THE INDEPENDENT
HAS THE
FINEST JOB OFFICE
IN DOUGLAS COUNTY.
CARDS, BILL HEADS, LEGAL BLANKS.
One Year -Six
Months -Three
Months
$2 50
1 50
1 00
And other Printing, including
Large and. HeaTj Posters and Slew Hani-Bills,
These are the terms of those paying hi advance. The
Independent offers fine inducements to advertisers.
Terms reasonable.
Neatly and expeditiously executed
AT PORTLAND PRICES.
VOLi IX.
ROSEBTJRG, OREGON, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 22, 1884.
NO. 33.
THE INDEPENDENT,
IS ISSUED
SATURDAY MORNINGS,
BY THE
Douglas County Publishing Company.
J. JASKULEK,
PRACTICAL
Watcliater. Jeweler and Optician,
, ALL WORK WARRANTED.
Dealer In Watches, Clocks, Jewelry,
Spectacles and Eyeglasses.
AND A FULL LINK OF
Cigais, Tobacco & Fancy Goods.
Th only reliable Optomer m town for the proper adjust
ment of spectacles ; always on nana.
Depot of the Genuine Brazilian Pebble Spec
tacles and Eyeglasses.
Office First Door South of Postoffice,
KOMEMITRO. OKEtJOX.
i
LANGENBERGS
Boot and Shoe Store
ItOSEBURU, OREGON,
On Jackson Street, Opposite the Post Office,
Keeps on hand the largest and best assortment of
Eastern and Man Francisco Boots and
Shoos, 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 Warran all
my work.
Rtpairing Neatly Done, on Short Notice.
I keep always on hand
TOYS AND NOTIONS.
Musical Instruments and Violin Strings
a specialty.
LOUIS LAXGEXBEKG.
DR. M. W. DAVIS,
m DENTIST,
It O S E B U It G, O R E G O
Office On Jackson Street, Up Stairs,
Over S. Marks k Co. a New more.
MAHONEY'S SALOON,
Nearest the Railroad Depot, Oakland.
JAN. 3IAHOXEY, - - - 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 visit during the stopping of tti tram
the Oakland Depot. Uive me a call.
JAS. MAIIONEY.
JOHN PHASER,
Home Made Furniture,
' WILBUR, OREGON.
UPHOLSTERY, SPMG MATTRESSES, ETC.,
Constantly on hand.
FURNITURE.
I have the Best
STOCK OF FURNITURE
South f Portlaud.
And all of my own manufacture.
Xo Two Prices to Customers.
ReHidents of Douglas County ars requested to give m
call before purchasing elsewnere.
ALL WORK WARRANTED.
DEPOT HOTEL,
Oakland, Oregon.
RICHARD THOMAS, Proprietor.
This. Hotel has been established for a num
ber of years, and has become very pop
ular with the traveling public.
FIRST-CLASS SLEEPING ACCOMMODATIONS
AND THE
Tabid mpplied with tb. Beat th Market afford
Hotel at the Depot of th Railroad.
H. C. STANTON,
DEALER IX
Staple Dry Goods,
Keep constantly on hand a general assortment of
Extra Fine Groceries,
WOOD, WILLOW AND GLASSWARE,'-
ALSO
CROCKERY AND CORDAGE,
A full stock of
SCHOOL BOOKS,
Such u required by the Public County Schools.
All kinds of Stationer-, Toys
Fancy Articles,
TO HCIT BOTH YOl'N'O AND OLD.
and
Buys and Sells Legal Tenders, furnishes
Cheeks on Portland, and procures
Drafts on San Francisco.
! SEEDS!
SEEDS !
ALL KINDS OF THE BEST QUALITY.
A LI. ORDERS
Promptly attended to and goods shipped
with care.
Address,
IIAC1IEXY Si. BEXO,
Portland, Oregon.
The Oswego (N. Y.Y Manufaetur
ihg Com pun v claims to have the largest
lumber-vard in the United States, hav
ing fifty million feet of lumber in stock.
1 he Philadelphia Ledger raises its
voice against munching in public, on
the streets or in the cars, a habit which
it considers both annoying: and disgust-
ing.
especially in women.
It is estimated the stoves in the
United States are worth one hundred
and eighty million dollars. They num
ber about eight million. The people of
this country use more stoves than all
MY WIFE'S AWAY.
what'g that pensation roun1 my heart
Tl at feels as if I'd lot a part
Of self, and makes my fcelinirs smart?
My wite s away.
What happy voice at rosy morn.
On hiu-ik'Vwinjjr that occe was borne.
Is missed, and things look so torlorni'
My wife s away.
What makes me have the bluest bluea,
And Hit the world curse and abuec,
And sulky melancholy c5ioo?a?
m v wiie s away.
What's vacant at the table-head.
Where, anfrei-Jike, dispensing' bread,
Bhe sat, and now a blank instead
j My wiie s away.
What ails my undergarment kit?
Not one of them will rightly sit
It drives me nearly In a tit.
My wiie s away.
The pocks not two of them will pair;
The shirls not one'wituout n tear;
The buttons, too, are never there.
idy wire s away.
The sooty servant now is boss,
A n! turns hei; nose up with a toss,
Ann looks nt me internal cross.
My wife's away.
What makes the evemnjrs seem so long1
And still asni'-rht, where once a sonjr
Or music sweet charmed time alonsr?
j My wife's away.
My wife, Ood bless her anjrel face.
And brbix her safe to my embrace I
To me the empress of the race.
iiy wiie s away.
X. I, Journal.
SHE CURED HIM.
I ,
"You sire never going to marry Philo
Mayburne !"
It was a bright bay-windowed room
with a ruby lire sparkling in the grate,
and a table, well laden with work.
drawn up beside its shine. And the
prettiest, freshest, most attractive thing
to look at in the whole scene was the
Widow Glenn herself, stitching indns-
triausly away at a strip of cambric ruf
11 i n r. i
She was tall and well proportioned,
with hair like brown satin flax, blue
eyes and a complexion all pink and
white, with the crimson bloom glowing
beneath the transparent skin in a manual-
that all the cosmetics on earth
might strive vainly to stimulate; a
woman it did one's heart good to look
at in these days of artilieial falsity.
Perhaps she': might have been thirty,
but she did not look more than twenty-
five; for Time, gruitold non comprom
iser that he is, had dealt very gently
with Josie Glenn.
"Why shouldn't I marry Philo May
burne?1' she asked quietly, as she bit
off the end of her thread with teeth
white and even as pearls.
Mrs. Jonesbury groaned and gasped!
"He's handsome, isn't he?" asLcd
the widow.
"I hain't I nothin' to say agin' his
looks," croaked Mrs. Jonesbury.
"And his principles and character
arc beyond Teproaeh?"
"Nobody denies it that I knows of!"
unwillingly assented the elder matron.
"He's certainly wll off!" went on
Mrs. Glenn.'
44 Yes, he's rich, I s'pose, but "
"But what?"
"His temper, Josephine, his temper,
if you must have it!" jerked out Mrs.
Jonesbury. "He's as ugly as Cain and
as; fault-findin' as old Pharoah iu the
land o' Egypt; and all the world kuows
that ho jis't fretted his first wife into the
grave! ;
"He won't fret me into the grave,"
6aid Josie, sewing dilligently on.
"How be you gwine to help your
self?" asked Mrs. Jonesbury, with
very evident incredulity.
"O, 1 have, ways and means!"
"Bur, Josie, you don't really love
him?" !
"Yes, I do!"
"With his temper?"
"In spite of his temper. Mrs. Jones-
bury. I see and esteem the good which
lies unreclaimed beneath that upper
6tratum of acerbitv. Keep down the
weeds and the flowers will grow in al
most any nature."
"It's dreadful easy talkin', " saidMrs.
Jonesburv, with a dubious shake of her
head. "But ve don't know what it is,
Josephine Glenn, to be tied for life to a
man that s torever grumbhn about
nothin1!" i
"Tfiere it is," said Josie. with a blue
sparkle beneath her long brown eye
lashes. "I ! mean to give him some
thing to grumble about!"
"I don't understand you!"
"Don't you? Nererthcless "
But at that instant a bevy of visitors
wn,s ushered into the apartment, and
Mrs. Jonesbury was forced to take her
departure unenlightened as to the
V idow Glenn s matrimonial policy.
So Philo Mayburne put a wedding-
ring: on .Josie Glenn's pretty plump fin
ger and surrendered himself legally in
to the keeping of that blue-eyed dame,
little recking of the ordeal in store for
him.
"Mrs. Ma'vburne!"
"Yes, Philo."
It was one evening during their first
week at home, afterAhe varied changes
of the wedding tour, and the newly-
made husband was stalking up and
down the floor, with his hands in his
pockets, a deepening wrinkle between
his ''ows.
"li . one minute after six o'clock!"
"I see it is, said Josie, glancing up
at the time-niece.
"And dinner isn't ready. Is this
your idea of punctuality?"
The wife made no answer.
"The fire sulking again. I do wish
n in
our servants would ever pay any at
tention to the fire."
Still Josie read on.
"Mrs. Mavburne!" eiaculated the
husband.
"Well, my dear?" cooed Josie.
"Why don't vou answer me?"
"What shalfl say?"
"Anything:, Mrs.'Mayburne."
"Well, then, permit me to observe
that I am ve'rv much interested in the
book I am reading."
Philo s brow grew dark: but he was
stopped from further comment by the
ringing of the dinner bell.
"Ovster soup burned again," he
growled, letting his spoon drop into the
dish with a splash.
"I think it is very nice," said Josie
"And the beef roasted, when I told
cook especially to have it boHed."
"Iear me!" said Mrs. Mayburne
"where is the difference?"
"Difierence, ma'am difference!"
barked Philo, ''enough difference to
spoil my dinner, that's all."
And. pushing back his chair, lie
strode away from the table.
Mrs. Mayburne stayed to finish
meal and then sauntered into
parlor, where her spouse sat glarin
the tire.
her
the
r at
"Where are my slippers, Mrs
May-
"On the rug, close to
dear."
your feet, my
"I don't want the slippers with the
fox's head on, 1 want the slippers with
the rosebuds and leaves. It's very
strange a man can't take any comfort
in his own house!"
Josie rang the bell and ordered
"rosebuds and leaves," but the next
rock to split upon was the newspaper.
"Where's my paper? Whats the
reason a man can never find a japer
when he wants it?"
"Here it is, Philo, folded neatfy
under the books," she responded.
"And what is it under the bookb for!
Why isn't it left where I can find it!"
"If vou had looked around my
dear -"
"But I don't want to look around!"
And Mr. Mayburne unfolded the
sheet and began to read, his brows still
ominously contracted, while Josie sat
smiling beside him, her purpose shaping
itself more and more definitely in her
mind at every moment that the clock
measured off with silvery tick.
The next evening Mr. Mayburne
came home rampant as usual. Tho
sitting-room was dark and chilly as he
stumbled in.
"No light?" he demanded, queru
lously. "What's the use of light?" pettishly
asked his wife, who was reclining: on
the sofa, under an embroidered afghan.
"The fire has gone out half an hour
ago."
"The lire out!" Philo stood aghast.
44 But why didn't you have it kindled
up ag-ain?
"Everything: ffoc wrong," grumbled
Josie, with a peevish elevation of her
shoulders. "The kindlings were wet
and the chimney smoked, and "
"Well, well, my dear," said Philo,
driven to trie unwonted task or conso
lation, "I dare say it will be all right."
"All wrong:, more likely," fretted
Josie. "It is so trying;; and dinner isn't
ready, although it's half past six, and
the fruit hasn t come for dessert, and
I'm so discouraged!"
"We'll do without the fruit, then."
"There's no other dessert."
"My dear Josie.it isn't best to let
little things fret you!"
"I'll discharge the cook to morrow,"
said Josie, acrimoniously
"O, no, dear! I wouldn't do that;
she understands her business remark
ably well."
"She burned the oysters yesterday."
"Only scorched 'em, that wai all!"
"She is always behindhand with the
meals."
"Ori the contrary, my dear Josie, she
is generally the soul of punctuality
Where is my dressing-gow-n?"
"I am sure I don't know," said Josie,
spiritlessly. "That chambermaid makes
a rule of putting things just where no
body can hnd them
"O, here it is, back of the door,"
said Philo, "just where she always
hangs it.
"Then why didu't you look there be
fore you asked?" demanded the wife
Mr. Mavburne found it convenient not
to hear, but poked the fire diligently.
'I here you go, scattering ashes al
over the velvet rug, said josie,
tartly.
Mr. Mayburne checked himself, and
sat down shivering, in a rocking-
chair.
1 wish you would stop creaking that
chair, groaned his wife; "my poor
nerves are all in a quiver. Why don t
they send up dinner?"
There's the bell now," said
Philo,
'come
jumping up with alacrity;
"I don't think I care for any dinner,
now that I have been kept waiting so
long," said Mrs. Mayburne.
"Now, my dear Josie, don't be un
reasonable. I dare say they've got
something very nice for us."
The beefsteak was cold, the potatoes
water-soaked and the turnips dried like
mummies, while the bread was new
and heavy. Mr. Mayburne opened his
lips to complain, but Josie wras before
hand with him.
'Mv
goodness
gracious
she ejacu
lated, with uplifted hands and eyes.
'.such a dinner! Take me away, Philo;
I can't eat a mouthful."
"Just a little bit of the steak, dear
it's very juicy."
'Not a particle!" said Josie, em
phatically. "Sarah, tell the cook she
may go to morrow.
"My dear, my dear, pray consider
"There's a chicken coming with
bread sauce," suggested Sarah, with
twinkling eyes.
"Chicken and bread sauce the very
think I detest of all others!" exclaimed
Josie.
"I am sure its very nice," said Philo;
"see how savory it look. Let me give
vou a wing and a little slice of the
breast!"
"It's burned to a crisp!"
"Burned, my dear? Not a bit of it."
"It's raw, then.-under the side!"
"Do try it, Josie really 1 think it is
delicious and here are some steaming
baked potatoes."
"No," said Josie resolutely, shaking
her head: "mv dinner is spoiled that's
enough."
And she walked out of tho dining
room precisely as her husband had
done the night before. But Philo, less
philosophical than his wife, rose and
followed her.
"Josie, dear," he said, hesitatingly,
as she llounced down upon the sofa.
"Well."
"Aren't you just a little a little
c-o-s?"
"Am I?"
"And unreasonable? A trifle so?'
"Do vou reallv think, so, Philo?"
"Yes."
"oo do I. I am very cross and out
rageously unreasonable!"
The dimp'es hal come back to Josie's
lips and the sparkle in her eyes. Philo
looked bewildered. ff 1 '
"But, ray dear, what do you mean?"
"Philo," said Mrs. Mayburne, calmly,
"you have only been looking into a
looking-glass."
"Into a looking-glass, my dear?""
"Exactly so. During the last hour
you have seen yourself as you appear
to the world. How do you like the re
llection?"
She laid her hand lightly on his
shoulder as she spoke. Philo May
burne sat stroking his whiskers medita
tively, without answering.
Am 1 really as disagreeable as
that?" he asked presently.
"Yes, quite!"
"I hadn't any idea of it!"
"Because you have never seen your
self as others see vou."
Another silence ensued, and then Mr.
Mayburne spoke again.
"Josie, nobody shall ever see me
again in that light!"
Philo Mayburne kept his word, and
to this day Mrs. Jonesbury has never
left off wondering what mysterious
agency wrought such a marvelous'
change in the spirit of Philip May
burne s dream.
"tor he am t like the same man, no
more, he ain't!" truthfullv observed
Mrs. Jonesbury. Boston Budget.
Some Observations.
"This is the editor, is it?"
"Yes, sir, it is."
'Well, now, Mr. Editor, I'll tell you
what I m going to do. I'm introdu
cing the 'Morning Star' brand of coffee
among your merchants here, and if
yon'U give me your address, I'll send j
two pounds of the 'Morning Stat'
to your house. I want your wife to
serve you with a cup of it, and after
vou've tr'ed it, you may hist say what
you please about it in v'our paper."
The editor, of course, earns with
happiness. The prospective donation
of two pounds of choice coffee is enough
to make any editor happy. Unfortu
nately, however, his family i3 away for
the season, and he replies:
"ii you had just as soon, suppose
you send that coffee up to the business
, manager's house. Here he comes, I'll
introduce you," and having done so.
the observer settled down to hard
work. He would have introduced the
philanthropist to the business manager
anyhow. It is a rule in tho Mail ofllce
that all philanthropists shall be intro
duced to the business manager.
The representative of the 'Morning
Star' coffee tells his story very grace
fully to the business manager. "I'm
going to send two pounds of our superb
corlee up to your house,
The business manager has met phi
lanthropists betore.
"Two pounds of coffee," he replies;
"how much is the coffee a pound r
"Thirty-five cents."
"All right; my house is number 2,232
nlank street. Send up your coffee.
Here's seventy cents."
"I beg your pardon," says the phi
lanthropist; "l m going to give you the
coltee, and
"But I don't want you to give me the
coriee. l m able to pay for it."
"Yes, yes, I know that; but you know
I expect you to reciprocate by saving
.what you think about the 'Mornin
Star' in your paper."
"Then you want me to give you some
thing, do your
no; i sirapiy expect vou to say
"We usually trade on a cash basis,"
the business manager responds, "but
let's see, two pounds of coffee will be
worth seventy cents; three lines of local
seventy-five cents; you owe a bal
ance of five cents; it will be very hard
'work to get very much of a notice into
'threelines, but we'll close tho deal if
you say so."
The philanthropist, for some reason
icouldn t dispute the newspaper finan
cier's business logic, but still he could
.hardly comprehend why his generosity
was looked upon in such a coldly prac-
tit-ti manner as uie ousiness man ap
plied to it. He succumbed, however.
and concluded that he wouldn't send
the coffee at all, but would make a con
tract for advertising in cash.
Ihe philanthropic scheme of the
coffee man, analyzed in a busiuess
manner, was everv whit as business
like as it would be on the part of a
newspaper man to step into a mercan
tile establishment and say to the pro
pnetor: "nere, l am going to send
you my paper for three months; after
you have read it you may give me just
as many dollars' worth of dry goods in
return as you think us deserving of."
Peculiar ideas are entertained re
garding the newspaper business. More
ridiculous propositions are made to
newspaper publishers than to any other
class or business men existing. JNot
long ago a Texas man wrote the Mail
a letter saying that he would appreciate
the publication of the "inclosed item
of general interest," and that if the
publisher would send him a marked
copy of the paper and advertising rates,
would be pleased to send them cash
advertising
when he needed it. The
item oi general interest " was an
advertisement. lno publishers re
plied that if he would kindly send
them fifteen dollars in cash as a gift and
the rates on any money he might have
to loan, they would be pleased to borrow
of him whenever the occasion arose.
And wny snouid such absurd propo
sitions be made? Simply because the
newspaper proiession has educated a
good proportion of the public into the
idea mat a donation to an editor or a
lifteen cent, box of strawberries, or a
peck of fresh vegetables, is as accept
able as a thousand dollar gold piece
would be to an ordinary man. The
coffee man above referred to, after the
conversation had concluded, laughingly
and frankly added: "That's all right
-it s business but we catch lots of
'em!" Des Moines Sunday Mail.
A new danger threatens society,
and it comes in the shape of the bicy
cle. 1 he bicycle is almost noiseless on
a o-rnl ninil nnd vnnnor mnn rlriwinrr
their sweethearts would do well to keep
a sharp eye in the rear, as some very
funnv tilings have been witnessed bv
wheelmen riding behind buggies. I
heard how one wheelman rode behind
?i hnctrv for smnfi distance, nnitfl nn-
nr.' ' i
devilled as to whether the pretty girl
in the buggy, all dressed in white, had
a blaek sash on or not. He trie the
experiment of riding close up and blow
ing his whistle, and the black girdle
disappeared as if by magic. She was
Wearing a coat sleeve with an arm in it.
Letter in St. Louis Spectator.
An unio oarsman has been ar
a M ' i
rested for making counterfeit money.
He should remember it is one thing to
forge ahead on a boat, but quite an
other to forge a head on a $10 bill. -
Yonkcr's Statesman.
Scorpions and Centipede.
Frequently though the scorpion is
met with, yet a sting from one is rare.
An instance coming within my observa
tion was that of my 'chowkeedar, who
had been stung during the night while
asleep on his mat in a corner of the
veranda where the reptile had evidently
dropped down from above. I was
awoke by a loud "bapre-bap" and the
very familiar "sapkatdyia" ("Father,
oh, father, a snake has bitten me!")
and, on going to the spot with a light,
we discovered the assailant to be, not a
snake, but a scorpion, which was stand
ing motionless in the corner, still
angrily curving its tail a discovery
which afforded unspeakable relief to
the chowkecdar, who had thought his
last hours were come, and who now
with folded hands and upturned e'es
devoutly acknowledged his escape in
the exclamation: "Dohai Ram Ji, ian
buchgaia" ("Mercv, oh, Kara, my life
is spared!"). He had pressed upon the
reptile, no doubt, while turning round,
and had been stung on the arm, which
rapidly swelled to a great size, accom
panied by pain so excessive as to cause
a feeling of f aintness. V ith his mind,
however, relieved from the "worst," he
soon set about collecting herbs from
the compound and garden, under the
application of hot mashes of which the
pain gradually subsided, and, along
with the swelling, disappeared in a
couple of days.
Being curious to watch the habits oi
the scorpion, I placed one under a
glass case along with a grasshopper
two inches long, whose sharp-spiked
legs constituted its strong natural de
fense. For awhile the scorpion took
no notice of the wild leaps of his com
panion, though every now and again it
struck against him iu rebounding from
the glass cover, but at length, irritated
by the continuance of these, it assumed
the offensive. After several unsuccess
ful clutches, he managed to seize with
his toes a leg of the grasshopper, which
he held in his jaws, while endeavoring
to transfix him with his sting, till he
succeeded in driving it through and
through him. The leaps of the grass
hopper now speedily grew feebler, and
soon he lay motionless and dead. Foi
twenty-four hours the scorpion took no
further notice of his companion, and
then, pressed by hunger, he bethought
himself of hiraj and speedily devoured
him.
Like the scorpion the centipede also
seems partial to grasshoppers, when it
can get them. An enormously magni
fied copy as it is of tho little home
centipede, the sight of one five or six
inches loug, with its multitude of pre
hensile feet all moring at once, and its
long feelers steering its way, causes an
involuntary creeping of the llesh. Once
while reclining on a sofa perusing
daily paper after mid-day breakfast,
preparatory to "turning in" for the
customary siesta, 1 was surprised by a
thumping against a newspaper which
was lying in a corner of the room, and
the continuance of the sound induced
me to lump up to ascertain the cause,
suspecting, of course, a snake and frog
l he raising or the paper disclosed a
centipede of about five inches long,
holding in its jaws a large grasshopper,
which he was quietly hollowing out
without the least regard to the frantic
kicks of his victim, which had cca-
sioncd the noise against the paper,
Nor did he seem disposed to relinquish
so choice a morsel, but allowed himself
to be turned over and over without even
relaxing his hold, and as the grass
hopper could not physically recoup his
loss, I let the devourer continue, till in
a quarter of an hour only the shell re
maincd, and only then did the dimin
lsiung kicks or the grasshopper cease
altogether.
On another occasion, in the hot month
of May, during my morning ablu
tions, while raising the sponge to my
race, l was met by the near view oi an
ugly pair of horns, followed by a head
emerging from one of the pores. Not
an instant too soon, I dropped it down
a jain on the basin stand, upon which
the full length of a hideous centipede
gradually unwound itself,
Such are instances of the way these
reptiles are come upon now and again
in India, generally wnen and where
least expected, and showing tho wari
ness people require to practice in every
movement, even in lifting a book or
paper, qv putting tho hand anywhere
where the eye does not also reach. Ihe
bite of the centipede is rarely heard of,
but it is more or less poisonous, and
like the sting of the scorpion, is consid
sidered serious to children. All the
Year Round.
ihe ireasury JJepartment has in
its rogues' gallery photographs of 3,000
counterfeit makers and "shovers
These persons are of all ages, from the
child of fourteen to the gray-haire
sinner of seventy. They represent every
nationality, even to the African and the
heathen Chinee. Tho latter, indeed,
are much more numerous than -might
be expected. Those thrifty pagans are
perhaps the most expert imitators in
the world, and they stand at the head
of the class in the production of base
coin. Many women are engaged as
"shovcrs." Washington Post.
A cab driver in Paris was recently
engaged at the Champ3 Elysees by a
lady who, after making him drive all
over the city for nearly six hours,
finally alighted in the Faubourg Mont-
martre, and told him she "had been un
able to find her son. The driver at
once demanded his fare, but was told
that she did not possess a cent He
then invited her to ride again, and
drove directly to the nearest police sta
tion, when it was found that the woman
was insane.
The Lutheran Church of Finland
is, for the moment, bishopless its
three chief pastors having died within
a few months of one another. The first
clergyman elected to the episcopal of
ffco will have to go to Sweden for con
secration. .
The newest thing in weddings, in
augurated at the Reed wedding, New
York, is to send invitations and cards
to Queen Victoria and the nobility of
Europe. It is extremely "tony," and
it costs nothing but the postage. N.
Y. Graphic.
During the last five years New
Yorkers in Paris purchased" $7,882, COO
worth of paintings. N. Y. Graphic.
The Stage Coach In New York' City.
When the railroad car took the place
of the slow stage-coach, it deprived
travel of most of its pleasures. One
sees but little -of the country as he is
whirled rapidly through it amid noise
and dust. There is no way in whi.h
scenery can be so well enjoyed, as from
an outside seat of a stage-coach. The
moderate rate of speed allows all the
beauties of the scene to be appreciated,
and the changes of the road present an
ever-varying panorama. Then tho
stage-coach allowed of social enjoy
ment, and chat and stories made the
time pass pleasantly. What a contrast
between the tavern, where the stage-
passengers stopped for dinner, and the
present railway station with its "five
minutes lor refreshments: ' mere is
so much that is pleasant and enjoyable
in travel by stage that wealthy gentle
men in New York City and vicinity not
long .go formed a coaching club, each
member of which had a "coach and
four." There are now many members
of the club. Each has a coach made in
the best possible style. The body of
each and the running gear is painted in
a ditlerent style from the others. Ihe
horses are carefully selected, and have
the most complete harness and trap
pings. The coaches have seats for six
upon the roof, besides a place for the
"giKird, who with hi3 horn announces
the arrival of the coach. The driver
is usually the owner of the coach, and
there is no little friendly rivalry among
the members over their skill in "hand
ling the ribbons." A parade of the
coaching club is something well worth
seeing, and the club makes occasional
excursions to more or less distant
points. On one occasion its members,
or a part of thcra, drove to Philadel
phia and back, by the stage-route fol
owed be 'ore the days of railroads. One
member of the club is so enthusiastic
a coachman that he runs a daily coach
between one of the hotels of this city
and a point in the suburbs. He takes
passengers at a round price, and thus
allows those who are not -mem
bers of the club to en'oy the
pleasures of this mode of traveling,
Si) nomilnr is thn Tn.llv.rin Cnnnh ih.at
places are engaged many days ahead.
The passenger oy the coach leaves the
city by that beautiful gateway, Central
Park, and sees the city melt gradually
into ihe country. His road takes him
past beau .iful villas as well as primitive
farm houses. liis senses are soon
salute;! by the refreshing sea air, and
he arrives at his destination prepared to
do justice to the ample dinner that
awaits him. His destination is Pelham
Bay, one of the most charming spots
upon Long Island Sound.- He here ex
changes the varying scenes and sights
of the roa 1 for one of tranquil beauty
The bluo waters of the Sound stretch
out in front of him, and the many sail
ing craft go lazily by, their quiet" being
ins: range contrast to the fussy little
steamer that occasionally passes. After
a few bonis of rest at Pelham Bay the
homeward journey is commenced, and
the passenger enjoys the same scene in
the light of the declining sun, and
reaches the starting point just as gas
lights and electric lamps are replacing
the daylight, refreshed by the novel
mode of travel and the change of air
and scene. "But," some may say. "it
is very expensive." So it is, but unlike
many of the amusements of the
wealthy, every dollar expended by tho
Coaching Club helps some one. The
coach maker, the painter, the harness
maker, and many other trades are ben
efited, and even the farmer, who
breeds stage horses, has their value in
creased by what some regard as the ex
travagance of the Coaching Club.
Americ in Agriculturist.
Billy's Invention.
Billy Longhead, who lives out on
Dayton bluff, has been closely engaged
the past two years on a contrivance to
check runaway horses. Last week he
brought his scheme to a head and cele
brated the affair by taking his best girl
out for a drve. lie had placed one of
his inventions on the wagon for the
Eur pose of showing his girl how long
is head wfas and how quickly he could
bring a horse to terms if he took a
notion to run away.
The invention is simple, being a reel
round which a fine linked and very
strong chain is wound. The chain runs
under the horse and is attached to the
bit. The reel has cog wheel connection
with the wagon wheel, and is thrown
into gear by a little lever that runs up
into the w agon.
The day was large. The sun shone.
the birds sang, the rivulets rivled and
as Billy and his girl rode along through
the country, happy m each other s love,
they planned and schemed how they
would have their house arranged and
grounds laid out when Billy's wonder
ful invention should fill his coffers with
gold. Everything seemed bright. The
prospect was brilliant and lunch coun
ters and box cars occupied a very hazy
back ground in the picture which Billy
had painted of the future.
They were going down hill. The
wagon was boosting the grape arbor
that was drawing it along at a pretty
lively ga t. Now was a goodoppcrtu
nity for Billy to prove tho value of his
invention, He whipped the horse into
a run, which was not hard work as he
was going down hill. At last when
they were moving through space at the
rate of seventeen miles sn houi Billy
smiling on his lady whispered "Now
we 11 stop, hang on; just at this point
he shoved tho lever, the reel com
menced to pull in the chain at the rate
of one thousand miles an hour; the horse
was going one way while the clvin was
coming the other. This state of affairs
lasted about eight seconds, when the
horse and chain both came the same
way and the wagon with its occupants
continued to proceed through the air.
Somehow things got mixed. Billy got
bewildered, his girl got tangled up
among the wheels of the buggy, and
the ho se seemed to be frying to kick
himself back to town. When Billy had
excavated his eyes he went on a relie
l . m l
expedition ior nis gin: ne iouna her in
several places, but managed to get her
together so he could recognize her and
found that with the exception of a few
hair and much of nose, she was all
present A very low temperature has
sprung up between Uilly ana the girL
and he hasn t been able to prove that
he, didn't put up a scheme on her to get
her out of the way so that he might tie
to another female on the other side of
the river. St. Paul Eerald,
A Corn-Hnsking Festival.
How vividly to all those of us who
were born in the country comes the re
membrance of husking-time. We-
waited for it as the gala-day of the.
year. It was called a frolic. The treesi
having for the most part shed their
foliage, the farmers waded through the
fallen leaves and came through the
keen morning air to the gleeful com
pany. The frosts which had silvered
everything during the night began to
melt off of the top of the corn-shocks.
WThile the farmers were waiting for
others, they stood blowing their breath
through their fingers or ashing their,
arms around their body to keep up
warmth of circulation. Roaring mirth
greeted the late farmer as he crawled,
over tho fence. Jokes and repartee
and rustic salutations abounded. All
ready, now! The men take hold of the
shock of . corn and hurl it prostrate,
while the moles and mice which have
secreted themselves there for warmth
attempt to escape. The withe of straw
is unwound from the corn-shock, and
the stocks, heavy with the wealth of
grain, are rolled into bundles, between,
which the husker sits down. The husk-ing-peg
is thrust in until it strikes, and
then the fingers rip off the sheathing ot
the ear, and there is a crack as the root
of the corn 13 snapped off from the!
husk, and the grain disimprisoned is
hurled up into the sunlight. The air is
so tonic, the work is so exhilarating,;
the company is so blithe, that some,
laugh, and some shout, and some sing,!
and some banter, and some tease a
neighbor for a romantic ride along the
edge of the woods in eventide in a car
riage that holds but two, and some
prophesy as to the number of bushels
to the field, and others go into compe
tition as to which shall rifle the most
corn-shucks before sundown. After a:
while the dinner-horn sounds from the
farrn-hou3e, and the table is surrounded
by a group of jolly and hungry men.
From all the pantries and cellars and
perches of fowl on the place the richest
dainties come, and there is a carnival'
and neighborhood reunion, and a scene,
which fills our memory, part with;
smiles, but more with tears, as we re
member that the farm now belongs to
other owners, and other hands gather
in the fields, and many of those who
mingled in that merry husking scene
have themselves been reaped "like as a
shock of corncomethin his season."
Dr. Talmtge, in Frank Leslie's Sunday
Magazine.
A-"Very Hot Taxpayer.
" Is this the United States Weather
Bureau?" exclaimed an excited indi
vidual in a melted collar and hot-as-blazes
frame of mind, rushing into the
United States Signal Service ollice on
the corner of Wood street and Fifth
avenue last Wednesday.
Yes, sir; this is an office of the
bureau, replied the gentleman in
charger
O, it is, is it," sarcastically
ex
"It cla med the perspiring individual
is
a part of the institution, is ltr
it's a swindle! A barefaced
Well,
swin
sir,
dle on the taxpaying citizen, sir! That
is what it is, sir!" And the hot man
grew so terribly hot that his face looked
liKe a Dioom just reaoy ior me squeez
ers. "I do not comprehend you, sir," re
plied the signal-service officer, with
dignity.
U, you don t, don t your lou
don't comprehend me? O, no, of
course not. Certainly, you don't. That;
ain't what we taxpayers pay out our.
money for, to be comprehended. What
did your bureau promise Saturday?
Didn't you S3y a cold wave was on its
way here, and that it would reach us,
Sunday, and the weather would be cool
er, didn't your '
"Well, sir, what if we did?"
"What if vou did! Of course von.
did. You know vou did. You can't
deny it. Where is it?"
" l m sure 1 do not know," returned
the official abruptly. "We do not ar
range the weather. "
You don t! Why, what are we tax
payers getting for our money, then?"
exclaimed the hot man.
The b. reau simply furnishes me
teorological information relative to the
state of the weather," answered the of
ficial, with dignity.
44 Information! lireat Scotland, do
you think a man has to be shoveled into
a blast-furnace before he knows it s
hot? Do you mean to say we taxpay
ers support this bureau to tell us what
the thermometer is when our shirt-col
lars are running into our boots? If you
can't regulate the weather, what are
you for i A blind mule with his taT
broke off Knows when it s hot and cold
without you telling us. What are we
taxpayers getting for our money?" and
the wild man turned himself out on the
sidewalk, red, hot, hissing globule oi
wrath. Pittsburgh Chronicle.
Boston and New York.
As the car swung into Madison ave
nue from Forty-second street two ladies
got aboard. One of them wore glasses
and that intellectual contraction of tho
eyebrows peculiar to the ladies of the
Hub. With the true Uoston instinct she
began talking about book3 and authors..
"You have read 4 Jane Eyre' of
course?" said her companion.
44 On, yes," said the intellectual lady
from Boston; 44 1 have read all her
works and like them so much."
The other lady coughed behind her
handkerchief and then asked, wiih a
twinkle in her eye: 44 Have you ever
read any of Daniel Deronda's "novels?"
" ies. indeed," said the Boston lady,
44 all of them. But do you know I think
he is almost too analytical?"
44 How do you li' c Adam Bede's writ
ings?" asked the New Yorker.
44 Oh, tbey are lovely. But don't you
think they are a little shallow?"
44 1 have never read them," said the
other, behind her fan.
The lady" from Boston cast a look of
pity on her illiterate companion and
the two got off the car at Sixty-first
street Ar. Y. Herald.
"I beg your pardon, madam," said
a gentleman, liftfng his hat politely to
a richly dressed woman on the street,
"but your face is strangely familiar to
me. I am sure that I have met you be
fore." "Yis, Misther Jones," replied
the richly dressed woman, "it's meself
that knows ye.
Y. Graphic.
Oi'm vour cook. N
the rest of the world together.