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Show study or bad circulation from any cause, for excitable women and those hysteric subject who make their friends' lives a burden if not their own, the simplest remedy is a cup of strong' dandelion coffee three times a day. made from tho roots, fresh as possible, not the dried stuff sold as dandelion, which is half bread crumbs and the other half any age with the life roasted out. A Humble Nerve Tonic. Dandelion is the coming nervino for women. More than ono experienced physician tells of its uso in cases of nervous depression and melancholy al-most suicidal. Hysteria with indiges-tion are most successfully treated by dandelion alone, using a strong decoc-tion of the roots. For school girls .growing green and black from over-- i SHE WAS "BUSINESS." But She Had a Tender Feeling Deep In Iter Woman' Heart. A rickety old wagon, drawn by a pair of lean old mules, came around the corner of the freight house. A little old woman was holding the lines and three or four tow-head- children wore behind hor. "Hoo-u- p, Jerusalem!" she callod to the off mule, who shied at a freight car, and with a twitch nnd a yank and a cut she wheeled tho team around and baekod up to the platform. "Whnr's the express feller?" she asked as she jumed out und came along cracking her whip. "Oh, you aro tho chap? Wall, the old man's thar in the wajon. I want to ship him up to Erin." "I don't see him." replied tho agent, as ho looked into tho wagon. "Ho 'un's in the collin thnr? I'm going up with it to Erin. How much to pay?" They went to tho office and arranged matters, and tho cotlin was taken from tho wagon and placed on a truck. Then tho woman returned to tho wagon and said to tho eldest boy: "Now you Rube, you drive slow and don't worry them mewls, and tho rest of you all behave yourselves. Come down fur mo Wednesday, and bring a jug of co'n to sell with you. lleo-u-now!" When tho wagon hud gone she turned to us and explained: "Old man went off party sudden, and I've had to move lively. Ho 'un wanted to be buried ut home, and 1 wouldn't disappoint him." "Your husband?" I asked. "Nnrtin. Lived together nigh on to thirty years. Ucckon you all are amazed that I don't cry and take on. but thar's heaps to see to. and it all faTis on me. Only half an hour afore the train, and i'vo got twenty things to think about." We voted her full of "business," but rather hard-hearte- but wo had to change our mind about that. She sud-denly disappeared and as wo walked along to the cotton bales piled high on tho platform wo henrd a grieving nnd sobbing and then a voice of lamenta-tion cried out: "Oh, Jim, old man, it's the Lord's will, but I can't abide it! I'm a holdin' up and tryin' to bo brave, but my old heart's being drovvndod out by tears which tho eyes won't shod! I'm till I git back home whar I kin slop down and hev it out with my sorrow!" And two minutes later she was stand-ing at the ticket window and saying: "Reckon those, klvered kyars nevor do be on time, but I want no fussin' around in this case or somebody '11 get sued. Hain't got but two days to put hint through and git back home." New York Sun, LET JERUSALEM CORN ALONE. Farmer Who RaUa It Waste Toll and Cumber the Soli. There is a cereal variously called "Rice corn," "Egyptian corn" and "Pharoah's corn." "Rice corn"' is the most appropriate, as the kernel boat's a strong resemblance to a large sized grain of rice. A pretty fairy story is related of it as "Egyptian corn," that it is the corn of Bible days, such as Joseph brought from Pharaoh and fed to his famished people In exchange for their heritage of flocks and herds, and that a few years ago when the tombs of one of the dead Pharaohs was opened a few grains of this wonderful corn were found in the sarcophagus and on being planted grew and multiplied at a marvelous rate, though planted on the edge of a desert and seldom revived with water. It was at once decided that this was the corn that grew away down in Egypt land when Moses was ordered to release the children of Israel from bondage under Pharaoh, and if it was that same corn that succored Joseph's eleven brethren and their families, it must be just the thing for a sandy soil and dry climate. A pretty story, but not sufficiently backed up with documentary evidence to make it historical. Just when or where "rice corn" did originato is not known. It has been raised by farmers as a kitid of curios-ity for twenty years and is heard of from all over the United States. Fann-ers in Kansas who have heard of its wonderful fertility in dry climates havo been raising it with indifferent success for tho last fifteen years. Those fann-ers who plant it hoping to reali.o largely from it are doomed to disap-pointment. It will not grow without rain or moisture any better than any other cereal. Tho stalk when growing looks a lit-tle like common corn, but the plant does not grow over four feet and that is exceedingly tall for it and the leaves aro narrower. Tho heads comes one on tho end of each stalk erect and not unlike the seed of sorghum, only that tho seed ball is sheathed in green. As tho corn matures, the stalk on which is tho corn head begins to bend until tho head hangs downward. When tho corn is ripo tho head is snapped off, and the corn put in a dry place until it can bo threshed. Tho corn heads are oblong in shape, and vary in size from a regulation bass ball to marbles. The kernels of corn are about twice as largo as plump grains of wheat, and look like grains of rice in color and texture. Each kernel is encased in a loose sheathe of husk that just covers it, and hundreds of these tiny husks form the corn head. The kernel is hard when perfectly dry, and can not bo fed to stock without some kind of preparation such as soaking or crush-ing and mixing with other feed. It makes a Hour that can hardly be told from rica Hour, and can be used for a varioty of purposes in cooking, but is not fit for uso in, pastry, bread or cako baking. ' '. It is planted in hills and about as closo as common corn, requires just as much working of the soil and does not mature well unless well watered, in.fact, requires just as much moisture to produce a full crop as does any other cereal. At least that is the testimony of those farmers who have given it a trial. It has never been raised in large quantities that is, no no largo acreage has ever been planted by individual farmers, as there is no demand for it because of the limited uses to which it can be put, and be-cause even for foed for animals it must be prepared. One Kansas farmer who gave it a thorough trial said he nevei would cumber the ground with it again, as it was a costly experiment. IT DlDNT WORK. Ha Had a Blood Purifier, but Found No Customer. A dilapidated looking old man, who was chewing sassafras root with great energy, suddenly appeared in the waiting room of the Erie depot across tho river, and as he approached a man who was waiting for a western train he pulled a bottle of liquid from an old satchel in his hand and said: "My friend, you are looking yaller about the eyes, which is a sure sign your blood is in a bad state. One bottle of my blood purifier will restore you to health and vigor." Don't want it, sir!" was the curt reply. "All right, mister, all right. If a feller wants to keep on looking yaller about the eyes when a pannyeca is a hand, that's his own business. Long 'iKnit the middle of April you'll be on your back with a spell of billious fever, but you needn't lay it up agin me." The next person approached was a wvcre looking woman, about 35 years )f ago, who was probably an old maid. "Them yaller streaks at tho corner )f your mouth denote a torpid liver, na'am," said tho man as ho gave the jottle a snake. "Sunthin' right here o improve your looks fifty per cent, in wo weeks." "Sir!" she demanded in icy tones. ' "Only fifty cents a bottle, ma'am, nd made right in my own house, from erbs and roots gathered by my own hand. Just opened the spring cam-paign, nnd the price is only fifty cents a bottle." "(lo away, sir!" she commanded, loudly. Don't want any, eh?" "No, sir!" "All right, madam all right. Tor-pid liver may be a good thing to havo about the house, but I don't think so. Hero's your pannycea. and if you don't want it I can't compel you to buy it." Tho third person was a man with a marked redness of nose and rough spots on his face, lie was busy with a newspaper when the old man ap-proached and said: "One bottle will cure that nose, or money refunded." "What! What's that?" demanded the man. "And tho second bottle will causo every rough spot to disappear, though it would be safer for you to take a third. Three bottles for a $1.25 or 50 cents for a singlo bottle. I war " "Look a here, you old reprobate! What are you driving at?" exclaimed tho patient as he stood up. ' 'I am selling a blood purifier, made of roots and herbs. It's a little early, perhaps, but I want to get the start of the buckwheat scratchers. Are you a drinking man?" 'Do you mean to insult me to my face, sir? Why, I'll punch your head for a cent!" ' "Wouldn't do no good, mister. Here's the only genuine blood purifier ' ' in market, and last year I sold 7.000 bottles of it. It invigorates the liver, tones up the blood, 'and if I can't cure that nose of yours I don't want a cent." "I'll purify you. you old assassin!" shouted the man; and he was peeling off his overcoat to do it when the do-p- ot policeman came up and told tho old man he must go out. "And not sell a bottle of my bloof purifier in this crowd?" lie asked. "Come, out you go." "And you don't want a bottle for yourself? You've got a jandice look, and this 'ere stuff will knock the jandico into a cocked hat in just five doses." He was led out and told not to re-enter the depot, but he stood at tho door and said to the policeman through the glass window: ' "All right, officer, all right. If the people don't want my blood purifier they needn't have it. Its the season of purity, but I never go agin the law; and if there's a rampage of billious fever next spring don't say I wasn't around with my pannycea at regular price." THE DIAMOND DRUMMER. HE MUST BE A VERY EXCEP-TIONAL SALESMAN. He Often Carrie a Stork Worth 15.0O0 He Mut Not be a (iamlder or a Iirinkln; Man He Rome-tim- e Ha a (iuard. "A thoroughly competent and thor-oughly equipped diamond salesman," gays a leading importer of the valuable stones to the Jeweler's Weekly, "is almost as rare and valuable as the diamond itself. I will say freoly to you now thnt if I could find a salesman who filled all the requirements of the position I would gladly pay him a salary of $10,000 or f 15,000 per year. Hut it is difficult to find a salesman who has not somo drawback or fault. There is a man in my mind now who is a most valuable salesman, is possessed of a thorough knowledgo of diamonds, and his only fault is the fact that he will get drunk. Now if this man was strictly sober ho could add several thousand dollars yearly to bis salary. As it is he draws a large salary and tho house which employs him would worry if they thought there was any danger of losing him. You can appreciate tho danger of employ-ing a man who is addicted to drink as a diamond salesman at once. You see we are forced by the nature of our business to give such a salesman when he, goes out a valuable lot of goods to sell. We can't sell goods like other people. "It is impossible to sell diamonds by sample. Diamonds aro, not manu-factured; they are f.mml. and when a man gets hold of a stone of value it is impossible for him to say to a customer, we have a stock of stones of which this is a fair sample, that we can supply to you. He must sell the stones separately. The buyer must examine each one. Hence we are forced to give tho man a large nnl valuable stock of goods when he goes out to visit our customers. Now. anyone would naturally hesitate before lie gives a man who is addicted to drink a stock of goods worth from to f'SO.Ouo. The firm who employs the salesman to whom I refer thoroughly realizes tho danger and so tloei toe salesman himself. Ho knows his own value and he also knows his own habits. "In order to protect him when he goes out with a stock of goods a man is Bent to accompany him. This man, who has nothing else in the world to do, always watches tho salesman and lakes care of the stock when he gets drunk. lie receives a salary of if 1,200 a year and has all of his expenses paid. Of course this man Is really no value except as a guard over the salesman, and you can at once see the estimate placed by the firm on the salesman's value. '( ne of the greatest dangers to a diamond Importing house is that a Wonted salesman will fall in with an unscrupulous woman, or ' will become addicted to tho habit of gambling. Suppose a man becomes a gambler and Buffers losses heavier than he can afford. He gets in a tight place. Llko every gambler, he feels stiro his luck will soon turn. He knows he has $20,-00- 0 or $25,000 worth of goods with him, on which ho can at once realize ready money tit a pawn shop. "He never doubts the turn of the cards his way. Ho sells or pledges his goods. Any of his regular custom-ers will buy from him and will never suspect anything if he offers a bargain, lie has done that often before for the sake of trade. Ho loses tho money and his delinquency is soon revealed. Then comes arrest, prosecution and convic-tion. As I said when I began, good diamond salesmen are rare, and I could name now several men who havo been found short, but whom their employers have forgiven and offered another chance st.oncr than lost? their services. If we could sell goods by sample all this would bo changed, but we cannot mid hence we aro forced to take tho risks. As a result, you will find that as soon as possible most importers of diamond give a salesman hs soon as they possibly can nn interest in the business besides his salary, so as to offer an additional Inducement to him to be honest." MARIAN. "So you've been bounced?" said Mrs. Topover. Marian Milman winced at the in-elegant word; but she understood enough of the Popover style of dialect to know that no harm wa Intended. Mr. Popover did not gauge hor phras-eology by "Webster's Unabridged," but she was a good soul, nevertheless. "Yes," she answered meekly, "I've been discharged." Mrs. Popover was stout and short, with no visible waist, a black lace cap on the side of her head and her feet thrust in carpet slippers. Miss Milman was slight and grace-ful, with ruddy brown hair and plead-ing hazol eyes, and looked every inch tho lady in her shabby mourning. "Pity, ain't it?" said Mrs. Popover. "Th)9 time o' year, too!" "Yes," sighed Marian; "but I am not the only sufferer. Thirty other girls have gone, too. Business is so dull after the holidays. Mr. Meredith says we shall bo when the state of trade warrants it. Hut I haven't much hope." "And what ye goiu' to do now?" asked Mrs. Popover. Marian drew a long breath. "I don't know?" said she, piteously. Just then the door opened, and a blooming young girl came in, with a satchel in her hand. "Is this Mrs. Popover's?" said she. "Does Miss Milman Oh, Marian, you dear thing, I've found you at last! Oh, how glad I am to see you!" Marian gave a little gasp. "Juliet Powers!" she cried. "Y'es, it's me!" beamed Juliet. "I got tired of teaching school down in llolbrook Hollow, and the trustees were so exacting, and tho children so dread-ful, that I made up my mind to come to you and see if I couldn't get something to do in the city." ' Well, I declare!" said Mrs. Popover. "Here's Miss Milman herself just been throwed out o' business. I'd liko to know how she's to help anybody else?" Marian gave the good soul an ap-pealing glance. "I will do the best I can," said she. And Juliet, an apple-face- d, sanguine-nature-d young country lass, nestled close up to her. "I kncio you would help mo," said she, "because you know all about the city. And oh, Marian, dear, I'm so tired and so hungry. And thus Marian Milman became charged with the responsibility of an-other besides herself. And the days wont by, and situations wore harder than ever to obtain, and the little com-mon purse was exhausted, and Mrs. Popover's account became larger than ever for the rent of the back bedroom, with its hedeous green wall paper and its dispiriting outlook over the tin roofs and smoky chimney stacks. "Marian," said Juliet, "what are we to do?" She had, came in, tired nnd weary, afti't lMiji? day's work at the old busi-ness of looking for employment. Marian sat gazing sorrowfully at a clumsy parcel that lay on the table be-side her. ' 'They have sent back my poor little screens and plaques unsold," said she, "with a polite note intimating that the market for that sort of thing is over-stocked." "Oh, Marian! And you worked so hard at them!" with a quick burst of sympathy. "The more fool I! To toll you the truth. Juliet," said Marian, with a forced smile, "I begin to think that the market for everything is overstocked life included." Juliet threw both of her arms around the slight young figure. "Darling, you're tired and discour-aged," said she. "You'll feel better after dinner." "Hut Juliet, there is no dinner." Juliet threw open the cupboard doors and gave one exhausted glance around its empty shelves. There were the two china plates, the two china sauc-ers, tho neat knives and forks, the pewter spoons, tho nine-ce- nt peppor and salts but that was all. "I'll go out and buy something," said she, cheerfully "a neck of mut-ton to boil up for soup, r an end-piec- e of corned beef. " "You can't make bricks without straw, " said Marian, sadly, ' 'nor buy vacant place there was at least a score of applicants. They sought from place to place; they traversed street after Btreet, but in vain. And on a dreary February night, when the snow was turning to discolored slush on the pavements and a dismal fog hung over the streets, Marian looked sadly up into her friend's face. "The soles of my shoes are worn in holes, Juliet, said she. "My feet are soaking wet, and my head aches, and I don't think I cn go out any more. It's of no use. I think heaven has for-gotten us." Juliet, stronger and more courageous, brewed her friend a cup of weak tea, and produced two soda crackers from the cupboard. "Eat and drink, Marian, and you will feel better, said she. "I have heard of a woman who wants a book-keeper in her business, and I must go there at once, this very evening, be-fore any one else has a chance to crowd me out." "You won't get the place, Juliet" "How do you know?" cheerily. "I don't know it, I feel it." "Well, you'll see. Eat and drink, I snv, dear. Don't sit so mournfully there." "When you are gone, Juliet." Hut when Juliet was gone, Marian rose and put the soda crackers back into tho cupboard. "She thought I didn't know they were the two last." said she. "Juliet was always a hearty eater. She is not so good at starving as I am. Hut the end's come at last!" She took from tho mantel a little vial of dark liquid, labeled "Laudanum" (Juliet had had a few days ago, and had used a little of it), and looked at it questioningly. "I hope it isn't very wrong," tihe mur-mured; "but but it must be so hard to die by inches! Harder still to go to the poorhouse on lilackwell's Island! Oh, no, I could not endure that!" And removing the cork, she drank the bitter draught. Surely this would be a dose strong enough to silence all the pangs and woes of a dozen poor souls! "Will it be painful?" she asked her-self, nestling down among the pillows of her bed. "Because I have not much strength to endure." No, it was not painful. Heaven be thanked for that! A sweet drowsiness, like tho breath of poppies, overspend her being and with a prayer on her lips, Marian drifted into slumber. "Didn't I tell you it was always dark-est before daylight? Wake up, Marian wake and rejoice witn me!" Through a sort of cloud, Marian saw Juliet's radiant face. She struggled into a sitting posture, and tried to re-member what had passed. Was it true? or was it only a dream? "Who do you think the woman was who wanted a book keeper? Why, my mother's dearest school friend! She knew my name at once, and she says she should have known me anywhere from my resemblance to mother. She is in the perfumery business oh, such a nice big store! and she manages it all herself. And I am to be book-keepe- r, with a nice salary, and you are to have a good place there, too right away, Marian, dear! And we can pay good Mrs. Popover now, and live like Christians again; and I've brought home such a nice little supper of cold roast chicken, and hot potatoes, and a pitcher of smoking coffee. A real treat, Marian. Rouse up, dear, and enjoy it." A faint, sad smile flickered into Ma-rian's face. Had all the sunshine come, now that it was too late? And yet how good tho little feast looked how deliciously fragrant was the coffee! With a feeble gesture, she pointed to the little vial on the mantel. Juliet would know what, she meant. ' 'Why, " cried the girl, ' 'where is all my cough medicine ? I got the bottle flllod only yesterday, for I knew that I kept you awake coughing at night. Mrs. Popover gave me some oat of tho children's bottlo. She's such a kind old woman. Laudanum? Oh, yes, I know that's what tho label says, but the vial tipped over long ngo, and all the laudanum leaked out! Never mind, dear we can easily get more now. We are notbeccarsanv loncer. Here. sit up. Drink this hot coffee before it has time to chill. And eat the chicken and taste this dear little teeny glass of current jelly. Y'ou see I'm getting extravagant, but we have been starved so long!" "What a coward I have boon!" said Marian, to herself. "Oh, thank God that Ho saved me from my own rash will saved mo to begin life anew saved me for new strength and hope! Oh. I never, nevor will abandon my-self to despair again, no matter how dark tho future seems!" And Juliet never knew how near Marian had come to the solution of all life's problems. It was a secret be-tween herself and heaven. Helen Forrest Graves in Saturday Night soup-me- at without money. At least I've never been able to do it." "Is tho money all gone, Marian?" "All but five dirty copper cents, Juliet." Juliet clicked her tonguo softly against the roof hor mouth. "Mrs. Popover will irust us for a few of yesterday's rolls or a "loaf of stale bread," sho suggested, cheer-fully. "No, Juliet," said Miss Milman, resolutely. "We aro already too much in Mrs. Popover's debt. I will ask no more favors from her." "Must we starve?" resentfully de-manded Juliet. "I would rather starve than sink into the quicksands of debt," Marian grimly answered. Juliet's cheeks flushed; she bit her lips. "There is a pawnbroker's on Sixth Avenue," said sue. --Ana 1 nave got my mother's old garnet ring and a mosaic scarf-pi- n which my father brought from Florence when he was a sea captain. I'll go and see what I can do." But a pawnbroker!" sobbed Marian. "Oh, Juliet, what are wo coming to?" "No worse than many another has como to," said Juliet. "Cheer up, Marian! Remember that it's always darkest just before daylight" And she kissed the pale girl and went cheerfully out. The garnet ring and tho mosaic scarf-pi- n kept them for a week. Still they were seeking for work still tho same old answer was returned. For every A Matter of Color. How inaay men feel called upon-Ho-w many vainly choose To paint the town a glory red To get rid of the blues. 8iiMeiiNe Elysium is as far as to The very nearest room, If in that room a friend await Feeility or doom. What fortitude the soul contains That it con so endure The accent of a coining foot The opening of a door. FEMALE BEAUTY. It Is Not Alway Found Among t ho Minc-ing- Arlittocrat. All rural beauty does not consist of red arms freckled faces and stout ankles. You will find in quiet farm homes, types of beauty that would cast into shade, complete, obscure, the hot-hou-plants of the city's social life. And our rural types, bound to fade in artificial sun and heat, would be heralod as typos of native beauty, when no kind few would dare to call attention to thotr worth in their native surroundings. I am no stickler for sects or sections. Heauty can bo found among the crowded tenements of lower Now Y'ork that will vie in each and every distinction with that of Fifth avenue, Heauty can bo found in tho old hills of New Hamp-shire that can put to flight the belle of Chicago. Memphis, famous for its many queens of beauty, would hide its head were tho really beautiful women from its rural pails called forth. Y'ou will nover print the faces of American types of native beau-ty until the owners of those same faces find fame in the social world, learn h If a dozen different tongues, and mako two lands, separated by a wide expanse of water, fall down and worship them. To be the feted queen of the few is not to bo tho queen of tho many. There are hundreds, thousands of admirers who admire the rural beauty where but a privileged score may scarce approach the precincts of the social beauty. III limine of Honor. The face of Preston H. Pbjfnb, senator from Kansas, not handsome at best, is pitted by smallpox, says the New York Telegram. Said a man the other day who knows him: "Each one of these smallpox pits on Plumb's face is a medal of honor. In the early days of Kansas, Emporia was a booming town and Mr. Plumb was an impecun-ious printer. He gathered money to- - gether, however, to start a little week-ly newspaper in tho town and was doing fairly well with it and had al-most paid up his debts. There ran a rumor through the new town ono day that a strange tramp had been suddenly smitton with the smallpox and the epi-demic was in danger of spreading. The rumor meant ruin to tho embryo municipality, and so the friendless and stricken man was hurried out on the prairies, far from tho city, and left there in a log cabin to do the best he could for himself. There, was no one to care for him, and of course, it was a wrestle with death. In a dingy, one-roo-editorial and printing office Preston H. Plumb heard the story. He closed tho place, started out to the log house where tho sick man lay, and for weeks nursed him and cared for him until ho was saved from death. Then he lay down himself, stricken by the disease: but hearts had grown tenderer in the Kansas towns and kindly hand? ministored to him until he, too, was saved. Origin of OTormnld Stories. The dugong, a spoeios of whale found abundantly in tho waters of both the great oceans, but especially off the coast of Australia in the Pacific, is ed to have furnished tho slender basis upon which, all mermaids and mormon stories have been founded. Its average length is from eight to twenty feet. It has a hand much resembling that of the human species, and breathes by means of lungs. It feeds upon sub-marine seaweeds, and when wounded makes a noise like a mad bull. .Long hair in the female species and hair and beard in the male add to the resem-blance of the head and deck. The flesh of this species of whale is used for food, and is said to have the flavor of bacon, mutton or beef, according to tho part of tho body from which tho meat is taken. New Orleans Picayuno. ' I I'rofeiwlonal IVmlne. One of tho foremost women artists of Now Y'ork is emphatic in insisting that a majority of studio-mode- ls are modest, clever women. Sho says the ordinary price paid is $1 a morning, or thirty-thre- e and one-ha- lf cents an houf. pos-ing thirty and resting fifteen minutes. It is tremendously trying work, neces-sitating considerable training to make a subject available for an artist's pur-poses. Prettiness of form and feature are strong recommendations to favor, but women of heroic mold with charac-teristic and marked faces, are prized above beauties, and aro often ablo to command very high rates. As an in-stance of the possibility of the profes-sio- u. she told of two little Italian boys, brothers, who support a family of nine tnombors solely with money earned in this way. They are charmingly hand-some chaps, with lustrous southern eyes. They sit for pictures of fruit-vende-acolytes, boy princes, etc. So easily and surely do the young foreign-ers make a living, that with the aban-don common to tholr race, both parents havo resigned labor, and with fivo other children subsist upon the studio profit of tholr two eldest sons. From tho Illustrated American. A Cranky Idea. Wo beliovo in taxing every man fully up to his ability to bear it. Tax him for all the properly he has, or all the common senso he hasn't, for all the luxuries he enjoys, and for all he don't enjoy, says the Germantown Telegraph. Grumbling is one of the luxuries which only farmers can fully appreciate; he has so many things to grumble about, and to grumble at, and makes it such nn important item of his social stand-ing, and then it is so annoying to his cattle, hogs, hens, family and neigh-bors, that he can well afford to pay. And wo hope to see the day when grumblers will pay all tho taxes re- - quired to run tho government, to pay off the national dobt, to support rs themselves, their heirs and assigns forever. There aro enough of them to do it all easily. Stopped by a ''Shark." Cnpt. W. L. Webber, of the British steamer Assam, reports that on a late passage from Bombay to Aden a large fish fouled the stem of the vessel, the engines of which had to be stopped and reversed before the obstruction could bo cleared. "While this was being done the fish, which was supposed t bo a baskirfg shark, was measured, and found to be forty feet long and about seven feet broad. hew Wallace' Klieiiiiinllm. Gon. Lew Wallace says that a pou-ltice of mustard and garlic applied to the soles of tho feet will cure rheuma-tism in one night. Ho is cither a mighty good doctor or he has a sample of very poor rheumatics, and it will ho better for him to stick to Hen Hur and let the regular doctors attend to tho other thing. Trtitlifulnc. Is it not a little odd thnt people nr inclined to expect more from their children than they concede to their own duty? If all fathers and mot hen; wore truthful, the result might not be to extirpate the race of liars, for liars must have originated and may well originate again, but it would surely diminish them. When these children of careless parents come to grief, there is the inevitable talk of ingratitude. Cakes and ale do not bind a son to decency or a daughter to purity. It is that subtle something which subsists in maternal care and fatherly love. Japanene Flirt. The clergymen who follow Talmage In declaring that "flirtation is damna-tion" would be happy in Japan, whert flirtation is a penal offense. But i' would puzzle them to tell the Japa-neso women what to do with Ihrli fans. Cape Cod Item. Nicely Said. Let us sometimes step nsido from tho tmooth and flowery paths Jn which we are permitted to walk in order to view the toilsome march ot our fellows through the thorny desert. National Weekly. 1 lie Didn't Hot. The desperado of tho olden mining days hardly led a dolce-far-nien- sort of existence, if he did take Ufa easily, St. Joseph News. 3 |