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we all know hinders digestion.
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It is without unpleasant odor,
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kitchen, the young, the delicate
and the dyspeptic can all enjoy
the regular family bill of fare.
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'Meese, by the bye, were days ot short
°pied xis as well ae Qi short speeohes.
Teuuton weeelti sometimes adviee t "The
eteesjou le worth tryinge' Erslciae once
wrote': "'The ectiou witl. lie if the wit-
nesses
Memetela leterehant.
A teerehant eailee over the sea to a
tant coentry, where lite made a Jarge for
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time by his industry and elevernees.
veare after be reetuated home.
W lam he laaciee he heave that his rel-
etions had met to dine at a neighborieg
coautry house. lie harried there, and
did noe eve° wait be change hie clothes,
which hed got somewhat damaged on the
voyage.
NVee Li he eat red. the reo In where hie
relations were aeeemblecl they did not
seem very glad, eo Se8 hire., beeause, they
tliought that his shabhy elobhee proved
teat he was not very rich. A. yoang
efoor, whom lie hed brought with Jahn,
was &agcy. at their wan t or feeling, and
:laid: • •Those are bad num, for they do
not rejoice at seeing theis relation, after
the long absence."
• Wait a moment," said. the inerehant
ia a whisper, "thy will soon change
heir manner."
He put a ring which he had in his
poeket on his finger, and behold all the
facets brightened,ad they pressed round
dear cousin 'William. Some shook hands
with him, others embraced him and all
ematended for the honor of taking him
eto nee.
"Has the ring bewitched them?" asked
the Moor.
' 'Oh, no," said the merchant, but they
guess by it that I am rich, and that has
more power over them. than anything
else."
"Oh, you blind men I" then exclaimed
the Moor, "it is not the ring that be-
witehed. you, bat the love of money. How
is it possible that you can value yellow
mete', and transparent stones more highly
than my master, who is such a noble
man ?"
"'Wealth maketh many friends, but the
peer is separated from the neighbor."
Blasts From the Ram's Horn
Happ :ass has been defined as having
things; better still, as having what you
watt ; cutter still, as being able to do
without what you want.
Heaven on earth? It is doing work
that you like to do, and being well paid
for it.
The provoking part of the housekeep-
ing (sae is that no one notices if the
rigite ehing is done; they only- notice
when tr, is left undone.
Same people with faalts are like the
robins Lowell speaks of; they destroy
your cherries, but, on the whole, you
would. rather have the robins than the
cherries.
Every man has as many reputations as
he has friends.
I en( not too proucl to walk, butl am
too proud to ride in a ehabby coupe!
It takes as much time and. wind. to say
a silly nothin', as it would. to utter a
prover a or a beatitude.
Honesty alone never made a lazy man
riee„ el- kept an industrious man poor.
It won't be much consolation in the
jedgment for a man to know that once he
wee, bowed down to for havin' a million
dollars of stolen money.
A men erten to expect to draw any
more filial respect fromn posterity than
he has deposited with ancestry.
The love of money is like aflea bite,
when you begin to scratch it you never
get done wanting to scratch for it.
113 women find that the bread and
ea ex, of marriage is a poor substitute for
("wady and flowers of courtship.
iii worbh the living only wheneyou
go at it right.
The mills of the gods &And slowly, but
they get there all the same.
.e. good many men are more interested
ixt having work than poverty abolished.
The car stove must go. Exactly.
Ab att the rate or forty or fifty miles an
ho
The preacher bells you that you should
Dla my for love, and yet he often married
for money.
Some men would think they were
cheated if they had the mumps lighter
than. their neighbors.
Even silence is sometimes dangerous.
All hobbies are pets, although some of
them are very -wild.
Contentment is never picket up in the
road.
As a rule, the devil is to pay in ad-
vance.
Do not cast your slurs upon the water.
Cheap talk sometimes eosts a fellow
more than any other kind.
Indolence not seldom wears the mask
of patience and receive.s her rewards.
A high-arehed inseep is not the only
iuconvenience attending aristocratic line-
age.
The poets': and the smith put not the
pains of their elaborate workmauship
into soft metal. and brittle clay.
It is much easier for a rich man to
enter the church then, it is for him to
enter the kingdom of heaven.
Short and:Sweet.
A refreshing sample of brevity by
Bench and Bar occurs in a case where
the great Erskine appeared for the plain-
tiff, who sought to recover ten gaineaa
lent by hirn to hie laxly love before they
parted to meet—in court. Erskine began
by remarking that when love was over,
the laconie style of letter writing was
most fitting. He then read the following
letter from the defexidatitt
"Sir—When convenient yoa shall have
your ten guineas. I despise you.
'elea'r Freeman
Said Erskiete: "I shall prove the haad-
writing, and that is 1113r
Asked Beareroft, counsel for the de-
fence:
"Is that all?"
"Aye," quoth Erskine.
"Then / despise yov," said Bearm'aft;
and Mr. Sustiee Buller nonsuited the
After thee, one does thet muth marvel
at this judge's notion of Paradise. "Piny.
fttgVehise all night- mad trying nisi pritie
attette all day." •
No Rule Against That.
Richard is a rather clever colored boy
in the billiard room of a certain noted
club in New York. Like many others of
his race, he is possessed of a readiness of
repartee which scene of the dab mem-
bers find not entirely unenviable. A. few
days since, at the pool table, one of the
players, having made an execrable shot,
exciting the derision of the spectators,
turned to th.e boy and said:
Well, Richard, you'll stand by me,
anyhow. It wasn't so bad, was it?
"It was awful, suh," said Richard.
"What?" cried the player. "You
criticize, too, do you? 'shall report you
to the house committee."
"Yes, sub.," saidRichard ; "but ' twon't
do no good, suh. De house committee
has rules prohibitine ev'yt'ing bat telling
the truth. Dat's all I's done."
He was not reporeed.
THE PASSING OP ARIZONA JOE.
iu them, their fames dielearted like
dernoos with seal() OYU. passion.
Tramp, tramp, on they rushed
like a dark river, weth cries
whose horror, was indescribable.
It is not the voice of human he -
Inge, httt more like the eries of wild ani-
mals, the sorearaing of on'aged hyenas,
the swilling of tigers, the augry,
inarti-
eulate cries of thousands of wial beasts in
infuriat, d pursuit of their prey, yet with
a sornethine; in it more sinister Med blood-
eurdling, 1. r they were "nee lla added a
human eee'ocity.
Nora heft% opee the Medusa door, pale
58 a shoeti.and dropped t my feet.
'Mother of God,' she o,id, "and is it
the end of the war -rhe?"
Oa they rushed from north and south,
east and west, eyes attain°, fluke distort-
ed, the brute latent in every human be-
ing comiug out from his lair to blot out
the man, the awful cries rising, waning,
waxing, as the "nob gathered around the
jail and battered in the door.
I tried. to leave the window, but, ter-
ror-sericken, could not move, and the
crowd surged back.
In their midst, half running, half
draggea by a rope knotted about his neck,
they brought a man—a murderer, him-
self about to be mar ered.
The hands which drew the rope were
too eager, the feet too see ite, and, half -
strangled, the victim fell betoro my eyes.
The thirsty executioner's halted, lifted
hini up, loosened the rope and gave him
time to get his breath.
He was a grand. man physically—tall,
straigeht, deep -chested, every fibre fall of
that We so soon to be quenched. Lucifer
j•ast aboat to be cast out from heaven
could not have thrown. out a glance of
more scornful pride. "Thousands against
one," ib • eem.ed to say. "Cowards!"
What might not such a man have been,
if—but it was too late.
"Run fair,. boys," said the prisoner
candy, "rut lair ! You keep up your end
of the rope, and keep up mime."
The crowd moved on a little more
slowly, and I saw the tall form "keeping
up" its end without a tremor of hesita-
tion, As they neared the telegraph -pole,
with its outstretched arm, I summoned
up my lost strength, ana grasping the
curtain pulled it down, to shut out the
dreadful sight. Then came a moment of
sudden, ominous silence. I sank upon
my knees to pray for the passing soul.
Then a thousand -voiced cry of brutal
triumph arose—not to the skies, so vile a
thing could never find that heavenly blue;
it must have fallen to the regions of the
lost—and they who had hunted a man
out of lite hurried. off to hunt for gold.
When I looked up, to and fro on the
white curtain swung the black silhoutte
of that which had been a man.
Even now, I sometimes hear in the sil-
ence of the night phantom echoes of those
frightful voices, and wake shuddering
from some dream whose vista is closed
by that black figure swinging in the air.
They who speak lightly of a mob have
never heard its voice nor seen its work.
Woman's Experience in Tombstone.
"Tombstone is booming," my brother
wrote; "I cannot possibly leave, and you
must come to me for a visit, anyway.'
I had not seen him for a year—there
were only two of us left—l. was among
strangers, lonely and homesick, so 1
packed my tru.nks joyfully and started.,
resolved that the place good. enough for
my brother was good enough for me,
and that the " visit " should be a long
0/18 .
When my eager eyes looked out, at the
last railway station, for the pale, slender,
"well set up" New Yorker, for whose
sight I wearied, my heart sank; he was
not visible.
Soddenly a long -bearded Arizonian,
in a broad sombrero, a slightly modified.
cowboy in appearance, detached himself
from a group of his peers, rushed into the
still moving ear, and claimed me with a
regular bear -hug.
What a transformation! But, after
the first shock of sueprise, what happi-
ness to see my brother so well again!
And then he had the confident air of a
capitalist!
"I tell you," said he, "there's millions
in it, as sure as fate."
We had had a pretty hard time ; the
wolf had not only been at the door, but
within it, and I felt perfectly contented
to be a millionaire's sister.
As the great, unwieldy stage was driven
up toward the hotel, I thought that
Tombstone muse, indeed, be "booming"
—into a riot. Crowds of men—all men
—opened a way for us to pass and. then
closed in around the stage, peering cur-
iously in at the one solitary woman.
Such a swarm of human beings, surging
he and fro, shouting, swearing, gesticu-
lating ! It was a perfect pandemonium.
" What ean be the 'natter?" I asked,
Jack raised his eyebrows with an air
of surprise. "Matter with what ?" he
said.
"Those dreaiful men.; there must be w
riot."
"Riot !" and he laugned. "Why, it's
always so."
"Always?"
"Yes, always. Sbreets always full.
totl you, we're all alive here. No stag-
nant waters in Tombstone,"
What a night followed! Eleven
o'clock, twelve, one, two. The streets
were crowded, the noise louder, shouts,
curses, pistol shots; the air full of
hideous sounds'I dared not shut my
oyes toesleep ; but Jack laughed at my
fears when I rapped at his door.
'What is the matter?" I insisted.
"One half of them have a lot of
money," he answered, and the others
want to get it away. Some of them don't
like it, you ses."
I felt en the morning as if I had passed
through several cireles of the inferno,
but my purpose to remain as long as
Jade did was only strengthened. The
more aevail the place the more need of
my presence.
The hoed was out of the question, so
we hastily fitted up a little adobe house
near the mouth of Jack's mite, found an
Irish maid with a cooking knowledge of
batteranilic and potatoes, yet willing to
work for the wages of a chef, and
fele. days began really to live again,
We had loom housekeeping about a
month when my brother was obliged to
go to Tacson on legal business—some-
thing about the "other claimant," I be-
lieve, who always appears when a xrtine
begins to pay anything—and remained
over night.
I was jest Flitting down the next morn.
ing to Fe late gad solitary breakfast when
suddenly the whistles in all directions be-
gan to blow wildly.
I looked out. Mea were pouring oat of
the mines as fast as they ecluld some up.
The crowds whielx surged through the
Areas day and night watt rushitig on to
Reorganization on the Wall Street Plan.
Mr. De Broker --"Well, my son, how
dicl you and the boys come out on your
peanut speculation ?"
Small Son—" When we got through, I
owed the other boys 50 cents."
"Hum !"
"Oh, it's all right now. We reorgan-
ized."
"Eh?"
"Yes. I capitalized at $1, gave the
other boys half the stock for their debt,
anni then sold them the other half. So
now they owe me 50 cents."
the pleasures of the thinker. Content to
drift along on the surface of things, with
no wish or ambition to control the course
of events to leave your impress on the
age in which you live, you are a man
with whom no high-nuuded, intellectual
woman weld think of linking her fate
without.x shudder,"
"Perhaps I am," rejoined the youeg
man, reaching for his hat, and confront-
ing her as he rose to go, with a look as
haughty as her own. "Perhaps I am,
Miss Gerti Plunkett, but I don't wear a
pink shirt."
A Railroader's Descri ;Mon of Plano
Playing.
"I was loafing around the streets 0110
night," said one of the popular locomo-
tive engineers, "and as I had nothing to
do I stepped into a hotel and heard a
slivk looking Frenchman play a piano in
a way that made me feel all over in
spots. As soon as he sat down on the
stool I knew by the way he handled him-
self that he understood the machine he
was running. He tapped the keys away
up one end:just as if he wished, to ascer-
tain if he had water enough. Then. he
looked as if he wanted to know how
mueh steam he was carrying, anli the
next moment he pallel open the throttle
and sailed out on the main line as if he
was half an hour late. You coald hear
her thunder over culverts and bridges,
and getting faster and faster, until the,
fellow rocked in his seat like a cradle,
Somehow I thoughe it was old '222' pull-
ing a passenger train and getting out of
the way of a 'special.' The fellow work-
ed his keys on the middle division like
lightning, and then he flow along the
north end of the line until the drivers
went around like a buzz -saw, and ILY.ot
excited. About the time I was fixing to
tell him to cut her off a little he kicked
the daenpars under the machine wide
open, pulled the throttle away :tack in
the tender, and, goodness gracious, how
he did. run! I couldn't stand it any
longer, and yelled to him that she was
'pounding' on her left side and if he
wasn't careful he'd drop his ash -pan.
But he didn't hear me. No one heard
me. Everything was flying and whiz-
zing. Telegraph poles on the aide track
looked like a row of cornstalks, the trees
appeared to be a mud bank, and all the
time the exhaust of the old machine
sounded like the hum of a humble bee. I
tried to yell out, but mytongue wouldn't
move. He went around the curves like
a bullet, slipped an eccentric, blew out
his soft plug, went down grades fifty feet
to the mi:e and not a duced brake set.
She went by the meeting point at a mile
and a half a minute and calling for more
steam. My hair stood up like a cat's
tail, because I knew the game was up.
Sure enougb, dead ahead was the head-
light of the 'special.' In a daze I heard
the crash as they struck, and I saw ears
shivered into atoms, people smashed and
mangled, and bleeding, and gasping for
water. I heard another crash as the
French professor struck the deep keys
away down on the lower end of the west-
ern division, and then I came to my
senses, There he was at dead stand still,
with the door of the fire box of the
machine open, wiping the perspiration off
his face, and bowing at the people before
him. If I live to be a thousand years old
I'll never forget the ride that Frenchman.
gave 'me on a piano."
The Good Shepherd.
"Oh, broken-hearted men and women,
how sweet it will be in that good land to
pour all your hardships and bereave-
ments and losses into the lovingear of
Christ, and then have Him explain why
it was. best for you to be siek, and why it
was best for you to be widowed, and
why it was bast for you to be prosecuted,
and why it was best for you to be tired,
and have Him poiat to an elevation pro-
portionate to your disquietude here,
saying, 'You suffered with me on earth,
come up now and be glorified with me
heaven.
'There are hearts here that are utterly
broken down by the bereavement of life.
I point you today b) the eternal balm of
heaven. Ob., aged men and women, will
not your decrepitude change for the leap
of a hart when you come to look face to
face upon Him whom, having not seen,
you love? Oh, that will be the Good
Shepherd, not out in the night and
watching to keep off the wolves, but
with the lamb reclining on the sunlit hill.
That will be the captain of our salvation,
not amid the roar and crash of boom
and battle, but amid His disbanded
troops keeping victorious festivity. That
will be the bridegroom of the church
coming from afar, the bride leaning
on his arm while he looks down into her
face and says, 'Behold thou art fair, my
love! Behold thou art fair!' "
Wq R Posted Woman.
"Mandy," said Farmer Corntossel,
"I'm thinkin"bout goin' inter p &tics."
"For massy sakes! Air you crazy?"
replied Mandy.
'Nope. Pin talkin' right in my sober
senses, I could run for Congress jes'
ez well ez lots of others. I might even
git ter be a Senator."
"You kin run to the spring lure bucket
of water—that's what you kin run fur.
The idea of you bein' a Senator. You
don't know no more 'bout sugar specula-
tion 'n whiskey trusts 'n a baby. Teel
get eucherel the fuse time ye cut the
kyerds. No, sirree, Josiar. I won't 'low
no such notions ez them. You'll let Con-
gress, an' Wall street, anMonte Carlo
alone, an' plant cora. That's what you'll
One Point in His Favor.
"ely answer is final, M. Whackster,"
haughtily replied the' young woman.
"The idea, is absurd."
"Haven't you any use for me, Mies
Gertie?"
"None, sir 1 What have yom ever seen
in me that has led you to suppose I would
listen to a proposal of marriage from
you?"
"I don't know," answered the young
man, reflectively. "What hp.ve you seen
in me that causes you to reject me so
scornfully? I think I am not mistaken
in the conclusion that you reject me with
more or less scorn ?"
"o/1 are not mistaken, Mr. Whack -
star) and I am perfectly willing that you
should know the rea,son. You have wast-
ed itt trivial amusement the years that
other young men la your station would
Wave devoted to fitting themselVesl for a
high end noble deatiny, You have no
coeception of the joys that reward the
nian whe coneeetetes himself to a lofty
ideal. You know abeolately nothing of
What Dying is Like.
"Since none of us can possibly escape
death it is somewhat consoling to be as-
sured that in the great majority of cases
it is almost painless, and in a great many
eases a positively pleasurable sensation,
remarked a gentleman the othe.r day.
"I am not particularly anxious to try it,
but I have been teld. by an eminent
physician that the sensatian of dying is
similar to that of the dreaming morphine
eater, who gradually passes off into a
semi-unconsmous state, where every-
thing seems like floating visions of bliss.
The body and nerves are numb, and the
excited, overwrought brain becomes
quiet. The imagination plays fanciful-
ly with blissful pictures, and the whole
condition of tb.e nervous system is one
pleasurable exaltation. Nature supplies
her own anaesthetic before the last mo-
ment arrives. Before the death rattle is
heerd a smile often parts the lips, and
the wavering mind frequently causes the
ton -elle to utter words which are full of
pleasure and joy."
part where they wear first. The strips
should be, within om imeh or two, as long
oS the carpet is wide, and about four or
five inehes in breadth. A. piece of old
Oarpot auswers the purpose better than.
paper if you have it.
The Philosopher.
The arb of life is to know how to enjoy
a little and. to endure inueh..
Tb is good to have the brein packed full
ot iges from the healthy past.
It is t I iV3 twiee when you can enjoy
the reeolleezion of your former life.
Never do anything c mcerniug the
reetitade of which you have a doubt.
Doo.btS are net overcome with violenee,
bat with. reason and onierstaucling.
Lova is the only thing that has a per-
ennial root and that death cannot touch.
,The two meet precious things on. this
side of the grave are our reputation and
oar life.
The time spent in brooding over
troubles, if properly employed, would en-
able you to surmount them.
First Strike on Record.
Li vy, in his famous book, "The An-
nals," ix., fie, relates in the following
suggestive words the story of a singular
strike whieh (marred in Rome in the
year 300 B.O., and was probably the first
strike tver known:
"That year occurred an event little
worthy of being related, and which I
would pass in silence had it not appeared
as involving religion, The flute play-
ers, dissatisfied because the latest censors
had forbidden them to take part in the
banquet in Jupiter's Temple, according
to the ancient custom, withdrew, every
one of them, to Tilbur, $o that nobody
was left at Rome to play during the sac-
rifices. This incident shocked the relig-
ious sentiment of the Senate, and tee
Senators sent messengers to invite the
inhabitants of Tilbur to make every ef-
fort in order that the players should be
restored. to the Romans. The Tiburt-
ines, having promised not to neglect
anything necessary for that purpose,
caused the flute players to come to the
place where the Senate met and exhorttd
them to go back to Rome. Seeing that
they could not prevail upon thsns to do
so, they employed a strategem in keep-
ing with their character. On a day of
festival, under the pretext that music
would increase the joy of the feast, every
citizen invited the flute players individ-
ually to his house, and wine, of which
people of thatprofession are usually fond,
was given to them in such qu.antities
that they fell into a deep sleep. They
were then thrown into wagons and trans-
perted to Rome. They only became
aware of what had happened on the day
after when dawn surprised them laying
on the carts, which had been left in the
Forum. A large crqwd had assembled,
and they were inducei to promise that
they would remain at Rome. The right
of attending the banquets was restored
to these flute playeas."
Hints.
Castor oil, applied once a day for save
ral weeks, will never fail to remove
warts.
Bent whalebones can be restored and
used again by simply soaking in water a
few hours, then drying them.
A. thin coating of three parts lard melt-
ed with one part resin, applied to stoves
and grates, will prevent their rusting in
summer.
To dsy shoes quickly,which have be-
come wet, without injuring the leather,
heat some pebbles in a pan and insert
them id. the shoes.
An apple, kept in a cake -box, will keep
moderately rich cake moist for a great
length of time, if the apple is renewed
when withered.
To have cheese cloth, stain] or lace cur-
tains retain their creamy look, add a
small quantity of saffron tea (made by
steeping saffron in water) to the water in
which they are rinsed.
A little bag of mustard laid on the top
of mustard jars will prevent vinegarfrom
becoming moully, if the piekels have
been put up in vinegar that has not been
boiled.
Oil stains on carpets, if action is taken
at once upon the oil being spilled, may
be removecl by scattering cornmeal upon
thexn. Sweep up, and repeat until the
meal is absorbed.
To remove stains from marble, take
two parts of common soda, one part of
pun= stone and one parb of finely
powdered cheek. Sift through a fine
sieve, and mix with water. Rub this
wer, over the marble, and the stain will
disappear, Then waeh the marble over
with soap and water.
If pegged boots are occaeionally dressed
with petroleum between the soles and up-
per leather, they will not rip. If the
soles of boots and shoes are dressed with
petroleum, they will resist wet, and wear
Well. The pegs, it is Beide, are not affect-
ed by dryneee after being well saturated
with the liquid. ,
. To restore alpaca,' and merino, sponge
the right side with deter, cold coffee
Which hag been strained through a piece
of black calico or muslin (a bit of black
meielin is better than a spohge to dampen
with), and iron with a hot iron immedi-
etelv on the wrong side ; it will "look
good as
To prevent stair carpets from Weathig
place a slip ot paper tinder them, at and
over the edge of every stain whieh is the
Keeping Moses Down.
The colored people in a small town in
Georgia had gathered at their church to
hold funeral services over the remains of
a woman evil,: had. died a couple of days
before, and the ceremonies were about to
begin when the bereaved husband, who
was a large corpulent man, beckoned to
one of the men standing in the vestibule
to follow him to ihe horse shed in the
rear of the church. When they had ar-
rived there the bereaved turned on him
with:
'See, heah, Moses, I want an under-
stan.din' wid yo' befo' dis funeral goes
any furder."
"What is it, Julius ?" asked the other.
"Las' week, when we buried Henry.
Carter's wife yo' was right at hand. Yo
crowded yo'self up to de front. When
de weepin begun yo' set yo'self to work
an moaned an' took on until Henry
hadn't no show at 'teU. Some of de
white folks reckoned yo' was de bereav-
ed yo'self."
"I dun couldn't help it, Julius."
"Yo' couldn't? Well, now, let me
give yo' a pinter. Lucinda was my wife
an nobody else's. She libed wid me an
died will me, an' I'ze got to'foot all de
'spenses. Now, den, wThen de sadness
begins I'ze number one from start to
finish. I'm de bereaved, while yo' is
only an outsider who feels sad 'cause I'ze
left all alone in dis cold world. Yo' has
got to keep shet. If yo' go to ta,kin' on
like ye' did last week I'ze g wine to forgit
my great' loss jist long nuff to tarn
around an' give yo' suck a lift under de
ear dat you'll reckon yo' is de subjeck of
de funeral. Do yo' h'ar me, Moses?"
"I does."
'Den earn along, and recameraber
what I'ze bin sayin'. Better take a seat
itt de back row an' hole yo'self down,
fur at de worry fast whoop of sorrow l'ze
gwine to light on yo' wid a foice of
to' teen hoes power!"
and if he does not stowed, in capturing
her before she has thrice eompleted the
eircait he loses his prize,
OANADIAN 11#'0111V,N
Soule Stories of Their Good Sense and
Courage—An Americaa 14 View of the
Can Adian Girl at Home. ' 1
Canada is a land of happy home lire.
It is olten. objected that the leinadian
woman is too much elosorbed in tier
household duties that she lays aside her
mueio and other accomplishments after
marriage, and does not continue to "im-
prove her mind." There is truth in this
eriticiera. Limited means and welly re-
spensibill ties sometimes compel the sacri-
fice; but, on the other hand, some Can-
adian women are notehly good house-
keepers and find time for meneal culture.
Oauadian girls now attend the university -
eat eusion courses. .
The Comedian woman has not , yet
made many contributions to literature,
The works of Agnes Meehan of S. F.
Harrison, of Sara Jeanette Duncan,
author of "A Social Departure° and
other boots, and of Lily Dougal, author
of "Beggars All" and "What Necessity
Knows," haveearned reputations beyond
the borders of the Dominion. The Can-
adian girl is permitted more freedom a,nd
iudependenos than her English cousin,
and, like her American neighber, she
uses this freedom withont abusing it.
The native Ottuadiau is generally a
faithful servant. Such servants often.
live many years with one family. A.
woman had a cock in a family for more
than twenty years, She was dying in
Toronto, her old mistress was living in
Winnipeg. "Are you happy?"'asked
the nurse. "I am comfortable; you
have been very kind; but 1 long to see
tbe face.of my dear Mrs. P. beforel die."
A telegram was sent to Winnipeg, and
She maetress set out at once to give her
old faithful servant that last censola-
tion.
The Canadian girl at home knows how
to enjoy herself. In winter she goes to
skating, snowshoeiug, sleighing
and to-
boggan. parties, and she delights in danc-
ing, music and private theatricals. In
summer she rows, rides and swims. She
spends much time out of doors at picnics
and in "camping out." A married. wo
.
man must accompany the camping party
as chaperon, but, if possible, the girls
choose one whose spirits have not been
much wejghted by household cares. The
fact that the girl must sometimes do her
share of the work of a household dors not
interfere with her amusements. She dis-
poses of her work and is free for her
play.
She can often "swini like a fish." A
ydung man and his betrothed were on a
,(..
vessel that took fire. While the girl
looked for means for escape for 'herself
and others, the man dashed past her and
leaped overboard. As he sprang he ex-
claimed, as if suddenly reminded of his
responsibilities, "Joan, you San swim."
Joan swam. She struck" out boldly for
the shore and arrived there. The young
man met her and offered congratulations.
They were received coldly—so coldly
that he went hotelward to-warro. himself.
Joan is still single. The man was not a
Canadian.
a.. The girl is generally brave, and some-
times recklessly venturesome. A girl of
sixteen years excelled as an oarsman.
One day her father, returning from his
office, saw a crowd on the bank of a lake
and went to ascertain the cause. In the
distance was a dark line that suggested
wanoeu.rrigger, cutting its way through the
at
"Why did you let her have it?" asked
an excited young man of the builder, who
had boats for hire.
"She said she must have it, and every
one knows that what Miss Audiey says
she will have she do have !"
"Miss Audrey !" The father shudder-
ed. Was it possible that his young
daughter Audrey, was two miles from
shore in an outrigger—a frail shell in
which a practiced oarsman would only
be comparatively safe in that rough
water? Audrey reached the shore safely.
She was disturbed by her father's anxiety
but greeted him with apparent uncon-
cern. "I had no idea that I should cause
a sensation," she said. "Hanlan's sister
rows an outrigger, and if any other wo-
man can why shouldn't I?" Bat the
adventurous spirit of youth is now sub-
dued and transformed into a force which
often enables the sedate matron to cope
with many difficulties.
In the early spring of the yt ar of the
Northwest rebellion a young married
woman, who had been brought up in a,
luxurious home in Ontario, was alone in.
her prairie cottage with two babies. It
was necessary for her to convey some in..,
formation to a household four miles
away, and there was not a white woman ,
between her and that house. She har-
nessed. a horse and set out with her
babies. . There was a bridge over a small
lake or pond, but an. Indian stood on it.
She thought the horse would shy at him,
so tried to drive across the pond, suppos-
ing the ice would bear the weight.
About the middle the horse broke
through. He extricated himself, over-
turned the sleigh., got loose and ran off.
Carrying both the children and wading
through snow waist high the young
woman made her way to her destination.
Far from beingdisheartened by her
adventures, she said: "Of course I was
anxious about the horse and the children,
but I had to sit down in the snow and
laugh when I wondered what my folks at
hoeve would think if they could see me
with cne baby hanging around my week
and the other tacked in my skirts."
Despite the rigors of winter and the
heat of summer, the' Canadian woman
has generally a good disposition. She
suffers less from dyspepsia than her
Amerieau neighbor, for she takes more
outdoor exereme and less pie and hot
bread; but she is not so robust in ap't
0
peerance as her British cousin. As
rule, unless she is personally intereste
in some statesman, she takes little inter-
est in politics, and is not as well inform-
ed on political questions me the English-
woman or the American. I:itit though
not a politician she is a patriot. She has
O strong family attachment to the mo-
ther country and to existing relations,
and looks with disfavor on any ango•es-
t, ,
Mons of severance,
Early Marriage Customs. mom
From remote tunes brides have been
the prize of the most daring and mar-
riage by capture has more or less pre-
vailed in some pari of our little globe
from the time when the artful Romans,
ignoring the laws of hospitality, seized
upon the ripe charms of their Sabine
guests, nor waited for the decree nisi to
be pronounced absolute before asserting
bheir new prerogative; and from this
enforced alliance sprang the conquerors
of the world.
The Esquimaux of to -day, having onee
established his manhood by killing ae
polar boar unaided,is sent forth be his
kindred to seek a wife, and the first girl
he can surprise unawares he seizes, and
in spite of her screams and struggles, en-
deavore to carry off. Thi e proving no
easy feat, owing 0 the subsbantief pro-
portions of the Esquitnaux belle, together
with the enorrnoini weight of her cloth -
ex iiting" rued occur ; the lady,
darting amona the aroused neighbors.
dodges her suitor in the (wow& whieh
eagerly assist her, and it is only a' fte r
has sueneeded in catching her the third
One that he is permitted to lead his
blushing and excited bride to the Eynie-
mai altar.
The Australian aborigine adopts
mere ehmelare' process when weary of a
single IlIs. He lookabout for a p tet
nor, and fioding one to hie liking, stalks
her, end watehing his opportunity, stuns
her with a holvy blow and cern s her off
to a new home, where, it is to be hoped.
nu her return t 1 consmoustieee his after
tenderness makes sorrie atonement for
his somewhat, roughlane ready mode of
w )oitig. •
In parts of belie the winning Of the
l'ride depends upon fleetneee Of foot, a
eirculet oeurse being :narked oat, half
of whish is traversed by themaiden (eet-
cambered only by a weistband) beta°
the )over is allowed to staet in pursuit,
Ott a Larger Scale.
O'Connor Sears—So this is your work,
ohirtist—Yes ; a bit of landscape that I
fancy is not bad,
O'Connor Sears—Bad ? Not at 'all.
But it is rather small, don't you think7
Why, it's not more than a foot square.
Yot should tackle sonie ledge sable*
something the size of a high•board fence
or a barn, for example."
•
Greeks are the prineipeeepot ae fishers