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BULLS AND BEARS.
The farmer with the baaiier ranks:
He's not aTrasd oi ' bulls anil bears;'
3e manages substantial baalts.
In which he holds advancing" shares.
Tender a.s lamba. fit Tor the slaashier:
Lively" thestocShehastowato:.
"His banks are banks of loam nnd clay.
His shares are plow-shares in the mold,
latere he trusts, and pets his pay
Tn dividends ol green and gold.
H:s "margins" are in fields grown over
With crops, and he can -l.ve m clover."
Hisstocliir "iloxra" Is sure to "rise"
"When he "calls" "white lace," "spot" tod
"roan:"
And he is " cute" and worldly wse
"When spccalihors ask a loan.
Tie prospers well at money-mahin
E'en when his richest bants arc breaking.
The farmer with his "spanking" team.
L-Shtroot" nnd "Swirt," can sweep the
plain.
His "spleniLd sorrel" and h:s "cream"
VU "tahenouusV' i'-h might and mane;
They speed in tr.umph last and faster,
ITp-hill and down without disaster.
H s face is bronzed, his hands arc brown,
Unt on h s name there is no sta-n.
He sleeps well when h.s stock is down.
For well he knows 'tw.ll ric asa:n.
And when time brins fate's rainy weather
He'll discount what hes " put" together.
In field and orchard we behold
The plowman's promissory notes.
H:s green backs are redeemed w.tn sold,
Andnotwth "stuS" the broker floats.
H:s test protection h.s cood sense is,
"or bulls nor bears break down his fences.
George IV. Hanay, :a Harper's Weekly.
MIRIAM.
IsEoEiiCBOiHeateMrtillL
By Manda L. Crocker
K.
Corrracnr. 1SSJ.
CHAPTER 23. cosnxrrD.
All the ncrt day she sat by her beloved
dead, btunncd wi'h the a-.vful sense of her
uereavernent. The benrants wont softly
uihkil the house with sorrowful faces, and
the. :tt;:idants came :n and went out of the
room and she s-can.ely kne w iu Txvice they
broujiht little Artauria the silent, darkened
r.xia to see his papa, but the sight of the
-.vo together she could not bear, so when
the baby teased "to see what made papa
a.eep so cold." they took hint off iu the gar
' --n and talked awny his curiosity concem
mg the dead.
The last sad rites uad been performed;
the solemn -looking hca-ae. craped m black
t rape looped witn silver stars, had gene.
Arthur s friends had gone home, all but
Patty, the youngest titter, and ilinarnsal
in her beaut.f ul home a widow.
limy would stay with her all the coming
dreary winter she had promised as much,
and ty the sprinirtizic she should know,
perhaps, what was bei to do.
AVhen the spring laughed merrily over
the isles and" ilowcrs came, they went
abroad for a month. Little Arthur's
health seemed to demand a ehanze. and the
devoted mother heid no sacrifice too
grrtit for her child.
iliriaui had her plans. She would travel
a little, and, in returning, would coaie
home by Hastings, and, if she could, would
venture on a vis.! to the Hali. Perhaps
r father might forgive her for the sake
T" herbeartifuL. fatherless child.
'j.vue, che had written him acquainting
him of Arthur's death, aad he had left the
servants to make the reply, and send com
fort and sympathy; but he was old aad
very strange, any way, and a letter, after
alL was not like seeing them. Patty
thought it would work no harm to try a
visit to fieatherleigh, at least; she wished
to visit Beechwood once more, although
stranger hands had desecrated her favor
ite walks, no uoubt.
Aad Patty blue - eyed, kind-hearted
Patricia, who made the best of sisters
superintended it all, aad left Miriam to
seek solace ax.d comfort care-free, aad the
weary-hearted mother felt she never could
be thankful enomrh for such a priceless
companion as dear little sister Patty.
Again, she sat by the window, in the
eventide, looking out over the cLffs and the
sea; azaia the death fiat had gone forth,
and "the flower that grew between" was
ruthlessly snapjwd from its parent stem.
Patricia sat near her, dropping tears on
-ome broken toys she had treasured up
from the nursery. .;Ae could not weep
now; ke was too desolate. God had seem
ingly forgotten her and left her without a
rayof hope, without a single string on
love's harp unbroken. Away out in the
ofangshe saw a white-winged ship, with
tint of sunset tingeing its sails the faintest
of ro-e hues. That was, doubtless, the
me-scr.gcr she had sent bearing a long,
lone letter to one whom she had never seen,
bat the missive contained a request, never
theless. The tear-stained pages, when unfolded
at Bay View cottage, tucked down by the
blue waters of the arraguasett, would re
veal something like this :
"I am alone. God pity me! A stranger
in mine own laud. Bereaved of husband
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aad child in one short half year, I am deso
late. Shut from a father's doors. I am in
the depths of isolated sorrow. I have an
abundance of means, and would be so
burden: could I come to youl I am but a
stranger to you also, but yon were xny
mother's friend; will you not be mine al-
SO
Then this was the message she had sect.
iPicia knew it, and Lad demurred there-
J.ja.- "-ut she must go. Shfc had told herself
1 " iit a week after the clods rattled down on
cer baby's coffin, and if she received an
.answer "from Bay View telling her that her
mother's friend still resided there she
would sell her beautiful home and leave her
Tiative land forever the land which had
held nothing but sorrows for her from her
C4t-J 'jod.
k.(xa's lover and affianced husband
Tvoild "purchase The Rest, aad it would
remain in the Fairfax family. Bad little
Arthur lived she would have continued
her residence here and would have kept the
elegant home, beautified and cared for, for
him.
But with his death all her plans cher
ished for bis future were laid r-way with
him, and nothing now remained but to get
away from it all.
The breeze swept np from the sea and
through the open casement, dallying with
the loose crape sleeve of her dress, the
sweet English violets lent their breath to
the caress of the wind, and a bird in the
garden below began its vesper song.
Miriam shut her eyes and leaned back in
fond baby fingers stealing up around her
neck, and of a deep, musical voice calling
tenderly across the vale: "Miriam, dearest,
good-bye."
Patricia rose quietly and glanced at her
sister-in-law, and seeing her eyes closed
said, softly: "She is resting, poor darling."
Then she went out, leaving her, as she
thought, to a refreshing cap.
"Of course," she said to herself, with a
bright blush of happiness. "Of course,
Hollis will purchase Miriam's home if she
wishes to dispose of it, but we would rather
she would live with us instead of going to
America."
And the lithe little English girl glanced
down on one dimpled hand, where a brilliant
sclitairc flashed in silent affiaiative.
Miriam opened her eyes slowly. Patricia
had gone down-stairs, and she was alone,
alone in the sweet June twilight, with the
Hiusic of the clear, evening bells, chorusing
thedeepbassof the sea, floating tenderly,
softly around her. The plaintive song of
Robin Adair came up from below, and shj
knew the old man with his bagpipes was
makiughis rounds once more for 'just wan
ha'-penny, please." "Friendless aud poor,
perhaps sorrowful also," she murmured,
leaning over the window ledsre.
Yes; he was coming her way, and would
stop just beneath her window, as usuaL
Poor old fellow; he aped the dress of the
Highlander and doubtless thought the
music of his bagpipes equal to any of
Scott's minstrel melodies. WW1, he was a
sorry-lookhig minstrel of the degenerate
latter days, to say the least.
There, what was that he was singing, in
his rich Scotch brogue? Hark! the soi.g
had changed, and ''Where my bonnie love
lies sleeping"' is what ho essays in his
quaint voice. She would go down and drop
a penny in the withered palm.
"Why do you sing that sorrowful song,
my friendr'questionedMiriam, openingthe
lower sash and reeomiizing in the dreamy
i.ght the picturesque garb of the aged man
whom Arthur loved to hear sing.
The song ceased, and caressing his bag
pities with loving touch he made answer:
"Ah! lady fair, sair is me heart for the
boanie love gone out of me life."
"Then your love is dead as well as mine."
said Miriam, with a tremor of hopeless pain
running through her words.
The quick car of the man with the rusty
looking bagpipes noted the quaver of tears
in her voice, and a sudden mist came be
tween him and tne world.
"Yes, me daning is dead," he reniied,
'butthegude God's will be done; Pm not
the wan to be unhappy, ma'am, for wan
glorious day I'll cross over where the music
is finer, and I'll find her there" !
He put his trembling fingers once more
en his pipes, dropped his head and began :
"And where my love lies slccrin
The angels keep watch and ward."
"Don't! don't!" wailed Miriam, in a
helpless tone, "you nunm to comfort, no
doubt, but you only wound afresh. I caa
not say with you that I am not unhappy,
for I am so miserable, so desolate, so
crushed ! Here is money for your comfort,
if there bo any comfort in it; but do not
sing that song for me again, please."
She put a handful of shining silver pieces
in the faded cap, and bidding him "good
night," shut the window down gently and
went upstairs.
"Bagpipes belong to the Scotchman, I
know." she said to Patty on the stairs,
"but they worry me to-night as much as if
they were in the hands of unsophisticated
Ted"dy McGlynn."
But Patricia knew that Miriam was trying
to dissemble.
CHAPTER SIX
As days slipped into months and years
at the Hall, Sir RupertPercival grew stead
ily more morose and discontented.
Harder and harder to please, he often
found an occasion for abusing the servants
roundly for some trivial matter or imagin
ary dereliction. In short, theservants began
to think their master's mind had weakened
sadly since Miriam had gone.
Often, quite often, they could hear him
walking about the dark, gloomy corridors
far into the night, and mutter to himself of
the absent daughter and of the dear, dead
wife. Sometimes in his midnightmarches
they could hear him bemoaning the strange
decree of crael destiny that hung like a
pall over Hcatherleign, and cursed his life
with such relentless fate. And in their
hearts they speculated and wondered
where and how it would all end.
The weeks dragged: each successive
week being a perfect counterpart of the
preceding. Even the chapel bells in the
distance sounded dirces forthe sunny Sab
baths of merry old England, and the even
ing chimes came to the solemn doors like
smothered moans over the couch of some
dear, dead friend.
The dxvellers of the country side kept
aloof from the Hall, as if some sort of dark
necromancy held sway beneath its ancient
gables: they shrank from the presence of
its aggravated and perplexed master with
common consent, and pitied the servants
imprisoned under his iron rule.
Occasionally the servants would steal
away across the fields to their sympathizing
neighbors for a social chat and to air some
new whim of their peculiar-minded master.
But seldom did theservants' quarters at the
Hall behold a visitor or the overjoyed in
mates entertain a caller, for a superstitious
fear of something uncanny and unexplain
able kept them away.
Taken altogether life at Heatherleich was
other than enviable. Four years of this
silent, aimless life at the Hall had gone the
way of the sunsets, and once more the sad
anniversary of Miriam's departure had
dawned.
The inmates of the Hall had heard once
from Miriam Percival Fairfax, and her hus
band. Arthur, had succeeded, so rumor had
it, far beyond his most sanguine expecta
tions, and now was a gentleman of wealth
and much influence in the first circles of his
city. But although the servants tad a gen
eral time of rejoicing when the good news
reached them, the aged father gave no sign
of joy, or even gratification, over the very
desirable good fortune.
Yet, strange to say, he did not venturo a
word of reprimand to check the flow of re
joicing, nor seem "put out" with their cheer
ful, happy faces and lightheartedness. The
influence, rather, of their merry speeches
and glad manner seemed to settle down
over his irritabieness in a sort of calm,
soothing way thatrendered his presence and
commands more endurable. And it seemed,
as old Peggy bad said, that "the climax av
his timpcr" bad been rached, praise the
saints."
And now the fourth anniversary of the
daughter's flight had dawned, and it bad
been quite a while since any news of her
had been received at HeaUerleigh.
Peggy Ciarkson, faithful old bouL bad
been growing uneasy for some time, and
bad been praying to her patron saint "for
news direcht from the young misthress,"
when there came a vague rumor floating
about the country side that the health of
Arthur Fairfax had failed. Doubtless from
overwork, they said, waen an abundance
was wasting at the Hall.
"There's no livin' sowl aware how sune the
gintlemon will dhrapoff and lave the puir
childer comfortless," Peggy would a ay
when a fresh rumor would reach them.
But on this eventful day John had gone
to the city on an errand for Sir Kupert.
The austere master had grown to trust John
to transact many little affairs, which, al
though important enough, had become dis
tasteful and irksome in his old days.
It was a little transaction of this kind
which took John to the city on this memor
able day. On his return he had sought Sir
B.u port's apartments hurriedly, and handed
him a letter with a black seal
His master was lying on a couch, near the
window, in the cold, unrertain light of the
autumn afternoon. He turned wearily over
toivard the shimmering sunlight, and
stared at the suggestive seal of black; then
he said, hurriedly: "Pull the curtain aside,
John." Then with trembling finders Sir Ru
pert Percival broke the badge of death, and
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SIB KCTEET r.HOEE THE DAHGE OF DEATH.
read the solitary line written in Miriam's
fine, lady-like hand. Over and over the
one single sentence he went, forgetful
of John's presence. The servant would
have cone down-stairs, as was his wont
after delivering a message, but iu this case
his inquisitive anxiety overcame his man
ners, and he stood with hungry eyes fixed
on the master's white, haggard -looking
face, shrewdly guessing it was from the
long-absent daughter, and trying to divine
the contents of the epistle.
Presently the old man looked wearily,
sad.yfrcm the letter to the anxious face
bending over him. and said, as if measur
ing each word by its sorrowful meaning:
"He is dead Fairfax is dead, and Miriam
is a widow " Then he turned his white face
away in the shadow of the curtain, and
motioned to John his dismissaL
"Miram has written."' said the tender
hearted John to the servaats, as he wiped
his eyes with his handkerchief. "Her
husband is dead; ves, Arthur Fairfax is
dead!"
A moan escaped the lips of the little
group gathered about.tlieir lonely dinner at
the close of this memorable day. -"Poor
Miriam," and John made another applica
tion of the handkerchief to hide the tears
gathering in his honest eyes.
"An' it's dead ye say he is! Oh! this
wurruld is full of throuble. Dead, an' not
a pairson to comfort the misthress. Oh!
Oi expected it." And Pegi:y bowed her
gray head on the table aad wept aloud.
"Dead!" echoed AnciL shaking his
whitened locks as he knocked the ashes out
of his pipe against the broad, hospitable
jamb, and came over and sat down by his
wife. "An' now the masther'll be afthur
sendin' fur the heart-bhroken misthress
an' repintin' ov bis sins," ventured ho
further as a sort of comfort.
"An' he won't nayther!" blazed Peggy,
angrily, and suddenly forgetting to sob
in her resentment of any thing humane
as expected of Sir Rupert. "Xiver! whin
he let the young gintleman wurruk hissclf
into the grave, and niver a welcome loine
could he sind not even to Act-."
As usual, Ancil subsided with his notions
of charity and devoted himself to his dinner,
while Peggy enlarged en the doings of the
past and wandered off into the future, with
very severe opinions concerning her mas
ter. She was the ruling faction in the west
wing, and wacn any one of its inmates ex
pressed the hope, or belief, that Sir P.upert
would send for Miriam, or may be go to
her himself, "seeing she was in mourning
so soon again," Peggy would shake hercap
ruSies into confusion dire in her authority.
Her negatives usually silenced all hopeful
expectation as with the spell of a seer,
capped with her Hibernian climax of
"niver a b.t will the haythuuish masthur
go to the childer; hewuddoie forninst the
day of puir stubborn maneaess."
And uncharitable as Feggy seemed, she
was, nevertheless, nsht in her assertions,
for not a word of condolence or pity did Sir
Rupert send to his bereaved daughter,
neither did he express any sympathy he
might have felt for her in her sore be
reavement. But Peggy, good old soul, sent a letter
brimful of comfort and loving sympathy to
the lonely-hearted Miriam, "unbeknowin'
to the masthur," for, as she confided to
John, who smuggled the missive in with
the mail of the HalL "he needn't think as
how the whole wurruld is goin' to walk in
the loikes of his mane footstheps." And so
the long letter of condolence indicted to
Miriam by the faithful Peggy was sent,
and all the servants promised to keep it
secret from the master. They never forgot
his commands of four years ago, to never
mention Miriam's name in his hearing, nor
to appear concerned in her welfare for
fear of his wrath. These orders they had
never broken, with the exception of the
time when they heard of Arthur Fairfax
having gained in wealth and position. In
keeping their thoughts far from the master's
ken they had "grown wise as serpents and
harmless as doves."
Some weeks after the cuckoo had sound
ed its note along the sunny hedges and told
the pleasant story that spring had come,
there fell another memorable dav to the
HalL
All winter long the inmates of Heather
leigh had lived in utter seclusion from the
merry outside world and catered patiently
to the whims of Sir Rupert. And when
the snows vanished from park and lawn,
and the dry alder leaves whirled sorrowful
ly into odd corners at sight of budding
life, and the dark-budded elms bowed gent
ly to the great English ivy which had been
clutching with naked arms at the weather-stained
facade and dreary dormer win
dows in their wealth of bursting new life,
there came a break in the routine.
Up the long silent avenue came, winding
slowly aa if in fear of intrusion, a close
carriage. Sir Rupert was in his own apart,
ments,and theservants were lolling list
lessly about the grounds, when the sound
fwheels came to their ears. They started
up with beating hearts as the welcome
break in the monotony dawned on them
and an exclamation of surprise burst in
voluntarily from their lips while they
came together on the flagging as if by
magic, and gazed at the carriage and into
each other's faces in an inquiring, mystified
way.
When the carriage stopped at the front
entrance a lady dressed in deep xztcorniag
alighted, and leading a bright little child
slowly along over the flags, she came to
ward them. And when quite near she
threw back her black vail revealing a very
sad, but familiar face. It was Miriam; Miri
am, the lost-lost daughter.
"Oh. blissed Vargin, an' it's none other
than the young misthress, the swate little
leddy herself. An' she's a briagin' the
angel of a darlin' b'y with her." And the
excited tragical old housekeeper rushed to
ward Miriam, with the overjoyed group in
her wake.
Sir Rupert looked from his window. He
had wakened from his drowsy, listless
dreaming he so much indulged in, and
heard the unusual stir below. And, hurry
ing to the pane, he was just m time to see
and bear the tumultuous greeting of the
servants. It was seme minutes, however,
before he could make out who it was that
had come and raised such an unearthly
hubbub among the generally well-behaved
inmates of the hall.
CEAPTEK XIH.
Drawing aside the heavy curtain he
silently watched the animated group below.
A wondering expression taking the place
of the usual sullen demeanor was soon sup
planted by one of recognition. Then a
pleased, happy lLrht so foreign to him
dawned in those hard, cruel gray eyes as
they rested on the crape-clad figure of
Miriam and then en the fair child now m
her arms.
And. doubtless, the angel of love, poising
on white wings above the grjy-haired
father, was waiting to catch the first syl
lable of endearing forgiveness; but the
light died out in his face, and no word of
affection had escaped the thin lips, although
they worked convulsively in their struggle
against the better prompting. In a moment
more the victory in favor of cruel hardness
of heart had been wen, and the uncompro
mising lines settled back around the firm
mouth, and the spirit of his accursed an
cestor swayed Sir Rupert with its evil
power.
Hurrying down the long flight of stairs as
fast as his aged limbs would carry him. he
reached the great hall door just before the
daughter essayed to cross the flagged pave
ment in front
Miriam looked up and saw her father
standing there; but oh! how changed, how
frail and white-haired he had grown since
since. Ah! well, how careworn his face,
but he was still angry. Her heart sank
like lead at sight of the stern, repulsive look
on his countenance, but she said in a wist
ful, piteous way: "There is father." But
the glad light of recognition which had
leaped to her sweet eyes and had tinged the
fine face with a Utile flush of happy light
died out suddenly, leaving it paler by con
trast, for no answering gladness of heart
reflected in response on the paternal brow.
Begone! begone!" he shouted, as Miri
am made a move toward him. "Don't come
near me unless you beg my pardon, my
forgiveness; unless you can do that, don't
come near me, I say!"
His angry face was startling and pitiful
in the extreme to see, framed in by the
long, white, silken locks that swept his
shoulders.
He was clinging to a pillar now, as she
gazed at him, with his left hand and arm,
and waving his children imperiously off
with bis right.
Miriam put down the wondering child on
the paved walk and stretched out her arms
toward her father impulsively, while a
strange light crept into her proud face.
1TO UC COSTINL'ED.J
THE SIBERIAN TUNDRAS.
Dreary Slogs Plains That Are Inexpressi
bly .Lonely anil Hcsolmte.
No traveler, perhaps, has given a more
complete and accurate accountof the dreary
moss plains of Northern Siberia than
George Kennan, whose description of the
region we quote at length. He says: "The
northern coast of Siberia, between Cape
Chelyuskin and Behring Strait, is probably
the most barren and inhospitable part of
the whole Russian Empire. For hundreds
of miles back from the Arctic Ocean the
country consists almost entirely of great
desolate steppes, known to the Russians as
tundras (pronounced toondras), which in
summer are almost impassable wastes of
brownish arctic moss, saturated with water,
and in winter trackless deserts of snow,
drifted and packed by polar gales into long,
hard, fluted waves. The Siberian tundra
differs in many essential particulars from
all other tireless plains. In the first
place, it has a foundation of permanently
frozen ground. Underlying the great moss
tundras which border the Lena river
north of Yakoctsk there is everywhere
a thick stratum of eternal frost, beginning
in the winter at the surface of the earth
and iu summer at a point twenty or thirty
inches below the surface and extending to
a depth of many hundred feet. What
scanty vegetation, therefore, the tundra
affords roots itself and finds its nourish
ment ia a thin layer of unfrozen ground a
mere veneering of arable soil resting upon
a substratum, five hundred or six hundred
feet in depth, of permanent and impen
etrable ice. This foundation of ice is im
pervious, of course, to water, and as the
snow melts in summer the water e- aiplete
ly saturates to as great a depth as it can
penetrate, and, with the aid of the con
tinuous daylight of June and July, stimu
lates a dense, luxurious crowth of irrav
arctic moss. The moss, in course of time, j
covers the entire plain with a soft, yielding J
casaicn, in which a pedestrian will sink to
the knee without finding auy solid footing.
Moss has grown out of decaying moss year
after year, and century after century, until
the whole tundra for thousands ofsquare
miles is a vast spongy bog. Of other vege
tation there is little or none. A clump of
dwarf berry bushes, an occasional tuft
of coarse swamp grass, or a patch of
storm and cold-defying kedrovnik, diversi
fies, perhaps, here and there, the vast.
brownish-gray expanse, but, generally ,
speaking, the eye may sweep the whole
circle of the horizon and see nothing but '
the sky and moss. At all seasons ana un
der all circumstances this immense border- '
land of moss tundras is a land of desolation. )
Throughout the entire winter it presents a
picture of inexpressible dreariness and j
desolation. Even at noon, when the sea-
like expanse of storm-driven snow is flushed '
faintly by the red, gloomy light of the low-'
hanging sun, it depresses the spirits and
chills tne imagination with its suggestions i
of infinite dreariness and solitude; but at
night, when it cesses to be bounded even by
the horizon, because the horizon can no '
longer be distinguished, when the pale,
green streamers of the aurora begin to
weep back and forth over a dark segment j
of a circle in the north, fighting up the
whole white world with transitory flashes
of ghostly radiance and adding mystery to
darkness aad solitude then the Siberia
tundra not only becomes inexpressibly
lonely and desolate, bat takes on a stranjre,
hmlf-tVrrible nnearthliness, which awes and
yet fascinates the imagination." CafcafO
Inter Ocean
LIFE IN LABRADOR.
A Land Wit hoot Doctors or Lawyers Mow
the Native Live.
The manner of subsistence of all the
Indians and half-breed population of
Lnbrador is practically the same. The
ilontugnais and Xasquapees live in
lodges tbe year round, whether in the
interior or upon the coast. The Esqui
maux generally live in igioes. a sort
of turf-covered wigwam, when in the
interior, nnd when at the missions in
rude huts modeled after the igloe:
while the few remaining inland hunt
ing Indians seldom appear upon the
const, unless driven in by famine, or
when they come to the villages to bar
ter, when they bring all their belong
ings down the rivers and in.eta in
open boats, camping at" night under
sealskin tents. . The coast Labrador
ians. and there are not sixhundred
others, are occupied in sealing in the
early spring; they fish in tho summer,
hunt and trap in the winter: and.these
occupations are common to all. includ
ing half-breeds and whites. There is
nothing else to be done, whatever the
ability or inclination.
In the extreme north the clothing
is exclusively sealskin; and on the
south shore the attire is a combina
tion of sealskin and fustian, the
lattor being especially prized for
withstanding the cruel winds and
storms of the region. The num
ber of stockings worn by these
folks is often astonishing. Four, five,
and sometimes a half dozen, are used
inside their sealskin boots. There is
nothing striking about the dress of
the few white women who are here,
save that they remind one, in the
mountain of clothing they bundle up
on themselves, of the tremendous
skirts of the women of Irish Conne
mara. But the Indian women of the
South and the Esquimaux women of
the North are wonderfully nparalleled.
Any thing they can get their hands
upon possessing gorgeous color is
used for decoration. They almost
equal American women in this respect.
Perhaps this is more noticeable among
the women of tho St. Lawrence coast
than with the Northern Esquimaux.
The dress of the latter usually con
sists of huge sealskin boots, petti
coats, a sealskin garment covering the
whole person from the neck to the
knees, trimmed with white fur. a cap
enveloping the entire head, and a sort
of baggy cape or hood hanging down
the back, in which their fat little
babies are carried. The cradle is
unknown among the Esquimaux: but
the universal tendency of all mothers
to bounce, sway and heave about
the helpless infants is illustrated
here in the "jigging" of the Esquimau
child in its aerial cradle. Walking or
sitting, the Esquimau mother has an
endless movement, like that of an old
tar under a heavy sea. It is a writh
ing, weaving, swaying motion "which
can not be adequately described. But
it suffices, and the fat mother gets a
good deal of exercise out of it, what
ever the effect upon the baby.
Only among the half-breed women
are there forms and faces that are at
tractive as civilized folk judge these
things. The compensation is here,
however, for nearly all Esquimau
women will measure in girth what
they will in height, and all forms of
fat represent the Labradorian idea of
both utility and beauty. At child
bearing their own women officiate as
midwives. and they get along very
well in every respect without a physi
cian. There is not a resident doctor
in Labrador, nor for that matter a
lawyer, and our timber-hunting friend
regards this fact as a forceful argu
ment against American high-pressure
civilization and Boston ethical culture.
Edgar L. Wakeman, in Troy (X. Y.)
Times.
Squeers (on Mt. Washington)
Whew, isn't it cold?" Nickleby
Why, I feel as warm as toast." You
do. Why. man, the thermometer is
down to sixteen degrees." Well, I
feel as warm as toast, just tbe same
that is boarding-houee-toast." X. Y.
Sun.
THE GENERAL MARKETS.
KANSAS
CATTLE Shipping steers
Butcher steers
Native caws
HOGS Good to choice heaTy.
WHEAT No.'J red
No. -soft
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FLOUR Patents, per sack. ..
HAY Baled
BUTTER Choice creamery..
CITY. Oct. U.
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EGGS Choice
BACON Hams
Shoulders............
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POTATOES
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CATTLE Shipping steers....
Batchers' steers...
HOGS Packing
SHEEP Fairio choice
FLOUB Choice
WHEAT No. S red
COBjNNo.3.... .........
OATS No '
4 X X Vl
BUTTE B Creamery
POKK.
CHICAGO.
CATTLE SWpptnz steers....
HOGS Packing aad shipping.
SHEEP Falrto choice
FLOUR Waiter wheat
WHEAT-Ko.Sred
OATS No.2. ....... ........
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BUTTER-Oreanery
PORK
NEW YORK.
CATTLE OoauBoa to prime..
HOGS Good to choice
FLOUR Good ts choice
WHEAT No. ared
CORN No. 8
OATS Western mixed
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A Pleaalnr Seaa
Of health aad strength renewed and of
ease aad comfort follows the use of Syrap
of Furs, as it acts ia.barmony with nature
to effectually cleanse "the system when
costive or bilious. For sale in 50c and fl.09
bottles by all leading druggist.
Thk Km? and Queen cf Greece have
even children, the youngest a year old.
The Princess Alexander is a very pretty
girl of nineteen.
A plain cold rinsr was lately found by a
Washinptnn (X. C.) man imbedded in a
large block of ice.
Don't Waste Your Time
and monev experimenting with doubtful
remedies, when lr. Pierce s (Joldeu iledi
cal Discovery is so positively certain in it
curative action as to warrant its manufact
urers in supplymsitto the public as they are
doinfr through drupgists, uudera duly ex
ecuted ceruncate of guarantee, that it will
accomplish all it is recommended to do, or
money paid for it will be promptly returned
It cures torpid liver or biliousness, indi
gestion or dyspepsia, all humors, or blood
taints, from 'whatever cause arising, skin
and scalp diseae-. scrofulous affections,
(not excepting consumption, or lunu-scrof-ula),
if taken in time and given a fair trial.
Thousands of cures follow the use of Dr.
Sage's Catarrh Remedy. 50 cents.
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MiBT "Mebby I'm ugly now. mum, but
in me day I've broken a great many hearts."
Mistress ''Well, Mary, if you handed
hearts tbe way you do my best china, I be
lieve you."
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Rev. Dr. Bell. Editor of the 3Iit-Co?ui-uent,
Kansas City, Mo., says in Its issue of
Oct. 1st, 1S&7:
It is to be believed that Dr. Shallenberg
er, of Rochester, Pa., has a sure remedy for
Fever and Ague. A gentleman in our em
ploy suffered greatly from Malaria, and
tried many remedies to no purpose: when,
seeing this antidote advertised, tried it,
w;is immediately relieved, and finally cured.
This was two years since, and he has had
no return of his trouble.
Never before," says the Paris corre
spondent of the London Telegraph, "has
work been so abundant and so well re
munerated in the city as during tho exhibi
tion season."
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Oregon, the Iaradie of Farmers.
Mild, equable climate, certain and abundant
crops. Best fruit, grain, grass, stock conntry
in tne world. Full informauon free. Address
Oregon Immigration Board.Portland,Oregou
MR. LABorcHEEE says that if the Pnnco
of Wales were to appear in petticoats tho
streets of London would soon be filled with,
men ia the same garments.
The man who is profitably employed is
generally a happy man. "If you are no
happy it may be Because you have not found
your proper work. e 'earnestly urge all
such persons to write to B. F. Johnson &
Co., 1009 Mam street. Richmond. Va., and
they can show you a work in which you can
be happily and profitably employed."
"Wife "Am I. then. licver to have mv
own way!" Husband Certainly, my
dovey; wnen we are both asreed vou can
have your way, and when we duTer I'll have
mine."
Iryouare tired taking the large. old-fashioned
griping pills, try Carter's Little Liver
Pills and tak some comfort. A man can't
stand everything. One pill a dose. Try them-
"Is what lisht," asked tho teacher, "did
the Emperor iS'ero regard the Christians at
Romel" And the smart bad boy thought it
was a torch-light.
Did j-iu ever go within a mile of a soap
factoryT If so you know what material
they make soap of. Dobbins' Electric Soap
factory is es free from odor as a chair
factory. Try it once. Ask your grocer for it.
Mrs. Btagoers "We are to have dear
mother lor dinner, James." Staggers
"All right. See that she is thoroughly
cooked."
Dox't Wheeze and cough when Hale's
Honey of Horehound and Tar will cure.
Pike's Toothache Drops Cure in one minute.
There is undesigned humor in the remark
of a Berlin correspondent that 'the Czar of
Russia is rather bombastic."
To reg clate the stomach, liver and bowels,
and promote digestion, take one of Carter's
Little Liver Pills every night. Try them.
TnEfood of an oyster consists of such
microscopic organisms and organic particles
as float freely in the water.
No STRANOER should visit the citv without
smoking "TansiU's Punch" 5c. Cigar.
Is analyzing the contents of the stomach.
of an oyster nothing but vegetable matter
has ever been found.
BRONcnms is cured by frequent small
doses of Piso's Cure for Consumption.
Ttie King of Italy recently visited tbe
tomb of Garibaldi and placed upon it s
wroath.
If afflicted with Sore Eyes use Dr. Isaac
Thompson's Eye Water. Druggists sell it. 23c
Whes the Czar of P.ussia visits his father-in-law,
the King of Denmark, he pays all
the expenses.
OTSTEEscan not be fed by anv artincsl
means.
JACOBSOIX
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Apply Balm lato each, nostril.
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