The following text may have been generated by Optical Character Recognition, with varying degrees of accuracy. Reader beware!

Romuhblo Discoum by me Eécontrlc ‘ DI’. Tflmv°n ms 113mg 0F WOMAN’S KINGDOM. standin : apps: e‘ the had divided the work, and theh they 00 d have divided the opportunity of lie- tening to Jesus; but Mary monopolizes Christ, while Martha. eweltere at the fire. It was every important thing that they should have a good dinner that day. Christ was hungry. and He did not often have a luxurious entertainment. Alas me! It the duty had devolved upon Mary,what a repeat that would have been. But something went wron in the kitchen. Perhaps the fire woul not burn, or therbreed would not bake, or Martha scalded her hand, or some. thing was burned black that ought only to have been made brown; and Martha lost her patience, and, forgetting the proprieties of the. occasion. with besweated brow, and perhaps with pitcher in one hand and tongs in the other, she rushed out of the. kitchen into the presence of Christ. saying, “ Lord, dost then not care that my sister hath left me to serve alone? ” Christ scolded not a word. If it were scolding I should rather have His scolding than anybod else's blessing. There was nothin acer . He knew Martha had almost wor ed herself to death to get Him something to eat. and so He throws a word of tenderness into His intonation as He seems to say: “My dear woman. do not worry; let the dinner go. Sit down on thisottoman beside Mary, your younger sister.‘ Martha. Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things. But one thing is needful.” _. . q-.-" “i any wuâ€" _--â€"__-. As Martha throws open that kitchen door I look in and see a great many house- hold perplexities and anxieties. First, there is the trial of non-appreciation. That is what made Martha so mad with Mary. The younger sister had no estimate of her older sister's fatigues. As now, men bother with the anxieties of the store and office and shop. or, coming from the Stock Ex. change, they say when theyv gal; home: “ Oh. you ought to be over in a street in these days ; you ought to be in our factory a little while ; you ought to manage ei ht, or ten, or twenty su rdinates. and t en you would know what trouble and anxiety '1.“ ” n nip tho un'QA nnfl flan mnthnr Inn: "are.” 0, sir, the wife and the mother has to conduct at the same time a university, a clothing establishment. a restaurant. a laundry, a library, while she is health oflieer, lice, and president of her realm. he must do a thousand things and do them well in order to keep things going smoothly. And so her brain and her nerves are taxed to the utmost. I know there are house- kee are who are so fortunate that the can sit n an armchair in the library or ie on the belated pillow and throw off all the ears upon subordinates, who. having large wages and great experience, can attend to all the cares of the household. Those are the exceptions. I am speaking of the great mass of housekeepersâ€"the woman towhom life is astruggle. and who at 30 years of age look as though they were 40. and at 40 look as though they were 60, and at 50 as though they were 60. The fallen at Chalons. and Austerlitz. and Gettysburg. and Waterloo are a small number oom- pared to the slain in the great Armageddon of the kitchen. You go out to the eemeter and you will see that the tombstonesal read beautifully poetic. but if those tombstones would speak the truth 'ifl. Len. ltwvrvduid- have been better if HOUSEKEEPING. thouunde of them would any: “Here liee a. woman killed by too much mending, and sewing, and baking. and scrubbing and scouring. The weapon with which she was slain was a broom, or e. sewing-machine o: a. ladle." You think.0 men of the world! that on hove all the cues and anxieties. I the cares and anxieties of the household should come upon on for one week you would be a fit omdi ate for Bhomingdaleâ€"J mew lame asylum. The half-rested housekeeper eneee in the morning. S_he muet have the morning repast prepared at an irrevocable hour. What if the fire will not light? What if the marketing did not come? What if the clock has stopped ‘?â€"no matter she must hs've the morning repeat at an irrevocable hour. Then the children must be got off to school. what if their garments were torn ‘2 what it they do not know their lessons? What it they have lost a hat or sash ?â€"they must be ready. Then you have all the diet at the day, and perhaps of several days, to plan. But what if the butcher has sent meat unmssticsble, or the grocer has sentwtiolee of food sdnlterated, or what if some piece of silver be gene. or some favorite chalice be cracked. or the roof leak, or the plumb- ing fail, or any one of a thousand things occur-4you must be ready. Spring weather comes, and there. must be a revolution in the family wardrobe, or autumn comes, and you must shut out the northern blast. But what it the moth has freceded you to the chest? What if dur- ng the ,year the children have outgrown, the apparel of last year? What it the' fashions have changed? Your house must be an apothecary’s shag; it must be a dies pensary; there must e medicines for all sorts of ailmentsâ€"something to loosen the crcup, something tcocol the burn,some- thing to poultiee the inflammation, semen thing to silence the jumping tooth, some- thing tc soothe the earaohe. You must be in half a dam places at the same time; If under; all this wear and tear of life Martha makes an impatient rush upon the ,library or drawing-room,*be patient, b‘e Eleiiient.‘ 0 women! though I may fail to stir siren appreciation in the souls, of others in regard to your household toils, let: ine assure you from the kindliness; with which Jesus Christ met martha that He a’p‘pre- ciates all your work from garret to cellar, and that the God of Deborah, and Hannah, and Abigail. and Grandmother Lois, and Elizabeth Fry, and Hannah Moore is the God of the housekeeper. Jesus was never. married, that He might be the especial friend and confidant of a whole world of troubled womanhood. I blunder; Christ was married. The Bible says that the Church is the Lamb’s wife. and that makes me know that all Christian women have a right to go to Christ and tell Him of their annoyances and troubles, since by His oath of con- stant fidelity He is sworn to sympathize. George Herbert, the Christian poet, wrote two or three verses on this subject: 1 The servant by this clause Makes drudgery divine ; Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws Makes thus the action fine. Again, there is the trial of severe econo- my. Nine hundred and ninety-nine house- holds out of the thousand are subjected to it, some under more and some under less stress of circumstances; especially if a man smokes very expensive cigars and takes veg costly dinners at the restaurants. he} wi be severe indemanding domestic eco- nomies. This is what kills tens of thousands ‘ of womenâ€"attempting to make five dollars; do the work of seven. How the bills come? in l The woman is the banker of the household ; she is the president, and cashier, and teller, and discount clerkâ€" and there is a panic every few weeks. Thin thirty years’ war against high prices, this perpetual study of economies, this lifevlong attempt to keep the outgces less than the income, exhausts millions of housekeepers. 0 my sister! this is a part of divine disci- pline. If it were best for you, all you would have to do would be to open the front windows and the ravens would fly in with food; and after you had baked fifty times from ,the barrel in the pantry, the barrel, like the one of Zarepath, would be full; and the shoes of the children would last as long as the shoes of the Israelites in the wilderness, fort ears. Besides that, this is going to ma e eaven the more attractive in the contrast. They never hunger there,and consequently there will be none of the nuisance of catering for appetites, and in the land ct the white robe they never have to mend anything, and the air in that hill country makes everybody well. There are no rents to pay ; every man owns his own house, and a mansion at that. . It will not be so great a change for you to have ‘a chariot in heaven it you have been in the habit of riding in this world. It will not be so great change for you to sit down on the banks of the river of life if in this world you had a country 1seat. But it you have walked with tired feet in this world, what a glorious change gto mount celestial equipages ; and it your life on earth was domestic martyrdom, ‘ohl the joy of an eternity in which you ‘shall have nothin to do but what you ,ohoose to do. Mart a has had no drudgery ‘ior eighteen centuries. I quarrel with the ‘ theologians who want to distribute all the thrones of heaven among the John Knoxes and the Hugh Latimers and the Theban Legion. Some of the brightest thrones of heaven will be kept for Christian house- keepers. Ohl what a change from here to thereâ€"from the time when they put down the rolling-pin to when they take up the sceptre. I! Cateworth Park and Stewart's mansion, on Fifth avenue, were to be lifted into the celestial city they would be con- sidered uninhabitable rookories, and glori- fled Lazarus would be ashamed to be going in and out of either of them. There are many housekeepers who could get along with their toils if. it were not for sickness and trouble. The fact is, more than one-half the women of the land are more or less invalids. The mountain lass who has never had an ache or pain may consider household toil inconsidereble, and toward evening she may skip away miles to the fields and drive home the cattle, and she may, until 10 o‘clock at night, fill the house with l ughing racket. But oh! to do the work of lie with worn-out constitution, when the whooping cough has been raging for six weeks in the household, making the night as sleepless as the day, that is not so easy. Perhaps this comes after the nerves have been shattered by some bereavement that has left desolation in every mom of the house, and set the crib m the garret because the occupant ‘ thing‘sweetened with ordinary condiments, ‘ I or flavored with ordinary flavors, or baked “1:1 ordinary ovens. It is the loaf of domes- : 'o hapginess, and all the ingredients come down rem heaven, and the fruits are lucked from the tree of life, and it is -‘ w'eete‘ned with the new wine 0! the king- dom, and it is baked in the oven of home \trial. Solomon wrote out' of . his own experience. He had a wrecked home. A man cannot be happ with two 7 wives, much less ‘wj ~six hundred ; and he says, writing of his lown experience,‘ ‘ Better is a dinner of herbs where love is than a stalled ex and lhatred therewith.” How great are the :responsibilities of housekeepers. Some- ‘times an indigestible article of food by its “effect upon a commander or king has defeated an army oroverthrown an empire. Housekeepers, by the food they amide, by the couches they spread, by the oks they introduce, by the influences they bring around their homes are deciding the physi- cal, intellectual, moral, eternal destiny of the race. . You say your life is one of sacri- fice. I know it. But, mysisters,that isthe ‘ only life worth livin . That was Florence 1Nightingale's life, t at was Payson’s life, ‘that ,was Christ’s life. We admire it in others, but how very hard it is for new cultivate it ourselves. When young Dr. Hutchinson. having spent a whole night in a diphtheretic room for the relief of the patient, became saturated with the poison ‘ and died. we all felt as if We would like to put garlands on his grave. Everybody appreciates that. When in the burning hotel at St. Denis a young man on the fifth story broke open the door of the room where his mother was sleeping and plunged in amidst smoke and fire, crying, “ Mother, where are you?” and never came out, our hearts -applanded that young man. But 'how few of us have the Christ-like spiritâ€" a willingness to suffer for others. A rough teacher in a school called upon a poor, half-starved lad who had offended against the laws of the school, and said, " Take off your chat directly, sir.” T 9 boy refused to take it off, whereupon the teacher said again, “Take 05 your coat, air," as he swung the whip through the air. The boy refused. It was not because he was afraid of the lashâ€"he was used to that at homeâ€"but it was from shame. He had no undergarments. and as at the third com- mand he pulled slowly off his coat, there went a sob all through the school. They saw then why he did not want to remove his coat. and they saw the shoulder-blades had almost out through the skin. And a stout, healthy boy rose up and went to the teacher of the school and said; “ Oh, sir, please don’t hurt this poor fellow; whip me; see, he‘s nothing but a poor chap ; don’t you hurt him, whip me." "Well," said the teacher, “ it’s lfitzling to he a severe whipping. I am wi ' g to take you as a substitute.” “ Well," said the boy, “ I don’t care ; you whip me, if you won’t let this poor fellow go." The stout, healthy boy took the scourging without an outcry. “ Bravo 1" says‘ every man. Bravo 1 How many of you are willing to take the scourg- ing, and the suffering, and the toil, and the anxiety for other people ? A beautiful thing to admire, but how little we have of that spirit. God, give us that self-denying spirit, so that, whether we are in humble spheres or in conspicuous spheres, we may perform our whole duty, for this struggle will soon be over. has been hushed into a slumber which needs no mother's lullaby. 0h! she could govide for the whole group a great deal tter than she can for part of the up. now that the rest are gone, the you may tell her God is taking ears 0 those that are one. Itis mother-like to brood both floo . and one man she uts over the flock in the house. and the 0 er wing she puts over the flock in the grave. There is nothing but the old-fashioned religion of J eeus Christ that will take a woman through the trials 0! home life. At first there may he a romance or a novelty that will do for a substitute. The marriage hour has just passed. and the perplexities of the hour are more than atoned by the joy of being together, and by the fact that when it is late they do not have to discuss the ques- tion as to whether it is time to go. The mishaps o! the household. instead of being a matterpf anxiety and reprehension. are a matter of merrimentâ€"â€"the lost of bread turned into a eologioal specimen. the slushy custards. t e jaundiced or measly biscuits. It is very bright sunlight that iallson the cutlery and the mantel orna- ments of a new home, \ But after a while the romance is all gone. and then there is Something to be prepared for the table that the book called “ Cookery Taught in Twelve Lessons" will not teach. The receipt for making it is not a handful at this, a cup of that, and a ‘s nful of something else. It isnot some- t iug‘sweetened with ordinary condiments, One of the most effecting reminiscences of my mother is my remembrance of her as a. Christian housekeeper. She worked very hard, and when we would come in from summer play and sit down at the table at noon, I remember how she used to come in with beads of perspiration along the line of grey hair and how sometimes ehe woujd eit_down at thejahle 1mg pug her head against her wrinkled hand and say: “Well, the factis, I am too tired to eat.” Long after she might have delegated this duty to others she would not be satis. fled unless she tended to the matter her- self. In fact, we all preferred to have her do so, for somehow things tasted better when she prepared them. Longaiterwards in the express train I shot set the old homestead. I looked out o the window and tried to peer through the darkness. While I was doing so one of my old school. mates. whom I had not seen for many years. tapped me on‘the shoulder and said: “DeWitt, I see you are looking out at the soenes of your boihood.” "Oh, yes,” I replied, " I was loo ing out at the old place where my mother lived and died." I‘hat night in the cars the whole scene came back to me. There was the country home. There was the noonday‘ tableâ€"there were the children on either side of the table, most of them gone never to some hsck. At one end of the table. my father with a smile that never left his countenance even when helay in his coffin. It was an 86 years‘ smile, not the smile of inanimationubut of Christian courage and of Christian hope. At the other end of the table was 9. beautiful. boniguaut. hard- WOrking. aged. Christian housekeeper. my mother. She was very tired. I am glad [she has aogood a place to rest in. ‘ “ Blessed are the (lead who die in the Lord. They rent from their labors and their works do follow them." The Duke of Manchester has just re- turned from Auntmlla, where he has bought an enormous tract {000,000 acres) of sheep puturage. He thxnlm also that Auntnlia may be easily made a. grout wheat‘growing regxon “ with a. little encouragement.” Others besides the Fenians have taken to dynamite in Great Britain. A London paper declares that Sir Albert Sassoon's mansion house at Kensington Gore has been guarded by policemen in consequence of Sir Albert having received a letter threatening to blew his house up because he had the effrontery to entertain the Prince 0! Wales at lunch at Brighton on the occasion of his recent visit, instead of leavin him to the tender mercies o! the Brigh niansl Vir nia, which paid no attention to cot- ten 0 sure until recently, is i now turning to it on a considerable scale, and with pro nounced success. Cotton plantations now exist in all of the southern eounties of the State. and thousands of bales were pro- duced last year. It has been found that the cultivation of tobacco has been wing unprofitable, besides exhausting t e soil, and this is likely to make cotton growing general throughout the State. .. Hiram Baggy, of Louisville,took a. young wife, though he is 70. His sons anddaugh- {era gnadq so mpoh‘tropblg on_§he aubjgct that he reluctantly obtained a divorce, the character at the bride enabling him to regain his freedom without difliculty. But he could not voluntarily give her up, after all, and at the end of a. few months sought to renew his courtehi . She threw a. can 9t conocntreted_ lye into his face, burning hing BO seriously'thab he may n‘ever 303 agam. “ It a v lady obtains damages against a man for breach of promise of marriage and he becomes bankrupt, has she riority of claim over other. creditors ? " T 's' inter- esting question has been raised in York. shire, England, where a grocer fyled a petition (his debts were estimated at 63,600), there being at that time judgment against him on a breach of promise suit for $1.000. An injunction has been issued restraining the lady from proceedings. In Alaska,'northwest of -Behring’s Strait, alternate layers of ice and soil are found in the cliffs bordering the ocean. In the face of the precipice is, first, a surface of solid ice; upon this foundation is a layer of tail two or three feet thick and bearing luxuriant vegetation; a little beyond this the bank rises again by a second layer of ice, on which rests soil yielding. like the first, a vegetable growth. A very interestingfoase of circumstantial evidence recently came before a French assize court, where the detectives had woven a beautiful net around a man whom they made out guilty of a burglary by tracing his footprints through the mud a distance of eight or nine miles. Unforâ€" tunately, at the trial, though the boots fitted the prints to a charm, there was found to be an extra nail in the heel of one, so that as the prosecution could not under- take to prove that he had hopped eight miles on ‘ one foot, the prisoner was acquitted. King Theebaw. of Bermsh, had a narrow esosge from death bi poison. One of his roya. consorts sent im some dainty eon- feotionery, with a. message that she had repsred the toothsome gift with her own air hands. Theebsw transferred the cakes to a mother-in-law, the parent of the very queen from whom he had received them. The august lady psi-took freely. Two hours after so doing she was a. ‘cor se, and her daughter did not survive her on , for Theebaw, as soon as his mother-in- sw’s demise was made known” to him, gave orders that her Majesty’s _head should be removed from her' shimmers without an instant’s delay. - A British ofiicer’s wife in Burmsh describes the climate by this incident: "A friend gave my husband some owl’s eggs, which he left in a plate in the draw- ing-room, the coolest place in the house. being in the centre and surrounded by other rooms. The eggs were on 9. table in the corner. and were forgotten. Some days after I saw one 0! the eggs moving, and slightly chipped. Presently out came a little owlet. The other eggs followed suit, till they werejell hatched. This may seem impossible to any one who had not lived where the thermometer is generally 105 degrees." - Captain Amos Shirley, the fallen oom- mander of the Salvation Army in Phila- delphia, could keep a congregation together during a meeting nine hours long. and that was taken as proof of his greatness as an evangelist. Under his guidance the army prospered, growing rapidly in numbers, and getting all the financial aid that was needed. In the midst of one of his exhor- tations a young girl burst into tears. He asked her to step forward, and a pretty woman, scarcely 20 years of age and richly dressed, went to the platform and begged the preacher to pray for her. She was almost in hysteries, and wished to be received into the Salvation Army. Shirley. fighting grimly at the bright colors in her nnet, commanded her to take it ofi. She obeyed. and fell on her knees before the assemblage to receive the red crown of the army. The captain’s downfall was brought about through this interesting convert. e is a runaway from his wife. children and the Salvation Army. Bob Humphreys, of St. Louis, is a pecu~ liar rope manufacturer. He makes nothing but nooses for hsngmen. Orders are sent to him b Sheriffs all over the Western sud Sout ern States. He twists the rope very carefully of the best hemp. and tests its strength by letting two horses pull at it. The noose, With its intricate hangmsn’s knot, is made smooth with soap and pliable with oil. The price is 86 apiece. There is a very desirable parish in London which consists for the greater art of thirteen houses on each side of Die op- gate street. The income is nearly $5,500 a year. The rector has never done duty for the last three orvfour years, but lives at St. Leonards. Meanwhile he pays aenrate {600 a year, out of which that gentleman as to pay for gas, for the organist and other expenses of conducting divine services. Rev. James Duncan, who has been engaged in Presbyterian mission work at Prince Albert and other ints in the Northwest Territories for t e past three years,hesleit Manitoba for Ontario on s. “sit. British and Foreign. ROMAN OE OF ROGUERY Extraordinary Financial and Other operation 0! Tho-u A. Marvin- Man-lee To. Wives I- ll: Years and Don-nude u may flanks. Detective Robert Pinkerton informed a New York reporter that Thomas A. Marvin. the man who married Miss Turpin, Richmond. va. and deserted heraw after at Rochester, N.Y., has been arrested at L nu. Mass. and extradition spore have n sent by the Governor 01V rgmia to Governor Long, of Massachusetts. ask; in: that he be sent to Richmond for trial. These papers have reached Mr. Pinkerton at Boston. Marvin's history has been traced back several years b3; Detective Pinkerton. and up to to it is known that within six years he has married ten wives and defrauded as many banks. Mr. Pinkerton gives the fol- lowing particulars of his histor ; His ame is to advertise for a governess or his 0 ild. ‘then, by his fine address, succeed in marry- ing, the applicant for the position, and ‘usmg her relatives for the purpose of identi- ltying him at b that he may get rid or ‘bogus cheques. e In this way he married on July 22nd Miss Turpin, a lady of good family, but in reduced circumstances. On July 11th he had married a ‘Mrs. NeflieDe Hart, of Lakewood, N. J., and borrowed 8100 from her father. A year ago he married a lady living in Youngs- town, Ohio. He also married another woman in New Jersey, and still another in' Missouri; and a lady living in Philadelphia writes to Mr. Pinkerton that she was de- ceived by and married him some years ago. About six years ago he married two young ladies in New York, and Mr. Pinkerton at that time was on his track, but the friends of the women refused to prosecute him. His real wife lives in New Haven, Conn., which he makes his headquarters. He represents himself as a railroad resident, 995 he? “296 Paper beagles!“ he 90%! free 8. He went under variousaliaae: but t 0 favorite ones were Thcs. A. Marvin and Gen. Morton. His real name isthought to be Arthur Merritt. On his Richmond wedding day he presented a check drawn by the First National Bank of Madison. Wis., on the First National Bank of Chicago for $765, and, through identification ‘ by the brother-in-law of Miss Turpin, succeeded in getting it oeshed. It wa:s_ entire_ly_ hogus: Mountain. State. Zine and New England R. R... B. A. Morton, President," to secure Marvin. it is known, sold forged bills of lading to a private bank in Eufaula, Ala" and bankrupted the institution. This was about two years ago. A year ago last spring he was arrested in St. Louis for a forgery committed in Joplin, Mo.,for 31,000. A full set of forger's and counterfeiter’s tools was found in his trunk. A forced picture was taken of him at that time, which has been identified by all parties interested. He oounterfeited paralysis in prison and succeeded in obtaining bail for 810,000, which he “jumped.” An ex-judge was one of the parties putting up the bails, he having been deceived in the man: .He defrauded a Leadville 001.), bank out of 82,000, a Fort Smith Ark.) bank out of 8500, a Sedalia (Mo.) bank out of 01,200, a Beloit (Kan) bank out of 33,000, the Ohio (I: Mississippi Railroad out of passes, etc. mdeo-I Depravlly. As the guests of the United States Hotel were departing for the races Eli Perkins walk briskly up to the desk and informed Mr. age, one of the roprietors of the States, that Gov. Jewe . of Connecticut, had just thrown his son out of the window, “‘13 Pk”??â€" “ What windowâ€" where ? ” interrupted a. dozen voices at once. " Out of a. fourth storey back," said Mr. Perk_i_ns, ffog to the‘pioket fenceâ€"1J1 "Whit! threwhii own son out of the window? " broke in Mr. Vanderbilt. “ Yes, I suppose it was his own son, ” said Mr. Perkins quietly, “ a. weakly son. Yoi: see I wanted to seeâ€"" “By heavens! What are we coming to?" exclaimed Robert Cutting and John Kelly, wringing their handsâ€"L” And what (vim! the provocation? What had the son one " there.’ and threwâ€"3’ “ I know," interrupted Mr. Traver. “ the uâ€"uâ€"uunatural fâ€"fâ€"father mâ€"mâ€"made a gâ€"grab and thâ€"thâ€"threw his own son down on the picket fence bâ€"bâ€"below. 0. th-â€"thâ€"-the fâ€"fâ€"fiendl" ‘ “ Just so,” said Mr. Perkins, lighting a cigar. By this time there was great excitement throu hout the hotel. Ladies. headed by John ay, white with excitement, came rushing over from the cottages, wrin 'ng their hands. and the strongest men, 'ke Senator Frelinghuysen and Gov. Cornell. were ready to lynch the author of this fiendish act. Senator Warner Miller and Mayor Smith Ely accompanied them to take the dying boy from the sharp pickets and to take the ante mortem state- ment. “ Nothing at all," said Mr. Perkins. “ You see. I asked Gov. Jewell if his son was there1 _He saig ' yes, on the lounge â€"Eli Perkins was the only unexoited man about. He sat quietly reading his news- paper; a .. . u a r I H n .m- " No use to the Governor I And do you think because Gov. Jewell had no use for his son he had a right to throw such a non out of the window." interrupted lam N. r5 Why don’t you get excited ’about this fiendish not, Eli?" exclaimed Mr. Mervin. “ What fiendish not ?” asked Mr. Perkins. Phel “ W13 3 mdiiirrthibfiing his sonâ€"his on‘y sonâ€"gut of a. fourth-{story vgi_n_dovy.” _ .. .. _ “ I don’t see any thin fiendish about it," said Eli; “ it wosy ano od son and of no use to the Governor, andâ€"" " Why, of course he had a right to do as he chose with his own son.” said Mr. Per- kins. “ AsI was so. yin“, I told the Governor to just toss it down to me, and he gave it s throw. andâ€"â€" - “It? What do you mean by calling 3 boy an it?" interyuptod a do_zen v_oioes. _-_- a. up " Why. who said it was 3‘ boy ?" said Mr. Perkins. greatly surprised. " I said Gov. Jewell threw his Sun. a weekly Sun. out of the window to me. It was an old Sun; he had read it and I wanted to read it my- self. andâ€"" ~..., “â€" In just two minutes. by Judge Fitch's 0ch yellow watch the office was cleared and no one know how Lli Pérkins finished the sentence. Somebody told our reporter that Eli was try 1n lluatmte the proverb that "truth. a olute truth. in sometime! strangnr tbsp fiction.”-â€"- ~Saratogian.