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Cincinnati Weekly Times (Newspaper) - July 3, 1884, Cincinnati, Ohio Vol. XLI. TVo. S7.OIXOIXIVA.TI, THXJ»SI>JLY, JULY 3, 1884. $1 Ter Year. The Anchor. , The ridt is re 1 ni>on its 8¡d*'s; Alwit it drirts the cnimblins Willie noon iiiid nifclit the rtwlless tides Miirnnir fnr down ii|K>r tlie strand. But never tide shall toueh it more, Nor llyii’g foam nor salt sen spray. Tliere it lina lain for many a day, Since the Oscar sailing across the bay. Went down in sight of shore. O eager eves that sought In vain To pierce tiic darkness ot that night! O ti-enililina hands thüt strove to gain The haven near, and failed outright! Some died m itii faces heavenward set, Sonic wateliing still for the nearer land; Tins is their nuchor that lies here yet, Half buried in the sand. 0 Tuou who In the days of old Didst walk bv restless Galilee, liook. and in nitv s:itl behol<l The toilers on life’s troubled sea. Lest our dim eyesslioulU Imtk in vain For stars in lieuren or liglits on shore; Lest ill the darkness we should gain Our haven nevermore. —fLittell’s Living Age. NOTES AND NEWS. Mr. hlitine's family will pass the summer at Bar Harbor, Mount Dosi rL A roan in Birniinghain, England, proposes to live u uK)nth on cold tea. Jolin McCiillougb has gone to Europe for a two months’ rest, and everybody hopes tic will get it. ; General O. E. Babcock, recently drowned, 4s supposed to have left an estate valued at |iearly |1,««0,000. . Siguor Salviiii says he can make more loncy in America in one season than he lan in Euroi>c in six. Iloswoli r. Flo wer was still claiming a iijority or tlie delegates at Chicago when St beard from at Utica, The practice of cutting coins in pieces, to 'acilitutc the making of change, is again coming common in Mexico. Ben. Butler plays a dialiolically clever game of draw poker, lie tielievas there is a good deal of science in the draw. Senator Jones, of Nevada, generally wears a shocking bad hat.* He says that be is rich enough to afford the luxury. Land oiierations in Texas are carried on upon a huge scale. A tract of 153,600 Bcrts was disposed of in a lump the other day. A* Mrs. Itamsey, of C'annirton, said to have lieeii the largest woman in Canada, died last Thursday. She weighed about 500 pounds. In 1881 the value oí the exports and imports of London was £108,000,000; in 1882, £201,000,00;). Llvpnxx>l, in 1881, £195,000,-in 1882, £203,000,000. A cattle king says that within ten years Omaha will be the cattle center of the countrr. An abbatoir is now being built there that will cover 400 acres and will cost 1750,000. Goldwin Smith once stated that two-thirtls of the people at Quebec were annex-tionists, and that there were already WO,000 French Canadians on American oil. 'I'hat v^as more than a dozen years >gn, and the desire and design have not bated. Miss Maud C. Major, a young woman not yet out of ber ’*teens,” bus started a paper out in Norfolk, D.ikota. It does not say a word about fashions, but is full of the do-lugs of the nuble cowboy and gives latest particulars about the last shooting match w ith all its gory results. • When a Mormon wife renounces the au-Hhority of her husband she is at once de-^prived of all means of earuing a livelihood. To counteract the eff^^ts of such a ruling it is now seriously pro|Kised to establish at 8ult Lake City a house of refuge for all the women who may be bravo enough to defy polygamic doctriues. Another blue grotto, or, rather, a aeries of three large grottoes, eighty-seven meters in lenglli, has been discovered on the Dalmatian island of Duol, lying to the southwest of Lisse. The cave is described by its discoverer, Baron Ilanisoiinet, Austrian Secretary of l.egation, as surpassing the famous Capri Grotto. The Empress Eugenie is now busy on the book she has hud in mind, if only rarely in hand, since the death of the Prinoe Imperial, and arrangements are already being made for the publication of her *’Me-nioiri'H,” which will be produced siniulta-ncously in Englaud and France. The book is btdiig “done” into English under the BuiM‘rviHÍ()iia>r a lady of the highest rank, to whom the Empress is much attached. At the battle of El Teb, Baker Pasha waa struck on the right cheek just below the eye by a ball which buried itself in the upper Jaw. The missile, which was of iron, was nrtei'ward removed, and was found to weigh tliiee ounces; but, dcspile the severity of Hie w ouiid w hich it iiinde, the General kept his seat unlil loss of blood compelled him to retire. A recent o|H?ration in Eng-laiul brmiglit to light tbc terrible nature of the injury, but the patient is recovering. The ])rofes8ors of the Uiiiyersky of Jena who nave been investigating the effect ol tobacco uiion the human system, report that moderate quantities of the weed may be used w ithout Injurious effects. They say that in the German army soldiers in active service are very proiierly furnished with smoking tobacco, because smoking enables Hi(>tn to endure severer fatigue uiioii Biiialler nutrition and with greater alacrity and contldcnce than would otherwise lie tlic case. In addition to his numerous Industrial enterprises, Prince Bismarck has for several years taken the ariitlclal piaciculture at Friedrichsruho under bis immediate protection. The energy which be has infuaed into hib adnunlatration there hat yielded most encouraging resulta. New and eavory apeciea of deb have been Introduoed Into the waters of that locality, and at the breeding establiehment Graude. near Frledricnsruhe, no lesa than 10,00(1 young trout have been sot out this lesson.MY FIRST EDITOR. “Rough on Pain" Plastsr—PorouKd, strength-snlng, tor Bsckacbe, Pains In ths Chsst, Kncu naUsiO|S4c. DruggIsU or nail. “It’s the natural result of a severe course of Swinburne!” I snatched up my manuscript and was leaving the room, flushed with shame, trambling with rage and indignation, when the editor’s voice arrested my attention. I turned round and looked at him scornfully, for I felt I could have withered him with a glance; but he did not seem to feel it much. “You’re a most impetuous j’oung lady,” he said, in a slow, low, musical voice. “I have not half fluished my criticism of this verv remarkable production,” and he took the manuscript quietly but resolutely from my trembling fingers. “Now, Miss”- “Jones,” I said slioiily. “No, not Jones; but the name will serveand I felt his keen grey eyes on my face and observed an amused smile hovering round the corners of his mouth, which was halt hidden by a long, fair, drooping mustache. “Now, Miss Jones, pray sit down”— he indicated a high íeather-coverc<l chair just opposite to him—“and let us talk this matter over. If you had been content, like other aspiring young authors, to send your contribution in the ordinary way, through the medium of the postmau and a ncwspajicr wrapper, it would have been declined, doubtless, and returned with or without the customary though not very consoling thanks; but, since you have bearded the lion in his den, you must listen to me for a few minutes.” I bowed and sat down. He had got out his scali^el and was going to scarify me mercilessly, but as I had brought it on myself I felt I must heroically endure it, though I glanced surreptitiously round the “deii” in search of some means of escape. He “fixed me with his glittering eye,’* and I waited, wondering why I had been so mad and misguided as to enter an editorial ofiicc at all. Slowly, deliberately, with a sort of fiendish satisfaction, he smoothed out the cininiplcd manuscript, glancing at me with amused interest. “Why do you write poetry, Miss Jones?’’ “I don’t know; because I like to, I 8Upi>06C.” “A woman’s reason—therefore valid. But do you honestly and really think it necessary for people, even in poetry, and supimsing they are very much in love with each other—whicli no one is nowadays—is it necessary for them to be ‘bitten’ and ’sinitten,’ and that sort of thing ? Is it really desirable in the interests of common humanity for hearts to be ‘melted’ and ‘smelted’?” and he placed his finger under a certain stanza. “This sentiment, for instance, is simply fe-I’ocious.” “Don’t 1” I cried angrily, “it’s very cruel and unkind of yoiil If you don’t want my poetry, you can say so, and have done with it!” “ ‘My passion flowed forth as a torrent’—which, of courre, rhymes with ‘abhorreni.’” “Stop, please!”—and I thrust my fingers into my cars in the most un-dignitied misery; but I could not shut out the sound of the clear, quiet, mocking voice. I shut mv eyes, but still there was the horrid, gloating, good looking editor watching me steadily, his hand resting on my beautifully written poem—I thought then and think to this day that it was and is beautiful. When I looked at him agaiu ho was laughing at my distress, smiling to himself, like a ghoul or a harpy or something equally horrid, but lie was exasiierating-ly good looking. “Now, Miss Jones, what else have you written beside this very remarkable production ?” with another suppressed smile. “ 'Some blank veme and blanker proao. And more of both than auytKMly knows.”’ I reply, a little bitterly. “Will you please give me my manuscript? I’m very sorry to have troubled you; I shall never do so again I” ‘•Oh, yes you will; and 1 shall be very glad to consider some of the blank prose you si>cak so despairingly of. If you will let me see a nice matter-of-fact commonplace little story, or a short article on some useful domestic subject, such as ‘The Average Servant’ or ‘Occupation for Girls’— anything of that sort—can you suggest anything ?”—and he looks at me gravely ami questioningly—“something novel and attractive, that might be treated briefly and bi-ighlly-made ‘a feature’ of, in short—I shall be very pleased to consider anything of that sort you may favor me with, Miss Jones.” He always paused most provoking-iy after the “Miss,” and 1 hardly knew whether to be angry or to laugh out right as I stammered a teeble “Thank you.” “And you really should cut Swinburne,” he added, with a meaning glance at the manuscript. “I don’t know Mr. Swinburne—that is, I met him only once, and then he said something to mo in Greek,” I replied. ‘*lle might have iAÍd something much worse. But I merely moan that you shouldn’t devote so much of your time to his poetry—the ‘Poems and Ballads,’ for instance, and the ‘Songs Before Sunrise.'” “liow do you know I do ?” “Interaal evidence.” and he touched my manuscript. “This betrays a se vere course. You must alter your style. Miss Jones. Time enough for you to come to the cynical-sensual-metaphyslcal-incomprehcnsiblc in ten years, say. You’ll be educated up to the jioiiit of not believfng a word of it by that time. Kindly leave me your address, and the ’manuscript shall be returned iu the usual way.” “No. 17 Brown street, Bloomsbury, W. C.,’* I replied, my face crimson, “care of Mrs. Kent.” Hs wrote it down, and then stood up to indicate that the interview was over, bowed formally, and then touched a little bell. Suddenly a small boy appeared, who conducted me down dark .brcak-ucck stairs, through several mouldy, dusty laby-riuthiiie passages and out through a bookseller’s shop. I felt more thoroughly small, mean, miserable and disgusted thau I had ever felt iu my whole life as I emerged from the shady by-street containing the office into the light and bustle of Piccadilly, and, as I got into a ’bus, I vowed never again to come to a personal encounter with an editor. Hitherto I had been content to drop iny little contribution modestly into the*letterboxes of certain weekly publications thatdelight in small stories, or I would scud them by post and await the result ^yith what patience I eould. Sometimes my stories and verses were accepted, sometimes not, and I fancied that, if anjeditor only knew how exceedingly'industrious I was, how very much iu earnest, how devotedly attached to my calling-for I had married the Muse of Literature for better for worse-there was no choice bctAvecn that and being a governess —he would have a far better opinion of me ami give me an important permanent jmsition on his paper immediately. Then I had heard so much about the editor of the Arlington, all the girls at the rcadiiig-rooin ol the British Museum were conliniifclly talking of him; and in an evil hour, armed with my most elaborate poetical production, I made my way to the office and requested, ami, strange to say, was granted (for London editors are difficult of access) an interview. The result was pain, shame, confusiun, discomfiture and, worst of all, failure. Heaven and earth, how I hated that man as I sat iu the most remote comer of the ’bus on my homeward journey—how I vowed to be revenged and let him know some day whom tic had sneered and jeered at! I would put him in a novel, in a coincdy, in a burlcstjuc. I would caricature him witli pen and pencil. I would become famous merely to spite him, and refuse—oh, the joy of that thought!—I would refuse to write a serial for his hateful magazine. I believe I became almost eloquent in my internal denunciation of him; and, as an immediate practical, disdainful defiance of him, I got out at Oxford street and went into Miidie’s for another volume of Swiubumc. In one way or another the editor of the Arlington was a good deal in my thoughts during the next week, aiitl the more I considered his conduct the more I detested him; my cheeks burned and my cars tingled as I recalled his low, mocking tones and quiet, annihilating glances. As for submitting story, essay or articles to his tender mercies—never I A fortnight passed, and my manuscript did not come back. My name was not Jones; but I really do live with Mrs. Kent, iu Brown street; and 1 told her all about it; so I should have received it had it been sent. Of course he had tossed it iu a capacious waste-pajier l^asket that 1 had noticed under his table, aud that was the end of it. ******* One day, quite a month after my encounter with the autocrat of the Arlington, Mrs. Kent anuouncod a visitor, a gentleman, to see me; and in a moment there entered the editor, more cool, calm, self-possessed and smiling than ever. “The verses liave not come back in quite the usual way,” he said, sinking unasked into the only easy chair—I was at my writing table, aud meant to stay there. “Jlowever, here they are, all safe, with a few marginal notes. You tlo really leave beautiful broad clean margins —they’re quite tempting I By the way, why haven’t you sent me that story ?” “I haven’t written it yet,” I replied, 1 longed to add, “and I never mean to,” but somehow I could not. “Well, you must; prose pays best. What other editors have you been interviewing lately ? ’ “Nonel I never want to sec another in all my lifcl” He loaned back iu Ids chair and laughed heartily; then, with mock gravity— “I’m glad to hear that, for you’re really quite-dangerous. By the way, why did you say your naino was Jones? You might have known I should find you out. Editors do find out everything in time. You arc Miss Madeline Meredith, of Garth, and your brother Jefl’and I were chums at Eton and Oxfoi*d.” “Oh,” I said, somewhat surprised, “I didn’t know 1” “Of course not. How could you ?” “And I’m not Miss Meredith of Garth any longer,” I said, with an eflfoit at proud composure. “I’apa lost all his monev, ami our house was sold: then papa died, and Jeff is with his snip at the Cape, and aunt Adelaide didn't want me any longer; so I came to London to Mrs. Keut-shc’s my old nurse—and I earn my bread by my pen.” I could not help iclling him all that—he seemed to make me, in spite of myself; but I uttered the last Words proudly; and he did not smile at all, but looked very grave. “I wonder. Miss Meredith, if you ever heard Jett speak of Harold Caslieltou ?” “Oh, yes, often!”—and then I paused iu some confusion. Mr. Harold Cashelto.i had been my brother’s “guide, philosopher and friend,” and in one way and another I had heard more thau enough of him all my life, though,through my having no mother, I had never been at Garth when Jett's friends visited him. In fact, I had worshipped him secretly aud afar off —from JefTs descriptions—and made him the hero of more than one romance; and now there he was, sitting in my easy chair and chatting to me as if he had known me all my life— as, indeed, I supimse he had in a way, for Jeff surely must have mentioned me to him. Afrer asking all sorts of questions about my brother, he stood up to go, aud desired me not to forget the story; but then more than ever I resolved not to write, as no doubt be woiihl accept it from mere pity. Three montbs passed away, and I was on terms of almost civility with my hated editor; but I had written nothing for the Arlington—on that iwint 1 was obstinate—nor had I told Mr. Cashelton very much about myself or iny own affairs beyond the first sudden burst of confidence which seemed inevitable. What I wj*ote and how I succeeded I never would talk about, in spite of several very insinuating questions. But about Jeif I would talk for hours, aud he did not seem to weary of the subject, either. Sometimes I accompanied him to an aftc.'uoon concert at St. James’ Hall or a matinee at the Lyceum, and he was always very kind and attentive ; but I never could get over the fact that ho had laughed at my poetry. Had he laughed only at myself I should have forgiven and forgotten it One evening he called after having absented himself for a fortniglit, and I was wondenng in spite of myself what could have happened to him. I was almut to call Mrs. Kent to light the gas, though it was really quite bright, when he stopiiodjiie. “Don’t ring for lights,” h^aidd iia his lazy way; “I want to talk to you. I have'buinctlilug vcry particular to say, Madeline, and I want to say it to you alone. Madeline”—and somehow he got posseseion of both my hands— “I love you; I want you tor my wife; I want to take care of you, dear, if you will let me.” “I can’t help it,” I returned feebly, and vaguely. “No, of course not, and I don’t want you to. Darling, you must have seen that I love you, and you must, you surclv must care a little for me in return i” “I don’t know,” I said, more feebly still; and.the golden opportunity for revenge and retaliation was gone by forever. I might have been cool and proud, haughty and defiant, laughed in his face and’ told him I scorned his love as he had scorned my poetry; instead of which I stooil treinbling and blushing in his arms, while he kissed my face and called me all sorts of pretty names; and, in spite of myself, I confess I liked it It is humiliating, it is horrid, but it is true—1 did love the handsome, hateful editor. “Darling,” he cried, holding me, from him at arm’s length, “you’ro a vixen—you’re too fond of that vagrant jMiet—you detest me cordially} still, Madeline, I love you, and I behove I have loved you from that day when your presence inatle a spot of sunshine in my very shady editorial den. Someday, pcrliaps, you will learn to cai*o a little about me.” • * ♦ * * Six months afterward we were married at St. George’s, Bloomsbury, and when Jeff came home aud heard all about it, I thought he would have foue out of his mind with joy. Now write what I please for the Arlington ; and, though the editor goes over it, he does not (Taro alter a syllable, so (hat in that resjioct I have gained my I>oint. I have conquered my first ediior.—[English Magazine. The Flower Girl. I'm Koinf to tlie farden Where ■unimer rose» blow; I'll make me a little «iMter OÍ all the flowers that frow; I'll make her body of lilies, Iteraiise they're witt and w hite; I'll make her eyes of violeU, With dewdro|)S shining bright; I'll make her Unset rosebuds; Her ebeeksof rose leaves—red, Her hair of »llky corn te|js All braided'round ber bead; With spnle tree and pear leaves I'll make her a lovely gown. With rewsef golden bnltercu|is For buttons, up aud down. I'll danoe with my little sister Away to the river straiui— Away across the water— Awav luto fairy land. —iCharles G. Iceland. Ladies, attention! In the Diamond Dyes naoro coloring ia given than in any known dyea, and thejr give faster and more hrllUant colors. lOo at all druggists. Everybody praises them. WelU, Bichard-SOD « Co., Burlington, Vt. Nearly five thousand women are employed in the varlous.QoTernment ofioes in England.    • “Uongh on Pain." Ask fer It. Qulek «-nre. Co Ic, Cramps, Diarrbois; externally lor sebes, palaa, sprains, bsadaens, nsundgla. Polk’s Furiret ful ness, [“Carp” in Cleveland Leaucr.J Speaking of Blaine’s memory reminds me of a story of Governor Jones, of Tennessee, who used this same faculty so well against James K. Polk. They tell the tale iu the backwoods of Teunesftec. Polk could never remember a face, and he had little tact in concealing this failing. In the campaign for the Govcrnorshi]» of the iState before Polk was elected President, Polk was nominated by the Democrats and Jones by the Whigs. The two men made part of the campaign together, both siicaking at the same places. At the first meeting Polk told a few stories and Jones followed, beating him badly. After that Polk took another tact. He saw Jones eould beat him at the facetious and carried on liis campaign with a wise and grave air, filling his speeches with argument aud siieuring at story telling as below the dignity of statesmen. One day during the campaign, while riding along a country road, a farmer who had for years been one of Polk’s constituents, and had lived within two miles of his homo, met him. It was in a county to which this man hatl moved the year befoie. aud It was several miles away from his old home. As he saw Polk he raised his hat and said: “How do you do, Mr. Polk ?” Polk looked at him coldly and could not recall his name. He said: “I am sorry, sir, hut you have the advantage of me.” Tlic mail then told him Avho ho was. Polk at last remembered him, ami asked for his vote. While this was gt'ing on. Governor Jones was riding along ill iiis carriage about half a mile behind, and us the man got through with Polk he approucJied. As soon as he cunic in siglit of him hu raised his hat, and when he came uji stopped his carriage and held out his hand, saying, “How do you do, Mr. Blank, I am glad to see you. When did you move out here?” Jones had met him at apolitical meeting at Polk’s town a year or two before, and had merely siiakcn hands with him. Blank was surprised at being remembered, and as he left said: ‘‘Governor, I am going to vote lor you. All my life I have been working for tliat man Polk, and here lie don’t know me when lie sees me. Ha is too higbtoiied to recollect a poor man. You remember a ff4)*fr'«iter wechig him one», «wff hereafter 1 am going to give my support to you.” Why Coiiiiiiudore Garrison Killed a Man. [San hVnncisco Post.] In his life and ending Ralston was perhaps the typical Californian of the early time. In 1847 he began life as second clerk on the steamboat Convoy (of which C. K. Garrison was captain and main owner), running from St. Louis to New Orleans. After varied fortunes, in 1849 Coinnioilore Garrison killed a well-known Missis-sippian ill a fight, shouting him in the head just in time to save his own life. The family of the man he killed was a very rit;h and powerful one at that time, and while Garrison did what he did clearly in self-defense, yet he certainly would have been killed by some of the dead man’s brothers if he continued to run on the river. He therefore concluded to leave the South, and the California gold excitement breaking out at that time, he went out there, his clerk, Ralston, following him. As might be exjiccted, Gtrrison soon became very rich, and cstabiishod the firm of Garrison, Frctz A Ralston. After making an immense fortune he came East to New York, leaving Ralston one of the leading financiers of that section. His life, adventures and sad death arc too well remembered to need further mention. Sick Headache. Among the chronic ailments hardest to bear and bnrdest to eure may be cliissetl “Sick Headache,” from which so nmny suffer pei'ieiiical tortures. In our admin, istration of Compound Oxygen we have been able to break the force and continuity of this disease In nearly every case, and where the treatment has beeii coutlnueil lor a sutUcient time to make a radical cure. In a recent cuse which came aiiUer our treatment we have the following report of prompt relief. It comes front a gciille-luanof Wind Khlifc, Pa. He says: "1 had sufferwl tor ten months witli a blind, nervous headache, never btdiig over two days without it. 1 tried diff<‘reut kinds ut teas snid to be good for beuduche,hul niy nead only got worse. 1 saw your Compound Oxygen recoininendwl. • * * i coinniencetl Inhaling on Wednewiay. On Sunday 1 had a very severe h|m*H of nervous sick heatiache—got iiiinib. 1 used th< Compound Oxygen for three weeks, and have not had a sick headache since. It has been nearly a month since 1 stop|>ed using it. 1 feel very grateful to von lor so good a medicine. * • * Also for another painliil condition 1 leel that three weeks of your Treatment has cured me. 1 have often bad to take morphine. Not a ]>uin any more.” Our “Treatise on Compound Oxygen,” containing a history of the dl^covery and inode of action of this remurkalde curative agent, and a large record of siirprising cures in Consumption. Catarrh, Neuralgia, Bronchitis, Asthma, Ac., and a wide range of chronic diseases, will tie sent free. Address Drs. Htarkey A Talen, 1106 and 1111 Girard St., Tbilada. it was consiilcrcd rather unofficial to tlo much work during office hours. The idea of a per diem official of any sort working as hard as some men who are paid by tbc day work now would have been considered perfectly absurd. I remember my friend Street, a very elegant Virginia gentlciiinii—he al-w’ays played with red checks—was once given some Federal employment at a [ler diem. He had a sallow-faced sclioolmastcr from Maim*, who had lieen living on a salary of ¡flñO a year, as an assistant. Street went off one night soon after his arrival on a regular old-fashioned ‘time.’ He visited all the bars and ‘hanks’ iu town, and patronized them all. He dropiied all the money he had left Into the tiger’s mouth. The morning alter he sobered up he walked into bis office. The Yankee assistant eame forward smiling and bowing. ‘I’ve tinislied nearly all our work, sir,’ ho began, showing Street a great muss of manuscript; ‘I’ve been working nine hours a day, sir; I can work a lilllc faster and longer, sir, if you desire.’ Street was sjieechless witli rage. ‘Tear that stuff up,’ he said to tiie i>oor clerk, ‘and throw it in the fire, and don’t let me ever hear again of your writing more than a page and a half a day. Why, you’re taking the bread out of the months of iny wife and children.’ The clerk soon learned wisdom. They staid in office for years. After a while the clerk, who had never seen so much moiiuy iu his life, came to Street to say : *1 don’t know what to do with my money, sir.’ ‘1 know a bank,’ said Street, ‘where a wild time grows;’ and that night he showed that benighted Yanket all the faro games in Washington. The Yankee came on so rapidly that he was soon borrowing money at two per cent per mouth.” BettinK Their False TsmjHi. (San Francisco Pally Excliniiirc.] One of the delegates to the Democratic (/onvcntion at Stockton was Undo Bob Foiilkc, who is a chaiacter known all over the mining districts of this Slate and Nevada. Uncle Bob is now past eighty years of ago, but still spry and chipper, is a prominent citizen of Mono County and u shining liglit in the Democratic councils of tiiat county. He is one of the old fashioned kind of Democrats, who swear by Andrew Jackson’s great toe and would r|ithi‘.i’ nla,y tlraw^oker -tux than receive a througu UcKct to iriri’ heaven. Once u 1)011 a time, in the good old days when a |20 piece dhln’t look as bigas a short bit does now^ Uncle Bob was engaged in his favorite pastime with a professional sport, single-handed. The njiort was down to his last cent, sitting behind a good hand, and Uncle Bob had just raised him. Putting his fingers to his mouth lie look therefrom two false teeth on a gold plate. “See here. Uncle Bob,” he said, “there’s more gold iu this plate than enough to call your bet; i’ll call you and raise you the rest of the value.” “All right,” said Uncle Bob, and reaching his hand into his mouth, he drew forth a full upper set, mounted iu gold, and, throwing it into the pot, said: “Sonny, I’ll raise you the balance of this piece.” ’The sport passed out Lightning Hhoota the Hat. [tlisriotie (N. G.) Observer.] Mr. J. W. McWhirtcr was leaning against the new telephone pule on the corner Of Trade and College streets yesterday morning during tlic storm, when there came a flash of lightning and he felt his hat jerk sharply. He pulled it from his head aud found#iie rim in a blaze, wlikh ho quickly extinguished. The electric fluid burned a small hole in his hut that looked as if it had been made by a pistol shot. He says that he felt no shock whatever, and that it seemed as if some one had caught his hat and gave it a (juick jerk. Next to a telegraph pole, a lightning rod is the safest thing to lean against during a thundci' storm. IsMUCH or IHiolorlo. [I'lillmielpliis Tiiiios.] If the Democratic action be such aa to (vimmend support from those who have protested against Blaine, the canvass will not be only close nud importaut, but it will iiutiirally BbH|>e itself upon large issues that will enicross the attention of those who do not (ri'iierally care much for mere party couU'Sts. Gtlierwiwi we may have lively CHiiipuiitn, but It will be like to run into empty rliotorio and personal or par tisan abuse, and thu conservative masses, who might determine the election of one candidate or the other, will he disposed to let them both alone. The GimmI Old Tunea. [Washington Letter.] “In th« better days of the Republic,” said an old official, “we civil servants did not have to work so bard as we dp uow. In fact, before the war A Special luvltatlui) We ee|>eoÍHlly invite a trial by all those sufferers from Kidney and Llvercomplalnts who have failed to obtain relief from other remedios and from doctors. Nature’s great reiinKly, Kldiiey-Wort, has effected cures iu many obstinate cases. It acts at once on the Kldiievs, Liver and Bowels, cleansing the system of all poisonous humors and restoring a bealthv condition of tliuse im-|)Ortant organs. Do not be discouraged but try It. Muslo of (he Future, [rbilsdelphis FrsM.J Lightning struck a ball out in Minneapolis where some of Wagner’s muslo was being rendered, sod the issder of the or The Empcj Oradle. The rrnrtlc is eaurty esw. Fur goliMiairedlNib)' May No more in it is sleeping Throughout the livelong day. As we sec it standing there, III tlie dingy garret room, W e think of the laughing baby As a wliite «ose all in bloom. And wc think of the piiinted toys, Ann the lullnhly refrniii. And the (leiirly ihinpletl knuckles, And the Huy countifrjiaiic. And the mellow soft hhie eves Tiint twinkled all the while, And the little school of dimples That played about her iniilc. The summer mar come «gain Willi Its cioiidsas white «S curds, And its Mil ver-lingered dslMlea And its song ufTiappy birds. But what are the songs to us? And wiint Im tlie cloudless day? Ami ilie silver-flngemi «liiisies When we bavun’tuur buby Mayt Tot she hears «II the summer hinls And Hie Crickets and katydids— She's in I'auiiicket. the mother Of a doxen blooming kids. —[New Voik Sua CVUltENT FUN. They say Flower is not kiieadcil for cHiididute.—[Boston Coniincrcial Bulletin. A New Haven paper pub'ishca an item headed “Ibiitl Sueak Tbicv-aud yet New Uavcu is a University town.—[Boston Post. An cxchan;ie says: “London consumes annually about 800,(X)0 bead of cattle.” M'ondcr where iiiliabitanta get their ox tail soup from ?—[N. Y. journal. Why do f?irls wear white dresses at picnics ?’’ says an exchanife. We don’t know unless it is to attract the lioys away from the pics.—[Burlington Free Press. A rcjiorler deserlhes the color of the sacred elephant as being “like the ash ot a good cigar.” We «niipo.se this is caused by his being puffed so much. —[Boston Commercial Bulletin. The dog is not so muoli below mankind, aud is certainly to bo eoiigratu-latcd rather than couiiniscraU'd on one thing—he doesn’t have to send his collar to the laundry every week. —[Lowell Citizen. ilBseif aomca a tinw in wrcry BtUe trlrl’s Ufc wlien she is seized with a lunging to cook.—[Evening Post. And there comes a tima in every big fills life when she is seized with a onging to hire someboily else to cook. It comes after she gets niar-ricd.—[Philadelphia Call. “Onida” says of one of her heroines, that “when slie smiled, her Miiilc was soft and sudden, like the smile of one who hears fair tidings in the heart uiiHpokcn.” Soft aud sudden, eh? Should say that was like a blow iu the ear from a tomato that bad retired from active life: but {icrhapi Onida’s simile is ia oettcr taste.— [Lowell Citizen. “No,” said Mrs. Lookabont, “I don’t like to have mv husband drink ; but then, you know, it’s really necessary. Pray, how should I have found out, if he didn’t, tliat Mrs. Browiijug’i husband st>cmls half his time in a grog shop, or that Mr. Tansy visits Julep’s saloon three times a day just as regular as the day comes round?* —[Boston Transcript. Major Calkins. ' riniliuiiaiHilU JouriiKi.i The nomination of Major Calkins was in obedience to a desire to have a candidate at the head of the ticket who could lead tlie party iu a cam-[laigii of debato, as this one will largely be, and whose long and honorable exi>crieiicc In public life fitted him for every encounter to which ho might be called, and for the efficient jicrformanco of the duties of the office to which be will lie elected. In the prime of sturdy iminhood, with ail unblemished character and re]>-utatiun, with splendid [ihysieal health and natural and acquired abilities ol the highest oixlcr, having worketl his way up from hiiinldc life by the toree of his own iiulomitable will and courage, William H. Calkins stands the peer ot any man in Indiana, worthy the 8iipi)ort of every honorable citizen. _______ What W'cnlth W ill Huy-ln Chicago. [Chicngo Nuws.l Small fruit is ra[)idly becoiiiiiig a drug ill the Cliicago market. For five cents you can buy a quart box of strawberries, containing eleven al-legeii strawberries k l>H»t of sand and a dozen green ealcrpillars. Green peas with sjiiders’ eggs in them are |2 ])cr busJiel. TWo dollars will buy a case of pcarhes and iiiiiuiiierable cases of cholera morbus thrown in. Raspberries with whiskers on them are lifteeti cents a box. The St. liouls. Mo., ToauDlsuatoh say* that Mrs. Thuelte Rice, 1208 Madison streeb a sister of llou. II. Clay Sexton, Chief, 8t< Louis Fire I)(>|>art, had been a aufferei from iuflammatorjr rheumatism for seven years; the mu soles of ber arms and liiube were conuacted and she used orutuhee. By a ain|(le application of 8t. Jacobs Oil sbe waa beuefltcd iutUntaneouaiy, and obeatra merely luoiMltd to ibe man at    oompletelv    cured, big drum to bit it more genUy In the next inning. ‘•Tbat tired leellng” hrom which you suffer so much, partioularir in the morning, is entirely thrown off by Uood’e barsa-parilla. lire. Prowers, a beautlhil widow of Weal lau Animat, New Mexico, ia worth |1A,-000,006, moatiy la oattle. Mr hnsbaml (writes s Italg) is thres tlssea Ur man linoe using “Wells’ Ueaith Kenewtr.’*

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