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ROSEBURG, OREGON, SATURDAY, MAY 3, 1884. .
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PRACTICAL
Watctaatcr, Jeweler ani .Optician,
ALL WORK WARRANTED.
Iealer In Watches, Clocks, Jewelry,
Spectacles and Eyeglasses.
AND'1 TTJIX LIHK Or
Cigass, Tobacco & Fancy Goods.
Th only reliable Optomer in town for the proper adjust
ment of Spectacles ; always on &$ncL
Depot of the Genuine Brazilian Pebble Spec
tacles and Eyeglasses.
Office First Door South of PostoflBce,
ROSEBUSG. ORECiOX
LANGENBERG'S
Boot and Shoe Store
BOSEBlRti, OREOX,
On Jackson Street Opposite Che Tost Office,
Keeps on hand the largest and best assortment of
Eastern and San Francisco Boots and
J Shoes, Gaiters, Slippers,
And everything in the Boot and Shoe line, and
SELLS CHEAP FOR CASH.
Boots and Shoes Made to Order, and
Perfect Fit Guaranteed.
I use the Best of Leather and Warrant all
my work.
Repairing Neatly Done, on Short Notice.
I keep always on hand
TOYS AND NOTIONS.
Musical Instruments and Violin Strings
a specialty.
LOUIS LAE.BERG.
DR. M. W. DAVIS,
DENTIST,
ROSEBURG, OR EG OX,
Office On Jackson Street, Up Stairs,
Over S. Marks & Co.'s New Store.
HAHONEYS SALOON,
.Nearest the Railroad Depot Oakland.
JAN. MAIIOXEY, - - - Proprietor
The Finest "Wines, Liquors and Cigars in
Douglas County, and
THE BEST BILLIARD TABLE IN THE STATE,
kept in proper repair.
Parties traveling on the railroad will find this place
very handy to risit during the stopping of the train at
the Oakland Depot. Give me a call.
JAS. MAHONEY.
JOHN FRASER,
Home Made Furniture,
WILBUR, OREGOX.
UPHOLSTERY, SFBIN& MATTRESSES, ETC,
Constantly on hand.
FURNITURE. -
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South tf Portland.
And all of my own manufacture.
'o Two Prices to Customers.
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DEPOT HOTEL,
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This Hotel has been established for a num
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Hotel at the Depot of the Railroad.
H. C. STANTON,
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Keeps constantly on hand a general assortment of
Extra Fine Groceries,
WOOD, WILLOW AND GLASSWARE,
ALSO
CROCKERY AND CORDAGE,
A full stock of '
SCHOOL BOOKS,
Suoh as required by the Public County Schools.
All kinds of Stationery, Toys and
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HAt IIEXY Jt BEXO.
Portland. Oregon.
Lnriit.
riowell Citizen. 1
The Chicago Tribune has seen Irving
and , says that "his intellectuality is
luminous and w idely horizoned. uosh
Sounds like a description of one of the
red sunsets ! Henry will send home a
copy of that paper.
Peculiar.
A great miuy people hive a very' peculiar
kind of religion, it resemoies tae portrait
which the voune eirl wantei to have painted,
whic?i was tj be a perfect likeness of her
lover, but not recognizable to any one else.
DISCONTENT.
Lillian Maud in Atlanta Constitution.
I said in the tender spring time
When the flowers had bloomed awhile,
I am weary of this wild beauty,
And I long for summer's smile;
The glorious, passionate summer
All glowing with fervent heat.
When the winds come up from the southland.
And the days are long and sweet
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The summer slept on the hill tops,
The south wind wailed and sighed,
The robin's song grew drowsy,
While the roses bloomed and died;
Twas then 1 thought of the autumn,
And I longed for the thoughtful days,
When the trees should don their purple,
And the hill tops hide in haze.
i
Then autumn came in her grandeur;
The grass grew old and brown.
And splendor lay in the forest,
And the leaves came drifting down;
Twas then I longed, for the winter,
The winter cola and pale,
And my restless heart grew weary, t
And the autumn's charms were stale.
And now in the heart of winter, . . , -,
I sigh for the spring again,
And I think in w ild impatience
Of the flowers on hill and plain;
And yet, ere tha spring has vanished,
My heart will tire, I know,
While the jewel, Content, I seek for,
Will never be mine below.
SIGHTS IN HONG KONG.
Frightful Dissipation of the British
Nailore Xever-Ceasintc Revelry.
Cor. New Orleans Times-Democrat
One of the first things I noticed upon
anding in Hong Kong was the dissi
pation which is always going on. At
first I thought some celebration must be
in progress, but upon making inquiries
I was assured that this was not the
case. !
"It is always so," said an American
citizen. "Every day a certain number
of sailors are allowed to come on shore,
and they avail themselves fully of this
privilege. As there are some two
thousand of these sailors at present on
board of the men-of-war in Hong Kong
harbor, this city is quite lively most of
the time. It is the men aboard these
war-ships who get the wildest, for the
enforced idleness of their life breeds
recklessness when they " once get
ashore."
These sailors are beardless young f el-
m . V 1 111 1
ows ior tne most pare, ana tnougn
they have a swaggering and tyrannical
mien, I should not think that they
would impress the Chinese as very
brmidable. j Walking about the streets
ast evening in company with a citizen
I saw literally hundreds of these sailors,
crowding the saloons so thick that you
could not see the counter. Outside
the saloon the street would be packed
with rickishas, for a sailor gravitates
toward a rickisha the first thing upon
coming ashore. He does not have to
gravitate far, for the Chinese runners
almost attempt the perilous feat of
walking on the water in their eagerness
to meet the sailors half way.
Soon after landing the sailors gravi
tate toward a saloon, and, numbers
breeding reckless jollity, it is not long
before they cease to be free moral
agents. Then they curse and beat their
rickisha men, and ride abont with
scarcely any cognizance of whither they
are being carried. As 1 have already
intimated,,! am implacably opposed to
the Chinese : yet my indignation was
kindled in their behalf at first when I
witnessed the brutality with which they
are treated by these sailors. But my
commiseration was all dissipated when
my friend said :
'Don't pity them. John Chinaman
is under now, but he will be on top
pretty soon. Wait till the sailors get
stupidlv drunk, and they will be ig-
nomiously dumped out by the wayside,
while these long suffering heathen
Chinese' will proceed complacently to
go through i their pockets. Don't mis
place your pity."
Don t the H-ngiish make any effort
to check this evil ?"
"O no, it is so common they don't
care to mteriere. once in a wnue,
when a man gets to mashing things too
generally and endangering people's
lives, he will be locked up until he gets
sober. But so long as they only injure
themselves, no matter if they do break
the peace, nothing is done about it."
I notice that very frequently, almost
always, the sailors will give the order,
"Go to the temperanoe hall," when
they are well under "the influence,"
and there sleep off their booze. By
the way, curious though the statement
may seem, the manager of the Hong
Kong institution is getting to be a con
firmed soti He has been inebriated
now for a full week. The moral senti
ment that will tolerate sach a thing
puzzles me.
Despite all the abuses to which they
are subjected, however, these temper
ance halls of the Orient are institu
tions, and really do a great deal of
good. They may be found in Shanghai,
Hong Kong, Singapore, Madras, Bom
bay, Calcutta, Yokohama, Kobe, and,
for aught I ; know, in all the cities of
the far eastj For $1.25 a day sailors
and travelers who want to economize
are entertained in first-class style, and
at the end of the year the citizens make
op the deficit in the running expenses.
Oueen of the Co term on sen.
Chicago Herald.
An old woman named Bobinson, well
known as the queen of Costermongers
all over London, was buried there the
other day. She had been for years a
vender of cat's meat, and made a fortune
in small usury. , By direction of her
will, her remains were borne Dy lour
men wearing white smocks, followed by
twenty-four young 'women, wearing
violet dresses, Paisley shawls, hats with
white feathers and white aprons. The
corpse was shrouded in white satin, with a
handsome wreath round the head. Free
drinks and pipes were served at public
houses named. There was an immense
attendance, including numbers of pony
carts and donkey barrows crowded with
costermongers.
Floors of tiiass.
Chicago Tribune.
in the stores of Paris glass is taking
the place of wood for flooring. It costs
more than wood, but it lasts longer,
and, besides being easily kept clean,
allows enough lisht to be transmitted
through its roughened surface for the
employes to work by in the floor be
neath. The glass is cast in squares and
set m strong iron framea.
THE WITCH'S RING.
"P. R. H." In San Francisco Argonaut
A very curious, straggling, sleepy old vil
lage is Adlingtune. Half a century behind
the rest of the world, it still sits bet ween the
green hills of an eastern state, with its elbows
on its knees and its chin in its hands, musing
on bygone days, when old King George
held the land under hi3" sway, and when, as
its old folk sagely remark, things were not
as they are now. There are a great many
old people in Adlingtnne in fact very few
die young there. The atmosphere is so dreamy
and peaceful that excitement cannot exist,
and the wear and tear of the busy world is
unknown, or at most only horns faintly over
the hills, like the buzzing of a fly on a sunny
pane on a summer day. And so they still sit
In their chimney corners from year to year
and muse, and doze, and dream until they
dream their lives away and take their final
sleep. It was to an old crone of this descrip
tion that I was indebted for my adventure.
In the course of my idle ramblings , about
the village I chanced one day to peer over a
crumbling wall and discovered an old, dis
used burial-ground. The brown slabs were
broken, prostrate and scattered, with only
here and there a forlorn, unsteady stone
standing wearily, and waiting for the time
to come when it, too, might fall down and
rest with the sleepers beneath. Scrambling
over the low wall, I stooped about among
the grass, pushing away the tangled masses
of vines and leaves from the faces of slabs
that I might read the inscriptions there. But
the suns and storms of over one hundred
years had obliterated nearly all the letters, so
that only portions of names and dates re
mained. Finally, down in a deep corner of
the inclosure, where the weeds grew densest
and the shade was darkest, I found an old
stone which, leaning forward, had protected
its face from the storms, and on this stone I
it ad the words:
BARBARA CONWAIL.
BORN 1670, DIED 1730. AGE, 60 TEARS. HAV
ING BEEN LAWFULLY EXECUTED FOR THE
PRACTICE OF WITCHCRAFT.
My curiosity was at once aroused. I in
quired of several persons as to the history of
this woman, but without success for a time.
Finally, however, I found an old woman, who
told me the history of Barbara Con wail, as
it had been handed down by her ancestors:
Living in an old stone bouse at the edge of
the village, she was rarely seen for no one
ever crossed her threshold save when she
was occasionally met by a frightened party
of children idling away a summer afternoon's
holiday in the woods, when she would scowl
and pass away, stooping along over the fields,
gathering herbs with which to brew her
mighty potions. No one ever interfered with
her, however, until a sad year came to Ad
lingtune.
An epidemio broke out and raged with a
fury that nothing could withstand. People
began to mutter that Barbara the witch was
the cause of it. Passing along the road she
was stoned by a party of boys, to whom she
turned, and, shaking her bony hand, shrieked
that the curse was upon them.
Two of the lads sickened and died in a few
days, and though scores were carried away
in a like manner, an especial import, was at
tacbed to their death Barbara began to be
watched. They looked through her windows
a t midnight and found her bending over a
seething cauldron, throwing in herbs, mut
tering cabalistic words, and stirring the
mixture with what they reported to be a
human bone. Old Barbara was working her
charms.
So when one mornmg a man came into
town, bruised and covered with mud, and
testified that as he rode past old Barbara's
house at 12 o'clock the night before, he saw
the arch fiend and the witch in conversation
upon the house top, surrounded by names
and laughing ; fiendishly in the lurid glare as
they shook their fists at the plague-stricken
village sleeping below, his tale found ready
credence. The fact that he was an habitual
drunkard, and had on more than one occa
sion rolled from his house in a drunken
stupor and passed the night in a ditch, dream
ing wild dreams, did not in the least detract
from the belief of the villagers in his ac
count of this scene; and when he related how
this pair of demons had pounced upon him,
and had first tortured and then thrown him
senseless into a ditch, their indignation be
came uncontrollable.
Old Barbara was tried, condemned and
Hanged, thougn sne protested in her in
nocence to the last. The little sum of money
found in her possession was used to buy that
gravestone as no one would dare appro
priate it and to this day if any one were
bold enough to go to her grave at midnight
on the same day of the year on whicU she
was hanged and say, "Barbara, I believe you
were innocent," at the same time stretching
out his hand over the grave, she would ap
pear to him and place in his hand a talisman.
This talisman would bring good fortune as
long as he retained it, but at some time in his
life the witch would return to him and claim
her own. .
The old woman ended her story in a low,
impressive monotone, which, wifh her
earnestness and sincere belief in what she said
almost carried conviction to me in spite of
reason. As i I sauntered away, ridiculing
these ignorant and superstitious village folk,
I found myself almost unconsciously wan
dering back through the old burial ground to
the witch's grave. Carelessly glancing at
the inscription, I was surprised to find that
very day was the 150th anniversary of her
death, and still more surprised when the
thought occurred to me of watching at her
grave that night. I ridiculed and scoffed
the idea. Where was my boasted common
sense and incredulity? But, still returning
ever, came that wayward thing called fancy
and it conquered.
The world was wild and weird that night,
when I stole forth from the village. The
wind was moaning through the trees and sob
bing piteously; the black clouds were driven
in broken patches across the sky, now letting
down the moonshine, and again shrouding all
in blackest night, and making the shadows
chase each other about and steal around cor
ners upon one in a manner that made me
wince in spite of myself. Climbing the low
stone wall rather nervously, I confess I
stole away through the old, down-trodden
graves, pushing through the weeds and briars
as silently as possible, and making my way
towards that dark, dreary corner where the
old witch reposed. A graveyard at noon is a
very different spot from a graveyard at mid
night, especially if one is there to seek an in
terview with a spirit.
I reached the place and stood by the tomb,
It still lacked a few minutes of 12. and as I
stool there watching the moonlight flittinj
over the graves I longed for a little ray to
creep in with me. But no approaching and
receding and wavering all about me, it never
touched this grave, but fled away as often as
it approached, as though frightened at the
black shadow forever lurking there.
By and by the village clock tolled 12. As
the slow, tremulous tones stole out on the
night the wind ceased moaning, the clouds
covered the face of the moon, the insects
stopped chirping, and when tha last stroke
was finished the almost unbearable silence
was broken only by my own breathing, which
I t4rove in vain to suppress. The darkness
was intense and I could see nothing. A ter
rible feeling of guilt and terror seized me,
that L mortal, should be intruding there at
such an hour. Mechanically I strove to speak
the words I had been told,'tut my lips re
fused to form a sound. .' I
Still I stood in that awful black silence.
chilled with fear, until with a mighty effort I
reached out my aim over the grave and
grasped a hand.
It was only for an instant not that, lor it
was jerked away la a twmKiing out long
enough to feel how warm and velvety it was
and how small. " Wot that I lingered there to
reflect upon these novel qualities in the hand
of a ghost, and an old witch at that, for you
altogether mistake my bravery m supposing
it; but it was after I had cleared the old wall
at a bound and was out on the moonlit road,
walking at a rattling good pace toward town,
that I recalled it.
From a slat) of intense cold I had changed
to burning heat The touch of those soft
fingers thruled me through as with
an electric shock, and I walked
faster still in my excitement Gradually
the consciousness forced "itself upon
me that I held something- in j my clenched
handa There was first a glitter and then a
sparkle, as the moon fell on t&'oHow f my
upraised nana, and l saw tnere a guttering
ring set with flashing stones. The icicles
began slipping down my back again, and I
hurried on.
Some persons may be inclined to deride
my nervousness on this occasion, but I assure
such that I am not naturally a timid man. I
have a medal hanging in my room at home
which asserts that I am not a timid man,
and above all, I had always been particularly
void of superstitious fear; but truth compels
me to say that I not only lighted all the
lights on reaching my room at tLe little inn
that night, but turned them very high into
the bargain; and that I made a systematic
inspection of all the closets and removed
from its peg a long cloak that was hauging
in a very suggestive position on the wait
This done, I sat down with my back against
the wall and examined the ring.
It was a quaint old ring, curiously carved
and massive. The setting was compos k! of
several small colored stones set hi a circle
about a large diamond. My financial circum
stances had rendered it unnece sary for me to
acquaint myself with precious stones and
their values, so that I could only surmi-ie that
the ring was somewhat valuable. Consider
ing the excited condition of my nerves br this
time, it was not strange that I should stan
when my eye fell upon the name that was
inscribed in quaint letters inside the ring
"Barbara."
I sat and mused upon the whole adventure;
what the crone had told me thj graveyard,
the ring and (this was returned to me the
of tenest) the thriLing touch of that soft hand
n the darkness.
Perhaps 1 should say right here t.;at I
called myself an old bachelor, and had never
been in love that is; with any mortal. I did
not think that I was devoid of sentiment or
feeling, for I often dreamed of love, and
worshiped beautiful things of my own
fancy, but my h'fe had been thrown among
boys and men, and woman was far away and
a mystery. A motherless home, a stern
father, a hard working student's life at col
lege, a stranger struggling for bread and
reputation in a large city one can perceive
how it could be that I made few acquaint
ances among women. In reality I was only
25, but much experience and a busy life had
made me feel older; so, as I said, I called
myself an old bachelor.
I have given this brief histo y of myself in
order to prepare the way for r not er conf es
sion. I was fadmz in love with th owner of
that soft, warm hand. It is preposterous,
but it i3 true. I began to doubt my reason.
In vain I tried to remember that Barbara,
the witch, was an old, ugly woman. The
only picture that I could call up was that of
a beautiful young girl with but words fail
me; only she was far from ghastly, but was
as warm and substantial and full of life as
that hand had seemed to bx
The fire-irons fell with an unearthly cJatter
and startled me out of my dreams. I went
to bed to soothe my nerves w ith sleep, an 1
lay awake most of the night with the lamps
burning.
Fortune smiled upon me from that night.
Two years of busy city life had passed, and
old Barbara's talisman was still unreclaimed,
when one day do yon believe in love at first
sight? Well, if -the first appearance of Wal
ter Wyman's sister had not conquered me as
she stood under the parlor lamps, a revela
tion of beauty and youth, the touch of her
hand when she welcomed hen brother's
friend would have enslaved me j forever,
Never had a 'ouch so thrilled me since since
I held the witch's hand in the graveyard
The same peculiar shock passed through mb.
and the memory of that spectral night came
over me like a flash. j
But I did not start out to tell a love story.
Let me briefly say that I fell in love, hope
lessly and ridiculously in love, and that I
acted just like ail lovers have done since the
world began. It doesn't matter much about
a mau's age. At 27 he will conduct himself
pretty much as he would have done at 17,
and so I wrote verses and sighed, and tor
mented myself with a thousand hopes and
fears, and grew hot and cold by turns, and
wonderfully timid,, and prided myself upon
concealing it all, when, as a matter of fact,
the state of my feelings was perfectly ap
parent to all my acquaintances.
Matters were in this interesting state, when
one day an opportunity occurred of which I
availed f myself with a degree of j skill and
presence of mind that I am proud of to this
day. It all came about through my asking
the young lady if she believed in ghosts.
"I suppose I should," said she, laughing,
"considering my experience. j
JUeave a woman alone to mate an evasive
answer. Of course, I implored an explana
tion and she related to me the following
story:
"It was about two years ago when a party
of girls, just home from school, were visiting
a friend down in the country. One of tha
girls had heard a foolish old story about a
witch's grave, and some nonsense about her
annual appearance, and a talisman, and when
I expressed my incredulity, they braved me
to put it to the test What is the matter!
The place? A little town called A'Uingtune.
"Foolishly I accepted their challenge and
received a terrible fright 1 carried out the
instructions and stretched my arm over the
grave. It was so dark I could see nothing,
but some one seized my hand. I was so be
numbed with fear that I coul not cry out,
but could only fly through the lonely grave
yard to where my trembling companions were
awaiting me in the field It was a foolish ad
venture, for I fell ill, and it cost me a valu
able ring, which was left to me by poor Aunt
Barbara. 'For her little namesake,' she said
when she sent it across the sea to me. You
see, the ring was a little large formy finger
and was pulled off by by"
"By me," I interrupted, taking the lot ring
from my pocket
It was time for Barbara (I forgot to say
that was her name), to be startled now. I
hope I may say that 1 came out strong on
that occasion. I told my story in a very im
pressive way, lingered over the effect of the
witch's hand on my heart, spoke of the zood
fortune the talisman had brought me, made a
very pretty allusion to Jiarbara the witc.i re
claiming her own for she was ; a witch,
after au, as I could testify, having felt her
charms and finally not only offered to re
turn the ring, but to give myself into the
bargain.
She took both. -
BRAIN OVERWORK.
Using; Up and Iilvln on Brain Capi
tal Means Brain Bankruptcy.
Dr. W. A. Hammond in Youth's Com
panion. Not long ago a gentleman in a state
of great excitement came into my con
sulting room. His face was flushed,
bis eyes staring wildly, his speech was
jerky, and so indistinct that I could
with difficulty understand him. 1
begged him to be stated, but he strode
several times up and down the floor
before he could sufficiently command
himself to sit down and tell me coher
ently the object of his visit.
"Doctor," he said, at last, "for God's
sake put me to sleep. I have not closed
my eyes in sleep for five nights, and if
I have to pass another night like the
last I shall go mad. Night after night
I have gone to bed weary and, oh, bo
sleepy ! but the moment my head
touches the pillow I am wide awake,
and all night long my mind is just as
active as in the day. When 1 get up
in the morning, my head is aching, my
thoughts confused, and I am utterly
unfit to go to my business. Is ow, if 1
could get one night's sound sleep, I
could make $100,000 before the week is
out. Can you give it to me ?
"Yes, upon one condition."
"Oh, IH do anything you want. Fm
not afraid of medicine. You see," he
went on in an excited manner, "I've got
hold of a good thing. I've followed it
up and have almost settled the whole
matter, but my mind is in such a state
from want of sleep, that I can't work
it as I used to. Why, I can't even add
up a column of figures correctly."
ion do a great deal of brain work,
I suppose ?"
"I here isnt a man in Wall street
that can beat me when I'm at my best"
"How long have you suffered from
want of sleep ?"
Well, as 1 have said, for five
nights I have not slept a wink,
but then I have had more or less head
ache and wakefulness for a year or
more."
"Anything else?"
"Nothinor. excent dvsDeDsia and pal
pitation of the heart, but I don't mind
them. I want my head set right, and
I want sleep."
And you are perfectly willing to do
exactly as I advise ?"
"Good heavens! Ill do anythmg to
get right again."
I examined him, and wrote him a pre
scription.
"But this is not all, I said, as he
folded up the paper and was about
leaving the room, not bv any means
the most important part of your- treat
ment. You have a sore brain, and it
is no more sensible to overwork a sore
brain than it is to walk too much on a
sore foot. You must go away, and at
once. Get out of the city to the moun
tains, where letters and telegrams will
not reach vou ; take a gun or a fishing-
rod with you, and stay away a month.
' Ihis is simply impossible he ex
claimed. "If I did that, I should not
make my $100,000. I am willing to
take your medicine, but as to breaking
off in the abrupt way you speak of, it
is out of the question.
Now, my fr.end, I said, speaking
slowly and deliberately, so that he
should understand and appreciate every
word, I thought just now Chat you
were a sensible man ; I find, however,
that you are the very reverse. It is,
perhaps, none of my business to argue
the matter with yoa. You came for my
advice, and you have got it. But I feel
compelled to tell you not only for your
own sake, but that of your wife and
children, that if you keep on in your
present course, you will be in a lunatic
asylum before the week is out.
"You surelv don t mean that! '
"I mean every word of it Your
brain is now in a state of extreme con
gestion. You are using it up faster
than you make it. You are living on
your brain-capkal in stead , of your in
come, and as a financial man, you know
that means brain-bankruptcy some time
or other. Night and day you are con
suming your mental forces. 1 on can
not sleep because your brain blood
vessels are gorged with blood, and
hence there is no chance for rest and
recuperation. It is a mere question of
time, and a short time at that I do
not think you can stand it a week
longer, for you are on the verge of an
attack of acute mania. You profess to
have common sense. Suppose you were
a surgeon and a man came to you with
a burnt hand you gave him a salve to
put on it, and straightway the man
plunged his hand into the fire again
Would you expect the " salve to do him
any good ? ; If you have quite made up
your mind the little that is yet left to
you to keep on in the attempt to sue
ceed in your speculation, straining
your mind to its utmost and depriving
yourself of sleep, I tell you frankly to
save yourself the annoyance of taking
the medicine prescribed, for it will do
you no good.
He then looked at me stolidly for a
moment, then started to his feet, ram
med his hands deep into his trousers'
pockets, and paced the floor rapidly for
a couple of minutes. I ll go,
claimed at last, "if it makes a
beggar
of me I" and without another word he
left the house.
He did go, remained about a month
in the Adirondacks, and returned
wiser and bettfir man. Ha slant every
night after leaving the city, and though
he did not make the particular $1U0,
000 for which he was struggling, he
has made many more since by using his
brain properly and giving it its proper
periods of relaxation and repose.
J-'iffH an t iitueerm
Chicago Herald.1
Moscheles relates a droll blunder he
made when at dinner in London. "To
day I was asked at dessert what fruit
I would have of those on the table
"Some sneers, 1 replied, lhe com
pany were at first surprised, and then
burst into laughter, perceiving the pro
cess by which I had arrived at the ex
pression. I, who at that time had to
construct my English out of guide
books and dictionaries, had found that
not to care a fig' meant 'to sneer at a
ferson.' So when I wanted some figs
thought figs and sneers were synony
mous. .. --
A grain of strychnine will embitter
600,000 grains of water.
Hauling la Flotsam.
Cor. Chicago Times.
While the high waters are raging, and
while so much is afloat, there is a class
of people which makes , its living bv
hauling ashore whatever may be found
that is valuable and what may properly
be called flotsam, i irst m unport-
acce, of course, comes driftwood, and
he amount seems endless : next comes
barrels, filled and empty; then boxes,
planks, bales, goods of all kinds, and
sometimes houses. The man in his
skiff makes a rope fast to any piece of
property he may discover, and pulling on
his oars with ail his might, soon has his
prize landed. I have noticed that there
is generally but one man in these boats,
possibly because he does not wish to
have any question about the right of
property. I asked one of these men if
his pursuit was renummerative.
"O yes, said he, "sometimes we get
away with a good deal of swag, espe
cially in times of high water."
"Is what you find yours r
"Sometimes there is a question about
it, and if the rightful owner comes I
give it to him, he paying for my trouble,
but generally what I find is without an
owner, and 1 keep it as a matter of
course."
" Yon get hold of queer articles some
times.
"You bet I do. One time I took in a
barrel that was floating along as inno
cent as could be. and after knocking
out the head found a dead body in it I
eft that barrel severely alone, and
went out to find something else."
"What pays best?"
"Boxes, by all means. I tell vou it
makes a man's eyes bulge out of his
head to see the fat takes we rake out
and the fine things we handle. The
water rusts the metals a Kood deal, but
still things themselves are worth a good
deal of money."
"Do you have any trouble about dis
posing of your things?"
.Not the least, lou see all men lova
mo-aey, and if they can get what they
want cheap they don t care if it is a
little off color. They pay for their
things and take them away, and that is
all there is about it. They don't stand
ong about it either: it is different from
standing behind a counter and making
bargain. The wind cuts here like a
knife, and a man's feet get wet, and he
soon clinches his purchase and carries
it away."
In this way the waterman went on
telling the secrets of his calling, and
feeling an honest pride in saving many
articles from the greed of the great
river.
Pern's Railroad Kins.
Inter Ocean.
There is rather a good story told of
Henry Meiggs, the railroad king of
Peru. He ordered a magnificent set of
silverware lrom Tiffany's. One day a
young man, son of- wealthy parents
living at Long Island, entered. Tiffany's
to buy his mother a present, and was
shown Meiggs' order. 'Returning home
he described it to his parents, and ex
pressed a regret that he had not been
able to duplicate the order for them.
You could," said his father, "if Meiggs
would pay me what ho owes me. He
then told how in 1832 he had brought a
quantity of lumber down the Hudson
for Meiggs, and been paid in notes for
$7,500 on which he had never got any
thing. -
unKnown to tne iatner the son se
cured the notes, wrote a letter to
Meiggs on the basis of the old friend
ship between his - father and Meiggs,
and sent them to Peru through a bank
ing firm. In quick response there came
from the contractor an affectionate let
ter inclosing a draft for $15,000, prin
cipal and interest. This event was cel
ebrated by the purchase of a silver ser
vice laencicai witn tne one mat led up
to the payment, and Meiggs was noti
fled of the use made of his money. He
thereupon wished to reimburse his old
friend for the present, but that was de
clined. The old friendship has been re
sumed, however, and a new one estab
lished between the sons.
The Xerro's War.
Arkansaw Traveler.
Two old negroes become acquainted
in a way that shames formality. Meet
ing for the first time, they look at each
other. Then one remarks so the other
can hear him :
"Doan' belebe I knows dat man, but
his face is mighty 'miliar.
Then the other one says: . "Seed dat
man somewhar, but I kam't place him.
Howdy do, generman ?
"Porely, how is it wid yesse'f ?"
"Porelyr thank yer. Whar doe3 yer
IlDY
"On de Pryor place. Whar does
yerse'f 'zide?"
"On de Avery place. How's all yer
xoiKsir
"Porely, thank yer, how's all wid
yesse'f?"
"Porely, 'bleeged ter yer."
After this they are old acquaintances,
and never fail to greet each other as
friends. '
Remarkable Experiment.
Medical Journal.
Mons. Ogata, a French physiologist,
has made some remarkable experiments.
showing that the process of digestion
may be quite satisfactorily accomplished
in animais witnout tne aid ot the stom
ach. Nearly the whole of the stomach
was removed from a dog, the free edges
of the alimentary tube being then sewed
toceiher. The dog completely recov
cred from the operation, und remained
in perfect health, with good digestive
powers, until killed six years afterward.
In other experiments upon dogs it was
found that albuminous substances were
as speedily and completely digested by
the fluid of the intestine below the
stomach as by the secretions of both
stomach and intestine together, bu
other fools were less readily digested
n u.e inie line.
The Japanese Way.
According to Japanese custom age is
counted from the hrst day of the Janu
ary succeeding birth. At that date
child is 1 year old, whether born the
previous January, at midsummer,
on the 31st of December.
or
The boss orator, a tramp who
makes speeches on any subject for
dime each, is on a tour through Texan
towna.
CHINESE DUDES.
A Glanee Into and Around the Gam-
bllas Dena In Mott Street.
. Now York Times.
"Do you know," said Mr. Ah Wung,
ate editor of The Chinese American to
a reporter, "that there are at present in
New York, and all within one block in
Chinatown, just about 300 of the most
civilized Chinamen on earth, who ac
complish more work than their Ameri
can brethren would give them credit
for. They are gentlemen of leisure,
seemingly, but they are making money,
and enjoy life better than any of the
hard-wosking Chinamen who day
and night swing their polishing
irons ail over the city, ims class is
called by the Chinese Kwong Queens,
or Long Sticks, because they
own nothing and yet possess wealth.
They may be found by the scores in
Chmatown every day, either smoking
opium or chatting in any of the grocery
stores or various shops. They pay ex-v
orbitant prices to the store- keepers for
the 'privilege of lodging and occasion
ally eating among them, and thus pass
themselves off on strangers as attaches
of the place. These gentlemen never
retire until 2 or 3 o'clock in the morn
ing, and they rise at about the same
hour in the afternoon. They live and
dress in the prevailing Chinese style.
"About twenty or thirty of these
Chinese dudes are gamblers, and each
owns a small American safe, and in
hese are tens of thousands of dollars
in ready money. These are the men
who run the Fan Ton shops, or gam
bling houses, of Mott street. The at
taches of these twenty to thirty Fan
Ton bosses, or gamblers, constitute the
main portion of the Chinese dudes.
They are generally shrewd, smart men,
who consider manual labor of any kind
a degradation and a sin. They do not
live quite so luxuriously as the Fa Ton
bosses, but still their clothes are im
ported from Canton, and they eat good
food. These attaches are divided into
four classes Do Shos,' Nid Wens,'
'Han Tons' and Ton Sans.'
"The Do Shos play openly and di
rectly against the bank, and they are
generally gamblers from China, of ex
perience and skill. Many of them
come hepe from China with only a few
hundred dollars and go back again in a
few months with thousands. Notwith
standing that they are opposed to the
Fan Ton men, these latter repose the
utmost confidence in them in regard to
money matters. l have frequently
known a Do Sho to run short of cash
while gaming at the table, and havo seen
the dealer take his word for amounts as
high as $1,000. When he wins he
either pays back on the spot or sends it
to the dealer by - a servant the next
day. The Nid Wens, or loafers, are
generaHy habitual opium smokers, who
gamble Only when they can get hold
of a little money, and are generally
broke about 300 days in the year. The
Han Tons are 'steerers, who stand
outside of the Fan Ton dens every
afternoon and evening, calling to the
Chinesepasser-by : 'Tan la fa chi laP
or 'The Fan Ton within ! Go and make
vour fortune!' Thevars naid bv tha
Fan Ton bosses about $5 per week.
with a percentage on all the -"suckers'
they seduce inside, and. occasionally a
winner gives him a dollar or two. The
Ton San, interpreted into English
means a 'pull coat-tail fellow. These
are the hangers-on, who look like Pekin
beggars. They can be seen at all hours
crouching against the gaming table.
They watch the game closely, and are
invariably the first to kno-"- which way
the game goes and to announce the
winners. They also play for beginners
and those who are green in the busi
ness, and the 'pull coat-tail fellow' gets
a small commission when his client
wins. There .you have the two or three
hundred Chinese dudes or gentlemen
of leisure accounted for."
"But where does the money come
from that keeps the bank running
profitably and allows the Do Sho to
take thousands of dollars back to
China?"
"From the stupid green laundrymen
and the 200 or 300 Chinese sailors and
cigar-makers. Many of them make
handsome salaries and large profits an
nually and then lose all their winnings
m the Fan Ton shops. Any one who
doesn't believe me can see for himself."
Society Xomenclatnre.
New York Cor. Chicago Tribune.
Society nomenclature is undergoing
a change. There are no longer any
"parties ;" nobody has given a "party"
these twenty years. In fact, "balls" are
becoming fewer and fewer, and soon, I
fear, will vanish altogether.
A young lady ot Madison avenue said
to me the other day : "Just think of
it? Only two private balls this
winter !"
"What do you mean?" I asked,
enumerating a half-dozen on my
fingers.
"Oh, dear no!" she interrupted.
"Mrs. Aster's and Mrs. Marshall O.
JRoberts' entertainments were not balls."
"Not balls?" I persisted; "a thousand
or two people dancing like mad till
morning and it isn't a ball?"
"Certainly not," she repeated, calmly.
"Those were merely receptions, with
dancing."
; "What is a ball, if you please?" I in
quired, meekly.
: "A ball," said she, "is an evening
party where the german and round
dances occupy the whole evening;."
So you see there are hardly any balls
nowadays.
Blood Cure for Gunshot Wounds.
According to The Australasian Medi
cal Gazette, pious New Zealanders do
not fail to pray earnestly' to their gods
for recovery after they have received
gunshot wounds, but this does not pre
vent their using their own sciantific
methods of cure, which consists, in
these cases, of drinking hot dog's blood.
Professional observers say that the
percentage of cares effected by native
doctors is very large, and is attributed
to the abstemious habits of the people.
A Suggestion.
Norristown Jlerald.
While scattering ft few crumbs for
the sparrows this severe weather don't
forget to throw out a lot of old tomato
cans, barrel-hoops and cast-off shjes for
the poor goat, which has as much right
to live as the imported feathered biped.