Lewisburg Journal from Lewisburg, Pennsylvania on March 18, 1898 · 3
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3 A BAD HALF-HOUR. THE SPECULATOR WON HIS FORTUNE, BUT LOST HIS MIND. 4. Thrilling Kp1ol lnthe Career of ft Great Grain Gambler His Corner Seemed Success Whan the Market Broke" Bow He Hutched Victory tad Yet Lost. "Bad half hours" belong to that typo of genius known as the financier. A man can be truly called a financier only after he has faced and down ed at least one situation which meant his utter failure and undoing. If he wins once, the next hour in which he looks at the end Is made more hope ful from the consciousness of one vie tory. But if he is to be great he must have the "bad half hours," and, indeed, they are the one test of his greatness. Some years ago a man attempted to corner September wheat on the Chicago board of trade. He worked a fuil year with the utmost care. There must be no mistake. At last came the hour of his dreams. The "shorts" (those who sell what they have not got, depending upon buying in time for delivery) began to look for September wheat. Slowly but surely it dawned upon them that some one had or was attempting a corner. The name of the genius who held it was unknown and the belief that the whole supply was in one man's hands was but vague. As the hours passed, however, the awful certainty that there was a corner began to have its effect Men fought and shrieked like panic-stricken women, knowing ruin was certain could they not buy. The genius of that hour sat unmoved while the price went up in quivering lumps. But the price seemed to have no effect. There appeared to be no wheat in the market. Suddenly some one rushed to the genius and rudely shouted: "You are holding September." "Yes, but I don't like the price." Instantly the floor was frantic. Men prayed to him, and then, as he sat silent, cursed him. The price of wheat went up in bounds. Suddenly It stopped. Some one was selling. Then came the bad half hour. The genius thought he held it all. Could It be that he had overlooked a few hundred thousand bushels' enough to cause him to unload? If so, it meant failure, ruination, oblivion. Wheat must be forced to a certain price to let him out even, to say nothing of winning. He had bought regardless of price, and every day he had held it the carrying charges, storage. insurance, etc., had increased its price to him. But some one was selling, and buy he must. In a moment the most obscure broker he knew was in the pit for him buying as if his life depended upon it. But in spite of his efforts the price dropped a point. Then aonther. The genius looked about him at the wild, fighting crowd. His mind went over the possibility of his failure, and then his success. He painted either In proper colors. His commissioners hovered about nervously, at a distance, waiting for the word to sell. But the continual selling by others brought the price down another point. He began to feel that he had made some mistake. He began to calculate hurriedly whether or not he could save himself If he unloaded at once. Could It be that they were selling short to frighten him? He did not know. He saw that he had a possible chance to save himself If he sold at once. But if he waited and the price dropped another point It was over he was ruined. He sat silent and still. He believed he had cornered September wheat. He had taken his time, worked faithfully. He had looked squarely at the chances against him. He believed he had anticipated them all. He was certain of it on the morning of that day. He knew they would sell short to force the market. It was not a new trick to him. Why should he have less faith because the very thing he had anticipated was happening. He would not sell until he could name the price. Ten minutes later the price steadied, and then advanced a point, then two, then three. The pit was a surging, howling, shrieking mass, but the genius sat like a stone. He sold at his price and made millions. A few months later his mind gave way. Josephine' Piano. What Its owners assert is the most valuable piano in the world is now in a London showroom. It was made in 1S08, by order of Napoleon Bonaparte, who presented it to the Empress Josephine. It was stolen during the sacking of the Tuileries and was afteiward sold at public auction. The case is of the finest rosewood ornamented with ormolu, while the keys are made of mother-of-pearl and tortoise shell. Napoleon's military taste is shown by the fact that one of the five pedals works a drum and triangle attachment. Men Who Get Drunk on Clay. The habit of clay-eating exists among the Indians in Paraguay and is looked upon by the natives in much the same light as inebriation by liquor in this country. The clay eaten is of a dirty white color and has a peculiar oily appearance and does not crumble, but becomes sticky when moistened. It is held in the mouth until it dissolves and is swallowed in small quantities. No Holitlny for Forty-eijrht Years. C. M. Bailey, the Winthrop, Me., oilcloth manufacturer, deserves a vacation. He recently told a reporter that in the forty-eight years he had been in business he never had taken a holiday himself or closed his shops. And he now has men working for him who have been in his employ the whole forty-eight years, though most of them have bd both holidays and vacations. "Walt Till the Clouils Roll By." At Port Koyal, Jamaica, for six months in the year thunder storms are of almost daily occurrence, and guests to picnics and garden parties are usually invited to assemble "after the thunder storm!" Cork Legs. So-called cork legs contain no cork whatever. The name arises from the fact that, years ago, nearly all the artificial legs used in Europe came from manufacturers whose places of business were in Cork street. London. THREE-YEAR-OLD ELOPERS. The Babies Quite Indignant at Having Their Plans Frustrated. The youngest eloping couple on record spent several hours at the Allegheny, (Pa.), Police Station a few days ago, and were returned to their parents. The would-be groom was Charles M. Douglas, aged 3 years, and his prospective bride was Margaret Carpenter, aged 3 years and 6 months. Both are blue-eyed, flaxen-haired tots, and appeared very much in love with each other. They were indignant when prevented from going to a minister's to have the knot tied. Miss Carpenter had her arm linked in thai of her lover, and they were walking hurriedly along North avenue, Allegheny, heading for a minister's house, when a lady met them and asked them where they were going. "Marderet and me doln' to det married," spoke up Charles, while Margaret hung her head and blushed and said it was true. The lady gave the youthful elopers in charge of an officer, who learned their names, but they did not know on what street they lived. At the Police Station they were handed over to the matron. Charles also told the matron he intended to marry Margaret. He was a most affectionate lover, placing his arm about the little lady's waist, and was not a bit pleased when she made him remove the arm. Charles admitted he was rather young to wed. When asked what he wanted for a wedding outfit he said: "A wagon with fifteen wheels to haui Mardaret and her doll in!" Margaret said she preferred a laughing and crying doll and a parasol for a trousseau. Charles was asked by Matron Kellog if he really and truly loved Margaret, He promptly said "Yes." In answer to a like question Margaret said "No." "Say yes," Charles put in coaxingiy, and she did. "Do you ever kiss Margaret?" Mrs. Kellog asked. "No, he don't," Margaret put in. "1 don't let him." "I do when it gets dark," Charle3 said. "Will you kiss her now if I give you a cent?" was asked. Charles said he would, and gave the lassie a hearty smack as if he was used to it. After some coaxing Margaret kissed Charles, and then both wanted to go and spend their penny for candy. The arrival of the parents interrupted the course of true love. As Charles was trotted oft by his mamma he declared he would yet wed Margaret. THOUGHT HE WAS A HERO. Unhappy Dilemma of a Man Who Held a Wash Tub Together. One of those ridiculous situations which at the time bring the coldest sweat out on a man's brow, and ever after remain with him as a constant source of mirth, occurred to a Shel-ton merchant a few days ago, says the Ansonia Sentinel. He thought he would take a bath, and as his fiat is minus one of the chief requisites for the job a bath tub he extemporized one out of a small wash tub and enjoyed a cooling abultion. He had just concluded and stepped from the tub for the towel, when sud denly the top hoop of the tub burst with a shart report, and the man saw, to his horror, that the whole contents of the tub would soon be flooding the floor. At the same moment he thought of the store beneath and the amount of damage the water would do as it ran down through the ceiling. He is a man of quick thought and in a moment he did the only thing possible. threw himself down beside the tub, and, clasping his arms around it held the already fast swelling staves together. He was successful In keeping the water in, but what a situation! He dared not yell, for he was hardly in a condition to receive callers, especially as he knew that all in the block at the time were of the gentler sex, and he realized at once that the only thing left for him was to stay in that position until the return of his wife, who was out on a shopping expedition. Like the boy who saved Holland, h manfully remained in his most uncomfortable position until relief In the shape of his wife appeared. Then, to cap the climax, when he asked her to get a rope or any old thing to tie about the tub, she, after a long fit of uncontrollable laughter, asked him why he didn't carry the tub and contents out to the sink and pour out the water. With a look that froze the smile on her face he did as she said, and without a word donned his clothing and wanderd out into the cold, unfeeling world, a crushed and humiliated man. Restoring Failed Manuscript. The city of Breslau recently consulted the chemists of the university respecting some old manuscripts of the sixteenth century, which damp and old age had made quite illegible In some parts. A remedy was very easily found It was ascertained that gall nut ink had been used, as had been expected. When painted with 1 per cent, alcoholic solution of tannic acid the characters became at once fairly discernible. Ammonium sulphide brought them out again in full distinctness This is the well-known cure, which once more has proved reliable. Frost-Proof Water Pipes. The Frost-proof Water Pipe Syndicate, of Birmingham, England, has been formed to put on the market a water pipe for services that will not burst when the water in it is frozen Samples of the pipe can be had, and those portions of the pipe that were artificially frozen, after being filled with water and hermetically sealed, showed no signs of leakage when tested afterward under heavy pressure. Anti-Squeak Shoes. Boots and shoes are prevented from squeaking by an air channel placed between two filling pieces at the sides of the heels and extending forward id the sole of the shoe, the air chamber being fitted with a valve for inflation. Metals Recently Discovered. Fifty-one metals are now known to exist, thirty of which have been discovered within the present century. Four hundred years ago only seven were known. LIFE'S 8CAR3. They say the world is round, and yet I if eu think it square; 3.: many little hurts we get From coir.erj here and there. But one gieat truth In life I've found, While journeying to the west: The only folks who really wound Are those we love the best. The man you thoroughly despise Can rouse your wrath, 'tis true; A.ni"-y sr.ee in your heart will rise At thlng9 mere strangers do; Br t those are only passing ills, Thl3 rule all lives will prove; The rankling wound which rakes and thrilla 13 dealt by hands we love. Love does not grow on every tree, Nor tri e hearts yearly bloom. Als fcr these who only Bee This truth across a tomb. Brt. soon or late, the fact grows plain To nil through sorrow s test; The only folks who give us pain Are those we love the best. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. v; 11 .A A T lJil Dusk was beginning to fall, and as I looked round over the long level of marsh land that surrounded us and saw no sign of any of our party I felt the first thrill of a not unpleasant un easiness. I glanced at my companion. She was walking quite contentedly by my side, apparently secure in the as sumption that I knew my way. As a matter of fact, I had the gravest doubt about it and there seemed no possibil ity of making sure. For miles on either hand the marshes stretched to the low horizon. The dry tracks were few and ill defined and already a light white mist was rising over the numer ous straight waterways. I looked at Miss Pascoe again, and my uneasiness gave place to a kind of expectant pleasure. Even supposing we were lost, there was no actual danger, and the great sense of solitude that hung about us gave me a feeling of possession that was keenly delightful. Miss Pascoe. unconscious of my doubtful cogitations, still walked on as through her feet were upon a familiar road. and indeed, as far as I could judge, we were making in the right direction. To have stopped would have been like a confession of incompetence on my part, and this to an unavowed lover was out of the question, at any rate until circumstances unquestionably had me at a disadvantage. So we went on, and the twilight deepened, and the mist trailed in denser wisps across the shivering, reed beds. Suddenly she turned to me. "What a queer place this would be to get lost in," she said. I think the serious possibility of such a thing had not occurred to her at all. She threw out the remark merely as a contribution to a flagging conversation. "Yes," I said. "But you're not afraid, are you?" "Oh, no; not at all! Of course you know the way, and that makes all the difference." "Of course it does," I answered, with a glimmering sense of shame. "How far are we from home now?" she asked after a pause, in which the darkness had perceptibly increased. "Three miles, I dare say," I said at a blind hazard. "That's nothing," she said. "1 thought we must be quite four." "Are you sure you're not tired?" I asked. "Wouldn't you like to rest?" But she persisted in walking on at that swinging pace of hers. "Even if I wanted to rest there's nothing to rest on," she said. "I'm sure I could find a fence somewhere," I said. "I don't believe you could," she said, "but I'm not going to let you try. I'd mucn rather get home. We walked on silently for another five minutes, and then Miss Pascoe stopped and listened, leaning forward slightly, with her hair blowing about her face. "Is that the sea?" she asked. It was the sea unmistakably, the slow, roll mingled with the rustle of the wind over the rushes. And then it became quite obvious to me that I had woefully gone astray, for the sea was before us instead of almost at our backs. "It must be the sea," I said, after a show of hard listening. "But it shouldn't be there," she said. "Why not?" I answered rather feebly in order to gain time. "It always has been there, I suppose." "Don't be foolish," she said. "You know what I mean. We must have got on the wrong path. Mr. Trirl-mere," she cried, "how could you have been so careless?" "My dear Miss Pascoe," I said, "if 1 have made a mistake, I am very sorry." "And you said all along that you knew the way," she pouted, trying to shoot condemnation from her eyes at me in the darkness. "You see," I said, "I got my directions from your brother from Jim and he's often so very inaccurate, isn't he?" "Absurdly inaccurate," she admitted. "If I'd known you were relying upon Jim, I wouldn't have come at all." "And then I should have missed the moat delighted walk I ever had." She turned away from me a little, with a petulant movement of the shoulders that pleased me mightily. "I wish we had Jim here," she said with pretty fierceness. "I don't," I said. "Then, perhaps you'll be good enough to find the right path. We can't stay here." "There don't seem to be any conveniences for camping out," I said. "Will you stay here for a moment while I explore to the right? I may get up to my knees in the marsh. You will be safer here." "Don't be long, will you?" she said. "Oh, no!" I said cheerfully. "I shall find the path in no time." I started off, carefully exploring the ground before me with my stick as I went. There was no sign of a path, and I began to be seriously alarmed for. Miss Pascoe's comfort. On consideration I came to the conclusion that I had made rather an ass of myself. Another hundred yards, and still no path. I paused and looked back. I could see a slight, dark figure moving toward me very carefully and slowly "Is that you?" I said. Miss Pascoe's voice answered: "Yes I'd rather come with you if you don't mind. When you left me, f felt o lonely that I was almost afraid." "I am more sorry than I can tell you," I said, "to have got you Into such an awkward tlx. Pick your way very carefully. Ah!" She had stepped with one foot Into a patch of wet moss. "Take my hand," I said. "It la quite firm where I am standing. Will you ever forgive me for this?" She took my outstretched hand, and I guided her to safety. But because the danger might be renewed at every mo ment I still retained my hold of her sum ringers, and we went forward to gether in that pleasant, companions ie way. "Don't talk to me about forgiveness until you have found the path and made restitution," she said. My fingers tightened upon hers Instinctively, partly oecause it was so pleasant to have them resting so unreservedly in my hand and partly because her voice was very low and without any hint of disapproval in it. "For myself," I said, "I cannot pretend to be sorry for this adventure. For your sake, of course, I am, but it has been so pleasant to have you to myself for so long that when we hit upon the path I shall be almost in despair." "We haven't hit upon It yet," she said. The ground under our feet seemed quite firm by this time. The moon was Just rising, swimming upward through the low lying vapor in a wide luminous circle of misty silver. Right above us a star or two blinked. "I suppose," I said, striking a match to look at my watch, "that the second dinner bell has rung by this time. In another hour there will be a hue and cry after us." I was sorry for this a moment later, becauBe in order to strike my match I had had to relinquish her hand. We had both paused and read the face of the watch together in the flickering light. Then it was blown out by a gust of wind, and darkness succeeded. I possessed myself of her hand again. "Well," she said, "shall we go onlt" "If you, like," I said. "I suppose we ought to," she said. "It would be rather fun to let them find us here, wouldn't it?" I said. "Think how pretty the lanterns would look coming glinting over the marshes." "But they might miss us," she said, turning her face quickly toward me. I saw the gleam of her eyes and the oval shadow of her face, and all at once I realized that there was only one thing I could do at that precise moment in my life. I stooped down and kissed her. "Forgive me for that as well, if you, can," I said. "It means that I love you. I suppose now I have trespassed beyond all hope?" For a moment she was quite still, and I cursed myself for such blind precipitation, but the circumstances and the time and place had all forced me to this inevitable result. "You think," she said, after this pause," "that you may as well pile up all your offenses at once and be forgiven or condemned on all counts at one time?" "Precisely," I said. "I am entirely In your hands." "I will forgive you," she said very sweetly, "when you have found the path." "It's a bargain, then," I said. I took a step forward and brought my foot sharply against something white that stood a few inches above the ground. "Why," I cried, bending to examine it, "this must be the broken post that Jim told me to look out for. What a close observer your brother is! This is the path that leads straight for home." "You knew it all the time," she said reproachfully. "No," I said. "I assure you that I had no idea of it. We shall be in just as the rescue party is preparing to set out." I turned to her and held out my hands. "I claim your forgiveness," I said. And she forgave me. Black and White. Chain bracelets are in again, not the wide c'l.imsy band affected a quarter of a century ago, een by women of fashion, but a slender, delicately made chain, set at close range with precious stones, and finished with a short, dangling end, from which depends a pear-shaped pearl or uncut jewel. A man is heaviest in his weight at forty years. Miraculous Benefit RECEIVED FROM Dr. Miles' New Heart Cure. ELI P. BABCOCK, of Avoca, N. Y., a veteran of the 3rd N. Y. Artillery and for thirty years of the Babcock & Munsel Carriage Co., of Auburn, says: "I write to express my gratitude forthemirac-lous benefit received from Dr. Miles' Heart Cure. 1 suffered for years, as result of army life, from sciatica which affected my heart in the worst form, my limbs swelled from the ankles up. I bloated until I was u liable to button my clothing; had sharp pains about the heart, smothering spells and shortness of breath. For three months I was unable to lie down, and all the sleep I got was in an arm chair. I was treated by the best doctors but gradually grew worse. About a year ago I commenced taking Dr. Miles' New Heart Cure and it saved my life as if by a miracle." ITJIWWr Dr. Miles' Remedies! Tir are sold by all drug-lJ irints undor a nositlve IsT' l""ST J, guarantee, first bottle benefits or money re- mf Restore) funded. Book on dis- j. , " nua r.t Ihu h urt. onH ,,.." nerves free. Address, DR. MILES MEDICAL CO., Elkhart, lnd. r HIE HE!) NAPOLEON. NEWS OF SITTING BULL'S DEATH MYSTERIOUSLY TM.EGRAPHED. On the Night He Was Slain the Indians Within a Radius of Hundreds of Mile Were Told of It by Bon-Are Signals The Og-alalla Code. There are not' many persons who know how the news of Sitting Bull's death reached the thousands of Ogal-allas who were encamped at Pine Ridge. It was one cold night early in December, Bays a Western writer, when men who had not yet gone to bed saw a faint light gleam from the crest of a butte far to the north.' A moment later another and a brighter flame sprang from the top of a bluff still nearer the Pine Ridge agency. Then, from peak to peak flashes of fire grew in intensity and rapidity, until the summits of 100 buttes were pulsating with light. The more distant fire looked like the blinking of a red star, but the flame on the bill nearest the agency was ominously distinct in its fierceness. The Sioux at Standing Rock were flashing the news 3f the red Napoleon's death to their brethren at Pine Ridge, a distance of over 200 miles. The Indian police were the first to discover the flaming code. They crept silently to the banks of White Clay creek, and there watched the dots and dashes of the Indians' midnight telegraphy. Each flash was repeated from hill to hill. General Brooke and his staff were summoned. The r came in fatigue uniform, and with a pair of night glasses watched the message as it came out of the north. The police were silent. Swords, their commander, lay at full length upon the ground, studying every flicker of the distant light and noted its duplicate approach the agency. It was evident that something was wrong. The Ogalallas and Brules encamped about the soldiers were already active. Now and then a haranguer's voice would come over the nipping air, proclaiming, it is supposed, his interpretation of the signals. There was a bustle in the corrals. Ponies were hastily driven into the great Indian village, lights flashed from tepee to tepee, and standing in solemn groups on the crests of the snow-flecked hill3 were hundreds of Sioux, who eagerly watched the story of death from Standing Rock, over 200 miles away. On each high peak almost as the crow flies of all this distance was a band of Indians, with a fire of Cottonwood and pine faggots, before which they held a blanket, raising and dropping it, according to their code of telegraphy. Thus, for over 200 miles, the tale of Sitting Bull's death came flashing through the midnight to the nervous and frightened warriors of the' Pine Ridge and Rosebud agencies. General Brooke, after studying the signals for nearly an hour, asked Swords the nature and cause of the signaling. The Indian preferred to wait a little longer before giving his interpretation. Finally he said: "There is trouble at Standing Rock. That is all I can make out of the signals." But It was evident that the policeman did not tell all he had read in the flaming message, for the unrest and ictivity of the Sioux about the agency showed that they had been told of something far more serious to their ;ause. Three days later official news of Sitting Bull's death was received at headquarters. Then the mysterious message which came like a red chain out f the north was plain to everybody. Guyed the Foreigner. A titled foreigner who was in this country not long ago was one evening seated in a Boston restaurant when several Harvard students entered. The students recognized the foreigner, so they took seats at close range. "Wait er," called the foreigner, "Bring me a menu card." The' waiter did so. The foreigner gave it one glance and handed it back. "Is that all? Take it away, take it away pret-tee bad. Where's your wine list?" The waiter produced the wine list. "Is that all? Take it away take it away," said the toieigner. "Pret-tee bad." By this time the students were roaring with laughter; whereupon the foreigner arose, and, striding over to the other table, demanded: "Do you know who 1 ;.ra? I'm " and he rattled off his er.i.re list of titles. "Is that all?" re-n'..:l:ed one of the students as the foreigner paused for breath. "Take it away take it away. Pret-tee bad." Dogs to Fignt Cycle Soldiers. The French newspapers note with much satisfaction that the German military authorities are so exercised at. the progress made by the Frengh military bicyclists that they are training numerous wolf hounds to attack militant wheelmen. The papers assert that daily, on the outskirts of Berlin, wolf hounds are trained to seize dummies, in French uniforms, which have been perched on bicycles. tilud Relief. Critic Where did you get the idea of that story? Author Out of my head, Critic Gracious, how glad you must be that it's out. London's Largest Parish. The largest parish in London in point of area is Lewisham, which has 5,773 acres; and the largest in population is Islington, which has new 330,-inhabitants. France's Great Glove Trade. France makes rjeiirlv 2R firtrt nnn na. of gloves and exports 18,000,000. In leu yeais vrieat XH imported 1,- 000,000 pairs per annum, valued at i.uOO,oeu. AN ARTILLERY DUEL. The Confederate Challenge and Its Acceptance at Port Gibson. "I witnessed the' only artillery duel that took place during the war," said . a veteran wearing a badge of the Sixth Wisconsin Artillery. "It was fought at Port Gibson, Miss., and was arranged with as much formality, if without seconds, as marks one ot those personal affairs of honor in Fance." In the spring of 1863 Gen. Grant was manoeuvring about Vlcksburg in an effort to get near enough to the fortified city to strike an effective blow. Troops below Vlcksburg crossed to the east bank of the Mississippi at Bruins-burg. Port Gibson is ten or twe ve miles east of Brulnsburg, and at that point the Confederates were in force. At dawn on May -1, 1863, the two armies were face to face. "When we reached Port Gibson," the Sauk City innkeeper continued, "both armies halted to take breath. Way off toward the Confederate line was a solitary house, and near this was the rebel artillery. While we stood there a battery of Confederate artillery left the line, trotted out as if on parade, swung around into line, and unlimbered. It was all done with the precision and nicety of a parade at West Point. Every man was in his place, we could see, although the distance was three-quarters of a mile. There the men stood, like so many statues in gray. Everybody asked what it meant, but no one could say. "'By jove, it's a challenge!" some one finally ejaculated. And sure enough it was. "There was no move in our line for a minute or two; then the bugle of the First Wisconsin sounded, and out went the six guns, swung into line, and unlimbered. In thirty seconds the Johnny rebs Baw that the challenge was accepted, and both batteries opened Are. "While the singular duel was in progress from twelve to twenty shots were fired from each gun. The First Wisconsin was commanded by Capt. Jake Foster, an old Ozaukee county boy who went out to Minnesota and enlisted at La Crosse. He was a good soldier himself, and his gunners were crackerjacks, and those percussion shells made the Johnnies jump. It wasn't five minutes before the Confederates had enough and rtarted to withdraw the battery. "Our boys disabled three guns, blew up a caisson or two, if I remember right, killed a rebel Captain, and wounded three or four gunners. Every shot that told was greeted by a loud cheer from our boys." SLEIGH BELLS. A Commonly Used as Ever Many Sleigh Bells Exported. The sleigh bells used in this country are made here, most of them in Connecticut, and many sleigh bells of American manufacture are exported to Germany and to Russia. There have been some changes in sleigh-bell customs. Shaft bells and bells fixed on the saddle of the harness have to some extent taken the place of the old-time string of bells on straps, but the strings of bells are still the more commonly used. Probably a third of the bell outfits sold nowadays are of the kind that fasten to shafts or the saddle of the harness and two-thirds are strings of bells. The bells exported are in about the same proportions. The sleigh bells of the old, familiar kind, round, with balls inside, are attached to straps, as they have always been, to body straps encircling the horse's body, and to neck straps. Sleigh bells are made of bell metal, and they were never made with such care with a view to their sound-producing qualities, nor were they ever so musical, as now. The commoner kinds of sleigh bells are produced at a very small cost and whole strings of bells are sold at prices that seem mar-velously low. The question has often been asked, and as often answered: How does the ball get inside of the sleigh bell? The question is here again answered. Ot course the ball itself is first cast. It is then placed inside the ball of sand that is to form the core of the mould in which the sleigh bell is to be cast. The mould is of the form and size cl the outside of the sleigh bell. The core almost fills the interior of the mould, but not quite; there is left all around, between it and the mou d, a little space. Into this space the molten metal is poured, and when it hardens it is a hollow globe cf metal, with the mould oitside and the ccr? inside. When the sleigh bell is taken from the mould the sand of which the core is composed, having been drie i out by the heat of the molten metal, can easily be shaken out of the bell through its narrow mouth; but the ball which has been placed in the sand before the bell was cast, is bigger than the mouth of the bell that now--surrounds it, and so it has to stay in. The Shah's Pet Cats. Lovers of cats will be interested to know that the Shah of Persia surpasses all other royal devotees in enthusiasm for these particular animals. He has no fewer than fifty of them, and they have attendants of their own, with special rooms for meals. When the Shah goes away the cats go, too, carried by men on horseback. The Centre of Population. The center of population in this country in 1790 was twenty-three miles east of Baltimore; in 1870 it was nearly fifty miles east of Cincinnati; now it is twenty miles east of Columbus, lnd. It moves westward at the rate of thirty-six to eighty-one miles every ten years. A Darky-Proof Hen Coop. A man in Cartersvilie purchased the gallows on which a man was hanged and built a hennery of the lumber. He has never had a chicken stolen from it, and it is said that the colored brother won't go within a block of it if he can possibly avoid doing so. Atlanta Constitution. Japanese Words. The Japanese language is said to contain 60,000 words, every one of which requires a different symbol. It is quite impossible for one man to learn the entire Unguage, and a well educated Japanese is familiar with only about 10.000 words.

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