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VOLUME II.
CLARE, MICHIGAN, FRIDift SEPTEMBER 19, 1879
NUMBER 20.
The Clare   County  Press.
ISSUED EVERY FRIDAY AT
Clare, Clare County, Mich.,
—BY—
ALVARO P. GOODENOUGH.
Advertising: Rntep.
The following Table of Advertising Rates has
been carefully arranged according to a plan based
on space required and time CONTINUED. Special
care is taken to set up and arr»ng« advertisements
in a systematic manner, thus making them more
attractive than when jumbled together.
TABLE OF ADVERTISING RATES.
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7.00
9.00
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3-75
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Business Cards, 3 lines $s per year; each additional line, Ji.
Legal Notices—Rates prescribed by law.J
Local Notices—locts, per line each insertion.
All Advertising payable quarterly in Advance. -
BUSINESS CARDS,
E. D. WHEATON.
C.W.PERRY
WHEATON & PERRY,
i.awver8.
CLARE,       -       -       MICH.
All business intrusted with them will recciv
prompt attention. Collections made and Real Ec
tateboughtand sold. Office Maynard Block,Main St
WM. H. ELDEN, Jeweler and
dealer 111 Wall Paper, Books and Stationery, Sewing Machine Fixtures, etc., Clare.
d.'RO. "W. JEFFERIES, Judge op
VJf Proeate and Justice or the Peace, Clare.
Special attention given to making collections. Of-
ce ox Main Street.
Q. EO. J. CUMMINS,
Attorney-at-Laio and Solicitor,
Gourt House Building, Farwell, Mioh.
Q C. CASTERLIN,
Attorney-and-Counselor-at-Law, and
Counselor & Solicitor in Chancery,
Court House Building, Farwell, Mich.
GEMS FROM POPULAR POKTS.
My name is J, I>. Sloss,
Of money-brokerB I'm the boss,
And a pillar of the chnrch I be;
I pass around tho plate;
A pious look I cultivate,
And I never, hardly ever, iibo a big, big D,
—William Cullen Bryant.
There is a boarding-house, far, far away, .
Where they have Med ham and eggs
Three times a day.
Oh, how themboarderB yell,
When they hear tho dinner bell;
Oh, how them eirgB do smell
Three times a day 1
—Oliver WetidellSolmes,
A gushing young damsel, Luclnder,
Leaned out of the back bedroom winder,
'Neath which her lov-ar
Lightly picked his guitar,
With no bull-dogs or shot-guns to hinder.
—Longfellow.
A hysterlcky creature, Deborah,
Sat admiring the crimson Aurora,
When a mouse in distress,
Ran under her dross;
She fainted and fell on the floor-ah,
— Wa\t Whitman,
There waB a youner lady from MuBcle,
Ran oft with a feller named Russel,
Tney camp to this town,
And were walking around,
When our Billy-goat biiBted her bustle.
—Henry W. Longfellow.
Now the swell in stylo arrayed
Goes forth to promenade,
But wilts 'neath the fervor of the sunbeam's glance,
And bo do hie collars and his jackets and his pants,
—Shakspeare, ,,
Two heads with but a single thought,
Two hearts that beat as ono 1
Two pairs of lips in suspense held—
Two little smacks—yum 1 yum I
—John a. Whitller.
Mary had a little lamp,
Filled full of kerosene;
She took it ouco to light t fire,
And has not since benzine.
Tennyson.
•' Oh rich and rare were thegemB they wore,"
Purchased at cost at the dollar store.
Tom Moore.
AS IMPROBABLE STORY.
BY M. E.  W.  S.
H,
Good Farming Lands for Sale
Cheap.   Titles Perfect,
Terms Easy.
H. C. Dodge, Frwell, Mich.
/~1 H.SUTHERLAND,
Notary Public & Insurance Agt.
Money to Loan
O-X IMPROVED -RI3A-U  ESTATE
Court House Building, Farwell.
Oftentimes to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths.
It was always a queer love affair, that
between Agnes Ballentyne and me. I
loved her with all the best side of my
nature.   She was infinitely above me in
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S. COOLEY,
DEALER IK
Harness, Whips, Hobes, & Blankets.
The best assortment of Trunks and Traveling
bags in town, and prices the lowest,
THE BEST OF MATERIAL USED.
All work  warranted.   Repairing done   promptly
I will sell cheaper than can be bought elsewhere in Saginaw Valley.
TO UBEN SMITHi
NOTARY PUBLIC.
Real Estate and Insurance Agent.
31ARK, MICH.
Particular attention paid to looking land, cstimat
ing pine timber, adjusting trespsasses and paying
taxes for non residents.
Manhattan Fire Insurance Company of New York
Strung and sound, with low rates.
M
R. JEFFERIES,
DEALER in
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FRESH & SALT "MEAT,
Fresh and Cured Fish,
Fine Groceries and General
Farm Produce.
Cheapest T E A in Town 1
Cash paid for hides,
MAIN STREET, CLARE.
C. DODGE, Justice of the
Peace and Notary Ptblic, Veknon, has j social standing, and in every virtue and
grace. I could not, a poor, wandering
artist, with my fortune hidden in the
end of a paint brush, hope to ask iiS
marriage the beautiful daughter of the
richest man in Glasgow, and yet she gave
the most unmistakable proofs, even
after one sitting, that she loved me.
Perhaps this disillusioned me I I was
too poor a creature to have any very
good opinion of a woman who fell in
love with me! I hated to tell it, but it is
true, the poorer order of pretty women
had always h fascination for,me., lliked
the MaoTavoea, who liveH*at'tKe fobtof
the hill, and who dyed their hair,
painted their eyebrows and dusted
themselves over with powder. I record
it now as a symptom of my then, diseased appetite, as I would record the
fact that I liked poisons or fish that had
been out of the water too long. But
with the MacTavoes I was at my ease.
They were jolly girls, talked slang, were
not too particular as to the chivalrous
respect which was the birthright and in
the air of Agnes Ballentyne. Yet they
were ladies, good girls enough, and entitled to at least decent respect from
me.
When I left Agnes, who was as fresh
and pure as the heather on our Scottish
hills, and as delicately colored as the
sweet-brier; whose hair, of a reddish
chestnut, was at once the envy and despair of my painter's art; whose voice
was low and deep, and modulated to
that degree of music that it had heartache in it, and went to see the loud-
voiced, coarse MacTavoes, I was
ashamed of myself, that I found myself
more at my ease and happier than I had
been with Agnes. I knew all the time
that it was a concession to my lower
nature. Had I been a philosopher, like
most of my learned Scotch countrymen ; had I had even my native Scotch
subtlety of thought, I should have
thought of Eros and Anteros, of the
black and white horse of German legend, of the contest for man's soul between the powers of evil and the powers
of good. But I did not; I was very
material then; the artist nature was but
dormant within me. I was but dreaming over my future, and I was, in a
coarse sort of way, enjoying, brutally,
my present.
It was not until Tilly MacTavoe
asked me to paint her portrait that I
realized, artistically, the great gulf between the girls.
"What," thought I, "paint upon
paint? Can I imitate that yellow hair-
dye?" And then I theught of those
deep brown shadows alternating with
gold which were hidden in the hair of
Agnes. For a moment I hated Tilly
MacTavoe, but when she undulated
away with a sort of snake-like grace,
and kissed a very white hand at me
from a pair of painted lips, I felt her
old power come over me, and I said
"Yes!"
It was while I was painting this portrait that old Mr. Ballentyne came to
me and gave me an order which almost
promised my fortune. He panted me
to go to the house of his brother, who
was a Scotch Laird of some position,
and to copy for him some old family
portraits. I knew, of course, that this
splendid piece of good fortune came
from Agnes, and I felt a great heart-
thrill as I looked at her sweet, noble,
beautiful face, as it began to smile out
of my canvas, to think that such a
woman could love me. We had had
many interviews, of course; sometimes
alone, for a short walk, but more often
with her Aunt Elspeth, as chaperon;
but Miss Elspeth was deaf as a post,
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"V. K. BROWN, Prop.,
MOUNT PLEASANT,   MICH.
First Class Accommodations,   Good Sample Rooms
lor Agents. Good Barn.
•HARWELL BILLIARE HALL,
FARWELL, MICH.
FINEST~~CIGARS,
Pure Wines, Liquors, Ales, Beer, Porter, Cider, Etc.
Those desiring a pure article are invited to oall.
HENRY  NEWTON.
QUMMERS & NEWTON,
Proprietors of the
FARWELL  LIVERY.
FORSES sTcARRIAGES
TO  LET.
Parties conveyed everywhere in this
section and vicinity.
j-jg-r-Terms reasonable.
T"**AGLE HOTEL,
Coral, Montcalm Co., Mich.
A. FRED GOODENOUGH, Prop.
A Temperance mouse.
This Is a new house, neatly furnished, convenient
to the trains, with good accommodations at reasonable prices.
GOOD  *UVSRY ATTACHED,
and absorbed in knitting, so I was able
to use a lover's pleading, if I had
ehosen.
But something froze my tongue; 1
felt an intense embarrassment—a fear
of Agnes. She had aa attraction that
.was most powerful. She did not want
that magnetism whioh is beauty's handmaid, and without which beauty is
powerless, but she was at the same time
repellant. I felt it somewhat explained,
when she told me that she had the
Scotch second sight, and that she had
the power of the magnetic hand. Indeed she smilingly gave me some
proofs of this mysterious power, by
putting her gentle, white fingers on my
heaviest easel, and pulling it across the
room unassisted, an easel which it took
two brawny Scots to even move. One
day she went into a sort of trance as I
was painting her, and her face looked
like that of a glorified angel. This
frightened Aunt Elspeth, as well as it
did me, and she told me that Agnes had
had these mysterious attacks long ago
in childhood, but she had hoped they
were over.
However, when I went down to the
Laird's house to copy the pictures, she
was there, the very pride and pleasure
of an elegant society. I saw her then
at her best, and I knew that I loved
her when I saw all the gilded youth at
her feet. There was young Lord May-
bury, who was dying rfor her, a man
who simply looked at me as he would
have done at a discharged valet; and
there was our own Sir Hector Mac-
donald, pride-of the local nobility, who
wanted her to become Lady Macdonald,
and preside at the loveliest castle on
Lake Katrine. Yet modestly che declined them all, and one day in the
picture-gallery, when I choked out
something about my love, she gave me
her hand and allowed me to kiss the
purest lips I shall ever meet this side
of heaven. We agreed to koep our engagement a secret until I had made a
little headway, but can I ever forget
how delicately, beautifully, gently, unselfishly she made me an important
man, how she forced all these discourteous people to treat me with respect, how I find myself engaged to
paint Mrs. Stewart, of Lyle, and her
nine red-haired daughters, and how
Olonnell, of Olonmeath, gave me an
order to paint his historical picture of
Lochiel, whioh was to be the gem of his
new castle at Aberdeen?
Agnes made my fortune; Agnes was J
my bettor angel.   She was the peerless
and the perfect.   She had promised .to
marry me.   Was this true ?
What mean and sneaking devil in
and furtive manner, to see Tilly MacTavoe? Why did I find her and her
loud-voiced, painted sisters a sort of
agreeable relief to the higher graces of
Agnes ? My brush was more constant
than my heart. When I tried to put
her meretricious graces on the canvas
my pencil refused, and I could paint
nothing but Agnes.
Do what I would, the face of the refined and aristocratic Miss Ballentyne
looked out of the picture.
" You are spoiled, Archie, by keeping
such fine company," said Tilly's sister;
" you are painting Miss Ballentyne always."
I cannot tell how long things went on
at this rate, when I suddenly heard that
Mr. Ballentyne and Agnes had gone to
France. Not a word. for me. Those
beautiful [letter (I have them yet)
which Agnes wrote to me were all, all
at an end—not even a note told me that
she had left Glaegow. I waited a week,
and then Mrs. Ballentyne's cashier
called with a large check—the payment
of my copyist work. I ventured to
ask him of the family news, but he
knew nothing except that Miss Ballentyne was ill and taken abroad rather
suddenly for her health.
I asked as a favor that he would keep
the check and allow me yet a few days
to give the finishing touch to the pictures, as they were all in my studio.
Ho was quite willing to retire with
the check,_canny Scot, remarking, "It's
a gude paimaister who pays whan his
wark's done."
That night came a great fire in Glasgow, and up went my studio an"d all my
"work." Each hard-featured old dame
and Laird of the Ballentyne persuasion
went up to heaven, like the prophet of
old, in a chariot of fire.
I was ruined, for I laiew that Mr.
Ballentyne would not pay for calcined
ancestors.
The next day I received a letter from
Agnes, dated Paris.
"I know all, Archie. I know that you
love Miss MacTavoe. Did you think to
deceive me? I who have known everything which was to happen to me almost from my birth, how 'coming events
cast their shadows before,' or are you
under a spell? You know I believe in
such thiugs. Perhaps it was destiny. I
was to turn from those who loved me
dear to one who was to be loved, but
who loved me not. Thank heaven 1 I
have made your career. You have orders enough now to make you the most
successful man in Scotland, and my
father's order (dear, generous papa! he
never would have thought of an ancestor but for me!) has made you comfortable for the present; but please return the letters, the gifts, and the portrait of Agnes Ballentyne."
Except the letters, which, by my only
good fortune, I had kept in the humble
lodging where my poor, dear old mother
and I lived, among the quiet people of
Glasgow, I had nothing to return. She
had not heard of the fire, dear Agnes.
I was   sitting  in the small   studio
go.
did
youy
whi-lj-b I had fitted up after this great
cloop9f. fife and mist had overtaken
vaefjoine weeks after this, when a
kn0«" came to the door, and, as I
ojMfcptVit, I saw Agnes.
8h* "floated in, so changed, so ethe-
ireJkljJWd, that I doubted a moment
whwfc^r it was a real woman or a ghost.
' Bu^ umiled, a smile of divine pity,
"com^-wion and love.
*%un going, you see, Archie," said
she-^Tlie blow struck here, where I
neviK -was strong."   And she laid her
■n her chest.   "It was not your
iiat you can not love me.   Love
here it is sent.   I mean that you
I love me with all your nature;
„        id love me a little"—here her
ewe-H -wild-rose color came high up in
her-jeheek—"at one time, did you not,
Arcliie? but with me it was a complete
pa*»0fi; I loved you wholly, and when
I feK here that you loved another I began to die.   It has not been a very remunerative passion to me," said she to
me,'*l)pf laughing and blushing, and as
she -Aid so a tear fell from her eye ancl,
glittK-ing like a   diamond,   it   slowly
tricklM -lown her dress.
I'-^melt at her feet; I buried my
wornjless face in her robe. What did I
SH-yH; How did I ask her to forgive?
Whi^could a wretoh say who had re-
ceijy everything and given nothing?
Wfhad one of those interviews which
cannpt bo put upon paper. She begged
me,*|jremeinber, as tho last wrench of
my Jfcgradation, to take the check for
the Imrned pictures.
"tt was not your fault that they were
boned," said she.
I fore it in small pieces—that was all
thojBomfort I had out of that piece of
pap**.
.After she had gone I looked on the
floo-jr, near where she had sat, and saw a
bright, sparkling thing lying on my
hunjiblo carpet. It was a diamond—
•jwrjUps her tear, crystallized. As I took
it Hi'my hand a severe magnetic shock
nun "through me; the stone had some
myat-ic power, perhaps from the touch
of Agnes. I felt as I looked at it all
theigreat shame and enormous folly, all
theinconsistency and the coarseness of
my town nature. I had loved this beautiful Creature as well as »n imperfect
natdr6 can love a perfect one. It was
the-fearthiness revolting against heaven
whielfhad driven me to the side of Tilly "JjfaeTavoo; yes, from the feet of ono
Khixe face was irradiated by the light
of Paradise.
And to add to my anguish and self-
tQjpoKto, a love, fiery, impatient, heart-
jnnfiing, for Agnes too it possession of
fdjiP}^ateBifWhexp&r.jrR^hex grace, her
my bride, were being torn from me by
that bony rival, death. I could not bear
the fate. That woman whom I had
willfully, secretly deserted for the poorer
creature, whom my perverted tastes
called a woman, but whom I now felt
-pas but a charnel-house decked with
painted rags and artificial charms—that
woman, in all her reality and sweetness,
her purity and love, became necessary
to my existence.   She, and no other!
Oh, God! Who can tell what a man
suffers when his sin finds him out?
I held in my hand the sparkling stone.
It seemed to fasten itself to my flesh.
I took it to the window. Yes, it was a
diamond of great value, singular luster
and purity.
That, at least, I would retain.
I walked toward Mr. Ballentyne's
great house in one of the fine streets of
Glasgow. His only daughter, the heiress tf vast wealth, lay dying within. I
had killed her—I, the poor artist from
the back street, who had been raised to
the best place by her hand, that gentle
hand which I had spurned 1
Aunt Elspeth let me in, with a sor-
rowfnl face. Agnes had broken a
blood-vessel, and would not last many
hours.
"Your diamond," said I, as I held it
up before her. "You dropped it in my
studio."
"No," said she, -with that crystalline
truth of hers, "I never had such a diamond."
"But I found it where you sat, and
where you wept," said I.
"Then keep it," said she, "for it must
have been a tear. Tears have come
hard, Archie, hard as diamonds. It is a
cruel death to die; a serious thing, a
heart-break, Archie, to love and not be
loved. But we are neither of us to
blame. Console Aunt Elspeth and poor
papa, Archie. Paint them a picture of
me, and keep the crystallized tear; it
will make your fortune!" And, with
her old, playful smile, she leaned back
against my shoulder, put her hand in
mine, and died.
Ancient Memphis.
A traveler in the East gives the fol-
owing interesting accounf of his visit
to the remains of ancient Memphis,
founded by the first known Egyptian
King—Menes: "But what did we see
of this wonderful city ? Only a succession of mounds," says the writer, "a few
pieces of ancient statues, and, far down
below the present level, with its face in
the center, a magnificent figure of a
woman in Egyptian dress, with noble
features and finely-modeled form, almost perfect, although probably 4,000
years old. As a matter of course, we
lingered and looked as long as we
thought sentiment required, then
pushed on to the remarkable ruins of
the cemetery, which was connected
with this city, or I should say, magnificent city of the dead—to the very
confines of which Memphis extended.
It is now but a little more than a vast
mountain of sand, being just on the
precincts of the African desert. There
are so many tombs everywhere peeping
out, and so large a number of pyramids
—eighty-one in all—scattered about,
that the interest is keenly excited at
once, and at every step some new development take place. When we remembered that old Memphis was seventeen miles in circuit, and was occupied with villas, gardens, and sacred
groves, we can realize more than in any
other waj the wondrousness of the
scene which remains to us to-day. After
passing the largest pyramid, considered
the oldest monument of antiquity in
the world, we descended rapidly to the
one little house of refuge standing in
the midst of the sand, dismounted and
lunched—thus securing a good resting
season, and after about an hour started
out with our guides to the two special
points of interest here, tho mausoleum
of the sacred bull, and the tomb of tho
priest Tih, the latter built about
3050 B. 0. These were uncovered
in 1860 by the Egyptian authorities,
who, first noticing mounds in the sand
bearing the appearance of heads, appointed a commission, and, after a labor
of sixteen months, an avenue of sphinxes, 600 feet long, was laid open, the pedestals or statues being perfect in every
instance. This was paved, and led to
the mausoleum of the Sacred Bull,
where these objects of worship had
been entombed for several dynasties.
There were found three separate chambers of temples, the latest where dates
were found—650 B. C.—being^the only
one now open. One cannot h'elp feeling interested in every detail of such a
place. Thore were the long avenues,
broad and high, hewn in the solid rock,
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A  MONODY.
BY Dl'l. LA MOILLK.
Hark I in tho treo-tops
The night winds are sighing,
Walling their dirges,
For summer is dying;
She Is dying alone;
Hear the grieved nlght-ghosta moan 1
For the queen of the year is dying.
Dost thou remember
The beautiful maiden
Following winter.
With roses o'orladen?
Liko an old man beguiled
By tho mirth of a child,
So was winter charmed by thiB maiden
Thus, in her beauty
She grow, till the fairest.
Kindest and dearest;
And then she, tlie rarest
Of all maidens, was seen
As tbe year's darling queen,
With a beauty that Is the rarost.
Here, with her smiling.
Harvests were springing
"Dp from tho furrow,
And here birds wero singing.
Well might nature rejoice
With a unisoned voice,
While this maiden's praise she was singin
But in this midnight,
With nothing to cheer it,
Midnight so mournful,
Now cometh a spirit:
Oh I hia form ia like death,
And we hold our hushed breath,
While he comes for her parting spirit,
Soon through the darkness
Her soul will be flying;
Wail miserere/
For summer is dying,
She is dying alone;
Hear the weeping ghosts moan I
For tho queen of tho year is dyln
Shauhona's GltOVE, 111.
PITH AKD POINT
cesses where are now standing the sarcophagi of tho bulls. Twenty-five er-
f ect ones stand in one archive, each one
weighing forty tons, and many of them
fully engraved with figures, representing life, death and immortality. But it
is no more wonderful to see them where
"Beaux on the shoes are fashionable,"
soliloquized old Hardheart when ho
kicked Sarah's young man out.
The lilies of the field have pistils;
and every wide-awake citizen of fair
Texas is "arrayed like one of these."
The hired girl who was called up at
'i o'clock in the morning thinks arose
two hours later would sound quite as
sweet.
"Marriage," says a cynic, "is like
putting your hand into a bag containing
ninety-nine snakes and ono eel. You
may get the eel, but the chances are
against you."
Tutor—"Come, now, Mr. B., give me
a familiar example of Hogarth's line of
grace. Can't you think of it? It's a
curved article that you see every day."
Mr. B. (desperately)—"A—a—pretzel."
Says the New York Commercial Advertiser: "Several papers have been
making fun of the Duke of Argyll's rod
hair, but he can't help it, gentlemen; he
was bqrn so." Sort o' redheaditary, eh?
—Boston Transcript,
One of the most trying moments in
while alx^iitSng^^ hoJllMi^
$2 he doesn't know what to do with,
and is at a loss to decide which to purchase, a colored shirt or a pair of eyeglasses.—New York Star.
Sugar, the chemists tell us, is composed of cool and water. Now, if the
grocers would only remember this, and
they are than to understand how they j put coal in  the sugar, when they feel
Remarkable Case of Kostalg-ia.
Homesickness is known to sometimes
assume the form of* a mental disease
An English paper states that among
the recruits sent to the garrison at
Montelimart was a youth named Mar-
chise, from Oorreze, who, from the time
of his incorporation, did not cease to
weep and lament for his country home,
day and night. His grief was so great
as to move the pity of the officers, and
they softened some of tho military
regulations in his favor. It was of no
use. The mountains of Correze were
ever before the tear-filled eyes of the
unhappy conscript. One day, instead
of returning to the barracks at the evening call, he betook himself to the railway, placed his neck on the rails, and
was killed by the next train.
A hedge-cutting machine has proved
perfectly successful and a valuable labor saver in England.
were put there. One which was presented to the French had been abandoned when moved some little distance,
as too heavy to be taken away. They
are thirteen feet long, eleven feet high,
and seven feet deep, and, although many
of the covers have been removed, nothing was ever found in any of them.
Above the sarcophagi are inscriptions
relating to their burial, and in whose
reign they died. Many tablets .were
found upon the walls, which were placed
there as offerings to the god; these,
however, were all allowed to be taken
to Paris."	
A JFight for Life with a Grizzly.
On Wednesday afternoon, a man
named Williams came into San Jose,
Col., for a doctor, stating that his companion, Walter F. King, had been badly injured by a grizzly bear, in a contest that morning a in canon known as
Skunk's hollow, about thirty-five miles
southeast of San Jose. The men were
hunting for deer. King got on a bear
track, on Tuesday, and went out early
the next morning. As he did not return m time, his companion went out
to search for him, and found him unconscious, but still alive, with his skull
fractured and his left side torn. A
grizzly lay dead about six yards away.
King was restored to consciousness and
carried back to camp, and assistance
given by a couple of men who were
camping a few miles distant. King
says he followed the bear's tracks to a
sort of cave in the hillside, heavily bordered with chaparral, and, supposing
the animal was inside, was on the
watch, when a rustling of the brush
caused him to turn, and he then discovered Bruin only forty feet away. He
raised* his rifle and fired, and the bear
came for him. He shot three times,
dropped his gun, and pulled his hunting knife just as the brute readied him,
but, ahnost before he could use the
knife, the bear closed on him. He cut
frantically, but was struck on the head
with the animal's paw, and remembered
no more until carried back to camp.
San Francisco Bulletin.
Prof. Richardson considers absinthe
drinking worse than opium eating. In
the worst examples, the absinthe drinker becomes a confirmed epileptic. One
or two wineglassfuls of it a day will produce -permanent dyspepsia. "A more
consummate devil of destruction could
not be concocted."
The wife of the Confederate General
J ,"B. Hood, who died recently at New
Orleans, leaves a large family of children, having borne twins three times
and triplets once.
compelled to mix it, instead of sand, it
would be gratifying to their customers.
—Burdette.
Some people who think that by
church memberships they are preempting homesteads in a land that is
fairer than this, will find that putting
blank envelopes in the contribution box
on Sunday will provide a serious drawback to reading the titles clear.
GoVERNESs(desirous of explaining the
word "enough"): "Now suppose, Fre'd-
dy, that you gave pussy all the milk she
can lap, all the meat she can eat, and
all the sweet cake she cares for, what
will she have?" Freddy (with* surprising alacrity): "Kittens."— Marion
{Ohio) Mirror.
Old Mrs. Cuir says she has alway,
noticed that in the summer-time, when
it is not needed, the sun is always as
hot as an oven, while in the winter,
when a warm sun would be very agreeable, it is always as cold as an ice-house.
We have noticed this, too. It must be
the fault of the almanac-makers.
"Tbe greatest bird to foight," says Pat,
"Barring tho agio, is the duck;
He has a foine largo bill to peck,
And plenty of real Irish pluck.
And, thin, do ycinolnd the fut he has?
Full as broad over as a cup;
Show mo the fowl upon two legs
That's able fer to thrip him up I"
It always appears to be absurd to ua
to hear the hero or heavy villain in the
melodrama exclaim, at the footlights,
before secreting himself in a musty
closet in the castle: "And—now—if—
I'm—dis— cov—e-r-r-r-ed—I'm — lost— •
I'm lost!" when the stupidest boy in the
top gallery knows very well if he's found
—he's found.
Boston Globe: A small boy was
sent to the country to board a short
time ago. He promised his mother that
he would write a good long letter, describing his trip and boarding place,
etc. A week went by, and his poor
mother was nearly distracted when she
got the following interesting letter from
him: "lam here, and I swapped my
watch for a pup, and he is the boss
pup; and I went in swimmin' fourteen
times yesterday, and the fellow stole
my pocket-book, and I want some
money; and I shall bring the pup
home'."     	
A chair in the old prison at Charles-
town, Mass., bearing Jesse Pomeroy's
name on its arm, was examined the
other day, and, in the arm, which had
been nicely hollowed out, was a stonecutter's chisel, about ten inches long
and weighing two pounds. The aperture by which this formidable weapon
was introduced into the arm was covered with hard soap, and neatly sloined
the color of the chair.