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M^^WlsWi? '^•^W';''£9m •J > , i, «s.r- C'bfofi'ifl CITAPTKU I. HOBN TO THIS WtUnt/WiND, 013, BE AT IIOMI •when the clock strikes 13; don' forget, Joe." These words, evi d e n 11 y repeatec from another, were addressed to himself iu the seconc person by a boy some 10 years'old as he passed along Sycamore street, counting on his fingers, "llon't forget, Joe; be at home when the clock strikes 12." repeatec the boy,- "Eleven, quarter-post eleven, half-past eleven, quarter to twelve,' naid he, ut tha same time taking the fingers of the rSghl; hand successively Sn those of the left as he told off the quarter hours. When he had reached the thumb lie held it as if waiting foi the expiration of the last quarter. The boy was moving along as if controlled by some instinctive impiilse, without any expression of self-consciousness in his handsome face. He entered the open door of the apothecary's shop which appeared familiar to him. The proprietor, Mi-. Formula, who knew the boy, said kindly to him: "Come in and see the new store, Joe.' Joe was shivering with the cold wintry blast, but Mr. Formula, knowing .his peculiarities, avoided a direct invitation for the boy to warm himself, and humored his bent. "Always say, 'thank yon, sir,' Joe," said the boy with a gracious smile, •••still holding the thumb of his right hand. Warming himself for a few •minutes in silence, he then said: "Our stove needs blacking, Joe; keep everything nice and tidy." Then giving his right thumb another grip and looking 'to ward Mr. Formula, he said: "Be home when the clock strikes 13, Joe; a quarter to 12!"—the last words with emphasis and a sudden casting down of the imprisoned thumb. Then the strange child passed out and moved rapidly up the street. "See that!" said Mr. Formula as the .lad passsed out. "Quarter to 12 exactly by that clock." This was said to. a .••customer to whom the boy was strange. "That poor idiot boy keeps time like a -clock." r "Who is he?" inquired the ciistomer. > '"e'hat's 'Little Joe,' a very remark•able idiot whom our city surveyor •fished out of Mill creek; and he and 'his'kind-hearted wife are giving the little waif a home." The customer became interested and asked Mr. Formula to give him further particulars; biit that gentleman was unable to say more than that a man and horse had been drowned, and that this boy had at the same time been drawn out of the water nearly dead and had been resuscitated by Mr, Gust, in whose family the child had remained ever since, After the gentleman had gone out a physician who was waiting for a prescription to be filled said: "That boy is no idiot, Mr. Formula, Look at his face; no idiot's face ever lighted up like that. Look at his front brain; no idiot ever had a head like that," . ( ,Eut, Dr. Ross," replied the apothecary, "the boy does not know enough to be self-conscious; he speaks of himself always as Joe—in the third person," -"Yes," said the doctor; "but you can not say there is no speculation in those eyes! No true idiot ever had such eyes as little Joe. There are memories down THK BOY WAS S1OVJNO ALONG. in their depths which may paver find utterance; but to me, Joe gives pr 'of ol former culture not possible to an idiot. Ho is methodical, neat end cleanly, and decisive in all h s m yoments; not listless and without ouljrly volition. Ho is unselfish, loving aud grateful for any kindpess. tovvuvd h5m,; in &hort, ho is ao idioj, J By !?niiD,M«^UY HCa •was called to aid in his recovery to now, I have not lost sight of him. It s a remarkable case; Joe is no' idiot I am sure." "A remarkable case of what, Doc tor?" inquired Mr. Formula. "I believe it is a clear case of double life," responded the doctor. "Up to the time of his drowning and resuscitation I believe Joe was a bright and intelligent boy; everything aboiit the boy shows that. And I think his young life was covered up by that catastrophe —probably never again to be revealed. "Do you mean, Doctor, that he lost his senses in the water?" "I mean that his self-consciousness and all memory of his previous life were extinguished together and he began life anew, like an infant." "Why, Doctor, docs that ever happen?" "Yes, it has sometimes happened before; and I am qtiite convinced it has happened to Little Joe. When Mr. Gust poured the water out of the boy's lungs and started his respiration, he could say but two or three words— 'Mother' and 'Little Joe.'" "He gays but little more now," responded Mr. Formula, "except parrot- like,' to repeat what others say." "But he is learning," replied Dr. Ross, "and his words are not ill- formed like those of an idiot. They arc distinctly uttered in well assured tones, indicating trained organs of speech. There is surely an interesting history behind that boy, if we knew what it is. He has once been the pet of some fond mother; and the first word he uttered after coming to himself in the storm was 'Mother!' " That is certainly very sad," said Mr. Formula. "Some gentleman was drowned in the same storm -when the boy was saved, I believe; how was that?". It was his father who was di'owned; it was a tei'rible affair. I had been out to the Four-mile house to visit a patient, and as I stepped into my gig to return I . saw down toward the mouth of Mill creek a remarkable phenomenon. A heavy, black-looking cloud sent down a long, ileuder neck, which widened at the earth like a funnel. . I at once knew it must be a tornado. Quick as possible I took its bearings and drove rapidly out of its path. It was moving up the stream, with a noise like distant thunder, the neck between the cloud and ihe earth swaying in gentle curves Torn side to side. It passed me within mlf a mile, carrying destruction before it. At the old mill it tore the outh end out, shattered the watershed, and actually scooped the water out the dam and carried it out onto the and beyond. Just at the moment when the tornado struck the mill, a •entleman having Little Joe with him, vas fording the creek in a little two- lorse carriage, The wind dashed the sarriage and horses into the water, lestroyed the vehicle and drowned its 'Ccupant and both horses. Mr. Gust vas returning from the country, where had been making a siirvey, and saw ho whole scene, though himself un- lurt, and hastening to the spot, suc- eeded in drawing the boy from the vater, and resuscitated him, But the boy vas almost lifeless; and a less cool and killful man than Mr, Gust must have ailed to restore him, Shortly after he boy began to breathe, I drove up o the scene, gave the poor fellow a stimulant, and presently he looked dreamily about and said in a frightened tone: 'Mother—Oh, mother!' But that was all, The man's body was afterward recovered; but he was dead," "And was there no clue to the man's identity?" inquired Mr. Fornvula, "No shadow of a clue has ever bsen found; and it is now three years since the storm, Accounts of the catastrophe were published in the papers, but they eliciteJJgj7 response," "H.ow did they come to call the boy 'Little Joe?'" "Well—they did find a clue to the boy's name, When Mr, Gust was working to restore him he found about the boy's neck a silver chain to which was appended a silver medal the size of a half dollar, on which was engraved 'Little Joe: June 30, 1813.' When I first saw that, 1 spoke kindly to the reviving boy and called him Joe. He would start in a responsive kind of way, his lips would move as if he strove to reply; but he said nothing 1 . Presently he said 'mother' several tim33 plainly, but not another word. Mr. Gust took the boy horns with him! and that good wife of his undertook to c.u'o for the boy until ho should find his .kindred." While Dr. Ross was relating this touching story of "Little JoeV advent into his naw homo in the house of kind-hearted strangers, the l?oy had passed up, Sycamore nearly ^o Lower Market, yv T 4pr* fee twelve!",,Then sayrttg 1 : 'IJoe; you are just itt't'ime," ho ent&i'ed the hbitse, rnn smiling to a hi ay whom he called mother, and gave her tt itiss and waited for her to speak. "Where did you go, Joe?"' inquired the lady in a kindly tone, at the same tune taking off the boy's cap and mittens and seating him by a warm fire. "Joe went to the river, but the fun was all over," replied the boy %vitlt a merry laugh. "They found the boy that was drowned before Joe got there!" "Was there really a boy drowned, Joe? Mother told Joe to keep off the ice." "Yes,"' said the boy; "mother told Joe to keep oil the ice. Joe wasn't drowned." "No, I see that you woi'e not drowned," (with a smile) "who was it, Joe?" "Mother told Joe to keep off the ice, but the fun was all over and it's Shannon's boy," "Hid you see him drown, Joe?" "Joe didn't sea him drown; the fun was all over; ha, ha, ha! It was Snan- non's boy; mother told Joe to keep off the ice." The lady, despairing of fxirther details, asked the boy where he went next. "Went to Shannon's; quarter-pas! eleven." "What did you say at Shannon's?" "Told her the fun was all over; toltl her they were bringing her boy home in the .wagon, and he was drowned." What did she do?" She screamed." Why, Joe—was . her boy really drowned?" She screamed 'catise the fun was all over." replied Joe. The "fun" which the poor boy had said was all over proved to be indeed the drowning of a boy in the river by the breaking of the. ice. Joe had seen the crowd, witnessed the excitement and the recovery of the body, and had tarted up Sycamore street toward home, tolling all he met that "the fun was all over." To his clouded mind excitement of any kind meant "fun;" and his merry, laugh, was rippling liku a summer brook on the slightest provocation. illt. 13LAKEWKLT, WAVE IT Ul'. The lady whom Joe called "mother" on entering- the house was Mrs. Just. When her husband had ished the half-drowned boy out f Mill creek three years before, a very ouching scene had occurred. Lifting the ,1)0.7 in bis kindly arms from the light carriage before the door, Mr. Gust had carried him into the house in his wet garments, seated him before the fire and said: "Mary, this poor boy is the victim oi the tornado. His father—I think 11 was his father—was whirled into the dam at Walker's mill and drowned, 1 rescued the boy, almost dead, restored him, and not knowing what else to dc with him, here he is," "Why, you dear, sweet boy!" said Mrs. Gust, "what is your mime'?" The boy looked up at her in a timid, confiding way and said: "Mother." "He is too frightened to talk," said Mrs. Gust. Then without another word she put dry clothing on the boy, set him before the fire in an easy armchair, ordered a bowl of hot soup from the kitchen, and while he swallowed it —which he did with avidity—she carefully examined a small silver medal which she found upon his neck, and read the inscription; "Little Joe, June 30, 1813," Handing the-medal to her husband she said: (TO UK CONTINUED.) Protected by Its Natural JCuenij. Two wrens built their nest beneath the oaves of a farm house in Pennsylvania, and gradually grew qaite tame At first the farmer's white cat vised to lie in wait for the birds us they hopped about for crumbs, but a sound thrashing taught her to respect them as members of the same household as herself, One day a baby wren fell out of the nest, and the cat pounced at it, All on ii s\idden, seeming to recollect her former punishment, she merely touched the tiny thing with her paw, and then squatted close by and watched it. By and by a yellow snake crawled toward the nestling-, and dozing pussy was roused by the wee wren's fluttering. She saw at once what was wrong, and struck at the snake with her paw, but still the snake tvied tp catch the bird. Thereupon the cat seized the snake behind the head and killed it with one bite. When the fanner came along he observed the cat crouching in the grass sheltering the wren, and the dead snake some ten feet off. Jt was plain that pu&sy had carried the bird away from the- snake as if to make t.ure no further harm should, befall it. The wren was put back again into the nest, to its parents' groat joy. A Jerseyman has jnado a name for himself by devising a simple inet&qd of; SUNMV PffSM SIB& fHE A Florida fcptsotte In .jPe'ft ftHd AH Art Koto—*li« Jmitiitlva A f *• lean —Witty Sftyltijt* ana satirical at tho Week. fn jSro fmttgef 1r«ti Father—I don't like that young man who comes to see Nellie. Mother—It may b6 noihihg serious. "He has been sending hei' flowers and bringing her confectionery for weeks " "Others have done thtit and dropped off of their own accord." "But last night lie brought her some chewing gum." "Dear mel That looks serious. lie loves her. Are you sure d* it?" "I saw him give her the gum, and she put it in her mouth." "Oh! That's all right. If she snt there and chewed gum she 'doesn't love him." The Imitative African, "Look heah, Adolphus, jess you take off dem duds and git ter work," said a colored grocer to his fashionable son. "Work? Me work? I has jess had my twosers cweascd. Does ver s'pose I'se got softenin'ob de bwain?—Sift- ings. How He Lout Her. ^Tenderly but firmly disengaging himself from her clinging embrace, he looked steadfastly into her swimming eyes. And yet he doubted. "Do you swear?" he asked. Upon the instant her demeanor changed. "None of your business!" she abruptly replied. When he had gone, she sat, mimb with dispair, and Wondered who could have been near, the time she pounded her finger. Throe Stages ot I-ovo. Clara—I don'tjknow what to make of your brother. For three months after we met he did nothing but write poetry to me. Dora—Has he stopped that? Clara—Yes. Since then he has made me some nice presents,but ho has even stopped that Dora—Hum! Let—me—see. I have it. The household pages of our newspapers have been clipped terribly of late. No doubt he's making a collec- 'tion of cooking receipts. He's in earnest tattor-Dny Etiquette. Mrs. De Science—Hereafter, when visitors call, you are not to take their cards. You must ask them their names. My husband has discovered 900 different kinds of bacteria on visiting cards. Servant—Yes, ma'am. Mrs. De Science—And when they mention their names, you are particularly to notice if their voices are hoarse. Colds are catching. No Chanoo of Failure, Upton—How is Hilton getting along now? Downton—Haven't heard lately, but I presume he is making money hand over fist. Last time I saw him he was on his way to Kentucky to start a factory. "Hum! What did he intend to manufacture?" "Cork screws."—Now York Weekly, An Encouraging Sign. Farmer Meadow—How is your -son doing in the city? Fanner Harrow—He hasn't said much about his business, but he writes mo that lie's got lots of friends there. Farmer Meadow—That's eneour- agin', That shows that he ain't had to borrow money yet.—New York Weekly. Another riorhlu Kplsocjp, "Why wouldest thou leave me, Oh, gentle child." In HIa Native Kloment. Attendant—Prof. J?jthon, top naturalist, has got thod, t's to-night. Imagines he's surrounded by all sorts of queer snakes. Head Physician—Is he greatly terrified? Attendant—Not at all; hejs sitting there with a sweet smile on his face, classifying them.—Puck. Winkers— The gp}4 cure ggod tbipiT in its way, buj j}nsurm,ovmtabh|) may be Jjas, What ftd'&ld b6 the" Use" bt ing thVCnlheSS 1 ? Jftf White matt 6Stt t&li 6nfi eiiinafiiftti ff8m another. Able Editors (i89*)^We stop- the pr-esa tb announce the astounding ifi« telligende that ChinaiheH ha»6 ueeft sending their certificates hottfe, attd thousands of Chlnainen &t6 Coming itt of! them, ^^ A tulle* Buy Shakespeare. . Professor—Wo have s&vefal special Courses, and the one you ate to dhoose must depend on the trade of pi-o* fession you destfe to follow. Aspiring Youth—My father xvatits me to be a bridge builder, but I should like to be a dramatist Prof essor—Very well; take the course of mechanical engineering. Familiar to Americans. Boy—-What does feudal ineaa? Teacher—Under the old feudal system, one man had authority over a whole community, appointing his favorites to rule over the people, and levying tribute on all citizens when- over he pleased. Do you understand? D Hoy—Yes'm. lie was a boss. A Matter of Doulit, Kind Lacly—I see a little girl and her littte brother crying over there. Do you know what is the matter? Small Miss—The little girl is cryin' because some bad boys tied a tin can to a poor dog's tail. I don't know what the little boy is cryin 1 for. Mobby 'cause he didn't get therein time to see it An Karncst Investigator. Gentle Lady— I hope you go to church sometimes. Good Boy—Yes'm. "To what church?" "I used to bo a Presbyterian, but I've been a Methodist ever since the last church fair. They put more strawberries in their shortcake." *" v A Wonderful Actor. Winks—Talk about stage realism? You should see Strident in "Love and Woe." Jinks—He can't hold a candle to my friend, Mouther. Why, sir, he played the heavy villain in ' 'Woman's Wrongs" so realistically that his wife sued for a divorce the next week. A Neglectful Citizen, South American Wife (early morning)—Hark! Hear the cannon and the rattle of musketry, the clash of swords and the yells! Listen! Husband—Meo Gracia! This must be election day, and I forgot to register. _^ Art Note. Visitor—Is this a bust of Clay? Artist—No, plaster of Paris. Visitor—Ah, yes, Pasteur of Paris, the Frenchman who cures hydrophobia. Not Attractive. Newsboy—Paper, Mister? The Daily Horror gives a life insurance with every copy now. If yeh get found dead with the Daily Horror in y'r pocket, y'r family gets a thousand dollai's. Citizen—Y-e-s; but think of the damage to my reputation, •—Puck. is so Do you Pulverizing, Teacher—Pulverized sugar called because it is powdered, understand? Little Girl—Yes'm, Teacher—Now construct a sentence with the word "pulverize" in it, Little Girl—You pulverize your face! Lucky Adam- Little Johnny—Solomon was the wisest man, but Adam was the luckiest. Little Ethel— Why was he? Little Johnny—Cause when Adam was a boy there wasn't a school-hpuso in the whole world. Retrospective, Edith— I thoughty on and Maljal were fast friends. Nellie— We used to be, '•And you are not now?" "No." "What was his name?" Easy to Mrs. Brickrow — It does a boay good tp have Dr. Grinn when one is sick. He is always so jolly. Mr. Brickrpw— You'd be joljy, too, if you were getting- three dollars for ft ten-minutes call— New York Weekly, Vo modem BlUtroau. Fair Guest— My goodness? This room looks like a prison cell. Wha,t is it for? Hostess-rrThat is to locly inyself in, when I scold the cook. A matrimonial Old Friend — Your little wife is ypry highly educated, isn't she? Happy Husband— Bless you, no. know enough to last her enjpys She pyer I* b'i people, fat us to sa_ fotlf dnyy<restL 'I'M IriHtf* tracer;: author <rf "It! the gochl," deicMberf flight td ftttc-flyifij*, nli they contrive to eft jay"' mum bfjboafly exerlfoiu • of operations is" vety simple, Mf. CulnlnJMgj ' , , ; ' Yott pare down two ttveive>lrii Of bamboo, tie them' At theff crosswise, run a thrortd 'i-bttfld thfc y ; tips, and pasto Upon this fi'aftie^ thickness of papel'. Tie a flail ,o£ sci'cw-mit to o«e corner, and ybtu* Iff Is made. ' . t',! The nltttude Which ft Well mad"e*,l of this kind wilt roach is 1 • and the lightest breath Of ,y luu t • take it up. A hundred and fifty 61? 1 hundred .yards of strong sewing j' wound on a skeleton reel Of foul 1 in diameter and eight .inches hi: completes the equipment. Then, having startd the kite* , process of gentle playtnsr, you j down in the middle of the street), BO , >vw ns to keep your thread clear' of th»^ 1 $Sj houses, and let the kite help itself, "".x^ 1 If you have fastened tlie thread witl% !q cunning, the kite rises alm>st perpen-'i'S^ dlcitlarly, bringing you joy in the i and admiration of those wh:> ca: make a steeper angle than forty ucg.,'p"f| The kite having taken out all .the^TJP thread, you sit and contcmplatbl "•,&$'" poised still aud clear in the upper''aiJMl for a fcAV hours. lu Rangoon, on a still morning i evening, hundreds of kites float' 6vi__ , the Burmese quarter of the town, soina/**4 nearly out of sight, othors_hovering juat ^' above the roofs. When driving^ your ^ sj'ce has frequently to halloo out of'the' way a middle-aged man who is back slowly down in mid street doaxlng kite up. He goes about the business, with.a poudcrous Solemnity that: it to the dignity of a science. "Implosion.'.' Every one knows what an explosion. is, but its opposite, an implo'sion, is less familiar. At great depths in the &ea the conditions ire favorable for its production. At 2,COO fathoms the pressure is, roughly speaking, two and one-half tons to the square inch—that Is to say, several times greater than tbo pressure exerted by the steam upon the piston of a powerful engine. A btnu- tlful experiment to illustrate the enormous force of this deep sea pressure was made during the voyage of H. M.' S. Challenger. We quote from "The Fauna of the Deep Sea." Mr. Buchaim hermetically sealed at both ends a thick gla^s tube several inches in length fiill of air. He \vrap- ped this sealed tube in flannel, and placed it in one of the wide copper cylinders, used to protect deep sea ther-' mometers when they are tent dowa With tlie sounding apparatus. The copper cylinder had holes bored v in it, so that the water had free ac- ] cess inside, around the gloss. ' The copper case containing the sealed glass tube was sent down to a depth of' 2,000 fathoms, and drawn up again. It w:.s found that the (.ylindor was bulged and bent inward, just as if it bad been crumpled inward by being violently squeezed. The glass tube itself, within its flannel wrapper, was reduced to a fine powder, almost like snow. The glass lube, it would soom, as it slowly descended hold out long against the pros- sure, but at last suddenly gave vay, mid was crushed iby the violence of 'the- urllon to a fine powd v:. This process, exactly the reverse of an explosion, is termed by Sir Wy^ille Thomson uu implosion, K n Tlsrer. Mr. .Tamrach, the London dealer In wild beasts, is a man of great personal strength and of corresponding courage. On ono occasion he was called upon to use both against a tiger which had escaped from its "den." Mr, Phil Robinson tells the story in his recent book, "Some Country Sights and Sounds." In moving a "don," into which a tiger had been Just delivered, the bottom fell out and the rest of the strueturo immediately collapsed. The tiger walked out from'under the'heap, of planks and iron bars, aud suddenly appeared in the yard. Many people wore looking on, the children, of course, being well to the front, On the appearance of 'the tiger there was a stampede. The tiger picked up a fat urchin by his clothes, and walked out of the yard with its dinner in its mouth, intent upon finding a convenient place in which to take its meal. Mr, Jamrach. pan after the beast, flung himself upon its back, and crasping its throat with, both lumds, choked it until it opened its mouth to gasp for breath. The urchin dropped out, and soram* bled off. The tiger, drawing ut • ne tremendous draught a whole lungful of air, turned upon Mr, .Tamrach, "just then a man from the yard came running up with a crowbai, an<J as the tiger tinned, ho struck it ft 'ro-nimdousi thump on the head. For a moment the tiger was dassed, but only fur a tao- moat; then he prepared to sp-i-jag again, but Ml'. Jararac'h seised the bqr and* struck the great beast another mighty thump. * The beast, as if taking in the situation, trotted all by,itself straight to ««» yard, and finding the door of an i din open, walked In. * j' < 'i ',* Mc ^ f A Serious trouble is often caused OR elect j.-io lines by defective joints, au<J » means of accomplishing more ana kef- ter work than the liueinuu Is usually able to do is wow provided in \\ '%gj, deying stick," which, when yubbc4 on, a heated jojnt, melts, spreads out and produces i\ .bright surface, to which. solder adheres wifch great readiness, The primitive method o'f usiug sol&j^ ing suits ami acids, is inconvenient ana wasteful; the bottle is often, groppea or broken, the sblutigw Js sloppeij jOvS? the. jotat, and a large propovtion of it is allowed to ese:jpa and corrode ajm thing it touches. \YitU the ""sticl tuo flux adheres to tlje wire, au4 (Jittfin. to there being no >yast v e," JW -hi oi ftp QMUJMlNMl •SP«$lttB8 Jjw

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