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stairs I felt as though I s ould fall. I
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Norwalk Opera House
FOR ONE‘WEEII, COMMENCING
h‘Innday Evening, M arch 9”)
Return Engagement of
PROF. JO an ‘
REYBQLBS
From London. England.
The Greatest Living Mesmetist
fiaughab‘e. Mystical and Wonderfullyr E5;-
citmg Entertamments. Commune of Ex 01-1-
men sin kni'nal Magnetism or Mental Liec-
tricity. . .
Persons coming voluntarily from the and
ience, if found susceptible. Will be made to
closet11'ireyes without being able to open
them; they will be made to stannner, forget
ill-i1“ names, laugh dance and Sing; their
1' :luntary motions Wlll be completely oin-
1r-1l ed. so they cannot stand or Sit. Water
mil be changed to wine, coffee, etc. They
Will 1; shown the Falls of Niagara. ta're a rule
in a bal con and many other interesting illu-‘
SIODSV '
Admission 10, 20 and 300
tie-.erved Seats nowan sale at Weeds an
Tomhnson’s Drug srores. ~
Ladies Admitted freelllon 3y Nighlj
arrs THEATE
One Solid Week, Commencing
MONDAY, MARCH 9, ’96.
Return ofthe Favorite,
MINNIE LESTER
FAMOUS BAND AND ORCHESTRA.
Opening play. Monday. March 9,
The New Madge.
PRICES. - IO. 20 and 30 CENT
4 Matinees—Wednesdav. Thursday. Frid
and Saturday. Matinee Prices, 100, to
all parts of the house.
Seats now on sale at l‘laiSted’s
. and Weed’s Drug Stores.
1
l‘ LIGHT PAR’IEL an
LIIIIKWIIIIII;It PACKAGE DELIVERY
Cheap rates. Will also take orders for mes‘
senger service in New York. Goods Called
or and dehyered to all parts of the town
Orders received atE P. Weed’s Drug Store
35 W all Street. With telephone connection un-
til 8.30.
C E. LOCKWOOD.
DAILY FREIGHT LINE
BETWEEN _
NORWALK,
SO. NORWALK
AN .
NEW YORK. ,
Propellers
city of Norwalk,
Vulcan and Eagh.
heave N orwalk at 5 p. m.
Leave So. Norwalk at 6 p. in,
Leave New York, Pier 23,
E. PL, Beekman SL. 5 p m,
NINTRAL NATIONAL BANK.
:46 WALL 812, NURWALK.
NUURPORATED SEPT. 1, ‘876.
nt’l’l‘AL. - - - - - - $100,000
nun M. HOLMES, President.
. . 14. Bursa, Vice-President.
WILLIAM A. CURTIS, Cashier
DIRECTORS :
GEORGE M. HOLMEs, . H. E. Darn,
9 L. CUNNINGHAM, J. T. Pnowrr'r
z L-BOYEB, S H. HOLMES
_ J . Cousms. J R.
liiscolmt Day. Saturday.
w; ALL. KNOW le . ,
Listen and you will hear him say,
About a dozen times a day,
When things refuse to go his way:
“That's just my luck!”
He minglcs with the market’s throng
And plunges into stocks headlong;
Excusing all his guesses wrong
With “just my luck!’
From large events of loss and gain
To failures just to catch the train,
The sole consoler of his pain
Is “just: my luck!”
Fools now and then are right by chance;
And when luck seems his way to glance
And all his pleasures to enhance,
' Beaming with self-complacency,
“I think I planned that well,” says he.
“Ah, me! what fools these mortals be!"
—Mary Willard, in Puck.
A LITTLE YALLER BABY.
BY EUGENE FIELD. '
I hev allus hed a. good opinion uv the
wimmin folks. I don’t look at ’em as
some people do; uv course they’re a
necessity—just as men are. Uv course
if there w arn’t no wimmin folks there
wouldn’t be no men folks—leastwisc.
that’s what the medikil books say. But
I never wuz much on discussin’ humin
economy; what I hev allus thought ’nd
said wuz that wimmin folks wuz a kind
uv luxury, ’nd the best kind, too.
Maybe it’s because I hain’thed much to
do with ’cm that I’m sot on ’em. Never
did get real well acquainted with
more’n three or four uv ’em in an my
life; seemed like it wuz meant that I
shouldn’t hev ’em round me as most
men hev. Mother died when I wuz a
little tyke, an’ Ant Mary raised me till
I wuz big enuff to make. my own livin’.
Down here in the southwest, you see,
most uv the girls is boys; there ain’t
none uv them civilizin’ influences folks
talk uv——-nothin’ but flowers ’nd birds
‘nd such things as poetry tells about.
So I kind 11v growed up with the curis
notion that wimmin folks wuz too good
for our part uv the country, ’nd 1 hevn’t
quite got that not-ion out’n my head yet.
One time—walL-I reckon ’t wuz about
four years ago—I got a letter frum 01’
(‘01 Sibley to come up to Saint Louey
’nd consult with him ’bout some stock
in't’rests we hed together. Railroad
travelin‘ wuz no new thing tome. I
hed been prutty posperous—hed got
past hcvin’ to ride in a caboose ’nd git
out at every stop to punch up the steers.
Iled money in the I‘Ioost’n bank ’nd use
to go to Tchicargo oncet a. year; hed
met I<‘ill Armer ’nd shook hands with
him, ’nd oncet the city papers hed a
columc article about my bein’ a million—
aire; uv course ’1'. warn’t so, buta feller
kind uv likes that sort uv thing, you
know.
The mornin’ after I got that letter
from Col Sibley I started for Saint
Lone-y. I took a bunk in the Pullman
car, like I hed been doin’ for six years
past; ’nd I reckon the other folks must
hev thought I wuz a heap uv a. man,
for every half-hour I give the nigger haf
a dollar to bresh me off. The car wuz full
uv people—rich people, too, I reckon, for
they wore good clo'es ’nd criticised the
scenery. Jest across frum me there
wuz a lady with a big, fat baby—the
pruttiest woman I hed seen in a month
uv Sundays; and the baby! why, dog-
gone my skin when I wuzn’t payin’
money to the nigger, darned if I didn’t
set there watchin’ the big, fat little
cuss, like he wuz the only baby I ever
seen. I ain’t much of a hand at babies,
’cause I haint seen many uv ’em, ’nd
when it wmcs to handlin’ ’em—why,
that would break me all up, ’nd like
’s not ’t would break the baby all up,
too. But it has allus been my notion
that nex' to the wimmin folks babies
wuz just about the nicest things on
earth. So the more I looked at that
big. fat lit tle baby sct-tin’ in its mother’s
lap ’cross the way, the more I wanted
to look; seemed like I wuz hoodooed
by the little tyke; ’nd the first thing I
knew there wuz water in my eyes;
don’t know why it is, but it allus makes
me kind or slop over to set ’nd watch
a baby cooin’ ’nd playin’ in its mother’s
lap.
“Look '3’ hyar, Sam,” says I to the
nigger, “come hyar ’nd bresh me off
agin! Why ain’t you tendin’ to biz-
niss?” . ’
But it didn’t do no good ’t all; pre-
tendin’ to be cross with .the nigger
might fool the other folks in the car,
but it’ didn’t fool me. I wuz dead stuck
on that baby—gol durn his pictur’.
And there the little tykc setin its moth—
er's lap, doublin’ up its fists ’nd tryin’
to swaller ’em, ’nd talkin’ like to its
mother in a lingo I couldn’t understan’,
but which the mother could, for she
talked back to the baby in a soothin’
lingo which I couldn’t understand, but
which I liked to hear’, ’nd she kissed
the baby, ’nd stroked its hair ’nd potted
it like wimmin do.
It made me mud to hear them other
folks in the car criticisin’ the scenery
’nd things. A man’s in mighty poor
bizness, anyhow, to be lookiu’ at scenery
when there’s a woman in sight—a. wom-
an and a baby!
Prutty soon—0h, maybe in a. hour or
two—the baby began to fret ’nd worrit.
Seemed to me like the'little critter wuz
hungry. Knowin’ that there wuzn’t
no eatin’-house this side uv Bowieville,.
I jcst called the train boy, ’nd says I to
him: “Hev you got any victuals that
will do forababy ?”
“How is oranges ’nd bananas?” says
he. ' t
“That ought to do,” sez I. “Jist do
up a dozen uv your best oranges ’nd a.
dozen uv your best bananas ’nd take
’em over to that baby with my compler-
merits.” .
But before he eculd do it, the lady
hed laid the baby on one --uv her arms
’nd hed spread a. shawl over its head ’nd
over her shoulder, ’nd all uv a suddin’
the baby quit worrin’ and seemed like
he hed gone to sleep.
When we got to York Crossin’ I
looked out‘n the winder ’nd‘seen some
men carryin’ along pine box up towards
the baggage car. Seein’ their hats off,
I knew there wuz a. dead body in the
box, ’nd I couldn’t help feelin’ sorry for
the. poor creetur that hed died in that
’ arms there
sight square in the countenance.
lonely place uv York Crossin’; but I
mout hev,felt a. heap sorrier for the
creeters that hedto live there, ,for I’ll
allow that York Crossin’ is a. lectle the
durndest lonesomest place I ever seen.
Well, just afore the train started agin,
who should come into the car but
Bill Woodson, and he wuz lookin’ pow-
erful tough. Bill herded cattle for me
three winters, but hed moved away
when he married one uv the waiter
girls at Spooner’s hotel at Hdost’n.
“Hello, Bill,” says I; “what air you
totln’ so kind uv keerfullike in your
9”
“Why, I’ve, got the baby,” says he;
’nd as he said it the tears come up into
his eyes.
“ “Your own baby, Bill!” says I.
“Yes,” sez he. “Nellie took sick uv
the jandcrs a. fortnight ago, ’nd—’nd
she died, 'nd I’m takin’ her body up to
Texarkany to bury. She lived there,
you know, ’nd I'm goin’ to leave the
baby there with its gran’ma.”
Poor Bill! it wuz his wife that the
men were carryin’ in that pine box to
the baggage car.
“Likely lookin’ baby, Bill,” says I,
cheerfullike. “Perfect- pictur’ 11v its
mother; kind uv favors you round the
lower part uv the face, tho’.”
I said this to make Bill feel happier.
If I’d told the truth, I’d ’ve said the
baby wuz a. sickly, yaller-lookin’ little
thing, for so it wuz, looked huff-
starved, too. Couldn’t help compa-rin‘
it with that big, fat baby in its moth-
er’s arms over the way.
“Bill,” says I, “here is :1. ten-dollar
note for the baby, ’nd God bless you!”
“Thank ye, IxirgGoodhuc,” says he,
’nd he choked all up as he moved of"
with that yaller little baby in his arms.
It warn’t very fur up the road he wuz
goin’, ’nd he found a seat in one uv
the front cars. .
J.ut along about an hour after that
back came Bill, moseyin’ through the
car like he wuz huntin’ for somebody.
Seemed like he wuz in trubble and wuz
huntin’ for a friend.
“Anything I kin do for you, Bill?”
says I, but he didn’t make no answer.
All of a suddint he sot his eyes on tho
prutty lady that had the fat baby
sleepin’ in her arms, ’nd he made, a
break for her like he wuz crazy. He
took off his hat ’nd bent down over her
’nd said somethin’ none 11v the rest uv
us could hear. The lady kind uv start-
cd like she wuz frightened, ’nd, then
she looked up at Bill ’nd looked him
She
saw a tall, ganglin’, awkward man,
with long ynller hair ’nd frowzy beard,
’nd she saw that he wuz iremblin’ ’nd
hed tears in his eyes. She looked down
at the fat baby in her arms, ’nd then
she looked out’n the winder at the
great stretch uv prairie land, ’nd
seemed like she wuz lookin’ off further
’11 the rest uv us could see. Then, at
last she turned around ’nd said: "‘Yes,’
to Bill, ’nd Bill went off into the front
car ag’in.
None uv the rest uv us knew wha‘
all this meant, but in a minnit Bil
come back with his little yaller baby
in his arms, ’nd you never hccrd ababy
squall ’nd carry 011 like that baby wuz
squallin’ ’nd carryin’ on. Fact is, the
little yaller baby was hungry, hungricr
’n a. wolf, ’nd there wuz its mother
dead in the car up ahead ’nd its gran’-
ma a good piecc'up the road. What-
did the lady over the way do but lay
her own sleepin’ baby down on the seat
beside her ’nd take Bill’s little yallcr
baby ’nd hold it on one arm ’nd cover
up its head ’nd her shoulder with a.
shawl, jist like she had done with the
fat baby not long afore. .Bill never
looked at her; he took oif his hat and
held it in his hand, ’nd turn around
’nd stood guard over that mother, ’nd
I reckon that of any man hed darst to
look that wayjist then Bill would "vc
cut his heart out.
The little yaller baby didn’t cry very
long. Secmed like it knowed there wuz
a mother holdin’ it—not its own moth-
er, but a woman whose life hed been
hallowed by God’s blessin’ with the
love ’nd the purity ’nd the sanctity
uv motherhood.
Why, I wouldn’t hev swapped that
sight uv Bill an’ them two babies ’nd
that sweet woman for all the cattle
in Texas! It jest made me know that
what I’d allus thought uv wimmin was
Gospel truth. God bless that lady! I
say, wherever she is to-day, ’nd bless,
all wimmin folks, for they’re all alike
in their unselfishness ’nd gentleness
’nd love!
Bill said: “God bless ye!” too, when
she handed him back his poor little.
yaller baby. The little creeter wuz fast
asleep, ’nd Bill darsent speak very loud
for fear he’d wake it up. But his heart
wuz way up in his mouth when he. says:
“God bless ye!” to that dear lady; ’nd
then he added, like he wanted to let
her know that he meant to pay her
back when he could: “I’ll do the same
for you some time, marm, if I kin.”—
St. Louis Republic.
An Unsociable Town.
The electric car was running to the
exposition grounds at the rate of 15
miles an hour, and was about 15
minutes behind time, when aman ap-
peared in the middle of theirack, wav—
ing a red handkerchief excitedly.
The frightened motorman brought
the car to a. sudden halt and yelled:
“What in the thunder is the matter?”
“Nothin’ ’tall,” said the man—who
was from the rural districts, and had
decided to walk to the fair grounds——
“I jest wanted to know the time 0’ day,
an’ how long it’ll take me to git to where
the show is!”
The motorman, the conductor and sev-
eral enraged passengers were about to
demolish him, but voices from dozen
.blockaded cars in the rear yelled “Move
on!” pm] the man from the country
stepped aside, muttering:
“This is the durndest towu I ever did
see! Git mad as creation ef you jest ax
’em the time o’ day!”—Atlanta Consti-
tution.
—-Black and green tea are from the
same leaf, the difierence in the two va-
rieties being in the modes cf prepara-
tion, treatment and .time of gathering.
WANTED AN INCREASE.
Clever Ruse, Even Though Risky, of a
Nervy Paying Teller. .
There ,is a well-known insurance
man in Chicago Who receives a. salary
of $20,000 a year and never solicits. He.
got his position in a peculiar way. He
was paying teller in a bank on a. salary
of $2,000 a year. One day he went be-
fore the board of directors and/asked
for an increase of pay. hey declined
to make it. They thought $2,000 suffi-
cient.
“Gentlemen, I have. a very responsi-
ble position and handle a great deal of
money. I do not think my salary suffi-
cient. -I must insist on having more.”
He did not get it and returned to his
desk dissatisfied. One of the large in-
surance companies in Chicago had giv-
en the bunk ten days’ notice that it
would draw out $300,000, and the cash-
ier made every arrangement for it. In
due time the check was presented.
The paying teller refused to honor
the check and went to the cashier.
“They want that $300,000,” he said;
“what are you going to do about it ?”
“Pay it, of course,” said the cashier.
“You have the money.”
“Yes, I have the money, but I don’t
propose to pay it.”
“What do you mean, sir?” the cash-
icr exclaimed. “It is your businesss
to pay it. I have given you the money,
and the check must be paid."-
' “Mr. , I am working here on a.
salary of $2,000 a year. I have asked
for an increase, and the directors
think I ,am getting enough. 1 cannot
agree with them. It is true that I have
the $300,000, but I intend to keep it. 1
have not been treated right, and 1
must take this course to get my dc-
sorts.”
A long argument followed, which
was referred to the board of directors,
which was hastily called together. The
telllcr was ordered before their majes-
rics. He admitted all that the cashier
had said of him, and added:
“Gentlemen, I am serious.
the $300,000 safe. You may do what
you please. If you take the matter to
the courts the most I can get is ten
years. I shall leave the penitentiary
at the age of 40 worth $300,000. If I
remain with you at my present salary
I won’t be worth a. cent. Do as you
will. Give me $5,000 a year or send me
no.”
He was a. hard customer to deal with,
and they quickly agreed that if he
would return the $300,000 and pay the
check they would do as he wished
He made them sign a bond, releasing
him in every possible way, and guar~
anteeing him $5,000 a. year for 30 years.
One of the directors, an old gray-
haired fellow, who'was president of
the insurance company, said:
“Young man, you are too smart to
be paying teller of a. bank. Come
down to my office and I will give you
$20,000 a. year.”
He went home, got the $300,000, re
turned it to the bank, and went into
the insurance business. — Toledo
Blade.
I have
Two Kinds of Concelt.
Simple conceit, founded on really
great gifts, is often a very pleasant
quality. No more amiable quality
than the conceit, say, of Hans Chris-
tian Andersen, can easily be imagined,
though it caused him a hundred bitter
trials in his earlier life before his great
gifts were understood and acknowl-
edged by the world. So, too, Gold-
smith’s conceit was a very attaching
quality; and in our own day we could
name a. poet full of the most amiable
and attractive conceit, in which there
was not anything irritating or even
indicative of jealous mortification.
The truth is that sunny conceit, found-
ed on great gifts, is often delightful,
while the conceit which broods on the
world’s injustice is not recognizing to
the full these great gifts is corroding
and repelling. The happy conceit
which takes all the recognition it can
get with gratitude, and supplements
it with sincere pity for those who have
not sufficient insight 'to recognize the
gifts that have been displayed, is as
charming and radiant a quality as we
can find anywhere, while the jealous
conceit which is always suspiciom
of the inadequacy of the world’s ad:
miraiion is one of: the most. unpleas-
ant and displeasing of characteristics.
In other words, the. conceit which is
perfectly joyous, but, of, course, found-
ed in true gifts, attracts. while the less
perfhct conceit, which has a little dis-
trust, on one side or other, of the solid-
‘ity of its own genius, is displeasing,
because not serene. The former is as
cheering as sunshine, the latter as dis-
pleasing as resticss:ncss.——London Spec-
tater.
Some Husbands Compared.
In talking with an American about
the different conditions of women in
Japan and the United Staes, a J apanesc
diplomat once said: “When I marry I
take a head servant; when you marry
you become one.” A man who recently
visited Japan quotes a. remark in a
somewhat similar vein made by a J ap-
anese interpreter. “I sat one day,”
he said, “at the door of a. dining-room
in a. hotel in Tokio, where all kinds of
foreigners were staying, and I watched
them as they came in. The Frenchman
came in with madame on his arm.
Then the Englishman came in so (im-
itating a pompous, self—important per-
sonage). And his wife? Oh, she came
after him like this (dramatizing amecl-z
and timid woman following). And the
American husband? The American
11 usband? Oh, he’s not in it. Madame
_ sails in ahead of him, and he just walks
behind wherever she goes.”—N. Y. Trib-
une.
——Nature does not capriciously scat-
ter her secrets as golden gifts to lazy
pets and luxurious darlings, but im-
poses tasks when she presents oppor-
tunities, and. uplift-s him whom she
would inform. The apple that she
shyly drops at the feet of Newton is
but a coy invitation to follow her to
the sta.’-s.——\Thipple.
' her theories and her practice.
WHIPPING LITTLE GIRLS. ,
An Eflort Is Asked For to Abolish the '
Privilege in England.‘
The authorized flogging of little
girls is a. piece of barbarism which‘
now that the subject has been definite-
ly raised, will receive, we trust, no
, countenance from the home secretary,
says the London Daily News. Mr. Riley
says that girls in the elementary
schools are caned, a bit of information
which we commend to the immediate
notice of Sir John Gorst. The public
of London has outgrown the‘days of
Mother Brownrigg, and Mother Brown-
rigg, as the Newgate “calendar” in-
forms us, was not sustained by judge,
jury, public opinion, or J at . Ketch in
' to the
castigation of girls. There were philos-
ophers, to be sure, who approved of the
whipping of girls. Locke approved of a
mother who whipped her little daugh-
ter nine times in order' to compel her
to confess some error; and Johnson
commended a mother who whipped her
daughterin the interest of future truth-
fulness'because the girl had said she
came in through one door, when in fact
she had come in through another. But
those were days when children were
supposed to be born only that they
might be birched as far as possible out
of their share of original sin. Women
' were publicly flogged at the cartls tail
in the days of Locke and of J ohnson—
and, of course, in the interest of disci-
pline and order and morals. We cannot
go back to thOSe days, and any serious
and public attempt to get back to them
would be an absurdity as well as an
outrage.
'TENNESSEE WILL CELEBRATE.
Purpose of the Centennial Which “’1“ Be
Observed Next Year.
The purposes of the Tennessee cen-
tennial * are threefold. First, to cele-
brate the state’s birth. Second, to show
the rest of the sisterhood how really im-
portant Tennessee is. Third, to show
Tennesseeans whatever the other states
and foreign countries may want to
show them. According to history, Ver—
mont and Kentucky preceded Tennes-
see into the union, but in a good—na-
tured way Tennesseeans claim that the
technicalities in the case entitle their
commonwealth to the right of the first
born. At any rate, Tennessee is the first
to celebrate the 100th anniversary of
her statehood, and that thought has
awakened an unprecedented patriotism
throughout the state. The products of
the commonwealth are peculiarly 'well
adapted to display. No state is famous
in more lines than Tennessee. In the
production of marble, iron, zinc and
cool, the state is known throughout the
land, as it is for the growing of tobacco,
wheat, corn and cotton, and as the home
of race horses and fine cattle. More
hard woods are annually cut in Tennes-
see than in any other state, and within.
30 miles of the capital there are bound—
less beds of phosphate. What Tennes-
see puts on display at her exposition
will astonish the world. From abroad
it is intended “to bring the striking in-
ventions and arts of man wherever
found.
WILL NOT BORROW AGAIN.
This Lesson Will Teach Him Not to Wear
His Brother's Clothes.
There are two brothers in Memphis
who are so near the same size and figure
that they can wear each other's cloth-
ing. One of them recently bonght a
fine new overcoat, says the Memphis
Commercial—Appeal, which was a very
stylish and comfortable garment-,nnd
of which its owner was very proud.
The first night after he bought the over—
coat there was a rainstorm. The water
fell in torrents and the mud fair] y swam
in the streets. The young man was go—
ing out that evening, but he didn’t like
the idea of taking his new overcoat out
in such beastly weather. His brother
had a mackintosh, and when the first
young man spied this hanging on the.
hat rack he decided to appropriate it
for the night and so save his overcoat:
”I‘Vithout saying a. word to his brother
he put on the waterproof and sallicd
forth into the rain, calculating that he
would save his new overcoat at least
three mont-hs’ wear that night. When
he came home he found his brother in
their room. “Say, old man,” he said,
“I used your mackintosh to-night.”
“That was all right,” said the brother,
“I got along very well without it.”
“You didn’t‘go out this evening, did
you?” asked the owner of the overcoat.
“Yes,” answered the owner of the
mackintosh. '
“Then what did you wear ?”
“Your new overcoat.”
The Glow-Worm Cavern.
The greatest wonder of the antipodes
is the celebrated glow-worm cavern,
discovered in 1801 in the heart of the
Tasmanian wilderness.
caverns (there appears to be a series of
such caverns in the vicinity, each sep-
arate and distinct) are situated near
the town of Southport,Tasmania, in a
limestone bluff, about four miles from
Ida. Bay. The appearance of the main
cavern is that of an underground river, .
the entire floor of the subterranean.
passage being covered with water
about a foot and a. half in depth. These
wonderful Tasmanian caves are sim—
ilar to all caverns found in limestone
formation, with the exception that
their roofs and sides literally shine
with the light emitted by the millions
of glow worms which inhabit them.
Physical Effects of Thought.
Dr. Manseman, a notable physician
of the last century, once published a
work entitled “The Physical and Men-
tal Treatment of the Human Body,” in
which he gave the following cure for
mental worry: “Let the sufferer think
of the person he or she loves best;
dwell upon their charms and graces;
cogitate deeply'upon the affection they
hear one for the other. If this does
not have a soothing eifpct, then let
the patient try a small xdraught of
strongly‘brewed tea, with a. lump of
ginger in it. The efficacy of this is
I wonderful.” '
The cavern or =
A ewe STORY DEFINED.
'How the Term Originated in Chicago, the
City 01 Chinese Stool Pigeon.
“There is one favorite Chicago ex-
pression-that I don’t hear in washing-
ton so often,” said a. correspondent
from the windy city to a. Washington
Post man. “It is ‘pipe’ stories, as syn-
onyme for fake, or canard, or ghost
story. -
“Where does it come from? Oh, it
came from the west along with the Chi- '
nese, and I suppose you will get it here
when Chinamen and opium joints be-
come more numerous. There are lots
of white hop fiends in Chicago, and a
great many of them are Stool p1geons
for the police and detective depart-
ments. They are not much good at any
stage of the game, but they have to be
half way tanked with opium before
they are any good at all. Then if they
get too much they go to the other ex-
treme and imagine everything- that
they don’t know.
“One of them will hit the pipe f0r~a11
hour or so and then come around police
headquarters with the most marvelous
stories of hold-ups, burglaries and sim-
ilar crimes that you ever heard. If
they get hold of a green reporter or a
green policeman they are liable to have.
them chasing all over the universe at.
dead hours of the night looking for
these suppositional events, and their
mendacinations are known to the police
as ‘pipe stories,’ or ‘talking pipe.” That
is the symbol in Chicagoese for any-
thing that is without foundation in
fact.”
‘TATTOOING IN BURMAH.
It Is a Shame for a Burmah Youth Not
to Be Decorated in Inks.
The professional tattooer in Burmah I
is a rapid worker, and'the pricking ma-
chine soon runs over the outlines of the
figure; but what takes time is the “fill-
in g in,”thich is done with a somewhat
broader style, says Chambers’ Journal.
Every part of the figure must be cov-
ered with either black or vermillion,
and, as you see the brass bird swoop-
ing down time after time, you begin to
reckon how many more strokes remain
' before your torture will be at an end.
Tattooing in Burmah is a national in-
stitution, every male being covered
with figures from his waist to his
knee, so that in the distance be ap-
pears .to be clothed in beautifully-fit-
ting “tights.” The operations com-
mence in early boyhood, a, few figures
being done at a time. Every descrip~
tion of animal, real or imaginary, from
an elephant to a mythical form of cat,
is portrayed, each being set in a frame-
work of Burmah writingf Tobe un~
tattooed is a disgrace to a Burmah
youth; and, following the custom of
the British sailor in having himself
stamped with the name of his lady love,
it is no uncommon thing to see, on some
part of a “young spark’s” body, a num-
ber of round Burman characters—the
equivalent to l’olly or Susan.
KEEP ON THE NIGH SIDE.
Nature Has Set the Rule W’hich Human-
ity Mechanically Follows.
The “off ox” is the ox on the right
side of the team. The one on the left
side is the “nigh OK.” This comes from
the fact that the driver in this country
drives from the left side, says the M11—
wankee Journal. Teams turn out to
the right and this gives the driver com-
mand of the situation. Plows turn the
furrows to the right, so the driver can
be on the unplowed land. The terms
“nigh” and “01' ” apply to any team or
riding a nimal, and perhaps have a wider
application in describing relative posi-
tions. Riders always mount from the
nigh side of the horse, and artillery-
men ride the nigh horse. There are
countries where the driver is usually
on the off side, but it is not the rule.
In copying pictures in engraving the
right and left sides must be reversed on
the plates to show properly on the
print. If this is not done we havewhat
is often seen, the driver on the oif side
with‘his whip in his left hand. When
one is Spoken of as being “on {he off
side” of any question it implies that he
is somewhat out of control,-as the off
ox is not usually as manageable as the
nigh one; he does not come so close to
the driver, not in personal contact with
him. ' '
He “’35 Disappointed. ‘
The following example of a quaint.
philosophic Scotch character is related
in the Scotch-American: The season
had been an exceptionally bad one 1‘ or
farmerSLbut in a country church. not
100 miles from Arbroath, the office bear-
crs had resolved, according to custom,
to hold the annual harvest thanksgiv-
ing service. It was noticed that on
that particular Sunday Mr.J ohnstone, a
regular attendant and a pillar of the
church (whose crops had turned out
’very poorly), was not in alt-CIICCIIICC.
The minister in the course of the fol-
lowing week met Mr. Johnstonc, and
inquired of him the reason for his ab—
sence from the church on such an im-
portant occasion. “Weel, sir,” replied
Mr. Johnstone, “I dinna care aboot ap-
proachin’ my Maker-in a speerit 0’
sarcasm.” j
Sandpaper. n ‘
Sandpaper is at present made with
powdered glass instead of sand. Glass
is readily pulverized by heating it red '
hot and throwing it into water and fin-
ishing the powdering in an iron mor-
tar. By the use of sieves of different
sizes of mesh the powder can be sep-
arated into various grades of fineness.
A strong paper is tacked down and
covered with powdered glass of desired
fineness; when the glue is dry the sur-
plus glass is shaken or brushed off.’
Muslin is better than paper and lasts
much longer.~ ;
_ A Clever Invention.
One of the“ cleverest inventions ever
passed by the patent office is the ma-
chine for sticking common pins in the
papers in which they are sold. The con-
")tr‘ivance brings up the pins in rows,
draws the paper in position, crimps it
in two lines, then at a single puSh '
passes the pins through the paper and
sets them in position. , '
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