Evening Tribune. (Galveston, Tex.), Vol. 11, No. 212, Ed. 1 Wednesday, July 8, 1891 Page: 3 of 4
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LOW
EXPLOSIONS!
THE BANK SALOON
THE OLD BELIABLB
Lightning,
Thunder
and Powder!
S. W. CORNER POSTOFFICE
AND CENTER STS.
RKICES
IJrices
riilCEH
I RICES
STILL IN THE LEAD.
WM. HAYNES & CO,, Proprietors.
None but the Choicest Brands of Liquors car-
ried in stock. Everything strictly first-class. Wa
guarantee to please and not be excelled by any-
one. We respectfully solicit your patronaga.
Brick Block opp. Tremont Opera-house
GALVESTON, TEXAS.
If you want a 5 Cent Cigar
vhich will establish a good
rade for you, ask our salesman
or our Spanish Students,
he best 5 Cent Cigar in the
narket.
LIGHTNING
whisky is not handled there, but only the finest
brands of the Kentucky staple. His lunches are
widely celebrated and his beer is the coolest and
freshest on tap.
Ullmami, Lewis A Co.
HOPPE’S CORNER
THE
POPULAR RESORT OF GALVESTON.
Highest Grade
WINES, LIQUORS AND CIGARS,
Imported and Domestic.
FRESH AND COOL BEER.
Pleasant Lunch Room.
ELEGANT HOT AND COLD LUNCH.
Everything First Class.
A. HOPPE, PROPRIETOR.
Northeast Corner Poatoffi.ee and Center-
* HAVE YOU TRIED
Schlitz Bottled Beer
WITH THE
PATENT SEAL CORKS?
The Ladies are delighted
with them. They will use no
others. Easy to open. Neat
and clean.
Family orders wanted.
GEO. SCHNEIDER & CO.
801E AGENTS
Earthquakes,
Tidal Waves
and Cyclones!
may come and blow up Galveston, but
WM. BUSCHER’S
celebrated GAMBRINUS HALL, situated on
Center street in the center of the city, is proof
against all the elements combined. The only
EXPLOSION
heard within its walls is that of the Champagne
cork.
Most Popular Resort in the City
If you want to find your friend and his party
call upon CHARLIE and JOE, at the above ad-
dress, and you can find them.
A Fine Free Lunch from 10 a. m. Until
5 p. m.
Only the Best of Imported and Domestie
Wines, Liquors and Cigars kept in stock.
CALL AND SAMPLE THEM.
“As we journey through life,
Let us live by the way.”
uhbibTgave,
Corner Center and Market.
JAS. PRENDERGAST,
PROPRIETOR.
FINEST BEER IN THE CITY.
Wines, Liquors and Cigars of the Very
Best Quality.
THE PUBLIC CORDIALY INVITED,
HOT LUNCH FROM 10 TO 1 P. M.
“WE ARE THE PEOPLE.”
ALL WORK GUARANTEED.
f^AINLKSS
IjBRFKCT
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Examinations Free.
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EXTRACTING
5Oc.
N. E. Cor. Market and 26th Sts.
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Gold Fillings
SI Up.
Extracted.
Filled.
Crowned.
Full Sets
SIO.
PAINLESS DENTISTRY.
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Bridged.
Implanted.
Bleached.
GOOD TEETH ARE PRICELESS
And Professional Attention is Necessary to Be-
tain Them.
Hr-COMPLETE TEETH5I
Either Natural or Artificial, Are Essential
to Good Health.
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Southern Pacific Go.
SUNSET ROUTE.
AtlanticJBystem.
■ DAILY TRAINS. a
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Si, Houston, New Orle*n« £L
a A39 BAM AMTOMia, nXAS. •
OIom and reliable connections with rail and
steamer lines at New Orleans
FOR ALL POINTS NORTH AND 1A8T
The direct line for all points In New Mexico,
Arison* and California. The standard xsase
Short Line to the City of Mexico.
Pallmaa Paisa, Bafftii Sleepers »■ All Tralaa.
QUICK TIME AND LOW RATES.
For farther information and sleeper reserva-
tion apply to
T. F. MCCANDLESS, T. P. A., Hoarton, Tex.
MAX NAUMANN, Tkt. Agt. G., 0. AS. F. Ry
J. G. SCHRIEVER, Traffic Manager.
W, C. WATSON, GenL Pass, and Ticket Agt
DR. WILSON, Proprietor
fHILADElPHM DENTAL PARLORS,
_____—__„__________o _____ Work
strictly first cla-s and prices down to the lowest.
PAUL SHEAhfi
IS A CANDIDATE AT LARGE
For Doing all the
T’ZLTTIvrSTlTO
In the City during the ensuing year.
Mechanic between 21st and 22d St.
J. W. BYRNES & CO.
MANUFACTURERS OF
SHELL AND GRAVEL ROOFING.
Sanitary Flooring and
TELEPHONE 537.
FIB GAS
CHEAP IN APPLICATION,
GALVESTON GAS CO
REMEMBER THE
$30 SUIT
GET THE BEST.
CHE IDEAL WASHSTAND
and SYPHO CLOSET.
Wood g Asphalt Paving for
Streets and Sidewalks,
Is Neat and Nobby and of the
Very Best Goods.
Office, Galveston Cement Pipe Works,
bet. 28lh & 29th, Market St.,
GALVESTON.
Asphalt Refiners
AND
COAL TAR DISTILLERS.
Economical, Convenient and Cleanly in its
Operation. Our lino of Heating and Cooking
Jtovea most complete In its assortment. Gas
China Kilns, Instantaneous Water Heaton,
and all Fuel Gas ppliances.
ROOF AND PAVING PITCH,
Bensole. Creosote or Dead Oil, Roofing
and Building Felt, etc.
F I MATE PLUMBER, GAS. STEAM and
I. J. lYlRUL, HOT WATER FITTER.
9919 PUSTOFFICK ST.
TO BE HAD ONLY OF
J. PETERSON’S1
East Side 21st bet. 0 and D.
GO
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C. P. RUSSELL. Secretary '
fi^F'All Classes of Printing Done
by J. W. Burson-Co.
JAPANESE
pile
CURE
Beach Hotel.
OPIN ALL TH1 TXAB.
Rooms with or without board
T. B. GALE, Managar.
Brush Electric Light Company.
Arc Lights of Standard Candle ?owt*r.
ITVCA.IVI)£;SCIlJ]!VT
IGF
LEE IRON WORKS,
C. B. L.EE & CO.,
PROPRIETORS.
MANUFACTURERS OF ALL
KINDS OF
MACHINERY, STEAM ENGINES
AND
Brass and Iron Castings.
Repairing Done on Short Notice.
COR. 32d 4t 'WINTNTJE STB.,
GALVESTON, TEX.
''‘Vitsin
J". BL ROLL,
Tin Roofing, Guttering
AND
GALVANIZED IRON WORK A SPECIALTY.
Dealer in
Stoves, Tinware and Ilouae
Furnishing Goods.
£S3F~Repairing promptly attended
Baliiager Building), 2207 Postoffice
Between 22d and 23d Sts.
LIGHTS
From 10 to 300 Candle Power.
Estimates for Wiring Public and Private Build-
ings Given on Application.
OM Wil Market, Between 9th and F51H Streuta,
M R. 11KIM6H, W
f y Dentist. | y
Thoroughly Equipped Dental Parlors,
Whore Efficient Pi essional Work Is
Done at REASON LE CHARGES.
Over Preston's Drug Store, 22d and Market
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Ham (6 Leonard
tffiUl CSMWSSIH BEICH1ITL <v
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A Guaranteed Cure for Piles of whatever kind
or degree—External, Internal, Blind or Bleeding,
Itching, Chronic, Recent or Hereditary. Thii
Remedy has positively never been known
to faiL |1 a box, 6 boxes for $5, sent by mail
prepaid on receipt of price. A written Guaran
tee positively given to each purchaser of sir
boxes, when purchased at one time, to refund
the $5 paid u not cured. Guarantee Issued by
J. J. SCHOTT, Druggist, Sole Agent, 2016 Market
street, Galveston, Tex. Sample Packages Fnu
IA P HERMANN RADEKER,
S Ig Sb Wholesale & Retail Dealer io
lb t Butter, Eggs,
MILK AND GAME.
Prompt Delivery Throughout the City. POST-
OFFICE bet 20th and 21 at. at the OLD ICE HOUSE
ESTABLISHED
S&oil
J. W. BVKSON-CO.
Do You Bsllte?
If so, use your own Bathing
Suit. We have them at 75c,
$1.00, $1.50 and $2.50—to fit
Boys, Girls and Men.
COHEN 4 MICHAEL
TAILORS and OUTFITTERS,
Tremont Street.
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<Vctor H.
Ny GUNS, eS,
Ammunition, Hunters’ Supplies, Fishing Tackle and
Sporting Goods.
: BAIvIy s OU'JLLF'I'T^.
SPORTSMEN’S HEADQUARTERS FOR TEXAS.
VIPTflD 11 niTOTINEC 8 PORT MEN’S OUTFITTKB aad FURNISHER, Tremont
Vlb I Uli |1> uUn I IHLu Street, Galveston. Agent Herring’s Safes and American Powder
Company. Powder, Dynamite and Blasting, in Carloads or Lent
gxxxdL Sand
FOR FILLING LOTS AND STREETS
Furnished by Carload on Track or Delivered in Any Quantity.
C. J McRAE. General Contractor
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THE INSTRUCT ort.
OUGHT TO SEE HIS PARTNER.
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The May musical festival at Lincoln,
Neb., was by the unanimous request of
the Oratorio society conducted by Mrs.
V. M. Raymond. For the past five years
she has trained all the choruses.
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Fly Tastes.
First Fly—They are painting the house
outside. Let’s go out and get stuck in the
paint.
Second Fly—I’d rather stay here and
get stuck in the butter,—Good News.
A Tragedy in Buttons.
Little Johnny West, of Detroit, is now
in good condition to play “Button, but-
ton, who’s got the button?” His mother
gave him half a dozen horn buttons to
hold while she threaded a needle and got
ready to sew them on his clothes. Master
Johnny swallowed the buttons, one and
all, and doesn’t know why he did it. As
a walking button box he seems to be a
complete success.—Detroit Free Press.
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A Simple Sewing Machine.
A sewing machine by a Welshman
has no shuttle or bobbin. The thread is
supplied directly from two ordinary
spools, and sews through the assistance
of a rotary looper. It is vastly more
simple than any other sewing machine.
—New York Telegram.
“Oh, Myl That Toothache.”
Toothache, caused by a cold in the
facial nerve, may often be relieved by
wringing a soft towel out of cold water
and sprinkling it with strong vinegar.
This should be laid on the face like a
poultice, and will often be followed by a
refreshing sleep.—New York Journal.
The duration of a raspberry plantation
depends upon the variety cultivated as
well as upon the nature of the soil and
care given the plants. Ten to fourteen
years is about the average under good
culture.
Unreasonable Expectations.
Summer Rester—See here, you said
this was a furnished cottage,
Agent—Yes, sir.
“There are no carpets, no beds, and nc
dishes in it.”
“Huh! You didn’t expect to find a
metropolitan museum of upholstery an'
bricky brack in a'* summer cottage, did
you?”—Good News.
M. Mascart, one of the most eminent
French electricians of the time, says that
the use of the magnetic needle in tracing
the underground geology, or. in other
words, the past geography of a country,
is one of those triumphs of science which
are almost tantamount to divination.
Fully Explained.
City Boarder—I notice you keep a big
bar of soap outside by the pump. It is
for the farm hands, I presume?
Rural Hostess—Yes; farm hands and
faces.—New York Weekly.
Coffee In France.
Thevenot, the French traveler, on his
return from the Orient in 1658, treated
his guests to after dinner coffee. To
Parisians this was merely an eccentricity,
that would not have become fashionable
but for a similar example set by Soliman
Aga, the gallant Turkish embassador, in
1669. He enlisted the enthusiasm of
court ladies in favor of the black and
bitter liquor. Philosophers and littera-
teurs gladly gave in their adhesion.
Boileau, La Fontaine, Moliere, Voltaire
and the encyclopedists, together with
the chess players, found inspiration in
the coffee houses, which thenceforward
assumed conspicuous position in the so-
cial life of Gallic cities. “Racine and
coffee will pass,” is a prediction of
Madame de Sevigne as yet most unlikely
of fulfillment.—Richard Wheatley in
Harper’s Weekly.
Electric Burnishing Machine.
An interesting application of electric-
ity has been made in the electric bur-
nishing machine for giving a gloss to the
bottoms of shoes. The shoes are painted
with a dye, after which a cake of spe-
cially prepared wax is placed against a
rapidly revolving brush, which absorbs
just enough to yield a. coat of dressing
to the shoe bottom. The sole, hitherto a
dull black, is speedily polished by a
wheel worked by an electric motor.
This wheel consists of a rubber cushion
inflated with air, covered with cloth and
fixed on a grooved pulley. The reduc-
tion in the cost of the process is remark-
able, as from 600 to 800 pairs of heels or
soles can be burnished daily by the new
machine.—New York Commercial Ad-
vertiser.
“And when you kissed her,” said he,
“you noticed nothing strange?”
“Yes, I did,.” said Jean; “how cold
she was; but then it’s always so cold in
our house,”
“She shivered, then, your mamma—
shivered with the cold?”
“No, she was just cold, but so pretty,
her hands crossed so, hetf head back and
her eyes looking at the sky.”
“And I wanted riches!” Pere Bonin
murmured, “I, who have enough to eat
and drink, when here is one that died of
hunger!”
And drawing the child to him he took
him on his knee and softly began to talk
to him.
“Thy letter, my baby,’’said he, “is writ-
ten, sent and received. Now take me to
thy mother.”
“Oh, yes, I will, but—but why do you
cry?” demanded Jean, astonished.
“But I am not crying, Jean—no, men
never cry! ’Tia you, my precious, who
will soon do that!”
Then, straining him in his arms and
covering him with kisses: “I, too, know
you, little Jean, once had a mother,
whom I see even now in her bed, so pale
and white and saying to me, the image
of the Virgin resting at her head:
‘Bonin, my son, be an honest man al-
ways, and always a Christian!’ An hon-
est man I have been, but a Christian—
ah, dame!”
He sprang to his feet, the child still
hugged to his breast, and speaking as if
to one invisible:
“But now, old mother, now, I say, rest
thou in peace, for thou art going to have
thy way. Friends may laugh and jeer
if they will, but where thou art I wish
to go, and there will I be led to this
precious angel here, who shall never
leave me again. His letter, which was
never even written, has made a double
shot—it has given him a father and me
a heart!”
That is all; this story without end is
done. I know no more save that some-
where in Paris today there is a man still
young, a writer also, but not as Pere
Bonin.
This man is a writer of eloquent
things.
His friends still call him “Jean,” as
he called himself, and though I know
not, either, the name of the postman
that carries letters like these, they al-
ways reach their destination.—Trans-
lated from the French of Paul Favel for
Short Stories.
Popping a Question.
“Can you cook?” he asked tenderly,
after he had suggested the probability
that he would marry soon.
‘iNo,” she answered, removing her
chair a degree or two north of his, “1
neither cook nor am given in cooking.
You will find what you need at the in-
telligence office.”
And he went his way quickly, a wiser
and a madder man.—Detroit Free Press.
Library for Omaha.
It is gratifying to learn that no matter
what may be done in regard to a contest
of Byron Reed’s will, his bequest to
Omaha for a public library and museum
will probably be promptly carried into
effect by mutual agreement of all par-
ties interested. The gift is a generous
one and possesses features of peculiar
value. The real estate alone is probably
not worth over $30,000, but the collec-
tion of coins is rare and almost un-
matched in this country. Certainly there
are not more than two or three collec-
tions in the United States that are more
perfect or more valuable. Fifty thou-
sand dollars would be a moderate valua-
tion to place on this result of years of
careful selection and thousands of dol-
lars expended.—Omaha World-Herald.
Hat and Cap Doffing.
There are many of us who still fail to
comprehend how any rational being, how
the Almighty himself, could feel honored
by the uncovering of a human creature’s
cranium; and I am old fashioned enough
to be reminded of certain historical say-
ings regarding the doffing of head cover-
ings.
George Fox used to ask if the very
Turks did not mock at the Christians in
their proverb which said that “the Chris-
tians spend much of their time in pull-
ing off their hats and exhibiting their
bare heads to each other.”
His contemporary, George Keith,
wrote: “The preachers of Germany,
and especially at Hamburg, which I
have seen with my eyes, use such gross
partiality in their salutations that com-
monly they have two caps under their
hats. • The poor, except extraordinarily,
they pass by without any notice; to
others they doff the hat; others more
rich in the world they salute with dof-
fing the hat and one of the caps; and to
those whom they most honor, or rather
flatter, they doff the hat and both caps.’’
And did not our W. Penn say, in
a more serious vein: “The first and
most pressing motive upon our spirits
to decline the practice of these present
customs of pulling off the hat, bowing
the body or knee, and giving people
gaudy titles and epithets in our saluta-
tions and addresses, was that savor,
sight and sense that God, by his light
and spirit, has given us of the Christian
world’s apostasy from God, and the
cause and effects of that great and la-
mentable defection.”—American Notes
and Queries.
Six years old; breeches broken at the
knees; hair blond, curly, so rich and
thick it would have coiffed, the heads of
two pretty ladies; two great blue eyes
that still tried to smile a little, though
they had cried so much; a jacket well
cut but falling to rags; a girl’s shoe on
one foot, a boy’s boot on the other, both
shoe and boot too wide and too long,
turned at the toe and lacking in heels
behind—this was Jean.
Little Jean, so cold and hungry this
winter evening, who had eaten nothing
since noon of the day before, and who
had finally decided to write to the Vir-
gin. And how, say you, did Jean, who
no more knew how to write than he
k knew how to read, arrange this letter?
Listen, for it is that which I am going
to tell you.
Below there, in the quarter of the
Gros-Caillou, at the corner of the avenue
not far from the Esplanade, there was a
shop, in the dafo I tell of, of a public
writer, for in those days also there were
so many claims and petitions to be made
to the government and so many people,
like Jean, that did not know how to
write.
And the writer that kept this shop was
an old soldier far on in years, a brave
man but a little testy, who was anything
but rich and had the additional misfor-
tune of not being sufficiently chopped to
pieces to secure admission to the Hotel
des Invalides.
Jean, without prying at all, had many
times seen him through the dingy glasses
of his little cubby hole smoking his pipe
and awaiting customers, and so today he
entered fearlessly with a civil—
“Good-day, monsieur. I have come,
if you please, for you to write me a let-
ter.”
“Ten sous, little one,” Pere Bonin re-
sponded, gazing over his spectacles at
the midget before him.
Jean had no cap, and was therefore
unable to lift it, but he said very po-
litely:
“Then excuse me!” and he turned to
reopen the door.
But, pleased with his manners, Pere
Bonin stopped him.
“Stay!” said he; “tell me first, little
one, if you are the son of a soldier/’
“Oh, no!” said Jean, “only mamma’s
son, and she’s all alone.”
“I see,” said the writer, “and you
have not the ten sous?”
“No, no sous at all,” said Jean.
“Nor thy mother either, ’tis plain to
be seen! And thy letter, little one—is
it to make the soup come?”
“Yes,” said Jean, “exactly.”
“Advance, then. Ten lines on a half
sheet. One is never too poor for that!”
And Pere Bonin spread out his paper,
dipped his pen in the ink, and wrote at
the top of the page, in the beautiful
hand of the quartermaster that once he
had been:
Not till we meet with Love in all his beauty,
In all Ills solemn majesty and worth,
Can we translate the meaning of life’s duty,
Which God oft writes in cipher at our birth.
Not till Love comes in all his strength and ter-
ror
Cun we read others’ hearts; nor till then
know
A wide compassion for all human error,
Or sound the quivering depths of mortal woe.
Not till we sail with him o’er stormy oceans
Have we seen tempests; hidden in his hand
He holds the keys to all great emotions;
Till he unlocks them, none can understand.
Not till we walk with him on lofty mountains
Can we quite measure heights. And, oh, sad
truth!
When once we drink from his Immortal foun-
tains,
We bid farewell to the light heart of youth.
Thereafter our most perfect day will borrow
A dimming shadow from some dreaded night,
So great grows joy it merges into sorrow,
And evermore pain tinctures our delight.
—Ella Wheeler Wilcox in New York World.
Luther Holt, of East Exeter, Me.,
while walking in the woods near his
home lay down to rest in the shade oi
the roots of a large overturned tree.
Workmen, not knowing of his presence,
chopped the trunk from the roots, which
when released flew back into' place, im-
prisoning Holt beneath them. He was
dead before he could be released.
The Colors of Letters.
In my youth I always associated the
idea of color with the letters of the
alphabet. In later years the discover}’
that other people recognized n’o such
coloration came to me as a surprise.
The letter R, for example, always calls
up the idea of greenness. It is impossi-
ble for me to think of R without the
thought that it is green. In like man-
ner S is yellow and X scarlet. The col-
oration does not seem to lie in the letter
itself, as printed or written, but to co-
exist with the conception which the let-
ter represents.
As the letter B comes into my mind,
it seems to go, with grass and leaves,
into the category of green things. The
sound has nothing to do with its appar-
ent coloration, for C soft and C hard ara
recognized as the same letter and there-
fore colored alike. The coloration is not
affected by the character of the type,
It is in the letter itself, regardless of the
way in which it may be printed, or of
whether it is printed or written at all.
The idea has no connection with the let-
tering in any colored picture books, nor
does it arise from any association of that
sort.
Words seem to me also more or less
definitely colored, but the association of
coloration with me arises solely from
the letters of which the words are com-
posed. The dominant letters, especially
the initial letter, or the letters most con-
spicuous in pronunciation, give color to
the word. Thus Rosalind, though con-
taining but two green letters, has a dom-
inant shade of green, as salvia or silica
have of yellow. A pleasing variety in
the colors of the letters tends to render
a word attractive. Thus the words Ver-
non Severn and Exeter, with contrasted
colors, are more attractive than such
words as Patton, Hammond or Armenia,
in which the colors are few or not con-
flasted.—President David Starr Jordan
in Pouular Science Monthly.
Di vid lug a Long Sermon.
Dr. Samuel Buell, of the last half of
the last century, who used to preach two
or three hours, like Isaac Barrows-, was
ingenious in detaining his congregation.
On one occasion, after preaching nearly
two hours—as long as he could feel se-
cure in the presence of all his hearers—
he remarked that he was done preaching
to sinners, and that they were at liberty
to go. The rest of his discourse would
be addressed to good people.
A gentleman who once went to hear
him stated that when the hourglass was
nearly ready to be turned a second time
from the commencement of his sermon
he said, much to the relief of the person
who related it, “Once more.” After go-
ing on some eight or ten minutes longer
he said, “To conclude,” and after an-
other about equal interval he said,
“Lastly.” The gentleman added that
he expected every moment to hear him
say, “Everlastingly.”—St. Louis Globe-
Democrat.
How Canaries Build a Nest.
Many of us some time in our lires
have taken an old bird’s nest in our
hands and admired the wonderful struc-
ture, the neatness and care with which
the inside has been finished, whether it
be the nest of a thrush, so carefully lined
with manure and smoothed off with
the art of a well taught modeler, or
maybe the lovely lining which we find
in a robin’s nest or some of the finches.
But we have few actual chances of see-
ing these miniature homes put together,
unless they are built in captivity, under
which circumstances the art of nest
building becomes most interesting to a
careful watcher.
Let us take, for instance, canaries. A
pair of these birds in their second sea-
son’s building—by which time they have
perfected thoroughly the art. supposing
they are supplied with a suitable box and
materials for the purpose—commence
first of all by filling the box with the
rougher pieces of moss, after which the
hen hops into the middle of it, and sit-
ting down begins to turn round and
round; by this process the inside of the
nest is formed. If they find it not full
enough, more moss is brought and the
process repeated until it is to the satis-
faction of the hen.
After this the delicate part of lining
the nest is commenced, the hen sitting
in the nest while the cock supplies her
with hair, which he first prepares in the
following manner: After picking up a
small bunch of hair, which he holds
across the middle, he flies upon the
perch and knocks it from side to side
against the perch, to shake all loose
pieces out; after which he holds the
wisp or bunch of hair on the perch with
his foot, at the same time drawing his
beak up it with a twisting motion.
This is repeated until it becomes some-
what -woven together, and is then pre-
sented to the hen, which she carefully
takes and places in the moss, one piece
after another, until a smooth lining is
the result. At this point she allows her
husband to enter the nest, which they
keep doing in turns, with a great deal of
excitement and soft twittering, continu-
ally turning round and round to finish
it off in a workmanlike manner.—
Chambers’ Journal.
Man’s Treatment of the Dog.
In nothing does social usage show such
a brutal paradox as in its treatment of
the dog, It coddles and nurtures him
when he is worthless. It kills him ruth-
lessly when he is valuable. It supports
high toned kennel clubs for his propaga-
tion, and it makes laws to destroy him
at sight. It licenses the brute and puts
a premium on him and it gives every
ignorant justice the power to order him
shot. It preaches his fidelity and affec-
tion with one breath and calls for his ex-
termination with another. There is more
superstition and ignorance associated
with the dog than with the number thir-
teen.
I can take you tomorrow to half a
score of professional dog fanciers, who
to guard your pet against hydrophobia
will undertake to extract the worm from
his tongue or to bite the last joint of his
tail off. For a hundred years they have
put roll brimstone in his drinking water
as a prophylactic without ever once
knowing that water does not dissolve
brimstone. The dog is the best loved
and the least understood of man’s brute
companions.—Nym Crinkle in New York
Recorder.
Olsen Well Used Up in a Bear Fight, but
Nothing Like the Other .Man.
A man who looked as if he had been
trying to hug the cylinder of a thresh-
ing machine when it was in motion was
seen offering a pack of furs to a dealer
up town.
“You are rather late getting your furs
to market,” said a reporter who hap-
pened to be present.
“Yes,” was the reply, “but I haVe
been laid up and could not get to town
before.”
“What has been the matter with you?”
asked the reporter, who was anxious to
know how the man had been so fearfully
scratched.
“The matter with me was an attack of
‘bear.’ ”
“You had it bad, judging from your
looks.”
“Yes, I had it bad, and no mistake,
but you just ought to see my partner.”
“Is he in a worse fix than you?”
“A great deal worse. He had so much
meat scratched off one side of him that
he has to carry a weight in his jacket
pocket to enable him to walk straight.”
The sale of the furs having been com-
pleted the old trapper was asked for the
story of his encounter with the bear.
He said his name was Hans Olsen, that
he lived on the edge of the big burn in
Clackamus county, and he went out on
. the headwaters of the Clackamas trap-
ping with Peter Hansen, who lives in
the same section. They had good luck
for a while, caught many minks, some
fishers, and found a swamp and small
lake where there were many beaver,
and were getting many of them, when
deep snow came on and about spoiled
their trapping.
After a while the snow became so deep
that they could hardly move around, and
could not get out of the mountains at
all. Then provisions ran short, and they
had to rustle and try to kill something
to eat. They went out on the lake one
day and cut a hole through the ice to see
if they could catch some trout, but did
not get any.
On their way home toward night, aa
they were crossing a little ravine on a
fallen tree, Olsen slipped and fell near
the roots of the tree and came down
plump into a bear’s den. The bear was
very lively for an animal supposed to
be asleep, and at once attacked him. He
had a knife and a small hatchet in his
belt, and he got out the hatchet and be-
gan to chop and yell. Hansen, who was
behind, had a gun, but he was afraid to
fire down in the dark for fear of killing
his friend, and at length, drawing his
knife, jumped down with him and the
bear. There was a lively time there for
a while, and the fur and. clothing and
flesh flew, but finally Hansen, who was
the worst used up man of the two, man-
aged to reach a vital spot with his knife.
The bear keeled over and the two trap-
pers keeled over also. They managed to
make a little fire with some of the leaves
and twigs from the bear’s nest, and there
was plenty of rags to bandage their
wounds, for they were all rags. It was
several days before they could, crawl to
their camp with a hunk of the bear’s
flesh, which had been their only food
during their stay in the den.
Olsen says he intends to go trapping
again, but he never wants to meet an-
other bear in his own den again. His
partner, Hansen, is able to walk around
and go down to the creek and catch a
few trout and look after the beehives.—
Portland Oregonian.
Salmon Plenty in the St. Croix.
Sixteen salmon have been taken at the
Union Mills pools in Calais the past
week, and a greater number have been
hooked and lost. Those brought to the
gaff range in weight from nine to thir-
teen pounds. The river is now full of
salmon. It is the greatest run since
1885. Any one who wishes to kill a
salmon with the rod can do so now.—
Bangor (Me.) Commercial.
Paris, Jan. 17,188—.
Then a line lower:
To Monsieur--
“Well, go on,” said he, “how do you
call him, baby?”
“Who?” demanded Jean.
“Parbleu! the gentleman.”
“What gentleman, monsieur?”
“The one to make the soup come.”
Jean this time comprehended.
“But it isn’t a gentleman,” said he.
“Ah! bah! a lady, then?”
“Yes—no—that is”---
“Name of names! midget,” Pere Bonin
cried, “don’t you know whom you are
going to write a letter to?”
“Oh, yes!” said the child.
“Out with it, then, quick!
wait all day!”
But little Jean stood all red and con-
fused. The fact is, it is not as easy as it
looks to address one’s self to public
writers for correspondences of this kind,
but Jean was brave and presently an-
swered softly:
“It is to the Holy Virgin that I wish
to send a letter.”
Father Bonin did not laugh, not at all;
he simply wiped and laid aside his pen
and took his pipe from his mouth.
“See you, midget,” said he severely,
“I don’t want to believe that you mock
an old man; besides, you are too small
for me to trounce. Face about; march!
Out you go!”
Little Jean obeyed and wonderingly
turned heel, or foot rather, since heel he
had none; and, seeing him so submissive,
Pere Bonin a second lime reconsidered
and regarded him more closely.
“Name of names, of names!” grum-
bled he, “but there is misery in this
Parisi What do you call yourself, baby?”
“Jean.”
“Jean what?”
“Nothing—just Jean.”
Pere Bonin felt his eyes sting, but he
only said:
“And what do you wish to say to the
Holy Virgin?”
“To tell her that mamma’s been asleep
since four o’clock yesterday, and that I
can’t wake her up.”
The heart of the old soldier suddenly
stood still. He feared to comprehend.
He demanded again:
“But that soup you spoke of a while
ago?”
“Yes,” said the child, “I know I had
to speak of it, you see, because mamma
before going to sleep yesterday gave me
the last piece of bread.”
“And what did she eat, pray?”
“Nothing for more than two days—she
always said she wasn’t hungry.”
“And you tried to wake her, say you—
how?”
“As I always do—kissing her.”
“Did she breathe?”
Jean smiled, and that smile made him
beautiful.
“I don’t know,” said he.
always breathe?”
Pera Bonin had to hastily turn his
head, for two big tears were rolling
down his cheeks, and his reply to the
cbild*was another question:
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