THE WPER BES MOINES, ALGONA, IOWA, WEDNESDAY. WIT AND llUMOli 'Have, you pot th.it resolution with yoiiP Or did you break it by taking too good care of itP— Buffalo Times. Whenever you heard man say that nil itien are alike it is an apology for some very contemptible scoundrel.— Atchison Globe. '' Doubtless when they speak of "the warring elements" they mean when the winds have, come to blows.— Washing ton Post. "You sue,-,Baron,my papa gives mo a book every birthday." "Ah! you must have already quite a library."--/'Vi de Blatter. The standard military pace is two and a Imlf fdot. On a double-quick retreat it is more.— New Orleans yunc. '. Speaking of 1 hydropathic cures it strikes us that well water ought to be good for sick people.— liinglutmton Republican. "Now, Johnny," said papa, "Who was Adam?' 1 "Ho was the man who discovered the world," said .Johnny.— Harper's Bazar. , Hilovv—"Now, look here, Bloobuuip- er, I wouldn't be'a fool if I were you." Bloobumper— "No, if VD'U were t, you wouldn't bo a fool,"— Epoch. Sanso — "Have you been playing poker for moneyP" Rodcl (disco'nso- latoly)—"No; but the fellows I've boon playing with have."— N. Y. Herald. When society whispers, you can bet it's whispering ill of some one; when it Breaks good of any one it uses a long distance trumpet.— St. Joseph News. Boh (the author)—"Wait a minute, ami I'll show you the proofs of my novel." -Gore—"No, no! I don't want nuy proofs. Your word is enough."— Puck. Namby—"She is very rich! Do yon suppose ho had a tender feeling for her?" Hooks—"Of course, of course — a legal-tender feeling." — N. Y. Herald. "llyhmor is a wonderful poet. He seems a brother to the muses."' "Yes; Ho has wooed them nil and they have apparently agreed to be sisters to him." —N. Y. Hun. Teacher—"Tommy, will you give an example of tautology?" "Tommy — , "Saw one in our paper this morning. It spoke of a 'brainless dude.'"— Indianapolis Journal. "You say yon waited on Carter when he married P" "Yes, I waited on him six mouths, and I'm still waiting. He bought his wedding suit of me."— Detroit Free Press. "Is there a stationery store in town?" asked a visitor at a Kansas hotel. "No, sir," replied the clerk, as he shook his head; 'this town is in the cyclone belt." — Harper's Bazar. The wicked stand with immunity in slippery places, whereas a small banana peel flings the heels of the righteous to the sky like unto the heels of the lazy mule.— Dallas News. "If you gave less expensive presents to people you could have better apartments than these," "I know; but I shouldn't got half so many good dinners."— Harper's Bazar. "Suggest a motto for my new business venture, will you, Miss AjrnesP" "What is the business?" "A "dairy farm." "Then suppose you take •Leave well alone."— The Jcsler. Mr. A. Tennyson Fizzle—"It is your day now, but I will be remembered when you have been forgotten." Old Gotrox—"Shouldn't wonder; I always pay cash."— Indianapolis Journal. Judge (to small witness) — "Do you know the nature of an oath?" "O.yes, sir. I am an oiliceboy, and have to answer tliu telephone every few minutes."— The Epoch. Koely's rival, the man who had al•most invented perpetual motion, is dead. But there are plenty of men still living who 'nave almost done something great.— liiifl'alo A'xprcss. Walker (newly married)--"! hope yon will do justice to my wife's biscuits, old man?" Culling (his Driest) — "Well, frankly, I think they deserve thirty day.*."— American On/vci;. _"You advertise that you are selling wine tit original prices, and yet. you are charging double what any one else is asking." "That is what tlmre is original about il."—J<'liv<jtimla Mailer. Harry—"Yonr remarks,Miss Jennie, are so spiced with wit thai. Ihey quite take my breath away." Jennie—"I'm glad of thai, for your efforts with cloves have been Hat failures!"— N, Y. Herald. "Demi-train," ho exclaimed as he stopped on it and fell over it in two or .throe places. "But it isn't," she said, unconscious of his profanity,and proudly, for it was her first loiiig gown.— Washington Star. Mrs. Honeyton — "Are those some of the cigars 1 -rave yon?" Honoyton— "Yes," Mrs. Honoyton — "How are they?" Honeyion—"They are of the kind that it is bettor to give tliau to receive."— Harper's flazar, Mabel—"Haven't. I told yon a hundred times imt to kiss me!' Jacques— "Yes, I suppose yon have." Mabel— "Well.if you knew how hard it was for lue to say it you wouldn't make me do it."— Boston Courier. "I cannot permit it," said the mistress; "you must not bring stranger*' into the kitchen." "Sirangers? Whv, Mr. Locust's not a stranger! 1 know him before Ins got on the police force." — Philadelphia Times. "Let us see—a cynic is u man who is tired of the world, is ho not?" the young language student asked. "No, no, my child," replied the knowing tutor. "A cynic is a man of whom the work! is tired."— Milwaukee Sentinel. Wiek'.viro—"You're just too lalo, Yabsloy. .Mudgo has just Unished siii"-- ing -Hocked in the Cradle of the Deep.' You missed a treat.'" Yah.-dey— '•(), he had to treai; before you would hit him sing, oh?"— Indianapolis Journal. Maddux— "Who is that dilapidated- looking individual?" Gaz/am —"Thai's a man named Hawkins. Graduated at the head of his class in college and delivered an eloquent valedictory on 'The Secret of Success.'"—A'. 1'. "What is the nir that young fellow is whistling?;'said: the old gentleman who doesh'l^fk'B music, to hist clerk. "It's a marelf''-tltn'e of sonie sort.'" "Well.go amViell him it's only January as yet. He has over a month to go."— Washington Post. .. Old Spiritualist—"That coat you sold mo is all going ter pieces." Dealer— "Mein frient, you go to doo many off flose seances^ 'Dose spirits dake 'a viincy to dot line coat und dey demat- erializt) it So- as to . haf it for dere- selvps."— Good-News. Guy—"I feel like a new man today." Bright—"Do you? Glad to hear it. Perhaps you pan see your way clear to pay mv little Mil." 'Gay—"I'm a new man, I told you. You can't expect md to assume the .liabilities of the old concern,"— Boston-Transcript. . \ "Well," snid Mrs. McGudley, after her visit to ft notable social-'nvottt',' v% i have hoard'abdtit'.society people showing each oilier- the cold shoulder, but from the way some that I saw were dressed I didn't wonder at their shoulders being chilly,"— Washington Post. "You are discontented with the wages I pay you, and yet at Mrs. Brown's you didn't have any more." That's so, .and I did all the work there, too.' But, you see, you want me to love your children, and I must have extra pay for that."— Fliegende Blatter. Yabsley—'"Look here, Mudge, don't you think it is time for you to, stop iwhile? Why, , when I" saw you last night—-"' '.Mudge—"Last night? I only had two beers. I was sober as a Judge.." '.Yab'slcy— "Maybe you 'were. But! took you.to be; full' as a Senator." — Indianapolis Journal. How Mail Oars arc Manned. Nearly every railroad in the United States carries/at least once a day, one or more men whose business it is to receive, sort, and ' deliver the mail gathered at the towns-along or near that road. If there is little work to be,done, one man does it alone, iu a small room built in a part of the baggage-car or smoking-car. As. the .'business increases, two or more men work together, having a whole car for their accommodation. This car is drawji directly behind the engine, so that there shall be no occasion for any passing through it. With still more business, between the largo cities, two or more cars are run; until between New York and Chicago we have a whole train run exclusively for mail service, made up of five cat's and worked by twenty men. A line of railroad between two cities, used in this way, for sorting the mail, is called "R. P. O.," i. e., "Railway Post-Ofiice," and-there is an immense number of such'in the country, taking their names from the chief offices-on the line. Such are the "Boston and Albany," "Boston, Springfield, and New York," "Portland and Island Pond," "Chicago and Cedar Rapids," and many hundred others. The runs vary greatly in length, ranging from twenty miles to as high as a thousand miles. [ The extremely long runs, with the exception of the "New York and Chicago," are found only in the West,' where there are great distances between the cities. On such a run there will be two or more men, one crew sleeping while the other works. The A'New York and Chicago" is divided into three sections. Ou this run, the twenty men who start out from New .'York are relieved by as many more at Syracuse, and these in turn are relieved at Cleveland by another company who take the train into Chicago'. As a general thing, however, a run is planned to be about the distance which can be covered in a day. Ou all the more important lines there are two sets of men,- one for day, one for night service. If the run is a" short one with but little mail, one man does the work alone, running every day, and usually having several hours to rest at one end of the road or the other. Where the run is lowg enough, so that the trip takes all day, there will bo four sets of men. One man, or set of men, starts at one end of the run, and covers the entire line, meeting the other somewhere on the route, and returning the next clay. When these men have worked a week, thev go home to rest a week, and others take their place. Such is the arduous nature of the work, the strain to mind and body, and particularly to eyesight, from working all day long in the constant jar and rattle, that few men would be able to retain a place wore it not for those periods of rest.— Max Bennett, in St. Nicholas. A ISanlc on Wheels. New Zealand has a bank on wheels. On certain days of j,he week a clerk from one of Ilia Palmorston banks travels up and down the railway line from Palmerston to Otaki, transacting the ordinary business of the bank en route. Laden with a sachel containing his supply of cash, and provided with a teller's usual precautions against danger of robbery, he makes the carriage his headquarters and there receives visits from customers at the way stations, changing checks or taking deposits as occasion may require. This plan is said to bring a good share of grist to the bank's mill, and proves a great convenience to settlors, who are saved all the trouble of journeying to towns lo relieve themselves of surplus money or procure change, This will probably continue until some bold i'usi;al interviews the clerk and cleans 0111 his bank. A Lenient Undo. The most lenient pawnshop in the world is the Monte di Piota in Rome, established in lf>85. Any person who brings a pawn may borrow from $ia lo $-'U without paying any interest, but all that is lent above that is paid for at the rale of ~2 per cent per annum. At the end of two years, it the pledge lie not redeemed nor inlcrcsl,of the money paid, tin. 1 pledge is sold and the over- pins of the debt is laid by for the owner, who Inn it in his power to demand it within 100 years" People eat '20 per cent more bread when i he weather is cold than wlicu it is mild. Pompeii of England. A British Pompeii has just been^dis- t'ovtsred itearofteading In Berkshire on the great Strathfeldsay estate of the duke of:'Wellington, says a, London dispatch of the Dunlopcable company/ It is a true cit}-, not a tfiere camp, and when fully excavated .will throw light upon the domestic li.fe of our remote ancestors of more than one thousand 'years ago. •''The city now being laid 'bore is the Brito-Rbnian Silchester. The whole area has been free from all building operations ever since the Roman occupation of Britain, in fact, the soil is'.firgin, having been pasture land for centuries. The excavation committee has already succeeded in revealing; to the itiine'teenth century eyes life : in a British city that had a long existence in 'a, day of which history is o I most silent. The task of ex- eavatioti is.a tremendous, one, but the work is being prosecuted, as fluids come in. .'; ••••'•. 'An exhibition will be opened at the Burlington House, Piccadilly, within a few days which will present features of extraordinary interest. On the walls Avill be hring a huge plan of the buried City, marking whereabouts the streets, walls, gates, houses, baths, temples, forum and .basilica stood. The excavations'have brought to view the remains of an important house ornamented with mosaic floors and containing rooms heated by hopocausto. Among the articles to be exhibited are potsherds-, bones, combs, bronze utensils, fragments of good glass vessels, pieces of ironwork, chiefly tools, including carpenters' planes, chisels, axes, hammers, gouges, anvils and some edged tools, sharp enough, even after being buried for ten centuries, to v/prk with now. The city was laid out with great regularity in squares like Salisbury and Winchester in medieval times. Strange feelings are excited by the -sight of a piece of tile upon which a baby must have troden while the clay of which it is formed lay drying in the brick-maker's yard. The prints of the little toes are distinct, and the entire foot is perfectly marked. There are very fair specimens of pottery from coarse ccltic ware to delicately molded vessels embellished with artistic de- ,sij;n8 of human and animal figures and symbolic devices. There are two sets of human bones, skeletons . of immature infants or dwarfs, as also needless and other articles of household use. Among these it is curious to note a key ring and safety pin, with other toilet aucl table requisites, much resembling'those in present use. There is one bangle almost a fac-siniile of those worn in India and seen in our jewellers' shops to-day. She Blessed Him. There were four or five men leaning against the city-hall fence recently, talking politics and progre&s, when a woman halted before them, says the Detroit Free Press, and asked "of one particular man: " ''Could you let me have money to buy a pair of shoes with?" "Do you realty need 'em?" he inquired iu turn." "Very badly, sir; and I shall.never forget your kindness if you aid me." ••Well, here it is," he "said, as he put a bill in her hand. "Thanks, kind sir; and may heaven bless you." When she moved away one of the group said: "She was mighty cheek}'." "Brassiest tliing'l've seen in a year," added a second. ••Do you know her, Bill," inquired a third of the man who opened his purse. •Y-e-s, more or less. We've been married about twenty-five years and when I don't come down she takes this way of making me. I rather like it; I get the credit of being very charitable r.nd she gets the cash." Fond ol' His Frau. Hef Argument. Well no, not linnlsome in tho • leftst-lits flg>- lire's BlVsvlalit iviul lull; , . He Ims pood lct>tli find roguish eyes, nice nnir, his Imnds nre ptniill. . . A On every block you'll meet a mnn much liana- eointr than he, , ',, .,,„ j,» But Mien, I I'.ve hlra-tlmt ranfces all the difference, you see. Not rlch-fnr from It. He Is just a bookkeeper down-town. , . __-l,o Of course lit? sulary enn't bo much; lie woriss for Blnclc & Brown. . 1 dn'rc sny we shall liare to take the smallest kind of flat _ , „ _ . To start with: but I love him BO £ shall not care for that. He Isn't talented (it all. -He doesn't paint nor Nor rhyme; nor show. Indeed, a special tnstc for anything , ;._ Out of the common wny. He smokes more, thanhe ouplit todo; , But then, I love him BO I've leanled to love tobacco too I • And, yns, ho has a temper—ho Is not an angel, quite. , Ho scolds mo often; but I think he's nearly always right, And even If ho wasn't I should try to think ho wns, Because 'twould break my beart to really quarrel; and because— O Just because. And I can't help It—that ex plains It host. It doesn't? Well, then nothing will. You think I am possessed? • You say I mnko myself a slave, find wonder how I c u? But, dear, ] see you don't know what It Is to lovo a man. —Madeline S. Bridges. The German Emperor is said to be extremely fond of his big, kind-hearted blonde frail, and is reported as saying: ••I could wish no butter to the men of my nation than that the girls would follow I he example of their Empress in (Itivoling ihcir lives as she does to the cultivation of the three K's—die kirclie, die kinder, and die kuchu" (the church, thy children, and the cuisine). How Gen. Hooker Got His Oharger. "Gen. Banks's story about his war charger," said Pension' Attorney^ Bond, "recalls to mind one Hooker rode in 1863, and especially at the battle of Chaucellorsvillc. Few people know how Hooker came by that horse. I will toll yon. When Siokles's corps was camped on Good Hope Hill, just across the eastern branch, and about a quarter of a mile above the residence of Fred Douglass, I happened one da}', while out foraging for something to eat, to run across a milk-white Arabian stallion that had been hidden in the pines by his master. I took the horse into camp, and Gen. Sickles, who was a connoisseur of horseflesh, no sooner put his eyes on him than he recaptured him from me. 1 made no remonstrance, however, as the horse was of no use to me. "A few days later the owner of the Arabian came into camp, identified his iiorse and claimed him. Sickles held that he was a confiscated horse, and refused to give him up. Then the owner went to Secretary Stanton for relief, and made affidavit that ho was a loyal man,.and came back to camp with the order from Stanton to Sickles ,o deliver the horse. In the mean ;imo the horse had disappeared. Ho turned up, however, in New York city i few days later as the property of George Wilkos, but neither Stanton lor the horse's owner was aware of these facts. When the matter was juieted down, one day an item appeared in the papers that George (Vilkes had presented a thoroughbred Arabian war charger to Gen, Hooker. "That was how the horse came into Hooker's possession, and how he came to ride him at the battle of Chancel- lorsvillo. He was one of the finest specimens of his race, and when seated on him (ion. Hooker was not only the best mounted otlicor in the Union army, but lie was far and away the handsomest."— 0love-Democrat. A NOBLE_R]EVEjS T GE. "I am very sorry that this should have happened, Miss Etherege; you have met "all my requirements in every respect. In an establishment of this sort one is forced to be _exceedingly careful, almost over-cautious, as one may say. I think you will lincl your salary quite correct as to the amount." Mrs. Carter, the smooth-voiced and gracious "proprietress" of the Minerva Academy for Young Ladies, smiled as sweetly as if she were not cutting off poor Agues Etherege's dependence for daily-bread, as she laid the money ou the teacher's lap. "I understand," Agues said, growing quite white, and with a strange quiver in her voice, "Mr. Lundie lias! been talking to you." Mrs. Carter pursed up her lips. "I am not at liberty to give the name of my informant," she said primly, "but the promptitude with which von guess at the name of a possible suggested certainly would give the idea that you were prepared for some such accusation." Agnes rose up wearily. Of what use were defense, argument, pleading? Did not Hugh Lundie's vengeance follow her everywhere, blighting her every prospect? Had he not said to her, with a green, glittering light in thoso cruel eyes of his, "I will yet compel you to be 1115' wife?" No; he could not do that. She might starve; she might suffer for the actual necessaries of life; she might even be driven to throw hei'self, some of these stormy nights, into the black, chilly abyss of the cruel river, to find oblivion "for good and all; but she never would marry him. This was the third situation of which his subtle scheming.? had deprived her. She was alone anil helpless in the world; lie was strong and powerful. Why was it that one human creature had power to exert such evil influence over another? She went home, with a dull, fixed look in her eyes, and a deadly while- ness ou her cheeks. What could she do now? For she was weak, and young, and slender, and perilously beautiful, and the world was so relentless and cruel. Agnes Etherege was working out the problem that many other human souls struggle through; and how do we know how many sink eternally in the strife, and never are heard of more? The little lodging where she kept her trunk, and which she dignilied by the title of "homo," had never before seemed so high up and dillicult of access, but when she opened the door she started back with a low cry. it was no longer dark, Chill ^aiid silent. Lights burned on the mantel, and a great fire of high-heaped coals rourud up the chimney, while a shrewd-faced, little old man, brown and keen, with glittering eyes, like a human squirrel, sat spreading his hands over the blaze. "Ah!" He looked up with a nod. "You are Agnes, I suppose? You don't know me of course?" "No, sir," saitl Agnes, half expecting to see the whole scene melt and dissolve, like the fabrication of enchantment; "I do not." "Well, I don't know how you should," said the old man. • "I'm your Uncle Tobit. I've come home to live. Hindustan's a very nice climate, but it's a little shaky when one has passed one's 60th year. I'm going into the banking business. I want yon to keep house for me. Yes, I know; you always supposed I was dead out in the east. I let your mother think so. I was a wild chap iu my day, and no particular credit to any of my relatives; and when I had a decent record to show her, why, she was dead. That's all over and gone—no use crying over spilt milk. Come." And Mr. Daniel Tobit rose up and seized a yellow alpaca umbrella, which apparently constituted his sole stock of baggage. "Are you ready? I can have a fly at the door in five minutes." "But, uncle ." The old man chuckled. "Say it again; it sounds good- uncle!" • "Where are we going uncle?" asked Agues, her heart beginning to warm strangely toward this eccentric olcl man. "To my agent's. He has hired a house for me somewhere and furnished it with something. 1 dare say it will do well enough as long as the roof don't leak and the collars aren't damp." And Agnes Etherege, feeling as if she were in a dream, allowed herself to be led away from the old room and the old life, and the drearily brooding shadows of the past. Uncle Daniel 'Tobit loaded her with luxuries—hung her with jewels as if she had been a glittering eastern idol, and anticipated her, slightest wish. Agues had no more'loneliness and penury now—yet the one thing over which she most rejoiced was the complete severing of aught resembling a link bc.tween Tier now life ami her old. deling when he passed her cnrriaSe w ndow as she sa opp*. she a Ee^ent street shop, waiting tor her uncle, she sank back, white and tumbling among the warm cushions, as if the shadow of some evil spuits • f_ 11 __ M nimoe nDT. herself, ilettr He Had Once a year a party ol ;crack shots start froni Hiawatha for a hunt in- the wilds of Oolor'ado. One of the party at one time was George Greene, aa ex. pert witli a lariat, and although a rich, middle-aged stockbuyer at Lincoln, he has never lost a chance to test his skill was as sh, sat. all furs,, and silks and jewels, in her uncle's private office at tlie bank, she saw the face pass the little curtained window. . ; "Uncle," shefailerecV'whatistlmtP "I don't know what you mean, child," said the little brown-visaged Cft "The S man with the blue necktie and the reddish mustache—there, just be- vond the desk.' 1 ' "", .,'..„ , " "A new clerk, I believe," said Uuc e Tobit. Reduced gentleman-sickly w ifo— necessitous circumstances—all that sort oJ trash. Name'of Lundie. Now, my dear, I await your, commands." . . ' ' And as Agues Etherege passed put of the bank, closely veiled and leaning on her uncle's arm, Hugh Lundie never knew whose were the eyes hxed mournfully upon him. "I will try to forgive him,',' she thought; "but I never want to speak to him or hear his voice again." It was New Year's Eve—a dark, d is- mal night of snow and tempest—Miss Etherege was sitting alone, in her pretty bondo'f, when a card was brought her. "Mrs. Hugii Lundie." She couldliardly decide what course would be best for'her to adopt, when the rustling of silken skirts were heard on the threshold, and a pale, pretty- looking little lady stood before her. "You are Mr. Tobit's daughter?" asked the stranger, in such appealing accents. "You are mistaken," Agues answered, her heart at once softening towards this wan, shadowy, creature. "Not his daughter, but his Viece." e "It is all the same," Mrs. Lundie rejoined, hurriedly. "I—we have come to ask a favor of you. Your face is kind and gentle—I have faith to believe that you will grant it." And, without waiting for Miss Eth- crege's reply, she told one of the piteous stories which may be loo often divulged by bank.clerks and employes —a tale of misplaced trust and betrayed confidence—of money stealthily borrowed from the funds o't the bank to meet pressing exigencies, in the fond certainty that fortunate speculations would enable it to be paid—of ruin, disgrace, impending dismissal and arrest. • And the story, told by the wife's lips, was of a husband's dishonesty and deficiency. As the poor young creature concluded her sorrowful tale she threw op«n the door. "Your influence over your uncle is said to be unbounded,"" she-added. "Oh, surely, surely, you will use it for our sakes! Dear Hugh, come yourself and plead for what is dearer and more precious to yon than life—your honor —your good name among men!" And before Agues could speak to interpose she was face to face with Hugli Lundie, the persecutor of her former years, the humble suppliant for her influence now! In the same instant he saw and recognized her. A crimson spot mounted to his cheek—he grow pale as death. "Agnes Etherego!" Miss Etherege, with a face sweet and serene as a pictured saint, turned to his wife. "Your favor is granted. Leave me now!" For old Daniel Tobit never refused aught to his niece—and Agnes EUier- ege felt that; she was more than re- vunged the moment when Hugh Lun- dio's" wife, as ignorant of the past, us she was hopeful of the future, came with happy tears to thank her for the mercy that had been extended to her erriug husband! Entirely Too Observant. A gentleman from Virginia related to a friend in a Gay street car the other clay how he hired a negro and put him in a iield to work. After a while the planter came along and accosted the new hand. "Did you see a coach go clown the road a while agoP" "Indeed I did, boss. One of the horses was a gray horse and the other was a roan and lame in the off leo-." "1 thought that I heard someliunt- ers thttro on the edge of the woods." "Yes, boss. One ob clem was Col. Jones. He was the tall one, Do second one was Major Peters, and the third one was Tom McKe'o. Col. Jones had one ob dem new-fangled brooch- load in 1 guns dat break in two." "Did you see those pigeons 11 y over just now?" "See 'ein! Guess I did! Dar was nineteen on 'em. Dey lit in that corn hold down yonder. "Well, you see too much fora man that is hired by the day. Hero's vour wages. When I want "a nnin to keep watch of what is going on I'll send for you."— Baltimore Herald. with his favorite weapon. He ... quick with a rifle, but when* he began an attack with a lariat ho disdained to take advantage of his foe with powder and ball. Mr. Greene developed his wonderful skill. by long service on ranches as a cowboy. , The hunting party Was mounted one morning early for a day in the saddle, when Mr. Greene saw a large bear making tracks across a clearing for the woods. He was a master horseman, and his horse was not unlike him,being well bred and fearl&ss. With a cowboy yell he clapped his spurs to his "partner" and away they went like mad to head bruin off, and succeeded in doing so. Swish-sh went the lariat through the air. The horse snorted, set back, and the astonished bear was roughly jerked into a standing position, with a taut lasso about his neck and in under the fore paw. Then there was a wild scuflle, and though the brute pulled and danced about, the trembling horse held him tight. After, a few seconds the bear quit trying to get away, and thoughtfully looked matters over. He glanced along the rope, and saw Mr. Greene grinning' iu the saddle on the horse at the end of it. His rage at it all was terrible to see. Mr. Greene's nerve was beyond anything he had ever thought of. Growling fiercely ho proved himself equal to the emergency. Reaching put one paw after another, as a sailor would,he rapidly pulled horse and man toward him. His great strength made the task easy for him and they were his "meat," instead of him being theirs. The horse was struggling now, and the change in the program was anything but satisfactory to Mr. Greene. Quickly lie made up his mind that he must cut the lariat. Out came the knife' from the sheath at his side, the throng was in two, over fell the bear, and, before he could attend to business again at the old stand, Mr. Greene's gallant horse got both out of his reach. Bruin trotted on to his death, every hunter iu the party who had aeon the fun pouring a bullet iuto his body. To Mr. Greene's credit he told them he should have liked to have seen the "bar" go free; it deserved only to die, if need be, with an equal chance for life with its assailant.— Kansas City Star. Lord Acton, who is considered one of the most learned men in England has a library consisting of 100,000 volumes'. An Ingenious Pieoo or Mechanism. •An automatic machine has boon in- traduced which forms, tills, weighs and seals packages j n those establishments where large quantities of goods such as tu.e-cut tobacco, soda, starch' etc., are constantly put up. The del vice consLsts of B 8oriea of foni blocks, receptacles, folders, pu'nmers in li, t!i "' Ul i WOM "S '" harmony, so mat the packages are smoothly and continuously produced. The fornil blocks suofwwively size tl, e "° which instantly afterward is - thre'm,; 10 ;i!e f( JS ;ll ' tl .^-'-'^ plunged into n. ci .. The Life For a Singer. "What is the best food forasingerP" is a question very often asked of me, anil of all professional singers, writes Mine. Albaui-Gye, in The Ladies'' Home Journal. I reply: ''The plainest food is by far the best." Good, plain, but nourishing food; for that is the best for health, and to be well in health is to" be well in voice, and good health is absolutely necessary for good singing. Some few things should be entirely avoided, such as nuts, for instance, which all'ect the throat as well as the digestion. To lead a regular life is also absolutely essential, and young — and, indeed, all — artistes, if thev wish to excel, must live for their art" alone, and must give up a great many ''pleasures"; but if this, as it should do, enables the artiste to become great, then they will have their reward for all sacrilices. To be artistes, they should live as artistes — go, whenever possible, to hear and to see tine singing and line acting; endeavor to see line pictures, lino statues; read clever books and the biographies of great men and groat historical characters; to live, in fact, iu an atmosphere of art and of intellect, which will help them far more than at lirst they may be disposed to think in their own artistic career. Glass Made By Lightning. "Did you ever see the diameter of a lightning Hash measured P" asked geologist. "Well, here is the which once enclosed a Hash of a case in- KL.??.. .>P -M fling, lining it exactly, so that you'can see just how big it was. This is called a 'liilgurite'or 'lightning hole, 1 anU'tfiBV material it is made of is glass. I will V toll you how though it took second to turn it out. it was manufactured, only a fraction of a When a bolt of lightning strikes a bed otsnnd it plunges downward into he sand lor a distance less or greater transforming simultaneously into glass the silica in the material through which it passes. Thus, by its groat heat it forms at once a glass ta&o of pKly ts own size. Now and then such J tube known as a -fulgurite,' is found and dug ,,p. Fulgurites have beenfol- lowed into tin sand by excavation for nearly thirty feet; they vary in u°er or diameter from the size of al ouo "But fulgurites are not a ouo m-o Little Ararat in Armenia. The rock I lss forme ' 1 rook " Ki^^fii^r 111081111 '"" Humbokt to ascend the pi iu A histiH-m uke.
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