The Sioux County journal. (Harrison, Nebraska) 1888-1899, July 04, 1895, Image 1
The Sioux County Journal. VOLUME VII. HAIWISOX, NEBRASKA, THURSDAY, JULY 4, 1895. NUMBER 44. v"-7 ill A Dream. 0, It ira but a deani I bad While tie musician played And here the iky and here the glas Old ocean kissed the glade. And here the laughing ripple ran And here the rose grew That threw a kixa to every man That voyaged with the crew Our silken aaili in lazy fold Drooped in the brcathlcs breeze, Ai o'er a field of marigolds Our eye aw am o'er the seas. While here the eddie lisped and purled A round the island' rim, And up from out the underwold We uw the mermen aw Int. And It wax dawn and middle day And midnight for the moon On silver rounds across the bay , Had rlimbed the skies of June And here the glowing, glorious king Of day ruled o'er the realm, With star of midnight glittering About hia diadem. The ai-a gull reeled on languid wing In circle round the mast; We heard the ongs the siren alng Aa we went sailing past Andxip and down the golden aandi A thousand fniry throng Flung at ua from iheir flashing handa, The eehoe of their aonga. Jamea Whitcomb Hiley. Nightingale. When thrushes rent the weary head, Aul linnet lie In gold and green, When blackbird on a downy bod, Are silvered with a moony aheen, What voice awakea the emerald houae? What lore incarnate (Ilea on wing? What passion ahakea the trembling boughs? It la the liird of I.ove that ainga. It ia the Bird of Ive that ainga. Stabbing our silence like a aword. And lore himself that fliea on wlnga, God and enchanter and no bird. Onr moon of honey, our marriage moon, Ridea in the heaven fur our delight. The silver world grow golden soon. Honey and gold aplllel in the night The Bird of I-ove. the Bird of I'aln, He ainga our marriage moon away; Filling the night with golden rain. Between the darkneaa and the day. Closer and closer, hold me close, For ia it I-ove or Heath he ainga? And la it Love or Death that goel ' Through the sweet night with ruatllng wings? New York Tribune. Hong. Come, fill the golden loving-cup With the amber winking wine, And send it gayly on Its round, The hour the hour'a divine. Awake the harp 'o music aweet And scatter rose deep, A health to Beauty and her train Away, away with sleep. Abroad. do aing the nightingalea, The moon is coining up. And twice a thousand stars have bloom ed - Send round the loving-cup. Tla summer time, the Jeweled date Of youth and joy and love, When cheeks do glow and eyea do shine And lips a cherry prove. Another round! and let the song Be merry that you sing. The hours are swift let them be bright And happiness he king; And let your licit rts with rhythm beat And lei your souls be free. For life is hope and hope ia bliss And bliss is melody. Chicago Record. Air iver. A morrow must come on When I ahull wuke to weep; But just for some ahort'houra, God, give me sleep! I ask not hope's return: As I have sown I reap. Grief must awake with dawn Yet, oh, to sleep! No dreams, dear God, no dreams; Mere slumber, dull and dccS, Such as Thou givest brutea Sleep, only sleep! Anne Reeve Aldrich. Gooil-llye. Good bye, dear eyes; a liftle white Yon lit the darkneaa of my days; Now life is naught, and nothing alaya; Good bye, dear eyes, tender mile And loving nays. Good-bye, dear hands; and now I pre For the last time your whiteness slim, And, if my eyes with tears are dim. - You will not love them, dear, the lea For tears in them. Good-bye, dear llpa, 'where death has eet Ills kiss, a colder one than thine; It ii t In your dwelling place divine, filial! you, dear iove, uue boar forget Tills kiss of mine? rail Mall UudgeC TALM AGE'S SERMON. HE DISCUSSES A QUESTION OF UNIVERSAL INTEREST. Favor Woman Suffrage, bat Hays Ilia Chief Anxiety I Not for This, but that Woman Khali Appreciate the Glori ous bights 8he Already I'oaai-aaea. The Queen of Women. Dr. Taliuage, while on ni Western tour, preached iu St. Ixiuis last Sunday, and Uiacuased a subject of universal interest, viz., "Woman's Opisirtuuily." his text be ing, "She shall be called woman," Genesis ii., 23. God, who can make no mistake, made man and woman for a specific work and to move iu particular apherea man to be regnant iu his realm; woman to be dom inant In hers. The boundary liue between Italy and Switzerland, between England and Scotland, la not more thoroughly marked than this distinction between the empire masculine and the empire feml uine. So entirely dissimilar are the fields to which God called them that you can no more compare them than you can oxygen and hydrogen, water and grass, trees and stars. All this talk about the superiority of one sex to the other sex ia an everlast ing waste of ink and speech. A jeweler may have a scale ao delicate that he can weigh the dust of diamonds, but where are. the scalea so delicate that you can weigh in them affection against affection, sentiment against sentiment, thought against thought, soul against soul, a man's world against a woman's world? You come out with your stereotyped remark that man is sucrior to woman in Intellect, and then 1 open on my desk the swarthy, iron typed, thunderbolted writings of Harriet Martineau and Elizabeth Brown ing and George Eliot. You come on with your stereotyped remark about womnu's superiority to man iu the item of affec tion, but I asked you where was there more capacity to love than in John, the disciple, and Matthew Simpson, the bish op, and Henry Martyn, the missionary? The heart of those men was ao large that after you had rolled into it two hem ispheres there was room still left to mar shal the hosts of heaven and set up the throne of the eternal Jehovah. I deuy to man the throne intellectual. I deny to woman the throne affectional. No human phraseology will ever define the spheres, while there is an Intuition by which we know a man is In his realm, and when a woman ia in her realm, and when either of them is out of it. No bungling legisla ture ought to attempt to wake a defiuitiou or to say, "This ia the line and that ia the Hue." My theory is that if a woman wauta to vote she ought to vote, and that If a man wants to embroider and keep houae he ought to be allowed to embroider and keep house. There are masculine women, and there are effeminate men. My theory ia that you have no right to inter fere vith any one's doing anything that ia righteous. Albany and Washington might aa well decree by legislation how high a browu, thrasher should fly or how deep a trout should plunge aa to try to seek out the height and depth of woman'a duty. The question of capacity will settle finally the whole question, the whole subject When a woman is prepared to preach, she will preach, and neither conference nor presbytery can hinder her. When a woman is prepared to move in highest commercial sphere she will have great Influence on the exchange, and no boards of trade can hinder her. I want woman to understand that heart and braiu can over fly any barrier that politicians may act up, und flint nothing ran keep her back or keep her down but the question of in capacity. IJnlversul H ultra go. I was in New Zealand last year just after the opportunity of suffrage hud been conferred tim women. The plan worked well. There had never been such good or der nt the polls, and righteousness tri umphed. Men have not made such a won derful mural success of the bullot box that they need fear women will corrupt It. In nil our cilics man has so nearly made the bullot box a failure, suppose we let wom an try. But there are some women, I know, of most undesirable nature, who wander up and down the country having no homes of their own or forsaking their own home -talking about their rights, und we know very well that they 'them selves are lit neither to vote nor to keep house. Their mission seem merely to hu miliate the two sexes at the thought of what any one of us might become. No one would want to live under the laws that such women would enact or to have cast upon society the children that such women would raise. But I shall show you that the bust rights that woman can own she already has iu her possession; that her position in this cotuifry nt tliiK time is not one of commiseration, but one of congrat ulation; that the grandeur and power of her realm have never yet lieen appreciat ed; that she sits to-day on a throne ao high that all the thrones of earth piled on top of each other would Hot make for her ft footstool. Here is the platform on which she stands. Away down'bclow it are the ballot box, and the congressional assem blage, and the legislative hall. Woman always has voted and always will vote. ( Mir great-grandfather thought they were by their votes putting Washington into the Presidential clmir. No. Ilis mother, by the principles she taught him ami by the iishits she inculcated, made him Presi dent. It was a Christian mothers linnd dropping the ballot when Lord Bacon wrote, anil Newton philosophized, and Al fred the Great govcrod, and Jonathan Edwards thundered o.' judgment to come. How many men there have been In high political station who would have been In sulllclent to Pin ml the test to which their moral principle was put had It not been for a wife's voice (hat encouraged them to i do right ed wife' prayer that sounded louder than the clamor of partisanship? The right of suffrage, as we men exercise it, seems to be a feeble thing. You, a Christian man, come up to the ballot box, and you drop your vote. Right after you "omea Vbertine or a sot the offscouring of the street aud he drops his vote, and bis vote counteracts your. But if in the quiet of home life a daughter by her Chris tian demeanor. 'a wife by her industry, a mother by her faithfulness, casta a vote in the right direction, then nothing can resist it, and the influence of that vote w ill throb through the eternities. Woman and Home. My chief anxiety, then, is not that wom an have other rights accorded her, but that she, by the grace of God, rise up to the appreciation of the glorious rights she already jiossesses. First, she has the right to make home happy. That realm no one has ever disputed with her. Men may come home at noon or at night and then tarry a comparatively little while, bnt she all day long governs it beautifies it, sanc tifies it. It is within her power to make it the most attractive place on earth. It ia the only calm harbor in this world. You know as well as I do that this outside world and the business world are a long scene of jostle atld contention. The man who baa a dollar struggles to keep it. The man who has it not struggles to get it Prices up. Prices down. losses. Gains. Misrepresentations. Underselling. Buy ers depreciating; salesmen exaggerating. Tenants seeking less rent; landlords de manding more. Struggles alniut office. Men who are in trying to keep in: men out trying to get in. Slips, Tumbles. De falcations. Panics. Catastrophes. Oh. woman, thank God you have a home, and that you may be queen in it! Better tie there than wear V ictoria's coronet. Bet ter be there than carry the purse of a princess. Your abode may be humble, but you can, by your faith iu God and your cheerfulness of demeanor, gild it with splendors such as an upholsterer's hand never yet kindled. There are abodes in every city hum ble, twd stories, four plain, uupapered rooms, undesirable neighborhood, and yet there is a man who would die on the threshold rather than surrender. Why? It is home. Whenever he thinks of it, he sees angels of God hovering around it. The ladders of heaven are let down to that house. Over the child's rough crib there are the chanting of angels aa those that broke over Bethelhem. It is home. These children may come up after awhile, and they may win high position, and they tuny have an affluent residence, but they will not until their dying day forget that hum ble roof under which their father rested, and their mother sang, and their sisters played. Oh, if you would gather up all tender memories, all the lights and shades of the heart, all banquetings and reunions, all filial, fraternal, paternal and conjugal affections, and you had only just four letter with which to spell out that height and depth and length and breadth and magnitude and eternity of meaning you would, with streaming eyes, and trem bling voice, and agitated hands, write it out In those four living capitals, H O .M K, What right does woman want that is grander thau to be queen iu such a realm? Why, the eagles of heaven cannot fly across that dominion. Horses, panting and with lathered Hanks, are not swift enough to run to the outposts of that realm. They say that the sun never sets upon the English empire, but I have to tell you that on this realm of woman's influ ence eternity never marks any bound. Isabella fled from the Spanish throne, pur sued by the nation's anathema, but she who iB queen in a home will never lose her throne, and death itself will only be the annexation of heavenly principalities. The Grandest Woman. When you want to get your grandest Idea of a queen, you do not think of Cath erine of Russia, or of Anne of England, or Marie Theresa of Germany, but when you want to get your grandest idea of a queen you think of the plain woman who sat op posite your father at the table or walked with him arm in arm down life's pathway; sometimes to the Thanksgiving banquet, sometimes to the grave, but always to gethersoothing your petty griefs, cor recting your childish waywardness, join ing in your Infantile sports, listening to your evening prayers, "toiling for you with needle or at the spinning wheel and on cohi nights wrapping you up sung and warm. And then at last on that day when she lay in the back room dying, and you Raw her take those thin hands with which she hud toiled for you so long, and put them together in a dying prayer that commended you to the God whom she hud taught yon to trust oh, she was the queen! The chariots of God came down to fetch her, and ns she went in all heaven rose up. You cannot think of her now without a rush of tenderness that stirs the deep' foundation of your soul, und you feel as much a child again as when you cried on her hip. aiuf if you could bring her back again to speak just once more your tinine ns tenderly as she used to speak it, you would be willing to throw yourself on the ground and kiss the sod that covers her, crying: "Mother! .Moth er!" Ah, she was the queen! She was the queen! Now, can you tell me how many thousand miles a woman like that would have to travel down before she got to the ballot box? Compared with this work of training king and queens for God and eternity, lww insignificant seems all this work of voting for aldermen and common councilmeii aud sheriffs ami con stables and mayors and president! To make one such grand woman as I have described, how many thousands would you want of those people w ho go In the round of fashion and dissipation, going as far toward disgraceful apparel as they dure go, so as to be arrested by the police their behavior a sorrow to the good and a caricature of the vicious, and flu insult to that 'God w ho made them women and not gorgons, and I rumpling on dow n through a frivolous and dissipated life to temporal and eternal damnation? O woman, with the? lightning of your soul, strike dead nt your feet all these al lurements to dissipation and to fashion! Your immortal soul cannot bo fed upon snclfc garbage. God calls you up to empire and dominion. Will you have it? Oh, give, to God your heart; give to God all your best energies; give to God all your culture; give to God alt your refinement: give yourself to him, for this world and the next. Soon all these bright eye will be quenched, and these voices will be bushed. For tb last time you will look upon thi fair earth. Father's hand, moth er's hand, sister's band, child" hand, will no itere be in yours. It will be night, and there will come up a cold wind from the Jordan, and you must start Will it be a lone woman on a trackless moor? Ah, no! Ju will come up in that hour aud offer his hand, and he will say, "You stooil by me when you were well; now I will not desert you whep ynu ar sick." One wave of hi band, and the storm will drop, and another wave of his hand, and midnight shall break into niiduoon, and another wave of hi hand, and the cham berlains of God will come down from the treasure house of heaven, with rolie lus trous, blood washed and heaven glinted, in which you will array yourself for the marriage supper of the Lamb. And then with Miriam, who struck the timbrel of the Red ea, and with Deborah, who led the Lord's host into the fight and with Han nah, who gave her Samuel to the Ixrd, and with Mary, who rocked Jesus to Bleep while there were angela singing in the air, and with sisters of charity, who bound up the battle wounds of the Crimea, you will, froia the chalice of God, drink to the soul's eternal rescue. Woman' Dominion. Your dominion is home, O woman! What a brave fight for home the women of Ohio made some ten or fifteen y'.rs ago, when they banded together and in many of the towns and cities of that State marched in processiou and by prayer and Christian songs shut up more places of dissipation than were ever counted. Were they opem-d again? Oh, yes. But ia it not a good thing to shut up the gatea of hell for two or three mouths? It seemed that men engaged in the business of de stroying other did not know how to cope with this kind of warfare. They knew how to fight the Maine liquor law, and they knew how to fight the National Tem perance Society, and they knew how to fight the Son of Temperance and Good Samaritans, but when Debornh appeared upon the scene Sisera took to his feet and got to the mountains. It seems that they did not know how to contend against "Coronation" and "Old Hundred" and "Brattle Street" and "Bethany" they were so very intangible. These men found that they could not accomplish much against that kind of warfare and in one of the cities a regiment was brought out all armed to disperse the women. They came down in battle array, but, oh, what poor success! For that regiment was made up of gentlemen, and gentlemen do not like to shoot women with hymubooks in their hands. Oh, they found that gunning for female prayer meetings was a very poor business! No real damage was done, al though there was threat of violence after threat of violence all over the land. I really think if the women of the East hail as much faith in (toil as their sister of the West hud, and the same recklessness of human crV'icism, I really believe that in one month three-fourths of the grogshops of our cities would be closed, and there would be running through the gutter of the streets burgundy and cognac and heid sick and old port and schledam schnapps and lager beer, and you would save your fathers, and your husbands, and your sons, first, from a drunkard's grave and, secondly, from a drunkard's hell! To this battle for home let all women rouse them selves. Thank God foV our early home. Thank God for our present home. Thank God for the coming home in heaven. The Home Eternal. One twilight, after I had been plnying with the children for some time, I lay down on the lounge to rest. The children said play more. Children alwayB want to play more. And, half asleep and half awake, I seemed to dream this dream: It seemed to me that I was in a far distant land not Persia, although more than ori ental luxuriance crowued the cities; nor the tropics, although more than tropical fruitfulneKs filled the gardens; nor Italy, although more than Italian softness tilled the air and I wandered around, looking for thorns and nettles, but I found none of them grew there, and I walked forth, and I saw the sun rise, and I aa.id, "When will it set again?" and the sun sank not. And 1 saw all the people in holiday appar el, and 1 said, "When do they put on work- ingniHn's garb again and delve in the mine and swelter at the forge?" but neither the garments nor the robes did they put off. And 1 wandered in the suburbs, and I said, "Where do they bury the dead of this great city'.'" and I looked along the hills where It would be most beautiful for the dead to sleep, and I saw castles and town and battlements, but not a mausoleum, nor monument nor white slab could I see. And 1 went into the great chapel of the town, and I said: "Where do the poor worship? Where a re the benches on which they sit?" and a voice nnswereil, "We have no poor iu this great city." And I wandered out, seeking to find the place where were the hovels of the destitute, and I found mansions of amber and ivory and gold, but no tear did I see or sigh hear. 1 was bewildered, anil I snt under the shadow of a great tree, and I said, "What am I. and whence comes all this?" And at that moment there came from among the leaves, skipping up the llowcry paths and ncross the sparkling Waters, a very bright und sparkling group, and when I saw their step 1 lyiew it, and when 1 heard their voices I thought I knew them, but their apparel whs so different from anything I had ever seen I bowed, a stran ger to strangers. But alter awhile, whvn 1 1 1 . v clapped their hands and shouted: "Welcome! Welcome!" the mystery was solved, and I saw that time had passed, I and that eternity had come, and that God j had gathered us up Into a higher home, and I said "Are we all here?" And the voices of innumerable generations answer ed, "All here!" A ltd while tears of glad ness were raining down our check, and the branches of Lebanon cedars were clap ping their hands, and the tower of the great city were chiming their welcome, we began to laugh and sing and leap And shout, "Home, home, home!" Then I felt a child' hand on my face, and it woke me. The children wanted tc play more. Children always want to play more. Hawthorne had the Mndly face and milliner of a village pastor. More tunu once tie was mistaken for a preaeb Kentucky Highway. There Is scarcely a county In Ken tucky that la not agitating- the question of good roads, says the IouIsvllle Courier-Journal. Between the counties with good roads that are not free and the counties with free roads that are not good there Is not a county that Is exactly pleased with Its condition. Not a few counties have expended consider able money in road building during two or three yenrs past and judging from current reports several of them have paid dearly for their experience. A good road cannot tie built over the avenige Kentucky soil 'without either stone or gravel. Any amount of grad ing w ithout a stone roadbed Is not con sidered practical In States where a great deal of attention has been given to road improvement. The Commis sioner of Public Roads of New Jersey advises the people of that State to build no highway less expensive or durable, than a macadam road ten or twelve feet in width and six Inches In thickness, and where the traffic Is heavy the road to lie several Inches deeper. Macadam roads of this descrip tion are built in New Jersey at a cost of 45 cents per square yard where the Im provements being made are no more thiiti ninety miles from the quarry. A great many counties In Kentucky can obtain the necessary stone without going outside of their borders. The good roads movement is In Its Infancy, and many other States are confronted with the same problem, which Is the outgrowth of a general desire for bet ter transportation facilities. The State Commission of Massachusetts hs ask ed for more than $l,(M)n,x0 to be ex pended In road Improvements, and more than half the States are experimenting for good results In the construction of public highways. Bad roads are large ly responsible for the tendency of the rural classes to drift to the cities, and with better highways the loneliness of farm life will cease to be an incentive toward forsaking the country for the town. And In this connection-Kentucky Is no exception to her sister Statep. Pope's Work. If good roads ever become the rule in this cotintry as they are now the excep tion It will be due quite as much to the bicycle men as to any other instru mentality. It Is the persistent labor of Pope, the . Massachusetts bicycle manufacturer, that the improvement which has been made In the roads of that State during the last three years Is mainly due, and the effort still con tinues. The Inspiration In all proba bility Is business, for It is not at all like ly that the manufacturer named Is spending his money In the enterprise of Improving the roads of the old Bay Stute either for his health or as a phi lanthropist. But no matter how selfish hi? may be the State profits by It and ca ii well afford to let him reap the profit which he probably expects and has fairly earned. NAPOLEON'S ORIENTAL DREAMS He tonnei! to Follow in the Footsteps of Alexander the Great. Bonaparte was a child of the Med iterranean. .The light of Its sparkling waters was ever In his eyes, anil the fas cination of Its ancient civilizations was never absent from his dreams of glory. Ills proclamations ring with classic al lusions, his festivals were adorned with classic ceremony. In Infancy he had known of Genoa, the' tyrant of his isl n nil. ns strong in the splendid commer cial enterprises which stretched east ward through the Levant, and beyond into the farther orient; In childhood he had fed his Imagination on the histories of Alexander the Great, and his con quest of oriental empires; In youth he had thought to find an open door for his ambition, when all others seemed dosed, by taking service with England to share the renown of those who were building up her eastern empire. Dis appointed In this, lie turned with the snnie lack of success to Russia, ni rendy England's rival on the continent of Asia. It Is perfectly comprehensible that throughout his early manhood his mind should have occasionally reverted to the same Ideaa The conqueror of Italy and Austr'i lgi.'. hope to reallsie them. Whs he not master of the two gnat maritime common wealths which had once shared all Eastern trade between them? England's Intrusion upon the Mediterranean bnsln wns a never cens ing Irritation to all the Latin powers. Her commercial prosperity and her mastery of the sens nggrnvated fhe ex asperation of France, as tlireiteult'g even her equality In their ancient rival ry. From the days of the first crusade all Frenchmen had felt that, leadership Id the reconstruction of Asia Isdonged to them by virtue of preoccupation. Ardent Republicans, moreover, saw France's mission Iu the liberalizing of the continent, and the de-parWut. of marine under the directory stamp4 Its paper with the motto, "Liberty at the Seas." Imaginative forces, the revolutionary system, aud the national ambition ail combined to create ubiquitous enthutU asm. To this the temperament aad training of Bonaparte were as the sp&rk to the tinder. It was with willing ear that the directory heard bis first suf gestiops alout the Venetian Isles, and subsequently his plans for the captwa of Malta, which was to be followed bf a death-blow to Kngland's supremacy In the seizure of Egypt and the dla merubernieiit of Turkey. Century. The Jew ish Colony in China. It is quite possible that the conclude of peace between China and Japan may be the means In the near future of ut bling some clearer light to be thrown on the Jewish colony in China, On of the five ports to be opened to tha outside world is that of Kai-feng-fo In the province where the last remnant of the ancient Jewish settlement exists. Since their first discovery several at tempts have been made to open up communlctlon with them, but so pro nounced Is the fanaticism of the Chl nese that all efforts In this direction have failed. It should not now be lonf. as a result of the complete transforma tlon which the whole of China Is boun4 to undergo, before trustworthy Informa tion ns to the condition of the Jews O Kai-feng-foo can be obtained. It U. moreover, quite within the bounds of probability that other Jewish colonlaa, or traces of their existence, should ba found In the hitherto Inaccessible parts of the Interior. The Kai-feng-foo col ony was surely not the only one that was formed in China, perhaps mora than 2,0ti0 years ago. The expedition which traveled from the Euphrates to the Yellow River must have been very considerable In numbers, and its his tory, If It ever could be known, would be sure to possess extraordinary and romantic features. In a country so lit erary there may be some written rec ords both Jewish and native, which would be of inestimable value to Jew ish history and science. Jewish Chron icle. Natural Philosophy. A farmer walked up and down a block on Griswold street a day or two ago whistling a whistle that was apparent ly meant for a dog. When he had look ed up and down and around for ten min utes a newsboy came along and qua rled: "Whlstlin fur your dorg?" "Yes, but I guess the critter has fot tod fur off. I knowed he'd git lost if I brung him in." "Your dorg hain't lost," continued tha boy. "Can't nobody lose a dorg. It's you that's lost, and If you'll stand still a few minlts he'll find you." The farmer smiled at the boy's philos ophy, but decided to heed it, and It wasn't five minutes before his dog turn ed in from Fort street and earner up to him. "Didn't I tell ye?" said the boy as ha moved on. "I don't make any charga fur the pinter, but next time you git lost jest take a lean agin a lamp-post and gin yer dorg a fair show to find ye." Free Press. The Difficulty of Saving Money. "Talking about saving mouey," said a veteran millionaire last night, "it is 100 times harder now to keep cash in your pockets than it was when I was a young fellow and didn't spend a cent I tell you it's hard for them to save In these times. Every young man wants a bicycle, and It's mighty hard to stand on the street and see your friends spin ning by on wheels and not invest your self. Again, it's a great privation for a young fellow not to be well dressed. The distinction between good clothes and poor is so sharp nowadays that It Is galling to be conspicuous by cheap at tire. Again, there is the theater, the excursion boat, the races and a score of other inducements to spend money which hardly existed In my day, and I'm glad they didn't, for If tbey had I honestly think I would have been a poor man now." Buffalo Enquirer. Goat I'aytnit Better than Sheep. A Missouri farmer writes In an ex change that lie finds goats profitable for rough land filled with weeds and bushes. He has had goats for four years, and they have destroyed the bushes, sumach and small persimmon trees. His hogs have been free from disease, while all nround him farmers who did not keep goals lost most of their hogs by cholera. The writer says that the meat of young goats Is better than mutton. The wool of sheep is now worth so little tluil the question Is worth thinking of whether n few goats may not be kept with profit on rough land ununited to cultivation In some of the Eastern States. Ho Sontliiiijr. A short time ago the position of pub lic executioner in Vienna was vacant, and a fine looking woman of 2S applied for the place. She said It would com fort a man about to die to have his last etirthly gn.i rest upon a beautiful young woman. Average) Aire of Marriage. In clvlll.ed countries the average ac at which women marry Is twenty-tore and a half years.