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-—!» - YOL. I. KNOWEBSVILLE, K. Y., SA , OCTOBER 18 5 1884. NO. 13. FORBIDDEN. Oh, weary feet that on Life's stony ways Must tread in separate paths; while Time's dark wings Beat out the lagging hours of all the days. Marking the epochs of their wandering! Oh, lonely road! O tired, pacing feet That may not meet? Oh, longing hands that may not r must not, clasp Those other loved ones in this world's •wide night; Gh, parted hands that may not, must not grasp Those other hands ?.'ith yearnings infinite! Oh, starving lips, whose hunger is but this— They must not kiss. Oh, aching eyes that shine so far apart. Love-haunted eyes that may not, must aot tell The secret of the passion-laden heart, The whispered secret that they know so well! Oh, hopeless love, that hope of death survives In such cleft lives! Oh, souls that never while tha world rolls on Shall mingle in a speechless ecstasy! Oh, love that lives on hours long dead and gone- Bound love that strives so vainly to be free! Oh, joy of life that cometh all too late! Oh, creel fate! A PAIR OF ilr. John Spencer was an attorney with something of a fortune, and of the comfortable age of five and thirty; that age when mau is at his best physically aud nature has filled out his frame with the necessay padding of flesh without obesity—when the wrinkles are not in his neck nor gray hairs in his mustache, although at that age he is apt to be \well set\ in his ways. The past winter had been one of un- usually hard work, but not without pe- cuniary returns, so that when he was seri- ously threatened with paralysis of the throat, and upon consulting an eminent physici.m was told that rest and abso- lute silence were his only hope he felt that he had earned his vacation, but at a rather high price. He was ordered to make no vocal sound, as his wornout muscles were to be left entirely alone to recuperate for at least three months. If he had anything to say it must be done in writing, but not a word on pain of entire loss of speech. As the summer vacation was at hand he selected a home in the country as his Dlace of exile, for when one has friends one must talk. The choice was a wise one, for the farmer and Ms wife were quiet, intel- ligent people, whose children were all married and in homes of their own. The house was pleasantly situated near a. xiver, so there was plenty of fishing and \coating. To a man so long deprived of sport of this kind there was a boyish zest in renewing it, for life had not had much play in it for him, but had been made up of work. In his struggle for a place in life he had become rather cynical, espec- ially so about women, as he knew practi- cally nothing about them. His theories about them were almost heathenish, but they were only theories. He disliked the sex on what is vaguely called \general principles,\ and shunned them, onj and all. On his arrival he was given the choice of two rooms, one large, the other somewhat smaller; true to his manhood, he took the biggest. More room for boots to stand round in and to scatter pipes and such like manly belongings. He had been pleasantly established with his books, fishing-rods, cigars and all those things which seem necessary to a man who is reaching that period of bach- elorhood called confirmed. Before his coming all the arrangements for his stay had been made by letter, and on his arrival, tablets presented with the request written to be shown to his room made the good lady of the house suppose he was deaf and dumb, which was just to his mind, for he did not want \to be bored with the woman's curiosity.\ If he made an ex- planation he would have to answer in- numerable questions; if he did not it would be natural for her to come to the conclusion she had. As the days of July became hotter and the fishing began to pall the most inter- esting books had been read, he began to weary of his enforced silence, and longed for something to break the monotony. Before long he had it. One day Mr. Grey drove up to the gate from the sta- tion with a trunk in the wagon behind and a young woman on the \seat beside him. When Mr. Spencer looked out it was not with a smiling countenance, but rather a cross one, for his seclusion would be intruded on. Nevertheless, he watched the process of alighting and re- moving the heavy trunk with that in- terest bored people watch anything that ir something* new. He muttered some- thing about \scrawny faded,\ as the young women was helped down, and re- turned to his pipe. Laura Hyde had come to Mr. Grey's to recuperate after a severe winter of teach- ing vocal, music in the public schools of the same city of which Mr. Spencer was a resident and strange as it may seem, for the same thing. Her voice had become so impaired with, overwork that she was threatened with the total loss of it. Her doctor had commanded entire silence through the summer, plenty of fresh air and wholesome food as the only means of cure. The poor girl could see no way to accomplish this, but she resolved to throw herself on the generosity of the Greys, as Mrs. Grey was a relative of her mother, explaining the whole situation. They being good, charitable people, took her in for the least possible pay, for she refused to come unless she were permit- ted to pay something, however small the amount. Mr. Spencer went down to tea in a self- ish fiame of mind, wishing that that woman had not intruded on his do- main, but when he saw how tired, worn and spiritless _the obnoxious person looked he relented somewhat and went through an introduction (written on the tablets) with as much graciousness as he .could command. He noticed Miss Hyde only answered remarks by a movement of the head, and heard Mrs. Grey ex- plaining in her kindly way all about his own affliction—\Deaf and dumb, poor thing. Not a bit of trouble, but he does smoke dreadfully.\ Laura was given the little room re- jected by him and was as quiet a neigh- bor as a man could wish. A man of Sir. Spencer's habits could not be expected to take much interest in a neighbor. The only thing that struck him was that she seemed to be that rare anomaly—a woman who could hold her tcague. He gave her but little of his thought; merely bowed when passing on the stairway or in the hall. * For some time she moved about the house listlessly, with a tired, worn look that added to her twenty-four years ; but with good food, fresh air and rest she began in a few weeks to feel the in- fluence of the place,; and her expression changed to a brighter, rested one, which at least made her pleasant to look at. The only thing that puzzled Mr-. Spen- cer was, he had never heard her voice. He had heard Mrs. Grey hold long con- versations with her on many subjects of domestic economy. Once or twice he himself had been the topic of conversa- tion, but not one word in reply did he hear Miss Hyde say. She surely must have said something,, for Jlrs. Grey said, \Laura you are too hard on him. He isn't an old man, about thirty-five, and not so selfish as you may think if we only knew him. And, my dear, he can't take the same interest in things that a man who isn't deaf could. I've no doubt he would lend you any of his books if he fcziew you \wanted them.\ There was a reply to this which be did not catch, for it brought a laugh and reply from Mrs. Grey, who said: \Well it maybe as you say, when men spend all their time think- ing and working for themselves they forget that others may suffer for what they have ia abundance and think noth- ing of it.\ Not long after this conversa- tion took place Mr. Spencer started for a long day on the river, equipped with fish- ing-rods and lunch basket. In tht even- ing as he was returning home, when? yet two miles from it, row- ing leisurely, he saw Miss Hyde walking along the river bank, stopping now and then to look about her. He pulled to the shore, and presenting his tablets,.on which were written: \Will you not row home, Miss Hyde, the rest of the way? You look warm and tired.\ She answered by writing: \I will be glad of a chance to go so pleasantly. I have lost my way, I think.\ With his assistance she got in. As she sat draw- ing her hand through the water he got a look at her. Looks were all he got, for not a word was exchanged during the ride. \She thinks me deaf and dumb,\ he said to himself, \and I shall not undeceive her, but await further de- velopments.\ She pointed to the sunset, nodded her head, and smiled, to which he answered in the same way. Various objects of interest were discussed in this silent manner, so that when, he came to the moo: ing place he concluded that it was rather pleasant to have some one aB a companion. After this they were on familiar terms, so that when September came their acquaintance had progressed rapidly through the medium of the tablets. On Miss Hyde's returning to her school he could hardly persuade \himself that he should miss one of the obnoxious sex so much He considered it rather strange that she had never told him in any of their \dia- logues\ where her home was. She had not done so because he had never asked, but said to herself, \If he cared to know he would ask. I will not force my confi- dence on any one.\ When she went neither knew where the home of the other was, and they parted, as they sup- posed, never to see each other again. She returned to her school rested and.re- stored. He stayed until the last of Oc- tober, when he followed, and, as the vdiysician had said, had entirely recov- ered. Thanksgiving afternoon the matinee was \Olivette \and as he was alittle out of spirits, the natural feeling of men with- out family ties on holidays. Mr. Spencer concluded to go. After being shown to his seat he idly looked over the house, but saw no ac- quaintances. Just behind him he heard a soft, familiar voice say: \Sue itishe.\ \Who asked Sue. \Why Mr.- Spen- cer, the deaf and dumb gentleman who was so kind to me last summer. But how strange he should come to an opera when he can't hear.?' \Oh not at all,\ said the giddy Sue—\ I should think it would be no end of fun to see them all prancing about the stage, rolling their eyes, wringing their hands, and stand- ing on tiptoe to catch the high notes, and all the time heai nothing:\~and Sue went off into a giggle at the absurdity of it. \Sue said Laura, \it is heartless to laugh and talk so about one's afflictions,\» \O pshaw!\ Sue answered. \He looks well fed. His chin is getting double. He must be a very old bachelor. I' do wish he would turn around £,o I could 3 him better.\ At this point Mr. Spencer did turn, around, and gave Miss Sue a look which made her ask in a whisper; \Is he really deaf, Laura? He looked wonderfully knowing, like he might have heard me.\ \Guilty con- science,\ said Laura. \Didn't I say he never spoke a word all summer, and he is as deaf ss a sphynx. I do wonder if he will remember me. Men of his age and opinions do. love to snub us, and I would not be surprised that he did not recognize me.\ Just then the curtain went up, and, as they could afford a treat so rarely, they listened, and no more was said of Mr. Spencer. - At the close, while Mr. Spencer was struggling with his overcoat, the two girls made their exit, but what was their dismay to find it raining, and they with no protection from it and no money to hire a cab. \0 what shall we do,\ said Sue; \our clothes will be ruined!\ just then a voice behind them, said: \Miss Hyde, allow me to see you and your friend to a carriage.\ The girls looked at each other in consternation, but said never a word, and before they could realize it were seated in a carriage, with Mr. Spencer opposite. Laura looked down in her lap, Sue out the window, but, true to her character, she saw the ludicrousness of the situation, and, after vainly strug- gling to controlf herself, burst into a peal of laughter, which only added to Laura's distress so much that Mr. Spen- cer leaned across and said: \I will ex- plain, Miss Hyde, if you will give me the opportunity.\ After giving her facts of the case, he said: \.Now I hope you will forgive me for any mortification I have caused you.\ Said Laura: \I don't know how much I have to. forgive until I think it over.\ \Not much,\ said he, \for strange aa it may seem I never heard your voice until this afternoon, so you have said nothing I have heard, although I knew I was under discussion froruMrsi Grey's replies. I used to think it strange,' too, that she seemed to do all the talk- ing. \Oh that is easily explained,\ said Laura, \my voice wore out, and I was compelled to quit talking, but not writ- ing. I am glad now you did not hear me, for some of my semarks were, as I think now, unkind and uncharitable, to say the least.\ \I attributed your silence to the fact that you supposed me deaf, and, as I never happened to be with you and Mrs. Grey very much, never sus- j;ectcd that we were a pair of mutes,\ said Mr. Spencer. They have since gone into partnership, but not a silent one. NEWS AND NOTES FOR WOMEN. A .Nameless Woman's Monument. An Augusta (Ga.) letter recites the following particulars of a strange story: About thirty years ago a young woman came to Augusta and set up house- keeping for herself. She had about $75,000 and was comely. It was well known that the name she bore was fictitious, bufnobody cared to make in- quiry as to her true name or the place of her birth. The woman was joined by a man who became a noted gambler. Her fortune constituted his capital, and she gave it to him ungrudgingly. A few years ago she died and the court ap- pointed an administrator to take charge of her estate. It was fonnd that about$10,000 was left, and the administrator then proceeded to hunt up the heirs. But not a clue to the dead woman's rightful name could be found. Among her papers were several diplomas, show> ing that she had a liberal education, but in each the name had been carefully erased. There \were -also a number of letters, but they had received the same treatment. The woman desired to be dead to all her past associations. She no longer existed so far as her family and friends were concerned and she permitted no one to draw her secret from her. The administrator became convinced that she came from Philadelphia, but be- yond this he could ascertain nothing. He advertised in the Philadelphia papers, but nothing came of it. No answer was returned from the grave, and the rem- nant of the anonymous woman's fortune is about to go for a purpose that she never dreamed of—the education of children. Under the law of Georgia, no heirs having been found for the property, it escheats to the State and goes into the educational fund. Thus in a short time the board of education of Richmond county will come into possession of the property and will be able to do much good with it. She to whom it belonged lies in a nameless grave, but the property itself will go to build schooHiouses and aid in fitting generation after generation for the battle of life. There are other incidents connected with the story of this woman's life and death that show some of the remarkable vicissitudes of human experience. She evidently belonged to some wealthy family of the City of Brotherly Love. This is the first infcan.ee in this section where property escheated to the State. The Talne of Slang. \Slang has this value, that it shows how language grows. The- English tongue is so vigorous that it seizes what- ever it needs for growth just as it did in its infancy. At that period direct imitation of sounds were constantly made into words, as the young vandals of to-day use \chink\ for \money.\ Further on in the growth of the tongue, it took from ordinary speech these imita- tive words, and converted them to new uses, just as you say \ticker\ for \watch and \puff\ for \advertise- ment.\ The contraction of words, is another stage, as \mob now perfectly good English, was at first merely slang -for the Latin, mabile, iihe fickle crowd, as \cab\ was slang for \cabriolet and \furlong\ for \fufronlong the length of a furrow, and as \nob is slang foi \nobility.\- \We make words from men's names in the same way. I suppose 'boycotting' may be good English soon, 'Martinet,' now indispensable, was the name of a historic general overstrict in discipline. 'Derrick' was a famous hangman of the seventeenth century, in honor of whom roughs nicknamed the gallows-like hoisting apparatus; and these are two, only, out of scores of cases. \Many of the words that are now re- spectabilities of conversation were once gutter-children. 'Drag,' for instance, was a thieves' word for carriage, and 'dragsinen' the peculiar variety of thieves who followed the carriage to cut away the luggage from the rack behind. But •dray\ is good English now for a private coach. 'Kidnap' was thieves' slang for child-stealing; that is, to 'nab a kid.' 'Tie,' for a cravat, was as inuch the slang of low life as 'choker' is now. 'Conundrum' and 'donkey,' and 'fun' were all slang words,though perhaps not so low. 'Bore' was slang, and so were 'waddle' and 'bother.' \— St. Nicholas. The Telltale Hat. \A charming morning, Mr. Kobinson,\ said a dapper bunco steerer to a well known Chicago lawyer yesterday morn- ing, in the vestibule of the Astor House. \It is no use, my fine fellow,\ replied the Chicagoan> \I can't be had.\ The steerer apologized and turned to go. \Stop said the lawyer^ smilingly. \I am of an inquisitive turn of mind. Do you see this $10 note? It is yours if you will tell me honestly why you picked me out as a stranger in the city.\ The bunco man took the bill and whispered. \It was your hat. You laugn, but it is a fact. There is no bet- ter indicator of where a man is from than his hat. Come to the steps here and watch the people' as,they pass. See that well-dressed man with the silk hat with a very narrow brim. Well, where he comes from that hat is the fashion. It's an old style here, but a new one where he lives. That man is an American, but he has been living in the West Indies. That stout man there with the extreme broad brim is from Detroit or Canada. , We can always tell a Philadelphia]! from the provincial cut of his clothes and a Boston man by his accent. But a man's i hat is the surest telltale of the lot. So ' long.\— New York Herald. Velvet, satin and lace costames are all the rage. Face powder in imitation f>f tan is the latest thing out. The mantle Victoria is one of the most graceful of the season. Gold and silver braid find their way on many tailor-made costumes. Fancy feathers will be more worn than ostrich tips on the first fall hats. Turkey red, trimmed with Irish eta- broidery is fashionable for children. A new style in black brocades shows large leaf patterns on. a basket ground. The assistant\ secretary of the state de- partment is a woman, Miss Alva A. Adee. A woman has been appointed' public vaccinator for the district of Morgan. South Australia. Black lace dresses are extremely fash- ionable, and are extremely useful on num- erous occasions. _ t \ •-* Pretty reception-dresses have the vests and the front of the skirts trimmed with *a succession of lace ruffles. Belts of Russia leather, alligator skin and canvas are now worn as broad as the wearer's figure will allow. The latest fashion in neck trimming is a double Fedora puff of white rauslin, with small blocks or colored dots. Plain white satia remains the favorite material for bridal dresses, with the fronts enriched with pearl embroid- ery. Stylish costumes are made of a changeable silk combined with change- silk muslin and gauze of the glace sort. Very odd and pretty cockades for early autumn hats are made of the feathers of the owl, slightly sprinkled with gold dust. A pretty'pattern, more especially suit- able for young girls, consists of ripe cher- ries ia couples, over a roughlsh woolen ground. Frequently dark silks, foulards and satteens are trimmed with deep Oriental lace. The fashion is anything but a taste- ful one. \ Dark green and mignonette green are, with navy blue and a very deep claret, fashionable colors for the foundation of bonnets. Black canvas grenadine is often seen over golden-brown silk and over red silk; ecru embroidered net over many brocades. Small velvet lobsters in reds, greens and other varieties of color are fastened oh the left side of low bodices with dia- mond pius. Tom Thumb's widow was in Bridge- port, Ct., recently, and expressed a de- sire to be buried by the side of Tom's grave when she dies. There are twenty American girls studying at the University of Z\u-iclu They are admitted upon equal terms with the male students. Slightly ribbed cloth is more largely imported than the smooth \habit cloth, and the rough bouEette bison cloths will be worn again this winter, A very stylish costume is of green flannel, with alligator leather trimmings. This leather forms the cuffs, collar and belt, also fancy pocket laps for the skirt. Mrs. J. Lawrence, of Louisville, has given$8,000 to the National Academy of Science, the income of which is to be used for the encouragement of scientific investigation. Dark blue and red ^calicoes, with large anchors, bars of music, cards and dom- inoes printed in white, black and colors, are the fanciful wear at seaside and watering places this fall. French cashmeres come in all the new shades, with tiny silk figures that look very much like embroidery. One pretty piece is in Gordon blue with embroidered spots of red with a gold rim. The latest fancy of Parisian ladies is to paint not their faces, their eyes, or their eyebrows—that is a matter of his- tory—but their fingernails.' And this not with henna, as do the Oriental oda- lisques, but with landscapes and por- traits by talented artists. The cause of woman is looking up even in India. There is now in that country a lady editor to one of the most popular vernacular journals, and there has been established at Calcutta a Zenana library, for the purpose of meeting the demand for healthy reading for the educated young women of India. Mrs. Polk, who is living in Tennessee; Mrs. Tyler, who is at Richmond, Va., and Mrs. Garfield, who lives at Mentor, Ohio, three Presidents' widows, are among the United States pensioners. Each receives $5,000 a year, according to act of Congress. President Tyler's daugh- ter also gets a pension of$50 a month, given because of his service in the Mexi- can war. LETTERS THAT GO WRONG.) WORKINGS OP THE DEAD LETTER OFFICE AT WASHINGTON. SELECT 8IFSINGS. The Congressional Library. A cool, pleasant resort is the congress- ional library, which is open every day in the week, says a Washington letter. The single room of the past generation, where the books were surrounded with wooden shelving, has grown into three spacious halls, four stories high, lined throughout with alcoves of solid iron and crammed from and to end with books behind books in double rows, while 60,000 volumes (or a library three times as large as that saved from the flames thirty years ago) are stacked in daily incieasing piles upon the floors. Librarian Spofford and his assistant officers are crowded and em- barrassed in the daily discharge of their duties by the encroaching army of liter- ature wMch will soon usurp every foot of rooui within its present meagre -limits in the capitol. In addition to the copy- right books, Mr. Spofford has taken the ground that it is the business or the library of the United Utates to possess all the literature that the country has pro- duced. Thus this _ institution is found constantly -competing at almost every public auction for copies of books, pam^ phlets and journals which are continually poured out of the countless private col- lections of the country into the marts of public competition. Not only so, but still larger importations are made from the book-shops of England and the Con- tinent, many of which are rich in what are known as Americana. — Two parties W]ij> do tfothing bat Decipher Bad Addrcssrs. The officials of the dead^letter office in the postoffice department, says a Wash- ington letter of the New York Evening Post, are preparing for the biennial sale of unclaimed merchandise, which will take place in December of this year. These postoffice sales are interesting, and attract crowds of eager buyers desirous of bargains or curiosities. The catalogue of the sale makes a book of about a hun- dred closely printed piges, and 13 a monument of the careless habits which characterize the ordinary patron of the mail pouch. The average number of letters which fail to reach their destina- tion because of defect in the address is about 4,000,000 annually. The use of the \special request\ envelope and the extension of the free-delivery service, have reduced the number to a consider- able extent, and the annual increase in dead letters now is not to be compared with the increased number mailed. Of the number received at the dead-letter office, a large proportion con- tain, money, drafts, bonds, checks, and other evidences of value, and it is a remarkable fact that of the 10,000 or so forwarded here for want of any suoersCription, two-thirds at least are from business men. This is accounted for in the fact that tlie person who sends money by mail generally tak s extra care to see that it is \properly addressed when he does send it, while the business man, using the mails as a daily means for the sending of money, becomes careless. Erom fifty to sixty per cent, of all let^ ters forwarded to the dead-letters office find their way to the person for whom they are intended, or are sent back to the sender. The others, if of no value, are destroyed. That so many letters, which to the ordinary observer would seem totally unintelligible, find their way to the addresses is due to the care which is taken to exhaust every means before giving up the chase. There are received an average of about 1,000 letters daily, which have been forwarded from postmasters who are unable to read the writing on the envelope, or because some part of the address was missing. Sometimes a writer will for^ get to put the name of the town on the letter he sends; again he fails to designate the State. Then the system of phonetic spelling adopted by letter writers is extraordinary. Vir- ginia was spelled by one anxious swain \Furgeniar while an English writer having a friend in Oswego, Oswego county, N. Y., addressed the letter \Horse Wigger Springs, Horse Wigger County.\ Two ladies employed in this department are adepts at the art of deci- phering cryptograph}'. Mrs. P. L. Col- lins sorts all the \illegible\ or \incom- plete aflclress\ letters~tuat Originate in American postoffices, and Miss Richter handles the foreign mail of similar char- character. These two ladies have been in the dead-letter office for years, and have grown so expert that thousands of letters which would otherwise be de- stroyed are saved to their owners by the quick.eyes and clear brains of these two ladies. Occasionally of coiirsj a letter reaches the dead-letter office owing to the incapacity or the stupidity of the postmaster. These are readily forwarded to the proper address, and the careless official is reprimanded. Dr. Gregory, of the civil service commission, who is con- stantly upon the lookout for informaticn that would be useful to him -ia his duties, recently visited the office, and was shown its workings. One of these errors on the part of a country postmaster was pointed out to him. \That man,\ said Dr. Gregory; \should have been compelled to pass a civil service examination and he would not have made such a mistake.\ \That postmaster,\ replied the official conduct- ing the commissioner, \has art average salary of $3 per quarter, and would probably make some very forceful, if in- elegant, remarks if notified that he would be removed if not more careful.\ Dr. Gregory thought it would be difficult to find a successor among the applications on file with the commission. Whenever a letter is forwarded to an address \o- a venture,\ that is to say, when the netic plan of discovering the intent ui the writer is adopted, and something has to be left (o the judgment of the assorter, the following notice is attached to the letter: PosmtASTER: Upon the delivery of this let- ter please obtain the envelope and return it tothe Dead Letter Office. If the letter cannot be delivered you will at the expiration of seven days stamp the letter with your post- marking stamp, and return it and this circu- lar to the Dead Letter Office, with yonr next return of unmailable letters, duly num- bered and entered on the list, Form l?o. 1523. A. D. HAZBN. Third Ass't P. M. Gen. These envelopes are saved for refer- ence, and albums containing several thousand of them .are among the at- tractions for visitors in the department. Letters having contents of any char- acter whatever are carefully recorded, and can be referred to at any time. Money found in these letters, which cannot be delivered to the proper per- sons, is turned into the treasury, where it can be obtained by the owner with- in four years, after which time it is covered into the treasury, and can only be secured by act of Congress. Forty-Six Bays of Starvation. The ability of a human being to exist for a long period without natural food has been again demonstrated in a recent instance, which has been investigated with much interest by the Austrian doc- tors. A peasant woman lost her way in a Bohemian forest, and was unable to re- turn to her home. She wandered many miles, and at length sank down c.v hausted, and was unconscious'and unable to respond when her neighbors went through the forest looking and calling for her. Parties of villagers continued the search for her in vain, and at the end of a month all hope of finding her alive was abandoned. On the forty-sixth day after she had been lost she was discov- ered by accident. The poor woman was still alive, but was in a pitiable condition. She had subsisted entirely by sucking dew from the leaves and by eating grass. When found she was surrounded by a number of half famished foxes; evidently awaiting her death. A Louisville (Kv.)' firm has made a$2,000 watch for an Indian quack doc- tor. An eagle shot in Lapland had attached to it a tin box containing a scrap of parchment on which was .written: \Caught and set free in Falsted, Den- mark, 1783.\ One peculiar feature of life on the Bos- phorus, near Constantinople, is the great shoals of fish which darken the surface of the water, and run their noses into the sand of the beach. It is a great sight to see the pilgrims from all parts of the worfd bathing in the River Jordan. Apart from the religious aspect the waters of the Jordan are un- rivaled as a tonic. The river runs like a millrace. It runs 136 miles in a bee-line and descends 3,000 feet. Croton oil is imported from the East Indie's, where it is made from the seed of a tree called the Croton Tiglium. It is the most powerful purgative in use. One drop will operate severely in about forty minutes. It has a hot, burning taste. Jt should be used with Caution. They still bottle tears in Persia. As the mourners at a funeral sit around weeping, wads of cotton are passed, with which the cheeks are mopped, the ti-ars are then squeezed into a bottle and used as a charm and! to revive dying person?. The practice was once universal,as every old tomb has a tear bottle. The original Mexicans, it -is said, lived in a country north of California until about the year A. D. 1160, when they began their migration southward toward the country of Anahuac. After a tem- porary residence at several intermediate places, they arrived oft the borders of Lake Tezacuco, and founded a city. They first erected a temple for their god, Hu- itzlopcchti, around which they built huts of reeds and rushes. King Charles I., of England, had a fa- vorite dwarf named Richard Gibson, who was hardly more than a yard high, and the king's wife, Qtieea Henrietta, had a lady-dwarf who was exactly the same height, and these two little people were married to each other. The king and queen were at the wedding; the queen gave the bride a little diamond ring as a bridal-gift, and the court poet wrote a poem about the marriage. The faces of Europeans, as a rule, are broader than those of Americans. The common distance in this country between the centers of the eyes is three and three- eighths inches, T>ut among foreigners it is three inches and a half. Sometimes this is increased from One to three-eighths of an inch more. If spectacles are worn with the frames too narrow, the focus of one eye conflicts with that of the other, aud an effect is produced very similar to that of being cross-eyed. Optical Illusions. Frank Belle w says in Si. Nicholas: Many of you know about optical illusions, and the curious mistakes which the eye some- times makes concerning an object at which \it is looking; but few of us know how frequently we ourselves are the vic- tim of optical delusion of one sort or an- other. The fact is, we see nearly as much with our experience as we see with our eyes. AVe know an object to be of a cer- tain form in one position, and of a cer- tain color in one light; and we are too apt to fancy that we see it of that form and color in all positions and liarhts, re- gardless of the fact that, seen from an- other standpoint, the contour of it may appear entirely different, and that a dif- ferent light may totally change the color of it. We all know that the actual color of clean boots is black, and a beginner in painting almost always paints them per- fectly black, whereas the direct rays of the suu O\ of an artificial light may make them appear nearly white in parts; while if they be placed near some bright sub- stance, such as a piece of orange peel, or a crimson scarf, they will reflect the color of that object, and so become orange or red in parts, and_ an expert painter would so represent them. We hear peo- ple speak of ''the white of the eye,\ and beginners with the brush often give a very ghastly expression to their attempts at portrasture by painting the white of the eye pure white; whereas, owing to the projection of the brows, the lids, and the lashes, it is often thrown into deep shade, and may be even darker than some of the flesh tints. 2Tow, if their eyes were trained like those of a skilled artist, they would know the true color of all ocjects they beheld. But this is the very hardest thing an artist has to learn, namely, to know really what he does see. In coloring, almost everything depend upon the nature of the light. A white handkerchief is black in a dark room. An excellent aid to the study of color is to take a white card, and with your paints try to match on it some tint in any oil painting, chromo, or even colored fabric which you may have. Then cut a small hole in the card adjoining your tint, and place the card over the tint you have copied, so that you can see it through the hole, side by side with your own attempt. Then you\ will see at once how nearly you have matched the tint. Proof of Death. If most people are afraid of anything, it is of being buried alive. That cases do happen where it is very difficult even for the experienced physician to determine whether a person is really or but appar- ently dead, without his having recourse to means which, while they would at once settle the dispute, would place life, if it leally still existed, in jeopardy, may be judged from the fact that the French academy, soine ten or fifteen years ago, of- fered a prize of 40,000 francs ($8,000) for the discovery of some means by which eveu the inexperienced may at once de- termine whether in a given case death had ensued or not. A physician ob- tained the prize. He had discovered the following\ well-known phenomenon: If the hand of the suspected person is held toward the candle or other artificial light, with, the fingers stretched, and one touching the other, and one looks through the spaces between \the fingers toward the light, there appears a scarlet red color where the fingers touch each other, due to the still circulating fluid blood, as it shows itself through the transparent, not yet congested tissues; but when life is extinct, this phenomenon at once ceases. The most extensive and thorough trials established the truth of this observation, and the prize was awarded to its discov- erer,— Eealtli and Home. ANOTHKR BEU. , Poets of old in verses untold Have sung oft their praises of bell% As theiv tones clear and bright Iu the dead of the night Have trembled in musical swells. The bell in the tower that notes every hour— Tiie bsll calls loudly to church— Or the inarries&of all, the sleigh-bells' glad call- But there's one they've left out In the 1 lurch. The music so sweet that youth loves to greet— The nisirriage bells toning in glea— Or the sweet evening belle, Whose soft welcome swells As the twilight dims meadow and tree; The fierce, angry bells -whose piercing clang tells Of the Fire King's power untold, Or the deep solemn note from the funeral bell's throat— But there's one they've left out in the cold. Its musical chimes in no bards or rhymes Have been made to the memory dear; Nor e'er did muse tell Of this wonderful bell Whose paeans are heard far and near; Like a lark in the morn its clear tones are borne From the first to the fourth or fifth floor, And its musical tune is again heard at noon— 'Tis the old dinner bell, notning; more. —Henry M. Tichenor. HUMOR OP THE BAY, A waist of time—An old maid's. The heaviest suspension yet—Brooklyn bridge. The shoes used on hens cannot be worn by children. It's easy to be contented with your lot if it's only a corner lot or even a lot of money. A Kingston girl jumped twelve feet in her sleep,recently. Sae probably dreamed that some one was proposing to her.— Burlington Free 'Press. What is a dude? asks an exchange. Whenever you see a fifty cent head with, a five dollar hat on, grab it! You have a dude.— Las Vegas Optic, A man's love for his daughter should not be measured by the foot with which, he lifts an unwelcome suitor out of the house.— Fall River Advance. If men knew as much at forty years 6* age as they thought they knew at twenty, there would be more statesmen\ in the country.— Texas Sittings. The cold wave from the North comes down, It's bracing and it's nice, But goodness sakes alive! It makes A girl's nose cold as ice. — Merchant-Traveler. A Northern Texas editor complains that the number of marriages is ridicu- lously small when compared with the time squandered in buggy-riding.— Texas Siftings, Judging from the character of the meekness displayed by some people, we suggest an amendment to read: ' 'Blessed are the meek, for they shall want the earth.\— Wilmington Star. \Did they feed you well at your board- ing school, Johnny?\ asked his fond mother. ' 'Naw, they didn't,\ responded the youth. \What kind of meals did they give- you, dear?\ \Oat meals.\— Graphic. \You don't meau to say you wear all these different sizes of hats!\ exclaimed Blobson, looking over the head-gear on Popinjay's hat rack. \To be sure I do,\ was the\ reply. \Those larger sizes come in handy after club nights.\— Bur- lington Free Press. SWEBTLT Oh, she's always bright and gay, And her songs throughout the day Sweetly peal; While if \hubby\ comes home sick, Him by tender nursing quick She doth heal. \S\es, she never gets cast down, Or was taiown a sullen frown To reveal; Nothing her good humor shocks, And her husband's ragged socks She doth heel. — Carl Pretzel's WeeJdy, An Old Showman. Yankee Robinson, the veteran show- man who died recently in Iowa, is said to have been the originator of street parades. He was a genius in the adver- tising line, and silver half dollars with \Good for one admission to Yankee Robinson's show\ stamped on them are almost every day taken in even now at circus ticket wagons in the West. Another of his devices was to have a poster containing the music of a favorite song of his, each, note two or three feet long, posted on the fences, so that the people were soon humming the music... As late as 1868 he had the largest and best circus and menagerie in the country, and was worth$100,000. according to Mr. Hutchinson, of Bamum's firm, who traveled with him for several years. His real name was Fayette Ludowic Robin- son, and he was a native of Avon, Liv- ingston county, N. Y. His father and grandfather fought in the revolutionary army. He embarked in. the show busi- ness in 1845, and was engaged in the- atrical enterprises a3 late as 1882. He . took out his first circus in 1856; At tlie time of the John Brown raid he was in the South, and it was learned that Jic had once managed an \Uncle Tom's Cabin \ company, He was warned out of town, Columbia, S. C, and fled on foot, leaving a show worth some \$40,000. He derived his soubriquet from a Yankee character in a play called \Days of '76,\ which he played more than 4,000 times. His son Silas, who used when scarcely more than an infant to travel with his father's wagon show and sing ' 'Old Uncle Ned,\ is now editor and publisher of the Warsaw (111-) Democrat. An American Deer Park. There are now four hundred and fifty ' deer in General Harding's park, six miles from Nashville, Term. Notwith- standing the Harding family's love for venison and the large number of friends frequently supplied with the delicacy, the herd increases rapidly. At the close of the war it numbered but sixty head. The park has four hundred and twenty- five acres, and has many foxes Tdthin its bounds. General Harding, now ninety yerrs old, possesses a grand larm of 4,700 acres.. England imports annually about a • hundred million dollars worth of butter and cheese. V --,-.•.'\- ^ fc -^.\*-- **•'•'' • • -* - : . ' v - .a* ^J-T ,- ^ \ ^•-\'j i *