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M’MINNVILLE, OREGON, SEPTEMBER 24, 1886.
WEST SIDE 'TELEPHONE. I
A brown ha’red, blue-eved wee one.
Grown weary, and t red ot p a>,
''Imb( I up on iny knee to a»k tne
In her simple, ehlldisb way:
"Have you any trends in Heaven.
That you aotnet.mes want to see?’
Canyon guess how the question thr.lled m.
Like a minor melody ?
EVERY TUESDAY AND FRIDAY
Garrison’s Building. McMinnville, Oregon,
1 thcught. as I sat In the twilight.
With t hut wee one on my knee.
Of in' little* blue eyed baby
Whoae summers numbered three:
She went from my arms lo heaven
Ono spi uv-time years ago,
And left in my heart that sorrow
That only mothers know.
Fubliahsrs and Proprietors.
One year........................................................... |2 00
Six month*................................................................ I
I tlioneht how the baby a fnthei
Grew lonesome, and longed to bo'd
On<’e more on hia breast our baby
With hulr of sun«ei gold
And one summer ey* he left nn
To search for our baby of three
And I know full well he found her
But he never came back to be.
Entered in the Poetofflce at McMinnville, Or.,
ah aeoond-claHH matter.
H. V. V.
JOHNSON, M. D.
Northwest ooruer of Second and B Ht recta,
M c M innville
Do I ever went to e«e them?
Oh I child of the violet e es.
My heart lias gone on before me
To the hills of Parnd se
Some day I shad feel their k’ases
Drop balm on my weary heart.
Mine only, and m<ne forever.
Though eai’th and Heaven apart.
Rexfora, in Hom. Visitor.
Muy be found at his office when not absent on pro-
LITTLEFIELD & CALBREATH,
M c M innville and L afayette , or .
J. F. Galbreath. M D.. office over Yamhill County
Bunk McMinnville, Oregon
H. R. Littlefield, M. !>., office ou Main street,
Why the Blue-Eyed Little Lady
Was Christened “ Our Hope.”
When Hope Harris was bo:rn, they
said she was a poor little thing and
could never amount to much. As ta
Physician and Surgeon,
whether they meant “much” in regard
[M c M innville
oregon . to flesh and blood, or the size and
Office and residence on I) street. All calls promptly amount of brains, was not explained;
auRwered day or night.
but they said it with pitying faces and
low voices, and mourned with the moth
DR. G. F. TUCKER,
er that the child was so insignificant.
Wiiy they named her Hope, is quite
as lmrd to tell, unless in the small en
deavor to make her hopeful in some
Office-Two door® east of Bingham’s furniture
Laughing gan administered for painless extraction.
She was little, and weak, and gentle;
no one asked for her opinion in regard
CHAS. W. TALMAGE,
to anything; no one took it if it was
given. She was just “little Hope” to
her mother and father and half dozen
Conveyancing and Abatracta a Specialty
brothers and sisters—sweetly pretty,
with eyes like bits of the skies—deep,
DLLICTntG ATTENDED TO PROMPTLY!
unfathomable—hair like the soft, yel
Office—Manning Building, Third street.
low silk of the corn swaying down in
the meadows, clear, delicate com
plexion, and a gentle smile that suited
well her wee round figure ind tiny
ST. CHARLES HOTEL
Her big, broad-shouldered brothers
laughed at and teased her; her tall,
91 and $2 Hou-e. Single meals 25 cents.
graceful sisters snubbed her unceas
'¡a* Sample Rooms for Commercial Men ingly.
She was “only Hope” to them all.
F. MULTNER. Prop.
From childhood she grew to girlhood.
S. A. YOUNG-, M. D.
:eal Eslate and Insurance Agent,
fie Leading Hotel of McMinnville.
•• Standing with reluctant rent.
Where the brook and river meet.
Womanhood «nd eh ldhood awaet."
At home they gave her up as incor
rigible, and left her to her own devices.
All those small, apparently useless
things that slip into the day's occupa
tion of a large household fell to Hope.
UpStairs in Adams' Building,
Up and down stairs went her tireless
feet, performing those duties which
none of the others would do, as being
too mean and trivial for their notice,
yet without which the household wheel
[»ring bought out A O. Windham, T am prepared to
could not have gone round. If there
do all work in tint-class style.
was a catch in the wheel, or the hubs
adits’ and Childrens’ Work a Srecialty! were
loose, it was Hope alone who
Hot and Cold Baths always ready for 25 cents.
could mend and oil the machinery.
VKKY MAX AX A ICT 1ST.
Her fingers were the ones that caught
C. H. Fleming,
up the dropped stitches in her mother’s
Third street near C, McMinnville, Oregon.
knitting; her quaint little ballads were
the music which soothed her father's
heart; her soft words healed many a
quarrel between her brothers, even as
her needle mended the rents in their
clothes. Still, to herself, as well as to
them, she was “only Hope,” of little
Crockery and Glassware. account, and less use in the big, wide
f All goods delivered in th® city.
Her brothers and sisters married, one
after the other; the oldest sister with
her husband and children came to live
the old homestead, and Hope lived
USTER POST BAND, at
on there, too, without any desire to
The Best in the State,
marry or change her lot. She was
prepared to furnish music for all occasions at reason quite contented; of little use, nerhaps,
able rates. Address
but then it was home—they all knew
her, she did not have to explain that
knew almost nothing, was not wise
Business Manager, McMinnville.
in any way. Yet her brothers’ and
sisters’ children seemed to find no one
in whom they confided as in her, even
while they, too, fell in with the general
custom, and called her "only Aunt
Time passed on, swinging his scythe
and. lo, in his path rose war. loosening
the lash from his hounds! In place of
Corner Third and D streets, McMinnville
the church-bells thundered the cannon,
while dense smoke hung, fog-like, over
OGAN BROS. & HENDERSON. the hills that echoed back the ringing
of steel on steel, the snorts of the horses,
the shouting of men!
Hope's brothers went out from the
The Best Rigs in the City. Orders corn-fields and laid down the plow for
the sword. There were wet eyes and
imptly Attended to Day or Night,
sad hearts at the homestead, but the
country called out for her sons, and
these broad-shouldered laddies must go.
and the wives and daughters, the moth
ers and sisters, smiled bravely through
al) their tears.
Hope grew daily silent and thonght-
fnl. her blue eyes wide and wistful.
“What ails you, child?” asked her
mother one day, as they al' (at out on
A Ntrtrtly Trmperaure Resort.
the shady piazza, busily plying the
>®s good.?) Church members to the contrary not shining needles through the band.« of
linen that were to go as bandages to
the wounded soldiers far away.
“Nothing, mother,” answered Hope,
smiling as she turned down a hem and
‘Orphan«,’ II Olli <•
went on sewing.
"But something doe« ail you,” said
Mrs. Harris, her aged eyes searching
eagerly the fair young face.
face, "You are
alwavs quiet, Hope, but lately, a stone
could hardly be duller than you."
“You don’t play with us or tell us
stories either. Aunt Hope.” chimed in
a childish voice at her knee, “an' I
Flm door sooth of Yamhill County Bank Building.
went to your room last night 'cause I
M c M innville . O regon
couldn't sleep, an' there you was at the
FRIENDS IN HEAVEN.
ii <_> o rr,
ivery, Feed and Sale Stables,
H. H. WELCH
window looking out, so 1 went oack to
bed an’ didn’t ’sturb you. Aunt Hope."
“Are you at last in love. Hope?"
asked one of her sisters, laughing.
“No, ’ said Hope, simply. Then she
sat silent awhile.
When she spoke again, her blue eyes
were looking across the wheat fields to
the distant line of hills.
“Mother,” she said softly, “I have
decided a question whieh has troubled
me very much lately. A wav off be
yond those hills lie tin- battle-fields and
the camps where our wounded men are
lying, dying day after day because there
are so few to nurse them back to life.
You have my sisters here, I can be of
so little use to you or them, and it is
mv dutv to go and do what I can for
our soldiers. Do not try to dissuade
me,” as they started up in surprise and
horror. “My mind is made up to do
this thing, and I must go. I have
written to one of the nurses, and she
tells me gladly to go. You can not
miss me, and perhaps as there are so
few there, I can be of some little serv
And so she went; unclasping the
clinging fingers of thechildren, smilirg
>ack at the group gathered on the rose-
wined piazza of the time-worn home
stead, over whose threshold her light
feet had so often passed and so gaily.
How strange the old home seemed
without her! How plainly the big
rooms told of the absence of a small,
gentle woman, whose voice and eyes
aot being there, left so little music and
“Yet," they said, comforting one
another, “Hope was so helpless and
weak, she surely can not stand the
strain on her strength, or be of any use
there in the hospital tents on the battle
field, and will soon return,”
But the days and weeks went by and
still Hope Harris did not return, worn
and weary, to the old farm-house, as
her parents and sisters and friends ex
pected. Instead, she flitted in and out,
to and fro, among the soldiers lying
helpless upon the rude beds; like an
angel of mercy, with eyes like the
skies, and hair like stray gleams of
She grew brave in the midst of danger.
Her real womanlv nature asserted itself
as she ministered to the wounded and
dying. There she found her work
which had slipped past her at home.
Her hands were small, perhaps, and
slender, but strength lay under the
delicate bine-veined flesh, while there
reposed in the dainty finger-tips a
magic power that charmed away many a
headache from broad, manly brows.
A woman’s hand is an exquisite poem,
with rare, sweet rhythm in curves and
The hands of Hope Harris were small
and womanly, but the work they ac
complished was a wonderful work.
Two sturdy young men were wounded
and brought to the tents one day, the
one with his right leg gone, the other
minus his left arm.
A nurse was needed. The surgeon
called for Nurse Harris, and without
one word of warning or preparation,
little Hope, white-faced, but steady,
bent over the bedside where lay broad-
“Hope!” he cried, amazed, starting
up only to fall back helpless among the
pillows, the red blood staining the torn
blue sleeve, while Hope, her lips trem
bling, but with steady hands, helped
the surgeon in his work of dressing the
terrible wound. And when that was I
finished and the big fellow lying quiet,
they went to the other poor soldier,
and up into Hope’s set face looked the
bonnie blue eyes and features, stern
from pain—of him who had been his
mother’s pride and darling—glad-
hearted. mischief-loving Jim!
The surgeon said afterward that he
wondered how she stood it, so dainty
and so small she looked, bending above
the painfully set face of the man lying
helpless before her. and added, as
he brushed something from his eyes,
that the hungry look on the big
fellow's face as she leaned down to
him was enough to make the hardest
heart ache. But the recovery of the
two young fellows, he said, was en
tirely due to the untiring care of the
gentle nurse. While away off in the
farm-house Hope was blessed with tears
and prayers for the good that she had
And when the battle was over and al 1
met around the hearthstone in the big
homestead, bound in rose vines, the
hearts of each and all s elled with un
utterable love and gratitude to the
small, gplden-haired, blue-eyed little
lady, who ever afterward was tenderly
cherished as “our Hope,” to never
again be “only Hope!”— F. R. Ludlum,
in tin Woman's Magazine.
DENSITY OF POPULATION.
An Interestinc Stiidv for Student» of the
TOWER OF BABEL.
Deaerlptlon of th. (pierr S. ruct ure r.alinrd
for tlie I’ tris Kspoaltlon.
No feature of tb> plans for the gie-'t
jxposition of 18X9 is so much talk« d
about, as the gigantic tower, one thou
sand feet high, or twice the height ■ t
the pyramids of Egypt, designed ly
M. Eifl'el, engineer of the Department of
Arts and Manufactures, to decorate the
Champs de Mars.
As the workmen will soon begin dig
ging the foundations of this tow< r, a
description of the plan will be of interest.
The base of iron is composed of four
pyramids, each one square, fifty fc t
a side, and diminishing towards the to i,
which is twenty feet a side. These four
pyramids are separated from each oth r
by a space of three hundred feet, ai 1
for stability they are anchored in solid
masonry. Two hundred and thiriv
feet above the ground these pyramids
are united by a gallery fifty feet wid •.
This gallery, whieh is covered with glass,
will be used for restaurants, soirees, e:
The next story has a room, covered u tn
glass, one hundred feet square. At the
summit is a glass dome, with terrace,
and from this terrace the exposition w ill
be lighted by electricity.
Visitors will reach
means of elevators, Four of the e
elevators, constructed like the Sw «s
railways, will be placed in tho four pyr
amids, and we can go seven times as
high as the Column Vendome and stand
six hundred feet higher than the top of
Mont Valerien. The eyes can sweep
the horizon for a hundred miles, and
Compiegne, Rheims, Fontainebleau,
Chartres, Dijon, with the little village«
lost in the woods, and the rivers, wan
dering through the valleys, will all seem
a continuation of Paris. Ten depart
ments ot France will be at our feet.
There have been no accidents with this
system of railway, because the car is
drawn by a cable and the axle attached
to a steel hook, so if the cable breaks
the car remains fastened to this hook.
That is the system for the elevators,and
in addition to the four placed in the
pyramids, a fifth will take visitors from
the center directly to the summit.
In the cupola astronomers will be
established with their telescopes,
pluriometres. etc. This observatory,
fitted with a metallic armature.destined
to receive all the atmospheric electricity,
which will be surrounded by a paraton-
nerre. Experiments heretofore impos
sible can be made here; atmospheric
electricity, speed of the wind, Fone-
aults experiment to demonstrate that
the earth revolves, all can be studied.
Spectroscopes, destined to analyze the
light of the sun and stars, and an
enormous telescope, to follow stars
which could hardly be perceived from
the other observatories, will be placed
in this cupola. Another interesting
study will lie that of the variat on of
temperature, with altitude. The tower
will form an immense paratonnerre,
and when there is a storm everybody in
tlie tower will be struck by lightning
and not feel any cfl'ect To produce
this result the conductor will tie inter
rupted for a distance of two yards and
the lightning will jump from one sec
tion to the other, with continual ex
The iron used in the construction of
this gigantic monument will weigh about
7,(XXI tons. Of course the critics are
very busy prophesying the failure of
the work. "Tlie tower will never he
finished; it can not be scientifically util
ized, for at the slightest wind there will
be an oscillation preventing all observa
tions.” M. Eifl'el answers by saying
that, with an impetuous wind of seven
ty feet a second and a pressure of a
hundred pounds on every sipiare yard,
the tower will not sway more than four
liiebes. Wiih a tempest—the wind a
hundred feet a second and a pressure of
one hundred and fifty pounds a yard —
the oscillation will not be more than six
inches. The oscillations will be very
s’ow because of the great length of the
part which vibrates, and it is cert a n
that it will be much leas than in columns
of masonry, where the elasticity of tLe
mortar is the chief cause of m rke I os
cillations. Cor. Philadelphia T ■ ».
How to Obtain a Glow* Superior to that
Imparted l>y I,uundry men.
Allow a teaspoonful of good starch to
each shirt and collar; use just enough
cold water to wet the starch, mash it
free from lumps, add for each shirt a
a piece of sperm or white wax as big as
a pea. and a quarter of a spoonful of
clean salt to three spoonfuls of starch,
pour on boiling water, stirring slowly
all the time; boil hard for tilt en ni n-
utes without scorching, sk'ni and strain
while hot: this can lie done only by li p
ping the strainer in cold water, while
the starch is in the bag, and squeeze it
immediately before it becomes hot.
Wet bosaoms and collars in hot water,
wring very dry, and starch while damp;
rub the starch well in and wring in a
dry towel, and remove all starch left on
the outside; spread out evenly, rubdown
with a dry cloth, and roll tightly to
gether: let lie two or three hours and
then iron, and you will have a gloss on
your shirts and collars equal in appear
ance and perhaps liettcr in qnally than
if it had been done at a Chinese laun
dry. The Hong* hold.
The following summary will be of in
terest to those who wish to compare
the relative density of the population
in different countries in Europe and
America. The number of inhabitants
given is that occupying a square kilo
meter, which is about .39 of a square
In Europe, Belgium is the most
densely populated country, and in
America. Chili. The mean density of
the population by countries is thirty-
two inhabitants to the square kilometer
— “I heerd to-day,” remarked Mrs.
in Europe. Doubtless the limited ex
tent of territory in Chili give it the ad Bangwhacker, “thet young Georg«
vantage of a more dense population, Sampson, who has only ben lo college
a year, writ home thet he is wedded to
because there is little waste territory.
his Alma Mater. D've know who «he
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is?” “No. an' I don't want to know,"
Holland........................ 125 ; Spa n............................ 32
112 Turkey in Europe Jfi
«aid Mrs. Wlia<’kbanger. “artertl.e way
Itaiy .......................... wt Sweden ...................... 10
he carried on with them Nipper gala las’
Germany .................. M Russ a ...................... 7
summer, an' all the time proh'lv en-
France .................... 71 J Chili..............................«8
S» t erland ...
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Í.iged to thet Almv What's-Her Name,
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t's eflough to make a body weep."—
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— The Sanitarian.
Great Orator’s formal Farewell
Speech iu the Senate.
Henry (.'lay rose in the Senate on the
31st of March, 1M2, to make his fare
well speech in a ehanibe, which lie had
entered forty-two years previoti ly,
although lie had not Iwen in Continuous
service since then. The Senate chain bar
presented a magnificent spectacle,
perhaps, upon the whole, a .more
brilliant one than had ever before been
exhibited there. Every sent was filled,
and ev.-ry avenue approaching the
chamber blocked up. Two hoursb fore
Mr. Clay began to sp nk. an exit or an
entrance were equally impossible to
those within or without. Perhaps so
limited a space was never so well idle I.
The gentlemen tilled the straight
gallery, which was better known as
“the Calcutta black hole,” to its utmost
capacity. The railings of the seats,
and the seats th< m-clvea were all
crowded, and the people seemed to bo
literally piled on» upon another. Th.'
lad es’ gallery was filleilalinostentire.y
with ladies, and the circle there pr -
sonted as much of grace, elegance mid
dignity as ever adorned any publ c
assembly. It was a scene which might
well have called forth the admiration
of the sterner and the conrsrsex below
and around. The chamber, before. Mr.
Clay rose, was literally wreathed in
smiles and beauty, ami it was a scene
beautiful to look upon, until the event
which had called so many together
took place, in the earnest, sweet-spoken
final farewell, whieh came from tho
lips of the orator and reached every
heart Along tho central entrance
to the chamber the crowd was
qnally dense, and upon either side
aere, though far out of sight, and out
of hearing, too, ladies were seated, all
anxious to catch atone of a voice wlii< h
for so many years had always told like
the sweetest notes of the lark in the
ears of the whole, female sex. Senators
of all parties gave the most respectful
attention, while the representatives
flocked in from the House and occupied
the privileged scats round about the
chamber. Then came the address for
it was more of an addre-s than aspeec i
— the published report of which is only
the body of a beautiful oration without
the soul. The spirit whieh kindled, the
fire which burned, are not there.
Words are as cold as marble without
the divine afflatus which could almost
give life and action to the dead. The
picture presented in such a congrega
tion of people was not onlvfair enough
tnd perfect enough in all its propor
tions to charm tlie eye, but it was a
scene which might have given, either
in the sympathy created or the pride
excited, a feeling but little less than
one ins; ¡red. The ladies, who were all
hope and buoyan y a moment before,
were now, “like Niobe, all tears.”
Mr. Clay in speaking of himself, of his
friends, of the noble State of Kentucky
where lie had been received as a son
forty-live years since, was himself quite
unmanned. Others were much more af
fected. and many of the old st Sennt< rs
were in tears many times while Mr,
Clay was speaking. Mr. Clay left the
storm and turmoil of public life, as Im
thought forever, with an enviable rep
utation for statesmanship, for patriot
ism and for eloquence, and his last act
was to present the credentials of .Mr.
Crittenden as his successor, and to
speak of him in the most excellent
terms. Seven years later Mr. Clay re
turned to the Senate and served until
ie died. — Rea: Perley Poore, in Boston
How Jiulgr Mujfglna Decided a Very I’u».-
xllng «Mule Case.
A legal adjustment of differences was
sometimes very difficult for a man lo
obtain in the early days of California -
as it is elsewhere nt times owing to lo
cal peculiar ties.
Two Mexicans who had been lucky
in digging.d.spute«! the possession <>f an
aged mute, not worth her keeping. The
case was brought before a learned mag
istrate named Muggins, who, before
listening to the trial, demanded that
each claimant should pay three mim es
of gold-dust for “cost of court.”
Each party was then allowed to state his
side of the ca-c in his native language, of
which Judge Muggins did not under
stand a word. I his done, his Honor
informed them, through an interpreter',
that the case must be decided by a jury.
Two ounces more having been paid
to nice. ths"extia expense,” twelve
good men and true were summoned.
These persons decided that the cv deuce
was so conflicting that neither man
owned the mule, but that, in strict jn«
tice. th" pla ntifl and defendant should
draw lots lor tlie bony beast. I'll" fore
man furti'shed the str ws without exit«
Cost, and m.d a breathless silence, me
Mexicans drew lots.
rhe die w as east, and the case decided,
but when the w inner went proudly forth
to cla m his «piadruped. it wa« discover
ed that a more subtile "Greaser” nad
«mien the mill». Youthf Companion.
—Mrs (hidden Rich is the num. u« „
adv who resides in Boston.
— Mrs. Sarah West, who recently
1<d in New Washington, Ind., aged
■inety-nine years, was never fifty miles
from her home, where she was born
—Miss Kitty Austin, eighty-three
years o' i, stepped over from her home
in Clarksburg!«, Md., to Rockville lo
call on some friends. These villages
are just fourteen mites apart.
Mr. Benoni Austin, of North
Woo«lstock, Conn., ninety-five year»
old. stands at the head of five genera-
! lions, having a living son, grandson,
| great and great-gre*. graud»ons.
The Noble Steed Which an Ague Sufl'erar
Was About to Brave.
I had never been on a horse in my
life, and when the doctor proposed to
change his mode of treatment from
quinine to horse-back exercise I was a
little dubious as to the outcome.
My bump of caution is very large, re
sulting in a rare development of my
running qualities. I, like so many
other self-made men, do not know what
fear is. but I alw ays have a precipitate
inclination to show a dangerous foe how
my coat fits in the back, and am always
very generous in lending enchantment
to the view, distance being no object,
just no there's enough ot it between us.
Contrary to report. 1 am not reckless,
but when close pressed bv a too inquis
itive dog, 1 have been known to scale a
ten-rail fence with an abandon that
would reflect glory on a survivor of the
noble Six Hundred.
Now the time had come to show my
nerve. Tho change from two-gram
pills to a full-grown horse would have
dismayed most people, but my great
grandfather landed on Plymouth llock
juct a trifle ahead of the May Flower,
didn’t like the soil and came west, and I
resolved not to disgrace him. Our
neighbor owned a horse whose daily
business consisted in running a wood
saw ing-innchine, and I resolved, despite
my wife’s entreaties, to borrow the ani
mal on the following Smiday. Theoon-
tract was made without trouble. 1 took
every precaution to have things go right,
and. under pretense of watching them
saw wood, 1 narrowly scanned the ac
tions of the horse in the box. He was a
picturesque looking animal; a beautiful
range of hills running along his back
while the landscape on either side was
much broken and diversified. He had a
f;ood steady gait, and making my caten
ations from the number of revolutions
the wheel at the saw made, I judged he
could make the mile post in2:29. That
t-eemed like pretty quick time, and
when 1 told my wife about it she begged
me not to go. But I remembered
Plymouth Rock, and went next day
to gain more pointers. The horse
a “diamond in the rough. ’ I
think you could have scratched a plate
glass window with most any corner of
him. 1 always noticed a peculiar gleam
in the eye of the soap-grease man when
lie looked at him, and he was a connois
seur. The horse had a pathetic droop
to his upper lip, and must have bad a
h story. On his right flunk was a brand
of an ark with a rainbow in the back
ground, indicating great antiquity. I
took him an ear of corn one day, and
when I held it up to his good eye, he
did not recognize it. They were plainly
strangers, and the horse jumped buck
as though he thought it was loaded.
As 1 watched, the possibilities in that
horse grew, as likewiso did my admira
tion. Traveling, as he always did, up
hill, the sections of his haek-bone had
kind o' settled towards his tail and
seemed to have little life in them. But
just let the saw strike a knot in the log,
and the way he'd couplo that train of
bones and start up grade would ring a
cheer from a six-driver locomotive. I
think bo dissipated on "anti-fat,” and
when he'd gather up his forces for a
final spurt he'd make Hnverly’s “bones”
green with envy.
My wife, meanwhile, was busy pre
paring for my Sunday excursion. She
hail a life-preserver rolled up to put un
der tlie tail-board of the saddle, some
bandages and splints, a canteen of cold
tea ami a bottle of patent liniment. I
suggested, scarcastically, that a fog
horn would add to the general cfl'ect of
the collection, but she said the almanac
said Sunday would be a clear day, so I
subsid«-d. These preparation« for war
looked so much like reality that I be
gan to inquire into the habit« of the
horse more closely. They said he got
loose one night and ate up a tub of
soft -o.ip; ate all the bristles off of the
hog'« back and the brush end of tho
broom. All this from pure viciou-ness.
for they had given him a pintcup level
full of oats two days before. He snap
ped a straw hat off of the preacher’s
boy'.« hi ad and swallowed it—buckles
and all. It was cons'dered utter reck-
les-ne-s to leave kindling-wood or
shavings within his reach. From this
lime on I had no peace. Could I, as the
head of a family, even in an attempt to
regain my health, risk my life on such
Saturday n ght I slept but little, but
Sunday mom ng brought relief. Some
bail bov« had broken into tho horse's
stable tlm previous night and poured a
peek of oats into his feed box. They
(mind him dead and the oats untouched.
The verdii t <>f the soap-grease man at
the po-t-nmrti ni examination was that
he enme to hi« death from palpitation
of the heart superinduced by fright. In
i *11 Ifs long life he had never seen >o
many oats before. — < or. Peek's Sun.
An American Drama ot To-day.
The Actress—A new play? Pray
don't ask me to rend it Can't you
give me a synopsis of the most striking
The Author—With pb a-ure. In the
first act there is a corn colored silk cos-
tome. In the e<<>nd there are two
Iresses, i-iclml ng the very latest wraps
and p u.uioLs. The liter, st in the third
act fails oil' to a r d ng habit, but in the
our.h and fifth acts t ier« are no leas
tiuin : rec complete c >-t mies. ami all
made by Worth. 1 think it w II be a
T e A tre~s—Name your pric x s r.
I'll take it - Phdadeph a < a l.
T 10« young men of Boson ri ei-nt*
y rode th - i- bicv'-le. lro.n th <t o»t«r to
Yew < >r.< .ns. a <1 tane» > f ouu tbou-
„neu burnire 1 mid.