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Burlington Hawk Eye (Newspaper) - March 5, 1890, Burlington, Iowa THE BUELINGTON HAWKEYE Established: June, 1819.]BURLINGTON, IOWA, WEDNESDAY MORNING, MARCH 5, 1&80.-EIGHT PAGES. [Price: 15 Cents per Week. LADY COPYISTS. SOME SOUND ADVICE FOB A8FIBA1T8 IN THAT LINE. Accuracy is More Essential Than Speed —Reasons Why Many Lose Their Places—Good Exults of a Little Thinking While Working. it may be interesting to the hundreds of young and middle aged women who are uneasy, or who feel that they must make their way in the world, and who look upon the life of a copyist as the most desirable and attractive one—in fact, as the ideal life—to hear from a few copyists, both inexperienced and experienced. So many have recently come to me for advice that I have concluded that it may be wise to publish in your paper a statement, showing the copyist’s life to be one not filled with continual sunshine and prosperity. I do not like to discourage, but it seems to me that women should understand before entering this profession—where skill, knowledge, art, exactness, perseverance and close application and faithfulness are required to make one a successful copyist—what capabilities are demanded at tho present time. A slipshod copyist does not stand the least shadow of a chance; should she be fortunate enough to fail into a position she will soon be dismissed. Before preparing one’s self to be a stenographer, typewriter or pen copyist one should consider well her fitness for such ! work. To play over the keys of a type- • writer at breakneck speed is not sufficient; one must think. A very rapid copyist is not satisfactory if she sacrifices neatness and accuracy to speed. If both can be combined, success is sure to follow. “Why, I can easily write ninety words a minute,” one bright eyed copyist said when I dropped into her employer’s office, where confusion reigned supreme. “Let me see your work, please,” said I. And out came a lively looking sheet of legal cap. I looked, said nothing for a moment, then concluded it was my duty to enlighten the self satisfied female. “Pretty fast work, to be sure," said I; “but don’t you have any style in the arrangement of your work?” “ Well, no, I guess not. I take it as It comes. I roust write fast, you know,and I can’t stop to plan.” “How about spelling, ray friend?” continued I, eager to draw her out that I might have an opportunity to suggest and help her. “Well,” she replied, “I am not much at spelling, but if a word is misspelled they draw a line through and write the correction above." “But," said I, “did you ever consider how a page—say a lawyer’s brief, which is to bo filed in court, and which is to be read by some judge and preserved for future use and reference—would look thus marred? I have had an opportunity to examine tho work of many copyists, I continued, “particularly work which has been prepared for the courts, and which has been brought to me to recopy, as it was 60 poorly done, and I have been amazed at the seeming lack or knowledge or carelessness, and I may say pride, shown by the copyist." “Just let me sit down at your machine and show you a page which I will do. If I write fast very good, but let me say that to be accurate is the first point I •hall try to keep in mind. Arrangement Is also important, aud one’s page© should at once strike the eye as artistic and carefully prepared. Not a word must be misspelled. There, in goes a fresh sheet. Now, time me. My heading first. Then we leave suitable space, say an inch, and continue our work. Wo will not lift the carriage every minute to see blunders; we will bo pretty sure to have the matter correctly in mind before we start, then go ahead. This lawyer doesn’t paragraph (written in a hurry, undoubtedly). Well, we must think a little and do this for him. Lawyers, as well as others, leave much for copyists to do; so one must have sufficient knowledge to make the document a correct one. When I say correct, I mean in tho matters referred to. We are not at liberty to cli ango the original wording. As before stated, accuracy is imperative; but we must paragraph and begin a new sentence with a capital. When a dash is used iii the original paper to represent a period, we are justified in using a period. I have never had any fault found when I have done this. Here is an expression which is evidently intended to bo emphasized, and this idea we can convey best by spacing between letters. I will do this aud see how the idea strikes you. Finished! Yes, and we have left just a neat space ut the bottom of our page. Out it comes. How much time? Well, only three minutes longer than you were; besides, we have dons some talking. How does the page look to you, my friend?” “Why! How could you do it so well?” she asked, looking quite dazed. “By thinking,” I replied. “Wcao you instructed in typewriting copying before entering the office?” I asked. “Oh, no! I picked it up.” “Been here long?” “No. just came. A busy place, you see. Gentlemen are out much of tile time and I am left to manage. I get $8 a week, and, if satisfactory, am to have more another month. Copyist who was here before mo left for a better position. The office boy tells me she did splendid work. Was trusted with everything, and was a real lady. She gets big pay now. Hope I shall sometime; but as I have a good home I am only working for pin money and can afford to work cheap." ou will certainly get good pay for good work; poor copyists, though cheap, are not going to take tile places of earnest, capable ones any longer," I replied, and bade her good morning. Later.—“Lost your position, my friend?” I inquired, as we met on the steps of one of our public buildings; “tell me about it.” “Those men.” she replied, “have no patience; expect me to know it all. Last copyist spoiled the place for me. They say she is coming back to them, and, what do you think? They are to pay her $18 per week! I”—Copyist in Boston Globe. __ A DEATHBED MARRIAGE., A Romantic Incident In the life of Copt* Henry FrongeL The serious illness of Police Capt. Frangel recalls an incident in Ilia life which his intimates have never forgotten. It is a bit of romance which he found much satisfaction in recounting. Capt Frangel was bom in Bavaria and educated liberally by his parents, who intended him for the ministry. His inclination was not for a religious calling, however, and to find a vocation suited to hie capacity and inclination he emigrated to fteawirn Capt Frangel was a very man when he arrived in St Louis, occupied several clerical positions, and st about tbs time of the outbreak of 'lawuwWJUtMMM ©curt, which held its sessions in the building now used by the fire department at Seventh and Olive streets. One day while at his duties in the court a regiment of volunteers passed going north. At that time the feeling between the northern and southern sympathizers was very strong. The Union party had the upper hand, but was not without fear of attack from southern sympathizers. As this regiment marched past the recorder’s court some one discharged a gun. Whether a gun had been fired accidentally in one of the houses near by, whether some one had fired from one of the houses of the soldiers, or whether one of the soldier’s guns had been discharged by its bearer is not now known. The soldiers believed they were being fired upon, and without orders fired in every and all directions. The principal fire w as directed at the recorder's court for some unexplained reason. The fire was at such short range that windows were shattered and brick walls pierced. For years the buildings showed signs of this >ttack. Other balls went as far as Seventh and Washington avenue, where they lodged in the buildings. Three of the bullets that entered the recorder’s court room struck Cap!. Frangel. Two passed through his body and one through his legs. Though supposed to be fatally wounded, he was taken to the hospital and carefully treated by the physicians in charge. He was engaged to be married, and the ceremony was to be performed in a few weeks. The wounded man’s fiancee, on hearing of his injury, hastened to the hospital, where she took her place at his bedside and remained tenderly caring for him until his recovery. At first it was thought he could not recover, and after a few days his recovery was said to be impossible. Then they were married, the nurse and the dying man. Mrs. Frangel was ft most attentive nurse, and under her ministrations her husband recovered. His cure was thought by the doctors to be almost miraculous.—St. Louis Post-Dispatch. A Canine Photographer. The latest trick in amateur photography is to have a trained dog who at a given signal will nm and pull a string, by means of which the slide of an Instantaneous camera is worked, so that his master may be taken in a group or alone as often as he pleases. It is of course necessary to start the creature at a distance sufficiently great to give the master time to rearrange his features after giving the word, but this is not a difficult thing to manage, and the young man who devised the trick has been exceedingly popular at the seaside hotel where he has passed the summer, as all the pretty and most of the plain young ladies in tho house were anxious to have their pictures taken by the agency of the clever little bull terrier which served ae his assistant. One is prepared for anything nowadays, and it may bo that it will not be long before the dogs are seen running about with detective cameras upon their own account. It would not be a bad idea to furnish a watch dog with a flash light detective camera, and thereby he may take tho picture of any villain who invades tho domain which he is set to guard. The picture would be an interesting piece of evidence in a trial for burglary, and if it did not carry a conviction it would not fail at least of producing a sensation.—Boston Courier. Kin]- Alexander and His Mother. There has been bo much romancing about tho hysterical grief of King Alexander “at not being allowed to see his mother” that it becomes necessary to recall that the king is not a mere child, but a full grown boy of 13, and, indeed, so precociously developed that he looks as English boys do at lo. He is of a calm disposition, bears himself with dignity, and would certainly never ask any favor of his tutor, Dr. Dokitch, or of one of the regents with crying or -ringing of hands. Had he manifested any strong desire to see his mother his wishes would have been granted, but from first to last the boy has been in complete understanding with bus father. He is very fond of his father, a fact which many who affect to pity him leave altogether out of reckoning. Ho is also thoroughly imbued with a sense of his position as king, and he is old enough to understand that his mother’s conduct may do him politically serious injury.—Vienna Dispatch to London Times. Public Clocks. The proper authorities of Berlin, Prussia, have resolved to set up clocks, after Mayrhofer’s system, on seventeen public places in that city, the places to be designated hereafter. The cost per clock has been fixed at 4,000 marks, and its attendance 070 marks per annum. The gas for lighting the dial, as well as the water necessary for actuating, will be furnished by tho city free of charge. Jewelers’ Circular. WORK DAY IN BUFE. centum was attracted ny tne sound of aa organelle before a museum, whose front was pasted over with glaring posters, covered with pictures of an enormous LOSSES AND WEADE! THAN IAN CAN I WELL STAID    I    tenting a very taking picture to the eye. “Having nothing special to do I thought I would while away the time Official Reports for All Continental! *>7 **^5 a loot at the show. So pay roll® tries—Ten Hours Is a Short Day’s V?t>rk —Women Work Ten Hoars and Men More. Afraid of Darkness. A millionaire, who has just died at Vienna, had such an antipathy to dark ness that he has actually left instructions in his will for the illumination of his last resting place. An electric light is to be kept burning in the vault during a whole year, and even the interior of the coffin is to be electrically lighted. The expenses are to be defrayed by a special bequest of 20,000 marks.—San grandson Chronicle.____ line* to m Life Gone Oat. Tall and graceful and slim you were With your slender waist and your perfect heed; Never was one of your race more fair, Yet there you are lying, cold and deed. Your boart was cold for many a day, You wore lovely as light, and as pure aafiTft And only when kindled to flame did a ray Of your heart's hidden heat answer my delta. Yet you lived for me, and for me alone You gave your life when the time was ripe; If you were but a match, yet your glory shoot Aa your last spark of life lit my brierwood pipe!    —Munsey's Weekly. An Authority on Value*. Mrs. Chasuble—Alban, a ragman came around this morning, and I sold him a couple of barrels of your old sermons that I found down cellar for four dollars. Tho Rev. Alban Chasuble—Four dollars! My dear woman, those sermons were worth thousands. Mrs. Chasuble — Well, the ragman wouldn’t give any more for them.— Pock.  _ Wise by Experience. Mr. Case (who has married his typewriter)—Well, my dear, I suppose I must be looking around for somebody to take your place in the office. Mrs. Case—Yes; I have been thinking of that. My cousin is just out of school. Mr. Case—What’s her name? Mrs. Case (sweetly)—John Henry Brisses.—Puck. I Wasted a Ult.     1 “Can you give a poor fellow a Eft?" said the tramp as he stopped at the elevator works. “Well, if that isn’t cool gall," said Hie clerk. “Why don’t you go ore to the shipyard and ask *m to give you an A return just issued in pursuance of an address from the house of commons throw s considerable light on the question of working hours in Europe. In France the hours of adult labor are regulated by a series of decrees, of which the earliest, promulgated September, 1848, enacts that the workingman’s day in manufactories and mills shall not exceed twelve hours of “effective” or actual labor. A decree issued in May, 1831, made exceptions, so that more hours might be w orked in certain trades. In 1885 a circular was issued stating that the limit of twelve hours per diem was not to bo imposed w here hand power was employed, but was to be confined to manufactories and mills in which the motive power was machinery. No workshops were to come under the clauses of the act that did not employ more than twenty hands in any one shed. The report says: “It is likewise to be borne in mind that there is in France no compulsory observance of Sunday, and no day of habitual rest.” “EFFECTIVE LABOR.” The reports of the French inspectors of labor appear to show that the act of 1848 is very loosely interpreted. It is even doubtful whether the section limiting the actual working day to twelve hours was intended to include or exclude hours of rest. Practically, the legal time is made to exclude rest. This makes the working day so much the longer. Thus, one of the French inspectors states that the hours of attendance in factories under the act of 1848 are from 5 in the morning until 7 in the evening, ora total of fourteen hours, out of which there are twelve hours of “effective labor.” But the same authority also states that “effective” time often extends to thirteen and fourteen hours in many weaving establishments. Finally, we are told that, “aa a rule,” it may be taken that Frenchmen employed in factories are present in the shops at least fourteen hours out of every twenty-four. Among the countries having no laws affecting the hours of adult labor, Ger many is conspicuous. Employers, however, cannot force their servants to work on Sundays and feast days. Employment of youthful or female labor in cer tain kinds of factories, which is attended with special danger to health or morals, is forbidden, or made conditional on certain regulations, by which night labor for female workpeople is especially forbidden. In Germany, as in other countries also, women may not be employed in factories for a certain time after childbirth. In Hesse-Darmstadt the medium duration of labor is from ten to twelve hours; the cases in which the latter time is exceeded being, however, more fro qucnt than those in which tho former is not exceeded. The normal work day throughout Saxony in all the principal branches of industry is from C a. rn. to 7 p. rn., with half an hour for breakfast, an hour for dinner and half an hour for supper. In the manufacturing industry there are departures from these hours, the period of work in spinning and weaving mills not infrequently being twelve hours. EXTENSIVE LEGISLATION. In Austria the law provides that the duration of work for factory hands shall not exceed eleven hours out of the twenty-four, “exclusive” of the periods of rest. These are not to be less in the aggregate than an hour and a half. The rule can be modified by the minister of commerce, in conjunction with the minister of the interior, allowing longer hours. The hours have been so extended to twelve hours in certain industries, such as spinning mills, and even to thirteen in silk manufactories. Sunday rest is enforced. In Hungary there is no limit laid down by law, but the hours are not generally longer than in Austria. Concerning the actual hours of adult labor in Belgium, some difficulty is said to be experienced in getting at the facts. The evidence given before a Belgian royal commission showed that railway guards are sometimes on duty for fifteen and even nineteen and a half hours at a stretch; and the Brussels tramway drivers are at work from fifteen to seventeen hours daily, with a rest of only an hour and a half at noon. Brickmakers work during the summer months sixteen hours a day. In the sugar refineries the average hours are from twelve to thirteen for men and from nine to ten for women. The cabinetmakers, both at Ghent and Brussels, assert that they have often to work seventeen hours a day. In Switzerland the law provides that a normal working day shall not exceed eleven hours, reduced on Saturdays and public holidays to ten. Power is reserved for prolonging the working day in certain circumstances. Except in cases of absolute necessity Sunday labor is prohibited, and in establishments where uninterrupted labor is required each working hand must have one free Sunday out of two. Women cannot under any circumstances be employed in night or Sunday labor. Italy has not legislated for adults, but has made regulations for child labor. Sweden is in the same position. Spain and Portugal have done nothing. The general rule in the latter country, applying to old and young, is to work from sunrise to sunset, an hour and a half being allowed for meals. In the Netherlands a law was recently promulgated to prevent excessive and dangerous work by grown ap women and young persons. In Turkey the working day lasts from sunrise to sunset, with certain intervals for repose and refreshment. In Russia, where there are no laws affecting the hours of adult labor, the normal working day in industrial establishments averages twelve hours.—St. James’ Gazette. A BOWERY FAKE SHOW. ta Way is Which th* Gollele** fMiMjw is Sometimes Talma In. “Why don’t the newspapers get after some of those fake shows on Hie Bowery?" asked a policeman stationed near fThatham square yesterday of a reporter. “I was stopped two days ago," continued the officer, “while going my rounds by a man who said his name was Smith, and be was the president of an agricultural college somewhere down south. He was very much excited, and said t>*a* he had just had a narrow cape from boing robbed to a dime nm-■earn. I asked him for the particulars tail Im gave them to me as follows: “I was passing along the Bowery," MSMTm BUTE AID BAT ANECDOTES BELATED IT CHICAGO CLEBQTMEI. tog my ten cents I was let in to see the sights. The first thing I saw was the two-headed lamb. It was stuffed, and looked mightily like a clumsy attempt to fasten two lamb’s heads upon one body. Even if the two heads had originally grown there, it was not much of a thing to see. I looked around next to find the fat woman. Not seeing her, I asked of a man, who was following me around, and who seemed to be in charge, where the fat woman was. ‘She has just gone out,’ said he. ‘And the negro who is changing his color?* ‘He was sick today and didn’t come down.’ “I now saw I was sold,” continued Mr. Bmith, “and was on the point of coming oui when I noticed a man behind me Btep up to borne sort of an instrument and blow into it. ‘He’s testing his lungs,’ said the man who had told me about the absence of the fat woman, seeing that I displayed a little interest in the operation. Now step up and try your lung power,’ said my informer. I told him that I didn't care anything about it, but, as he seemed so persistent, to get rid of him I blew into the machine. While I was doing so he took out a card and filled it oat with a lead pencil and gave it to the first man, who hurriedly took it and thrust a quarter into the man’s hand. He then hastily took out another card, filled it out and passed it to me, saying, ‘Here is the record of your lungs. A quarter, please.’ In reply I told him I did not want his card and didn t intend to give him any quarter, either. ‘Why, you saw this man give me a quarter for testing his lungs, and you can’t expect me to test yours for nothing, do you?’ said the man angrily. While he was speaking, I happened to look into the face of the man who had given the quarter, and at a glance I saw he was the ticket seller at the entrance to the show. I knew now that I had a set of sharpers to deal with, and determined to put on a bold front. So slipping my hand into my hip pocket a3 if I had a pistol there I said: If you look at that card you’ll find that my lung power is good, and if you’ll come another step nearer you will find that my ability to take care of myself is equally good.’ While I was speaking I gradually worked my way to the door, and before they could recover from their surprise at my bluff I had opened it and was out on the street. I honestly believe,” continued Mr. Smith, “that those men intended to rob me, and w ould have done so if I had shown the white feather.” ‘After Mr. Smith told me his story,” continued the policeman, “I asked him if he wanted to make a complaint against the show* people, but he said that he did not, as he did not care to have his name appear in the papers, and thus have his friends learn that he had been to such a place. “That's the way with people,” said the policeman; “they will never complain against the folks who try to swindle them, and the latter know it, and are all the bolder in consequence.” The reporter himself afterward went into tins show, saw the stuffed lamb, learned that the fat woman was still out and that the negro had not yet recovered from his sickness; but, owing to the fact that there were others in the room besides the show people, he didn’t get a chance to have his lungs tested.—New York News. Running Amuck la Borneo. A curious case of amuck took place recently at Sandakan, the capital of British North Borneo. The governor held a durbar at Government house, at Mfhicli about one hundred and fifty native chiefs w’ere present. At the close of the meeting outdoor sports were held, and during the progress of these one of the men became excitcn, drew his sword, and began to attack every one in his way. He first cut and slashed at an Englishman who was not looking toward him, and then pursued his way rapidly through the crow d, hitting right and left. He missed another European, wounded two Sikhs, and rushed at a Sikh sergeant major, who, having a stick in his hand, struck the man's forearm and forced him to drop his sword. He was then seized, put in irons, and his disastrous progress thus terminated.—London Times. The Church Member tyke Didn’t Recognize Her Own Pastor—The Way the Preacher Found the Waiting Couple—Baptism, Etc* “Now and men,” said a Metiiodist preacher from the West Side, “a church communicant is not a living exponent of truth and charity. I found that out in an amusing way some yeans ago while preaching at a church on the North Side. Rev. Mr. D-, of th© Illinois conference. and I had arranged to exchange pulpits on a certain Sunday, and the axqpounce-tnent was made at the Wednesday evening prayer meeting previous. It happened that something came up later in the week which made it necessary to postpone the exchange, and so I appeared in my 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 Vhat 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 would be made and came to church promptly, but she had been absent so long that she really didn’t know her own minister when she saw him.” WEDDING SIGNS. “These stories about weddings,” said Rev. J. P. Brushingliam, “have a serious side, notwithstanding the fact it is usually overlooked. One time I was engaged to marry a young couple, and when the evening came I found their address had been mislaid. be found high or low. knew within a block of where the place i ltoeir Alte a £ntn was and resolved I would start out and BCene* "he C1T try and find it. My wife said aa I left, in a spirit of raillery at my carelessness, ‘You'll know the 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 i3 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 now many cases the crape had better be shown when weddings occur, and to how many persons death should be welcomed with flowers. You know when Beecher died he requested. that no gloom be thrown on the event by sable trappings, but that flowers in profusion should mark nis translation to a better land.” “But did you find your waiting couple that night, Mr. Brushiugham?” “Oh, yes. Wedding parties never get lost.” THE ARGUMENT INTERRUPTED. This isn’t a funny story,” said the Baptist minister, “but it is a true one. Before I came to Chicago I was preaching at Lincoln. That was years ago, {md the town was not so well supplied with churches as it is now. A Presbyterian How to Know a Bird. To know the name of a bird is of comparatively little value; to know to what class he belongs is of no great moment; in short, to know him from the scientific standpoint amounts to little so far as the child is concerned. If he becomes a specialist he will learn all this quickly in later life. But to love birds, and to form habits of observation sufficient to watch carefully every bird, is worth as much as any branch of study. No training of the ear is better than that which comes from listening to the song of birds; no training in color knowledge is better than dis crimination of their hues and lints; no better form study than appreciation of their shape; no better discipline in the study of motion than in the study of their hopping, pecking and flying. Journal of Education. “Mrs. Hashleig^^^^^^^^ the im pecunious boarder, “will you kindly put up a few of your home made biscuits foi me as a lunch? I will not be here to dinner today.” “I thought, Mr. Jones,” said the landlady sarcastically, “that you said my biscuits were too heavy for a camel to digest.” “Well,” said Jones, “you see Tm going on a yacht today for the first time, and want something to eat that I can rely upon.”—Time. Native Modesty. Two tramps were disnuflmng a recent hanging. “Well, I can't say I want any of it to mine." “Yes; the sensation can't be what feller might call ‘evenly.* ” “Oh, ’tain’t the pain as Tm afeerd en; ifs the bloomin’ exposure before the anjence.”—Judge. Old Eamsfa to Quit. Intrepid Stanley! Cease to roam And bring your gray hairs safely boca*. We're very much obliged to you For proving the Gheegheelahyuh Flows through the Ooi&hkoolah land Of Warasura's bloody band. Aud that the roaring Ah TVs rn ar Flows dear across and half way back. You've done real well for a beginner, Come home and eat a hearty dinner. Generosity. First Urchin—Eve got something yon hato’t got. Second Urchin—Gimme half, will yef First Urchin—Yes; I guess you can have it alk Second Urchin—What Is it? Sat Urchin—jninj 111 ijli A . fignrh curves of me quiet coves and rounding the many points that jut into the lake on both fides. He keeps his line in about twenty feet of water, and uses no stoker, or, if any, a light one. The bait must be constantly lively on the hook, osr the bass will not come near it. At night the fisherman seeks places where the water is forty or fifty feet deep. Inroad of a single hook and a live bait he uses a gang of at least ten hooks, tied in pairs an inch apart. They are tied to strong gut, and are but little larger than an ordinary trout fly hook. The bait used is golden shiner, which is caught in the lake. It is hooked to the gang at the lip and tail, in a curve, so that when it is trolled through the water the bait will whirl, the shiner, of course, being dead. Where the leader, six feet long, and the line are joined another line is attached. This is six or eight feet long. To its pendant end is attached a half pound lead sinker. This is let to the bottom. The gang and shiner play in the water the length of the sinker line above the bottom. This rig is used at the end of Iou feet of line. The boat drifts or is rowed very slowly. The black bass that are caught by this peculiar tackle in the great depth of water where it is used are always immense specimens. A catch of twenty made by Doc Stephens at Bluff Point the other night weighed sixty-five pounds. The same rig has been tried time and again in the due time, but with little success. Bluff Point, a bold promontory rising more than 800 feet above the lake, at the junction of the lake proper and its west branch, is the favorite locality for night bass fishing. The shores are rocky and the water deep. If a person is rugged and tough, and likesadashof the weird and uncanny mingled with his surroundings, he will enjoy black bass fishing at night on Lake Keuka. There is a chill in the wind that disturbs the lake’s surface that goes straight to the marrow. The numbness of fingers that follows the handling of a wet line. and tile adjusting anew of a bait is not calculated to give joy to the It ^ould*not • orJinary angler. The shadows of Bluff However I ‘ are dark, and the front of the bluff ' itself rises like a grim specter on the start out and 8cene* . The CT? of the loon’ waiUng* demoniacal, blood curdling, sometimes bursting upon one almost at his side, and then coming from afar with the chasing waves, is among the attendant diversions, and one that does not add much to the cheerfulness of the surroundings, nor add zest to the sport. That this novel way of bass fishing is popular on Lake Keuka, however, was well testified to the other night, when no less than fifty boats were drifting about in the shadows off Blue Point, each containing from one to three fishermen. The catch of big bass that night ran far up into the hundreds. Ordinary everyday black bass fishing, always excellent on Lake Keuka, was never better than it is this fall.—Hammondsport Cor. New York Sun. LAST DF TEE AZTECS. tell an agent that we printed “about a thousand copies." After that, however, there was one chap who gave us trouble. He was an agent for old Dan Rice, and STBAN6E PEOPLE AND FBACTiCES FOC.HDj £    £    £££ IN SOUTHERN HIP. A Wonderfal Pyramid Is Found entered With Fantastic Hieroglyphic -Thousands of >kalls Adorn Its Interior—Experiences, ? to l»e the remnant of the great ; jurt getting ready 1 ace. who formerly inhabited the j ou^ pag^s, and as he >f this southwestern country. uaed to a *'Washington” h iys: “I nm at present, to the best a quarter .o pull the edi minister was holding a revival service in his church, and his audiences were so urge he could not accommodate them. He 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 three sermons on baptism, but felt embarrassed, as he was in the house of a denomination from which he radically differed on that subject. I told him to go ahead bis own way just as if he 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 water in which our own baptisms took place. No one ever thought of the place being insecure, but my Presbyterian friend got a number of brethren on the stand with him that night, and among them was one very tut man—a regular mountain of flesh. The sermon went forward, and the preacher became excited as I never had seen him bv fore. Baptism was his strong poinr, and he laid himself out for a great effort. He had perhaps reached Ids loftiest flight in the denunciation of immersion as the ‘one baptism,’and announced with great vigor that he had never immersed a convert and lie never would: that he never had been immersed and nothing coulfl induce him to be, and that he would sweep the foolish formalism from the face of the earth! “Just at this point the fat man, too crauqjed in common chair to enjoy such welcome and powerful doctrine, rose and started across behind tho 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 the ample depths of the pool.” “Did it alter his views on baptism?" “No; but be 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. Hints for Charon Fain. Take nine reasonable sized oysters— not too large—to each five gallons of water, and tie them up carefully in a cloth. If the fair is to continue only three days, cheese cloth will do; but if it holds a week and a large attendance is expected, it is better to use a good, heavy quality of duck, so that the 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 that a youth once murmured to an awe stricken whisper, after he had tasted such a mixture: “I think I detect a flavor of oyster!”—Detroit Free Pr— BLACK BAbS BY NIGHT. Keota Fishermen Have a Singular Way of Catching Them. Black bass fishing by night during the fall is a sport peculiar to Lake Keuka, it being ffiie belief of the fishermen along the lake, which results would seem to justify, that the biggest black bas do their feeding at night during that son. The bass evidently have peculiar Ideas, too, about what they are willing to try to the way of something to eat at nigh! In fishing for black bass during the day the angler on Keuka is particular to have the choicestof live bait— minnows, crawfish or dobson. Minnows are the bait moat used. The fishermen drifts slowly to baa tbs atoaoM. flailmdam the The Hats Took the Morning Paper. A family of rats here have amazingly disturbed the family in whose cellar they dwelt. For several days in succession the morning paper, which was left upon the front steps of the house early every morning, was missing. Complaint was made at the office of the paper, and it was found that the sheet had been properly delivered right along. Some days later a neighbor, who had arisen early in the morning, happening to look out of his window, saw two large rats upon the doorstep of the house opposite. He watched their movements for a while, and saw them take the morning paper and disappear with it under the piazza. He reported what he had seen, and an investigation showed that the rats had burrowed down from beneath the porch to the cellar, and, in a secluded spot, had built a nest and were rearing a promising batch of young. The nest was constructed out of Hartford morning newspapers.—Hartford Telegram. Moving a Bridge. The Norwich Bulletin says recently the Pennsylvania railroad wanted a big iron bridge, 258 feet long and weighing 25.000 tons, moved from it3 place over Mill Creek, near Lancaster, to a new site forty-five feet away. Master Carpenter Beard took the job. He had IOO men to help him. He made his preparations leisurely, and, when the last train had passed over the bridge, with his hundred men and his trestles, rollers, jacks and cranes he set to work. In just (if ty-eight minutes from the time the work began the bridge was in its new place and a freight train of such size as to require two locomotives was passing over it. Now the ancients couldn’t have done that in the same time if they had had 10.000 men. What we know about iron and its uses and how to work it is worth more to the world than ah the lost arts of all past ages combined. Very Funny, Indeed. Two very humorous boys are in jail at Burlington, la. They had a tame crane and a funny idea. The idea was to catch another smaller boy and hold him while they made the crane peck at him. They did this, and the crane pecked out one of the small boy’s eyes. The judge sent the boys to jail for fifteen and thirty days. When they get out the victim of their humor ought to organize a posse and capture them and tie them up and have a little fun with the crane himself This would appeal strongly to their moral natures.- Chicago Mail. a. correspondent of the Lily ct Mexico Two Republics states that he has discovered a peculiar people in the extreme southern pdrtien of Mexico whom he believes to lie the remnant of the great Aztec race whole of He sa of my judgment, about 150 miles southeast of tile Batuque ruins, but whether in the state of Chiapas or Tabasco, or in the republic cf Guatemala, I am unable to say.” He became lost in the tropical fores*, when, coming to a beaten path, he followed it until he found himself to a peopled town, whose inhabitants were entirely different from those lie had ever seen in Mexico, in customs, dress, houses, temples and language. These people took him for a God. He says: “I fronted to the east aud pointed to the sun. They seemed to understand by it that I it was for whom for ages their forefathers had waited. In the center of a doub1*' line of priests, with my servants behind me, I was escorted to a large truncated pyramid which hithertofore had been obscured from my sight by tile vegetation. Ti e great mass of rock, which I afterwards measured, covered several acres of land, with a perpendicular height of 150 feet. Its truncated aj>ex being fully 200 feet square. A broad staircase leads from the ground to the two large temples surmounting it. The other throe sides are covered with anaglyphs sculptured in unshapely way, but speaking a record of years. This monster pyramid is inclosed with a high fence of solid masonry, and is topped with a peculiar network of tfer-pents. Within it are two mammoth one story buildings of block granite, covered with fantastic hieroglyphs. Thousands of skulls in separate niches adorn their inner sides—being, in a tford, veritable Golgothas. These are the charnel houses where for centuries tho heads of tho victims of festal sacrifices have been gathered. I was, with my servants, taken to one side of the pyramid, which was pierced with a tunnel. In this opening we were ed by the priests. Our way was lighted by cocoa nut shell lamps, which revealed to us other tunnels branching from the one we were traversing. About midway of the pyramids, I should judge, we came into a spacious vaulted chamber which was brilliantly illuminated from the roof, which was many feet above us. About the room were scattered instruments made of copper not known to me. The walls were lined with discs of precious metals, studded with emeralds and other stones common to the Aztec period. Manifesting that I was hungry, I was surprised to see a priest step to the center of the chamber and ilia modulated voice issue a number of commands. In a moment afterwards there appeared upon a copper table without any one being near it a peculiarly shell shaped server loaded with fruit. The table was supported by only one leg, and how the fruit reached its destination without being placed there by human hands is a mystery. My mozos wert badly soared by what had occurred since we entered the town and they did not relinquish their vigilance for a moment and eyed one another curiously after the fruit teat. I must sav that I was astonished, but having before seen such magical doings it did not impress me with such awe, though it did cause me surprise. By a sign I told the priests I desired to be alone with my men. Great was my astonishment when one of them led me to a highly polished piece of metal and indicated to me that by placing my hands upon it I could when I desired both see and communicate with them by signs. He touched his fingers, by way of explanation, to it and the whole town was pictured upon the metal. I saw about the streets, which were laid out with due precision tothecardinai points, the inhabitants offering up prayers with their heads inclined to the east. I motioned to the priest to have them arise. He spoke into an aperture near at hand in a whisper, but a voice, which must have been echoed Lu thunder tones from an instrument on the outside, w’as heard in its rev jr bat ions through the pyramid tunnel to our chamber. The people aro„e. TLie priest, with many bows, conducted me to a ball that hung in mid air in the central part of the chamber. He put it to my ear. I stopped back amazed. The side pages. While he didn't get to see it, he knocked our regular $40 ad. down to $30, and he had no sooner gone than we began to plan to beat him next season. About the time he was expected wa got an extra bundle of paper, fixed it with tile landlord of the hotel to notify | us, and the idea w as to wet down enough to show a full thousand copies. We were daily expecting a call, when an old tramp printer slouched into tho office one morning and asked for a job. We were just getting ready to work off the he said he was he was offered edition. I was at the roller, and I soon saw that he knew his business. He could “fly” and “point" his sheets with surprising dexterity, and he brought the lever around with a “chuck” which made things shake. In two hours lie reached the bottom sheet and turned to the publisher with: “Is this all?** “Yes, that’s all.” “I make the pile four hundred and fifty.” “It’s about four h„ Hired and eighty. Here's your quarter, and tM?rhaps I’ll let you se t up an auction bill this af temoon.”, When afternoon came in walked tbs circus agent, looking as Jim Dandy as you please. We took one look at him and fainted. Tie was the identical chap no the press work of the hen we recovered conscious-holding out his blistered Hero Worship. A Parisian gentleman, somewhat blase with the delights and fatigues of the gay capital, took train for Geneva, where he went to look at apartments to the Rue de Paris, says an exchange. The landlady enumerated in lavish terms the advantages of her establishment, saying among Other things: “This room was once occupied by Jean Jacques Rousseau." “You don’t say aor “It is perfectly true. The place is left just aa it stood to tbs Eighteenth century." “What a joker “This is the table on which the great men wrote the ‘Village Soothsayer.’" “Oh, ohT “That is the cupboard to which he kept his linen.” “Really?" “There is the armchair in which he used to si, the clock which told him the tiota Lastly, monsieur, yonder is his bed." “Oh, hut I do bops they have changed the sheetsT “I have a great mind to go to the dab to-night," said Mr. J— to his wife. “What?" she replied, with surprise. “I have a great mind to go to tbs sinh to-night." * “Whoael" “Whose what?" “Whose great mtodT “Why, my own, of course, “Ob!” And Hie rising inflection ahs gars the ejaculation was very provoking to a aaa of fins traitor—London Tut* Bito noise as of a thousand voices I heard in the brief moment that I had the peculiarly constructed globe to my ear. From thin time on I was positive in my belief that the Aztecs were the masters of electricity; that they controlled the electri-( a1 currents in tho lit, which did their bidding better than our system of wire-. 11 one corner of the room I saw a large urn, in which there appeared to be earth. I approached it, but was warned away bv the priest, who indicated to me that if I touched it I would die. I understood in a moment that It was the great positive battery that worked in connection with the earth negative. No liquids or wire connected it with any place. I was left by my priest friends, who moved out of the* great hall backwards, with their hands projecting on a level with their heads toward me. My mozos, whoee ignorance of science made them superstitious, as scion as the departure of the white robed men had taken place, beseeched me to leave the pyramid at once, but I protested against such a move, believing it worth our lives to attempt it so soon. I explains! the situation, telling them to wait a day or two and I would deliver them from danger, and they agreed with me. I was enabled to keep my promise on the following day. after we Lad seen ranwj interesting sights. I fully intended to release my serv ants on the following day and take chances with these strange people, who, I am convinced, are the last of the I may be anie to fathom their Seca    od ta tVjQ rriIOtrSci b&.J penetrate the mystery of Plato’s I BEATING A CIRCUS AGE? ts. w ho liad morning, ne^s he w as bauds and saying: “I’ll till out a contract at $l8and leave six tickets. Sorry fhr you, gentlemen, hut perhaps you can get rid of that extra bundle of paper by discounting liberally on the price. I’m working this little racket all along the line, and it’s curious how first the circulation of the papers gets below live hundred.”—New Yack Sun. Helen’s Speculations. Little Helen, three years old, wakes up in the night and asks lier mother to light the gas to see if it is daylight. Recently she went to buy Christmas presents, and at night she said to her father, “Papa, I will not tell you what I bought for you today; I bought you a scrap basket, but I n-m not going to Ldl you about it.” This same little girl wants to know if her mamma bought her at the store, and if sho was a toy, and if she was wrapped up in a paper or done up in a box.— Judge. Stay-tU-Umn r*. A Chinese tea mere hant in a small town in California came home from San Francisco one day with his new’ wife, for whom, according to custom, ho had paid a great amount. It soon appeared that she was as proud of the trade as he was. Ah Loo permitted the wife and daughter of his chief customer, Squire Hadley, to pay his young wife a visit of courtesy —an unusual privilege. ‘How do you like our little city, Mrs. All Lee?” asked Mrs. Hadley; “it must seem very quiet here after noisy San Francisco.” “Mo no hear heap noise® down Sa’ Fan’sco,” replied Mrs. Ah Lee with dignity. “I suppose not,” said Dora Hadley. “Your women and girls are not allowed to go about in the way we do. I should think you'd just hunger and thirst to go shopping and buy things; don’t you ever? You no buyee, no shoppe©?” There was a light of pride in the dark, almond eyes, a haughty turn to the queer shaped head, and Mrs. Ah Lee replied with feminine emphasis: “Melican lady walk, walk, walk; boy heap drosses; spend heap dollars. Chinaman lady coat heap dollars, for why Chinaman lady stay by she.”—Chicago lieraki.    _ In tb* Lobby. [Op+’ra just over.] “So delightful, was it not? I felt no anxious to hoar the new tenor that I”-- “Isn’t he, really? We heard him first in’- “Did you, indeed? That, they say, is his greatest crea• “His very greab^st; but then, I limply adore Wag”- “Ob, Wag”- “Wag”- “Wagner. The moonlight on the”-- “And the groupings; soeffective. Such fresh young faces in the cho”— “That is where the charm of his canion lies. You seldom find in choruses”- “Almost never on the American stage. But then, an a nation we are sadly deficient ic mn"- “Deplorably So. Ah, oat carriage has”- “And so Las oars. Good-night; yon must co”- “I certainly shall. Good-night.”—ll S. B. in Judge. The Sod Experience of rn Wily Man and Iii* Scbemfl Tbs weekly paper on which I learned my trade was situated to a town which no circus going west ever skipped. We tiled to count on those circus ads. aa regularly as we did on the holidays, and for yean and years We were without a break. They were cash, cd course, outside of the dozen free tickets which the agent left, and the money polled the publisher through a tight place more than once. Oar object was, of course, to get as high a rate as possible, and to get a high rate we had to boom the circulation, It beld steady at about 450, and for the first floor Man it was mfltokat to Self Raeriflce Could No Farther Oh*. Srnif kina is stupidity and conceit roiled into one. “That imbecile,” said some one, referring to him, “spends his tkue in fifing to put the fool s cap on the her is od other people.” “But how great a risk he rims." was the sarcastic reply, “of catching cold himself.”—Judge. A Very Hard Nam*. McFingie—See that man over there? He has the hardest name in the city to forge. Mc Bangle—Does he write a very difficult hand to imitate? “No; his name is Steele.”—Lawrence American. Faithful to tim Present. “Which do you prefer, Mr. Youngblood, brunettes or blondes?* **irAd a leaguing belle, and he replied. “It depends altogether on which Tm with.”—Somerville Journal. He Carried Hi* Lochs Hook*. Barber—How would you ll La to have your hair cut, sir? Customer—With scissors, sir! Didy® dpoee I wanted it done with a table-knife?—Pock. Quoit Jessie—Pm sure Charlie loves me, but lie’s afraid to propose. Bessie—Well, that shouldn't surprise you at alb—New York Sun. Generous. Poetess—I have here a little the only one I ever wrote, and- Editor (grandly)—Keep it, my dear madam, keep it- I would not deprive you of it for the world.—Harper’s Bihi Unaffected Grief. ___ She—I’m sorry to see this. < What Is George Boecomb using mourning cards for?    ._ He—That wealthy unci# of his he# toto xecovarad.—Hfuggff3*Atoto ;