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'V mr n . wem J l-" B I tibmki ilvcrtiscr. , O. W. FAIRBIlOTHEIUk CO., Proprietors. AUBURN, 1 i NEBRASKA. GONE. Oono? nnd tho world to go on ns beforo? (lone, with a smile, from tho old homestead door? Dear, faithful benrt, tocomobiick uovormoro? O, sud uovormoro! flpno? nnd tho seasons to como nnd to go rciithlug her grave In blossom nnd snow? Snow on tho bosom thut sheltered us so! Cruel and pitiless snow I ITnmo Is not home; mother's not thorot Dark Is hor room: empty her clinlr; Angels hnvo taken her out from our enre Lifted uerover life's stair. Even tho sunlight misses her faco; Muto things hor sayings nnd doings retrnco; Winds sing iv dlrgo nbout tho old place So lonely seems thut old plucol Dear, willing hnnds! thoy'vo well douo tholr share. Shriveled nnd wrinkled n pltlnblo pair Onco thoy woro dimpled and rouiidod nnd fair Long yenrs ago. they wore fair. Onco thick nnd glossy tho scant looks of snow; Bpnrkllngly bright tho eyes' faded glow; Sprightly tho stop, that grow slow and mora slow, Till seaward tho tldo did How. Thorny, ofttlmes, was thowaythnt sho trod; Vot, with tho sandals of faith brightly shod Climbed sho tho steeps to tho portals of Ood Holding tho hands of her God! Oft tho denr eyes grow dim from snd tears, Guiding our untried feet through tho years: Manning our future with hopes and with our quick-falling tours. No moro In nngulsh tho poor henrt will bow; Fndcless tho crown that encircles hor brow; Clud In tho vestments of nngolhood now Fcurless, overmoro now. Mothor has got her lost bloom back again; Found tho lostlovo. long wopt for In vulu; Uctiutiful, glorified, froo from all stain, Never to wander ngnln! Will sho forget tho ones sho caressed? Wentovcr, laughed over, hushed on her bronst, Willi her glad lullabies, Into sweet restl llubyhood's Innocent rest? No; tho truo heart still faithful will bo; Fondly guard thoso that plavod nt her kneo, Fly, llko n bird, from over death's sea With her darlings to bol And when wo'rodono with earth and its enre, Folded our hands, In a last mute prayer, Mothor will reach for us over life's stiilr Over life's wearisome stair. Bleep, mother, sleep! with your hnnds on your breast, I'oor, weary hands! thoy needed tholr rest; Well hnvo wo loved you, but God loved you best. Denr henrt! He's given you rest. Mrs. Agnes Haskell, in Alliance. HOW JOHNNY SAVED THE KAIL ROAD TRAIN. Tho members of tho Whirligig Club tiro oil' on n midnight excursion with their bicyclos, tho boys having stolon i away from their homos without tho knowledge of their parents. After a . ride of about nine miles by tho light of a full moon, they have como to a halt near a railroad just whero tho track crosses over a small crook. Tho Club was at length beginning to feel tho cfl'cets of tho unusually long ride; and, as tho party came to tho rail way, Ben said: "Let's rest horo until tho expresses pass." "Agreed!" said Bob. "What timo is it, .Too?" "After ono ton minutes after. It must be timo for tho train now," ho nnswored, looking down tho track. Tho up-opress was due at fifteen minutes after one, and tho down ex press at almost tho same hour, but thoy seldom were on time. In a few minutes tho trains would surely pass the spot where tho bovs now were, and they thought tho sight worth waiting for, hecauso the trains wore thrqugh ex presses, and always dashed along as if Bpeed was tho only thing cared for. The boys agreed to wait. Two of them stretched themselves on the ground by the siilo of tho wagon-road, and the othors sat around on logs, glad to tako a breathing spell, as Joe called it. "I say," said Davie, suddenly, "tho railway would bo a splendid place for our machines to run on." "So it would," said Bob. "The places between tho ties have been filled and packed, and so many peoplo use it as a foot-path, that it's as smooth and solid as a lloor." Just then the up-express came whistling and roaring along tho track, and dasTied past them at tremendous speed, raising clouds of dust, twigs, and dry grass. The boys held their breath as tho monster swept by them, without slackening speed con to cross tho long bridge-" over tho creek and tho trestle work beyond. And then followed a strango crashing sound, ns of earth and rocks rolling down hill; but soon all was still again. "Whero are you going now?" asked Ben, as Johnny and Ned suddenly jumped up, moved by the same impulse. " J'o see how tho track will do for our "bikes," answered Johnny, as thoy trundled their machines toward tho rail way. Bob had his mouth wide opon to sug gest that all the Club should follow, when a startled call from Johnny, o.chood by ono from Ned, caused them to rush down to whero tho two boys woro. Thoir fnecs turned as palo as wero Johnny's and Ned's, when, in answer to thoir " What's the matter?" Ned pointed to a dark heap across tho track, close to tho bridge. A moment's glaiico showed them that ono of tie great rocks from tho hill, no doubt .shaken loo-o by the train which had just thundered past, had rolled down upon tho track, carry ing with it a mans of dirt nnd gravol. The rook was so largo that tho boya could not move It, although thoy at onco tried their best. V'lt's of no uwi" said. Joe, as thay gnu up, cutting. " Wo Jnust do aonMhJng? it's timo tho down-express wna horo, now," cried Davie. "Wo must signal them in somo way. If wo only had a lnntornl" cried Frank, breathlessly. "There's no timo tolosol" cried Bob. " Ilnyl" and with tho word Bon and Ned woro oil', and, beforo tho others could think what they meant, thoy wero back with thoir arms full of dry hay, from a littlo shed thoy had remembered seeinrr a short distanco up tho hill. "Wo had bettor go boyond tho fallen rock, and thou, when wo set tho train coming, wo' 11 sot firo to tho hay," said Joe, as they hurriedly divided tho hay into sovoral small bundles. The)' had just started up the track, when there emtio a sound which mado them stop. It was a faint whistle, far away around tho curve. " i'lio train is coming now and, bo sides, our light won't bo seen from around tho bend!" cried Ned, as tho boys stooil staring blankly at ono an other, for at last thoy fully realized tho danger. "Somo of us must cros3 tho bridge nnd signal thorn from tho other sido of tho river," said Joo. "Tho ties are cut from somo places, and wo should havo to jump tho gaps. Men wero setting blocks under tho rails when I came past there this evening; thoy woro then going to leave tho gaps, and replace tho ties to-morrow," said Johniry. " Thoro won't bo time to climb down and up tho banks, and cross on tho littlo foot-bridgo, nor to swing across tho gaps by holding to tho rails," said Bob, his voice shaking as he talked. "Thoro wero boards laid lengthwise across. I'll go over on thorn, cried .Johnny, remembering that he had seen men wheel gravel, from tho hill on tho other side, along tho wholo length of the bridge, on a narrow path made of two boards; and ho determined to cross by it, mounted on his wheel; thoro was not timo for running. "Got out all your handkerchiefs, tio 'em together, and put them in this pocket. Give me somo matches, Davio here, in my mouth. Huny! hurry!" he went on, iiis fingers trembling as ho looped his own handkerchief around a bundle of hay, so as to carry it on his arm and lcavo both hands free. "You mustn't go!" "You '11 bo killed!" "You can't cross on 'cm!" thoy cried, trying to dissuade him while 3'ot thoy went on doing as ho told them. It was a perilous undertaking; but the need was urgent not a second was to bo lost! As Johnny reached tho bridge, he felt liko giving up; but tho thought of what would happen if ho should not go, gave him fresh courage. "Tell 'cm at homo that I tried to do tho best I could, if " ho shouted, but a choke in his voice would not let him finish. And ho was off. Tho loose boards rattled and shook as tho wheels spun over them, and where tho ties wore out thoy seemed to bond beneath tho weight. Johnny could hear tho sound of tho water far bolow him, but ho did not daro to look down. When ho was half way over, ho could hear tho roar of tho train as it echoed back from tho hills, and ho was almost afraid too look toward tho turn of tho track, for fear ho should seo tho head light of tho ongino gloaming around tho curve. If ho could only got over in timo! Fnster and faster spun tho wheels, and faster and faster boat Johnny's heart, as ho reached the ond of tho trestle-work, and turned tho bond. Tho head-light of tho coming train shone bright and clear up tho track. " Oh, why do thoy go so fast?" said Johnny to 'himself, "as ho stopped, and leaped from his bicycle to light his sig nal. Ho crouched down beside tho track and struck a match against tho rail; but his hand shook so that tho head of tho match How oil". Tho next ono burned, and ho sheltered the llamo between his hands until tho hay and handkerchiefs woro in a bla.o. It Hocmed a long tiifie to Johnny, but it really was only a moment until ho was up and away again, on a run along the track, waving tho naming bundle back and forth. " Thoy must seo it! Yes, thoy aro whistling. Thoy' 11 surely stop, now!" cried Johnny, half aloud, still waving tho fiery signal. Tho llamcs blow ngainst his hand, but ho was too excited to mind tho heat. The glaring oyo of tho ongino grow brighter and-urightor. But not until tho train was close enough for him to see tho anxious face of tho engineer looking out from his window, did tho bravo boy jump from tho track. "They're stopping," was the last thing ho thought, for ho hoard thorn whistle "down brakes," as ho jumped oll'tho track; ami ho know nothing moro until some men raised him in thoir arms nnd asked him if he was hurt. - Then ho opened his eyes to find his head on some one's shoulder, and a crowd of strango faces around him. "Hero, littlo chap, what did you stop us for?" asked nn important man in blue uniform and brass buttons, coming up to the group around Johnny. "Hock's tumbled down just across tho bridge," answered Johnny, wondering why lie felt so tired and weak. "Whoro is my mnchino?" ho added, trying to look around Tho conductor looked puzzled. " Ileckon tills is it," answered tho en gineer, coming tip with tho bicycle and standing it against a tree. " Well, 1rs a plucky chap, 6tiro's I'm n-livin'f an' I can tell you somo of us came pretty near gotthr dlshod," went on the engineer, who had boon taking a view of the situation, and had learned from the other Whirllglggors what a narrow escape tho train had had; for tho boys had run swiftly across on tho foot-bridgo. and h.ad now roaohed tho senno, out of breath from their rapid climb up the steep bank. " If it hadn't been for hiwi, wo' J nil 'a' beon down thoro," finished tho en gineer, with an expressive wave of his sooty hand toward tho crook, nnd a nod to the crowd of passengers. Johnny did not hoar tho words of ex planation nnd praise which followod, for when tho conductor tried to help him to his feet, ho fainted away again. "Lot mo seo I nm a doctor. Ho has had a rough tumhlo, and I am afraid ho has broken somo bones," said a passenger, stopping forth from tho crowd. Tho doctor was right; for Johnny's anklo was badly sprained, and ono arm had been broken by striking ngainst a stump as ho foil. But Johnny know nothing moro of what wont on around him, until ho oponcd his eyos again in Ids own room, in his own bed. Tho first thing ho saw wna his mother's faco bonding over him, and tho first thingihp hoard was old Dr. Clark's voico saying: "He'll do now." " I know wo oughtn't to havo gono without asking loavo," said Johnny, at tho ond of a confidential talk with his mothor, a fow days later, when ho was beginning to fool hotter. " I'll never go again, that way, hut I'm glad I va& thoro then." "I'm not afraid of my boy broaklng his promiso," Baldwins mothor, "but proud as wo aro of your courage, thoro aro two kinds of bra very, Johnny, anil it may bo harder for you to keep yout promiso than it was to cross tho bridge." "I don't know," said Johnnv, slink ing his head, doubtfully. " I was badly scared, and my hoart just thumped till tho timo I was troing over. It's a trood thing I practiced so much nt tho gym nasium, and walking beams and things, or I could not havo done it," added Johnny, hoping to roconcilo his mother to tho ruinous wear and tear his clothes suffered from athletio performances. It was weeks before Johnny was able to bo out again; for the anklo got well slowly, ami for a timo he had to use a crutcli, oven after his arm was well enough for him to leave oll'tho sling. Tho members of tho Club were faith ful in thoir visits, and came every day to see him, as soon as lie was able to havo company, Thoy brought him all tho school news, and did everything thoy could think of to make tho time pass moro quickly. Ono day, about two weeks after thoii avontful ride, a box camo by express, marked "John R. Ellis." When it was opened, thoro appeared a great roll ol pink cotton, and nestled snugly in this was a solid silver cup, quaintly shaped and daintily engraven; but what gavo it its greatest value was tho inscription on tho plain oval front: "A testimonial to John R. Ellis, from tho passengers who owo thoir lives to his uravcry." St. Nicholas. Near the Crater of Vesuvius. Arriving at the edgo of tho 1872 era tor from tho wost, one crosses tho crn tor plain and arrives at a low, somi-cir-cular ridgo, with an average height ol about twenty feet. Asconding this rim like heap of scoria, ono observes occu pying its irregular bottom fuma-roles and yellow patches of decomposing lava. Tho comploto crater of July is formed of this ridge, together with tho southern portion of tho formor cono of eruption. Within this space roso another cono ol eruption, whoso coutor was occupied by tho main vont. On this occasion it was possible to approach within a fow yards of tho groat mouth, from which issued the column of vapor and momentary puffs of lluid lava fragments. Thus it will lie seen that thoro aro at present three conos and craters, ono within the other. This, however, was not tho most interesting point. In the lava of tho great plain we discovered a largo cono or lava tunnel about eight feet high, twenty or thirty feet long and fifteen feet broad, but with a general slope downward. Tho roof was composed ol lava about eight months old, but much decomposed. Tho wholo cavo presented ono glistening' forest of stalactites; sonic three hundred about woro counted; also stalagmites. Most of those wero from two to three feot long, and a fow twice that length; many, however, with a uniform dinmotor of less than an inch throughout, and tubular, divided by sep ta, reminding one of an Ortliocoras in structure. The colors most various and beautiful; bird's-egg blue, aqua-marine, salmon, white, yellow nnd reddish brown, and many variegthted in thoso colors. Tho effect was, tJio eyes quit ting tho rugged and fierce scones around seemed to rest on somo fairy cavo. On attempting to approach the ontranco the gust of hot air redolent with hydrochlo ric acid vapor almost prevented ono from making an attempt at an entrance. However, these beautiful and interest ing prizes determined mo to make an endeavor. Noso nnd mouth mufiled, nnd having placed my friends on each sido of the ontranco wi1h a strap, I mado a dive down somo stops. Tho ef fort was at first almost suffocation, stinging of tho conjunctiva, and a pro fuse porspiration. To grab a fow of thoso stalactites near at liand and re turn with them was tho work of a min ute, then the hearty pull up by my friends, a lit of coughing, and a littlo frosh air restored mo. This was re pented eight times, during which I was able to obtain all tho bent specimens, somo thirty examples, and roach tho extremity of the cavity. Thoso prizes woro carried carefully to Naples, whoro they have boon placed under glass in a dry atmosphore, sincu thoy were highly dollqtioscont. A qiinlitstlvo nimlysbi gives the chief component as chlorides of potassium, iron, manganese, sul phates of soda, potash, iron and copper. Nature. A lottor addressed "gin o shed, mastusit," mailed in Champlain, N. Y., win forwarded by a sharp wilted clerk to Indian Orchard, Mass., and found it owner, Tho IUno Jay. Beforo tho year 1870, or noar that dato, a bluo jay was raroly soon oxcopt. In tho woods, and his volco was ono of tho sounds which, from my boyhood, I had associated with solitude. But tho jay, though not a gamo bird, was al ways rogardod as a prizo by that ubiqui tous individual, "tho boy with a gun." Ho was prized for his raro beauty of plumage and bocnuso ho was a conspic uous object for tho boy's aim. Tho jays woro hunted and persecuted during all soasnns of tho year; and, being wary and intelligent birds, they soon discov ered that thoy should find security in tho sniburbs of our cities, among tho trees that shade our pleasure grounds, than in tho wlldwood. Thoy learned that "tho boy with a gun" was not wholly ubiquitous; and Though numerous in tho woods, ho was very scarce in tho villages and suburbs. Tho jays saw tholr opportunity to escape harassment from human beings by coming and living among thorn. Tho jay Is now fairly domiciliated in tho groves around our churchos and school-houses, whoro, If ho chooses, ho may learn somo lessons which ho sadly needs of justice and Immunity. His harsh, unmusical note is one of tho fa miliar sounds about our homes, no longer reminding us of doop woods and solitary foils, or, llko tho volco of tho woodpecker, of former winter families; nnd 1 will confess that this ohango has caused mo some regret. Sounds that are associated in our minds with tho solitudes of naturo derive a peculiar charm from thoir alliance with those scenes. They become tho reminders of pleasant occasions, when wo havo ram bled alono in tho woods for study or re creation, or with comrades on somo lively excursion. Sounds though un musical, liko the scream of the jay, may, by their association with tho charming scenery of rude naturo, beoftine music to ourenrs, as an old stonewall covered with gray Heltons has a beauty in our sight .surpassing that of tho most luxu riant hedgerow. If the jay should over dio, tho death of so distinguished a poison would de mand a public eulogy. I should prefer, however, not to bo selected to pronounco it, if I wore to survive him, for ho has but fow laudable traits of character. A greater rascal is not to bo found among tramps or politicians. Ho is admired for tho beauty of his plumage, his lord ly demeanor, his courage and sagacity, and Iiis lively manners. Liko Balaam's ass, lie has been known to speak, and, according to Mark Twain, ho is always perfect in his grammar. 1 am not suro but his extreme audacity lias gained him somo admiration, as wo aro prone to ail mire impudence in a follow man when ho carries it to a point of sublimity. "All jays," says Dr. Cones, "make thoir sharo of nofso in tho world. Thoy fret and scold about trifles, quarrel ovojr anything, and keep everything iti a fer ment when thoy aro about." " Tho jay is a stranger to modesty and forbear ance and tho ninny gentle qualities that charm us in some little birds and en dear thorn to us. Ho is a regular fili buster, ready for any sort of adventure that promises sport or spoil, ovon ii spiced with danger. Sometimes ho prowls about alone, but often has a band of chosen spirits with him, who keep each other in countenance and sharo tho plunder on tho usual terms in such casos, each ono taking all ho can got." Tho jay is not romnrknblo for his musical powers. I. cannot join in tho praise bestowed upon him by Mr. Gen try, who says "tho song of tlie bluo jay exhibits a variety, beauty and harmony which aro truly creditable." Neither havo I had opportunity to witness his powers of 'mimicry. I lis displays of them must lie rare, amounting to an oc casional freak. Of the sounds uttered by tho jay only two are commonly heard. One his usual scream, the oth er a moro subdued sound, somewhat like the tinkle of a small bell. As Dr. Cones says of an allied species, " he talks tojiimsclf in a qticor way, as if thinking aloud and chuckling over some comicar notions of his own." This is seldom witnessed, however; it is only bj' patiently watching tho jay in his na tive woods that we can find a chance to hour any of this "absurd talk," as Dr. Cou os humorously terms it. There are oilier birds who aro addicted to a similar habit of soliloquizing, as l have frequent ly observed of tho littlo chickadee. Wilson Flagg, in Boston Transcript. Desperate Suicidal Attempt. Colonel Ilolman Watts is an Austin gentleman of a desponding turn of mind, who is always threatening to com mit suicido, when tilings do not suit him, but who has novor succeeded in doing so. He became depressed a few days ago, because his hat How oil' when ho sneezed, and, desiring to put an end to llfo, ho started as usual for the cistern to drown himself with suicidal intent. " Tako off those boots first," said his wife, who is a matter-of-fact kind of a woman. " What forP" ho asked, feebly, pull ing opon tho trap door. " Bocauso tho water will harden tho boots, and noxt timo you go down to tho lodge in them, when you como homo you will complain of your corns hurting you," replied Mrs. Ilolman Watts, re suming her work on tho sowing ma ehino. Ilolman shut tho trap-door with such violonco that neighbors a quarter of a milo off thought it was tho blasting of rock over at tiio found-Hion at tho now Capitol at tho head of Austin avenue Texas Sitings. Thoro lias beon a rlso in the prlco of copper in England, which is partly duo to tho belief tiiat tho extensive use of olectrii'lty will greatly increase Ih" demand for that motal. How tho irlinAsslii8 Probably Escaped. I am not groatly surprised at tho Dub lin murderers not having beon discover ed. Tho original fault was unquestion ably in the police allowing Lord Fred erick and Air. Burko to walk through tho park without any precautions being taken for their safety. This mistake being made, and the idea of driving up to thorn iu a fast car having occurred to tlie murderers, tho rest was easy. Let us suppose that the murder was planned by six men. Their first object would he to find a car and a car driver. This driver thoy would have to tako into their secret. Two men would bo sot to watch tho victims, and the four would mount the car. Tlie murdor be ing effected, the car would Ito drlvon back by a circuitous route into town. The men would get out of it, go sever ally to their lodgings, and burn any portions of their clothes which might, bo stained with blood. Then thoy would either remain in Dublin, and do pre cisely what thoy would have done liad they not committed tho crime, or thoy would slip out of tho country ono by ono on somo of the numerous vessels bourn! for America, it is evident, therefore, that witli ordinary prudence thoy might render it impossible for tho police to obtain any oiuo either to their Identity or to thoir whereabouts. Murderers aro almost always .Jound out owing to some fault in their plan ning, or to somo accidental circum stance iu their preparation. Either a weapon Is dropped, or a chance word Is hoard; or blood is seen by some ono on tho clothes of ono of tho perpetrators, or tho previous relation of tlie murderer with his victim becomes a clow. To fol low up a thread is easy, but where, as in this caso, the murderers have been evidently most cautious, there is no thread to follow up. London Truth. - - ' A" fill Discntiraiii);. Thoro aro somo peoplo who eat money. Thoy novor sit down to enjoy a meal of victuals in a rational, sensible sort of way, that encourages digestion and promotes the health. Not at all. Tho Closolisls bulqng to tills class of people. "How much did tills steak cost?" says tho head of tiio family. "Twenty-eight cents a pound. Doar mo. It does taste awful strong of monoy." "And tho buttorP" "Now, 1 don't seo how wo can afford to oat bultor much longer. It's forty conts a pound for poor quality. What poor folks like us aro coming to don't know. Wo can't get a now Brussels carpet for our parlor this year nnd and well it's awful dis- cournging." "I wonder how much spring laihlrte now. "Twas sixty cents tho other day- "Goodness gracious! Woll, wo could livo on dandelion greens only our Johnny wants ton oonta for picking them." And so it goes, each meal of tho day. Amid the comforts and luxuries of modern civilization these people oat money. In thoso days of silver dollars and Hubsidary coin we should think it would set hard on their stomachs. Wo hope it docs. New Haven Register. It Docs and It Don't. On tho farm it pays to bo honest in all things. It pays 'to be at pence witli all of your neighbors. It pays to in dulge in practical thinking. It pays to always havo a littlo of something of tho best class to take to market to exchange for farm and house supplies. It pays to improve the quality of all classes of stock. It pays to do all tho work on tho farm in timo and systematically. It pays to havo a good credit for selling the host of all the products of the farm. It pays to make homo cheerful and tho wife and children happy. It don't pay to be always grumbling nnd growling about your neighbors. It don't pay to Keep poor farm implements. It don't pay to employ ignorant nnd willful farm hnnds. It don't pay to .spend nil tho day in town and then scold the boys in the evening for doing no moro work. It don't pay to keep poor stock . It don't pay a farmer to run for an olllco that ho is not qualified to fill. It don't pay farmers to goon tho bonds of town ollieo holders. It don't pay to bo stingy and penurious, nor loose and extravagant. Iowa State Register. Prove Your Swcols. J. M. Chapman, of Chicago, says tho following is a suro tost of the pres ence of sulphuric acid iu sugar and mo lasses: Buy at any drugstore five cents' worth of muriate hartta, and dissolve it in say an ounce bottle of water. Dissolve in another bottle of water the sugar sam ple, and when it is settled and clear pour into it a half teaspoonful of tho baryta. If it becomos milky and cloudy, it is safe to say tiio sugar contains sul phuric acid. If it remains clear it has nono. Keep your baryta bottle and try every lot of sirup, molasses and honey in tho same way. Sulphuric acid (oil of vitriol'), liko arsenic, is often good as a medicine, but when taken daily for years as food, in ovor so diluted a form, who will havo tho presumption to say that it is not a most dangerous and destructive poison? "Hi! Hullo! Stop thoro," shouted Sozzlo, as iio ran along tho sidewalk wildly gesticulating at a. loadydJIurdio. " That Hordio is full, sir," . safilfnW standor. " Wa' of it." said thTold gen- " tloman, sustaining himself with groat dignity anil a lamp-post; "sho'm J" lioston Comvioraiul-lIulUtin. Terra-cot ta sliados urn still i tlG nscouduuL