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lift ADVERTISER. .1 . w. rAiitmtoTiinit .v. :o., 'Wifc'f 1lf' I'Tfttirirtf! THE ALPINE 1I0IIN. In Switzerland tho Alpine horn HdtiiulHolt tlio rur-l'nmnd llaiutlr.httclici, Am swcji't to every native oar At) tlio lirlKlit fountain's silvery HpluMli. lint It hit othor HB(!H hen. Whon on tlio moimtnln'M unowy holKht (Wlillo In tlio vale tlio hum Is nut) There only kIoiuiih ii Hoftcnud IlKht; The nonunion, then, who ilwoll ho IiIku Toward tlio breaking ul tlio morn, Within hlsolialot turns hlfMteps And Irotn Km wiiIIh tokos down IiIh horn; Anil from ittf trniiciito lonirtli r'-Kounda. O'er uiiiiiy 11 IihIkIiI liy iiiiiii koiii-co irod, r iiiiiny a IioIkIH hy tiiuii Kouroo iroJ, i cot to ool in olouront notes, m ovo'h miluto: " I'mlHO tho Lord Oou." jrom ( Tho Tlio liiintflincn, Iroin tho pcaku around, Catuli up tho Ht rain and Mutt It back; ItHpi'iKioliil notes like hoalliiK fall On iruiny a lonoly Alpino truck. Tlion rIIumcu rolirnlnif In tholr homos, TliohordHinon all knool down to pray For common wonl; lor thin thoy ask In tholr own Hlniplo, rovoront way. Now from tho horn thoy oall inriilii. And ocliol'H tar from holuht to height, Upon tlio air In oadonoo nwect, Tlio dour homo pliritno: "(iood-nlntit, nood nlKht." Thon to tholr roHt thoy calmly ico That (lod will hold tliom In Ills hand, In fulth thoy sloop: and may llokoop Those. inoiititHlnoorM of Hwltorland. Mttrir. S. .odd, in duUlm Hide. CliYTIK. Tho Httlo mining-camp of "Rocky CHIV" IiikI been well-named. It wns sheltered by huge rooks and bowlders in a hind limb know nothing of tho bounty of flowers and green Holds, while towering liiuiintiiitis, imitii 1Hm;iiL hi tholr dreary grandeur, throw groat shadows over tho rook-sheltered liutn lot, keeping it in perpetual gloom. , Tho hiiow novordisappoarod from tho uplifted mountain-top.-). The Htttntod nines, that hungered and struggled lor life in tho barren soil, wore all there was of nature's living groon to roliovo thu dreariness of tlio eold gray moun tain sides. Hero, lonoly and imprisonod, tho little hamlet of a do.ou or more houses seemed guarded and kept from tho rest of tho world. In its early dnyB, when gold could bo washed from the narrow gulches near by and silver oro was found hidden in tho forbidding moun tain sides, (ptito a city nestled in tho grand old canon. Hut the mineral bods wore soon exhausted and nine-tenths of tlio population nought now fields of labor. Now a few rambling cabins were all that was loft of tho once lively camp. Hut intercourse with tho great out side world was still maintained. Every Saturday evening the stage-coach camo rattling down tlio mountain side into Rocky Clill. Its arrival with tlio mail and an occasional pussongor was tho j-ouo great event of tlio week. Tho boys 'f of the hamlet would climb a mile up tho mountain side to meet it. so as to got a ride on tho boot. Tho drivers who wore usually rough, jolly follows wotdd somotimos, when there wore but few passengers, give tho eager lads a ride, telling thorn to "pile in;" a re quest that was literally obeyed with shouts that made tho canon ring and put now life into tho tired horses. Ono January night, whon tho air was cold and tho winds wore wailing mournfully as thoy passed in bitter gusts through the gloomy canon, tho uriver failed to moot tho lads at their accustomed resting-place. " It's too cold for the youngsters to-night, I rookon," ho mumbled bo hind Ids groat mutllor. "Don't blatno 'em for huggin' tho lire. It's cold 'null to freeze a brazen immidge and hollo, you Httlo rats! There you are, oh, in spito of tills hero blizzard?" A trio ot boys stood in the road, with blue noses and oliattoring teotli. They had sprung from behind a huge bowlder, where thoy had found shelter from tlio wind. "Piloin! pile in! few passengers to night, and you've aimed yor ride, coni iir out in this cold." The boys glancod into tho coach. Not seeing any passengers there, thoy concluded it was empty, and Sammy Hooper exclaimed " I'horo ain't nobody in; that's fun; wo kin have a seat apiece! I'm goin' to jump inter this hero pile of buirior robes on tho back seat." Clambering over tho middle soat Sammy landed on tho blankets ami robes that wore piled up in a corner; when from thorn eiuuo a sharp, shrill volco in angry remonstrance: "Gitotl'n mo! Git olV I say! Don't mash mo alivo!" Tho lustonisliod Stunuol sprang back to tho middle soat, tumbling over tho other boys. Thoro was silence for a few moments. In tlioir surprise the lads had lost speech, and awaited fur ther developments. Those woro made slowly; but at length, from under many coverings, appeared tho curly head of a girl of about ten years of age I lor face could dimly bo seen, and from it a pair of tho blackest oyos glared at tho three boys, half in wondor, half in fun. Tho little scarlot hood sho woro had boon pushed back by tho robes, revealing a broad, white brow, over which hung a tangled mass of black, curly hair. Tho astonished boys looked with wide open eyes and mouth at tho stranger. Tlioir wondor could not lisve been greater if a "grizzly" or ihmuh othor unexpected monster had md its appearance on the back soat of xhn wtcch. Sammy was tho first -to "J didn't know you was thoro, olsol wouldn't rolled outer yor. I didn't go to, and" "You just nearly killed mo, but I don't mind it now. Ain't wo most there? I'm most froze. It's a mercy if uono of my Jogs and arms ain't broke, a-bangin1 around in this old thing all dav." In Hplto of tho cold, thoro was tho usual number of men and boys assem bled on tho platform in front of iho board shanty that was called tho hotel, to witness tho arrival of the coach. Toter Jennings, tho bustling keeper of tho house, hastened to tho couch door, throw it open, crying out pom pously, " Come right in to tho lire, gen tlemen, and take off your wraps, wlillo good Mistress Jennings lakes up a hot simper." in rospouso to this invitation, out jumped the throe giggling boys. Peter turned away with disgust. "Hold on, thoro!" cried Sandy, tho driver, as Peter was about to enter the house, from the open door of which camo, in glowing llashos, tho light of the great lire of pine-knots in tiio open liro-place. " Hero's a passenger that'll bo glad enough of your hot supper and good lire." "Ah, indeed! beg pardon; beg par don, sir or madam!" Tlio last part of tho sentence was fairly bawled out, as a feminine head appeared at tho coach-door. The sight caused a general commotion among the tho spectators, which brought good Mrs. Jennings to the stage, bustling with curiosity and kind intentions. Tho arrival of a female was an ovout, to bo sure. In tho short summer mouths, ladies sometimes visited Rocky Cliff, with tlio parties of tourists who camo to the mines to "rough it" for a week or two. Hut who hudovor known a woman to visit tho place alone in win tor, whon even strong men did not like to cross the range? "Allow me, madam," politely said Peter, extending ono hand. A little hand encased in a soft blue mitten was laid in Peter's buckskin glove, a little foot was placed on tho stop of lite conch, and with a bound tho child stood fully rovoalod, creating al most as much interest and curiosity as if she camo bounding down from tins moon. Potor was again chagrined, but ho forgot it in his unbounded wonder. Good Mrs. Jennings, remembering her little Mary who was lying in tlio deso late graveyard on tho mountain-aide, with truo motherly Instinct was drawn at once to tho lonoly child. "Come, dearie, with mo," sho said. Hut tlio girl drew back, and did not touch the proffered hand. "My papa," sho said, " where is ho? Granny said he'd lie hero. She wrote and told him I was coming. Where is my papa?" The bright face began to wear a the lips began to troubled quiver. look, and " Who is your papa, doarto?" inter posed Mrs. Jennings, going down on nor knees before tho Utile waif. " 1 am Clytio Havens, and my papa " No need to toll moro. Without another word Mrs. Jennings took tho child in her arms and carried her into tho house, whilo tlio little group of men soon dispersed, no ono repeating tlio name the child hud spoken. It was only thodaybeforo that Cly tie's father had boon laid in tho gravoyard on tho Hillside, i no men coma see from where thoy stood tho bright now pine board that marked his grave on which tho snow was thon slowly falling. Thov know, now, what it was poor John f lavons tried so hard to tell them, when thoy found him near his cabin, breathing" his last under a huge pine that had fallen on him. Clytio was cared for by Mrs. Jen nings, and was soon .old, as only a child less mother could .nii, why her lather had not come for her. The tears of the poor orphan did not fall .faster than those of tho kindly woman who told her of her loss. It was a singular fact, but at this timo thoro was not another girl but Clytio in Rocky Cliff. The juvonilo population consisted of boys only. The advent of Clytio Havens "filled a want long felt." At least Mrs. Jennings said so. Tho boys woro such "young Injuns" that a girl among tliom, it seemed to her, might "tamo em' down." Whether it was for tho bonolit of tlio boys, or because it was folt that Clytio would take the place of tlioir lost Mary, tlio reader must judgo; but Mr. and Mrs. Jennings concluded to adopt her. Tho child had no relative.! in tho world. The grandmother of whom sho had spoken and with whom she had always lived, had died just before Clytio was sent by friendly strangers to Rocky Cliff. Hut alas for good Mistress Jennings' hope that Miss Clytio would exorcise a goutlo and refining inlluonco over the young " Injuns" of tlio settlement! No sooner had tho child's grief worn off than she began to manifest propensities not unbecoming a young " Iviokupoo" or "Uto." She made no attempt to scalp any ono; but, as tho mountaineers said: "Of all the rompin',, liigli-llyin,' soreochin', dattcin1 gals, sho was tlio wust. She's inter every thin'; as harum scarum a torn-boy jib you oversee." And yot, everybody "thought a heap of her." Disappointed as Mrs. Jen nings was, sho saw in "hor Clytio" many good and lovable traits. Sho was .shocked to seo tho young girl vying with the boys in their mad rucos after tho stage-couch, her nimble feet carry ing hor far ahead of tliom all. The boys all liked hor. Dirty hands and faces woro not an abomination in hor sight. Whilo sho joined in tlioir sports', and climbod with them peril ous heights, yot in all her conduct sho was modest, 'and commanded their full respect. Hor surroundings did not cultivate lu her feminine charms and graces. Elegant manners wore unknown to her. Hut tho girl grow into a strong young womanhood, with many gonerous.no blo qunlitios. Hor adopted parents loved her almost as though sho were tlioir own child, and through their kind ness she lod a happy, cureless life. Tho winter that Clvtio was sixteon was an unusually severe ono. Tho snow and cold winds camo earlier than usual. For days thoro wits no sunshine, and the mountain passes woro blocked by snow. The stugo-eoaoh failed to make Its appearance on Saturday night, and for two weeks tho mail had not boon re ceived. The snow was deep. Patiis had to bo shoveled through tho drifts from house to house, and those drifts often reached almost to tho eaves of tho low cabins. Christmas ovo cunie. Tho short win tor day had departed in glory, for tho sun went down boind the mountain tops, a groat fiery hall that throw a warm, rosy light over all tho dreary landscape. "Tho sun sets so clear tor-night, gttoss it's goin' to clear up," said tho hopeful mountaineers, who had boon so long deprived of its cheerful rays. Morning came, not clear and bright, as had been hoped. Tho mountain summits woro lost in heavy gray clouds. A fierce, scornful wind wailed drearily in all tho gulches, and wont moaning down tlio desolate canon. Tlio snow foil thick and fast. Tlio winds caught it up and sont it in groat masses against tlio closed windows and doors. It was no time for merry-making; no timo for tlio smiles and rejoic ings tiiat befit the Christmas timo. It was lato in tho day when a minor, sitting with his family around the stovo in their Httlo kitchen, heard, above tho roar of the storm, the rush of tho ava lanche, and then a voice crying for holp. " It's a girl's cry," said sandy Wood, as ho ran out into tho snow and tum bled against ono of his neighbors in a snow-path. "Must bo Clytio Havens,1' was tho roply. There's trouble o' some kind at Jennings'." There was troublo at the Jennings'; a great troublo. Tho building, never a substantial ono and now weakened with ago, stood at the base of a high cliff with great rocks jutting out from its summit. One of tlio huge bowlders had become loosened, and had fallen down the cliff's side, bringing with it an avalanche of smaller rocks and great banks of snow. That part of the house in which Mr. and Mrs. Jennings slept camo in tlio way of tho nvalunoho. Clytio, who was at that momont in hor own room, hoard the roar, tho crash of breaking timbers; thon in an instant a part of hor own room was torn away, and sho was thrown against her bod by tho fierce wind and falling snow. Tho next momont she sprang to her feet. Frightened, and yet with great presence of mind, sho remembered what sho had heard of snow-slides, and know tho cause of the disaster. Culling loud ly for aid she bogau,Mn a frenzy of ap prehension, to pull away the broken boards and timbers thai had fallen over tlio spot, whore sho knew hor adopted parents had beou buried by tlio ava lanche. Her neighbors had heard her cry and tho crash of tho falling rocks, and had come to hor help. The great bowlder hud struck tho end of tho house, and rolled on a few feet to tho level ground, leaving shattered boards and timbers in the placo of tho little room where the landlord and his wife woro sitting. Tlicso were removed. Potor Jen nings was found in an insonsiblo condi tion, both arms broken. His wife lay under a great rock that had fallen on her chest. Hor moans were pitiful to hear, and it was evident that hor in juries were severe. " A doctor, a doc tor." t-lio moaned. Tlio sympathizing group of men looked at ouoli other in dismay. There was no doctor nearer than Klwood's Gulch, and that was two mllos away, over roads that wore full of dangers. It would certainly be at the risk of life to try to reach " Doc Holmor s cabin on such a night. The sullering old people woro carried to Sandy Wood's cabin, whore kindly hands did all that could bo done to re lieve tlioir suffering. The hands, though kind and willing, woro inexperienced, and could do lml little. " A doctor! will no one go for Dr. IlolmorV" moaned Mrs. Jennings. I'll try to go for him.1 said Sandy, and ho disappeared. Ho was gone a few moments, but soon roturnedsayiug: " It's no use: no human mortal can find the gulch trail. It's three feet under tlio' snow, an' a blacker night never was." The moans of tho poor sufferer lillod the room. It was moro than Clytio could endure. Sho stopped to the. cabin door and looked out. It was. indeed, a black night. Tho girl's cheeks puled, her lips quivered: then, with a deter mined look, site quietly and unobserved loft the house Sho wont back to hor own room, or what was left of it. It was half full of snow, but she found her cloak, hood, mittens and shawl. Sho wrapped her self as best sho could, and, kneeling in tho miow, prayed that strength and courage to reach tho doctor's house might bo given hor Then Mio searched for hor little lan torn, ono that had been on a shelf near by. This she found, and with matches sho lighted it. Thou she sol forth with a strength born of sympathy for suffer ing, and love for the dear ones who hud dono so much for her. Thoy hud boon good and kind to hor alwavs, and she was ready to give hor mo lor iiiotn. Sho knew of a ''trail" dose to tho niountniii-sldo that was sholten-l by hanging rocks anil great trees, and the snow could not, sho reasoned, bo so very deep there. To go this way made the distance to Dr. Helmer's four miles. Clytio fought hor wav up the moun tain side to this trail. The strong, lioroe wind blow her back; sho stum bled and fell many times, but she at last reached tho trail with bruised hands ami weakened limbs. It was comparatively free from drifts, although in some places the snow whs quite deep. Hut soon Clytio camo to a point whoro tho narrow path was les sheltered. Hor heart sank as sho saw a great drift rising before her; but she pushed on. Thon in a moment sho felt herself falling, falling, and as suddenly bIii stopped. Her mission must fail in spito of all her efforts. Her heart was breaking with sorrow for the Buffering ones tit home, whom sho laarou sue woum never sec again. Sho was afraid to move lest sho should plunge down some rocky cliff. A drowsiness that sho could not overcome before loii" camo upon hor, and thon she wont to sleep. The morning sun rose clear and red. At its earliest l'ght every man in Rocky Cliff could havo been seen plodding wearily through the groat drifts in search of Clytio. Thoro was no need of a doctor now for tho injured ones. Tlio Great Physician had taken them to Himself. And human hands could give no aid to Clytio. Days passed. At length they found her half buried in tho snow, with tlio tears frozen on hor ashen checks, her hands clasped and lifted upward, and her pale lips half apart. Tho littlo group of rough miners stood with uncovered heads around tho still, cold form. Tears filled their oyos, and with trembling hands and aching hearts they bore hor down tho montain Bido to hor burial. Sho had paid with hor lifo the debt of lovo sho owed to tho dear ones who had "passed on" be fore her. Youth s Uompamo B Stock and Jho Soil. In some orthQ' older portions of the country thoro is a strange belief that live stock exhaust tlio soil, and tho re sult is that few cattle or any other kind of stock is kept. Wo can now think of good sized farms in the States of Now York and Pennsylvania on which aro kept three or four cows, a single pair of horses, and no other live stock what ever. As a usual tiling tlio farms aro constantly running down, or if any are kept up it is dono by an unprofitable outla for artificial fertilizers, tho place of which would bo moro than filled by tho stable and barnyard, if a proper system of keeping stock on tho farm was adopted. At this lato day whon tho reverse of tho doctrino that stock will impoverish land has been so often and so widely demonstrated, tho advo cacy of it shows a lamentable falling behind in tlio rapid march of intelli gent agriculture. Wo aro not oven placed under tho necessity of going out of our own county or State to learn the falsity of such a position. Some tlio most oxhiuiHtod fiii-m-t ill thin country havo gradually improved under stock grazing until thoro aro no bettor acres in all our rich territory. Some times, however, men refuse to seo any merit in anything at home, looking always away from home, and learning what thoy do learn from tlio successes of those in othor lauds. Some pooplo scorn to think that anything that hours tho name of Euro pean success is bettor and more reliable than anything of homo triumph can possibly be. Such people can happily bo provided with brilliant illustrations of our position in this matter in tlio suc cess of agriculture and keeping stock" combined in England and Germany. In England tho live stock interest has vastly increased during tlio last half century, and her yioltl of wheat has nearly doubled that is, doubled per acre. If wo were to accept tlio position of tlioso who allogo that stock is a detriment to tlio soil, thoro bus not been a day lor indeed U'o last hundred years that the ruin of English soil by this time would not havo been predlt ed. Hut, although devoting her atten tion to the breeding and feeding of stock to a degree and with a success that has given an impetus to tlio biiM ness wherever stock can bo profitably raised, her land has gradually improv ed, until hor acres bloom with a fertili ty never before Known. A similar re sult is found in Germany. While the German farmers have been constantly increasing their meat production, the soil has been continually yielding larger of tho sugar beet, which is grown to E-uoh a large extent, in that country. And this result will follow tho keening of stock upon an; land. If tlio tillers of tho poor land in America would in crease their herds and (locks double or three-fold, thoy would double tho yield of tlioir laud. While it is not probable that this falso idea prevails to any groat extent in our Western country, ft is a tact that many of our farmers keep too littlo stock, and aro thus standing in their own light with a full knowledge that tho aro do ing so. Tlio natural richness of our soil has, of course, much to do with 1 this, and while wo continue our prc-nt I largely prevailing policy of farming tho laud to death, the utility of stock as a means of lortilizing will not bo appreci ated to the extent that it dosonos. When our soil becomes exhausted there can bo no doubt that tho intelligence of tlio Western farmer will readily lend him to recognize the worth of stock in this ropoct. Hut is it not an inexcusa bly blind policy to throw away all the profit which comes ot stock raising, and to injure tho land bo-ides, just becausn tho soil will now produce a hund-oine crop? Is it not the policy Unit kills the goo?o that lays tho golden egg. U'nt. cm ittiral. A school mistress should bo up t? urchin in kuowlodgo FACTS AND FIGURES. The report of the Treasurer of tho-, Hoard of Foreign Missions of tho United' Presbyterian Church shows that tho re ceipts of the past year from all sources woro !?GG,'1G7.(J7; tho expenditures for tlio same period were 805,395.01. Ono letter out of every .WO sont is unclaimed in tlio ollico to which it goes. One letter in 28U sont turns up at tho Dead Letter Ollico. Ono letter out of every '.), 100 sont is hold for postage at tho ollico of mailing and tltis amounts to :S00,000 in a year. More than -'00,-000 letters every year aro insulllciently addressed. Ten thousand letters this, yoar boar no superscription whutevor, and these letters often contain remit tances of groat value. Moro than -'00,-000 foreign letters fail to reach tho per sons to whom they are addro-sod. A Roumanian engineer, Trajan Theodorosco by name, has invented a now description of torpedo or subma rine boat, whoso peculiarity is that it is capable of maneuvering under water at twelve hours on a stretch, it is able to act at tlio depths of from 100 feet in riv ers, and to 700 or 800 feet in the sea. It is able, through tho agency of screws, to rise or sink noiselessly, and either sud denly or gradually by successive stages, can move or maneuver in any direction. Tho illumination of tho vessel is inter nal, and enables tho officers upon her to seo for a distance of l:J0 foot under water. Another new application of elec tricity as a motor has been experiment ed on during tho last few days in Paris. M. G. Trouvo, a well-known electrician, has devised a method of applying tho electrical current to the propulsion of tt boat, and so far tho results have boon eminently satisfactory. Tho experi ments have been made on the Seine on several occasions with a small boat con taining from two to six persons. M. Trouvo1 s electric motor consisted of a Siemens coil, which, by a siinplo but ingenious arrangement, is miido to transmit its power to a threo-bladed screw at the stem of the bout. Tlio motor itself is lixed on the upper part of the rudder, which it follows in its movements, as does also the screw. Tlio motor, with its accessories, doe not weigh moro than five kilogrammes. M. Trouve's apparatus may be adapted to any bout, and there seems no reason whatever why it might not be so modi fied as to bo applicable to vessels of much larger dimensions than that ex perimented on. Experiments in navi gation by electricity woro made on tho Neva in 1839 by Jacobi, but tlio method adopteil had so many drawbacks as to be practically useless. WIT AND WISDOM. Some ono says tlio now color, "Maiden's Cheek," will not wash. Wo learn from an astronomical authority that tho planet Horschcl "bears the name" of the discoverer. It would mko u strong telescope toAoo that name on tho planet. Xcto Unccn Hegister. "Sarah is not very saving; sho allows too much to go to waist," remarked tho fond Hoston parent when he camo into 'the room and saw his prospective son- in-law with his arms encircling his daughter. Boston Globe. They were discussing tho question whether ono should say " I shall," or "1 may." Said Mrs. Fogg, finally, "Sometimes one form is correct and sometimes the other. For example, 1 say, ' 1 shull go to tho city to-morrow and I shall buy a new dress pattern,1 and you say, 'Yes, dear, you mag.''" Fogg had to admit that sho was quite correct. Jioston Transcript. Speaking of pictures, did you ever look at a lot of cattle portraits in an agricultural magazine? And were you ever able to distinguish a grain of dif ference in well say from" L'O to :,000 portraits of famous cows? Can any ono make you beliovo that they aro not all printed from tho saino cut? And tho lithograph prints of famous trotting horses, do you not suppose that ono horse stood for all tlio portraits? Now wo don't say that all cuttle look alike, nor all trotting horses, but wo do say that nearly all portraits of quadrilateral cows and anatomical horses aro just as nearly alike as human art can make them. Burlington Ilawkeyc. Losers of .Money. " Pardon mo for troubling you, sir, but did you drop a twouty-dol'lar gold piece? ' asked a man with an earnest loo.; on his face and a memorandum book in his bund of a well-dressed indi vidual on tho corner of Jouerson and Woodward avenues, Detroit. Tlio man addressed ran his hand nervously into various pockets and re plied: " Well, now, I declare! Can it bo dossiblo that I was so careless as to drop that coin? Vos, it's gone. 1 must have lost it right here, near where wo stand." Tho man opened his memorandum book, tonk from his vest pockot tho stub of a lead pencil and said: " Will you favor mo with your niinio and address?" Thoy were given, and the questioner .started on, when tlio well dres-ed man cried: "Hi, thoro! Whore's tho money. Give mo my gold piece " "Oh, I 'didn't find any money. I took a notion this morning that in a city like this, where thousands and thousands of dollars aro handled every hour, there must bo great losses, and started out to investigate the matter. Hotwcen hero and the river I loiiud seven mou that lost twenty-dollar gold pieces, and I expect to run tho lis" up to -'uO boioro 1 reach tho Citv-hall. Good day, sir.