2 meT'LING til-11158." Chubby hands so'brown and small Wield the blade and scantliug, Chips, like driftlets, fly and fall, Wasteful litter one and all, - In flakes about the bantling. Seventy springs their seed have sown, Still with knife and shingle The child, a white haired grandsire grown, His life a dream, his memory flown, Sits whittling by the ingle. Yet the past held busy years, \Vorks of wondrous glitter, But many a loss brought burning tears, And many a gain regretful fears, At best a useless litter. And so methought the hopes and schemes Of many a worldly witling, 'th-n all is told, are idle dreams That lure men on with golden dreams, More chips of mortal whittiing. —-')Vashington Post. DAN MASON’S ONLY LOVE. How’s my folks, did you say? Ah, that question soun’s strange to my ears now. Once I had hopes it might 0’ soun’ed right, but now, now it falls heavy on my heart, an’ makes me think 0’ times that’s gone. It brings ’em all back in my mine—Bill, ther squir, an’ Minnie, ther squir’s darter; but of ’em all Minnie Comes fust. I ain’t never hearn or name I like so well as hern. I use to say it over an‘ over cause it b‘long to her, an’ I do it yit when thar’s nobody to hear me. But it souns so dif’unt now, nothin’ like it use to. After all, tho’, thar’s nothin’ strange erbout it, cause everything is dif’unt now; nothin’ looks like it use to. It may be me that’s changed. Yes, I ’spect it is. wall, I had ’nough to change me, so ’taint surprisin’ after all, you see, when a man puts all his life in somethin’ au’ it’s all of a sudden took away, it goes kind 0’ hard. I was out in Californy when I met ’em, an’ Squir Dufi got me to go in parnership in ther minin’ bus’ness. All I wanted was that chance, so we sittled things then an’ thar au‘ went to work. Squir Duff had ther puttiest darter I ever seen, an’ it never took me long to like her nuther. She was white an’ red all ther time, with long black hair an’ little black eyes—~the shinyest eyes I ever seen, too—an’ was built up jist like a pony. I staid at ther house, so me an’ Minnie was in one ’nothers com’ny right smart. With her han’ hol’in’ tight to mine we use to go out under ther trees, set down on ther roots an’ talk ther longest times together. Sometimes I’d help her pick up burrs an’ sich like, what she made picter frames outer. Our heads would some- how git close unbeknownst to us, an’ I’d kiss her ’t'ore I knowed what I was doin’. Any feller would done like me, an’perticler if they liked her as I did. ' Ther squir’ had already gin her to me an’ said we mus’ jis’ wait a year; then we could git marrid. Min was fou’teen an’ j is’ the kind of a girl to make ther boys like her, though she didn’t ’pear to take to none 0‘ them but me, an’ I was glad of it, too. Thar was er crossin’ what we had to pass over in goin’ 0v mornin’s to ther mines, an’ ’twas gittin’ in sich a bad way we had to stop an’ fix it. Mos’ every mornin’ she’d go ’long by me far as ther crossin’, then go back home to ten’ to dinner. I use to wanter go back with her, but that would cr bin knockin’ off work ’fore I commenced, so 3 couldn’t. Any place she wanted to go I took her, but that was only natu’al, ’cause she sot a heap o’ sto’e by me, an’ I knowed thar wan’t nothin’ in ther worl’ I love like her. She was ’bout es happy over ovmin’ me cs I was f’r ownin’ her, an’ she didn’t kere who seen us holdin’s han’s along ther rode, nether. ’Squir Dufif tole me I was jes’ ther kind 0’ man he wanted for his darter, ’cause he couldn’t bear to see her git a bad feller for a husband. She was jes’ ther one I wanted I know’d ’thout axin’ nobody’s odds, an’ all 1 was waitin’ for was ther day to roll aroun’ what made her fifteen. Then we was goin’ to git ther knot tied sure. I was all time thinkin’ ’bout how I was goin’ to rig up in a bran new allapacker cote au’ pants an’ red top boots an’ a shinin’ cap. As for Min, thar wan’t no tellin’ what she’d have, but I spect- ed ther finest lot 0’ rigiu’ or man ever seen. When ther crossin’ was fixed so thar wa’nt no more danger to go ’crost it, me an’ ther squir went on to work at ther mines. We hed struc’ er vein an’ that meant somethin‘ to us both, but more to me on ’count 0’ Min. Ther squir got flush an’ got her ther finest nag he could git. Every time I had er chance I put 1:1 or lick or two 0’ currin’ on her, an’ by an’ by she was mos’ as shiuey es Min’s eyes. Min was ther puttiest sort 0’ rider, an’ when she’d come by ther mines every man would stop work to look at her pretty face. She always lopcd hard an’ loud over ther crossin’ so I’d know she was comin’, for she know’d how I loved ther sight 0’ her. I won’t good lookin’ much myse’f, an’ it made my heart awful light some way or ’nuther to think she liked ther looks 0’ me better’n ther other fellers. Then er gin ’twas ’nough to make me proud when I know’d that ther on- liest girl in thirty miles er ’bout b’long’d to me. Every piece 0’ gold I foun’ I put it by fer her. Her face was ’fore mine from morn till night with that hansome smile, an’ them eyes what was brigh’en air hunk 0’ gold Ihed come a’crost yit. On her han’ she wore ther nicest sort of silver ring I hed give her, an’ she always hilt up that han’ so folks could see she wored Dan Mason’s present. Every time I looked at it I wished ’twas gold, but ’twas ther onliest kind I could git anywhar near, an’ it come off Tom McGin- nises little finger when he sole it to me. But it was a ring, an’ that she had to have. Once I sprained my knee joint an’ was laid up two weeks at ther house—ther best weeks I over know’d, too. Most every minit she’d come to see how I was gittin’erlong, an’ at night she’d talk an’ laugh so I’d fergit all erbout ther rackin’ in my knee. While I was laid up I took some bark from ther big trees an? made a rope big an’ strong. When I got well ’nough I made a swing under ther biggest tree ’roun’ an’ fasten’d er piece 0’ chain on to it so ’twould rattle. Ther mines was only er little ways off, an’ I wanted to know when she was swingin’. Whenever I beam that chain rat- tle I felt better to know she liked somethin’ I hed fixed, an’ ther best times ov all was when we set in thar together. I sent for her weddin’ ring six months b’forehan’, so as to git it on time. I tried to git her size, but she didn’t ’pear to know what her number was, nor what finger to measure on, so I jes’ tole ther man ter sen’ er girl’s ring, an’ he sent it. ' It come in three months all safe an’ well, though ther box what hilt it looked like it had saw a rough rode. I had er hard time to git Min to try it on, ’cause she said ’twould give us had luck to war it ’fore ther weddin’. But to sat’sfy me she put it on all her fingers to see what one it fit ther best. It looked too pretty fer nothin’ on her middle finger, so she said she knowed thet was wbar it ’blonged. ' They more I thought ’bout our weddin’ ther harder I worked; what wared me out at fast seemed nothin’ then. An’ when we started home after} knockin’ off work ther thought of Mia’s waitin’ at her gate for' her an’ me made me feel es fresh es if I had 5; riz out o’ bed ov er mornin’. It’s er _ hta. nice feelin’ to knowthar’s somebody: waitin’ at home fer you, an’ wishin’ you’d come; somebody’s smilin’ face at ther door,i an’ er smokin’ supper on the hearth. That’s nothin’ like it. It make er man think more ‘ ov ther worl’ an’ the; pebple in it. It makes him proud he’s livin’ran’ think more 0’ God. Out 0’ all ther miners me an’ Squir,-Duff was ther onlies ones what had anybody to think, o’bout an’ love. We was always in a hurry. to git-home o’ evenin’s, an’never loss no time in talkin’ to therwboys. But they didn’t kere nothin’ ’tal ’bout their camp, didn’t pear to mine if they never got thar. An’ what was their use 0’ hurrin’ to a ole, empty, miserble lookin’ camp? Thar was no doors open, no fire burnin’, no smell 0’ grub fryin’, no woman’s face nor nothin' to go fer. Rooms was all littered up, beds - every which way fer Sunday, pots all sticky, shirts an’ pants hangin’ up everwhar, an’ so many feet 0’ ashes in ther fireplace nobody kered ’bout startin’ er fire. I usto feel sorry for ther boys, but couldn’t help em lessen we gin um Min, an’ we’d er little sooner gin em our necks. Them boys had ther mos’ outda- cious patches on their clothes I ever seen. Some ov em sot up ’till midnight sotten them hunks o’ cloth in, an’ their han‘s was so needle stuck they couldn’t hardly work. Ther ’squir felt sorry fer them bein’ so lone- ly, so tole em ter come over an’ see him. They was mighty glad of ther invite an never loss no time in gittin’ thar nuther. They looked at Min most of ther time, an’ air one 0’ them would er sot up to her quick if she’d gin um er half a chance. But she didn’t ’pear to take no stock in perticlar to air one an’ I was glad 0v it, too, for, Lord knows, I didn’t want none 0’ them to take her from me. I wa’nt jealous, but I kep my eye on em all ther time. Them minin’ men ain’t to be trusted when it comes to stealin’ another feller’s girl, no they ain’t. But I can’t blame ’em much, fer I was half outer my senses all ther time Min was my girl. Thar wa’nt no days like them, none, none. lVe was gittin’ er long peaceful like, an’ savin’ up er heap of gold, when one day thar popped all ov er suddiu in ther mines Bill Griffins. He was portly built an’ his skin was es white es Min’s, and his han’s looked like they‘d never dun no hard work. Bill was some sort 0’ far fetched kinry ov ther squir’s, 311’ he hung ’roun’ till he gin him work. He got tired, an’ said he wan’t used to sich labor- in’ au’ wan’t goin’ to do it. Everything went bad after Bill come. Some 0’ ther boys got sick, gold got hard to fine, an’ all un us had ther blues. Bill stayed most of his time at the squir’s, and he didn’t mine none 0’ my hints to git. Ther squir kind 0’ liked to talk to him, ’cause he’d been er bout so many places an’ had seen so much. Bill was better ’pearin’ and finer lookin’ than any man out thar, an’ when I seen Min look- in’ at him sideways I didn’t like it er bit. My heart would beat like somethin’ wile, an’ I was uneasy all ther time, though she was just ther same to me. He was always seekin’ her coni’ny, an’ she thought er lot 0v white skins. I got so I never went whar he was ’thout breshin’ my face with lime, jes’ to make me stan’ er better show ’long sider him. Bill lied lots 0’ books, an’ use to read in ’em to Min every day. She liked ther stories he‘d tell her, an’ it made me mad ’Cause I couldn’t read good ’nough for her to listen to. Bill was mean hearted an’ was always puttin’ high notions in Min’s head. I felt like takin’ him by his neck an’ ringin’ it off every day, an‘ believe I would fer er little. Ther squir seen, too, how he was sourin’ Min on mine life, but our weddin’ was so close we thought it wouldn’t make no diff’rence. Bill had been that er month tryin’ to take Min or ’way from me. I knowed it, an’ I begged her not to go back on me, an’ she said she wouldn’t, so I thought she was true. Our weddin’ day fell on Sat’day, an’ all ther boys stayed from work jes’ to see us married, every las’ one ov ’em—’cept Bill— come over to help dress me, an’ all gin Min a hunk 0’ gold for ’er present. When I come out Min was standin’ waitin’, an’ ther pret- tiest picter I ever seen. Ther boys waved their hats an’ hollered loud—all but Bill. He stood thar lookin’ at Min, with his eyes er blaze 0' fire. He never heard nothin’ nor saw nothin’ but Min. She smiled kind of sad like at me, an’ it made me feel like I’d never felt b’fore. In er minit Bill come tar- in’ in, an’ slappin’ me on ther jaw said he’d hev Min or die. In er minit we was outside fiten fer life an’ death. Ther boys hollered out thet ther one what whips wins ther bride. I lied mos’ kilt him when ther boys pulled me er way, an’ went to shoutin’ Minnie was mine. An’ ’twas true, I’d won her twice. I took her han’ an’ all ov er suddin she looked up in my eyes—then at Bill. Such er look I ’aint never seen in all my life. She tried to tell me somethin’ an’ it seemed to choke her. But d’reckl y she said so sorrowful like: “Dan, I never meant to; no, ther Lord knows I didn’t. Don’t think hard 0’ me, Dan, but I love him.” Au’ ’fore I could say er word she was standin’ by Bill. No, I aint got no folks nor nothin’, an’ all my life was kilt thet day—Philadelphia Times. Know When to Get Ofi‘. He was a muscular countryman, and his greatest talent lay in the direction of riding untamed horses. It was a. Texas ponyflull of the characteristics of that renowned breed, and standing listlessly by, awaiting the ar- rival of some one to try his mettle. He found the animal without a man daring enough to mount it, and at once asked for the job, saying that he had never yet heard of the horse that could get away from him. The owner’s consent was given immediately, and the bold man sprang into the saddle, and the pony sprang into the air, bounding 03 like a rocket, with the man clinging to its mane. Straight down the street the animal sped, and probably the man would have main- tained his reputation had the pony not taken a sudden notion to turn into a cross-st t. This idea occurred to it, and without con- sulting the rider the pony wheeled into the side highway, while the rider kept on in the muse they were before the change of sched- ule occurred to the pony. The crowd arrived just as the man was picking himself up, and were met with the remark, as the man limped toward the drug store: “By jimminy, boys, I b’leeve that drafted horse ud er killed me ef I hadn’t er got off when I did.”——Atlanta Constitution. Spread of the English Language. At the opening of the present century there were, in round figures, 20,500,000 peo- ple who spoke the English language. They were chiefly in England. We were only a. few millions in America. The French speak- ing people at that time numbered about 31,- 500,000, and the Germans exceeded 30,000,090. The Russian tongue was spoken by nearly 31,000,000, and the Spanish by more than 26,- 000.000. The French speech is now usmi by 50,000,- 000 people, the German by about‘70,000,000, the Spanish by somewhat more than 40,000,- 000, the Russians by about 70,000,000, the Italian by about 30,000,000, and the Portu- guese by perhaps 13,000,000. The English language has enormously outgrown its com- petitors. It is used by nearly twice as many people as any one of the others, and its rela- tive growth is sure to continue. North America alone will soon have 100,- 000,000 English speaking people. There are 40,000,000 in Great Britain and Ireland. Ami" tralia will, a generation hence, have as many English people as England now has—Minne- apolis Tribune. Newspaper Scrap Books. Years ago, when a poor schoolma’m, and not ableto buy pictures and story books for the little ones at home, I saved with a miser's the finest and best of these that came in ay, put them in small books with pretty pictures on the covers, and made little eyes and little ears glad for many a lonely heur when “mither was awa’.” _ Then I began to save little clippings to read to my pupils; poetry to lend to those scholars who never could find a “piece to speak,” so my scrap books grew, if not into “things of beauty,” at least into never failing joys. I have generally three books at a. time in the process of being filled; one for “news- paper poetry”——and where will you find sweeter, purer or better?——one for stories and ' one for biography and miscellany. I think my collection of poetry cannot be surpassed by any publication of “gems" or “collections.” As books of reference, my scrap books are unequaled, and are often a. sure source when libraries fail. No topic is untouched in them, and it is a common remark with my friends when my scrap book is brought forth to clinch an ar- gument: “IVe might as well give up—Mrs. B.’s scrap book always settles it.” Best of all, there is not a single impure word or joke, no lengthened accounts of scan- dal and murder, and they are a liberal educa- tion upon all the topics of this wonderful age in which we are living—Cleveland Leader. A Magnetic Trick Investigated. At frequently recurring intervals the daily press make announcements of the alleged wonderful “magnetic” qualities exhibited by certain individuals who are able to make various substances adhere to their hands without exerting any muscular pressure upon them. An investigation has been recently made by Dr. W. Simon, of Baltimore, which proves pretty conclusively that causes other than magnetism must be assigned to the ob- served facts. The subject examined was able to main- tain, by mere contact with the fingers, a weight of 2,500 grams, but it was shown that this power was exercised only on very smooth or highly polishedsubstances, glass being the most favorable in this respect. The cause as- signed by Dr. Simon to account for the ob- served facts, and which is probably the cor- rect one, is the well known adhesion between two bodies brought into such close contact as to exclude the air between them, the pressure of the atmosphere acting to maintain the bodies in contact. It is, therefore, only a question of the smoothness of the skin which would appear to be the qualification neces- sary to enable any one to manifest “mag- netic” properties. —N ew Orleans Picayune. Glass Eyes in Paris. The Paris trade in glass eyes must be avcry rich one, for every week there are nearly a thousand enamel eyes made in Paris. The manufacturers generally select a one eyed servant, replacing the organ of which he is deficient with one of the best articles of their manufacture. ’ When a client, a little frightened, perhaps, at the prospect of an operation, hesitates about confiding an eyelid to the instruments of the operator, the latter rings a bell and Jean Polyphemus makes his appearance. “IVhat do you think of this fellow?” asks the operator of his client. “Study his fea- tures, and tell me frankly what you think.” “He looks well enough.” answers the other, a little hesitatingly. “Well, Jean. reveal. your secreat to this gentleman.” Whereupon Jean introduces a knitting nee- dle under his eyelid, removes his eye, and places it in the hand of the astonished xc- tator as unconcernedly as though it were a. shirt stud—Chatter. A Horse Story. A very good and true story is reported with Professor Marsh in the title role. While walking on Prospect street near his home not long ago he remarked a horse attached to a dilapidated ash wagon, driven by an aged negro, which animal had on its leg a queer bone formation. The professor stopped the team, made a cursory examination of the protuberance, and concluded the interview by saying in a half joking way that when the horse died he would like that leg for scientific examination, and would give 35 for the same deliverd to his house. A couple of hours later, on his return home, he found a long, awkward bundle at his front door on the veranda, and it required no careful examination to reveal the leg of a horse. “You see, sah,” the owner of the ash wagon remarked, with a peculiar look in his eye, “do old horse he died.”-—-New Haven Palladium. A Husband’s Compliment. They were visitors for a few days at a country house, and on being shown into their room the lady, who was nearer 40 years of age than 30, prepared to take off her bonnet. Now, be it observed that looking glasses vary much in quality; some distort and some fiat- ter the countenance. These different qualities in glass making are no new things, for we may remember that when Queen Elizabeth was dying she asked for a. true glass, into which she had not allowed herself to look for twenty years. The glass that was on the dressing table on the occasion to which we refer was a delight.- ful one-that is to say, a “flattering” one— and as the lady saw herself reflected in it she merrily exclaimed; “Oh, what a charming glass! I look about 18 in it.” “It is just like my eyes then,” the husband promptly replied. —-Chicago Tribune. Roses in China. In no other part of the world has the culti. vation of roses been brought so nearly to per- fection as in China. The rose gardens of the emperor of the Flowery Kingdom are gor- geous in the extreme. The revenue obtained yearly from the oil of roses and rose water is enormous and a great addition to the imperial coffers. Only the members of the royal fam- ily and the nobility, high military officials, mandarins, etc., are allowed to have any of the utter of roses in their dwellings. Very severe punishment is meted out to the ordinary citizen in whose possession even a drop of the precious essence is found—Phila- delphia Times. _________.,__ An African Tooth Brush. The native African is noted for his fine white teeth; but, although cleanliness is pre- sumably a. virtue of civilization, the African does not keep his “ivories” clean without an effort. He uses a short stick of fibrous wood, which is chewed until the fibers of one end separate. and resemble bristles, and spends considerable time rubbing the end of this little stick over his teeth—New York J ournaL Tall buildings are not of modern origin, In Edinburgh, where houses standing on a declivity were higher on one side than the other, one is said to have been fifteen stories altogether in height. All, however, were burned down in a great fire which happened in 1700, after whichhirildings of twelve stories in height were substitutei.“ A civil engineer has Men 100 . , Niagara Falls over and his conclusion is that is good for 3,000,000 years. That’s long eno- any one performance to last, and the‘ of that generation can hunt for somet ug else. .— , tailor who made it. ' any tailor would sooner renovate a suit he A' 'crrv ' OF' Gem's.” ' ' How; the Mines Are Worked and the Ru. bles Sold by. the Natives. . Ratnapura, the cityof genus, is the center" of a district twenty or thirty miles square, in almost all of which a stratum of gravel six feet to twenty feet under the , surface ex- ists. Throughout this area gem pits are to be seen near the villages, some being worked, now others being abandoned. The natives work there in companies of six or eight, and pay a rupee per man per month for the privilege of working a. certain allotment, where they begin by working 03 a square of about ten feet. After removing about three feet of soil the sounding rod, a piece of iron about half an inch in diameter and six feet long, is used to sound for the gravel. If suc- cessful the digging is begun in earnest till about four feet deep. ' On the second day gravel is taken out by baskets, handed from one-man to another till all within the square is excavated. Should the miners find the soil fairly firm at the bottom of the pit, they tunnel all around for about two feet, drawing out the gravel and sending it up also to be heaped with the rest, which usually completes the work of the second day, a watchman remaining near it all night. On the third day it is all washed in wicker baskets by a circular, jerking mo- tion, which throws out all the surplus light stone and rubbish, till a good quantity of heavy gravel is left in the bottom, which is carefully examined. There is hardly abas- ketful that does not contain some gems of in- ferior value, which are usually sold by the pound for about nine rupees. Should no valuable stones be found another pit is sunk, and so on till one or two, or perhaps three, really valuable gems are unearthed, when the work is stopped and the whole party goes ofii to Ratnapura. with the prizes. If these are worth, say, a few thousand rupees, they are kept secret, only shown to one or two men of money, who make the owners an advance and look after the safe custody of the precious stones. ' Then the party, with the mortgagee, pro- ceeds to Columbo, or Italutava, where rich Moorish traders are summoned to purchase, and the gems soon find their way to London. The general public knows nothing about these transactions, and valuable gems are never heard of in Ceylon, and scarcely see the light of day till they reach Bond street. The natives have great fear of exposing their finds till they are sold, and they have most ex- traordinarily superstitious ideas about show- ing them. This system has been in vogue for centuries past. It is only occasionally one hears of any native having enterprise enough to dig a few feet below the first gravel to see if, by sounding, a second bed of gravel is within reach, for they fear the expense of bailing out water, which increases as the greater depth is attained, although the sec- ond gravel is well known to be much richer than the first—Ceylon Observer. ' Rural Superstitions. W'hite specks appearing on the nails may either be considered to indicate good luck or that the person so affected has told a false- hood. The appearance of a. white, foamy spot on the surface of a cup of coffee or tea indicates “money,” and should be immedi- ately swallowed intact. \Vhoever reads epi- taphs on tombstones will lose his memory. To rock a cradle when empty will entail an injury upon the child who should occupy it. To eat while a bell is telling for a funeral causes toothache. If a child be permitted to look into a mirror before it is twelve months old it will grow up proud. When children play soldiers on the roadside it forebodes the approach of war. Any one who is about to move into a new house should send in before— hand bread and a new broom. When a stranger enters a. room he should be permitted to sit, if only for a moment, as be otherwise takes away the children’s sleep with him. Owls booting in the neighborhood of a house are ominous of death. A man whose teeth are far apart should seek his fortune in some distant land. The crowing of a hen indicates approaching disaster. When a mouse gnaws a gown misfortune may be expected. —New York Herald._ Man and His Tailor. It isn’t often that a man complains of his tailor. Though the tailor may not have given the customer the fit which the customer de- sired, the customer will sulk in his suit and say nothing. A man will lose a button from his waistcoat or trousers and wait for his wife to sew it on before he will go to his tailor. When his suit begins to wear he will take it to a clothes cleaner instead of the I don’t know why, for had made. Men are generally impatient when they stand for measure. They want to get away as quickly as possible, and then they don’t come back unless it is to get the suit, and they prefer to have their clothes sent. —Interview in Chicago Times. \Vork \Vlll Help Yam lVork gives you an appetite for your meals, it lends solidity to your slumbers, it gives you a perfect and graceful appreciationof a holiday. There are young men who do not work, but the world is not proud of them. It does not know their names even; it simply speaks of them as “old Soandso’s boys.” The great busy world doesn’t know that they are there. So find out what you want to be and do, and take off your coat and make a dust in the world. The busier you are, the less harm you are apt to get into, the sweeter will be your sleep, the brighter and happier your holidays, and better satisfied will be the world with you.—R. J. Burdette. Did Ho Kill the Entire Bull? There is a certain merchant in Androscog- gin county, doing business at the present time, who in his early days was not noted for the brilliancy of his mind. - One day he dropped into the local meat shop, where the butcher Was slicing up a. re- cently killed ox. He walked around the shop a few times in a. pensive mood and then approached the wielder of the meat chopper and confidently said: “Say, Frank, do you kill a whole beef crit- ter at once?”—,—Lewiston Journal. A Descendant of Judas Iscarlot. It was believed in Pier della Vaile’s-time that a descendant of Judas Iscariot was'livo ing at Corfu, though the person who sufiered this imputation stoutly denied the truth of the genealogy. The man was subjected to all sorts of indignities and cruelties, and is believed to have been foully dealt with, an opinion strengthened by the fact that his house was burned shortly after his disappear- ance—St. Louis Republic. Nothing, if Not Practical. He—Is your low growing loss, darling? You did not embrace me with the old time fervor at the door this evening. She—I know I didn’t, dear. I saw you had a bouquet for me and I was afraid of smash- ing it.—Epoch. His Stock in Trade. “Smithers, the funnyman, is as cross as a bear this morning.” 4 “He can’t afford that. It won’t pay Smithers to get out of humor.”—Harper’s Bazar. NORWALK GAZETTE, WEDNESDAY, APRILo. l 1890. .__x_-——-—.— OF ‘, ~ ‘EMUTUA INSURANEE EU “P‘NY. OF NEW YORK. RICHARD A. McCURDY, President. :For the Year Ending December 31St, 1889 asss'rs, - . . Increase in Assets, Surplus, Increase in Surplus, Receipts, Increase during year, Paid Policy-Holders, Increase during year, Risks assumed, Increase during year, Risks in force, Increase during year, Policies in force, .01.; Increase during year, . . . . Policies Written in 1889, Increase over 1888, . . . . - $l36,40l .328 02 $10,319,174 46 $9,657,248 44 $1,717,184 81 $31,119,019 62 $4,903,087 10 $15,200,608 38 $473,058 16 $151,602,483 37 $48,388,222 05 $565,949,933 92 383,824,749 56 182,310 23,941 44,577 11,971 I... oun- .... , THE ASSETS ARE INVESTED AS FOLLOWS : Real Estate and Bond and Mortgage Loans, ' United States Bonds and other Securities, Loans on Collateral Securities, Cash in Banks and Trust Companies at interest, . . . . Interest accrued, Premiums deferred and in transit, etc, $69,361,913 13 $50,923,469 81 $9,845,500 00 $2,988,632 79 $3,881,812 29 $136,401,328 02 onto 00.! Liabilties (including Reserve at 4 per cent,) $126,744,079 58 I have carefully examined the foregoing statement and find the same to be correct. A. N. WATERHOUSE, Auditor. —-——_~._.._.._..__.__._...._. From the Surplus above stated a dividend will be apportioned as usual. Risks Assumed. Year. Risks Outstanding. Surplus. 1884. . . . .5 34,681,420... . $351,789,285 . . . $103,876.17 8.51. . . $4,743,771 1885.... 1886.... 1887.. .. 1888.... 1889.... New YORK, January 29th, 1890. 46,507,139.... 368,981,441.... 108,908,967.51.... 5012 634 56,832,713... 393,809,203... 114,181,963.24.... 5:643:568 69,457,463... 427,628,933... 118,806,851.88.... 6,294,442 103,214,261.... 482,125,184.... l26,082,153.56.... 7,940,063 151,602,483.... 565,949,934.... 136,401,328.02.... 6,557,248 Board of Samuel F. Sprouls, Lucius Robinson, Samuel D. Babcock, George S. 006, ' Richard A. McCurdy, James C. Holden, Herman C. van Post, Alexander H. Rice, Lewis May, Oliver Harriman, Henry W. Smith, Robert Olyphan’t, ’ George E. Baker, Joseph Thompson, Dudley Olcott, Frederick Cromwell, J ulien T. Davies, Robert Sewell, Trustees : S. VanRensselaer Curzon, Charles R. Henderson, George Bliss, Rufus W. Peckham, J. Hobart Herrick, Wm. P. Dixon, Robert A. Grannis, Nicholas C. Miller, Henry H. Rogers, Jno. W. Auchincloss, , Theodore Morford. William Babcock, Preston B. Plumb, William D. 'Washburn, Stuyvesant Fish, Augustus D. Juilliard, Charles E. Miller, James W. Husted. ROBERT A.- GRANN IS, Vice-President. ISAAC F. LLOYD, 2d Vice President. A. N. WATERHOUSE, Auditor. - WILLIAM J. EASTON, Secretary. FREDERICK SCHRODER, Asst. Secretary. EMORY MoCLINTOCK, LL.D., F. I. A. Actuary. JOHN TATLOCK, JR., Asst. Actuary. CHARLES B. PERRY, 2d Asst. Actuary. ‘ FREDERIC CROMWELL, Treasurer. JOHN A. FONDA, Assistant Treasurer. WILLIAM P. SANDS, Cashier. EDWARD P. HOLDEN, Assistant cashier. WILLIAM 'G. DAVIES, Solicitor. WILLIAM W. RICHARDS, Comptroller. MEDICAL DIRECTORS. GUSTAVUS S. WINSTON, M. D. WALTER R. 'GILLETT, M. 1)., E. ‘J. MARSH, 11.1), A. H. CAMP, Agent. Norwalk, Conn. JOHN W. NICHOLS. General Agent, New Haven, Conn.
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