JACOKYULIS GAZETTE
( ORVALLIS,
OCTOBER 1, 1880
DAT BY DAY.
BY SUSAN COOLIDGB.
I were told that I must die to-morrow
That I Lie next sun
.,'hlcb sinks should bear me past all rear and
sorrow.
For any one
Ml the fight (ought, at,d all Ihe short Jour
ney through,
What should I doT
I do not think that I should shrink or falter.
But Just go on.
Doing my work, nor change nor seek to alter
Ausht that Is gone:
But rise, and move, and love, and smile anc
pray
For one more day.
And lying down at night, for a last sleeping,
Say in that ear
Which barkens ever, "Lord, within thy keep
ing How should I fear?
And when to-morrow brings Thee nearer still,
Do Thou Thy will."
I might not sleep fr awe; but peaceful, tender,
My soul would lie
All night long; and when the morning splen
dor Win nil aA nllr h f UK V.
I think that 1 could smile -cuuid calmly say.
11 IB El ID U AJT
'EDITH'S ESGAGEMENT BIHG.
BY MARY SEED CBOWELL.
Mr. Cyrus Symington, of Symington &
. v - "i 1
St. Humblettiwaite, jewelers ana aeat-
era in nne watcues, uinmuuun uu
precious stones, was in an exceptionally
bad humor, despite the beauty of the
day that gave more than fair promise of
a good share of custom.
Mr. Symington walked up and down
Hie store an immense, elegant place,
with rows of plate-glass on bronze ped;
estals, and shelf after shelf laden with
bijou-s of statuary and bronzes a short,
oftly man, witli a sandy Deara au
onnd his full, red face, and a big, bald
place at the crown of his bead; not the
lost prepossessing looking man in uie
trld, or as regaraeo temper, eitnei, as
. employes mignt nave testinea.
L' Do vou know anything about Sant
m -. " .i i. :4. i,nmv
Willis morning wiij nc iou u ;
ted, gruffly, of one of bantwood s
l-clerks.
Mon't know, sir. He was all right
Ihe went borne on Saturday."
Symington gave an annihilating
on the young man.
! am not aware that I -asked lor any
Itside information," he said harshly.
'Santwood's condition on Saturday
is of no consequence to me. I want to
know where he is this morning."
He went fuming along to his private
office, where the head book-keeper was
waiting for him.
" Santwoo is sick this morning, sir,
and will not be here; but has sent his
cousin to take his place, with your per
mission. Miss Edith Santwood, is out
side there to see yon."
Mr Symington looked athis book
keeper with a frown of -surprise. .
" Miss Edith Santwood! Miss! What
th dence does he mean sending a wo
man here to do his work?"
" He glared at the unoffending man
as though he had been guilty of high
treason.
" Can't t.ay, sir," carelessly. " He
certainly has sent the young lady, and
yon will find hr waiting to see you out
side. That's all I know nbout it."
And, as Mr. Thorn was the one man
in Symington & St. Humblethwaite's em
ploy whom the senior partner never suc
ceeded in bullying, Mr. Symington went
grumblingly away, while Mr. Thorn re
turned to his books.
The irate old gentleman certainly was
iut the most reassnring of mortals, as he
rent down the aisle toward Edith Sant
jod standing beside the end of a bronze
,nd plate glass show-case a girl fair as
-white roseleaf , shining black eves,
were looking eagerly at him with
iost a fearful apprehension in their
mtifnl depths, with waving, jet black
Sir parted over her low, broad fore-
jcad, and banded, in exquisitely becom
ing simplicity under the little, cardinal
lined, cottage straw hat a lady refined
and delicate, but wearing the unmis
takable air of frugality that was almost
poverty.
Somehow, a large portion of Mr. Sym
ington's surplus spleen evaporated as he
saw her.
"So you are Santwood's cousin eh,
ma'am? A substitute, I understand?"
Edith bowed, and smiled slightly,
snowing a distracting dimple.
X am (jiaude nantwood s cousin
lith, sir. He boards with mamma and
-and is unable to come, and very
much worried about it for it is the busy
season, he says. Mamma said I might
take his place if you would permit it.
Claude has explained all the duties to
me, and I am very sure I can perform
them.'i
Jfcbothas ever known crusty old
Synfiflgton to listen to such a lengthy
answer" before; but he actually did, only
he-frowned and twisted his beard.
"I never heard of such a thing," he
said grufily. ' 'Santwood's duties are easy
"enough for that matter, forWiny woman
to do. He has to fly around lively some
times. .But why it is a ridiculous idea
to send you here to take his place.
What possessed him?"
Not that he wanted to know, or cared
if he had known.
Edith blushed.
"We are poor, sir, and if Claude's
wages should stop
"Oh, yes, I dare say! Well hang up
your shawl and bonnet in the cloak room
yonder, and 111 see whether or not you
amount to anything. Women don t, as a
general thing, I take notice."
id although Claude had. ' over and
in, told her howu disagreeable
igton was, nevlKheless Edith
p winking. to .keep back the
rs mat woul
Mr. Roscoe Bellair walked leisurely
along after him a handsome grave-faced
gentleman of thirty-five, with tawny hair
and moustache, and eyes that were as
outlooking, and honest, and wuole hearted
as a child's a gentleman whom society
had acknowledged one of its choicest
favorites, by royal right of his high so
cial position, his personal attractions, bis
immense wealth just such a man as Mr.
Symington delighted to honor.
Mr. Bellair took ajeat beside the cas
kets of glittering stonesvMd ran them
over with the eye of a connoisseur.
"I want a solitaire, Symington some
thing A No. 1 with a crown setting.
For a lady."
Mr. Symington smiled very knowingly.
"All right. If you can't suit yourself
here, you won't this side of the Atlantic.
I've a specially choice lot of unset soli
taires, Mr. Bellair, that I am reserving
for just such orders, particularly suited
for lady s rings engagement rings, and
the like. J ust let me snow t lie m to you
He trotted off to the safe a few yards
away, and Mr. Bellair tried on ring after
ring, then leaned back in nis cnair, and
took a leisurely look around him, to see
at the next show-case, the very lovliest
girl he bad ever seen in his life, showing
silver thimbles to a shy hall-grown miss.
Then Symington came, bustling back,
red in the face, but beaming all over.
"Here they are, Mr. Bellair perfect
beauties, that will make a lady's eyes
shine to look at. What do you think of
(hat. sir?
Mr. Bellair thought enough to select a
magnificent stone, and the style of set
ting.
"And what size?" Mr. Symington want
ed to know, suavely.
Bellair laughed.
"Uwon mv word 1 don't know how
we'll manage it. The ring is to be a sur
prise. I think the young lady over yon
der was about the same size as the lady
who will wear the ring.'
He indicated Edith, still showing the
silver thimbles.
"Very goodf Mr. Symington said.
"Bunn, relieve Miss Santwood. Miss
Santwood "this way a moment. Just let
me see your hand hold it up."
And almost before Edith knew wliat
she was wanted for, she found herself in
side the little sacred place of diamonds,
with Roscoe Bellair's handsome blue
eves looking at her fair face, and Mr.
Symington fitting a ring on her tapering
forennger.
"JL suppose that's the finger, sir," he
said knowingly.
Bellair laughed.
"Go ahead, Symington; 1 nope you
won't be far out of the way. Yes, that's
a perfect fit, and very handsome," he
said, as, in his courteous, grave way, he
looked at the fair, aristocratic hand,
with its slender fingers, pink nails, and
dimpled wrist.
"That will do," Mr. Symington said,
as he removed the costlv ring from
Edith's hand, "you may go back."
As she passed with her eyes bent down
Mr. Belaire spoke to her, in a tone that
made her lift them suddenly, flashing all
their glory full' upon him.
"Allow me to thank you very much."
A faint, gratified little flush a little
smile, that just suggested the white teeth
and the bewitching dimple then she
passed out, and back to the silver thimble
buyer, with a strange fluttering of the
heart that she had never experienced be
fore, and an impression left upon her of
the handsomest face, the kindfies eye she
ever had seen in her quiet homely life
a sensation and an impression that were
stronsrlv upon her. when, as she stood
putting on her gloves .as she was about
to go home in the evening,. Mr. Syming
ton stepped up to her, with a curious
look on his face, that sent her vaguely
delicious sensations instantly adrift.
" Where is the cluster diamond ring
you stole from the tray while you were
in my department to-day."
She looked at him as if she considered
him suddenly bereft of his senses.
" The ring stole I from you?"
"Just so. If you'll hand it over I'll
say nothing about it, only you needn't
come back to-morrow. Your best policy
is to admit the theft and give it up."
The color began to wane in her face
nntil she was ghastly jpe.
"Mr. Symington, you don't mean that
you think 1 stole a diamond ring?"
Her voice was indescribably horror
stricken and pathetic.
"I certainly mean exactly that. And I
don't propose to waste many more words
about it. Just step inside the private
office, and unless you at once give it up
I will have you searched."
She drew herself up haughtily at that.
"Sir, you insult me! I have net taken
your diamond ring. Youjr accusation is
as cruel as it is unfounded; '
Her dark eyes flashed with proud con
ciousncss of right, but her lovely face
was awfully pale, and her lips quivered
with womanly shame and pain.
Mr. Symington sneered.
"Oh, well, if you're going into hyster
ics, go ahead! Thorn, telegraph for a
policQMan and a woman from the station.
We'll search the young thief--"
A cry came from Edith's lips at the
horrible, horrible word.
"Oh, don't say such a thing of me of
me! Why I must be dreaming! It must
be some awful nightmare I am suffering!
They Accuse me me, mother's little
Edith of stealing a diamond ring?"
And just as she fell in a merciful
swoon on the office floor, Mr. Bellaire
came walking through thewtore into the
private office.
"Look here, Symington the result of
an attack of absence of mind ! I actually
wore off one of your cluster Why
what's the matter?"
For as he walked into the room, talk
ing, and laughingly removing a mag
nifiicent cluster-ring from hiiB finger the
ring for which Edith Santwood lay white
and deathless like a perfect statue of
vory he saw her on the sofa, where Mr.
had laid her.
sort of paleness spread over
n's florid face, and he
ligible exclamation
rectly translated.
don't tell me you
ied back with the
ly carried off, but
Id come to see this.
yinington, couldn't
a perfect lady? Sy-
t have thought this of
larp and cold, and he
rfaintly returning pnlse
white wrist.
mow? She's a stranger."
excuse; I wouldn't have
you, Miss Edith f and he
st reverently as she opened
ig eyes, you are feeling
t? My carnage is at the
will allow to me take you
name is Koscoe .Bellair.
iost staggeringly, a wild
ig back to her eyes as she re-
ok ,the ring. Oh, tell
him I am not a thief ! You believe me
don't you, sir?"
Bellair sent Symington an indignant
glance.
"1 certainly would implicitly believe
your word, even if I did not have ample
evidences of the truth of it. I am the
sinner, Miss Edith. I wore the ring
away, inadvertently, and have just re
turned it."
And Edith sank down upon the sofa,
crying such blind, relieving tears, that,
if ever Mr. Symington felt uncomfortable
in his life, it was then.
Six months afterward Edith Santwood
showed a lovely cluster-diamond ring to
her gentle little mother, with her dark
eyes full of happy tears, her lovely
cheeks flushing like a wild rose.
"Roscoe insisted upon having the
identical ring, mamma that is, the same
stones reset to fit me. He says nothing
is too good for our engagement ring.
Oh, mamma, I am so happy!"
And, although it waa terrible experi
ence, yet Roscoe Bellair's betrothed
never regretted the episode of the dia
mond ring.
Practical Butter Making.
The pioneer in making butter on the
associated plan in the West is Mr. 1. u.
Wanzer, now of Oneida, Illinois, who
ranks among the most experienced dairy
men of the country. Here are what he
considers some of the essentials in but
ter making, taken from a paper pre
pared by him for the Northwestern Dai
ry men's Association, and read at its re
cent meeting:
Firs-t, we must have clean milk; with
out this, butter cannot be made. But
ter made from filthy milk may pass
when fresh from the churn; but as the
seeds of destruction are sown in the
process of milking and the delivery to
the factory, the butter soon loses its
fresh taste, and is classed as a poor ar
ticle.
in order to obtain the best results the
milk should be cooled, within one hour
after milking, down to 65 degrees, and
at this temperature delivered at the
dairyhouse. When received at the
creamery it should be at once brought
down to 00 degrees, and there kept dur
mar the cream raising. If the milk is
held at this temperature while the cream
is rising, then the cream, when taken off,
is just where we want it in temperature,
and at this point it should be kept until
it has taken acid enough to be churned.
Avoid all transitions from hot to cold,
and from cold to hot. When churned at
the temperature above mentioned the
butter isfirm enough to be worked with
out bringing ice in contact. The prac
tice of cooling cream by the introduction
of ice is, in our opinion, a bad one; also
the practice of warming cream by setting
the vessels containing the cream in not
water. In the latter case the cream upon
the outside of the vessel becomes melted,
and thereby reduced to oil, causing a
flat, insipid taste in the butter. The
habit of some, of setting their cream
around the stove in the cheeseroom,
should be condemned; the heat is not
equalized unless the cream is constantly
stirred, and. to add to this, it is contin
ually taking up the foul odors thrown off
bv the curing cheese.
We have in the last two or three years,
changed our idea in regard to the con
struction of the churn that should be
used. .The old-fashioned dash churn, that
we formerly used and recommended to
others, has many objections. Among
them, the greatest is the trouble experi
enced by butter makers from the adne
rence of the cream to the cover and sides
of the churn ; if the cream is thick, the
more it sticks. Now, all that adheres to
the churn is not agitated; in other words,
not churned, and, if not churned, is lost.
It is usually scraped down, when the
butter shows signs of gathering. But
what becomes of this portion of the
cream, which is no small amount in a
large factory churn? This unchurned
cream is either taken up by the gather
ing butter, or goes to waste in the
buttermilk. If taken up by the
butter, it is worse than lost; it carries
with it the seeds of destruction; for the
union between the cheesy afld buttery!
portions of the cream is not broke; if
not broken, it is not separated, and all is
incorporated in the butter, where it is
sure to work mischief. Another serious
objection to the dash churn is that it re
quires three times more power to run it
than to run any of the revolving churns,
which, by their construction and motion,
prevent the cream from adhering to the
sides, and are, therefore, more easily
cleaned. I am using, with good satis
faction, the square revolving churn.
When cream is churned at 62 to 64
degrees the butter will begin to gather in
little pellets of the size of kernels of corn
or peas. Then the churn should be
stopped, and, after standing ten min
utes, to allow the particles of butter to
rise to the top, the buttermilk should be
drawn of, and clean, cold water added at
the rate of one-half gallon to each pound
of butter. Set the churn again in mo
tion, making about ten revolutions; then
draw the water off, put in fresh water,
and churn again as before, when the but
ter is ready to be taken out and salted.
We use one and one-eighth ounces of salt
to one pound of butter.
The water used to wash this butter
must not be taken from a well that is in
any way influenced by the washings of
the factory, nor drawn from a wooden
cistern. We think that as much butter'
is spoiled from being washed in impure
water as from any other cause.
It is of the greatest importance that we
use good salt that which is free from
shells, scales and dirt; the finer the bet
ter ioour opinion. Fine salt dissolves
quickly and leaves no gritty taste. Our
butter stands twenty hours after being
salted, when it is re-worked and packed
for the market. If it stands longer it
becomes set, and after working, has the
appearance of re-worked butter. As to
package, we cannot always suit ourselves
as different markets want different
packages.
Absolute cleanliness in every depart
ment of the creamery is necessary. The
accumulation of filth in drains, in cor
ners, under stairs, or even in the imme
diate vicinity, outside of the building,
soon developes bad odors, which are
taken up by the cream, working sure
destruction to the butter.
A Noble Thought. Daniel Webster
once said:-"The wild flower will bloom
in beauty on the field of battle, and
above the crushed skeleton the destroy
ing angel of the pestilence will retire
wnen nis erranu is done tue Darrenness
of fanane will cease at last the cloud
will bejjpodigal of its hoarded tain but
for moral desolation there is no revival
of sprSte let impndence, intrigue and
corruption triumph over honesty and in
tellect, and our liberties . and strength
will depart forever."
A Scandalous Dog.
Once upon a time there lived in the
city of New York a wealthy old gentle
man who had a wayward son. The young
man liked to run with the boys, and man
aged to use up considerable of the old
gentleman's substance for wine suppers,
fast teams and other unholy dissipations.
Consequently, this young man was
always in debt, constantly in need of
ready cash, and continually making
requisitions on his governor's exchequer.
At last the old gentleman took a tum
ble, whatever that may mean ; but the
young man, in describing the course his
father had concluded to pursue, re
marked to a friend that the old man had
taken a tumble. The said tumble con
sisted in his notifying his son and heir
that from that on and henceforth no
more cash for any funny business, and
the old fellow was as good as his word.
Down in his heart of hearts the young
man was grievous sore, but he assumed
a smile though he felt it not, and made
earnest piotestations of reform. Mean
while he kept on running with the boys
on tick. Tiok is one of those things that
has a limit, add one day the wayward
son found himself at the end of his rope,
so to speak, and at his wits' end for
funds to keep up his end with the other
boys, and after canvassing the matter in
his mind and assuring himself that the old
gentleman was inexorable and no coin
could be squeezed out of him on a square
proposition, he hit upon a hapjy ex
pedient. Entering the paternal presence
and assuming a look of business, he
said:
"Father, have you read about that
man over in Brooklyn . that can teach
dogs to talk?"
If the old man had been in his halcyon
days of his youth, he would probably
have said, "Whatyergivinus?'' but being
the .father of a family, he said, "What
sort of a nonsense are you talking about
now?"
"Fact, sure's you live," said the young
hopeful; I've seen the thing myself, and
I didn't know but what it might be a
good idea to take old Tige and have him
taught. A talking dog would be a cheer
ful thing to have about the house and
would make lots of amusement for the
children."
"My son," returned the father sol
emnly, "I'm an old man, and have seen
a powerful sight of the world, and I tell
you this is an ago of humbug."
"That's all right, father' but isn't it
likewise an age of progress? Look at
the locomotive, and the telephone and
the Atlantic cable, and the patent what
doyoucallem, and all those other things
they didn't know about in the days of
the revolutionary fathers."
Certainly, certainly my son; glad to
see you showing such knowledge of the
world's progress. And do you really
think the man can teach dogs to talk ?"
" Sure pop! But it don't cost a cent if
it's a failure. The Professor says he
don't want any money if the dog can't be
taught in one week to carry on a conver
sation with anybody. The terms are
just these: You take the dog over and
pay the $50 in advance. If at the end of
a week the dog can t talk, you get your
$50 back again; but if he can talk you
pay $50 more, making an even hundred
for the lessons." '
"Well, it would be odd to have old
Tige talking around the house, and I
guess we'll try the thing, anyhow. You
can take the dog over this afternoon if
you like."
And the old man went down in his
'- kick" as the boys call it, and handed
the boy a $50 note.
"Tige left the house that day.
From day to day the old gentleman
inquired of his son as to the progress
Tige was making in his studies. The in
variable reply of the son was: " The
Professor says he's just getting on fine.
and is going to make a talker from base. ''
At last the eventful day came when
Tige was to be brought home, and the
young man took the other fifty from his
trusting parent. That evemhg he came
home without the dog.
" Where's Tige ?" askwd the Governor.
See here, father," said the "young
man. " I've got something to say and it
won't do to speak it out before all the
family. I'd like to have about five min
utes' conversation with you in another
room."
Father arflf son retired to another
room, locked the door, stuffed paper in
the keyhole, and the young man spoke as
follows:
"Welk I went over to 3rooklyn and
got Tige, and he was dreadful glad to
see me, you bet. When we got on the
boat I just thought I'd have a little talk
with the old dog to kinder get him broke
in, and astonish the folks when we got
home. We sat down at the bow of the
boat, and I said, " How do, Tige?"
.Footy well, said he, " how s the
folks?" .
" Bang up," says I.
" Gals all well?" said he,
" Fine as a fiddle," says I.
" Has Miranda and that big beau of
hers bursted any., more of the -parlor
chairs, sittin' on 'em double?" says he.
1 don t pay much attention to the
gal's love affairs," said I, "and Tige, yon
musn' talk about such things they're
sacred." -
"Look a here, Jim," said Tige, kinder
solemn like, and winking out. of the
corner of his eye, "book a heje, does the
old man keep it np kissing that eiram-
bermaid with the red cheeks and pug
nose every time he catches her on the
basement staircase?"
'Tather, just imagine how I felt to
author of my being! Now, what was I
going to do under the circumstances?
Could I bring that dog home and have
him scandalize the family around the
neighborhood and before company? Not
muchl I just coaxed old Tige to the
edge of the boat and pushed him over
board. Dead dogs tell no tales."
"The judgment of the court is that the
murder is justifiable and strictly in self -defense,"
said the old man; and he gaye
the protector of the family honor another
hfry, and suggested that it might be just J
as well to tell the folks that Tige
a fit, and not to mention anything
his conversational powers. Vir
City Enterprise.
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Children's Diet.
Five old women about a quilt; can the
pen of one give a tithe of their conversa
tion record? Let us attempt but a part
of it. Mrs. Green began the tournament.
"I hain't seen ye a month o' Sundays,
Miss Walker; where do you keep your
self?" "Why, I've ben to hum. Tain't real
handy to take to baby-tendin' when ye
git along-in years a spell; but there don't
seem to be nobody else to take care of
Bezy's babe but me. Bezy's as per
nickity as a -woman about the child; he
won't lemme give it a speck of nothin'
but rod eo-'a.milk an' he's nigh about
seven months old, an' he'd oughter set in
lap to the table, an' take a taste o' vittles
along with us. My land! my children
used to set to an' grab things as quick as
ever I fetched 'em where they could.
Little Jemimy was the greatest hand for
b'iled cabbage ye ever did see; an' pork!
how that child would holler for fried
pork! There wa'n't no peace to the
wicked till she got it; she'd ha' ben a
splendid child ef she'd lived; but the
summer complaint was dreadful prevalent
that year, an' it took her off in the wink
of an eye, as ye may say; allers
doos the healthy children. Then my
Samwell, why, he was the greatest
hand for pickles that ever was; he'd git
a hunk o' fried steak into one leetle
hand an' a piokle into t'other, an' he
would crow an' squeal. Cuttin' of his
stomach teeth was the end o' him; got
'em too early, was took with convulsions,
an' died right off. An' the twins: well,
they favored beans baked beans an'
minute puddin'; they was eighteen
months old when they died, an' they eet
toast an' cider like good fellers only the
day they was took sick; we'd hed buck
wheats an' tree molasses for breakfast
that day, an' I expect they'd eet so much
sweet it kinder made 'em squeamy, so't
the hard cider jest hed the right tang.
Poor little creturs! mabbe 'twas the
bilious colic a-comin' on made 'em dry;
anyway they was awful sick with't, for
they died a Sunday week, for they was
took of a Sunday, an' "
Miss Polly Paine, a short, plump old
maid, gently interrupted here: she
thouhgt Widow Walker had occupied
the floor long enough.
"But, say, what do ye give it red cow's
milk for ? I never knowed there was any
great o' virtoo! in red cows."
"Snakes alive !" Here Semathy House,
Deacon Honse's wife, took up the thread
of conversation. "I want to know if ye
didn't? Why, red's the powerfulest
thing ! You jest put a red flannel round
your throat, an' it won't never be sore;
an' a red string in your ears '11 keep off
fever, everybody knows; but then 1 don t
hold to fetehin' up a child on milk alto
gether; they won't never make old bones
that way. I b'lieve in hearty vittles for
everybody. Pie's real hearty ef ye make
it good, an' -sots cheese, when ye can't git
butcher's meat. I b'lieve I couid stan'
it the year round on pie an' cheese an'
baked beans."
"Well, ye see," pottered on Mrs.
Walker, who seized a chance ' to begin
again, "Bezy he won't hear to
no reason, he claims he knows more about
fetehin' up children than I do spite of
my hevin' hed four on 'em ; he speaks
about their all dyin' off, an' savs he
wants his'n to live a-flyin' in the face of
Providence, as ye may say, for we all
know folks die by the dispensations of
Providence, an' mortal man can't say,
'Why do ye so?' to the Lord; but I
don't know but what brother Bezy thinks
he can; he sets dreadful loose to religion,
'specially' doctrines an' sech; says he
wishes 't Parson Pine wouldn't say sech
a lot about 'lection, an' hell, and decrees,
an' more about mercy and lgvin'-kind-ness.
Land I I want to know how you're
goin' to fetch hardened old sinners-like
some .ye could mention ef ye was a-min'
to an' I guess we Jil know who they be
without namin' of 'em inter the king
dom, ef ye couldn't scare 'em ont of
their seven senses, a-shakin' of 'em over
the pit, as ye may say. They don't mind
nothin' but a real scare, and they don't
mind that no great. I feel to wonder
real often why sech folks is spared to "
Harper's Magazine
Rotten-Egging an Actiess.
The rare spectacle of an actress being
rotten-egged was witnessed last night at
Walnut-Street Theatre, where the C. L.
Graves Combination oooupy the boards
with the "Four Seasons." During the
third act, while George Parker, as Susan
Sweetapple, a Yankee dairy-maid, was
singing a song, an egg in an advanced
state of decomposition whizzed over the
pit from the west side of the top gallery
and came to grief against a canvas pal
metto tree, a few feet from Miss Parker.
The audience were startled for the mo
ment, and the actress changed color, but
did not falter in her song. Half a minute
later another egg, similarly disabled, was
thrown upon the stage from the east side
of the top gallery. The actress was in
tensely mortified, and finished her song
with great difficulty, and in a high state
or excitement. The audience showed
much displeasure at the deliberate insult
to the lady, and applauded her to the
echo so much so that she was compelled
to respond to an encore. In the mean
time ushers from all parts of the house
had gathered to the quarter from whence
the eggs had been flung, and a man was
seen endeavoring to secrete an egg in his
coat pocket. The fellow was pounced
upon and hurried into the street, when
he was given into the custody of a police
man, and taken to the Central Station
have the dog talk that way about the ref used to give his name or to assign
a cause for the offence, and wa placed
in a cell to await a hearing this n.orning.
A Good Tbick. A Berlin photogra
pher is reported to have, made use of an
ingenious trick to attract customers.
The artist pretended he could make the
photographs of gentlemen so life-like
that their dogs would be able to recog
nize them. When these pohtographs
were held up before the dogs of the own
ers, the dogs would wag their tails and
lick the pictures. The other photogra
phers of Berlin who were unable to per
form anything similar, watched their col.
league, and finally discovered his secret
It was a very simple proceeding. All he
did was to cover the photographs with a
thin coating of lard, which the dogs, of
course, smelled, and then licked off.
The Tomato. It is a popular fallacy
that the luscious and health-preserving
tomato has its origin as an article of food
this country. But while there is
e reason to believe it was found in
nth America, it was evidently culti
vated centuries ago in Mexico and Peru.
DodoenB, the Netherland herbalist, men
tions the tomato as early as 1853 as a
vegetable to be eaten with pepper, salt
and oil. It belongs to the nightshade
family, and was used in cooking by the
Malays more than a century and a half
since. It is extensively raised iu South
ern Italy, and employed there as an ac
companiment to nearly every dish,
particularly 'macaroni. But neither
there nor anywhere else in Europe is it
commonly eaten, as It is here, sepa
rately and in large quantities. In Eng
land it is sparingly produced, requiring
a hot -bed in the spring and in conse
quence high priced. The Italians
formerly oalled it golden apple, and now
love apple, as it was formerly designated
in this country. The appearance of the
tomato on the table has greatly increased
in Europe within a few years; but in no
land is it a regular dish much as it is
used for sauce abroad as in the United
States, where it is also picked, preserved
and confected.
A Word to Young Men.
An able lecturer in the East recently
gave the following true points for young
men: In order to have any success in
life, or any worthy success, you must
resolve to carry into your work a full
ness of knowledge not merely a suf
ficiency, but more than a sufficiency.
In this respect, follow the rule of the
machinists. If they want a machine to
do the work of six horses, they give it
nine-horse power, so that they may have
a reserve of three. To carry on the
business of life you must have a surplus
power. Be fit for more than the thing
you are doing. Let everyone know that
you have a reserve in vourself ; that you
nave more power than you are now
using. If you are not too large for the
place you occupy, you are too small for
it. How full our country is of bright
examples, not on ly of those who occupy
some proud eminence in public life, bnt
in every place you may find men going
on with steady nerve, attracting the at
tention of their fellow citizens, and
carving out for themselvas names and
fortunes from small and humble begin
nings, and in the face of formidable ob
stacles. Let me cite an example of a
man X recently saw in the little village
of Norwich, N. Y. If you wish to know
his name go into any hardware store and
ask for the best hammer in the world
and if the salesman be an intelligent
man, he will bring you a hammer bear
ing the name of D. IMaydole. Young
gentlemen, take that hammer in your
hand, drive nails with it, and draw in
spirrtion from it.
Thirty years ago a boy was struggling
through the snows of .the Uhenango vai
ley, trying to hire himself to a black
smith. He succeeded, and learned his
trade: but he did more. He took into
his head that he could make a better ham
mer than any other man had made. He
devoted himself to the task for more than
a quarter of a century. He studied the
chemistry of metals, the strength of ma
terials, the philosophy of form. He
studied failures. Each broken hammer
taught him a lesson. There was no part
of the process that he did not master
He taxed his wit to invent machines to
perfect and cheapen his processes. No
improvement in working steel or iron es
caped his notice. What may not twenty
rive years of effort accomplish when con
centrated on a single object? He earned
success; and now, when his name
stamped on a steel hammer, it is his note
his bond, his integrity embodied in steel
The spirit of the man is in each hammer
and the work, like the workman, is un
rivalled. Mr. Maydole is now acknowl
edged to have made the best hammer in
the world. Even the sons of Thor, across
the sea, admit it.
Young gentleman, let not poverty
stand as an obstacle in your way
.Poverty is uncomfortable, as 1 can
testify; but nine times out of ten the
best thing that can happen to a young
man is to be tossed ober board, and com
pelled to sink or swim for himself. In
all my acquaintance I have never
known one to be drowned who was
worth the saving. This would not be
wholly true in any country but one of
political equality like ours. Ihe editor
of one o the leading magazines of
England told me, not many months ago
a fact startling enough in itself, but of
great significance to a poor man. He
told me that he had never yet known, in
all his experience, a single boy of the
class of farm laborers (not those who
own farms, but mere farm laborers) who
had ever risen above his class. Boy
from the manufacturing and commercial
classes had risen frequently, but from
the farm labor class he had never known
one.
Rupture
Trne Love Among Authors.'
In 1811, at tho age of 25, Guizot mar
ried Mile, de Meulan, who was his senior
by a good many years. She was a woman
of good birth, and well known as a writer
He accidentally heard that she was in
distress, and although they had never
met, he could not resist the impulse to
help her by writing articles for her in i
journal to which they both contributed
The relation thus formed ripened into
friendship, and after some time " he
wrote to tell her all that she had become
to him." Shik associated herself with all
bis plans, and her sympathy was not only
a source oi protouna nappiness, dud an
incessant stimulus to work. In 1827
Mme. Guizot died, and for a time her
husband was inconsolable. Ultimately,
however, he married her niece, to whom
he was as devoted as he had been to his
first wife. Even her best friends can
hardly call to mind or separate
the details of her individnal life, it
was henceforth so entirely absorbed
in that of her husband. She worked
for him, observed for him, read and
talked only for him. After five years of
happiness she also died, and was followed
bv-the only son of the first Mme. imizot,
an amiable and clever youth, who was
. , A 1 ' A 1.
Dcginning to ue oi essential service to nia
father. Guizot felt these uccessivo
blows keenly, and their influence on his
modes of thought may be seen in numer
ous references to the more somber and
mysterious aspects of human life. But
they did not diminish the ardor with
which he sought to promote what seemed
to him the interests of his country, nor
did they prevent him from finding a con
tinually increasing pleasure in the de
velopment of his three children.
If the taking of the census had been
postponed until green-appie time, in
many cases the population could have
been doubled up.
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From a Merchant.
Daytok, W. T., Feb 10, 1879.
W. J. Home, Proprietor California Elastic
Truss Co., 702 Market street, So-u Francisco Sir:
The Truss I purchased of you about one year ago
has proved a miracle to me. I have been, ruptured
forty years, and worn dozens of ditlerent kinds of
Trusses, all of which have rained my health,
as they were injurious to my back and spine.
Your valuable 1 russ is as easy as an old shoend
is worth hundreds of dollars to me, as it affords
me so much pleasure. 1 can and do advise all,
both ladies and gentlemen, afflicted, to buy and
wear your modern improved Elastic Truss imme
diately. I never expect to be cured, but am sat
isfied and happy with the comfort it gives me to
wear it. It was the best $10 I ever invested in
my life. You can refer any one to me. and I will
be glad to answer any letters on its merits.
I remain, yours respectlully,
V. B. BUNNELL.
Latest Medical Endorsements.
MAKTiNEZ,Cal., Feb. 17, 1879.
W. J. Home, Proprietor California Elastic
Truss Co , 702 Market street, S. F. Sir : In re
gard to your Cdlitoruia Elastic Truss, I would say
that I have carefully studied its mechanism, ap
plied it in practice and do not hesitate to say that
lor all purposes tor which Trusses are worn it is
the best Truss ever offered to the public.
Yours truly, J. II. CASOTHERS, M. D.
.Endorsed by a Prominent Medical Insti
tute. Sas Francisco, March 6, 1879.
W. J. Home, Esq. Sir: You ask my opinion
of the relative merits of your Patent Elastic Truss
as compared with othei kinds that have been
ested under my observaion, and in reply 1 frank
ly stale that from the time my attention was first
called to their simple, though highly me
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with easy adjust bility to persons of all sizes,
ages and forms. I add this testimony with spe
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applied to me foraid in their especial cases of rup
ture, and whom I have advised to use yours, all
acknowledge their entire satisfaction, and consid
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of one of the improved Elastic Truss.
Yours truly, BA BLOW J. SMITH, M. D.
Proprietor Hygenic Medical Institute,
635 California street, an Francisco
A REMARKABLE CURE.
San Fbancisco, Oct. 26, 1879.
W. J. Home, Proprietor California Elastic
Truss, 702 Market street, San Francisco Sir : I
am truly grateful to you for the wonderful CURE
your valuable truss has effected on my little boy.
The double truss I purchased from you has PER
FEC TLY CURED him of his painful rupture on
both sides in a little over six months. The steel
truss he had before I liought yours caused him
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when he laid it aside far the Caupobma Elas
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who are providentially led to give your truss a
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ject. Yours truly, " WM. PERU,
038 Sacramento Street.
This is to certify'that I have examimed the son
of Wm. Peru, and find him PERFECTLY
CUREO of hernia on both sides.
L. DEXTER LYFORD, M. D.,
Surgeon and Physician.
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