The Weekly Telegram from Mullinville, Kansas • 3

BUTHEFUL HOPES QF HEIRSHIP A LEGEND OF GOOD ST. VALENTINE. the smaller makers, and then usually a longer time elapsed before the maker received his pay. The pay was often in merchandise. None but.

the wealthy could afford clocks in those early days. Slid dials were very common until the Connecticut hahg-up wood clicks began to be made in 1790 and sold at $20 each. By 1825 hall clocks had almost been superseded. Wood mantle clocks soon superseded the hang-up wood clock oa account of being smaller and more easily transported. The old colonial clocks represent honest, conscientious work, and many of them run, as well to-day as when first made." St.

Valentine at Peter's gte Did knock wilU tnigut aud main, "Let me out (or once, ere 'tis too late; My time lias come affaia." 1 Then Peter slowly turned the key, And let tlie gmxl saint go. 1 It was the fourteenth of Februarce, And the ground was white with snow. The saint tie smiled as he paced Broadway, His teeth gleamed clear and pearly, For he actually hadn't been out in broad day Since In the third century early. "But love," thought be, "'and life and youth Are surely the same as of yore, I'll just go around and diseover the truth, And make things as nice, if not more." He really expected to be amused When be paid his first morning call; But the ladies "begged to ba excused," They'd been all night at a ball. So the saint in wonder turned away, And bravely tried once more: But here they all had visits to pay, And the footman showed hliu the door.

But be still kept on, and tried all kinds The good, the grave, the busy; He saw all sorts of brains and minds, Till they fairly turned him dizzy. For one was practising Mendelssohn Alone in her maiden bower; Another was carving an old dry bone, While a third read Schopenhauer. A fourth in water and oils could paint All things beneath and above; A fifth in good works was a perfect saint; But they'd none of 'em time to love. Sadly St Valentine floated back To the gate of good St. Peter.

"Alas!" cried he, "of Kirls there's no lack, And I must say I seldom saw sweeter. "They're good and pretty, gay and wise; They're nothing if not pedantic; They know what they like and what they despise, But they don't seem to be romantic." Then St. Peter clanged the brazen gate, And let in the dear old sinner, Who'd been up early and staid out late, And probably wanted his dinner. MORAL. I pray, sweet maids and j-ouths, beware, And mind what you're about; For now the saint's around, take care, Don't let him "find you out." Editor's Drawer, in Harper't Magazine.

Persian Barbers, In Pers a the barber shaves the heads of his customers, dyes their beards, pulls their teeth, cups and bleeds them when ailing, sets their broken bones and shampoos their bodies. Dr. Wills, an English physician who resided in Persia for many years, being' attached to the overland telegraph, was invited by Hassan, his barber, to visit his shop and see him at work. He went against the remonstrances of his servant Malek, who insisted the barber would say that the English physician had called to learn of him how to practice surgery and medicine. The shop was a little square room, with one side open to the street.

In the center was a tiny bed of flowers sunk in the floor, from the middle of which rose ah octagonal stone column a yard high. The capital of the column formed a receptacle for the water in which the barber dipped his hand as he shaved his customer's scalp; in Persia they do not lather. On the earthen platform outside of the shop sat a burly man. whose-beard was dyed an orange color. It was full of yellow mud (the henna in a paste), and bound up with cabbage leaves to prevent too rapid evaporatidn.

The shop was very clean. On two recesses were displayed four vases filled with flowers, and the implements of the barber's art, scissors, razors, lancets, band-mirrors, large pincers to extract teeth, branding-irons toeautorize the arteries in amputating limbs, strong combs; but not a hair brush, for the implement is not used by Persians. From the barber's girdle hung a round copper water-bottle, his strap, and a pouch to hold his instruments. In his bosom was a small mirror, the presentation of which to his customer is a sign that the job is finished, and that the barber waits for his pay. Customers came to submit their heads to the barber's hands, and to have their paralized arms shampooed.

When served, they remained to smoke and gossip. Others called to be bled; they were taken outside so that the blood might flow into the gutter. One man, suffering from the tooohache, was operated upon for fifteen or twenty minutes. After three pulls a large piece of the tooth came away, 'Ah!" explained the barber, "that's the piece in which the pain was." A sufferer from rheumatism appeared. The barber heated a small iron, the patient lay down, and after invoking Mohammed and the saints, was bnrnt three times on the When the English physician, having seen all there was to be seen, reached his home, Malek upbraided him.

"Sahib! I said it! I knew it! That dog. may the graves of seven generations of his ancestors be defiled! There he stands explaining to the "two merchants, your patients, that you have come to him at your own request to take a new lesson in tooth-drawing!" Talented but Lazy. iThe town is full of talented girls who will never amount to anything because they are so well content with being simply talented. -These girls will never be able to take a prominent place in any profession or circle in society because they lack' the industry, without which all the talent under the sun is not worth a copper groat Talent is the unhewn block of marble, industry is the chisel that may convert it to the perfect statue. The philosophic writer of "Our Picayunes" says that industry beats genius at everything except the making of real poetry.

Talented girls who are too lazy to accomplish anything except by inspiration are often not only the victims of their own false idea that talent is better than a developed muscle or trained mind or methodical work, but of the ill-advised praise of relatives and friends. A smart girl wants encouragement, not merelv praise. She wants that sort of encouragement that if she wills to work she can be and do anything that is great and noble and possible to human endeavor. Many a smart girl remains a slouch and a smatterer all her days because of the exaggerated ideas of her own not capability, she receives from those who should have shown better. A talented girl of 18 can play the piano, but not well enough to keep the honest attention of a roomful of people.

She can dabble in paints, but not well enough to make her pictures worth framing. She can write romances, but not good enough for publicat on. These are her possibilities'. They speak fairly well for her at 18, and friends predict a brilliant future for her. But at 19 and 20 she neither plays, nor paints, nor writes any better than she did at 18.

She has spent herdays in idle, ambitious dream-ings of what she would like to do. Her mind runs sluggishly, she is drunk with the stirpor of laziness. She is an enormous reader of novels, but finds even the magazines "too solemn" for her mind "and taste. Victimized by home adulation she has quit her piano practcing, neglected her studies, abandoned her drawing book, and she ends by doing nothing at all. Her mother has 16ved her too well to allow her to make a bed, sweep a keep up any routine of duties or studies, and the result is failure.

Admiring friends fall off, sorry and disgusted. A lazy young woman is as unlovely a sight as a slovenly one. A girl of 18, a talented girl, needs at her elbow a mother or a guardian who shall unceasingly and earnestly inspire her with an ambition to take always and ever an upward step. New Orleans Picayune. Miss Arden's Valentine.

think it likely that the stranger had remembered her, and taken enough interest in her to learn her name and send her the valentine? Rosa really hoped so. He was such a capital catch and it would be so romantic. Miss Arden was sorry to dissappoint the wayward girl, but she readily ascribed the disguised handwriting to one of the school-boys. Anyway the fickle girl was pleased over it, and presently she betook herself triuinph-ntly away. with her prized trophies.

And Miss Arden put all thoughts of the past from her. and mechanically turned her attention to the practical present. She had already dined aud was standing in the hall, donning her fur cloak and pretty hat with its gray plumes, preparatory to going back to school, when Biddy, who had spent most of the day paying visits to tlie post-office, came in and handed her a packet bearing the superscription of "Miss Allie Arden," Instantly she recognized the familiar chirography of Rupert Moore; and the astonished girl had never seen the school-mistress, whom everybody considered so quiet and passionless, as visably affected as on this occasion Miss Arden stepped back Into the little parlor, and with eager, agitated fingers broke the seal of her valentine. It was an exquisite little affair of pure white blossoms ami myrtle that conveyed a happy significance to her heart, and there were also lovely verses of peace offering. She blushed a rosy red, and yes, she actually pressed the sweet valentine to her lips while dewy tears started to the loving eyes.

Biddy darted away to tell her "news" just as Miss Ardeu left the room With her precious packet safely ensconced in her pocket, and wended her way to school with a happy heart All the scholars wondered what had brought the roses to "the teacher's" cheeks and that happy smile to her lips, and why she was so joyfully elated. "She did, not look like that when I called on her at noon," vowed Rosa Wilson. But their wonder and curosity knew no bounds when at the close of school that afternoon, the handsome stranger was waiting at the stile for the school-mistress. They met with a fervent handclasp, and a long, searching glance that restored a mutual understanding between them. Mr.

Moore was the first to break the happy silence. "Allie," he said, "you have forgiven me?" "Yes, freeley." she murmured. "Indeed, Rupert, I have thought all along that it was my fault that we quarreled and However, Mr. Moore insisted upon shouldering all the blame himself. As they walked home together, the elements gently pelting them th snow-flakes, tender words of love again passed between the long severed lovers.

Rupert told her how after he had gone aboard, he wandered aimlessly about seeking diversion in vain for the course of a year, when he returned to America and settled down to bus ness. He had written to her repeatedly; but rece ving no reply, attributed her silence, to indifference, and even tortured himself with the hateful thought that perhaps she had married. At last growing weary with his lonely lot, he resolved to know the worst of his fate, and returned to their native city, to learn that years before she had left for F- Hither he followed her to ask once more her hand in marriage, for life without her had no charm for him. The villagers were in a fever of excitement when the news spread that "the stranger" had walked home with the "scool-inistres3." And when they learned that he had come to carry Miss Arden away with him, there was a great deal of lamentation, for the villagers declared that they would never find her like to teach their school again. But then, reasoned some.

Miss Arden deserved a better lie than the "tiresome lot of teaching all the time." And the betrothed couple were made the vic-times of a "surprise" that evening by a goodly crowd who came to congratulate them and wish them "many, many happy returns of St. Valentine's day." Amanda Livesay, in St. Louis Magazine. A Bond of Sympathy. A Sheep-Drover Claims to a Calif or Million.

"Jim" Blythe is a He was born and brought up in this city, says The New York World, went to the war in 1861 with the 9th New York militia, and in his early days ran to fires with the boys of old engeue, 15. At present he lives with his family over a saloon at the corner of Eleventh avenue and Fortieth street. A few days ago he received information which leads him to believe that he and his children are joint heirs with others, to an estate worth $8,000,000. There died, about four years ago, in San Francisco, an old man named Thomas H. Blythe.

He had lived there since 1849, having come by way of Cape Horn from England on the ship Antelope. Instead of becoming a miner on his arrival he set up as a trader in groceries, dry-goods, and liquors, and ho made money faster than the miners who patronized him. He invested in real estate which has since become very valuable. Blythe was a very eccentno old man, very shrewd and close in his business. No one knew aught of his antecedents, except that he was an En glishman.

His only known extravi-gance was his presentation of hundreds of dollars worth of flowers yearly to actresses. He met his death by drowning while bathing, and a thorough, search of his papers failed to discover any will. There were deeds, however, showing his ownership to large tracts of land, including blocks of houses in the city of San Francisco, 75,000 acres of valuable land in San Diego county, a nine-tenths interest in the lands of the Mexican Agricultural, Industrial, and Colonizing company, situated in the valley of the Colorado river in Lower California, comprising 400, 000 acres, in Lower California; a three-fourths interest in another ranch of 1,000,000 acres in Lower California; 160 acres of land in Curry county, Or-eeon, and a silver mine in Mojave county, Arizona. A young woman of San Francisco attended old Mr. Blythe's funeral dressed in deep mourning.

She claimed that the old man had married her, and that she was entitled to his property. Another alleged widow came over from England, and about the same time a 12 year-old girl appeared before the surrogate, alleging, by' counsel, that' her name was Florence Blythe, and that she was a daughter of the late Thomas. The claims of all three to the property were in turn denied. Heirs were advertised for, and over one hundred claimants were found' residing In various parts of the United States, Canada, and England. "Jim" Blythe, the sheep-drover, is one of these' He says his grandfather was a minister of the Church of England, and his' father, who came to this country in 1831, was a hauler of stoner "An uncle of mine," "he says, had a son that was a very wild sort of a young man.

The young fellow fell in love with one of the servant-girls and married her on the sly. When the old gentleman heard of it he disowned his son and sent him away from his house. The young woman gave birth to a male child and after that all traces of little family were lost" Thomas was the name of the young man who married the servant-girl, and I believe it was his son who came from England on the ship Antelope in 1849. If my lawyer can prove this I'll be a rich man." What Smoking Does. In a report by Dr.

Frantzel of Berlin, on immoderate smoking and its effects upon the heart it is stated that the latter show themselves by rapid, irregular palpitation of the heart, slow, breath, languor, sleeplessness, etc. Dr. Frantzel says that if the causes of these complaints are inquired into it is generally found that the patients are great smokers. They may not smoke cigars rich in nicotine, but full-flavored cigars imported from the Havana. Smoking, as a rule, agrees with persona for many years, perhaps for twenty years and longer, although by degrees cigars of a finer flavor are chosen.

Bat all at once, without any assignable cause, troubles are experienced with the heart, which rapidly increases, and compel the sufferer to call in the help of the medical man. It is strange that persons consuming cigars of ordinary quality, oven if they smoke them very largely, rarely are attacked in that way. The excessive use of cigaretts has not been known to give rise to similar troubles, although it is the cause of complaints of a different nature. It is astonishing to find how many person! with advancing years discontinue smoking. As a rule, affection of the heart has caused them to abjure the weed.

In such cases the patient has found the best cure without consulting the medical man. CLOCKS CENTURY AGO." Styles that Were Popular in tlie Colonial Days The l'loneer maker of Charles S. Crossman is writing a history of -watch and clock making in America, says The New York Mail and Express. He is a dark-haired, pleasant-mannered man, about 33 years old.1 A reporter gained from him facts about watches and clocks. "Luther Goddard was the pioneer watchmaker in Mr.

Cross-man said. He began in 1809 at Shrewsbury, Mass. The factory building was one-story high, with hip roof, and built on the declivity of Shrewsbury hill. There are no traces left of the little factory. The watches ho made were similar to English verge watches.

The wire, main and hair springs, balance verges, chains, and pinions were ail imported. But the plates, wheels and other brass parts Goddard cast himself. He had with him several British soldiers who, after the Revolution, decided to remain and ply the trades as watchmakers. He also made the cases for the movements, which were of the usual style; open face, double case, and somewhat in advance of the thick bull's eye watches of the day. The first watch ho made was sold to the father of ex-Governor Lincoln, of Worcester.

The first attempt" to manufacture watches by machinery in America was made by Henry Pitkin in the fall of 1838. He had four apprentices, each of whom he paid $30 aud "board a year. The machinery was all invented by Mr. Pitkin, aud though very crude, displayed great originalit-. "Gideon Roberts was the first to make wood clocks in Bristol, in 1790, and one of the first to make them in Connecticut.

His clocks were the old-fashioned, hang-up. The plates were half an inch thick and a foot square. He sawed the teeth out' by hand and the weights were tin cannisters filled with" shot. These clocks were valued at $25 each. The one-day weight brass clock, was invented by Cliaunccy Jerome, in 1838, and was the most popular style of, cheap clock, for many years.

It was this style of clock that was first imported to England in 1812. Main springs were first introduced in 1845, and since then the tendency has been to reduce clocks in size. The small nickle clocks, first made in 1876, aro an outcome of this popular demand. The cdlonial high-case, or grandfather clocks, which are sought after uow by the lovers of the antique, were pretty much the only style of clock known a century ago. The Connecticut clocks did not come into use until the beginning of this century, so when the colonial clocks were in vogue there were only a few Dutch and English styles besides.

Many of the finer colonial clocks of the most celebrated makers nre to be found now in the homes of the wealthy lovers of the antique and rare in art These clocks arc of English origin, aud date back to the practical introduction of the pendulum in clocks early in' the seventeenth century. Obadiah Holmes, a minister, brought the first clock of this style from Europe to Massachusetts in 1G39. and finally, in 1G50, settled in Rhode Island. These clocks were very expensive, and i Rev. Mr.

Holmes in those days was considered very wealthy to be able to possess one. The first knowledge history has clocks being sold England was when Joseph Essex and Thomas Bradley offered them for sale in Boston in 1712. It is more than probable, though, that Benjamin Bag-nail was making clocks as early as this in Boston. No correct data can be found to prove otherwise. The first (iifmite knowledge of him was an entry made in the treasurer's book of Charleston, August 27, 1724, which mentioned that he was paid so much for cleaning the town clock.

Bagnall's clocks were rather small in size, with cast brass dials and plain mahogany cases, William Clagget the most celebrated colonial clockmaker of the seventeenth century, was born in 1696. and made clocks at Newport His clocks are very scarce and highly pr zed. The movements are all line and the cases of good workmanship. One now in the Rhode Island Historical society's rooms is of the hanging style, and valued at a high price. "Clagget was a versatile man, and besides making the best clocks of his time be gainod some prestige, by writing a rel gious book.

The next maker of importance was John Bailey, of Hanover, who flourished during Revolutionary ti lues. He was a man of great mechanical ability and progressive ideas. He made several hundred clocks, and the workmanship war so fine many of them are running still, almost as good as when new. They are all cased in largo-sized cherry cases with brass balls on top. Simon Williard began to make clocks in Roxbury, in 1786, and soon became famous.

He was the most extensive maker of clocks of the colonial style in this country. He invented the famous Williard time piece. His hall clocks were all eight-day clocks, and were usually seven feet high, all cased in plain mahogany, with fret work across the top, surmounted by three good-sized brass In 1815 be made the clock in old St George's, in Bee man street, New York, which kept the standard time for many years. The prices of colonial clocks range from $60 to $100. It took from three to four months to get a clock made by Decent BuriaL "I had a dog, said he, "a common, longf yeller dog, and I called hint Zeke.

He knew more than a grand-juryman on his second term. He would just loaf around and think. I brought home some canned sausage meat from New' York and I didn't like it, and so I put it on a plate for Zeke. Well, he took that sausage out in the garden and buried it Regular grave. Nothin' strange in that, you sayP Wait He went back to the house, jumped upon the table, grabbed a big bouquet and went back andlaid it on the grave." Albany 'Journal.

Allie Arden stood at the window of her cosy little room gazing dreamily out at the broken tra of passers by. It was St. Valentine's day. Now a rough, good natured, laboring man -dashed by, crumpling a comical caricature in his brawny hands, and followed by a bevy of teasing, chuckling boys: then a dude strode languidly along, raptuously perusing some- sentimental verses his lady love had sent him; and lastly came a group of merry maidens laughing and chatting over the receipt of a promiscious lot of valentines, some from inveterate teasers, others from their sweethearts. On nearly every face was anticipation and pleasure.

Even Biddy, the house-maid at the private dwelling where Miss Arden boarded, had been the recipient of a token of remembrance on this particular saint's day, when people take delight in paying their respects to one another. Miss Arden. the vilhige school-mistress, alone seemed to be neglected on this occasion. Allie Arden was not what would be termed a pretty woman. Her features were irregular but expressive, her eyes were dark and loving, and her wavy black hair was ever a model of taste, as was also her entire personal appearance.

Her chief attraction was her gentle and courteous manner. Every one found in her an appreciative and sympathetic friend. She had seen perhaps thirty summers, and was alone in the world. Some eight or ne years before.she had come to and shortly after secured a position as principal of the public school, which she had successfully held ever since. What her life had been prior to her arrival in the village, very little was known, save that on the death of her uncle, her only known relative and with whom she made her borne, she had come hither to seek employment, and meeting with general satisfaction, bad remained.

Although she was noted for her loving and responsive she had resnlutelyheld her suitors at bay, until the villagers had long ago banished the idea of her ever marrying. Yet Miss Arden had bad her dream of love. It was of this she was thinking as she gazed into the snow-clad street Ab, how the day and its scenes reminded her of her first sweet valentine! She was but a school-girl then, and Rupert Moore, one of her school-mates, had attested his preference for her by sending her the prettiest little valentine imaginable Later on their friendship ripened into love and they became be throthed. But alas, some misunderstanding arose between them; they quarreled and parted, Rupert Moore going abroad. Scarcely a year later Allio's uncle died and she left the place that was fraught with so many sad experiences.

Rosa Wilson, a pupil of Miss Arden's, broke In upon her reflections, to exhibit her receipts of the day, and especially a particularly beautiful valentine she had just received, which she declared was directed In an "unknown chlrography." Then the frivolous girl went on to give an enthusiastic description of a "handsome gcntlotnan of strange appearance," she had met that morning on the village square. She wished her teacher's opnion of the matter. Miss Arden's pupils always came to her with all their Joys as well as their sorrows. Did Misa Arden Sayings of Children. There was a fire in one of the suburbs of Boston recently, and all the neighbors of course turned out to assist in the removal of the goods from the burning house.

A small boy who was present said to one of these: "I'm awfully glad it wa-m't your house that caught on fire, Mrs. Well, I'm glad was the reply. "Cos you see our house is so near to yourn that it might catch afire too" Boston Record. A mother, talking to her little 4-year old daughter, said: Do you not feel thankful that you have a good home and a pappa and mamma, with plenty of comfortable things to wear and food to eat "while there are so many children who have not so many things to make them happyP" "No, I do not," said little Miss Perverseness. But when safe in bed at night and alone in the room her mother overheard her saying: "Yes, I have a nice papa and mamma and everything good, and, dear Lord, 1 am much obliged" Ulica Paul had a crowning ambition this winter to own a toboggan and had pleaded with all his most facinating wiles to get one.

Finally it was suggested that if Paul should be entirely satisfactory during a visit at the holidays and not require admonition from mother, the coveted toboggan should be s. On this question Paul pondered long, but at last concluded that it was "paying too dearly for his whistle," and he settled it by saying in his most unconcerned manner: "Mamma, I am much too young. 1 don't want a toboggan." But he ought to have one. Boston Post. Colonel Frank Burr says that of all the children he ever met Master Stuart Robson Crane, the 5-year-old son of the commedian, Is the most precocious.

The other day when I called upon the Crane family in Philadelphia I found them wrestling with the problem of creation. Master Stuart wanted to know all about it, and poor mother was dreadfully staggered at soma of his questions. "Say, mamma, how long did it take Dod to make the world?" ho asked. "Six days, doar," replied Mrs. Crane, piously.

"Did Dod mate it all in six davsP" ho asked, with wide open eyes. "Oh, yes," answered Mrs. Crane, "and He could have made it in. one day if He wished, for He is all powerful." "Well, I'm dlad Ho didn't," said the child, "for if He had every nddor day would ha' been Sunday, wouldn't Chicago Herald. Genius and Drink.

It is said on good authority, that Edgar A. I'oe ever and anon imbibed the popular beverages of his day and age, some of which contained alcohol. We are led to believe these statements because they remain as yet undented. But Poedid a great deal of good in lhat way, for he set an example that has been followed ever since, more or less, by auito a number of poets' apprentices who emulated Poo's great gift as a drinker. These men, thinking that poesy and delirum tremens went hand in hand, became fluent drunkards early in tlioir career, so that finally, instead of issuing a small blue volume of poems, they punctuated a drunkard's grave.

So we see that Poe did a great work aside from what ho wrote. He opened up a way for these men which eradicated them, and made life more desirable for thoso who rcmainod. Ho made it easy for those who thought genius and inebriation were synonymous terms to get to the hospital earl' in the day, while the overworked waste basket might secure a few hours of much -needed rest George 1). Prentice has done much toward weeding out a class of people who otherwise might have become dis-agreeble. It is better that theso men who write under the Influence of rum should fall into the hand of the police as early as possible.

The pol ce can handle them better than the editor can. DM Nut. Now the boy and pedagogue on The Toboggan Scoot Down the chute, And when they reach the level, Go like the Dickens. And when, next morn, the urchin can't decide Whether he should multiply or divide, Tha master cannot And the heart to chide The kid With whom he slid That slide. -Life.

Knew How It Was Himself A lonely skating-rink met a toboggan il de the other day. "How are you feeling?" asked the rink in doleful tones. "I am hunky," replied the slide. am in fast company and making barrels of money." "Come and see me In about two years from now," said the rink, "and wo will condole together; I have been there myself." Philadelphia Vail. Not Receiving Anyone.

Wife (to sick husband): A gentleman down-stairs, John, wishes to see you. Sick Husband: I'm too sick to see anyone. Wifo: It's the minister, John. Sick Husband: Well, I am not sick enough to see him yet Life. An Impartial Judga "Yon have heard all the evidence," said the judge in summing up, "you have also heard what the amed counsel have said.

If ton believe what the counsel for tbo plaintiff has told you, your verdict will be for the plaintiff but If," on the other hand, you believe what the defendant's counsel has told you, then you will give a verdict for the defendant But If you are like ma, and don't believe what either of them have said, then I'll be hanged if I know what you will do." Ez..