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D1CNXHON.
SUNDAY MORNING.
THE SCOUTS IN CAMP.
" Pile on _a few more gine knots, Tom; it's snap-
The wiin1
pin' cold to-niaht—
rlba from Rooty Canon
kiud o' bite—
lain'
Domes with keenest
Let's liov a rousln' old camp Are, an' thon we 11
have a chat;
l'leiuiti hand my riflo OTer hyar—must keep my
piw on that! . ... ,
A feller doesn't allers know Jist when lie 11 need
Jist vrh'en tBe oussed Injun sneaks ar' huntin'
artor fun. , ....
Light up yer pipe, old pardner, thar b nuthin
like asmoke
To fill the intermisHion thet'B atween cach yarn |
or Joke.
"I don't know what'* got inter me, fur on the
trail to-day. ....
My thoughts hev bin a scout in', 'round a oamp
that's far away!
A camp thet's in God's country,' near thet
bright Ohio Btream,
An' the mem'ries of the past kep' orowdin on
me like a dream!
I seed the old log farm house, whar' I spent my
early days;
The school house with its noisy crew; the boys
in all their plays;
I could see the old red meetin' house, whar' once
1 Jinedthe churoh—
Stood in with pioiu folks a while, then left em
in the lurch! «
God bless that old red meetin' house! I tell ye,
Tom, it makes
My heart heat up with warmest love, an every
fiber quakea,
When mem'ries Bhoot across my trail, of all the
Joys I seed.
Afore 1 J'ined the gln'ral rush in the'49 stam-
pede 1
(Whoa, ChiefI you cussed idiott Don't Jump at
every sound! . .
Best fill yerself with grass—whoa, boy! Jist quit
thet Bnortin round! . ,
Git back thar' to yer grazin —that war • wolf
you heard*—
Or else the hootin of an owl, or flutterin' of a
bird!)
" As 1 war sayin', Tom, I used to listen to the
talk,
When the old gray-headed preacher told us how
to toe the coalk.
If ever thar' war' a righteous man I'll back old
Parson Hurd
Agin the tlyeBt Gospel sharp thet ever slung the
Word! .
He wfe'n't as eloquent as some, an' didn t wear
sieh clothes
As them thet hung gold spectacles across a pious
nose;
But when it comes to Gospel-talk thet overtook
the heart;
The old man bulged away ahead, an' played a
lend in' part!
" When I growed to be eighteen, or so, I mind I
used ter sit
An' hear the parson drawin' consolation from
the writ;
But some how or another, no matter how I
tried.
I couldn't keep these eyes o' mine from wander-
in' to the side
Whar all the country gals'd sit, in the best o'
Sunday clothes,
A wonderinrarter meetin's out, who'd ketch the
smartest beaus!
This heart o' mine'd beat tattoo when I'd git a
lovin' look
From a daisy with her face half hid behind her
singin book!
'• An' when the benediction an' Doxology war
played
We'd draw up in a lino outside the door, an' oh,
how 'fraid
I used ter feel, afore my turn, as each successive
beau
Marched out o' ranks up to his gal, an' crooked
his arm, ye know!
But arter hookin' on myself, an' Btartin' down
the lane
Toward her daddy's farm, my courage all came
back again,
An' then we'd laugh, an' chat, an' sing, and
squeeze each other's hands,
An' say a thousan' things that none but lovers
understand!
"I had the sweetest little gal that ever slung a
kiss.
An' the days I spent a sparkin' war all gilt-edged
with bliss!
I'd a married that thar' beauty, Tom, if that
'tarnal cry of gold
Hadn't like an ocean billow overall the country
rolled!
I caught the fever, like the rest, an' kissed the
gal good-bye.
An' left her standin' in the lane with sad an'
tearful eye!
I promised to go back, of course, at no great dis-
tant day.
But when a man gets in these hills he'B liable to
stay.
"I hunted gold industriously, but couldn't
make a stnkc,
An' then I emigrated liyar, endeavorin' ter
make
Enough to take me home, but failed—an' then
fur Uncle Bam
I started huntin' Injuns on the trail, an' hyar I
atn!
But BOme day, Tom, I may go back to take a
peep around
At the old familiar objects on my early stampin'
ground—
Look up thet gal ?'not much, old pard; I'll bet
thet country school
Is.educatin' kidso' hers—whoa. Chief !you 'tarnal
fool!"
—'" Wyoming Kit," In the Detroit Free Press.
THE LOTTERY TICKET.
Painstecl was in a state of excitement.
There was gossiping by the roadside
and over early tea-tables.
Innumerable voices had uttered the
exclamations, " Do tell" and " I want
to know!" but all that had happened
was the quietest wedding possible.
Two people in their Sunday clothes,
accompanied by two friends also arrayed
In their best, had walked over to the
church, and there the minister had pro-
nounced them man and wife.
Even at Painsted people sometimes
married, and many more important per-
sons had been made one than Sally
Coi'kindahl and Simon Wheeler; but
somehow Painsted was excited.
Sally Corkindahl was a young woman
of thirty, without beauty, but wonder-
fully neat and industrious.
Ever since her fifteenth birthday she
had gone about from house to house
making dresses and children's clothes,
known everywhere as a good, pious
young woman, but never considered at-
tractive.
Her work was good and slow. In the
course of these fifteen years she had laid
by fifty pounds.
She always had a black alpaca, a clean
linen collar, and a checked apron; but
whether they were the same or were oc-
casionally renewed, no one could tell.
Simon Wheeler was a very
young man of four-and-twenty," wit
light nair and big blue eyes.
Since he left school he had never been
known to do anything but sit on his aunt
Wheeler's door step and look at the news-
paper—actually " look" at it—he never
read it.
As soon as it arrived he would seize
upon it, turn to a special corner and look
at it.
What he stared at, though this was
known only to himself, was a small ad-
vertisement which occupied the same
position in that particular paper from
one year's end to the other, and which
was headed: " Great Gumbo Lottery I
Capital Prize, Fifty Thousand Poufids.
Tickets, one pound cach."
When the day of the drawing came,
and a little list of numbers was to be
seen below this advertisement Simon
looked longer and was often observed to
•fgh.
Not, however, because he had invested
his money in tickets and lost, but be-
cause he had none to invest. Aunt
Wheeler was not too generous.
" I'll keep you till you can keep your-
self," she often said, " but I shan't have
my money wasted on cigars and wine.
You're bettor off without none."
Simon neither desired wine or cigars,
nor any other luxury of dissipated youth;
but if no could have had tho price of a
lottery ticket without working for it, he
would have rejoiced.
In his early boyhood he had dreamed
that he had drawn a lucky number. He
believed in dreams—that dream in par-
ticular.
It had the effect upon him that having
his name in a will has upon many a
young man.
He saw no need of learning a trade,
of going into a shop or setting himself
to earn his bread anywhere or in any
manner.
With his first pound he would buy a
lottery ticket, draw the fifty thousand
prize, reimburse his aunt for all that she
had expended upon him, be very jolly and
generous to everybody, and "liveluxu-
riously every day," like the town mouse
in the fable.
One afternoon as he sauntered in,
sleepy-eyed and dreamy, he found Sally
Corkindahl at the tea-table.
She had been sewing for his aunt all
the afternoon.
Meanwhile he also hail been very busy.
He had found an imaginary pound,
bought a ticket, drawn the prize, and be-
stowed upon his aunt a little carriage,
two cream-colored horses and a black
silk dress.
Her delight over the unexpected pres-
ent and wonderful news had kept him
from opening the canned fruit as he had
promised to do.
Mrs. Wheeler, who knew nothing of
this fine waking dream, desired to scold
him.
However, Sally's presence prevented
her from doing so. She contented her-
self with a talk at him over the dress-
maker's shoulder.
She praised tho girl's industry, her
prudence, her economy.
"That's the way to get on," she said
—" that's the spirit 1 like. Independent
from the time you lost your parents, and
making little savings all the while.
Don't say, ' only fifty pounds.' Every
little makes a mickle, I've heard my
grandmother say. Many a one that; has
earned double your money hasn't saved
a penny."
Simon listened.
"Fifty pounds!" said he to himself.
"Why don't she buy a lottery ticket,
draw a prize, and stop sewingP I would."
He looked earnestly at Sally. The
color came into her thin cheeks.
She was not often the object of such
intent regard.
Could it be that this young man ad-
mired lier?
Sally Corkindahl felt sure that this was
so when Simon offered to see her home
that evening.
That was the beginning; of it.
The end was that wedding which had
awakened such astonishment at Painsted.
The wonder that industrious Sally
Corkindahl had married such an idle
fellow, who certainly could not take care
of her, was only matched by the wonder
that handsome Simon Wheeler had mar-
ried that plain, utterly unattractive Sally
Corkindanl.
Mrs. Wheeler resented it highly.
" Since you've chosen a common seam-
stress, and married her without a hint to
mo, you can take care of her," she said;
"I won't."
So Simon had sauntered over to the
one room which Sally hired, with his
portmanteau in one hand and an um-
brella in the other; and Sally still went
out to work, while Simon sat at the win-
dow and looked at his paper.
He had told her he expected to come
into a fortune, and she received his state-
ment with the credulity of love, and was
content to pinch and toil in the mean-
time.
She had placed her savings book in his
hands.
All she had was his by the law of her
love, and before their wedding-day was
over Simon had bought his first ticket.
It was that that made his heart beat so
wildly, not the touch of her honest hand
upon his own as she met him in the gloam-
ing; but he said to himself, "There
shan't be any more drudgery for Sally
when I'draw the capital prize."
There are twelve months in the year;
each month the great Gumbo Lottery
had a drawing—each month Simon
Wheeler bought a ticket and drew a
blank.
Sally knew nothing of it.
The anniversary of their wedding
came. On that day Simon bought two
tickets, and in due course of time drew
two blanks.
He was always kind to his wife, for-
ever talked of his expectations, and
praised her industry; forever looked at
the paper, and made little sums in lead
pencil on Sally's pine table.
At the end of two years Sally began
to feel a little anxious, at the end of
three a little weary, at the end of four
alarmed.
Forty-eight months had passed by,
forty-eight drawings had been made by
the Gumbo Lottery, and forty-eight
blanks had been drawn by Simon.
One day he made his purchase with
trepidation, and returned home trem-
bling; he had spent the last pound of his
poor wife's hoard!
He had bought his fiftieth ticket in the
Gumbo, and for the first time his heart
failed him; he had always expected a
prize before, now lie only looked for a
blank.
He went into his small room. Sally
sat at her table sewing. She looked up
at Simon as he entered, and her eyes
filled with tears.
"Husband," she said, "I've got to
ask you about the bank book. I hoped
to leave tho money lie and then add to it.
You've got it safe, I suppose."
"Yes, the book is safe," said Simon,
with a dreary expression.
"I'd like to see it, if you don't mind,"
said poor Sally, "it seems as if it would
be a sort of comfort."
Simon took the book from his pocket
and handed it to her.
She opened it and glanced at it.
Then her face flushed and she began
to cry.
"Don't!" said Simon. "Don't, Sally!
—don't cry. I meant it for the best."
" If you needed it, you were welcome.
It belonged to you as much as to me,"
said Sally; " but you might have men-
tioned it. I'd have been prepared." •
" I was so sure," said Simon. " So
sure."
" So sure of whatP" asked Sally.
" Of the fifty thousand pounds," said
Simon; " I expected it long ago."
mean
" Viiifvi' nrver 11 >!<I n
pect il from," said Sally
11 iiilk it, will III! left Voll
lather's money? if y>
oould think it over. Wl
woiddn't docoive me, and you
erazj; imt l can't think what you
by expecting fifty thousand pounds.
And, on, I am so worried, Simon!"
. " Perhaps it may como yet, Sally,"
said Simon.
Ho took his handkerchief from his
pocket as he spoke and wiped his wife's
eyes with it.
As he did so a bit of yellow paper fell
into her lap—the last Gumbo Lottery
ticket, bought but an hour before.
She caught at it and her face flushed
again. She looked at her husband with
the gleam of anger in her eyes, and cried
out, sharply:
"Is this itP Is this the secret—the
fortune you've talked of P Are you crazy
enough for thisP Have you been buy-
ing tickets in that cheating lottery all
those years, and is my last pound, that
I see'you have drawn from the bank to-
day, spent for that thing P"
Poor Simon! He stared at liis wife for
a long time without answering; thon he
said, slowly:
" Think of it—forty-nine blanks, and
every time I expected a prize—the capi-
tal prize. Think of my disappointment!"
" I can't think of anything except that
I've married a fool," said Sally. "1
could kill myself when I think of it. I
believe you married me to get that fifty
pounds to gamble with."
Then she began to cry.
" Yes, I've been a fool," he said; "but
though the money made me think of ask-
ing you to have me, I meant to make you
rich. I did, Sally; I vow I did. We'vo
Sot along veiy well, haven't we? I
link a great deal of you. I meant to
do everything for you; but it's all over
now. 1 look at that ticket, and I know
it's a blank. I should never buy another
—never, never! You see, that dream—
I told you once of my dream—appeared
as if it must como true; but my luck is
bad, I see that "
" Luck!" cried Sally, stung by resent-
ment. "Luck! O, get out of my sight!
Pick up that ticket that you've spent my
last hard-earned pound on, and go where
I can't see you for a little while, do!"
"I'm going, Sally!" said Simon.
He stepped towards her as he spoke.
He would have kissed her if she had
permitted him to do so.
Then he picked up the yellow ticket,
read the number aloud—9889—crammed
it into his pocket, and sauntered away.
At six o'clock that evening there was a
little crowd beside the mill dam.
It was fast increasing, for a body had
been taken out of the water with a pock-
et handkerchief full of stones about the
neck; Simon Wheeler's body.
He had drowned himself in less than
half an hour after he had walked so leis-
urely away from his injured Sally's pres-
ence.
They found in his pocket an empty
purse, a little list of numbers, and a yel-
low ticket soaked through, but still bear-
ing on its surface the figures 9889.
Sally would have known what it was
but she never saw it, or the dead face
that looked in its marble whiteness like
some beautiful statue, for she lay upon
her pillow as white as lie, with her tittle
baby on her bosom; and the throe were
buried together in the little churchyard at
Painsted. \ (
On the day of the funeral there was a
drawing of the Gumbo Lottery.
The manager of the enterprise shouted
tho numbers of the capital prizes; 9889
was not among them. Its holder was not
entitled to fifty thousand pounds.
But it made no difference. Simon
Wheeler lay beside his wife unconscious
of the drawing, and the yellow ticket had
long ago resolved itself into a yellow sop
among the sedgy grasses by the mill-
pond.
How the Women Voted in Massachusetts.
Miss Louise M. Alcott, in a letter to
the Woman's Journal about the Concord
(Mass.) election, at which women voted
for the first, time for School Committee,
thus describes the scene and reports her
impressions: "The Moderator (who is
also the Registrar, and has most kindly
and faithfully done his duty to the wom-
en, in spite of his own difference of opin-
ion) then announced that the ladies would
prepare their votes and deposit them be-
fore the men did. No one objected, we
were ready, and filed out in good order,
dropping our votes and passing back to
our seats as quickly and quietly as possi-
ble, while the assembled gentlemen
watched us in solemn silence. No bolt
fell on our audacious heads, no earth-
quake shook the town, but a pleasing
surprise created a general outbreak of
laughter and applause, for scarcely were
we seated when Judge Hoar rose and
proposed that tho polls be closed.
The motion was carried before the
laugh subsided, and the polls were
closed without a man's voting—a per-
fectly fair proceeding, we thought, since
we were allowed no voice on any other
question. The business of the meeting
went on, and the women remained to
hear the discussion of ways and means
and see the officers elected with neat-
ness and dispatch by the few who ap-
peared to run the town pretty much as
they pleased. At five the housewives
retired to get, tea for the exhausted gen-
tlemen, some of whom certainly looked
as if they would need refreshment of
some sort after their labor. I was
curious to observe, ns the women went
out, how the faces which had regarded
them with disapproval, derision or doubt
wiicn they wont in, now smiled affably,
while several men hoped the ladies would
come again, asked now thoy liked it
and assured them that there had not
been so orderly a meeting for years.
One of the pleasant sights to my eyes
was a flock of schoolboys watching with
great interest their mothers, aunts and
sisters who were showing them how to
vote when their own emancipation day-
came. Another was the spectacle of
women sitting beside their husbands,
who greatly enjoyed the affair, though
many of them differed in opinion and
had their doubts about the suffrage ques-
tion. Among the new voters were the
descendants of Major Buttriek of Con-
cord fight renown, two of Hancock and
Quiney, and others whose grandfathers
or great-grandfathers had been among
the first settlers of the town. A goodly
array of dignified and earnest women,
though some of the ' first families' of the
historic town wero conspicuous by their
absence."
MISCELLANEOUS.
—The Melbourno Argus estimates the
yield of gold in Victoria iu 1879 as less
than half what it was in 1808.
Designs in garden tools for orna-
menting bonnets are more odd than
pretty, but preferable to bugs and beetles.
—Worth is said to have made this re-
mark to a lady who was dowdily dressed:
" Madame, I cannot risk my reputation
on you."
—Lottie Guy of Syracuse N. Y.,
whistles for money, and it comes to her.
She gives whistling concerts, is young,
and looks pretty with her lips puckered.
Her performance sounds like a piccolo.
—On South Eel Rivor, Humboldt
County, Cal., Mr. Adams recently poi-
soned a bird of the vulture species which
measured nine feet across tho wings,
four feet from beak to tail and eighteen
inches from crown to tip of boak.
—Professor Curtiss, accompanied by o
Government land surveyor, has gone to
Greece to complete the archaeological
exploration of Olyinpia. For this pur-
pose tho Emperor William lias granted
the sum of 80,000 marks (about $20,-
000).
—Co-operation has proved highly suc-
cessful in England, so far as management
of stores for the sale of dry goods, gro-
ceries and family supplies are concerned.
The commercial classes are demanding
a Parliamentary enactment for the entire
prohibition of co-operative stores, and
the question has been dragged into tho
political arena.
—The owners of cotton factories in the
East insure each " other on tho mutual
plan, and thus it is claimed save three-
fourths of the premiums that tho insur-
ance companies demand. Improvements
that have been introduced have greatly
lessened tho risks on such property,
though the insurance companies hold to
tho old schedule of rates.
—Mat hew McKay, of Oswego, N. Y.,
has been bothered at finding liis clock
stopped mornings. Ho had it examined,
but the repairer could find nothing
wrong. He watched, and discovered
the family cat to be tho cause of the mis-
chief. Attracted by the ticking of the
clock, she climbed up to the shelf, pulled
open the door, and pawed the hands
around the dial till it stopped.
—The story is told that some time
since the Prince of Wales took to wear-
ing wasli-linen neckties. Tho silk-tio
makers of London were in despair, fore-
seeing that general adoption of the new
fashion would be their ruin. They finally
hit upon the happy expedifent of furnish-
ing the West-end street-sweepers with
neckties similar to those worn by royal-
ty, renewing them as fast as they became
soiled. His Royal Highness relapsed into
silk ties.
—Mr. James W. Hale, of Springfield,
Mass., who died in 1863, directed that
tho income of one-half of his property,
estimated at $60,000, should, upon the
death of his wife, be spent for stoves,
fuel, and flour for the deserving poor,
three of the city pastors and tho Clerk
of the Courts being tho almoners of the
bounty. The wife, who was given the
disposition of the other half of his prop-
erty, has just died.
•—The Emperor William has been four
times attacked—by Sedeker in 1852, by
Bekkerin 1861, by Hoedel in 1878, and
by Nobiling in the same year. Now tho
Emperor William, whose system of drill
has created better marksmen than the
French, has been twice wounded, Then
tho other sovereigns of Europe have all
had to pass through the fire, and the
Duke of Parma, and Prince Michael of
Servia have really been sacrificed, while,
strange to say, as if it was as much hatred
of authority as of royalty that guides the
assassin's hand, we have as many at-
tempts against Presidents of Republics,
and all have been successful. Thus Abra-
ham Lincoln of the United States, Bolta
of Peru, Morales of Bolivia, Garcia Mor-
cua of Ecuador, and Gill of Paraguay
have all been murdered within the last
fifteen years.
A Curious Plant.
That curious plant, the Rose of Jer-
icho, often sold as a curiosity, has re-
cently been correctly and well described
by the veteran botanist, Mr. J. Smith,
ex-curator of Ivew Gardens, London, in
a little work entitled " A History of Bible
Plants." After detailing certain pas
sages of the Scriptures which are sup-
posed to refer to the "rose of Jerii'ho,"
he proceeds to say, "It is an annual,
Inn ing a tap root from which numerous
branches arc produced, forming a cir-
cular disk about a foot in diameter, at
first lying nearly flat on the ground. It
has small leaves, and small white flow-
ers at their axes. When tho seeds are
perfected, tho stems become dry, hard-
ened and incurved, their points meetin,
anil forming a skeleton hollow bal
which in time (by the power of tho
wind) loses hold of the ground, and, be-
ing blown about, rolls and turns like
wheel." This plant belongs to the m
ural order Crucifcras, and has been ren-
dered famous by the peculiar hyglomet-
ric properties of its stem and branches.
It affords a very interesting example of
tho means by which nature effects the
dispersion of seeds. The fruit, is a small
roundish siliele with two woody valves
each, each of which terminates at its
apex in an acute point. During the dry
seasons these plant balls are scattered
far and wide by the winds over tho
sandy tracts of land extending from
Syria to Algeria, and on the return of
tho rains the branches spread out, the
diminutive silicics burst and release tho
seeds, which speedily germinate in the
damp warm soil. This alternate closing
and expanding of the branches continues
for many years. Concerning the strange
manner in which these singular plants
are scattered, the traveler, Dr. Thomp-
son, lias written as follows: " When
ripe and dry in autumn, the branches
become rigid and light as a feather, the
parent stem breaks off at the ground,
and the, wind carries these vegetable
globes whithersoever it pleaseth. At
the proper season thousands of them
come scudding over tho plain, rolling,
leaping and bounding, to the dismay of
both horse and rider. Once, in a plain
north of Ilamath, my horse became quite
unmanageable among them."
—Humanity.—Without the virtue of
humanity, one can neither be honest in
povorty nor contented in abundance.
FUNGKNT PARAGRAPHS.
«« Ho that gathoroth in summer is a
wise dealer," was not written of tho ico
dealer, Cincinnati Gazette.
Il is said tliat, cam will kill a cut;
but very few people care enough for a
cat to try tho experiment.— N. O. Pica-
yune.
"Shenever told her lovo"—because
her young man, anticipating something
of the kind, hasn't called to seo her since
leap year opened.—Norristown Herald.
A medical journal is discussing tho
question, how long we can live on pigs'
foet. Pigs sometimes live on tliom three
or four years, or even more.—American
Queen.
—The Buffalo Express having evidently
passed through tho mill sayS: " A man
can live on nuisic and poetry until he is
married,,but after that he must be fed
regularly or ho will make musio of an-
other kind."
—Tho latest sweet thing in the song
line is entitled, "Kiss Me Quickly,
Birdie Datling." It is described as
serio-comic—the serio part probably be-
ginning upon the arrival of tho old man.
—Chicago Tribune.
—Tho Nihilists are probably so called
because whenever thoy go a gunning for
a pionarcli, they get nothing. At least
they only get hanged, , and that isn't
what they want .—Burlington Hawk-
Eye.
—Women can keep secrets. A Wor-
cester girl on afriend's solemnly promis-
ing not to tell, told that she was going
to have four new dresses oosting sixty
dollars each. Tho friend religiously
kept lier promise not to toll and the first
mentioned young lady doesn't speak to
her now.
—A New Haven belle, according to
the Register, tired of living an aimless,
plague-painting life, has actually taken
to cooking. Sne dumped the contents
of her rouge box in her first pan of
dough instead of saJoratus, to bo sure,
but the beautiful rose tint it imparted to
the bread after it was baked amply at-
toned for tho error. It was ornamental
cooking, merely. It wasn't intended for
dietetic purposes.
Power in Draught*-—The Horse's Breast.
Wo liavo before, quite fidly set forth
the importance of getting work teams in
the best possible condition for spring
work, and have referred in part to the
way to do this. Supposing the team to
bo in the very best possible plight for a
heavy season's work, if a badly fitted col-
lar be put into use, the favorable condi-
tion referred to will count for no consid-
erable sum as a factor in the spring's
work. When it is considered that every
pound of earth moved by the plow or dis-
turbed by tho harrow or seed drill, and
every rod traversed by the reaper or
wagon, comes by power obtained by di-
rect pressure upon the horse's breast, the,
importance of looking to tho surface
which performs so important a part, first,
last, and all the, time, should W appar-
ent. It is the heavy y,nd constant press-
ure upon tho breast in plowing that en-
dangers the breast of the horso. There
is no let up. of tho pressure, as in pro-
pelling the wagon, for in tho latter ease,
when the load g9es down an incline, the
collar leaves the breast, giving a little
respite from tho pressure, allowing the
skin and hair to part with its moisture,
and tho shoulders to take rest. But in
plowing thete is po such chance of re-
lief. The pressure of a collar is a grind-
ing, heat and sweat producing process,
and if its surface ife not absolutely smooth,
and its texture the most' even and plia-
ble that is possible to secure, the sitrface
will soon show the effects, and yo\ir fit ted
horse is quite unfit for wtirk. At the time
of shedding the spring coat the horse is
much more liable to collar gall than at
any other time, because the skin is made
sensitive by shedding the hair. Many
farmers practice careful washing of the
breast morning and evenjnrf, in cold salt
water. It is believed that this—using a
common phrase—hardens the skin. There
can hardly be any doubt of its benelieial
influence. By keeping the breast bathed
in the manner named, and the surface of
the collar smooth and clean, the breast
can generally be kept clear of harm. Yet
as stated, plowing is the trying work,
and during the season for this, unusual
vigilance will be in order. Tt is only now
and then that you find a collar-maker who
in every respect makes a first class collar.
Hunt this man out and buy of him.—
Western Farm Journal.
—Keep your mouth shut and your
yes open.
How She (Jot Noah.
A Detroit, Justice of the Peace was the
other day interviewed by a woman about
forty-five years of age, who announced
that she would be married on a certain
night at her farm-house, and His Honor
had been selected to como out and per-
form the ceremony. She asked now
much the fee' was and paid it and took
a receipt. Business concluded, she sat
down, tilled a short clay pipe with to-
bacco and indulged in asmoke.
"You won't flunk out on this?" she
said, as she rose to go, after exhausting
the contents of her pipe.
" O! no—I'll be there, sure."
" So'll I, and so'11 he, or I'll know the
reason why! He's been.clawing off a lit-
tle lately, but, I'll make him too the
mark, see if I don't."
"I hope nothing unpleasant will oc-
cur," observed the court-
" I hope so, too, tnit I'm going to bo
prepared for a scrimmage just, the same.
You always back the weaker sex, don't
you?"
" Y-ycs," softly replied the justice
"So do I, and I guess we'll bo
right. Don't forget the date."
His Honor went out last night pre-
pared to perform the ceremony with
promptness and good-will. He found
about a dozen persons assembled at the
house, and the woman looked gorgeous
under the light of three kerosene lamps.
She had her pipe going, and her face
was covered with a bland smile, as she
shook hands and said:
" Take a cheer. The old man isn't here
yet, but I'll send for him." Then, turn-
ing to a boy in the room, she continued:
" Samuel, go and tell the old man it's
time to come in and be spliced."
Samuel departed on his errand, and
after the lapse of ten minutes ho returned
and responded:
"The old man is over to Martin's.
He's got liis boots off'and is whittling out
a wooden cat, and.I don't believe ho cares
wo cents about being married to you or
mybod'y else."
The widow refilled her pipe, took sov-
bo all
oral strong* whiffs, and then said to a
long-legged farmer who scorned hungry
for tho bridal feast:
" Moses, you go over and tell Noah I
want him!"
Moses departed. Ho was absent about
ten minutes, and then lounged in and
said:
"Says ho is quite comfortable wliero
he is. Guess ho isn't on the marry very
much."
"Judge," began the woman as she
lookod around for her bonnet, " you play
a gatno of fox-atid-gcese with Muses
whiio I go over and see about'this thing.
There's going to be a marriage hero td-
night, and I'll bet anew lioss-rakoon it!"
Slio was absent about twenty minutes,
and then returned in company with Noah.
He had neither coat nor hat. on and
only one boot, and both were pmitiug
for Dreath.
" G-go ahead, Judge!" she gasped, as
slio hauled the groom into the center of
the room. "He heard me coming and
got out and run four times around the
orchard, but here he is!"
" Do you want to marry this woman?"
asked tho official as ho gave Noah a look-
ing over.
" Yaas!" was the blunt reply.
"Then why did you run awayP"
I " 'Spose I'm going to give right in the
first tliingP" demanded the indignant
Noah. "I'll go an fix up and come
book."
"No, darling—no you won't, my pet
amethyst!'' chuckled the widow, "We' 11
be married right hero and now, boots or
no boots!"
She crowded him against the table,
Moses stood behind the pah' to render
any needed aid, and the knot was soon
tied. As soon as the ceremony was over
Noah skipped out of the back door, but
no one pursued. The widow called the
ii'ig him up to this, but he'll be a little
btushful for a few weeks to come. Have
some of this roast pig, Mr. Court.—De-
troit Free Press.
A Miner Entombed Alive in a Tunnel
for Over Six Hours.
One of the most thrilling adventures
in tho annals of mining iu Amador
County happened In the Zeile mine, near
Jackson, on Wednesday last. At the
morning shift at seven o clock, Nicolaus
Njice, an Italian, with a number of
other miners, went to work taking out
ore from the 240 foot level. Noce, it
seems, was separated sohie distance
from his companions. They had been
at work but a few minutes, when the
premonitory symptoms of a coming
cave, such as the creaking of timbers
and falling of small pieces of rock, told
the workers in language not> to be dis-
regarded that it Was time to seek safer
quarters. They were not slow to obey
the warnings, immediately withdrawing
from the point, of danger, preserving
their communication with the shaft.' In
withdrawing they were not forgetful of
Noc^j, shouting to him to get out of dan-
ger's way. He, however, not having
observed the premonitions of the' ap-
proaching disaster, did not realize
the nature of the impending trouble.
The cries of his comrades con-
veyed thp idea that something was
wrong, and he retreated towards the
faoe of the tunnel. No sooner had he
got out of the way then tho crash cifnie.
One half of the ledge next to the hang-
ing wall came down with a thundering
sound, crushing the heavy timbers like
match sticks, the cave involving about
thirty feet along the ledge, rearing
an effectual barrier .between Nocc and
his comrades and liberty. It was not
long before the awful nature of Ins situa-
tion dawned upon Noce. He was cut off
in the tunnel, a lone prisoner in one of
tho recesses of the mine, with hundreds
of tons of rock and debris choking up
the only possible outlet from his cell.
From the cave the tunnel was sixty feet
in length, which would Afford air for a
day or two. lie was well provided with
candles, having two or three with him,
and lie began to contemplate the pros-
pect of having to subsist by eating them,
l ie tried to scale the loose rock and worm
his way through to the other side, be-
tween the roof and the dislodged mass,
but very soon realized that this was ut-
terly impracticable. At first the miners
on the safe side of the cave thought their
comrade was buried under the mass, but
this idea was soon dissipated by hearing
the voice of the imprisoned one calling
to them that he was alive and unhurt.
Under the direction of Superintendent
Rose men were set at work to clear a
passage way large enough for the man
to crawl through. They worked close
to the hanging wall, propping up where
necessary as they advanced. The men
were changed frequently and worked
like heroes, and the narrow passage
grew rapidly under their exertions.
Noce, from the other side, worked
literally for dear life, squeezing himself
through openings surprisingly small,
lacerating liis breast and back and limbs
by contact with the jagged quartz. After
six hours of toil the borers met, and
Noce, to his infinite delight, emerged
comparatively uninjured among his com-
rades. He Was scared, as any would be
under such circumstances. The distance
through t he debris was over twenty feet.
—Amador (Cal.) Ledger.
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Haml in Hand at the Golden Gates.
A touching incident occurred in the
deaths of the aged people, Mr. and Mrs.
Dickson, last week, l'or convenience in
attendance during their illness thoy wero
placed in separate bedrooms, Tho heads
of the beds were placed against a thin
partition, which having an open door
permitted tho two old people to converse
though not alile to see each other. Tho
night before the husband died his wife
heard him groaning auil was very anx-
ious to be with him, but was unable to
arise. Soon she was informed that ho
was dying, ^pd 111 order to be near him
tho beds were moved so as to bring them
parallel with the partition, tho heads op-
posite the dodr. This done the fond wife
aa.v, Allin IIUUV Uir 1< Mill Win
readied out lior hand, grasped lier bus
band by the hand, and held it during his
last moments. Thus death found them,
as fifty-one years before the marriage
ceremonv left them, joined hand in
hand. It was a simple anil nffectionato
token of the love of a long life, and tho
'lay following tho wife, too, folded her
arms in the sleep of death.—Oskrtloosa
Herald.
—Ideas are pitiless.—Lamartint.
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