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ST. HELENS, COLUMBIA COUNTY, OREGON, MAY 26, 1882.
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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,
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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.