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Ono square, ono year flu Two squares, ono year 8 IKI Fourth of a column, one year 15 00 Hull a column, ono your 25 VOL. III. CLAY CENTER, CLAY MAY, 1880. NO. PITH AND POINT.

The gem puzzle is a square game. The darkest hour is generally just after tho gas company send in its bill. If "tho wish is father of the thought," how about tho thought's grandmother A Git eat scientist, a brilliant soldier or a gifted statesman is all well enough in his way, but the man who mounts tho ladder of fortune with tho most astounding celerity is ho who invents a popular stylo of dressing ladies' hair. Andrews'1 Bazar. Yes, sir, I have stopped drinking for a whole year, said a young man to a companion.

"I have sworn that for three hundred and sixty-five days, my friend, I shall not drink another drop. you see, replied the companion, "that this, being leap yoar, has three hundred and sixty-six days. That's a fact, mused the sworn-off man. Guess I'd better select some other year;" and they went into a saloon. Worcester Gazette.

Judge Martin decided at Bridgeport the other day that certain evidence was inadmissible. Tho attorney took strong exception to the ruling, and insisted that it was admissible. I know, your honor," said he, warmly, "that it Is proper evidence. Here I have been practising at the bar for forty years, and now I want to know if I am afoolP" That," quietly replied the Court, is a question of fact, and not of law, and so 1 won't pass upon it, but will let the jury decide." New Haven Palladium, FOREIGN GOSSIP. The ex-Empress Eugenie has been visiting the Queen at Windsor.

On arriving -there the Princess Beatrice and Prince Leopold met her at the railway station. Lord Beaconsfield joined tho party. Sir II. Havet.ock, who was left half a million sterling by his father's cousins on condition of changing his name to Allen, has accepted the bequest and is about to obtain a royal license to assume tho name of Havelock-Allon. The Earl of Dysart attained his majority on the 8d of March.

His grandfather, who died last year, left estates worth 10,000 a year and more than 1,000,000 in personal property for the young man's benefit. The late Earl was eccentric, almost to insanity. Stkange as it may seem, one of the most charming and successful balls given in Paris during the season was that ol tho Japanese Ambassador. Tho representative of tho Tycoon did the honors of the Embassy to perfection, and showed admirablo good taste. Tub Princess do at Paris, the other day, on tho occasion of her twenty-second birthday, gave a dog feast.

Each of the guests was to bring his or her favorite dog, and beside the master's cover a silver platter was laid for his dog. Each four-footed guest had a footman to wait upon him. The Order of Vladimir is, after the Cross of St. George, the most coveted decoration of llussia, carrying with it, as it does, many privileges, among them the rank of noble in the higher grado of tho hereditary nobility, and tho education of the bearer's children at tho expense of tho State. In 1873 the Corporation of London erected, on the exact spot where Peter worked as a carpenter while in England, a large board bearing the words, "Hero worked as a ship carpenter Peter, Czar of all the Kussias, afterward Peter the Great." It is curious that the Russians should not have erected some more enduring monument on tho spot in memory of their greatest and, with all his crimes, most revered monarch.

SCIENCE AND INDUSTRY. Willow basket-making is to be carried on extensively near Olympia, on Puget Sound, and several acres of land will be planted with willows. There is now in Japan a surplus of rice valued at $25,000,000, which can not bo handled on account of the exclusive navigation laws of the Empire. Three million acres of fall wheat havo been sown in California, the early and abundant rains enabling farmers to put in a full crop, which is "said to be a vey unusual thing. The ship-builders and iron-workers in the Mediterranean ship-yards have recently been compelled to discharge their employees owing to an absolute lack of orders for new vessels.

President Warren De La Rue, of tho British Chemical Association, says that Hannay's crystal contains ninciy-seven per cent, of carbon, and is to all intents and purposes a diamond. The Agricultural Society of South Carolina affirm, inthe'r report, that that State can make more money in wheat, hay and oats, than in cotton, and that it can even produce as much grain to tho acre as can the West. A World's Fair of sheep, wool and wool products, under tho auspicasof tho Pennsylvania State Agricultural Society, is announced to be opened in Philadelphia, September 21, immediately after tho State Fair, thus making the two exhibitions continuous. A firm in Reading, which uses the yelks of thousands of eggs in tan-ning'kid, has put in operation a steam egg-beater, having a capacity of 20,000 eggs. The tank, made of cedar, is 2 1-2 feet in height, and contains two revolving rakes, bevel wheels and pinions, running in opposite directions.

Dr. Kasman finds that zinc, introduced into steam-boilers for preventing incrustation, effects the purpose whore the waters are selenitic but whore tho waters contain carbonates of lime, magnesia and iron, zinc does not prevent incrustation. The zino first becomes brittle and porous, and is then rapidly reduced to powder. When the St. Gothard tunnel was completed, a medal was presented to all the men engaged in the work.

The medal, which was struck at Geneva, has on ono side the arms of Germania, Italia, and with the motto Virihus Unilis, and on the other side an inscription in German andltalian "To men of the Gnthnrd Tnnnol." Tho very next day, I was sent to his mother's, to fetch a bonnet sho wanted altered, lie must have told her of his offer to me. She sent for mo into the parlor, a look of mocking pity upon her proud face. I'll not try to repeat what she said to me I'll make it as short as I can, Bess. It was her duty to warn me of the danger I was in, sho said. Her son; had no right to trillo with me as ho had been doing.

He he already had a wife of his own. There was a good deal more, Bess, but I remember only that another woman was his wife; ior, oh! Bess, I loved him, in spito of what I have said. Great heavens, tho shame and agony of that hour! I left her house, almost insane, and came homo with tho bonnet-box, as you know, instead of going to the shop. Up in my room, alone, I fought it all out. And then we camo here, before the week had gone and that is all." But how can you bo sure it is true, Lutie?" I said.

True, Bess? AVhy, his own mother told me so." Nevertheless, it may bo a falsehood. I saw the man, to-night, and his face isn't tho face of a villian. If ho comes, Lutie, you had better see him" I can't," she interrupted. Oh, I can'M The shame would kill me. I must go away." But she hall no time to go.

Ho was there, the next day, when we came home from church. Lutie found him in the sitting-room, awaiting her. I had passed on, into the dining room, which was next to it, when the sound of his voice startled mo. Lutie, Lutie, have I found you at last?" Leave this house, sir! This intrusion is unpardonable," cried Lutie. But his eager tones drowned her indignant words, lie camo up close to tho table, behind which sho had entrenched herself, and rested his hand on it.

"I can not I will not," he answered, masterfully; "not till you hoar me, Lutie. You need not explain. I know what scut you fluttering out into the world, my precious, little dove. Seeing that sho had spoiled all my life for me, my poor mother confessed the wrong she had dono me. For months, I have boon trying to trace you.

You saw my mother. Her desire for my worldly welfare, her anxiety to see mo marry a fortune, caused her to seek to separate us. I have no wife, Lutie, and 1 shall never have one, unless I can get you." Only Lutio's sobs answered him. My mother," ho went on, "waits to receive you, with open arms. Come back to me, Lutio, poor, tired, storm-worn little dove, come back to your shelter.

Precious, pretty, labor-worn littlo hands," and I knew he was kissing them, "your toil is all ended. Lutie, Lutie, have you no word of welcome for me? Look up, dear. Oh! I have searched for you everywhere, and at last, the dear, old shawl, that I used to like so to see you wear, was my clew to your hiding-place. I knew the queer spots, and the brilliant colors, tho instant I caught sight of thoso baskets. I was sure; an odd sort of feeling convinced mo that I wasn't mistaken.

And it was so. I have found you at last. Lutie, look up, and speak to mo. Tell mo that you have cared for mo just a little, through all tho dreary months of our separation." I have cared for you always," answered Lutio, softly, and at that moment I realized what a shocking thing I was doing in listening. I was at work on an unfinished basket that wo had had left over from the bazar.

I had found out, at church, that Mr. Egerton, the young minister, had been very anxious to obtain one, but was too late, all of them having been sold, so I determined to finish that one and send it to him as a present that evening. Catching it up, and scattering the cone-shells in every direction, I rushed headlong through the low window, and almost into'tho arms of Mr. Egerton lnmsclf. Oh, pray excuse me!" Igaspedout, and down went my poor basket.

He picked it up, looking at it admiringly. I wanted one like this particularly, he said, but I was too late." "Iam finishing this one for you, if you'll accept of it," I blurted out, and then stood tingling, to my very fingertips, with shame and embarrassment. You were finishing it for me? How very kind of you," he said, his grave eyes kindling. I shall prize it very highly. "But," he added, after a momentary pause, there is something I should pruo infinitely more than this pretty basket, if I might venture to ask for it.

Something, Bessie, I have wished for a long time." My heart gave a great jump, and my checks flamed. I stammered, in confusion, Come in and see mamma." Not just yet, he replied, with a smile, that was half mischievous. "I must have your consent firs'." Conscious of the blunder I had made, unwittingly, I tried to escape; but he held ine fast, and we strolled down the sunny lane, under the bare, wintry trees. I scarcely know, even to this day, wh.it was said, or how it all was settled. But I do know that the one dim, unacknowledged hope of my life was realized.

Peterson's Magazine. the country-gums letter. Dkau Sis Nero I nm in tlin city Cousin Minnie In ktuil us ciin do IJuclu John eull iiki dear littlo daughter;" And yet, his, between you and mis, 1 mn awfully homesick this morning KortlK! Ill tin white house hy the mill; Tim world seems ho wide round uhout me, Much a wee little cornor 1 1111, Cousin Minnie lms lmn utiful pni'menU Awaiting her wearing Don't say Any tiling to our dear litlle mother My ciwhuiero is in ide the wrong way; And I see Amity looking unhappy llceuuse It don't set as itoiiKlit And the cut-away hitches In wfiurliif Don't set like the ouuMinuic bought. Hut don't breathe a whisper to mother, Who thinks I am stj lislily dro-ised; I'll try not to euro aliout fashion, Or whispurs: She cuino from out West," Mr. Austin comes here to soo Minnie, 1 think he's her lover.

Ah, ine, If he realty fancies, and loves her, How happy oiitfht to be! I'm afraid of his eye, blue and steady, lie thinks 1 am awkward, I know, That's the reason ho st ires at me, often, And makes my hot cheeks redden so. Well his is not mv world forever, What matters it any way, then? Hut 1 want to come home, little sister, And never leave Willow uniii. rOSTSOIIMT. I don't k'iow, I'm sure, how to tell you, I'm dazed, and it will not seem true, lint he ioed me lnsiead of lair Minnie! lie talks about roscx witli dew On their freshness, flu seems not to cars In the least about beautiful clothes; He's tfoliift to litiher to-morrow To ask for a wild country Rose. A'.

U. Picayune. HOW LUTIE'S LOVER FOUND HER. That afternoon we hud boLh been picking up pino-cones, Lntiu and to iini.sk out our picture-frames, and fancy baskets. There was to be a Bazar in tlie village, the following week, for the ben-ilitof the poor; ana tho good ladies, who had the charge of the preparations, were in need of all sorts of pretty trifles.

Lutie and hearing of this, set to work making frames and baskets. All the girls, in the neighborhood, were engaged at some sort of fancy work and the greater part of them intended their articles as gratuitous contributions. Hut Lut ie and 1 were too poor for that. We were too proud to ask, or to receive, the value of one farthing as charity, and not ono of tho committee would have dared to offer it but we were obliged to demand pay for whatever work we did, and it was very willingly given. Lutie, who was an exceedingly busi- ness-like littlo person, went down to see Mrs.

Fitzhugh, who was at the head of tiiT) charitable committee, and arranged the matter to the satisfaction of all eon-ixvnuu. Wo were' to make as many frames and baskets as we liked, and to receive a reasonable price for thetn. a chance to get money was seldom offered to us, and wo went to work in earnest, and were busy from morning until far into the night. Mrs Fitzhugh will pay us a shilling apiece for tho frames, anil twenty-live cents for tho baskets, and wo can complete at least a dozen of them. That'll be twelve shillings and twelve quarters," said Lutie, counting on her pretty, slender lingers, her brown eyes shining with animation, "why, Bess, we shall get rich." "I os, dear, we shall do famously," I said, but a sigh stilled tho laughter on my lips, as 1 thought how many needs there were for every shilling wo could make.

lint wo sot about our work with brave hearts and willing hands. We were always thankful for employment, Lutie audi; but there was not much in our line to bo had in tho neighborhood. People, for the most part, did their own plain sewing, and fancy sewing, too, for that matter; but occasionally Lutio made a bonnet for a neighbor, a work for which she had a particular aptitudo and some experience. There was drudgery to bo dono, to bo sure, but even if we had been willing, mamma would not have allowed us to go out as housemaids. No," she said, we will never stoop to that." Poor mamma, sitting in her easy chair, in the corner of tho littlo brown cottage, her white, handsome, helpless hands crossed upon her lap; unable to make ono step with no employment, no amusement, hut her dreams of brighter days gone by, and the sunny glimpse of green hill, and winding river, beyond the window! ft was dreadfully dull for her; for there had been a time when she was the happy wife of an adoring husband, the pretty, stylishly-robed mistress of a home, which lacked none of life's best luxuries.

But all that was past and gone. Poor papa was in his grave, hundreds of miles away and the pretty home, with all its luxuries and attractions, had passed into other hands. How the change came about, matters littlo, for this life is full of changes; but that autumn day, when Lutie and I went out to gather pine-cones, we had only the latticed window shut in from the road by its rude stone wall, and what our hands could earn; and poor mamma was a helpless invalid. Wc hail not lived in tho cottage a great hile. Immediately after papa's tleath, we had moved to a pretty, rural town; and mamma and 1 had rooms in the dwelling of a widow lady, while Lutie sought a situation as governess.

But, alas, there were more governesses than situations, and finally, Lutie, who had always had great taste in dress, was employed by the fashionable milliner of the place. It was a descent, so to qn but we must live," said Lutie, bravely. Her wage kept mamma and rue quite comfortably, and with what I could do in the way of sewing, we were getting on so nicely, when a Hidden and mysterious trouble fell tip-on us. Ono day, Lutio came homo, in a drenching rain, with a bonnet that she had been sent out with, but had not delivered. Sho had a face like a ghost.

1 was sure she was ill dying, perhaps she looked so ghastly. 1 (lew to her side. Hush, hush," sho whispered, in a stifled voice, putting her hand to her heart, "if you lovo mo, Bess, don't ask nie a question and on your life don't give mamma a hint of this. I shall be myself again in a very littlo while, if jou'll loavo mo. Go out and make tho tea, dear." I always obeyed Lutio.

While I was making the tea, a boy came with a letter. It was for Lutie, and I took it in to her. llur soft eyes seemed to blazo as she looked at tho address. Take it back, Bess," she said, with tho voice and air of a queen, and tell the bearer never to bring another." Then bhe went up to her room. I did as I was bidden.

An hour later, Lutio camo down, with her old face and smilo. "Bess," sho said, and put her arms round me, and kissed me, "you'ro always been a good sister to me bo better than good now never speak to me of this this trouble, Bess." I never will, Lutie," I said. Ths very next day, wc loft the town, and found refuge in the brown cottage, a day's journey by rail away. Here wo made our homo. Mamma fretted a little, but sho had such confidence in Lutio's wisdom, that she let her her way.

And Lutie never once alluded to her trouble, nor did I dare to pres3 for her confidence It's so lucky we're the baskets and frames to make, Beas," said Lutie, as we sat down under tho pine-ridge, to rest, and shell off tho pretty, brown cones, we're sadly in need a littlo money. Nobody, hardly, seems to want a new bonnet, this fall, or even to have an old ono trimmed; the times are too hard, they say. AVe can't sell the brown pullet's brood, we must keep them for mamma; and tho eggs count up dreadfully slow; and mamma must have a warm double-wrapper, and the money we get for these will just do." She kept her pretty, slim fingers busy, while she talked, shelling off the cones. The afternoon sunshine, falling on her uncovered head, made its waving brown hair gleam like gold. Luiio was so pretty, so gentle, so lady-like! Yet the shadow of that old, mysterious trouble still saddened her soft eyes.

I often wondered what the trouble could have been. I think we can crowd in at least two more baskets, Boss," she went on and I'll teli you what I intend to do. I shall cut up that spotted shawl of mine, and line them." "But, oh! Lutie, it will be such a pity to cut it up. It is such an odd old fabric." A littlo quiver stirred her lips. No, it won't," sho said, with a certain resolute ring in her voice.

The baskets will sell bet ter." Of course I said no more, and we gathered up our cones, and went home. I attended tho bazar almost every night, but Lutie stayed at home. She seldom went out, save on business. Our baskets, lined with tho gay, curiously spotted silk, attraeted much attention. When I went up to tho table, on which they were arranged, on the last night, 1 noticed a tall, bearded, very handsome but masterful man, examining them critically.

Ho looked up as I approached. Can you tell mo whose baskets thoso arc?" ho inquired. "There comes the lady who sells them," I replied. "But who made them, I mean?" He was almost abrupt, in his commanding eagerness. "My sister and I made them," I answered a little haughtily.

He wheeled round upon me, his fine eyes blazing, one of the baskets in his hand. "Your sister, did you say? This lining, this spotted silk, was her shawl? Her nanio is Ludlow Lutie Ludlow?" Yes," I stammered, in amazement. "I thought so," he said, his dark check Hushing. I beg ten thousand pardoii3, Miss Ludlow. VVhcn I got an opportunity, I will explain all this." The crowd surged up, and separated us, and with an intuitive feeling that some great joy was in store for Lutie, I made my escape and ran home to tell her about it.

She listened to me, with whiteniDg lips. Oh, Bess!" she faltered out, when I had finished, her hand on her heart, I won't see him. I can't; I must go away." I put my arms about her and drew her head down on my breast. Tell me all about it, dear," I said. You can surely trust me with your trouble, Lutie?" And then, her face hidden, her heart throbbing against my shoulder, sho told me her story.

"I loved him, Bess," she sobbed. Ho is the son, the only son, of a lady for whom my old employer worked. I met him, at first, when I took bonnets to his mother. Then, afterwards, ho got to joining me in the street. I was foolish, mad, blind, Bess at least for awhile.

He wooed me and won me against my will. I couldn't help it, Bess. But very soon I saw how wrong it was to meet him clandestinely Well, dear," I said pityingly. Ah, Bes, well may you pity me! For then he offered to marry me at once. He wanted me to elope, that veiy night.

But I told him I would enter no family, against the wish of its head; and his mother would never consent. And then I broke away from him. A Long Legislative Prayer. One of tho longest prayers with which Legislators have ever been lulled to sleep was offered one morning in Kichmond during the session of the Virginia Legislature of 18(50. The Charlottesville Chronicle introduces tho reminiscence with the explanation that when tho presiding officer was absent, Mr.

Southall, a dyspeptic member from Albermarie, took his place. During one of these intermediate periods the opening prayer was omitted for several mornings. Mr. Southall said sharply that it was not his duty to hunt up preachers; that was the business of the Sergeant-at-Arms. This officer was Nat Thompson of Hanover.

He defended himself by alleging that the presiding ollicer always attended to getting the parsons, but if Mr. Southall thought that tho Sergeant, ought to have a preacher on hand he would try to get one. That evening he strolled down Main Street in search of a parson who was old The preacher was off duty. The Sergeant told him of tho need of a man to lead in prayer at the convention the next day. Tho minister hinted that his Sunday suit was rather rusty.

Tho Sergeant consented to lend him tho proper garments. The next morning the two started for tha Capitol. Tho Sergeant remarked on the route that the convention had been without any worship for a week, and it was expected that the lost devotions should be imulo up that morning. Mr. Southall's gavel tapped the order exactly at 11.

As soon as the parson had struck the regular note the Sergeant quickly slipped from the hall, locked the doors and went out to lunch. He spent an hour at tho restaurant, and slowly returning to tho Capitol and finding tho parson in full swing, he went down to another restaurant, dined with a friend, sauntered back about 2 o'clock, and still had a quarter of an hour to sun himself on the Capitol steps before the swelling tones of the parson began to taper to the lower key of tho conclusion. He unbolted the doors as the prayer ended. It had lasted three hours and a quarter. Tha convention was far from a devotional frame of mind when the regular business began.

Mr. Southall never insisted upon the Serjeant-at-Arms furnishing another minister. A Child's Cry That Lost Half a Million Dollars. The following incident is told in Mrs. Brassey's new book, "Sunshine and Storm in the East Wo went down as far as the French bridge, over which the contractor lost an immense sum of money in the following manner: The bridge was to have been finished on a particular day, but th contractor found that this would be impossible with Turkish workmen, unless he worked day and night.

This he obtained permission to do, and the necessary lights and torches were supplied at the Sultan's expense. All went well for a time, till the unfortunate contractor was told that he must open tho bridge to let a ship from tho dockyard pass through some time before the bridge was finished. Ho said it was impossible, as he would have to pull every thing down, and it would take two or three months to replace tho scaffolding and pile-driving machines. He went to the Ministers of Marine and Finance. They only said "If the Sultan says it must be done, it must, or we shall lose our places if not our heads." So the ship came out, at a cost of a little over 100,000 and a delay of three months in the completion of the bridge, all because the Sultan found his small son crying in the harem one day, the child's grief being that, though he had just been promised to be made an admiral, he could not see his flag hoisted from his own particular ship from the nursery windows.

So a large iron-tlad was brought out from the dockyard and moored in front of Pobnabagtcheh to gratify his infant mind, thus causing enormous inconvenience to the whole town for months, to say nothing of the waste of money, of which the Sultan raid very little, and for the loss of which m'ght imagine he cared still less. It gives the Austrian Empress great pleasure to see her children ride well. Her only son, tho young Archduke Ru dolph, is one of the be3t and boldest rulers in Austria or Hungary. A for-eisn potentate lately complimented him on his horsemanship. How could I bo bad a rider said "am I not a Iluga- rian and the son of my mother?" His father, the Kaiser, is also an excellent horseman.

Their youngest daughter, the harming little rchdaeh33 V-Jriria, gratifies her mother also by the wondrous progress sho has made in the riding school, though only twelve years of age. A duet, between a son of M. Wad-dington, tho ex-Premier of Franco, and another young man, growing out of an article in a country paper deemed by tho former offensive to himself, was fought on tho 21st of January on' the Belgian frontier. The distance was thirty feet, with the option of advancing ten feet, two balls to be exchanged. M.

Wad-dington slightly wounded his adversary at the. first shot. The second did no harm, and tho seconds declared the combatants courageous fellows and honor satisfied. A Cincinnati Horse Auction. "Here, gentlemen," said the auctioneer, "is a horse Bystander Glad you told.

us it was a horse, or we might have taken it for a sheep. Auctioneer That wouldn't bo so very strange if it had your head on. Y'ou see before you, gentlemen, a family horse. Bystander He got those bunches on his knees from kneeling down at family prayers, didn't he? Auctioneer You'll never havo any bunches on your knees on that account. A horse, gentlemen, that any family might well be proud of.

Look what an eye he has. Bystander What has become of the other eye Auctioneer Gone to look after another such fool as you are. Like old dog Tray, so touchingly described by the sweet singer of Michigan (singing) He's gentle and lie's kind-Bystander the kind. Auctioneer You'll nevor, never find Bystander He would be fined by any court in Christendom for spring-haltera-tions and interfering generally. Auctioneer A better horse than this old gray.

Old gray horse is ever faithful, etc. But we can not waste our time on poetry, although the nqble steed before you is the very poetry of motion. How much for him? What do I hear? Bystander Nothing, if you can't hear more than he does. Auctioneer Among horses, gentlemen, this is the very ne-jdux-ullra Bystander Knock-nee-plus-ultra, you mean. Auctioneer And the sine-qtid-non Bystander Vumpos uientii.

Auctioneer The ridges you see running down his eyes, gentlemen, aro not an indication of a want of llesh; they are simply a wise provision of Providence for carrying off the rain-water. Bystander What's the matter with his tail? Auctioneer Ho was formerly owned by a violin manufacturer, and he pulled out all the hairs for fiddle bows. What do I hear? But we had heard enough to satisfy us that our friend was right, and that it was absurd to tquander money on shows so long as these horse auctions are kept up to their present high standard. Saturday Kight, The paper trade is a good deal interested in a new kind of paper, made from palmetto fiber. It can bo washed with soap and water as one would wash apiece of linen cloth, then rubbed, wrung out and dried, and still remain intact.

The paper resembles parchment in color. Of course it is not so strong, but it is tough, though of uneven thickness. It is claimed that the paper can manufactured in the South at a very cheap rate. Pittsburg is ono of tho blackest of cities, by reason of tho smoke from its but a plan is being tested that promises to make it clean. Tho plan proposed is to wash tho smoke, and tho way of doing it is thus described: "The washing is dono by passing the smoke through the spray causod by paddle-wheels revolving a tank of water holding soda ash in solution.

Tho tank and wheels are placed in tho flue, between tho furnace and the chimney, and tho wheels being made to revolve in the direction of the chimney, the draft is increased." Tho smoke after being thus treated will not soil a white handkerchief. An Editor's Dream. Hb fell asleep after a time, and lo! ho dreamed again. And it seemed to him in a vision that, having armed himself with certain papers and books, he turned his steps once more toward the place and knocked at tho gate. Hello, is that you again?" said Peter.

What do you wish Let these persons again come forth," replied the editor, and Peter this time made them all pass through the gato and stand outside. They came as before and uttered the same cries as before. Why didn't you notice that big egg I sent you?" yelled tho first. It was rotten," replied tho editor. Why didn't you write up my soda fountain?" cried the druggist.

You had your tickets printed at tho other office," calmly replied the local man. Why did you WTite about old Tom-linson's hens and never speak of my new gate?" shouted tho third. Old Tomlinson paid for his advertising and you didn't. Here's the bill," said the editor. Why did you spell my name wrong in the programme?" groaned the local talent.

Take a look rat this manuscript of yours and see for yourself," said the editor, with a grim smile. The rest of the company yelled their complaints in and the editor calmly sorted out a series of bills for unpaid subscriptions, and presented each with one; and it was so that, when they had -m, thty all tore their hair and rushed violently down a steep place into the pea, and St. Peter, taking the editor calmly by the hand, led him within tho gate ana said "Come, friend; these chaps managed to slip through here in spite of us, but, thanks to the press, we row know what sort of fellows they are. Come in and stay; we need a few such men as you ip here." -Exchange. It must be awful embarrassing to a man who has received the star of the order of San Juan d'Ulloa from some foreign- potentate, to think that he could raise on it about half as much as a hotel clerk could on his shirt stud, at the pawnbroker's.

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