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ip\V() D O L L A R S A Y E A R . V o l u m e I . R K V O T R R T O T » K IX T K R K h T N O F T U B T O W N O F R A N T * H A M P T O N . H I N B L K O O F IBM 5 t'K N T S . E A 8 T - H A M P T O N , N . Y . , S A T U R D A Y , M A R C H 1 3 , 1 8 8 0 . N u m b e r 1 IQYgS MINISTRY. BY vnt. HAUOHTOU* I core n o t t h a t upon t h y brow The light of b e a u ty glows, I only feel th e com fort n o w Thy ten d e r love b e s tow s — A love like th in e though p a s s io n less H a th m o re t h a n passion's p o w e r ; Its s h e ltering holy t e n d e r n e s s Can m e a s u r e t h is s a d ho a r. The pressure of t h y g e n tle h a n d . Thy s ilen t sjunpathy, The troubled h e a r t oan u n d e r s t a n d T h o u g h voiceless i t m a y be. I thought, of a ll th in g s f a i r on e a r t h The f a irest, best, wor t t h o u — B u t n e v e r, never knew t h y w o r th Till I havo proved t h e e now. 0 love, t h a t soothes t h e s u fferer’s b o d ; T h a t s e e k s t h e lone and l o s t : T h a t lifts th e lam p w h e n hope h a t h nod, A n d shields t h e tem p e s t- to s t, 'T is thine to soothe life ’s sod u n r e s t, To h e a l th e broken h e a r t ; W e know th e e and we prise t h e e b e s t W h e n “com forter\ th o u art. 1 d o o m ed t h e e m a d e for s u m m e r ’s bloom — A thing of joy and m irth , B u t f o u n d th e e godlike, m id s t t h e gloom , An a n g e l by t h e h e a r th . The sorrow m u s t be sore in d e o d , T h e c ross m u s t h e a v y be, And s a d th e h e a r t and deep t h e n e e d T h a t c a n n o t lean on theo. V iroqua, W is. The certificate was shown, mado payable to the order of Anson Gale. Mr. Hazen was gratified at this, as the money was beyond the roach of Morales, He expressed his pleasure, and the old man departed. The next day Mr. Gale called again, looking pale and agitated. “I am sick,” he said, feebly, “and I fear my days are numbered. A strange feeling has taken possession of my heart, and 1 know the grim monster is at work there.\ An hour later a physician called, left a sedative, and said the patient would be bet ter in the morning. Elmer Hazen remained with the sick man until a late hour. “I havo not a blood relative in all the wide world that I know of,\ the old man said, “and you are the Good Samaritan, the only friend I havo in New Orleans. Should E lmer H azens ’ E nemy . I must leave what I have to you.” BY 0* LEON MEREDITH. Well back in the forest of Minnesota, twenty-four years ago, there stood a lone cabin occupied by three individuals. Why these three chose to dwell in such complete seclusion no one could tell. Not infrequently did hunters call at the isolated habitation, and on certain occa sions had partaken of food at the wood man’s table. The cabin had stood there and been oc cupied for more than two years, and n knoll of several acres, destitute of timber, furnished at once garden and field, where vegetables and grain grew luxuriantly. Elmer Hazen was tne name of the cabin’s owner, and his family companions wero his wife and a little girl of five years. At the time we visit this secluded spot, the 8ioux Indians were making their bloody raids upon the settlers of that region of Minnesota, Consternation and ruin had been spread broadcast wherever the banded warriors had seen fit to go with firebrand and rifle. The nows of the terrible slaughter of the whites had reached the cabin of the re cluse, and no little concern was felt by the family, for the red men knew very well of the hidden home in tho forest wilds. One evening, as darkness Bettlod over the lonely abode, Elmer Hazen and his wife showed in their features uncommon con cern. Fresh news had come to them of tho sav ages’ devastating waste. Both folt a heavy weight about the heart, and their ears were constantly on the alert for any uncommon sound. Tho windows and single door of the cabin were securely fastened as soon, as ft had become entirely, da * down at thoneimhi ____ _ & neglected fire, and ’mused for a time in silence. There was but a single apartment in tho cabin, and but few nrticlos of furniture. A curly maple-stocked rifle hung upon pins driven into the logs, and nicely dressed furs hanging about the room told that the man who had dared inhabit that region alone was no inferior hunter. Tho wife at length broke the silence: “To-night, Elmer, I almost regret our leaving a civilized home to come into this life of deprivation and danger.” “Deprivations are not pleasant, to be sure,” tho woodman returned, “but as to danger, we are safer hero than there.” “You think so?” “Yes. The lives of ourselves or little Edie are no more sacred to that Spaniard, Morales, than to the Sioux. The hunting down of the red men is only for a season, and they will become friends, but tho Spaniard’s search will be porpetual and murderous. “Would not tho arm of the law be some thing of a shield there? It certainly cannot be exercised here.” “The law is of no value to a dead man, Eliza; Morales sought my life and drove me hither. He made a vow, and one he in tended to keep. His bond to keep the peace was no protection to me or hindrance to him. He is a desperate man, more venomous than the serpent, more subtle than the adder, and more artful than the savage.” “But the reign of terror in Minnesota is terrible, Elmer.” the wife said, a shadow of pain crossing her features, as she drew little Edio closer to her heart. “I can fight a Sioux in ambush or hand to hand, but I cannot contend against n villain who stabs in the dark or administers poison. I feel safer here than in tho old home.” Tho good wife felt really us did her hus band, so she (flopped tho argument, nnd both again watched the glow of tho dying embers in silence. Three years before Elmer Hazen had been a resident of New Orleans and in easy circumstances. One evening bo found an old man in the clutches of a villain, and ho boldly inter fered and warned the old man of his dunuer. The name of the. blackleg was Morales, and he became enraged, and muttered curses from between bis gritting teeth. Hazen paid no other attention to this at the time. The aged gentleman, who had taken the name and number of his protector, called upon Elmer Hazen the next day to express his thanks more fully than he had done under the excitement of the evening before. At this interview some facte wero revealed that put more iuiportonee upon the matter than Mr. Hazen had at first thought of. On the day that the sharper was found with the veteran, the latter had arrived by boat from San Franoisco, where he had been a lucky speculator, and amassed a small fortune, which he carried in currency upon his person. Morales had met him upon the boat, and, in a friendly and most affable manner, vol unteered to aid the new-comer, as he was omployed by the city, he said, to protect travelers of wealth who did not know the wicked ways of the place. “It is not safe for you to carry so much money upon your person,” Mr. Hazen had said, after \hearing the veteran’s story. “That scoundrel is well known, and, by some device, will get ixmsession of it. He is not too good to take life.” “No danger,” was the confident reply; “I have placed the money in a bank, and have taken a certificate of deposit.” inly idle “You must not think of dying,” the ben efactor returned; “long years may be before you. I hope so, and the doctor says you will be better in the morning.” “He don’t know as well as I,” the sick man said, feebly. “Bring me a pen and ink, then go to your rest.” The next morning Anson Gale was found dead in his bed, but the large pockotbook that had held his papers was gone. Believing that Morales had poisoned tho old man the day before and robbod him at night, Hazen had tho villain orresfod, but through the lock of evidence ho was ac quitted. Twice Elmer Hazen came near losing his life at the hand of a masked assassin, and onoe his whole family came near dying through poison that had been mysteriously introduced into their food. Through the earnest solicitations of his wife and friends, Mr. Hazen converted his property into money and went to Chicago, bnt scarcely had he reached that city when a doteotiv ‘ ................ ” followed. The next move was to a town on the Up per Mississippi. A few days after reaching that place tho burning eyes of the Spaniard were believed to have been seen peering through a win dow upon Hazen. Procuring a teamster, ho bought a few articles for pioneer housekeeping, and was driven away across the country, far to the west, where lies the broad, wooded belt. Those facts, briefly told, wore tho thoughts of the exile family as they sat in the lc cabin the night I have mentioned. The hands upon the little brass clock oyer the fireplace moved on and on until they in dicated the hour of midnight. Still the couple did not retire. Littlo Edie lay upon her rude cot all unmindful of danger, but father and mother were in no mood for sleep. The silence had been long at the fireside when it was suddenly broken. Both man and wife started to their feet at tho same instant, and stood gazing into each other’s faces with apprehensive stare. A heavy footfall hod been heard from without. The tread come nearer and near er, and finally ceased at the doorstone. loud, quick rap on the thick plonks fol lowed. “Who can it be?” the wife whiBperect. rap-^a»-Tepo..t«;l, hr*\ louder than be fore. “Who’s there?” the woodman demanded. “A friend from up the Yellow Medicine,” was the reply. “What you here for?” “I have come to aid you; let me in.” “I guess not. We are nol sure that you are not a white renegade with a pack of hu man bloodhounds at your heels. * “Friend or foe, it will make it no worse for you to open the door.” “Suppose I refuse?” “Then I shall have to talk to you from tho outside. I have come half a score of miles to save you and your family, and shall not leave until you believe me a friend and act accordingly.” “I think the man is honeBt, Eliza; it cer tainly ain’t the Spaniard’s voice,” said the cabin owner, turning to his wife. “I’ve a mind to open the door, nnyhow.” “It may be best,” the wife returned, at the same time taking down the rifle that hung upon the wall. The recluse did not propose to allow any advantage on the part of tho visitor, so seizing an nx ho placed the blade between tho plunks of tho floor, and lifted one of the solid puncheons at the threshold end* nnd placed a stool beneath it, thus forming a brace so that the door could be opened cnly far enough to admit tho body of a sin- signol you by one Bhorp bloast, occasinally.\ The man and wife gave their approval, and taking tho horn Alfred Waters hasten ed out into the darkness, and away. “Our forebodings were not groundless, it appears,” tho cabin owner said to his wife as ho moved about to prepare for leaving the habitation. Not long did it require for preparation, and then the couple seated themselves again to watch and wait. Three hours wore away, and then little Edie was awakened and the family left the house. Elmer Hazen set the plank so it would slip down and make an inside brace to tho door. This was to make the marauders believe that the family was within, all unconscious of danger, and in gaining an entrance a delay would be made which might prove of advantage. . To the east of the forest cabin there was an opening, while on the west there was a belt of rugged woodland, and to this they bent their footsteps. Scarcely had they gained the outskirts of tho forest when they wore startled by a grating sound. “It is a canoe rubbing upon the gravel of the oroek bottom,” Hazen said, ns he drew his wife and child into a clump of bushos. Presently five human forms were seen by the dim starlight moving toward the littlo log habitation. They wero Sioux, in war-paint and feathers. “The trappers are not here, Elmer; what is to be done?” Mrs. Hazen whispered. “Look out for our own safety, I suppose; but I don’t like to go and leave all we have in the hands of those red-skinned wretches. I believe that ----- ” “There’s the horn,” the wife interrupted. “I believe I heard it, too, Eliza.” \Tho sound came from a long way off.” “Yes; fully a mile distent.” “Oan they reach us in time to save tho cabin?” “Fifteen minutes will bring the trappera to us, and then it will be nearly daylight. See how it is beaming up m tho oust now.” The single blast of the horn oame to them again, after a little time, and it sounded nearer than before. Ten minutes of suspense, and then the settlers were awakened to the faot that the Sioux had begun work in good earnest. A glow of light came from tho cabin window, and then a cloud of smoke arose. “The house is on fire, Eliza!” tho wood man exclaimed, leaping from his hiding- place and starting toward tho cabin. A better thought took possession of him very soon, and he turned nock. “I will not leavo you hero alone; prowl ers may be about,” he said, seating himself upon a great moss-covered rock. The wife and child stood besido tho bowlder and gazed upon the scene of de struction. The volume of smoke increased, and then small, forked tongues of flame flashed out. Just then a volley of firearms broke the quiet of the morning hour, and a yell of anguish followed. The trappers were armed with rifles and revolvers, and the battle-was sharp and de EMERSON’S PURSE. D i e A n n o y a n c e T h a t th e P h i l o s o p h e r U n d e r w e n t W h i l e In a V e r m o n t V i l la g e . A young man in New York has among hia most cherished possessions a letter written nearly twenty-one years ago by Ralph Waldo Emerson. It was sent by the philosoper to the yonng man's mother under r&ther singular circum stances. “I never saw Emerson bnt onoe,” said the possessor of the letter the other day, \and then I was tooyonng to remember much about him. When I was a child he came to our town in Vermont to lootnre, and was invited by my mother to spend tho night at our house. An odd thing happened after the lecture. As he was loaving the lecture-hall his pocket-book was either loBt or stolen. It contained the amount paid him for tho lecture, and some money and other things besides. He came to our house, but said nothing about bis loss that night. I remember that I was in the dining-room tho next morning when he came in. The impres sion left on my mind is that ho was a wonderfully tall man with a kindly face. He came into the dining-room and took me up in his arms, and, lifting mo up as far above his head as he oonld, he said: M * Where did you get thoso big blue eyes?* “1 don't remember whether ho atei glo’porson at one time. Tne l bar wa^ then removed, and the wood- onjatch lifted. “Come in!” rang out in a clear tone. The door opened, and the face of a whit© man appeared. It was an honest face, and the first glance at the kind blue eyes convinced the settlers that they had no causo for fear. “Shut the door; there are none to follow,” the new-comer said, in an assuring way; “but I have no time to spare. My name is Alfred Waters, and I am connected with the Indian agency. To-duy intelligence came to me that a party of five Sioux were com ing down the river so os to reach your cabin about the hour of dawn, for the purpose of murder and plunder. There being no one to send, I came myself.” “Thanks, friend Wuters,” Ilozen said, extending his band; “bat I don’t see how I can better fortify my cabin. I arranged for what might come as soon as I heard of the outbreak. What would you advise iu the case?” “That you make preparations to leave the cabin as soon as convenient; at least, before tho hour of daylight.” “But we will be trailed if we leave, and doubtless overtaken at a spot where we can not defend ourselves as here.” “You have not heard all of my plans yet. On Quick Water Bottom there are half a dozen trappers located. I will go for them and return at once.” “But it is a good five miles to that place.” “Yes; ten miles there and back, every rod of it; but it can be traversed in four hours.” “Four hours from now will be the time of dawn.” “I will try and be here then.” “But it you fail?” “Then we will meet you. When you are ready to leave follow down the left bank of the Yellow Medicine; bnt do not attempt to get fur away from the cabin, for it is here we must meet the •tiioux.” “We will follow your directions.” “And I will away.” The Indian agent moved quickly to the door, then turned back again. “I see a tin dinner horn - there upon the shell; allow me to take that, and I will poelw box, i atings work of the fire-fiend were taken prise and four of ther^ *”<mt do first onset, the fifth plunged ihadly, wildly vav. Elmer Hazen was about to go to the aid of the trappers when ho Raw tho figure of a Sioux come bounding directly toward him. The settler brought his rifle quickly up and fired. The warrior did not slacken his speed at all, but leaped ahead with a wild, whirling motion. As he drew near it soomed as if his eyes would bulge from their sockets. His arms wore held aloft and his lips wore separated by nervous contraction so as to Bhow a set of pearly whit© teeth. It was a grim, horrifying object that came dashing down to them, nnd somehow those who watched were wonder-struck instead of being intimidated. A row leaps more and the savage fell at tho feet of the trio. Before the woodman had time to fully comprehend the situation the savage turned his race upward and gurgled out the nume: “Elmer Hazen!” Husband and wife stalled. They would have spoken, bnt a moan came from the wounded brave and attracted thoir attention. He woo struggling for breath. With a pninful effort ho drew from the >eket of his hunting frock a gold snuff- , and holding it up until ho felt it tukon from his hand, fell lmck and lay quiet. “Open the box, Elmer,” the wife ex claimed; “it may contain the Indians’ pan acea for wounds.” “He is past the aid of earthly remedies,” was tho reply of Mr. Hazen, taking tho red man’s hand; “the fellow is dead.” Tho box, however, was opened, but it contained only a piece of paper, yet that littlo objoct made the eyes of the wondering couple open widely. The slip was a bank certificate made pay able to Elmor Hazen and indorsed by An son Gale. The golden box also contained the name of the old Californian engraved upon the inner side of the oover. The forester stooped over the prostrate form, and hi a few seconds had bared a white breast. “Morales, the Spaniard!” The name was pronounced by the wood man iu a hoarse whisper. “He has followed us to his own destruc tion.” “Then it was really ho who killed Anson Gale, but why did he not get the money?” the wife asked. “He Gould not. Ho doubtless intended to make the old Californian indorse the paper to him, but reached the room too late, and now I soe bin plan iu the last move. He has followed me to get the in dorsement of myself. With the Indians at his back, he evidently intended to make me assign it to him as a condition for saving my life; but had he suceoeded in that, ho would have murdered ns all to cover up tho crime; see, the truppers are coming this way.” 'i’he story w a s soon told to the interest©* hunters, who surrounded the fallen Spun iard. Before the sun was far up the bodies of the five who hud come to destroy were buried, and the defenders of the exiled fumily rewarded. No delay was made in ending the hermit- age. The clond upon the life of Elmer Hazen wus lifted, and he went back to civilization to enjoy the new fortune that had oorae to him in uueh a singular manner .—Chicago L t d y t r . pie for broakfost. If he did, it was provided especially for him, as that article was nevOr served at that meal in our house. After breakfast Mr. Emerson anked to see my mother alone. Then he ex plained the misfortune that had be fallen him—-that he had lost all his money—and apologized for being under the necessity of asking for a small loan. This, of course, was promptly made. The next day or the day after he re turned the money loaned. Here is tho letter he wrote,” and the speaker hand ed out the following letter, written by Mr. Emerson's own hand: “D elavan H ouse , A lbany , Jan. 13, 1864.—D ear M rs . ----- : I inclose $10, the sum you so kindly lent me, with my best thanks; but am still vexed with clouding your pure hospitality by Sympathy for such an absurd mis hap. “In the bare ohanoe that the wallet should be picked up by an honest find er, I add, what I believe I told you, that there was no name; it was a com mon purplish one, containing the un counted bills which Mr. — r- had just given mo, and perhaps $25 or $28 more, two or threo bills being of the Concord (Mass.) Bank, some postage Btamps, and a blank cheek on the At- lantic Bank, Boston. I do not think of other means of identification, and ' j sure none will be wanted, sorry*-1 did not say to you r&ther lo$o it than have it ._riTIfT_d .-T a v manner. “I recollect your* hoiiso and its in habitants with great pleasure, and I hopo I may see you again. If you are in my neighborhood it will give mo rest pleasure to Bhow you my liouso- iold. One of these days Willie (one cf the lady’s sons) will como to soe me on Iris way to Cambridge, I hope, if Cambridge mends its faults and desires the best boys. But tho boys of this day, as I told you, seem to me to have a proud future before them. Yours with kindest regard, It. W. E merson . -M rs. ----- .” The letter was written on heavy linen paper, in an irregular but easily legiblo hand. “I never saw Mr. Emerson after ward,” the young man continued. “Whether Cambridge mended its ways or not, I did not go there, nor did my brother. Perhaps, though, wo wero not the ‘best boys.’ I often thought I should like to go to Concord, recall this occurrence to Mr. Emerson’s mind, and introduce myself as the boy whom he lifted in his arms, and whose blue eyes he spoke of. But I never did. And I never heard the lost wallot was re covered.”— Boston Globe, over the Tihtf l am so: by sur- that I bad r 1 ' advertise in i The Bazars of Bagdad. Threading onr way through the nar row lanes of the inhabited parts of the city, malodorous with “native perfumes which whisper whence they stole those (not balmy) spoils,” not, certainly, “Sabean odors from the spicy shore of Araby the blest,” whispering rather of the heaps of refuse and abominations that the uncleanly Oriental loves to spread abroad before his doors, wo oome upon the famed bazars of Bagdad which tho far-dwelling Bedouin of tho desert, having once seen, is content to return to his tent and die, nothing worth looking at being left for him to seo on this side of tho gardens and houris of paradise. If it is not one of the many Sabbaths in Bagdad (Mos lems, Jews, and Christians celebrating theirs in turn) we shall speedily find ourselves hopelessly entangled among flowing robes and filthy houses, jostled by outlandish elbows and bofwled at in uncouth tongues. Here are powerful bare-legged porters staggering under astonishing loads; swarthy Bedouins on the lookout for a cheap (and rusty) i?un or something they can hang on a Aorse to make a display or a jingle; crafty-looking Persians, bearded and sad-eyed Jews, frock-coated Turks and turbaned Arabs; Moslems who scowl at us, and Moslems who only regard us with a stolid stare; and a sprinkling of Christians, proud to see a foreigner of their own faith who can walk the streets of Bagdad with an air that shows he cares nothing for the Grand Turk and ail his works, and is free, although only a heretic. Two brick- vaulted “arcades” running parallel-wise through the center of the town, with openings in the roof at intervals to let in light and air, hold shops or dens on each side opening wide on tho street, each dealer making the most display he can of hia miscellaneous wares, and sitting cross-legged and sedate in the midst of his stock-in-trade. Whoever has oxployed tho obsenro recesses of the Kaim Khalil at Cairo or wandered in the bazar at St&mboul will bo able to form a fairly correct idea of what the Bagdad bazar is like. By giving tin. e to the bargain one may pick up at a rea sonable price a handsome Persian rug* or a pair of deep-piled, soft, and subtly woven saddle-bags; but for the rest, there is very little to tempt tho curious explorer, who wonders what can be the uso or benefit of all the miscellaneous collection of odds and ends with which an Eastern “general dealer” loves to Burronnd himself. If the unwary trav eler be of an antiquarian turn of mind, and deludes himself with the belief that now is his time to secure a few battered bricks from Babylon, with cuneiform inscriptions, or a collection of Sassan- ide and Cufio coins, be will find many an Abd-ul-An tiquat, or “Father of An tiquities,” ready to display to his aston ished gaze whole heaps of tho precious relics, at a price whioh is apt to sug- 3. that the speculative Jews who manufacture them do not find the trade a very remunerative one. A really genuine cylinder is a thing of beauty and a joy forever to the enthusiastic collector; but it is absolutely necessary in asking for tho genuine article to “see that you get it.” Dynamiting forked both Herr Hager’s Game. a game that can be worked both ways. Herr Hager, tlu* wealthy German banker, is the most punctual man in tho world, and alwavs carries a couple of chronometers about with lnm. Thanks to this habit, Jio is a frequent victim to piokpockots, as not a week passes without his losing o io oi his watches. At first ho lmd recourse to all kinds of sufoty chains; then olu fine morning ho took no precaution whatever, and quietly allowed hitnsoli to be robbed. At night, on returning from business, he took up tho evening paper, when ho uttoreu an exclamation of delight, and at once started off for the police station. This* is what ho hu<i read: “To-day at two o'clock p. ui., ». violent explosion took place in a lions* in B ----- street, occupied bv Mr. S ----- . a wealthy townsman. The hands of t w victim are shuttered, and the left cv« gone.” The crafty banker had 1’1 oii the watch easo with dyramite, whio’ exploded during tho operation of wind ing. Since that time no more watch©* have been stolen from Herr linger. C rocodiles are represented by alli gators. Their tails are used for n\v in ming, and their legs aid in lifting tlieu. out of the mud. Thoy build nests oi leaves and vegetation before it lion be gun to decay; a,layer of oggs, a k m i of vegetation. Tho heat of the vegu tation hatches tho eggs. Tho croco dile differs from the alligator by hav ing no long separation between tin nostrils. It has a valve in the tliroa for keeping out water. Tho orocodile of the Niles and of tho Ganges at • most dangerous. Alligators are calico cold-blooded because of their iuabilil) to develop heat in their bodies. ___ Ancient Writing Material. When the Prophet Ezekiel was com manded to write about the city of Jeru salem, he was compelled to write his account on smooth tiles, and we find fragments of such tiles to this day. The heaps of broken pots and crockery of all sorts, which are so abundant in all Eastern towns, prove that bits of smooth stono or tiles wero constantly used for this purpose. The Island of Elephantine, on the Nile, is said to have furnished more than a hundred such specimens. One of these is a soldier’s leave of absence, scribbled on a frag ment of an old vase. How little those scribes and accountants imagined the in terest with which their descendants would one dsy treasure their rough notes! Still quainter were the writing materials of thoso ancient Aruba who, before the time of Mohammed, used to carve thoir annals on the shoulder- blades of thoep. The “sheep-ciironi- cles” were strung together, and thus preserved. After awhilo sheep’s bones were replaced by sheep’s skin, and tho manufacture of parchment was brought to such perfection as to place it among the refinements of art. We hear of vellums that wore tinted yellow, others white. Others wero dyed of a rich purple; and the writing thereon was m golden iuk, with gold borders and many-colored decorations. These pre cious manuscripts were anointed with the oil of cedar to preserve them from moths. Wo hear of one such in which the name of Mohammed is adorned with garlands of tulips and carnations painted in vivid colors. Still more precious was tho silky paper of tho Persians, powdered with gold and silver dust, whereon were painted rare illuminatkras; while the book was perfumed with atiur of roses or essence of sandalwood. Of the demand for writing materials, one may form some faint notion from the vast manuscript libraries of which reeords have been preserved, as having been collected by the Caliphs both of the East and the West, the former in Bagdad, the latter in Andalusia, whoro there were eighty great pnblio libraries, besides that vast one at Cordova. We also hear of pri vate libraries, snob as that of a physi cian who declined an invitation from the Sultan of Bokhara, bec&uso the carriage of his books would have re quired 400 camels. HUMOR* T hose who never drink water now called jugwumps.— Maverick. You always feel surprised when tow see a shooting star, do you not? That' is because you did not know the sky was* loaded.— Pittsburgh Chronicle- Telegraph. I t was lately discovered that a Nevada- lady had fonr large snakes in her stom ach. Nevada should be shoved alon£ toward Kentucky. The whisky is betr ter there,— SL Paul Herald . S poodlb was saying that when h® was abroad he was presented at court. “The deuce yon werel” exclaimed Fogg. “How did it happen ? How muon did they fine you?”— B o ston Transcript . T hat every good Christian must sleep in his armor is a proverb as old as true goodness, but the man who goes to bed with his boots on in a strange hotel becomes at once an ob ject of grave suspicion.— Chicago' Ledger . T hey may talk about old fiddles and their fabulous worth, bnt no fiddle awakens a livelier recollection of the past within ns than the old standby’ with which we reluctantly tortured cord-wood in onr youthful days, and which still hangs in the woodshed as o f yore .—Dansville Breeze , L ittle J ohnnie ' s mother told him one day when he was killing flies that he must not do it, as they were God'e children. Some time afterward the boy saw a lot of flies in an old molasses barrel struggling for their lives. “Look there, mamma,” he cried, “I think if God oared anything for His children H e would come along and turn that barrel over .”—Merchant Traveler. plain enough . One morning in the month of Sept. A pretty clerk in Manning’s dept. Took up h&r pen and struck a uaL, Then took a train and struck for Cal. Why did Bhe turn from Wash., D. C.? Tho answer is below (cj. ▼.); Her lieut. had gone to join his co., And she went on to do, do, do. Chicago News. A lady who received throngh th s postoffice a few days ago a postal card containing 1,030 words written by fe gentleman, replied on a card contain ing 1,040. That should teach him a leas -m, and go far toward making such foolishness unpopular with the male sex. A man might os well attempt to gef the lost word as the most words with a woman.— Norristown Herald. TILE MAJOR'S STORY. \Waal ves,“ the M ajor, im ie ld i n g h is k n ife* And s h a v in g a *lice from his cn a lr , \I com e from a fam^Y of party Ling life— The longet*t, 1 reckou. ranna hyur. “My gran’luthoc lived to a mighty old age— He died at two hundred ituu 'our ---- \ But the Major stopped short in hit- yarn at this stage, For the Judge entered in at the door. “Now, Major, tire Jo »•..> vci . < < / remarked!*. \I knew vouro.'d gra*. 'lucl-u He w&a just eighty-thro, when nil spirit em barked For that bourne where the g >od spirits dwell.*! For a moment the Major had nothing to say, But finally roso to his feot: “He died at two hundred and four Broadway*— Then the Judge museyed up and stood treat. —Chicago Nava. C ountry M erchant (to Chicago* drummer)—“A St. Louis firm offers me eighteen months* time.” Chicago Drummer—“Only eighteen months? They’re tiring to swindle you.” Mer chant— “What time can your house- give ?” Chicago Drummer—“Fonr years are onr usual terms, but I ’ll tell you. what I'll do. You give me an order* and if the account is not paid in thirty days rU take 10 per cent, off; if n o t paid in sixty days, 20 per cent, off; and* if not paid in ninety days, 30 per cant* off.” Merchant—“And if not paid in. four months?\ Chicago Drummer— “Then 111 wipe the account off tho books altogether and send you a framed, photograph of our monster establish ment. No St. Louis firm can do busi ness in this territorv while the repre sentative of Alexander Kockbottoin 6a Co. is abroad .”—New York Sun. T he scientific importance of explor ing the accessible regions about the South Pole is urged by Sir Erasmus Ornmany, of the British navy, who re marks that no man has ever wiutorod in the Antarctic zone. A Wise Father. The Crown Prinoe of Prussia always a very sensible man in the man agement of his household, and he is ably seconded by his wife. On one oc casion the governor of his children came to him and said: “Your Highness, I must complain off the little Prince; he refuses t# have hi* face washed in the morning. ” “Does he?” answered the Crown Prinoe. “W ell remedy that. After thi» let him go unwashed.” “It shall be done,” said th^ governor. Now the sentries have to salute every member of the royal family—childicm and all—whenever they pass. The day after, the little four-year-old prinea* went out for a walk with hia governor. As thoy passed a senlx^-box where * grim soldier stood rigid without pre senting arms, the littlo prince—accus tomed to universal deference—looked displeased, bnt said nothing. Presently another sentry was passed. Neither did this one give a sign of recognition. The little prinoe angrily *x>ko of it t o his old governor, and they passed on. And when the walk was finished, and they had met many soldiers, who nono of them saluted the prince, tho littlo fellow dashed in to his father, exclaim ing: “Popa—papa—you must whip every man in your guards 1 They refuse t o salute when I pass!” “Ah! my son ,n said the Crown Prince^ “they do rightly, for clean soldiero never saluto a dirty little prince.'* After that the boy took a shower bath every morning. — Ing lea hie . T he sea turtle’s toes are united in the form of a paddle. It makes long voyages, sometimes across the Atlautie. Tlie sea turtles aro immense, some of them attaining a weight of 1,200 pounds. 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