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Burlington Hawk Eye (Newspaper) - March 9, 1890, Burlington, Iowa PART one.I THE BURLINGTON HAW Wa k r i L-. E IY1 E Established: June, 1819 ]BURLINGTON, IOWA, SUNDA* MORNING, MARCH 9, 1&90.-EIGHT PAGES. [Prick: 15 Cknts pbr Wuk. UAL Si CfifilSIWE TERBONE HERUM OM SHOES AMD THEIR WEARERS. Ab OM Fable—How a Certain Saltan Hemmed That the Earth be Covered With Leather That His Feet Might Not be Bruised. [Copyright, WJO.] oer lain .■sui tan. who lived before the invention of s h o e ti , r?" was once h troll ing through tile pleasure grounds of his palace when lie struck his foot against a sharp jointed pebble, which had been o v e r I Golfed by the department of public works. Not only was the royal toe bruised, but the royal temper was irritated. Summoning the grand vizier to him, tin? commander of the faithful issued an edict that within twenty-four hours the whole earth was to be covered with leather, in order to preclude tile possibility of the recurrence of a second catastrophe like that from which tile lord of the harem was now suffering. Should the royal mandate not be obeyed, elf with tie* heads of ail the chg.*!' officers of the court! For a while great consternation reigned in ministerial circles. Leather was scarce, even had the time not failed to do much wit Ii it in the line of covering the earth. Yet the sultan was a man of his word when executions were in order. Finally, some oue—probably the court jester, if there was one—had a brilliant idea. As the result of this the great potentate was waited upon at the expiration of the appointed time by a bowing and scraping committee, who, with all due respect, presented to his royal highness a pair—the first pair—of shoes. Behold, the edict obeyed! the entire earth was now covered with leather beneath the feet of the son of the sun! All the world knows the pretty tale of Cinderella, the charming little creature imposed upon by ugly elder sisters who were envious of her fresher charms. Few children are there who have not mourned over the way in which the poor little maid’s beauty was obscured by her coarse attire until it was only seen “as shines the moon in clouded skies,” and who have not sorrowed at the thought of the soft hands, blackened and roughened by hard work; of the shapely feet, disguised in heavy, ugly shoes. And among the incidents of the transmigration of this grimy grub into a gorgeous butterfly is there any thing mere attractive than the episode of the tiny crystal slipper? We all remember how it fell off as she fled from the ballroom, and we used to opine largely that even this fairy covering must have been too large for lie graceful foot it incased. But yet, we read further on, that after the ugly sisters had done all they could to squeeze one of their ill shaped feet into the little glass slipper, when Cinderella tried it on, “it fitted her perfectly!” We were forced then to the conclusion that the loss of the wee shoe was a bit of fairy trickery, rather than an accident, for how could the prince ever have found his true love without this clew to guide him? How the little dear’s heart must have throbbed the day after the ball, when she heard the clyer going through tile streets seeking the owner of the truant shoe? And with what ill concealed scorn aud amusement she must have seen her sisters do their best to prove their right to her property, while she stood by, longing, yet not daring, to speak! From that day to this, the shoe has been a favorite subject for romance. No one can forget Goody Two Shoes, nor the German tale of the golden slippers that danced so indefatigably all night. And there were tin* cruel hot iron slippers, too. iii which the unkind sister was condemned to waltz until she dropped dead; a story recalled bv many a martyr to corns and high heeled dancing pumps. us she whirled through a ballroom, eu-dfiring her misery with a smiling face. Coming from the realm of fairy fiction to modern story telling, we read the pathetic tale of Beboo's little sabots, we listen to the ballad of the wooden shoe and find many other contes iu which a shoe or a slipper plays a conspicuous part, is, for instance, in “The Second Wife,” where a certain high heeled satin slipper figures prominently among the properties. Remembering all this, it is not a cause for surprise that the modern maiden bestows so much attention upon this portion of her attire. If she is ttltra-fashion- THC F J K ST JUGE CINDI! LIA q0os>y*j*/f> snots Colden sit//EHI footwear of fancy. able and owns a purse to match her desires, she possesses shoes aud slippers for every conceivable occasion. There toe bed slippers, if she suffers from cold extremities; bath slippers, iuto which to til rust her feet as soon as she rises; high heeled mules, to wear when en dishabille: dancing slippers, of Louis*-Quinze fashion; beaded, embroidered, brocaded slippers of every color and material, to match various costumes; low cut ties, for warm weather wear; tennis shoes, bathing shoes, heavy boots for mountain and seaside tramps, thin boots for receptions, medium boots for the carriage, stout boots for the promenade, riding boots for horseback exercise, Polish boots, to protect her slippered feet en route to the ball, to say nothing of a bewildering supply of uppers, or gaiters, to vary the monotony of the plain black kid shoe top. While it is beyond the power of all but a favored few to indulge their fancies to the above reckless extent, yet there are not many women—probably none with pretty feet—who would not if they could auftfia.or. lam    in    nari ta rootgear. i nat woman must nave smut to a level of apathy and don t-care-ish-nes3 who is totally indifferent to the appearance of her feet. Shoes are to a great extent an index of character. The French phrase, “Bien gantee, et bien chaussee,” has been embodied in the English saying, “A lady may be known by her boots and her gloves.” It is interesting to observe the styles of women who wear certain kinds of shoes. The so called strong minded woman glories in her shapeless walking boot, and is loftily contemptuous of adverse criticism. She can afford to disregard it if the ugly chaussure covers a pretty, well formed foot. Even the canal boat outlines of a Waukenphast cannot altogether disguise the graceful shape it contains. But it takes true moral courage, albeit of a generally unappreciated sort, for a woman with a broad, generous “understanding” to wear square toes and extensive soles. A writer on society topics in a New York paper recently argued that a common sense shoe was not the most comfortable. She claimed that in such a boot the foot slipped around, thus producing corns and callouses, and that a woman who wore a closely fitting, well ehaped boot was more at ease physically and mentally, for she could “step out” in walking, cross a gutter, spring on a car or run up and down elevated road stairs with the happy sense that her feet looked so well she need ta1 no pains to conceal them. Possibly the one length to which the makers of “rational” boots have gone has modified pull!ic taste concerning shoes of the opposite extreme and which might with equal force be styled irrational. One seldom sees on the streets, worn by the best classes, the absurdly high heeled shoe that pitches the wearer forward at an angle once fashionably known as the “Grecian bend.” The demimonde may still adhere to this style of chaussure, and it may be seen sometimes on the far east and far west New York avenues. But the best style of New York girl walks much and walks well, with that absence of self consciousness of bearing that marks the denizens of large cities. Gilly the very foolish or the very young woman nowadays crowds her foot into a shot* decidedly too small for it. Common sense and economy both depre- A Land of Rare Air and Less Rate Water, Especially in the Humorists Mine - Healthy Grass- and GaUeless Politicians, ■ Copyright ny Eagar W. Nye.j Wyoming will be, in size, the eighth itate in the Union. She has an area of 00.000 square miles. 30.000 of which is underlaid with coal. She has a wealth of $100,000,000 and 100,000 population Wyoming is over ninety-seven times the size of Rhode Island, and human life is quite secure now in the larger towus. especially during office hours. EVERY DAY FOOTWEAR. cate the practice—common sense because tight shoes induce red hands and nose, to say nothing of profound discomfort; aud economy because a shoo that is strained to hold a foot larger than it was meant to contain will stretch out of shape, split at the seams and give way all over after comparatively little wear. Nevertheless it is a poor judgment which advises the purchase of an over large shoe. It tries the foot to be subjected to constant friction. Such treatment causes corns, bunions and general malaise as surely if not as swiftly as tile pressure of the undersized shoe. The appearance of one’s footgear has been mentioned above as an index of character. What, then, must be predicated of the woman who wears a shabby shoe? The very phrases, “down at heel” and “slipshod,” have come to epitomize carelessness and untidiness. That woman must either be wofully hard pinched financially or an inherent slattern who will be seen on the street with a ripped or rusty boot, or iii the house with a slovenly or slipshod slipper! Do not all of us who read Miss Edgeworth as cliil-dreu remember the troubles that followed Rosamond's choice of the purple jar instead of new shoes? A rather positive old lady, who held decided views on most subjects, used to say emphatically that no woman who was a thorough lady would ever put on a stocking with a hole in it, or a shoe that lacked a button. The assertion is a trifle sweeping, and yet. since straws show the direction of the wind, we may conclude that the donning a shoe with missing buttons implies on the part of the owner a want of sense of the fitness of things which accompanies perfect neatness in all details of the toilet. Men are wonderfully observing creatures, and nearly all have decided pleasure in the glimpse of a pretty shaped, perfectly booted foot. Could some young women know what keen criticism their untidy and unmended shoes often receive from members of the stronger sex, they might be more careful to be bien chaussee. Smallpox. Dr. Lewentaner. of Constantinople, writing in The Bulletin General de The-rapeutique, No. 32, 1SS9, speaks very encouragingly of the success attending an antiseptic method of treating this disease, which he tried in several cases. The advantages of this method of treatment are summed up by The Medical Record as follows: I. All the children treated in this way recovered, although the ordinary mortality of the disease is 40 per cent. 2. The duration of the disease was decidedly shortened, the period elapsing from the commencement of the eruption to the falling off of the crusts being twelve or thirteen days, 3. The disease ran its entire course almost without fever. 4. The danger to those around the patient is greatly lessened. In Dr. Lewentaner’s cases there were other children exposed, hut, notwithstanding that they were not vaccinated, they did not contract the disease. 5. The simplicity of the method, as compared with the treatment by baths and cold applications, has much to recommend it. 6. zEsthet-ically, also, the antiseptic method o1: treatment offers great advantages, since it prevents absolutely all pitting. 1 ■    ^    kl1- Surely Guilty. “The skeleton dude has been arrested.” “What for?” “Vagrancy. His legs were so slim they said he had no visible means of support.”—Munsey's Weekly, Between Themselves. Giles—Does that girl of yours know that you are a poet? Tubbs—Yes, hut I’m trying to keep it I from her father.—Epoch, BILL m HOME. TWAS IM WTOUMS, AMD HE LOVES IHE PLACE STILL THOUGHT HE WAS COING TO CONGKESS. I do not see why Wyoming should cure to be a state and pay so large a price for such an empty honor, but it is thought that more security for settlers and investors is furnished by a state government instead of the imported federal style of management generally furnished by an administration which desires at all times to reward its friends. A .-uccess-ful ward worker from Mott street or a heeler from Hester street may do good work in that line and still not be a satisfactory man for governor or secretary or surveyor general of a new territory. For this reason, if for no other, the young territories look forward to the time when they may not only select their own officers, but also help to select the president himself. Few who have never lived in the territories know how many people there are on the frontier who can read and write and eat pie with a fork. There are quite a number of dress suits in Wyoming, and a lady is safer in crossing the main street unattended than she would be in crossing Broadway at the corner of Fulton street. It is also estimated that the mineral wealth of Wyoming is more than sufficient to pay the national debt, although the offer to do so has not yet been officially made. This estimate of the mineral wealth of Wyoming is exclusive of the Pauper's Dream, a very rich mine, of which I hold the controlling interest. At a depth of 102 feet we struck a pay streak of pure water, which rose to a height of ninety-eight feet in the shaft. We were just about to put in pumping works when the cow, which my partner was going to swap for the machinery, ate a grown person’s dose of poison weed, swelled ii}) and expired. The mine has since been idle. Wyoming is rich in not only gold, silver and copper, but iron, mica, ozone, tin, cinnabar, sulphur, saleratus, salt, indigo, soda, borax, vaseline, asphaltum, tar roofing, gypsum, graphite, glass, magnesium, linoleum, pyrites, asbestos, kaolin and a red mineral paint which is unexcelled both for general purposes and for painting towns. Marble, granite, sandstone, limestone and slate are also found in the rock ribbed bosom of the territory as well as the bowels of the earth, awaiting only the arrival of the scientist, the capitalist and the savant. Good savants can always get a job in Wyoming, and capitalists who come with letters from well known society people will be cordially received at all times. Large oil fields are known to exist in various parts of the territory aud natural gas is supposed to underlie the coal belt. Day before yesterday Wyoming was known to have 1.500,000 cattle, and bright new, speckled calves, with wabbly legs, are being constantly added to that number as I write. Grass on the plains aud foot hills of W yoming cures itself even as the Scriptures say to the medical fraternity, “Physician, heal thyself.’' Years ago I would have said to any one going to Wyoming, “Heel thyself,'* but now it is not necessary. I know a man who has lived in Wyoming twenty years and has not been assassinated. starving little children to death because I bloom, are very beautiful. The Turk*! their mothers couldn't par the rent by J head cactus is about the size of a base-making shirts at seventeen cents a dozen, i ball, and is better fixed for protecting it-I know that in early days Wyoming I self than any other plant I know of ex-had some crude ideas, but she has out- j oept the electric plant. It Hiy* a purple grown them a good deal now. I recall, I blossom about the size of a Canadian especially, some of her statesmen. We ; quarter or an English bob. There is a had one member of the legislature, I re- } cactus also which looks like a green member, who was elected from Coe and ? waffle, set up on edge. It has a beauti- BROOILTMIYOOMS LADY’S HEALTHFUL EIFERIEMCE AMOSS THE DO0-RQ2E. Carter’s tie camp. He had never held any office of trust or profit as the gift of the people before, and so ail was new to him. I will not give his name because he is in better condition physically than I am at present. He was a plain, self made man who had risen to be foreman of a tie chopper’sjcamp in the mountains, and by not saying anything at all except fui blossom, varying from a blood orange to a light ecru or straw color, and a big bed of these plants look, when in full bloom, beautiful enough for a bridal couch, but it has not come into general use yet for that purpose. A newly wedded alligator might fancy it, but other fauna do not esteem it. Francis EL Warner is the present gov- Dr. Sehleim&nn’t Discoveries Near! Sparta -The Lost Cabin Mines— Mere Lives Lost in Searching for Its Fabulous Riches. to issue his orders, and at table ask some * ernor of Wyoming and was not imported one to “please pass those molasses,” or sometliing like that, which did not arouse political hostility, he was chosen as a reserved and non-committal candidate from that county and elected. He went with the other members of the legislature. When the proper time came and as they all got off at Cheyenne, lie din the same, but it leaked out afterwards that he had bought a ticket and for that purpose. He governs the territory forenoons and attends to a large and flourishing business in the afternoon. Wyoming is at present on friendly terms with the United States. Female suffrage has its home in Wyoming, and people who write in a prolific manner against it, without knowing anything about it, would do well to go there and find out something about it. inut MJC. UUU    Ck IJUACk CUA VA • OliU AA UVA VZ CAV    dUUUl AV. checked his ti unk to Washington, think- I There are thirty species of mammals ing he was elected to congress. He had j in Wyoming, outside of the legislature quite a hard time getting his trunk back, | alone. but as his whiskers were quite long, the, • The prairie dog is gradually becoming front of his shirt did not show very * extinct in Wyoming and giving place to much, and so he got along very well till people who know more. Washington his other shirt got back from Washing- Irving, who was a good writer and used t°n*    good grammar all the time, in drawing Irrigation is largely indulged in, espe- j off pieces for the paper, made a fluke on iallv on the eastern slope of the Rocky j the prairie dog, I think. You can see in ciall mountains and the Laramie plains. Ten million dollars have been invested by the people of Wyoming in irrigation alone, and, of course, thi^ is not included in the assessed valuation. I have never regarded agriculture on the Laramie plains as a success, though in other parts of the territory, where the season is longer, it may be better. Few crops can grow successfully at a height of over 7,000 feet on the coarse soil of this great plateau without irrigation, or even with it, for winter always lingers in the lap of spring there until it occasions a great deal of talk, and so the sum- a moment, if you are any judge of physiognomy, that a prairie dog does not know anything. His thought waves all originate in the pit of his stomach, and though of a social nature, he uses no judgment in selecting his associates. He is a thorough chump, and has lived so long in the bowels of the earth that he gives less attention to mental improvement and more thought to girth than any animal that moves in our set. His pelt is worthless; his tail is a humiliating failure and his whole life is a fizzle. He teaches no lesson of industry, economy or morals, and his death brings with it no appreciable shock. APPRECIATED THE INFORMATION. Convinced Him That the Gun Wk Wurtli Keeping. A man came limping down the road. \ An old negro stood near a fence cleaning i oat an army gun. I “Look here, you careless old fool, you I shot me just now.” | “How’s dat, sah?” the negro replied, r looking up in surprise. “I say that while you were over in that field, wasting your ammunition at those sparrows, you shot me; that’s what I said.” “Shot you? How I shoot you?” “Shot me with that infernal old gun ; by carelessness, that’s how,” “Whar I hit you?” “In the calf of this leg.” “Hit you sho ’nuff, did I?” “Of course you did.” “Was de shot buried in yo’ laig, sah?” “Went nearly through, you old fool; NYE AS A COWBOY. mer is very brief indeed. The Indian summer, however, now that the Indian has been knocked out of it, is more delightful than anywhere else in the world. For one who has tried to build himself up by means of dumb bells and sewer gas, this dry, exhilarating, champagney air is better than a summer at Saratoga | but what difference does that mie?’ at $0 per da}. I cannot say too much for j “Er good ’eal o’ diffunce wid me, sah. the air of Colorado and Wyoming or the i! bad gunter b*lebe dat dis ole gun scenery. I knew a clergyman who told | wouldn't stick shot in de salt side o’ er me that he had lived there for a year on j middiin’ G' meat, an’ frwuz er bout ter the magnificent scenery, one donation »*caze I been bangin’ an’ er bangin’ and a sack of flour, and he was a man * roun’ wid it an’ not killin’ nothin’, but ef who was well brought up and from his j vou ^ aho dat de shot went mighty nigh youth was always taught to tell things through yo' laig, w’y de gun is so much er count, sah, dat I doan b’lebe I sell it. Much er bleeged, sah, fur de information “WHAT YER GOIN’ TO DO?” Indians are not so common now in the territory as they used to be. At least they do not attack the primary schools or break up prayer meetings so much as they used to. It is very rare now that hostile Indians come into the principal towns and carry off a female seminary. If they do, the papers hush it up so that the effete east knows nothing of it. I have read this winter in the New I ora: papers, at eight different tunes, ot :he same kind of case, viz., of a mother walking the streets, homeless and hungry, all night, with a sick baby in her inns, and being found in the morning by the police with the little corpse in her arms. Crazed by grief and suffering, driven even from the meanest shelter, with a little sick child wrapped in an apron, the daylight found her, with dry eyes and disordered brain, walking the streets, with Jay Gould and Russell Sage carrying the poor little starved body of her dead baby wrapped in a calico rag. For eight years I lived in Wyoming territory, but I never heard there of a case like this. Possibly we wore our trousers in our boots then—the men, I mean—and we used navy tobacco Perham te MHUK    lim    j| just as they occurred. The climate of Wyoming is cool in summer. Also in winter. The air is crisp and clear. It also has the faculty of making distant objects appear to be much nearer than they air. When I got as far as Omaha, a stock grower told me that he could give me a good story regarding that peculiarity of the mountain | air. It seems that an Englishman once I went to the west, and in the morning at Laramie he started out to walk to the Medicine Bow mountains before breakfast. “They are forty miles away, I think,” said he. “And so along toward noon he gave it up. On the way back he came to a little irrigating ditch where a cowboy discovered him removing his clothing and getting ready to swim across. ‘What are you going to do?’ asked the cowboy. ‘I am getting ready to swim this river,’ the Englishman replied straightway. ‘You can't fool me any more with your infernal optical illusions.’ ” In Denver a Leadville man called my attention to the contiguity of the Rocky mountains, and said I would be fooled if I judged by appearances in this dry, bracing atmosphere. “I could give you a good story regarding that peculiarity of the mountain air,” said he. “It seems that an Englishman once went to the west, and in the morning at Laramie he started out to walk to the Medicine Bow mountains before breakfast. They are forty miles away, I think; and so along toward noon he gave it up. On the way back he came to a little irrigating ditch, where a cowboy discovered him removing his clothing and getting ready to swim across. ‘ What are you going to do? asked the cowboy. ‘I am getting ready to swim this river,’ the Englishman replied straightway. ‘You can’t fool me any more with your infernal optical illusions.* ” As I did not talk much on the way up Jo Cheyenne and seemed rather haughty md reserved, a boy on the train who acts is peanut purveyor and litterateur for die road, took me to be an eastern man making my first visit to the west, so he spoke to me of the wonderful resources :>f Colorado and Wyoming, also of the health giving atmosphere and how it ould take hold of a physical wreck and put him in the prize ring inside of a year. “The air is enormously clear, too,” he said, as he dropped a copy of “Velvet Vice” into the seat by a silver haired clergyman, and “How to Treat Diseases of Horses and Swine’’ into the seat near a young lady who was on her way to visit friends in California. “Yon would get fooled on it every time. I could give you a good story regarding that peculiarity of the mountain air. It seems that an Englishman once went to the west, and in the morning at Laramie he started out to walk to the Medicine Bow mountains before .breakfast. They aru forty miles away, I think, and so, along toward noon, he gave it up. On the way back he came to a little irrigating ditch, where a cowboy discovered him removing his clothing and getting ready to swim across. ‘What are you gomg to do?* asked the cowboy. ‘I am getting ready to swim this river,’ the Englishman replied straightway. ‘You can’t fool me any more with your infernal optical illusions.’ It is a good story, and designed, as I judge, to illustrate in a forcible manner the extreme rarity of the air more than the extreme rarity of the story itself. The flora of Wyoming is. diversified and beautiful, though on the plains it is almost odorless. Several kinds of cactus lotittuuL either of wtnrfi. irhiii lr ^ what you’s fotch me.”—Arkansaw Traveler. A Cute Hotel Porter. One night I slept in the Phoenix house, so called because daily it rises from its hashes. I had room on the fourth floor. No elevator. Had call at 6:30 a. rn. At that still hour of the night the faithful porter came to my door— “rat, tat, tat!” “Well!” I said, “what is it?” “Half past 6!” “All right.” Then he w*ent about three doors down the corridor and I heard at another door, “rat, tat, tat!” “Well?” “Seven o’clock! Seven o’clock!” “All right!” Then he w ent down stairs, and I ran out into the hall just in time to hear him calling at a room on the next floor: “Seven fifteen! Quarter past 7! Quarter past 7!” He wasn’t going to wear himself out running up and down stairs when he could just as well bunch his calla on one trie. The Court's Fool. John Hey wood was fool to Henry VIH, having been introduced to the king by Sir Thomas More. Mary Tudor had a great regard for Hey wood, who indulged iii much audacious talk. Bold as were his sayings, few of them appear witty. A landlord asked him: “How do you like my beer? Is it not well hopped?’ “So well,” replied Heywood, “that had it hopped a little further it would have hopped into water.” Dr. Doran, in his “History of Court Fool,” gives several specimen’s of Hey wood’s rhymed epigrams. One of them is perhaps worth transcribing: ‘Where am I least, husband?'' Quoth ha, "In tho waist; Which cometh of this, thou art veageable .strait laced. Where am I biggest, wife?" “In the waist,<too, quoth she; “For ail is waste in you, as far as I can sea." —Cornball Magazine, *i nave just returned from the bop fields,’ sue .>aid. and she looked as though all the good of the hops and none of their injurious qualities had been absorbed into her system, for her face was bright and rosy, her step elastic and her manner cheerful. She was not at all like the fragile young lady of eight months ago, whose friends in Brooklyn hardly expected to see her alive in November. For a whole month,” she continued, I have lived on a farm near Cooperstown, N. Y„ and picked hops almost from dawn to dusk every day except Sundays. The farmer was glad to hire me for- my board and lodging. Four other girls and two young men were engaged on the same terms. We were all more or less acquainted with each other in Brooklyn, so it was not exactly like going alone among strangers. Of course it would have seemed a great deal more refined if we had paid the farmer for the privilege of picking his hops, but, had we done so, the object for which we isolated ourselves so far from home would not have been achieved. He would never have had the moral courage to make hi* guests and patrons work against then wills. As matters were arranged, he left a great deal to his wife, and. I can tell you, she showed us very little consideration. She was determined to get the full value of her milk and weak tea, and was not disposed to give us her fat pork and beans without a fair equivalent. or to allow us to eat the corn bread of idleness. She called us every morn ing at daybreak, and she was not to be denied. We had to walk three-quarters of a mile to the hop fields, and it was necessary, she said, for us to be astir early. “We did not mind this much on warm mornings, but when the breath of frost was on the atmosphere it was a dreadful thing to be told to get up from our not too comfortable beds, and to know that we had no alternative but to obey. How ever, it was not so bad when we were once up, and when the sun got well up, too, we grew quite cheerful, for the morn ing air in the northern part of the state is very bracing. It was like bathing at Co ney Island on a chilly day. After the first dip the agony is over. But washing in the icy spring water was a terrible ordeal. Once I asked the farmer's wife to let me have a little warm water in my bedroom, but the proposition, which she declined frigidly, so shocked her that I was afraid she would punish me by giving me no breakfast; but she only marked her displeasure by confining me to three slices of corn bread, which was bad enough, for my appetite at that time had grown out of all ladylike proportions, and I usually consumed five slices. “One young man, whose hair and mustache were of a beautiful seal brown color, said that he would allow his beard to grow rather than shave with cold wa ter; but we were all amazed to see the bristles on his cheeks and chin coming out quite red. He was very much mortified, and when the other young fellow laughed at him, and lectured him about the evils of forgetfulness, he packed up his traps and went away two weeks before the farmer’s hops had all been harvested. “Of course we had some rights that we always maintained. We insisted on not being separated from each other in the hop fields, and we ate our lunch together among the vines. It was very pleasant, for we could sing songs and talk and tell stories, which we should not have cared to do if we had been obliged to work side by side with the paid laborers, many of whom were tramps, pure and simple. “To them the farmer used language that seemed to me to be sometimes unnecessarily emphatic. To us he spoke more politely, but this was the only distinction he made. He was as careful in seeing that we turned in our full complement of hops every evening as he was to get the value of his money from the men and women to whom he paid their wages at the end of each day. “The fare at meals was, of course, ex ecrable, but hunger is a good sauce, and we all ate heartily. Next season I shall try to make up a party of delicate young ladies, and take them to the hop fields in search of health. I shall lay in a stock of biscuits and canned provisions to assuage my hunger in my bedroom or among the vines, so that the farmer’s wife will not have reason to regard me with a strong reproachful eye at meals, as though she thought I worked harder at the table than in the field.”—New York Sun. THE LOST CABIN MINES. are near me treasure, ana again tie writes in a hopeless fashion, calling the trip a fool's errand. He scouts the idea that the Indians concealed the wealth, and says that either an earthquake or landslide removed the valuable gulch. The three men prospected in different directions each day, and moved their camp two or three times a week. Bur nee writes in one place: “We will dig over every inch of this wilderness before we give up. Tile discovery will make us all millionaires.” The area of Wolf mountains is several hundred thousand acres. The skeletons of the three prospectors have been minutely examined by surgeons, but nothing showing the cause of death has been discovered. Violence and starvation are out of the question. They may have flavored their game with some poisonous weed. A favorite theorv, and one with precedents, is that one of the three poisoned, smothered or strangled his companions and afterward away with himself. There have been numerous cases in tho mining districts of one covetous spirit killing his mate and then accepting a maniac's fate.— Cheyenne Cor. St. Louis Globe-Demo-erat. A TOMB OPENED NEAR SPARTA. THE RELIGIOUS,WORLD CHURCH M0TE8 AMD MEWS BITHEISM FROM ALL QUARTERS. The First Presbyterian Mission In Japan Over Thirty Years Ago—Dr. Hepburn and His Fitness for th* Work Given Him to Da. Three A Shrewd Mere. A.—You see that fine house? The man who owns it made all his money as a cab driver. B.—How did he manage to do it? “Easy enough. He made it a rule to know the exact minute when the train left in which his passenger was going, and reaching the station at the very last moment, the passenger could not dispute with him, no matter what he charged.” —Texas Siftings. The Undesirable in Life. Cold as it may be. no man cares for a coat on his tongue.—Kearney Enterprise. And no matter how beclouded his intellect may be, he doesn’t want a pane in his head. He may even be a shepherd and not care for a crook in his back.— New York World. The Wrong Place. Customer (to clerk in book store)—I want to order some stationary tubs. Clerk (surprised}—This is the wrong place, madam. We don’t keep‘them. “Don't you? I thought this was a stationery store?”—Time. nicely Pat. Patient (dissatisfied with dietary restrictions)—Look bere, doctor, I’m not going to starve to death just for the sake of living a little longer.—Translated for Chatter. tee Fire Acron ated For. McCrackle—What caused the < fire at your boarding house yesterday? McCarkle—A heated argumenta tbs touter hUn«*lSnflb    i More Lives Lott iu the Search for Its Fabulous Riches. The discovery has just been reported to Carbon county authorities of the skeletons of three men in a camp in the wildest portion of the Wolf mountains, The frames were lying close together, wrapped in blankets, and th^tianner of death is a profound mystery. A small gum of money and a watch were found in the pockets of one of the men, mak ing it evident that, if they were mur dered, the crime was not committed for mercenary motives. A diary, which had been carefully kept to Aug. 28, 1886, by one of the prospectors, told their story to a day or so before death. Their names were Charles E. Barnes, E. Nathan Hubbard and George Cantline, and they had left Link Ville, Ore., in the spring of 1886 to search for the legendary Lost Cabin gold mines. These mines, it is said, were opened by a party of Argonauts more than forty years ago, and are reputed immensely rich. The adventurers were driven out one fall by Indians, and, returning in the spring, were wholly unable to relocate their claims. The savages had effector ally destroyed every evidence of the presence of white men. Even the trails had been completely obliterated. The major By of the party gave up the search after a few months, but two gold fever victims remained in the region for years, eventually becoming demented hermits and finally dying in their mountain home. Prominent citizens of Wyoming have from rime to time outfitted parries to hunt for the mines, but ail searches hare been fruitless. The Indians have kept their secret well. That it is still in their possession is evident by periodical sales of virgin gold by the crafty chief of a small band of predatory Utes. Barnes’ diary tells of a quite eventful overland journey from Oregon to the Wolf mountains, and of the assiduous search for the I Lteft Cabin. fop** days bs thinks they Results Which Reroll the Myeenie Finds of l>r. Schliemann. The Athens correspondent of The London Athenaeum iii a recent letter says the tomb opened by M. Tsountas at Vaphio, near Sparta, “lias yielded results which far surpass any discovery of the sort since the finding of the great treasures at Mycenae by Dr. Schliemann. Here, as ‘here. an undisturbed tomb of an ancient chieftain has l>een opened, with all the vessels in gold, silver and bronze, arms. and engraved gems intact. And we have not simply a repetition of the same discovery, for this tomb at Yapliio was of a‘treasury* type, with a ‘dromos’ leading into a beehive shaped vault—a form universally recognized as belonging to a later stage of the so called ‘Mycenaean’ culture than the simple pitlike graves on the citadel of Mycenae. This view is fully borne out by the nature of the objects discovered, which in many ways occupy an intermediate position between Myceuajan Vork and the earliest products of Hellenic art. M. Tsountas has already published a short account of his excavation. By h courtesy I have been permitted to examine his discoveries, and I may say a few words about them without anticipating his final publication. The vaulted tomb chamber and also the avenue, or ‘dromos,’ were built of stones, mostly of small size, from a neighboring quarry on Tavgetus. It is remarkable that in the door and elsewhere the joints and even flaws in the stone were concealed with lime mortar, and the undisturbed state of tho tomb shows that it must have remained buried since primitive times. A similar practice was observed in the last ‘treasury’ tomb cleared by Mycense. But as that was emptied and shown in ancient times later repairs were there passible. Within the vaulted tomb at Vaphio was a shallow grave lined and covered with stone slabs, rile evidence that the corpse was buried, not burned, seems to be mostly inferential; no bones were found. Tile treasures buried were scattered all about the floor of the vaulted chamber. The most important of all are two gold cups, each made of two plates of gold, the inner one plain and the outer decorated with a very tine design in re-}>ousse work that fills the whole field. The relief is fairly high; the drawing and composition, iii spiff'of a few mistakes or inadequacies, an* bold and successful, but the execution lacks the exquisite delicacy in details that marks the gold work, and especially the inlaying work, of Mycenae. “The subjects are most interesting— the hunting of wild bulls and the leading of tame bulls by men—and thus we see carefully executed figures of men about two aud a half inches high, and in the same costumes as we find on figures from Mycenae, Tiryno, etc.—a kind of loin cloth depending from a girdle, and anklets, pointed shoes, etc. These are all so clear now that no further doubt is possible as to their nature and the way in which they were worn. The bulls, which are rendered with great spirit, resemble in form that on the wall painting from Tiryno; one, which is caught in a net, is doubled up iii a contort ion which recalls the strangely distorted animals on early gems. It is remarkable that most of the treesSepresented are palms. “Another cup of silver has a prettily wrought gold rim, and numerous small ornaments in gold, silver, amber, etc., were found, including a delicate little pair of gold fishes cut out of a fiat plate, with incised details. Some specimens of fine granulated work in gold closely resemble later Greek technique. Various strange bronze implements, large and small, and two stone arrowheads, and an iron ring were found, and there were fragments, but no perfect specimens, of the beautiful inlaid swords. A bronze ax of peculiar form, with two apertures between the edge and the haft, is of interest and seems to confirm Dr. Warres’ suggestion that it was through a line of axes of this form that Ulysses shot hi arrow. “The engraved gems, mostly of the ‘island gem’ type, were very numerous and had the usual representations of animals, monsters and men; the dress, both of men and women, is clear in several instances and of the well known types. There are two gems with the strange nondescript animal with a head like a goat (or horse; and a spiny back, carrying a jug (Milchhofer Iris); one gem has a pair of these monsters face to face, another has one. In many respects the Vaphio treasure seems to be intermediate be tween Mycenaean and primitive Greek art; if it really helps to bridge this gulf it will be of the utmost value and interest.” Not Today. First Cherub—Come on skating. Second Cherub—Can't; fell in yesterday. First Cherub—Didn’t you get frightened? Second Cherub—No; kept cool—Har vard Lampoon. Only tnirtv years ago the American Presbyterian church resolved to establish a mission in Japan, and the first American missionary to that country, Dr. Hepburn, enteral on his duties in October of 1S59. when he was joined by Mr. Brown, the first agent of the Dutch Reformed church of America. Townsend Harris, the United States consul, had been instructed by the secretary of state. Mr. Marcy, “to do his best by all judicious measures and kind influence to obtain full toleration of the Christian religion, and protection of all missionaries who should go there to propagate it.” Mr. Harris was in full sympathy with these instructions, aud succeeded in convincing the Japanese negotiators that the Jesuit system, w hich interfered with state affairs, as formerly practiced, w*as not the Christianity he represented. Success having crowned his efforts, on the first Sabbath of August. 1858, he invited the naval officers anti resident foreigners to assemble for worship at the consular residence, formerly an idol temple, which was the first Protestant service publicly held on shore, in Japan, for more than two centuries. It was an appropriate expression of gratittide toGod for further opening the way for Christian missions. A fitter man than Dr. Hepburn for the peculiar service required in this new field could not have been found. Consecrated lo the mission cause iii early manhood, with six years’ experience among Chinese, .skillful and successful iii professional practice, with a quiet manner and unfaltering faith, and writh a companion of like spirit, he entered upon this field as the sower of the first handful of Gospel seed, and remains there still to aid iii gathering its wonderful harvest. Very little could lie done for a time iii the way of direct missionary work. Months and years were required to win his way into public confidence. From the first a watch was set upon his every movement. Of his two men servants, one, the most useful, w-aa known bv him to bt) a government spy, md everything done in his bouse was reported. But there was no effort at oon-ealment, and this openness and frankness w ere his safeguard. TUE FIRST SERMON. On one occasion, after his rented temple had been cleansed of its idols, and rooms titled for occupancy, while un-jiackiiig and arranging lim goods he re ceived a vbit from the official, who made a demand for his Chinese books, which lie refused to deliver up, and would ha ve appealed to the United States consul, but the demand was not pressed. While making their inspection, a picture of the crucifixion was found, which some friend in New York had sent Mrs. Hepburn. Thi> discovery was thought at first a m ishap, hut instead of confiscating th*' contraband picture, to the surprise of its owners, the men were curious to know the significance of the two thieves, who they were, etc., which led to an explanation of the whole transaction why Jesus was crucified, w’hat brought him into the world, and why Christians worshiped him. This was the first Christian sermon ever preached by an American missionary to a Japanese audience. And what has the Gospel wrought since then!—Christian at Work. He Needed the Steers. “Brush off your coat ieeve, my dear, said Mrs. Larkin to her husband; “there is dust on it.” “That is no reason why I should brush off the sleeve, love.” he replied. “ITI simply brush off the dust.”—Harper’s Bazar. A Young Financier. “Say, mamma, how much am I worth?*’ “You are worth a million to me, my son.” “Say, mamma, couldn't you advance me twenty-five cents?”—Tithe. A Reasonable Objection. Boarder—We are raising a subscription to get a rocking chair for that poor lodger. Won t you give something? Landlady—Not much. His room is I sight over mine.—-tyoch. RELIGIOUS GLEANINGS. One day for Him is long enough, And when He giveth work to do Th*- bruised reed is amply tough To pierce the shield of error through. 'l’lie soul of a man is audible, not visible. A sound alone betrays tile flowing of the eternal fountain, invisible to man. Longfellow. There can I*- no Christianity where there is no charity.—Colton. II** that ascends a ladder must take the lowest round. All w ho are above wejre once below. “Father, the shadows fail Along my way; TC past the noou of day; My westering sun t- Is to*- eve in near; I know. but feel no lear " Die first Christian church iii the Congo Free State was organized in November, 1887, and there are now over 1,000 converts in the Congo mission. Some wealthy man in this country, whose identity is not disclosed, has sub* serif led $300,000 for the establishment of a Christian university at Nankin, China. That which satisfies the deepest wants of the h**art is not an abstraction or a mere idea, but a concrete and living person whom it can trust and love. This demand is fully met in Jesus tJhrist. He is a person who ean be loved, trusted, admired and adored, and who, when thus treated, completely meets the profoundest necessities of the soul. The change from Saul to Paul is the change from law and self righteousness to grace and salvation by Jesus Christ. Saul represented the former, and Paul represents the latter. Paul was the Hying embodiment of grace through Christ, conditioned by the exercise of faith in him. The study of his epistles will make this point to any one as clear as the light of day. Men may and should study the providence of God, for the purpose of enlightenment and spiritual improvement. Many useful lessons in practical living are thereby gained. Yet whoever undertakes to review God’s providence as a critic is engaged in a very bad business. No one knows enough to be a critic of God’s ways; and no one can make the attempt without impiety toward him. Rev. Dr. Pierson, in his characteristic way, remarked before the convention held in Philadelphia the past summer that he was glad to meet 6,500 Christian* committed to Christian endeavor, for he had met during bis experience about 5,000,000 committed to laziness. "If we cannot sing like angels; If we cannot preach like Paul; We can tell the love of Jesus: We can say he died for ail.’’ Let us not grow weary in well-doing, for there remaineth still a rest for the people of God. Paul, in his writings, often speaks of “the peace of God.” This, indeed, fa with bim a favorite phrase. This peace God imparts to a-soul that is reconcile® to him bv the death of his ton. One who has this peace is conscious of it. is to him a matter of experience.^ looks upon God an his friend, and re,— in him. He is alike willing to obey* laws and to be saved by his grace, does not propose to have any will of^ own that is opposed to that of “Thy will be done” is his fM-myfr. ;