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IIAC'IIEXY A B0,
Portland, Oregon.
A Precarious Basiness.
John W. llackey said to a reporter for The
St Paul Pioneer Press: "Mining is the most
precarious business in the world." "You can
well afford to say it," the reporter retorted,
"with $30,000,000 to your credit. But did you
think so in I860, when you were pushing an
ore car in th Ophir miner "I knew li then
pnly iu theory, for my salary of $4 a day was
always sure, and my wants were simple. You
always hear of the successful miners. The men
who disappear and are lost in Pauper al'ey
ure not so of ten quoted. n
A Tale of Love In
-1839.
fEd. Mott la New Vnrt Run 1
"I hear ez the Widder Crimflint la golnter
git hitched agin," said the 'Squire. He needn't
hare said it so loud, either, for the Sheriff, to
whom he was apparently speaking, sat within
two feet of him. But the Old Settler had just
come in, and stood war orer at the other side
of the room, by the door, where he was put
ting on his spectacles to read a vendue bill
which had been pasted on the wall since his
last visit to the Crissman house. : He turned
sharply about cs the 'Squire spoke, walked
forward, and took a seat by the stove. He
handled his cane nervously, and looked
straight at the 'Squire, - who to all appear
ances was not aware that he was in
the room. But the 'Squire winked at the
bueriir, and then the boys knew that; he had
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epuxeii ior ma uiu oecuer s Deaent i ne lat
ter said:
"'Scmire. did n
"Why, gudevenV. Major." said the 'Sauire.
as u surprised to see mm. "Gudeven'n'
well, it's gittm' tol'able winterish out
'Twout be lonsr 'fore we hef to climb twixt
the blankets, Major. Hay?"
"Did I un'erstan' vou to sav. 'Snnire. m
some un were Groin' ter be hitf-hHd?' said tho
Old Settler. "TJr dit'n't yer talk loud enough?
ur neigittm' deef r
"Oh, yes." replied the 'Sauire. "Ybs. vps.
1 wore sayin' to the Shurf, yer, th' I heerd az
tiie vv laaer a-h-h the Widder Crimflint
were eointer tie on affin."
Ob, ye heerd so, did yef said the Old Set-
- C3
tier. "An' you was tellm' of it to the Shurf .
was ye? Wull. now. I'm e-lad. bVosh. th'fc v
tol' me ye was taJkin' to the Shui-f, fur ef ye
neciu t ra a tuort to my dyin' day ez ye was
wrusperm' oi it to them fellers ez's camnin'
two miles back yer long the Sh'holyl So ye
heerd ez the VV ldder Crimflint were gointer
tie on a&rin. did ve? Wnll. r'ivka aha !
Wat's the "VV'idder Crimflint ur her tvin's on
got to uo with mo, b gosht'lmightyf
"iNotlin', Maior! nothin'l" renlied the
'bquire. "Leastways, not now. An' come to
think on it, they never did hev nothin' to do
wico yer'
1 An' w'at were the reasons fur whv
b'gosn r exclaimed the Old Settler, punctu
ating his remaks with raps of his cane on the
floor. "Wat were the reason fur whv 1 Vn
know dura well, 'Squire, th't ef it hedn't a been
m . & . . . . .. ..
iur i ars an' some o' the tallet kinds o' lvm'
Hungry f oot 'd a tied to me. b'eosh. an' she
wouldn't he th' Widder Crimflint now.
lookin' at her time o' life fur another man,
an' the third ua at that I Who's the fort'nit
individjilasisgoin'ter change the Widder's
name mis lime r
There was more anxietv felfc hv t.h nid
oetiier inan his nippant manner called for.
ine uoys seemed to think. Ami t.hv lo
thought that the 'Sauire'a renlv mio-hf. ha va
been less aggravatingly deliberate.
"um-in-m let me see," said he; "let me
see. v no did 1 hear were the man ? 'Twa'n't
'Lije Rouz -t! Oh, of course not. He's gointer
hiten to oie Uunnv Jarvis' widdnr. A n' hnva
that's eointer be a hummer, that wivl.li n is!
It's sjt down for Thanksgivin', an' ye wanter
scratch voun', Major, an' git an invite. Lessee
couldn't a ben Job Timnson could it? Wnll.
thar! Crackce doodle! Whv cau'fc I think o
who it is ez i3 eointer marry the Widder ? I
don't see anyhow what's sot her mind on
hookin' on agin, for it'twan'tmore'n a month
ago tnat sue tor me she wouldn't marry the
Dis man nvin oh. 1 tell ve who it is. Maiorl
Pete Golip! Pete Golip's the lucky individiil.
Major!"
" Wfcatr exclaimed the Old Settler.
ing to his feet. "What! The WidVW fWm.
flint gomter marry Pete Golip?"' The Old
C-, X . 1 . , ... ..
oewjer toua tor a minute witb hia rana
raised over the Squire's head. Then he slowly
lowered it, and resuming his seat, wiped his
tacewimms Dandanna, and said calmly.
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uii, s pose sne is? i recKon she's srot a
right to marry who she durn pleases, ain't
snes &ue s old enouerh to know. hVoshf"
"Yer right she is!" said the Sauire. "hnfc
kinder thort ez how ye mowt a looked on it
ez bein' rather sinzlar th't a e-ftlrwiva T'n
jist hef to go back an' tell ye the hull story,
u lt-tje jeage ler yerseirs whuther you
wouldn't think it was smslar fur th' Widdnr
r: n i. - -i
vimiiiiub marry x'ete uonp, u -er was
the Major."
The 'Squire settled back in his chn,V
cleared his throat, and was about to bagin,
whfen a thump, of the Old Settler's cane on
th floor bade a pause.
Vbtop! said he. "Consarn ve. ston! Th hoafa
the ,'tarnal hills, b'gosh, how things '11 keep a
turnin' up jis' fur nothin' else, ez it 'pears to
mej than to turn sum pin' else up that folks
had furerot forty years airo. Now. 'Smii
ef that story's got to be told yer to-night, I
tell it myself ! I don't want no lies strunz
inter it. ez has ben dona 'fora now I want
the dead fac's in that case put oa record fur
wuhst. So ies' keen ver tone to vorself
If hey's any reason fur me to think the Wid-
aer ti iraihnt's goiq's-on is sing'lar, boys, ye
kin all find it out by listenin' to me an' don't.
ye take no stock in no durn mess o' trash ez
mowt be dished out to ye by some fellere ez
thinks they'm a leetle bit smarter'n the com
mou run o' folks ez earns their mnnev n
don't depend on it, b'gosh, by makin' out
war'nts an' ish'in' summonses ac-in thir
neighbors, an' tryin' ev'ry drunken bush
whacker ez gits in a row fur 'sault an' bat
tery!"
This shot at the Sanire onlv resulted in hi
redoubling his winks at the Sheriff.
"All right. Major." said he. "Go in. IV
heerd the story more'n wunst. straie-ht nn'
true. Now, I'd rather like to hear vour wr-
sion of it. I'll kinder jog ver mem'rv. now
an' then, to make it easier for ye. Go in.
Major."
The Old Settler waved the 'Snuire's insin
uations oft with a contemptuous swish of his
cane, and said:
'On ILe Fourth o' Julv. 1839. thev
gointer bd a picnic in the bush, over back o'
uumpuon Holler, atf aU that part o' the
county, an' more. too. were eittin' tprAv fnr
to be on the carpet when she come off. Ole
woe iiungryioot an' his wile an' da'ter lived
at the Holler. Joe were the meanest man,
b'gosh, ez ever peeled a hemlock, but he had a
wire ez were a hummer, an' in them dava his
da'ter Han wtre 'bout ez spruce a chunk o'
female human natur' ez ever done her bes' to
find the red ear o' corn at a huskinh
"Her name were Hanner G. Hungryfoot,"
said the 'Squire, nodding to the Old Settler, as
much as to say, "ril give you a lift on this."
"Hauner but nobody never kuow'd what
th-; G stood Tor, but I 'alluzs'posed it stood fur
Go-it, fur she could everlastin'ly go it, and
w'en she got a goin' it, boys, you mowt jis' az
well try to stop a run-away mule afore he got
ready az to try an stop her till she made up
her mind to. The Majorj h'yer were all gone
to pieces over Hanner G., and so were Sol
Gable, lifle Pelig Potter, Lije Crimflint, an'
Pete Golip. Nobody couldn't tell which one
o' the five she had the sncakinest notion fur,
'cause son- times it'd be one an1 then it'd be
t'other. The time o' this picnic tha Major is
speakiu' of, though, the Major ruther held the
winnin' hand agin t'other f our, 'eordin' to
the way Hanner G. . were a lettin'of him
shine 'roun' her. So, when she ast him to
run an urrand fur her over through the
woods about six miles, he claps his gun over
his shoulder an' starts. The urrand were to
carry a basket o' provender fur the picnic,
which were to he left at Huldy McGarry's to
go with her things in their wagon, 'cans
Hanner G.'g folks didnt har
stun drag, an' she didn't calcTate to go to no
ounn o J uiy picnic on a stun drag. So the
Major starts iur McGarrj's with the basket
on one arm an' his gun over t'other shoulder.
But mebbe Pm a cuttin' in a little on your
leiun' o' the story, Major.'1 said the 'Squire,
with another wink at the Sheriff.
"Oh, not a durn bit, b'gosh!" exclaimed the
oia eetuer; "only, if I hed the manners ez
80me folks is eot. an' didn't make no more
bones a showin' of 'em, I wouldn't take it no
ways sing'lar, b'gosht'lmightly, if I got my
consarned head broke some day I Ef I want
my mem'ry jogged Pll ast to her it jogged,
but I'll ast some un to jog it fur meez I know
kin do it straight; an' consequently, 'Squire,
I wont bother you to do it! Boys, I started
to tell ye this story, an' I'm gointer tell it ef
a. x . ... . . .
is raxes an mgnt. i ne pigmc were gomter
to be on the Fourth of Julv. lSHf). an' on thA
3d of July I starts with a basket o' victuals to
leave it at Jdeuarry's, who were gointer cart
it an' Man to the groun s. 'Twan't six mile, an'
'twan't three, but 'twere fur 'nough. 'Fore I
started I up an' ast Han right out if she'd tie
to me, an' she says to me th't she'd gimme my
answer at the picnic, an' she gimme to un'er
stan', b'gosh, h't it'd be yes! So I trapsed
through the woods feelin' durn good. I
stopped at a spring to get a drink when I
were naii way to JttcUarry's, an' in doin,
that I sot my gun down quite a distance from
the spiins. . Jis' ez I were dn'nkin' what.
should I see a comin' through the woods on
a dead run and plump at me but a durn big
b'ar. I couldn't eit my gun, but any other
t.me i d a jis' buckled in and had a bully ras-
sei witn tne D'ar. Thinks, says I, I'll be a
durn nice lookin' thing going to a picnic all
clawed up by a b'ar, to meet the girl ez is
gointer say yes, and marry mel So I made
fur a hole I see in a ledge ez laid in back
thar. an' droDDed inter it in double rmir. n'
pulled a good sized stick ez lay at the openin'
ngnt across the hole, an' had myself barred
in. The basket were strapped to me. The
d ar came a smma' about, but couldn't git his
nose in, even. I thought the b'ar would
kinder hang 'roun' fur a little whila An' thon
make off, an' then I'd come out an' mosey on
to jucuarry's."
"Major,", said the 'Squire, "you furgot
sumpin'. You furgot to speak" about that
leetle menagerie o' your'n that ye had then
me coon, an tne tox, an' the two b'ars, the
latter bein' so tame that they'd xoller veall
over, if you'd let 'em."
"That yarn about them two tame b'ars is
all a consarned lie. bVosht'lmie'hfcv!'' Ac
claimed the Old Settler, springing to his feet
and swinging ms cane, "it were all started
by that consarned Pete GoliD. an' vou know
it! You know durn well that he started that
story to bust me up with Han, an' he did bust
me up, fur she went an' married little Peleg
Potter, b'gosh, an' artcr she'd planted him
give Pete the cut agin an' married Sol Gable.
Then when Sol were gathered in she thro wed
Pete over fur Liee Crimflint. an' now. .rtnr
Lige has been called across the river for
twenty years, an' she is nigh onter 65
11 she's a day. she's willin' to
take up with Pete, an' he's got no more
i ii. . . . . . . .
gizzara tnan to tane up with her. She's
tor ye she wouldn't marrv the bes' man Hv.
in', did she? Wull, she ain't a gointer, not
by a durn sisrht She's pointer t.f a to t.h
or nanest no-account cuss that ever hunted a
coon, b'eoshtlmiehtv!"
And the old settler shook his cane at the
'Squire and took his leave with more than
usual abruptness.
The trouble is with the Maior." said thn
1 At m .
quire, as tne DOVS adiourned for refresh
ments, "he don't like to hear folks throw nn
to him that he was holed nn for tforeffrlnvanv
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ms tame d ar, which was only follerin' him
and waitin' rur him to come out The Major
had to eat the basket o' vitnals nn' miasnrl th
picnic, an' o' course the boys got hold on it,
an' wouldn't let up on him. Hanner G. never
give him yes for an answer, an' I notice he's
a mite tetcny about it yet"
A Whistling and Whittling 'Squire.
I.uen Wylde m Chicago News.
The justice of the neace is a thoughtful
whittler. He made a dollar and six bits in
fees last year, and whittled awav $3 worth of
wood. His knife is neither sharp nor dull. It
is use ms mind surprisingly dull over the
the straightest-grain question but wonder
fully keen when knotty problems get in the
way. He breaks off a niece of wood wtih hia
stumpy fingers, and sits on the edcra of thn
sidewalk as if he had come to stay; and why
snouidnenot stay since he has all the time
there is, and can do nearly as much business
there on the sidewalk as in his little temple of
justice hard by? Before proceeding to whit
tle he thinks it over a lonar. loner time, and
turns the stick end for end and end for end
again. Finally, breaking into a low, soft
whistling of good old "Coronation," or
"Plevel's Hvmn." he cuts a notch in nnn and
of the stick, and, half listening to the gossip
of his fellow-viilaeers. he eroes on whistliner
and whittling, whittling and whistling.
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now and tnen ne slices a long, even shaving
from the stick, and sauints alon? the surface
to see if it is straight. Then he sits and looks
at the wood and thinks, and thinks, and
thinks. What will he make of that stick?
Simply nothing. He will squint along its
sides and make it as level as the villagers sup
pose bis head to be: and he will smooth it
down until it is as glossy as the elbows of his
coat, ant, alter an, he wiu have only a
smooth, straight stick. Does it svmholizA his
thoughts? Is ha sitting on the edge of that
siuewaiK dreaming ot the straight path that
leads to the New .TArnsnlm anrt rami-nAinrr
himself that, notwithstanding the gloss of
varnish on the tortuous paths of vice, the
straight way is the smoothest way? Nobody
knows. He only whittles and whistles, and
speaks not his thoughts.
The Peter Cooper Itesging .Boxes.
New York Cor. Chicago News.
New York ought to be ashamed of herself
for permitting the continuance of begging
boxes tor feter Cooper's monument At
Elevated stations, bridges, ferries and the
other public places are seen boxes labled with
an inscription soliciting pennies for a work
that should be ono of love if the work was
needed, and it is not Peter Cooper
needs no monument He built for
himself a crand pile in Coooer
institute, and to place a shaft in the
little triangular park near the institute would
be almost a caricature. And the besrerine
boxes are treated in a shameful manner by
the people. Cigar stumps, cuds of tobacco,
toothpicks, and scraps of paper far outnum
bering the pennies dropped in. The people
here cheerfully face an expense of $1,000,000
to support Italian opera, while well-meaning
people are begging pennies for Peter Cooper's
monument and the foundation of the
Bartholdi statue. The new generation in this
city possess little heart or sentiment
Arkansaw Traveler.
De pusson what is only smart in one thing
may make a big success ob hisse'f, but he
oughten'ter thing hard ob people case da gifc
tired ob him, fur we think more ob de mockin'
bird, not becase he can sing better den any
ndder bird, but becase he's got so many
different songa.
Horace Walpole: .The world is a comedy to
those who think, a tragedy to those who feel.
A man, as ho manages himself, may die
old at 30 or young at SO.
' . PUTUEE WHEAT SUPPLY.
Bnt Little Danger That Oar Country
Will Be Superseded in the Markets
of the World.
San Francisco Chronicle. ,
It has been well enough known for some
time that the production of wheat in India
was Increasing rapidly. A pamphlet on the
subject has recently been published in Cal
cutta, and some facts stated therein are of in
terest The object is to show "the dominant
position India occupies as the source
of supply of wheat to Europe; the ease
with which tha greater part of Eng
lish grain trade could be diverted from
America to India, and the advantages both
to the English manufacturer and to the
Indian farmer that would result from India
becoming the sole source of supply of wheat
to the United Kingdom." According to the
writer.in 18SI England r imported 4orn
America 36,038,074 cwt of wheat alone at a
cost of about 20,055.066. A hundred mill
ion dollars for wheat alone is a pretty round
sum. The writer goes on to say that the
wheat trade of England oscillates between
the three countries of America, Russia and
India, swaying from one country to the other
on the slightest fluctuation of the price. It is
to be noticed, however, that these "oscilla
tions'' amount to very little, the United
States furnishing from year to year a larger
amount of wheat
Wheat production in this country has not
yet reached its limit, and probably will not
for thirty years or more. The new north
west is a vast country. It is just now being
opened up by railroads. All the vast coun
try, including an area greater than all the
states east of the Mississippi river, is a wheat
producing country. It is true that labor is
dearer in this country than it is in India or
in Russia. It is true, also, that agricultural
machinery in this country, especially that
used in cutting and threshing wheat, has
been brought to greater perfection than in
either of the other " countries. For the pres
ent, at least, there does not seem to be much
danger that the exportation of wheat from
this country to Great Britain will be dimin
ished by reason of the resources which Rus
sia and India possess.
The truth is, Great Britain will buy bread
stuffs and cotton in the best markets. For
these two staples the best market is the
United States. The present area of wheat
cultivated in India is not much short of
twenty million acres, the average production
ranging somewhere between eight and thir
teen bushels to the acre. Wheat production
in that country cannot be materially in
creased without 'irrigation. The present ag
gregate production does not apiear to be
greatly in excess of consumption that is,
India needs all the wheat produced in that
country lor a weii-red population. It is a
country of extremes. There are a great
many famine seasons. Two or three have
occurred within a few years, when it became
necessary to import food for the starving in
habitants, and even this expedient did not
prevent a great many from starving to
death.
"Matrimonial Agencies."
"DurandaP in Cincinnati Enquirer.
This time the sign was in bronze and very
beautifully finished. The house was preten
tious and elegant, and the neighborhood first
class. I had thought several times of the lit
tle Swiss agent and his unremunerative ven
ture on Great Jones street, and wh. i the
matrimonial agency in Forty-ninth street
caught my eye I stopped instinctively before
the house. Then I noticed that below the
sign were two other signs, one of which was
that of a dentist, and another of a dress
maker. These signs coming together in New
York are always suspicious, for either one of
them gives an opportunity for women and
men to enter a house or leave it at any time
ot the day or night without being suspected
or anything wrong.
I related the incidents to a friend later on in
the day, and he laughed good-humoredly.
"Well," I said, in an apologetic way, "I
was not taken in either by the sign. I sus
pected something all along."
"Oh, I have no doubt of that " said my
friendj with a sarcastic grin; "but you went
into the house all the same, and that is just
what the keeper of the place wanted. These
matrimonial agencies are increasing every
year in New York. A great many of them
now are located-in Fourteenth and Twenty-
third streets, where there is a constant
stream of women rushing to and fro. They
are often attracted into the places by the
npvelty of the sign or through some fiisky
desire for adventure, and once in they are
sure to slide downward in the moral scale."
Heavy life Insurai
Chicago Inter Ocean.
Not very long ago the British life insurance
companies were called upon, within the short
Bpace of one year, to pay the enormous sum
of $6,250,000 oa policies on the lives of three
heavily insured noblemen, viz: the duke of
Newcastle, the marquis of Anglesea, and the
earl of Fife; and shortly afterward the same
companies paid $1,250,000 insurance on the
lives of two noblemen, making an aggregate
sum of $7,500,000 paid on five lives. About
fifteen years ago the heirs of Sir Bi . i t Clif
ton received from the life insurance com
panies of Great Britain $1,250,000, that be
ing the amount of insurance he carried.
King Umberto of Italy is making efforts to
obtain insurance on his own life for $600,000.
The Italian insurance companies refused to
take the risk, and application was made to
English companies with no better success.
King Umberto has comparatively impover
ished himself by paying his father's debts.
Dom Pedro II, the emperor of Brazil, car
ries a large life insurance in foreign compa
nies. jNapoleon 111 had an insurance of
$600,000 on his life, and this was the chief re
liance of the Empress Eugenie after his
death. One English earl has his Hfa insured
for $1,000,030, partly in American compa
nies.
Biggest Newspaper 'Headquarters.
Cor. St Paul Pioneer Press.
The Tribune building is the greatest news
papers headquarters in the world. Not only
Tee Tribune, The Journal, and half a dozen
other paners, are printed there, but occupy
ing the rooms of the front building are repre
sentatives of the following papers, recording
them in order from the eighth floor, down
ward: Chicago Times, Pittsburg Telegraph,
Louisville Commercial, St Louis Republican,
Chicago tribune, Cincinnati Commercial Ga
zette, St Louis Globe-Democrat, Louisville
Courier-Journal, Peck's Sun, Omaha Bee,
Kansas City Journal, Washington Repub
lican, Denver News, Oregon News, Kellogg
lists (1,311) papers, New Orleans Times-Demo
crat, Philadelphia Press, Kansas City Times,
rsan i rancisco uuiietin, Ban Francisco Call,
Chicago Grazer and Baltimore American.
These newspapers fill up the best rooms in
the building.
Our Population.
Demorest's Monthly.
At no previous period in our history has
the population and wealth of our country
been increasing with so much rapidity. It i3
Believed that our actual population by the
closo of this year will Ikj fully 56,000,000.
Uur increase is over 2,0 JU.inXJ per annum.
The wagis of sin is dth but a 5 cent cigar
can give sin moren teu yards start and beet
it every clatter. . : :
DEHEUSTGEKS FOE BUffKO MEN.
How a Virginia Politician F.caped
iroin the Wiles ot Gotham Trick-
ters. i
New York Letter in Chicago News.1
Gen. V. D. Groner, of Norfolk, one of the
leauing Virginia Keadiusters. stonrinsr in the
city a few dajs, was approached by bunko
men on liroad way, but they failed to victim
ize him. VI had been to the office of one of
my acquaintances," said the general this
atternoon, "and after transacting some busi
ness started up town to my hoteL I had
walked but a few yards when I was tapped
lightly on the shoulder, and looking around I
saw an old and respectable-looking man who
extended his hand and said: 'Excuse me. sir.
but I think I know you. You are, I believe,
tne third engineer of the Pennsylvania rail
road V I looked at the old person a moment
in surprise, an 1 politely informed him that
he was mistaken. 'It's " curious, he said.
You bear such a close resemblance to the
gentleman I refer to that I would swear you
are none other. It's rarely I muke such a
mistake,' So saying, he again asked my par
don and turned away. Then, as if he had
forgotten something, he stopped and walk
up to me he added: 4 Since you look so much
like my friend, will you be kind j enough to
tell me your name? I am the engineer of the
Brooklyn bridge.'
I thought by this time that the stranger
was not exactly square, and to get rid of him
1 told him that my name was Tompkins and
that i owned a tobacco warehouse in Rich
mond. He then disappeared. As I walked
along I thought of the bunko game, and in
voluntarily awaited the pal of the old man.
As he did not make his appearance after I
had walked several blocks, I thought after
all that I. had misjudged the old man, and
the affair passed out of my mind. A few
minutes later I was stopped by a little Irish
man, who, grasping my hand, said: 'Why,
Tompkins, old boy, how do you do? What
brings you here, and how are things working
in the factory? You know I used to work for
you. I told him I was enjoying unusually
good health, considering the changeable con
dition of the weather, and that things were
booming m the warehouse at Richmond.
This seemed to please him greatly, and
then he wanted me to go into a little office
and do him the favor of identifying him, as
he had struck luck in a lottery, j 'Before we
go,' said I, 'let us take a drink.' I '(i-tainly.
Mr. Tompkins, certainly, with the greatest
of pleasure,' he replied, bis mouth watering
at the prospect of a free whisky. We en
tered a saloon. Before we drank, however, I
said: 'Be kind enough to put both your
hands on my hips behind. There you will
feel two of the prettiest little derringers that
ever a man carried, and remember, too, that
I am a dead shot' The fellow," continued
the general, "gave one look at me and one at
the bar, and then shot out of the door like a
flash. I don't take any bunko in mine."
Over Colorado Mountains.
Cor. Akron (O.) Beacon. !
From Leadville we started for Utah, first
making the ascent of the famous Marshall
pass. The train was drawn by two powerful
locomotives. The motion was so slow that
some of the passengers got off and i, walked
alongside the track. Up, up for two long
hours without pausing or once striking a
level The air became rare and frosty.
Snow was on the mountain sides close by,
but we did not strike a drift Again and
again the road doubled on itself. Sometimes
we went two or three miles to reach an alti
tude of a few hundred feet immediately over
stated starting point Snowsheds . were
numerous. At one point near the summit we
looked down and counted four distinct tracks
oh successive ledges, the bottom one looking
like two slender wires almost in parallel con
tact. The descent at last begun ; we carefully
retraced as many long loops as we had made
in the ascent, and presently pulled up in the
handsome depot in Gunnison, Colorado's
western metropolis. Now we began to realize
how large a state Colorado is. We had read
in the guide books that she could contain all
New England within her borders and still
find room to stow Indiana away. But to
ride three days and nights without once get
ting beyond her boundaries was an object
esson not to be escaped.
They Declared.
Wall Street News, j
Over in Chicago, the other day, an organi
zation which we will call "The Great Hum
boldt Rail and Water Line," had a! meeting
of the stockholders. When all were assem
bled the secretary reported a deficiency of
$180,000 for the year; also that the stock had
depreciated one-half, and the future pros
pects were extremely dark and dubious. In
deed, he argued that the company had bet
ter wind up and get out from under the best
it could.
"We owe $180,000, ehf queried one of the
stockholders. i
"Yes, sir." , !
"The income won't meet current ex
penses?"
"No, sir." I
"Fact is, we are as good as bankrupt?"
"That's it, sir. We can't run another
month."
"Then, sir," continued the speaker, "I move
that we declare a dividend of 23 ; per cent.
and begin to unload stock on the confiding
public!" j
A Woman's Joke. 1
Pall Mall Gazette. !
Mr. Oscar Wilde's American story, which
we noticed yesterday, was first introduced
to England, or at least to London, by Sir
Charles Bowen, at a great bar dinner about
this time last year. It was then given as
happening in a church, and the notice was,
Please do not shoot the organist; he does
his best" This remote American town,
which possessed at least one church and one
organist, and evidently a high standard of
taste in ecclesiastical service, was not im
probably the same which on another occa
sion boasted of three places of worship. Each
of these, as a rule, was crowded, till on one
Sunday morning, when the assembling wor
shipers found each church or chapel fast
locked and inaccessible? There was, for the
moment, no resource but to disperse. Later
n the day, however, the mystery was solved.
A yonug lady in the town had sent an
anonymous letter to each clergyman in the
following terms: "All is discovered; fly."
And they fled.
Some (ueer Xotlons.
Laramie Boomerang.
The old Jewish doctors entertained some
queer notions in regard to finger-nails. A
favorite theory was that before Adam's fall
the bodies of the first parents were perfectly
transparent, and that the nails are the ves
tige left of man's estate in the garden of
Eden. Instances have been observed of nails
growing on the stumps of amputated fingers,
and when the coffin containing the corpse of
the great Napoleon was opened long after his
death at St Helena, his toe-nails had grown
clear through his boots, and bis hair stuck
through the chinks of the coffin.
Down to Fine Point.1
Exchange, 1
"There are -souls in my church so small."
said Mr. Tannage to a reporter, "so infinitesi
mal, so mean, that fifty of them could dance
a achottische on the point of a cambric needle
without touching each other," "
DUTCH HAKE.
uis Coolness in Adversity anl Ilia
Remarkable Insight.
Albany Journal
"Dutch Hank," said a gambler of promi
nence in Albany to-day to a Journal reporter,
"was not only the best hand at poker who
. i . ...
ever anaea up in a big game, but he was
high-toned and straight You could shut
your eyes, if you were sitting in with him,
without running the risk; of being turned
over by crooked work. They tell me he piled
up a snug little fortune iof $200,000. I've
seen him with half that coin in his fist, for he
always traveled with a big boodle to back
his hand. 1 He'd discount an iceberg for cool
ness, he would. The little Dutchman would
drop $10,000 and $30,000 at a sitting without
winking his eye, and when dead broke would
get up with a story that would make
a horse laugh. It's a pretty frigid
rooster who will see $20,000 go into the
hole and never peep. - That was the stuff
Dutch Hank was made of. Square? A fairer
hand never cut for deal. But you couldn't
do him up on any racket that was ever in
vented. Nobody ever downed him on a cold
deck or a fancy shuffle. Once he ran afoul
of a sharper from Chicago, who had been
making himself a millionaire at the expense
of the best of us. Dutch Hank tackled him in
the Brower house, New York. That was his
hang out on his periodical voyages to the
metropolis. Well, the Chicagoan was slicker
than a wizard. Hank held cracking good
fists and didn't want for luck when he drew
to fill, but somehow or othrtf the chap from
Chicago raked in the pile in the finest style
oi tne art Dutcny only made a face or two
and took his gruel. He had dropped a couple
oi tnousanu. me Chicagoan whenever a
pot came his way coolly pulled it over, and
piling one bill on others held it down with
a little gold weight It was a pretty little
ornament, with a diamond in the top. The
game kept on, Hank being the loser at every
turn. ' ' i
"Finally, before opening his hand, he said:
'My frind, shust sposen you put dot shiner
there into your pocket Dot diamond he
hurts my eyes. I vos blind in von already
and can't see out of the odder.' Hank meant
that he wanted the diamond removed. The
Chicago gam remonstnated, but Hank in
sisted in his own good-natured way, saying
that he couldn't play until the shiner was put
out or sight He earned his point, of course.
From that point luck changed. Dutch Hank
quit the game the winner of nearly ten
thousand. The weight used by the Chicago
gambler was an ingenious reflector, so placed
that it revealed his opponent's hand. He read
the reflection with a magnifying glass,
which he used on the pretense of being near
sighted. Dutch Hank was the first man to
tumble to the trick on which the Chicagoan
had won three or four hundred thousand.''
"Was Dutch Hank known in Albany?" .
"Yes, t i some extent among the richer
gamblers. He never bothered with small fry.
in the old 1 weed days he used to come down
to give the legislators lessons in poker. He
took many big rolls out of their pockets. The
fraternity will be sorry to hear that he has
passed in his chips. He was as jolly as
Charley Backus, with whom he was good
friends, and on the stage Would have made
his fortune. He had a face as funny as a
mask."
A Bigamist in His Mind.
Texas Sittings.
"How does yer new wife take to city life?''
inquired Aunt Sukey of Gabe Sloshing. The
latter had quite recently married a negro girl
out in the country and brought her to the
city.
"I tells yer, Aunt Sukey, dat it am all a
piece ob foolishness, a delusion an' a snare,
dis brunging country female niggers inter a
big metropolis like Austin. It's shoah ter
done spile 'em. Dere's too many f rivilities
an' follies an' - f rippries f er dem to stan' it
Dey becomes jist too vain au' pcacocky for
any use, an' sling on mo' style deu a mule
kin draw. My two wives will be de ruin
ashun ob dis niggah." ;
"Your two wives, Gabe! What does yer
mean? Yer aint got no two wives, has
yer?"
"Dat'safac'. I 'spects ter be indicted fer
bigmany ef I desn't keep my eye peeled."
4 'How does yer make out dat yer's got two
wives?"
"Every night I goes home, I sees 'em." -"Sees
'em?"
"Yaas, one in de lookin' glass, an' one in
front obit"
Hfew York Xewspap rs.
Joe Howard in Boston Herald.
The Tribune under Horace Greeley did
well until he hatched his littlo presidential
B which proved a w as q and stung the good
old man to death: irj Reid, his successor,
had an uphill journey before him, and it was
many years before he reached the crest Tho
Times, a great property under Mr. Raymond,
changed its tack at his death, guided first
by one and then . by another incompetent
pilot, scraped its financial keel on the oyster
beds of impecuniosity. Fortunately the ring
frauds were brought to them in
the veiy moment of their cxtremect
periL The Times rendered itself and
the community a service which, . in its
pecuniary and general bearing, has had no
parallel in the history of modern journalism,
and from that time on until within a few
years past it flaunted the Gonfalon of pros
perity. Its rentals alone were not far from
$100,000 a year, and its unquestioned profits
were between f lou.uuu and $o50,(X)0 per an
num. The New York Herald, after the first
heroic struggle of its great and persevering
founder, had few financial trials, and at the
time of the death of Mr. Bennett, senior, its
reported profits were not less than $00,000 a
year. Under the management of its present
proprietor, its circulation has vastly increased,
its advertising patronage is the marvel of
modern journalism, and its reported profit
for the fiscal year ending Oct 1, 1883, is within
a fraction of $1,000,000.
Prehistoric Golden Fishhooks.
Tucson (Arizona) Citizen
E. J. Smith, the countv coroner, has foni
gold fishooks that he unearthed in the South
American placers. He was mining in a river
bed near the city of Call, in the state Cauca
United States of Columbia, in 1866. whan ha
pulled up a small tree by the roots and there
.i j i i , - . - -. - .
ui iuo buiju iay au eveu uuKer s aozen oi reg
ularly shaped gold fishhooks of the ordinary
size. They are not bent in the Limerick
fashion. Without doubt thev are thA worV
of prehistoric Indians, governed by the Incas.
v nen arr. omitn returned to Ban Francisco
he gave some away, lost others, and now hn
only four left He has been repeatedly asked
to put his price on these, but refnsA to ri,-
The other day he refused an offer of $20 for
one. is was sue a times as these that excited
the avarice of Pizarro and other vandals, who
tore down better governments than have ever
occupied tne same tern tory since. .
A Versatile Editor. '
New York Graphic
Washinc-tnn Radii hi iran has dTr.nti
O 1 ...-J a jv
tato peeler and engaged himself to be married
to a daughter of Assistant Postmaster Gen
eral Hatton. Few men are more versatile
thau the average Washington editor.
George W. Julian, of Indiana, is writ
political reminiscences ilso.
Extent ot the Mateh Trade.
"Mentor" in Chicago Herald.
"That match you are lighting your
eigrar.with is a very small tiling, isn't
it "r" said a passenger who had shared
my seat for a few miles. "A small
thinp;: hut vou wouldn't heliev-a that
the American people paid out $27,-
uuu.uuu lor matches last year, would
you It looks big, hut it is a fact.
Now, take a- pencil and fisrure it out.
Fifty millions of people in this country;
tney use on an average live matches
each per day; that is 250,000,000
matches daily, or 2.500.000 boxes of lOO
B . -
matches m a box, every day. Last
year these boxes retailed at an average
of 3 cents each, making $75,000 a day
for matches, or $27;375,000 a year.
And then to think that tliree-fourths of
all these matches were sutmlied bv one
company! If they didn't make $80,
000,000 clear profit out of it they didn't
maice a cent."
The harvpsfc dflvnf tho mt.tAh mnniw.
J - . . W A. V T
oly is now at an end. as thev no lono-
have a government revenue tax levied
ior uieir Deneht. J5ut thev still control
the trade, on account of their sunerior
manufactarinsr facilities, laree capital.
etc. They own thousands of ar-rea nf
timber land in Michigan, and their lum
ber is cut by their own men and shipped
on their own boats. And then thev have
contracted for nearly all the world's
supply of phosphorus, years ahead, and
tue new mannt icturers starting into the -
business lind ihemselves overmatched
in many wavs by the old monopoly,
whichcan still control the trade and
make a fair profit on . its investments.
iney control twenty-two factories, and
one of them has u capacity of 72,000,000
of matches daily.
The Growth of the Kails.
Manufacturer and Builder.
The nails are structures which are
very nearly like the epidermis and the
hair, composed of a hard horny matter -
arranged in the form of cells. They
are, indeed, only altered portions of tho
external or epidermal layer of the skin,'
and rest upon their nail beds in much
the same manner as the epidermis er
scarf skin lies on the true skin or
derma. We speak of the root and body
of the nail the root being that portion
toward the hand which is situated be
neath the skin, the body of all the rest '
of the nail. The matrix is the
bed upon which the nail rests and to
which it is firmly adherent. Nails grow
from the root just as do the hairs, and
only slide over their matrix or bed, so
that an injury to the matrix, such as
slivers beneath the nail.orrunarounds.
or even a bad bruise, need not cause
disfigured nail other , than of the
porto:i directly injured ; whereas injury
or disease of its root will generally '
cause a distorted and disfigured nail.
I have seen a bruise at the root, and in
one instance the sting of a bee over the '
root of tho nail, followed by an irregu
larly formed nail, which lasted for a
longtime. Thus, also, eczema attack
ing the hand may affect the ends of the
fingers, or even the sides at the ends,
and the nails remain perfect ; but when
it is located on the backs of the fingers,
and involves the roots of the nails, the
atter rarely if ever escape distortion
and mal-gro Alh,
A Xoted Hliier'. lie.nnlns.
Chicago Tribune.
Alboni, at the age of 19, one day "
amused herself by singing at the top of
her voice the arias she had heard some
then famous artists sing. She was all
alone in her parlor, and much enjoyed
wnat sne consiaerea ner extravagant
burlesques of operatic performances.
But Franz Liszt was somewhere within
earshot, and suddenly he burst into the
room with his face aglow. "Who was
that singing?" u I." "And who are
you?" "Marietta Alboni." "Well, then,
i raulem Marietta Alboni, do you know
liat you sing like a great prima donna?"
Thirty years later the two met again in
Rossini's salon, and Liszt reminded her
of the incident and of his comment upon
her singing, Avhich had been so signally
ustihed.
The ParaMlte of Malaria.
Scientific American.
The observations of M. Richard seem
to affirn those of Leverau; he found in
the red corpuscles of the blood of per
sons suffering from acute malaria a par
asite of oscillating form moving very
rapidly and sometimes ' ; disengaging '
itself from the globule. These para
sites have been met with in a ni Tiber '
sufficiently large to obstruct the capil-
ary vessels, and to explain many of
the symptoms of intermittent fevers. J.t
has also been proved that the culture
of these parasites in a fertile gelatine
basis can be brought to an immediate
cessation if a two per cent, quinine so-
ution is aided. .
. Those Who Accomplish Slo&C
New York Sun.
The men who accomplish the most
never seem in a hurry, no matter how
much they have to do. Everybody
must have observed that. They are
not troubled for lack of time, for they
make the most of the minutes by work
ing in a cool, clear, orderly, and
methodical fashioa; finishing each job
nmtiprl v nnrl Tint naiftnn()v!..M
orce on trifles or expending it in bustle.
They never co uplain of overwork. They
are more likely to .be hunting up new
work to do, in prder. to give their facul
ties more varied employment and to ex
ercise some wMcfr;ar&: not sufficiently
A Wonderful Veddijijr Cake.
Chicago Her&t zj.
An English bride! TMiaa- ltpHFl. ha
had a wonderful .wedJicgVcake. On
top, done in sncar; vas'a"renreswntA-
tion of the meeting of, Rebekah and
Abraham s servant at the well, the
grouping modeled' after Vernet's cele
brated picture. ;Thecakfi. was four
feet high and weigheel 227 pounds. The
cover or top lifted off so that the cake"
could be cut. ,v . . .
Blood In Her Efeii:
Chisago 2Tiw.i1?r,s. , .
A precocious Child, ha vina Broken
one of his Mother's cut-glass Tumbler,
was confronted by h.s Irat3 Parent, who
WrathfuHv , r ad : - ",Tn well you
Tremble, for 1 fca.u Blood in niv Eye."
Nay, be not Deceived, dear Mother,
said the Precocious child, "t's not tho
Blood in vour eve. but the Switch in
your Hand, that Makes me Tremble J"