie should, if possibla, drive down the cottage later in the dlay. She was ribly annoyed at the disappointment. oelied always made Thanksgiving her atest holiday of the year, and never be o had anything occurred to mar its easure. "Heartless and selfish where I am con ned," was the feeling with which she hed in her hand the little note. It was ely too brief and curt to be hoverhike, t was true, but Helen refused to con er under what paintul pressure it was bably written.s The whole day passed without his ap pearancoe, every hour intensifying Helen's auger against him. It was nearly ten o'clock before he entered the house, pale and worn, and, without remvlng his over coat, he niade his way directly to Mr. Charlington. A few animated words passed between them, evidently disap pointing the doctor, who, crossing the room to Helen, said hurriedly. "Come this way one minute. I must go directly back to the city." Her first Impulse was to turn away from him. Her second to make him answer for what she considered nothing less than an Insult. She followed him without a word to the front door, whore he stepped outside so as not to be overheard; but one glance at her face made him realize the useless ness of words. "You must trust me, Helen," he said, "until I can explain," but she would not listen making her own terms. And so they parted. "If you ever want me, I will come to you." Over and over she heard the words, and hated herself for hearing them, as she moved, smiling and brilliant, among her guests. Her father was apparently at his ease, but she knew from the red spot on his forehead that something had disturbed him. The Thanksgiving party was a great success. At precisely twelve o'clock the sleighs wore brought to the door, and all returned to the city, separating for their several homes with many hearty congratu lations to the host and hostess. Mr. Charhngton's tace was still flushed. Even the drive In the snowy air had not lessened his color. Helen removed her wrappings, and sat dcwn facing him. "Doctor Bolton had some news for you, father. What was it I" le glowed at her angrily. "Nothing pleasant for you to hear, Helen." "I have heard thjpgs before that were not pleasant," was the answer, "and I have a special reason for wanting to know." "Doctor Bolton made a discovery in his visit to-day. Your brother Edgar is in Riverfork Hospital, brought there yester day, lie tells me, from Now York." At the mention of her brother's name Helen sprang to her feet. "And you " she gasped. "I am in no way responsible. Edgar took his own course. I told him that If lie left the house that night, he need never return to It. For once lie obeyed me." 'Father, father I And you can be so cruel I it is Thanksgiving night." "Did you forget that," he sneered, "when you sent Bolton away with almost the same words. I heard them-aci dentally. Appeal was useless, Helen knew. With out another word she left the room. At six o'clock that morning she was driven to the hiosp11al, and Rhown tn hori hrnther'n room. Doctor Bolton had spent the night there; but that very hour Edgar had passed beyond the need of any human friends. 11elen stood rigid by her brother's bedside. "He is to be brought to my father's house," she said, without looking toward the doctor, who waited silently, and with out another word she passed him. At the door she hesitated an Instant, looking back at the living and the dead, the only two she had ever loved on earth. But Warren Bolton's face was hidden in his hands, and, crushing the Impulse that had moved her, she made her way out into the street. Her father was alone at the breakfast table. "Edgar will be brought home to-day," she said, sharply. "You had your way with him when he was alive, I take n.ine now lie is dead," and she passed on her solitary way up-stairs. The paths of Helen Charlingtonm and Warren Bolton never crossed each other. lie heard of her often as a brilliant mom ber of thme society to which she pro-emi nently belonged. She know nothing of him, as lis work and time were given to a class of the community with which she could have nothing in common. Thanksgiving had never been observed in the family after the day spent at thme seashore. Father and daughter passed It separately, and if it was an anniversary for either, it was never spoken of. It was four years afterward that Helen, a few days before the annual holiday, announced her Intention of spending it at thme seaside cottage. It was really a delightful month, a prolongation of tIme Indian summer, but Thanksgiving Day dawned as bleak and cheerless as the heart of the lonely woman by the sea. Toward nooin a stornm came up, the day wore away in a; tempest, which lulled at nightfall. Hfelen, wrapped in her solitary nmusings, and watching the roll of the enormous breakers on the beach, was Interrupted by her maid, "One of thme fIshermen from the shore would like to speak to you, Mliss Oharling ten." HIe entered as she spoke, an old weather beaten man. evidently in groat distress. "It's my boy," ho explained, "hurt, my lady. They brought him ashore, and the Riverford doctor has come down to see him, but It's a bit of tihe brandy that's wanting, lady, and I thought may-be you would have It to give me." As the maid left the room to got the needed supply, she asked, "Doctor fbo toin? "Oh, yes, lady, thme doctor who is so good to the poor fisher folks. .lHe always comes when we need hhn, God bless him, though it's little of thme money lie gets from any of us." The old man hurried away with thme brandy. A few minutes later a servant was dispatched with an immense basket of provisions, and a note which ran : "WARREN, you said if I ever wantedl you, you would come to me. If there is less hardness In your heart thtan in our family blood, Comne and spend Thiank'sgiv ing evening with "HELEN." It was fully three hours later before Doctor Bolton stepped upon the cottage piazza. It was duty first. then, as it lied always been. But a woman met him at the door, eager, impetuous, radiant. With one look iato lia intense, loving eyes, she threw her arms about him. "Take mne back," phe cried, "hore, inm the very spot where I was so cruel years ago. I have wanted you all the time, Warren." And a he folded her close to his heart he realized the love which could conquer the Charlington hardness, was a love worth waiting for, and to both it was indeed a Thanksgiving. French Meat-Markets and Restaurantu. The restaurants, hotels, and pastrycooks, shops in Paris, are visited by a special set of inspector, whose business it is to ascer tain whether the kitchens are clean and the cooking utensils free from verdigris. The Grand Hotel and Cafe Anglais are amend able to this Inspection equally with the meanest eating-houses of the suburbs; and If the inspectors discover any ground of complaint they visit the house day after till the owner mends his manners. Butchers, fishmongers poulterers and pork-butchers have also a set of inspectors specially ap pointed to watch over them, and many ex cellent laws exist in France for keeping the premises of these tradesmen in a healthy condition. Thus, the butcher's shops must have nothing wooden In their fixtures ex cept the chopping-block. The floor must be covered with enamel tiles, and in place of shutters there must be iron bars, that fresh air may pour into the shop at all hours of the night. No slaughtering Is allowed on the premises of butchers of pork, the giant slaughter-houses at La Villette being sufficient to meet the requirements of all Paris. Here the cattle and pigs ae brought along the outer boulevards between ten o'clock at night aud nine in the morning, so that there may be no passing of flocks and herds through the city in broad day light: and all the delivery of meat must be effected before ten A. M., in carts having white cloths to cover the quarters of beef and mutton. Bad meat may be so chop ped up with pepper, spices and garlic that all tell-tale flavor will be disguised; but the meat must be bad, for the pork butchers so undersell the butchers, that they would ap parently have us believe that halt a pound of veal and a similar quantity of han can be mixed up with spices and sold as pie, for about three pence cheaper than a pound of plain veal I Let us pass lightly over this delusion. The inspectors can only do their best, and if they discover offal or tainted meat on a pork-butcher's premises they in mediately report the man to the Tribunal do Simple Police, where he is scolded nnd fined; at the same time his shop will be watched for weeks, till perhaps on sone dark night a lad will be discovered stealing in with a sackful of dead cats, (logs, and rats, all ready for consignment to those teriible steam mincing machines, which make chopped dog look like hashed beef for you in a trice. Coming now to the pastry cooks, grocers, and bakers, the honest folks have to put up with a great deal of inspection, the gro cers and bakers in connection with their weights, the pastry cooks because of the poisonous coloring matter which they sometimes put into their sweetmeats. Be fore the "liberty of baking" had been de orood, which wno only about a dozon years ago, absurd raids used to be made upon bakers to see if they sold pastry, and past ry cooks were heavily fined if they sold bread. To this day the bakers form a cir poration governed by rather peculiar laws, which compel them to sell common bread in two-pound or four-pound loaves accort ing to the tariff, which never varies in bebt, or worst wheat seasons. A "Caisse de la Boulangerie" indemnifies the bakers for the losses they may sustain in time of war or famine; and they repay the fund out of the profits they clear in years of plenty. Thus the gains'of the trade lie wholly in the sale of fancy bread, which is not tariff ed, and it was because the profits in this direction were so small that the state ended by reluctantly conceding the principle that no harm would be done if bakers took to .>aking cakes and tarts in their ovens. French pastry cooks enjoy the privIege of selling liquors, wines and beer without a special license, provided they retail it to customers who are eating on their premis es; but the only ones wvho seem to make an extensive use of this faculty are the proprietors of two or three big Parisian houses patronized by the English. These sell a great deal of port and sherry. To concludle with the inspection of food, an admirable feature id~ connection with it is the perfect incorruptibility of the agents employed In tIs work. They are armed with very wide powers; they are poorly paid, and consequently exposed to many temptations; yet the cases in which they have been known to abuse their trust are so rare that they must be regarded as inev itable exceptions to a rule of entire blame lessness. In the halls where quantities of edibles-and notably fish-are condemned every day, the market wvomen loathe the inspectors, but no one ever ventures to ac cuse these useful public servants of tamp ering with their duty, either for fear or favor. I3rough,t to hook. A funny, scene occurredl at a recent city election in New England, which neither political party has appeared anxious to publish. Managers on both, sides had a hand in It, with an axe or two to be ground. It was needful to work in some raw voting material freshly imported, but'seime of it couldn't read. To overcome this diflculty, and meet the constitutional reading test, a selected passage was agreedi upon In ad Vance, and drilled in to the applicanit. Upon his appearance before the proper officer "to be made a vot.er," lie promptly read (from memory) the sentence p)ointed out, an(i was acceptedi. Among these candidates was a p)reternia turally stupidl son of the Emerald Isle. In vain he tried to commit to memory the single line from the second amendment to thie Constitution of the United States, "The right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be intringedl." A half hour of hard wvork left him still uncertain, though hopeful, of his ability to repeat the words. Time was up, and ho was ushered into the presence of the kcen-cyed guardian of the franchise. Trho preliminary questions were answeredl with a frankness and accuracy which left nothing to be desired. Then came the cruicial test. "Can you readl?" "Oh, yis, to be sure." "Well, read this. "-pointing to the line before mentioned. The Irishman took the book, gazed at it intently, turned it upside down, remarked incidentally that "radin' seemed to come hard this mornin'," scratched his head, looked around in vain for the cue from hisa "coach," and almost gave ump in despair, but finally shouted: "Be gorra, I have it. Ivery man alhall ha aumncc to carry a unon 1" Mrs. Grunper on Baby Shows. The other day a lady called on 3ir. Grumper's wife, informing the latthr per son that she (the visitor) was on the com mitteo for inviting babies to the prize baby show, soon to be given. "No," said the old lady, "I can't to nothing for you, becoz, in the first place, I hain't got any baby to begin with, and mi the second, I don't believe in baby shows." "For reasons herinafter to be express ed," put in the ol man, as he detected a significant glitter in his wife's eyes. "Now," began Airs. G., "there was that baby show in Milton, when me and Josiah lived there and Wilberforce was but a tairteen months old, and a dear, sweet, un -9inplainin' child." "Ah, hum-m I" from Ml r. Grumper. "The neighbors said lie was t1e finest boy that ever sucked paint off a red-colored rattle or cut teeth under disadvantgeous circumstances. Ile was such a nice, peace ful. child, lie was; never getting out of ht mor, ullus good, seeming Hke lie knew that yelling wouldn't help him through any quicker. The folks down there at Milton got up a baby show, and the first prize was a twenty-five dollar cradle, to Pe given' to the finest baby exhibited inside of three days at the town hall. Josiah kndws how I fixed Wilber up and combed his silky locks until the first day of the fair caie, and how when it did come I took uim over on an old wheelbarrow. I sigh to think of it-of the fair. When I got there they was about forty brats arranged along the wall in cradles, and in I wheeled, toting Wilber and wheelbarrow up along 'ginst the wall. I took him back and forward tUie whole three days, and at the end of the third (lay the time for prizes was at hand, and I was all of a tremble. There was five deacons on the judge's connittee, and towards evening they all come down to where I was sitting with the wicelbarrow, coming to inspect my baby,-I found. The first one grabbed him by the nose, and when the poor infant gasped, the big brute laughed and shuck his finger at the rest. Another one stepped up and says, 'Good woman we must test the physical qualifications of your child;' and then h.e lifted the poor child purty near out of the barrow by his cars. My blood begun to boil, when ip came another sayin,' 1 e must examine his phrenologistic capacities.' Then the son of-a-easter-egg began rappin' his knuckles about the child's head, much to the amuse ment of the rest of the committee. I could stand it no more, so rushin' up to the skinny brute I gave himni a smart lick in the right eye with one hand and punched his ribs with the other. I treated his associ ates to a similiar dose, and airing my opinions of their individual selves, I trun died the wheelbarrow out, invoking disas ter to the whole concern. Since which time," the old lady mused, - wiping the prespiration from her brow, "I hain't been to no prize baby shows." "Thank heaven I" said Josiah. 'But whuit becam of L,he other babies ?" queried the committee lady, as she arose to go. "Who got the prize ?" "I ain't certain," said the lady, "but I heard they give it to the minister's brat-a yaller-mouthed, frecklefaced, red-headed little brat. Good day." The Irish Earl's Stratagem. The Castle of Mogeely, two miles from Tallow, was a principal seat of the Des mond family. At t1fla castle resided Thomas, the great Earl of Desnond, who had a favorite steward that often toojc great liberties with his Lord, and, by his permission, tyrannized over the Earl's tenants equally with his master. This steward, unknown to the Earl, gave an in vitation in his Lord's name to a great number of cliefs of Munster, witi their followers, to come and spend a month at this castle. The invitation was accepted, and crowds of gentlemen flocked in, to the great surprise of Desmond, who began to be alarmed lest sufficient provisions should not be found for such a number of guests. They had not stayed many clays when pro visions in reality began to fail ; and at last the Earl'a domestics informed him that they cou'.d not furnish out a dinner for the next da4y. The Earl knew not what to do, foir his p)rlde could iiot, brook to let his guests know anything of time matter; be sie, lis favorite stewartd, whlo used to h ip him in such diflcules, was absent. A ; length lie thought of a stratagem to a ire his credit ; and inviting all his cOm2 pany to hunt next morning, ordlered his ser vants to set fire to the castle as soon as thej were gone, amid p)retend it wvas done by a.icident, The Earl and lisa company hunted all the forenoon, and from the ris ing gi ounds lie every moment, expected with a heavy heart to se~e Mogceley in flames. At length, about dinner time, to lisa great surprise, lisa favorite steward ar rived, mounted upon a fresh hiorse. The Earl threatened k'm severely for being so long absent at auch a juncture. Thle steward told him lhe id arrived just, in time enough at the castie to prcycnelt his orders from being executed and further, t,bat lie had brought a large supply of corn and cattle sufilcieint to subsist him and lis company for some months. This news not a little rejoiced the Earl, who re turned with lia guests to the Castle, where they found suflcient of every thing they wanted. IHad PeiInmahti,. Th'le first Napoleon had so little mastery over his pen that his letters from Germany to Josephine were at first sight taken for rough maps of the seat of war. John. W. Brooks, the railroad manager, wrote to a main living on the Michigan Central route, thircateniing to prosecute hhni forthwith, un less lie remioved a barn liehad run upon the Company's property. T1hie recipient did not read the letter, for readimng it, was un possible ; but lie made out the signature, and arrived at time conclusion that t,he man ager had favored hin with a free pass along tihe line. As such lie used it for a couple of years, ino conductor on the route being able to dispute lis reading of the documcent. II. WV. Becerm can hardly lie conisidecredi a model scrib)e, seeing that one of lia dauighters owned that lier three guld lng rules In copying lisa manuscript were that if a letter was dotted it was not an i; and if it was crossed it was not a i; and if a word began with a capital it (lid not com menice a sentence. Ilorace GIreeley's dis charge of a compositor by note, we all re mornber, wasn used as a recommendation of character, which brought the bearer honor and positiop. Theodore Parker, who was about the worst writer hereabouts within the last thirty years, took the premium when at. snhool for the best pnmanship. A Wedding Trip. They seem to have a queer way out west of of treating a man on iis'wedding trip. Some time ago-titi according tothereliable local 9hronicler-a beautiful and timid young girl, in company with a particularly ugly looking man, got aboard a train on an Iowa railroad. They attracted the attention of the passengers at once; the girl appeared so uneasy and the man so anxious, that the most dreadful things were easily imagin able. After a while it ocurred to some of the more chivalrous that the ugly man was running off with this beautiful young girl in a way that he had no right to do. So certain were they of this that a meeting was held in the smoking car, and a vigilance committee appointed to see that the ugly man was put off the train and the beautiful girl protected, At a very lonely place on the road they proceeded to perforn their whole duty. The train was stopped, and while the beautiful young girl went into a swoon the vigilance committee bound and gagged the ugly man and threw hin from tile train into the swamp. lie was left there, while the train went on about its business. In the course of an hour the beautiful young girl came to and asked for "him," and the chairman of the vigilance comuittee, in the simple language of the p)rairie, said : "Cheer up, sissy ; we give him the grand bounce off'n the rear plat form." Tle beautiful young girl went into another swoon, but she flnally recovered enough ot her senses to tell the impetuous gentlemen who had appointed themselves her protectors that the ugly man was her husband, that he was a Sunday school teacher, and just too sweet for anything. The vigilance committee has retired from the business of rescuing beautiful young girls from ugly-looking men. The Husband's Conmandments. 1. 1 am thy husband, whom thou didst row to love, honor and obey; for I saved thee from old-maldisn and the term of sin Tlc blessedness. II. Thou shalt not look upan any other nan to love or admire him; for I am thy iusband, who will visit the sin of the wife apon followers; therefore keep thou faith Rully to thy marriage vows. i1I, Thou shalt not backbite thy hus band, nor speak lightly of him ; neither shalt thou expose his faults to his neigh bors, lest he should punish thy perfidy by a deprivation of sundry items, such as bon iets, dresses, etc. IV. Thou shalt purchlise cigars for thy husband rather than ribbens for thyself. V. Thou shalt not go to.the opera or eve ning parties without thy husband; neither shalt thou dance too frequently with thy "cousin" or thy "husband's" friends. VI. Thou shalt not listen to flattery nor accept trinkets from any man save thy lusband. VII. Thou shalt not rifle thy husband's pockets for money when lie is asleep ; neither shalt thou read any letters thou mayest find therein ; for it is his business to look after his own affairs, and thine to let his alone. Vill. Thou shalt conceal nothing from thy husband. IX. Thou shalt not make false repre sentations of the state of the pantry, thy purse or thy wardrobe. X. Remember to rise early in the morn ing and be prepared with becoming good humor to welcome thy husband at the breakfast table. XI. Look for no jewelry from thy hus band on the anniversary of thy wedding, for it is written:- "Blessed are those who expect nothing, for they shall not be dis ftppointed." Taning Animals. Tihe ancients apparently knew littec of natural science. The Romans domestica Led some animals, and acclimated many more than we have yet (done in our (lay. Rome, in a' her degenerate (lays, saw astounding collectionus of hippopotami, ostriches and giraffes, hundreds of which were let loose into her gigantic arenas, with whole p)acks of lions and tigers; but the only object of these sanguinary shows was to gratify the brutal appetite for slaughter shared alike by profligate emperors andc a dlegradled people. The only remarkable success obtained in those days was the skill of the numerous professional tamcrs, who seem to have done won :lcrs. "They tame the tigers" says a poem of early imperial dat.e, ''they soften the rage of the lion, converse with the elephants, and render these unwieldly masses fit for human arts and dluties." Nor was their skill confined to dancing apes or talking parrots, to dramatic (togs andl acrobatic elephants; they seem actually to have been able to change the nature of the fiercest brutes, for Marc Anthony rode about Rome in a chariot to which two lions were yoked; and Berenice, the Egyptian Queen, had a fav orite lion, who is reportedi to have eaten at her table, and to have licked her checks. Up to the fourth century it was a regular p)rofe5.alon to "make b)ears, bulls, andl lions fit for intercourse with men." A Bird Baby. The phlenomednon Is a baby, in France, aged six months, named Augustine Lavur, the nape of whose neck has the singular gift of producing an uninterrupted succes sion of feathers. Twenty-three have al ready sprouted, reached maturity andl fal len off, to be carefully stored up b)y the in fant's father, a workingman, whose future may lie considered madhe if the amazing story turns out correct. The manner in which these feathers grow is thus desacribed: A pimple forms on the nape of the neck, quite close to the roots of the hair. At the exp)iration of a certain time the pimple blossoms into a feather, the chIld, at the moment wvhen It appears, seeming to ex p)erience a slight uneasiness. The feather, which is curled and( gilded, attains, when fully grown, from ten to t welve centimetres in length, WVhen it falls a few drops of whitish color issue from the pimple, which then heals, leaving no trace of its existence for a while until another appears, inclosing the germ of another feather. A curious circumstance, says tale Vigie, is that the feather remains six days on the infant's neck when fully grown before falling, and that its successor takes as many dlays to sp)rout as its predlecessor to reach maturity. The father of the phenomenal child in tendls taking it to Paris within a few clays in order to ask science to invest,igate the cause of tIs freak of nature, which, if it really exists, it is certainly one of the strangest heard of recently. --William HI. Vanderbilt employs twenty-seven thousand seven hundred and six men. The oewitched.Clock. About half past eleven o'clock on Sun day night, a human leg, enveloped in blue broadcloth, might have been seen entering Cephas Barberry's kitchen window. The leg was followed finally by the entire per son of a lively Yankee, attired in his Sun day go-to-meetin' clothes, It was, in short, Joe Mayweed who thusburglariously, in the dead of the night, won his way into the deacon's kitchen. "Wonder how much the old deacon made by orderin' me not to darken his door again ?" soliloquized the,young man. "Promised him I wouldn't but didn't say nothin' about winders. Winders is just as good as doors, it there ain't no nails to tear your trowsers onto. Wonder if Sal 'II come down? The critter promised me. I'm afraid to move here, 'cause I might break my shins over somthin' or other, and wake up the old folks. Cold enough to freeze a polar bear here. Oh, here comes Sally !" The beautiful maiden descended with a pleasant smile, a tallow canile, and a box of matches. After receiving a rapturous greeting, she made up a roaring fire in the cooking stove, and the happy couple sat down to enjoy the sweet interchange of views and hopes. But the course of true love ran no smoother in old Barberry's kitchen than it did elsewhere, and Joe, who was making up his mind to treat him self to a kiss, was startled by the voice of the deacon, her father, shouting from her chamber door : "Sally, what are you getting up in the middle of the night for ?" "Tell him it's most morning," whispered Joe. "I can't tell a fib," said Sally. "Il make it a truth, then," said Joe, and running to the huge old-fashioned clock that stood in the corner, lie set it at five. "Look at that clock and tell me what time -it is," cried the old gentleman up stairs. "It's five by the block," answered Sally, and corroborating the words the clock struck five. The lovers sat down again and resumed the conversation. Suddenly the staircase began to creak. "Good gracious It's fatherl" "The deacon, by thunder!" cried Joe. "1hide me, Sal I" "Where can I hide you ?" cried the dIs tracted girl. "Oh, I know," saidl he, "I'll squeeze into the clock-case." And without another word, lie concealed himself in the case and drew the door be hind him. The deacon was dressed, and sitting himself down by the cooking stove, pulled out his pipe, and lighted it,and commenced amoking very deliberately and calmly. "Fivo o'clock, eh ?" said lie. 'Well, I shall have time to smoke three or four pipes, then I'll go and feed the critters." "Hadn't you better go and feed the crit. ters tirat. Rir, and tmoke afterwards," sug gested the dutiful Sally. "No, smokin' clears my head and wakes me up," answered the deacon, who seemed not a whit disposed to hurry his enjoyment. Bur-r-r-r-whiz-z-dIng-dingl went the clock. "Tormenting lightning !" cried the dea con, starting up and dropping his pipe on the stove. "What in creation's that ?" "it's only the clock striking five," said Sally tremulously. Whiz I ding I ding I ding I went the old clock furiously. "Powers of mercy I" cried the old dea con. "Striking five ! It's struck a hun dred already." "Deacon Barberry I" cried the deacon's better half, who had hastily robed herself, and now came plunging down the staircase in the wildest state of alarm. "What is the matter with the clock ?" "Goodness only knows," replied the old man. It's been In the family these hun dred years and never (lid I know it to carry on so before." Whiz!I bang ! bang!i banig! ivwent the clock. "It 'Il burst itself I'' crlced the 01ld lady, shedding a flood of tears, "and there won't be nothing left of it." "It's bewitched," said the deacon, who retainmed a leaven of 1New England supersti tion ini his nature. ''Ayhow,''hie said, after a pause advancing resolutely toward the clock. "I'll see what's got io it I" ''Oh, don't," cried thme (laughter affec tioiiately seizing oiie of his coat tails, while his faithful wife clung to thme othor. ''Don't chorused both the women to gethmer. "Let go my raiment 1" shouted the dea. con, "I aim't afraid of the powers of dark ness." But the women would not let go, so tihe dleacon slipped off his coat and while, from the sudden cessation of resistance, they fell heavily to the floor, lie darted forward and laid his hand on the door of the clock-case. But no human power could open it. Joe was holding it inside with a (leath grasp. Trho deacon began to be dreadfully fright enedh. IIe gave one more tug. An un earthly yell as of a fiend in distress came from the insidle, and then tho clock case pitched headforemost on theo floor,smashed its face andl wrecked its proportions. The current of air extinguished the light -the deacon, thme old1 lady andl Sally fled up-stairs, andl Joe Mayweed extricating himself from the clock, effected his retreat in the same way that lie had entered. The next dlay all Appletown was alive with the story of how Deacon Barberry's clock had b)een bewitched ; and though many believed Its version, some, and especIally Joe Mayee,affected to discredit the whole affair, hinting that thme deacon had been trying the experiment of tasting frozen cider, and that t lhe vagaries of the clook case existed only in his distempered imagi nation. ited hIot Itea. Colonel Bagshot, of the Chodunk, Pa., Union, recently left lis paper inm the hands of an assistant, while he took a trip to the city. On his return thme Colonel found the whole town with a big club in hand, in waiting at the depot. Tme assistant, ac cording to thme voracious Lock Haven Journal, had inserted several "red-hot" items, of which thme following are speci mens: "Religious Intelligence. -That whited-sepulchre, Deacon Marsh, was no ticed last Saturday night, trying to open the coal hole in front of his residence with his night key. The deacon was as full as a goat, and couldn't tell moonshine from green cheese." "Military Jottngs. Major Bihn, that tattered old beggar, who hid in an oyster barrel during the battle of Bull Run, wears a wig. HIe ought to be shot in the back with a baked apple." FOOD FOR THOUGHT. The heart ought to give eharity when the hand cannot. The meaning we attach to words de pend on our feelings. Text for married folks-Don't let the gas go down on your wrath. A society for the prevention of cruel ty to wives Is talked of In England. Life, like the water of the sea, fre.sh oe only when it ascends towards heaven. Never reproach a man with misfor tunes, which are the accidents and in firmities of life. We are never sufficiently important in our eyes, to cease imposing affecta tions upon others. That state of life Is most happy, where superflulties are not required, and ne cessities are not wanting. Impolitenes is derived from two sources: Indifference to the Divine, and contem pt for the human. Do you admire honest, brave and manly men? You are yourself of an honest, brave and manly spirit. Never does a man portray hiq own character more vividly than in his manner of portraying another's. A good deed is never lost; he who bows courtesy, reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love. A fop is like a new set of knives and forks; you can't put him to anything useful without taking away all his pol Ish. No matter how purely and grandly we live to-day, there is no denying that we may live more purely, more grandly to-morrow. The road ambition travels is too nar row for friendship, too crooked for love, too rugged for honesty, too dark for science. Iappy is lie who has learned this one thing-to do the plain duty of the moment, quickly and cheerfully, what ever it may be. A sour godliness kills every bud of hope about us; a sunny soul kindles into a glow of life and freshens the whole circle in which it moves. The best rules for a young man to follow are to talk little, to hear much, to reflect alone upon what has passed in company, to distrust one's own opin ions, and valu-3 those of others that de serve It. When King Agesilaus was dying, he ordered that there should be no statuos made of him, adding, "For if I have done any honorable exploit, that is my monument; but it I have done none at all, your statues will signify nothing " ~Welcome evermore to gods and men is the self-helping man. For him all doors are flung wide; him all tongues greet, all honors crown, all eyes follow with desire. Our love goes out to him and embraces him because le does not need it. Vice is very prolific. Vice hates to be alone, and must have company. He who tells one lie is sure to tell another to cover up the first, and a third to cover up tho other two. After that he becomes accustomed to it, and stops counting. Do not use the surname along when speaking of your husband or wife to others. To say to another that "I told Jones," referring to your husband, sounds badly. Whereas, to say, "I told Mr. Jones," shows respect and good breeding. As discretion ti said to be the better part of valor, so merit never appears to greater advantage than when accom pan led by modesty; as the lamp throws around a mellower ana more agreeable tint, the rays of which are intercepted by a transparent shade. Do not attempt to pry into the private affairs of others by asking what their profits are, what things cost, whether Melissa ever had a beau, and why Amelia never got married. All such questions are extremnely impertineat, and are very likely to meet with re buke. Every'other quality is subordinate and Inferior to wisdom, in the same sense as the masons who lay the bricka and stones in a building are inferior to the architect who drew the plan, and - superintends the work. The former executes only what the latter contrives and directs. N ever condemn your neighbor un heard, however many the accusations preferred against him; every story has two ways or being told, and justice re quires that you should hear the defence as well as the accusation, and remem oer that malignity .of enemies may place you in a similar position. Bad temper is a crime and like other crimes, is ordained In the course of na ture to meet, sooner or later, its merit ed reward. Other vile passions may have some points of extenuation; thie pleasures, for examp)le, which may at tend their indulgenca, buit il-n ature that is, a fretful, fault finding spirit, in its origin, action, and end, has no extenuating qualities. It is our manners that associate us. It will inevitably follow In the r'econ struction of society that the Intelligent will be attracted to the intelligent, the relined to the refined, the cultured to the cultured. Wealth has lost its pres tige as a social divider, and now there is an opportunity for all, especially for the young, to secure the;r p laces and recognition in the good society of the future. The religion of to-day needs more than anything else a strong infusion o the divine and Biblical elementn has become weak, flaccid prattling. It says too many sweet, soft, pretty things to tickle the ear and catch the crowd. Men are needed with the power and spirit of Elijah to say strong, deep, powerful words, Then religlon woul reach the masses just as electricity reaches the subterranean streams. Wealth is the possession of the few; butintelcectual culture is happily with hi the reach of all in the favored land of school and book:s. Wealth has op portunitios to surround itseo th treasures of oniture and art, but It will wish to call to the enjoyment of these possessions those who can appreciate them. Wealth is at much greater loss for c'ulture than culture Is for Wealth. Wealth without culture Is a subject for laugh ter and derision. Culture with out wealth even commands profound respect. Then let young people seek first, if they were ambitious 'to belong to good society, a genuine Intellectual culture.