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.