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THE RED CLOUD CHIEF.
BORIN & HI'KINGKK, Kda. and Prop.
Too llttlercat, too little aleep.
Too raauy hours to sow and rep
At last disease and pain!
Weak grows the never loosened band;
Ttie strongest rope parts, strand by strand.
Beneath a ceaseless strain.
Let him who burns the midnight oil
In the lonely and unwholesome toll
Think, when he trims his lamp.
That thus be trims his llfs as well,
And hastens toward bis last low cell
Its darkness and Its damp.
To weary feet all streams are deep.
All roadi are rough, all hills are steep.
As way-worn travelers know.
One hour of rest Is a preclons boon
To him who tolls through beats or noon,
With painful steps and slow.
Then, ye who hope to make your mark.
Ere your last nightfall, cold and dark.
And stand aborethe throng
On some far, sun-kltsed height or thought,
Or do tome deed no band batb wrought
Work, rest and so be strong.
FAITHFUL UNTO DEATH.
The fires burn cheerily on the hearth,
the great logs crackle and flare up the
wide chimney, up which it is my wont
to say, you could drive a coch-and-four.
I draw my chair nearer to it with
a slight shiver.
"What a night!" I say.
"Is it snowing?" asks my wife, who is
sitting opposite to me, her books and
work on the table beside her.
"Fast You can scarcely see a yard
"Heaven help any poor-'efeature on
the moor to-night," says she.
"Who would venture out? It began,
snowing before dark, and all the people
about know the danger of being'be
nighted on the moor in a driving snow
"Yes; but I have known people to
be frozen to death hereabouts before
My wife was Scotch, and this pleas
ant house in the Highlands was hers.
We were trying a winter in it for the
first time, and found it exceedingly cold
and dull. Mentally 1 decided that we
should only grace it with our presence
during the shooti ng sason.
Presently I go to the window and
look out; it has ceased snowing, and
through a rift in the clouds I see a
"It is beginning to clear," I tell my
rife, and also inform her that it is p;ist
leven. As she lights her candle at a
side table, I hear a whining and scratch
ing at the front door.
"There is Laddie loose again," says
she. "Would you please let him in,
I did not like facing the cold wind,
but could not refuse to let the poor ani
mal in. Strangely enough, when I
opened the door and called to him he
would not come in. He runs up to the
door and looks into my face with mute
entreaty; then he runs back a few
steps, looking around to see if I am fol
lowing; and finally he takes my coat in
his mouth and tries with all his might
to draw me out.
"Laddie won't come in," I call out to
my wife; "on the contrary, he seems to
want me to go out and have a game of
snow-ball with him."
' She throws a shawl raoundheraud
comes to the door. The collie was hers
before we were married, and she is al
most as fond of him, I tell her, as she is
of Jack, our eldest boy.
"Laddie, Laddie I" she calls, "come in,
ne comes obediently at her call, but
refuses to enter the house, and pursues
the same pantomime he has already
tried on me.
"I shall shut him out, Jessie," I say.
"A night in the snow won't hurt him,'
and I prepare to close the door.
'You will do nothing of the kind,"
ihe replies, with an anxious look ; "but
fou will rouse the servants and follow
lim at once. Some one is lost in the
now and Laddie knows it."
"Really, Jf S3ie, you are absurd," I re
Dly with a laugh. "Laddie is a saga
cious animal, no deubt, but I cannot be
lieve he is so clever as that. How can
he know whether there is anyone lost
in the snow, or not ?"
"Because he has found them and has
come back to us for help. Look athim
I cannot but own that the dog seems
restless and uneasy, and he is evidently
endeavoring to coax us to follow him;
he looks at us with pathetic entreaty in
his eloquent eyes. " Why wont you be
lieve me?" he seems to ask.
"Come," she continues, "you know you
could not rest while there was a possi
bility of a fellow creature wanting as
sistance. And I am certain Laddie is
not deceiving us."
What is a poor, hen-pecked man to
de? I grumble, and resist and yield, as I
have often grumbled and resisted be
fore, and as I doubtless shall do here
after. "Laddie once found a man in the
snow before, but he was dead," Jessie
says, as she hurries off to fill a flask of
brandy, and get ready some blankets tor
us to take with us.
In the meantime I rouse the servants
they are all English, with the excep
tion of Donald, t he gradener, and I can
see they are scoffingly skeptical of Lad
die's sagacity, and inwardly disgusted at
having to turn out of their warm beds
and face the bitter storm of the winter
night . .
sDinna trouble yoursels," I hear old
Donald say. "The mistress is right
enough; auld Laddie is cleverer than
any a- Christian, and will find some
ling in the snaw this night"
"Don't sit up, Jessie," I say, as we
art; "we may be out all night on this
"Follow Laddie closely "is the only
aswer she makes.
The dog springs forward with a joy
ous bark, constantly looking back to
m if we were following. As we pass
through the avenue gates and emerge
nntnthe moor, the moon straggles for
- v.mi,t1i ffio drivinc dondS. I
juuiucuu wn k" --- ,m fhA
and lights ud with a sickly gleam the I
now-clad country before us.
"It's like hunting for a needle iu a
bundle of hay, sir," said John, the
coachman, confidentially, to think as
we should find anybody on such a night
as this! Why, in some places the snow
is a couple & feet thick, and it goes agin
reason to think that a dumb animal
would have the sense to come home and
"Bide a wee, bide a wee," says old
Donald. "I dinna ken what your Eng
lish dugs can do; but a collie, though it
has na pleased Providence togie the
creature the power o' speech, can do
mony mair things than them that wad
"I ain't a deridin of 'em," says John.
"I ODly say as how if they are so clever
I have never seen it"
"Ye wull, though, ye wull," says old
Donald, as ne hurries forward after
Laddie, who has settled down into
a swinging trot, and is taking his way
across the loneliest part of the black
The cold wind almost cuts us in two,
and whirls the snow into our faces,
nearly blinding us. My finger tip3 are
becoming numbed, icicles are hanging
from my moustache and beard, and my
feet and legs are soaking wet even
through my shooting boots and stout
The moon has gone in again, and the
light from the lantern we carry is bald
ly sufficient to show us the inequalities
in the height of the snow by which we
art guessing our path. I begin to wish
I had stayed at home, and to consider
whether I may venture to give up the
search- (which I have undertaken to
"please my wife, for I am like John, and
won't believe in Laddie,) when suddenly
I hear a shout in front of me, and see
Donald, who has been keeping close to
Laddie all the time, drop on his knees
and begin digging wildly in the snow
with his hands. We all rush forward.
Laddie has stopped at what appears to
be the foot of a tree, and after whining
for a moment, sits down and watches
for us to do the rest 1t ia that
which appears when we have shoveled
away the snow? Is it a bundle of rag3?
Is it or, alas, was it a human being?
we raise it carefully and tenderly, and
wrap it in one of the warm blankets
which my wife had thoughtfully pro
vided us with.
"Bring me the lantern," I say, huskily ;
and John holds it over the prostrate
form of, not as we might have expected,
some stalwart shepherd of the hills, but
over a poor, wrinkled, ragged old wo
man. I try to poor a little braudy down
the poor old throat, but the teeth are so
firmly clenched that I cannot.
"Best get her home as quickly as pos
sible, sir; the mistress will know better
what to do for her nor we do, if so be
the poor creature is not past help," says
John.turning instincti vely,aswe all do in
sickness and trouble, to woman's aid.
So we improvised a sort of hammock
of the blankets, and gently and tenderly
the men prepare to carry their helpless
burden over the snow.
"I am afraid your mistress will be in
bed," I say, as we begin to retrace our
"Never fear, sir," says Donald, with a
triumphant glance at John ; "the mis
tress will be up and waitin' for us. She
kens Laddie didnu bring us out in snaw
"I'll never say nought about believing
a dawg again," says John, gracefully
striking his colors "Ycu were right
and I was wrong, and that's all about it ;
but to think there should be such sense
in a animal."
As we reach the avenue gate I dis
pa ch oue of the men for the doctor,
who fortunately lives within a stone's
throw of us, and hurry on myself to
prepare my wife for what is coming,
she runi out into the hall to meet mo.
"Well?" she asks eagerly.
"We have found a poor old woman," I
say; "but I do not know whether she is
alive or dead."
My wife throws her arms around me
and gives me a great hug.
"You will find dry things and a jug of
hot toddy in your dressing room, dear,"
she says; and this is all the revenge she
takes for my skepticism.
The poor old woman is taken up stairs,
and placed in a warm bath under my
wife's directions; and before the doctor
arrives she has shown some faint symp
toms of life so my wife sends me word.
Dr. Bruce shakes his head when he sees
"Poor old soul," he says; "how came
she out on the moor on such a fearful
night? I doubt not she has received a
shock which at her age she will not ea
sily get over."
They managed, however, to force a
few spoonfuls of hot brandy and water
down her throat, and presently a faint
color flickers on her cheek, and her eye
lids begin to tremble. My wife then
raises her head and makes her swallow
some cordial which Dr. Bruce had
brought with him, and then lays her
back among the soft pillows.
"I think she will rally now." says Dr.
Bruce, as her breathing becomes more
audible and regular. "Nourishment
and warmth will do the rest; but she
has received a shock from which I fear
she will not recover." So saying, he
takes his leave.
By and by I go up to the room and
find my wife watching alone by the aged
sufferer. She looks up at me with tears
in her eyes.
"Poerold soul," she says ; "I amafraid
she will not rally from the cold and ex
posure." I go round to the other side of the bed
and look down upon her. The aged face
looks pinched and wan, and the scanty
gray locks which lie on the pillow are
still wet from the snow. She is a very
little woman, as far as I can judge of
her in her recumbent position, and I
should think must have reached her al
lotted three score years and ten.
MVV ho can she ber" I said, wonder
ingly. "She does not belong to any of
the villages hereabouts, or we should
know her face; and I cannot imagine
what should bring a stranger to the
the moor on such a night"
" .H-T -1.
I As I speak, a change passes OTtr her
face; the eyes unclose, and she looks in
quiringly about her. She tries to speak,
but is evidently too weak. My wife
raises her, and gives her a spoonful of
nourishment while she says, soothing-
"Don't try to speak. You are among
friends ; and when you are better, you
shall tell us all about yourself. Lie still
now and try to sleep."
The gray head drops backs wearily on
the pillow, and soon we have the satis
faction of heanng, by the regular res
piration, that our patient is soundly
"You can come to bed now, Jessie, I
say. I will ring for Mary, and she can
sit up for the remainder of the night."
But my wife, who is a tender hearted
soul, and a born nurse, will not desert
her post ; so I leave her watching, and
retire to mv solitary chamoer. When
we meet in the morning I find that the
little woman has spoken, and seems
"Come with me now," says my wife,
"and let us try to find out who she is."
We find her propped up in a reclining
posture, and Mary beside her, feeding
"How are you now," inquires Jessie,
bending over her.
"Better, much better, thank you, good
lady," she says, in a voice which trem
bles from age as well aa weakness ; "and
very grateful to you for your goodness."
I hear at once by the accent that she
"Are you strong enough to tell me
how you got lost on the moor, where you
came from, and where you were going?'
asks my wife.
"Ah ! I was going to my lad, my poor
lad, and now I shall never, never see him
more," says the poor soul, with a sigh of
"Where is your lad, and how far have
"My lad is a soldier at Fort George ;
and I have come all the way from Liv
erpool to see him, and give him his old
mothers blessing before he goes to the
Indies." And then, brokenly, with long
pauses of weariness and weakness, the
little old woman tells us her pitiful
Her lad, she tells U3, ia her only re
maining child. She had six, and this,
the youngest, is the only one who did
not die of want during the Lancashire
cotton famine. He grew up a fine, like
ly boy, the comfort and pride of his
mother's heart and the stay of her de
clining years. But a "strike" thrw him
out of work, and, unable to endure the
privation and misery, he "listed." His
regiment was quartered at Fort George,
and he wrote regularly to his mother,
his letters getting more hopeful every
day, until he suddenly wrote to say that
his regiment was ordered to India, and
he begged her to send him her blessing,
as he had not enough money to carry
him to Liverpool. The aged mother felt
that she must look on her child's face
once more before she died. She begged
from a few ladies, whose kindness had
kept her from the workhouse, sufficient
money to carry her to Glasgow, and
from thence she had made her way, now
on foot now t egging a lift in a passing
cart, to within a few miles of Fort
George, when she was caught in the
snow storm, and, wandering from the
road, would have perished in the storm,
but for the Laddie.
My wife is in tears, and Mary is sob
bing audibly as the little woman con
cludes her touching story, and I walk to
the wmdow and look out for a moment
before I am able to ask her what her
son's name is. As I tell her that we
are but a few miles from Fort George,
and that I will send over for him, a
smile of content illumines the withered
"His name is John Salter," she says.
"He is a tall, handsome lad; they will
know him by that"
I hasten down stairs and write a note
to Col. Freeman, whom I know inti
mately, informing him of the circum
stances, and begging him to allow John
Salter to come over at once; and I de
spatch my groom in the dog-cart, that
he may bring him back without loss of
time. As I return to the house after
seeing him start I meet Dr. Bruce.
"Poor old soul," he say, "her troubles
are nearly over; She is sinking fast I
doubt whether she will live till her son
"How she could have accomplished
such a journey at her age I cannot un
derstand," I say.
"Nothing is impossible to a mother,"
replies Dr. Bruce, "but it has killed her."
I go in, but I find I cannot settle to
my usual occupations. My thoughts are
with the aged heroine who is dying up
stairs, and presently I yield to the fasci
nation which draws me back to her pres
ence. As Dr. Bruce says, she is sinking
fast She clasps my wif e's hand in hers,
but her eyes are wide open and have an
eager, expectant look in them.
"At what time may we expect them?"
whispers my wife to me.
"Not before four, I reply, in the same
"He will be too late, I fear," she says;
"she is getting rapidly weaker."
But love is stronger than death, and
she will not go until her son comes.
All through the day she lies dying, tak
ing what nourishment is given to her,
but never speaking except to say, "My
lad, my lad! God is good; he will not
let me die until he comes."
At last I hear the dog-cart I lay my
finger on my lips and tell Mary to go
and bring John Salter up very quietly.
But my caution is needless ; tie mother
has heard the sound, and with a last
effort she raises herself and stretches
out her arms
"My lad, my lad r she gasps, as with
a great sob he springs forward, and the
mother and son are clasped in each
other's arms once more. For a moment
they remain so, then the mother sinks
back on my wife's shoulder, and her
spirit is looking down from heaven on
the lad she so dearly loved when on
She lies in our little churchyard, un-
der ft spreading yew tree, and on thtlthff draaiinf jott before it iauaed.
stone which marks her resting place are
inscribed the words,
" FAITH FTJL UNTO DEATH."
Our Laddie has gained far spread re
nown for his good works; and as I sit
finishing this record of which he is the
hero, he lies at my feet our watchful
faithful companion and friend.
We believe in work good, honest
hard work work with the hands, work
with the head, and both combined. It
was man's original destiny, as well as
that of the entire animal creation. And
if we can call those operations which
are done without "consciousness or vo
lition" work, then the vegetable king
dom is full of workers.
But man, above all, because he needs
most. Some animals make themselves
dwellings like men, and wonderfully
nice ones ; but where is the animal that
makes himself a suit of clothes ? the
silk worm! No. His cocoon is the
house, orhiB vest if you please; but not
his coat and trousers.
Animals gather their food, and store
it up for use, with great labor; but no
animal builds a lire and cooks it Ani
mals live on fruits and grains, but nev
er, in any concious or voluntary way,
do they plant trees or sow corn.
The beaver is content to use his teeth
for an axe, and his tail for a trowel,
and does admirable with both ; but man
makes tools and machinery. Thesquirel
crosses the river on a chip or a piece of
bark, making a sail of his bushy tail
which is very clever of him; but men
make canoes and steamboats.
Thus, in clothing, cooking, agricul
ture, tools and navigation, man is su
perior as a worker to the whole ani
mal creation. And when we come to
brain work, and writing, and artistic
operations, there is no sort of compari
son. Dignity in labor! Why, what dig
nity, is there is anything else? Who
ever thought of the dignity of idleness?
The only use or only excuse for play
and rest are that they enable us to
work the better. Rest is the pause in
which we gather strength to labor.
Recreation is the step-back which en
ables us to spring forward with a great
It would be a rash thing to say that
work could not be in excess, because
all must have rest and sleep ; but it is
quite safe to say ten men are killed by
bad habits and bad conditions, for one
who is cut off by honest work. And
idle men are notoriously more short
lived than laborious one. The oldest
men we know, and those who have
been preserving their faculties, have
been workers, and some of them very
hard workers, both mentally and phys
ically. And the workers certainly have the
most enjoyment Ask any man who
has retired from business. Idleness
i to the soul, and makes happi
ness impossible. Work brings cheer
Excess of work is like all excesses ; but
there is no betttr condition of life than
that of the man who is a wise and tem
ITKMS OF INTEREST.
Sixty thousand Bibles or portions of
scripture have been bought by Russian
soldiers since they crossed the Pruth.
Drew Theological Seminary needed
8300,000 to set it on its feet. Of this
$160,000 has been subscribed, and the
friends of the institution are earnestly
calling for the other 3140,000.
The New York Court House will be
finished this coming summer. It has
cost thus far a little over twelve Jind a
half million dollars, and the trifling sum
of 3-100,000 will finish it Economical,
close fisted fellow?, those New Yorkers.
The English explorers of Palestine
under Lieut. Kitchener, have discovered
a Crusaders' chapel near the Mount of
Olives. The chapel, which seems to
date from the thirteenth century, stands
upon the spot assigned by tradition as
the place where Christ mounted the ass
to make his entry into Jerusalem. With
in the chapel there is a square piece of
masonry or rock, supposed to be an altar
covered with paintings.
The Secretary's supplementary report
of last year showed 14,634 Granges on a
paying basis,wf ch 583,537 members. This
did not include the order in Canada
that maintain an independent existence.
There, there are about 600 Granges,with
24,000 members. With one exception
the reports of the State Granges thus far
made public indicate losses of nominal
members, the exception being Georgia,
which returns 537 live Granges. It does
not however, pay dues upon more than
120 Granges, which at this period is the
The National Liberal League, which
held its convention at Rochester, passed
fourteen resolutions defining its plat
form. These declare against Christian
izing the Government and in favor of
the taxation of church property and the
abrogation of Sabbatarian laws. The
sessions lasted three days, and the speak
ers represented almost every shade and
degree of unbelief in what enstomarily
passes for religion. The league's treas
ury contains 3320.
Hans Hendrick has written his mem
oirs in Greenlandic, and they are to be
translated. Hendrick joined Kane's ex
pedition in 1853. and when the vessel
was abandoned, married an Esquimaux
woman and settled near Smith's Sound.
In 1860 he accompanied Hayes and in
1S71 Hall, and was, with his wife and
three children, picked up with the sur
vivors of the Polaris. In 1875 he was
with Nares. His book is said to be full
of interesting details concerning the Es
qoimax life and language.
Chicken Salad. Cut the white meat
of chickens into small bits the size o
peas; chopthe white parts of celery
nearly as small ; prepare a dressing as
follows; Rub the yolks of hard boiled
eggs smooth; to each yolk put half tea
spoonful of mustard, the same quantity
of salt, a teaspoonfulof oil, and a wine
glass of vinegar. Mix the chicken and
celervina larra bowl, andnonr over
From India the Rev. X. Sheahadri
writes, that many of the native Chris
tians under his care are starving.
Julia Kavenaugh, the writer, has died
suddenly at Nice. She was S3 years old.
Her work was pnncitully in novel
writing. Dr. Aver, the issane medical million
aire, is not in an insane asylum, but is
among his friends, and his case is in
the hands of scientific men.
Mr. Longfellow's daughter, a beauti
ful blonde, Mfair and goluen haired like
the morning," is to be married soon to
R, II. Dana.
Texas pa pers record the death of Thos.
J. Pilgrim, who in 1S29 organized the
first Suuday School in that State, a! San
Feliie, Austin County.
James Freeman Clarke advocates the
admission of women on equal terms with
men a3 a necessary step for Harvard,
and declares his confiJence that the step
will soon le taken.
Miss Majfmbanks, the atlianced bride
of the Earl of Aberdeen, is as distin
guished for her intellect as for her per
sonal attractions. The other day she
made no less than three lengthy speeches
in reply to public deputations present
ing addresses of congratulation ujkhi the
forthcoming event and this notwith
standing Lord Aberdeen was piesent to
have replied on her behalf had she deem
ed it necessary.
The wifeof Associate Justice Swayne,
of the United States Supreme Court, is
one of the few descendants of those to
whem the lands atout Harper's Ferry
once belonged. She is a descendant
of Sarah Harper, the niece of Robert
Harper, for whom the place is named
and who was one of its early settlers
Miss Sarah Harper married Mr. Wager,
of Philadelphia. Wager was Mrs.
Swayne's family name, and her eldest
son, General Swayne, of Toledo, bears
Quean Victoria celebrated Hallowen
at Balmoral with quaint, old fashioned
ceremonies. A brilliant procession of
torch bearers marched through the
grounds in the still, dark night, prece
ded by the Queen's pipers playing lus
tily. After them came the Princess of
Wales and her little daughters, and the
Princess Beatrice, each carrying a nam
ing torch aloft. After marching round
the castle several times the Princess
Alexandra suid Beatrice lighted with
their torches the huge bonfire erected on
the green, and, with the rest of the gay
company, danced the torchlight dance
round the blazing pile, while the kindly
Queen looked on.
Did you ever notice how long it takes
a boy's hair to dry .when he has run
away and gone in swimming? It is
painful to boa boy with a mother con
stantly in fear that you will be brought
home from the river on a board. The
boy i3 commanded not to go in swim
ming, and he swears he won't, but hu
liai ke a little trooper. He thinks he
will go in and not get his hair wet, and
no one will know it; but just as begets
ready to come out of the water, a big
boy ducks him and then ho swears, and
when he crawls in at a back window at
ten o'clock at night, his mother, with a
press-board hid in the folds of her
dress, i3 the first obstacle he encounters.
Does she believe him when he tells her
he has been practising with the "first
nine" of a Sunday-school class? No!
She feels of his hair, finds it wet,
smells of it and finds it musty, and finds
his shirt wrong side out. Then she
spits upon her hands, and with the
press-board she works upon his tender
sensibilities bo that he goes to bed with
his hand on his aching heart, wishing
that he w;u a half orphan; and he
dreams that he is a stern wheel boat
running backward, and has collided
with a bargti loaded with benzine on
fire. The best way for a boy to do in
summer, is to have his hair shingled.
A Tasteful Arrangement.
A description of the window garden
of a friend may give a hint to flower
lovers: A bay window with an easter
ly and southeasterly exposure consti
tutes her conservatory. A large box
supported on iron brackets at the cen
tre window of the bay, is filled with
geraniums. Shelve?, also on iron brack
ets, are at the two side windows, upon
which pots of plants stand. A firm
bracket upon each side of the arch of
the window holds a pot with a trailing
vine. Four-armed bronze pot-bracketa
are screwed into the wall just above
these, and can be turned to or from the
light at pleasure. A rustic basket is
to hang from the centre of the arch ;
while a wire flower-stand, on rollers,
will find its position in the window, or
can be moved away at convenience- She
says, "I sometimes put different varie
ties of the same species of plant in the
same pot mingling more varieties in a
hanging basket than elsewhere ; but I
do not mix the species in this manner.
If that is done, the stronger plant ab
sorbs part of the life of the weaker one;
but neither thrive as well as when
List of Patents Issued to Western In
ventors. We are Indebted to Thomas G. Orwig, man
ager of the Iowa Patejtt Ornce, at Des
Moines, for the following list of Patent re
cently granted to Western Inventors: (For a
Drinted codt of the drawinrs and specifica
tions of any patent desired, enclose 25 cents
to Thomas G. Orwig, Solicitor of Patent, De
Anvil-vices Albt. Anderson, Nebras
ka City, Nebraska.
Butter-workers Royal "W. Barnard,
Fire-bending and upsetting attach
ments for punching and sheanne ma
chines Austin W. Comstock, Mount
Napkin-rings and holders John He
berling, Iowa City, Iowa, assienorof one
half his right to George W. Marquardt,
Cultivators Henry S. Hoyman, Stan
Breast-straps for harness Arthur G.
JCttt, Tndepeadeooe, Tm.
Caper .Vawcc Mix two ouncr of
butter and one spoonful of flour Un;tli
er in a small saucepan, then add a jint
of broth, set on the fire and stir till
thickened, when add capere to the Uvtc.
Give one boil, remove from the fire, add
salt, the yolk of an e?g. beaten with one
spoonful of water, and serve with toiled
mutton or toiled fwl.
tody Fingers. Rub half a pound of
butter into a jKuud of flour, add half n
pound of sugar, grate in the rind of two
lemons andMiueeze in the juice of one:
add three eggs : make into a roll the site
of the middle linger; it will spread In
the oven to a thin cake; dip in a choco
.-1 Iltlish fur llnakasL Take one
fourth pouud of fresh cheese, cut In
thin slices, put in a frying pun, turning
over it a large cupful of sweet milk;
.'uld one-fourth ttsispoonful of dry mus
t;ird, a pinch of salt and jvpper and a
piece of butter the size of a butternut;
stir the mixture all the time. Roll three
Itoston crackers very fine, and sprinkle
It in gpulually, then turn at once into a
warm dish, to bo sent to table Imme
Cotjte Tablets. Frenchman roasts
coffee, grinds it to tljur. moistens it
slightly, mixes it in twice its weight of
ovdered white sugar, and then presses
it into tablets. One of these tablets can
be dissolved at any timo in hot or cold
water, making at once the very infec
tion of coffee; and it is claimed that a
pound of berry will go much further
by this than by any other preparation
of the beverage.
Chese Pudding. This is a supper
dish. In two quarts of toiling water
containing two tablesjKonfuls of salt,
stir one pound of yellow Indian meal
and a quarter or a pound of grated
cheese; boil it for twenty minutes. stir
ring it occasionally to prevent burning;
then put it iu a greased b'ikuig pan;
sprinkle over the top a quarter of a
pound of grated cheese, and brown in a
quick oven. Serve it hot If any re
mains slice it cold and fry brown.
Improved .Method of I'lnsterlnj;.
Mr. IIilchingH, of Stoke Newington.
England has introduced a new method
of forming ceilings and other piaster
work which, for durability, saving f
time, and cleanliess, is unrivvltd. By
means of this system the plaster is pre
pared beforehand in slabs, which are
fixed expeditiously to the. j uhLs, forming
the celling at once ;us it would be when
lathed and plastered with the two coats
of lime and hair iu the old process.
The slabs or sheets are made in the fol
lowing manner: A layer of plaster of
Paris in a moisl or plastic state is spread
evenly on a fiat surface surrondeJ by
raised edges of the form to produce the
desired bevel of the edges of the slab or
sheet of canvas oi other woven fabric
of proper size, or a thin layer of loose
libers, which is made to embed itlf
into and adhere to the plaster. Two
lathes are then laid along two opposite
edges of the canvas, upon which another
laywr of plaster is spread evenly, and
toforo it sets a rough broom Is passed
over the surface of this secoued layer of
plaster to form a key for the finishing
coat. When the plaster is set the slabs
are nailed to the joistw, :w before inen
tionrd, and the joists are made go
with plaster of Paris. The third or
finishing layer of lime and plaster is
then applied to the ceiling in the ordi
nary way. Besides the advantages de
rived from rapid fixing, with the min
imum of dirt and inconvpr. nice, the
newceiling is practically uninfl irnma
ble, and very economical to put up.
Moreover, unlike the old plaster ceil
ing. it can never tocome detached from
the j lists; in fact, besides being self-supporting,
it braces and strengthens all
partitions and slight timbers.
A Nervonn (Jirl Suddenly Limm the
Power of Speech.
The case of Miss Agnes Eagan, the
operative in a Fall River mill, is one of
singular interest. Following are the
facts of the case as near as can le. learn
ed: Miss Eagan is a young lady nine
teen years of age, who lives with her
mother and two sisters, at the corner of
Seventh and Bedford streets. Fall River,
and has been employed forsome tirnoin
the Granite Mill, in that city. She is of
a very cheerful disiositIon, pleasant,
genial and a favorite with all who knew
her. Her manner is refined and lady
like; in feature and form she is comely,
and, for one in her position, she is re
markably intelligent. But for the past
six week3 she has appeared like one in a
dream, sober, taciturn ana melancholy,
a3 if she had a foreboding of some corn
ing misfortune. On Tuesday, the 6th
inst, she appeared more cheerful than
she had been for some time. She re
tired at the usual hour, but on arising
the next morning was very much de
pressed, ar d on being questioned as to
the cause replied: "I had a fearful dream
last night. I thought I went to the mill
and was talking with one of the girls,
and while talking with her I wa3 sud
denly unable to make any noise and did
not speak again, but was able to hear
anything which was said." Her friends
laughed at her, and Eaid she was foolish
to let such a thing worry her, and en
deavored to draw her mind from the
subject, but in vain. She continued to
talk about the matter while in the house,
and on arriving at the mill she told her
associates about itnd they ahn endeav
ored to show her the folly of her fear.
but to no purpose. About 11 o'clock one
of her chum3 said to her: "Agnes, are
you going to the party to-morrow night?
She replied: "No, I think not; I do"
and she was dumb. Her dream was a
dream no longer, but a stern reality,
Not a sound could she make. The3hock
was preceded by a sharp tingling sensa
tion in the throat, extending through
the entire system. She made known
her condition by means of writing, and
aphymcian was summoned, who pro
nounced . the attack a nervous one, and
stated that with care she would recov
er; that many persons have lost their
yoicea in the same manner, and advised
th of h Metric UiUtt. Rul Uj
voting lady refusal lo sjrcl hrWf n
h U nnle of trorttmns, ami U;M h-
c n3dent if they 1 Id sh" woH ;u.v
tV v.vw of uht awl Ur1iC.
Sirwv the attack Msu F?nn kv rrotT
hex former chrfBl difM(Uoa
nl appuenlty happy awI coatoav-
.11 before her mksfonttn Slv ix
r -ned her duties at tie mill, ami bcr
fi.rndi hoie that with aire she wtll In
tm.e recover her ijNctv. le $..
v nmuig them : of !d. ml hr voter
is hushed, am! Ue power U arUculalo
set'iii to liav guoe from h-x ottUrgiy.
Ieconittl candlon for tt lit fKtrutn
residences have of ln? Tr lkwm
very iopuhir In Nw V.kI:. A slcl
firm in this city, which ww the nrst to
introduce the mvelt. now sWls many
thousand dollar' worth of camlim a
year. White candle were found t
cold and plain fr liands-moly funtttttn!
rooms, and colored ons we.re lnt a
slight improvement; hence decoratM
candles, tainted in design and color?
to match the decmi!i and slvtttof Ibn
room they are intended Uvr, came tuto
lue. For a room the prevailing color of
which is blue, the csiutle in the ceitle.r
of the cnndlebni will have a Wise
groundwork, and the kle ones will
have gold with blue touches, and all
will have the monogram of Uwuwicn
of the house. If a ntn in decorated
with hVur de- lis.the same re also jmlnt
ed in miniature on the candltw. Can
dies for room decorated m the style of
Louis XVI. ire painted In light rolors.
ami with the peculiar long oval scroll
characti ristic of that t)!e. For rillsa
tothan noms, on the other iiaud, the
colors are heavy, and the clutrnctertntlc
elntorate s'r.ij woik is emplorcd. The
Japanese rooms nqu re candle with
Japanese chat net eta Tt.ee are usually,
thi-ugh nt invariably, painted on red
jjio'indworK. which give them a very
striking elbct. For rompeiiuu nmis
th- pit vad:ng color until on thocaittllm
is tie famous Pompeiiau red. Fre
qut t:t'). tt . a candle, while derorated
l! e. f,ral nvpt-ets according to the
prim- p'en laid down, in made to a npec
Ml w emblematical of Its declined
u-e. Thu?.n candle intended foraUtch
eloi's lihruiy is adorned with an owl
smoking a pipe; another, for a New
F.nghtud family, i pntiitM with the
trailing arbutus, or "M i dower." which
is as dear to the Xew Knglaud heart a
shamrock to the Irish. Smm of the
emblems an fanciful. One. for example,
toenlorce the habit of keeping early
hours, has the convolvuluH or "morning
glory." which cloies iu the eveulnw. and
the cock, which rise early, thus ei -IxmI
ing the old saw, "F.arly to hit I ami
early to rise."
In all c.ises the candles are decorated
by expei t artist, and their prlev. which
ranges from M cents p to 10 a pltee.
depends entire! v uiou the workmanship
and artthtic taste dutplayed in their or
namentation. The painting Is done in
water (l)odyj colon; oil colors take longer
to dry, have a shit y ami unsatisfactory
efTect, and are, th re fore. Jeia suitable.
The rage for decorated candle La
had a prolonged run In Xew York, and
although the interest ha mhucw hat ul
sided, it Ik likely to be renewed with
the advent of the holiday se:ion. ft'rto
Million ot Ital.
A San Autonia ('I xaj correspondent
writes: Our ol.jectivo jwdnt wan the
great bat e;ive some ten mile northe;it
of the little town of Selma. n place sel
dom visited by r.orthern I'-urhta. When
within Iejw than a mile of the cave
which is situated on the cret of a high
bluff that may be called an irregular ta
ble land Gen. Ord directed my atten
tion to an Iminex.Mf dark nhadow In the
horizon, extending from the ground line,
high up into the heavens. It had all the
appearand? of a very strong volume of
smoke issuing from the funnel of a gi
gantic ocean steamer. MIt looks like
smoke," said the general, "but It Is aim
ply a cloud of bats issuing fxom the
cave." On approaching nearer I could
distinctly make out the fling vermin
which were truly thicker than any
Hwarm of bee I had ever H'-en, and
there appeared to be no end of them.
We soon reached the cave, which dipi
into a brambly gorge, and from the ca
pacious mouth, shaped like the half
rh'jked uri'h of a bridge, we. could rj
the bats flying out iu tens of thousands,
the columns growing deeper every sec
ond. The cave Is gloomy aa the realms
of Pinto, having a gentle, decline for
some hundreds of feet, the roof ldng
quite lofty, and the xr l?ing covered
to an incalculable depth with guano de
posit, which exhales an tflliviurn calcu
lated to knock down the strongest kind
of ahone. The guano will be more ef
ficient as a barrier against lurking des
peradoes than all the police in Tsrxaa.
Bats, as you know, do not terch singly,
but hang to the wall and to each other,
jusi 33 bees do when in "swarm." The
temperature of the cave is sufficiently
low to prevent thein from becoming
heated, and how thy manage to sup
port the enormous weight of their own
masses i3 a question which only prac
tical naturalists can solve. They min
age Ui do it, though, without the slight
est apparent discomfort. And there
cannot, at a moderate computation to
U 33 than thirty mii.ions of bjits in thoaa
Maryland girls won't murry in the
full of the moon, believing that they
would have lllduck all through life
butan Iowa girl wouldn't Ie: forty full
moons stop her ten seconds.
' Ah. parson, I wish i could carry my
gold with me," satd a dying man to nis
pastor. -It might melt," was the con
uAt what age were you married?" she
asked inqusitivefy. But the lady was
equal to the emergency, and quietly re
sponded, "At the parson-age
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