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HERALD. V 1 •'"* 1 ^ - ■ ' '''V, ~ '. ~ ••IF fob the liberty of the world we can DO ANYTHING.” VOL. III. DARLINGTON, SOUTH CAROLINA, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 30, 1892 NO. 13. JUge H*t. judge not; the working of hla brein And of hie heart. thou eenet not aee; Whet looks to thy dim eyee e stein In Ood’t pure light may only be A »oer brought from some well fought field, Whelw thou weuldet only fclnt and yield. The looks, the air that, frets thy sight May be a token that below The soul has closed In deadly fight, Wlth soms Internal fiery foe, Whose glance would scorch thy smiling grace And oast thee shuddering on thy face. -Adelaide A Proctor. M. KBELET'8 MSCtVEBT OF MEtF TEEN. Tke Eer. W. 8.8*«pl« *f Mlfiiw- pntti ItTMtiRfitM the Keeley Treataeit a«4 N»k«F a Text ef It fer a Senata. Not long ago the Rer. W. 8. Sam ple, pastor of All-Souls’ Church, Minneapolis, visited Dwight and made thorough investigation of the treatment of inebriety and opium diseases, as administered by Dr. Keeley. He returned home'an en thusiastic believer, and on Sunday evening, Oct 30, preached a sermsn , irith that as a subject The -meet ing was held in the Lycenm theatre, which was filled to its capacity. The Keeley League of Minneapolis was present upon the stage. The rev- erned gentleman spoke as follows: “The ways of divine Providence,” he said, “are always of sweet win someness. By human Providence I do not mean that which reaches out the hand of force, bul that which ex tends tie hand of help and sympa thy* and this is the highest type of character. “I don’t believe in the convention al methods of judging,” said he. “I feel like saying to the Episcopalian, the Catholic, the Presbyterian, let us run a race in good works. In this connection ! wish to speak of a move ment which I have come to regard as the hands and feet of divine Provi dence, known as THE KEELEY CUBE for intemperance. I know nothing of its commercial features, aad I sympathize to an extent with the criticism of the medical fraternity concerning the secrecy of the Cure, as, it is called. The medical ethics are right iu a general way, but Dr. Ke*:ley furnishes what seems to nu- to be at least a reasonable excuse for keeping his formula a secret. It is that if the formula should be niadt public it would he used carelessly, erroneously, under improper condi tions, and harmfully. Its reputation would be destroyed and its opiwrtn nity for doing good would be cur tailed. “The Keeley movement is not call ed a religious movemeut, but l be lieve the Kingdom of GSd is trans mitted to this world by many wayt that are not Christian, so called. 1 want the world made better. 1 want, to see God’s sunlight let in on darkened homes, and whether it it medical business, or reform, I say God bless every agency that is doing good. I see a great pirate in the evil of intemperance. Its awful feature is that instead of scuttling small crafts and pillaging fishing smacks, it layfc its hands upon rich argosies. It ruins noble men, men of ability and intellectual greatness—men who would be powerful agents in mould ing public sentiment, but for this power of evil that destroys, maims or hinders their usefulness. THE KEELEY ENTHUSIASM One thing first of all noticeable among the men who have been re deemed by the Keeley Treatment, is the splendid moral euthuttiam ind earnestness of those put upon Vbeir feet .through its agency. I have h%d recently the honor of meeting and conversing with Dr. Keeley and I want to say that he is a man who impressed me forcibly as one who is in earnest and believes sincerely iu his methods and himself. He is cer tainly a scholarly man; one who is well acquainted with the philosophy of modern thought. "Another feature is the wonderful sympathy of the graduates for them selves and those who have felt the enrse of intemperance. A friend of mine hae said of this body of sympa thy that “he has never seen m religi ous bodies or secret societies such a brotherhood.” Mr. Sample here read an editorial from Unity, written by the senior editor, in which was related the re- . markable fervency of the Keeley graduates during the recent Clul Convention at Dwight, and then went on to say: “As for my part, I am gled to hold oat my hand to this movement, which I regard as one of the great foes of intemperance and tee of the great friends to temper ance. I have no time for carping criticism. HKBE 18 A NEW FORCE that oemes to help, to redeem and to bid in warning the yonng from paths of danger. The claim of saving 96 per cent of those treated may be too large. If it H only 75 per cent it is grand—it is remarkable. If oul' evangelical brethren could be as sured that of those brought to re ligion through Brother Mills, the re vivalist, who is to come here, 75 per cent would remain good church members, they would be very glad, extremely glad, in fact If temper ance workers could be assured that 75 per cent of all they induced b sign the pledge would stick, they would be delighted. I have hear lit said that if one in ten should remain safe from intemperance, it would be worth the effort, and I have neve; said nay.”' Mr. Sample said he had letters signed by men who have been saved from liqnor by the Keeley cure, not a few months; bnt from four, six to eighty ears. “But even stronger than this mat ter of permanepey is anotiier feature, said he, “that which has been voiced by John J. Flynn, Opie fcrul, Charles Eugene Banks and others, who stater! that not only have they succeeded in refraining from liquor, bnt bettei still/ they have had absolutely no desire for dnbk, and so their energie havt been left nnimpaireidfor other battles in life.” Mr. Sample here read the ex peri- ence of Charles Eugene Bloks as re lated at the Dwight convention, in wh/ch he stated that although ex posed to daily contact with con vi via drinkers, he could say that not for one moment he haif’fbe desire of drink come to him- “This element,” said the speaker, “is one of great strength and relief. I would not have people thoughtless ly rush after, nor flippantly consider new methods, but I would not like to be one who would not more into n structure until its walls have be n colored by the dust of ages—one who knows not of new niovementr discoveries, or inventions, and no ready to receive the benefit of then It is mr earnest conviction that th< last day, when the list of luima> benefactors is made up, that of Di. Keeley will come among the first. “I might speak at length of thos whom I have seen and know,, who have been RESTORED TO LIFE ALMOST, bnt I will not take the time. I wan ro emphasize that God, as Emersoi says, delegates himself to man; agencies, and when I find a Divim agency, whether it is religious oi temperance, this or that, if it is a hand that helps to do g >od, I want to shake that hand, whether it it man, woman or child. I cannot un derstand the mental mood and tenst of a certain minister of this city, who recently raised his voice against the Keeley treatment I marvel when' he represents that the Keeley cure is.condemned by the medical fraternity; whereas there are physi cians almost daily among the gradu ates of Dwight; many Other who sym pathize with the treatment, and still others who recommend it, and who have best) instrumental in sending men to Dwight from this city. I do not claim that the Keeley cure is in fallible, but I do say from my own knowledge, and speaking in the light which comes from the faces of re deemed men, that I believe that this is a great discovery and u great move ment of mnch promise. The Keeley graduates tell me, also, that it has been their experience that the treat ment has infused a strong moral tone, and that they are better me The good Samaritan may not have been well dressed, he may have chewed tobacco, only I believe that tobacco was not used in those days, and whether theosophy, Catholicism, Protestanism, Keeleyism, secret fra ternity or G. A. R., or what not, I believe in everything that is a hand or a foot of an agency that means helpfnlnsss to human character. Let ns say: God bless the Church, the temperance society and every movement that has the tendency to make the world sweeter, brighter and better; that is driving the great pirate of intemperance out of human life.” —Exchange, A SCOTCH TRADITION. MERCILESS WARFARE CF ONE OF THE OLD SCOTTISH CLANS. A Terrlbte Story of the Frlgl tful Dost ruc tion of n Whole Race, thn Inhabitants of One bland—Bren Today the Spot la Sold to Be Hanated. A friend of mine made a prolonged tonr of Scotland last year to indulge in his favorite pastime—fishing—of which there is none better in the whole world than among toe highJands. and Contign- ons islands efthit country. He brought back with him a vast storehouse of the strange tales of the prin itive people amSng whom hje sojourned, for he avoid ed the nsual Unee of travel, confining -his wanderings to the remote villages and out of the way places which the or dinary tourist never visits. He lived for months with toe peasant-and fisherman class, with whom, ingrstiai rag himself into their good graces, he learned mnch of the traditions enrrent in toe region, which have,only been kept alive by being handed down from father to son through the generations. At one time residing with a simple fisherman on one of the Hebrides, that group made famous by tha celebrates tour of Dr. Johnson and Bo: well, he was told a strange story pertaining to a cave on one of the islands, wh ch he after ward visited-with his host, making the weird tradition doubly int resting. It was this: More than three centuries ago there existed two clans between which there had waged the most bitter and relent less- warfare for generations. Of course the people of both factions were but lit tle more civilized than the North Amer ican Indians when Columhus gave a new world Jo Spain. Both clans lived by stealing from their ne:ghbors, de cidedly preferring this mode of life to an honest endeavor of raising anything for themselves. Tbeir tenure of the dark glens which they claimed was held by the prowess of tbeir primitive bows and arrows, tbeir rude daymens and ruder dirks. Ignorant, cruel and vindictive, the several clans hated each other with a hatred unknown but to dense igno rance; they hated simply 1 ecause tbeir names differed, becanse th -y had been taught that differences between names meant feuds between races. One of these two contending clans lived on one of the little islands of the Hebridean group, a barren, rocky, deso- late spot, surrounded only by the eternal surf. One mild winter day came the boats of their bated enemy. The inten tion of the invaders was of coarse to kill, plunder and destroy. They did plnnder and burn the hub they found on the shore, bnt not a human being was found that they coul 1 massacre. The whole island appeared lo have been abandoned. The invaders ’-ansacked it well; traversed every gler and every ravine and wondered where their invet erate enemies had gone. F- iling in the principal part of their bio dy mission, they prepared to leave. T iey took np their oars, bnt hardly bad they cleared the little creek by which t' ej- bad en tered from the sea when a n an, with an apparently extraordinary vision, spied a figure in the uncertain light of a win ter’s dawn cautiously moving over the rocks. A shout announced the di. covery, and the islander disappeared. But the secret had been betrayed. The inhabitants had hidden themselves, not deserted. In half an hoar their assailants bad re landed and set themselves with awak ened hope to the search. Snow had fallen during the night, and the foot steps of the imprfident Islander betrayed the whereabouts of his clan. The high landers exultingly followed he trait of the enemy, and they soon tracked him to the hiding place of his people, a curi ous cavern, its entrance through the maze* of rock, overgrown with thick shrubs, a place easily missed by any one not familiar with the locality. In this cave were gathered all the families of the tribe, the women and li’.tle children and a few of the old men, tie main por tion of the young warriors I aving gone off on an exenrsiou—a marauding one of coarse—to the neighboring i lauds. With shouts of triumph uui exulting wrath comparable to the cruel nature of invaders they collected seaweed, drift wood and the dried heath, in which the rooks abounded, and piled around the one entrance to the cavern, its inmates, now cognizant of what tbeir enemies were doing, maintaining the silence of despair. A few words of muttered Gae lie alone passed—and in a short time the material which the savages hail gathered was set on fire, ton scorching heat from which and the dense smoke rolled in upon the unfortunate occu pants of the cavern, when suddenly there arose a wail of agony. Over the crackling and roaring of thn huge fire the dying wretches attempted to get out, only to be killed at the mouth of the fierce hell or thrust back with pikes into the scorching flames. At last all sounds ceased—the blaze sank and died away completely; the fiend-, had done their work; not a living creatnre re mained within the almost red hot cav ern. The clan had been extinguished— a clan less in the highlands of Scotia. The triumphant murderers took to their boats and sailed away again, leaving their dead unburied as they lay. They never were buried through all the long years. The little island where such atrocities were committed was ac cursed-haunted by spirits of those who had met their horrible fato there. It was also claimed by tbs fishermen of the other islands that whenever they happened to pass that way in the night low wailings were distinctly heard, sharp, piercing shrieks,and that ghastly skeletons were seen walking on the beach, and the place was avoided as a pest hole. After many generations these superstitious notions died out. No w the island is inhabited again, but the dread ful legend sticks to it, and it is said that many a human bone is deg up by the ■mall gardeners.—8L Louis Post-Dis patch. Enormous Headdresses. About 148# enormous headdreeses cams into fashion in England, Francs and Italy. They had horns standing out from too bead sometimes more than two feet, and from thepe a veil depended whisk floated down too' hock of the The Hunter Han teds An old huntsman was returning one evening from a neighbor’s whep he heard a flock of wild turkeys in a clump of pines. They were going to roost, and he st once resolved to bo on hand in the morning and shoot some of them. How he sncceeded is best told in his own lan guage: “The next raomin afore daybreak,” says the htmter, “I whs on the ground. I hid in an openin between some largo bowlders that closed a space on three sides bnt was open at the top, where a man conld stand comfortable ’thopt beta A TREASURED COAT. IT WAS SLASHED BY WILKES BOOTH WHILE RUNNING AWAY. ened till toward daybreak I heard toe turkeysfly down from theroost.- I calf to ’em two dr thnjs times to a way E know. With the second call com# answers, an I heard the turkeys cornin on the run. “I was gittin ray gun ready when I beard » qneer noise like some animal pantin behind me. I turned my head and saw the biggest kind of a wildcat^, with mouth wide open an eyes like two full moons, just ready to jump on foy back. » “Scart? I sprang to my feetjan throwed my arms over my head an rive The Coat Wae Worn by the Leader of the Orchestra tha Night Lincoln Was Assassinated—A New Story About an Historic Tragedy. William Withers, Jr., is the quiet man who leads the ochestra at the Cali fornia theater, and when not marshal ing his musicians is writing music in his room at the Brooklyn hotel. He is so retiring that few can clailn to know hito well, although his musical genius has for thirty-fiveyears given him stand- ing M»y«?g toe composers and leaders of Mr. T^nerti is fl^ty-flve years old now', jret looks to be not more than forty, and would appear even younger except for an episode that occurred on the evening Of April 14, 1868, at Ford's theu'er in. Washington. That evening Withers al most had the unpleasant distinction of being murdered by Wilkes Booth after toe latter had fired the fatal shot at President Lincoln and was rushing mad ly from the stage to an entrance where a yell that would have scared a grizzljrh X confederate had a horse in waiting. “The cat went one way an I wji# Mr. Withers’ most valued treasure is another. I got out o’ my hidin place in • a hurry, an stood a few minutes feeliu trembly like. Then I went back an picked up my gun an started for home, feelin like a sheep killin dog. “You see, the wildcat was out lookin for breakfast, an expectin to get the pick o’ the turkeys when he see me. 1 ain’t ashamed to own 1 was flnstrated. “Did I get any turkeys? No; 4 israldn't have shot a turkey if one had run Up an bit me. Bnt 1 laid for that wildcat till I got him; leastways 1 took it for him. Why It Seemed Dark. a dress coat, now in part destroyed by the moth that corrupts all wool, but on the back of the coat can be plainly seen two clean cut slits, made with a sharp edge. One, high up, as though a stroke for the wearer’s neck, had missed it by a little and descended upon the gar ment. The other cut, nearly over the center of the space nnder which the wearer’s right shonlder blade would be, is longer but equally well defined, and made with the same sharp steel. Wilkes Booth made both these slits, although I own 1 didn’t stop long enough* and the wonder is that his victim was that first sight o' the creeter to examine! not fatally slashed, instead of being only iiim over partic'lar. It’s alias been an[ nicked through the upper cut. unsettled p’int in my mind which was ' rl '" * ” scart the worst, the cat or me.”—Cor. Forest and Stream. The fact that the kitchen door of the Collips cottage at Pleasant Harbor was. painted black led to an incident that'' caused the Pleasant Harbor townspeo ple much amusement. Miss Laura Col lins, the elder of the two elderly women who lived in the cottage, need to tell the. story thus: My sister Emmeline is what you might absentminded. She gets her mind The coat was new when Mr. Withers put it on to lead the orchestra on the oc casion of Abraham Lincoln’s visit to the , (Play, but the coat has never been worn \ 'lince, so great was the sentimental de- ’ ,votion of the musician to the great man kitchen where 1 was sitting and Mid, “I’m going down to the corner to call oi Mrs. Stone.” And I said: “I will po. itMb evening for a walk; moonlight, mid the' stars are out.” I noticed that Emmeline bad on her big suubonnet, but 1 didn’t say'anything about it; everybody in the village was nsed to seeing her wear it in the evening, and even on rainy days. 1 went on sew ing, and in a minute I heard Emmeline say: “Why, it must have clouded up suddenly. There isn't u star to be seen. It’s a-terribly black night!” 1 looked np, and there stood Emmehne with the edge of her suubonnet pressed np against the door. She had forgotten to open it before she looked ont to see what kind of a night it was, and of course the door being painted black that made considerable difference.—Youth’s Companion. Patents Iu England. Hallam records that all through the Sixteenth and the beginning of the Sev enteenth century, patents to deal excln- sively in particular articles were granted so lavishly to the courtiers that hardly a commodity remained free. Even salt, leather and coal were the subjects of patents, tha list of which, when read over to parliament in 1G01, was so long that a member asked incredulously, “Is not bread among the number?” The practice was for the favored court iers to sell their patents of monopoly to complies of merchants—or syndicates, as we should call them nowadays—to work them. Rival political parties struggled, not to redress tba grievances under which the people groaned, tot to obtain a share of the profits. If Essex held a monopoly of sweet wine, Raleigh held one of cards; indeed, it is hard to say how many patents ei’ber of them held from first to last.—All the Year Round. Peculiar Table Custom*. In a book enti'led “Domestic Manners of the Middle A 'ea” we are told that in those days dinner tables were covered by a “nappe” « r tablecloth. Upon it were placed a large saltcellar, braad and cape for wine, but no knives or plates. The reason for thB absence of the knives arose from the common prac tice iu vogue of people carrying their own knives iu a sheath attached to their girdle. In an early work, written by Lydgate —“Rules for Behavior at Table”—the guests are told to bring no knives un scoured to the table, which can only wean that each one was to keep his own knife—that is, the one he carried with him—clean. ho won for friends all who came to iow him. Every one knows the story of Lin- iln’s assassination while sitting in an per box of Ford’s theater enjoying •nr American Cousin,” bnt few have ed what occurred just after Booth fired the cowardly shot, because call absentminded. She gets her mind < ?v>Riam Withers is the only man who set on something, and then she doesn’t foU toy story, and he does not often pay real strict attention to what she’s' doing. One evening she came into tbe*®’'^ fatal shot was fired,” he The Rerall of a Dream. Before Watts, the discoverer of the present mode of making shot, had his notable dream, induced by overindul gence in stimulants, the manufacture in question was a slow, laborious and con sequently costly process. Great bars of lead had to be ponnded into sheets of a thickness nearly equal to the diameter of the shots desired. These sheets had then to be cat into little cubes, placed in a revolving barrel, and there rolled nntil, by the constant friction, the edges wore off from the little cubes and they became spheroids. Watts had often racked his brain try ing to discover some better and less easily scheme, but in vain. Finally, after spending an evening with some boon companions at an alehouse, he wont home, went to bed and soon fell asleep. His slumbers, however, were disturbed by unwelcome dreams, in one of which he was out with “the boys,” and as they were stumbling home it be gan to rain shot—beautiful globules of polished, shining lead—in such numbers that he and his companions had to seek shelter. In the morning Watts remembered his enrions dream and it obtruded itself on his mind all day. He began to wonder what shape molten lead wonld assume in falling through the air, and finally, to set his mind at rest, he ascended to the top of the steeple of the church of St. Mary at Raddiffe and dropped slowly and regularly a ladleful of molten lead into the moat below. De'- scending, he took from the bottom of the shallow pool several handfuls of the most perfect shot he had ever seen. Watt’s fortune was made, for from this exploit emanated the idea of the shot tower, which ever since has been the only means employed in the manufac ture of the little missiles so important in war and sport.—Boston Commonwealth. A Caustic La tter (ram Tennyson. One of Tennyson’s last letters was to Mr. William Watson, who had written in The Spectator some lines on Lord Tennyson's “Foresters,” which ran: Far tie 'lie hour when lesser brows sball wear The laurel glorious from that wintry kalr. “If*” wrote the laureate to Mr. Wat son, “by ‘wintry hair’ you allnde to a tree whose leaves are half gone you are right; bnt if you mean 'white' yon are wrong, for I never had a gray hair on mv head.”—New York Tribune. They All Dodged# A quaint minister once said, “Now, brethren, I propose to throw this hymn book at the man who has been thinking of something other than the sermon.” He made the necessary gesture, as though he would hurl the book, and, cmiotuly enongh, every man in the con gregation ducked his head.—London Tit- Bits. Not Unlikely. Mr. Jim son—What? Is Bilsou going to get married? He told me positively be would never many again. Mrs. Jimson (calmly)—I presume you asked him on tos way to toe funeral.— Mew ¥wrk Weekly, “I thought some property man had 1 a pistol. Jnst then I heard a heavy I on the stage and the people began ■”»ng him!’ .‘Lynch himf ‘Stop the stage toward me. .When” he got near I saw his eyes were afrnost starting from bis head and there was the most fearful expression on his face I ever saw. “I recognized Wilkes Booth and at that instant he put down his head and came rushing on, saying: ‘Let me pass! let me passl' “I was standing where I conld not move mnch, the passage was so narrow. He came on and when he got near struck me with a bowie knife and kept saying. ‘Let me passl’ I felt the ent and turned a little. Then he struck the knife into mo again near the back of mf neck and I fell. When I was down he rushed to the stage door, grasped the knob with both hands and dragged the door open. I saw ‘Peanut’ John standing outside holding a bay horse. Then Booth palled the door shut. “Very soon 'Detective Stewart ran over me and out of the door after Booth. The crowd came upon the stage and grabbed me and wanted to hang me right there, but some who knew me shouted that I was not the man. I was arrested, however, and taken to jail, when Mayor Wallack examined me. “I thought I was severely cut, but when I took off my clothes I found that the knife had only pierced my clothing and cut the skin a little. The cats were as clean as though a razor had made them, and 1 have never understood how I escaped. The knife was found in front of the patent office, where Booth had dropped it as he rode away after the murder. “I had seen Booth before the show standing near the Tenth street entrance to toe theater, and after the performance began saw bim again standing against the rear wall of the parquet circle, and then noted that he had gone into the balcony. After Preeident Lincoln came in Booth stole down the balcony until he could look throfagh a hole that had been bored in the box door and locate the president exactly. Then he had opened the door a little, taken careful aim and fired the fatal shot. He burst through the box and jumped fourteen feet to the stage. “It was such an experience as I never wish to have again. It made me sick for weeks, and I got excited now when I think of it I taught little ‘Tad’ Lincoln to play the drum, and was always kindly treated by the president. The whole ■hooting and escape ware dono in a few seconds and unexpectedly. Booth had evidently made his plan carefully, and was prepared to resort to any means to avoid arrest. I keep that old coat now, and value it more than everything else I have.”—San Fraucikoo Examiner. Regard (or Sacred Tree#. Throughout the length and breadth of India the Fi ma religioea, nnder which Bnddha rested for seven years plunged in divine thought, is dedicated to re ligious worship, and may on no account be felled or destroyed. With more uni versal but not less sincere reverence do the peasants of Russia prostrate them selves before the trees which they are about to cut, and depreoate the venge ance of the deities whose resting places they then proceed to destroy.—Gentle man’s Magazine. A Lecture for Young People. “Yes, I’m In the lecture business," said the long haired passenger, “and I'm making money. I’ve got a scheme, 1 have, and it works to a charm. Big booses wherever 1 go.” “A schemer "Yes. 1 always advertise that my lectures are especially for women under thirty years of age and men ont of debt. You just ought to see the way the people con# trpoying In.”—ExchaMS. A Sign from Heaven. “A queer story was related to me many years ago by Rev. William Simp son, then one of the lending lights of the Methodist church in eastern Iowa and western Illinois,” Mid Harvey Good- enongh, a Hawkeys pioneer, at the La clede. “While ttM Mormons were car rying things with a hi.qh hand in west ern Illinois they co.iverted a young woman, a member of Elder Simpson’s flock. A few months spent at Nanvoo sufficed to disenchant her, and she re turned home a confirmed skeptic. The church-people labored with her long and faithfully, but without overcoming her unbelief. Before her bedroom window stood a large oak tree. She announced that she was going to pray the Lord for a sign—thqt she would ask him if he really had an existence to manifest it by cansing the great oak tree to wither, as Christ is said to have blasted the un fruitful fig tree. She was to prefer her request for a -sign’ upon which to ground her frith at 10 o’clock Sunday morning. “Her resolution at once became the talk of the town, and many visited the tree and carefully examined it It was perfectly sound, full of Mp and covered with a profusion of bright green leaves. At sunset every leaf was as brown and withered as in the depths of winter. The elder stated that with a party of men he cut the tree down and dug up the stump, and that it was dead from the topmast branch to the smallest root. The yonng woman’s prayer had been answered. She at once re-entered the chuych and de voted her li j to missionary work, spend ing several years in China and Japan.” —St. Louis Globe-Democrat. Platinum Mines of Russia. The platinum beds of the Ural moan- tains are the only ones in the world in which this metal is found in grains. Platinnm is found in Brazil and in the Cordilleras in the hard serpentine rocks, but never in the form of grains. The platinnm beds of the Ural mountains are found in various districts—in the north at Besserski, in the government of Perm, in the district of Knotourski and in the state properties of Goroblagodat- ski, where sixty-six mining concessions havj been granted. All the beds of the northern region are situated in the basin of the river onri, in that of the tribu tary stream of Taghil and in other trib utaries high- r up. On the western declivity of the Ural mountains there is another platinum bed near the river Outka, a tributary of the Tchoussova, and the basins of the higher tributaries of the Outka, near the ■Ural river. The platinnm found in these places is in the lorm of grains, in Mnd frequently containing gold. The weight of tbaee grains is from seventeen to twenty-ore grams to every 1,640 kilo grams of sand.—Exchange. The Mixed Race of India. Eurasia has no boundaries. It lies, a varying social fact, all over India, thick in the great cities, thickest in Calcutta, where the conditionsof climate and bread winning are most suitable, and where, moreover, Eurasian charities are most numerous. Wherever Europeans have come and gone these ]«ople have sprang up in weedy testimony of them—these people who do not go, who have received somewhat in the feeble inheritance of their blood that makes it possible for them to live and die in India. Nothing will ever exterminate Eurasia; it clings to the sun and the sod, and is marvel ously propagative within its borders.— Sara J. Duncan in Popular Science Monthly. It Was Not Slang. A contentious church member in a western town recently attempted to have his pastor disciplined for using the slang phrase “not in it" in the pulpit, but the bottom dropped out of his charge when the clergyman produced the manuscript of his sermon and read this sentence from it, “In a word, my Christian hear ers, the ark was a miniature world; there was no form of life that wm not in it.” —New York Tribnne. Had Heard of Bishop Brooks. On the afternoon when Bishop Brooks talked to the Yonng Men’s Christian as sociation an usher in the building said to a deputy, “1 aih glad Mr. Brooks is going to speak to us this afternoon, for I have heard him very well spoken of m a preacher.”—New York Tribune. AFTER FIFTY YEARS. Sir John Lnbbock, who probably knows more abont bees than any other man in the world, li\ ing or dead, Mys that there is strong evidence that the queen bee has the power of controlling the sex of the egg v ^ A Woman’s Chance Receipt of Tidings of Her Kin In Kamchatka. More than half a century ago William Toluan sailed on a whaling ship bound for the northern seas. The ship was dis abled and put into Kamchatka for re pairs. Mr. Tolman was a master me chanic, and so well pleased were the inhabitants with his work of repairing the disabled ship that the authorities of the place induced bim to stay. A few years after he married a Russian girl, by whom he had a daughter and two sons. When the daughter was eleven years old her father sent her to America on a whaler in charge of the captain. The ship put into the port of New Lon don, Conn., and the captain sent word to the girl’s relatives in western New York, who came to New London by team and took her to their home. After ward she, with relatives, came to Michi gan. The girl grew to womanhood, married an Episcopal clergyman named Dunn, and settled down in Lawrence, Kan. For fifty years Mrs. Dunn never heard a word from her parents in faraway Kamchatka. One day abont a year ago she chanced to speak to a Russian in the streets of Lawrence, and was sur prised when the subject of the czar said he once knew William Tolman, her father, and two brothers. He said that Mr. Tolman was dead, but that the sons were alive, but very poor. One of them, he told her, was a trapper. The Russian gave Mrs. Dnnn their address and she wrote to them, sending them clothing and many nsefal pres ents. In due time she got a letter from one brother, the first for over fifty years. The letter was passed around among the relatives. Yesterday W. T. Hess, of this city, got a letter, written in Rus sian, from one of the Tolman brothers in Kamchatka. Not being a Russian scholar he went ont of his store to find some one to translate it. He espied a street fakir, and he asked him if he jould read the letter. The fakir looked »t it and replied, “Yes, sir; it is Rus sian and from Kamchatka.” He trans lated the letter for Mr. Hess. “Here is the funny part of the whole thing,” said Mr. Hess. “Mrs. Dunn learned of her relatives through a Rus sian on the street in Lawrence, Kan., and I had one of her brother’s letters translated by a Russian fonnd on the street in Grand Rapids. The William Tolman who sailed on the whaler was my nncle, for whom I was named. Fun ny how we get news from relatives sometimes,” continued Mr. Hess. — Grand Rapids Democrat. Her Only Thought. It wm one of the days when the wind blows snddonly and sharply around the earner*, when the ^ustj^iris in clouds and tha air has a bard, cold <ia»upn^ which goes straight through any coat except a fur one. Away up town on one of the western avenues where cheap shops are kept on the ground floor of cheap flat houses a woman stood by a window with a baby in her arms. Her drees wm shabby and so thin that the wind went through it as through a sieve. The baby had a woolen frock and a wonted coat and cap, and seemed to be warm enough as he burrowed upon the woman’s shonlder and dug his sprawl ing little fingen into her eyes. In the shop window were displayed two kinds of garments. On one side were women’s woolen petticoats and all kinds of heavy cotton nnderclothing, which looked warm and comfortable. But this woman did not see them, for she was looking on the other side of the window, where were shown little knitted hoods and tippets of white, flossy stuff, and babies’ mittens and babies’ shoes and babies' fancy caps, with ribbons in them.—New York Times. Seen in the Metropolis. A refuse cart was close to the cn b ( n Thirty-seventh street, between Ms is: u and Fifth avenues, recently, whil i t. e driver, a healthy young Irishman, t Ik d to a woman who had on each side a lit! e chap dressed in sailor costume. Mo»t passersby must have taken her nr a nurse out with her charges from o ie of the fashionable houses near by. Aftor two minutes' talk the woman lifte 1 the lads one by one to the side of the r rath driver, who had carefully spread a niece of stout paper over his cargo to pr’ite.-t ’tlWCfottilng of ths children.- Large Electric Locomotives. The most powerful electric locomo tives yet used are two of the London Underground railway. Each locomo tive, according to a description of Mr. Alexander Siemens, carries two motors, and the nse of all gearing is obviated by winding the armatures of the motors on the axles of the - locomotive wheels. Tests of the torn? motors before they were fitted to their places gave from forty to fifty horsepower each for three of them—the other being mnch more powerful—and efficiencies of about 90 to #4 per cent Each locomotive fully equipped weighs 18)^ tons, and its unloaded train weighs twenty-one tons, a full load being ninety- six passengers, The average power of Mch locomotive requires a current of not more than fifty amperes,' although in starting as much as 14o amperes must be had.—Ohio State Journal. Pour Method, of Preserving. Of the four principal manners of pre serving food in use today drying and coring (the latter term including salting, smoking and antiseptic processes) are not modern, while tinning and freezing are entirely new. Tinning dates nominally from 1804, when Appert made the first attempts at inclosing food in hermetical ly closed boxes, bnt a long course of trials and improvements had to be gone through before the excellence of today was obtained. Dried vegetables w ire introdneed by Chollet in 1845, bnt the products of that period were miserable in comparison with those turned ont now.—Blackwood’s Magazine. Figures Abont Snuff. It seems surprising to learn that twen ty years ago 4.000,000 pounds of snuff per annum were consumed in this country. Much more astonishiug is this circum stance that during the fiscal year ended July 1, 1892,10,900,000 pounds of snuff were nsed in the United States. Yet how rarely is it that one sees a pinch of snuff takenl—Cincinnati Commercial Gazette. Catering to the Public. Friend—Why do you dump all that dirt into your soap kettles? Soap Manufacturer—If folks don’t find the water dirty after washin they think j the soapisno good.—New York Weeklv. I Easily Cured. Father—My son seems to be abont as •mart m other young men, bnt he no , sooner gets settled in a position than he tires of it and resigns. He lacks staying ■ powers. Friend—Oh, that's easily cured. Get ] kin » political offloe,—News, | OH, SHOUTIN’S MIGHTY SWEET. Oh, shoatin's mighty sweet When yer shout when yer meet. a-d shek han't ronq an say: “Bless Gord (nr de meetlnl Bleat Gord (nr de greetlnl" Shoutin cornea mighty eaey dat a-waji Bnt ter shout when yer part. An ter shoot Tom yo’ heart. When yer gwine far away, (ar away, Wld a lettln go ban's An a-facin strange Ian’s, Bhontin comes mighty hard such a day. “Glory” sticks In yo’ th'oat At de whistle o’ de boat, Dat ents lak a knife thoo yo' heart; An "Halleluiah” breaks At de raisin o’ de stakes Dat loosens np de ropes ter let 'er eta t. But ef yer fix yo' eye On de wrltln in de sky, Whar de “goodbye” la all strncken oi t. An read de prdrmns clalr Of another geth'rln there. Yon kin say far'weU, my brothers, wi h a shout. Den shont, brothers, shout! Oh, tell yo* vict’ry ont. How neither death nur partln kin nn io yer. Look f nst at yo' losa. But last at de cross, Blngln glory, glory, glory halleluiah! —Ruth M. Stuart In Harper's Hi nu Hard to Satisfy. Some persons are hard to satisfy. Ti-e thing in hand is of little worth, bn* L.p object beyond reach seems all desii t.. A clergyman in Maine, who live, > r the seacoast, narrates an occm. i-i, >■ which gave him a moment of disapi.oii t- ment, but which has also suppliei l.i n with a very good story to tell. He had planned a beautiful driv ■ f - the benefit of a lady from the we i «i i - was visiting his family—a lady wli - never seen the ocean. The rout, v, chosen in such a way that not a gb n; c of the sea would be had nntil, at i ci tain bend in the road, the party \ on d come out upon a high open space, com- manding a magnificent view of the ’ ro. d Atlantic. As the carriage came out up-v . t. e plateau the clergyman turned a be . uiiig face on the lady, expecting from • i u exclamation of delight; but insie u >t happiness on her countenance, he > aw a look of longing. "Oh,” she said, with a sigh, “b rw I wish I could see the Pacific!”—Yc ith's Companion. One lad, tacked close under the -Inv er’s arm, was permitted to hold the i aius, while the other poked the staid 'ore with a short stick. The three dro- e c l eastward, smiling, while the woman fol lowed on the sidewalk. The chiidr- n were the driver’s own, and they were ;-a well dressed as half the children n iti: e to the locality in which the scene os- curred.—New York Sun. Books with Uncut Leaves. A book, the leaves of which are uncut, possesses no value of an intrinsic char acter beyond one that is ent, but r jally less. For that matter, if it is to re.nain nnent, it is as valueless as it is useless. There is a class of book collectors, how ever, who place a premium upon boo! s with uncut leaves, and so commend them in their advertisements anu cir culars. There are persons who load certain shelves in their libraries wilh nnent books. Of course they are not fur use and are not nsed, and are valuele: * except for keeping.—Brooklyn Eagle. How Pishes Multiply. Piscatory authorities of the highest standard tell ns that were it not for nature's grand "evening up” provision the fishes of the seas would multip'y eo rapidly that within three short yea. a they would fill the waters to such an ex tent that there would be no room for them to swim This will hardly be dis puted when it is known that a s,ng e female cod will lay 45,000,000 eggt in a single seaso-i.—St. Louis Republic. Nut Much Difference. Little Bo; —I wish I had a rabbit. Mr. Four*hfloor—What would you do with a rabb.t in a flat? Little Bov—Well, I guess a rabbit could get along here 'bout as well as I can.—Good .Sews. When argument takes the plate of epithet hurling the victory of right prin ciples will dawn, for epithets mu> be hurled by auy one, but sound argument is possible only on the side of the right. The consumption of snuff in this c rar- try is chiefly by dipping, and the 'ml ; of the tobacco, mauufactured iu tins shape is consumed below Mason and Dix on’s line* Honeymoon Cookery. “And so my little wife cooked th i a.l herself? What does she call it?" “Well, I started it fer bread, but fb-r it came out of the oven I conclude!. IM better put sauce on it and call it put ■ d mg. ’’—Exchange. There are but 190 colored voters in North Dakota. There are 15,000 ii. the city of Baltimore. Baltimore hat an area of thirty-swo square miles; N irt i Dakota has an area of 70,000 sq tar > miles. Whittier, the poet, it is reported, sai 1 to the doctors in attendance a day or two before his death, “You have .one the best possible, and I thank you; but it is of no use—I am worn out." Strange stories are frequently told of the doings of electricity, and there :s no donbt that of all the forces of natoro this is the most capable of eccentric manifestation. The pyrometer measures heat iu de grees and fractions, and will give accu rate figures even though the heat runs up to the unthinkable intensity of 7,000 degs. We learn from a doctor that stam mering is almost unknown among sav age#. Is this infirmity, then, one of th« MttftltielVfMFlsrsteiUMttasr t