Image provided by: University of Nebraska-Lincoln Libraries, Lincoln, NE
About Nebraska advertiser. (Brownville, Nemaha County, N.T. [Neb.]) 1856-1882 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 5, 1882)
4cbni8lm ttvcriincr. 0, W. FArRBnOTIIER & GO,, Fioprletori. AUBURN, 1 i NEBRASKA. " TOO TOO'1 RURAL, AtfD TRULY RURAL. Oh! Isn't tho country Just lovely? Bo peaceful mid (itilot mi 1 all that: It seems llko a dream or nn opera. Of conrso, denr, your now Watteau Imt, 1 ho ono tlmt you wore an MiuhI Muller, When to Ciunbrl'il, tliu ntt.ot, you sut. Yog, we'll stroll for awhile nmld Nature, And v.Hlt onih w Id woodlund nook; Cull ilfUali's ami otlicr sweet flowerets, On tho bunks or some clear, purling brook. . A pink snsh No; blue is moro rural. No gloves! Why how odd you will look. Jf8I0I,H (,ea WC'H '"cet with a Rhophcrd, With curls, and n crook, and it Into 3hatlio' 1 piny like a very Apollo, And bo dressed In Hereon velvet suit. Ills eyes will bo big, sad and tender Ohl botlior! 1'loaso button this boot. Just think of tho btnvo, handsome mowers, V ho merrily warblo thou- lay, At ilvo o'clock In tho morning, To milkmaid, whose work Is but play. 1 vc seen them so orten lu " Martha" That No, I won't write that letter to-day. And when, coming homo throuirh tho gloam ing. Wo meet with tho soft-lowing klne, wo 11 deck thnni with ribbons and giirlands, With llowcro tholr mcuk brow.4 we'll entwluo. I know, for 1'vo road, how they do It Whon coming trom i astiircs Alpine. So these sliuplo city maidens, "Who know country ways so well, Having lent nod from b oks and opera More than eer nislles tell. Strolled abroad through Hold and meadow, Mot with snakes In woodland nooks. Gathered daisies, with them brambles, Got their feet wet lu the brooks. Found n Hock of slv ep, and with them Haw n shepherd, It Is true; llut an opera shopherd ho was No moto like than I or you. Ho was ragged and barefooted, Ten years old and brown with tan: Instead ol t niiig lutes, Ho shouted: "That ram 11 butt ver. of ho can." They hoard no brave and gallant mowers, Warbling lays to imlkm.ilils coy; llut saw a monster dr iwn by horses, Driven by a heckled bov, Laying low the toudur grasses, With a horrid crash and din, And found the bo had other fancies Than a milkmaid's smllo to win. Going homoward through tho glaamlnar Is the saddest to reo ill; For they met tho lowing cattle Merely met, and that w is all. Now, when asked about tho country, They reply, with smile so sage, That you know they've learned tho dlf 'renco 'Twixt reality and tho stage. ICuli Muiiroe, In N. 1". Indeitemlent. 'LANKY O'JIOORE'S whisper. "Go way will yc, now, and don't bo afthcr spakin' to mo agin for anithor wliolo year!" cried a young girl with blushes of mingled difiidenco and anger. "What are yc moro than any ithor girl, that yo can nivor bo spoke to? An' who is afther spakin' to yo, at all. Not I, I can tell yo. It was to wlutsper a worrd in yer ear; it's that I was afthor iloinV' replied Larry O'Mooro. "1 wouldn't lctyodo that; so go away now, yo great big mon, as ought to know bettor nor to bo tazin' a poor girl whoso mother isn't dead a month and roakin' her cry! I'll toll mo grand mithorov yo!" "Oh, doon't, doon't; I'm af cared ov her!" cried tho great, stalwart follow, shrugging his shouldors in affectation of alarm. "Thin I'll till tho sehool-maistor," said tho young girl, wiping her eyes on her apron. "But I'm not ono ov his b'ys. and ho knows better nor to put his hand on me. I could squazo him up in me fist, Latin and all!" cried O'Mooro. "Coom now, will yo lot me just wlutsper a word in yer ear?" "'Deed an' I will not, an' I'll till tho praast that ye tazo mo, an' git a pin nance on yo." "Arrah, now, jist do it. He's mo frind, an' he'd toll yo to listen to me," said Larry. "Thin I wouldn't haad him, if ho did. Go homo, noo, an' bo aisy!" By this time Monica had reached tho tidy little cottago of hor grandfather who was tho villago cobbler of Drog- fjollau and lied into tho shop like a lightened hare. But indignant as sho was at tho young weaver's "tazin'," she did not complain of him to her grandfather. Sho said in hor heart: "He's an honost lad, an' havin' no sister to tazo, what ilso can ho do but taze tho shyest girl ho can iindP" The winter was over, and the daisies and shamrocks wore peeping above the ground. Children, always tho first to welcome sumnior, woro scattered along tho roadside, and oven among tho cross es and head-stones in tho church yard, filling their aprons with tho treas ures. Monica was among them. Thoy loved hor and followed her about whonovorshe would allow them to do so. Sho, poor child, was gathering and kissing tho fee ble little flowcro that woro just pooping from tho sod over her mother's grave. Tho little ones stood reverently by. Ono was stroking her hair anil whisper ing some little word of comfort, when thoy were all startled by tho appear anco of Larry O'Mooro, with his arms full of garden flowers. Ho had come, not knowing Monica was in tho church yard, to lay tho llowors on hor mother's grave. Tho children, with an innate delicacy which greatly distressed Monica, hur ried away as if their presence was not wanted, and Monica spring to hor feot and turnod to follow her litfio friends. But Larry called after hor: "Ami sioh an evil inoniy that yo run from yor mither's grave to bo rid ov mo?" "No, Larry, yer a good friend, but but I'm afear'd ov yo," cried Monica. "Will ye do mo a favor, MonieP And thin I'll promise not to spake to yo again for a year, if ye say so," said tho hand Some young lcllow. Yis, 1 think I'll do it-for yo brought the flower to tho gravo of mo mitlier," said Monica, stopping in her flight. " Will, thin," he s tid, risingfrom tho mound where lie had been cattoring tho flowers, "it is that 1 ilst wants to whis por a word in yor ear." At this, Monica darted off as fast as sho could run, leaving Larry to fill tho place of mournor. as well as of decora tor, at tho grav6. Larry folded his arms across his broad chest, and looking after the Hying littlo form, said to himself: "Sho'snsthrango eratur', that! If I'd ask hor to walk round ono ov theso graves, barofut an' aloono forty times at midnight, she'd do it. in gratitudo to mo dead mltlior for what sho'd did for hor dead mither! An1 yot shis'll not let mo near enough hor to say a word that tho whole warld mightn't hoar! But 1 can find plinty who wtill open both ears and their mouths, too to listen to tho wlutsper ov a lad that can 'nrn thirty shillins a week at his homo and has a cottago, and a garden, an' a foino old faylhor, be side. I know 1'so taxed her a dale. Now I'll let her alono intiroly, I wtill, an' si'o hoo alio likes that!" Tho winter had come again. Monica felt tho comforting oliect of tlmo on hor heart. But sho still missed hor mother. She had very littlo company now. Her grandmother was always busy with Iter cottage work or in looking after hor fowls. And iior grandfather pounded his lap-stono and hummed old Irish airs all day. When Monica had finished her task at knitting, or sewing, she hardly know how to amuse hersolt. The cottago was poor in books, and of papers ami magu s', nes tho hum lo people of Ireland rare ly get a glimpse. It is not strange, then, that tho shy young girl was overjoyed at an invita tion to a wedding. The game-keeper's daughter a sohool-friond was to bo mairied to tho shepherd's son. Tho lady of tho castle had given tho wed-ding-gown, and consented to let her servants join in tho dance. The school-master was the gentleman in this strat m of .society, aniljio was a wa";, and merry maker wifhal. No festival was of any account which was not planned and carried o .t by him. Ho was an original, and prided him self on having no two patties -entertained in the same way. Tho ganie keopor's daughter had been a favorite scliol .r, and he had laid himsolf out to mako her wedding a great success. Granny Blanoy, also, laid horsclf out to "dress Monica as well as one of tho seiying-maids from the hall, who hold their heads so high above honest poor folk." So sho had bought her a white gown, and knots of b no ribbon to p'n on at every available spot, and to show oil' hor lovely whito skin and her pink cheeks. Her efforts woro a success, too. As tho old cobbler planted his wa-bo-grimmed hands on his leathern apron, and stood off to gaze on Monica, ho exclaimed: "Faith thin, an' tho ould Duke would giv' his right hand if ho could mak' his rid-hidded and fricklod yoong lady its lovely as that! If sho warn't such a shy goose ov' a thing, as will nivor look a body in tho eye, I'd bo that prood ov' hor that I'd think sho was tho foincst girl in the world." A gayer party novor assembled. The charm of tho entertainment was in tho unique v dancing. Four s diool-boys danced a cotillion on their hands, with their heels in tho air and their hats on their feet! A one-legged man danced a jig in a wash-tub, with a humpback girl, in an other tub, for his partner. On an awning, which ho had stretched from ono end of the long kitohon to tho other, tho school-master invited "the ladies and jintlcmon" to waltz, saying: "You may tako my word for it, as a man of honor, that this awning is as safe as terra firma that samo is tho Latin for solid ground. I interpret this for your sakes who are not Latin schol ars. I hope those o' ye who are tho samo havin' boon to school to mo will tako no oll'unso at my translatin', as if thoro woro any need of it for thim. I do it pro bono publico, which manes in plain English, 'for tho good o' tho pub lic.' " All was going on "as merry as a mar riage boll," when Monica was startled by peeing Larry O'Mooro walk in, in his best clothes, and looking as happy as if sho had allowed him to " whisper to hor" as often as ho pleased. And sho said, in hor heart: " He's an ungrateful lad. thin, afthcr all his mith er did for my dear mithor, to go and bo laugh in' and as happy as if he'd seed mo ivory week in tins six months! Ho hasn't looked at mo no moro'n if 1 wasn't hero at all." Larry danced on the awning. Ho sang funny songs, and ho told Irish stonos (ill tho rafters of tho game-keeper's cottago rang with tho laughter of tho company. Monica stood crowded up in a corner looking very solemn and very uncom fortable, while tho company were all laughing. Sho tried to get out, but could not. When Larry attempted to sit down thoro was a loud outcry for " Ono story moro! jist one moro, Larry." He, too, was in a corner; tho ono di rectly across from that into which Mo nica was wedged. Ho pulled up his collar till it touched his ears, and drew his curly brown hair over his forohoad. Then ho put a littlo scarlet skull-cap on his head, and he look iko anybody olso in tho world inr than like Larry O'Mooro. Then ho began to speak in a vory loud whispor which was distinctly 'hoard: ''I'm very hoarse, ladies and gintjemin, as yorsilves till see. It yo will hav' mo spake to yo, it must bo in a whisper. "Indade, tho story I hav' to toll ye" is tho'&tory ov a whisper, and It can only bo tould in a whisper. "Onco there was a yoong maan, and a foino yoong maan was hc,atld a w'aver by trade." Hero Monica started and tried again to get out of tho corner, but in vain. Whichever way slio looked sho saw a pair of fine groy oy cs staring at hor from under brown curls and a scarlet cap! "Sthop yor talking andconforsationin that furthermost corner over thoro," whispered Larry, with a power that made lilm hoard all ovor tho cottago. "Will, this samo yoong maan, and a foino yoong maan was lie, and htm a wa'vcr by trade, had a great sacrot lyin1 heavy on his hoartl And it was this same secret ho wished to pour into ttio car ov a cortatn yoong laity, ami a foino yoong lady was she; but ho nivor could seo hor where ho could spake it oot liko a maan aloud. "Ho'd seo hor in tho road full ov folks, or in tho church-yard full of dead niin and live children, or at mass or at a funeral. And all thim times ho'd try to whisper this whisper in her ear; but ho could ntvor get noar enough to hor to whisper it, and" Tlio hoar.so whispering and its effect under Lany's disguise was very ludi crous, and ho was stopped by peals of hmghtor. "Will, ladles ami eintlomin, that whusper is still whusporin' In that yoong inaan's bttzztim; whusporiu' to getout, and to whusper itself into that fair lady's ear, thatis not open for a wlmspor. "Now, thin, that yoong maan, and a foino yoong maan ho is, and a w'aver by trade, is full ov whuspers to-night that he unities to whusper out, atlior in that yoong lady's ear, or olso in the oars ov this big company now .thin!" And tho wliispor grow louder and heavier. "Hero goes! In ono minute, unless he gets lavo to wlutsper this whusper where it bolongs, ho'll whuspor it out so that tho whole company will got it, as will as tho fair ladv to whom it bolongs bo right. What lie' (I whuspor is this, litis foino yoong maan, a w'aver by trade " But whisht there and bo qttiot, will yo, in that corner ovor thoro. Aforo I whusper it out to yo till, I'll toll you that this young maan, and a foino yoong maan is ho, bides with his ould faither tho mithor ov him boin' doad and an ould woman not ovor clano at tho cook in', and this samo ould faither says to that foino yoong maan, says ho: 'Lad, why do yo niver bring mo homo a daughter to Iodic aftor tho bins and ducks and tho ould woman?' " Thoro was but ono ov them all that tho foino yoong m tan cared a pin for, and ho could no moro get near to whus per it to hor, nor if sho was tho child ov tho Quano herself, in place ov the gran' child ov a dacont ould Irish cob" He was interrupted and tho compnA' startled by a loud cry: "Sthop, noV, Larry-O'Mooro, a-tazin' me, anil lit mo aloon!" Every oyo was turned on tho pretty little prisoner in tho cornor; and then peals of laughter and clapping of hands followed an impromptu not planned in tho "unaqiio intortaininoiit." In tho midst of this merriment Larry O'Mooro gave a leap through tho crowd, and before sho know itTio was "whuspering" in tho car of tho blush ing Monica. No ono knows to this day what words lio "whuspered;" but in six mouths from that time they all know that the "school-maisthor" was busy getting up another "unaquo inlcrlainmont" for a wedding at tho cotttt'ro of tho ould cob bler, Daddy Blanoy, as ho was familiar ly called. .. J). Chaplin, in Youth's Companion. m m Cod !sh Curing anil Marketing. To cure a codfish well roquircs caro and experience; and unless dono well all tho lishor's toil may go for littlo. Tho cod is usually passed to a gang of four men. Ono rips up tho lisn, r. second takes out tho entrails and cuts off tho head, a third usually tho best man of tho lot by a deft movcmtfit cuts out tho backbone, a fourth spreads on tho salt and lays tho fish in a pilo. Then the heap of cod are distributed on tho Hakes, or flr-strown platforms, reared along tho shores. Etorywlioro in tho neighborhood of tho uuuumborod fishing villages those broad platforms appear, now perched in a cleft of tho rocks, now rising in tiers, but always placed near tho sea, in which . the offal is dropped. During tho curing, which lasts two or throo weeks, the fish must bo watched carefully. If loft too long on ono side, they become "ovor-salted." The sun in that case draws tho salt to ono sido, leaving tho othor soft or rank, and tho fish is almost unsalable. Then thoy must be heaped up at . night, cov. ered with canvas or oil-cloih against rain, and tonded almost as sedulously as babes. When ready for market thoy are sold to tho wholesale dealers, bring ing at St. John's, during ascarco season liko tho prosont, only live cents a pound. Newfoundland finds hor chief market in Roman Catholic countries, where tho fish are consumed during Lent. Lately, however, tho Norwegians have become hot rivals of tho Newfoundlanders in tho European markets. , American housewives may bo clad to know that tho local tests of a good salt codfish aro j a sunaco nam ami wen ilricil on both sides, whito flesh, and an absence of salty crystallizations. Efforts tints far 'to utilize as compost tho thousands of tons of oflal annually wasted havo failed, and tho same is substantially truo of attempts to preserve the dolicato caplin in some permanent edible form. St. John's (N. F.) Oor. N. Y. Evening Post. An English lady who sued for dam agoa bocauso of a fall when boarding steamboat, has just lost her case. The jury decided that her high-heeled boots Iiml wnnlrmtv ntwl ivillfiillv nnntrllmtoil louths' Department. XONSLWSE soxa. Thn .Took and tho Joltek and tho .Tnmboilo, Thoy climbed up lnt i tho banyan treo. They odmbod to tho top, llut they ha I to stop, hor no moro foot-hold o itild thoy soo. Th 'nok and tho.ioliok and tho.Iamborlo To climb still faither did all imioo; So the Jack sto jd up on the topmost limb. And then the .lollek climbed over him, Over tho two went tho .lamborlo -Ho climbed up quickly tho world ttsoc And th'it tho.laoK frnn tho topmol limb, With grin and omtokK elMibod after him. To the top climbed he, Tho w irld to noo. And there In Die air swung nil tho threo: Tho .lollek irleorully followod tho Jack, And (inlekly reached tho topmost b.ick; And then again went tho.lamborlu up to tho lop, tho wor d to boo. On they aro going, and on and on; They'll roach tho stars before they are dono 1 -A. It. WtUt, (n St. A'IWiolM. 10IIXNY AM) THE HOUSE. Johnny was very fond of tho country. At least ho always ahl ho was, and as ho had never been in it since ho could reniembor, of course nobody could prove that ho was not. So ho was very glad when it was ar ranged that he should visit at his grand father's during vacation. Ho had not boon there, ho assured his friends at the kindorgarten, for quite a number of years. Mo had been promised that ho should ride on tho pony his father had ridden when ho was aboy, and ho thought more of that than of anything olso. lie thought the pony must bo tho oldest ono in the. world, but that was a mistake, for his father was not so very old. It was really a vory nieo, plump, slook-looking littlo horse which Uncle Archio brought round that pleasant Juno morning. Ilo novor did anything now-a-days but eat and stand under a tree, with his oyos shut, switching tho llios with his tail. .Johnny's grandmother and his aunts came out to soo, and grandmother was a littlo afraid Johnny might get hurt, but ho reminded hor that lie would bo seven years old next May. Uncle Archie put him on old Jack and said: " Now, Johnny, when you want to stop you must say: " Whoa!' and when you want to go on you must chirrup liko this" Johnny managed to mako a noise something liko his unelo's and felt liko a vory largo man when Jack moved under him," and grandmother criod: "Hold on tight, Johnny," and somo ono olso cried: " Don't go too fast, Johnny." Uncle Archie laughed at this, but Johnny did not know why. Tho groat moadow was smooth and green and full of daisies and forget-me-nots. Jack spent his summer in tt, so hofolt quite at home, and would stop sometlmos to tako a nip at them, with out waiting for Johnny to say: "Whoa," but ho always wont on again whon Johnny chirruped. At last ho got into a cornor a long way from tho house. Ilo wont in among some trees and bushes till ho reached tho fence, and then stopped and shut his eves. Johnny was quite willing Jack should rest awhilo, but as ho waited and waited and seemed to havo no desire to do any thing but switch his tail Johnny got tired and chirruped to him. Jack moved a little, but tho fence was right boforo him and ho couldn't go through that, so Johnny said: "Whoa," and .fuck stopped at onco and shut his oyos again." 1'oor Johnny began to wonder if lie should havo to sit thoro all day. Ho wanted Jack to turn round and tako him back to tho house, but how was ho to mako Jack understand thatP Ho know how to stop him and how to sot him going again, bpt Uncle Archie hadn't said a word about turning him round. Johnny, you seo, did not belong to that blessed class of boys who tumbled about tho country all their happy, rol licking young days, riding hay-loads, buck-boards, stone boats, spring wagons, ets., learning to handle a horse almost as soon as U103' learn to talk and walk. Ho had ridden in steam-cars and stroot-cars and hackB, and he now tried to remember something how thoy woro managed. Ho did not believe steam cars over turned round they always seemed to go straight ahead. Ho had novor seen how the hack-drivers got their horses to turn, but he had seen street cars turn on a 'turnUablo when thoy reached tho end of their route. Jack certainly seemed to havo reached tho end of his route, but Johnny could not seo anything that looked like a turn table. Ho called as loudly as he could for Uncle Archio, but no ono heard him. Then Johnny cried as ho wondered how long ho might sit there, and if it was nearly dinner-time. After a while lie hoard some ono com ing along the green, shady road on tho other sido of the fence. It was a boy and a rope and something else. Tho boy was at one end of tho rope, but Johnny could not at first ninko up his mind what it was at tho other end. He knew it was either a calf or a shoop, for Undo Archie had shown him both that morning, but ho could notquito remem ber which was whito and which was red. Ho became so much interested in watching the boy as to forgot all about turn-tables and dinner. Sometimes tho boy would bo ahead, loading or jerking tho calf (or sheep) along. And 'then all at onco tho sheep (or calf) would rush forward and pull tho boy along. As thoy came near Johnny tho boy hap pened to bo ahead, and ho stopped at sight of Johnny's tear-stained faco, "Hullo!" said the boy. "Say!" said Johnny, pointing eago ly at tho animal, "is that a calf or a sheepP" Tho boy stared at Johnny without auswoi ing. "Oil, novor mind," said Johnny, very. politely, "I thought you'd know. boltovo it's a calf, but Undo Archto can toll you for sure if you ask him. JIa knows. But say aro you loading htm, or is ho leading youP" At this tho boy scowled vory hard at Johnny, and picked up a piece of earth to throw at him. But Johnny burst out crying again, and ho slopped. "I didn't moan anything," sobbed Johnny, "audi want Unolo Archie." "Is It Mr. Archio CraudallP" aakoil tho boy. " Bo you his bov?" "Yes, 1 s'poso so. I want Unolo Archie i want Uncle Archie" and Johnny, afraid of tho calf, afraid of tho boy, and oven afraid of old Jack, raised a fearful howl "Stop," cried tho boy, "I'll go anil toll him." " But will he lot youP" said Johnny, looking in alarm nt tho unknown ani mal. Tho bov tied it to tho feuoo and jumped ovor hi to tho meadow. "Tho littlo chap's In troublo and wants you, "ho said to Undo Archio, and thou hurried back to his calf. Un do Aroh'o started on a run to wheru thoy had all tho timo seen Jack's tall switching In tho bushes, and had boon wondering why Johnny Hlnyctl thoro so long. And grandmother and till his aunts wrung tholr hands, shrieking ho must havo broken his leg, or put his shoulder out of joint, or had a sun stroke. Unolo Archio was vory hot whon ho got to Johnny nnd cried: , "What fa tho mattorP" "0, Unolo Archie, won't you ploaso to nuiko Jack turn 'round so I can go baokP" " Is that what you'vo boon waiting for, Johnny?" "Yes, sir." Unolo Arelilo pulled ono of tho strap Johnny hold in his hand, and Jack turned easier than if ho had boon on a turn-table. The boy laughod vory loud and vory long. Ho untied his calf and both wont down tho road so fast that to this dny Johnny doesn't know whether tho boy was leading tho calf, or tho call leading the boy. But Tie surely knows it wan a calf, for Uncle Archio told him it was. Youth's Companion. A Utllo Kng-Plckcr. A heap of littlo bits of calico and linen lay just ahead of l'honio's broom. It was a ory cunning now broom, and it swept as olenn as now brooms always do. Tljo sitting-room had to bo swept a good many times in a day, for Miss 1'oor, tho dress-maker, was thoro, snip ping and snipping and making all tho litter she possibly could so Phonio thought. But sho liked to sweep it up vory well, indeed. "I'd pick thoso pieces out and savo them for paper-rags," said Aunt Anna, coming In just at that minute. "There's such a littlo of 'era," said Phonic. "I don't beliovo it's a cent's worth. I want to go out and swoop tho veranda, too." So Phcm'o ildgetod a minuto with hor broom, and when sho found Aunt Anna didn't say any moro sho loft tho bits of cotton in a cornor of tho wido brick hearth, and wont out to sweep tho ve randa floor. And whon slio went In again tho rags woro all out of tho way. All through tho summer thoro woro a. good many bits of cloth and papor to pick up; but Plienio didn't touch them very ofton. Thoro was always such a littlo, ami sho didn't liko to anyway. But in the fall a tin-peddler drove up to tho door, in a shiny-green oart let tered with gold. And among other beautiful things ho had some littlo tin pails, painted and lettered, too. "O auntie," screamed Phenie, in tho greatest delight, "can'tlluivo onoP" "Thirty cents, only," said tho peddler. After ono look at Aunt Anna's faco, Phenie foil, with a dreadful sinking of hor heart, that ho might as well hiwo said thirty dollars. "I'll tako rags," said tho poddlor, swinging 0110 oftho pails on his finger; "four cents a pound." Aunt Anna's eyes began to laugh. "Havo you got any rags, Phonio?" sho asked. "No'm," said Phonio, solonmly. "If you had only saved them, Phe nie." " But thero was such a littlo." said Phonio. Aunt Anna laughed. Then sho broutrht in from bohindtlio shed-door a bag stuffed full of rag?. "Hero thoy aro, Phonic," said she. Phonio opened hor oyos, and tho ped dler began to laugh. In a minuto ho had weighed tho rags. " The pail'syours?1 said ho, "and two cents ovor. IVlany a littlo makes a good deal, littlo girl. Now, I'm coming round again next spring. Can't you savo somo rags for mo?" " Yes, sir," said Phonio, hugging hor pail with tho two tingling coppers. And tho other day whon Aunt Anna found a breadth of her lilac poplin dress in Phonio's rag-bag, slio almost wished tlmt i'henio wouldn't pick tho rags up quite ho snug. Whatovor olso may survlvo in tho future, Dr. Seiinons is certain that tho fltcani-ongino is doomed. Its fato is first to bo confined to tiio driving of largo dynamo machines, which will dis tribute force at present- supplied by a myriad of small and wasteful steam engines, and then to bo superseded al together by the gas-engino. Gas and electricity may bo mutually hostile, but ihoy aro to unite their forces in order to extirpate tho steam-engine. ' A recent advertisement in a Paris papor runs: "Princes, dukes, counts, viscounts and others who wisli to marry rich American young la lios, write in tho fir.it .iustaucu in all conlidenoel,v and so on. to cause tho injury of whioh alio com plained. - . '', r . ..
