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DARLINGTON. SOUTH CA^tULlNA, WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 31,
1892.
NO. 52
Nut Orchards—Why Not!
Nuta are healthful, nutritions and
agreeable food. IMie market is not Hdanufactur^rl’ j Record
overstockeil; indeed, the demand is
the
greater than the supply. This fact
is being recognized. The chestnut
English walnut, butternut, block
walnut, pecan and' hickories in van-*
ety. besides the hazle-nut, or better,
its improved farm, the filbert, are all
valuable: The pecan, chestnut, Eng
lish walnut and hazle-nut bring best
price. Tift small, thin-jbel 1 ed, sweet-
meated hickory-nut altfys fi,ni nfty-
ket. Our native nut trees are slow
about coming into bearing, acquir
ing usually eight to twelve years.
Little has been done by cultivation
and selection to improve them.
What may be done has been shown
by the European chestnut; the num
ber of varieties has been increased,
the nuts are larger and of better
quality and the tree bears earlier
than our own. There is a dwarf
Japanese variety that comes into
bearing at four to five years, and
bears larger nuts than the European,
bnt it is not very hardy. Doubtless
they could be made more hardy by
grafting on our own native stock.
The 014 aid the New.
The 'following extracts from the
contaia
words of truth and wisdom:
A poor man can make his little
money'’go further‘ia the South than
in other section of this conn try.
* A man of moderate maaosepokfind
[.better dpportuhities in the Sohth for ^ 80 ^ ^ ^ ^
engaging in business than in any . 3*® ,
An example of the difference in
the shickraising of years ago and the
methods employed by the best stock
farmers now is given in Farm and
Fireside by R. M. Bell:
“The old idea was, a sheep was
current at one dollar a head, as goed
as a trade dollar. The produce of
the flock was of course, hairy fleece
of two or three pounds and a lamb
once a year no better than its mother.
“Now, a sheep that is worth keep
ing must give a fleece of eight to
twelve pounds, a lamb that will weigh
from fifty to seventy-five pounds at
six to twelve weeks old, and, if pos
sible, a second lame six mouths later.
“Besides these, the value of the
manure from a sheep is worth to the
fertility of tb^farm one dollar a year;
some estimate it higher. Again,
to this account add what it would
cost in cash to destroy weeds, briars
and brush, say from one to two dol
lars a head. These figures are not
unreasonable, and are verified on
many well-managed farms by pro
gressive aggriculturists.”
Farm Nates.
Store the bones from your table in
a box or btlrrel, covered up.
Success generally attends well tend
ed crops inspiteof insect depredations.
Let no weeds mature. Cut them,
place in the compost heap or turn
them under.
In agriculture the increase in net
income is very often in reverse
ratio to the amount of land cultiva
ted; that is, if yon count acres, not
where you count depth.
A good farmer may have a poor
house, but a poor farmer never has
a good barn. Tue stock, tools and
crop are the real money earners, and
they must have shelter.
A man who owns fifty acres and is
out of debt is happier and has a bet
ter chance of success than one who
thinks he owns a hundred acres, but
has a mortgage tied to it.
There are fewer men now who
think they "‘know all about farming”
than there were ten years ago, and
yet people are learning more about it
all the time.
.
Hangings, Meetings, the Cnre.
The fiequent mob violence report
ed in the South—in which thegnat-
est brutalities attend the lynchings—
is occasion for profound regret on
the part of the law-abiding citizens
of both races. Lynchings seem to
be on the increase as crime is on the
increase.
The Messenger stands by law, or
der , right and justice. It deplores
all mob violence. It is not surprised
when Judge Lynch hangs, but it
profoundly laments the occurence.
When men are lifted in the moral
scale and are brought under the be
nign and saving power of the relig
ion of the Lord Jesus Christ they
will “quit their meanness”—their
cruelty and deviltry. The court can
only punish. To purify and uplift
demands a higher power than poor,
weak man possesses.—Wilmington
Messenger. -
A young and handsome man was
once asked why he had married a
rich old wenan. “My friend,” he
replied, “let me ask you what poor
young man, in a hurry to get an enor
mous bank note cashed, would trouble
himself to look at the date of it.”
Soath.
other jJSrt^of the country.
I manufacturer with limited
cap' ta|,ca^ fijid better sites, dan buy
his raw materials cheaper and can
make larger profits from his business
in the South than elsewhere in the
United States.
A man who can command largei
amounts of capital can find in the
South opportunities for investments
that will pay him larger returns than
any other opportunities that the
world can offer.
The poor man must tie industrious,
the man of moderate means must be
careful, the manufacturer must be
master of his trade, and the capitalist
must have good judgment and use it.
Hnnorous.
A regular bore—The auger.
Women are wedded to fashion, and
they love, honor and obey it cheer
fully.
A model surgical operation—To
take the cheek out of a young man
and the Jaw out of a woman.
Tubbs—I flatter myself that hon
esty is printed on my face. Grubs—
Well—er—yes, perhaps—with some
allowance for typographical errors.
Gushing amateur — Wonderful
pianist, isn’t he? Carping critic—
Oh, yes, wonderful. He plays all
the easiest passages with the greatest
difficulty.
He—Do you really believe that the
receiver of stolen goods is as culpable
as the thief? She—Why, certainly.
He—Then how can you consistently
object to my stealing a kiss?
She—You will love me always,
won’t yon, dear? He—Always, dar
ling. She (petulantly)—Oh—He—
What in the world is the matter?
She —Why don’t you say twice as
long as always?
“Willie,” said mamma, “tell Mary
Ann not to forget to order sweet
bread for lunch.” “Very well,” said
Willie, and then he went'down stairs
and told the cook that his mamma
wanted plenty of cake at the midday
meal.
“I suppose yon two young people
would as lief I’d retire,” said Scadds,
facetiously, after Mr. Kissam came
into the parlor. “Well papa,” re
plied Sue, “you know when you were
talking politics a while ago you said
you were opposed to a third party
yourself.”
“There is only one thing, dear
madam, about your charming boy
wbich pleases me particularly,” said
the visitor, who had patiently sub
mitted to having his corns trampled
upon and his whiskers pulled out by
the young hopeful. “And that is?”
smiled mamma. “1 >ear madam, that
he is nut a twin.”
“So you enloyed your visit to the
Zoological Garden, did you?” in
quired a young man of his adored
one’s little sister. “Oh, yes! And
do yon know, we saw a camel there
that screwed its mouth and eyes
around awfully, and sister said it
looked exactly like you when you
are reciting poetry at evening parties.”
A good fertilizer for pot plants is
made as follows: To a gallon of
bone dust add a gallon of dry, fresh
wood ashes and half a gallon meas
ure full of guano, and about the same
quantity of freshly-slacked lime as
guano. Mix the whole well together,
and add an equal bulk of dry, sandy
soil, after which the whole may be
sifted or screened, and then preserved
in a tub in a dry place. This pre
paration must be used dry, in the
shape of a top-dressing, a very slight
sprinkling being sufficient
Every farmer should be a specialist
of some kind. That is, while he
ought to bo able to do all kinds of
farming fairly well, he should strive
to do some one thing especially well.
Let this be fruit-growing, bee-raising,
hog-cultnre, or whatever branch of
farming be- may prefer. He will
make his biggest profit on his spe
cialty, btft have his other branches
tq feed it and be a stop-gap in the
years when there may be a failure or
unprofitable prices in his specialty.
—Bulletin.
The friends of b&or are geuefi
those who like it in ptthers.. »• T
'*.•**»«*sfoNMT.1JTNA ATNIGHT
The Bdes canal is eightj^eigbt
miles long. 4
ThfW are 7^500,000 young men $ 5
the United Staisis- ?
*'jL, „ .
HOW THE HEAVENS APf^ARED
Ta OARING TRAVELER.
TO
Wine clarifiers ia:
most
“Yes,
mos-
The kind of salvation that tell*
the kind that San be seen in ns.
The capacity of the largest lour
ing mill in Minneapolis is 15,300 bar- 1
rels a day.
Some one says that liquor strength
ens the voice. This is a mistake; it
only makes the breath strong.
Between Paris and Berlin mail
matter is now transmitted in thirty-
five minutes by the pneumatic pro
cess.
“Gently the dues are o’er me steal
ing,” said the man who had five due
bills presented to him in one day.
It is estimated that there are less
than 10,000 paupers in the Japanese
empire, with its population of 237,-
000,000.
Twelve out of the twenty-three
presidents of the United States have
had military training and experience.
On the icy peaks of the Hymalayas,
in India, there is a “snow maggot,*’
weighing nearly a pound, and exoel-
lent to eat
Germany, in anticipation of a war
with France, has a golden treasure of
960,000,000 marks stowed away in a
safe place.
Bonds to the amount of $250,000,-
000 are held by the United States
government at security for National
Bank circulation.
There are over 2,000 tons of silver
bars, 55,000,000 silver dollars, and
$35,000,000 in gold coin stored in the
Philadelphia mint.
“Some annoyances are the
tiresome, don’t you think so?”
why, even a little thing like a
quite bores me.”
There is an old saving, and a true
one, there is no telling what a man is
worth until he is dead and his fun
eral expenses paid.
Truckee, Nevada, had a shaving
contest recently. The successful
artist craped his man in forty-five
seconds, and no blood was shed.
An act by wbich we make one
friend and one enemy is a losing
game because revenge is a much
stronger principle lhan gratitude.
A Lansing, Mich., schoolboy drew
a revolver on his teacher, and an
investigation showed that thirteen of
the boys were similarly armed.
Tramp—Could you give a poor
man a bite or two without mnch
trouble? Housewife—I can. Joe,
unchain Nero and take his muzzle-
off.
“Is there much water in thec'stern,
Biddy?” inquired a gentleman of
his Irish servant. “It is full on the
bottom, sir, but there’s none at the
top,” said Biddy.
The dynamo is replacing the bat
tery to such an extent in telegraphy
that its use will, it is thought, be
universal in a few years. It is both
cheaper and more efficient.
“Liquor,” said the lecturer, “is re
sponsible for mnch of the misery in
this world.” “That’s so said an old
toper in the audience. “I am always
unhappy when I can’t get it”
The latest cure for neuralgia hails
front Russia, where a physician
claims to be able to cure the com
plaint by casting a beam from an
arc electric light on the affected
part
Wanted, a Boy.
A j >lly boy.
A boy fall of vim.
A boy who scorns a lie.
A boy who will never smoke.
A boy with some “stick to it”
A boy yho takes to the bath tub.
A boy who is proud of his big sis
ter.
A boy who thinks hard work no
disgrace.
A boy who does chores without
grumbling.
A boy who believes that an educa-
tiou is worth while.
A boy who plays with all his
might during playing hours.
A boy who thinks his mother above
all mothers is the model.
A boy who does not know more
than all the rest of the house.
A boy who does not think it incon
sistent to mix playing and praying.
A boy who does not wait to be
called the second time in the morn
ing.—Star of Pinta.
[g the Dreaded Volcano In the
WftJUftg Near the Crater for
>eunrl4»—iUw (SvAtcipt Wa* Mad*,
hfa) JIa'taa, . *
The story of ths ascent of the monn-
n from whose smnitdt Plato, lb his
_rene and thoughtful time, and Mr. ,
Gladstone, th our tponbleuS days, have, P‘» er8 -
among mahy great men, iu great wander ter y,
the *
a strong* fas- * *
cination Alyecanse of Its ’ wide contVast, the origin of the first flashes what
Its stern 'exaction of'strength abdeh- 18 “ow termed the electric arc>,That
was .eighty years ago, and note the grand
discoveries since then:
The idea of two pieces of charcoal, one
about an inch long and one less than a
sixteenth part of an inch in diameter,
being brought near to each other, till
they produce a bright spark, for ho they
did. One part of the coal was imjie-
diately ignited to a whiteness, and h>
removing them apart Davy found a con
stant discharge of electricity took place
sufficiently strong to heat the air in a
given space three times their size. He
caught the idea in a moment and studied
ont the mystery which the two pieces of
coal had produced, a grand scheme
and discovery. He saw the most bril
liant ascending light, like a glowing
arch, broad and perfectly conical in the
middle.
The philosopher experimented to his
heart’s content, each day bringing forth
new discoveries, and there is now no
higher scientific name known to men or
more honored for his great works and
discoveries than Davy, who, like Frank
lin, lived in his scientific experiments
and for humanity.
He, too, saw glorious discoveries to be
made, and hoped to live to witness the
result of many of his own discoveries.—
New York Telegram.
durance and its supreme, awe inspiring
reward, the realization of that which
inspired the ancients and the poets of
the Middle Ages.
From the banana and the orange
groves, from the vineyards and the
palms, through the seven botanical re
regions to the snowcapped crust that
spreads for ten square miles between
the awfnl depth of unquenchable fire
and the blue heaven that suddenly seems
to be brought near, the traveler mounts
with an ever increasing sense of the
vastness beyond and around him.
When twelve miles of the ascent from
Catania have been accomplished the
summit looks as far off as ever. When
Mr. Eodwell made the ascent, in August,
1877, no rain had fallen in Bicily for
three months, and along the eastern sea
base of the mountains the mean temper
ature was 82 degs. Fahr. His starting
point was Catania: his first halt at Nico-
tosi, a little town consisting of one long
itrect, bordered by one storied cottages
>f lava. Nicolosi hits more than once
oeen shaken to the ground by earth
quakes. From thence begins the jour
ney, on muleback, by no definite path,
over a vast tract covered with lava and
ashes, with here and there patches of
broom. The mules know all abont it.
and wise travelers trust them as they
deserve. 1
Around the district of lava and ashes
lie forests of small trees, and at a height
of 4,216 feet is the Casa del Bosco, where
men in charge of the woods live and
whence the start for quite the upper re
gions of the mountain—where cold sur
passing that of the higher Alps has to
be encountered—is made. There, Mr.
Kodwell records, “the air was so extra
ordinary still that the flame of a candle
placed near the door did not flicker.*'
At 6.300 feet the Regione Deserta is en
tered. Lifelessness is all around. Si
lence broods over the waste of black
sand, ashes and lava; ants are the only
living creatures in the crater region. A
little lower down Spulfanzaui found
jays, thrashes, ravens, kites and a few
partridges.
There was no moon on the night on
which Mr. Rodwell made the ascent,
but as the desolation deepehed, and the
earth became more arid and more void
and mute, the heavens “took up the
wondrous tale.” “The stars,” he says,
‘shone with extraordinary brilliaucy
and sparkled like particles of white hot
steel. 1 have never before seen the
heavens studded with such myriads of
stars. The milky way shone like a path
of fire, and meteors flashed across the
sky in such numbers that 1 soon gave
op any attempt to count them. The
vault of heaven seemed to be much
nearer than when seen from the eartn
and more flat, as if only a short distance
above our heads, and some of the
brighter stars appeared to be hanging
down from the sky.”
A hundred years ago Brydoue, be
holding this same wondrous spectacle
of “awful majesty and splendor," re
cords how he and his companion were
‘more struck with veneration than be
low;" how they exclaimed together.
“What a glorious situation for an ob-
servatoryl Had Empedocles had the eye
of Uailleo, what discoveries must he not
have made!” and how they regretted
that Jupiter was not visible, as he was
persuaded they might have discovered
some of his satellites with the naked
eye, or at least with a small glass which
he had in his pocket
At 1:80 a. in., with the temperature
at 4 degs. Fahr., Mr. Rodwell reached
the welcome shelter of the Cos a In-
glese, and rested there until 8 a. m..
when, the brighter stars having dis
appeared, be started for the summit of
the crater, 1,200 feet above him, in order
to witness what Brydone calls “the most
wonderful and mobt sublime sight in na
ture.” There was no strong wind: the
traveler did not suffer from the sick
ness of which travelers constantly com
plain in the rarefied air of the summit
He reached the highest point at 4:40.
and, cautiously choosiug a coolish place
among the ainders, sat down on the
ground, whence steam and sulphurous
acid gas were issuin';-, to wait for the sun
rise. “Above the place where the sun
would presently appear there was a
brilliant red, shading off in the direc
tion of the zenith to orange and yellow:
this was succeeded by pale green, then
a'long stretch of pale blue, darker blue,
dark gray, ending opposite the rising
sun with black. This effect was quite
distinct; it lasted some ininntes and
was very remarkable. This was suc
ceeded by the usual rayed appearance,
and at ten minutes to S the upper rim
of the sun was seen over the mountains
of Calabria.”
Bo simply does Mr. Rodwell record the
guerdon of his toil, for, as he says truly
Uo one would have the hardihood to at
tempt to describe the impressions which
are made upon the mind while the eyes
are beholding the sunrise from the sum
mit of Etna. How greatly the isolation
of the awful mountain adds to the incom
municable effect Brydone implies when
he dwells upon “the immense elevation
from the surface of the earth, drawn, as
it were, to a single point, without any
neighboring mountains for the senses
and imagination to rest upon and re
cover from their astonishment, in their
way down to the world.” It mnst be a
wonderful experience to turn from such
a contemplation to gaze into the vast,
precipitous abyss of the great crater,
even when it is quiet, as on this occa
sion.—Philadelphia Telegraph.
DaYy’t Renearchet*
Sir Humphry Davy was so much in
terested in electricity that he made
many experiments which have becotfa
historical in their utility. His brilliant
discoveries so excited him that he coaid
with difficulty leave them for needed
repose. He would have killed himself
by his constant experiments and steady
application to the science had he not
become prostrated and his life endau-
gered thereby. His remarkable expert-
'meats, brilliant and triumphant, are yet
to be outdone by more modern philoso-
Bir Humphry Davy’s great bat-
cpmposed of 2,000 cells, became
world wide and historically honored. It
Strange Indian Heads*
Among the Indians of North America
many strange beliefs are held respecting
demon heads that wander about, some
times harmlessly aud at other times for
malignant purposes. Borne of them are
of gigantic size, with wings, while oth
ers have faces of fire.
There used to be a society among the
the Iroquois organized for the purpose
of propitiating these extraordinary ter
rors. The latter, according to popular
conception, most commonly moved abont
from tree to tree in solitary places,
where they were apt to be encountered,
much to the discomfort of hunters and
women who chanced to be alone in the
forest Few things can be imagined
more disagreeable than to meet unex
pectedly in the woods a great head six
feet high, without legs, arms or body.
Occasionally these remarkable crea
tures would talk, but it was chiefly at
night that they had a fiery aspect, their
favorite nocturnal haunts being marshes
and pools. Members of the exercising
society wore masks in imitation of the
heads when they performed ceremonies
for the purpose of driving such demons
away. Of course the fire faces were
invented to account for the jack-o'-lan
terns or “iguesfatui” which haunt moist
places.—Washington Star.
Kitchen Work a Proud Occupation.
Kitchening seems to be the only spe
cies of work that no one need blush for,
and, after all, does not hunger justify
the means? In the midst of that period
of the French revolution known as the
reign of terror, did not the ex-Capncine
monk, Chabot (an expert in the science
of good living) invent the “omelette
trnffee aux pointes d’asperges,” and also
“a la puree de pintados?” Did you know
that it was to the elector of Bavaria that
we owe the “bavaroise,” wbich was pre
pared and made under his own eyes for
the first time at the Cafe Procope?
Modern history also offers noble ex
amples to our admiration. The Empress
Elizabeth, of Austria, that accomplished
horsewoman, that sovereign of a coart
where aristocratic prejudices are of the
strongest kind, glories in her talent as
a pastry cook. Her daughter, the Arch
duchess Valeria, boasts of having peue
trated all the secrets of the ancient and
modern cuisine. Queen Victoria is very
fond of making omelets, and it seems
she has several recipes. Her daughter
in-law, the Princess of Wales, excels in
preparing tea and battered toast.—Paris
Intermediaire.
The Deiiign of a Jewel.
The design of a jewel should be such
that we can take pleasure in the idea of
Its permanence. We associate perma
nence with a star, and therefore a star
form in jewelry is agreeable. Bnt tran
sient forms, like flowers or ribbon bows,
unless they are much conventionalized,
present a disagreeable congruity. They
onght to change with time, and they do
not. Imitations of such objects may
please for a moment the cariosity of the
vulgar, but interest in them, even for
such, is exhausted as soon as they have
been examined, aud the cultivated taste
finds them intolerable. Interest in an
object of true art, on the contrary, never
grows less.—Harper's Bazar.
Wh*n They Became Acquainted.
“I knew that woman when she lived
in an attic.” “Yes, I can remember
that time perfectly. It was when you
were living in the basement of the same
house.” Then there was a silence, and
the waves gossiping to the beach had it
all to themselves.—Boston Saturday
Gazette.
A Seualtlve Family.
July 16, 1876, Jean Lafargue, bis wife
and a daughter nineteen years of age
committed suicide by hanging them
selves in the dining room, all because a
neighbor had accused them of stealing
vegetables from her garden. This at
Oise, France.—St. Lonis Republic.
do 1
A Dangerous question.
Little Girl—How old are you?
Miss Antique—I—er—how old
look?
Little Girl (after reflection)—'Bout a
hundred.—Good News.
Not Old by Any Means. .
Dumley-Brown I understand that Aunt Wnah T W h»fclh you wears
Robinson referred to me yesterday as an a v J „
old fool. 1 don't think that sort of Y ° U 8,n n0t *
thing is right j Deacon Ebony—I is economical, honey.
Brotvn—Why of course it isn’t right. One brush do me foah a hat brush, ha’r
Dumley. You can't be more than forty .brush, clothes brash, shoe brush and
at the outside.—Exchange. J flesh brash.—New York Weekly.
STARTED BY MAKING PAPER DOLLS.
How » Paying Buslnans Grew Up Aroand
Three Young and Pretty Girls.
Abont ten years ago three girls in the
interior of this state, brought up in af
fluence, were suddenly deprived of their
money. It became necessary for them
to earn money, and it suited neither
their tastes nor inclinations to go out of
their homes, nor had they been educated
In any special direction. They had
skillful hands, however, and with these
they got up paper dolls and put them in
Buffalo shops for sale. These inciden
tally came to the notice of a stationer
here, who surprised them with an emis
sary and a proposition to make these
dolls and give him the exclusive control
of thfeir sale.
Imagine the astonis'iment and bewil
derment of these three housekeeping
girls. They were, however, persuaded
into the enterprise, i.nd got together
thirty housekeeping girls like them
selves, who came to their honse and
helped them. This year they made and
disposed of 8,000 paper dolls. The or
ders for the next year were larger than
ever and had outgrown their home.
They now engaged offices; the financial
arrangement their mother took charge
of, and the packing ai.d shipping fell to
the father. In the midst of all this prep
aration the firm failed, and they were
left to straggle with discouragements
and vicissitudes, as if they were in the
great world indeed.
Then came a proposition more aston
ishing than the last, which was to equip
a novelty for an American bazaar in
the Cyclorama of Niagara, London,
and to three girls who believed them
selves unknown outside of their homes.
Then came letters and propositions from
here and there, and their wonder grew.
But their fingers he; t pace, and they
found themselves obliged to keep larger
offices, to give themselves a firm name,
and until scarcely realized by them
selves they fonnd themselves swimming
along gayly in the great current of
trade.
Now they added thirty more girls to
their original thirty a. td to their paper
dolls all sorts of preti y and dainty ar
ticles in paper. Thei they bethought
them of giving a reception and showing
what women’s fingers could do in paper.
The youngest of the trio had a pretty
taste in decoration, t nd their Easter
fete, for such it proved to be, gained
such renown that Cleveland begged for
an exhibition of the same sort, after the
manner of these two cities, who always
covet one another’s jierfonnances, and
thither the sisters went, taking their
pretty things.
By and by the paper house from which
they bought their pajier wondered who
this, their best customer, was and what
he did with such quantities of colored
papers. This curiosity was carried lo
the point of finding out Imagine the
firm’s surprise. Three young and pretty
girls, installed in one of the handsomest
office buildings in the town, and sur-
ronnded by sixty more girls like unto
themselves, were transforming their pa
per into banks of carnations, trailing
vines of pnrple clematis, masses of peo
nies, jonquils and tulips, violets and
sweet peas, butterflies with gilded wings,
bonbon and powder puff bags, dressing
table even dressed in paper, and glove
case, sachet powder lux, all of paper.
Here was an idea, and this firm, whose,
commercial instinct was alert, immedi
ately invited these young women to give
displays of their work at their branch
houses in different cites, and thus they
made visits of trinmpii to Boston, Phil
adelphia, Chicago, Milwankee. The
workrooms have grown again and they
now employ from 80 to 100 assistants.
“Mamma is still our business manager,”
writes one of these in a friendly letter,
“and we are happy ah o in having been
of service to so many of our friends,
obliged to earn money as we were, bnt
with no previous preparation.”—New
York Sun.
The Daisy.
The daisy is everywhere. I have trav
eled somewhat exteniively in the Old
World, but have not keen lucky enough
to see it anywhere as prolifically happy
as it is with ns. R is not the daisy of
the poets—the daisy of Bnrns, which
is not taking to wildh >od in oar eastern
states, though finding itself at home in
British Colombia, but a species of chry
santhemum and is distinctively known
in the Old World as the oxeye daisy.
Like the buttercup, it is offensive to
cattle, and indeed to almost all things.
In a dry and pulverized condition it is
fly powder, so destnu tive to all insects.
In those portions of aar country where
Indian corn is a staple crop, neither the
buttercup nor the oxeye daisy are
dreaded by the farmer. The hoe har
rowing destroys it utterly, but in the
New England states, where pasture is
of more consequence than grain, they
rob the fanner of half his profits while
giving pleasure to the eye of the trav
eler.—Thomas Meehan in Philadelphia
Ledger.
Taking It Coolly.
The ship of an admiral, who was the
Dnke of Wellington’^ near connection,
was wrecked. He w;is placed in com
mand of a second shi,), which was also
lost and he himself w; s drowned. Lord
Charles communicat' d the disaster to
his father, who merely exclaimed, with
Spartan coldness and brevity, “That's
the second ship he has lost.”—Fort
nightly Review.
THE SONG OF PEACE
A song Is astir In i he air.
And 1 would drink It In
With tbs scent of tbs roses rich and
rare;
But etill the bat' le's din
Rings In my ears i nd deafens me:
I cannot hear tho strain.
The noise of the tv- >r!d. Its misery.
Th/obe like a bluet pain.
But now and then, as In despair
I seek to rend tie bonds.
Comes a burst of I armony on tbs air
To which my heart responds:
And then tbs sebe of tbs fray
A moment seems to cease:
Though the wondrous harmony dies
away.
That moment brings me peace.
And then 1 pray I may retain
A peaceful ness of heart.
Though the warrior's laurels 1 fall to
gain.
Or riches of the mart
For that sweet so: g will give me rest
And banish all distress:
The flowers of Ood and the gold of the
west
Will be my happiness.
-navel Hoott Mines tat Harper's Basse
FIRE EXPERIENCES.
KATE CLAXTON TALKS ABOUT HER
MANY NARROW ESCAPES.
She Says That She Is in Reality a Cow
ard Whenever She Hears the Cry of
"Fire! Fire!"—Her Escapes Have Been
Due to Extreme Coolness.
For over fifteen years Kate Claxton
has been pursued by a peculiar form of
111 luck. In spite of the little woman’s
pluck, which has made her a heroine of
several fires and a dozen or so of panics,
she rather shrinks from the subject, and
it is with difficulty that she can bp per
suaded to tell of some of the escapes
from the flames that she has had.
Her experience at Harris’ theatre,
when the cry of fire caused a panic, is
only one of the several through which
she has passed since 1873, the year of
the celebrated Brooklyn fire. She had
just been dragged from the stage by La
Frochard, the hag in “The Two Or
phans," when a reporter sought her out.
The excitement of the false alarm had
left her nerves a little shattered, she ex
plained. When reference was made to
her apparent coolness she said that her
manner showed nothing of what she
really felt.
“I was very mnch wrought up. No
one can tell what that cry of fire meant
to me. I had begun to think that my
evil genius had forgotten my existence,
it seemed so long since the last panic.
I was in an exceptionally good humor,
and was sitting on the steps of the plat
form when the stampede began. As is
always my first impulse, I rushed to see
the flames. I did not doubt that the
building was ablaze. At one glance,
however, I saw there was no danger,
except that which comes with every
panic.
“You know,” she said, “that I dread
a panic worse than I do a fire. My ex
perience has been that more people are
crashed to death iu their efforts to get
out than are ever burned alive. The
escapes I have made, which some seem
to think almost miraculous, were the
result of coolness and presence of mind.
When the cry of fire is given I never
allow my impulse to ran with the crowd
to govern me. I imperil my life some
what in order to seek out tho danger
and choose the best method of escaping
from it Often, it seemed to me after
ward, had I followed the mad rush
for the main exits I would never have
escaped.
“I try to impress everybody with the
same idea. First vieyp- the situations
and figure up the chances for escape.
When the Southern hotel in St. Louis
was burned, for instance, at which time
twenty-seven lives were lost, I never did
any of the remarkable .feats which have
been attributed to me. The story is
generally believed that I rolled down tho
burning stairs in wet blankets. The fact
was 1 staid in the burning building un
til I had discovered a safe means of es
cape. The fact that I was one of the
last to get out caused dozens of reports
to be spread.
“My reputation as a fire fiend began
the second year I acted in ‘The Two
Orphans.’ I was playing in Brooklyn.
I had thrown myself on the straw bed
to sleep. I had closed my eyes, and for
this reason did not discover the fire at
first. When 1 was awakened and or
dered to get up I saw the fire creeping
along the top of the theater. Every one
remembers the fatal ending. Four hun
dred persons were burned or trampled
to death, among whom were three of
the company. The next year, 1878, 1
was caught in the Bt. Louis fire. Ever
since then I have been considered a fore
runner of fires.
“I can only account for the numerous
false alarms and panics from the fact
that there are always some superstitious
person in the audience who, believing
me to be followed by an evil genius,
shouts fire at the slightest provocation.
More panics have been caused by fights
in the streets and alleys than in any
other way. Just a short time ago there
was a panic in La Crosse, Wis., caused
in the identical way as the one here.
Another panic, which came near being
a disaster, was caused by a street fight
iu front of the Owens opera bouse, in
Charleston, S. C. When one starts it is
impossible to check it. I have tried
screaming to the andience, but it only
makes' it worse. My presence often
seems to check a stampede. At the close
of the panic here 1 made up my mind to
have me a big sign printed with the
words, ‘It is only a fight.’
“Of all the theater panics I have been
in only three were caused from fire.
Several times the flies have been ablaze
without any one in the audience know
ing it I have become morbid on the
subject of fire, and no matter how late
at night it is, if an alarm is sounded 1
always dress and go. When the Fifth
Avenue theater, iu New York, burned 1
was present and watched it to the end.
If I had been seen it would probably
have been said that my presence caused
it. I do not deserve the reputation of
being brave in fires, for I am a great
coward, so great a one that it often en
ables me to seem self sustained. After
such a fright am left completely un
nerved.”—Louisville Courier-Journal.
Faux In Shakespeare*8 Time.
Fans iu Shakespeare's time seem to
have been composed of ostrich and
other feathers fastened to handles.
Gentlemen carried fans iu those days,
and in one of the later figures of the
german they nqw carry fans. Accord
ing to an old manuscript in the Ash-
molean museum, Sir Edward Cole rode
the circuit with a prodigous fan, which
had a long stick, with which he cor
rected his daughters.—Chicago Herald.
Putting Him oar.
He proposed on the way home from
church one Sunday eveuing. She was
too young to marry aud did not want
him; bnt she said “Yes,” with the stip
ulation that he should get her father's
consent. The yonng man was happy
until he discovered the next day that his
adored one’s father had been dead sev-
sral years.—London Tit-Bits.
Th* Loadstone of tho Chinese.
The Chinese carried their loadstone as
conductor in front of them, in the form
of animals, the arms always pointing
toward the south, which is dpposite to
what modern icientista suppose the
needle U pointing, vis., toward the
north,—New York Telegram,
Parrying Pertinent Queries.
While the method of answering one
question by asking another is perhaps
not one to be commended, there are cer
tainly some circumstances under which
it is allowable.
There are some people who delight in
asking personal questions, no matter
how embarrassing and unnecessary they
may be, and who insist upon some sort
of an answer.
A yonng author, whose opinion abont
people and things in general is con
sidered worth finding ont, says he has
adopted a method of parrying the dis
concerting questions so oftep put to him
by almost total strangers, which proves
successful in nearly every instance.
“When a woman'to whom I have just
been introduced at a literary evening
asks me ‘if I really like this sort of en
tertainment' in a confidential tone,” re
marks this much questioned man, “I
always ask her, just as confidentially,
‘Do you?’ and she seldom makes any
further inquiries.
“And when a man buttonholes me in
a secluded corner, and says: ‘Come now,
as a matter of fact, do you like young
Dabster? Do you think he will ever
amount to anything?’ I look him right
in the eye and say, ‘Do you?’ and he gen
erally understands what I mean.”
There are some questions which can
be better answered in this way than in
any other, for every person lias a right
to withhold his own opinion from pry
ing interrogators, who usually have
nimble tongues and do not scruple to
use them.—Youth’s Companion.
Girls and Their Mothers.
It is by no means an uncommon oc
currence to hear girls complain of the
partiality that mothers display toward
their sons. It might naturally be sup
posed that if preference of any kind
should be shown by a mother to her
children the girls would be the favored
ones, because who is better acquainted
with tho many disadvantages, compared
to boys, under which girls are placed,
and also their need for guidance and
protection, than a mother herself?
There is also the common ground of
sex, which one is apt to think would
draw mothers and girls into closer bonds
of companionship. But how many girls
are in the happy position of possessing
mothers to whom they can turn in times
of uncertainty, and into whose sympa
thetic ears they can pour without re
straint and in absolute confidence all
the joys and troubles, the hopes and
fears and the numerons little affairs in
cidental to girlhood, and which, if told
at all, mnst be whispered into the ears
of one of their own sex?
That there are many mothers to whom
every secret of a girl's heart can be un
folded without fear one does not deny;
that there are many—perhaps more-
mothers to whom their daughters are
literally strangers on such subjects is a
well known fact. —London Tit-Bits.
Cultivating the Kola Nut.
At Lagos, which is the great export
center for the kola nnt trade, the tree is
called the “devil bush,” and the nuts by
a name which signifies “hell seed.” Al
though the people of Lagos earn all their
ready money by cultivating and ship
ping tho kola nut to Bahia and other
places, no true native of the province
would put one of them in his mouth for
a thousand worlds. The trees are only
cultivated at a certain time, and tho
nuts are never gathered except at night
during full moon. In fact the growers
of kola nuts hold their “devil bush" and
its “hell seed” in holy horror.
Scientific experts sent out by the Brit
ish government to inquire into the facts
concerning the tree and its curious fruit
declare that “the nut is not injurious,
is unintoxicating, quenches thirst, acts
as a nutritive, but is not strictly a
stimulant.” It is a curious and inter
esting botanical product, however.—St.
Louis Republic.
Altering a Great Painting.
In one of the principal colleges in
Paris there was once a picture showing
Napoleon Bonaparte, attended by sev
eral of his officers, paying a visit to a
plague hospital in Egypt. After his
death some enterprising artist of Bour
bon tendencies and with no fear of com
mitting anachronisms converted the fig
ure of tho “Little Corporal” into that of
Christ and transformed tho attendant
generals into apostles. By a strange
oversight he neglected to alter every
portion of the painting, and the Saviour
appeared with a pair of boots sue): as
were worn by the great general.—De
troit Free Press.
Squirrel Hunts.
Squirrel hunts on the roundup plan,
after the manner of the jack rabbit
hunts in the Dakotas, are becoming very
popular in Washington state. A party is
formed and either works as one band or
divides into two sections, the section
bringing in the fewest tails paying a
forfeit of a dinner. At a squirrel hunt
a few days ago in the vicinity of Tekoa
a party of eleven persons brought in
over 900 squirrel tails as the result of
the day’s sport.—New York Sun.
A Preventive.
“My boy never heard his father
swear,” remarked a Cass avenue lady to
a caller the other day.
“Indeed; how does that happen?”
»“Well, just as soon as he was old
eucitlgh to understand anything I bought
a bushel of collar buttons and have al
ways kept them on his father's dressing
case.”—Detroit Free Press.
The Bee*s Market Basket.
Every bee carries his market basket
around his hind legs. Any one exam
ining the body of a bee through a mi
croscope will observe that on the hind
legs of a bee there is a fringe of stiff
hairs on the surface, the hairs approach !
ing each other at the tips so as to form a
sort of cage. This is the bee’s basket.—
Philadelphia Record.
Genuine Patriotism.
Camden has a postmaster who pays
for a Sunday mail service out of his own
pocket.—Lewiston Journal.
It nas omy been eighty-one years since
the first tomatoes were introduced into
America. The original plant was culti
vated as a vegetable curiosity at Salem,
Mass.
Walter Besaut, the English novelist,
was intended by his parents for the
church, but fct turned naturally to lit
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