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ST. HELENS, COLUMBIA COUNTY, OREGON, OCTOBER 27, 1882.
NO. 12.
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A SKETCH.
Even if Tom Bayne did' only get a
ealary of one hundred dollars a month,
that fact alone did not hinder him from
mingling in the beat society of the town;
for be was not a base mechanic or re
tailer's clerk, nor yet a street car driver.
No! he'was not by any moans engrossed
in any of the callings I have recited; on
the !cntrary he stood proudly at his
d.skTn tho bank-like t-llico of one of the
huge distilleries (which emit tire and
smoke heavenward all day and night,
and heart-burning lava and ashes to
thousands of willing and helplesss vio
time) which lined the murky river banks
realizing fully that he, Tom Bayne,
did indeed rank high in tlie first row of
the office hands.
"Position is everything!" cries a well
established adage, consequently T. B.
took his place in society and kept if be
cause he had a position a position in
the fulfilling of whose duties be did not
soil his hands, though the money he
handled might be blood money.
Of course he belonged to the "Gentle
man's Club," and bore up his end in the
manifold expenses of that very expen
sive concern; he attended the banie
church as his employers,and contributed
freely and ostentatiously, fifty cents each
Sunday. And in spite of all this, long
tongued people would insinuate that
perhaps the balance ofhis bank account
, at the end of the year "was like the num
ber of days remaining in the year in
finitesimal t,ureJy.
But when' with Don Alonzo, John
Hightone and Joe Abram the flowing
bowl was quailed, or the "champagne,
you know," his tougue dealt in flowery
eloquence, and he was unanimously
crowned laureate, because of his at
tractive, polished manners and the
abundance of spicy stories always at
command.
But this divergence hai been made as
a text to be, and as a base for the story
of Tom's trouble and what aine about
through an evening party.
On this particular morning, at about 9
o'clock, the sun broke through the veil
ing clouds, and a ray of his welcome
light cutting its way down through the
smoky atmosphere disclosed to Tom's
eager eyes an envelope bearing the
familiar monogram of a society belle
lying before him on tho dusty desk. It
requested his company, etc., but why
enlarge?
"Were you invited?" "Get a bid?"
These were the only remarks or replies
of Mr. Tom for the customary saluta-
tious of his fellows. Then on Thursday
evening he matte his glad way alone and
in a high priced carriage, to the scene of
action to the evening party. He was
attired in full dress, regardless of cost
(although his tailor threatened to seize
the collateral.) And as carriage followed
carriage to the hospitable door and the
"expected" did not come, Tonji, whose
bosom had long been' aqitated with a
harrowing doubt, which this very night
he had resolved to fathom, grew more
and more dispirited. And the cool, sar
castic Fred Grayner, sitting easily in a
tilted-back chair, and himself clad in a
plain tweed suit, by several opportune
remarks added to his discomposure.
"The demned fellow!" quoth onr hero.
"Thinks himself my equal, I do believe,
and in that miserable suit!"
All of which reflections were lost on
Fred, and by T. B.'s particular intention,
for he assured'y respected the robust
physique of this hated critic.
The utterances of a fellow who is in
love may be overlooked, especially when
that love is at the fever heat, and we
overlook and are charitable with T. B.
for these inflamed sayings concerning
Mr. Grayner who, all the town knew,
was a rival for Miss Bartholomew's
hand.
The reflectionH of the rivals glaring
at each other under under the bright
gaslight:
Fred "Won't Agnes give him blazes
this evening if he comes near her again
with his sickening pleading for mar
riage and blatant tales of his own ac
quirements? If she doesn't, I'll take
the job out of her hands and rid her
presence of the shallow-brained cub.
What a miserable ai of utterly-utter!'"
"If that young jackanapes in the
tweed suit dares to approach Miss Ag
nes," thought T. T., "won't she start
him .though? The idea of him daring to
dance with her she clad in white satin,
he in that fall business suit!" .
A rustle of rich, heavy satin on the
8laircase,anl through the half open door
our gentlemen witness the entrance of
"the expected;" and with a little further
description of Mr. Grayner, we leave the
amiable and well wishing pair, and
make ' the acquaintance of a few of the
assembled jast to fill in the corners of
onr drawing.
He wasn't notoriously well-to-do, but
he came from a respectable family, and
being a hard and willing worker, had
rapidly risen in the estimation of his
employers and acquaintances. He was
only a j,warehouso hand in a wholesale
- crockery house, and unostentatious in
all things. Being such, he had gained
.Miss Bartholomew's esteem, and the re
ciprocated feeling had become so intense
that this evening was to be a red-letter
evening of his young life, an assault on
cupid's battery (a forlorn and hopeless
combat sometimes) having been re
solved. ... Now Agnes, if he only knew it, really
loved hira and despised the blatant Tom;
not knowing this he' felt the usual anx
iety, and, poor fellow! was trembling in
his boots.
, I said that Tom made his "glad way"
to the party, which was perfectly true.
Now, if I added that at the door of the
entertainer's house, jy, shabbily dressed
girl had handed him a note, and earlier
a gentlemanly dressed person had handed
him another, both concerning him
deeply, I might have ben thought to be
again diverging. These notes disturbed
but did not trouble the almost impertur
ablo Tom. What does it matter to him
if he owes his washerwoman' for three
months' work, and tailor for a year's
clothes? Why, nothing at all.
There is a sense of such a delightful
freedom in the society of these western
towns! In the east there is as near one
grade as possible present, and no people
wijo aro particularly better or particu
larly wbrse, are invited,1 judicious con
sideration and 'tact governing the whole
matter. In the west every one is invite J,
and the most of them manage', to come;
the grading being done not , by those
who give the party, but by the instinct
ive feelings of the invited. Conse
quently that delightful sense of freedom.
Said a western lady of high standing:
" We are hospitable and very free with
strangers; but we can tell quickly and
easily when we are being imposed upon."
And the answer made to the assertion
that they were too apt to misconstrue the
approaches of strangers afterwards, to
repudiate their familiarity, and thus do
occasionally irretrivable harm.
Owing to this freedom and to the di
vision of the guests in their respective
cliques, Fred Grayner was able to isolate
Miss Agnes quite soon after her coming.
only to get the poor satisfaction that he
must escort her home,her carriage to be
sent on ahead. But ured had noticed
and so had T. B., with failing heart, that
she had detached the rose Bayne gave,
and wore his humble spray of mignon
ette. I
On finishing a waltz and promenading
gayly over to an alcove, T. B.'s spirits
rose cheered with the' exciting dance,
and then he began. v by at this juncture
should these notes that had been given
hini drop from his pocket, unfolded and
open to tne Keen giauce oi iUiss Agnesr
This we cannot divine, and ascribe it
like all mysterious willings of the Un
known, to fate cruel fate. One glance
sufficed her. "W. W. Fashion & Co.,
clothes; ona hundred and twenty-five
dollars." "Mrs. Murphy, three months'
Wishing eighteen dollars.
Mr. Bayne's protestations as to his en
tire independence of j the mercenary
world amply atoned for: her breach of
etiquette, and she determined to give
him a lasting lesson then and there. A
woman quickly decides with an im
poster. "What are those, Mr. Bayne?"
"Ah! letters from friends invitations,
I suppose."
"Invitations, yes! To what?"
The dire truth was levealed to T. B..
nit; game was over; he saw ruin in her
stern yet amused face; he was beaten;
the floodgates oLshanie opened, and
hastily excusiughimslhe gained the
open air, andvknted his excited feelings
under theolUand unsympathetic light
of the stars. !
Father Time has been busy for nearly
two decades now since Fred Rayner and
his amorata took their gay homeward
walk under tho sympathetic starlight,
and his razor-aged scythe has during
these cycles reaped more than one of the
sheaves which formed part of the back
ground of tho "sketch" of the party. It
is at least ten years since an entry op
posite Tom Bayne's name in the Club
book read: "Unable to pay dues." And
at least five since he was! summarily dis
charged from the office of the great dis
tillery. Then, after that "Black Friday"
of his, he subsisted through the medium
of odd and miscellaneous jobs; forming
all the while, however, the main
figure of the group that every evening
ocenpied the spacious arm chairs under
the oak trees of a well -known sample
room. Finally his familiar face, with
his scarlet nose, and the rag-clad form,
were missed altogether. J On our voyage
of inquiry we ended in an obscure cor
ner of the city cemetery,1 and by looking
at "No. Forty-three" on jthe head -board
of a grassy mound, and comparing with
the guide book, we found that the name
was that of Thomas Bayne.
Fred. Grayner did nt)t marry Miss Bar
tholomew after all, and! is comfortably
settled with a cheerful, warm-hearted
little wife. He possesses large business
interests, interlinked with the duties of
a prominent public office. His well
stocked and well-used library, and the
handsome etchings, paintings and ar
ticles of verta which his house contains;
betoken the full enjoyment of the higher
pleasures of this transitory human life
of ours. He has attained the respect of
all, and retafned what is j still greater
his self-respect- When he folds his lov
ing wife in his arms he realizes that in
givirfg np the match with' Agnes Barthol
omew marrying a woman not money
bags uniting ,with one who loved him
and would continue to do so whether he
reached a pinacle of fame or no, he did
the wisest of all possible things. He
has reached that pinacle, and thinks that
had he married Miss Agnes and not ac
quired fame, th re would have been an
everlasting picnic in that household.
My sketch is now done, but the colors
not having all dried in, a few touches
here and there seem to be in order. In
writing it I did not propose the rendi
tion of a homily on temperance though
I incline that way but rather have
shown a strain to show the effect of early
companionship in the formation of char
acter. Many others have done so before
me. and maybe will again, but the fact
remains and always shall, that the more
care a young man exercises in choosing
his companions and occupation, the
surer he is of ultimately getting a high
dace on a stout rung of ! the celebrated
adder which we all climb more or Jess.
Sho laid her head on the oasy chair
against his head and murmured: "How I
do love to rest my head against your
head, Augustus." VDoJyou, dearest:"
said he. "It is because you love me.'
"No, because it is so nice and soft."
liounle Bessie.
"Bonnie Bessie" every one called her,
and rightly enough; for of all the High
land lassies who gathered at the little
kirk Sabbath mornings, not one was half
so pretty and winning as Bessie.
Squire Renfrew of the Red Pass was
desperately in loe with Bessie, and
sought to make her his wife in spite of
difference in rank. The herds at the
Red Pass wero the finest and largest in
the neighborhood; the barn and store
houses were always well filled. He was
a bachelor, something over two niom
years old. And he wanted "Bonnie
Besio" for his wife.
"If the lassie thinks she can fancy
me," he said, addressing Bessie's grand
mother, as he stood under the low, brown
rafters of the little Black Lynn cottage;
a hot
crown
thinks
made.
flush mounting to the shining
of his bald head, "if the lassie
she can fancy me, the bargain's
I'm ready and willing to lead
her to the kirk to-morrow; and if a good,
true husband, and some gold and silver
will make her happy, she'll be as happy
as a queen at the Red Pass.
Bessie listened, with wide, startled
eyes, burning cheeks and quivering lips.
She held her peace, standing, tall and
slim, in a sort of stunned silence, until
her gray-haired lover had taken his
leave. Then she burst forth into ve
hement, passionate protest.
The old grandmother suffered her to
storm until heif passion was spent.
"Well, 'tis o'er now, and ye'll simmer
down and keep quiet, mebbe. l'ye let
ye have your say, and now I'll have
mine. We're poor folk, you and me. I
found it hard to get bread when I had
my own mouth to feed; and since I've
been burdened wi you I've gone to bed
mony a night tit to cry wi' hunger. But
l ve borne it all an done my best, an
always been willing to gi' you a share of
my last crust."
"But dearest grandma "
"Now, lookee here, my lass," inter
rupted tho old woman, lifting her bony
finger and glowering fiercely upon
Bessie; "if ye're fule enou' to refuse this
good fortin that ends 'twixt us two. You
pack out o' my house, and ne'er crosslhe
threshold agin."
Bessie was silent. The great world
beyond the Highland peaks seemed so
dim and far. away, and the old home
scenes were so familiar.
The autumn days drifted on, and in
the spring time she was going to the
kirk with Squire Renfrew and be made
his wife.
The spring time came and the wedding
day was close at hand, when, one even
ing, just before the gloaming, Bessie
went to fill her pitcher, as usual, at the
rocky spring near by. She bad accom
plished her task, had lifted the pitcher
to her shoulder, and had started for the
cottage, her white, shapely feet twink
ing prettily below the short petticoat as
she stepped from stone to stond in cross
ing the little brawling stream, when
suddenly she uttered a stifled cry, and
staereiner to a moss-grown bowlder, sat
down ani put the pitcher hastily on the
ground, pressing her hand on her heart
and trembling all over.
"It's his ghaist, it's his ghaist!" she
cried. "And oh, how sair he looked at
nieP
Whatever she had seen, or fancied she
had seen, there was nothing in sight
when she next looked up; nothing ex
cept the overhanging rocks of the glen,
the brook shimmering in the evening
light, and tho white birch trees swaying
spectrally against the sky.
"He has come from his grave" she
cried glancing fearfully around. "j
dare na, dare na do it. Oh, forgive me,
Jamie, that I ever thought o it."
She drew a silken cord, which encir
cled her throat from her bosom, as she
spoke, and kissed the slender hoop of
siver which depended from it. "I'll
never ha' peace if I marry the squire'
she said, "and I ought not to ha' it; I
shall feel I'm a traitor. And, oh! Jamie,
Jamie, after a 1, I love no one but you,
and never can."
Suddenly she rose, with resolution
stamped on every feature.
"I must give the squire his ring again,"
she said, brushing tlie last tears from
her eye. "It is hard for him; but there
is no other way. Then Jamie, then, per
haps, you'll forgive me, dear."
Leaving her pitcher there, she tossed
back her abundant locks, as she finished
this adjuration, and Went speeding away,
through the falling darkness with the
light foot of a chamois.
When she reached the Red Pass, the
bright glow of the warm ingle-side lit
the windows. She approached the near
est one, ahd pressed her sad, tired, yet
resolute, face against the glass.
A minute, and she tapped lightly
against the glass. The squire turned
quickly, stared, and then started to his
feet.
'Well, now, well, now, what's the
meaning o' this?" he cried, rufbing
across tho room and throwing up the
window. "Bessie, my lassie, what's
happened?"
"Something that never should ha'
happened," she answered, looking at
him with a sort of desperate defiance,
and drawing the gold ring from her fin
ger, as she spoke. "I've come to give
this back to you, Squire Renfrew. I
was wrong evei to let you put it on."
"Why, child, what do vou mean?"
"Take the ring," she said. "You're
heard of 'Auld Robin Grey,' maybe,
haven t you?"
"Yes, I have. But what then?'
"Well, I had a Jatnie once," she went
on clutohing at the little silver ring bus
pended from her neck, a great throb of
pain shaking her; "he gave me this, and
I can't ever wear any other ring. He
he went off to seek his fortune," with
another repressed sob, "and he was lost
at oa. I tried to forget him; but I can
not. I can't keep my promise to vou.
Squire Renfrew I I couldn't feel like
she did to 'Auld Robin Grey I should
hate you I should " And here she
broke down completely.
Ho took tho ring she offered, and
paused for a moment. A look of unut
terable pain and regret came into his
kind eyes.
So, he said, slowly, "you have come
to ten me this, and to ask for vour free
dom? And you really think, too, you
uave seen j amie s gnaistr
Jtes. lAnd I shall never return to
grandnjothcr again. -T- 9p.rQ not. Sol
ui c Jk ut; una v.
"Bessie, my darling," cried a voice, as
his strong arm clasped her. The next
moment sho was on the breast of her
lover, who had como back alive and
safe.
A few days after, there was a happy
marriage at tne kirk, ttquire Renfrew
himself giving away the bride, our "Bon-
me xsessie.
Abstract tf tbe Report of the Comuils-
tloner or Kaucatlou fOi lssu.
The eleventh annual report of the
Commissioner of Education, covering
the year lbbO, has been issued.
The Commissioner states that the pres
ent year has been marked by a great in
crease in the amount and value of the
information received at the office with
reference to the conduct of education in
our own and in foreign countries, and
by a corresponding increase in the pub
lie demand lor tne distribution ot in
formation. The means allowed the office
for carrying on the interchange of intel
gence are entirely inadequate, whether
regard be had to specific inquiries or to
information wnich should be published
in the general interest of this department
f public affairs.
Seven circulars of information and six
bulletins have been published during
the year, comprising among others the
following subjects: College libraries as
aids to instruction; rural school archi
tecture, with illustrations; English
rural schools, with illustrations; a report
on the teaching of chemistry and physios
in tbe United States; vacation colonies
for sickly school children; the Indian
school at Carlisle Barracks; industrial
education in Europe; medical colleges
in the United States.
The number of American correspon
dents of the office, including officers of
the State and local systems and institu
tions of learning, is 8231, or more than
four times the numbers at the beginning
of the present decade. To the material
derived from these sources must be
added the foreign matter, reports and
periodicals, all of .which must be ex
amined and summarized for the report.
Thj total school population in the
States for 1S80 i3 15,331,875: number
enrolled in public schools, 9,680,403;
average daily attendance, 5,744,188, four
States not reporting. The school popu
lation of the territories is 184,405, Idaho
and Wyoming not reporting; enrolment
in public schools, 101,118; average daily
attendance, 61,154, two territories not
reporting. The percentages of enrol
ment and average daily attendance 'are
highest in Massachusetts and lowest in
Louisiana.
There are sixteen different school ages
in the States and territories, 17 being the
longest period and 6 years the shoitest.
The earliest age at which children are
admitted to the public schools in any
State is four years. In ten States and
one territory, the school age is 6-21, and
in seven States and three territories 5 25.
The number of teachers emploj-ed in
the public schools of the States in 1880
was- 280.034; the same for the territories,
2,610. The average salaries paid to men
ranged from $2,524 a month in South
Carolina to 8101.47 in .Nevada, and the
same from $17.44 in Vermont to $77 in
Nevada.
Ten ThoubandAcres of Oysters. The
joy caused in gastronome and epicurean
circles by Olsen's paper on "The North
Sea Fisheries" and the great oyster dis
coveries there will be shared by the
whole oyster-eating world. Two hun
dred miles of oyster-beds, thirty to sev
enty miles wide, that is to say ten thou
sand acres of splendid oysters within
easy distance of the British coast, is a
discovery to which all those of Stanley
and Livingstone sink into insignificance.
One curious feature about it is that
the oysters lie in a derjth of twenty-one
fathoms, thus disposing summarily of
the prevalent idea that oysters can only
be successfully raised in shallow water.
The man who invents a new dish, accord
ing to the Mohammedans, deserves well
of mankind ; but what is the reward of a
man who discovers 10,000 acres of oys
ters? And yet all this is tinged with the
melancholy doubt whether oysters will
be cheaper in consequence. Pall Mall
Gazette.
Cure for Drunkenness. Drunken
ness in Sweden and Norway is cured in
the following manner. The drunkard is
put in prison, and his only nourishment
is bread i soaked in wine. During the
first day the prisoner receives the bread
and wine with pleasure. On the second
day is not so acceptable. After that ho
takes his food with great repugnance.
In general, eight or ten days ot this
treatment suffice to produce a disgust of
liquor that the unhappy man is com
pelled to abstinence. After leaving
prison his drunkenness is radically
cured, with an occasional exception, the
ordor of liquor produces an invineible
repulsion.
Before leaving Russia for Centrsl Asia
General Tcheroaiff made a pilgrimage to
the tomb of Skobeleff, and placed above
it a superb silver image of Saint Michael,
the dead chieftain's patron saint. In life
the two generals were rivals, but withal,
great admirers of each other.
A Small Boy on Pie.
A pie,, as a part of speech, is a pro
noun, as it stands in the place of a noun,
not very objective, most always neuter,
unless too old, and agrees -with any per
son wno is not sick.
They are generally round one way and
very flat tho other. When they are cut
tney assume; a triangular shape, until
they are eaten, and then we don't know
what shape they have. They are about
the only three-cornered articles of food
we have except beech nuts.
A three-cornered piece Of pie is about
as convenient a thing to eat as one ever
closed teeth! on, and licked one's lips
afterwards. That is, sharp end foremost.
The only trouble is you don't know when
to bite it off, for tbe mouth naturally
widens as the wedge goes in. The com
position of pies is doHgh and something
else what that something else is or
sbould be has never been definitelv set
tied. I
You can make them of anything that
grows m the garden except thistles and
burdocks. A boy told me that his aunty
made a thistle pie. bnt the boy said a lie
one day before, and I cannot trust him
since. j
I have seen pumpkin pies made out of
apples that I liked very much. I re
member one that I saw once. It was not
a very large pie, but it was got up in
great stylo. It was made on a white
plate with a blue edge. The under crust
was made of dough, and was very thin;
tne inwards were just lovely. They were
made of what they call mincemeat and a
little sugar sprinkled over it. The top
or upper crust was made of dough rope
yarn, laid across like tne slats of a bed.
Oh, it looked lovely ! Around the edge
was a hoop of dough, laid partly on the
edge of the plate, and about an inch over
the fragmentary meat.- It was orna
xnented around the outer part of the
hoop with an: impression made by press
ing it all around with a set of false teeth
before it was baked. It was a great ap
petiser, you better believe ! They sacri
ficed it at a tea shrine, and it sold readily
at four cents a triangle, cash on delivery.
There are a great many people who
like pies but 'seldom eat them, 'tis be
cause they can't get them. I don't think
the common apple pie is very hard to
make, for I made one once out of cran
berries, and all who tasted it said it was
very nice. 1 tasted the most of it mv
self. I know; one boy who was very fond
of pies, in fact, rather than do without
them he would hook them from his
mother-in-law. if he had one. but he
hadn't. Anyway, he was fond of them;
he was very apt to take a bite out of one
if it was in his way. One day there was
a pie made on purpose for him, and put
in nis way, and ne put it out or his own
way and everybody else's. I never liked
cayenne pepper since; it's too warm.
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HOUSEHOLD.
xomato catsup. a ousnei ot ripe
tomatoes cut up and cooked thoroughly;
strain through a sieve when cold; add 3
quarts vinegar, y pints salt, 3 ounces
each of whole cloves and allspice. 3
ounces black and white pepper, x,
ounces cayenne pepper, 12 onions boiled
whole in it f,or several hours, watching
and stirring for fear of burning. It need
not boil hard, but simmer steadily.
When cold, bottle, after removing the
onions when they have well flavored the
mixture; keep in a cool, dry place.
Preserved Tomato .-Scald and skin
tnem, ana weign equu parts of sugar
1 1 m m
and fruit. Let the tomatoes lie on a
sieve o drain off some of their juice.
Then lay them carefully in layers with
tne sugar into a stone jar. Allow one
lemon to every four pounds of fruit, and
put the juice and grated rind of one .on
each layer. Cover the jar close and set
in a pot of boiling water and let it boil
all day long. Be sure and see that the
water comes up to the top of the stone
jar, out does not boil into it. Let tne
jar stand in the water till it is cold, after
it has been boiled enough.
Stewed PEARS.If small and ripe,
cut out the blossom end without paring
or coring. Put into a saucepan with
water enough to cover them, and stew
until tender; add one-half cup sugar for
every quart of pears, and stew altogether
ten minutes; take out the pears and lay
them in a covered" bowl to keep warm;
add to the svrup a little ginger or a few
cloves; boil fifteen minutes longer, and
pour over tbe fruit hot.
A delicate cake is made by beating five
eggs very light; beat the whites and yolks
separately, and if the yolks are at all
umpy, strain them. Beat three cups of
powdered sugar and one of butter to a
cream; add one cup of sweet milk, four
cups of sifted! flour in "which you have
mixed one teaspoonful and a half of bak
ing powder and the juice and the grated
peel of one lemon. Put the whites of
the eggs in last. Bake in a moderate
oven in one large, round loaf, or in two
ong, narrow tins.
Small new potatoes are often wasted bv
a careless cook, wno is usually in a hurrv.
and who does not know how to use them
o good advantage. Here is an excellent
way to prepare them: Remove the skins.
using a very sharp knife, so as ta take off
a little as passible of tbe potatoes. Have
hot lard in the kettle in which yon fry
cakes. Wash the potatoes, wipe them
dry, then drop them into the hot , lard.
They will require from twenty to twenty-
five minutes to cook, and should ,be of a
aencate Drown. Turn tnem oxten.
If you have trouble to get your last
year s catsup bottles perfectly 'clean,
after washing them thoroughly in
suds and rinsing in clear water, chop a
potatoe quitejfine, mix it with a little
warm water, put this in the bottle and
shake it well; it will surely remove any
foreign subitance.
MISCELLANEOUS ITEMS. "
The government is looking after the
young hopefuls of the red men. Two
new Indian j sochools are soon to be es
tablished. Blotting paper was in use, by that
name, so far back as 1465. The use of
sand lasted up to the end of the last
century in Ecgland, and still obtains in
Italy. j
Mr. Carte, the London show manager,
who sent Oscar Wilde to America, says
the profits of tne tnp iie r&uruea
000, to be divided equally between the
two. j
To the long list of English magazines
two more are to be added, Macmillan's
English Critic, with John Morley, as
editor, and Longman's Magazine. The
latter will be sold for sixpence.
The catalogue of the British Museum,
now being printed, will fill 500 volumes,
and at the present rate it will require
40 years to complete it, by which time
there will be new matter enough to begin
afresh.
Out of nine chiefs of tbe London news
paper reporters five use Taylor's system
of shorthand, while Pitman, Gurney,
Mayor, and Byron can claim only one
each. The body of stenographers, prefer
Pitman. !
Colley Cibber's views on the Civil
Service were: "Until the number of good
places is equal to the number of those
who think i themselves qualified for
them, there must be a - cause of conten
tion among us."
A real estate dealer advertises in a
Dakota newspaper: "I can be fonud
either in the Ciold Mine playing 'freeze
out,' at Mitchell's Exchange betting on
the age of 'old bosses' with Brown, or at
my residence on Oak street perusing the
Scriptures." j
The Chinese Government has sent a
commission of high naval officials to -
Germany to take the powerful ironclad
Ting Tnen, that has just been built for
the Chinese navy, formally into their
custody. The voyage of the vessel for
China is to bejrja next month.
Ella Wheeler has written a poem to
prove that "Love is Enough." Gri scorn,
the faster, thought fog was enough, but
if one was to be tied down to a choice
between love and fog as a permanent
diet, Ella's recommendation would be
adopted by a large majority.
A jeweler has long dunned a lady of
fashion for the amount of his big bill,
but in vain. jWhen he rings the bell the
footman says politely, but firmly, "Sir,
the Counte8sonIy receives on Tuesdays.
"I don't care when she receives,"
thundered the irate and long-suffering
creditor; what I want to know is the day
sue pays on I
They have a bogus baby case in Phila
delphia similar to that which caused so
much of a sensation in London some
jears ago, a wife having secured, it is
alleged, a baby ata foundling home,
which she presented as bef own to the
husband when he returned from Europe.
The Crown Princess of Germany has
established ; a school for the training of
children's nurses at Berlin. The first
thing she should teach them is never to
yank a child around by the armr, and
tho second is to pay more attention to
their charges and less to the young men
they meet in the park.
A curious was John Birdsall, of Rash,
Indiana, who brought 000 in gold from ,
California twenty years ago, buried it in
an iron pot, and told nobody. His fam
ily have of late suffered for food, and
when absolute starvation tnreatened
them, he dug up his treasure and went
off with it, leaving his wife and four
childred to the poormaster.
Uatllesaake FcU.
There is only one thing about Profes
sor Bsll, Florida agent of the Smith
sonian Institution, which his neighbors
do not like, and that is the pleasure
which he takes in the companionship of
venomous snakes. A countryman called
upon the professor, the other day, and
as he entered the room a huge rattle
snake dropped off a sofa pillow which
had been placed upon a chair for his ac
commodation, glided into a corner,
coiled, and waving his head back and
forth, shook his rattles viciously at tbe
intruder. "Great jeeswaxl exclaimed
the intrsder. i "Gome in," said the pro
fessor, cordially, handing his caller the
chair just vacated by the snake; "don't
mind him: he s not used to strangers,
that's all." The snake obeyed an order
to "hush that fuss," but still kept vigi
lant watch over the visitor, who, nnder
the circumstances, did not care to make
a long 3tay. j Doubtless the reptile's
fangs had been drawn, but that did not
transform him into an agreeable object
for contemplation.
An Unrelenting Parent. Some four
or five years ago the World published
the full particulars of an elopement from
a very fashionable Newport boarding
house, the young lady being the daugh
ter of a New York family named San
ford, and the man was the son of a labor
ing gardener named Lodge. They were
married, and then returned here in a few
days. Soon, however, the girl's parents
recovered her and sent her to a remote
corner of New York State, and subse
quently to Europe.but they could get no
excuse for a divorce, as the young hus
band repeatedly offered to support her.
The husband finally went to California.
Word now comes that he has prospered
beyond the most aanguine expectations,
and proposes to return to the East and
claim his bride. Tbe father has declared
time and time again that the son-in-law
shall never have his daughter, and there
is reason to believe that the law will be
resorted to.
Newport Letter to N. Y.
World.
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