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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times, 1885-8-20, Page 2HONEY BEES AND WOLVES. Troubles of the Maury Settlers in the India Cone try. ontier life was anything but pleasant or delightful to my elder sisters, But to me it was a paradise. I soon affiliated with the Indian boys and learned their language al most intuitively. The woods were full of game and I COULD SHOOT THE BOW AND ARROW With the best of them. The bee tree that we had saved from Kishawko'aband we sawed off above and below the bees and the honey, moved it to and aet It up near the house. In three years' time we had over fifty swarms and had supplied all the new comers who had by that time begun to settle about ua. 1 have no doubt that tree or rather those beea were the progenitors of moat swarms of bees --now in Genesee County. I am of the opinion that that country came as near flow- ing in milk and honey in those days as any other, It was so abundant with us that my mother used to strain it into barrels. It would stand so long that it could be out out like solid cheese. The wax we made futo candles and used no other lights. The In- dians kept no bees, but the woods were so full of trees full of honey that they had it in abundance and the was they had for sale was an important item to the merchant. HOW TUE INDIAN.? FIND BEE TREES. I have known an Indian boy to find twen- ty bee trees in a single day. Ilia mode of hunting them was not like the white man's, who would drat bait a stray bee with honey, then watch his night until he is able to got a bee line to the tree, The Indian b iy, more observant, has discovered the time at which the been do their house-cleaning and will start out of a sunshiny morning when there is still scow on the ground aid under any tree containing a swarm he is sure to see the signs of their industry—dead bees, moths and anything they can handle inter.', fering with their ideas of neatness is tum- bled out and may be readily sten upon the snow. DESTRUCTION TO MAN AND BEAST. Wolves continued abundant and trouble- some up to 1S31. It was impossible to keep aheep and difficult to save our pigs. About this time small -pox prevailed among the In- dians. When a case of this disease occurred the sick one would be left to his fate, while the well ones wc•uld flee to some other local- ity, The sink one, often exhausting the wa- ter left for him, would crawl down to the strewn, die there and be eaten by the wolves. The wolves after this epidemic entirely dis appeared, They were unquestionably poi- soned by the food on wbioh they fed, CUBED BY LAxTH. A Dying Woman Sees Our lade of Perpetual. Help, sad is Restored. Probably the moat remarkable and the best known of faith cures in St. Louis is the case of Thereaa Schaefer, a young woman who had a visitation of the Bleesed Virgin, or the Mother of Christ, while at the point of death. This occurred at the Convent of the Sisters of Mercy, some eleven yeara ago, Miss Schaefer was a German girl, a very devout Roman Catholic, an excellent housekeeper, and an intelligent, sensible girL She was afflicted with a tumor, and was removed from her home to St. John's Hospital, which is a part of the convent referred to. The affliction baffled the skill of at least twenty physicians, whose services were called on by the Sisters of Mercy, from the Medical College close by. She was given up as dying by a numuer of phyaicians after the holding de consultation. Two of the consulting physicians were pos. itive in the belief that she would not live three days at the furthest, The girl had been praying for health all the time to Our Lady of Perpetual Help, as the Blessed -Virgin is sometimes termed, and on the day follow- ing the evening on which the consultation had been held was in a dying state, About 4 o'clock in the afternoon she allowed signs of animation, and, speaking to the Sisters, declared that she saw angels. Little attention w.,s paid to her until be tweru 11 and 12 o'clock at night, when Ler firm atteranaea and Blear eyes commanded it. " I have had a visitation," she said ; " the Virgin and the angels have beau with me, and the Virgin told me I should get well if I: devoted my life to her." This statement was repeated several times, when one of tiro Slaters laughingly asked her how she was go ing to prove it. " By getting up and dreg• sing," she replied, and, despite all protesta'n tions, the young woman arose, and, donning her clothing, moved with a light, springy tread about tho room. Such a positive proof of ei return to health was taken as proof also of the girl's assertions of the visitation. The Sisters were in a wakeful condition th at night and Miss Schaefer, attributing the visitation and the cure to the fact that she had been making a:novena to " Oar Lady of Perpetu- al Ilalp," insisted when morning arrived on making a visit to the Church of the Redemp• tortes Fathers on Grand avenue, where the shrine of Our Lady of Perpetual Help stands, and,re:turning thanks for her miraculous re• storatioa to health. This she did, riding to the church and returning to the convent on foot. The young lady departed immediately from the convent to her father's honee,where she died some nix years later of some such illness as malaria. It seems, however, that she did not devote her days to the Mother of God, unless the leading of an exemplary life conEitutea such devotion. The report of this case attraoted a great deal of attention at the time, the doc- tors who had had Misa Schaefer in charge testifying freely to the fact that the case was miraculous. To an artist of some celebrity the young woman described minutely the de- tails of the apparition, and he shortly after- ward produced a painting which now occu. pies a place of honor at the Convent of the Sisters, and which has become something of a shrine. The picture represents a young woman lying on a hospital cot, while over her, in a burst of light is the Virgin with fair face and flowing robes. The Virgin's form is encircled by angels of cherubic form and face, and the picture altogether is of the old masters' order, GAME AND warms. Whcn we asst settled at Grand Blare the woods were fall of desirable game, and were also overrun with wolves, which were not so desirable. We at considerable trouble and expense had brought with us a dozen fowls, and built of 'loge a house far them to rooat In. Before they had become fairly recon. cried to their new home there came a wolf, who in some way opened the door and killed all but ane of the flook. We felt it a sad loan, and could see no way to utilize the one that revived. Finally the thought suggested itself to me that possibly the wolf might have been so well pleased with tame poultry as to induce him to come back for more. I out a square hole through the loga of the hen house and set s. steel trap where the wolf would put his foot in it if he Dame proapect- ing for more game. The second night after setting the trap we heard the rattling of the chain attached to it, and felt pretty sure of some satisfaction for the loss of our chick- ens, 1. went out aa soon as it was light and found an enormous wolf feat In the trap, xNDEAVO .n(G TO GNAW HIB oWN LEG Off above the trap to free himself. As I approached him he gave up like a whipped cur and allowed me to knock- him in the head. I divested him of his ears to preaent to the proper offioer to entitle us to the bounty then being paid by the Territory of Michigan and by the country, each paying $5 a head for the destruction of the pests, I then felt we had settled the account with wolf No. 1. SHOWING A WOLtr. Our next loss was a valuable hog we were depending upon to furniah us with a brood of pigs. We heard in broad daylight a terrific equealing coming from a field in front of the house, and on looking discovered an en- ormous wolf with his teeth fast in the throat of the hog. I happened to be the only one at the house that could use a gun, and the only gun charged was a little shot -gun load- ed with bird shot. There was a tall fence between me and the wolf, and I went for him, but I am quite sure my hair was a lit- tle stiff. I banged away and peppered him with shot, and he left for the brush. The hog never got up. The wolf had cut her throat and she died. As we used the sur- viving chicken to get pay for onr hens, so we did with the hog—set traps about her and got a pair of wolves and three foxes. MAKING MONEY OUT OF WOLVES. While I am upon the subject of wolves I am inclined to relate my first speculation or business venture. Three years after the foregoing occurrences my brother Rufus was married and the farm and effects were divid- ed, creating two interests instead of one. It was winter and our cattle were feeding about a haystack put up in a log pen—the logs so far apart theta cowbelonging to my brother got her horns fast and was hacked down by the herd and died. When alive she was worth about $10. I wanted her for wolf bait and Rufus wanted her for the same pur- pose. I offered. him $15 for her and he finally accepted it. I hitched a yoke of oxen to the cow's horns and snaked her about heli a mile to the mar- gin of a tamarack swamp, drove sharpened sticks through the carcass, fastening her firmly down, then set half a dozen or more traps on all aides of her. I went out the next morning, following the trail I had made and soon could see that my invitatien had been accepted.- As I approached the swamp I heard the rattling of chains, the clink of steel traps and the cracking of brush in all directions. It seemed to me the swamp was full of wolves dragging traps. I found and killed five full-grown gray wolves whose scalps were worth $50. Afterwards with the same bait I caught three more wolves, two foxes and a lynx. My first speculation was quite a snap considering that it had but a dead carcass for its basis. The Pain of BeingunH g. Dr. Taylor states that death from hang- ing appears to take place very rapidly, and without causing any suffering to the person. Professor Tidy, also, speaks of the painless nature of death from hanging ; while Pro- fessor Haughton, in his paper read before the Surgical Society of Dublin, says that "the old system of taking a convict's life by snffooation is inhumanly painful, unneces- sarily prolonged, and revolting to those whose duty it is to be preeent." Those who speak of the painless nature of death by strangulation arrive at this conclusion from the fact that many cases of suicide are not completely suspended, and that if they wished they could easily relieve the con- striction by assuming the erect posture and in other cases of recovery from attempted suicide by hanging there is no recollection of any suffering. It should be remembered, however, that there is a great difference be- tween the mental attitude of the suicide and ene who is about to suffer the extreme penalty of the law. In the former case he is regardless, and perhaps also not very sen- sitive, of a little suffering, while in the latter every nerve is braced up to resist the inevit- able result. Moreover, in those cases of re- covery the loss of recollection of suffering does not prove that there was none. It might almost as well be said that, because in many cases of recovery from meningitis there was no remembrance of any suffering, therefore there was none. No doubt, the pain in hanging can under no circumstances be very acute, yet when we see a culprit heaving hie chest and almost raising the whole body in his struggles for breath we must conclude that there is at least a con- siderable amount of mental torture, Marriage and Progress. A keen observer of human nature and a man of world-wide experience was heard to say recently.: "There never was a time when marriage was more believed in than now. Never were wives treated better and loved more—never were children happier than now. It is the ambition of the average individual to have a good and happy home. Our towns are filling up with pleasant and elegant homes- The fireside was never more popular than at present." It is unneoeseary to say that many student of our civilization have arrived at different conclusions. There is a respectable class of observers who report different data, eapeciai. ly from the great centers of population, where it is claimed the - marriage ia becom- ing popular. Granting that there isan increased tendem cy to celibacy, as civilization becomes more complex than it was in provincial times, Bev- eral causes may be found which contribute to this result, It has been currently claimed that infidel ideas are in the ascendency and that marriage nus been robbed of the sanctity which obtained in olden times. There are students who bold that the belief that mono gamy is distinctively a Bible institution leas much to do with its perpetuity and health- ful growth. However this may be, I believe that there are other important fedora in our civilization which must essentially regulate the number of marriages and greatly deter- mine what chases will marry, It would be interesting to have some clever disciple of Buckie unfold the queation in its fullness; but I will merely outline the thought. The question to which I refer is that of the effect of steam and this rapid transit civ- ilization upon celibacy. I accept, in great part, the proposition of Mr. Buckle, that the price of bread governs the number of marriages in a given country. There will not be many marriages where the conditions of success are difficult, and whatever renders greater the iueempetibility between mar- riage and moderate meant moat greatly de- crease the mariner o£ marriagea. Hast steam not enlarged our ideals of good living? Has it not lengthened the catalogue ofournecee sitiesand increased the diflleul'y of obtaining an adequate matrimonial atatus ? A rapid glance at a long list of the new aocompanis meats of culture, which could not have ex- isted previous to railroads, is sufficient to convince a casual obaerver that the "pri.e of bread "—rather the price of nomads.", actual or ideal—is much higher than it was fifty years ago. Parisian trousaeanx may be ordered by galvanic speech and reasb their destination in some distant Western, city more quickly than the old fathers could have sent their humble home -spun serosa a few dozen counties. Theaters have sprung up at every village of a few thousand in- habitants, Summer resort+ and long bridal tours are the innovations of yesterday. Costly house decorations and rare troaanre" of art are brought by lightning express. blr, Jones will not marry. The man does not care to ignore the ideal of his fellows, which have become the prevailing faellion--en- arged into neoeeaities by the incresaed facilities of the age. He is now ready to oomplete the whole world, whose ooemo- politen customs have revolutionized old ways of living and even made modern economy more expensive than the luxuriea of his an- cestors. Taming Wild Beasts. A planter in Louisiana a few years ago made a pet of a tiger -cub, which played about the house lika a tame oat, until it was of nearly full size. His theory was that by feeding it on milk, its cruel nature could bo softened and changed. One day, however, the creature sprang on and killed a sheep, with as much ferocity as if it had been reared by its mother in the junglea of Cey- lon. It would have killed its owner also had not a bullet put an end to it and his ex- periment together. Mr. Blank, a well-known lawyer in New York, recently attempted to keep a rattle- snake at large in his library, its fangs hav- ing been drawn. But the fangagrew again. Mr. Blank was bitten by his ungrateful pet, and his life was saved only with difficulty. The same foolhardy love of useless risk led a lady in London, a year ago, to keep two younglions as playmates at large in her house. They were very tame at first, but thoir savage instincts broke loose one day, and they attacked their mistress, These freaks will seemto all of our ration- al readers as incredibly silly. Not one sane man or woman in ten thousand would make a pet of a lion or a rattlesnake, Yet many young men and women secretly nourish, not in their houses but in their bosoms, some vicious habit, or temper, or thought, which one day, when full-grown, may over- come them, and rend their souls beyond hope of help. Would it not be better to die after a few minutes of agony in the clutch of a tiger, than to live to old age despised as a liar, a slanderer, or a thief? Who would not rather feel ;the poison of a snake send- ing swift death through his veins, than to creep through the' world during a long life a 'drunkard or a libertine? The snake or the tiger, too, could be kill- ed before it could hurt its owner. But who shall hurt a vile habit that we have nursed in our childhood, and that has grown old with us ? Then do not let us laugh at these foolish people, but consider if we too are making pets of any creature. Look to thy soul and find what hides therein. A man never finds out what a contemptible man his wife has married until he begins to hint that a 75 -cent straw hat for himself and a $17 bonnet for hor own use hardly,seems a fair way of dividing the money he had saved towards the expenses of a summer vacation, Mother Was Good to Him. We can all look back to onr childhood days, and recall times when we thought mother was not good to us, times when her mild restraints seemed irksome, and even cruel, And when we would have put them aside in our wilfulness and anger. In later years we understand better how good mother was to us, and in all true hearts there comes a feeling of aorrow in remembrance of the times when we were not always good to mother. The following beautiful. incident will touch the hearts of many mothers and sons: " But, after all, she used to be good to ua." It was a son who said this of a mother whom some nervous malady had overtaken, and who was certainly a very serious trial to her family. The young man's .fife, too, was a weary one. Hewes hard -worked through the day, and it was depressing to go home at night to fault-finding and fretfulness, Harder atill was it to sleep, as this eon did, week after week, month after month, with all his senses half awake, that he aright hear his mother's footsteps if theypasaed his door, and hurry after her to keep her from wandering out into the night alone, as her melancholy half -madness often led her to try to do. Strangely enough, she bad turned against her own husband and her daughters, Only this one son had any power to persuade her for good, Ilia work by day and his vigil by night wore on hire merely, but he never complained,. One day his sister asked biro how he oonld bear it and always be patient, when she— mother though she waa-:-was in the house only as a gloom and foreboding and unrest. And the answer came,— "But, after all, she need to be good tons." And then the thoughts of all the group went back to the years before tide nervous prostration carne upon ber, when the had nursed theta in illness, and petted them in "hildhoad—when she bad been "good to them," ooe and all, "• I know," the boy said, thoughtfully, "that I was a, nervous, nneonfortablo child myself the forst three yore of my life. Fa- ther said be thought they'd never raise me, but another said, " Yes, she would,' and she tended me day and night for three yearn, till I began to grow strong like the rest of you. I owe her these throe years. sixty how, and she thrill have them," And NO be girded himself afresh for the atruggle. It will not fart forever. There are signs which the dcetors can recognize that the cloud is lifting somewhat, and, no doubt, before long she will be her old self again. And thea will come hor son's reward, Ile will fool that he has paid a little of the debt ire owed to the lave that watohed over hit weak babyhood. Tommy mothers, worn out by long cares, such years of melancholy and nervous pro- stration must come. And the sons and daughter, who find their homes saddened by such a sorrow should lovingly remember the day in which they wore helpleaa, and mother was " g'od to them." Fugitive Wealth. There has never bean, as far as we know, a more remarkable instance of a tangible and yot a fugitive wealth than of the fortune that evaded the gresp of the relative of a friend of tho writer. He was, many years ago, at school at Harrow, and returning along the road by the bathing plaoo—to Harrovaina " ducker"—politely went to the aasiatanoo of a stout farmer on horseback in difcultiee with a. gate lock. He opened the gate and held it back for the rider to peen. " Thank you, my boy," said the farmer, one of the wealthy Middleaex graziers who own large tracts of the IIarrow and Pinner rich meadow lands. "What may your name be ?" " My name's Green," returned the boy, with an ill-timed beret of the imagin- ation. "And what is your father 1" "Oh, my father's a cheese -monger," said the smart scholar, ckuckling internally at his ready wit, "and he lives in London in the Theobald's road, rather a small shop, two scope down out of the street." "I'm very much obliged to you," replied the farmer, by no means—as it afterwards ap- peared—a man of straw, " You're a cap- ital young chap. I shan't forget yon." " Don't!" was the scholar's final thrust " Remember Green, and a Cheesemonger in Theobald's road." And up the hill he went, almost as much pleased with himself as if he had been asked to play against Eton at Lord's. What his feelings may have been when, 10 years later, a young gentleman of the name of Green was advertised for, whose father kept a cheesemonger's shop in the Theobald's road, and who, in return ror politely opening a gate at Harrow in the year 183—, was left a large legacy by the wealthy farmer, recently deceased— what his feelings were then none of his relatives cared to inquire too closely, but it was observed by all that from that hour the unhappy young man never lost an oppor- tunity of insisting on the incalculable bless- ings of the most rigid adherence to truth; of the disasters invariably incident to even a momentary deviation from which virtue he himself was a most marked and melan- choly example. For neither was his name Green nor anything approaching it, nor had his father, a quiet country gentleman, ever, even in the remotest fashion, been interest- ed in cheese ; indeed, as his son has been heard pathetically to remark, in the smallest amounts it invariably disagreed with him. Spanish soldiers are encouraged to play on the guitar. The government realizes that the boldest enemy .would shrink from eneountering an army with guitars. Be- sides, while practicing, the Spanish soldie r forget how long it is since they received any Pay. ATREAOHEROUS MURDER. Death of the Dake of Burgundy• The Duke of Burgundy went to the Castle of Montereau by the gate next the fields ; he summoned all the chief lords and two hundred men at arms, together with one hundred archers, to acoompany him. He had also with him the lady of Giac, who had strongly urged him to go to Montereau, say- ing that there was no treachery to be dread- ed. He was very fond of thet lady, and had entrusted her, as alto part of his jewels, to one of his most faithful servants, Philip Jenequin. When Sir Tanneguy Duchatel came forward to tall him that the Dauphin was ready and waiting for him, the Duke answered that he was coming ; he then call- ed for thous who were to acoompany him, for. bidding all others to follow. Thus surround- ed, he went as far as the first barrier of the bridge. Thou came the people of the Dau- phin, who renewed all the promtaea and oaths previously made, adding, "Come to- wards my lord, who awaits you on the bridge," After these words, the duke having aaked his servants whether he might safely venture on, they answered, that considering the many promises made by such notable per- sons, he had nothing to fear, and that they would try their chance with him. There- upon he moved forward, preceded by some of his attendants, and he entered the first barrier, where he found the Dauphin's Ween who acid to him once more, "Come to my lord, he is expecting you." To this he an- swered, " am oonung !" He crossed then the seeord barrier, which was immediately locked behind bite. Stepping there be naw Sir Tanneguy Duchatel, whom he touched in friendly guiae on the shoulder, saying at the same time to my lord Saint George and to other» of bis people, " liege is the Dean whom I trust." Ile thus reeved on to the Dauphin, who was leaning on abarrier, armed cap -a -pie, and girt with, his sword. The duke knelt on the ground in an attitude of respect, bowing moat humbly to the Dau- phin; but this oneanawered witboutshawing any sign offriendahip, reproaching the fluke for not haviug joined:in the war against the English, and not lowing withdrawn his sols client from the garrison as he said he would, Then Sir Robert do Loyre teak hit. by the right aril and said, "a Rise my lord, you are only too honorable." The Duke of Burgundy bad also his sword on ; when he knelt down the weapon was somewbatbackward, and as he moved bis band to bring it in front, Sir Robert de Ioyre exclaimed " Do you dare lay band on your sword in the presence of my lord the Dauphin!" At these words Sir Tanneguy Duchatel drew near; it is reports el that be roadie a sign and saying, " It is time 1" he struck the Duke of Burgundy with an axe he held in his hand so violently that he made him fall on his knees. When the Dnao felt himself wounded he endeavored to draw his sword and defend his life, but fmmadiae.ely others struck him down, leav- ing him for dead, and quickly a elan, nam- ed Oliver Layet, assisted by Toter Frothier, plunged his sword into the Duke's atamach underneath his hauberk. Elegant Hands. A pretty hand can no more be unfashion- able than a pretty faoe, but just now, we ars told, it is particularly "the fashion" to dis- play a pretty hand. That elaborate box of nonsense, the nail - mese, made of plush or satinwood and filled with attractive little implements never used, is in more than usual request. Girls spend an hour at a time polishing away with pink powder and a bit of chamois leather, or carefully pushing back with an instrument for the purpose the slight film of akin that obecnrea the white crefcent at the base of the nail. A freckle on the back of the hand fills them with dismay, and causes an instant demand for lemon-jnioe, A red hand sets the owner to searching domestic recipes for the proper composition of almond -paste. A tendency to knobbineas of wrist or knuckles plunges the victim into despair. There is good in all this, but the thing may be carried too far. A young lady's hands should always be well -oared for and pleasing to behold, but there are some blemishes posaible upon its beauty which no one should become unwilling to inour. Such is that roughness of the forefinger which is apt to follow much use of the needle. Such also is the puckered appearance of the hand of a young lady whe has reoently washed dishes, or the stained fingers of the preserve -maker ; and who would not regard the row of blisters along a rosy palm that has not disdained to grasp a flat -iron as honorable scars, no more to be considered a disfigurement than the sword -out on the forehead of a soldier ? The prettier your hande!the better, young ladies, until they become too pretty to be useful. The white, smooth hand with a ring upon it is a charming thing, but the hand that is redder and rougher, and does good work, has the first claim upon our admiration, " That boy of yours is not adapted for the undertaking business," explained the under- taker to the boy's father, who inquired why he had been discharged, "What's the trouble with him?" "He hasn't a realizing sense of what is due the afflicted. Day be- fore yesterday Mrs. B. buried her fourth husband. I sent the boy up to learn at what hour she wished the ceremony to take plane, and he asked her what her regular time of day was for burying husbands. I expect to lose her trade entirely." Things ono would rather have left unsaid : She—Would yon mind putting my lawn tennis shoes in your pocket, Mr. Green? He —I'm afraid my pockets are hardly big enough, Miss Gladys ; but I than be delight. ed to carry them for you. Mad Dogs and Mad Stones. "I have handled thousands of dogs and been bitten hundreds of times," said Wil• ism H. Bowe re, assistant superintendent of the city pound and shelter, recently, " and, I have never seen but two animals that were afflicted with genuine hydrophobia. Dog* are subject to fits, and these are mistaken by the Ignorant for rabies," So far this season, despite the excessive heat, no mad -dog causes havo been reported by the -police. Several dogs that had fits have been killed, but none of the slaughtered brutes had rabies. "There is no cure for hydrophobia, either in dog or man," a leading physician, who, has made hydrophobia an especial atndy, said recently : "" The phenomena of rabies are peculiar and directly the opposite of the popular idea. A hydrophobic dog froths at the mouth. The disease is aspeciesof pneu- monie insanity and is caused by heat and too violent exercise. The dog loses his mind and has an uncontrollable desire to run at full speed in circles. The glands of the throat become inflamed and swollen, so that deglutition 'ie .impossible. The animal is consumed with thirst, but his awollen throat makes it impossible for him to satisfy his craving. .Aa the disease progresses his eyes become glassy, his tongue distends and turns dark blue in color, his lips crack, and he finally dies in violent convulsions. The ea -celled triad- atone eures that are ae often reported are fallas,ious, There Lane tlEeaey in stones of any meet when 4plfed to the bite of a rabid dog." Although 50,600 houeeleas and starving doge are annually taken to the Landon. house for lot dogs there has never been a genuine case of rabies there sines its found. anon, twelve years ago. In a pamphlet published by the managers of the home oc- emra the following paragraph "No one used fear adog that barks sav- agely, bites at everything within hist reach, and froths at the mouth. He is not mad." " There is a foolish superstition about the bite of a head dog," said 4r. Bowers. " Per- Sona who have been kitten by dcga that af- terward telae fita or ' go toadbelieve that the appoaranoe of the disowns in the anilnael means danger to theta, We have dogs brought here every dayto be killed that have bitten people, and the invariable reason for wanting thetas put out of the way at that the person bitten may be rendered woe from hydrophobia, Duvet' been bitten often by somaliednaad dogs, If the wound is alight l let nature take itat course. If the bite is serious I oauterize the edger of the wound with esus tlo and forget all about the matter as the would begins to heal." Who Lost the Pocketbook. A salesman in one of the large olty dry - goods stores, the other day, picked up a worn-out, empty pocket book, and thought he would have a little fun with it. He therefore placed it on the counter, half•oon- (sealod by the goads lying thereon. Pres• ently a lady shopper enters. Her eyes light upon that wallet as by instinct, and while pricing half a more of artiolefi she endeavors to cover it, quite artlessly of oanrae, now with her handkerchief, then with her stitch. el, and again with her parasol, but the sales- man, without appearing to notioehe rae- tions, esah time removes the parte-monnaie out of dauger and into the light, Finally she adopts now tenths, and,,pioks it up, with the remark ; " Someboiy'a left a pocket -book." " Yea 1" replies the clerk interrogatively ; "thank yon." And he takes the leather and disappears with it for a moment, Upon hit return tho lady asks, with a slight show of interest: " Was there much in it?" " Only $3," replies the aaleaman careless- ly, and with the ease of one who has been used to lying all his life. " And who will get it if it isn't called for ?" asks the lady. " The firm," is the epigrammatic response. The lady goes out. In ten or fifteen min- utes a boy comes in and asks : " Was a pocket -book with $3 in it found here this morning ?" " Yes," replies the salesman ; " but it ban been called for." Boy says " Oh !" and retires. Salesman smiles audibly. Ile Found the Bed. One of the sons of old Ipswioh, himself gray-haired, was thus relating the character- s itics of the parental discipline which obtain- ed in his youth. "One evening," said he, "I had come under my father's wrath, and he sternly ordered me to go to bed. Bed was in the loft of a log house, and I com- plained I had no light." " 'Go to bed in the dark,' was my father's answer, and I climbed the ladder and made my way along the timbers, no flooring being laid. A bright idea struck me, and I thought I could make one moreSeppeal to my fate. I cried down : ;' " 'It's so dark I can't find the bed!"' " Quick as a flash came the answer. 'Get as near to it as you can and lie down!"' It is unnecessary to say that the bed was found and not lost again until morning. A story is told of a shrewish Scotch wo- man who tried to wean her husband from the dram -shop by employing her brother to act the part of a ghost and frighten John on hie way home. " Who are you?" asked the gude man as the apparition rose before him from behind a bush. "I am Auld Nick," was the reply. " Come awn,' man," said John, nothing daunted. " Gie's a shake o' your hand. I am married tae a sister o' yours 1" Thirteen has always been an unlucky number. Adam's thirteenth rib was the cause of all his troubles.