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BUSIKESK CARDS.
T H. BROADT.
v Attorney and CnnrJor at l.w,
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. ATTORNEY AT LAW.
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T S.STULL.
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ACOB MAROHN,
JftEaCHANT JrAlLwR,
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anddealerln
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Brownvllle. Xebranka.
T M. I1AILEY,
rfHIl-POi AND nSiiEE IS
LIVE STOCK
UROWyVlLZE. yUBKASKA.
rrmer. please call aud gtprlcrs; I want
So handle yaur stock.
Offie First MaMoaal Bank.
C
HARLI-a HELMER,
FASHIONABLE I
. Boot and Shoe
l. JJ- -tt. -ti- -Cj J, j
Having Donani meca-1
torn nhop of A- Kobison, j
I am prepared to do work 1
of all kinds at t
TJaocnnoUlo Rtoc
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Imroirnri(U .Vchrttslca.
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NEW RESTAURANT,
Palmer & Johnson.
First Door West
of tb Oli
PulWlag.
'aticnal Boat
This arm. having fitted up these ro.mf wll
ran a first clas resmarant. wlww z)od
warm mntix exu ire liKd .1 all huun. Thoy
glvH their oasUmers tke best -lundn In the
market, lududiu? fnwh oxsters served in
any manner wllil for
try the New Restaurant
All Orders for an Express Left with
Them nill be Promptly attended to
Wb Mb5B Bared, No! Merely Relieved
ln& (.in 'Yor' lilmi tCb Clairr-.
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90 Main Street,
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Thank the People or Brown-
iville und Semahai! County for
their Liberal Patronage dur-
1 Ing the past year,nd solicits
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a continuance of their favors.
Slaving now a" choice, new,
j slock of Watches Cloclts and
Jewelry at price that cannot
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at 90 J
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on all the prlc:pal cities of the
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MONEY LOANED
On approved ecurlty only7T"tae Draft discount
i. and special accommodation ranted to deposit
rs. Dealers la GOVERNMENT BONDS,
STATE, COUNTY &. CITY SECURITIES
DEPOSITS
Rehired payable ou demand and TNTEREST al
io wmloa amc ccrtirtcatta of deposit.
DIHEOTORS. Wm.T. Dea. B.
11-ndly. Frank E. Johnson.
"Wia.rralsher.
JOHN L.
M. Batlev. M.A
Luther Ilo&dley
CARS0.V,
A. n."DAVIHON.Cihler.
I.CMcJTAUOHTOrf.AMt.Cashler.
President.
SSTABLISTTrm TN 1856.
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HJEA.L
ESTATE
A.GE2STG1T
It NEBRASKA.
William H. Hoover.
Does a g-neral Real Estate Business. Sells
Lands on Commission, examines Titles,
makes Deeds, Mortgages, and all Instru
ments pertaining to the transfer or Keal Es
tate. Has a
Complete Afcstraot of Titles
to all Rest Estate In Nemaha Connty.
TTnion Hotel
-BY-
J. G. RUSSELL.
I have taken this old stand, renovated It
from top to bottom, aad.prctnise to malte&lli
comfortable who stop with me. to give them
The Best In tae Market
to eat, and to matte my bills reasonable.
Call st the
Union Hotel,
mm met.!
BY THE C. S.
Rrsf National Bank
The Parmer'a "Wooing..
J Thn rtnl!M nnHrlivl in thArr-.n th hnttar
i Ano aalwe3 noaaea in me grass, ine Dnuer-
I caps -were sleeplQEr.
And Just across the river sang the farmers
at their reaping;
Upon the hills, so bine and far, the maple
leaves Tvere showing
Their 60ft white beauty In tho breeze that
from the sea was blowing.
A little maid came through the land with
song and rippling laughter ;
The butterenps made waj- for her, the daisies
j nodded after.
A strong young farmer saw herpaose be3lde
I the parting river:
(She drew a lily from Its depth with golden
I heart n quiver.
"Thou art more fair than lilies are," said he,
with bead uplifted.
And threw a poppy, as the stream toward
the maiden drifted.
i She Bet the flowers In her hair the red and
white together;
A cloud grew black before theaun, and rainy
was the weather.
lie came across the river then, this farmer,
from his mowing;
He minded not the water's depth, he cared
not for Its flowing.
"O love I" said he, "if gleaming ann and
cloudless skies o'erlean ub;
The river's barring width may roll unpassed,
untried between us ;
But when loud thunder fills the air, and
clouds and rain come over,
I'd coss the ocean to your side I am no
fair-day lover!"
And so one noon the village bells rang out
acrobs the river.
Their music set the buttercups and daisies
all a-quiver.
While some one drew a lily from the stream
so blithely flowing.
And plucked a blood red poppy that amid
the wheat was growing ;
The maiden set them in her hair the red
and white together
i With many a smile, a tear or two. and clad-
npasatthe weather.
x.jt: (jukisuu LM-iit.-iii.il me nuupei s siiaue
the farmer and the maiden
Where arches c-ossed above their heads,
with snowy blossoms laden,
Aud In that place of holy calm, the binding
words were spoken ;
He In his heart bore out the truth, sho on
her hand the token.
The year went by, and some were bright
and some were clouded over.
But ever Hlood he at her hide he was no fair
day lover.
Boston Transcript
TWO CROSS WORDS.
"Lucy, if you-mean to sew on this
button I do wish you would do it. I
can't wait all da."
Tom didn't speak a bit cross, only
emphatically ; but I was out of temper
that morning, and my head ached bad
ly from sitting up the night before.
Tom had gone to a supper for the
second timeinee onnnarriage given
by some of his bachelor friends, and
had come home the worst for it. It
had provoked me intensely. So I had
to follow him to bed m silence, and I catch at a straw or twig sometimes,
awoke none the better pleased after without any motive or power of voli
my sleep on the morning just alluded i tion. The superscription caught my
to. To make the matter worse, just as I eye; it was my own name, and my
he spoke to me about the button, the ! husband's hand writing. I tore it open
knife with which I was cutting the and read:
bread for his lunch slipped, imlictiug a I "Dear LrcY I have broken out of
a deep gash iu my hand, and the baby ! jail and am going well, no matter
awoke and set up her sharp little crv
from the cradle, all in the-one and the
same moment.
"You can't wait as long as I did last
night, I reckon," I replied sharply,
really angry at last "Don't hurry me
I do all 1 can, and more than I am
able to do with one pair of hands."
. Tom dropped his button and turned
toward me with a startled "Why,
Lucy!"
"Don't Lucy me," I retorted, throw
ing down the bread and catching up
the baby, whilo the blood streamed
from my hand over her white gown.
"You've done enough you've broke
my heart! I wish I had never seen
you 1 wish I was back again with my
father and my mother."
I broke down with a burst of hyster
ical tears, and seeing the blood on my
hand, Tom came over and knelt down
beside me.
"Whv. Lucy," he said, his voice and
eyes full of tenderness, "you've cut !
your nana, vvny uiant you say soy
Here, give me the child while you bind
it up see how it bleeds."
He held out his hands for the baby.
but I snatched her away and went on J
sobbing. " I
"Don't cry, Lucy," he continued,
stroking the hair back from my fore-
head, '-please don't; I know I have
don-, wrong, dear, but I didn't mean to.
I fell in with some of the old boys, and
they persuaded me against my will.
But its the last time." "
Why didn't 1 turn to him then and
help and encourage him ? Because my
mean, tyrannous temper got the better
of my woman s heart.
"Oh, yes," I said, snecringly, "it is
easy enough to make fine promises der recollections of the dear husband
you told me the same thing before, whose strong arms had once been my
How can you expect me to trust you stay and support; the spring came
now?" ithe summer another winter; three
Tom was spirited and quick-temper-' years went by crept by.
ed great, loving-hearted men always I My child, Tom's little baby, grew to
are. He sprang to nis feet like a flash, j be a fair little thing, with blue eyes
and before I had time to speak or j and golden hair and a tongue that nev
think, had left the room. I tossed the er wearied of its childish prattling. All
child into the cradle, and ran to the' day long she sat on the doorstep, where
door, but it was too late. He had cone.
1 just caught a glimpse of him turning
the corner.
I went back to the little breakfast
room; how blank and dreary it looked
and what a sharp, stinging thorn there
was in the very core of my heart! I
loved Tom and he loved me. We had
been married only eighteen months and
this was our first quarrel. I sat down
witn tne oaoy m my arms, heedless of
my morning work, and fell tothinkinc.
All the old happy days came back, and
one in particular, when we
particular, when we sat m
Drumberry wood. It was in autumn j looked out of my little window at the
and all the world seemed in a blaze of kindling beauty of the morn, with a
gold as the sun slid down, and the feeling of strange, tremulous expecta
squirrels chattered overhead, dropping ; tion. I seemed to feel the shadow of
a ripe nut now and then into my lap, ' some great event that winged as light
as 1 sat there with the last rose of above me one prayer of my heart
summer in my hair, knitting a purse ' seemed about to be answered.
f -rT,?'i. v - -, - Jt , J One evening oh, that evening! A
1PUC-VMld'M?wove-mlhelastPIa5' sk3". soft and blue, hung over a
golden stitches, "you've Knit my love J green, a blossoming earth; the turtle
un ui me uji in tiiai. purse. J.eu
mo now, before you finish it how is it
to "be? Ami to havo you and oh! I
won't think of it even, Lucy; it would
be too dreadful."
"uno, iom,i answered, "you are to
have tho purse, and tho band that knit
it, too."
Poor Tom! ho cried'then just-like -a'
child he, the' bravest man in the vil
Tin r a - rro ia1 wtn. a-u.a . I
lage.
yo fault in him; only a little too;
wild, too fond of gay company. "But
you must tame him, Lucy, as your
mother did me."
That ivas my old father's advice on.
our wedding day. My heart smote me
dreadfully as I "recalled it to my mind
that morning. Had I followed tho ex
ample of my mother, who never let fall
an unkind word?
But Tom would be home to his din
ner. The thought brought me to my
feet. I did my work briskly and -went
about cooking just such a dinner as I
knew he liked. The plum pudding was
done to perfection; the baby in a clean,
slip, and myself all smiles" to receive
him when the clock struck one. But
he didn't coma
I put up theuntasted dinner and pre
pared supper, and lit a bright fire in
tne nine parior. xie snouia nave a
pleasant welcome. Eight, nine, ten
o'clock, and I put up the un tasted sup
per and baby and I went to the nursery
to wait and watch. How the little
thorn in my heart pierced and rankled.
Tom 4iad broken his promise and my
unkindness was the cause! Nothing
else rang in my ears through the long
hours.
About 2 o'clock I heard a noise be
low and went to the window. There
was a man on the porch; I could see
him in the dim light.
"Tom, is that you?" I asked softly,
putting out my head.
"Yes; open the door, Lucy; quick,
the police are after me."
My heart sank. The police after
him! What could he have done? I
ran down swiftly and unlocked the
door. But as 1 did so two men. wear
ing official badges stepped upon the
porch, and one of them laid his hands
on Tom's shoulder and said:
"I arrest vou, sir."
"For what?" I cried.
"For murder."
The iloor seemed sliding from be
neath my feet, but I caught at the door
to steady myself and looked at Tom.
At that instant the officer uncovered
his lantern, and oh, God! there was
blood on my husband's hands.
All the rest is blank. When I came
to myself again, I was in my room, and
kind, compassionate faces were around
me. I asked for Tom. He was in pris
on awaiting his trial. There had been
a quarrel at the tavern, and Tom had
struck his antagonist. The man wasn't
dead, though they thought he wa3 at
hrst but he was badly hurt about the
head. JJut if he recovered well, it
would not go so hard with Tom.
I arose and went to the prison; but
they would not admit me. No one was
to see my husband till :ifter the trial.
Another day crept by, a night, and
when morning came I went down to
the door and opened it, with a vague
feeling of expectation which always
accompanies severe afflictions, and
looked out. The sun was rising grand
ly and brightly over the black stone
jail. The frost hung thick and splttk-f
nng over everything, even on the scrap
of folded paper that lay at my feet. I
stooped and picked it up idly, as we
where. I didn't strike Hastings with
an intention of killing him. I was in
toxicated, and it was more his fault
than mine; but he may die, and then
at any rate, it is for you. Lucy, for me
to go. I never was" worthy of your
love. Xow you can go back to your
father, and forget me and be happy.
You will find the bonds for that mon
ey I have in the bank in the desk; it is
enough to make you and the child
comfortable. Forgive and forget me,
Lucy. God bless vou you and the
baby. " Tom."
This was the end! This was the re
ward that my cross word had purchas
ed for me! Truly, truly, the wages of
sin is death. We shall not need one
pang of corporal punishment, one
spark of real fire, to perfect our tor
ment if we are lost. Conscience is all
sufficient remorse, that worm .that
never dies. It is not for me to talk
about what I suffered in the davs that
followed that morning.
Words couid
not express it save to one who had
passed through the same furnace of af
fliction. But I lived, for sorrow and
death rarely walk in each other's steps,
and nursed my baby
back to my father.
and did not
I remained
go
at
Tom s home, and kept his things all
J about me, even his cap hanging on the
'wall. Forget him? Does love ever
forget?
Hastings did not die. He recovered,
and made a public statement. He was
more in fault than Tom was. Then he
put a notice in all the papers, telling
Tom to come back; but he did not
come.
The winter passed awav with Ion:
long nights of bitter remorse, and ten-
tne evening sunDeams slanted in, lisp-
ing to her doll and listening, while I
told her of the father that would come
back to us some day. For surely he
would come. Most surely God's mercy
would vouchsafe some compensation,
some pardon for such repentance as
my soul had poured forth.
Ihe third spring was peculiar; some-
how the far off skv seemed
to dron
down in nearer, bluer folds; the sun
wore a softer radiance, the trees, the
grass, the flowers, a diviner, tenderer
beauty. 1 ruse every mornin"- and
dove cooed in the distant wood and the
robin twittered to her young brood
amid tho milky bloom of the orchard.
God's love shone in the golden bright
ness of the westward-going sun. My
child, little Effie. sat on the doorstep
talking to her doll and watching the
birds. All at once .she daimi -ht-
dimpled hands and bounded to h7r fWr
..- - - -
'.Mammy," she cried gleefully, "pap
.comin' nannv mmin' tffln
py .comm' pappy comin'; Effie
meet r
SOJ
The words stirred my heart to its ut
most depths-; ana dropping my work I
followed her out of the door. A man
was coming up the garden path his
garments tattered, his step slow and
uncertain. A beggar, no doubt. I
called Effie to comeback, but she ran
on, heedless of my command. Tom's
little spaniel, that I had petted and
taken care of for his sake, darted from
hiskennel with a peculiar cry, such as
jl never heard from it before.
What did it all mean? Mv heart
throbbed and my knees trembled. Lit
tle Effie ran on "holding out both dim
pled hands, her golden curls blown all
about her rosy face. "How-de-do, pap
py i l'se your Eme," she lisped, as she
reached the man's feet
He stopped and raised her in his
arms and then glanced at me. And
such a glance such a face! Pale,
haggard, worn by sorrow and suffering
to a mere shadow, Tom's ghost come
back from the grave! Xot that, either.
tor my arms grasped some tangible
form.
"Oh Tom," Icried, "is ityou? Speak,
spek and tell me!"
Yes Lucy, its me. I could bear it
no longer. I'm dying, I believe and I
couldn't go without seeinc vou and the
little one again."
My arms held him fast,' tattered gar
ments and all: my kisses fell on the
poor, pale face like rian. I would nev
er let him go again.
"Tom, Tom," I sobbed, getting down
on my knees beside him, "Oh, forgive
me! forgive me! I have suffered so
much."
"It is I that must ask forgiveness,
Lucy." he said humbly, "not vou; I
was wrong"
But I stopped him short
"No, Tom, my cross word did it all ;
but for that we might have been hap
py all these weary years."
"Mammy, mammy," interposed Eflie,
twisting herself around on her father's
shoulder, "don't cry no more; pappy's
come back.
Yes, thank God, he has come back,
poor, tattered and hungry like the
prodigal but my Tom. my husband,
nevertheless. I would never speak
cross to him any more. It is spring
time again. The sweet May sunlight
steals in at my window as I write, and
I hear the turtle dove down in tho
distant wood. My husband is a man
now, standing up proudly, his feet up
on the grave of old temptation. I know
that God'smercy is equal toHisjustice,
and His love is greater than either.
How The Old Man Told Her.
With the intuition of her knd. his
wife knew that he had something on
hismind, as soon as he threw his coat
and hat on the chair-back, and sat
down without veiling out:
iSYhere'n thunder's that wash-basin
to - day.
John, dear, what's the matter with
you?"
"Nothin'; what do you stare at me
that way for? Do Hook like a case of
cholera infantum?"
"No, but you've got something on
your mind. Won't you tell me? Now,
do, that's a good old dear."
"Hain't got nothin' on my mind, I
tell you; but I wish I had somethin'
on my stomach. Ain't that supper
nearly ready?"
"les, m a moment; but tell me,
won't you?"
"It's nothin', I tell you; and you
wouldn't be interested in it."
"John Henry Carpenter, if you don't
tell me all about it this minute, I'll
make you soak your feet in hot water
even night for a week; I declare I
will."
Oh! I wish you'd go away and get
that supper; what do j'ou care about a
man committing suicide at Cape May ?"
"Suicide Cape Mav who, which.
why, what John? oh, tell me. Good
trracious, that's where Uncle Gauzy
brains is spending the summer?"
Thats the old puddin head, ex
actly."
"Hung himself?"
"Who said anything about hanging
himself?"
Well, then, shot throat cut, drown
ed, anything; only tell me what has
happened to the poor old soul;" and
she fairly danced around the room, be
tween a cry and a swear, in the inten
sity of her curiosity.
Til tell you, then. A ou see, owing
to the great depression in nearly all
branches of trade, and the utter stag
nation in the channels of currency, and
a perfect cessation of demand, there
has been for some time "
Just then she grabbed up a chair.
with a "married homicide" in her eye,
and John came down to facts.
"Eas Martha Jane," said he; "you
see, the old man, it seems, has kind o'
had canker worms around the heart
for some time past, and yesterday got
himself a revolver and a can of turpen
tine", and a rope and a box of matches,
and a dose of arsenic, and went down
to where a big tree growed out over
the sea."
"And shot himself?"
"No."
"And pisend "
"No such thing."
"Hung him"
"Tell vou he didn't."
"Well, then, what in sin did be do?"
"He just took and soaked his clothes
with the turpentine, and swollo wed the
poison, and put the Tope from a limb
around his neck, and set fire to his
clothes, and with the revolver cocked
at his head, jumped off, and "
"lilowed his head off T
"If you don't shut up!" and he look
ed flat-irons at her. "No; he didn't do
anything of the kind. You see, the
pistol went off too quick, and cut the
rope, then he dropped into the sea, and
tliat put the fire out, and a swallow of
salt water made him throw the poison
up, and when he found he couldn't
touch bottom, he got scared and swam
ashore."
"And he didn't"
5so, he didn't; but hell be here for
supper direetly, and thats what I'm
waiting for."
But this mornin? John explained to
his friends that the reason his hat
wouldn't fit him was, he believed, be
cause he was going to have a carbuncle
on his head.
When it is desirable to filter water
quickly, for immediate use, employ the
following method: Put a quart of
clean water over the fire and just bring
it to a boil; remove it and strain it
three or four times through, a flannel;
cool itand keep it for use in a covered
lax or pitcher.
"What The Drag Olerk Said.
"Tastes good, doesn't it?" asked the
drug clerk, as I drank the soda water
flavored with pineapple syrup,
"Yes, very good.
The drug clerk laughed sardonically
and said:
"Of course. But then you don't
know what it is made of."
"What do you mean?"
"The old man's out," he said looking
cautiously around the store, "and 111
let you into some of the secrets of the
business, if you won't give me away."
Strict secrecy beingpromised he con
tinued: "The old man made that pineapple
syrup, but he didn't make it right from
the fruit He made it out of old cbeese
that you could smell through a fire
proof safe. Full of skippers, too. I'll
tell you a curious thing about that
cheese. The old man cut off a slice
and brought it up stairs here with him
one night He laid it on the counter;
next morning it was gone. Come to
look the little animals in it had shoved
it on the floor, wriggled it down the
stairs, and put it back exactly in its old
place in the cheese. The old man said
that it was an extraordinary illustra
tion of the strength of the home in
stinct in the brute creation.
"Yes, and our sarsaparilla syrup he
doctors up by extracting juice from
boot legs and old trunks. He distills
all our lemon syrup from unroofing
shingles and from chips that we get
over here at the cooper's shop; and
when we run out of raspberry all he
wants is a handful of red bugs, a gal
lon of coal oil, and half an hour by him
self. And a3 for the soda water itself
well, if people only did know how
we use up sedlitz powders when the
soda is short, the store'd be gutted by
a howling mob in less than half an
hour."
"Do you do that kind of thing
often?"
"Often is not the word for it. The
drug business is a fraud. These porous
plasters. The old man has a national
reputation for them. He makes 'em out
of old sunbonnets and glue cuts up
the sunbonnets and smears on the glue;
aud when you get one of his plasters
on your back it is there for life. There's
a man comes in here every day to
swear at the old man because he put
on one of our plasters in 1S4S, time of
the Mexican war, and as he couldn't
get it off, the skin grew over it like the
bark of a tree, you know. That plaster
has worked farther in until now its
gone to his lungs, and it pulls at his
left lung in a way to set him crazy. He
is a very remarkable chemist the old
man. I do believe he could make par
egoric out of umbrellas, and boil down
an illustrated weekly paper into otto
of roses. He has the blamedest inge
nuity. You wouldn't believe."
"But your customers generally are
satisfied?"
"Oh yes. You see they don't know.
A doctor sends a prescription here,
written in a dead language. We don't
bother ourselves to try to read it I
ask the boy what's the matter with the
patient. Then I put a little cayenne
pepper in somemolasses, and touch her
up with assafetida to give her a good,
strong smell, and drop in some squills
and ipecac to make a kind of goneness
in the stomach, and stir in some worm
wood to make her take hold of the in
sides, and then let her go. Patient
thinks it's splendid because it tastes
nasty; and the old man gets the money,
:md so everybody's happy. There's a
woman around in Pino street with
nimoago wno aeais with us, and one
day when I forgot to put in the assa
fetida in the lotion, she came around
and threatened to prosecute us for mal
practice. The old man fixed up the
nexjb bottle so that you could have
smelt it in Asiatic Turkey when the
cork was out. That seemed to calm
her."
"Do the physicians approve of that
kind of thing?"
"Oh, you know the doctors all work
share and share with the old man. If
a doctor sees a woman is going to die
anyhow, he loads her up with drugs,
and then collects twenty-five per cent,
commission from us. And so when
we accidentally put in arsenic instead
of giauber salts, and a convalescent pa
tient climbs the golden stair, the doc
tor knows better than to make a fuss
about the mistake. He wipes his eyes
and tells the family he saw the disease
would be fatal from the first. We have
a new boy here who makes about four
fatal blunders a week. Never gets
hold of any harmless drug when there's
deadly poison within reach. The old
man hires him for economy. Only last
week he sent a quart of laudanum to a
young clergyman who sent for porte
wine, and one of our best customers
wa3 an angel in less than an hour. If
that boy was let go, perfectly loose, to
do just as he pleased, he'd fill all the
cemeteries in town before the mouth
was out Yellow fever and cholera
combined are not half as dangerous as
that boy."
"Where is he?"
"Why, he's out now. He took to
Mrs. Jones, who has cerebro-spinal
meningitis, the medicine that was in
tended for Mrs. Blackburn's baby; and
the baby got Mrs. Jones' prescription.
He has gone back now to rectify the
mistake. You just notice when you
go by Blackburn's if there isn't crape
on the door. I bet you a pound of
cough losenges that baby was wafted
into the mysterious realms of the here
after three-quarters of an hour ago.
That boy never knows where anything
is but the guin-drop3 and licorice. He
am go straight to them every time
Here he comes now. Say, Johnny,
did you fix it all right?"
"No," said a small boy, who entered
at the moment "Bleckburn's baby got
a dose before I reached the house, and
it has gone up."
"I told you so," said the clerk to me.
And then turning to Johnny he said,
"You look sharp, now. Go into the cel
lar and mix the red paint with the old
man's patent liver-pads, and see if we
ain't nearly out of the lard and soft soap
for his Balm of Peru for removing
freckles and purifying the complexion'
"Why," said the boy, drawingihis
head out of the gum-drop drawer, "the
old man told me he wanted the lard put
up in boxes for tetter ointment, and
that when I was done I should melt
up the glue for the jujube paste."
While the clerk argued the matter
with him, I paid for the soda water !
iiua wiiaarew. jxjin tne cieric ana tne
a :ai -r,i, j. . , -i i. I
boy struck me as likely to be very effie-
ient as instruments of sudden death.
Grained wood
withhold tea.
should be washed
Uorth Carolina "Witness.
It must be confessed they sometimes
meet with rare specimens" of human
nature In some of the courts of 2?brth
Carolina. Almost everybody remem
bers the celebrated "Cousin. Sally Dill
ard" case and here is one long ago re
ported in the Ashevillo Spectator not
far behind it
The writer gives it under the head of
LEGAL PROCEEDDJGS.
Action for work and labor done in
cutting ditch on defendant's land.
Plea: Payment and set off, in bacon
and corn-meal.
Plaintiffs son on the stand recol
lects the ditching perfectly, but seems
to forget all about the bacon.
"You say your daddy did all this
ditching? Do you know what he got
in pay for it?" inquired Col. C for de
fendant "He never got nothin' as everl hoard
on, that's what he never got," answered
the witness.
"Didn't your daddy get corn and ba
con from defendant in pav for that
ditching?"
"Never heard of his gettin no corn
or bacon?"
What did your daddy and his family
live on, last Summer?"
"Vittles, mostly."
"What sort of vittles?"
"Well, meat and bread, and some
whiskey."
"Where did he get that meat and
bread?"
"Well, fust from one and fust from
the other."
"Didn't he get some of it from de
fendant?" "He mought"
"Iknowhemoughtjbutdidhe? that's
the question."
"Well, he mought, and then agin you
know he inoughtn't"
(With considerable excitement and
in tones of thunder,) "Answer the ques
tion, sir, and no more of this trilling
with your oath. Hid your daddy, or
did he not, get corn and bacon from the
defendant for ditching?"
"Well, now, he mought; it don't oc
cur adzactly, you know."
Here his honor interferes, and with
a stern, judicial frown, addressed wit
ness thus:
"Witness, you must answer the ques
tion or the "court will be compelled
to deal with vou. Can't you say yos
or no?'
"I reckon."
"Well, then answer yes or no. Did,
or did not your daddy get corn and ba
con from the defendant at the time re
ferred to?' inquired the Court
(Now fully aroused, and conscious cf
his danger.) "Well, Judge, I can't ad
zactly remember, you know, seem as
how it's all dun, bin gone and eat ujr;
but," (planting himself firmly as one
determined to out with it) "ta the best
of my reckerlection, if my memory
serves me right, he mought, and then
again he moughtn't"
The plaintiff saved his bacon. Ter
dict accordingly.
His tTncle'n DrafW
An old tradesman in a country town
sends his nephew Alfred to study law
at Paris. Ho gives him an old code an
notated by a leading member of tho
village bar. and says to his young rela
tive, "I will pay you a visit in March,
and, if 1 am pleased with your progress,
I will give yousuch atrip as will make
glad your heart and cause your face to
shine."
In March the old gemtlman calls on
his nephew.
"Well' Alfred, hard at work, I sec.
Made good progress with your code?
Pretty well through it I expect, by this
time."
"Yes, respected sir, my life has been
one demnition grind. Your venerable
friend's marginal notes I found of great
service to me while laboring at the
code."
"Good boy excellent young man
You got my draft, of course? It is a
pleasure to me to reflect that my boun
ty was not ill-bestowed."
"Your draft uncle? 'No I never re
ceived it"
"Gimmo that coder'
The old man opens the book and
shows his stupefied nephew a draft
for ',000 francs dated five months be
fore, which has all the time been repos
ing between the first two leaves of tber
code.
Tomboys.
The public mind is awakening to
the importance of physical education.
At the recent ladies' exhibition of
gymnaatic, calisthenic, and dancing
exercises, given at Prof. Stewart's
rooms in Boston, Dr. J. C. Smith,
Mayor, in speech to the parents and
teachers while distributing the prizes,
addressed them at much length on the
importance of thus developing the
muscular apparatus of children, and
made the following remarks:
"That the little girls he knew when
a boy, who used to climb trees and
fences with the boys, and who were
called "tomboys" by their mothers,
were now, wherever found leading
women in society, with strong, healthy
bodies and minds."
Mayor Smith was right Our girls
had better be tomboys than mincing
young ladies. Tndera right system
of education they would be an far
from one extreme as the other, but
if we must have extreme, give us that
which secures strong limbs, rosy cheeks,
and a constitution that will last
Life Illustrated.
BoldBut Praitles Stroke for Liberty,
From the Salt Lake Trlbnne.
A man was sawing wood yesterday
afternoon in a back yard. He severed
two sticks as thick as your wrist and
then went into the house.
"Mary," said he to his wife "my
country needs me; there's no use of
talking; we've just get to slaughter all
these Indians; no true patriotic can be
expected to hang around a wood-pile
these days.
"John' said his wife, "if you fight
Injuns as well as you saw wood and
I support your family, it would take 118
like you to capture one old squaw, and
?& uave to catch her when she had
ThA orrna iTirithrmnTumnii-i hnraroj
" "o"" " " tri- " ; "
J "- "went .hack to the wood-pile.
Money expended far painting
outhouses, wagons, implement, etJ.;
I pays gooa urviacna'!
T r J --!-
OurOersala.
The Bureau of Statistics- be fetaly
published some interesting data-in.- re
gard to the production and distribution?
of cereals in this country. In ths 10
years from 1S8S to-1873 our total pro-'
duction of cereals increased from l
450,000,000 in the former yearto-2302,
000,000 bushels in the latter Of tho
whole national supply only three per'
cent was exported in 1365 and ten per
cent in 187Sr while in the- twelve
months ending June 30, 1879, nearly
eleven per cent of our entiro yield was
sent abroad 246,000,000' bushels. Of
corn we keep for home consumption
93K per cent of all we raise; of bar
ley, SS per cent; of rye, SO per cent?
of wheat, 75 per cent; of oats, 99 per
cent; while the wholo amount of our
buck-wheat is-kept for homo use.
Although corn is grown in all parte
of the country and constitutes- fiver
eighths of our "whole cereal crops, less
than one-fourth of the States grow
more than they require. Nearly all
the surplus is produced by the single
group of Ohio, Indiana. Dlinois, Ioway
Nebraska, .Kansas and Missouri. Mich
igan, Wisconsin and Minnesota pro
duce hardly enough for home use,.
while the seven States above named
yield at the average rato of sixty-two
bushels to each inhabitant. As late
as 1S59, the fifteen slavo Suites pro
duced 52 per cent of le whoio coin
crop; but at present it is doubtful if
any of them grows enough for tatas
consumption, for in 2S77 all the South
ern States produced only lO.OOO'.eoO'
bushels more than in 1S591, while the
yield of the other States bad swelled
in the same period from 4CKX)OVOQ0" to
900,000,000 busheii The center of
production has moved west more rap
idly than north, until now forty per
cent of the entire-yield i raised beyond
the Mississippi.
In the great corn belo thttmunoer of
swine and cattle raised is proportion
ally much larger than in other sections-,
especially in Indiana and Hlinois, and
here most of the surplus corn is con
centrated in these anhnais fox ship
ment to other States and to Europe.
Owing to-the deficiency of capital to
buy animals in the more newly settled
States-, much of their surplus corn is
exported in tho bulkiest form, and
that- too, over the greatest distances,
owing to their remoteness from market-
Of our wheat the Atlantic States pro
duce only 17 per cent against 30 per
cent in 1860. The central States hs tho
same period have fallen from 54 to 40
per cent, while the trans-Mississippi
States havo risen from 14 to 42 per
cent The New England States pro
duce only three-tenths of a bushel of
wheat to each inhabitant; the Middlo
States three and a third bushels per
head; that is, only a trifle over half
what thoy needr while Kentucky and
Tennessee produce about six bushels;
the Southern, Atlantic and Gulf Statea
nearly as much ; and are therefore over
self-supporting, for owing tor the largo
amount cf corn consumed by negroes
and others in the South, an average of
about four bushels of wheat per head
is held to be enough from Maryland to
Texas. The area suitable for wheat in
the Far We3t is much larger than that
adapted to corn, inasmuch as the form
er can be grown from 2,0G0to 6,000 feet
above the level of corn culture, so that
vast regions in Washington Territory,
Dakota, Wyoming, Idaho1 andMontana,
from which corn growing is virtually
excluded, are adnnrahiy adapted to
wheat culture. Rural yew Yorker,
Mr. DsHaas, ex-Consul atJernsalem
makes the following series of deniaLs -"There
i? not a railroad in all Pales
tine. There is not an American mis
sionary in the holy land, nor a Sunday
school. But one Protestant ehurch in
Jerusalem, another outside the walls
and one at Nazareth. The Jewish pop
ulation has increased during the last
few years, but the population of the
country has more rapidly decreased
The Jews have no intention of reoccu
pying the land. No Jew around Jeru
salem owns or cultivates an acre of
ground. The Jews of Europe and
America will never return to Palestine
unless- forced back at the point of the
bayonet"
m
A woman in Colfax county jokingly
exchanged babies with a neighbor, tho
two being dressed exactly alike, and
laid in the cradle together, and when
they wanted to trade back, neither
could distinguish which was her own
property. The husbands mutually ar
ranged a compromise to select by lot,
and each went away apparently satis
fied, though not at all convinced This
rather discounts the story of Japhet in
search of a father, C. C. Courier.
"I deal " remarks-the merchant; "I
cut," adds the carpenter; "I turnip
spades " say3 the gardener; "I pass,"
observes the railroad Superintendent;
"I lead hearts" adds the beau; "I fol
low suit," chirps the tailor with his
little bill; "I trumpet,"' chimes thecor
net player j "You cur," shouts the
butcher, as the dog ran off with a two
pourM steak. Thus many classes seem
to be made a game off.
To Clean Silver. Never put a par
ticle of soap on silverware if you would
have it retain its lustre. Soap-sad3
make it look like pewter. Wet a flan
nel cloth in kerosene, dip it in dry
whiting, and rub the plated ware. Let
it dry on it, and then rub with a cham
ois skin.,
You may say what you please about
it, but there is luck in hore-hoes. A
woman nailed one against the wood
shed a month ago, and last week her
husband eloped with the hired girL
The man had not earned a cent in over
two years. RocJi Fort Journal.
For thirty years Mrs. Martha P.
Graves, of South JKillingly, Conn., had
been deaf. She recently dreamed that
her hearing had been restored, and on
the second morning following she
awoke with hearing perfect-
Some enthusiastic fish man thinks
that the day is coming in this country
when an acre of water ran be made 03
profitable as an acre of land If people
only kneWhow to work it
Cealingsihat have peen smoked by a
kerosene Tamp houla -be 'washed off
with soda water.
