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The Huron News-Record, 1893-04-19, Page 3FRQ„Hf 11EA.D TQ FOOT Ton feel the good that's done by Dr. i'lerce'e olden Id eel Disc'pvery. It purifies the blood, Arai through the blood it cleanses, heeplpeiR'a, atad invigorates the whole system. in recovering from "La Grippe." or in conveleBeonco from pneumonia, {Levers, or 'tiler wasting diseases, nothing can equal it na an appetizing, restorative tonic to build up alecded 4osh nnel strength. It rouses every Organa into natural action, promotes all the liedily functions, and restores health and vi"or; For every disease that comes from a torpid e''.fiver or impure blood, Dyspepsia Indigestion, Biliousltess, and the most stubborn Skin, Scalp, or Scrofulous affections, the " Discov- 'ery' 13 the only remedy so certain that it can bo guaranteed. 1e it doesn't benefit or euro, in every case, you have your money hack. t;s.\ .J For a perfect and permanent euro for - Catarrh, take Dr. Sages Catarrh Remedy.. Its proprietors offer e500 reward for en lueuablo case of Catarrh. The Huron News -Record 1.50 a Year -51.36 in Advance. Wednesday, April 19th. 1893. FIFTY YEARS AGO. 'Tis fifty years ago, Clear John, just fifty years ago ; Seem•, like 'twas only yesterday I heart you tell rue so ; Da I remember sayiu' yes 1 Well, John, w'e're gettiu' old °Au l trimly now, and I ain't sure my iucut'ry is so hold : Alai yet, I s'p ee I must s said a thing or two in play, . But you were rather sassy, John, a goin' !tonic that day. Just think! 'tis fifty years, dear John, just fifty years Se•n'e yon and lite stood up afore old Parson t;anderbtow Amt said we'd have each other—store better or for woes. Did ever I get sick of it ? Now, J oh n, don't make u flus 'Bout within', for I 'low tit is times a batt trade torus to goal When uteu's wives miss their pati ne, a; Ce istian people should. In all these ops and down, Jtar Jahn, sense fifty years ago \\'a joined aur hearts awl bands, the Lid ,thine can l:tll.y know What you have b;eu to ate, John, or I have been to you ; For He st•es, though oft we've stumbled, that our poor old hearts are trite ; Anil that I will be tltinlciu' of you, John, as you will be thinkin' of 1110 \Chea our fifty years below have long been lost in eternity. KISSED HIS MOTHER. S!ie sat on the porch in the sunshine ; As I went down the street,— A woniao whose hair was silver, But whose face was blossom -sweet; Making me think of a garden Where, in spite of frost and snow, Of bleak November weather, •Late fragrant lillies grow. I heard a footstep behind ate, And a sound of a merry laugh, And I knew the heart it cause from Would be like a comforting staff In the time and the hoar of trouble,— Hopeful, and brave, and strong, One of the hearts to lean on When, •e think that things go wrong. I turned at the elide of the gate -latch, And {net his manly look ; A face like his gives me pleasure, Like the page of a pleasant hook. It told of a steadfast purpose, • 01 a bravo and daring will— A face with a promise in it . That God grant the years fulfil. • He went up the pathway singing, . I saw the woman's eyes Grow bright with a wordless welcortte, As sunshine warns the sliiek. "Back again, sweetheart mother 1" He cried, and bent to kiss The loving face that lifted For what some mothers miss. Tltat boy will do to depend on ; 1 hold that this is true ; From lads in love with their mothers Our bravest heroes grew. Earth's grandest hearts have been loving hearts Since time and earth begat{, And the boy who kissed his mother Is every inch a man. —Eben E. Rexford. DOUBTFUL. " My lips are, Oh, to chapped," said she. " Why, glycerine is flue," quoth he. " I haven't got a drop," site sighed. " What difference does that make," be cried. " Ere I left home,"—his face grew gay— " I put some on my lips to -day. And if, my dear, you will allow, I'll make an application now." She smiled, she pouted. "I don't know," She murmured to him soft and low: "Say, do you think, they are so rough, One application is enough 1" —Life. WORDS OF \WISDOM. A Christian is not his own but, keeps himself free for God's work. First lot our own inner life be real, and then we may try to draw others to share its sweetness, its comfort, and its battle. To do easily what is difficult for others is the mark of talent. To do what is impossible for talent is the nark of genius. When we have yielded ourselves to Ilial, body, soul and spirit, when Ilia forgiveness has lighted the flame of love and gretitudo in our own souls, then there flows forth the power of awakening the latent spark in others. Partings may come, but it will only be for a time—such a little time—and then we shall meet, and never part, but be safe with God for ever. When wo have that to look for, how little does any sorrow matter to us, and how short it all seems. DR. \V00D'S NORWAY PINE SYRUP. On WOOD'S NORWAY VINE SYRUP three toughs, colds, asthma, bronchitis, hoarse- ness, croup, and all dieeaeee of the throat and lunge. Prise 23o. and 50e. at all druggists. 111,13' C f• THE DARK TIDE QF Ol1R MODERN SOCIAL LIFE, Graphic pe•erlptlun of the carnival of Crime and Plunk es In the Great Metropolis --Dr. Tallm;Ie Delivers un Eloquent Sermon Thereon. BROOKLYN, April 9, 1893.—Rev. Dr. Taluutge chose for- hie sermon to -day a theme of uuiveneai interest—the dark tide of social life in our great cities. The text chosen es the heels of the most graphics dis- course was Genesis 1, 5 : "Attu the durk- neas He called night." Two grand divisions of time. The one, of sunlight, the other of shadow, the one for work, the other for rest; the one a typo of everything glad and beauti ul, the other used in all languitges as a typo of sadness, and ulllictiou, unit sin. These two divis- ions were made by the Lord hiniaolf. Other divisions of time in iy have uomen- claturo of human inveuttun, but the dark- ness held tip ice dusky brew to the Lori and he baptized it, the dew de ippiug from hie fingers as he gave it a name—"and the darkness he called night." My subject is midnight in town. The thunder of the city bus rolled out of the air. The slightest souuds cut the night with such dietinct- neas as to att•Let your attention. The tingling of the bells on the street car in the distance, and rho baying of the dog. The stamp of a horse in the next street. The slamming of a -saloon door. The hiccough of the drunkard. The shrieks of the steam -whistle five miles away. Oh! how suggestive, my friend ; midnight in town. There are honest men pasting up and down the street. Here is a city mission- ary who has been carrying a scuttle of coal to that poor fancily in that dark place. Here is an undertaker going up the steps of a building front which there comes a bitter cry which indicates that the destroy- ing angel has smitten the first born. Here is a minister ofreligion who has been giv. ing tho sacrament to a dying Chritian. Here is tate physician passing along in great haste, the messenger a few steps ahead, hurrying on to the household. Nearly all the lights have gone out in the dwellings. That light in the window is the light of the watcher, for the medicines must be ad- ministered, and the fever must be watched, and the restless tossing off of the coverlid must be resisted, and the ice must be kept on the hot temples, and the perpetual pray- er must go up from heat Ls soon to be broken. Oh! the midnight in town! What a atupendOuB t'cought—a whole city at rest 1 Weary arm preparing for to -morrow's toil. Hot brain being cooled off. Rigid muscles relaxed. Excited nerves soothed. The white hair of the octogenarian in thin drifts across the pillow, tresh fall of flakes on snow already fallen. Childhood with its dimpled hands thrown out on the pil- low, and with every breath taking iu a new store of fun and frolic. God's alumberless eye will look. Let one great wave of re- freshing slumber roll over the heart of the great town, submerging cure, and anxiety, and worriment, and pain. Let the city sleep. But, my friends, be not deceived. There will be thousands to- night who will not sleep at all. Go up that dark alley, and be cautious where you tread, lest you fall over the prostrate form of a drunkard lying on his own doorstep. Look about you, lest you feel the garroter's hug. Look through the broken window- pane, and see what you can see. You say, "Nothing." Then listen. What is it? "God help us!" No footlights, but tragedy ghastlier and mightier than Ristori or Ed. win Booth ever enacted. No light, no fire, no bread, no hope. Shivering in the cold, they have had no food tor twenty-four hours. You say, "Why don't they beg?" They do, but they get nothing. You say, "Why don't they deliver themselves over to the almshouse ?" Ah ! you would not ask that if you ever heard the bitter cry of a man or a child when told he must go to the almshouse. "Oh ?" you say, "they are the vicious poor, and, therefore, they do not demand our sympathy." Are they vicious? So much more need they your pity. The Christian poor, God helps then. Through their night there twinkles the round, merry star of hope, and through the broken win- dow -pane they see the crystals of heaven; but the vicious poor, they are more to be pitied. Their last light has gone out You excuse yourself from helping them by say- ing they are so bad, they brought this trouble on themeelvee. I reply, where I give ten prayers for the innocent who are suffering I will give twenty prayers for the guilty who are suffering. The fisherman, when he sees a vessel dashing into the breakers, comes out from his hut and wraps the warmest flannels around those who are moat chilled and most bruised and 'most battered in the wreak ; and I want you to know that these vicious poor have had two shipwrecks—shipwreck of the body, ship. wreck of the soul—ahipwreck fur time, shipwreck for eternity. Pity by all means, the innocent who are suffering, but pity more the guilty. Pass on through the alley. Open the door. "Oh," you say, "it is locked." No, it is not locked ; it has never been locked. No burglar would be tempted to go in there to steal anything. The door is never lock- ed. Only a broken chair stands against the door. Shove '. hook. Go in. Strike a match. Now look. Beastliness and tags. See those glaring eyeballs. Be careful now what you say. Do not utter any insult, do not utter any suspicion, if you value your life. What is that red mark on the wall? It is the nark of a murderer's handl Look at those two eyes rising out of the darkness and out from the straw in the corner, com- ing toward you, and as they come hear you, your light goes out. Stike another match. Ah ! this is a babe. not like the beautiful children of your household, or the beautiful children smiling around these altars on baptismal day. This little one never smiled ; it never will smile. A flower flung on an awfully bat ren beach. Oh ! Heavenly Shepherd, fold that little one in Thy arms. Wrap around you' your shawl or your coat tighter, for the cold night wind sweeps through. Strike another match. Ah ! it is pos- sible that that young woman's scarred and bruised face was ever looked into by maternal tenderness? Utter no scorn. Utter no harsh word. No ray of hope has . dawned on that brow for many a year. No ray of ?tope ever will dawn on• that brow. Ent the light has gone out. Do not etriko another light. It would be a mockery to kindle another light in auoh a place as that. Pass out and pass down the street. Our cities of Brooklyn and New York, and all our groat cities, are ful f such homes, and the worst time the midnight. Do you kuow•it is in the midnight that criminals do their worst work? At half -pant eight o'clock you will find theta in t.ho drinking -saloon, but towards twelve o'clock they go to their garrets, they get out their tools, theft they start en the street. Watching on either side for the police, they go to their work o darks.es. This is a burglar, and the fate f key will soon touch the store lock. Thin is an ineendiary, suit before morning theca will be'S :light Mk whey ,Oki and .0)'; "rite I Ara Pi ' WO is art nvaati(ijnt, tyiit to'' morrow morning there will IN al dead belly In ort of thevieetant Iota. Drtritrg the daytime• there viltaina in our cities loange nb,.nt, soma as'eep and Bothe awake, but when the tlrird %retell of thh night arrives, their eye keen, their brain 1pol, their arta strong, their friot fleet to fly or pur..ue, they are reedy. Many of these pew. creatures were brought up in that way. They were Itoru in a thieves' gailet. Their ehildish toy was tt burglar's dark lantern. 'Che first thing they remembered was their mother bandaging the brow ..i their father, ,struck by the pollee club. They begin by r.'ltbing hogs' pockets, and now they hate eoulb to dig the underground passage to the uell'Ar of the bank, and are preparing to blast the gold -vault. Just so long us there are neglected child- reu of the street, just so long we will have these desperadoes. Soule ono, wishing to make a good Christaiu point and to quote a paesago of scripture, expecting to get a Scriptural passage itt answer, said to one of these poor lads east out and wretched, "When your father and mother forsake you, who then will take you up?" and the buy said, "Tho peiliee, the perlice!" In the midnight, gambling does its worse work. What though the hours be slipping away, and though the wife be waiting itt the cheerless home? Stir up the tire. Bt tug en more drinks. Put up more stakes. That commercial house that only a little while ago put out a sign of co•partnerehip wilt this season be wrecked on a gtmblers' table. There will be many a mouey•till that will spring a leak. A member of Cele grass gambled with a member -elect and won $120,000. The old way of g••tting living is eo slow. The o.d way of getting a fortune is so stupid. Como, ltd us toss up and rec who shall have it.. And so the work goes on, from the wheeziug wretches pitching pennies in a rum grocery up to the millionaire gambler in the stock market. In the midnight hour pass down the streets of our American cities, and you hear the click of the dice and the sharp, keen tap of the pool -roost ticker. At these places merchant princes dismount, and legislators, tired of making laws, take a respite in breaking them. All c asses ot people are robbed by this crime, the im- porter of forcigu sides and the dealer in Chatham street pocket.handlcerchiefs. The clerks of the ato:e take a hand after the shutter are put up, and the officers of the court while away their time while the jury is out. In Baden-Baden, when that city was the greatest of all gambling p'aces on earth, it was no unusual thing the next morning in the woods around that city to find the suspended bodies of suicides. What- ever• bo the splendor of the surrounding's, there is no excuse for this crime. 'lite thunders of eternal destruction roll in the deep rumble of that gambling ten -pin alley, and as hien conte out to join the long pro. cession of sin, all the drutns of woe beat the dead march of a thousand souls. In one year in the city of New York there were seven million dollars sacrificed at, the gam- ing tables. Perhaps some of your. friends have been smitten of this sin. Perhaps some of you have been ennitten by it. Por - haps there may he a stranger in the house this morning comp from some of the hotels. Look out for those agents of iniquity who tarry around about the hotels, and ask you, "Would you like to see the city ?" Yes. "Have you ever Been that splendid building up town?" No. Then the viilttiu will undertake to show you what tie calls the "lions," and the "elephants," and after a young man, through . ,not bid curiosity, or through badness of soul, has seen the "lions" and the "elephants," he will be on enchanted ground. Look out for these men who move around the hotels with sleek hatf —always aleck hats—and patronizing air, an unaccountable interest about you wel- fare and entertainment. You are a fool is you cannot see through it. They wane your money. In Chestnut street Philadelphia, while I was living in that city, an incident occurred which was familiar to us there. In Chestnut street a young man went into a gambling saloon, lost all his property, theu blew his brains out, and before the blood was washed from the floor by the maid, the comrades were shuffling cards again. You see there is more mercy in the highwayman for the Belated traveler on whose body he heaps the stones, there is more mercy in the frost for the flower that it kills, there is more mercy in the hurricane that shivers the steamer on the Long Island coast, than there is mercy in the heart of a gambler for his victim. In the midnight hour, also, drunkenness does its worst. The drinking will be ro- epectable at eight'o'clock in the evening, a little flushed at nine, talkative and garru- lous at ten, at eleven blasphemous, at twelve the hat falls off and the man tails to the floor asking for more drink. Strewn through the drinking -saloons of the city, fathers, brothers, husbands, sons, as good as You are by nature, perhaps better. In the high circles of society it. is hush- ed up. A merchant prince, if, he gets noisy and uncontrollable, is taken by his fellow -revelers, who try to get him to bed, and take hiin home, where he fails flat in the entry. 1)4 not wake up the child. ren. They have had disgrace enough. Do not let them kr.ow it. 'Hush it up. But sometimes it cannot be hushed up, when the rum touches the brain and the man becomes thoroughly frenzied. Oh, if the rum touches the brain, you cannot hush it up. You do not see the worst. Inn the midnight meetings a great multitude have been saved. We want a few hundred Christian men and women to come down from the highest circles of society to toil amid the wandering and destitute ones, and kindle up a light iu the dark alley, even the gladness of heaven. Do not go from your well-filled table with the idea that pious talk is going to slop the gnawing of an empty stomach or to waren stockinglese feet. 'lake bread, take rainient, take medicine as well as take prayer. There is a great deal of cont. mon sense in what the poor woman said to the city missionary when lie was telling her how she ouent to love God and serve him. "Oh!" saia she, "if you were as poor and cold as 1 am, and as hungry, you could think of nothing else." A great deal of what is called Christian work goes for nothing for the simple rea- son it is not practical; as after the battle of Antietam a man got nut of an ambulance with a berg of 'tracts and he wont distribut- ing the tracts, and George Stewart, one of best Christian men in the country, said to him, "WI-Ot are you distributing tracts for now? There are three thousand men bleeding to death. BOK up '"the wounds, and then distribute the tracts." We want more common sense in Chris- tian work, taking the bread of this life in one hand, and the bread of the next life in the other hand. No such inapt work as that done by the Christian man, who dur- ing the last war, went into a hospital with tracts, and coming to the bed of a man whose legs had been amputated, gave him a tract on the sin of dancing! I rejoice be- fore God that never are sympathetic words uttered, never a prayer offered, never a Christian almsgiving indulged in but it is blessed. There is a place in Switzerland, I have been told, where the utterance of one word will bring back a acoro of echoes ; .110 7b.01 hove to hell ye* this ptoru ng. that .ter )ytilpolietie wc,rclt a kited Worst; g asp,, Wilt, wort{, a helpfel word uttered Ill the Para places of the town will bring Wel,: ten thou• vend echoes from all the thrones of heaven. Are there in this assemblage tlria morn. ing those who kuow by experience the tra- gedies of tmdttiglit in town? I stn not horn to throat you back with one hard word Take toe bandage from your bruise l amid and put on it the soothing salve of Christ' Gospel and of God'a compassion. Many !alive enure. Three others coining to God this morning, tired of the sinful life. Ory top the Bowe to heaven. Set all the belle ringing. Spread the banquet under the arches. Let the crowned heads cornu down and sit at the jubilee. I tell you there is more delight in heaven over ono Man that gots reformed by the grace of God than over ninety and nine that never get off the track. I could give you the history, in a minute, of one of the best friends. I ever had. Outaide of my own fancily, I never had a better friend. Hs weicomad me to my home at the West. Ho was of splendid personal p d p ra nal appeurancc, and he had an ardor of soul and a wgrmth of affection that made me lova him like a brother. I saw men coming out of the saloons and gambling (tells, and they surrounded my triend, and they took him ut the weak point, his social nature, and I caw hiin going down, and I had a fair talk wtth hiin —fur I never yet caw a mac you could uot talk with on the subject of his habits if you talked with him iu the right way. I said to him, "Why don't you give up y ur bad habits and become a Christian?" I remain. ber now just how he looked, leaning over his counter as he replied : "I +t ish I could. Oh! sir, I should like to be a Chris - tiara, blit I have guile so fur astray 1 can't gut bark." So the time went on. After awhile the day of sickness came. I was summoned to his sickbed. I hastened. It took ma but a vary few moments to got there. I was surprised as I went iu. I saw hiin in his ordinary clothes, ,fully dressed, lying ou l the top of the bed. I gave him my hand, and he seized it convulsively, and said, "Oh! how glad I ata to see you. Sit down there!" I sat down, and he said, "Mr. Talmage, just where you sit now my mother sat last night. She has been dead twenty years. Now, I don't want you to thick I am out of my mind, or that I am eup:ratitious, bu', sir, she sat there List night just as certainly as you sit time now—the same cap, and apron, and spectacles. It was my old mother—she sat there." Then he turned to his wife, and said, "I wish you would take these strings off the bed ; some- body is wrapping string, around me all the time. I wish you would stop that annoy- ' same." She said, "There is nothing here." Then I saw it was delirium. Ho said, "Just where you sit now my mother sat, and she said, 'Roswell, I wish you would do better—I wish you would do better.' I saul,'Mother,I wish I could do better. I try to do better, but I can't. Mother, you used to help me ; why can't you help me now?' And, sir, I got nut of bed, fur it ' was reality, and I went to her, and threw . my arms around her neck, and I said, 'Mother, I will do better, but you must help ; I can't do this alone !' " I knelt down and prayed. That night his eoul went to the Lord that made it. Arrangements were made for the obse- quies.' '1'no question was raised whether they should bring him to church. Some. body said, "You can't bring such a disso- lute man as that into the 'church." I said, "You will bring him in the church ; ho stood by me when he was alive, and I will stand by him when ho is dead. Bring hiin." As I stood in the pulpit, and saw them carrying the body up the aisle, I felt as if I could weep tears of blood. On one side of the pulpit sat lits little child of eightyears, asweet, beautiful little girl that 1 had seen him . hug convulsively in his better moments. He put on her all jewels, all diamonds, and gave her all pic- tures and toys, and thou he would go away as if hounded by an evil spirit, to his cups and house of shame—a fool to the correction of the stocks. She looked up wonderingly. She knew not what it all meant. She was not old enough to under- stand the Borrow of an orphan child. On the other side the pulpit sat the men who had ruined hiin ; they were the men who had poured wormwood into the or- phan's cup ; they were the men who had bound him hand and foot. I knew thein. How did they seem to feel ?? Did they weep? No. Did they say, "What a pity that such a generous man should be de- stroyed?" No. Did they sigh repentingly over what they had done?" No; they sill there looking as vultures look at the car- cass of the lamb whose heart they have ripped out. So they eat and looked at the coffin -lid, and I told them the judgment' of God upon those who had deatroyeii their fellows. Did they reform? I was told they were in the places of iniquity that night after my friend was laid in Oakwood Cemetery, and they blasphemed, and they drank. Oh! how merciless men are especi- ally after they have destroyed you ! Do not look to meu for comfort or help. Look to God. But there is a man who will not reform. He says, "I won't reform." Well, then, how many acts are there to a tragedy. I believe five. Act tho first of the tragedy. A young man starting off from home; parents anti sisters weeping to have him go. Wagon rising over the hill. Farewell kiss flung back. Ring the bell and let the curtain tall. Act the second. The marriage altar. Fall organ. Bright lights. Long whits veil trailing through the aisle. Prayer and congratulation, and exclamation of "How well she looks!" • Act the third. A woman waiting for staggering steps. Old garments stuck into the broken window -pane. Marks of hard. ship on her face. Tho biting of the nails of bloodless fingers. Neglect, and cruelty, and despair. Ring the bell and let, the cur- tain drop. Act the fourth. Three graves -in a dark place—grave of the child that died for lack of medicine, grave of the wife that died of a broken heart, grave of the man that died of dissipation. Oh ! wheat, a blasting heath of three graves. Plenty of weeds but no flowers. Ring the bell and let the curtain drop. Act the fifth. A destroyed soul's eter- nity. No light. No music. No hope. Anguish coiling its eorpents around the heart. Blackness of darkness forever. But I cannot look any longer. Wbe ? Woe ! I close my eyes to this last act of the tragedy. Quick ! Quick I Ring the bell and let the curtain drop. "Rejoice, 0 young map, in thy youth, and let thy heart rejoice in the days of thy youth, but know thou that for all these things God will bring you into judgment." "There is a way that seemeth right to a loan, but the end thereof is death." He Understood. Explorer—Do you know, Ethel, the Afri- can savages wore so ignorant that they couldn't undeestand what mado Stanley's iron boat float ? • Ethel—What was its Uncle Jack ? Explorer—Why—er — the — er — shape, you know—and—or—atmoepberio presence, you know, and--er—all that sort of thing. tt ,,q r tNl yET.11lAt, tTEMS• Rte,-�r�•.r Romp or I,obor sntl41101/01 the )oltatry I Vit n00,011 Ge/pltail, Score. Chia go guff ttore went $4a day. Buff o machinists are organizing. EitgIgnd has 1,000,000 union men. Uuiottl.m is expending at Suit Lake. Lanueeter, l'u., hire a nine hour league. Cinetnnati brit:I:layera want eight hours. Cleveland policemen want $100D a year. Brooklyn painters get $3 for eight hours. Boston bakers will abolish Sunday w ork. Washington prohibits sale of cigarettes. All uhien tailors at Salt Lake are em- pleyed. New York has 1,000,000 tenement reel- don ts. French miners have formed a national union. Logansport oton -e ter have just organ- ized. an- ized. The eight hour movement is dead at Cleveland. Women tailors hold a muss meeting at Boston. Flint glass workers have a surplus of $100,000. Skagit county, 'Wash., has a co-operative shingle mills. Buffalo unions want an eight hour day for pol cemen. Paris has 150 butchers who sell horseflesh exclusively. Saloons are being licensed in Iowa towns for a monthly fine: Buffalo polishers, platers and buffers have formed a union. Hebrew carpenters have separate unions in the Brotherhood. Chicago pattern makers won twenty-five cents per day advance. Hotel employee will hold a convention at Chicago next month. Grand Rapids (Mich.) masons demand forty•five cents per hour. Newspaper writers' unions are cropping up throughout the country. Convict labor will be inaugurated by Idaho under a recent law. St. Louis socialists hive put up a ticket for Mayor and other offices. The largest boiler plant in the West is to be erected at Milwaukee. Groenlund believes that socialism will be tried during the next century. Wheeling carpenters want 20 per cont. advance. Employers offer 10 per cent. A four months boycott has compelled a Syracuse baker to hire union men. In New Mexico the Atlantic and Pacific Railroad hes discharged all union hands. Eighteen Cincinnati lusters were discharg- ed and boys were given the places. Bellevernon, Pa., window gloss blowers will establish a co-operative mill. A bill to establish a bureau of labor is be- fore the New Hampshire Legislature. A Detroit dealer was fined $95 for using a countertett of the union cigar label. British miners, by a vote of 133,000 to 117,000, killed the project for a general shut down. London, Ont., tailors want an advance of $1 on coats. They receive ten cents an hour.. Professor Speirs, of Milwaukee, says labor unions are good for employed and bemployer. Uingalese workemen on the Ceylon ex- hibit at Chicago struck. They want more than $7 a week. Washington real estate men kick against a law that prevents the recording of deeds unless all taxes are paid. Wisconsin retail lumber dealers held a convention, and requested wholesalers to keep out of •the retail business. A bill to tax three cents per ton on the output of iron ore is meeting opposition in the Minnesota Legislature. Employes of the Cleveland Ax and Tool Company have accepted a cut of thirty-five cents a day. Forgemen used to receive $1.85 a day and their helpers $1.50. The eight hour day is in effect for carpen- ters in forty-seven cities, and nine hours is the rule for anion men in 400 towns. Organization has reduced the hours of Cleveland brewers from fifteen to ten per day, and has advanced wages from $9 to $12.50 to from $13.50 to $15. They now want $1 per week advance for all hands. Carriage and wagon workers at Chicago are winning their demand for nine hours at ten-hour pay, weekly payments, and 10 per cent. increase on piece work. Canadian patent medicine manufacturers have formed a trust. The number of dealers selling their products will be cut down from 5,000 to 750. Agriculture and the Army. An agricultural order of merit is to be given annually to officers and others in the French army who possess special knowledge of technical works useful to agriculture. Development Wanted. The island of Tahiti is capable of yield- ing excellent crops of sugar. coffee and cot- ton, but the difficulty in obtaining labor, the lack of enterprise and want of capital prohibit their culture. Wild Plums. A few wild plums should be cultivated by every fruit raiser, for home use, being more hardy than the improved varieties. California wild plums are extremely hardy, very highly flavored and would be an orna- ment to any yard. A Southern Girl's Views. Imitating a strange English custom, it is not "good form" in New York select cir- cles to introduce people at social gather- ings. A young girl from New Orleans,whe has been spending the winter here, com- plains of this idea, contrasting it very un- favorably with the good, old fashioned, hospitable way ot the South, that brings guests together to know each other and en- joy each other's social and personal attrac- tions. The fair Louisianian declares that if the Southern way is old fashioned, it is a great deal'^better than the New York cos tom, and theta atrangesgirl coshing to New Orleans has a far better time than a young woman in u similar position here. This young lady, who considers a party at home stupid where she has not a half dozen men to talk to at once, went to a musicale re- cently, where the sole persons with whom she exehangedjaword with were her }.ostess and her chaperon, "although," she said, "men were standing along the walls three deep, looking as though they were having a mostdoleful time." At a dinner party, she said, her hostess deprecated the necessity which would not permit of her introducing her guest to any one but the ratan who was to take her out to thinner. I am sorry, but aI can't help it, my dear," said the lady ; "it isn't done here, you know." The result was another stupid tiros for tlw Southern girl.—Baltimore Sun. Two pee.rm, %maEi$1iQNS, t1 .cnrMbionit$t!R Wuet 0t13 o »,till, a Voltlit; firs Sortiotr. armee, ''jell Iltuit,1rnteel, ( ates.ntade wholly of Weed ars tieaYy. Since wire lune become so cheap, ft hqa :ea" tered lavgely into the construction of gate.}, proving light and servloeable. The aecon- parrying sketch of n wire gate is by S. Bar- rtngion. The form shown is one of the best as regards etrength, tluritbilfty and freedom from sagging. The frame of the r .k.-bdyt�"„L"•.+ rx �.!)s"jb�'.'�v7llN�:di'1j�� A SERVICEABLE FARM RATE. gate is wood pat together in the usual manner, with a long brace (b) placed as shown in the sketch, and nailed in position. Holes are bored in the end pieces through which aro passed and firmly secured anneal- ed No. 7 and 8 wire; seven or eight Bingle strands m,y be used to each gate. If the gate can be hinged to a building or a high post, a wire support (a) can be used to pre. vent sagging. If a few links of chain are attached to one end of the wire it may be always kept tight by hooking up auother link.—American Agriculturist. Table for Sorting Banns. All beans before they go into the hands of the consumer aro supposed to have been hand•pieked ; that is, carefully looked over and all the spotted, injured and alit ones removed. This operation is usually done while in the hands of the grower. It is a slow, tedious operation, as, some years, the beans are so badly damaged in the field that it takes a very active person to care• fully hand-pick four bushels in ten hours' time ; while with a crop secured in good condition, four tines that amount is fitted for market in the time mentioned. In either case it is very tiresome work, es- pecially with the plan usually followed. whereas, by the use of a sorting table, the A CONVENIENT BEAN TABLE. labor is greatly lessened. The contrivance shown in the engraving is from a sketch by L. D. Snook. It consists of two boards one foot in width and three feet in length, nail- ed together and provided with four lege nailed firmly in position at the pointe shown. Those in front are three inches shorter than those in the • rear. A light railing, two inches high, is placed around the edge and brought to nearly a point in front as shown in the sketch. At this place a hole is cut through the boards :and the marketable beans, as fast as they ,are , looked over, are allowed to fall through this opening into the spout, and thence into a pail, basket, or other receptacle. The damaged beans, of course, are removed from the good ones and placed in separate baskets, which should be conveniently lo- cated, one upon each side of the table, as an expert always picka with both hands.— American Agriculturist. ROMANCE IN SOUTHERN AFRICA. Miss Olive Sehreiner's tl'oetical Desert's - Hon of Her Deae.rt Home. Majesfontein, the home of Olive Schrein- er, the popular author, is a railway station 193 miles out from Cape Town on the dri- est waste of the great Karoo plain. This Karor is very near to '-Hiss Schreiner's heart. "It was amid such scenes as these, amid motionless, iinmeasutable silence."' she says, "that the Oriental mind first framed the noblest cnnception of the un- seen, and `1 am that I atn' of the Hebrew. Not less wonderful is the Karooat night. when the•stars of the Milky Way form * band across the sky. You stand alone ont- side, you see the velvet blue -black vault rising slowly on one side of the groat hori. zon and sinking on the other ; the earth ia. so motionless, the silence is so intense, your almost seem to hear the stars move. No. less wonderful are the moonlight nights,, when yon sit alone on a kopje and, the moon has risen across the plain,, and the soft light is aver everything,. even the stones aro beautiful ; and: what yott have dreamed abont human love and fellowship, and never grasped, you, be, lieve in them. Hardly less beautiful is the, sunrise when the hills which have been purple torn to gold, and suddenly the rays. of light shoot fifty miles across the plain and make every drop on the ice plants sparkle. Nor less lovely are the sunsets,; you go out in the evening ; the tierce heat of the -day is over ; as you walk a cool breath touches your cheek ; you lock up, and all the 1.:110 are turned pink and purple. and at curious light lies on the top of the Karoo bushes ; they are gilded ; then• it vanishes, and all along the west there are bars of gold against a pale emerald sky, and then everything begins to turn gray. In the Karoo there are also mirages. As. you travel along the great plains, more•especially between Beaufort and De Aar, you may al- most reckon to see on a hot summer day. away on thehorizon, beautitul lakes with the sunlight sparkling on the water, and islands and palm trees, domes and minarets on the mainland, and snow-capped mountains rising behind them. If you stop tor half an hoar watching them you will still see them." The Way Miss Jewett Writes. Mies Sarah Orne Jewett i0 atsid to •com- plete stories mentally before putting them on paper. She always writes in the atter- noon, and usually about 3000 or 400 words a day. She is quoted. as ssying-tliu0 she first undertook to write iu order to show sneering "city boarders" that cone - try people were uot the awkward, ignorant set that these persons seemed to conaidex them. flask a Little in the Sun. "Basking in the sun" is in itself of red and considerable benefit, and it is no cam• plinnent to our human intelligence to find that cats and dogs understand that fact touch better than we do. The love of sun- shine is naturally one of our strong at in. stincts, dud we should be far healthier and happier if wo helot, ed and developed it in- stead of practically ignoring and repressing it. --London .tilling. °e;'1 .I�