Nebraska advertiser. (Brownville, Nemaha County, N.T. [Neb.]) 1856-1882, May 19, 1881, Image 3
' M Y THE ADVEltTISER.IKffi Subscription, $2.00 per Yeir, in AJtnce. OFFICIAL 1M.PKK OF TIIK COIT.NTY. THE SISTER MONTHS. When April stop nsldo for Mny, I. Ski1 (MuinoniW nil tliu rain-drop glisten; Freflli violets open every day: To 0! no new bird uauti hour wo listen. The children with tho Htroamlots Mug, When April stops tit lnt her weeping; Ami every Imppv mowing thfnic Laughs like u bubo just loused tvoux bleep- Yet April water", year by your, For Iii'fKiinl May her thirsty tlowors; And Mny, In gold or sunboann oluiir, l'tiya Aprirfor hor silvery shower''. AH tlowois of spring iiro not May's own; The crocus ean not often kiss her: The snow-drop, oro sho comes, has Down; Tho earliest violent always iuLm hor. Nor does May claim the wholo of spring: Sho leaves to April blossoms tender, That closoly to tho warm turf ellug, Or swing from tree-boughs, high und slondor. And May-tlowors bloom boforo May ootnes To cheer. i little, April's midness: Tho peach-bud glows, the wild boo hums. And wind-Mowers wave in graceful gladness. Thoy nre two sUters. side by sldo Sharing thochnngo of the woathor, 1'laylng at pretty st'Ok-and-hldo So fur apart, so close together! Anrli and May ono moment moot llut raieweil sighs their greetings smother: And brco.cs tell, and birds repeat. How Stay und April love eacl other. Jaku Ldirnm, (n .St. A'lchiiUu. PRINULE'S FLAT. "You will hnvo n beautiful day, my dear," said Mrs. IIopo, as sho looked admiringly lirst at hor son Dick, who was driving tip to tho door in his now buggy, thou at hor dnughtor-in-luw, Mary Hope, whoso honoy-moon was at its lull. "1 am so glad!" said tho young wife. "What lovely weather wo liavo had ever since 1 eatno here! not at all like what some of my friends predicted when they said wo ought to spend our honey moon in tho East." Dick Hope tit that momont sprang out of his buggy lightly, and gallantly extended a liand to his wife. m "Nonsonso!" exclaimed Mary IIopo. "I am not such a helpless creature that I can't get in mysolf," and sho stopped lightly into tho buggy with a merry laugh. Miv. Hope the elder gave an approv ing nod: "It's just as well to lot Dick know you can help yoursolf. Those Western men " "Need managing liko other men," interrupted hor daughtor-in-law with another laugh. Old Mr. Hope, coming down from tho stables at that moment, eyed tho horse, buggy and harness (Dick had expended seven hundred dollars on that turn-out), then stood patting tho horso'a nock kindly. H vroa nu uil mirer oi lino horses, and his judgment was sought far and wido on all points of horse-flesh: " Thoro's fine mottlo hero, Dick." "I know it," said Dick, proudly. "Cheap at four hundred," said Mr. Hope. " Have you tried her yot?" "I think she's good for two twonty ono without much of an effort." " Why, isn't that a fast horse, Dick?" asked his wife, whoso curiosity was aroused. " Just middling," answered hor hus band. "Wo have thorn out hero fastor than that." "It fast," said his father. "Wo used to think it impossible, but wo havo got so far on now thoro s no tollin what's in a horso. I very much. If it was n.i ii like this mare anybody olso's, "Come, now, what would you give, father?" said Dick, bantcringly. "It's all in tho family, so I'm saved a hundred dollars at least." " A hundred moro wouldn't buy hor, father. Just sav to anvbodv that covets my now mare 1 wont take a cent less than seven hundred dollars. Why, sho goes like tho wind." "That reminds mo, Dick; you'd best tako tho road round by Drake's." "And lose a good half-hour," said Dick. "That's a long way round, father," said tho elder Mrs. Hope. "You tako my advico," said hor hus band. "1 meancomingback. It doesn't matter going. If it should blow, you'll find it safest." Dick, who was adjusting a strap, looked off east and west, smiled in a satisliod way, and observed, "I don't see any signs of a storm." "Nor V' said his father; "but no ono knows anything about tho wind horo. I'll nover forgot tho sweep I got twenty years ago coming ovor Pringlo's "There is where wo arc goino-, isn't it, Diek?" Mrs Dick IIopo looked tho least trifio anxious as sho turned to hor husband. "Was it so bad, Mr. IIopo?" " Bad! Bad's no name for it. Wh'v it blew my wagon as far as from horo to tho barn blow tho horsos off their foot, toto up trees, and lodged mo against a rook that saved my lifo." "That must havo been terrible," said Mary IIopo. "Don't lot him frighten you," said Diek, smilingly: "lightningndver strikes twice in tho same place. I'm all right, yon soo. Tho only t'uno I was blown away was when 1 went East for you. Are wo all ready now? Baskot in, mothorP" Mrs. IIopo nodded gayly, Dick lifted tho reins lightly, and away tho now buggy with it3 happy occupants sped over tho prairie. It was early morning., Tho fingers of tho dafvn stretched upward, dissolving tho shadowy mist that hung ovor the prairio and tho thin lino of woodland that lay away off to tho west liko a frinV) oa a noatly-cut garment. Tho wlfo inhaled tho perfumes ox- urn tho llowcrs, tilling tho at- mosphcro with rich odors. Thoro woro linos upon lines of variegated tints above tho horizon. Such a sunriso Mary Hope had nover looked on except among tho mountains. Thoro woro tints of crimson, amber and gold, nnd abovo all whlto pillars rolled majestical ly palaces moro magniticent anil stately then any that the human mind could conceive. "How gran ill" sho said, as Dick looked smilingly at her. "Tho mind of man cannot moasuro all its beauties," said Dick, as ho lighted a oigar and settled himself down for somo "solid enjoyment." As tho red and golden glories strotch ed abovo tho horizon, a light broozo sprang up, fanning Mary Hope's cheeks, caressing her hair lightly, and sighing through tho thin selvage of trees which Dick's father had planted along tho roadway boforo his son was born. Tho god of day wheeled his chariot aloft, radiating, as only tho summer sun can, tho rarest tints of amber and crimson and gold, until tho purple glorios, rolling aloft liko great billows, gradual ly arched themselves into the semblance of a gateway, through which Mary IIopo caught, in fancy, glimpses of tho Cofcstial City. Sho did not spoak, but sat perfectly quiet, drinking in tho beauties of tho most beautiful morning Dick IIopo had ovor witnessed in tho West. "riioro is Pringlo's Flat," said Dlok, suddenly, pointing ahead. "Surely wo havo not come sovon miles, DiekP" "Scarcely. How far Is that ahead?" "Is it a mile, DickP" Dick laughed loudly : " It's nearer four." "1 don't understand it." "That's what tho smart hunters from tho East say when the' shoot and miss their game. It'sthe atmosphere, Mary." " It's a small place," said his wifo, as sho looked forward to Pringlo's Flat, lying a little below them, Boyond it there was aribbou of molten gold, made by tho sun's slanting rays hilling upon tho river. "And that is" tho river." "We'll bo thoro in twenty minutes," said Dick IIopo, "when 1 want to in troduce you to somo of tho nicest peo ple in this end of tho State." Tho people Dick referred to recoivod tho young couple in u manner that made Maty Hopo's chcoks glow with gratifi cation. Her husband was a man uni versally admired as lino a specimen of his kind as was ever produced west of Pringlo's Flat. The brido, during tho two hours thoy remained in tho town, created a ripplo of talk. Thoro was something about Dick and his wifo that made peoplo turn to look at thorn. When thoy drove away, a seoro of friends waved good wishes and tossod kisses after them. " Now for Dan's llouk." said Dick, rb u ffavo his maro tho roin and cast a backward glanco at Pringlo's Flat. "Pretty, isn't it?" "Pretty!" said his wifo. "Why, Dick, it's lovely! See tho light on die church-windows; it looks as though it woro really on lire Tho houses aro so 'pretty, too, the streets so wide, and thero is such an air of pcaco and com fort about it! Why, it is liko a that has grown up in a night, it wonderfully clean and neat just town is so what a painter would make if lie woro paint ing towns to pleaso people." "I'm glad you liko it. That reminds mo: do you seo that house abovo tho church, to the loft?" "It looks charming -the prottiest house thoro." "Glad vou liko it." Wliv "llmlf?"' "It's yours. I bought went East for you. We'll of it when wo return, it boforo I look inside if wo havo time." That was Dick Hope's way. Tho drive to Dan's Rock occupied nu linuv. "Now for a trial ot vour strength," said Dick, as ho tied his horso to a treo at tho baso of tho great rock and assisted his wifo to tho ground where thoy wore to lunch. "Must 1 climb up there, DickP" said Mrs. Hope. "That's tho programme what wo camw out for to-day. You've heard so much of the view from Dan's Rock that you want to soo it for yoursolf. Do you know you remind mo now of Parthenia fetching water from tho spring?" " Parthenia tamed her husband, didn't slvc, Diek? I'm glad your mother savod mo tho trouble." That was a lunch Mary IIopo often recalled in after-years. Dick persisted in forcing all kinds of dainties upon hor, " Irish fashion," as sho said after ward. It was tho first time sho had ovor had him to herself in tho glad day with no curious o es to peer on them, and sho subjected hor lord and mastor in hor turn to such straits that ho glad ly cried quits as ho put his hair out of ins oyes and viewed ins tormentor. Thon they slowlv mounted tho mass- ivo hoap called Dan's Rock. Such a view! A swoop of forty milos in ono direction, east, and almost as grand a view to tho west. Dick sat down and handed his wife tho glasses, as ho lighted a fresh cigar: "Do you soo that hill away off to tho loft thoro?" "Hasn't it a curious shape?" "That's wlmrn t.lw wind" ('nillf'S from. -Uioy manufacture it up there." "What do you moan, Diek?" "There's a valloy back thoro that ox tonds full forty niilos northwest, whore you como to prairie-land liko ours back of I rmglo's Flat, only thoro is ton times more of it. Tho wind rolh down tho yulley and plays tho very douco with thingson tho rivor about tho Point, oomotimos it rains, and thon you'd think 1,10 boavons woro emptying; all tho water In tho valloy swoops down below us noro, ilils tho valloy whoro it uurrows thoro like tho neck of a bottle, and then look out for trouble. I saw it onco; that Is all I want to soo." "Is It so awful, Diek?" "It Is roally awful, Mary." "And now It looks liko liko tho plains of Egypt. I can't concuivo of anything disturbing tho porfect peaeo of this beautiful scono. boo that cloud away off thoro, Dlok." "About tho slzo of a man's hand? I seo It." "It's tho only spook in tho sky," said his wifo. "It's not liko our sky, thou," said Dick, as ho kissed hor standing on tho very top of Dan's Hock. "Do you know it is timo wo woro moving now!" "Wo havo only been horo a little while." " It is throe hours since wo stopped at tho foot of Dan's Hock." "My goodness, Dick!" "That's what I'm always saying to myself when I think you took mo boforo all tho other follows." "It can't bo." "Look for yoursolf," said Dlok, Hold ing out his watch. "It's tho grandest day of my lifo, Dick. I wouldn't havo missed it for anything." Ho gave her his hand and holpod hor down tho rough places. Onco in a while Mary would stop to gather bits of mosw and llowors as mementos of a red-letter day. At least an hour was consumed In tho descont. Then thoy got into tho buggy and turned homo ward, but not oh tho road leading past Drake's. "Wo want to seo all that can bo scon, don't wo?" said Dick! "Hy all means," answered his wifo, as sho tied hor hat loosely and pre pared to enjoy tho drive homo. "But didn't your father toll vou to go homo by Drake'?" "Tho other is the hotter road." "You know best, Diek." "Dick's maro went at a slapping pace. " She smells oats," said Dick." "Looklit Pringlo's Flat, Dick." "Pretty, isn't it?" "Thoro is not a loaf stirring, ono would think. It looks so restful ovor thoro! It might bo a deserted village." "It docs look unusually quiet, now I notice it. lint then this sun is terrible. Seo if you can find our houso ovor thoro, Mary." Thoro was a long silence, then tho young wifo gleefully pointed out tho house, and there was another long si lence, which was broken by Mrs. IIopo saying suddenly, " What is that curious soundl hear?" "1 hear nothing." "Thero! Do you hear it now?" Dick inclined an oar. Thoy woro fairly clear of tho rough land at tho baso of Dan's Rook now, ami tho maro was trotting rapidly. Suddenly hor driver's firm hand brought hor upon liar Imunoliua. Dick UoUsncd 'intently. His wifo was rig-lit: hor ears were keener than Ins in tho nir. Thoro was something1 At that instant Mary's hand clutched his arm convulsively as sho cried out, "Oh, Dick, what is that back of us?" She was looking back with horror stricken oyes anil palo lips. Dick turned. A cloud liko a black wall was rushing down on them; it seemed to Diek Hope's oyos as black as ink. An awful fear possessed him. Thoro was a hush, a stillness in tho air as chilling as tho terrible cloud behind them. "Go 'long!" ho exclaimed, des poratoly, cutting tho maro fiercely with wis whip. Tho maro shot ont liko an arrow, and at that momont another sound smote their oars a sound that was liko tho crash of worlds. Tho maro reared, thon trosumod hor course. Her owner had lost plunged, onward all con- trol of her. Rut ono thought animated Dick IIopo as ho clasped his wifo with his right arm, whilo ho hold fast to tho reins with h'rs loft hand, shutting his toetli liko a vise. That thought was, " Pray God wo reach tho rivor-bottoni!" Tho earth groaned undor thoir foot. A sound liko tho rush and roar and screams of a million locomotives deafened them. Diek Hono in stinctively turned and young wifo in his arms clasped his Ho did not nothing but soo tho maro; ho saw his wife's face, and struck terror to his something in it heart. His own was as ashy gray at that momont as his young wife's whon sho turned her last appoaling look upon him and moved her lips. His ono prayer was that thoy might dio together. It soomod to thorn thon that all tho sound in tho air and earth was condonsod, gathered into ono awful shriek. Earth and sky woro ob literated. Dick IIopo felt himself lifted up and Hung liko a, ilako through tho air. Whon ho recovered his senses ho was lying whoro ho had prayed to bo--in tho river-bottom, with his wife eloso be side him. Tho awful storm did not divide them. Tho tornado, liko a rag ing boast, had simply taken them up in its teeth, so to spoak, tossed them aside, and nursucd its path. Whoro thoy woro lying tho water was so shoal that it scarcely covered them. Dick sat up and spoke to his wifo, but sho did not answer. Then ho nut ono hand up involuntarily, in a weak, holp loss way. Thoro was blood on his faco; hi! nntild not seo: his oyos were full of sand. Ho struck himself in despair, and, again graspiug his wifo, said in a hoarse voice, "You aro not (, Mary?" Whether it was tho water from tho rivor he dashed into hisfcvco or tho gush of tears that camo into his oyes, Dick does not knw to this day, but suddenly his eyes became clear, and ho could soo his wifo lying with her lace noxt him and tho water wailing her long hair ovor her breast. Ho lilted her up. Ho folt her hands, hor cheeks. Thqn sud denly ho summoned all his remaining Rtrcngth for ono supromo effort, and dragged rathor than carried hor up to tho "dry aholvlng bench undor tho bluff. Mary IIopo slowly opouod hor eyes and looked at her husband. Then sho put her hands slowly up to hor face and cov ered it. Dick saw tho tears coursing down hor chooks. "Don't! don't! Maryl" ho said. "I can't help it, 1 nm not crying with pain or grief; it's because you are liv ing boeauso wo aro botli spared." Dick's strength returned to him. Ho stood up and lookotl about him. Until that momont ho did not know that ho wa9 goalless and without vest or shirt: ho whs linked. Ho prossod his oyos with his hands nnd looked down on him self liko ouo wakening out of a dream. Ho looked at his wife, still sitting with her faco covered with hor hands: " Mary, wo aro almost naked. Thoro Is nothing on mo, and your dress Is in rib bons." Ho looked up and down tho river In a holploss way, still pressing a hand to his head: "I don't soo any sign of tho buggy or horso." Then ho cast his glance at tho bluff back of thorn. "Como, lot us go up on tho batr-k." Ho had to carry hor. " It is tho horrlblo fright, dear Dlok. I'll soon got ovor It," sho said whon ho sot hor down goutly on tho level ground. "Mary, look ovor thoro. l)o you soo anything? My oyos aro so full of sand, so sore, that I can't make it out quite. Everything looks blurred." She did not answer him. It was not boeauso hor oyos woro not clear. As she looked wondoringly, hor hand, that had nover rolinqttl Ishod her husband's from tho moment ho seated hor on tho prairie, elapsed his convulsively. Then sho uttered a loud cry. "1 I oxpocted as much," said Dick, speaking more to himsolf titan to his wifo. "Nothing nothing man ovor made could stand boforo that storm." "Oh, Diek," she exclaimed, sobbing ly, "there is nothing loft of the town not a houso. 1 can only soo a hoap hero and thoro something liko fallen chimnoyu, and smoke and lire." "That's tho end of Pringlo's Fkit, Mary." Ho looked back ovor tho prairio back to tho friugo of trees that Bkirted a portion of tho road near the baso of Dan s nock but a little whilo since, lio could not recognize tho placo he had looked on a hundred times. Tho trcos had disappeared; thoy had boon swept from the faeo of tho onrth. Thon ho shaded his eyes with his hand nnd looked across to whoro Pringlo's Flat had stood in all tho prido of a now Western town. Dick Hone suddenly kn'olt bv his wifo's' sido, still holding her hand, saying, "Lot us pray." , Among all thoso who witnessed tho awu-lnnpinnK tornado that swept Prin glo's Flat until not onu stone stood upon another, killing, maiming all living creatures in its path, nono havo such vivid recollections as Diek IIopo and his wifo. When thoy rofor to thoir ox periouco onthattorribloday, thoy speak in a low tone, roverontly, as though standing in tho prosonco of tho dead. David Lowry, in LipvincoWs Magazine. Illustrious Cobblers. No ono but a shoemaker could havo thought Coleridge Bcrious in his strange saying that tho shoemaker's bench had produced moro eminent man than any other handicraft. Tho Shoe and Leather Reporter has, however, compiled a "bill of particulars," in tho shape of a list of famous cobblers, which scorns to act as au effectual estoppel on all jealous craftsmen. Hans Christian Andorseu, who needs no introduction, may head tho list, and Hans Sachs, of Nuromberg, who, though ho made shoos all his life, yot also made 6,000 poems, plays, farces and rhyming fablos, may bo put noxt. Sir Cloudosloy Shovel was a shoemaker until ho enlisted iu tho navy, and so was Sir Cliristophor Minns, anothor English Admiral. John Howson, ono of Cromwoirs Colonels, and a signer of Charles I.'s doatli warrant; Samuol Bradburn, tho "Domosthonos of Meth odism," as well as a Bishop; James Laekington, whoso catalogue of publi cations readied tho total enormous for that time -of thirty-seven volumes in 1787 all these worocobblors at lirst, if not at tho last. Continuing tho En glish list, William Gilford, whoso mem ory Ls preserved by a complimentary allusion in Byron's "English Bards and Scotch Reviewers," and whoso body is buried in Wostminstor Abboy; Goorgo Fox, tho arch-Quakor; William Carov. a missionary famous a centurv ago, and who read tho proofs of tho Bible in twonty-soven Oriental lan guages; Samuel "Drew, "tho Locko of the "nineteenth century." whoso experi ence as tin author led him to formulate tho sad truth that "tho man who makes shoes w suro of his wagos, but tho man who makes books is novor suro of anything;" Thomas Iloleroft, whoso namo is not nearly so well known as that of a single ono of his plays, "Tho Road to Ruin:" tho Rloomfield brothers, whom Byron thus apostrophized: " y tuneful cnblilorH, still yournotos prolong Compose at onco a slipper and a song;" John Pounds, whom school children cried at being turned away from all thoso, and lessor lights too numerous to mention, were English shoemakers. Coming to our own country, Roger Shot man, ono of tho "signers," loads tho list in timo, but Vico-Prosidont Henry Wilson in rank. Besides these woro Congressman Shoffoy and Noah Worcester, founder of tho Massachu setts Peace Society. And ox-Govorn-ors II. P. Baldwin, of Michigan, and William Clallin, of Massachusetts, if thoy nover made shoes, at loast dealt in thom largely enough to bo named horo. Altogether tho list is sullloiontly im posing and convincing to justify a vor dict in favor of Coloridgo's saying. PERSONAL AND L1TI2RARY. A Borlin butohor has written a flvo aot comedy that is about to bo pre sented In ono of tho thoatcrs of that olty. Mary Clommor, so long known as a Washington correspondent, has aban doned hor letter writing ami now do votes herself almost entirely to loss ophemoral literature Bishop Coxo, himsolf a poot of no ordinary merit, says that no would rathor havo written Watt's hymn, "When lsurvoy tho wondrous cross," than Gray's "Elegy," Milton's "Co inns" or "Lvoldas," orDanto's "Para- ' dlso." Gambctta ta tho most rapid talkor and writer among European statesmen; in public speeches ho has at timos de livered ouo hundred nnd eighty words a minute, and whon he puts pon to pa por which is raroly ho writes at tho rate of forty words a mlnuto. Stonog raphors find it no easy matter to koop up with him. Miss Abigail B. Judson, of Plym outh, Mass., hitoly passed her nlnottoth birthday. Sho Ls a sistor of tho lato Adoulram Judson, tho famous mission nry to Btirmah, and livos alono In tho houso onco occupied by him. Its front door has novor boon opouod since his body was carried through, and Miss Judson ordors that it shall remain shut until hor own funoral takes placo. Bernhardt, Salvinl ami Buffalo Bill appoared nt three Philadelphia theaters on tho snmo ovoning. Bornhardt's audience was small, and Salvlul's of modernto sl.o, whilo Buffalo BUI had a crowded houso. "I did fool a little anxious," Baid tho lattor, "playing ngainstsuch strong rivalry, but It turnou out all right. Oh, tho public knows a good thing whon it sees it." Tho big magazines, Harper's, Scrib ncrf and tho Atlantic, rocoivo enough manuscripts ovory day to make up an ontlro number. This fnot may help somo dissappointod pooplo to under stand why it is that bo many really good articles havo to bo rojoctod, and it mny afford thom a moans of guessing why it is that tho editor of a magazine cannot sond a dotailod lottor of explanation with each rejected contribution. HUMOROUS. No matter how highly educated a man is, whon ho is sick ho Is an 111 lltorato. Boston Transcript. Every man has his follies, and ofttimes thoy aro tho most interesting things ho has got. Josh Hillings. A poor oxcuso is bottor than nono, nnd tho sanio may bo said of a poor dinnor.--A.cto Haven Register. "That puts a different faco on It," said tho Hwlndlor whoa ha rntaad a cheek from 20 to $200. Meridcn Jic cordcr. Why is a green persimmon liko a girl's lips whon sho bids hor lovor good ly at tho gato? Boeauso thoy both puckor. Wheeling Journal. Speech is silver and silenco golden. That is whoro it costs moro to mako a man hold his tongue than it doos to lot him talk. N. O. IHcauwie. Prof. Swing says " tho coming man will bo temperate, chaste, merciful, just, gouerous, charitable, largo-hoartod, sweet-tempered; Christian; a good neighbor and a faithful citizen." Com ing! Why, (lorn yorpolt.wo'vo nrrivod. Boston Post. Italy has a surplus of lfi.000,000 llres. Financial Chronicle. That's un lucky, they're such a drug in tho market just now. Tho Wostorn papers aro all supplied, wo understand, and thoro won't bo any important political cam paign for somo timo to como. N. Y. Qraphxc. It was thoir first night aboard tho steamor. " At last," ho said tenderly, " wo aro all alono, out upon tho deep waters of tho dark blue soa, and your heart will always beat for mo as It has boat in tho past?" "My heart's all right," alio answered, languidly, "but, my stomach fools awful." Brooklyn Chronicle. m A Talking Corpse. Not many days ago a corpso was placed iu tho baggage car of ouo of tho Contral trains at Syracuse, oonsignod to Buffalo. Tho ear was well filled, and away back in ono corner was stowed u very talkative parrot that wastravoling to a point beyond Buffalo. In front of tho parrot's cage was piled express matt or so high as to nearly close tho bird in. Every thing moved right un til tho train reached Rochester. Thoro n oliango of train gangs was mado to run through to Buffalo, and a now bag gagonmn took possession of tho car containing tho corpso and tho parrot. Boforo tho train had moved very far out of tho Contral depot, and while tho baggageman was busy arranging Iris papers, a voico from ono end oftho car moaned "Lot mo out, it's hot." Tho baggageman who had noticed tho box containing tho coffin, directed his vision toward that object, and stood for a moment in blank amazement, wonder ing whether his ears had deceived him. But ho did not wait long, for tho words woro repealed in moro mournful tones than boforo. Tho frightened man loft the car in ouo bound, and finding the conductor, said: "Hank! thoy' vo got a live man in tho eolliu; como and help got him out!" Tho conductor accom panied tho baggageman to his car, and soon succeeded iu convincing him that tho corpso was not as lively as tho parrot. Ithaca (N. Y.) Journal. Japan has 4,377 post-offices, and tho aggregato length of its mail routes in operation is 42,'Ji)l niilob. Thomon-oy-ordor system is employed to tho pub lic (satisfaction.