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Jan.
6 " 128 15 00
Feb.
3 ? 237 15 00
Jane
1 Ella Morris 352 15 00
29 K. L Dickson 362 25 00
July
1 Maggie Lee 1 20 00
1896. .
Jan.
1 Maggie Lee 3 20 10
13 Ella Morris 5 20 00
13 " " 6 20 00
XISGSTREE SCHOOL DISTICI.
NO. 16.
Dec.
1895.
12 N A Harper 20 24 00
N A Battert 131 24 00
1896.
Jan.
27 C A Benjamin 171 25 00
S Pondergass 191 4 00
Bab.
6 N A Battert 250 24 00
24 44 14 275 12 00
March.
23 E C Dennis 315 8 40
30 S E Wilson 319 25 00
44 44 321 25 00
April.
20 E C Dennis 333 7 90
May.
26 E C Dennis 7 00
S E Wilson ? 348 25 00
349 25 00
SCRAN TON SCHOOL DISTRICT,
NO. 17.
1896.
Feb.
6 J W Nelson 207 24 00
March.
16 J W Nelson 305 24 00
30 44 44 317 24 00
April.
13 WPEaddy 332 16 00
SUNDRY.
1895.
Nov.
10 Frank Carter 438 9 00
18 J J B Montgomery 8 24 0044
4 4 9 13 00
F A Alabrooka 27 7 00
31 J J B Montgomery 110 72 00
1896.
Feb.
3 Frank Carter 233 5 00
' 10 J J B Montgomery 253 81 20
March
6 J J B Montgomery 292 38 50
16 P A Allsbrooka 307 4 50
44 44 313 15 00
1896.
April.
3 J J B Montgomery 331 36 00
27 P A Allabrook 335 3 15
Frank Carter 336 5 00
June.
1 J J B Montgomery 353 36 00
^ 354 45 00
22 P A Allabrook 360 3 50
July.
1 6 Frank Carter 2 5 25
W G Gamble 7 15 00
J J B Montgomery 8 60 00
27 PA Allabrook 9 4 00
Aug.
10 J J B Montgomery 13 18 00
17 P A Allabrook 15 3 75
E G Chandler 7 50
P A Allabrook 22 4 50
Sept
14 WG Gamble 25 7 50
J J B Montgomery 30 45 00
Oct
26 W E Cook 38 2 25
PAID STATE TREASURER.
1895.
Not. 7 Aa per Tonoher $ 224 69
18 44 44 44 , 1,040 24
Dee. 13 44 44 4 4 3,32 3 04
28 44 4 4 4 4 2,55 0 00
1896.
Jan. 6 44 44 44 2,734 95
2 3 44 . 44 4 4 9 23 1 7
Feb. 24 44 44 44 957 33
Mar. 18 44 4 4 44 1 21 49
May 18 4 4 4 4 44 148 87
TOTAL DISBURSEMENTS.
Ordinary County $14,256 42
Contingent 372 20
? ? -?- ? a ? nn
uommuuiuoQ ? u w
Fence 263 00
School 8,016 42
State 11,798 09
Total $34,732 13
Respectfully submitted,
R. D. ROLLINS,
County Treasurer.
fietl Estate Values to New York.
Mrs. Schuyler Van Rensselaer has a
paper on "Places in New York" in the
Century. Speaking of the rapid increase
of value of real estate In that
city, Mia. Van Rensselaer says: Two
miles from the City Hall? Very much
farther away than this stands the new
"Herald" building, where Broadway
and Sixth avenue intersect In 1845 the
city owned its site, and sold it for $9,900.
The "Herald" now pays rent for it
?for the land alone?at the rate of $60,000
a year. At the same sale fifty
years ago a corner lot on Fifth avenue
and Forty-second street brought $1,400,
and In 1840 four hundred lots on
Fifth avenue above Twentieth street
were sold at prices ranging from |200
to $400. Within twenty yean some of
these were resold for $15,000 each, and
yon may guess their present worth for
yourselves, remembering that business
and business values have now moved
Into this region also.
Less than twenty years ago a much
more northerly district, between Fiftyninth
and One Hundred and Tenth
streets, west of Eighth avenue, would
have shown yon little but rocks and
puddles and predatory goats and boys.
How much more than half Its surface Is
covered with buildings, all of a very
good class, and their estimated cost has
been $170,000,000. Land up here Is
more precious than was land two miles
from the City Hall In the days of PhlUp
Hone. And It is just as easy now as
then to grow greatly richer In New
York if you are already rich enough to
buy little bits of Its soil and to hold on
to them for a little while. v
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J V- \ v v. ; < .y ? HAPPY
DAYS A>
Every quaint, expectant quiver
Of the willows in the vale.
Every curve along the river,
Every note borne on the gale.
Every glimpse of flashing fountains,
Every wild rose on the hill,
Every sunset on the mountains,
I recall and love them still.
Oft I tread those pleasant places,
Dwell upon those tender themes,
See again those smiling faces
Weloomlng me in my dreams;
And those blissful memories haunt me
When with disappointment crossed,
And my toils and troubles taunt me
With the joys that I have lost!
? m p?m
I The Rive <
fSBfi H E Englishman
Cjf^ turned to his
f American friend,
and oalling his at/AV
tention to a guinea
JAJW ^VUl ^ung *roin ^is
^Siiiy g/ M watch ohain, said:
"What do you
find on that?"
?KSS2^ The other examined
the ooin olosely, and upon
ne side of the medallion saw engrayed
in exceedingly small but distinot
letters this inscription, "Write
| P. 0. Box 1001, London."
Looking at his host he said: ' 'What
does that mean ? Is there a story connected
with it?"
The Englishman laughed.
"Yes, a story in five ohapters. Come
hereand he led the way into his
library. "There are the ohapters,"
he oontinued, opening a desk and pro
auoing are envelopes, eacu uuutuuiu^
a letter; "and I am going to ask yon
to read them, for I am sare they will
interest yon. Bofore yon begin,
however, 1 will give yon the preface
to the tale, or otherwise yon wonld
not understand it. In 1876, when I
was bnt a boy, I was sent to Australia
to look after my father's sheep business.
Much of the time I was obliged
to be in the bosh, and when there the
hours often hung heavily upon my
hands. One frightfully hot Sunday I
lay gasping for air under a thorn tree
near my cabin when I noticed something
glittering in the dust of the
roadway not twenty yards distant.
After speculating upon what it might
be for perhaps an hour, I mustered
sufficient energy to rise from my hammock
and: investigate. It was this
ooin, bnt without the inscription you
have noted. Returning to my siesta
I began to wonder how it came there,
for not a soul bad passed that way for
more than a .month, exoept my own
men; and neither they nor I had any
gold. My wonder grew upon itself
until at last it oooorrea to me now
strange a story such a pieoe of money
oonld tell if it oonld relate its adventures,
and from that idea it was bnt a
step lo the inscription and a trial of
my fantastio notion.
The first time I visited Sydney, I
took the coin to a jeweler and had him
engrave it as yon have seen. I put
the London P. O. box on, for London
is known the world around, and 1001
is and always has been my box,
whether in Australia or at home. No
sooner was the gold prepared than I
started it on its journeyings; for I
paid it to the very jeweler who marked
it Now you may read the letters."
"But," said his friend, "how does it
come that yon have the guinea now,
if yon parted with it twenty years ago
in Australia?"
"Ah," replied the other, with a
smile, "that may be termed the sequel
to the story of the letters. Bead those
and then 1 will add that also."
The first was written upon heavy
i_ a ?111. tk.
paper, 111 opauiBll wuu wo tununuig |
translation attaobed:
H. 8. M. Sloop of War, Infanta.
Mxlboushi, Mob. 9th, 1880.
Respected Sir?I have recently reoelred
an English gold piece which bears the following
words: "Write P. O. Box 1001, London."
The same was paid to me some days
since by a Malay fruit trader while we were
at Batavia, Java. Not observing the engraving
until the Malay had left the ship I am
nnable to state where he obtained the money.
We are about to leave for Barcelona, and
should I have opportunity to visit London
during my stay ashore I shall do myself tho
honor to personally exhibit the wandering
guinea to Box 1001.
With great respect, I am, Sir,
Xavios Cardenza,
Lieut. H. S. M. N.
"This oomes next,* said the Englishman
; "yon may wonder at its date,
and yet yon oan probably imagine the
tragedy that intervenesand be
handed a rather dingy sheet to the
American.
The writing was coarse and unformed
but evidently in a man's hand,
in the German language translated as
follows:
Pbetobia, Thansvaal, S. A.,
June 14th, 1882.
I have in my possession a guinea, attached
to a piece ot gold chain, which I think was
a watch ohaln. It is marked Write ft.0.
Box 1001, London, and so I do. I have had
the coin some three months and received it
from a Namaqua native with whom I was
trading for ivory on the Molopo River. He
was a chief and wore the thing around his
neck. We were together several days, and
when I saw the gold piece was a guinea I
was curious enough to ask him where he got
it. He said one of his men took it in war
from an Angra, or West Coast man. I presume
that fellow got it from some wreck or
even from some dead or dying sailor on the
shore. If the piece is of any particular value
as a keepsake I will send it to London upon
request. Write me here.
Stein Hut-eland.
? The Amerioan looked up.
'Poor Cardenza! Evidently his ship
was lost and the savages robbed his
body."
The Englishman bowed.
"When I reoeived this, letter I made
searoh through the marine records, for
I was then at home, and found that in
May, 1880, the Spanish Bloop of war
Infanta was lost off South Africa and j
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iONG THE HILLS.
Often when I think of all the se
Scenes my heart with sadness Alls.
And regretful I recall those
Happy days among the hills;
Inspirations fair unnumbered
Smiled upon those hills seren e,
Many a dream of pleasure slumbered
In those peaoeful valleys green.
What are fame and prond position
When the heart Is 111 at ease?
Where the good <4 high ambition
When compared to such as these?
Ever I recall in vain those
Rambles by the laughing rills.
And in my dreams I live again those
Happy days among the hills!
?M. M. Folsom, In Atlanta Constitution.
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Chapters. ;
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S. HAMILTON".
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no one saved. The lieutenant's body ,
probably washed ashore in the long i
ground swell whioh rolls in upon that
coast in the spring, and the Angra
man despoiled it of watch, ohain and \
pendant. Only the guinea will ever
be heard of again." 1
"Did you write Hufeland?" queried j
his friend. ? i
"Yes, out of curtesy, thanking him, i
and telling him where the coin had 3
started and how it had probably t
reaohed him, and asking him not to '1
return it, but to set it on its travels (,
again in the regular oourse of business, 3
I bad no reply to my letter and doubt
whether the Boer ever received it. '
Something more than a year later this 1
third chapter arrived." t
He handed the American a large, \
square envelope of rough paper, bearino
thft ntranfre nostmarlc. "Irkutc,"
?o o- r >
Mackor Sunt," and the iiheet within
was headed "Yakutsk." The letter
was in English.
To the Unknown: Except 1 o drink vodka, j
attend Greek church and gamble there remains
nothing for a Christ It n (?) to do in
this "heel of the world" but write. Two c
days since, when paying for some furs which
I had bought from Tunguse Indians, one of
them gave me in change an English guinea, t
Happening to examine It later I discovered
engraved in small letters near the head,
"Write P. O. Box 100k, London." As an 1
American I have tUl a Yankee's curiosity,
and therefore am writing. I must insist, ,
however, upon a reply. My personal *
knowledge of this coin begins only as stated;
but when I saw the inscription 1 hunted up ,
the native and dragged from him by bribe and 1
irrigation all that he knew of the same. He
had received it months before from a Bus- .
si an official, recently arrived from St. Petersburg,
whom he met on the Lena River.
Where that man got it is only to ba con- r
jeotured. I shall probably spend it, set it *
in motion again soon; but I would be
pleased to hear why it bears this strange re- a
quest. I am a United 8tates naval officer
sent to this far land by my Government to
aid in the search for the crew of the lost 1
Jeanette. Very respectfully,
' john m. haklow.
The American laughed.
"Quite -a characteristic letter. Ton .
sorely wrote Mr. Harlow?" 1
"Oh, yes," replied the other, "and
have still an epistolary acquaintance '
with him, maintained in a desultory
manner ever sinoe. He is now in t
Washington, in yoor country, I think.
He has promised to visit me should he Q
ever get to England on leave. Of
coarse how the guinea reaohed Russia
from South Africa I shall never know.
Here is the fourth letter."
"Lobxto, Lowzb CiL, 1
Deo. 25.1889. 1
"For a month I have anticipated the time
when I should be strong enough to write P.
O. Box 1001, London. Dear old, smoky. 6
foggy London! If you only knew how s
strong is the love that wraps an Englishman's
heart about 'for his Great City, especially
when far from the place of his birth. 1
you will be able to estlmate'how such love e
and longing is Increased when the Englishman
lies for weeks on his back in a oot bed,
with a forty-caliber hole through one lung, c
Ned?that's my chum?says I have slept with c
the 'home guinea' clasped in my hand night
after night. Well, I may have done so. It
Is the first thing that has come direct from
dear old England to me In three long years
and I doubt II ever I see anything so near
my beloved home again. I am one of the
ne'er-do-wells who has drifted up and down
the earth, never oontent, never at rest, until,
perchance, put to rest as I have beea, by an
enemy's shot from behind a mesquite bush.
This little ooin was paid me lor gold d ist
one wild night across the Gulf in Gnayamas,
Mexico, three months ago, and although
guineas don't grow on trees in this blazing
desert:, I have clung to it.
"Write me. Box 1001?write me for humanity's
sake! They tell me I'm going to
get well, but I know better. The catch at
my heart and the hole in my lung don't mean
life, but something else. And perhaps it is
iust as well. The world has not been the
better for me; it will not be much the worse
without me; but my %oul is hungry lor a letter.
A big yellow envelop, with my name in
round hand on the outside. My friends do
not know where I am, and III am to die it
is better so. Even my dearest sister, who
never gave me up, has Jost me; for I have
been ashamed to tell t.er how low I had
fallen. But, Box 1001, you only know that
I nave your guinea, anci you don't know all
my loolish and my evl deeds. Write me,
here; lor I shall never go away.
'Abthub Jamesox."
"Yon see how long a time had passed
since the third letter," said the Englishman;
"six years. I had all but
forgo tton my golden wanderer when
this came; bnt yon may know that I
wrote at once and at length to poor
Jameson, dying amid the horrible ,
wastes of Lower California. I sven j
wrote twioe; bnt no answer came, and ,
I concluded that his course was run. j
Sometimes I remembered the fellow, r
pitying his loneliness if living; but as
time passed the reoolleotion slowly
faded from my mind, when, two
yoars ago, the fifth and last of the j
series oame to hand."
The Americans-took the letter. It
was written in a lady's hand, post- r
marked "Cranbrook, Kent, England," j
dated May 10th, 1892, and ran as fol- ,
lows:
"Dear Sir: Almost ten years ago my j
brother Arthur, then a boy of only seven- ,
teen, ran away from home. For a time he ]
used to write me and I most gladly replied, i
for he was my only brother, four years older j
than myself, and greatly loved. He was ,
nevor quite successful, but always hopeful;
and finally reached the 8tate of California. 1
where I heard from him in the summer of f
1(87. I wrote him as usual; but his replies <
were few and far between, and aftej some
months oei^sed altogether. In 1888 our fath- I
er died, am> I begged my brother to come i
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home. I do not know if ho had my letter,
but, like all the rest, this sad one al9o re- ,
mained unanswered. Sometimes I asked
upon the wrapper that the letter should be
returned if not delivered. A few came back,
while others did not appear, so that I was
therefore left in doubt and could not tell
whether my dear one lived or not; nor, if
he lived, where.
"After 1889 I gave up writing, but not
hope; but until three days ago I have never
had word of Arthur nor known of his fate.
ODly day before yesterday I received a box
from China addressed to me,containinga)l my
letters nnd some little keepsakes of my dear
brother. There was also a noto from a friend
and companion of his. Ned Bacon, which
told mo of my boy's death in Lower California
more than two years ago.
"I have been looking over and reading the
old letters, and,dear Sir, I found two written
by you to Arthur when he was so ill, alter he
bad told you that he had the marked guinea,
rhe join itself was in the chest, and I now
have it and would like much to keep it as a
sacred memento of my poor brother. I have
written you all this "because of your kind,
kind letters to the wanderer, and to thank
you from the'bottom of my heart, both for
my mother and myself, for your great sympathy
and more than friendly words to our
boy. Even when you wrote him he was dyivsa
qIaho In a otmnfffl InnH
lUft, aivuv iu a
"Tlje guinea is now at rest with me, un109s
you desire it. Should you ever be in
ftent my mother would be greatly pleased to
see you.
' Again, expressing our warmest thanks
'or your kindness to our beloved one, I am,
rery sincerely yours.
Jessie Jameson.
The American returned the letter
;o his friend.
"How strange it all is, or was,"said
je, in a thoughtful tone; "starting
rom Australia the little coin was in
Ifrica, Siberia, North America, and,
inally, England, within the twpnty
rears of its journeyings. But," con;inued
he, with interest, "this lady,
tfiss Jameson, desired to keep the
;old. Did she afterward give it to
rou?"
"Ah," replied the host, smiling;
'that is the sequel to the story of the
etters, and, liko many sequels, the
>est part of it?Jessie is now my
rife."?New York Independent.
Facts About Animals.
The hog is a very sagacious beast
Vrt /.ATtBtrintinor Rnftkft is TJoisonOUS.
The wolf is more canning than the
ox.
Some species of snakes are born
tannibals.
The horse is more stubborn than
he male.
No bad-tempered man can break a
lorse to perform.
One babj elephant will boss a whole
le d of big ones.
The white clover is rank poison to
lie hippopotamus.
The elephant can pnsh many times
nore than bo can pall.
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The elephant is almost as amihibious
as tho hippopotamus.
The wild buffalo is often more than
i match for the lion.
The giraffe is damb and was never
mown to utter any soand.
The hippopotamus can be accJinated
to live in very cold water.
nninr hflar is untamable. He
s al3o partial to a sun bath.
Panthers when taken young make
rery docile and affectionate pets.
Tne smallest monse will canse the
>iggest elephant to qnake with fear.
The rhinocerons is the most formidable
and pngnaoions of all wild beasts. '
A snake would starve to death rather
han eat anything except living prey.
America is the only country in
rhich a baby elephant was ever born
n captivity.
The parrot is but one among many
pecies of birds that can be taught to
peak.
Don't trust to the fallacy that wild
>easts can be controlled by the human
ye,
Lions born in captivity are more
langerous and harder to train than
laptured ones.
Regarding a "Close" Share.
"What makes my face so dry and
lusty ?" asked a man in one of the
shairs at the hotel barber shop.
"You shave too close," replied the
>arber. "Yon get down nnder the
ikin and irritate it."
"Well, I have to shave close. I
lon't want to bother with shaving
jvery day, so I get a shave every
>ther day, and then get a good, close
>ne."
"There's no need of that," replied
;he barber. "There isn't so much difference
between a single going-over
ind a very close 6have. After the
razor has been over your face once yon
;an still feel a fine stubble. By a eec>nd
or third scraping you can get the
face feeling perfectly smooth, bnt in
;hree hours' time the beard has grown
>ut to where it was after the first gong-over.
What I mean is that yon
lave only abont three honrs by getting
vhat we call a "close" shave, and for
i man who shaves every other day,
.hat isn't much of an advantage. Betides,
it irritates the face and is liable
;o make the skin hard and scaly. A
nan who shaves himself simply goes
>ver his face once, bnt in a barber
ihop the customer thinks he is not
jetting the worth of his money unless
;he barber scrapes for abont ten minites
to get rid of that extra three
lours' growth of beard."?Chioago
rrxbune.
Thrifty to the Last.
An old Lancashire miller, noted for
lis keenness in mutters financial, was
snce in a boat trying his best to get
loross the stream which drove his mill.
Fhe stream was flooded, and he was
taken past the point at whioh he
panted to land; while, farther on,
niel'ortnne still inrther overtook him,
to the extent that the boat got npset.
His wife, realizing the danger he was
In, ran frantically along the side of
?he stream, crying for help in a pitiful
voice; when, to her sheer amazenent,
she was suddenly brought to a
standstill by her husband yelling out:
"If I'm drowned, Molly, dunnot for-,
?et that flour's gone up two shillin' a
jack!"?Tit-Bits.
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HBWGETOF FUN.
HUMOROUS SKETCHES FROM
VARIOUS SOURCES.
A Tip to George?An Experiment
Suggested?The Parties Responsible?Taking
No Chances?How
to Rivet Attention, Etc, Etc.
?
King of Athens, ere you fight
Listen to a lowly wight
Get those plctureb that the new
Journalism labels you;
Scatter broadcast every freak
Liken ?s, and within a week.
Frightened Turks, with manner meek,
Will s ilute you, gracious Greek.
King of Athens, ere you scrap
xajte :no tip tuat a uoio uu my.
?Baltimore News.
TAKING NO CHANCES.
"It'fl very strange he committed
suioide because I refused him."
'Terhaps he was afraid you might
change your mind."?Life.
CAUGHT ON THE ELY.
Jaok?s The woman I marry must
be beautiful, accomplished and amiable
; in short, faultless."
Marie?"Oh, Jaok! This is so sudden."
THE PARTIES BESPONSIBLE.
Jessie?"I wonder why small men
nearly always marry large women?"
Nutte?"Better ask the lar^e .women
; they probably know all about
it."?Truth.
AN EXPEBIMENT SUGGESTED.
"They say people who live together
get to look alike."
"Is that so? Well, just in the inr\t
MiarifiA lflt'n tr<7 it."?Chi
cago Reoord.
didn't have to move.
Forrester?"You live in a quiet
part of the town, do yon not?"
Lancaster?"Not now."
Forrester?"Moved ?"
Lancaster?"No. Got t-vins."
how to rivet attention.
She?"Did you have any trouble in
getting papa to listen to you?"
He?"Not a bit. I began by telling
him I knew of a plan whereby he
could save money."?Cincinnati Enquirer.
ready to give satisfaction.
Mrs. Harduppe?"The butcher is
outside and says ho von't leave until
he knows the color oi your money."
Earduppe?"Oh, -<ertainly. Tell
him I'm glad to accommodate him,
and that it's an invisible green."
ANOTHER VETERAN.
First Veteran?"So yon fought all
through the war, did you?"
Second Veteran?"Yes."
First Veteran?"I didn't know you
were in the war."
Second Veteran?"Neither was I. I
was at home with my w'fc."
COULD BUY HIM CHEAP.
Daughter?"Father, I wish to marry
the Count."
Father?"But, from the reports I
hear, the fellow isn't worth much."
Daughter?"Then, father, if he isn't
worth muoh, you certainly could
afford to buy him for me!"?Fuck.
QUITE A DIFFERENCE.
Wheeler?"How loDg will it take
me to reach New York on this road,
sir?"
Farmer?"Wall, Jules Verne eays
it's been done in eighty days, but if
you tarn around and go the other way
you kin do it in ^kbout two hours."?
K'ew York Journal.
j the woods abe full of them.
Weary Waggles?"Please give a
square meal to a man who has lost a
job through lack of material to work
with."
Farmer?"What was the nature of
your job?"
Weary Waggles?"I am a thinker,
and I ran out of thoughts.
a good thing to bet on.
"Why," the young man asked, "do
you think that Miss Ashley will never
be the wife of anyone but Harry
Hinkeley?"
"Because." said the fair widow,
"her parents are both strongly opposed
to her having anything to do
with him. "?Cleveland Leader.
at the zoo.
Little Elsie (looking at the giraffe |
at the Zoo)?"Oh mamma! They
have made that poor thing stand in
the sun, haven't they?"
Mamma?"Why do you say that,
my dear?"
Little Elsie?"Look at all his
freckleii."?Philadelphia Times.
A GLITTERING INDUCEMENT.
Mr. Hojaok?"I see that Mrs. Cawker
is riding a wheel.1'
Mr. Tomdik?"Yes. Did you hoar
how she oame to get it?"
"No."
"She told her husband that she
would rather ride than talk. Ho
bought the wheel 'the very next day."
?New York Journal.
HIS MODEST BEQUEST.
Ragged Reube?"I don't caro to ask
ye for alms, fair lady. No, I merely
seeks de aid of yer skilful needle. Ma^
I rely on yer assistance?"
Housewife ? "Certainly, my poor
man. What can I do for you with my
needle?"
Ragged Reube?"I has here a button,
mum, and I hopes ye will be kind
enough to sew a shirt on it fer me." (
S GOOD AS A BOARDING HOUSE.
Colonel Peppers?"You were lost ]
on the desert for three weeks OMflb '
Professor?"
Professor?"Yes."
Colonel Peppers?"How did jflV
manage for food?"
Professor?"Splendidly There were
lots of wind currents, you know, and ;
these, mixed with the sand, made
imagine I was eating prune*"?
York Journal. ,
CLAIBYOYANCE VP TO DAT* ?
"Are you the celebrated Mme. Bon- *
lette?" ho asked, after ha had olimbed J
fnni* flirthfa /\l afatwa vaa AilmliMftfl
into the mysterious interior.
"Yes," replied the bizarre4ooHl?|
personage who had received him.
. "The peat clairvoyant ?"
"And you foretell the future?"
"It is so."
"And read the mind?"
"And unfold the past?" ? !
"Then," said the visitor, eagerly, aa^
he took a large wad out of hie pooke^i ;
"please tell me what it was my wtiK
asked me to bring her home to-night^w
A City Without Wheels. , ^
Catorce is Spanish for fourteen. Tms
tradition is that that many soldlefH
deserted from the Spanish army iircg
Mexico some time in the last oenturjafl
climbed to this almost inaooessiblfi
spot, turned bandits, discovered thajg
the mountain under them was fall offg
silver, began to mice and in due;"
course became rich and respeotablnH
according to the St. Louis GlobM^
Democrat. To-day Catorce enjoys aU&|
that goes to make life oomfortabll|l|
and agreeable, save one thing.
In the stores of Catoroe money wilMt
buy as many articles and as oheaply agM
in any Mexican city of liko import^
ance.. The hotel is better than aooMH
in more pretentions cities, Tm|
market abonnds m fruits and ego'JS
tables. Nowhere are the shop itsowB
decorated with more elaborate pwqfl
torial information of what is to
fonnd within. The ohnroh is a maasitsM
structure, towering above the so**?
ronndings. In every sense wffl
one Catoroe is metropolitan, a
as things go in Mexico. Catoriaflj
has no wheels. Catoroe nora|
only has no bioyoles, bat it has n^H
wheeled vehicles of any kind. ThenS
is not so much as a pushcart withUjflH
the corporate limits. The back of fhH
burro is Catorce's common carrier." <4
"It is not strictly acourate," said A
Mr. Kaufman, the leading drnggistefl
Catorce, and one of the three EagliahriO
speaking residents, "to apeak of thitl|
city as never having known the prenyl
ence of a wheeled vehicle. The oldest
inhabitants will tell you of a tradition#)
that once a carriage waa seen iajsj
Catorce. The occaston was the mIh|
bration of a certain very notable annidfl
versary. The carriage was brought
np the monntain, after having bee&^fl
separated into as many parta as prae-lj
ticaDie. me pieces woto lunuou wh
the backs of burros. When tbwra
reached the city they W6re put lb- J
gather. The carriage was used as the *
chief feature of a procession. There |
was only one street in the whole oily 2
on which the carriage could be drawn, i
That was the thoroughfare to Mejfl
cemetery. After the celebration, thftj|
carriage was taken apart and oarried^fl
down the mountain in the same way a
that it had been brought up."
Voice Cultnre in America.
"I think," said Jean De Reszke, the I
tenor, "that wewillsingin theQerman 1
cities next season. There have been
frequent opportunities and invite*'
tions, but we are always busy else->
where. Now there is a chance, and we*
rather expect to improv9 it.
"We have never sung at Baireuth.1
Mme. Cosima Wagner has desired to j
have us, but the long rehearsals would ;
.nnflint wl'fh ftlA Tinndnn RflaflOIl."
"Do you think," Jean was asked* 'j
"that there are no more exceptionally J
good voices among the aspirants for
mnsical career?"
"By no moans," exclaimed Mb a
Jean, qnickly. "There are many good I
voices, particularly in the United 3
States, where there is the greatest poe- ?
eible promise in tht direction. We ?
constantly meet with most admirable S
voices in this country, but they are in J
too great haste. The road to artistio ]
excellence is a long one, and it requires
great patience, persistent study, j
and a great teacher to make a fine
voice available."
"And the necessity of a Continental
training?" w 4
"It is not necessary," exolaimed the '
great Tristan with unexpected emphasis.
"It is not neoessary at all. I
know half a dozen teachers in fthi# :
country, and there are probably Oth- \
ers, who can develop the voice as well |
as any of the European instructors." j
"Then you do not faror this erase J
among American students to pat then* '
solves under the training of Continen- *
tal teachers?"
. "I do not. It is quite unnecessary. 4
A fine voice well taught here has quite |
as good a foundation for a career as it i
would have if developed in Europe." J
?New York Times.,
It Jtfore Apples Ninety Years. *&
A Winchester (Ohio) correspondent
of the Cincinnati Commercial Tribune ,
says: On the farm of Enooh JfcCall, I
near Wrightsville, this county, stands
an apple tree that has been bearing .
fruit for ninety years. It is a yellow j
bellflo wer, and was planted when this
whole region was almost a solid forest. .}
Five feet from the ground it measures '
nine feet six inches in oirouxnferenoe, '
and it would take a basket forty-eight
feet wide to set under the tree to catoh
every apple that falls. The tree shows
some signs of deoay now, but it is
thought the year 1900 will find it pro- :
lacing. |
According to the recent census the
population of Greece is 2,418,000.
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