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THE BASIN OF TENNESSEE.
Oh, tho glorious Middle* Basin,
Tho rose in nature’s wrejithl
With her purpling sk^/ and her hills on high
And her blue gratVinderneoth.
’Tis here our fathers built tlielr homes,
’Tin here their sons are free.
For tho fairest land
From Owl’s own hand
Is the Basin of Tennessee.
Oh, the fertile Middle Basin!
Proud Egypt’s thrashing floor
Held not in the chain of her golden grain
Such fields as lie at our door.
Our daughters grow like olive plants.
Our sons like the young oak tree.
For tho richest land
From God’s own hand
Is tho Basin of Tennessee.
» Oh, the joyous Middle Basin,
Land of the mocking bird!
Where the flying feet of our horses fleet
In front of the race are heard.
They get their gameness from our soil.
Their spirits will ever be.
For the merriest land
From God’s own hand
Is the Basin of Tennessee.
Oh, the loyal Middle Basin,
So quick for fife and drum!
She stood in the breach on the Crescent
beach
When the hated foe had come.
Her Jackson made our nation safe.
Her Polk an empire free.
For t he truest land
From God’s own hand
Is tlio Basin of Tennessee.
Ob, the glorious Middle Basin!
Can wo be false to thee?
Sweet land where the earth and the sky
gave birth
To the spirit of liberty!
No, not w hile our maids have virtue.
Not while our sons are free.
For the fairest land
From God’s own hand
Is the Basin of Tennessee.
—Maury Democrat.
* A COAL OF FIRE.
“He's a muff all round, outside
school work, I’m sure. Can’t play
cricket a little bit anyway, ” said Doug
las Metcalfe.
“Rummy clothes he wears, eh? Hat
looks as if it had come out of an old
clothes shop,” said Frank Newlyn.
“He’s a sullen sort of beggar too. 1
suppose he’s proud of his poverty; some
fellows are like that, you know,”
George Marchant remarked.
All the three speakers were in the
sixth form at Denmark House, and the
boy they referred to was Herbert Grier
son, who had just come to the school at
the beginning of this term.
It was Saturday afternoon of a warm
day in early summer, and the three
boys were strolling down toward the
bay, on the heights overlooking which
the Denmark House stood. When they
reached the beach, they found some half
dozen other boys undressing prepara
tory to bathing. A large, broad beam
ed boat lay out in the bay. One or two
other boys were now in it; among the
rest Herbert Grierson.
‘ We’ll swim out to those fellows and
have a divo from the boat,” Douglass
Metcalfe said. In two minutes the
two were swimming toward the boat,
followed closely by Tippoo, Douglas’
terrier. They scrambled into the boat.
The others were now in the water, with
the exception of Grierson, who stood at
the bow ready to div.e. His clothes lay
beside him, with his hat on the top. A
sudden spirit of mischief seized Doug
las.
“Let's see if he is as good at swim
ming as ho is at Virgil,” he whispered
to his companions.
“Own up now, Douglas. You’re a
bit jealous of Grierson. You’re afraid
he’s going to run yon hard for dux, old
chap,” Newlyn said.
“Oh, as to that, I don’t care much
one way or the other,” replied Met
calfe, with a show of carelessness. “But
I fancy I'm his match at swimming
anyhow. But we’ll see in a minute or
two."
As he spoke Douglas pretended to
stumble against Grierson’s clothes, and
recovering himself struck the hat with
his hand, and sent it spinning into the
water.
nuno, mat was you- ciumsy oi
me!” he exclaimed.
In a moment Grierson was in the
water after his hat, which the breeze
had caught and carried to a consider
able distance out in the bay. Tippoo
was before him, however, and swim
ming toward the hat.
. ‘‘Now then. He's got a pretty good
start. We’ll see who reaches the hat
first. But I must send that little ras
cal Tippoo back.' ’ said Metcalfe, who
was one of the liest swimmers in the
school. He leaped into the water and
struck out with all his strength in the
wake of Grierson.
All were now watching the chase of
the hat with interest and laughter and
cries of “Go it, Douglas.’’ “Strike out,
Grierson,” “The hat’s going to win.”
It was quite clear that Herbert Grier
son was a strong and expert swimmer.
For a little Douglas Metcalfe did not
gain a yard upon him, but presently
the onlookers could see that the space
between the two boys had narrowed.
Metcalfe was, in fact, doing his very
best, and it was with keen sensation of
satisfaction and triumph that he at last
overtook and passed his rival.
The hat was now floating a few yards
in front of Metcalfe. The chase of it
had proved a harder one than had been
expected. Metcalfe and Grierson were
now far out in the bay, and of course
much beyond their depth. At this point
a strong current swept past the bay.
The River Gleam emptied itself into
the sea at the north horn of the bay,
and this caused a current which set in
a transverse direction across the bay,
oceanward.
Both boys were by this time in the
center of this sea stream. Metcalfe’s
hand closed upon the hat. It was his
intention to swim back with it toward
the boat and replace it upon the little
pile of clothes, and thus put a trium
phant finish to his swimming feat.
Metcalfe was now facing toward the
shore again. Grierson had turned too.
The latter was quite aware that Met
calfe bad acted a? he had done not
to recover the lost hat and restore it to
its owner, but in order to prove his fu
' periority in swimming before the rest
! of the boys. The latt(T raised a cheer
as they saw Metralfe striking for the
land again, holding the bat in his hand.
Then they saw Metcalfe stop suddenly.
Tho arm that held tho hat dropped and
■disappeared below the water.
Grierson, now swimming a yard or
two behind Metcalfe, gave a few vigor
ous strokes which brought him along
side the latter. But before he could
stretch out a hand to prevent it Met
calfe’s head went under. Grierson
dived at almost tho same moment. Tho
boys in and around the boat held their
breath.
“Something’s wrong with Douglas.
He’s taken cramp or something,”
George ]1 archant said.
A minute went by, and they saw the
heads of both boys reappear, a yard or
two further out. Grierson was sup
porting Metcalfe with his right arm.
“I’ve cramp in my right leg and
arm,” Metcalfe said in a hoarse, low
voice. “I’m afraid I can’t swim a stroke
farther myself. ’ ’
“All right, try to tread water with
your other leg; it will help a little.
We’ll be all right when we are once out
of this current. ” Grierson replied quiet
ly
Yet Grierson knew that his task was
not going to prove an easy one. For a
few minutes he made little or no head
way. Metcalfe hung upon his arm al
most like a dead weight. Douglas was
doing his utmost to help himself, but
it availed very little, for, besides the
cramp which had attacked him, he was
exhausted by his efforts at first to over
take and outstrip Grierson.
unerson struggled on, his burden
impeding every stroke he made and
lessening its effect. The boy felt his
own strength ebbing fast. Unless he
got out of the current in a few minutes
more, he feared that all would be lost.
But he was making progress and could
see that the distance between the boat
and himself was lessening.
“A minute more, and we shall be in
smooth water, ” he whispered hoarsely
to Metcalfe.
As ho spoke Grierson changed Met
calfe from his left arm to his right and
used the left for swimming. This gave
him considerable ease and rest, and his
next few strokes were freer and more
vigorous. And now he felt the current
decidedly lessening in force. He sum
moned up all his remaining energy in
one last effort, and half a dozen more
strokes brought him free of the current.
The two boys were in calm water,
and now, too, they were met by George
Marchant and Frank Newlyn, who re
lieved Grierson of his burden and took
Metcalfe between them. In this order
they reached the boat. There were
many outstretched arms to help them
in, and then the boat was towed to the
shore.
Dr. Metcalfe, the principal of Den
mark House and Douglas’ father, was
not a little alarmed at what had hap
pened. though he did not show it. Both
boys were immediately got to bed, and
prompt measures taken to restore
warmth and circulation to their chilled
and aching bodies. These had the de
sired effect; in a day or two both Grier
son and Metcalfe were back in class and
playground.
The latter took an early opportunity
of seeking Grierson alone.
”1 have to thank you very much,
Grierson,” he said. ‘‘You saved my
life at the risk of your own; there’s no
doubt about that. And the whole thing
was my fault too. 1 am very sorry.
Will you accept my best thanks, and
try to forget my part in the matter?
I’ll never forget yours.”
‘‘Why, of course,” Grierson replied,
and there the matter ended.—New York
Journal.
Her Bathing Togs.
The little boy was very much inter
ested in a picture that his sister had
had taken while at the seashore. It
was a picture that had been taken “just
for the fun of the thing” and not for
distribution among her friends—one of
those pictures that a girl keeps in her
own room where none but her intimates
may see it. This one showed the young
lady and her “dearest friend” on the
beach in bathing suits. Both of the
girls were pretty and had good figures
that the bathing suits showed to excel
lent advantage, but the picture seemed
to he a source of endless speculation to
the boy.
“Did you and Mamie wear them togs
at the seashore?” he asked one day.
“Of course we did,” she replied.
“Did you wear them 6hort skirts and
stockin’s so’s you conld go in bathing?”
he persisted.
• “Certainly; what makes yon ask such
a question?”
"Ob, 1 dnnno, ” he replied carelessly.
“I thought mebbe you went in bathin
so’s you conld wear them togs.”—Chi
cago Poet.
Smokeless Powder Rains Guns.
There seem to be some very serious
j drawbacks in the usefulness of the
smokeless powder, on which the mili
tary authorities of the world have ex
pended so much money lately. One of
the latest discovered of these is that in
! some way it injures the guns in which
it is nsed. A French newspaper says
that the powder has done great damage
to the steel guns of the Italian army;
that at least 500 pieces of artillery have
been rendered practically useless by it.
—New Orleans Picayune.
Undertakers Don’t Believe In Spooks.
An aged undertaker of this city was
asked if he had ever seen any spooks.
He laughed derisively and said: “No,
and I doubt if you will find any one in
my line of business who believes in the
existence of such things. We find there
is nothing more harmless and pitiful
than dead people.”—Philadelphia Rec
ord.
Reason For Laughing.
“Why did everybody laugh so long
ove» that story of old Boreby’s? It isn’t
a bit funny.”
"They were afraid he would tell an
•ithar -if thev kept quiet.”—Exchange.
NEVER GIVES UP ITS DEAD.
Cayaga Lake, From Wliicli No Drowned
Perwon Was Ever Recovered.
“If they succeed in recovering the
bodies of Instructor Merriam and Miss
Yeargin from the depths of Cayuga lake
by means of electricity, as I see they in
tend to try to do,” said a gentleman who
grew up on the shores of Cayuga lake,
“it will be the first time in the history
of the lake that the body of any person
drowned in its waters was ever seen
again. I always had a liking for geolog
ical research and indulged it for many
years in investigating the bottom of Cay
uga lake.
“My experiments satisfied me that the
bottom of the lake is a series of large
openings and cavities, many of them
craterlike. Rome of these are 100 feet in
diameter. These craters, as I believe
them to be, lie at different depths, or.
rather, their raised edges are of different
heights. Their depths are fathomless.
They have undoubtedly become the re
ceptacles of the boilies of the hundreds
of people who are known to have been
drowned in the lake since that country
was settled and of the undoubted thou
sands of people killed in the fierce bat
tles that were frequently waged on the
shores of the lake between hostile tribes
of aboriginal warriors during the cen
turies preceding the coming of the white
man.
“It was in Cayuga lake that the fiend
ish murderer Ruloff lowered the bodies
of his wife and child, 30 years ago, after
he had murdered them. The bodies were
inclosed in a chest, as he confessed be
fore he was hanged at Binghamton for
another murder. The weeks that were
spent in dragging the lake for this chest
were simply wasted, for it was sunk into
the mouth of one of those bottomless
openings, and, if it is not sinking yet, is
still floating about in those mysterious
depths.
“Within half a century more than 100
persons have been drowned in Cayuga
lake, to recover the bodies of whom the
grappling iron and drag were used in
dustriously, but in vain. If it were pos
sible for one to make the rounds of this
lake’s craterlike bed, he would, without
doubt, encounter hideous charnel houses
beyond number—caverns where hosts of
grinning skeletons have found sepulcher,
submarine catacombs without end. Per
haps the electricians exploring the lake
bottom with their intense lights, as they
purpose doing, may make some such dis
coveries.”—Rochester Post-Express.
MILK INSTEAD OF FLOUR.
Farmers Who Say That It Pays Them to
Feed Wheat to Their Cotvs.
Philadelphia milk consumers may
probably be interested in an experiment
of the farmers of the Schuylkill valley,
whence that city receives large quantities
of its milk. Recently increased ship
ments of milk have been made. Wheat,
in round figures, sells at less than 65
cents, and owing to its low price many
farmers are chopping theirs and feeding
it to cattle. They say that bran is a
cent apound.com nearly acent a pound,
oat3 a cent a pound, and wheat a cent a
pound, and that, as wheat has at least
one-ihird more milk producing qualities,
it is cheaper at present prices to-feed it
than corn or anything else.
By actual test it was learned that 60
pounds of wheat make more milk and of
better quality than the same quantity of
com, or almost any other class of feed,
and it is stated that since Schuylkill val
ley shippers are feeding wheat to their
cows their milk is pronounced of a higher
standard of excellence. Farmers say that
they cannot afford to raise wheat for
flourmaking purposes unless they get 90
cents to $1 a bushel.—Reading Cor. Phil
adelphia Ledger.
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Mark Twain.
Mark Twain’s hair has grown white
and his physique is not so stalwart as it
was a few years ago, but his mind is as
juvenile as ever. He has a hacking
cough, which, when he gives way to it,
is almost convulsive in its tendency, but
the humorist seems entirely indifferent
to its violence. He sat in a prominent
New York club a few days ago, running
spasmodically from one story to another
and commenting upon the talk of his
companions, with a perpetual smile lurk
ing around the comers of his mouth.
Yet at short intervals he was bent over
almost double under the violence of his
cough. When his companions referred
to it, as they did on one or two occasions,
Mr. Clemens seemed quite unaware of
the fact that he had been arousing a good
deal of sympathy as well as incessant
laughter.—Exchange.
Bad Season For I^oudon Hotels.
This has been a rather bad season for
some of the London hotels, particularly
for one or two of the larger ones. “Birds
of passage"’ have been scarcer than has
been the case for years. The great bodj
of traveling Americans stayed at home,
not apparently for the purpose of adding
to the wealth of Chicago or of making
the Columbian exhibition an unparalleled
1 success, but simply on account of a lack
of money. The absence of visitors—
among whom Americans are probably
the most profitable—had a depressing ef
fect upon many kinds of business, but
none suffered more than some of the larr
, est hotels.—Pall Mall Budget.
Baltimore's New Monament.
Baltimore is abont to put up another
monument. The young Irish are at the
; head of the movement, and they have
not yet decided on the hero to honor. So
far the vote favors, in the order named,
Emmet, O’Connell. Grattan, Tone, Burke
and Parnell, and the choice will be made
from this half dozen. Contrary to the
order of such things, the money is al
ready provided.—Baltimore Letter.
Rothschild's Museum Opeued.
Mr. Walter Rothschild, son of Lord
Rothschild, has completed and opened
his zoological museum at Tring, in the
Chiltem district, England. The museum
is wholly and entirely devoted to zoolog
ical matters and includes many rare
specimens. Mr. Rothschild is an enthu
astic amateur naturalist and has spent
much money in establishing his museum.
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REFLECTION AND PRESAGE.
REFLECTION.
You have a tongue of honey and gall;
You can trip up truth with the deftest fall.
Your wit is as bright os your heart is true
And how does that sentenco read to you?
You have seen iny soul in the clearest light.
And would not read its riddle aright.
The heart you think of, the mind you see.
Are but your trappings transferred to me.
PRESAGE.
You bird of ocean, o’er the tossing wave
You flit prey seeking—1 am not your prey;
Though I can ne’er forget the gift you gave.
Until all lime dissolves in the last day.
Pauwe in your flight. Look on this wretch of
error.
Who fearless fears your presage. Is it well
Your brilliant wings should bring a flash of
terror
To one whose vows and hopes yon ne’er caa
tell?
Wing on your flight, work out your destined
story,
Work to the prize that waits you at the end.
And when your wings shall burn with heaven's
glory
Think not of me—you cannot make or mend.
Watching your flight, 1 still shall wait in won
der
To see you daunt less in the lightning’s blaze.
And while I hear and tremble at the thunder
May know you restful after restless days.
—W. II. Pollock in Longman's Magazine.
He Wanted a Sudden Death.
At a brilliant dinner party at the
bouse of the secretary of state in 187(5.
the talk turned upon the sensation of
death. “I do not know,” said Mr. Fish,
in the hush that involuntarily followed
the introduction of such a serious sub
ject, “why we should pray against sud
den death; it seems to me a very desir
able way of shuffling off this mortal coil.
I think the compilers of onr book of
Common Prayer must have intended vio
lent death in their petition—at least that
is the way I read it—and every Sunday
at church, when that part of the litany
is read, I make that distinction in my
mind.
“It seems to me,” he continued, look
ing abstractedly before him, with his
thoughts evidently far away from the
gay scene by which he was surrounded,
“to die suddenly, without the painful
struggles of disease, is what I would
rather pray for.” When one day one of
the guests of that occasion picked up a
morning paper and read in large type.
“Suddenly, at his home at Garrisons-on
tlie-Hudsou, Hamilton Fish,” the long
forgotten conversation came vividly to
mind.—New York Tribune.
Col«l Blooded Advice.
It behooves our wealthy girls to be
ware of the young doctors who are year
ly turned loose in large numbers to prey,
as it will be seen, upon society.
One of these recent graduates asked
an old and prominent practitioner for
advice as to the best course to pursue to
succeed in his profession. The reply
came quickly and decisively: “Connect,
yourself with some prominent church
where you will mingle in good society.
Make the acquaintance of wealthy girls
and marry one of them; then the road is
easy. If, on the contrary, you mingle
with a poor class of persons, you may
fall in love with and marry a poor girl.
Then you have a long struggle before
yon.”
Which sounds awfully cold blooded,
though it may be sound sense.—New
York Times.
Ilow Did the Turtle Find His Way?
The rocks at the west coast of the
island of St. Helena abound with sea
turtles, some of them as heavy as a man,
and an English steamer once took aboard
several dozen of those sea monsters, in
tending to deliver them alive to a pro
vision dealer in Liverpool.
But before they reached English wa
ters one of the turtles was taken sick
and was flung overboard, after having
been branded with the name of the ship.
Next year the same steamer came across
the same tortoise on the coast of St.
Helena, more than 4,000 miles from the
point where the homesick creature had
been flung back overboard.—Chicag*
Inter Ocean.
Nothing Like Being Sure.
“The next train for Chestnut Mill
leaves at 5:17—17 minutes after 5. Train
now ready on track No. 5. Track No. 5
for 5:17 train to Chestnut Hill!”
Those were the words of the guard,
and they rang through the waiting room
in Boston with penetrating distinctness.
As soon as he had uttered them a fair
young woman rushed up to him and said:
“Is the train for Chestnut Hill ready
yet? And vrliat time does it leave?”—
Exchange.
lie Had Noticed It.
The hands of the clock were pointing
to 12.
“Have yen noticed the clock?” she
asked, yawning.
“Yes,” he said. “It's the same one
you’ve always had, ain’t it?”
“Yes.”
“I noticed it the first night 1 came to
call on you. It’s a very nice one.”—New
York Press.
When Mme. Roland was on the scaf
fold, she asked for pen and paper to note
tho peculiar thoughts that hovered about
her on the last journey. It is a pity they
were refused, for in a tranquil mind
thoughts rise up at the close of life hith
erto unthinkable, like blessed inward
voices alighting in glory on the summits
of the past.—Goethe.
The fur trade in New York is largely
in the hands of German Hebrews, and it
is carried on in all sorts of plae-from
tiny shops employing three or four work
men to great buildings where goods to
the value of many thousand dollars a? e
displayed.
Next to Westminster abbey there is no
place of sculpture of such historic inter
est in the British isles as Bunhill fields,
the last resting place of John Bunyan.
Daniel Defoe and Is;iac Watts.
Much of the comfort of this life con
sists in acquaintance, friendship and cor
respondence with those that are prudent
and virtuous.
Wheat that is grown in northern lati
tudes produces much more seed than
grain grown farther south. j
BURGLARS' TOOLS IN SECTIONS.
They Are Tbas Made to Couceal Their
K^al I'urpoMCM.
To the eye of an honest man no tool is
a burglar's tool. Were he to find a most
approved kit, he would merely think
that u mechanic had lost bis stock in
trade. Drills, punches, bits and ordi
nary jimmies have each almost a coun
terpart in open daylight work, and only
to the sophisticated would it appear that
tho bits of steel were implements oi
crime. To those who know, the two
distinctive burglars’ tools are tho sec
tional jimmy and nippers, tho first being
a steel bar so arranged that it can be un
screwed into several pieces for conven
ience in carrying.
The other is like a pair of curling
tongs, the clutching end being armed
with little teeth, and is used for turning
keys in doors from the outside. The
manufacture of these tools is not, as has
been supposed, confined exclusively to
any set of men. A burglar, desirous of
obtaining a kit, will go to a hardware
store and purchase drills, brace and bits,
punches and wedges, these latter being
in a series, from those the thinness of a
knife blade to others the thickness of
one's hand. This assortment of seeming
ly innocent tools lie takes to a mechanic,
with instructions to temper them to r
certain hardness. To another black
smith he goes, and drawing a diagram
has a piece of iron made in accordance.
Still another makes him a second part,
and finally the thief has a “drag,” the
most powerful and perhaps the most
useful tool, from his standpoint, that can
be used in opening a safe. It consists of
a long screw, with simple iron braces to
be attached by a link to the knob of the
door.
A bole is bored through the front of
the safe by means of a bit, a block is ad
justed On the inside, and on this is placed
the point of the screw, which is turned
by a crank. As the screw revolves it
penetrates farther and farther until the
back is reached. Then, as the tremen
dous pressure continues, something lias
to give, tho front generally being ripped
out.
This apparatus, in addition to its sim
plicity and r prick work, has tho advan
tage of being noiseless.—Philadelphia
Times.
?Jc3!ahoo‘;; Simplicity.
The French cynics never knew just
what to make of Marshal McMahon's
simplicity anti candor. Once while he
was president the council of ministers
were divided on a question in the affirm
ative side of which McMahon himself
felt the deepest interest. When they
came to vote on it. they found them
selves tied—five voting “aye” and five
“no.” “Well, gentlemen,” said the pres
ident, with a sigh, “I confess I am sor
ry, but the motion ia lost.”
His five opponent* exulted in their vic
tory. His fiv9 associates looked respect
fully astonished, but said nothing. After
the meeting one of the latter called the
president aside. “M. lo president,” he
whispered, “we were amazed at the re
sult of that vote, but held our peace out
of regard for you. We had supposed
that you were of the same mind with
ourselves.”
“So I am,” answered MacMalion,
“heartily.”
“Then why did you not assert your
right and cast the decisive vote?”
“Upon my faith,”' exclaimed the hon
est old soldier, "I never once thought of
it!”—Kate Field’s Washington.
Auntie’s Ignorance.
Orders had been given to the police
man to arrest all mendicants whom they
found in the streets. In obedience to his
instructions a Nineteenth district police
man took into custody an old colored
woman whom he found soliciting alms
at Eighth and Chestnut streets. When
she arrived at the station house, the ser
geant in charge looked at her over the
desk in surprise. She was old, and her
hair had faded to gray, but her eyes
shone brightly. She made a queer little
bow and said, “Good even’, rnas’r.”
After “auntie” had given her name,
the police official asked her age.
“Law’s sake, I don’ know. Been putty
long ago since my mammy tol me. I
clean gone fo’get.” She smiled, and 60
did he.
“Are you married or single?”
“I don’ know,” came the answer. The
sergeant looked up dumfounded.
“You don't know?" queried he.
“Umpum,” said 6he, shaking her head.
“Why don’t you know?”
“ ’Cause I'ze a grass widow,” respond
ed “auntie.”—Philadelphia Press.
The Tote Was a Failure.
The worthy Sunday school superin
tendent was illustrating the text, “What
soever a man soweth that shall he also
reap.”
Superintendent—If I want to raise a
crop of turnips, what sort of seed must
I sow?
Children—Turnip seed.
Superintendent—If I want to raise a
crop of tomatoes, what kind of seed must
I sow?
Children—Tomato seed.
Superintendent—Very good. Now, if
you want to raise a crop of good man
hood, what kind of seed must you sow?
And an observer who kept tally report
ed that the school ou test vote was a tie
between turnip seed and tomato seed.—
Buffalo Times.
A Storm Indicator.
In Winna, Logan county, Kan., there j
is a well bored to a depth of 130 feet, and I
containing eight feet of water. Twenty
hours before a storm a current of air is- t
sues from it and passes through a whis
tle that has been fixed to the mouth,
which sounds a note shrill enough to be
heard for nearly half a mile round.—Ex
change.
sister’s Queer Actions.
Little Johnny—I guess sister doesn’t;
care much for that young man that’s ■
after her now.
Mother—I should hope not.
Little Johnny—Of course she doesn’t,
'cause she burns every one of his letters
just as soon as she reads 'em.—Good
News.
5.W. Wiliiamso,;, M. D.
[. SPECIALIST
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