The Telephone=register. (McMinnville, Or.) 1889-1953, January 21, 1887, Image 1

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    9EHI-WBEKLY
WEST SIDE
VOL. I
[WEST SIDE TELEPHONE.'
M’MINNVÏLLE, OREGON, JANUARY 21, 1887.
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,
DENTIST,
'le Leading Hotel of McMinnville.
HOTOGRAPHER
/USTER POST BAND,
m Feed and Sale Stables,
OGAN BROS. & HENDERSON,
ORPHANS’ HOME”
NO. 64.
f
among Dr. Thornton a memories,' Allss
St) les said, bowing in acknowledgment
—Issued-----
■ f that gentleman's greeting.
“Never having seen you,” Miss Dor­
¡VERY TUESDAY AND FRIDAY
“®° •orry,t my dear,” said bustling
little Mrs. Dorman, when she had enun> man went on, “I had to call on another
her guetta to her friend, Mia genius who had, though after all he
girrisea's Bnildum, McMinwille, Oregon, erated
Styles,
who
had just arrived. So sorrj would only be general, and selected
-BY-
about Alec Thornton; know you didn't what would suit any belle, wasn’t that
"alniHJf« A Tixvner, like him—bad taste, by the way—but 1 it. doctor?—‘fair and fickle’ he says they
Pxbliaksrs and Proprietors.
make my parties ae I do my cake, jusl are,” she added, much surprised at the
by a receipt, and that says, Don’t mind expression she saw on Dr. Thornton's
face and not in the least understand­
güMORIPTION RATES :
conflicting tempers. ”
ing it.
Miss Styles put out a detaining hanc
Miss Styles turned to the gentleman at
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75 as her friend was about to leave her.
her side, an«J took up the flowers again
Catherine,
I
have
not
seen
Ale<
lu lb. Postofflc. at McMinnville, Or.
as she said:
Thornton for ten years," Miss Styles be
M •Mund-ulass matter.
“At least we are charming while we
gan slowly, “and you must heat how 1 «ast, and if too muoh sunshine ia fatal,
saw him last. We were engaged foi the weakness is human; where is the
1 V. V. JOHNSON, M. D one happy month in Florence. I be­ man
who can endure unlimited pros­
lieve I really loved him and thought that perity F
tf.rlk.eal ooru.r of Ssoond and B
he loved me. He did not need mj
“Give the figure a sentimental turn, w
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money, and it had not then become th« the gentleman suggested, “and for pros­
fashion,” she said a little bitterly, “tc perity read affection, the morning glory
Mu «• found si hi. office when not abMnt on pro
JXtel kiukiMS
admire me. A little misunderstanding, illustration Is not happy.”
growing out of my possessing a photo­
“I shall certainly claim thick clouds
graph of an Englishman whom Alec dis and rainy weather at once, and my
LITTLEFIELD & CALBKEATH,
liked very much, ended like most lovers' ‘glory’ will thrive the better. The closer
Physicians and Surgeons, quarrels. After a few days coldness w« analysis develops new charms,” the
were reconciled and exchanged pledget young lady continued, “and I feel my­
M c M innville and lafayette . or
—blue violets for him, for me white ones. self indebted to Dr. Thornton for the
J I
M. D . office over Yamhill County I keep mine as a commentary on human
compliment he has paid my. womanly
lank MaMlDuville. Oregon.
E R Littlefield, M. D., office on Main »trost, nature’s fidelity. We had made friend? nature."
iyatW, Oregou.
one morning. That afternoon, when go­
That gentleman bowed again as he
ing to drive with mamma, wishing tc said, “They are beautiful certainly, but
S. A. YOUNG, M. D.
give still greater proof of my submission unenduring, despite your ingenious ar-
I left on the gallery table, where he gument."
could, if coming in my absence, be sure
Physician and Surgeon,
“Fragile is a better word," and the
to see them, a genuine woman’s note of young lady pinned a few blue-bells at
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submission, the photograph over which her throat.
Offlce »nd rwidenoe on D street. All oalli promptly we had quarrelled, I gave that he might,
“Violets would suit you perfectly,
Mwered day or night.
destroy it if he liked, and to my sacrifi­ Miss Styles,” Grace Dorman said sud
cial pile I added another testimonial to denly; “just match your eyes.
Dr.
dr g f tucker
rny fidelity, a trio of blue violets taken Thornton, “why didn't you tell me vio-
from my belt. Since that morning 1 lets,” she said reproachfully.
have never seen Alec Thornton; he left
“I dislike them,” the gentleman said
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Florence the next day. ”
I shortly, as for an instant his eyes biet
“
Giving
no
reason?
”
Oflee-Two doors east of Bingham’s furniture
those of Mary Styles.
“None, save a few words written on
“And with me they are favorite flow­
Laughing gas administered for painless extraction.
the back of my note. The significance
ers.” The- young, lady lifted a locket
of my action, he said, was unmistakable,
which hdng on her chain as she spoke
he bowed to my decision, atid since he
and, touching a spring, disclosed four
8T. CHARLES HOTEL
could not so suddenly face the inevitable
little pale faces in the glass case.
with fortitude, he must b’i me an in­
“You should wear violet rosee,” Miss
definite farewell.”
Dorman .said, taking the locket; “these
|l and |2 Rouie. Single meals 25 cents.
Little Mrs. Dorman was quite breath­ are white.”
less with interest and astonishment.
I m Ismpls Booms for Commercial Men.
“Yds, and old.
A charm against
“And you have never had any further fever,” she said, laughing gently, “not
F. MULTNER. Prop.
solution?”
worn for their beauty now.” As she
“None; to this day I have not solved spoke the glass case dropped from its
his
cowardice.
He
might
have
braved
place', and the four little heads fell on
W. V. PRICE,
the honest confession that he no longer tlie cloth, «¿rumbling to powder.
loved me, and I should have survived . “No matter, I assure you,” Miss Styles
it,” she said, in a bitterly sarcastic tone. hastened to reply to Miss Dorman's ex­
“I have forgiven him," she added, wav­ clamation. “I no longer need them. I
ing a hand as if dismissing the subject, hope Dr. Thornton.” she added inno­
UpStairs in Adams' Building,
“but my memory doesn't lose its teeth cently, “the faint .odor does not incon­
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with years, as Mr. Lowell says his does, venience you. I assure you they are very
and I much prefer not meeting Alec old—apd—dead." :
Thornton.”
She blew, tjie dust, from her as she
The explanation which Miss S'yleshad spoke.
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just given to her friend ha«l not been
“A physician should- learn to keep his
The Best in the State.
vouchsafed to
the Anglo-Florentine nerves well in hand,” that gentleman
jcepared to furnish music for all occasion» at reason
world, two years ago, when it became sai«i gravely. “I have been the indirect
able rates. Address
known there that Dr. Thornton had sud­ cause of the accident, it is just that I
V. J. ROWLAND, denly left town, and the news gradually should suffer thereby. May I pas* your
spread abroad that his engagement with chocolate?”
Biulneu Manager, McMinnville.
his beautiful cousin was at an end.
The fortnight was over, and the soft
To be sure, the young woman declared moonlight was flooding everything on
with ch urning naivete that she had been the lawn with its radiance, as Miss
M’MINNVÏLLE
jilted, but none thought she meant to be Styles, the evening before her departure
believed, and though she lost her roses, from Seven Oaks, ran lightly down the
she was gayer and more charming than gravel path to a summer house, in
ever, having during the following sea­ search of a shawl left there at after­
Corner Third and D streets, McMinnville
son a pair of counts at her feet.
noon tea. The wrap had been secured,
Mary Styles now no longer posed for anil she paused a moment on the broad
the blushing maiden. She was begin­ stone step, to note the effect ef the
ning. so jealous mammas declared, “to moonlight on the silvery thread which
Proprietors.
change her pink rose* ’rr saffron ones, wound at the foot of the garden, wher
and would soon hang u the charmed a voice at her elbow made her start. Sin
The Best Rigs in the City. Orders and charming circle by the eye-lids, recognized it at once. The getlemau
since her handsome blue eyes were the threw aside a cigar, as he said:
romptly Attended to Day or Night.
only feature time was leaving her unim­
“I almost feel your coming here as an
paired.”
inspiration. I was thinking of you.”
The women voted her horribly passee. He was standing by her now, and look­
the men—loved her still, called her a ing directly down upon her. "I have
miracle of loveliness, but so cold! To­ something to tell you, Mary; will you
BILLIARD HALL.
night she had arrived at 7 o’clock for a hear it?”
fortnight’s stay with her dear old friend
She stood with her face averted, her
A Strictly Temperance Resort.
and schoolmate, Mrs. Dorman.
gaze still fixed upon the river.
There were several guests already as­
“No, there could be nothing you could
■
Church members io the contrary not
withstanding.
sembled around the table when Miss have to say to me that I would wish to
Styles entered the breakfast-room next hear,” she said coldly.
morning and was assigned a place be­
“But there are duties one can not ig­
Mrs. Dorman’s 16-year-old daugh­ nore on a question of what is agreeiv
Orphans’ Home” tween
ter and an old friend, Mr. Triplett. A ble,” the gentleman went on, “and I
few introductions to those immediately ask you to hear me simply as a matter
TONBORIAL PARLOR8,
about her followed.
of duty."
“Miss Styles," Grace Dorman began,
“Duty is an odd word from you to
°®lj first elaM, and the only parlor-like shop in the
after a short space give: to greetings me.” Miss Styles turned, and met the
atty. None but
and weather, “I was taking the views full gaze of a handsome pair of grey
f’t-elMi Workmen Employed. of the company when you came in re­ eyes.
garding their trimmings. Mr. Triplett
“Yes, an unrecognized quantity be-
door »IU of YomhUl County Book Bulldint.
objects to blue thistle for hi* plate dec­ tween woman and man," the gentleman
M< MINNVULK, OREGON
oration. If you know him, as I see you said, “yet a woman at least owe* a hear­
H. H. WELCH. do. you will testify he could not be more ing to the man who loves her. What­
appropriately tnmmed.”
ever weight the words might carry,” the
Miss Styles’ handsome eyes, which young man went on, “and whether ill
—“Hush!” whispered a little girl to
* classmates, who were laughing 1« > matched her dress in color, were raised or well chosen I must speak. I tell you
prayer; “we should be polite to to her neighbor’s face as she said, smil- against reason, against my best judg­
ng:
ment, in defiance of pride. I tell you
“I must consult a floral album before that I love you unreasonably, blindly,
—There is not a church within fifty
“let of St Lucie, Fla., and hundred* venturing to commit myself, and shall with an intensity that conquer* pride
'persons in that region never beard a hope to find a compliment in my own and defies my judgment, with a love
«urroundings," she said, taking up two which, after ten years' waiting of sil­
ttaon — Chicago Time».
—The annual Yale catalogue shows •if the morning glories scattered about ence and separation and ever-present
the college numbers among its her plate. “How beautiful and how piti- sense of hopelessness, is still uncon-
’dents representatives of thirty-five ul that a thing so lovely should be so q'lered and enduring. I claim by these
four Territories, and eleven «hort-lived. ’The good die first—’” she feelings, which you alone have brought
quoted.
••■tries.
to life, the right to plead their cause. I
“ "But they whose hearts are only as claim this right, Mary,” he added, with
,*~*fcfre are nine churches of the
“r®'»n faith in Southern Indiana, summer’s dust, burn to the socket.'” infinite tenderness in tbe tone, “and beg
belong to the Joseph Smith or Mis* Dorman continued. “I prefer a to be allowed one more effort to win
ati-peiyg^my wing of the church.— tpnnkle of dust, and will flicker a while your love."
,n my candlestick, thank you. So, on
•"•'inopo/i., "journal.
“Those are strange words from you to
i~i"rom the beginning of it* Foreign reflection, though I was inclined to feel me, Alec Thornton. Are we acting a
“•*°"»ry work, ti fir-three years ago. jealous at first, you are welcome to the farceF
ragile compliment your vis-a-vis* has
“1* it then incredible that I stilt "love
■ American Methodist Episcopal
has expended in that cause «id your appearance this morning."
you? It is strange that my love has not
Miss Styles raised her eye* and met died, yet I must confess its vitality. In
’••*^-74A36.— ,V. F. Examiner.
~The agrienltnral schools of France mote of a gentlemen who was just tak­ the first hour of our meeting at Seven
■ ’”7 popular with the farmer* ing a place opposite to her. Dr. Aler ' Oaks I knew that my heart had neve-
1 dethroned its queen, that ho we v*r ct uei.
every person who has a farm of Thornton.
“I am flattered to have—remained j »be must always reign."
«■?'rn •• anxious to send at least one
“*• sons to an agricultural school.
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TELEPHONE
A MISUNDERSTANDING.
He paused an instant, as Miss Styles
said, sneeringly, “We grow quite dram
atic, how fortunately facts are. Your
vivid imagination has woven fancy col­
or* about a few days in your life and
■nine ten years ago.”
“No. I remember with painful accu­
racy,” the young man replied slowly, as
with folded arms he stood facing her.
"But what is pride when one loves, one's
very life is involved.”
Miss Styles measured her full height,
is she said scornfully:
“Your renunciation lias cost me noth­
ing. as you see.”
“My renunciation?" The tone was one
of great astonishment.
“The reflection is not flattering,” Miss
Sty lea continued. “Yet I am able to
.»ndure it with composure, though not
ipt to forget that my release from en­
gagement was gratuitous.”
"Gratutious? your release gratutious?"
the young man replied, “Unless you
have lost your candor, you must own
lliat I never released you."
“This borders on insult,” Alec Thorn
toil,” Miss Styles said quickly, and look
in., steadily into ths eyes that were fas
toned with equal earnestness on hei
own. “Fortunately I have your letter.”
“And I, equally unfortunately. Iiav.
no* vours, but I have what will, and di-
tell its own story—my rejected pledge,
the little violets.”
“Your rejected pledge?" Miss Style*
asked curiously.
“Yes, my rejected, returned plodge,"
he repeated. “Possibly circumstancei
which have been burned into my mem­
ory have escaped your*. I went to youi
house one evening, ten years ago, a
happy lover, believing implicitly in the
woman who had that morning, witli
words she knew well how to choose, dis­
pelled my doubts and, I think. parJon-
able jealousy. I found, when the serv­
ant answered ms, you had placed a full
explanation of your absence, the photo­
graph of my hated rival, and my poor
violets! There was no need for more—
thepe told their own story. You could
not face m* with the truth, th* English
captain had stolen your love from me,
or I had never possessed it, and you
chose this method of breaking the news.
I tried to return your flowers, but could
uot. The little ones folded in my hasty
farewell, scribbled on a stray sheet I
found on the table, were taken from a
vase on th* gallery. Yours lie where
your own fingers placed them that morn­
ing.
From that wretched hour of
awakening I vowed to forget you, but I
have not, alas, I can not Once more,
Mary, I ask you, may I try again to win
your love?”
There was a momentary silence, dur­
ing which Mis* Styles seemed oddly
moved. At length she said in a low
voice and looking quite away from her
companion:
“Do you mean that you did not read
the note T
“Can you m°an that you wrote me
one V* he asked eagerly.
“And the flowers you left were not
those I had given you F Her tone was
beginning to tremble perceptibly.
For answer he touched the spring of
his watch and showed, lying upon a bit
of white velvet Inside the extra case,
four little purple violets. “You laid
them there,” he said in a low, forcibly
calm tone.
Mary Styles dropped her face In her
bands, as she sa.d in broken tones,
“Oh, Alec, what have you thought of
me?”
“Consider rather what you may be
giving me reason to think of you,” the
young man answered, touching care­
lessly her soft hair; then after a mo­
ment, “Will you tell me if there was a
letter and what it said ?"
“There was one in the same sheet with
yours, if you had but turned it over."
“And it said—”
“Some very foolish words, I fear,"
Mis* Style* replied (lowly, and, lifting
her eyes for the first time to her com­
panion’s face, “but none of dismissal.”
“But the flowers." and hi* itrong,
brown finger* possessed themselves of
a strangely unresisting, slim, white
hand.
“Were taken from my belt a few mo­
ments before. Your flowers I kept until
—until a fortnight ago,” she said, smil­
ing up at him. “Do you not remember
them?“
“And I may replace them with the old
significance?”
“However could I imagine you had
not read my letter," Miss Styles said
after a while, still feeling something
very unreal in her altitude toward her
old lover.
“And how could you ever believe
that having done to I could leave Flor-
enceF
So Alec Thornton and Mary Styles
turned another leaf of life’s book—may
it prove a fair, unwritten sheet
91 a At Me 1 cry tnpieasant.
Snobley—Aw—aw—it must be very
unpleasant for you Americans to be gov­
erned by people—aw—whom you
wouldn’t ask to dinner.
American belle—Well, not more so
irrhaps, than for you in England to I m -
governed by people who wouldn’t ask
you to dinner.—Punch.
Ministers' Leap Tear.
The year in which August has fit
Sundays is called ministers' leap yes
tor. in effect, a week ia added to tt
usual vacation season. The present i
the third of successive year* in whir
the pastors’ holiday has thus been pr
longed.—Philade’phia Call.
Vi-gtee rauna 1,500,000 bushels
,e«u> •« • r rr.
MRS. PARTINGTON ANO IKE.
I
WHENCE!
A Visit to B. P. Sliiliaber—Chet with th« Fail, flower and book! the tai« to true!
What spirit call« my name!
A world away, across th* blue.
I made a pilgrimage to the lonely Bos­
The young moon lights her silver Asma
ton suburb of Newton Center not long I look Into the west and wait;
ago with an old and intimate friend of The wind to week, the day to late,
the humorist Of course I have known The silver moon to low,
And tow beside the orchard gate
all of my life of the existence of Mr. B
P. Shillaber, but I confess that I looked The fallen bloom drifts white as snow.
Bluo-Kyod Old Uentleinen.
in spite of myself to see a little wizened
old lady, with bright, black, beady eye,,
very thin bands, and gray corkscrew
ringlets. It seemed as though she ougli:
to come hopping into the room in ai.
elusive, bird-like way and begin saying
funny thing* at once. The door was
opened for us by a hearty, happy look­
ing young girl of the high school ag
who said, “Grandpa expected you out
on an earlier train; he has been waiting
for you for an hour, and will come rigln
aow n." She took us into the parlor, am
went out to speak to her grandfathri
and presently we heard his slow step oi
the «tair marked with pauses and ae
rented by his ftaff, for he is lame from
rheumatism, then Mr. Shillaber cam-
in. He shook his old friend, Profes
sir----- , warmly by the hand, ami
greeted me very cordially. He is a big
jovial-looking man with sunshiny blm
t yes, a ready smile and strong features.
One feels at onoe in the presence of a
hopeful, happy nature. It is more than
a w liimsical and amusing nature; it is
one of the kind which endures trouble
graciously and is well enough poised to
Le always certain of the silver lining
to every dark cloud. It is easy to set
in his graveness that he has sorrowed,
and indeed I am told that the loss of the
companion of his life was no common
one to him; but he is a serene soul
still, and, for the time at least, it seems
as though there is no philosophy like
that of laughter and the laughter-maker
His daughter came in and with hei
daughter found our quintette of people
in the parlor for a half hour. Di recti)
I had shaken hands with Mr. Shillaber,
I asked:
“Mr*. Partington, where is IkeF
“He is here,” he returned, tapping his
coat-front, and speaking in a confi­
dential way. “Ike is always with me;
he never leaves me. Or you might say,
if you like, there is Ike,” nodding to hie
granddaughter.
“O, grandpa," she cried, “I hope I am
not so bad as Ike. ”
“Ike isn't bad, not at all bad,” said
Mrs. Partington, shaking her head, “Ike
is very good. We went driving yester­
day.” Then he told of a visit to the
home of the owner of The Boston Her­
ald with whom he once worked in f
printing office. “It was about 150 years
ago,” he said, “I don’t remember ex­
actly how long it was. Maybe it was a
little longer than that, but we wijl call
it 150 years.”
Mr. Shillaber, by the way, is 72 years
old, and except for the rheumatism,
which keeps him lame, is not at all an
unhealthy man, and perhaps good for a
large share of the numtier of years of
his reminiscence. He talked with his
old friend of their own early service in a
Boston printing house soon after they
came from Maine, and I heard bow the
young Shillaber took the name of Mrs.
Partington from the old play where that
estimable person tried to sweep back the
waters of the ocean, how he wrote his
witticisms for a B'mton paper till he
found that the editor was making
money and name out of his property,
then how. with two or three friends, he
started the journal known as The Car­
pet Bag, on the strength of the Parting­
ton name. This paper established Mrs.
Partington’s reputation, though it was
not a financial success. Since that time
her say.ngs have always found a quick
market, and Mr. Shillaber has written
much besides all of the time. Of late,
however, he has written very little. He
says he is “growing pasty," and his pro­
nun« 8 lion, uttered with a twinkle in his
blue eye, is worth recommending to
French-attempting people who run to
the other extreme, and call passe
“passay."
The home of Mr. Shillaber is across
Boston from Newton, in the suburb of
Chelsea. Like another sage of Chelsea,
he lias clung to his home there long after
it was ui unfashionable quarter, but his
need of attention has now compelled
him to go to the pleasant home of his
children at Newton.—Cor. Chicago Inter
Ocean.
Ilnngem of Going Security.
I affirm that the system of indorsing
is all wrong, and should be utterly abol­
ished. I believe that it has been the
financial ruin of more men than per
haps all the other causes. I think that
our young men especially, should study
lie matter carefully in all its bearings
and adopt some settled policy to govern
their conduct, so as to be ready to an
swer the man who asks them to sign his
note. What responsibility does one as
sume when he indorses a note? Simply
this: He is held for the payment of the
amount in full, principal and interest,
if the maker of the note, through mis­
fortune, mismanagement or rascality
fails to pay it. Notice, the indorser as­
sumes all tbe responsibility, with no
voice in the management of the bust
ness, and no share in the profita of the
transaction, if it prove profitable; bu
with a certainty of loss if for any of th.
reasons stated the, principal fails to pay
the note.—Judge Waldo F. Brown in
Boston Traveler.
Tbe light breeze fall*, the voice has p«ss»rt;
One dim and trembling star
Looks out of heaven serene and vast
—O earth so nearl 0 heaven so far I
Whose voice was this so strangely heard!
With wondering awe my soul to stirred.
—Art thou of earth, or winged and free,
O soul, who sent this spirit word
Across the twilight world to me!
—Anna Boynton.
WESTERN AND EASTERN SCHOOLS.
Those In the Wes* tn Advance oi the
East—An Observer*« Comments.
Among those who linger at the springe
I met E. F. Bates, who has been en­
gaged for a number of year* in teaching
in the western states.
I asked Mr.
Bates about the relative educational
facilities in the east and west and he
said: “I must say that my observation
is in favor of the western schools. Ths
fact is that in the progressive western
states they have taken advantage of all
the experiences of all the other states in
the Union and are profiting by thia ex- -
perience.
They build their school­
houses on modern plans; they arrange
their courses of study with reference to
modem plans; they require of their
teachers a standard of excellence and
capacity for imparting knowledge wliioh
are in accordance with modern ideas.
The ordinary country schools are muoh
advanced over the country schools of
New England.
“The teachers, as a rule, area brighter
class of young women. You see in New
England, the women school teachers ar*
sort of settled down in the idea that they
are going to teach for a lifetime and they
become dull urder that impression. But
young women who teach school out west
■ expect that after two or three session*
they will get married, and they are look­
ing forward to something beside th*
routine of school life to keep them
brighter, and, whatever others may
think, it makes them work more effec­
tively in my judgment. The country
schools generally run from nine to ten
months in the year, while in most parts
of New England there are only two ses­
sions, the winter and the summer schools,
lasting each about three months. They
have no summer schools out west, but
hold to the idea that the heated term is
no time for mental exertion.”
In speaking of the difference between
the people as he had observed them in
the east and in the west, Mr. Bate* said:
“Young men of New England who went
into the western states to seek their for­
tunes took with them the very life blood
of the east. The younger generation in
tiio west which has sprung up from this
Stock under the invigorating influences
of the new climate and soil ia a strong
and vigorous element than which there
is nothing more powerful in this coun­
try, The growth of western influence in
rhe politics and the practical statesman­
ship of the country may be traced di­
rectly to this new element in civilisa­
tion.”—Saratoga Springs Cor. New York
Tribune.
The “Butter Bird" of Caripe.
What is the butter bird? Humboldt
in his travels in South America record* a
visit to Caripe, where is the cavern of
the guacharo bird. The name which
the cavern bears signifies the “mine of
fat,” because from the young of the
birds which inhabit it an immense
quantity of fat is annually obtained.
These bird* are about the size of our
common fowl, with wings which expand
io three feet and a half. All day long
they dwell in the cavern, and, like our
owls, only come forth at night They
subsist entirely on fruits, and have very
powerful beaks, which are necessary to
crack the rough nuts and reed* which
form part of their food.
Midsummer is the harvest time for the
fat.
The Indiana enter the cavern
armed with long poles; the nest* are at­
tached to holes in the roof about sixty
feet above their heads; they break the**
with the poles, and the young bird* fall
down and are instantly killed.
Under­
neath their bodies is a layer of fat,
which is cut off, and ia th* object
•ought. At the mouth of the cavern
huts are erected of palm leave*, and
there, in pots of clay, the native* melt
the fat which has been collected.
This
is known as the butter of the guacharo;
't is so pure that it may be kept for up­
wards of a year without becoming ran­
cid. At tbe convent of Caripe no other
oil is ever used in the kitchen of the
monks.—Chicago Tribune.
Ine most skillful artist or artisan
never gets over 50 cents a day, and the
average pay for skilled labor is $8 a
month, |2 of which must go for food.
The shop-workmen of every description
eat at their work-tables, and at night
«l-jep on their benches or tables, which­
ever afford the best accommodation.
Often as many as a dozen or sixteen men
thus occupy a twelve- by-sixteen shop
day and night, like so many machines.
—W. T. Hornaday in Tlie Cosmopolitan.
Teo Muoh XSnoetloa
Germany has carried the technical
training of artisan« to such an extent
•—A" cigarette-smoking dude is .1» that there are now two purely tech­
much like a man is an opera bouff is nically trained students in the country
like an opera. He is merelv a thin an«l for every one that can And satisfactory
employment.— Chicago Tribune.
amusing burlesque