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OREGON CITY, OREGON, FRIDAY, AUGUST 4, 1876.
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Kate Armour.
One night, at the stroke of twelve,
when there was no moon, the door of
a large and handsome house in a
pleasant country place opened softly
and a girl crept out and looked anx
iously about her. She was a pretty
young creature, with a soft foolish
sort of face, and she had an air about
her that told of good living and free
dom from all care as to ways and
means. Her dress was a handsome
one, suitable for traveling, and in
her hand she carried a Russia-leather
bag.
Closing the door softly behind her,
she hurried down the garden path,
and at the gate found her hand clasp
ed by the strong hand of a man a
handsome, big fellow, though even
in that light one could see that ho
was not a refined person.
Indeed the man was her own moth
er's hired servant, with whom sho
was bound to elope.
To say why sho had been so fool
ish as to take a fancy to him, to ex
plain the feelings t hat induced her
yourg, beautiful and educated, the
daughter of a wealthy woman, with
a good position in society, to fall in
love with a fellow who had nothing
but a certain amount of coarse good
looks to recommend him, would be
to succeed where all the wise men
in the world have failed thus far.
Who has ever yet been able to give
the reason for a woman s infatuation
for her lover! Indeed, sho has
none, so that often in the years that
blot her follv out she asked herself.
Why did I love that fellow!" and
can find no answer. A man can gen
erally say, "She was pretty," in
the same case. It does not need even
to make a woman an idiot.
And so I cannot tell -ou why Kate
Armour left her happy home, her
mother who loved her, her friends,
and all her luxuries, for the kisses
and praises of that boor of a groom,
who had not honest worth to com
pensate for his lack of education and
manners. Cto she did, however, and
the two were married in the nearest
town. Tom Scotcher having no
doubt whatever that Mrs. Armour
would relent when she heard that
her girl was really married, and that
he should lie down in clover for the
rest of his davs.
lie reckoned without his host,
however. The mother replied to her
daughter's first letter by forbidding
her even to write again. And when
the answer came the groom was very
angry.
However, ho was in love in his
coarse fashion just then, and, after
sulking an hour or two, he turned to
his wife and said:
"Well, vou'ro as handsome as a
picture any way ; and hang the wo
man!" Then he took her by both arms
holding her so tightly that he left
the marks of his lingers upon them
and kissed her on the neck a fierce,
hot kiss, from which she shrank with
a little scream crying:
"Tom, you bit me!"
So he had. At least, it was a sort
of bite. She did not know what to
make of it. Afterward she learnt.
It was the first lesson he had dar
ed to give her in the difference be
tween the love of a brute and the
love of a gentleman. And it was not
long before she learnt that a passion
utterly without sentiment falls like
a curse upon any woman's life. Tom
had no sentiment. Yet, for awhile,
her fresh beauty charmed him, and
it was better with them then than
afterward; for while it lasted he be
haved decently.
He found work suited for him, and
did it. He spared her what heconld
as he said, "for finery," and she,
though she began to understand the
difference between being Miss Ar
mour and Mrs. Tom Scotcher, clung
to him as long as he yet told her she
was "the prettiest girl anywhere."
For a year she was often uncomfort
able and very remorseful when she
thought of her mother, but she was
still blind enough to be happy at
times.
Then a little babe lay on her bosom,
and she was very delicate, and began
to fade a little, and then Tom came
home tipsy once or twice, and sho
could not tell which were worse, his
liquor-llavored kisses or curses.
Then disenchantment having be
gun on both sides a red-cheeked
girl, chambermaid at a low tavern
made her jealous jealous of Tom
Scotcher. And reproaching him
with it when ho had a glass, and
foolishly twitting him with the fact
that she had left her wealth and lux
ury for him, and might have married
well, he struck her.
So her love ended, and the lowest
depth of misery was reached. She
saw the man she belonged to for life
in his true colors.
And now often he told her that
she had lost all her good looks, and
was nothing but a drag on a young
fellow, who could marry "the pretti
est girl going if he were single."
Oh, mother, mother, if you only
knew," the girl often sobbed in se
cret; but she could not go home with
lorn bcotcher's baby in her arms.
Indeed, she had not the resolution
necessary to enable her to run away.
A little, soft, silly thing she was
still, and ever would be.
Tom Scotcher, with his habits,
lost one place after another, and
they moved on and on, liviDg here
and living there, sometimes with
plenty to eat, sometimes with half
enough, until the child was
old.
a year
Then, one morning, Tom Scotch
er having found work in a neigh
boring town, or so he declared, they
traveled together across the country,
the wife carrying the baby across in
her arms, and a bundlo on her back.
Kate Armour had disdained to car
ry the tiniest parcel.
They had como to a spot in the
road where a grateful shade fell from
some large elms, and here they sat
down to eat and drink. Tom was in
the best humor, for some reason, and
made a jok at which his wife laugh
ed. On that,' flattered by her appre
ciation, he told her that "anyway.
uer teem were jikb pearls. 1
Praise is sweet to a woman, and I
sue nad neraed no compliment for a
long time.
"I'd grow good looking again if
we had better times." said she.
"And there's mother with her great !
trunk full of money, and no one to j
spend it.
"Why. what do you mean? girl"
said Tom Scotcher. "Trunk full of
money! Her money is in the bank. I
suppose, like other folks." Kate i
laughed. j
"Mother never will put money in
banks," she said. "She's sure they'll
fail she has thousands sometimes in
an old red box under her bed. She
throws rags on top, and says that is
the best way to hide it. I've often
worried over it at home."
"Yes," said Tom. "It's foolish
but woman is mostly idiots," and
ho sneered sardonically at his wife's
pale face. j
Then he ate his bread and cheese
and arose.
"I'll go back to the tavern and get i
a drink of beer," he said. "You sit
here you and the kid."
Then he stooped down and pinched !
the boy's cheek.
Not for months had her Orson
been so charming. Kate was really
comforted. Sht sat in the grateful
shade for a long while, not wonder
ing that he was long in coming back
when he had reached so desirable
a goal as a tavern; and after a while
she fell aslep. It was a long, sweet
sleep, and in it she saw her mother
and the old house where sho was
born, in a strangely vivid dream.
Her mother sat and looked at her in
the old, loving way; and on her own
lap lay a little dog that had been a
great pet of hers in that sweet long
ago. The tiny creature began to
whine.
"Lie still," she said. "Lie still;
what ails yon, Pinky!"
But Pinky whined louder.
" What can trouble him?" she said,
again; and then she was broad awake;
and it was not her little dog that
wailed in her arms, but her child
Tom Scotcher's baby and the sun
was sinking, and she was still alone.
Tom was, doubtless, lying very
drunk indeed on the tavern step, by
this time, she thought, lint it was
not his habit yet to neglect business,
and ho had said it was needful to
reach their place of destination by
dark, that he might present himself
to his employer in the morning.
Impatiently she waited; but the
moon had arisen, and still he did not
come. All that she could do was to
turn h ick and seek him in the tavern.
She had no money no food.
Such as he was, her husband and in
a sort her protector.
She arose, took up the bundle and
the baby, and trudged back to tho
tavern.
Tom Scotcher was not there. A
man dressed as she described him
had drunk there about noon, but
had gone the other way; and now
Kate began to understand that he
had abandoned her.
At first, going by herself to a spot
where no one could see her, she cri
ed over it, and felt very unhappy.
Then hope filled her heart. Now
her mother would relent and take
her home.
She turned to the tavern, and ask
ed the way to Grapemere. It was
nearer than she thought only fifteen
miles away. Toward it she set her
face.
Slowly and painfully she toiled on,
begging her bread as she went. She
slept in barns at times; once in a
poor mans garret, with his little
children; once in an old lime-kiln.
At last the white spire of the church
where she had been baptized arose
from the distance of tree-encircled
Grapemere. Then she saw an old
red barn with which she was famil
iar, and its farm-house, and a group
of hay-making people. The last
farm on the road to Grapemere; and
now hope gave her strength. She
would not lag until she met her
mother.
She washed her own face and that
of her child in a little pond. She
shook some of the dust from her
clothes, and walked on more slowly,
coming at length into the trim street,
with its houses half hidden in their
fine gardens in which stood her
mother's dwelling-placo. Yes, sho
must be forgiven she must she
would. But what was this? Usual
ly the street was so quiet; now a
crowd filled it. People ran to and
fro, some shouting, some crying.
And the densest 6f the crowd was
about her mother's house.
WThat had happened!
With her heart beating wildly,
Kate clutched the arm of a poor wo
man who stood near.
"What is the matter!" she asked.
"Why, it's murder!" said the wo
man, shivering as she spoke. "You're
a stranger, ain't you! You don't
know old Mrs. Armour. She was
killed last night for her money.
Seems she kept a lot under her bed
in a chest. She's beat all to pieces
with a hatchet."
"Oh, Heaven screamed Kate.
Who did it!"
"Well," said the woman, "they
say a man who used to work for her
and ran off with her daughter, was
seen here last night. But may be
that's all talk. Why, how ill you
look! You'll drop your baby. Here,
help! help! There's a woman in a fit
or something!"
And help came; kindly hands did
all they could for the stranger with
the lady's face and the beggar's
clothes whom no one recognized
but Heaven had been merciful.'
She was dead.
Carl Schurz on the Situation.
From hisAddress to the St. Louis Germans.
In alluding to the present, I do
not speak as a partisan. The centen
nial memories which have gathered
us here are not the property and
pride of one party, and a reproach
to the other; they are equally dear to
all, and uniting us all in common
veneration. So I speak to that patri
otic spirit which must be common to
all who are true Americans, whatever
party name they may have chosen.
With anxious hearts we have been
watching from year to year the
growth of demoralization and cor
ruption in our public concerns,
threatening to poison the very life of
those free institutions to which the
American people owe so much of
their prosperity, strength and great
ness, and not a few have there been
despondingly predicting that this
centennial anniversary of the nation's
birth would be darkened by the mor
al decay of the repablic, the prelude
of is disintegration and downfall.
Surely the evil is great, and tho
efforts to remedy it have met with
many a reverse. But is the cause of
reform and regeneration as hopeless
as the cause of independence seemed
when the centennial Congress had to
fiy from the very hall where indepen
dence was declared, and when Wash
ington's brave heart, amidst the dis
tress of Valley Forge, had to summon
its last reserve of fortitude, not to
sink in despair? Is it less promising
than was the struggle against slavery,
Avhen the conscience of the American
people' seemed smothered by their
new-grown wealth of cotton, or, after
a new outbreak, lulled to sleep again
by compromises all but universally
acquiesced in? Will not the same
patient fortitude of patriotic purpose,
which, undismayed by temporary
failure, achieved results so great in
the days of the past will it not again
be strong enough to rescue the re
public from its present dangers?
Indeed, I say it with joy, I see the
dawn of hope and good promise on
the horizon. But yesterday, as it
were, that partisan power which,
under either party name, recognized
in spoils and plunders the cohesive
bond of organization, threatened to
wield over all of yon, on either side,
a scarcely disputed sway. But has
not a patriotic spirit arisen in the
land which has already, in both or
ganizations, staggered that power in
its strongholds? May we not indeed
hope, by that persevering effort of
which, to-day, we commemorate so
glorious an example, to make ours
once more that pure and high-toned
government which the fathers of the
republic made it and designed it to
remain ?
Here and there we still hear voices
among us asking with a sneer: "What
is nil this worth? What will it avail,
this effort to restore the ancient mor
al greatness of this government? Our
peojile are so swallowed up by a
greedy materialism as to be lost to
all ideal impulse. They have ceased
to care for their free institutions,
and this republic is manifestly bound
to go the way of all great republics
before it first rotting in corruption,
and then drifting into some form of
despotic rule." O, how contemptible,
in the face of the history that is be
hind us and the duties before us, is
that dreary pessimism, that imbecile
despondency of impotent characters,
who are ever ready to give up all as
lost because they are too indolent for
a vigorous effort to save what is not
lost, only threatened! No, with such
elements of vitality and moral strength
as the American people possess, there
is nothing lost that is worth ireserv
ing or restoring. Let all good citi
zens listen to their consciences as to
what is right and just and best for
the welfare of all, and then, with
calm judgment, superior to party
prejudice, choose what appear tho
safest among tho means offered to
attain the end, and we need not fear
for the future of the republic. Er
rors we shall commit, and failures
we shall endure, but governed by
such a spirit of sincere devotion and
patient perseverance, the errors we
shall correct, and tho failures we
shall repair.
It is the growth of that spirit
which I greet on this centennial day
as a sign of new promise. May it be
strong enough to govern the whole
people in that momentous act by
which, inHhis year of great memories,
they have to choose for themselves a
new government. May a sincere so
licitude for the common good and
the honor of tho republic weigh
down the aspirations of greedy sel
fishness and silence the artful cries
of the demagogue. May tho rage of
reckless vituperation bo banished
from our debates, and the clash of
opinions give evidenco only of an
honest endeavor to evolve the truth.
May in this great memorial year of
tho century all Americans show
themselves worthy heirs of the heroic,
devoted and wise men who gave to
America independence, and to the
world the inspiring example of a
great republic. No higher honor can
we do their names than by opening
the second century of our national
existence as nobly as they opened
the first, and prouder than ever shall
we be able to say, We, too, are Amer
ican citizens.
Tiif. Liist of Gentlemen. A gen
tleman is a rarer thing than some of
us think for. Which of as can point
out many such in his circle men
whose aims are generous; whose truth
is constant and elevated; who can
look the world honestly in the face,
with an equal, manly sympathy for
the great and the small? We all
know a hundred whose coats are well
made, and a score who have excellent
manners, but of gentlemen, how
many ? Let us take a little scrap of
paper and each make his list.
Thackeray.
COURTESY OF BANCROFT LIBRARY,
UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA,
Language of - Flowers.
For years the language of flowers
has been in use. It is certainly ap
propriate that those forms of ex
pression, constantly employed in
the communication of the thoughts
and seelings which emanate from
love, the most beautiful object in
nature. For the special benefit of
those who may have occasion for
them, we give some of the definitions
most commonly in use:
Blue bell I wish to lead a single
life.
Boxwood Tell mo that you love
me truly.
Columbine You are most too
foolish.
Clover blossoms, red I have a se
cret to tell you.
Clover blossoms, white I love
another better than you.
Dandelion You are a smiling lit
tle flirt.
Daisy I will share your delight
ful sentiments.
Dahila Your charms I cannot re
sist. Fuchia I am trne to you.
Flags Cold and dreary is my
heart.
Flowerv locust I love vou, but I
love another.
Geranium I am lonely without
you.
Grass Useful, but not orna
mental. Hollyhock Y'ou are most too am
bitious. Honeysuckle I will make
happy.
you
Hyacinth Have you good faith.
Izq jilant You look cold.
Ivy I can only be 3011 r friend
and nothing more.
Lily I am patient.
Lilac You are 1113 first and onl3
true love.
Lady slipper You are fickle.
Locust blossoms I have loved
3ou long and well.
Marigold Be very cautious.
Mignonette I love you more for
not being more handsome.
Myrtle I love 3 011 trnfy.
Morning glory Love, love me.
Magnolia I love none on earth
better than 3011.
Mock orange Can 3011 keep a
secret.
Narcissus Your love for yourself
is better than for me.
Orange flowers Charity a vir
tue all should have.
Oleander Be careful, my dear.
Peach blossoms -I shall never
love another as I have you.
Pepper mint Warmth of feeling.
Peoin, red WI13 do 3ou keep me
waiting so long?
Pink I am happy in 3our pres
ence. Rose Geranium I prefer light
hair and blue C3es.
About IiUce.
In the sixteenth century lace was a
favorite lover's bribe to an Abigail.
Silvio, in tho bill of costs he sent to
tho widow of Zeliuda, at the termina
tion of his unsuccessful suit, makes
a charge for a "piece of Flanders
laco"to her waiting woman. Swift ad
dressed a "3-oung lady" in his pecul
iar strain: "And when 3011 are among
3ourselves, how naturally, after the
first compliments, do 3ou entertain
yourself with the price and choice of
lace, and apply 3"our hands to each
other's lappets and ruffles, as if the
whole business of life and the public
concern depended on the cut of your
petticoats." Not satisfied with lace
when alive, both men and women
craved for it as a decoration for their
grave clothes. In Malta, Greece,
and the Ionian Islands, the practice
of burying people in lace acquired
an unsavory reputation on account
of tho custom of rifling the tombs
and selling the lace often in a filthy
condition in the market. At Paler
mo tho mummies in the catacombs
of the Capuchin Convent are adorned
with lace, and in Northern and Mid
dle Europe this fashion prevailed for
a long period. In the Church of
Itevel lies the Due de Croy, a General
of Charles the Twelfth, in full cos
tume, with a rich flowing tie of fine
guipures. He was never hurried, by
the way, his corpse having been ar
rested for debt; so that he remains,
Mohammed-like, suspended between
earth and sky. The Duke of Alva
not the great duke, but one who died
in Paris in 1739 was, by his own
direction, interred in a shirt of the
finest Holland, trimmed with a new
point lace; a new coat embroidered
in silver; a new wig; his cr.ne on the
right, his sword on the left side of
his collin. The beautiful Konigs
marck lies buried at Quedlinburg
amid a mass of the richest Angleterre,
Malins and guipure; and the cele
brated Mrs. Oldfield "was laid in her
collin in a very fine Brussels lace
head, a Holland shirt with a tucker
of double ruffles and' a pair of new
kid gloves."
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A MtEDEKEU's PnKENOIiOGICAL.
Character. Adin, who was hanged
in Ohio the other day for the mur
der of three women, whom he slew
in a fit of wrath, had some 'excellent
qualities if his phrenological chart
is accurate. The phrenologist says
to him. "Y'ou are one of the most
independent of men, especially in
thought; have done your own think
ing from bo3hood; are ae independ
ent as a man can be; are quite ambi
tions; perfectly honorable; always
have made, will make, your word
3our bond; are trusted implicitly by
all who know 3ou, to ten times more
than jou are worth, because 3011 al
ways pa3; are just as honest and hon
orable as at.y man can be, and are as
firm as the everlasting hills, especial
ly in matters involving right and
dut3'."
Tho Russian Ambassador in Lon
don desires to be recalled as his posi
tion there is intolerable.
How the Serrice Feels About
Custer.
Remarks of a General
The truth about Custer is, that he
was a pet soldier, who had risen not
above his merit, but higher than
men of equal merit. lie fought with
Phil Sheridan and through the pat
ronage of Sheridan he rose, but
while Sheridan liked his valor and
his dash ho never trusted his judg
ment. Ho was to Sheridan what
Murat was to Napoleon. While
Sheridan is always cool, Custer was
always aflame. He was like a ther
mometer. He had a touch of ro
mance about him, and when the war
broke out he used to go about dress
ed like one of Bj ron's pirates in the
Archipelago, with waving, shining
locks, and a broad, flapping sombre
ro. Rising to high command early
in life, he lost the repose necessary
to success in high command. Why,
I remember when we were chasing
Lee, and had him up against Appo
mattox, Custer rushed into the rebel
lines and wanted Longstrcet to sur
render the whole army to him. Y'ou
see Custer imagined that if he could
frighten Longstreet into a surrender
all he would have to do would be to
turn over the whole rebel gang to
Grant, but Lonpstreet, who had won
derful sense, quietly told the furious
young man that he did not command
the arm3 to surrender it, and that
Lee was off to see Grant on the same
business. Then Caster must rush
into politics, and went swinging
around the circle with Johnson, lie
wanted to be a statesman, and, but
for Sheridan's influence with Grant,
the Republicans would have thrown
him; but 3-011 see we all liked Custer,
and did not mind his little freaks in
that way aii3 more than wo would
have minded temper in a woman.
Sheridan, to keep Custer in his
j)laco, kept him out on the plains at
work. lie gave him a fine command,
one of the best cavalry regiments-in
the service. The colonel, Sturges,
was allowed to bask in the sunshine
in a large city, while Custer was the
real commander. In this service did
well, and vindicated the partiality of
Sheridan as well as the kind feelings
of his friends. But Grant's admin
stration began to go down, and it
looked like a new deal. The old
spirit which sent Custer swinging
around the circle revive d in him.
He camo East and took a prominent
part in reforming the arni3. Well,
that is all right in theory; but, you
see, when a soldier goes out of sol
diering he is sure to blunder. It is
like trying to run a horse-car on
cobble-stone pavement. Soldiers said
that the war department might be
foul enough, but it was not their
place to clean it out. The3 were
soldiers, not scavengers. This made
feeling, and drew upon Custer the
anger of the inside forces of the ad
ministration. Then he must write
his war memoirs. Sherman did it,
and Frederick and Napoleon, and
WI13' should not Custer? So people
began to cry "Dime novel!" at him.
Well, in these memoirs, he began to
write recklessly about the army. He
took to praising McClellan as the
great man of the war. Probably he
was; but it was no business of Cus
ter, and, coming as it did when the
Democrats began to look lively, it
annoy-ed tho administration. Grant
grew so much anno3ed that even
Sheridan could do no good, and Cus
ter was disgraced. Instead of com
manding tho Yellowstoneexpedition,
as he expected to do as he always
had done under similar circumstan
ces, he was made a subordinate.
Technically it was not a disgrace,
for Custer was onhy a lieutenant
colonel, and of course any colonel
could rank him. All that Grant did
was to put Terry, a general, over
Custer, a lieutenant-colonel, who
had his regiment all the same, but
things considered, it was a disgrace.
Custer felt it, and went out to the
field to do some tremendous thing,
astonish tho country and overwhelm
the administration. So, when he
saw some Sioux camps, instead of
waiting for Gibbon or for Terry,
who would have shared or usurped
his honors, he rushed in without
knowing or caring. It remiads me
very much of the charge of the light
brigade at Balaklava. That was all
because of a row between Lord Car
digan, who commanded the brigade,
and Lord Lucan, who commanded
tho division.
Itich tVitlioHt Money.
Many a man is rich withou t money.
Thousands of men with nothing in
their pockets, and thousands with
out even a jacket, are rich. A man
born with a good, sound constitution,
a good stomach, a good heart, and
good limbs, and a prett3 good head
piece, is rich. Good bone3 are better
than gold; tough muscles than silver;
and nerves that flash fire and carry
energy' to ever3 function, are better
than houses and land. It is better
than a landed estate to have the right
kind of a father and mother. Good
breeds and bad breeds exist among
men as really as among herds and
horses. Education may do much to
check evil tendencies, or to develop
good ones; but it is a great thing to
inherit the right proportion of facul
ties to begin with. The man is rich
who has a good disposition who is
naturally kind, patient, ..cheerful,
hopeful, and who has a flavor of wit
and fun in his composition.
Tho hardest thing to get on with
in this life is a man's own self. A
cross, selfish fellow a desponding
and complaining fellow a timid and
care-burdened man these, remarks
a contemporaiy, are all born deform
ed on the inside. The3 do not limp,
but their thoughts do. .
A barrel of flour produces, on an
average, 218 loaves of bread weigh
ing IS ounces each.
Sleep Walkers.
Somnambulists frequently perform
feats in their sleep which they shrink
from during waking hours, in a part
of France where men are much ac
customed to walk on stilts, over
swampy ground, a somnambulist ono
night walked across a swollen torrent
on stilts; 011 awaking, he found him
self too much afraid to recross the
same torrent by daylight. Another
man was in the habit of rising in the
night; he dressed while asleep, went
down to the cellar, drew wino from
cask, walked back, undressed, went
back to bed again, and knew nothing
about it in the morning. Ohco when
ho did this, ho woke in the cellar,
and found more difficulty in retrac
ing his steps in the dark than he had
when asleep. Simply walking in
sleep is a common phenomenon; but
working, acting, or doing, as well as
walking, iH more rare. A man dream
ed that ho saw a child fall into the
river; he got up, thrsw himself again
on the bed, as if in the act of swim
ming, seized hold of a bundle of
clothes at.tlie end of the bed, treated
it as if it were the drowning. eliilJ,
held it with one hand, while seeming
to swim with the other, and put it
down as if safely landed on the river
Rule; he began shivering and teetlr
chattering, and said out audibly r "It
is freezing cohl! let me have a littler
brandy;"' and finally returned to bed
again. A young military officer in
the citadel of Bren&tein was seen bv
his brother officers to rise from bet!
in his sleep, go to a window, open it,
clamber to a roof by the aid of a win
dow cord, seize hold of a magpie's
nest with its young, descend to the
room, wrap the young birds in a
cloak, and go to bed again. An Ital
ian apothecary frequently arose in
his sleej and compounded medicines.
A very remarkable case is that of an
English stone mason who was told
by his employer, ono evening, to go
the next morning to a neighboring
churchyard and measure the quantity
of work done to a wall. Waking in
the night, he was astonished to find
himself dressed, in the open air, and
in the dark. The church clock struck
two, and then he knew he was in the
churchyard. When a gleam of sum
mer daylight came, he found that he
had measured fh wall accurately
with a measuring rod, and properly
entered the items in a book. This is
one of the few cases where a somnam
bulist "caught himself in tho act."
Mceal's Focijth Wife. A few
3ears ago an English woman named
; Tompkins, who kpt a shop at Pera,
summoned from lv,ngland to aid her
in her business a 3-oung niece who
proved to be extremely pretty and
no less intelligent. Soon after her
arrival she took it into her head to
stur.y Turkish, representing to her
aunt that such knowledge would bo
of great advantage to their trade, as
the Turkish ladies would naturally
prefer to make their purchases where
they could be understood without"
the aid of an interpreter. As tho
young girl was at once clever, ambi
tious and indnsf riotrs, she soon suc
ceeded in acquiring the language,
and numbers of the female members
of the noblest Turkish families camo
to tho English shop. One day the
pretty niece went to the harem of
Prince Murad fo take home somo
articles ordered by his principal wife.
She never returned, and when her
aunt went in search of her she re
ceived a cool message of farewell
from tho 3oung lady herself, who
had become the fourth wife of tho
heir to the throne, who is tho pres
ent Sultan.
Too Strong a DTtEA5r. A friend
of ours, a bank clerk is dead in lovo
with a pretty girl on Pine street.
Tho other evening he called upon
her with the air of a man who had
hit m"on a happy idea. "Do you
know, Jennie," said he, "that in a
dream I had last night, you allowed
me to kiss 3our pretty cheek."
"Well, your dream must come true,
I suppose," and she presented her
snowy faco to his lips, "And now,
Willie, I too had a fanny dream last
night." "What Mas it, dear?" "1
dreamed that you brought me a dia
mond bracelet." "Oh, thunder,"
exclaimed the frightened clerk, "you
dream too strong for mo."
George Francis Train, so asserts
Jennie June in tho Baltimore Amer
ican, "is now generally considered a
lunatic." She sa3-s that ho sits ten
hours every day on a shaded bench
in Madison Park, etting children
who play there. He will shake hands
with no adult, for fear it might tako
strength out of him; and he says he
is developing a will-power that will
in time enable him to kill an3'body
by a mere exertion of his mind.
Don't be afraid of a little fun at
home, good people! Don't shut up
your house lest the sun should fade
your carpets, and your hearts, lest
a hearty laugh should shake down
some of the musty old cobwebs there!
If 3011 want to ruin 3-our sons, let
them think that all mirth and social
enjoyment must be left on the thresh
old without when they come home at
night. If enjoyment is not found at
home, it will be sought elsewhere.
Transplanting Trees. The Buil
der recommends people who trans
plant trees to mark the north side of
each tree before it is taken up, and
place it in its natural position. A
large proportion will then live, as,
by ignoring this, transplanted trees
generally perish."
A young Scotch farmer, having set
his affections upon a young lady, re
cently proposed marriage without
tho usual preliminaries. The lady,
equally frank, rejoined: "'Deed.
Jamie, I'll take 3e, but ye maun gio
me my dues o courting for a' that.
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