AN HONEST INDIAN.
One of the Amunlng Reminisce risen Ro
tated by General Scott.
General Scott used to narrate a story
about one of his Virginia connecti >ns.
■Colonel Charles • Scott, after he had
been made a prisoner of war at the
surrender of Charleston, S. C.. in 1781.
His health became so bad that he ob
tained his parole; and having procured
a horse and chair for himself, ¿»nd a
horse for his servant and put some pro
visions and a bottle of spirits into the
chair-box (for there were few houses
of accommodation on the road he was
about to travel), the General was placed
in his small carriage and set out for his
native State, Virginia.
On his march to Charleston he ac
quired the knowledge of a remarkably
cool spring, about twelve or fourteen
miles from the city, encompassed by a
fine shade, and not more than a hun
dred yards from the road. He ordered
his servant to drive to the spot, which
was soon found. As the General was
so feeble that he could neither walk nor
stand alone, his servant spread his
cloak upon the grass, took him from his
chair and laid him down to rest.
The British commander had sedu-
lously prohibited all communications to
the American prisoners either by letters
or newspa|><»rs. in consequence of which
it was extremely difficult to learn what
was going on. General Scott was de
sirous to know if the Americans had
any force in the field in that quarter of
the country, and if so, to learn their
strength and position. He ordered his
servant to keep a lookout, and if he saw
any person passing along the road to
halt and ask him to come to the spring.
After some time the servant remarked
to the General that he saw a dirty-look-
ing Indian coming up the road. “Direct
him to come here,” said the General.
He did so, and something like the fol-
Jowing dialogue ensued:
General—How do you do?
Indian—O. how do?
Iioral Where »re you going?
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^ffluian—To the lower Catawba town; I
General—What are you going there
for? |
Indian—I am going to preach.
General—Aye, so you preach, do you?
Indian—O. yes; me preach sometime.
General—Well! do they pay you any
for preaching?
Indian —Yes, little—twenty shillings
—each town pay me twenty shillings.
General—Why, that is blanked poor
pay.
Indian—Aye, and blanked poor
preach, too.
The General was so pleased with the
prompt and candid reply of the Indian
that he burst into a fit of laughter, and
for a long time he could not restrain
himself. When he became composed
he discovered that he had got into a
considerable perspiration, which he had
not felt before since his sickness. The
bottle of spirit had been put into the
spring to cool; the provisions were taken
‘
out of the chair-box; the General and
the Indian ate and drank together, and
the General was heard to declare that
he ate and drank with a better appetite
than he had done since he had been a
prisoner. He was helped into his chair
again, pursued his journey. continued
to improve in health, and when he ar
rived at his residence (Petersburg) he
was perfectly restored.— Bcm Perley
Poore, in Boston Budget.
amid fragrant bowers of row* and jes
samine, stand these Towers of Silence,
as they are called, ghastly receptacles
for the dead. They are about thirty
feet high and sixty feet wide. On the
top of each is an open grating on which
the bodies are laid in three circles;
children in the center, then the women
and men at the outer edge. Innumer
able birds of prey are forever hovering
with sharp hungry cries around these
towers, or sitting perched on them, sol
emnly waiting for the grateful feast
that is never long delay« »! a feast
which daily averages three Parsees. be
sides women and children, for it is esti
mated that each day three of these
prosperous, intelligent, well-to-do-look
ing merchants find their last resting
place in the voracious maws of these
ravenous birds. And when the birds
have done their part, and winds and
sun and rain have all combined to
whiten the skeleton to a thing like pol
ished ivory, gradually the bones sepa
rate and fall through the open grating
¡Dto a well below the tower, whence, it
is said, they are taken by a subterra
nean passage and cast into the sea, and
so the space is left clear for the next
comers.— Macmillan'* Magazine.
—The menu cards at a recent supper
party in San Francisco, Cal., were made
from the bark of the California redwood,
the edges being ornamented with silver
and gold. In the corner of each was
grouped a cluster of pine burrs tied by
a silver cord. 'Hie favors of the ladies
were clusters of gilded pine cones, in
laid in a setting of deep green pine
needles. — San Francisco Call.
LOVE'S YOUNQ DREAM.
Soft Gargling* of a Couple Whose Spooney
Trait* Were Well Developed.
I am a married man. and was, I do
not blush to say, spooney enough my
self in the days of my courtship; but
1 am gratified to remember that there
were limitations to my weakness in the
spooney direction, and there were none
in the case of the young couple near
whom 4 *ntlin Central Park 0ius othe.’
night. They didn’t know I w® there"?
but their rapture was too deep for them
to care if they had known. She was
pretty enough to make it tantalising
to.see her embraced by the glorified
youth who sat by her side. With a be
atific expression he gurgled out:
“Who’s sweet?1’
Her pretty hand caressed his downy
check gently as she sweetly replied:
“My Willie.”
•■Who’s mv pet?”
“I?” she asked.
“My little girly! Need you ask’”
“I’m so glad, Willy!”
“And you love me just a teeny bit?”
“A ‘teeny bit’ —now. Willy!”
“More than that, then?”
“A billion, trillion times more!”
••Nor’
“Yes, indeed, indeed.'”
“What makes you love me?”
“Oh. because you're so — so—so
sweet!”
“You dear, sweet, little birdie!”
“You precious, precious old boy?’
“Precious to whom?”
•Tom«/”
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“Ever and ever so precious?"
“Yes, indeed, ever and ever and ever
so sweet and precious!”
“Oh, no. I’m not; I’m awfully
wicked.”
“No, you’re not!”
“Yes, I am, too. Just as mean and
t ad and” —
TOWERS OF SILENCE.
“No, you're not!”
Ghastly Receptacle* for the Dead to Be
“Oh, but I just am; I'm too hor
Found Wherever Par»eea Dwell.
rid”—
When the hour of death is at hand
“Now, Willie, I’ll cry hard if you go
the dying Parse« is carried down to the on talking so about the sweetest old
cellar, or the lowest room in the house boy in all this world!”
—with what notion I failed to learn.
"Am I sweet?”
Afterward the body is borne to a great
"Sweets You're just ha sweet as you
burial tower, there to be exposed to the can be.”
winds of heaven, the burning sun. the
“But no one loves meT'
beating rain and all the host of foul
“Yes, they do!”
carrion birds. Some rich families have
“Who?”
a private tower of their own. a sort of
“You know!”
family mausoleum. The public burial
“No, I don't”
towers, of which there are five, stand
“/do!”
on Malabar Hill, in a garden of flower
"Ever so much?”
•• Bushels r •_ w*.
inc shrubs overlooking the sea. Her*.
PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS.
—If friends ask you to discover their
faults beware, or you will discover you
have no friends.
( —A helping word to one in trouble
is often like a switchon a railroad track
—but one inch between wreck and
smooth-rolling prosperity.
—The coffee crop of the world for
last year was 6'>U.OOO tons, and of this
amount American hotels probably used
.omit 100 pounds by accident
—One of the most mournful things In
lature must always be the inevitable
tendency of the young man in love to
imagine himself a poet —Boston Jour
nal of Education.
—Whatever the newspaper of the
future may be. it will never be what
woman wants it to be until it is wholly
made up of love verses, deaths and
marriages, and dry goods advertise
ments.— Boston Journal of Education.
—No more wholesome advice than
this can be given those upon whom for
tune has smiled: However rich you
may be, do not make pleasure the aim
and object of life: it will wear you out
faster than work, or even worry.
—They Ought to Label It__
"Those who aim at ridicule
Should tlx upon some certain rille
Which tairly«dius they are in jest."
—Jonathan Sioift.
in six chain, fasten with one single la
fifth row----- ”
"Wasn’t the dinner horrid?
I
couldn't find a thing tit to eat and
Edward declares if----- ”
"Ma, mayn't I go down to the beach
and see the big waves come in? Mayn't
I, ma? say yes!”
“Said she saw a rat in the hall as
large as——”
“A last year's bonnet? I should say
so. Looked as if Miss Noah wore it in
the ark. and she didn't seem to care a
bit either."
"Cast on nine stitches and knitacroas
Jdain----- ”
"She had on white skirts and a pink
jersey, and wore her hair in Marguerite
braids.”
“She isn't any spring chicken either. ”
"Chop raw beef fine and make a
poultice----- "
"Oh! Ah! y-a-w-a-w-n! I've just time
for a nap before supper —"
“One cup of molasses, one cup of
sugar, one cup of butter----- ”
“Repeat from third row----- ”
"Whose sweet lovely darling little
pet pug? Isn’t it tame?”
"O dear! how do you keep your
hair in crimp this hot weather? Miner
is as straight as a loon's hind leg.”
“I heard that when 1 was on eartlr4|^
fore----- ”
“Don't—forget — to — kiss — the — J
baby!”
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"No, he went out to get shaved----- 'fl
"Hark! Miss De Toots is going to play
something from Waggoner."
fl
"How perfectly lovely! What is thefl
recipe----- "
fl
“One quart of sifted flout----- ”
1
“Knit two—narrow — over — knit —fl
one—narrow---- ®
“White wings of peace—”— Delroett
free Press.
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— “Woman is displaying a remark
able aptitude for takingcase of herself,”
says an exchange. What is wanted is
not so much a woman who can take
care of herself as one who can, in addi ■
tion, take care of a husband and three
! children in fairly good style.— Phila
delphia Call.
—First Y’oung Lady—"Who are those
peoplo you bowed to. Mamie?” Second
Ditto—"O. don’t you know them?
That's Mrs. Montalembert and her hus-
[ band.' "Have they any children?”
| "Why, Hattie! What an idea! No,
Noctil nal Photography.
indeed! They are real stylish people."
[ —Boston Transcript.
Various methods have beenrfutro-
—Why are our public roads called duced for the accomplishment of noo-
highways? They are generally much turnal photography, and some of the
.lower than-the surrounding and bor most beautlfidAndscape views takon
dering land,- being worn and washed tm at nigh« ny tlilflflfht of the full moon
fpiines wftei^ they are not nat.ura]txfl nave been pro.lWs»l in France, the time
swamps. They ar’ high only in the' of exposure of the plate being one hour; 1
sense that they cost much more than the clearness of the photograph is de-A
they are worth under the present scribed as being wonderful, and, except”
system.— Petersburg (Va.) Index. Ap for the lights in the buildings and on
peal.
the bridges, and their reflection in the
—A Quaker, from the country, went water, the picture could hardly be dis
into a city bookstore, and one of ti e tinguished from one taken in the day
clerks, thinking to have a little fun a. time. Another photographer obtains
his expense, said to him: “You arc ^rv excellent views of his library al
from the country, nre vou not?" “Ye" ■gilt, by ordinary gaslight; in this case
answered the Quaker. “Well, here's the time of exposure was only thirty
an essay on the rearing of calves that minutes, an achievement somewhat re
you would probably like to buy." I markable, in view of the fact that the
“That," said the Quaker, "thee hail old-fashioned wet collodion plates wore
better present to thy mother!"— Jf. O. almost entirely unaffected by th« light
from such a source. — -V. K Sun.
Ledger.
—He—"There, Mary, don't mako »
—A Dakota paper thus stabs its
fo«d of yourself. The dog is dead, and
that's the end of him." She (through hated rival) “A man living about
her tears)—“You great hateful, unfeel twelve miles from hero died from
It
ing creature, you know that I never can poisoning Monday afternoon.
be happy again. Poor Skippy! he was seems ho ate a lunch that had been
the only living thing on earth that 1 wrapped in a copy of our loathed and
ever cared for, and you know iL” lie disgusting contemporary, and it
—“Yes, dear; but unfortunately I did killed him. Others should take warn
not find it out until it was too late.”- • ing.”— Chicago Tribune.
—Old Hcavywaite (severely) — “I
Boston Transcript.
—Nurse (to fashionable mother) - Can't understand how you find so much
“The baby is very restless, ma'am. I time to devote to base-ball." Young
can’t do any thing with her.” F. M — Litewaite (gayly)—“Because business
"She's teething, I suppose?" Nurse — is dull.” Old Hcavywaite (as before)
"Yes'm. I think if you was to take — “And why is business dull?" Young
her in your arms a little while it might Litewaite (reflectively)—"Because I
soothe her.” F. M. —“I? Impossible' have so much time to devote to base
I haven't the time to spare. I am just ball."— Harper's Bazar.
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making ready to attend a meeting of
—Queen Kapi >lani is very fond of
the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty the small items of female costume, such
toChildren. Give baby some paregoric." as laces, shoes, fine hosiery, etc. Her
—Boston Courier.
order for gloves recently given to a
Parisian ganti.ir was so large that the
SOCIETY RIPPLES.
employes of the establishment were
Fragment* of Conversation Piri*e<1 Cp In a
kept at work night and day to complete
Watering Flaw Hotel Parlor.
Didn’t ever listen to the hum of con it in time. The Hawaiian Queen wears
versation in that beehive of society, a a 7| glove, preferred to those of six-
watering place hotel parlor? It runs teen-button length.
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something like this:
“A LITTLE NONSENSE."
“Is that four o’clock? The doctor
| said I was to take a powder at four."
—Landlady (to boarder)—“How is
“Half cup butter, two of sugar, three the butter. Mr. Dumley?” Dumley (a
eggs beaten in one cup sweet milk, one produce broker)—“Quiet but strong,
madame, and in little demand."—
> pint----- "
“One single, ten double, one single Enoch.
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