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to cokkkm'ono i jram. II •MunaaitatttODa for thi* paper should b« |WM top the BUM of th« aatbor; not naceuarU; ta iflMMttm. bat M an erldanoe of good faith on the put 4M tkl writer. Writ* only on oaa alda of the. pa par. B« fHMMluir outhl, ia Kirtnc names and dttw, tc ban jfcl^>ttM<^and^Vrari»«^Ulp«jnd^^ SBHMB9 V" ?•- V: '" M s ft" M < fe'; >JN- vjt •V'l *V te. it ASD SO DO TOO; BI THOMAS B. HOLKKS. I#' \ V^" m tV;' ' ̂ pV* ^ fe'. t (tag my song in praise of the man. The man with the massive brain, y a, ><v '• IVbo heads nie oft at every turn And flings this sweat. refr»ra: •':* **You better do this and vou bet'er dfcthat; . ..... Youonght todo bo and ho; irou don't do thus you'll make a mistake; I've been through the mill, you kuow." <• The seasons come and the seasons so • t: 1 imp rolls on apace; «. . • "Where'er 1 turn my steps I meet This mnn w ith Ihe iron fsce. He speaks to mo in an undertook, Says he: "You're goin« wrong; *1 hate to say a word, my boy, Bat 1 want help to you along.* ; ©e chants Ms song without. a skip t1 From early morn till night ; • lifteth up hia voice aa loL>g 4, As any one's in sight • . r.i •And nay a : "My 1m>v. I'll tell^da:#M|f^t-' *;», It's host for you to do; i * L *Yon bettor follow iny advieo. , »iv; I'm an older man than you." if grit my teeth and listen -tvlrflw The man with the massive brain a soft, soductive und< rtoce, Chants his sweet refrain. / Vi And when lie's through, ) turn away. : V And w thout thinking twice > f ' - 1 t h r o w h i a c o u n s e l t o . t h e w i ^ t l . > f , • And take my own advioa. •' ',t**^-9oHoma Valley WbtetU. . - il&v: o THE PARSON'S BI EVA KICHMOSD. 11;; V: :>Y, Mr •wm |V W "ffoS ^ young Captain paced the deek •Cestlesyly to and fro. This was to be litis last voyage, be promised himself, <mnd he wondered what he would do "when he should quit the ocean. Sud- "•denly his mind was recalled from his •dreaming by a child grasping at his •fcand, and he turnei. "Don't, Harry," remonstrated a sWeet- "voiced young girl. '"Pardon him, sir. fie is not afraid of strangers," she con- 'tinned, addressing him. Captain Lefevre stooped down, and look the child up in his arms. He had Noticed the mischievous little imp before, •fluid his pale companion; but' he had ^pven them no second thought "What's your name?" he asked of the tittle fellow. "Harry," was the ready response. * What's 'oors ?" : , Victor Lefevre," he roturned laugh­ ingly. "This is not your young •brother?" he observed, turning to the Igiri beside him. "No, sir," she replied- "He is Mrs. ^Tanstein's son, and I am only his nurse, c Alice Dormer." . "Where is Mrs. Vanstein?" he asked; • *1 have not noticed her Among the pas- {r^fltengers." c I . ""She is not well, sir. She has not her cabin since we saiied from •India." "Ah! indeed. I am sorry for the lady. Me she seriously indisposed?" "No, sir; only languid, which she be- 9Uev»3 has been occasioned by the Climate. She is an English lady, the •Widnw of a German gentleman." "Tell her anything in our vessel is at Iter disposal," he answered, and then •t*egan to talk to the child. Eight days more passed and yet Mrs. ^Vanstein did not emerge from her state- #l>om. During that time the Captain jhad become quite intimate with the boy I Harry and his young protectress. He felt strongly interested in the pale * brown-eyed Miss Dormer; bi|t he be- 1 l&aveA it to t>e nothing more than be- ~ -oause she was so lovely and, evidently, sad. He had not fallen in love with her. "He could not fall in love With any woman, he said to ' himself; and if ever he did marry, it * 4ftust be a fine, magnificent woman, **"whose beauty would enchain the adrni- * ration of every one who approached her; v * woman whom he could listen tostrang- v ^«ra comment upon with pleasure, in feet, a woman worthy of reigning as ^utieen in his handsome house on the Uaanks of the Thames at Twickenham. iSilire Dormer wa» not a woman. She 5 iraa ^ quiet^ shy, sad little girl, with dreamy eyes, but not even pretty. A "Country parson's daughter, she said; ""and," he added to himself, "just as *«weet and pure as a parson's daughter ; ^ :;*WUght to Ikb." . One afternoon, Mrs. Yanstein appeared r)f t ""On deck, leaning languidly on Harry'i murse. Captain Lefevre stepped for- v 'Wrard, and stcod still. He recognized '•he proud, imperious beauty in her "Clack -crape--recognized her in the be- »€ng who had driven him from his home ... - Jears before. " 4* This woman he had loved with a mad -5/- *»ort of worship--a quick, feverish heat ; ;l »• fascination which he was incapable of s'T r tesisting. She had led him step by i f. " ^tep, made him believe that his passion - *"Was reciprocated; and then--then her father forbade her seeing Victor Le- •Cevre more! He was too poor a match <€or his brilliant daughter. At first she ,VIpretended to feel the separation as se- t/j Verely as he did; but he soon saw that " mt was all pretense--she had been play- with him! That knowledge en- Inged him. He ran away from his v';' 4iome, and went to sea. Chance drifted tirim to India, and then to an old uncle ^;;.:;/.flfchat was there. He took a fancy to 1 'Victor; he assisted him; and finally*be- ' ;< Hield him Captain in one of the large ^ ' «$hips that sailed between Liverpool and "Jf;./,,•.India, Shortly afterwards he died, fuad bequeathed to Victor his great ^wealth, with only the stipulation that ' > %e should leave the ocean forever. It is too dangerous a life for you, my y," he wrote in his letter. I should inducements for you to fi > * . 4leave it before, only I wished to see ' "'what stuff you were made of. I am sat- ' ' <j\ ^stied now. Without any assistance you 'would win a fortune for yourself; but in o doing you would do as I have done-- i *' •, w "Sforego all the pleasure of society, and ""wear out your life in toil. You must I ffaot do it. My wealth is sufficient for | ^you, and I know yon will not waste it. "- I have bought, through an agent, the | " old Lefevre Mansion on the banks of ?the Thames, and had it handsomely re- ""built and refurnished. I hope it will be .your future home, and resound to the fcappy voices of wife and children." All this went through his mind as he . I xglanced at the superb woman--the em- '£)&./ ft 1 tcdanent of his ideal, the love of his %Y *• • t youth. He knew she was a widow now, ,w: " f --would she recognize him? . t •irf-" He stepped forward. He raised his J 2iat respectfully. ^ "I am happy to see that Mrs. Van- «:sfcein has recovered her health snf- < fflciently to come out," he observed '••courteously. ' She started. A change crept over ^ber. Her brilliant though soft orbs were lifted quickly to his face, and then as quickly veiled by her heavy, jetty *4*shes. ' •Victor!" t;-;: tA' '4. %/•' !: if'; with felgneS lightness. "1 am happy to meet you after so many years." He held out his hand as he spoke, and she laid hers within it. He sat down beside her; he felt the old fasci­ nation creeping over him. Time was swept away, the old pain forgotten--• Afeis was the Imogen of his happy days! He noticed not the quick pallor, the quivering of the lip, as Alice Dormer tamed away--noticed nothing but the beautiful woman before him. From that time he was devoted to her. Not a moment scarcely passed that the Captain was not by Mrs. Van.stein's side, until the fellow-passengers smiled sig­ nificantly. The widow had made a con­ quest I Harry was not her own child, she told him. It was the only child of her dead husband. He was a widower when she married him, and she had only been married a year when he died, leav­ ing little Harry to her care, an orphan indeed. I missed Mr. Vanstien," she con­ tinued, softly; "but I oouid not mourn him very much, for I did not love him. People told me that my heart was dead!" She looked into his eyes as she spoke and he knew what she meant to imply. Their vcyage was drawing to a close. As yet, he had not said any thing to her which she could construe into a decla­ ration of love, but she was satisfied. She knew he was caught, blinded. One morning he came upon deck rather suddenly, and found little Harry crying piteously. His forehead was bruised and cut as if with some terrific blow. : v What has happened?" fie aeked, quickly. "Mamma " began the little fellow, but Alice drew him to her quickly. "He got hurt," she said evasively. "Hush, Harry!" as the child attempted to speak again. Captain Lefevre wondered why she seemed so anxious to divert his attention from the subject, and then noticed how much frailer Alice Dormer looked than when they first left India. "I am afraid the voyage has not agreed with you," he said, sympatheti­ cally. "Are you ill, Miss Alice?" "Not at all," she responded; but her looks belied her words, and he was not satisfied, though he tried to dismiss it from his mind. He wondered why a sigh escaped her lips, and longed to comfort her. He was interested in her because she was so friendless, he assured himself. At that moment the widow swept upon the deck. She looked first at Alice, and then at Capt. Lefevre; and a scowl crept for an instant over her face, but was succeeded by a smile. "Take Harry down below," she said; and the nnrse obeyed. . "Your little boy has been htlrt," he observed. " Was it an accident ?" "No," she returned with a half-drawn sigh. "Alice struck him while in a fit of temper." "I could not have believed such a thing of her £ he exclaimed, with a shocked air. I believed her too kind- hearted to act so to a child 1" - "And so did I," she responded, sadly. "But you can never trust a pale, iono- cent-faced girl. They are deceitful." Capt. Lefevre made no further com­ ments, but he felt strangely hurt within. Could it be possible that he had been so deceived in his estimate of Alice Dormer ? All through the day thoughts of her pale face haunted him, and the harder he found it to convince himself that it could really be so. The-next morning he passed Mrs. Vanstein's door. "If you dare to tell, IH kill you," he heard her say to the child. He wondered what it meant. A few moments lrter, as he sauntered along, Alice Dormer came up with the child. "i wish to speak to you, Harry," he said to the little fellow, and put out his hand. Alice drew the child back. She in­ stinctively knew that he intended $o question him. "Oh, no, sir!" she exclaimed. "I am master on board this vessel, Miss Dormer," he said, sternly, as he took the child, and walked away from her. She stood still. She dare not follow him. He looked at her, and believed it was the fear of being exposed that troubled her. " How did you hurt your face, little one ?" he asked, gently." "I dare not tell," he cried. aMamma says shell kill me if I do!" "I won't let mamma hurt you," he re­ turned, reassuringly; "I will give4 you something nice if you will tell me." "Will you?" he cried, eagerly. "I will tell. Mamma called Alice bad names, and then took a glass to throw at her, and I put my arms round her neck, and it hit me! Alice thought I was dead!" Captain Lefevre was literally thus* derstmck. "You love Alice?* he asked. "I love Alice--she's good!" the child answered, in an impressive manner. "She don't strike me like mamma." He pressed the child to his bosom for a moment, and then took a large golden medal from his pocket, which he had intended for the boy, and gave it to him. "Go back to Miss Alice," he sud softly, as he released him. He sat still when he left him; the mist was swept from his eyes in time, and he was thankful. An hour passed, and then Mrs. Vanstein appeared. She went over to speak to Harry, and the Captain followed her. She sat down; but he did not follow her example. He Btood before her, with a singular ex­ pression flitting over his handsome face. "We shall arrive in Liver pud to­ morrow," he observed. v "So soon?" she faltered. " vLl "Yes. I intend to give up the enlarge of this ship then. I shall never go to sea any more." "Is that true?" she asked, a new glow flitting into lie/ eyes. Captain Lefevre intended to propose now! "Yes," he resumed. "I shall go di­ rect to London, where I have a home on the Thames awaiting me." "And keep bachelor's hall?" she asfed with a winning smile, and a quick dropping of her eye-lashes. "No; not if Miss Dormer will go there as my wife?" he returned, calmly. "What is my answer, Alice?" turning to her. A soft light flickered in her face. "Do not be afraid to answer me," ,he said, gently. "I love you, Alice. I "If I hear of you ill-using Harry," he observed, sternly, "I shall appeal to the law to have your guardianship trans­ ferred to another." She made no reply, but parsed on. Victor never regretted meeting the parson's daughter, or that he had found out in time the true character of his once beloved Imogen. i The Gratitude of Men. In connection with Crockford's an ac­ count is given of a certain ScropeDavies. One night he was introduced at those gaming-room* to a Mr. H., a young man who had inherited a large fortune and was to be married witiiin a month. After talking for a long time the two men began to play hazavd and Davies won all before him. By morning the youth had lost everything he had in the world, and throwing himself on a sofa he covered his face with his hands and cried like a child, "Listen to me," said Scrope Daveis, touching him upon the shoulder: "I will forego everything I won to-night on one condition, and that is that you will take a solemn oath that you will never touch cards or dice again." The conditions were accepted and faith­ fully observed on both sides. Some years afterward Scrope Davies, who continued to gamble, lost every­ thing he possessed, and in his dire ne­ cessity he wrote to Mr. P , who had married the girl he loved and waxed richer and richer," to the following ef­ fect; "You begged me, should I ever want a friend, to come to you, as you considered that all you possessed be­ longed as much to me as to yourself. Without taking any such exaggeraged view of your obligations I now ask you for some assistance to enable me to weather the storm." In reply he re­ ceived a formal note to the effect that "Mr. H^-- regretted that he was un­ able to offer Scrope Davies any assist­ ance."--London Saturday Review. have loved you ever since we met here. My infatuation for another is over!" Mrs. Vanstein arose, black, angry, scowling. "Dastard!" she muttered, as she hastened to her cabin, knowing that she was foiled--the golden prize had slipped through her fingers. She did not make her appearance again until the steamer arrived at its destination; then she came out closely veiled. Captain Lefevre stepped over h«r. A emtio i s riBftisu iwnr. hesaid Wouldn't Hurt the Trains. Tourist Operator Bogardus, known to telegraph operators in every city of im­ portance throughout the United States, was in the city yesterday. "Bogy," as he is familiarly called, has traveled all over this country and Europe, and mostly on tne -contributions of his brother key pounders and the passes of persistently importuned railroad of­ ficials. "Bogy" hasn't done a stroke of work for an interminable length of tinfts, simply because nomadic life is prefer­ able. He was yesterday on his way to Memphis, with the avowed intention of actually going to work at the key board. Hundreds of stories are told of "Bogy's" persistency in applying for railroad passes. The best of these per­ haps, his importunate demands for a pass from Geueral Manager Williams of the Cincinnati, Hamilton and Day­ ton road. After declining at three or four successive visits, Mr. Williams in­ dignantly told Bogardus never to call at his office again for a pass. An hour later "Bogy" popped his head into the general manager's office and remarked: "Mr. Williams, I haven't called for a pass; I just want one of your time cards. I've concluded to walk, and I want a time card so as to keep out of the way of regular trains.v Mr. Williams bit his lip to suppress an incipient smile, and ordered his clerk to write out*a pass for the persistent applicant.--Chattanooga Times. Sits Still and Glares. "When I go to the library," said a lady to The Man About Town, "aad try to get any of the daily papers 1 usually find a horrid man in possession, either reading every line in the paper, including the advertisements, or else carelessly resting his elbow on one paper while carefully perusing an­ other. "What do you do in snoh .an event?" asked The Man, anxious to find out. "Oh, II simply take a seat near him and glare. Yes, sir, glare with all the tigerish concentrated ferocity an amia­ ble woman can throw into a pair of weak blue eyes." "What happens?" "Oh, he shifts about uneasily, as il he were the focus of four dozen pairs of opera glasses, and presently either moves his arm or deserts the paper I want to get. But men don't bother me nearly so much as women. Why ? Be­ cause women are impervious to and wholly oblivious of a glare or a stony stare or any other form of ocular inten: sitv. For instance, when I go to look for the foreign magazines I usually find some lady reading my favorite periodi­ cal, while the rest are out of sight." "Where are they?" "She is sitting on them and nothing this side of a dynamite explosion will get her to move. So I pass on." There is a good sized moral hidden about this story somewhere.--St. Louis Republican. A Lesson In Manners. That the manners of our fathers are not. ours is well enough understood, and the phrase "of the old school" has come to be used rather as a reproach to the degenerate present generation. An old lady who belonged to the times when courtesy was perhaps more general, a« it certainly waft more elaborate, tlian it is now, administered rather neatly a rebuke to a lad who did not come up to her ideas. She had known the bo^s father when he was in Harvard, as now was the son, and as the latter could hardly remem­ ber his parents who died in his infancy, he was always eager to learn all he could about them. The youth was invited to call upon the old lady, who is now beyond the term set by the Psalmist for man's life, at a country place one day last summer, and had an interview with her upon the wide veranda, where she was sitting when he arrived. He lifted his hat, and then, replacing it upon his head, went on talking with the old dame, who regarded him with looks oi disapproval. "Do I look like my father?" . the young man asked at length. "I cannot tell," the old lady replied, dryly. "I never, saw him with his hat on when he talked with a lady." ~ Must Have Known HittL ' p De Llow (one of the imperturbables) --Aw, by Jawve, a chap rutdied out on me lawst night and swqre he'd take my life. Browns ton--And what did you do? De Llow (lazily)--Told him, by Jawve, he couldn't take my life any easier than I took it myself, and he left. Must have known me, eh, Brownston ? Pee try All Gone* Editor--Why do you never write any more of those little verses about court­ ing and love-making ? They seemed to take very^well. Reporter--I wrote them when I had a regular girl. I do not feel poetie any more. "Girl go back on you?" * "No, married me. *-- Chicago Ledger. ••lit m Btllti Or«r a T«t Salt Kandb Situated in the extreme northeast corner of the State of Virginia is one of the. most curious places on the face of the earth. It is known as Franklin City an d lies on a portion of Chesapeake bay made famous by its oyster fisheries. Shortly after the close of the civil war several Virginians opened their eyes to the fact that a wealth of gold lay hidden neath the waters in the vicinity of what is now Franklin City in the form of oysters. Further than open their eyes they did nothing until 1877. In that year, however, a railroad was built down from a Delaware town to the land bordering on the oyster beds. This land was a vast salt marsh and was in the possession of old Judge Franklin. When the road was, completed the capi­ talists had a pier biiilt into the bay from the edge of the swamp. At the shore end of the pier a few piles were driven into the swamp, a little one-room shanty was brought over on the cars and set apon the piles and then in honor of its owner the shanty, with the pier, was named Franklin City. In consideration of this honor the judge presented half the swamp to the enterprising capital­ ists. The boom in Franklin City was on from that day, for judge Franklin at once laid out his part of the marsh in building lots and sold them for improve­ ment. On an average two houses have been built every year since, and none has been destroyed. Franklin City now contains nearly two and a half score of houses, but it is only fair to say that the larger part of them have been* erected within three years. Franklin City is one of the oddest cities to be found anywhere. It is a city set on stilts. Every, house stands on piles, and is from three to four feet above the surface of the ground. There is a huge frame hotel that towers above the surrounding houses like a hay barn ,above a cow shed on a New York farm. There are two avenues and two cross streets, ungraded and unworked of course. There are houses, including one dwell­ ing built on piles out over the bay. There are pig pens and stables set on piles like the dwellings, and elevated board walks run from the houses to the outbuildings. A dozen of the dwell­ ings are low, neat cottages. The rest are shanties of various sizes. There is neither sewer nor drain in Franklin City, but for two very good reason, a doctor is rarely called for. One reason is that, whenever a south­ east gale rages out at sea, and the ocean is piled up on the long sea wall, called Assateague Beech, that keeps the waves •from rolliug in on Franklin City, the tide rises so high that Franklin City gets a bath. The tide sweeps the lots and through the sheets and flushes them out. The other reason is that the drinking water is excellent. Some of the wells are sunk in the bay itself, and sweet water ii drawn up, so to speak, from the bottom of the sea. They use driven Wells, and every well draws .water in an inexhaustible quantity from sixty feet below the surface. Equally interesting with the city are its people. They are a curious mixture of Jersey and Maryland families. Every soul there is more or less directly con­ nected with the oyster business, save only the trainmen employed by the railroad. The men dress in long-legged rubber boots, twilled cotton overalls, and jackets, and sou'westers, which they wear on their heads at this season with the flannel or lining side out. They are all expert boatmen, boatbuilders and sailmakers; they can and do, tong, dredge, and cull oysters to a man. They wear their beards full, their faces are red, their hands hard, and their man­ ners bluff. They never lock their doors at night, because there is not a man there who would steal money, though they do say that unaccountable mis­ takes are made when gathering the oyster harvest, by which under-water farm lines are crossed and the reaper gathers where he did not sow. The women dress in calico, and they wear sun bonnets made of the same low- priced material. They are a handsome lot, however, old and young, calico or no caiioo. • He Was Smart* "You wouldn't take me for a sharp fellow, would you ?" asked an pld man who lives in a "boomed" district of Tennessee. Several men were sitting on the platform at a railway station, waiting for a train. The old fellow had come up with pies, made of dried peaches, and had offered in vain to sell out for ten cents. "No," answered one of the men, "I'd not take you to be very sharp.*' "Well, I'll just tell you how sharp I was. Two or three weeks ago, atter the boom sot in over yander at Cardiff, I noticed one mornin' that a lot of fellers was pokin' round in my field. I went over an' found that they had a lot of chains an' three-legged things, an' was a takin' sight at nothin' in particular. But I soon seed that they must V had somethiu' particular in view, fur they didn't want to tell me what the'r busi­ ness was, an' finally they worried me so with the'r draggin' of chains an' tbkin' of sight that I told them that if they didn't move on away I would set the dogs on them. That brought them to time, an' one of them draw'd me to one side an'asked me what I would take for that field. Wall, I didn't know. It was a putty fa'r piece of land an' I wa'n't itchin' to sell it, still I mout be dragged into partin' with it. They didn't seem very anxious about the price --all they 'peered to want to know was if they could git the land. Finally I told them that >»iey mout have it for one thousand dollars, a putty high mark, I can tell you; but they bit like a trout. They paid me the money an' I went home about as happy a man as thar was in the country. Wall, the next day, what did I diskiver? Them fellers begun to lay the land off in town lots an' then my wife hopped on me. She 'lowed that I never did have no sense nohow, an' swore that them fellers would build a town light thar under our very noses an' sell the lot3 for big money an' that Ave would have to set ' thar with our little thousand dollars an' see a city with great blocks of buildings grow up. I seed the point, an' the next day I got a feller to slip around an' buy up the lots. I borred all the money I could an' wife she borred all she could, an' after investin' nearly four thousand dollars we were masters of the situa­ tion. We had beam of the new rail­ road that was coinin' in an' we waited an' waited, but it didn't come; so atter while, seein' that the men had stopped takin' sight an' draggin' thar chains, I went around to investigate an' lo and behold the fellers had dun left the neighborhood. I have Bense learned that they have played that trick in several places an' that they never did build no town. They put up the job mighty nice an' the feller that was so sharp in buvin' back the land for me ' Was one of the raskila himself. 3foW, my wife lows that I am the biggest fool In the world an' has* gone to town to git a divorce from me, an' here I am try in' to Bell pies fur a iivin'."--Arkansaw Traveler. Artificial Ice* Making artificial ice is an industry that has been carried on in the South for many years. Here it has not been necessary, because nature generally gives us a liberal supply at a very moderate price. During the past win­ ter, however,, the weather was so mild that the supply is short, and artificial ice will no doubt be made this season in immense quantities. Few persons understand what the process is. Here is a very simple ex­ planation of it, taken from Harper's Weekly: The apparatus required for making artificial ice includes a powerful engine for driving the pumps, great iron re­ torts for holding the aqua ammonia, a long system of coil pipes, and extensive vats to contain the ice cans. The process depends upon the capac­ ity of a substance that is expanding, after great condensation, to absorb heat. The substance used in this case is am­ monia. Mixed with water it i9 placed in one or more of the great cylinders or retorts, which contain coils of pipe. Into these pipes steam is sent, heating the contents of the retort until the am­ monia is separated from the water and sent into another retort, where it is sub­ jected to great pressure,, under which in liquefies. In another room, provided with double doors and walls like those of a refrigerator, are several vats, in which are suspended canB of galvanized iron. Some of these cans are calculated to hold 200 pounds of ice and others are still larger. Between these cans pass lines of iron pipes, connected with the retorts outside, and the entire vat, in which the cans and pipes are contained, is filled/with brine. In the great condensation to which the ammonia gas has been subjected to liquefy it, it has parted with all its heat, and the large pipes that carry it to the vat are so cold as to be covered with frost. When ice is to be made the caus are filled with distilled water and covered with thick caps. The ammonia is then admitted to the coils running through the brine of the vat. As soon as the tremendous pressure is relieved, by turning the stopcocks, the ammonia ex­ pands into gas, resumes the amount of heat with which it parted when undergo­ ing condensation, and of course extracts it from the surrounding brine. This, in turn, extracts heat from the distilled water, which freezes, as the brine itself would do, were it not saline and kept in motion by means of pumps. In a few hours each can contains a mass of solid ice, and is then hoisted from the vat, dropping for a moment in warm water to loosen the ice, and up­ set. The block of ice slides out, and is either stored or placed in front of a cir­ cular saw and divided into smaller blocks. After the ammonia gas has done 4ts work it is returned to a retort, con­ ducted to it3 starting place and reab­ sorbed by water. It can be used over again, and this proeess goes on continu­ ously, with some slight waste.--?jP/t&a- delphia Times. Lived A Hundred Tears. Lewis- Cornaro, a noble Venetian, bad been a professed epicure and liber­ tine till he entered the fortieth year of his age. His constitution was so far reduced by the colic, rheumatic pains, fever, etc., that his physicians at length as­ sured him that he eould not survive much longer than two months; that no medicine whatever could avert the catastrophe, and that the only possible means of preserving his life would be a regular adherence to a frugal diet. He punctually followed this advice, per­ ceived symptoms of convalesence within a few days from the commencement of his plan of reformation, and after the lapse of twelve months, was not only completely restored, but found himself in a better state of health than he had ever been during any period of his life. He resolved, therefore, to confine himself to a still more parsimonious regimen, and to take nothing but what he judged to be absolutely requisite for his support. Thus, during sixty yerrs, he con fined himself to exactly twelve ounces of food a day (bread and other nourish­ ments included,) with thirteen ounces of beverage. It should be also observed that dur­ ing this long period he carefully avoided violent heat, cold, passion, and extremes of every kind, and by rigidly and uni­ formly adhering to this moderate diet, not only his body, but his mind also, acquired so determined a tone that no common incidents could affect them. At a very advanced age ho lost a law­ suit which involved pecuniary concerns of great importance, and on account of which two of his brothers died of broken hearts; but he still retained his usual health and tranquility. His carriage was accidentally overturned and dragged along by the horses, in consequence of which his arms and legs were dis­ located. He caused them, however, to be redueed again, and, without taking any medicines, was in a short time re­ stored. He died at the age of 100.-- Medical Classics. They Offended Him. The man who keeps the frhit stand at the corner of Broadway and Thir­ teenth street, had an unusual experi­ ence yesterday. A party of men stopped there to wait for a car, and a blockade in the street made the wait a tedious one. While they were waiting one of the party stepped up to the stand, picked off a handful of peanuts, ate them at>d walked away without offering any money consideration for his refresh­ ments. The fruit man looked after hipi pretty hard, but said nothing. Seeing that this worked tolerably well another of the party picked off another and ate it. Another took a piece of maple sugar. Somebody else took a banana, and as no one in all this time said any­ thing about money, the fruit man got mad. Looking very black at the crowd, each of whom was munching some of his goods, he said, in a lan­ guage half Italian and half English: "I like a hard cheek. I like the man who helps himself and says nothing about money. For my own part I don't want money. I've got more than Jay Gould or Mr. Vanderbilt. Come up and take the whole blooming stand. Come up and take the house and lot on the corner. Take the Broadway Bail- road, their horses and cars, and eat 'em right before the eyes of the oompany." And he brushed the dust off his goods and assumed an attitude of watchful­ ness, which implied that he was saying one thing but meant another.--New York World. A BIP TAN WiSKLE OF '1? Tthli 8te#«rt Arrives In Sm FrutiMW truia K«w York by Mule Team. "Mustang Tom" is in town, fie might have been seen yesterday driving about on a bnckboard driven by a pair of small brown mules. The rig is a curiosity in its way, and the appear­ ance of general decay that lingers about it tells of the hardships through which it has passed. While making a tour of the city yesterday Tom was the magnet that attracted all eyes, and when he pulled up alongside of the curbstone long enough to visit a convenient saloon a crowd would gather to inspect the odd oraft. The bnckboard has a seat large enough to hold Tom and his dog, "Bos­ ton," a water spaniel of uncertain lin­ eage. On the back of the seat if strapped a rusty army musket, which has been the close companion of its owner for twenty years. Where the whip socket should be an old shovel is securely tied, with the handle down­ ward. A roll of blankets, in which is wrapped an ancient frying pan, a coffee pot, and a few provisions, is tied on the bnckboard over the hind axle, and com­ pletes the outfit with which Tom has just made a trip across the plains. He left New York about eighteen months ago, visited friends in Missouri, passed through Salt Lake City, drove to Tomb­ stone, Arizona, struck tip north to Idaho, went through Montana and east­ ern Oregon, crossed to Nevada, and by slow stages worked his way to thu city. When seen yesterday by an Examiner reporter he was dressed in a suit badly in need of repairs. His head was crowned by a weather-beaten, broad­ brim, slouch hat, once white, and his feet were encased in a pair of army brogans, many sizes too big, and untied. He is a veritable Bip Van Winkle of '49. Tom gathered himself together when questioned, and told the following story: "My name's Tom Stewart, and I was born in Pennsylvania nigh on 64 years ago. I've been across the plains three times, and have never ridden a foot of the way on a boat or a car. The first time I conic over was in '49, along with a party frojn Boone County, Missouri. I went to work mining, and in '53 came to 'Frisco with fifteeu pounds of gold dust and $7,000 in slugs. I bought an outfit and went East again, but returned the latter part of r59. "I worked about the mines again for a while, got married to a gal at Peta- luma, where I lived until my wife died, about twenty years ago, leaving a baby girl. I left her with her grandfolks, and have not seen her since, but they tell me she's a fine-looking, likely young woman now. After my wife died I commenced to wander about, and have kept it up ever since. "The smallest of them mules is Jenny. I bought her sixteen years ago, and I've kept her ever since. She helped draw me around, and has worn out three .mates in her da^ -She's a tough one, she is." "How long have you been making your last round trip?" "Nigh on to three years, I guess. In 1687 I was in Idaho prospecting. I made a strike, sold out for $1,600 and concluded to go and see my uncle at Pittsburgh, Pa.' I bought the buck- board and a mate for Jenny, and started. I couldn't pack my provisions, but bought them along the line. When I ran short I used that old musket you see there. I've carried her Bince I left Petaluma, and can kill with her at 10C yards. I went through Salt Lake City going back East, I remember, but 1 don't recollect the other big cities ] passed through, I drove into New York, stayed there a couple of weeks, and then went and saw my uncle. "I couldn't stand that country, so ,1 hitched up one morning and headed for California. I came by Way of Missouri, and stopped over a few days at Boone County to see my old friends, but found them all dead or gone. I then drove tc Salt Lake City, and from there turned and went to Tombstone. I prospected a week, but struck nothing, and headed for Idaho. "From there I drove into Montana. That was about six months ago, and the snow began to fall, and 1 crossed ovei to Oregon and into northern. California. Here I got caught in a snow blockade. Well, I never saw anything like it. 1 thought I'd perish, but luck was with me, and by hard work I got into Nevada, traveled south for a while, crossed the Sierra Nevadas, and was once again in California. I got to this town Satur­ day night, and expect to start off again for Arizona in a day or two." "Have you got any money?" "No; I don't need much. I can get a feed for my team, dog, and myself most anywhere 1 go, and that's all 1 want." "Have you many .relatives living hi the East?" "Well, I don't know how many of them's living, but there was quite a family of us. My father, liobert Stewart, and my brother Bob were both Union men, and got killed in the battle of Bull Run. Jim, another brother, was a rebel, and was Captain of the Black Horse Cavalry at Bull Run. I'm a rebel, too. Just as much so now as 1 ever was. Jim and me's good ones, 1 tell you. Jim's running the postoffice now at Washington. " When I leave this city I'm going mining. I'd rather mine than eat, 1 would." Tom passed the first night in town in a room of a cheap lodging house. In narrating his experience yesterday he said: "That's the first time' I've slept in s bed in fifteen years, and I don't want nc more of it I'd rather lay on the floor." J While driving down Market street, near Stockton, yesterday, Tom got in front of a car of the Market street line. The gripman rang the bell, but Tom, without giving the least heed to the gong, leisurely drove along. He almost caused a blockade, and five cars were strung out behind him, when the grip- man of the first train jumped offi grabbed Jenny by the bridle, and shouted: "Why don't you take that thing ofl the track?" Tom placidly turned around, intend­ ing to bring the musket into play, and responded: "Well, why don't you go around me ?" It took the influence of a policeman to convince him that eable cars can't turn out for mule teams.--8un JPVon* cisco Exavuner. THERE seems to be a revival of the postage stamp mania among the boys. The other day in "school one of the youths was asked by the teacher. "For whkt is the Island of Ceylon noted?" And the boy answered with promptness and good faith, "For its postage stamps being awful' hard* to get! --Boston Transcript. the] ELOqUBfiCE AND TEMMJME- *j»K»rdy Join B'H SUCCE** ««>' teoacham'i AtlmttMi. Seventy Johnson was one of th«t j men that ever made Lord Br * listen with any degree of geunix terest. says the Boston Globe. lordship's companions have cox that whenerver he was not taL_ was thinking of sometftingto taUt L It was at a dinner given by the Mary lander in London that he oai, the elusive attention of the self-absecl earl. They had got down to cahvasg*] back ducks, brought from the fcr-awayl home of the host, and the joy of the] guests was exquisite. 1 • Brougham vowed that not wither] dish in the world should be thought < in the same moment with canvas-1 ducks from Chesapeake Bay. He ' tured to say to Johnson that hedoul not that they were now enjoying fairest products of the States. "Oh, no!" answered the proodi American. "We have something hr] superior to that which I have spread be- ] fore you to-night." ] His lordship was astonished, and in­ quired, "What might that be?" "Chesapeake terrapin," answered Mr.i Johnson. ' He saw then tha1; be had Btirred the curiosity of his oompany, and so he proceeded to gratify it under tho rare inspiration of Lord Brougham's atten- ; tiveness. In graphic speech he went" down into the mud for the hibernating quadruped, washed its shell and then boiled it. He pictured with blood-curdling viv­ idness the way the terrapin would re­ spond to tho constantly increasing tem­ perature of the water by stretching forth its long, ugly head and searching seemingly for some means of escape. Next the listening guests saw the shell float off and the scalding process begin in dead earnest. Then the cook in the lively picture deftly removed the claws and "the gall, which disposed of half the bulk in the pot. The precious remainder then en­ tered upon the stewing process in an­ other vessel. At last the terrapin, re­ duced to sweet-strings and juicy par­ ticles, was turned into a great chafitfjg dish and carried to the dining-room, where waiting company saw it placed before the hostess in an old-time lace cap and wonderfully embroidered apron. The little lamp beneath the dish was then lighted. In a few moments the cruardian angel began the seasonings, with a sprinkle of this, a dash of that and a generous pour of some venerable Madeira. About this time the English lips smacked, and Lord Brougham, who had ' listened eagerly,, exclaimed: "That is eloquence!" The Sulou Jury's Dilemma* The jury of "the Paris Salon of this year has been put between the devil and the deep sea by Charles Castell- ani, a French painter, who submitted about seventy square feet of canvas on which were painted an Asiatic girdle richly set with precious stones, an over­ flowing jug of winet a Lyons sausage, gold and paper representing 10,000 francs, and a grinning Indian god. The jtbry behind this rather curious "still life" is as follows:. M. Constans. the present Fi e ich Minister of the Interior, while Governor-General in Farther India some time ago, received from King Norodam, in Cambodia, a present of a magnificent girdle valued at $200,000, which his political opponents repre­ sented to be a reward for some kind of dark work done by him for King Noro­ dom. Then, too, M. Constans became in­ volved in the founding of a Lyons bank, which eventually got into the courts It was generally reported throughout France that M. Constans received ten thousand francs for his work in starting the bank. When accused in the French Chamber of having been bribed into helping found the bank, M. Constans declared that the only reward he ever got was a Lyons sausage. Castellani has, therefore, silently accused the Min­ ister of the Interior of both lying aad corruption by placing a pot de vin (col­ loquial French for "bribe") among the other articles celebrated for their con­ nection with several shady transactions in the Minister's public lifei The jury has been unable to say a word against his seventy square feet of canvas from an artistic point of view. It was feared, however, that its accept- f'- ance would lead the Government ':Vi withdraw the Palace of Industry* m ^ which the exhibition was to be field, from the Committee's disposition. Ac- . eording to the last accounts, the jury is still trying to steer between the Scylla of governmental displeasure and the Charybdis of artistic unfairness.--San Francisco Argonaut ti Bedridden by HallHcinatieii. One of the earliest settlers of ingston County, Missouri, has for twenty-five years been the victim of a ; | queer hallucination that lias kept him ^ < confined to his bed. In 18(15, during a Jr slight illness, he was seized with a fear that he would die of heart disease i| he attempted to stand up • or to raise his head above a certain level. Every pos­ sible means was resorted to by his family to drive the idea from his mind, \ but without success. He stubbornly ( stuck to his oouch, and refused to be coaxed or frightened out of it. On one ocoasion his wife had a lot of straw piled near the house and then set on fire. The wind blew the smoke toward the house and the family began shout- Jl ing fire and carrying out the furniture. ' Lilly was told to run for his life, but he never stirred out of bed. At another time his favorite daugh­ ter, Minnie, was sent away, and Lilly was told that she had been hurt and was dying at a neighbor's house, and that she begged him to como to her. Tears welled from the afflicted man's eyes, and his lips twitched with emo­ tion, but he did not move. After this signal failure no further attempts were made to arouse him, and it was thought he would never leave his bed except for the grave. One day, however, the dormant energies of Lilly reasserted themselves as suddeuly and mysteriously as they had departed, and he raised his head above the supposed danger line. Dumfounded at finding no serious results, he raised his head still higher and finally sat bolt upright. He has now apparently fully recovered and is superintending some improve­ ments on his farm. During his wife's administration of affairs the farm has trebled in value, and Lilly is to-day forty thousand dollars better off than he was when he took to his bed twenty-five years ago. V A colored dentist in Macon uses jm> % instruments except his fingers in ex­ tracting teeth. By means of long prac­ tice his fingers have become as strong as forceps, and he claims that he can pull teeth faster and with less pain than l' an dentists with instruments. *