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THE INDEPENDENT HAS THE FINEST JOB OFFICE IN DOUGLAS COUNTY. Q CARDS, BILL HEADS, LEGAL BLANIS, One Year -Six Months -Three,Montha - $2 50 1 60 1 00 And other Printing, including Large ana Eeayj Posters am Stowj Haul-Bills, Neatly and expeditiously executed AT PORTLAND PBICBS.' These are the term of those paying In advance. The Independent offers fine inducements to advertisers. Terms reasonable. VOL. IX. ROSEBURG, OREGON, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 1884. NO. 30. THE INDEPENDENT, IS ISSUED SATURDAY MORNINGS, BY THE ' Douglas County Publishing Company. nrnrp ilio UUVMij WOs llvl Jy JisF Joll JiMt 1 J. JASKULE1C, K PRACTICAL Watckater, Jeweler and Ojticiai, ALL WORK WARRANTED. Dealer in Watches, Clocks, Jewelry, Spectacles and Eyeglasses. AND A FUIX LINK OF Cigaxs, Tobacco & Fancy Goods. Tin only reliable (Jptomer in town for the proper adjust ment of Spectacles ; always on hand. Depot of the Genuine Brazilian Pebble Spec tacles and Eyeglasses. Office First Door South of Postoffice, HOSEBITRQ. OREGON. LANGENBERG'S Boot and Shoe Store , ROSEBUBG, OREGON, On Jackson Street, Opposite the Post Office, Keeps on hand the largest and best assortment of Eastern and Han Francisco Boots and Shoes, Gaiters, Slippers,' And everything In the Boot and Shoe line, and SELLS CHEAP FOR CASH. Boots and Shoes Made to Order, and Perfect Fit Guaranteed. I use the Best of Leather and Warran all my work. Repairing Neatly Done, on Short Notice. I keep always on hand TOYS AND NOTIONS. Musical Instruments and Violin Strings a specialty. LOUIS LAXGEXBERG. DR. M. W. DAVIS, m DENTIST, ROSEBURG, OREGON, Office On Jackson Street, Up Stairs, Over S. Marks & Co.'s New Store. MAHONEY S SALOON, Nearest the Railroad Depot, Oakland. JAS. MAIIOXEY, - - - Proprietor The Finest Wines, Liquors and Cigars in Douglas County, and THE BEST BILLIARD TABLE IN THE STATE, KEPT IN PROPER REPAIR. To !.. rilinr nn fh. ruilr,o,l nHll flnrl fill, nlnyyt very handy to visit during the stopping of the train at JAS. MAIIOXEY. JOHN ERASER, Home Made Furniture, WILBUR, OREGOX. UPHOLSTERY, SPRING MATTRESSES, ETC., Constantly on hand. FURNITURE. have the Best STOCK OF FURNITURE South ef Portland. And all of my own manufacture. Xo Two Prices to Customers. Residents of Douglas County are requested to give mt a call before purchasing elsewhere. ALL, WORK WARRANTED. t DEPOT HOTEL, Oakland, Oregon. RICHARD THOMAS, Proprietor. This Hotel has been established for a num ber of years, and has become very pop ular with the traveling public. FIRST-CLASS SLEEPING ACCOMMODATIONS AND THE Table supplied with the Best the Market affords Hotel at the Depot of the Railroad. H. C. STANTON, DEALER IN Staple Dry Goods, Keeps constantly on hand a general assortment of Extra Fine Groceries, WOOD, WILLOW AND GLASSWARE, ALSO CROCKERY AND CORDAGE, s A full stock of SCHOOL BOOKS, Such as required by the Public County Schools. All kinds of Stationery, Toys and Fancy Articles, TO SUIT BOTH YOUNG AND OLD. Buys and Sells Legal Tenders, furnishes Cheeks on Portland, and procures Drafts on San Francisco. ! SEEDS! ALL KINDS OF THE BEST QUALITY. ALL ORDERS Promptly attended to and goods shipped with care. Address, IIACIIEX V & BEXO, Portland. Oregon. Houston (Tew) Tost: Wlitn the time comes to vindicate the honor of the Ame:i -an name, the veriest dude in swel'.dom will cut hi bang, take oil' his eye-glass, and shoulder a musket bravely as did his grandfather. as A French writer, who estimates that the world contains 193,000 doctors couplains that two of o ir most exasper ating affections, asthma and catarrh, defy their utmost skill. OUR HOPES. The past from onr hearts has receded, 1 he future is all that remains. Our life towards the ocean is ebbing, The 8tar of our destiny wanes. Our hopes, let us carry them with us Lake leaves that are borne Dy tne w aves, The saddest of earthly deceivers, Let us hide them away in our graves. OWLS AS PETS. Their Solemnity to ba Ilellea on. But Their Voices Axainst Them. New York Sun. "Are owls ever caught to be sold as pets?" "les occasionally, The Dest way to catch them is to surprise them in a nest in an old hollow tree. Boys tie a stocking to the end of a long pole and run the pole cautiously down the in side of the tree through the opening. Instinctively tiie old owl, to protect her young, turns on her back in the mid dle of the nest, and is ready, with her claws in the air, to fight anything that that comes. Slowly the stocking de scends, and as it touches the bird the strong claws and beak are tearing it to pieces. The boy pulls on the pole, and the owl is so busy fighting and sputter ing that it is at the top and in the boy's arms before it shall I say tumbles? Then the boy has ti look out for him self. If he escape i with torn clothing while he is descending the tree and put ting the owl in a b.ig he is a lucky boy. "They are j usually- kept in a parrot cage," continued the naturalist. "All my birds are very tame, and will sub mit to be tickled on the head, and, I suspect, rather like it, though they look so so'einn all the while that I laugh outright sometimes at the notion of toving with a thing that ha3 eye like saucers and seems 4o be perpetually meditating on the infinite. Their tem pers vary. The European horned owl sets up a fierce hissing, snapping, and barking noise when first captured, or when provoked with a stick. The American great horned owl barks like a dog, and,1 when it lets itself loose, gets to be a nuisance in the house, for it can hallo with a loud hoo-hoo-hoo-e, and can imitate to perfection the screams and gurglings of a chok ing or drowning person. The screech owl is easily tamed and is gentle. The Acadian owl is the only kind of owl in this country which wanders into cities. It is caught occasionally in old belfries or in deserted or unoccupied houses. It is seeking for mice. It makes a noise like a saw-mill at work, and is commonly known as the 'Saw- whet' owl. i On that account it is ob jectionable as a pet. The barred owl round in the soumern states makes a sound like an afected laugh. It is called the buffoon of the woods. Some people keep it in their houses to catch mice." j "Can owls learn tricks?" "Yes, some simple one3, like eating out of your nana, seizing tne end ot a rope in your hand and letting you swing them around in a circle, coming to you at the sound of their name, climbing the balustrade in your hall, or jumping through a hoop, lhe solemn air they carrv all the while makes them Spain's Government Cigar Chicago Tribune. Factory. Miss Emma Stratton, of New York citv, writes a letter from Seville de scribing the government cigar factory oi Spain, iifuieetiong ana almost as wide, very dirtv, and in the vestibule 250 girls make cigarettes, all talking as loud as they want to; 100 girls in the next room doing the same: and on the next floor 3,000 women as close as sar dines in a box, in a single room, making e.gars, some having their babies with them not a month old, and dogs lying on the tobacco stems. The women were divided up into sevens at each table, three on each side and the mistress at the top. ; Around each table were shelves against stone pillars, on which lay children's shoes, socks, and clothes. There were stone jars of water here and there for drinking, and the air was stifling, and the buzz of conversation only broken by the wail of the babies. The iloor was d lapidated, and it was possible for an incautious visitor to fall through, lwo other side apartments 100 feet long were both packed with laborers. The factory consumes 10,- 000 pounds of tobacco a day, and em ploys over 5,0 JO persons, -who receive 50 cents a day for twelve hours -work. The matron at each table gets her pay from the women she commands. The girls little and the super ntendents had very manners. Comments on the Corpse. Nieuwe Atflsterdanische Courant. When any one dies they ask in France : How old! was her In Germany "What complaint did he die of?" In America they say: "A good thing he is dead at last !" in Italv : "Poor fellow !' In Russia: "He doesn't need to work any more ; he is well off!'' In Holland they ask: "How much money has he left?"' and sured?" j m England: 'Was he in- llis Beautiful Cane. Arkansas Traveler. A horrible story has just reached us. During the recent cola weather, an Arkansas man, wmie walking along a road, found a beautiful cane with bright colors. After walking with it all day, he went home and stood it in the corner. Presently it climbed down and crawled under the house. He had been walking with a frozen snake. F.T. Barnum's Wealth P. T. Barnuni is a stockholder in two sewing ma -hine companies; owns three newsnaers. two of which are in Bridgeport; about four hundred houses, numerous j vacant lots, and a cattle ranch. He has 1,000 lots in Denver. A buildinor Owned b.v him in New York payd him a rental of $G5,000 a year, l'ari Bad Wine Six hundred and fifty bottles of wine, bought in different parts of Paris, have be m analyzed at the municipal lab oratory, and the wine was pronounced pure in only sixty cases. Ark ansa w lraveler: When 1 see a man d .t a'lus wants ter pray, I some how kaia' jhe'p thinkin' dat he's done su'thiu' dat he wants de Lawd ter wipe out. MME. AUGUSTE'S LION. N.0.Time8 Translation from Horace Bertin. I. She had come, one summer Sunday, to erect her canvas booth under the poplars of the village of Le Cours, not very far from the church. On either side of the entrance there was a flaring painting representing lions of enormous si;e, with open jaws and 'waving manes rising upon their hind legs as though seeking to devour the spectators. The peasants, especially the women, felt cold chills run down their backs ; and in spite of the pressing appeals of the doorkeeper, no one dared for a long time to enter the interior. At last when the tax-collector who was an ex-officer of zouaves made up his mind to cross the threshold of the menagerie, some of the villagers sum moned up courage enough to follow him. A boy moved back a sliding partition in the cage, and poked a big iron pitch fork between the bars. Then a lion was Been to rise up painfully an aged lion, all broken down and worn out a blear-eyed lion, whose fur was meagre and filthy, and whose tail as all raw, excoriated, scabby, -w hen he yawned, only a few stumps of teeth were visible in his jaws. Madame Auguste drew a curtain aside, and introduced herself to the public. She had a thin face scarred with smallpox, and a nose like an eagle s beak. Her faded velvet bodice and tights speckled with grease spots, nevertheless excited the admira tion of the country people. She entered the cage, brandishing a whip. The lion uttered a feeble roar. There was a timid shrinking toward the door way on the part of the" spectators and some of the peasant women even had one foot on the street. A little girl sobbed with terror, and pulled at her mother s dress. Madame Auguste, however, flogged the old lion ; and the animal finally re signed himself to the duty of leaping over a bar ; but only to lie down again immediately at the further end of his cage. Then the lion-tamer crouched down before the animal, and, opening his mouth, thrust her pitted face again against his jaws. All the spectators uttered a cry of horror, and the women rushed out in affright, communicating their panic to the whole crowd of urchins gathered at the door. A few of the men, seeing that the tax-collector merely shrugged his "shoulders, held their ground. Madame Auguste then arose with a smile, and the perlorniance was over. As they went out the country folks discussed the wonderful courage of the lion-tamer : and continued to ask one another whether the bars of the cage were really strong enough. lhe tax-collector was the only one who had a hard word for the lion, when they talked the thing over among his own circle. "He's limp as an old to bacco-quid," said he to the notary and the druggist; J ve seen a very differ- ent kind of lions in the province of Con- s tan tin el ii. Three o'clock had just struck. The men of the village were amusing them selves m various ways; some playing at piquet in the tavern, others at ten-pins on the public road, lhe women were hurrying by to disappear within the doors of the church, where vespers were commencing. The peal of bells from the steeple alone broke the silence of Le Cours, -which soon appeared com pletely deserted. .Behind the canvas booths a thin column ot smoKe was rising from the roof of the canary colored wagon, with its shatts m air. Madame Auguste was cooking in her traveling-car. The menagerie was tranquil; the old lion continued to sleep, and the menag erie boy had gone to the inn to see whether Madame Auguste's horse and mule had received their peck of oats. But after a little while, the lion teased and harassed by flies, opened one eye, moved his tail, and rubbed his head against the bars. Forthwith the barred door by which Madame Auguste had entered the cage moved upon its hinges, and stood ajar. It had not been properly secured, and nobody had observed the fact not even the lion, who had lain down more content edly than usual after the departure of his mistress. The captive pushed hii muzzle against the door, looked before him, and after a moment's hesitation, leaped into the booth. He proceeded very slowly, verv cunningly, and poked his head through the calico curtains which concealed the entrance of the menagerie from the public. Le Cours had all the aspect of an uninhabited place. The lion stepped into the street and halted again. Then he recommenced his promenade, but very timidly, with an embarrassed air a3 though very distrustful and supremely suspicious One would have thought that he had already regretted having proceeded so far ; and every once in awhile he would turn his head half-round to look at his domicile. Nevertheless he skirted the church-wall, and finally took up his po sition under the porch, without making the slightest noise. The church doors had been left wide open, be cause of the heat, and within a profound silence reigned, broken only by the outbursts of the preacher's voice from the pulpit, and the mad music of the crickets from the neighboring trees The priest had only just commenced hi sermon ; and the peasant women in their rows of straw-bottomed chairs, were either listening or yielding to the drow Biness of the hot day. It was the beadle who first perceived the enormous shadow of the lion upon the wall of the porch. He let his hal berd fall to the pavement, and cried out in a voice half-choked by terror - There s the lion I" The whole congregation was lmnie- diatelv seized with unutterable terror. Chairs and benches were overturned in all directions. Some rushed toward the organ-loft, others to the door of the sacristv, others to the high altar. White as sheets, and with eyes wild with fear, the women shrieked helplessly or uttered nameless cries. The children yelled, and called upon their mothers to save them. Several peasant women almost died of fright, and huddled to gether in the nave, actually holding their breath from terror. People trampled each other on the pulpit stairs behind the altar on either side of the sanctuarv railing. Prayer- books, chaplets, benches, stools, can dlesticks and censors were scattered on the floor. The beadle had barricaded himself within the confessional; the chanter, whose face was fully lit by a gush of light from the window, was livid, and his knees were knocking to gether almost violently enough to break the bones. A little boy that had squeezed himself under a big chair thrust out from betwixt the rungs a face comically distorted by tears of terror. The sacristan had run up the steeple stairs, and was ringing the bell with all his might, as if there was a conflagiation to be. extinguished. The few women who had succeeded in get ting out of the church with the first rush, were running through all the streets of the village, throwing up their arms, and screaming for help. The priest alone who, from the height of his pulpit had seen the wild beast walk quietly way--tried tore establish some calm among the faithful.. But bi3 voice was lost in the tumult of the panic ; and already, from all the houses, drinking-places, club-rooms, taverns, etc., men were running to the scene armed with Lefaucheux revolvers, pitchforks, spits, and billiard queues. The lion, indeed, had very quietly re traced his way to the menagerie, as soon as he had heard the beadle s hal berd fall on the church pavement Madame Auguste at once rushed at her boarder, raining lashes upon him with her whip, and hurried him into the cage, with many kicks in the hinder portion of his emaciated body. But the whole village had been ter rified. Headed by the tax-collector, who had taken down an old revolver from his panoply, the peasants poured into the booth; and, in spite of the supplications and even tears of the lion-tamer, who clasped their knees in her vain despair, they put the muzzles of their weapons to the poor brute's head and blew his brains out. One peasant even carried his ferocity so far as to shove a billiard cue down the lion's throat. The village folks seemed to have been wrought up to a pitch of unheard-of fury ; and every possible term of abuse, invective, and insult were lavished upon the wretched animal s carcass, "And now," shouted the tax collector to Mme. Auguste, who had almost fainted with grief, "now this will teach vou that I have never been afraid of lions!" in. Madame Auguste long remained motionless with grief and despair. Her lion represented all her earthly posses sions, her only resources besides, he had grown old in the menagerie, and his submission, his docility, were extra ordinary. She would not think of re maining any longer in the midst of such people ; and she gave orders to pack up and leave town that very evening, But at the approach of nightfall the sky clouded up quickly and heavily. A furious wind came whistling through the trees, tearing away the leaves and whirling them abroad, and the thunder began to roar in the distance, Nevertheless, Madame Auguste's two wagons left the village by the highroad. The storm burst over the country. Be tween the shafts of the traveling wagon trotted a great big mule from whose flanks the rain-water poured in streams, The old horse who pulled the other vehicle containing the carcass of the lion, hung his head sadly under the furious downpour. The thunder rolled madly overhead; and, by the light of the lightning, Madame Auguste showed her tear-streammg face at the little back window of her wagon and at in tervals flung the epithet, cowards ! into the great tumult of the tempest. Children's Charitable CInb. Washington Letter. The Children's Christmas club, of which the presidents daughter, li ttle Nell, is president, gave a Christmas feast to poor children, and three other clubs, the outgrowth of this, gave din ners in other sections of the city ; so over 2.000 voungsters had a vision of good living far ahead of their ex oectations. The club which has gained a national prominence was started by Miss Marion West, the daughter of Commissioner West of the district, the day after Thanksgiving among a little group of acquaintances. Miss West, by the way, claims San Francisco as her birthplace, and it has reason to be proud of a gen tle voung lady who has made so many poor homes happy. Miss Nellie Arthur accepted the presidency of the club and with it considerable hard work, as sne has had to sign hundreds of member ship cards. They not only gave the children all they could eat, but also all thev could carrv home m the way ot eatables and toys. I never saw such a crowd oi delighted faces. President Arthur entered the hall in time to 6ee a "Punch and Judy show for the entertainment of the chil dren and took a seat very democratically in their midst. Such a scene was probably never witnessed here before. Nell Arthur sang with a chorus of girls, Tiny Tim's injunction, "God Bless Every One," is the watchword, and the president, like simpler folks, wants his daughter to grow up generous and thoughtful. For a child of 11 years, petted and noticed as she is, she is not a bit spoiled by it all, and came attired in a simple blue worsted dress. The Christmas club is going to be a perma nent affair and expects to do much more next year. A White House Room. The Current. A room in the White House is decor ated in the style of the thir teenth century. It contains also a Japanese screen, the por- traits oi urant ana v an uuren, a piece of tapestry showing Gutenberg reading aloud from his hrst block-letter bible, and furniture of cherry wood. When, after the lapse of a century or two, the decorative artists of that period search for specimens of nineteenth century decorations, they will doubtless find themselves a trifle puzzled on entering this room. ' ; NEW ORLEANS CEMETERIES. A Lottery Han's Kevenze Changes a Bace -Coarse into a Cemetery. Letter in New York Times. Any stranger here in search of curi osities is pretty sure to go back again and again to the cemeteries, just as I am going back to them, for they are. without exception, the most interesting points to visit. All the other New Or leans curiosities may be duplicated in other cities, but there is nothing like the cemeteries anywhere else in America.. They are so full, so well kept, so curious in their arrangement, so quiet and restful, that it is a pleasure to go into them. One of the oldest of the French cemeteries is in the heart of the city.only a few blocks from Canal street. It is inclosed with a high stone wall, and the entrance to it is through a narrow gateway. The graves are all above ground, as they are in all the New Or leans cemeteries, and the little burial houses are so close together it looks impossible to find room for another body. I here are several large vaults belongin to benevolent societies,' and two or three are filled with bodies of Confederate soldiers. Narrow walks wind among these dwelling houses of the dead, with which the entire in closure is filled. The inscrip tions on many of the tombs show that the occupants came years ago from the French provinces, but a fair proportion of the names are Ger man, Irish, or American. Nearly every grave snows some mark of aflection, with its bouquet of flowers, festoon of crape, rosette of black beads, its tiny cross, or iont ol holv water. The French do not forget their dead friends. mere are graves m this cemetery so old that the plas'er is crumbling away, that still are ornamented with fresh bouquets of flowers. But this old r rench cemetery m the middle of the city has not the charm of the newer ones in the suburbs. About three miles from the center of the town, straight out Canal street. there is a village of cemeteries whose population must equal, I should think, that of the city. It is just a pleasant walk to them on a fair da v. The first to be reached bears a sign over the gate "Temene, Dereeh, Rest;" the next is the Lutheran cemeterv. then the Jewish "Cemetery of the Congregation Dispersed of Judah," St. Patrick's cemeterv, which probably is not filled with Frenchmen ; the beautiful Fire men's lemetery, and the "Odd-Fellows' Best." The last to be reached in point of distance is the largest of all, the Metairie. This word was a sticker, and it took me a long time to find out what it meant. I asked several gentlemen whom I met on the broad gravel walks, and they all to d me it was a race-track, but the exact connection between a cemetery and a race-track was hard to see. It was plain enouah, however. when I heard the story. A few years ago Metaire was the fashionable race-course of New Orleans, owned by a club composed of a number of prominent citi. ei s. The president of the Louisiana Lottery companv de sired to join the club, but the respect able gentlemen connected with it did not care to be mixed up with any 4 11 41 business, and promptly black-balled him. He made effort after effort to get in, but was black-balled evory time. At last he grew indignant, and said to thera : "It's not much of a- race-track, any how. I will buy it and make a cemetery of it." He kept his word. Before long the sporting club was in difficulties and the lotterv man got possession of most of its stock. As soon as he was able to control it he tore down the grand stand, laid the whole place out in burial lots, and the old race-track is now the fashionable cemeterv of New Orleans. No choice lots, how ever, are reserved for the lottery com pany's victims who spend their last dollar for quarter tickets and die in the poor-nouse. lhis connection oi a swindling lottery company with a cemetery is beautifully appropriate. leaving nothing to be desired but an alms-house on one side of the big arched gateway and a jail on the other. Utilizing: Old Corks. Mineral-Wa er Trade Review. In. a low wocden building in Mul- berry street old corics are maae as i i - -t good as new. Ihi3 is the only place in isew lork where they are dealt in. The dea'er buys the corks by the bar rel, and pays from $1 to $3. His trade is mostly in champagne corks. The best and cleanest of these he sorts and sells to American champagne-makers. The bottom of the cork, where the first bottler's brand appears, is shaved off, and the name of the second stamped on them. These c. rks were cut expressly for champagne bottles, and, as they can be bought much more cheaply than any new ones, the bottlers purchase them, lhe old-ccrk dealer obtains cents a dozen for them, and makes a handsome proht. lhe bro-ien and dirty corks go through a peculiar process. They are first subjected to a sort of Turkish bath to clean them, and after they have dried are cut down. They are put in a ma chine and turned, while a sharp knife runs across them. They can be cut to any size, and, with the soiled surface removed, look as bright as when new, The corks cut down are purchased by root - beer and soda - watar make who use smaller bottles. They can aave a considerable amount by purchasing old cork, which, as it h easy to see, will do as well as new ones. The "old cork man" is rushed with business The champagne and root-baer and soda- water bottlers take all the corks he can furnish. He gets his: supply at the hotels and elsewhere. On the Verse of Reaction. fHele;i Wihnins in Chicago Expres-.j The day of military leaders is past. The day of political leaders is past. I doubt whether there will ever be a new party formed or a new church. I doubt 'wheth -r they are- needed. I see something better ahead ; I see that cor ruption in the old parties and m the old churches, having gone its entire length begins to tremble on the verge ol reac tion. . Wilkin8 : He who makes the best of life loses the worst of death. Women Sea Captains. Harper's Weekly. Mrs. Mary A. Miller is not the first woman who has served successfully as mistress of a ship. Mrs. Capt. Patten, of Bath, Me., who while her husband was lying ill in his berth, navigated his ship around Cape Horn and up to San 1 rancisco, although his timid, first officer wanted to stop at Valparaiso for Assistance; of Mrs. Capt. Abbie Clif ford, of the brig Abbie Clifford, who, alter her husband had been washed overboard, brought the vessel safe into New York harbor from below the equator; of Mrs. Capt, Heed, of the Oakland, of Brunswick, Me., who was a practical navigator of celebrity, and of Miss Jenet Thorns, who often used to navigate her father's ship, who is now teaching a school of navigation in this city and who was in part the author of 'Thorns Navigator, a book of -au thority among mariners. These cases are all of recent date. To them The Leavenworth (Kan.) Times adds the case of Mrs. Capt. John Oliver Norton, of Edgar town, Mass. Her hus band commanded a whaling vessel, and she frequently went with him into the Arctic waters. On one of these expedi tions all the boats were out, leaving on board the captain and just enough of the crew to manage the vessel. A whale was noticed off to the .starboard, and the captain and men were puzzled how to get it. It was the woman who solved the problem and Bettled the fate of his whaleship. Going to the wheel she prevailed upon her husband to leave the ship in her charge, with two dis abled men, while he and his men went after the whale. He did so. The woman managed the ship all day until nightfall, when the boats returned, that in command of her husband having cap tured the biggest whale ever seen in those waters. When the ship put in home the New Bedford owners made the "woman commander" a handsome present. The Might of One Man's Intellect. Emll Da Bois Raymond. Siemens telegraph wires gird the earth, and the Siemens cable steamer Faraday is continually engaged in lav ing new ones, liy the Siemens method has been solved the problem (by the side of which that of finding j? needle in a hay stack is one of childish simplicity , of fishing out in the stormy ocean, from a depth comj arable to that of the vale of Chamomr, the ends of a broken cab'e. Electrical resistance is measured by the Siemen mercury unit. "Siemens is written on water meters, and Russian and German revenue officers are assisted by Siemens apparatus in levying their assessments. The Siemens processss for g ldmg and silvering and the Sie- n en anastatic pr'nting mark stages in the c'evelopmeut of those branches of mdustrv. Hie nens different'al regulators con trol the a t'on of the steam engines that lorgi' the English arms at Woolwich and that of the chronographs on whi.-h the transit of the stars is marked at Greenwich. The Siemens cast steel works and glass house??, with their re generated furna es, are admired bv all artisans. The Siemens electric light shines in assembly-rooms and public pla es, and the Siemens gas-light com petes with it ; while the Siemens elec- tro-cuitnre in green houses b:ds defi ance to our long winter nights. The Siemens electric railway is destined to rule in cities and tunnels. The Siem ens electric crucible, melting three pounds of platinum in twenty minutes, was a wonder of the Paris exposition, which might well have been called an expo ition of biemens apparatus and productions, so prominent were they there. Ti e lIoTow Square in Warfare. New York Times." The "hollow square" formation that won the battle oi .fc.1 TeD is undoubt edly a formidable one in these days of long-range rifles, when the assailants can be exterminated long before they ever reach the bayonet points, is ut that infantry s a ares have been broken by cavalry on more than one occasion is now a matter of history. Authorities are sun divided as to wnetner victor Hugo was right in affirming or Siborne denying that the French heavy brigade drove m the tace oi a Dritisn square at Waterloo. But Montbrun's cuiras siers broke a Russian square at Boro dino in 1812, and Col. Caulaincourt's horse, in the same battte, actually charged into an intrenched redoubt. In the course of the Anglo-Arabian war that followed England's annexa tion of Aden, in IHlVJ, an English square was attacked in the open piam by a mass of Abdali horsemen. The Arabs forced their way in so far as to kill sev- eral men in the third rank, and were then beaten off with bayonets and clubbed muskets, an occurrence util ized by J ames Grant in one of his mili tary novels, lhe Irish brigade had a similar experience at Talavera. "So. my Connaught boys," said Gen. Picton to them after the battle, "you let the frenchmen get into your square to-day, did you?" "Well, your honor,' an- sv ered a brawny Irish grenadier, with stern significance, the blackguards got in, sure enough, bat, bed id! they never got out again. The Color Line in Liberia. Macon (Ga.) Telegraph. The tendency among the negroes is to draw the line between those of pure blood and mulattoes. They had trouble of this kind in Hayti, and it crops out uere in the south to a greater or lesser extent during every political campaign. It has become the controlling issue in the politics of the republic of Liberia. The constitution of that republic erects a bar against all men of white blood. They cannot hold omce and are re stricted in their rights of citizenship. The black negroes now propose to bar out the yellow ones. J. J. Boberts, .Liberia s hrst presi dent and the George Washington of that country, was defeated when he last ran for office on the color issue. He was very fair, almost white, in fact, and a native of this country, lhe Liberians now have a black president, who is a native of Africa, and the mulattoes are given to understand that they arc not wanted. ery lew mulattoes can now be induced to go to Liberia, the dispo sition being to let Liberia be purely a black republic. Arizona's Petrified Forest. Cor. Boston Herald. One might almost pass by and notice nothing unusual. But on looking closer the rocks are found to be the trunks of fallen trees turned to stone. They lie about you here, there and every where, some preserving their shape and outlines, others broken or cracked. The scene is a strange one. It smacks of enchantment. Perhaps some potent magician blew upon this forest in the vigor of its prime, and before Ms chill ing breath the stout trees bowed them selves and fell, and froze into flint and agate. Still you hardly see why you came, but after the coffee had been boiled and breakfast eaten your Mexi cans slowly enlighten you. They bring out hammers and drills, and selecting a likely spot in'a etone trunk endeavor to force a way into it. The stone is like adamant. Again and again the drill bounds away, but finally pieces are shivered off the cracks made, so that you see what the petrified forest has hidden within it. Emeralds, sap phires, and diamonds are convenient names, but alas, our discoveries would hardly be counted as such by Tiffany. Yet they are singularly beautiful. You find blocks of stone, there sides bristling with great hexagonal crystals, some green, others purple, and others a pure white. You cut through geods whose hollows are lined with prismatic crys tals sparkling with all the colors of the rainbow. Much of the stone i3 beauti fully marked flint. Often you find pieces with a brown corrugated coating, which, I fancy, is the petrified bark. All the stone abounds in the most deli- " cate shadings of gray and white, with dark lines, but the crystals, lining fis sures or gathered in the nests of geodes, are the especial delight of seekers. Here, too, there are moss agates, and exceptionally large and clear garnets, which masquerade under the name of rubies. And of the ordinary forma of petrified wood there is no end. Beatins Brass. Philadelphia Ledger. Do you beat brass ?" is the initial catechism of the latest fashionable handicraft in Philadelphia. It is a par ticular pet with feminine fingers, and requires thorough and practical knowl edge of hammers and tracing tools, brass and block. A class of ladies, un der the patronage of the Scandinavian Thor, have produced some beautiful and lasting work. The instructor teaches them the way of using and holding their tools, and the proper kind of stroke to make upon the steel dies. The method is simple. On a block of wood a brass plate of sheet is fast- " ened. The design is then drawn upon it; the outline hammered by a die, which has a row of dots. Other dies give the groundwork a frosted or mottled appearance. Everything depends on the skill of the workwoman. Really valuable articles in repousse brass can be made from a piece of brass costing but a small sum. Card-receivers, paper-weights and plaques can be made. The brass beating educates the hands and develops the muscles. It is worthy of note how much interest in the me chanical arts is publicly shown. Some times the hammering of brass is com bined with the use of the paint brush. A brass tray lately seen has a loose spray of purple pansies, apparently flung down carelessly upon it. Uncle Bemns on the Art ot Court ship. Joel Chandler Harris in Atlanta Constitu tion. "I know'd a nigger one time," said Uncle Remus, after pondering a mo ment, "w'at tuck a notion dot he want a bait er 'simmons, en de mo' w'at de no tion tuck 'm de mo' w'at he want nm, en bimeby, hit look lak he des natally erbleedz ter have um. He want de 'sim mons, en dar dey is in detree. Hemouf water, en dar hang de 'simmons. - Now, den w'at do dat nigger do? W'en you en me en dish yer chile yer wants 'sim mons, we goes out en shakes de tree, en ef deyer good en ripe, down dey comes, enef deyer good en green, dar dey stays. But dis yer yuther nigger, he too smart fer dat. He des tuck'n tuck he stan' und' do tree, en he open de mouf, he did, wait fer de simmons fer ter drap in dar. Dey ain't none drap in yit," continued Uncle Remus, gently knocking the cold ashes out of his pipe, en w at s mo , dey ain t none gwine ter drap in dar. Dat des zackly de way wid Brer Jack yer 'bout marryin'; he stan dar he do, en he hoi bofe han s wide open, en he speck de gal gwine ter drap right spang in W Man want gal, he des got ter grab 'er dat's w'at. Dey may squall en day may flutter, but nuttern an squalbn ain t done no dam age yit as I know3 un' en 'taint gwine. ter. Young chaps kin make great 'mira tion bout gals, but w en dey gits ole ez I is dey 'ull know dat folks is folks, en w'en it come ter bein folks de wimmen ain't got none de 'vantage er der men. Now dat's des de plain up en down tale Pm a tellin' un you." For Oyster Eaters. Detroit Free Press. The New York Times proposes the organization of "a new party in favor of spelhng ' Or gust with an r,' and thus enabling American citizens to eat oys ters tlurty-one days earlier m the season than is now possible." The Times does not know, perhaps but it is a fact that The Chicago Tribune has inaugu rated a system of spelling which, if faithfully followed, would give us just such a bad spell of August as The Times wants. There is an easier wav. however, to lengthen the oyster season t by thirty-one days. Let the month of May be called by its true name, the month of Mary. A 8105,000 Dress. Cor. Boston Herald The most noticeable feature of a re cent evening at Saratoga was the mag nificence of the costumes of the ladies Perhaps the most costly of these was worn by Mrs. Moore, the wife of a Phil adelphia millionaire. One who pro fessed to have accurate information on the subject told me that she wore laces and silks which cost $30,000, and also diamonds that were valued at $75,000. This makes $105,000 for one evening outfit. Whatever the cost, the toilet was certainly superb, and I doubt if I anything more expensive or elaborate , has ever been seen in this country.