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About Hemingford herald. (Hemingford, Box Butte County, Neb.) 1895-190? | View Entire Issue (May 29, 1896)
I - . V ! .1 V tv WPv 4 II-; Be1 JU J ANGELA. AStorfForAll 'Lovors and Vnttmcl Ing Lovors to Road. ' V. S.VIIL1IKUT. 1 Km n poor, jfttrnlyzed fellow, wlrts lor m&ny years pnst hasbck'nconflncd to ia bed or a -3 of a. For the last-six years I have occupied a small room, looking on "So ono of tiro narrowsido canals 'otrenice, having no ono'ohout too but adoaf old woman who makes any bed and attends to my foufl, and tare I eke 'out a poor income di about 30 pounds a year by making water color drawings ol flowers 'and fruit '(they ase the cheapest "models in Ven lice) and these I sen3 to r friend in London, who sells them 'to a dealer Jor email sums. Hutontt'io whole, I am happy and content. lt'is necessary that 3 -should de scribe the position jI wryiroom rather minutely. Its only window i3 about five feet above the water'of the canal, anil above it the house projects some six feet and overhang the water, the projecting portion being supported by stout piles driven 'into the bed of the canal. This arrangement has tho dis advantage (among others) of solimit- ling my upward viewthat I am unable tp see more than about ten feet of the height of tho house immediately op posite to me, although by reaching as far out of the window as my infirmity will permit I can -fee for a considerable distance up andUown thecanal, which does not exceed filteen feet in width. But, although Lean -see but little of the material itouse-opposite I can see its reflection upside down in the canal and I contrive'totnke a good deal of inverted interest in such of its inhabi tants as show themselves from time to time (always upside down) on it6 balconies and rtt its windows. When first I occupied my room, about six years ago my attention was directed too the reflection of a lit tle girl of thirteenior-so (as nearly as I could judge), cvho passed every day on a balcony just above th upwnid range of my limited field of view. She j had a glass of flowers and a crucifix on a little table byher side, and as Bhe sat there in line weather from early moraine 'until dark, working as siduously all the time. T concluded that she" earned her living by neddle work. She was certainly an indus trious little girl, and as far as I could judge by her upside down reflection, neat in her dress and pretty. She had an old mother, an invalid, who on warm days would sit on the bal cony with her, and it interested mo to pee the little maid -wrap tho old lady in shawls and bring pillows for her chair and a stool lor her feet, and every now and again lay down her work and kiss and fondle tho old lady for half a minute, and then take up Jier work again. Time went by, ,-nd as the little maid mew up her reflection grew down, And at Inst siie was quite a little woman of, J suppose, sixteen or sev enteen. I can only work for a couple of hours or so in tho brightest part of tne day, so" I find plenty of time on my hands in which to watch her move ments, and sufficient imagination to weave a little romance about her, and to endow her with a beauty which, to a great extent, 1 had to take for granted. I saw or fancied that I could ee that she began to take an interest in my reflection (which, ol course, she could see as 1 could see hers); and onu day, wlun it appeared to mo that she was looking right at it that is to say. when her reflection appeared to bo looking right at me I tried the desperateexperiment of nod ding to her. and to my intense delight her reflection nodded in reply. And so our two reflect ior s became known to one another. It did not take me very long to fall in love with her. but a long time pass ed before 1 could make up my mind to do more than nod to her every morn ing, when tho old woman moved me from my bed to tho sofa at tho win dow, and again in tho evening, when the little maid left tho balcony for that day. One day, how ever, when I Baw herreflection looking at mine I nodded to her and threw a flower into tho canal. Shj nodded Beveral times in return, and 1 saw her draw her mother's attention to the accident. Then every morning 1 threw a flower into the water for "good niorninc," and another in the evening for "good night," nnd I soon discovered that I had not ttirown them altogether in vain for ono day she throw a flower to join mine, and she laughed and clapped her hands as tho two flowers joined forces and floated away together. And then every morning and every evening she threw her flower when I threw mine, and when the two flowers mot she clapped her hands, and so did I; but when they wero separated, as they sometimes were, owing to one of them having met an obstruction which did not catch tho other, she threw up her hands in a pretty affectation of des- fiair, which I tried to imitate In an Eng ish and unsuccessful fashion. And when they wero rudely run down by, a passing gondola (which happened not infrequently) she pretended to cry and I did the same. Then, in pretty panto mime, she would point downward to the sky, to tell ma that it was destiny that caused theshipwreck of our flow ers, and I, in pantomime not half so pretty, would try to convey to her that destiny would bo kinder next timp, and that perhaps to-morrow our flowers would bo more fortunate and so tho innocent courtship went on. One day she showed mo her cruci fix and kissedit,and thereupon J, took a little silver crucifix which always stood by me and kissed that, and so sho knew that we were one in religion. Ono day my little maid did not ap pear on her balcony, and for Boveral days I saw nothing of her, and al though I threw my flowers as usual, no flowers came to keep it company. However, after a time she reappeared dressed in black and crying often, rtnd then I kneT? that the poor child's mother was dead. iul aa far as I "know she was alone m the world. Tho flowers came no mo-ro for many days nor did she show ny sign of recog nition, hut. kept her ey-s on her work, except when she (placed her handker chief to tlrem. Ad opposite to her was the old ladys chair, and I coukl see that from thno to time- she would lay down her Avork and gaze at it, and then a flood of tears would come to her relief. But at last ono day she roused herself tio nod to me, and then her flower 'came. Day after day my flower went forth to join it, nnd with varying fortunes the two flowers sail od away asof yore. But tho -darkest day of nil to too was when a good-lookina young gon dolier, stnnding right end 'uppermost in his gondola (for I could -see him in tho flesh) worked his craft -alongside the honso'and stood talking to hor .as she-sat onithe balcony. Theyoemed to speak as old friends indeed, as well as I. could make out, ho held -her by tlie 'ho-nd during tho wholo of thoir interview, winch lasted quite half an hour. Eventually he pushed off, and loft -my huart heavy within me. But I floon took heart of grace, 'for as soon as he was out of sight tho little maid throw two flowers-growing on tho same stem an nllecory of which Jicoulfl mnko nothing, unti' 'it broko unon mo that sho meant io 'oonvey to niexhat i,e and -hiio woro oiowier and sister, .and that 1 had no cause to bo sad. And thereupon 1 nodded to her cheerily, and sho nodded to me and laughed aloud, and I laughed in return, and all went on auain as bo fore. Then came a dark and dreary time, for it had becomo necessary that I should undergo treatment that con fined mo absolutely to my bed for ninny days, and 1 worried ami frotted to think that the little 'maid and I could see each other no longer, and worse still, that she would think that 1 had cone awaywithoutoven having hinted to ihur that 1 was going. And If .lav awake at nitdit wondering how I icould let her -know the truth, and Hftv plans flitted through my brain, all appearing to bo feasible enough at night, but absolutely wild and im practicable in the morning. Oneday and it was a bright day indeed for mo the olUiwoman who tended mo told me that a gondolier had inquired whether tho English slgnor had gone away or had diodjand so I learned that the little maid had been anxious about me, and that-shohad sent her brother to inquire, and tho brother had no doubt takeu to her the reason of my protracted .absence from the window. From that day, .and ever after, dur ing my three weeks of be dkeeping, a flower was found every morning on the edco of my window, which was within ay reach of any one in a boat; and when at last a day came when leould be moved I took my accustomed place on the sofa at tlw" window, and tho little maid saw me and stood on her head, so to peak, and that was as eloquent as any right end up delight could possibly be. So tho first thno tho gondolier passed by my win dow 1 beckoned to him, and he pushed up alongsido and told me, with many bright smiles, that he was glad indeed to see mo well again. Then I thanked him and his sister for their kind thoughts about mo during my retreat, and I then learned from him that her name was Angela, and that sho was the beat and purest maiden in all Venice, and that any one might think himself happy indeed who could call her sister, but that he was happier even than her brother, foi he was to bo married to her, and, Indeed, they were to be married tho next day. Thereupon my heart seemed to swell to bursting, and tho blood rush ed through my "veins so that I could hear it and nothing else for a while. I managed at last to stammer forth some words of awkward congratula tion, and he leit me singing merrily, after itbkinj permission to bring his bride to see me on tho morrow ns thev returned from church. "For," said he, "my Angela has known you for very long ever since she was a child, and she has often spoken to me of the poor Englishman who ivas a good Catholic, and who lay all day long for years and years on a sofa at a window, and bhe has said over and over again how dearly sho wished that she could speak to him nnd comfort him; and one day, when you threw a Slower into the canal, she asked mo whether she might throw another, and I told her yes, for lie would understand that it meant sympathy with one who was sorely afflicted." And so I learned that it was pity, and not love, except, indeed, such love ns is akin to pity, that prompted her to interest herself in my welfare, and there was nn end of it all. For the two.flowers that I thought wero on ono stem were two flowers tied together (but I could not tell that), and they were meant to indi cate that she and the gondolier wero allianced lovers, nnd my expressed pleasure at this symbol delighted her, tor sho took it to mean that I rejoiced in her happiness. And tho next day tho gondolier came with a tiain of other iondoliers. all decked in their holiday curb, and in ins gon dola sat Angela.'hnppy and blushing at hor happiness. Then he and shn entered the houso in which I dwelt and came into my room (and it was str in:e indeed, after so many years of inversion, to see her with her head above her feet and then sho wished mo happiness and speedy restoration to good health (which could never be); and I, in broken words nnd with tears in my eyes, gave her the little crucifix thathad stood by my bed or my ta ble for eo many years. And Angela took it reverently nnd crossed herself r.nd kissed it, nnd so depnrted with her delighted husband. As I heard the song of tho gondoliers as they went their way tho song dy ing away in tho distance as the Hhadowsofthesundown closed around me I felt that they wero sinking the requiem of tho only love that had ever entered my heart. Mm. Oliver Wendell Holme, wife of the poet, died in Boston in tho sixty-ninth year ot ltor nje. A raGsuBtor'a Exp Crimea "witlx Choirs. Is art a "servico?" Does tho cxer vlso of it in divlno worship partake of the spirit of tho inspired counsel, ""Whosoovor will ho chief among you let him ho your servant ?w This thrust ing forward of a personality of display docs not look like it. Onco our alto asked mo, as I was entering tho pulpit, whother I hnd any objections to chang ing tho closing hymn, for sho was ex pecting some friends that evening, and thoy could not eomo till lato, and bIio wanted to sing a solo. And once, at a week-day funeral, cmr tenor crowded mo oven to my embnrrassment with a request that he might ho permitted to prccedo tho arrival of tho train of mourners with a vocal pieco in tho gallery, far he hod just henrd that two members of tho Musio Commit teo of nnothcr congregation would ho present, nud ho wished them to hear him, ns ho desired to secure the placo of conductor there. "Art's a sorvico markl" But does it tnko tho placo of tho rest of tho sorvico also? This cntiro disenssion turns at onco upon tho answer to the question wheth er tho choir, tho organ, tho tmio hook, and tho blower arc for tho sake of help ing Gods people worship Him, or i -whother tho public assemblies of Chris tians aro for tho sako of nnurtlstio re galement of listencrs,tho personal exhi bition of musicians, or tho advertise ment of professional soloists who nro competing for n salary. In our travels some of us havo scon tho old organ in a romoto village of Germany on tho enso of which nro carved, in tho ruggeduess of Teutonic characters, threo mottoes; if thoy could ho rendered from their terse poetry into English they would do valiant sorvico in our thno for all tho singors and play ers together. Across tho top of tho koy-board is this: "Thou prnyost horo not for thyself, thou prayest for tho con gregation ; so tho playing should elovnto tho heart, should bo simple, earnest and pure." Across above tho right hand row of stops is this: "Tho organ tono must ovor bo adapted to tho subject of tho song; it is for theo, therefore, to read tho hymn entirely through so as to catch tho true spirit." Across abovo tho left hand stops is this; "In order that thy ploying shall not bring tho singing into confusion, it "becoming that thou listen sometimes, and as thou hearest thou wilt bo likelier to ploy as God's people sing." Rov. Dr. Charles S. Bobmson in tho Century. Hygiene of tho Arc1. Dr. 'L.ILWatBon, In I'opulnr Science Mnntli-ly-To those who have arrived nt an ad vanced ago without any form of indi gestion I would suggest a cup of coflco and n piece of dry toast before rising in the morning. Tho reason why this should bo served while ono is yet in bed is that very old people, even when perfectly well, aro often subject to a slight faintness and nervous tremor before rising, and tho exertion neces sary to dress often leaves them too faint to eat. It takes but a few mo ments to prepare it, and, as old peo ple like to rise early, it is usually an hour or two before tho family nro pre pared for tho morning meal. A light luncheon at noon, onddinnernot later than 5 or 0 o'clock. If tho dinner is taken at noon, and supper at 0 o'clock, it will bo found to fauit tho habits of tho nged better in one wny, as oldpeo plo lovo to retire early. In most countries, among civilized nntions, tho practice of crowding threo meals into the twelve hours or more of daylight has grown to bo such a habit that it seems a heresy to suggest eating when hungry, day or night; nevertheless, I would suggest to tho healthy and not too aged person to forget tho 'bug benr" of "not eating beforo retiring," which compels ninny a person other wise disposed to pass toil or twelvo hours with tho stomach in a collnpsed condition, while during tho other twelvo it is constantly distended with food. I would say to the nged, eat sparingly and eat frequently. Let your food be light and easily digestible'but cat when hungry, whether it bo 12 o'clock ut noon or 12 o'clock at night. Aged people nro light sleepers, nnd often wake up during the night with an in tense craving for food, and a good plan i to havo a cup of bouillon and a cracker on a stand near the bed. Tho broth can be readily heated by an alcohol lamp in five minutes. This simple habit will often procure hours of uninterrupted slumber, which would otherwise be passed in restless longing for daylight and breakfast. The Good That Results From Much Rubbing at the Bath. From a Writer in I)roo. Tepid water is preferable for every season of the year. Milk baths have been in favor from time immemorial with ladies and nothing is better than a daily hot bath of milk. Mine. Tallien was among tho historical women who bathed in milk, to which she added crushed strawberries to give it an agreeable perfume. I havo also heard of an old lady of eighty who retained a gitlish complexion like cream and roses by always washing in the juice of crushed strawberries and nothing else. But wo can, for tunately, keep our skins healthy and fair without reporting to these extreme measures. For the full-length bath, a bag of bran will soften the water and make tho skin deliciously smooth nnd fair; but let me hero remark that no bath is perfect in its results with out the long and brisk friction of hands or a coarse towel afterward. Friction not only stimulates circula tion, but it makes the flesh firm nnd polished, liko Parian marble. It is sometimes astonishing to sea the change made in an ugly ukm by fric tion, and any tndy who wishes to possess a healthful, beautiful body, firm to the touch and fair to the eye, with tho elasticity of youth well pro longed into age, must give willingly ol her strength to the daily task of rub bing the body thoroughly ROLLY BRICK'S FRIENDS, A Margaret nytlngo In Good Cueor for March. Thoro sat tho littlo dog yot, and that was tho fourth timo I'honlo hod passed that way sinco morning twice going to and twico coming from school. Lunch timo sho hod brought a small bit of bread and a mouthful of meat from homo (her folks wero poor and could notsporo moro), and coaxing him, with out stretched hand and kind words, to como down tho long flight of steps to whoro sho stood on tho sidewalk, nho hod fed them to him, hut ho hod Rwollowed them in great hosto, and, with n grate ful wave of his curly tail and a thankful look in his brown eyes, hod hurried hock again. It was n dreary placo tho building to which theso steps belonged, bo dreory that it seemed strongo that oven a dog would chooso to linger thero. A great, groy building, dark and funereal in every stono of its Egyptian architecture; with massivo doors and iron-barred windows, it cast n gloom all about it, and ono looking up at its Rtrong walls could not but think with n heart ncho of tho many poor wretches who had boon and still wero imprisoned within them. Phenio lived about a block away in a littlo, old, tunihle-down wooden houso, in a dirty, crowded streot. iter father was a longshoreman, and worked hard, eariv and lato, to earn enough to support lus family in tho humblest way, and her mother, a cheerful, kind-hearted woman, had ns much as sho could do to look after hor five children, oil girls, of whom Phenio, 11 years old was tho oldost. , Well.Plienio's to and from school lod past tho Tombs, that dreadful placo whoro criminals nro kept in colls so that thoy may do no harm to their fel-low-croaturcs ; and ono morning it was a morning in early Soptombcr ns sho passed it sho saw, as I havo already told you, a littlo dog sitting at tho top of tho long broad stops. Ho was not a pretty dog, not at nil a pretty dog. In fact ho was rather on ugly dog. Ho was cov ered with shaggy, yellovrish-brown hair, half of one of his oars had boon torn off, vory likely in n street fight, and ho had tho most comical S-shapcd tailthat over curled ovor a dog's back. Phenio glanced at him kindly as sho wcr.t by, for sho was very fond of animals, but did not givo him nnothcr thought until whon, on her way to luuoh, sho spied him still sitting in the same placo. Then, think ing ho might bo hungry, bho won his dog-heart by bringing him, on her way back something to out. School out, ho was thoro yot. And thoro ho remained for four days, receiving gr.itefully each noon what tho child could sparo from her own not too plentiful meal. And Snturday coming, her morning work over, oho could not rest until sho had run to tho foot of tho stops and looked up to sco if ho was still thero. Yon, there ho was, waving his flag at sight of hor. "1 wonder who lioholongs to, Iwon derwhy ho don't go away?" sho said to hersolf as she hod said many times bo fore. "I wish I could find out. " And seeing a policeman whom shn had long known hy sight btopping to pat tho dog ashoenmo down tho stops she took conr ngo and asked him when ho had reached her side-, "Do you know that littlo dog?" "I made hhTocquaiutanco a fow days ago," answered tho policeman. " Will yon please, if you'vo got time, tell mo why ho stays hero';" "His motor's insido," said tho polico mon who was a jolly, good-natured fel low, and looked as though he'd rather unbeaten himself thnn boat anybody elso with tho heavy club ho carried. "His niaslcr," repeated Phonic. "Yes, his master, Holly Brick, ahoy a littlo bigger than you. Hostolo a ban ana off a fruit-woman's stoud and thoy chased him, tho poor young scamp, ns if ho'd stolo a diamond. And that dog up thero run with him, both of 'em go ing ns hard as they could pelt. And when ho was caught that dog tried to fight for him. But it wasn't any uso, tho fruit-woman was determined to send him up, said twnsn't tho first thing, by a jugful, ho'd stolo from her. And so thoy took him in, nnd that dog's sot thero over sinco. 'Spect thoy'll kick him into tho street Boon's Holly's sent away." "Dhl will ho bo sent away?" sdd Phonic "Whon?" "In nn hour or two I reckon." "But aupposo tho banana woman don't como to mako complaint against hm?" "Don't half think sho will," said tho policeman. "She's over her mad by this timo. But he'll go all tho same, 'cause ho's a vagrant. " "Avagrant?" "Yes, a vagrant ain't got any friends or any home." Back went Phenio to tho littlo old, tumble-down wooden honso to havo a long oarnest talk with her mother, and to mako herself as neat as possible, and beforo nn hour had passed she mado ono of a throng that filled the court room whero a number of law breaker wero to bo sentenced that morning. But sho was not a moment too soon. Tho case hod been called earlier than tho policeman had thought it would bo, nd in tho prisoner's dock stood a hoy with a bright, dirty face, and in clothes so battered and torn that ho lookod liko an animated rag-bag. "No friends," tho judge was just say ing, as Phenio, with a great lump in her throat, and her heart beating ns though it would fly out of hor breast, walked bravely up tho court-room and stood be foro him. "Please, Mr. Judge, ho has friends, two friends," sho said. Tho judgo looked ovor his spoctaclos at her. 'Whero nro thev?" ho asked. "Ono is sottin'out on lot front stoop," sho answered. "He's a littlo dog, an' ho's boon a-sottin' thoro ever sinco his master was took up. Ho was thoro all through that awful rain yesterday an' that dreadful thuudor storm day before An', Mr. Judgo," sho wont on, getting braver and braver as sho apoko, "Rollv Brick can't bo such a vorv bod boy ff such a good littlo dog loves him bo much. An' tho othor friond's me." 'How long havo you known Roily Brick?" asked tho judge. "Xovor saw himboforo now," said tho child, "hut tho dog an' me is friends. An' oh J Mr. Judge, if you'll let Roily off, I'm snro, and so's my mother, that tnv father'U And him something to do, Vo'ro nil stirls at our houso. sowo can't nono of tiR go to tho docks with father, J but ho s a hoy, and ho could. "What do you soy, Roily?" safd tho udgo. "Will you proniiRO to bo a good oy if I lnt you go with this kind friend of yours?" Roily looked shyly at Phenio and then blurted out: "I never hooked nothin' but things to rot an' I wont hook thorn nny moro if I kin got 'em by work in' fur 'cm. Nobody never wanted mo to work reg'lar 'causo I hadn't no docent togs." "Call in tho other friend," said his honor. And Phenio, catching tho old cap tho boy tossed to her, rau out of tho room with it, and in n momont moro tho dog bounded in, flow to his master in n transport of joy, nud oovorod his faco and bonds with dog kisses. "Good-by," said the judgo, and plac ing something iu Phcaio's liaud ho ndd ed, "Hero's a fowdollors somokind gen tlemen havo given you. You mnBt buy Roily somo clothes with thorn. And now, Roily, mind you turn over a now leaf." "Yos, sir." said Roily, and awny ho wont, followed by many good wishes, with his two friends. But truth compels mo to atato that as tho trio passed an eating siloon near by, Roily being sorely tempted by the nico things displayed in tho window, said, "Soy, gal, lot.s goin horo, you am mo nn, Olo Sojor (that was tho name of tho dog), an' git a bully dinnor, to help mo turn ovor tiiat now leal. But Phenio flrmly refused. "That wouldn't bo right," nho naid. "That d ho turnin, tho wrong wny. My mother' 11 givo you somo dinner, nn' this monoy is goin' to get you a now Biiit." And Roily submitting in silenco, thoy soon reached tho littlo, old tnmblo-down wooden houso in tho dirty, crowded street. But that littlo, old, tumble-down, woodon houso proved to bo a good homo for tho vagro'nt boy a homo whoro ho found lovo nnd kindness, and whero ho was taught that tho poorest lifo may bo brightonod and blessed by industrynnd honesty. And beforo long ho wasoaru ing $2 or $!I a week, and holping Ids adopted mother for ho was a wonder fully hondy young chnp with tho hard ost of her work besido. "Sister Phonic," ho said, "must keep on at school, so's sho kin teach mo nights nn' bo a reg'lar tcachor whon sho grows up." As for Olo Sojcr, you may bo snro ho becamo tho pet of tho wholo family, and tlio butcher around tho ooruor took such a fanoy to him that ho saved him every day tho very nicest and meatiest bones that ovor butcher gavo a dog. New Yorlc Girls Aping: English Manner. From a Letter In tlio San Francisco Argo naut, I was very much amused by tho antics of a would-bo English girl and unquestionably British bull terrier on FHh Avenue recently, ho camo out of the front door of her houso with a good denl of a swing tall, slim, well formed and composed. Her costumo was of black and white material I have a dim sort of a suspicion that it was either silk or satin and sho woro small, square-toed boots, a jaunty hat, gloves of a i."olor and a ivther refined "horsey" look in general, She carried a riding whip in one hand and clutched a silver chain in tho other. To the other end of tho chain was re luctantly attached a black-muzzled and Biiperci'iious bull-pup, with a bad eye. llis fore-logs were bowed, histail nnd ears stuck aloft, his chest was broad and ho had almost no noso at all. His under jaw was held forward and his month hnd tho peculiarly insolent look of a pup of thorough-bred blood. The girl had an indescribable starched appear ance, was extremely straight and her manner was haughty. Sho descended tho steps with an admirable eflectation of carclessnesB, considering that at least a score of men were staring at her, and turned up Fifth Avenue. At all events t ho mnnamvro was not a suc cess. Tho dog suddenly shot around in another direction nnd wound tho tall girl up in his chain. She struck him sharply with her whip and ho growled; then shehit him again and tho brute started to jump at her, when a man, who was passing, shouted at him sharply. Tho girl went at him plucki ly again, whipped him into perfunct ory obedience, said, "I aingrently obliged ' to tho man who had attempted to rescue her and started up tho avenue. Kvcn during the excitement hernccent was irreproachably English nnd sho was altogether as full-blown and com plete a specimen of an Anglo-maniac as I have over seen. Tho girls hero havo a peculiarly English walk, or ono that passes for English now, and this particular beauty practiced it to per fection. Cholera. Cholera has mado periodical twolvo year visits to our country. Tho lost epidemic was in 1873. Thus wo havo something to fear for next year if not for this. Tho Philadelphia Medical News says of its nppearaneo in 1H73: "Cholera visited tho United States bo foro it appeared in Paris, Then thero wero mnny sources of infection it was first brought to Now Orleans by n Bro uieu barque, and developed in tho cose of a man employed iu unloading her cargo (a native of Pensacola who went to New Orleans for employment). But tho larger number of cases wero import ed directly through Now York City on nou-iii feetcd vessels, hut tho disease was not developed until tho personal effects of tho victims hud been unpacked ut their destination. This was shown iu tho throo distinct outbreaks at widely remote part of tho Unitod St.itos, whoro tho oflccts of emigrants from Holland, Swoden and Russia woro uupaeked at Carthago, O., ('row Rivpr, Minu,, aud Yankton, Dak,, whore, withiu thirty six hours thereafter, tlio ihst cases of tho disease appeared." White's right to a sent in cmuzrexs I af firmed, furty.HBvcii Dtmocrutb voting with tho Iti'imbllcuni). As a ForelgnerSces Us "You American," said George Q. Taylor, a foreigner, to a group of New Yorbm, ,ar the most contradictory set ol mortals on tho globe. You stave all day and, spend all night. You sub mit to all sorts of lnipOBturo nnd ex tortion, yet yon are terrible fighters when Aroused. Littlo things do not Htm to fret you as they do foreigners. You aro cheerful and courageous in tho face of hopeless disaster, yet never smi in unduly elaUd ii you make a mill ion or two. Now, why should such It, pcoplo choose to wonr the darkest flhil most ftlooniy looking clothing?'! A bystander ventured tho remark that lie didn't see anything particu larly' sombre about tho nverago Amnion attire, "VimI flon't7 Havo you over beon up lit Iho Western Union tower? Well, yotl 6 tight to go up thoro. I mado thfl ftfnt the other day, difficult as lb iii 'I'lio vlow Ib" entrancing. JBtit whet) 1 looked down into Ilrondwav it niftdS tno shiver. Tlio hurrying crovrdrioit the sldewalKS looked liko two Unending fun oral pioccsslons moving in opitoslto directions. Black blfttk GYwry wlidfe, All tho rod haired pUls milst hftvti been up town, for tlicrsj WABii't a wliito horse to bo seen. Tha only relief to tho eyo was nn oc casional Broadway surfaco car. It Wftu tlij most gloomy spectaclo I ever lookvrt flown Upon, yet I knew thnb beneath, the dark exterior thero wero Warm hearts, active brains and hands equally ready to fight or work," "Well, what would VOU liaVo Us do? Dress in bright colors during tho winter?" was asked. ''Not at all, Uso common, senso that is nil. Europeans generally do Hot see tho necessity for dark colora tit vlntsr, So long as tho clothing ia heavy nnd warm it doesn't matter about the color. You can wear black Over" there It you like without exciting remark lint here, if a man wears a heavy plaid Bulb in winter ho is con temptuously regarded by a native, cvon though his critto may bo shiver ing in his thlu, black clothes. Take a Now England town, Nuw Haven for invtnncc, it you wnnt to see this pro vincial spirit in nn exaggernteu iorm. A faultlessly dressed New Yorker is an object of universal admiration. Peo ple run out of stores to look nt him. A shabbily dressed man, even though his clothes fit htm hotter thnnthoscot tho average Now Haven dude, is at once nud on nil sides rogntded ns a sneak thief who ought to bo in tho lockup, liutan Englishman or other foreigner in a plaid suit is an object: of horror. To seo tho open mouths, and uplifted hands ono would think Earnum's rhinoceros was loose in tho f-treet, I awnys put on a black suit tthcti I g to New Haven, for I can notdo business there in any other sort ol clothing. "New York Evening Sun. A Life-Necessity. ""' How many people there are who go through life with their "hinges creak ing," who eveiy timo they mo vo some how seem to mako other pcoplo un easy. How few thero aro liko tho con ductor which the Christian Union tells of below, "always carrying an oil can." Njcypi ;of us liko "oilYrvvyiinion" Borb ol a man, but tho longer wo liro the moro wo enioy tho character ol the man who makes things go along smoothly nnd without squeaking. A Fourth avenue car was rumbling up the nvenue; the day was cold, and the door opened and shut to admit and discharge passengers with an agonizing groan that rasped tho nerves of every ono who heard it. At Thirty-fourth streot a new conductor jumped on the car, and tho man who examines the register opened tho door, which gnvo a peculiar ag onizing siiriek. Tho now conductor put his hand in his pocket, took out a small oil-can and oiled tho track on which the door Blides and tho rollers on which it hung, snying to tho former conductor, who still stood on tho platform, "I always carry anoi)-cnn: there are so many things that need greasing." Was that thereason that, though a man evidently past middle life, his cheeks wero ruddy and his face free from lines? Tiie man who had brought tho car from City Hall shrieking and groaning on its wny w.s thin, worn, and crushed, apparently by circumstances. .Is there a philosophy of oil-cans? We rumbled on to the tunnel, feeling wo wero under the care of a man trained to meet emergencies; time was short, but the nervous nnxiety that had mado the journey from City Hall interminable had disappeared, and we leaned hack, saying inwardly. "Well, we might as well tako the next train." Unconscious teacher, how often has your comfortable manner and hearty voice recalled us to the ne cessity ol using an oil-can to modify the friction of life! Recently three or four earnest women met at luncheon. The con versation drifted onto the question. "Shall love have a hundred eves, or be blind?" Which is the bestl Which is most comfortable! Tho con clusion was that there must be a ji dicious blending of sight nnd blind ness; affection enough to forgive and forget. Ab the close nn earnest woman, whose every gesturo is an indication of wisdom and mental balance. 8aid: "I sometimes think that one must go through life carry ing an oil-can, if bIio desire peace." Hero was another face braining with health and good cheer, whose philoso phy of life was an oil-can deep, trustful aflection, bearing and for bearing. Not as Bad as Expected. Thomas Starr King used totoll that one of his kinsmen was much opposed to his entering the lecture field, and weroinslined to belittle his abilities. So one night Dr. King invited him .to hear one of his brilliant disrounes, nnd nt the close asked him what ho thongiit of it. "Waal," was tho sheering reply, "iou warn b half ns toius na i tnougntyi ,'ou'd be." Boston Transcript BHBBIBMBBMWWMfiSiB m. . - . . .a.