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7 '- ' y " yy s : V VOL. II. ST. HELENS, COLUMBIA COUNTY, OREGON, MAY 26, 1882. NO; 42.. t : '7 J s ! . A y : I ... - ! " Z- " ' ' ' , . I - " A BALLAD. Or.JVKR V E.N l)F I.L IIOLMF8. O, she was a maiden of laughing ej'e, And she lived in a great garret ooki anil hih, And he was a threadbare, whiskered beaux, And he livetl in a cellar damp and low. But the rosy boy of the oherub wing Hath many a shaft m his slender string. And the youth below and the maid above Were touched with the dashing darU of love. And she would wake from her troubled sleep, OVr his tender billet doux to weep ; Or stand like a statue cold and fair And gaze on a lock of his brigtit red hair. And he who was late so tall and proud. With his step so firm and his laugh s loud. His leardgrew long, his beard grew thin, And he pined in solitude o'er his gin. But one soft night in the month of June, As she lay in the light of the cloudless moon, A voice came floating soft and clear, To the starled maid's list'ning ear. Oh ! then from her creating couch she sprung And her tender tresses back she flung, She looked for a window far below, And he stood forth, her whiskered beau. She did not pout with foolish frown. But packed her trunk and hurriea down, And there was her lover, tall and true, In his threadbare coat of brightened blue. The star that rose in the evening shade Looked sadly down on the weeping maid; . The sun that came iu his morning pride Shed golden light over a laugTiing bride. THE OK HO INK 0 8 THK PLAGUE. How the great heart of the republic throbbed with sympathy when the news, with a daily increasing foree. -nent through the land, that the 3rellow fever was ravaging the fairest portions of the Sunny South! How the people bent to catch the moaning of heart-broken moth ers whose little ones had been torn from their breasts by the remorseless Herod of the plague! "Help us, brothers and sisters, or we perish!" was the pained cry that came up from the stricken land. Who were their brothers and sisters? Rather who were not? From the lakes of chilly Maine to the Rolden shores of the far Pacific from the lakes Of the North to the warm shores of the gulf the men and women of every race and creed responded to the call, and reaching out their fall hands they shouted, through their tears: ' "Keep heart, brothers and sisters, in the yellow harvest field of death! Our fortunes and our prayers are .yours!" And all gave with that noble readiness that made the gifts so soothing to the afflicted people: and all prayed as if the death angel hovered over their own homes. - It was noble for the poor man to give of his pittance, generous in the rich man to give of his abundance, admirable for the busy man to lay aside his work and give his best elforla to gathering aid; but it was uou-liKe in those wuo leit secure miliar, sani me doctor to whom slio re ported. "Return, my child, or it may be too late." "I came to work and cannot turn back. I came under no blind impulse. Show me the suffering; tell me what to do.and let me go to work," replied Mary. Theweary doctors drew fresh courage from her enthusiasm, and the news of her coming reached the fevered suffer ers like a cool breeze from Northern hills. She went out on her mission of mercy; and dying men turned on their cots to blesss her, and mothers, with the death damp on their brows, consigned to her care the little ones so soon to be orphans. "Captain Parker, who came from Mo bile to help us.is taken down. Can Miss Brant take charge of the case?" asked one of the doctors, after Mary had been working without rest for ten days. "Certainly, doctor! I have a good corps of nurses organized. Give me the captain's address," said Mary. Wherever the fever seized its victim there they lay. Houses became common uroperfy; the rich often dying in hovels and tents, and the poor m splendid man sions. uaptam Parser was stricken uown in an old frame house, not far from the de pot. The other occupants had died or convalesced and he was alone- Mary Brent found him on a mattress, in the corner of the room, a few wooden chairs being the only furniture. He was a fine-looking man of thirty, with a face that must have beamed with noble generosity before the fever flushed and distorted it, and the dark eyes that still retained their intelligent expres sion, despite the fatal lustre that lit them up. ne was evidently surpriseti to see a beautiful girl entering the wretched apartment; and the low, musical voice in which she addressed him, with her soft, cool palm resting on his forehead, banishing for the moment his feeling of torture and his keen appreciation of the danger to which she was exposed. "You should not be here, Miss Brent there are others who should face the danger," said the captain; "There are none whose lives aro not as precious to them as mino is to me. Keep good heart, deur captain. You aro young and strong, and shall have good nurs ing," she said with forced cheerfulness. She brought in a bed and other furni ture, got such supplies of ice and medi cine as were needed, and transformed the room as if a fairy's wand had touched it. There are human birds of prey who fatten on the afflictions of their race robbers on the battle-field at night, and ghouhj. that plunder the dead .where plague and famine rule. Memphis, with all its heroism, was not without them; fierce creatures, whose habitations no one could tell, who prowled out at night and kept in the snadows, J A Prompt Father. Several years ago there appeared in the London Punch the following bit of wit: "Advice to a Young Man about to be Married Don't." It is said that the author, Douglas Jeirold, received 5 for his ten words of advice, or half a pound a word. Costly as it may seem, and we believe it the highest price ever paid for ten words, the advice would, if heeded, be cheap to many a youth of both sexes, even if paid for out of their own pockets. It is but uttering a common place to say that not all marriages are made in heaven, or that many who marry in haste repent" at leisme. Yet these truisms seem to nave lost tneir sense, thrpugh neglect to heed them. But the increasing business of divorce courts emphasizes them. Foolish young women, when cautioned to think long and well, talk lachry mosely about putting impediments "to the marriage of true minds." They would show better sense and much more principle should they refuse to marry, even on the eve of the wedding, the man whom they then learn is unfit to call a pure woman "my wife." There can be no "marriage of true minds," when the grave of a woman's happiness yawns be side the altar. "Father, I don't love , and I know he is not the man for me to marrv." said a daughter, a day or two before her wed j buried hopes? ding. of crime and the line There are two prolific causes in this country. One is rum. other is' the picnic But we deflect from the original of thought. . , Qnr trees were brought home, and planted in the same old hole where we had been in the habit of killing ever greens. By this time unemployed men had learned to look to us for steady work. One man wanted us to hire him at a salary to replace trees, and haul away the deceased." The new forest thrived during the sum mer until August, when we were called away from the town to put up a political j mdnta; it is nothing to you whethertley They Knew His Yorlli. : A clergyman relates the experience of a fa thful olerk who was tempted,! but fol lowed his better prompting. It shows th it dishonest men,, value honesty in evBry one else but themselves. A young man came to a gentleman one day with a caise ef conscience. He was correspond ing clerk in a flourishing house of busi ness. His employers had begun to direct him to write letters to customers con taining statements which he and they knew to be false. He had objected and they said: - itu mo: icauviisiuig tuo- sutKi-, were absent two weeKS, and while away a neighbor, who was erecting a croquet lawn, composed of wild buffalo grass and a velvety sweep of red sand, turned the humid contents of our ditch into his luxuriant gravel patch, where he was trying to promote the guileless game of croquet. On our return, the sombre green of our little wilder uess had changed to a dazzling sorrel color that looked like the big Michigan fire. People sometimes ask us this season why we do not go into the tree business with our old enthusiasm, but we answer them rudely and harshly, for who can chat gayly of that which tears out his heart and grinds it into the grave of Boomerang. "It is too late now, my daughter. Matters have gone too far; the wedding must take place. His decision cost him a life-long regret. A gentleman fn Washington was made of sterner stuff, and had, withal, better sense. The announcement of the mar riage had been made. The cards were out, and the wedding was expected to be one of the "events" of Washington so ciety. One week before the day, the father, learning that the young man, though well connected, was an unworthy and disreputable character, published a card announcing that "in consequence of recent disclosures" the nuptials would not take place. A daughter s happiness should out weigh all the suggestions of false pride and social timidity. Better was it for his daughter to be stared at as a nine- day's wonder than to stare for life at the skeleton in the house. Youth's Com Jesse James' Mother. Bill Nye's Forest. and happy homes, and, taking their pre- searched and plundered.and disappeared Some years, ago we had a large sum of money that we were not using, and as it lay idly in our coffers, we decided to purchase a r-building site in north-. east Laramie, improve it and sell it at a large profit. Being considerably struck with the primeval beauty and solemn magnificence of' the evergreen, we de- while they I cided at first to secure some spruces, and cious lives in their hands, went down to nurse the sick and bury the dead went down never to return. "Who will lead the charge oa yonder guns?" If this request were made by a gen eral, in the excitement of battle, a thou sand swords would flash from their scab bards, and a thousand heroic voices would shout: "ir "Who will command the supply ship, and take relief to the people dying in the South?" Ten thousand men heard the request, ana the silence that followed it was broken by one man's clarion voice: "I!" "And who are you?" The answer was a name nnheard be fore, but fame caught it up, and death gave it immortality. The river down which he sailed will be fry, and the land in which he sleeps washed into the great deep, before the name of Lieutenant Benner passes away, or the lesson of his grand heroism cease to affect mankind. But , others showed a self-sacrificing spirit as sublime, if not so conspicuous priests and ministers, sisters of mercy and sisters of humanity, doctors and students, and the race that so grandly proved, in the gloomy nights of deserted, dying Memphis, how white a soul a black body could contain. Thank God, the trial is over! Thank God, for the broader, deeper love that survives it! And Mary Brent, in her happy hom'e, that looked down from the Walnut Hills on the spires and domes of busy Cincin nati, read the news from the fever dis tricts with the sympathetic earnestness that always precedes action. The only daughter of a rich, widowed mother the daughter of a man, who in gloomier days, had gone down to the Southland and fallen, there, were every thing earthly to keep her back. - But all earthly considerations were weak before the heaven given impulse that drew her down to stricken Memphis. "To go, my darling, is to die. You are'all that is left me, Mary!" sobbed Mrs. Brent when her daughter had an nounced her purpose. "The God of the widow and the father less will protect you and me. To neg lect what I feel is duty now would shad ow and make wretched a century of life," said Mary pushing back her mother's gray hair, and kissing the dear, smooth brow. ' And so Mary Brent's sense of duty prevailed over maternal love, and she went to Memphis. She went alone; but the rudest men hearing of her mission raised their hats and cheered her; and lips to which prayer was' a stranger, invoked on the boautiful, heroic girl the blessings of Heaven. "You are unaccustomed to fatigue, Mis Brent, and could not bear the hor rors with which we have grown so fa- no one could tell how or where. One night, when Captain Parker lay unconscious, his eyes closed and his breath fluttering in the uncertain scale of life audpeath, Mary, who was sitting beside him, with her back to the door, heard a heavy step on the creaking stairs. She' turned her head, and seeing noth ing, she placed her nngers again on the Captain's wrist and watched his face. On a table between her and the door lay the captain's gold watch, and some articles of jewelry of her own that she had taken off. lhe door opened noiselessly, and a huge form, with a slouched hat and a bearded face, came in. In one hand he carried a knife, and the other was exten ded to sieze the booty on which his red eves were fastened. Another step and it would be in his possession; but beiore that step could ba taken, Mary Brent again looked back at the door. At nrst sue could not credit her eves: and when sue did realize the horrid presence, she felt a dreard such as had never before possessed her. a whisper or I will kill you!" man, striding toward her with uplifted knife, and seizing the articles from the table as he approached her. "Wretch!" she cried, her courage and self-possession coming back. "Leave those things where you found them and get back, or I will shouior help." "Shout as loud asou please, my beauty ! It will be your death-knell and his! said the man, coming nearer, and nodding his head at the unconscious captain. "Man, have you no soul, that you would do this thing?" she asked, her eyes fastened npon his. "Soul! Wa-al, don t know whether I bftve oi not, and I don't care," he laughed. Then he began backing towards the door. He would certainly have backed out, had not the doctor at that moment appeared in the same opening and taken in the situation. The doctor was a stalwart man. armed with a heavy cane, and this cana he brought down with such crushing force on the ghoul s head that he fell m a collapsed heap. The articles were taken from the man, and he was sent to jail, where he after wards died of the plague. It would take long to tell of how Mary nursed the captain to life, and how she, .worn out with watching, was stricken down.. Captain Parker became a nurse again, and Mary Brent was snatched from the jaws of death. This story will become a tradition to the people of Memphis, and, in telling it, they will always close, to the delight of young and old, by saying: "Miss Brent is now Mrs. Captain Parker and the widow Brent gained a son wheu certain she had lost a daugh ter." make that corner a kind ot spruce-gum orchard, which would naturally be the envy and admiration of the West. Act ing upon this impulse, we purchased a load of this -vegetable, setting out the the trees on two sides of the plantation, and digging an irrigation ditch two hun dred aud sixty-four feet long, by which to water them. For two weeks the irri gation. ditch failed to connect with the central office, and we carried water to the trees through the agency of a me chanical arrangement known as the patent pail, j All these ; trees died of pinkeye but one. We then sent East and purchased one hundred seedlings of the Norway spruce variety, and fringed the ditch with them, protecting them from the hot sun by means of wide shingles placed on the south side. ? These trees staggered along through the summer, and when winter set in were pale and emaciated, but cheerful and hopeful for the future. The winter was an unusually severe one, and toward spring a large, lonely cow, known throughout the West as Dr. Tanner, in an unguarded moment got over into the inclosnre, arid ate the entire forest. We had almost decided at that time to abandon -timber culture in Wy6ming, but when vernal spring opened we de cided to get 'some choice trees from the adjacent mountains, and make one grand nnai euorc. i kjuq pleasant day we con sented to make a picnic excursion into the Black Hills with a small party of friends, and while others packed the large lunch-baskets, we put into the barouche a spade and some other burg lar's tools. The picnic was not a finan cial or social success. Picnics very rarely aro. - A bottle of glycerine, that had been brought by one of the young ladies to protect her hands from the rigorous cli mate, got broken, and worked itself into the sponge cake, and a pint of camphor got mixed up with the pie. A rain storm came up also, and created a lunch basket full of chaos, which we poured out under a tree. While the rest of the party gathered wood violets 'and a rare exogenous plant unknown to j them as poison oak, we skirmished around and gathered small spruce trees.! It was a glorious day for all. The sun came out just long enough to peel the noses of the party, and then went under a cloud toiiowed by a cold rain and hail. All that had been "brought along to eat was spoiled,! except some candy with mottoes on the side. When you have been riding all day in the vigorous air of the mountains, and have to fill up yourself with a drink of warm water and a lozenge on which is printed "I can never be thine," it tends to hush the vigorous laughter of the giddy throng and make people get acquainted with each other in a way that is not pleasant. The mountain picnic has broken up more eagagements aud shattered more loving hearts than grim-visaged war and the angry parent combined. An exchange says that "the James boys had a morose and ugly disposition." This may be regarded as authentic. The James boys were not only morose, but they were at times irritable. Jesse James at different times killed over fifty men. This shows that he must have been soured by some great sorrow. No man who is healthy, and full of animal spirits could kill the able-bodied voters of an entire village unless he felt cross and taciturn naturally. There should have been a post mortem examination of Mr. James to determine what the matter was with him. We were in favor of a post mortem examination of Mr, James twelve years ago, but there seemed to be a feel ing of reluctance on the part of the authorities about holding it. jno one seemed to doubt the propriety of such a movement, but there was a kind of vague hesitation by the proper officials on ac count of his mother. There has been a vast amount of thoughtf ulness manifested by the Missouri people on behalf of Jesse's mother. For nearly twenty years they have put off the post mortem exam ination of Mr. James, because they knew tht.),f , pother would uwl wretched and gloomy when she saw her son with hie vitals in one market basket, and his ver tebrae in another. Detective Pinkerton was the most considerate. At first lie would hold an autopsy on Mr. James right away, but it consumed so much time holding autopsies on his detectives that he postponed Jesse's "post mo'm' for a long time. He also hoped that after the lapse of years maybe; Mr. James would become enfeebled so that ho " could steal up behind him some night and stun him with a Chicago pie, but Jesse seemed vigorous up to a late date, and out of respect for 1 is aged mother the Chicago sleuth hounds of justice have spared him. Detectives are sometimes considered hard-heart- and unloving in their natures, but this is not the case. Very few of them can bear to witness the shedding of blood, especially their own blood. Sometimes they find it necessary to kill a man in order to re store peace to the country, but they very rarely kill a man like James. Still there are lots of mean, unthinking people who do not give the detectives credit for this. f Bill Nye's Boomerang. What False Teeth Did. Dr. C. Graham furnishes the partic ulars of an interesting case which re cently fell under his notice, and which should stand as a warning to people with false teeth. A young married woman living near the corner of Wood street and Blue Island avenue, awakened from a sound sleep one night about five months ago and complained of a most severe pain in her throat, which almost prevented from either swallowing or breathing. A dozen doctors were applied to, but she got no relief, and finally her ailment became so bad that the whisper in which she spoke was nearly inaudible and it was only with the greatest pain that she could swallow the smallest quan tities of milk and beef tea. She had lost thirty-five pounds, and to add to her afflictions she was taken to child-bed. The little one, as might be expected from the condition of the mother, died in a short time of inanition. In a manner quite accidental while making an examination of the throat with a com mon tongue depresser, Dr. Graham found a foreign body lodged in the oesophagus, or gullet, and applying a pair of forceps soon succeeded in extract ing a nlate with two false teeth attached. The poor woman never knew what ailed her, and had supposed that the teeth had been mislaid about the house. The con dition of the throat was such that she had no use for them, and therefore she had never made any thorough search for them. It had never dawned upon her that she had swallowed them in her sleep. There is no doubt in the world that everbody ought to reform, and as for ourselves well, we are very busy in telling others what they ought to do, but we will attend to that little matter I said to him. "Did they sign the let- tew, or asK you to write them in your own name? As soon as the question left my lips I saw that if there were a difference, both would be wrong, and -1 hastened to tell him so. He said, "I have to sign them with my name, pro Messrs. .blank. I said, "Your case is clear; you must decline to do it." j He said, "Then I shall be dismissed;" and after a pause, "I have a wife and faniily." I ii replied, "iuy dear lriend, this is a trial of faith and principle: vou must do right, and trust to God to take care of you and your family." I met him some days after. ."Well, Mrl , I said, "how are you getting on?' - He replied. "I am still in my situa tion; I had an interview with the part neri and told them I could not write let ters i &new to be untrue. They were angry, and I expected to receive notice, butl I have not received it yet. Aionths passed, and he remained - in his situation. After awhile he called upon me, and I saw in his face that something had happened. j " well, Air. , l said, "haye you had your dismissal? "No," said he, "I have not," and he smiled. "What then?" "A very confidential post in . their service, with a higher salary, has fallen vacant, and they have put me in it." On second thought these unprinci pled men had come to the conclusion that a clerk who would not deceive a customer would not deceive them, and was too valuable to be lost. I ix. ted. j But her exolusive use of thia phrase seemed almost intolerable; befro we had seen half the spring-time glorj of that delightful place. The phrase destroys conversation more easily than a series of sickly puns. It is an extinguisher of ideas. It certainly must eventually enfeeble the minds of those who allow it to express for them all they feel. Children catch it whov. cannot ,f peak . plain,1 and pronounce a doll or plaything' "perfly lubly' Whenever I hear it. I always want to exclaim, "O girls, do stop! Better take np the forcible language of your broth ers, than weaken all yotf ' say by thia meaningless, worn-out sentence.' Girls ought to be able, to talk well on current topics books, new and old, and all that interests their brothers.' But do they show themselves competent to carry on conversation that will stimulate and refresh those they meet? Good talkers never fail to interest and to charm; but a young woman whose ideas are only broad enough to be expressed in the words "awful," "horrid," and "perfectly lovely," will hardly be classed as one' of them. f K. A. S. in Youth's Companion. . Sprightly Old Women. The longevity of our Cape neighbors is proverbial, as is also their pluck ami regulation. JLnebe qualities had an amusing illustration at one of the Old Colony passenger trains a few days since, j fold whereupon his How he Put up the Store. A short time ago an English emigrant , family arrived in , and being des- j titute of everything, a few kind-hearted people gave them sundry articles to help them go to housekeeping, and among other things a stove. The donor how ever, forgot to send along the necessary 1 pipe. The day being cold the first thing which the father of the wandering flock turned his attention to was the making of a fire. With grateful eyes he surveyed the stove (the first he had ever seen)' and then glancing at the stove-pipe hole in the chimney which was about two feet from the ceiling, wondered how the smoke eould get up and out of that small hole. His eyes soon rested upon some hocks in the ceiling,, which the. former , tenant had used for drying apples there' on, and he naturally came to the conclusion that they were intended to hang the stove upon. There was no time to be lost, and so with the aid of chairs and table, and a deal of exertion, the able-bodied man lifted the stove up so that the stove-nioe hole. which happened to be at the side of the stove, rested nicely in the hole in the chimney, while his better half lashed it to the afore-mentioned hooks with ropes which came around their scanty luggage. After everything was secure the patient housewife hastened to prepare 'sbmeT wood wherewith to; make the fire; while the perspiring fathc, was designing in his perplexed mind some kind of scaf- wife could stand to 1 The car was well filled, and comfortably resting well t awards the center was an an aged lady, sweet-faced and gentle of accompanied by her daughter. At one of the stations there entered an alertLsmart old lady, quick in speech and movement. Taking a seat directly in' front of the first old lady, whom she quietly surveyed lor a lew moments, she commenced: Going far, marm?" "To New Bedford," was the reply. Is your home there, inarm.' No. it is on the cape, l am to vi it a daughter in New Bedford. "May I ask your age? "Oertainlv. Hi years." La, you show it. Now, I re lust been visiting for a few weeks and am on my way home. There's a few things I when cook the frugal, meal. But his ideas were overthrown by the sudden appear ance of the donor of the stove, bearing the forgotten pipe. An explanation was in order, and after a hearty laugh, the bewildered Englishman was thoroogly initiated into the mysteries of the Ameri can ways of putting up a stove. Chat ham (Ont.) Tribune. want to see to there and straighten and then I m off for another visit. I el about a good deal, much to soma annoyance, because I m so old. I can't take care of myself I'll I can hold my own yet with conductors and baggage-masters, and don't none of their sass, though I don't much of that on this road. Now, old do vou take me to be?" "I cannot guess; how old are you "Ninety -eight going on ninety And I say when I can't take care of myself I'll stop travelling; when I can't see te thread a needle 1 11 stop seeing, and when I can't enjoy living I'll stop breathing. So, there, now. But I get out, trav folks But stop. take find how mine. out here. Name? dall, and I live at Yes; it's Nancy Marion. Come Ran- and see nie. I'm at home part of the time. Good bye." And with a nod and a smile the young woman of nearly a century, passed auickly down the aisle with the step of almost a girl, leaving the passengers in wonder at her remarkable vigor! and vitality. The first old lady, who is the mother of one of the Old Colony's most trusted conductors, really appeared young again, as she oommented upon the superior smartness of her aged friend. Boston Traveller. by and by. He is a great simpleton who imagines that the chief power of wealth is to supply want. In ninety-nine oases out nf a hundred it creates more wants than it supplies. Money and contentment do me from Brooklyn to Central Park. not always go hand in hand. "Perfectly Lovely." Even worse than a spirited bit of slang with a gram of sense to start it is this m m m universally used and senseless purasei It is applied to anything and everything. It see ms to stand instead of ideas, of sentiment, of appreciation, and of com mon sense. Go into the rooms of the young ladies in on r colleges for women, where you expect something better, and where something better should be heard. But listen ! The first words that salute you are,"Youare 'perfectly lovely' to come;" and Usn t the day, just loveiyy and "Lpok at these ferns and bright leaves on the wall. Are not they 'perfectly love&M" I Wiih these young women, everything that iin't perfectly "horrid" and "awful" is "poriectiy loveiy, irom a statue ox Venu j to coffee jelly or a sausage, if it suits the appetite. I tobk a young girl last spring with She was bright, agreeable, pratty and anicaa- Ilalr. Not less than 90 per cent, of the wo men and 5 per cent, ef the men of this country wear more or less false hair. The enormous consumption .of the artifi cial and natural product suggests the fact, fearful but true, that nine women' out of every ten about the street, in the church or on the oars, charming or ugly to a line, have on a wig or a weft, a bandeau or a prepared net, bangs or waves, arranged at the hairdresser's. Some people think that blondes never grow grayheaded. 'The fact is, one third of white shreds may be mingled with such hair and few will notice it. The same proportion of blonde:headed people turn gray as those with any other colored hair. The proportion of people who dye their hair is surprising. Some 20 per cent, are said to do this. Of course the greater proportion of these people are white haired people, A white.! head is often, though not always, a sign pi trou-. ble. The dresser is more than often amused by requests from the country for "cold water frizzes." These, of course, com prise an article which will curl easily by application of water, and are easily sup plied. Curly hair has been the fashion for a year or more. Of the two, human hair has been the most called for: "Hair raising" is a sort of industry in Europe. The peasant girls who are much in the open air, get their heads cropped once a year, and thus fur nish a portion of the supply. They are' satisfied with a stipend so small that an American woman would Scorn to "touch. Of the material imported, France sup plies half the trade, England and Germa hany divide the rest. The raw material finds its way on this side in great quan tities, and is made up on this side of the water. The business is young in this country.! Lassoed A Lion. Joe Dixon, the young son of J. II. Dixon, of Skull Val ley, has been diligent for years in rear ing a few head of sheep. Two or three nights' since a mountain lion got into Foe's fold and succeeded in killing three of the young gentleman's pets. This was not congenial to his mind, and he determined upon the death of his lion ship. He mounted his pinto horse and went in search of the transgressor. : The search was not long when Joe found the , wretch perched upon a tree. He suc ceeded in throwing a lasso over his gentle form, when off went Joe on hit pinto charger . for home, where he ar rived with the lifeless carcass of a ten- foot lion, which weighed 250 pounds. Good work for a boy. fPrsaoott (Ari zona) Miner.