Burlington Hawk Eye, January 5, 1890

Burlington Hawk Eye

January 05, 1890

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Burlington Hawk Eye (Newspaper) - January 5, 1890, Burlington, Iowa part one. THE BURLINGTON HAWK-EYE. pages im Established: June, 1839.]BURLINGTON, IOWA, SUNDAY MORNING, JANUARY 5, 1890.-JSIGHT PAGES. [Price: 15 Cents per Week. AT THE COUNTY FAIR, ONCLE DOOLEY ROES AHD HAKES SOME OBSERVATIONS. The Deacon and His Vanquished Squash -The Small Urchin is on Hand and 11 ie C Ii a p w i t h t he Triek ti > Catch the Gudgeons is Also There. The first acquaintance I met at the Sagadahoc lair was Deacon. Dudley. If lie had owned the grounds and held a mortgage on Hie building and its contents, he could riot have appeared better satisfied. “Walk right in,” was his hospitable greeting as I approached the entrance. “ Pvegot t he biggest curiosity ever shown in the county, and I want you to see it before the crowd gathers. I raised it; myself,' he explained, “from seed sent by my wife's brother from California. You’ll get some idea of its length when I tell you that I brought it here in ll box three feet and a half long. I packed it in hay. sos to keep it from searin’, and when I took it out twas smooth as a smelt and shiny as a glass bottle.” By this time we had readied the farm produce department, and the deacon’s tongue arui legs came to a standstill together. I asked the name of the wonder he had d< icribed. “Well," he replied, scratching Iii-, head perplexedly, “it was a squash—the longest I ever saw—but what shape it's in now. or where it's gone, is more’n I know. I left it right here, with my name tacked to it. You hold on a minute, while. I hunt up the* corumitt.ee and bee if anyl ody's responsible for property left in this ere bufidin'. The good man disappeared, and for half an hour I scarcely stirred from my tracks. At la t I grew tired of waiting, and ventured to move about with the rest of the folks. Growing bolder bv degree, I finally drifted with the crowd outside* the hall, and in the course of an hour or two I forgot all about Deacon Dudley and the* missing squash. It was late in the afternoon when I met my friend in the neighborhood of the sheep pens. At the sight of him my conscience smote rue, and with genuine solicitude I asked if he had found hts treasure. The deacon looked rather foolish as he said: “I suppose you mean the squash. Oh, that’s ail right. They’d moved it to another place. ’Twas no great matter, any way.” As he seemed much embarrassed, and turned away without urging me to examine the specimen, I determined to seek it out without waiting for any further invitation. When I had found it, I was at no loss to account for my friend’s confusion. By the side of his squash— which really was of remarkable length —lay another squash at least eight inches longer. I strolled across the grounds, when a sound as of some one beating a carpet caught my ear. The noise was occasioned by a big boy who was pounding a small urchin oil the back. “What's the matter?” asked a gentleman whose attention was attracted by the disturbance. •J guv lama lobster leg to suck, an’ he went an’swallercd it,” said the big boy. “Spit it out!” lie yelled, as he renewed the blows. Three men, loaded to the muzzle with advice, hastily joined the group. “Pinch his windpipe,” suggested the first. “Hold him up by the heels,” counseled t he second. “Thump him harder,” advised the tbird. Before either suggestion could be acted upon, the gentleman who had been poking the sandy soil with his cane exclaimed: “What's this?” It was a lobster's log, bearing unmistakable marks of youthful teeth. 'Pin* big boy rested from his labor and t he lilt Ie one straightened himself painfully. “ I tole yet I dropped it,” he said reproachfully, pointing to the fragment in tlie sand. Sauntering up to a counter at one of ibe I n nit bs. a distinguished looking stranger began toying with a common black beltie. “You wouldn't believe I cixiid put more water in this bottle than,any other man on these grounds, would you?” he asked ( arelessly. A handful of rustics, gathered in front of the lace, gazed at the speakerincredulous! \ “I wouldn't, that’s a fact," one of them remarked, knowingly. “And yet,” resumed the stranger, “I ain ready to bot twenty d dais that I eau do it." Upon bearing this statement vourmn-cle edged away, w hile the knowing’fel-low stoppled briskly to the front. “You say you’ll bet twenty dollars it,’’ he remarked in a voice trembling with excitement . “That s what I said." “Le'me see that boule." demanded'the seeker after knowledge. The bottle was passed among the crowd, aud after due examination I was pronounced worthy of confidence. Atfter much discussion of ways and means, interested parties formed a syndicate wuth a capital of $5, which slim wasiin-stautlv covered by the stranger. Au individual. presumably disinterested, was chosen to hold the stakes, and thefknow-iug chap was appointed to fill the (bottle. Having turned in water till the vessel was running over, he remarked I with a grin: “There. I guess she's bout asftfull as she can hold. If you can cro<wd any more water into her, mister, go {ahead. ’ Without saying a word the [business like stranger proceeded to cork tile bottle tightly. Then he turned it upside down, and in the large hollow . which is found.at the bottom of most bottles, lie poured {two or three gills of water. ‘Til trouble^you to hand over that money," he said to the stakeludder when he hadidone thejterick. Then arose a chorus of complaints. “ Twasn’t fair!” ‘ ‘The water«ain*V imtbe bottle!" “The hull thing’s .a«swfndle!” vociferated the duped rustics. Meanwhile the stranger cooly pocketed the stakes, bade the dissatisfied yokels “good day,” and in another moment?was “far from the madding crovriL:'—Lewiston Journal. without fail, but you must not repeas the trick that you played upon us last winter, when you a sked us to dine and were not at home when we came; but, lest you should forget your invitation, I shall write to you the eve of the day of our arrival.” It was a sultry day when the whole six of us set out for Pargolovo in an open caleche at ll o clock in the morning, says one of the persons invited. We were thoroughly fatigued by the heat and dust of the road. Arriving at TurgeniefFs country house, we alighted with joy in onr countenances, but we were all struck with the circumstance that Turgenieff did not come out to meet us. We knocked at the door of the glass terrace. The silence of death reigned in the house. All our faces grew visibly longer. “Can Turgenieff have played the same trick as last winter?” exclaimed Belinsky. But we all calmed him, saying that we probably arrived earlier than we were expected. “But I wrqte to him that we should b*■ here at I o’clock,” objected Besin sky ; “ a hat can it mean? If they would »nly admit us into the room we could wait, but here we are scorched.” At length a boy came out of the door and we a i plied him with questions. His ma-t a had gone off, he said, and the chef de cuisine was in some public house. We gave the urchin money, sent him to fetch the chef, who should let us in, and meanwhile we sat down on the steps of the terrace. We waited long in vain. Belinsky wanted in to return, but our hired coachman refun d to take us back until the horses ba i had a long rest. So we sat on, hung!a and hot. Panaieff went to the pubic la/use to see if anything eatable could be procured, but there was nothing to be had. * * * At last the chef made his appearance. “Where is your master?” cried Belinsky. He did not know. “Did your master order a dinner for us today?” insisted the critic. “He did nothing of the kind,” was the reply. Amazement and terror w ere depicted on all faces. Belinsky flamed up, and, looking at us in his significant way, exclaimed: "Turgenieff has indeed given us a banquet!” A Canvas Set, but No One at the Helm-Skirting the Crushing Pack and Dodging the Crumbling Bergs-John Hansen’s Shock. Are We Handsomer? “I haw heard it said that, taken as a whole, people of these days are not so handsome as those of olden times,” said an artist to a Washington Post reporter, “but I have a theory that they far excel in beauti of form and feature their ancestors of many hundred years ago. The only wa y we have to judge of such comparative merits of the people of today with those who are made known to us by tradition and history is by the means of statuary. We compare our modern men with old works of art and pronounce them inferior without taking into consideration the deception that has been practiced by the artists whose work was done for those whose form and feature they portrayed and from whom they were to look for their pay. , “It was the easiest thing in the world then, a^ ri done now, to smooth over blemishes and defects. The art of photograph} will not permit such deception to so great an extent as it was formerly carried on.” “Do an ists not flatter their subjects as much nowadays as was done of old?” “In making oil paintings this is done by a great many, and that is the reason why mum people will not sit for a photograph, but prefer to be represented by an artist. The photographers recognize this and do what they can to overcome it. I knew one once who, having a sitter with a nose very much out of shape, actually used putty to straighten it out and with that improvement in his customer's appearance took the picture.” Will Exclusion Exclude the Chinese? Sir John Bowring not only testified to this perpetual out How of Chinese immi grants, blithe paints in vivid colors the causes which lead to these results. He says: “There is probably no part of the world in which the harvests of mortality are more sweeping and destructive than in China, producing voids which require no ordinary appliances to fill up. Multi tudes perish absolutely from want of the means of existence; inundations destroy towns and villages and all their inhabitants; it would not be easy to calculate the loss of life bv the typhoons and bur ricanes which visit the coasts of China in which boats and junks are sometimes sacrificed b v hundreds and by thousands. The late civil wars in China must have led to the loss of millions of lives. The sacrifices of human beings by executions alone are frightful.” It is such a condition of things, and such causes as these, that induce the laboring classes of Chinese to immigrate to other countries. Considering the in centive which exists in these densely populated districts to escape from the misery which marks their existence, anc to seek new lands where their condition may be bettered, tile dangers that threaten from such inexhaustible sources of human supply become easy of appre elation.—Willard B. Farwell in Populi! Science Monthly. HE BAEK THAT SAILS BY THE SHORES OF THE UNSHAPEN LAND. pockets, was about the only thing that suggested to me the Tennyson of old— there was certainly nothing in his conversation. manner or appearance.”—Cor. Philadelphia Times. SOME MINISTERS’ TALES Ashamed to Tell His Kame. facff i Stout .John Hansen, wrapped all in furs, stood at the wheel of the bark Reindeer, a whaler of the Arctic seas. It was night, and the vessel was working along the ice pack with Cape Smvthe just coming in the distance. The biting wind twirled about Hansen's feet, catching up the light snow and sending it swirling across the darkling water. There was a brisk breeze and the night was too cold for comfort by reason of the proximity of tile floe; but Hansen cared little and cheerily whistled the tune of a folk lore song he learned while child sporting on the shore of a Norwegian fjord. He seemed as strong and fearless as one of his Viking ancestors when they faced the unknown Atlantic until “cloudlike they saw the American shore stretching to leeward.” THE PHANTOM OF THE NIGHT. Suddenly, right out of the pack came another bark, bow on. Her mizzen was gone and she veered and yawed strangely, but her sails were set and she was making fair headway. Hansen could hear the swish of the wind in her shrouds and the swash as she munched the bone in her mouth. In an instant she tacked and bore away. Then, before going IOO yards, she came about and made straight for the Reindeer again. Hansen hailed her. There was no answering hail. His voice rang hollow and strange as the wind took it up and seemed to make of it a mocking echo. Then he hailed again. No return. Hansen’s lips grew white. His knees shook. He put his helm hard over and made lur the open sea. Then he muttered a prayer which had not come to him since a ship burned under his feet in the Southern ocean way back in the 80's. He had seen the spectral ship, the Flying Dutchman of the frozen ocean. The phantom came so near that he could see the glisten of tile salt spume frozen on her rigging and the icicles which hung from her spars. There was ice upon her deck, and upon her wheel, and upon her battened hatches—ice, and nothing more. Her decks gave back no echo of footsteps. Hor sailing lights were out. She was so low in the water that she seemed almost awash—but she kept on into the darkness, reeling, staggering, unsteady, It pays to wear your lac# upon your deeve, leastways your name. So long ago as July, 1887, Charles Smith went to ■“■own and disappeared. And now he has been discovered in prison, all because he hid his light under a bushel. Charles went on a harmless spree, was knocked down and robbed, felt a&iamed of himself and decided to walk home rather than collect car fare from his town friends in his dilapidated raiment. On the way he was given a ride by a man driving a two-horse rig, and presently the officers SEA YE AND SAY ANECDOTES BELATED BY CHICAS CLEB8YMEN. Tile C hurch Member Who Didn’t Recognize Her Own Pastor--The Way the Preacher Found the Waiting Conple-An Interruption. “Now and then." said a Methodist preacher from tile West Side, “a church communicant is not a living exponent of truth and charitv. I found that out in of the law swooped down and allowed J an amusing way some years ago while the talons of the judicial bird to get a I preaching at a church on the North Side. clutch firmly imbedded on the shoulders of the two travelers. The team had been stolen and Smith's obliging friend was the thief. Smith felt ashamed again. He was shamefaced, not double faced. It came natural for him to blush. He gave his name as Wilson and was sent to the cooler for six years to give his blood a chance. He has been there two years, and now believes that he could look the world in its eye without so much as winking, and y to bepar-doned for doing nothing.—Chicago Times. Rev. Mr. D-. of the Illinois conference. A KINSHIP OF FLOWERS. th* Hv- but on and on and out of sight. Turg*uieir» Dinners. A habit of Turgeneiff, says * The Fortnightly Review, was to invitee friends to dinner and be absent when they came, not deliberately of set purpose, but because of the little value he (Set on his pledged word and the very faint impression it used to make upon his* mind. He once invited the famous critic Belinsky and five others to dine with him at his house in the country, where he had a chef de cuisine whom he looked upon aa a genius. “I will organize a banquet for you the like of which you never dreamed of,” he said. He fixed the day and .madeteach person give his word of honor ***** he would come. “Don’t teea The Future Prince-.* of Monaco. A relative of the lady in question informs your correspondent that the Duchess de Richelieu, who has a host of friends in New Orleans, having visited the first exposition here, is about to.be-come the Princess of Monaco. Although now a Catholic, she will be the first lady of Jewish origin who has been married to a reigning Christian prince. Marguerite Alice Heine, the future princess of the little Mediterranean principality, is the daughter of Michel Heine, cousin-german of Heinrich Heine, the poet. The father of M. Michel Heme was the brother of the celebrated Hamburg banker. Solomon Heine.who left £1,200.-000 at his death. M. Michel Heme and his brother Armand amassed large fortunes in New Orleans, whence they returned to Paris, where they are now residing. They have still a large amount of valuable property in this city, from which they realize a handsome dividend annually. On Canal street they own. together with other good paying property, the Pickwick club building. Ail the ladies of the Heine family have become either Catholics or Protestants with the exception of Mine. Furtado Heine and the sister of the poet, who still live in Hamburg.—New Orleans Telegram to St. Louis Post-Dispatch. John Hansen came into port. Death sat watching by his bedside. He chattered and gibbered, and stared with straining eyeballs. For no man may look upon the phantom ship and live. THE WRAITH OF THE YOUNG PHOENIX. But what John Hansen saw in the depths of that July night was not a specter of the seas; nor was it the grim vision of a fever stricken brain. It was something far more dangerous than an airy phantom—a derelict of the deep. It was the wreck of the Young Phoenix, which, since the 5tih of Aug., 1888, has been sailing through ice and gale, breasting the crushing pack, dodging the toppling bergs, guided by an uuseen hand, and sailing for no known port. No one may say she has not touched the northern pole. No man may tell where she will be seen again. On Aug. 3 of that year the whaling fleet was riding bet ween Point Barrow and Cape Smythe, waiting for the ice pack to clear, when down came the southwest gale, beating tile sea into ridges and tossing the stout ships like the paper argosies of children. Down went the bark Fleet wing that had outlived many an arctic storm. The Mary and Susan strained, plunged and foundered. The sea’s great maw took in the schooners Ino and Jane Gray..    , LEFT TO THEIR FATE. Things were lively on the Young Phoenix then. Both anchors were let go and the men were ordered to the pumps. She was leaking badly and the heavy seas swept clear over her. With the night the wind shifted to the west and came in stronger gusts. One after the other the cables parted and the bark drifted. Then an effort was made to get to sea, but the vessel fouled the Triton when trying to get over the bar. Her rudder, stern post and jibboom carried away and the leaks were started freer. The crew of thirty-seven men stuck by the bark until Aug. 6. By that time the water was at her lower deck. Her mizzenmast had been cut away. It was not thought that she could float more than an hour or two longer. The sails on the fore and main masts were set or partially furled when Capt. Millard ordered the men to the boats, and the Y'oung Phoenix sailed away, rudderless and undirected, to meet whatever fate might come. She was not seen again that year, and it was supposed she had foundered or been squeezed between the floes. But she kept on her erratic course, buffeted by the winds, caught by the currents, lonely and forlorn. On May 5. 18S9, she was seen and boarded by Mr. Leavitt, manager of a whaling station on Gape Smythe. She was then close in shore, some sixty miles from where she had been abandoned. A few relics were taken from her, and the next morning she was gone again. She was little changed, and though waterlogged. made good headway. This abandoned craft is probably the phantom whose ice-sheathed shrouds and silent decks loomed upon the startled vision of big John Hansen that chilly night in July, and gave him that shock from which he may never recover. For nearly a year she had roamed the chartless sea. touching at no port, piloted by no hand, answering no hail, purposeless, silent and alone.—San Francisco Examiner. The Hearing of School Children. The result of the examination of 9,000 school children in various cities of America and Europe is that the average of pupils who have defective hearing is 26 per cent. There were twice as many with defective hearing among backward children as among forward children. Teachers are strongly urged to keep in mind the liability of existing impairment of hearing in backward children, and either give them nearer seats, with their best fpp toward the desk, or teach thorn in separate claroes. AU boxing of The Urn t Tennyson's Old Aje. “I saw and talked with Tennyson recently." writes an English friend to me. “It was at the annual flower show at Haslemere. Surrey, and the poet had been prevailed upon to leave Iris seclusion for the botanical display. It was his first public appearance since his illness. and I had not seen him for six months. That the Poet Laureate is rapidly aging I saw at a glance, and this became more impressed upon me during our brief conversation. He was no longer the Tennyson of a year ago; talk meant distress to him. aud references to persons very close to him in friendship, which formerly enlisted his interest, seemed to meet with little response. In' his walk he shuffled heavily, and the cane that he once carried as a companion to idly swing in moments of thought, had become almost a staff. He toll me his health was good, but his gen-scarcely verified his A Florist’s Interesting Talk on hridization of Plants. William Bertermann talked to a reporter from behind a bank of roses of all tints and lilies. “This rose is a brother of this one,” said he, as he laid out two beautiful flowers of tile deep pink variety. “Here is the grandfather of these two,” continued he. as he placed upon the counter a splendid red rose on a spindling stock, and here is the grandmother." The latter was a small white rose of unattractive appearance, but upon a rugged stalk. Then Mr. Bertermann pointed out the cousins, and aunts, and uncles and other relatives of the flowers he had exhibited. “It's just like raising horses or cattle or hogs," said he. “The stock is continually improved by careful breeding. Flower breeding has become a science, and, bv crossing the be>t varieties every year, new aud more beautiful flowers are being grown. A man who ceased to be a florist ten years ago, could not go into a first class flower garden now and recognize many of the flowers that we deal in most extensively. There has been a mixture of blood, so to speak, until nearly all the old time flowers have lost their identity. Nearly all the flowers sold now are hybrids, or crosses between the most desirable old stocks." Mr. Bertermann then explained the process of hybridization, the mere operation of which is easy enough. It is simply necessary to carry the pollen by means of a camel hair brush, or otherwise. from one blossom and place it on the stigmatic surface of the flower of the other, or seed bearer. A colony of bees in a flower garden will do the work better than it can be done with a brush. They constantly carry the pollen from one flower to another, but of course there is no system about the crosses they bring about. When hybridization is attempted the florist must be certain that the plants are receptive. As a rule, by close observation the florist may become able to tell when to apply the pollen. Not a few plants develop stigma and anthers at the same time, and with them it is necessary to remove the anthers before they burst, and at the same time by means of a fine gauze, or otherwise, to prevent the visits of insects which might convey pollen from another flower, and thus effect an undesirable cross. This sometimes happens; a flower in good form, but defective in color, is perhaps crossed with another, which is faulty in shape, but of novel and desirable shade. A weakly grown variety may be used in an effective way in a combination with stronger grown, lacking the particular qualities of the former. As with the “grandfather” and “grandmother,” Mr. Bertermann pointed out where breeding the dark red rose, supported by a weak stalk, to the puny white rose on a healthy stalk, a splendid pink rose, supported by a well developed stalk, was produced. Sometimes the florists' ideal is kept so constantly in sight that the pollen of a particular strain becomes more or less futile. Growers of cyclamen and gladiola habitually call in the aid of a microscope to determine the state of the pollen in a highly bred seedling. If it is found to be uneven—not plump, clear and regular —in size and outline, the plant is discarded as a propagator, and another chosen which promises to allow the desired results in size, form and color of flowers. Hybrids between two distinct genera are by no means common. Mr. Bertermann cited one example in philageria, a eross between the beautiful and climbing Lapageria roses and the bushy Tki-lesia buxofolio, which is intermediate between its two parents, though not nearly so desirable as either. Species of the same genus frequently refuse altogether to cross with each other, and some again will cross only one way. Florists, however, have never been able to lay down any definite rule, and exceptions can only be learned by experience. For the most perfect and symmetrical flowers, it is best to select single flowers which are most perfect in their petals for seed bearers. Another interesting fact is that single or semi-double sorts, with perfect carrolas. will, produce double flowers of a regular, symmetrical formation. aIt's a fascinating business," said Mr. Bertermann. “and the only trouble is. florists who make a business of raising flowers for the market, as we do, have not the time to devote to hybridization. That work is done most successfully by gentlemen who make the business a constant study. The best man at hybridization in Indiana, perhaps, is the florist at Purdue uni versity. He makes the breeding of flowers a speciality, and is certainly very proficient in the business." “Are artificial colorings much used and I had arranged to exchange pulpits on a certain Sunday, and the announcement was made at the Wednesday evening prayer meeting previous. It happened that something came up later in the week which made it necessary to po-tpone the exchange, and so I appeared in ray own pulpit as usual Sunday morning. The attendance was about the same so far as I could see. but a young man, a friend of mine, afterward related to me some comments he heard while the audience was filing out of the church. One woman remarked: “ ’Now. that's a splendid sermon. And what a large audience he had. My! if we could only have him here to preach every Sunday. Such a perfectly charming discourse.’ You see. she had heard that the exchange \\ ould l>e made and came to church promptly, but she had been abient so long that she really didn't know her own minister when she saw siumoerers were rapidly awakened by the noisy scrambling of the wakeful members of the party; and I was soon surrounded by a crowd of squatting figures. Ko Chalk and his family, roused by the scramble and the loudly murmured “Ahmays!" as the pillow slowly swelled, glided quickly in. by twos and threes. and by the time I had screwed up the nozzle the entire household and all the visitors were among the audience. “What’s that for?" asked Motmg Gyee, a little, wizened up man like a dried monkey. “A pillow for the head,” I replied. “A wind head bag," said Motmg Daw, promptly, and his remark elicited a universal murmur of “Houkbah! hook hah!" which might be freely translated, “Ah yes: of course, of course." The pillow was now gently taken from my knees and passed slowly from hand to hand, patted and pinched, squeezed, smelled, tasted and bumped on the floor. Eyes were applied to the nozzle, but they could make little of that, and after the pillow had parsed about the entire room, receiving as much criticism as a new fossil in ihe hands of a learned society. it was respectfully placed by Moung Daw at the top of the spread blankets, balanced on one end against the wall, where it continued to receive silent admiration. “Show us how it is done." was the next demand. I yawned widely, but unscrewed the top and returned the curiosity to Moung Daw, who forced out the air in the faces of his friend-, to ibeir great satisfaction. —Youth's Companion. THE BOY KNIFES A BMR BDT HIS FATHER MODESTLY APPROPRIATES THE CREDIT. A Tale which In tories Hie Loss of a Fine Back, the Death of a Good Dog and the Anger of Abner Grines-It’s a True Store. urn. WEDDING SIGNS. “These stories about weddings,” said Rev. J. P. Brushinghain, “have a serious side, notwithstanding the fact it is usually overlooked. One time I was engaged to marry a young couple, aud when. the evening came I found their address had been mislaid. It could not be found high or low. However. I knew within a block of where tile place was and resolved I would start out and trv and find it. Mv wife said as I left. in a spirit of raillery at my carelessness, ■You'll know tlie place by the crape on the door.’ And as I went along that remark set me thinking. 'Crape on the door!’ Of course a house of mirth to the practical eye is as plainly marked as a house of mourning. The custom is to put on all the tokens of woe when death is a visitor and all the signs of joy when two persons are married. And yet in how many cases the crape had better be showu when weddings occur, and to how many persons death should be welcomed with flowers. You know when Beecher died lie requested that no gloom be thrown on the event by sable trappings, but that flowers in profusion should mark his translation to a better land." “But <1 id you find yoni* waiting couple that night, Mr. Brush Lngham?" “Oh, yes. Wedding parties never get lost." THE ARGUMENT INTERRUPTED. “This isn't a funny story," -aid the Baptist minister, “hut it is a true one. Before I came to (’hicago I was preaching at Lincoln. That was years ago, and the town was not so well supplied with churches as it i- now. A Presbyterian minister was holding a revival service in Ins church, aud hi* audiences were so large he could not accommodate them. Ile asked the permission of myself and my trustees to use our church, which was much larger, and of course it was granted. His meetings grew larger and larger, and everybody was delighted with the evident good he was doing. One morning he came to me and said he wanted to preach litree sermons on baptism. but ielt#embaiia-sed. as he was in the house of a denomination from which lie radically differed on that subject. I told him to go ahead his own way just as if lie were at home. Give them immersion. sprinkling or anything that would save them. So at it he went. Now. right under the platform on which my pulpit stood was a great pool of Where the Wild Foul Nest. Until the acquisition of Alaska by the United States it was a wonder where certain wild fowl went when they migrated from the temperate climes on the approach of summer as well as snow birds and other small species of the feathered tribe. It was afterward found that their habitat in summer was the waters of Alaska, the Y^ukon river and tin* lakes of that hyperborean region. A reporter lately interviewed C. J. Green, of Norton Sound, Alaska, and he confirms the statement of Dali and others. People wonder where the wild fowl come from, said lie. They see tho sand hill crane, wild goose, heron and other fowl (-very spring and fall pursue I heir unwearied way, but, like the wind, they do not know whence they come or whither they go. Up on Golov inc bay, on Ute north shore of Norton sound, is the breeding place of these fowls. All the birds hi creation, seemingly, go to that country to breed. Geese, ducks, swans, and thousands upon thousands of sandhill cranes, are ^warming there all the time. They lay their eggs in tile blue stem grass in the low lands, and if you go up the river a.littie way from the bay, the noise of the*wiki fowl is almost deafening. Myriadsiof robbins and swallows are there, as well as mfll-ions of magnificent grouse, wearing red combs and feather moccasins. This grouse turns as white as snow in winter. You can kin dozens of juicy teal ducks or grouse as fat as butter balls in a few moments. 'Hie M ild fowLand bears live on salmon berries and huck kl kernes, with which all the hills ace literally covered . —A Ste ri an. A Banner of Rattlnuiake Ski im. A lady residing on the west side has perhaps the most unique barnier that has ever been seen in Kansas City. It is as beautiful as it is unique,«and:is prized by its owner for its beauty and*-oddity. It is made of the skin of an enormous rattlesnake, with a background of*plnsh. The snake skin was sent the ladV by a| friend who lives in Texas. It is beautifully tanned, the bark being colored.and covered with spots resembling hmall scales, which on th** t iackgyonmd of plush look for all the world like mosaic. The skin is over five feet long without the head and tail, and fourteen rattles denoted its age. In the*widest part the skin is nine inches in width, thus! showing that in life the rightful.ownenof the skin which now adorns the',lady's:parlor must have l>een an ugly ♦customer. A Abner Grime* is the politician of the ridge. He has been constable, postmaster, town clerk and justice of the peace. He has his eye now on the legislature. Statecraft i- his hobby, but he mingles it with lumber, agr culture and a general country store. His only recreation is J chasing the deer in tlie wildwood and hunting coons, lie has a son Uriah. Uriah is rising 16. and is a stub-and-t wist specimen of the true backwoods boy. “’Riah.” said Abner Grimes the other day. “from the way the weather looks I believe theres a deer over back of the mountain. Seems to me as if it was a buck, too.” “Well, pop." said Riah. “let's take the dog and go fetch tile deer in.” “Why, that's so!" exclaimed Abner, as if the suggestion was asudden revelation to him. “We can do that, can't we?" So he took down his gun, called the dog, and he and Uriah started for the mountain, three miles away. Riah carried no gun, it being his duty to handle the dog and drive for deer, while his father stood on the ridge at a runway and put lead in the deer when it came Ixninding bv him. But Uriah had a big hunting knife in a sheath at his side. “Start a huck. Riah. or a big doe," said Abner. “Don't waste time on any fawns.” 'Riah went off with the dog, and lie hadn't gone more than a hundred yards when the dog struck a trail and away he I went. 'Riah followed, and in less than ten rods came up with the dog. It might have been a deer track tin* dog had -truck, but if it was it had led plump up against a six foot bear, aud the six foot bear had his hack against a rock and his eyes on the dog. The latter, emboldened by the presence of his master, pitched into the I lear. The Ik*ar welcomed tin* dog to his embrace. gave him a couple of squeezes. *ml tossed him off with such vim and precision that his limp aud almost dessicated carcass just missed 'Riah's head. The dog was extremely dead. “S-a-a-a-y!” said 'Riah, speaking to the bear in a tone of remonstrance. “By Jim! That was pop'- best dog. and, I tell you, he’ll be madder'll thunder!" Just then Abner’s voice, mellowed by distance, but very distinct withal, came down through the woods from the runway up on the ridge. It said: “Hay, 'Riah! Come up here with that dog, quick!” “Well,” said Riah, still speaking to the bear, “if he "speeds me to carry that dog up this ridge lie's mistaken! But won’t he i»e madder'n thunder!” .VII this time the bear stood with hi-hack to the rock, ids eyes snapping, and his jaws dropping foam. 'Riah looked at the unjointed body of tin* dog, and then surveyed the proportions of its unterrified unjointed The latter got tired of waiting, and moved forw ard to clear the woods of ’Riah. Riah unsheathed his hunting knife and braced himself. “Hay, Riah!” came the voiceof Abner down from the ridge again, and this time there was impatience in it. “Why don't you come up with that infernal wolf. though he may run fast, has but a -light chance of scaping the short men who, on snow shoes, rush through the wood, dart down steep hills, and jump from ledges several yards in height. Each hunter does his best to outrun the others, for the wolf belongs to the Lapp who strikes the first Wow. As soon as the leading hunter is close enough to the wolf, he gives it a heavy Wow across the loins with his strong, spiked snow shoe staff, lf there are other i wolves to Ik* pur-ued, he kills it outright; if not, he disables it, and waits till aff the hunters have arrived, before giving the death stroke.—Y'onth's Companion. Mr. anti Mrs. .fetTecaon Davis. Tho bearing of the old couple toward each o|hor when the husband was nearly an octogenarian and the wife not far boll md him was that of the old school. Mr. Davis was as deferential to his wilt as if she were presiding at a tournament in the olden time. Mr. James Red path once visited the Davis home at Beauvoir, and thus s{K>ke of that home life: “Mrs. Davis is several years younger than her husband, but does not fear to speak of herself as an ’old lady.’ She ie quite as noteworthy a personage as her husband—a woman of large brain am) great heart, highly educated, of marvelous insight into character, with the rar~' »n versal tonal powers, bright, Drill-* witty and sympathetic. Mr. and I>ivi- have been married forty out their honeymoon does not to have reached its first quarter yet. and certainly there has never been an eclipse in its history. It was delightful to be a witness of their mutual affection and to hear t hem address each other.” est ct iant, Mrs. years seem John Bright’* Tombstone. The gravestone Iiich now marks the last vesting place of John Bright, in the Friends' graveyard at Rochdale, is remarkable for neatness aud simplicity, and just iii keeping with w hat he deaired should Im* placed at the head of tho grave of his late wife, ll is white marble, hut only two feet six inches in length and two feet in breadth, bordered with a plain groove all round the margin, and the lettering is of plain English characters. the wording being; “John Bright, died March 27. 1889. Age, 77 years." This simple record aud unadorned stone lies horizontally at the head of the grave, and soft green grass now covers the re-maunder. A similar slab of marble, of the same size. now marks the place by his side wit* re Ins late wife peacefully reposes, bearing the inscription: “Margaret Elizabeth Bright, died May 13, 1838. Age, 57 vears.”— New Y’ork Tribune. Hor.f -fnw. A Sandersville (Ga.) paper tells thin atorj . A few days ago a gentleman wa* driving in the vicinity of Long's bridge. He firmly held the lines over a splendid mare, while til*' mares colt conten redly trotted a mn..; I** hind. When BufhlBf creek Mas reached, repairs being on the bridge, the gentleman found he would have to drive through channel, m bidi was unusually deep, most swimming, and would swim colt. The mare w as driven in, and colt, not desiring a test of his swii qualities, reaxed up on his tender legs, gently placed his fore ones on box of the vehicle, back of the Heat, and was safely drawn across muddy stream, When the opposite bank was reached, lie gracefully bounded off with a whinny of satisfaction. I irninnUuitijtl KvMmm. bow Penner and Spacer them must have letter which preceded the * presenttstates water in which our own baptisms took I tl^t belts made of rattlesnake skins ace place. No one ever I bought of the place ] much worn by the young tadies*of Texas, and are a common artide-of a belle's Apparel.—Kansas City Times. tieing insecure, but my Presbyterian friend got a number of brethren on the stand with him that night, and among them was one very fat man—a regular mountain of flesh. The sermon went forward, and the preacher became excited as I never had seen him before. Baptism was Ins strong point, and he laid himself out for a great effort. He had perhaps reached his loftiest flight in the denunciation of immersion as the A Good Advertisement. It is customary to say that'when ta man survives threescore years*.and ten he is living on borrowed time. Some men at 75 consider themselves very youthful, and instances are not*uncommon of hale and vigorous men who Jack Lees than a decade of touching*par. They ’one baptism,' and announced with great I bad an old Indian from Monterey atvthe vigor that he had never immersed aeon-1 state board of trade not long«sinoe,.who vert and he never would: that he never had been immersed and nothing could induce him to l>e, and that lie would sweep the foolish formalism from the face of the earth! “Just at this point the fat man. too cramped in common chair to enjoy such welcome aud powerful doctrine, rose and started across behind the preacher. It was too much for the platform floor. At the very height of the minister s impassioned period down went pulpit, pastor and guard of honor with a crash and a splash into tile ample depths of the pool. " “Did it alter his views on baptism?" "No; but he said Presbyterian preaching on a Baptist platform was a mighty insecure business, and he soon went back to his own house of worship."—Chicago Herald. set up a claim of being 150 years-of age. He might have been younger—perhaps older—but at any rate he was a tiptop advertisement fortbe “glorioin -clornate,” although his complexion wassa trifle off color and his skin looked like«fche tanned hide of an alligator.—San Francisco Alta. The Aet of a Friend. Wittix—I did youa great.favor’.while I was waiting for you. Critix—Much obliged to you, cid man. What was it? ■Wittix—I cut the leaves of / Guabur’s book, which you slashed up so on your last review column. Critix—Thanks, awfully,— Harpera* Bazar. now.* “Terr little, as compared with former times, for the reason that ail tints can be obtained by hybridization. Cut white flowers are sometimes placed ip ink. and by absorption they take on a blue tint. And then roses are sometimes given a blue tint by placing about their roots iron dust from around anvils in blacksmiths’ shops. “I observed a strange thing recently. I had placed some hyacinths in water, and after they had stood for a while the color all left them. In handling the earthen pots in which they were placed, their departed color stock to my bands from the outside of the pots. The water, it seemed, had drawn the coloring mat-tar all out o< tbs flowers, and it bad aet-Had on tbs outside of the earthenware.” Hint* for Church Fair*. Take nine reasonable sized oysters— not too large—to each five gallons of Mater, and tie them up carefully in a cloth. If the fair is to continue only three davs, cheese cloth will do; but if it hold-a week and a large attendance is expected. it is better to use a good, heavy quality of duck. so that :he bivalves shall not lose their entire flavor the first few evenings. The most satisfactory financial results have been obtained from the above, and there is a local legend, pretty well authenticated, which relates tna^ a youth once murmured in an awe stricken whisper, after he had tasted such a mixture: “I think I fletect a flavor o* oyster! ’—Detroit Free Pre**. A Cure for Diphtheria. The following remedy wag discovered in Germany and is said to be the best known: At the first indication of diphtheria in the throat of a child make the room close: then take a tincup and pour into it a quantity of tar and turpentine, squal parts. Then hold the cup over a fire so as to fill the room. with fumes. The little patient, on inhaling theffumes, will congii up and spit out all the membranous matter, and the diphtheria will pass off. The fumes of the tar and turpentine loosen the matter in the throat, thus affording the relief that has baffled the skill of physicians.—New York Tel-I ?grain. Hi* Brid*’* Family. curious wedding has just Wonderfnl- An Englishman, traveling in Burmah, gives a laughable account of the astonishment with which the natives regarded his air pillow. The very ignorant, like the verv wise, find plentiful occasion for wonder in what to people in general seem only commem place objects and occurrences. I began blowing up my air pillow. The Billman nearest my corner, win) had been watching my preparations for bed with sleepy interest, sprang to life with a start as he saw the pillow increasing in bolk, and sat upright on his mat. “Ahmayr—“mother!” he exclaimed. ‘He nouns Gyee! po pawl Pohgner fellows! hook beret Look taken place at Lodz, Hungary. A young mac, 18 years of age and of good position, for some unaccountable reason married a poor widow with a numerous family. The “blushing” bride is in her seventy-fourth year! The “happy” bridegroom ha* now eleven stepsons and daughters, the oldest of whom is 53, besides tewenty-threo grandchildren and twenty-three great grandchildren—and all that at ISI “I haini got time to explain that to pop just now,” said ’Riah, in a eonfiden tial tone to the bear, “and I hain'tgoin’ to scare you bv hollerin' hack at him.’ The l>oar didn't seem to care whether Riah had time for explanation or not, and evidently wa$ a good way from any intention of bring scared. He reached out for 'Riah with one* fore paw. Riah lunged forward and socked the long blade of his knife in bruin s neck. Bruin countered on Riah s chest and sent him sprawling on the ground. The blood spurted from the hole the knife had bored in the bear's neck. As Riah fell the voice of th*1 hunter was again heard on the hill. “Hay, ’Riah! ’ it said. “Why in thunder don t you come up with that dog? Riah was too busy to answer just then, for he had all lo* could do to get to his feet before tile bear climl*ed on him. The boy and the bear had a lively tussle, but it Mas a short one. ’Hie first stab the bear received was fatal, and two other thrusts, equally good, let out still more blood, but when the bear fell in its death struggle/Riuh wa- tired out. He leaned up against a tree to get bis wind. T’nei\he heard hi- father coming down off of the ri«L< . crashing through the brush bio* a wild steer. “He's—mad!" panted Rial*. “Hay, Riah!” Abner shouted as he cam** down the hill. “What in thunder's tile matter? Wheres that dog? Why don t you come up with him? A buck bigger than a heifer went bv me, anti here I hain't got any dog? It ll be wuth twenty votes for me if I get that buck! Why don t you come up with that dog?' When Abner hove in sight he discovered Riah leaning against the tree .sobbing for M ind. He didn t see the bear that lay a few yards the other side. “What in the name of Nimrod is the matter with you?” he gasped. 'Rah pointed to the bear. “Holy smoke!” yelled Abner, and he made for the nearest tree. “He's—he »—dead,” panted Riah. “So it the dog. Thats the—reason—I didn't --come up—with him.” Then Abner looked the bear over and mioumed for the dog. “We wasn't hunting bear, ’Riah,” said hej.depre^ atmgly. “Deer was what we ala rted out to get. Still, we ll take home our*game. But you should have come up \ v itJ: that dog. 'Riah, and, great Caesar! what a-buck we d have got; wuth twenty votes* to me. ’ Ab.oer and Riah toted the bear home, And tfien Abner went out among hi-iriends*anri said: “Why don't you come over and see the slamuun big bear me and Riah killed?”  Sol'* Ridge Cor. New York Evening j Sun.    ____ “See laughing. One of worked off a joke.” “That s so, and I know that Spacer la' the guilty one.” “How do you know?” “Because he is doing most of laughing.”—New Y'ork Sun. The lifrman Fmpr«w* Crown. Emperor William has a much small head than his father and grandame the imperial crown, therefore, does; fit him. A new one was ordered sei months ago, and it was sent to on Monday, Get. 14. This new em! of sovereignty weighs less than ti pounds, although made of massive therefore th*1 bead beneath will not so uneasy after all. It is ornament with 109 diamonds, the ball which; mounts it consisting of a simple pol sapphire. Tin* empress is alto to have a crown as well as her lord and Th* re will Ik? less gold >a\ more stones. 1.500 diamonds of dfl sizes mixed with a few pearls.-Cor. JeweWs Weekly. Better Waste up. If such a monarchy as* that of Dom Pedro can be quietly overthrown and a republic proclaimed, the crowned heads of Europe had better wake up and boh the back door and ring for the patrol wagon. Ifs the handwriting on the wall.—Detroit Free Pre** . The first sawmafcexs’ anvil used in tile United States is in the ponession of E. Andrews, of Williamsport, Ba., whore (wfrprtrteA It A Roman Botrlwirof th* Tim* of Ant The Museum of Antiquities at Dm ban come into possession of an intel ing marble relief from Rome, re presell rn an ancient butcher, shop, oblong hajx*. and divided by a into two unequal parts. In the stands the butcher, with a high: ping block, resting on three sui legs. before birn, while behind him the steelyard and a cleaver, he hi being occupied in dividing a rib of with another cleaver. On the watt; him, just as with us, is a row of near to each other, on which! of meat already dressed; a rib meat, a pork joint and udd< of the Romans; also lungsand liv| iatt of ail, the favorite boar's the left, in tile smaller division shop, the wife of the butcher sits eaey ( hair. with an account book knees, engaged in assisting the of h»*r husband by acting as bool Her headdress |>oints to the time tonine.—Pittsburg Dispatch. Living Without m Head. Mr. Caldwell, of G< Huntington, tells of a rooster that persisting in living out in kis< under peculiar circumstances. evening of Get. 31 Mr. John Leahy ped off the heads of two roosters; the bodies lying in the woods! going out in the morning to pluck he found one standing and alive. Although minus the lion of tlie head it is living still, when Mr. Caldwell saw the fowl Saturday last it was apparently well and promises to become san] celebrated, as a young Brian O'Connor has purchased it, wards celling a half interest to a for |25, it is said, and they intend Lapp Wolf Hoot TheiSwidish Lapps live entirely with, tfx aud.upou their reindeer. A Lapp wha I on exhibition. The head is off a I owns attboosand deer isa very rich man:! distance from the ear, leaving Qty of boc as taxes are assessed upon th*1 num-1 anci a portion of the comb intact. A oer of deer. he is inclined to under, esti-1 ^on of the brain must also bo Ullinj I mate Ids.herd. The most dangerous ene-J since when the food is I nay to tbevhcrdjs the wolf. who. if dis-1 neck the gullet projects * po*ed. canikin-thirty deer in a night. A J placed in it quickly sw | band-of wolves can make a rich Lapp! ere are taking the best of poor.    I    —Montreal .Star. When*tile snow*ie deep and soft, and it is announced than w olf tracks have been J George Jennings, of New found a I seen in the*neighborhood of tile deer, the was fishing in W off creek and swiftest runners on snowshoes prepare line and went further up ^ ll for an exciting chase.    When.he returned he I The wolf may have a start of a mile or swallowed the minnow I two, but.the track it leaves in the deep, with the pole and U»eL soft snow" is so prominent that the hunt* up and c it at jr hear bret —si II    ♦*    ■* ;

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