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About Nebraska advertiser. (Brownville, Nemaha County, N.T. [Neb.]) 1856-1882 | View Entire Issue (Aug. 31, 1882)
yedrnstiU' tlvtritecr, . I 0. W. rAIRDROTHER & 00 Proprietor. AUBURN 'CTlT NEBRASKA. THE FARMER'S WIFE. Blrd-lllco, sho'sup at day-dawn's blush, In summer hoiits or'vrintor anow.s; Her veins with hoalthfiil blood atlusb, Her brcnth of biUm, hor uhock u roso; In oyca thu kindliest oyoa on earth Arc sparkles of n homoly mirth; Demure, nrch humor Is ambushed In Tho clear curves other dimpled chin Aht guileless1 croiituro, halo and Rood, Ahl fount of whnloeomo vomanhood, , Far from the world's unhallowed strlfo, dod'a blessing on tho Farmer's Wlfol 1 lovo to mark her matron charms, Herfenrless stops through household ways, Her sunburnt hands nud buxom arms, Hor waist, uti oound by torturing Htays; Itllthon4aboc with busy caro, Sho's horo. she's there, sho'H ovorywhoro; Look ore the clock has struck for noon Homo chonle of toll aro all In tune, And from each richly bountomn hour She drains Its use, as bees ivllowcr. Apart from I K'lon's pain and atrlfo, l'eacc gently frlrds tho i'arjnor's Wife Homeward (his dally labors done) , '" Tho stalwart farmer slowly plods, .. From battling', between shade and sun, With sullen Klebo and stubborn sods; Her welcome on his spirit bowed Is sunshine tlasliliiKon a cloud I i All vanUholls tho brief ccllpsol h - Hark o the sound of wodded lips, And word of tender warmth that start From out tho husband's grateful heart! O, well ho knows how vain his llfo, 1' Unsweetened by tho Farmer's Wire! But lo! the height of puro dcllKht Comes with tho evening's stainless Joys, When by tho hearthstone spaces bright Ulead the Kind tones of clrls and boys; Their voices rise In gleeful swolls, Tholr luufrhter rliifrs like eltln bells, Till with a look 'twl.xt smllo and frown Tho mother lays her Infant down, And at her tlrm, uplifted hand, There's silence 'mid tho Jovial bnnd Her signal stills tholr harmless strife Lovo crown's with law tho Farmer s Wlfo! Ye dames In proud palatial halls Of lavish wiles and Joweled dress. On whom, perchanco, no infant calls (For barren oft your loveliness) Turn hlthertvard tlioso languid eyes, And for a moment's space bo wise; Your sister 'mid tho country dew Is three times ncaror Heaven than you, And where tho plains of Kden stir. Hream not that ye shall stand by her, Tho' in your false, bewildering life, Your folly scorned tho Farmor's Wlfo. Paul Ham Hon iaine. m m MRS. YOUNG'S SACRIFICE. The autumn winds had begun to blow chilly; the dahlias and nstcrs thoso llowors of a departing season turned their hardy faces full toward the chill air, and refused to believe that summer was, indeed, quite over, and winter near nt hand. ,, Mrs. Young sat in her tidy .kitchen, with hor work for once lying idly on her knee, lk'r lingers, which still held tho needle, were pushing it, absently, in and out the folds of her large, white apron, while her eyes stared vacantly out at the dahlias and asters, without noticing that they wero there. Tho kitchen was a model of perfect cleanliness and good order. From tho iijeat rag-carpet that covered tho floor to tho simple whito curtains, with their dainty edgingof homo knitting, every thing spoke of busy hands and simple domestic taste. Mrs. Young herself was in keeping with the room. A smooth-faced, brown haired, placid-browed woman, in whose whole aspect was written tho story of an honest, pure, helpful life; but to-day a cloud rested upon tho clear whito forehead, a droop was notieeablo about the quiet mouth, and tho calm brown eyes had red and swollen lids, which told plainly of A mind disturbed. " It's too bad!" she said aloud, ad dressing the Haunting llowers; " I don't know how 1 can rofuso, but I don't think it's just, 'and I novor. shall! 1 have worked hard, and havo .done t my very best, land, its no more than right tliat I should enjoy tho fruit of my labors after all these years!"' and "Mrs. Young glanced with pardonable prido at her snug, cosy kitchen, and on through-tho half-open door into the bejjt rojjfn, with its hair-cloth sofa and rOsiwood.tsjMo tho pride of her heart! "Mother Young never liked mo, never!" sho continued, stiU nloud. "When we wero first nmrrjedl and John brought me home, sho' was novor tired of laughing at every littlo blundor, and tolling John that I was about tho dumbest hand at housekeeping sho had ever seen, and seemed to 'caro for nothing but to fix up! "Of course I was awkward, for I novor did anything but teach boforo 1 was married: but she might havo told mo how to do bettor, instead of laugh ing at mo. And when Georgio was a baby, why, -1 believe sho fairly hated mo because I woultl put littlo whito dresses on him instead of tho horrid rod calico ones blic usod to dress hor boys in; 1 couldn't help it! Goodness knows, I worked hard enough to mako them and keep thorn all cleansbut I would have worked hrirdor still, boforo I would lot my doar littlo baby look like such a fright! "Idon'tyseo hqw?.I can bojoxpoctod to lovo her very much, even if sho is John's nioljior! And )q, think , of hor coming hero to make it her fiomo! I can't bear it1. I can't! I can't!! Tears filled (ho brown eyes once moro, and would, perchanco nave boon but tho lirrst drops of a heavy shower, had not a sharp click of tho garden gate caused her to look hastily out ami as hastily dry hor eyes. "Dear mo!" sho saidj folding hor work no neatly, and sticking tho noedlo carefully on tho red flannel tomato cush ion, and winding tho thread securely around it, placing the whole in tho ca pacious work-basket, thoro aro Goor gio and Jimmio homo from school al ready! John will bo coming in from tho mill soon, and tea won't bo ready if I don't hurry." So Mrs. Young' donned a clean cheeked apron and lighting a firo in tho cook stovo, that .shone like a black dia mond, bogan to bustle around prepar ing tea. George and Jimmio had not entered tho houso whon thoy camo from school, but-had gone around tho houso and directly to tho mill, vhoyo their father, was xat work. 'Tea was nearly ready when father and sons'' entered to gether. "Well, mother, -how goes it?" was Georg'lo's salutation;' while Jimmlo's first question ,was "Isn't toa 'most rcadv?" 1 ucntiy uoysi" ronionstrarcti mo father, smilingly; "Julio, you will havo to shiit these boys nip' unless they keep still: they mako moro noise fhati the mill," and Mr. Young hurried into' tho wnshrooni to batho his hanUsomo, honest 'faco and brawny hand, and brush tho luxurious crop of hairwhich time had bogqu to sprinkle with silvor, but'not to rob of its richness and curl. Ton minutes later, and tho family was seated around tho cosy "table, par taking, with the good appetites of por feot health, of tho light, whito broad, tho firm cool butter, slices of ham, home-made cake, and wholesome canned fruit. "It seems. to mo, Julie, your bread grows bettor' and bettor," said Mr. Young, helping rhimsolf for tho third time.' ""And Booms to vie, mother, theso plums are" tho very jbost plums in tho wholo world," said'tJim, with his mouth full. " It's mi) opinion," remarked Gcorgp, 'that mother does everything just right!" whereupon Mr. Young and Jim nodded, in porfoct concurrence with that opinion. Mrs. Young's faco flushed with pleas ure, and tho rebellious thoughts that had been hor guests all day retreated into the background; for whero is tho really good woman who can listen to merited praiso from husband and chil dren without having strength ronowod to fight tho battle of life. Tea over, Mr. Young and tho boys wont out to seo to , tho horso and cow, and Mrs. Young busied horsolf clearing tho table, and putting cups, plates, knives and forks, back In their places onco moro. " l'oor old John!" sho thought, "ho looks worried and tired; I supposo ho fools anxious about his mother. Well, after, all, sho is liis, mother, and I ought to bo willing to do what I can for him; for John is all the, boy she has, and even if sho is a littlo quoor and trying, I guess I can get along for John's sako. What if I had but one boy, and some woman should come betwoon him and mo, and rofuso in my old ago to givo mo a chair in tho chimncy-cornor how should I fool? I do hato to havo my homo changed, and its peace disturbed; but it seems to bo my duty so I shall do it." When John and the boys camo in from tho barn, tho lamp was lightod, and tho table with its bright reel cloth looked inviting, and so did Mrs. Young's eheorful face; and tho magazine was read aloud, while "mother's" busy lingers How rapidly, and tho homoly usoful stocking grow as tho evening waned. " After tho boys had bidden their pa rents good-night, mid gone lumbering noisily" up stairs, Mr, and Airs. .Young sat for some time silent." Mr. Young wa-. buried in thought, and Mrs. Young was watching him. At last sho' spoke: "John," softly, "I think you had best bring mother right away I'm willing!" John turned quickly and looked at his wife keenly. " Why, Julie, what has turned your tunoP I thought you didn't want mother hero." " Well, 1 didn't, John; but I've boon thinking tho matter over, and it seems to bo my duty, jjnd so don't let us talk about it any more." "It will bo a hard winter, Julie," said her husband. ' ,"1 shall 'bo moro than usually 'llard up.' What with paying for tho now saw and bolting, I sha'n't have much money to spare. Mother never did treat ypu right, I must own, rfnd sho is a littlotrying still; so think well of itr, little woman. If it's going to mako you unhappy to havo hor lierc, why she will have to go and board with Uncle John on tho farm; I can't ail'ord to havo your home destroyed, oven for mother." " I havo thought it all ovor, John, and wo will do our host; so just go ovor to C to-morrow' and bring her homo." It vas a sacrifice. Every one who know how unhappy Julio's early mar ried life had been, knew it was. John know it, at least, and fully appreciated his wife's sterling sonso of honor. A big lump arose iu his throat as ho looked fondly at her, and remembered hor trials iu days gone by; and a suspicious moisturo dimmed the brightness of his kind, dark eye, as ho stooped and kissed hor, without a word. But sho understood. Oh yes, she un derstood, and a littlo bird began to sing in hor honest heart'and tho 'voice of complaint was silent and ashamed. The next day John drove over to C , and at noontime returned with his mother, a woman large and stout, but prematurely helpless from a stroko of paralysis, which rendered hor move ments somewhat slow and labored. 1 havo heard it .somewhere stated that stout peoplo arO ijsually amiable, and only the thin and small aro sour of vis age and fretful of tomper. Ho that as it may, Mrs. Young was certainly stout, and just as certainly owned a peevish and dissatisfied expression, which injio wiso belied her disposition. Husband and children had felt the' full discom fort of her words; and Julio, being a law ful and logitimaio victim, had boon made' to smart keouly. Hut that was all over long ago. Mrs. Julio went to tho door, anil met hor inothor-in-law as kindly and cour teously as though they had always boon tho warmest and most harmonious of friends. "Come right in horo, moth er," sho silid, opening thg door of tho sitting-room. "I was, afraid you inhrht -. 7 - r . , . ... . i. bo a littlo cold: 'tho "days aro getting chilly, so I had this firo built. Coma nud sit down in this comfortable chair, and I will tako your things up stairs." " Goodness, Julia," said tho old lady, sharply, "don't mako such a baby of mo; I'm not qulto a child. U'b not cold at all; 1 should roast boforo that lire. Whero aro you golug to put mo? I'll go to my room and put my own things away." "Oh, if you prefer to go up stairs, como, and I will show you," and with no outward show of disploasuro Julio took a shawl ovor her arm, a satchel in hor hand, and led tho way. "Wo fixed tip this room for you becauso it was sunny," she said, cheerfully, placing tho shawl ovor a chair, and setting tho satchol on thu tablo. " I thought, and so did John, that you would liko this best, because it is so much warmor. and looks out on tho mill, Wlioro you can sou John almost every day. Can I holp youP" sho added. " No, thank you; but you may sond John to opon my trunks." So Julio withdrew, a littlo disappointed at tho result of hur lirst oll'orts, but in no wiso discouraged; for John gavo hor such a smile as ho wont, whistling up to unstrap tho trunks, that fifty mothers-in-law with fifty bad tempers apieco, could not havo prevailed against it. Tho days and weeks passed on. Winter came, with its fioreo winds and drifting snow. Tho cold was inteuso. Old Mrs. Young scorned to fool tho soverity of tiio weather keenly, and to grow moro fccblo and helpless; the stairs wero hard to get up and down, and tho hall was cold and gavo her a chill, coming from hor .warm room. Somo days sho was too unwell to ven turo down stairs at all, and on such oc casions tho whole family was mndo to feel tho full woight of hor atlllctions. In vain did Julio cook tempting dishes, and servo thorn in person, mounted upon her best "waiter," and covered with tho whitest and daintiest of napkins; tho old lady was lonely nnil cross, and refused to seo tin real good ness that prompted tho kind deeds. If tho sharpness of her tongue was some what blunted by timo and tan ills that llosh is heir to, tho peevish pistfghtioss of hor disposition had in no wise "improved, and Julio's best oll'orts wero scantily crowned with success. Indeed, so un kind wero tho Criticisms wuotimos made, and so ungracious tlfo 'ileption of tho most painstaking attentions, that poor Julio's eyes were often red with tho little "weeps" she wept; but sho kept up good heart for John's sake, and shut hor lips tightly that no rebellious word might cscapo, and kept on trying and trying, thus kooping a purposo steady and dw boforo her, and driving out tho littlo devils of rogrot that spring up, and follow unguarded stops to tor ment furthor on. "I will do my host to mako mother comfortable" sho would say. 'I said I would, and I will not givo it up.'J Ono cold night, after tbfir boys had fjone to bod, Julio sat for somo time, tor chin resting on tho palm of hor hand, hor olbow on tho table, and her eyes fixed, on vncancy. At last sho spoko: "John! I'vo boon thinking about moving mothor down stairs; what do you think? It's hard for hor to get up and down stairs, and sho docs not liko to bo loft alono much; sho likes to know what is going on." "Goodness! Julio! Down stairs! Why, whore would you put horP" John was so much astonished that ho spoko iu short gasps. "I thought I would fix up tho par lor for a family.'- sitting-room, and givo mother Iho bod-room oil it tho room is quite large, and sho could bo alone, or with tho rest of us, as sho pleased." " But tho parlor is tho prido of your heart, Julio!" remonstrated John, still too much astonished to say much. Mrs. Young sighed, softly. "Yes, I do liko to havo my parlor nice, of course; but after all it does mo but littlo good, for coal is so high, I can't afford to have it warm all the time, and so whon any body comos, thoy have to como into tho sitting-room any way. and so I thought," with just a lfttlo quiver in the clear voice, "that wo might savo one firo by bringing mothor down, and mako hor much moro comfortable." And so tho matter was sottled, and tho very next day tho plan was put into operation. Tho parlor carpet, tho only Brussels tho houso afi'orded, was taken up anil packed tendorly away, and a bran new rag ono was brought forth from tho store-room, whore it had boon placed to await spring and the nico, clean sitting room, and placed on tho floor. Tho best tablo was covered in an old bod quilt and carried tenderly to tho garrot, and a moro substantial and usefuTuiem bor of tho same family was brought into sorvico. Things wero changed and ar ranged, till at last almost everything was ready. Then grandmother was enticed into tho kiichon under some pretext, and hor pet chair, bed, buroau and gonoral belongings wero transposed and fitted into now places. Georgo lighted a firo in tho big solf feoding slovo, and Jim reappoaredfrom tho null with a littlo bench, which ho had covered with some pieces of carpot for grandma's feet. mien tho room was warm and every thing looked just as cosy and comforta ble as nossiblo. old Mrs. Yountr was .v brought in to inspect tho room having boon kept in profound ignorance of what was going on "Well. I do say," was hor first ox- clamation,, ',' you might havo waited till I was dead and gone boforo you took my ohair away from mo, Julia Young, or at least havo asked for it, instoud of snapping it out of my room when my back was tiuwd," " Why, mothor, you tlonH understand; thin, is to bo our sitting-room, and see here! this is your bod-room," opening tho door and disclosing tho nont, cheer ful room, with its inviting-looking bod, " You aro to sit hqro in your own easy ohnir whenovor you llknwind when you are tired you can go iii"horo, anil bo quiet and by yoursoff. It will be ntcd and warm, "for I havo had the pipo put through so you might bo moro comfort able." For a moment tho old lady was speuohloss. Tho Immensity of tho sac-' rlflco appealed to hor homoly, wifely thrift as fow things could have done. The tears stood iu hor sharp eyes as sho held out her hand to hor daughter. "Julia," sho faltered, "you aro a good girl, and that's a fact, and I'm a cross old woman; but I'll try and not both er you moro than. 1 can holp. You havo given ui) your best room for mo, and I shan't forgot it, for it's moro than I would havo dono when I was youngor human crtalure." This was u wonderful concession, and Julia was mor,o than repaid; for had she not, after all those years, at last found tho way to that heart which slio had so long stnvon to soften and comfort? It was a nloasnttt nvnnlmr. ftvnrv. body Was happy. John looked at hit wifo's smiling faco, and smiled, too, ami then to his mother, sitting in tho cosy cornor, looKing moro poaeoiui ami con tent than ho had seen her for years; and a fooling of thankfulness, that was liko a prayer, went up from his heart, nnd overy trace of caro smoothed itself oil his faco, and hopo, and trust, and lovo, shone there instead. It was not long before tho neighbors heard of tho " quoor doings" up at " tho Youngs," and so aftor a week, frionds began to drop in to son nbout it; for that a woman should actually givo up hor parldr, and tako to living in the lest room, was almost boyond belief, and re quired the cvldonco of ono's own oyos. Ono ovoning, just aftor tho bright student's lamp had boon lighted, and John had begun to read the weekly pa per aloud, while his mother knit, and his wife busied herself with somo fancy work, thcro camo a double knock at tho door, and Mr. nnd Mrs. Tucker camo hi. "How do you do! Miss Young," said tho caller, shaking hands, first with ono lady then with tho other, "I hoard you wore moved in your front room; but lorl I just thought, liko as not, 'twasn't so; you can't boliovo all you hoar, no way; but I seo it was so this time you do look awful nico! Jod," to hor hus band, "don't Miss Young look just kind er stylish horoP" "Well, yes," answered Jed, "I think sho docs, 'Twas so bright here," he continued, turning to his host, and frowning a littlo, as though ho felt it, his painful duty to remonstrate, "'twas so bright here, as wo come up, that wo didn't know, Sarah and mo didn't, but vpu had a party!" " Our lamp does give a nico light, but it is so much ploasantor; and as John likes to read, wo think it is hotter to havo a good lamp rathor than a bad ono," explained Julia. "What are you making?" inquired Mrs. Tucker, whoso sharp eyes had de tected tho work-basket, with its bright colors. "Only a littlo tablc-covor for moth er's Bible-stand," said Mrs. Young. " But don't you tlink that is a sinful wnsto of tlmoP" persisted Mrs. Tucker, with a pious raising of hor watory eyes. "Whoro are your boys?" inquired Airs. Young, not appearing to hoar tho question. Mr. Tucker's faco darkonod, and Mrs. Tucker's settled into a pucker of an noyance. "They're in tho stroot," said ho with somo warmth; "I don't know what I am going to do with thorn boys! I'vo trounced thom again and again, but it don't seem to do no good thoy Will run to ovory show in town Evory night as soon as they git their1 supper, they're oil' somewhere, instead of staying homo." "You asked mo about my work," Baid Julia, turning to Mrs. Tucker, gontly. "Lot mo show it to you seo, hero is a bird, horo a dog, anil horo is a bunch of cherries. Now lot mo toll you how wo manage. This piooo of olotli is apieco of my old ciicular cloak, and those things I am sowing on, Goorgo draws oil' on paper and Jim cuts them in llnnnol, ami 1 sow them on. You know, my Georgo' is quite an artist, and he designs, whilo Jim and I carry 'out his ideas. " Now horo aro theso cherries; Jim mio cut thorn out of a pieco of rod cloth I had, and Georgo drew tho leaves, and Jimmio cut them out of this pieco of greon cashmere that was loft of my dress. This is what wo .call a family table-cover, and wo all holp mako It oven John holps; his part is to find tho pieces out of tho scrap-basket, roady for .Jimmio's scissors. Ua I think it a sin ful wastoof timo? No, indued! 1 think it's tho nicest thing in tho world, for it keops tho boys homo and interested, and teaches thom to bo helpful at tho same timo." "Whero aro tho, boys? I've not scon thom," said Mrs. Tuukur, a littlo dashed. "They went over tp Mrs. Jfostor's fqr mo; thoy will bo back soojiT-hero thoy aro now!" she continued, as two pair of springing stops wore heard hurrying up tho walk,' and a moment later Georgo and Jimmio camo rushing in. "Oh, mamma! you don't know how jolly you look," said Goorgo, aftor shak ing hands with Mr. and Mrs. Tucker. "I'vo got a now idea, and as soon as wo got the table-cover dono, 1 want you to iix somo nico littlo things for somo book shelves, wjjl you? Jim and I will mako thom, and you sow tho fixings on, will ypu?" Mrs. Young nodded smilingly, as sho aroso and went into tho kitchen to bring in some apples, cakes and nuts, which she pluuqd temptingly On tho table, not .forgoUing to solectsomoof tho very best for grandma, oven boforo hor gucsti wero Bcrved. "You will try an apple, won't yon?" flho said to Mr. and Airs. Tuokor, who looked on with somo disapproval. , 'jTho boys wanted mo to go down to Bonnotl's, but I know you would havo something home, and I told t)u boys I wa' n't going to spoil my honvmour for nono of thom," said Georgo. "7don't8oc," said Jim, taking an enormous bito out of a 'Northern Spy,' "what boys want to run around tho streets for, nnd hang about tho hotel, when it's so awful nice at home. I guess tho other follows' mothers arou't quito ai'nico ns ours!" ' " ' Mr. Tucker heaved a depp sigh, and took a third app'o. "It's vory ploas ant," he saidi "but it costs money," "Thoro aro some things inouoy can't buy," quietly romarkod Airs. John. "What is that?" domandod Jim. "Good, honest boys!" answered tho riiothor, with a proud glanco. " A good, sonsiblo, loving mothor!" said a voice from grandma's ohair, "and' that's what Julie is, and no mistako!" Air, and Airs'. Tucker exchanged glances, for thoy had hoard that the old lady and Airs. John didn't got along vory well. After tho ovoning was ovor, and. Mr. nnd Airs. Tuokor woro plodding tholr Way homo, sho said: 'Med! it was awful pleasant thdro, wasn't ItP" And ho said: "Yoft, it was; and I wish our boys would stay homo liko thosu Youngs do." ' And so tho conversation dropped, but Airs. Tucker pondered for three days about turning hor parlor into a sitting room, and Air. Tucker proposed to his Mittmishcd boys' to stay noma and try to draw somo dogs and cuts tin papor; but as tho first plan was novor carried into efi'oet, and tho second was lost by a largo majority, tho Tucker family ro niain about tho sumo. But others, loss dull, saw and caught tho spirit that pervaded that happy homo, tho spirit of solf-sacriliolng lovo and mutual concession; and those who understood respected, admirod and imi tated. Homes grow brighter in tho lit tle town, witli a desire to omulato that brightest of homes, 'and art erttdo, faulty, almost grotesque, but still art hi ombryo put forth tiny sprouts, nnd proclaimed that at least tho germ was thoro, and promised fnir things to thoso who should sook; for thoso who sookfor thu good, tho truo and tho beautiful,1 al waiu find it. Curtains, braokots, tablo-covors and cushions grow apace,- and presently books anil pictures appeared in homos wlioro fow had boon. Goorgo developed such a, tasto for drawing that a class Was formed, and John, good, honest John, proposed a reading club, and grandma seconded tho motion, and out of it grow a class in elocution, which was" tho prido of tho little village. And so tho long, cold winter passed a more onjoyablo wintor than Julia had neon for years. Grandma was no nngol, but she understood and appreciated, and that was quito enough. When tho spring-time camo, and tho sweet HCQiit oi tho blooming trees camo wafting in at the open windows, old Airs. .Youpg passed gently away -with hor hand clasping tenderly that of hor. faithful diuiglitur-ln-law, and her last words, words of praisp to hor: " Julio, ybu made my closing months happy and peaceful, God bless jom." Oowyls Lady's Rook. Kulos for Hiding In mounting, faco tho near side of tho horse. Tho nearside is tho side nearest yourself. If you stand ou the right sido of the horse, which is tho wrong side, when you mount, you will face tho cruppor. Thon overybody will know that your name is Johanu Gottlieb FJrn sigofolgor. if you cannot mount from tho ground, load the horso to a high fence, oiunb up on tho fence, say "whoa" two or threo times, and jump ovor tho horse's ears. You will light somewhere on his neck, and will have plenty of time to adjust yourself whilo tho horso is running away. Another method 6f mounting, largely practiced by yoting gontlomon from tho city, is to balance yourself on ono foot on the fence, and point tho other log at tho )ior,se in tho, general di rection of tho Saddle, saying " whoa" all tho timo. Tho horse, after this gos ttiro has been repeated a few times, backs away, pulls the alleged rider oil tho fonco and walks up and down tho lane with him at a rapid gallop. This gives the rider, iu about ten minutes, all tho exercise ho wants for a week. If by somo miracle you manage tpgot inio mo suuuio, noiu on with both hands, and say "whoa." the horso iroes tho tiirhtor The fnstor you ihust you must t hold on, and tho loudor "holler." If vou aro from Now York or Phila delphia, you will shorten tho stirrups until your knees aro on a level with your chin. Then, as you rido yoii.y,;ill rise to your feet and stand in the atti tudo of a mail peering ovoi' a fonco to look for his dog, and then suddenly fall iu the saddle like a man Who has' stepped on a banana pool. This is tho Eugish school. It is iiacd ou tho horse, but is considered very graceful. Aniiln cannot wear falsi! teeth, howuvor, and ride in this manner. liurlinqton JIawh eye. A roason for supposing Alaska is rich in mineral treasure is founded on tho theory that it is within tliq direct mineral belt, which extends from Capo Horn through South America, Mexico, the United States and British Colum bia, ns far north as prospectors havo gono, and then skipping Alaska (unex plored) Is (l3closuu again in Siberia. A drunken man arrested in St. Louis the other day was found to havo $5,:S0Jtin his pockets.
