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'T W O nO M .A K H A YEAR* DEV OTED TO T H E IN T E R E S T * O P T H E TO W N O F BA * T * H AM P T O N. NINO I.K C O P IE S 6 C E N T S . V o l u m e I . K A 9 T . H A M P T O N , IV . Y M S A T U R D A Y , F E B R U A R Y S 7 , 1 8 8 0 . ___ ____________ _ ________________________________ 2----------------------- -- ------------------------------------------------ IV u m b o r 1 0 . SOME DAT. bt maby f . scHxnriiEB. Rome day iny clieok shall lose its bloom, T h e floweru lor mo thoir rich porfumo, And ’mid the shndcB and Rathcring gloom My feot Bhall Btray; Down, down the dim descent of years, Through wearing cotph and burning tears, With heart hnlf fainting from its fears, 1 11 wend my way. Some day my eyes shall dimmer grow, My hair turn white as winter snow, My voice grow timid, faint, and low, My mind decay ; But still my lonely path 1 11 tread. And mourn, perhaps, my cheriRhod doad, The hopes and joys forever fled So far away. But o h ! some day when life slopes down To the night shadows dim and brown, I hope to see a starry crown Waiting for me. Then robed in oalm content 1 11 lie, With folded handB and tearless eye, And yield my breath without a sigh, Glad to bo free.___________ T he M orocco P urse . BY C. LEON MEREDITH. Twice ft year, from beyond the Missis' «ippi, I visit tho metropolis of the West for the purchase of goods. Knowing Chicago to bo a great, wicked city, I have always been on my guard for ■harpers, especially when carrying much money, but my watchfulness failed at one time to save me from a very unpleasant ad venture, tho experience, however, termin ating most favorably. The event took place two years ago, Late one afternoon, while on my return from the wholesale house of Marshall Field & Co. to my hotel, I was detained for a minute at the eorner of Clark and Madi son streets by a clog of cars and vehicles. As I stood watching for an opportunity to cross over, I noticed a tall, gaunt man gazing upon me intently. A fenrful scowl was upon liis face, and the bony fingers wore clenched firmly into tho palms of his white hands. I was wondering what it could mean, when suddenly a change came. The strange-looking man camo quietly to my side, the hard look left his features, and a soft smile took its place. A well-filled morocco purse was suddenly slipped into my hand and the man said hurriedly: “That’s yours, Thompson. I forgive you; keep it.” , Before I had time to open my lips in pro test, before I could tell him that my name w as not Thompson, the fellow had darted away, mingled with the crowd, and was lost to view. I was perplexed. My first thought was that a followed pick- pockt t had forced the purse into my hand to shield himself, and that I would soon be arrested as a confederate. I Glancing about me I disconiered no one watching. . All seemed to ha je individual affairs to attend to, and not I a policeman u’nn in Right. * i exposed m any direction brought satisfactory, solution to the problem. That the purse had been stolen there was no doubt. And w by it had been given to me, or why tho thief should w ish to forgivo Thompson and give the article to him, of course I could not determine. After half an hour’s deliberation, a reso lution was formed to find tho owner of the pocket-book. I would giveitiuto the care of the hotel-keeper and advertise. As I reach 'd the staircase at the end of the long hall, a new idea cume to me, and I hastened back to my room. I decided to oxamino the contents of tho purse before letting it go out of my pos session, make a memorandum of what it contained, then I could tell if accurately described by any applicant, or if tampered with while out of my hands. The purse contained only a few dollars in money, but, mercy! what a multitude of other articles! There were bits of. sample silks, a glove- hook, recipes for frosted cake, a little plain ring, a few small pearls, bits of ribbon, and soveral calling-curds. Tho purse certainly belonged to awoman. Tho cards were all alike, and boro in fine script tho name of Li na Suthern. The plan of finding the owner was changed again. I would write to Lena Suthern, general delivery, Chicago, and await tho result. A letter was accordingly placed in the postoffioo that evening. It was brief, a simple statement that I was in possession of a purse which contained cards bearing her name. Tho day following when I camo in for dinner the hotel clerk told me that a lady had boon waiting for some time to see me in tho parlor. Entering the room but one person was to be seen. A lady sat upon a sofa near the window— a young lady of remarkable beauty. As tho light of midday streamed through the hulf-curtuined casement, it fell upon my ideal of a supremely lovely face. So sweet and so bright was it that I stood and gazed upon her rudely before speaking. Sho evidently noticed my staring and hesitancy, for sho.turned away for a mo ment and then arose. “Are you the gentleman who wrote this line to me?” she asked, extending tho letter of tho evening before. I bowed my answer. “I will describe the purge,” she said, quietly, aud proceeded to do so very mi nutely. I handed her the fat little morocco purse, and ononing it with nimble fingers she said, sweetly: “I shall be very glad to reward you, kind sir, and ---- ” “Nothing of the kind,” I returned. “I have sufficient mouns for all of my wants, and it gives me great pleasure to place in your hands the article thut came into my possession in a very strange manner.\ She started a little, then composed her self, and without a question moved toward the door! “You will accept ray tliankfr?\ she said, so softly mid musically that I could hardly frame words for reply. During the very brief minutes that she hud been before mo I had feasted upon her supreme loveliness, uud I did not wish the spell broken so suddenly. “Will you tell me one thing before you S o?” I asked, holding up my hand us if to etain her. “Will you let me know in what manner *ao little purse left your possession? It was forced into my hand by u very strauge personage, a middle-aged, wun-looking fellow, who called me Thompson, and say ing he forgave me, dashed away. I thonght him a pickpocket; were my suspicions cor rect?” “No! no!” sho answered, a painful smile crossing her angelic face; “there was no crime in it, and the exercise of no roason. The Thompson is an imaginary man, and the one who would bestow tho gift not in his right mind. Good-day.” She bowed as she passed out, and turned her bewitchingly beautiful eyes full upon my face. I watched the tall, graceful figure as it swept through the hall, and then turned re flectively to my room. “You are a gone case,” I said to myself, while pacing up nnd down my apartment, “Thirty years of age and never but once before saw a face that touched tho heart.” That other faco was seen in my boyhood, and stole a boy’s heart. More than a decade of years before this event I lmd met at St. Paul a bright, cheery girl of sixteen, aud we both lost oar young hearts. For two blissful months wo walked, talked, fished, and gathered flowers together. I wove garlands of the sweetest prairie beauties and placed them as a crown upon the que*euly head of the brown-haired and blue-eyed Allie Floyd, and she told me so tenderly of her new-born love that I be lieved ray bliss was to last forever. But tho dream was soon to bo broken and a Jifo shadow follow. Suddenly I was called down the river to attend to a matter of business. Promising Allie a quick roturn, I left tho girl at the landing ns the steamer swept out into the curreut and away. My absence from St. Paul was prolonged into weeks. As I was on the wing nenrly all of tho time I did not hear from my little friend, and when I did go up the river again the Floyd family had left for their New England home. The cause of the sudden departure was the illness of Allie. After a month’s lonoliness I wrote a letter to the place which ,wus remembered as the girl’s homo. To this no reply came. Four more weeks passed, and I wrote tho postmaster of Silverhold and received the prompt intelligence that, owing to the death of their daughter and the ill-health of tho mother, Mr. and Mrs. Floyd hnd gone to Europe. This intelligence struck me liko a thnn derbolt; it crushed my spirits, and nearly broke my young heart. From that day until tho one that I met Lena Suthern. a female face had never boen seen that attracted particular interest. This womau I hnd just met brought baok the bright, sweet face of my Allie, and re vived my young, pure love.* I loved this Lena Suthern with all the earnestness of my yearning soul. During the whole afternoon nnd night that followed I thought of nothing, dream ed of nothing, but the sweet ouo who had come to mo with the bright angelic face of my boyish idol. One* thing I deeply regretted. I had nog- lected to ask the lady for her residence, street and number. Id have macte uurnu excuse tor call- — - y obtaisua the inform*- l could not be resisted. The let- td*e«Re&afl before, but no answ' came. I had simply asked for an interview, claiming that certain suspicions I entertain ed respecting the man who gave mo tho purse needed verification or refutation, and I begged that I might see her but for a brief interview. Thinking that, perhaps, for somo reason the letter had not reaeLed her, a second one was sent, but elicited no answer, and so, heavy-hearted I started westward. Absence aud business cores did not cure my yearnings, but, if possible, made my heart grow fonder. I stood it as long as I could, and then wrote Lena Suthern, making a full con fession of my love, and, that she might understand how such devotion could come at first meeting, the story of my ideal, Allie Floyd, was given her without reserve. My pleadings for an interview wore so earnest and pitiful thut I believed an answer would come. A week passed, and my heart was thrilled. A lotter came with a Chicago postmark, a letter as bulky as tho one I hud sent, aud it was addressed in a lady’s hand of superior touch aud finish. I could not trust myself to open it upon the street, or even at the store, nnd so hastened to my room nnd broke the seal with trembling hand, and doubtless a livid face. I neyer shall forget that moment. Hud n dagger entered my breast I could not have been more painfully stricken. From tho white aud delicately perfumed euvelope I drew forth tho long epistle I hud written to Lena Suthern—nothing more. My chagrin and mortification were be yond words for expression. Tho margins of the different sheets were examined for a Bingle word, but it had not been written there. There were marks upon some of the pages that lookod us if tourdrops had fallen. Had I known that they were such < could have blessed her for returning it even thus. The summer passed away, and the season came again for visiting Chicago. Baok into my old empty-heartod condi tion I had settled, feeling myself a victim of circumstances. There was a desperate struggle going on in my whole nature to live and forget the faco and form that had rekindled the light of my soul. Tho bright, liquid eyes of my dead Allie seemed to shine out to me through those of Lena Suthern. It was really tho first love awakened, for had I not known tho first I should not have loved the last. Fully determined was I to muster my heart. No further effort would he made to meet Miss Suthern, and yet my stay in Chi cago was prolonged beyond the usuul period of u visit. I invented delays, and was slow in mak ing purchases. Not a fernule face pussed me unobserved. Really I was hoping, praying to meet by accident the lady, even if I could but once more get a glance nt tho inspiring faco. The meeting cume, but at a moment least expected. Late one evening, upon turning a ‘comer abrubtly, I found myself face to face with, the womun I worshiped. Our tomiug together was so sudden that both were startled, for the ludy recognized me as quiokly as I did her. A brief hesitation, and she attempted to pass. My hand was lifted. “I must Hpeuk to you, just one word,” I faltered. “You must not. I cunuot be detained,” Bhe said in a soft, musical voice. “What you would sav I cannot listen to.” “Cannot you hear me fora single mo ment? You have refused to reply to written words of love, and certainly you can an swer one little nuestion, then I will detain you no longer. Is there no hope, not one ray?” “Do not speak to me thus. Yon must not! am a married woman.” I started as if a sword point had pierced mo. Tho thonght that Lon a Suthern belonged to any one else had never entered my self ish, worshiping head. As the lady had spoken she turned and now, for tho first time, I saw a man partly hidden by the pillar of the corner building. It was the same tall, gaunt form with the white face and staring eyes that had rushed up to mo six months before and forced the purse into my bund. “That man, Mrs. Suthern?” I asked in a hoarse whisper. “My husband,” she answered kindly, and taking the monomaniac gently by tho arm she led him away. It would be usoleBS to attempt to de scribe my feelings ns I stood watching the two figures ns they pnssed on through the glimmer of the nearest gaslight. I felt something of a relief at knowing tho truth. Lena Suthorn had remained silent nnd resisted my love pleadings as a true woman should, anil my stupidity in not thinking such a thing as her being married possible, became more and more apparent 08 I reflected. She had acted wisely; I blindly driven on by tho hunger of my heart for my angel Allie. It was all over now, nnd I returned home a more retiring, stupid, nnd stolid “old bachelor,” as they called mo, than I had ever been before. I was more contented and happy, be cause the motive of silouco was understood. Sho had not remained passive through any disregard for my feelings, but because it was her duty to do so. Whether her heart had been touched by my simple, onniost appeal, I knew not, but as matters had turned, it was to be hoped not. “Never again will I seek her, never again write,” was my rosolvo and my fixed purpose. The winter passed, and one day a Chi cago daily camo to me from an unknown source. In looking it over, a marked item was found, which road as follows: “LmowNKix— A nvddlo-agodman, supposod to bo insane, leaped from the Clark stroct- bridge last ovomng and lost his life by the not Tho body has boon identified as that of Edward Suthorn.” Tho paper was thrown to the floor, and paced up and down the room, making all sorts of resolves, none of which were kept. “I would go to Chicago at once,” a thing that was not done. “I would write imme diately,” a thing I did not do. If it was the husband of Lena Snthem who had died—aud who else but thj^ lady could have sent tho marked paper—perhaps she would write me. * - I could not 7 _ . .... ...... WflWll# « . fliti JMlp« Ogftio I L ........ it was on oid one, bearifig dnte of si! mohms Then I felt certain it had come from tho widow. Only a few weeks passed before my season of .alternate hope and fear came to a close. A letter came, bearing the same delicate address as tho returned one of my own, and it read: “Lena Suthorn will boo you now. Call at No. ------Wabash avenue. A F riend .” The next morning found mo in Chicago, and after the very slow hours of the fore noon wore away, I was ushered into a hand some parlor at the number on Wabash ave nue designated in the note. Lena was there, her beautiful face raidant with smiles, nnd she extended her hand to me as to an old friend. “I ean not express my gratitude to you for the privilege you have granted, a privi lege that is tho greatest on earth to me,” I said, feelingly. “You have au ideal, as it is tho right of any person to have,\ she returned, thought fully. '‘My lifo has been wrapped up in one ideal.'’ “You told me in your letter of your early love, aud that thnt love had been constant —indeed, a part of your very life—and it was because you had never forgotten Allie Floyd, nnd because Allie Floyd has never forgotten you, that I wrote you to come to me.” “My Allie Floyd!” I echoed. “Changed in name only.” I gazed upon the love-lighted faco, nnd sprang to my feot. With a heart overflow ing with rapture, I caught tho soft hand ex tended to me and pressed it to my lips again nnd again; then I sought tho crimson cheek, but she playfully warded mo off, uud led me to a seat. Beating herself beside me, Lena told me the story of her life, which I give briefly: Soon after reaching her New England home, her sister—one who had not accom panied tho family in theirWestern trip—died, aud, her mother being in pi or health, they went to Europe, where they remained sev eral years. Many letters had been written by the girl to her lover, but no replies came back to her. In later years she left her futher’s house as he did not fancy the “bor der boy,” as he called him. Her given name being Lena Albertine, the second one by preference was dubbed to Allie, but later the first name was used. At tho ago of twenty-five, her parents be ing dead, Lena, empty-hearted, married a musical professor who was well-to-do and devoted to her. Tw o years after the union insanity had been brought on by a fall which fractured the skull, and from that time until the futal leap from the bridge ho hud been her con- stunt care. “My emotion at our first meeting cannot be described,’’ she continued. “Your search ing, earnest glances told that my fuce had impressed you again.” “Then you knew me when we met at the hotel?\ “ Your letter gave the name.” “And why did you not let mo know then that you were Allie Floyd?” “I knew my own heart too well; and be sides thut, I knew your own impulsive uu- ture. I dared not do it.” “Bless you!\ “The long letter of affection you sent, tdeuding for recognition and telling of your love for the lost Allie touched my heart to its depths, and I wept over it as it was read time uud again, aud the hardest task of my life was to return it without oue hopeful, consoling word; but the cloud has passed, uud I can confess my feelings now.\ A year bus pussed since the sunlight cume back into my soul, and, now my little Alllo Floyd is coming to me forever.— Chicago Ledger. * _______________ THE ALADDIN CLAIM. The Chicken Business. It does beat tho Dutch how closely great men are watched. By some means the world has possessed itself of the knowledge that I own an in cubator, aud the result is thnt I am now having excellent opportunities for compil ing a catalogue of persons desirous of be coming rich in the poultry business. Scarcely a day passes that I do not re ceive a letter from somebody wanting a slice of my golden experience in the line of speculative knowledge, that begins with an old hen and generally ends in the poor- house, if persisted in; and to save hard w^rk and postage I have concluded to pad this column with a little information thnt if judiciously applied will stave off old ago aud keep wrinkles in the next county. Thore is money in chicken-raising if you know how to go about it, but like everything else, a certain nmount of “know how*’ is neoessary to induce eminent suc cess to come your way. Tho man who can’t tell a chicken from- a gosling had bet- | tor remain behind the counter, or stay in a bank until he learns something. My advice to the novice iu poultry rais ing would oe, to follow it simply for pleas ure until you acquire a knowledge that will tell you to go ahead. Anybody can hatch chickens with an incu bator, but it takes a large amount of science and eternal vigilance to raise them. Pat rick Henry never said anything more true than his memorable allusion to the price of a spring chicken and the coRt of liberty be ing one and inseparable. Patriok no doubt kept a few hens himself. But to tho man who goes into the chicken business simply to find steady employ ment and lots of pleasure, I Bay, “Go it — you’ll get thore in both respects.” When the motive is not merconary the pursuit is an unbounded sea of bliss, with islands of pure delight scattered through it in great luxuriance. I don’t think I ever did anything outside of religious duty that gave me greater joy; though it must be admitted that I made a close carrorn toward bankruptcy while doing it; and joy, although a nice thing to have around when you want to write poetry, is not equal to salt pork for keeping a man up when he has hard work to do. If you want to be happy and get your pny as you go along, raise chickens—unless your B ill Nje*s P a th e tic History of a Journalistic Investm ent. Receiving another notice of assess ment of my stock in the Aladdin mine, tho other day, reminded me that I was still interested in a bottomless hole that was supposed at one time to yield funds instead of absorbing them. The Al&ddiu claim was located in the spring of ’7G by a syndicate of journalists, none of whom had over been openly ac cused of wealth. If we had been, we could have proved an alibi. We secured a gang of miners to sink on the discovery, consisting of a China man named How Long. How Long spoke the Chinese language with great fluenoy. Being perfectly familiar with that language, and a little mudy in tho trans-Missouri English, he would converse with us in his own language, sometimes by the hour, courteously overlooking the fact that we did not reply to him in the same tongue. He would converse in this way till he ran down,, generally, and then he would refrain for a while. Finally, How Long signified that he would like to draw his salary. Of course lie was ignorant of our ways, aud as innocent of any knowledge of the intricate details peculiar to a min ing syndicate as the child unborn. So be had gone to the President of our syndicate, and had been referred to tiie superintendent, and be bad sent How Long to the auditor, and the au ditor had told him to go to the gang boss and get bis time, and then proceed in tho proper manner, after whi h, if his claim turned out to be all right, we would call a meeting of tho syndicate, and take early action in relation to it. By this the reader will readily see that, 1 although we were not wealthy, we know bow to do business just tlie same as 1 though we had been a wealthy cor poration. i How Loug attended one of our meet ings, and at the close of the session i made a few remarks. As near as I am ] able to recall his language, it was very ■ much as follows: I “China boy no sabbeo you dam slyndi- noighbor’s division fence is bad—'but ifyon 1 cate. You alioe same l’oolee me too want, to salt down something that can be rnuchee. How Long no cbopee big used as collateral after awhile, don’t do it. hole in the glound allee day for health. I began by toin? to wise chickens for I You Meliean boy Laddee' silver mine core Kl gam that coulil bo Jingled in tho all Bame funDy busines8. Me na likee pocket, and a more miserable man you _ v _________ ___ __ „n couldn’t havo found with a constable’s Syndicate, Slyndicate heap gone all warrant. I then gave it a whirl simply for Slime woodbine. You sabbee me. fun, and felt glorious right away. It makes all the difference in the world whether your incentive is moonshine or money. When I heard the first chick chirp in my incubator, and realized clear down to my boots that I was indeed a mother, and had tho documents right world affn bftlcUheaded man of much sad- nosfei, 1 felt as though I was worth r ffotf.v.'s, but' wbea< i 4i6;itk, later, I had to pawn my overcoat iu mid-winter to buy corn meal, I felt that I had boon blessed with altogether too much profusenosB iu a maternal way to suit tho size of my flour barrel. I long at times to sit down and meditate on things that havo made the world gnaw its beard for ages, but no man with a loaded incubator can take much time to muse, un less ho puts oottou in his ears, or gets dreadful reckless about consequences. An incubator is ono of tho most remorseless things outside of board ing school, aud for keeping a man from lonfing with the clouds it can discount both a failure of crops aud un iron-clad chattel mortgage. When you see a man with hollow eyes, haggard cheeks, unshaven face, and lifeless hair, shambling around in an aimless, homeless sort or way, looking ns though he hadn’t slept, washed, or combed himself for a month, bet every cent you can raise that ho owns an incubator, which has just begun to fire its possibilities at him with a desperation of energy that will kill him if he don’t blow the light out. That’s what it means to monkey with a hen-roost on scieutith principles, and as I love all maukind, I want everybody to know it. When Romebody tells you that the easi est way on earth to get rich with quickness is to buy an incubator and plungo into the chicken business, pull down tho corner of yoar eye nnd immediately give him a front view of your back .—Lige Brown in Chi cago Ledger. ________________ Protection for the Birds. The startling decrease in the num bers of many of our birds, brought about of late years by the unceasing persecution waged for tho sake of fashion, has aroused the Ornitholo gists’ Union to a recognition of the necessity for instant and decided effort in behalf of our birds. Tho objects of the committee are as follows: 1. The gathering of all possible in formation bearing on the subjects of the destruction and protection of North American birds. 2. The diffusion of information among tho people in respect to the extent of tho slaughter of birds for millinery and other mercenary pur poses; the wanton killing of birds in sport by men and boys; the robbing of birds’ nests; the destruction of tho eggs of rails, terns, gulls and other birds for food; and the marked recent How Long make em slyndicate pay tention. You April foofee me. You makee mo tlired. You puttee me too much on om slate. Slyndicate no good. Alice time stanemoff China boy. You allee time chin chin. Dividend allee time hoap goW* , j osfcg- -fey* Afcas- took place in our mine, we found that in order to complete our assessment work wo must gtu hi another crew, or do t’he job ourselves. Owing to scarcity of help and a feeling of antagonism on the part of the laboring classes toward our giant enterprise, a feeling of hos tility which naturally exists between labor aud capital, we had to go out to the mine ourselves. \We had heard of other men who had shoveled in their HUMOR. A sudden check—a sight draft. A oo - betwefn —ham in a sandwich. A pipe organ—th® Plumber’s Jour* nal. G ot the cold shoulder—the tram p who stole the fore-quarter of mutton. A thletes of social propensities most ly prefer the Indian Club— St. Paul Herald. W estern mieners, as & rule, prefer buying their liquor by the quartz.— GoodalVs Sun. A n exchange advises us to “treat our young children cordially.” We do— we do. Godfrey's cordially. T h e Boston ladies never term their pets \Spitz” dogs. They speak o t them as little “expectorate canines.” \ S ay , Smitlikins, do you think that dude is sober?” “He may be, but his trousers are very tight .— C alifornia Maeerick. \A B achelor ’ s B lunder ” is the title of a new story. We haven't read it* but presume the poor fool got married. —Newman Indej endent. A K nioht op the G rip married the girl who dusted hiB room and furniture, because, he said, he undei stood dusters were very useful to traveling men.— Merchant Traveler. A lady one day sent her little boy to a drug store near by after a porous plaster. When be came back he handed it to her, saying: “This is the poorest one I could get .”— Chicago Ledger. C ustomer —Hang this up. Bar tender—But I hung one up for you yesterday. You can’t be always hang- • ing ’em up, you know. C.—That’s so. Chalk this one down .—Boston Courier* T he Eastern widow’s willing offer; Happy, hearty, wholesome herdsman on tho Westi rn plain, Cheery,, chatty, charming cowboy, let me lovo again; Come and call mo to your cabin, live no moro alone; • Would you win a woman worthy, I would be your own. ''7} —Brooklyn Timet. A writer defines courtship as “a voyage of discovery.” And when th® party of the male part discovers that the party of the female part wears false teeth, a wig, and other artifices to give her a youthful appearance, th® court-ship is wrecked. And when sh® discovers that the yonng man’s bank account is hardly microscopic, the voy age ends suddenly .—Norristown Her ald. THEY CANNOT TELL A LIE. In youthful days George Washington. A canvasser was* he, Tramped all around his homo to sell An Indian histc To m ake thu people buy. His influence is felt to-day. why All canvassers are truthful m en-- They cannot tell a lie! —Boston Courier. I n leap year, in Japan, if a young woman is in want of a husband, she places an empty flower pot on the roof of t :,e front portico as a pre-nuptial emblem. If such a custom prevailed in this count: v a great many porticos own mines, and were afterward worth ; would be decorated with emply flower v n i l l i n n o r \ f / l n l l n v u o n w n t / i r » l r n n m n • hkllt. n f r t c l i irtV. n n K m l l f i n / . o n f . m _ decrease of many species resulting from this general destruction; the spreading °f information, alao, in reaped to the I said ttoVould VatUerToao hto trade tl.au utility of birds uh a natural olieuk upon to have trouble over it. the increase of insects injurious to millions of dollars, so we took some bacon and other delicacies and liied us to the Aladdin. Buck, our mining expert, went down first. Then he requested us to hoist him out again. Wo did so. I have forgotten whut his first remark was when he got out of the bucket, but that don't make any difference, for I wouldn’t care to use it here, anyway. It seems that How Long, owing to his heatheuish ignorance of oujr cus toms and tho unavoidable delay in ad justing bis claim for work, labor and services, had allowed his tetnper to get the belter of him, and be bad planted a colony of American skuuks in the shaft of tho Aladdin. Teat is the reason wo left the Alad din mine, and no one jumped it. Wo had not done the necossary work in or der to hold it, but wheu we went out there the following spring we found that no one had jumped it. Even tho rough, coarse miner, far from civilizing influences and beyond the reach of social advantages, recog nizes the fact that this little, unostenta tious animal, plodding along through life in its own modest way, yet wields a wonderful influence over the destinies of man. 8o the Aladdin mine was not disturbed that summer. We paid How Long, and in the fol lowing spring had a flattering offer for the claim if it assayed as well as we said it would, so Buck, our expert, went out to the Aladdin with un assay- er and the purchaser. Tho assay of the Aladdin showed up vory rich in deed, far above ‘anything that I had ever hoped for, and so wo made a sale. But wo never got the money, for when tho assuyov got home he casually as sayed his apparatus and found that his wholo outlit had been salted tho Aladdin ussny. I do not think our expert, Buckv would salt, an assuyer’s kit, but he was charged with it at this time, and he increase vegetation, and with reference to their interest and value from an asthetio point of view. This with the object of developing a publio sentiment in favor of the rigid protection of our native birds, a sentiment that will naturally spring up strongly and widely as soon as attention is ceded to the subject. The head uarters of the committee are at the American Museum of Natural History, Central l a k, New York City, where the officers or any of the mem bers may be addressed. I t ooat Mr. Pratt $1,083,833.33 to fouud the Enoch Pratt Free Library in Baltimore. rather suffer wrong than to do wrong, he said, and so the Aladdin came buck on our hands. It is not a vory good mine if a man wants it as a source of revenue, but it makes a very good wall. The water is cold and clear as crystal. If it stood I in Boston instead of out there iu • Northern Colorado, where you can’t get ut it more than three mouths in the year, it would be worth $150. The great fault of tho Aladdin mine is its po erty as a mine and its isolation as a well .—Bill Nye. pots; but a fashion permitting an em blem to be displayed as a sign that a womun wauled to get rid of a husband would have almost as many followers.. —Norristown Herald. — -------=; -------- ; ‘4 What fin Enterprising Drummer Did, “I had a little experience tho other night,” sail a drummer, “that took all of my nerve and gall to bear up under. Ever since I ’ve been on the road i ’ vo made it a principle to meet all engage ments. More than once have I skipped three or four towns iu which I was sur® of soiling big bills of goods in order to keep my engagement to some girl or other. When i agree to bo at a certain place at a given minute, you con bet your last dollar I’ll be there. Well, the other day I landed in St. Louis, aud suddenly discovered that in a moment of forgetfulness 1 bad promised to take two girls to the theater that night. Tho girls were not acquainted, either. I hate a liar and a sneak, and the girls* brothers were customers of mine; and so, after thinking the whole thing over, I made up my mind I’d live up to my contract. So 1 bought my Beats at two theaters, engaged my carriage, and pre pared for the campaign. 1 sent word to the first one that I’d call for her rather earlv, and to the other that I might be a little late. 1 whirled No. 1 oil, seated her, excused myself, for a minute before the rising of the curtain, slipped out, and iu two seconds the horses were on a rim for No. 2. I got her in her seat five minutes after the curtain rese. Stayed the act out, ex cused myself, Went back to the other, apologized, and everything was all right. 1 spent the evening flitting from one to the other, and got my money’s worth out of the hackoian, as prior to j i made him hump. 1 made inquiries us to the hour the plays would be over, and found 1 had twenty-live miuutcs leeway. Then 1 made such good us® of those tweuty-flve minutes that I got No. I home and was back after No.2 He would just as the curtain went down. To do “M amma , why is papa bald?” his fourth wife, darling.0 “I am this cost me $12, aud the next day 1 had to- skip out of town because tho hack- | man was after me with a bill for ono of ' his horses which had died from over driving; lu t not till after 1 had sold big bills of goods to the girls’ brothers. I besides, t had the satisfa tiou of per forming un unparalleled feat n th® theater-going busiiuss. That’s* th® kind of a hustler i am .”— Chicago H e rald. ___________________ M me . N ilsson has at last secured j her quarter of a million francs from j the liouzeuud estate to reimburse her for money spent in her husband’s in- I d us trial enterprises.
