30. 1890. NOR-WALK GAZETTE WEDNESDAY JULY wooos OF' YOUfH.' There dim and cool the mosses sloped Away, where guy. rhimes rise, When buds to fairy 9s 6ped Their honeyed lips iii—dumb surprise. Rare songs from feathery singers dripped, Half lazily, like languid showers, When clouds in temierness have dipped 'l‘o bathe the faces of the flowers. Fretted by stone and trailing vine A rivulet slipped through the green, Cool stillness, and in dreams divine I bowed to listen and to lean. Out o’er its deeply matted way, For inthe rhythm of its flow I caught the music of a lay. I dropped down boyhood‘s long,r ago. And leaning—longing but to hear The liquid flow of that lost air— I saw a face reflected clear, Deep shaded o‘er with auburn hair A face I lost when youth broke o‘er .1 fragrant hedge or roses white, To trail ’mid labyrinths that bore Hope‘s flowers sparkling in the light. Is =|¢ a: :k. :: it h, woods of youth, with memory‘s stream Threading thy fragrance with a tear, I linger in thy lap and seem To hold my vanished boyhood here. Omaha World—Herald. TALE OF A JAGUAR. T] Tilly Mr. Thomas llanscom is the junior part- ner in the great coffee and spice house of Hanscom, Blackstone in Co, of New York, Chicago, Omaha, Kansas City and San Francisco. The senior partner is Mr. Joseph Hanscom, who lives at Lake View, near Chicago. Until within the last two years Thomas has had the management of the Omaha house; the other member of the firm, Mr. Blackstone, was the pur- chasing agent at Rio J aneiro. It was just adittle over two years ago that a dispatch arrived announcing his death. It came, too, at a particularly inopportune moment. Thomas, on the day previous, had mar- ried a very charming young lady, Lydia Lathrop, of Council Bluffs, and the intel— ligence of his uncle’s death necessitated that the newly made husband—who, by the way, had only become acquainted with his bride some six weeks before marriage ~should without a moment’s delay take the train to New York and thence sail for Rio. The affair was pressing. Mr. Black- stone’s death would certainly throw the business into confusion, and any hesita- tion on the part of the home partners might imperil the future of the firm. “Go at once, my dear boy,” wrote Mr. Joseph Hanscom to his son, “and send wourwife to me. Iwould go myself, but my health will not permit me.” There was no help for it. Mr. Hanscom, .Tr., felt that he must go; so go he did, putting the best face on the matter and bidding his poor young wife a very long and tender farewell. She settled down in ' h rnew home and he for many months ii. :te'rwafl'l worked hard at his desk in Rio, arranging the worldly affairs of his dead uncle, and from time to time sending home reports of his progress and sending his love to Lydia. Two years, in fact, lapsed ere he was able to return, and then he returned as he had gone, without a moment’s notice. Unforeseen circumstances suddenly left him free, and unwilling to lose a. day he irflkg -. ill-st homeward bound steamer, fvhic‘h . it apposed, pas also taking to Richmond a letter writ en a few days earlier, in which he regretted to his wife that the pressure of business would not Ieavchim at liberty for at leastamonth. He traveled home without adventure and in due course landed in New York, and without. having written a word of warn- ing to Lydia hurried on next morning to Lake View. Just why he did not write. or telegraph is not known; perhaps he thought his sudden appearance would agreeably surprise his wife, or perhaps he was too excited to be able to think at all. But in any case he neither wrote nor telegraphedasingle word of preparation. He. arrived in Chicago, but was at the mine he had purchased, before his depart— ure, in Omaha. It was one of the most lovely f June days, and he was walk— ing eagerly up the carriage drive leadingr to the lwmse, when, happening to cast his gaze is zen-d the upper windows, he caught sight u: a fair, white, draped figure that was watering some flower plants that '3‘ "'; a row on the sill. lie at once i the figure as that of his wife Chili: to utter a cry of salutatiou -.:nn: c:m.-;cio:1.~j. :"zid not that. sip,- ;2 him, for with :3re::ci.'ul modesty .zzi'cw from the xx'imlaxv and disap- , “:9 won as she became :.-:-n:::~i<u:s of ' ‘3'. struck him. :. foolish. but not wholly unnat— . lie. would pretend to l):- some one else—a friend, say, of her husband’s-— and would ask to sec her as such. Of course she would at once recognize his voice, but then the surprise and consequent pleasure would he the more complete. To the serv- ant who appeared he announced that he had just. returned from Brazil and desired to see Mrs. Hanscom. He gave no name, but he was admitted and shown into the reception room, where in-some perturba- tion of mind he awaited the appearance of the wife from whom he had been so long and so cruelly separated. “I suppose that she will know me,” be reflected, “although I am considerably tanned and have grown a very large beard, but I suppose that will make no difference, and she would know me in my shirt sleeves and with both legs cut off at the knees. On the other hand, she thinks I am still in Rio, for she must have had my letter this morning. I hope my sudden appearance won’t upset her.” Here his thoughts were switched aside by the unmistakable sound of rustling skirts in the passage without, and as the door opened he voluntarily turned and gazed into the garden. “May I offer you a voice behind him. “0, no; not at all,” he returned, facing his wife for an instant, and then hastily resuming his survey of the garden. Mrs. Hanscom did not in the least rec- ; ognize her husband. Tom turned around atllast, conscious that even his nervous— i mass was not an excuse for his rudeness. “The fact is, Mrs. —” “My name is Hanscom.” “Oh! thank you—yes! The fact is that I am not yet entirely reconciled to this abominable climate. I—ah—that is to say, a man who has existed in groves of mango with-the thermometer standing doggedly atj102 in the shade,~is-—ah; but I dare say you understand.” ' “Oh, perfectly, Mr. —-,—. I think I have not the pleasure of knowing your, name.” “W110 am I." thought Thomas. ‘ “My name,” said be after a pause, “is Thomp- 3011.” “Yes, my husband writes that the heat in Brazil has been excessive. Possibly, Mr. Thompson, you may have called to give me some news of him. I hope so, at least.” “That- is satisfactory,” thought Mr. chair?” said a soft Hanscom. “The lapse of two years has not changed her love for me.” ' “Yes,” he said aloud, “I can give you some news of him, for a month ago I saw him in Rio.” “Indeed? How delightfuk1 Do sit down, Mr. Thompson. It is very pleasant to meet any one who has seen my husband so re- cently. How was be?” “He was,” he said, with deliberate hesi- tation, “as well as could be expected?” “As well as could be expected?” repeated Mrs. Hanscom, With alarm. “Do you mean that he has been ill?” “\Vell, not exactly ill,” prevaricated Tom, who had not yet quite made up his mind just what to say. “But do I understand you‘7 Tell me, please, what has happened to him.” Mr. Hanscom wondered what the end would be. He heartily wished that his wife would recognize him and settle the difficulty by throwing her arms around his neck. “Nothing very serious,” said he. “I dare say he has told you that he has be- come very fond of jaguar hunting!” “Ah, jaguars! Tell me, Mr. Thompson, tell me!” “Well, he went out jaguar hunting one day, as usual—ah—he was accompanied only by his servant. They entered the brush—ah—. Suddenly, and without Warn- ing, a huge female—ah—jaguar sprang upon your husband and—ah—borc him to the earth. The native fled for assistance; help arrived; the victim was found faint from loss of blood, with the right arm torn from its socket, his left eye destroyed, and the calf of his left leg—ah—deeply scored by the ferocious claws of the cruel monster.” “Dear me, how alarming,” commented Mrs. Hanscom, and the exclamations seem so slight after the awful story that Mr. Hanscom felt seriously disappointed. “That fully accounts for his low spirits. His right arm”———— “Yes, torn out of the socket. He has learned to write with his left hanc .” “Ah, dreadful! and his left eye de« stroyed?” “Yes, he wears a glass eye, poor fellow!” “It must be agony. And the calf of his leg deeply scored? Terrible misfortune! And when you left him how was he? Will he survive?” A new light seemed tobreak upon Mr. Hanscom. Did his wife want him to survive. He felt by no means sure of it. “It is impossible to say with certainty,” he said, but you must hope for the best. Let me beg of you, my dear Mrs. Hanscom, to keep up your spirits.” “Oh, I don’t see why I should be mis- erable. There is very pleasant society about here; and you know there are as good fish in the sea ever came out of it.” Tom’s worst suspiciods , were by this time more than confirmed. “. .. e hearl‘r less woman!” he thought. “T is is how she receives the news of my being man— gled and disfigured.” But still unwilling to give up hope, he continued aloud: “Poor fellow, I assure you that in his delirimn your name was very often on his ii 5.” “Indeed? ' Then he has not quite for— gotten me?” “Forgotten you?” repeated Tom, his feelings for the moment getting the better of him. “Oh, no! I think it is but the lot (if few women to have a husband so utterly devoted to her.” “And of few men to have a wif 9’— “Sb charming,” said Tom, finishing the sentence. ' Oh, Air. Thompson! Of course you will stay to luncheon. Do, to please me. You know that a woman hates solitude little less than smallpox. . One moment. . I will just go and give the necessary orders,” and she quitted the room. , “Well, this is awful,” reflected her hus— hand. “She reminds me that there are as good fish in the sea. as ever came out of it. I suppose she would like to marry some one else. I believe I will leave her at once and never let her know the truth.” His meditations were cut short by the return of his wife. Her style of conversa- tion made Tom more and more reckless, and he launched into an account of an im- aginary picnic where he had broken the hearts of several pretty girls and had be— haved in a highly reprehensible manner. “It must have been very delightful,” said his wife, “I wish I had been there. I have nice times here sometimes, and as u .51 ‘.‘."\Jlll.‘l.ll I ask whom I like to my louse. You must come and sup with me again, Mr. Thompson.” peared to get despondent and blue she told him that he was too good looking to give up, and that; she would give him all her ssg,'mpzitli_‘.'. - '1 “I am not worrying myself a bit,” cried L ‘om. “I am glad to hear it,” returned she, “I don’t worry myself. Cozy suppers and” ------ “The probable death of your husband.” “Oh, I am philosophical. ”We only lived mgethcr a short time. \Vhat am I to him? \Vhat is he to me? Life is still before me.” “I wonder if she would like to get up a flirtation with me,” thought Tom. “Ah!” he said aloud, “if I thought I might hope for a little of your sympathy”— “Surely it would be unwomanly of me to refuse it.” Tom drew his chair a little nearer. “Can’t you give just a little of y ur sym- pathy and love to me?” said Tom. She gave a scarcely perceptible token of assent, when Tom sprang up and con- fronted her. “W’hat would your betrayed husband think of this? You are a vicious woman. I have no respect for you.” “Then why did you ask for my love?” “Because I wished to assure myself that you were the vicious woman I now know you to be.” “Are you going, Mr. Hanscom?” (meekly). “Yes, I had better go; it is for the best; we could not be happy. Good-by,” and he started for the door. “Good-by,” she echoed, and continued in another tone, “but, Tom”— “Tom? Who told you my name was that?” “You did, two years ago, you goose.” "And you know me, Lydia; you have known me all along?” “No; I did not know you until you told that tremendous story about the jaguar. Then there was no mistaking you.” Then they forgave each other and loved—Cecil Hastings in Omaha 'World-Herald. A Message from the Sea. Lucy—You have really been down at the bottom of the ocean in a. diving bell! cw delightful! What did you see? Charlie—A dreadful sight. A wreck of a steamer, full of dead people. In the cabin a ghastly group was seated abOut the table. One held a signed paper in his hand Lucy (faintly)—-Wha.t was it? . Charlie—A testimonial to the captain’s bravery in averting disaster.—-Pittsburg . Bulletin. There is a real floating island in Norway lake, Me. It has an area of one and one‘ eighth acres, formed'of a. quagmire made up of a mass of roots, weeds and fibers and a growth of small trees. It has for years been a breeding place for hens, ducks and other birds. time. ”When Tom fllrg -... ., THE WATCH CRYSTAL’ CHANGES SINCE‘ THE DAYS OF GRANDFATHER’S BULL’S EYE. Some of the Details of Their Manufact- ure—First Factory in the United States. The Price Drops from a Dollar Apiec’e to a. Dollar :2. Gross. “Ah, there goes another crystal.” “Why don’t you get a hunting case?” “Because I prefer the open face, even if they are more expensive.” This conversation was overheard the other day between two gentlemen who were playing billiards in a Tremont street hotel. Here, thought the writer, is a subject of interest to readers, and straightforward he visited the rooms of one of the oldest, if ;not the oldest, dealers in watch crystals in the city. He Was found on Court street, up one flight, in a room which was a ver- itable curiosity shop. On one side. of the room was a line of grandfather clocks whose voices had not been heard for half a century. The dust lay on them in ridges, and their old yellow - faces looked. solemn and sad. Some were Without hands, while others were in cases warped anal seamed by age. “Can I see the proprietor of. this estabx lishment 3” inquired the newspaper man. One of the bent figures arose from his bench in response. A snow white beard flowed down his chin, and a pair of steel bowed spectacles rested on the tip of his nos “féondnct this shop,” said he. “W'hat is wanted?” “I came to ask you a few questions to lating to watch crystals,” responded the scribe. . “Oh, yes. Well, you will find me pretty well acquainted with the business.” “What style of crystal was sold in 1834, or about the days when you first went into business?” “The principal one was the Lunettc for ’both open faced and hunting cases. The watches were known as bull’s eyes. The Lunettc was invented by a Frenchman of ' that name, and he must have done an enor- mous business, as the whole watch wear- ing world was a customer of his. These old fash19ned timepieces had detachable cases, and when your grandfather perform- ed the important duty of winding up his , old ticker, just us the sun was sinking in the west, he would remove the outer cover‘ ing, hang it on his thumb, adjust the key, and then solemnly and Slowly tighten the spring for another twenty-four hours’ ser- vice. The crystals of the bull’s eye had to be very high in the center because the post to which the hands were adjusted stood up nearly a quarter of an inch.” “Will you give me the process of manu- facturc?” “\Vith pleasure. It should be under- stood, in the first place, that the finest 'quality of glass is necessary, and, in order to make the business profitable, the factory must be located contiguous to a rich bed of silica or pulverized flint. I am now speaking more particularly of the present The glass is taken from the ovens on the blow pipe, and a large globe, the size of a half barrel, formed. “\Vhen cool this is taken by the operator and, with a heated piece of thin iron, he traces a line around the globe and then quickly lifts it above his head. The sudden change of temperature causm the. glass to separate where the heated metal has been in contact. This is continued until the entire sphere has been made into hoops or hands. These are then out into squares the size. of the crystal it is designed to pro- duce. “The process is to place these squares on a wheel covered with buckskin, which is made to revolve under a stationary rod, in the end of which is a diamond. This oper- uiion produces the disk. These are then placed on blocks of soapstone, with round- ed tops, and put into a little oven at a white heat, where they remain about a minute. This softens the glass, and it set- tles down upon the soapstone, conforming itself exactly to the mold. The crystals are now ready for the grinders, who bring llum «1-;an to a sharp edge so that they shall 22: snugly into the bezel.” ' ~ v :er the various styles of crystals .:;~;.t lime. designated?“ we. have the Geneva, which is stop nod and quite- thin. Then the Geneva, made in the same form, but with a. small polished space- iu the center. '5 ‘1' bull's eye is high crowned, also with a dud “enter. Then there is the thick . This is ilzst on top and very . They have been in vogue for about Laurivc years, and were brought out, I be- li: vc, in answer to demands made necessary by the great popularity of the open face watch. The edges are ground down so as 1'..- "I : ehrwzoincttr bezel. They are very strong, and will stand a great deal of hard usage before breaking. The miconcave has a very slight swell, and is used mostly in ladies’ watches. The thick iniconcave is for gentlemcn’s open faced timers. The thick concave is made heavy and ground out on the under side and has a flat top. Then there is also the thin concave, which is almost flat. The Lunettc is oval or crowned, running in height from 1 to S. The Verge glass was used largely in the old bull’s eye.” “What are the diameters of the various crystals?” “They run from O to 34, 0 being about the size of a ten cent piece and 34 measur- ing 2 5—16 inches.” The speaker here went to a drawer in a. cabinet and fished out a dusty package, and upon opening it showed the writer a. crystal almost large enough for a town clock. “I manufactured these myself,” said he as he held one of them up to the light. “They are made of the finest glass possible to obtain.” “You were then in the manufacturing business?” “Yes. In 1844 I opened asmall factory in “Tilliamsburg, N. Y., and these g1aSses I am now showing you were a part of my product. In those days a. crystal was worth about a dollar, and I concluded they could be produced in this. country at a much lower figure. I broached the matter of starting a factory here, but all my friends spoke very disparagingly of the project, saying it was impossible to make a salable crystal on this side of the Atlantic. I was not discouraged, however, by these pessi- mistic views and went right along and carried out my proposition to a successful conclusion, but kept what I was doing to myself. “It soon began to be noised about that I was underselling the market and one of the greatest wonders of the time was to know how I managed to do business at "such ruinous figures,” and the old white haired dealer gave a little chuckle as his memory went back to the days of his hapfiby venture. _ - . ‘ ow do present prices compare With those. of the old time?” ' “Why, I can buy crystals now at $1 a gross. Of course these are the cheaper , ades. The miconcave and their class run rom $1.50 to $2 a gross and even higher.”- Boston Herald. | l. l i l J THE FESTIVE ‘ BURGLAR. ‘ How I Lay Awake for Two Months to Head Him 01. What would you’do if you heard a bur- lar in the house? To me that question has occurred amill- ion times, more or less. The first time it flashed athwart my brain I bought a bull- dog revolver and a Spanish dirk. On sec- ond thought I added a baseball bat to the equipment, and then for six nights I lay awake planning how I would softly draw on some indispensable garments, seize the revolver in one hand, the club in the other and capture or otherwise dispose of the burglar. The dirk I would carry in my teeth—I saw no other way. Strange to say, this armament and my well laid plans did not bring the peace pf mind I had expected. The more I prowled around the more agitated I became. Twice I shot at the cat and once I gave the hall hat rack a wicked stab, taking it for a bur- glar. Then my wife suggested in the interests of my health that I put up a burglar alarm and not get up until I had to. The blamed thing went off every time anybody came in or went out, day or night, and I got so ’tired of the eternal clatter that I cut the wires and substituted some unpatented de« vices of my own. I hung a fiatiron on the key of the front door so that it would fall into a dishpan placed underneath; two pokers stood against the back door, arranged so as to fall at the slightest touch, and at various out of the way places I placed baskets filled with cheap crockery, tinware and other articles, so that the burglar would step into or against them—at least I fer- vently hoped he would—and give me warn- ing of his advept. But these schemes didn’t work much better than the burglar alarm. Everybody I knew got in the habit of calling on me after I had retired, and of course I would forget the flatiron and send it clatter-lug into the dishpan, necessitating awkward explangtlons, and once it clattered down catty toes. The cat made a. regular prac- tice of knocking down the burglar warn- ing pokers, and f my wife stepped intothe alarm baskets once she did twenty times. The result was that I fell back on my re- volver, club and dirk. I also bought me a watchman’s rattle. ’Ihvo nights later I heard a noise, and looking outof the Win- dowsaw a. man trying my front door. ‘I fired at him, and the answering howl in- "formed me that I had missed my neighbor Brindlawho had been sitting up with asick man—or, at least, he said he had. Three nights later I sprang the rattle on my Wife’s aunt, who came from Poughkeepsie on a late train, and she was so angry that she wouldn‘t stay more than three weeks and my wife thinks we are cut out of her will. Things went on in this fashion for a month or two, until the neighbors began to circu- late a petition asking meto move out of the war . So I told my wife that when I heard a burglar in the house the plan of campaign would be as follows: I would first raise the window sash, making as much noise as possible in doing so, and spring the rattle with a firm and determined hand. I would then give the burglar “two minutes to leave the house. If he still remained among the silverware I would advance into the upper hall, beat the stair railing fiercely with a baseball bat and fire three or four shots downstairs. I was firmly convinced that no burglar could withstand such a deter- ".mined attack, and after it had been clearly outlined beyond the possibility of a mis- take I slept peacefully for the first time in three months. The very next morning, when I went downstairs to light the fire, I encountered a bare sideboard, and further search re- vealed the fact that my domicile had been ransacked from cellar to garret. It was a clean scoop. Well, there was one consolation. Now I know what I would do if a burglar broke into my house. I’d sleep—New York W'orld. One Use for the Iron Bar. Most of travelers on the elevated rail- roads have noticed that dangling from the railing, within handy reach of the ticket chopper’s seat, isa policeman’s night stick. Of its use nothing need be said. How many of the 500,000 that travel daily on these lines have ever noticed a short bar of iron, some six to eight inches in length, which hangs alongside the night stick? But there it is. There is one for every track at each station. It may be lmaginml that they are placed there to give the coup de grace when the night stick has splintered on some stub- born head. Not at all. The writer by chance learned one use of them the other night at an up town station. It was quite late; a train had just- gone, down town when suddenly from that side of the sta— tion came five sharp raps of one, metal striking another, answered at once by the ticket chopper on the uptown side taking down his small iron bar and striking one of the supports of the station five taps also. “What’s the meaning of that?” was asked. ' “Oh, Mr. Smith has gone down the line and Tim over the way spotted him and we are just signalling the fact down the line.” “Who is Mr. Smith?” “Why, Mr. S. S. Smith, the inspectOr of the line. See?” he said, showing the iron bar; “five taps with this means he is on his way down town and six taps are given when he is going up. The operators send it on, so that he seldom catches any of us asleep.”—-New York Tribune. How Sound Waves Are Caught. Whenever I went into Music hall, at the exposition, I puzzled myself with theories about the use to which those six wires, running across the parquet, from gallery to gallery, were put. I asked one friend after another, and each knew as little about the purpose of the wires as I. At last I went to a musician and he told me. The wires are there for the purpose of catching the sound waves from the orches- tra as they go out into the body of the house, breaking them and scattering them about the house. If the wires did not in- tercept the waves there would be an echo from the walls in the front and from the galleries—Interview in St. Louis Globe- Democrat. The eniperor of China sleeps on a bed of carved wood magnificently inlaid with gold and ivory. It is said concerning the Chinese court that the strictest observance of etiquette extends even to the parents of the monarch, who on visiting their son dare not omit to bend the knee, while the younger brother of his celestial majesty is subject to Observances~ no less rigid. The neWest thing in automatic machipgs in the London streets supplies a‘gre‘éter want than most of its rivals. F0}: height of our money it. offers the public a'glass'éf filtered water. Garrick married a .dancer, who proved an estimable 'woman, and was never left by her husband a single day in tiventy- eight nearest: tlcinman'iedlifa. ANCIENT SIGNATURES.“ ‘ The Manor ‘in Which Potentates of Old A'filxed Their Names to a Paper. The practice of signing as a mode of giv- ing formal assent to written contracts or charters is as old as, and in one sense older, than the art of handwriting. Among all people the act of authenticatinga docu- ment was accomplished by the most illiter- ate persons either by afl‘ixing a stamp with the Signet ring they carried or by imitat- ing the process of signing 'by some other rude device. Conspicuous among these more rustic sign manuals was that which Gibbon mentions as adopted by Theodoric, the great Ostrogoth, king of Italy. He had a gold plate made on which the first few letters of his name were cut in Greek characters, and when a paper had to be signed by him the plate was laid upon it and his masjesty, passing the pen along the paper in the interstices of the metal, traced by these means the royal signature, which he could never remember in any other way. A still more barbarous and ungainly de~ vice was that which was invented, or at least practiced, by the Turkish sultans of Iconium, when that city was their capital. They simply dipped their hand in the bowl of ink presented to them. and lay- ing it flat upon the. paper or papyrus left the indelible impress of it in gigantic and conspicuous outlines. A somewhat simi— lar habit is reported from Farther India, were land owners are, or were at a recent date, accustomed to dip their thumbs in the sandal dye, and by pressing it on the paper leave their sign manual, or as in this case, it would perhaps be termed their sign—digital. This'is the case with the rajahs who can- not even write their names; but it is said that in another part of India a Brahmin that was highly educated resorted to a practice very like that of the lconian sul- tans whenever it washis intention to make a very generous and comprehensive grant, the character of which he thought would be the best typified by a mark made with the open hand smeared with ink. The origin of the mark with which illiterates now sign is enveloped in some doubt; but it would be quite wrong to suppose that the cross they now use was employed in very early times. On the contrary, it is said that for many centuries after the "Dark Ages” those who could not a ord to wear aring or keep a signet use to make a special and peculiar mark, such as an arrowhead, in which it was supposed, and perhaps rightly, that their autographs could be recognized—St. Louis Republic. The Motor Caliglla. Tear out the heart of a human being quickly and it will continue to beat for some seconds after it has. been parted from the body. A frog’s heart will pulsate for twenty-four hours after R has been taken 1;er the batrachian. Ignorant persons suppose this to mean that the heart is still alive, and their notion is very natural. But the fact is merely that there are in the frog’s heart certain groups of move- ment nerves, called “motor ganglia,” which keep on agitating the organ until they are starved out by want of nutrition, though no actual life is present. There are motor ganglia in the human heart also, but they are notso strong in their action. \Vhen the flesh of a turtle is cut up in pieces fora stew the scraps continue to quiver for many hours. The popular no- tion is that the turtle is so tenacious of ex- istence that it keeps on living, though chopped up. In reality the fragments of the motor nerves in the flesh, stimulated by cutting, keep up an automatic move- ment. Galvanism was accidentally dis- covered through the chance contact of an electric Wire with a frog’s leg on Galvini’s table. A human being dead for quite a. while may be affected in like manner by the electric current—\Vashington Star. Standard of the Prophet. There is some controversy as to the pres- ent whereabouts as well as to the actual composition of the famous “Standard of Mohammed,” the “Sanyak—Sherif” or sa- cred fiag of Mohammcdism. According to The North German Gazette it is in the mu— seum of artillery at Turin, Italy. The Ga— zette says that it was formerly in the mosque of Abou Ayoub, Constantinople, but that Baron Team, the Sardinian am— bassador, purchased it in the year 1839 and sent it to King Charles Albert. The same account says that it is of red silk, with sev- eral verses from the Koran embroidered upon it in yellow letters, and that its height is slightly over 0 feet and its width 4% feet. A. correspondent for one. of the big London dailies, who claims to have re- cently seen the sacred emblem in the so- ruglio, says that it is of yellow silk, and that it was formerly one of the flowing curtains that adorned the room of Moham- med’s favorite wife. \ Thoughts on the Ocean ‘Wave. Somehow you never realize the great bigness of this world until you are stretched out on a steamer chair and look at the vast expanse of water all about you. It makes you feel as you never felt before, how little you are and how big God is. It makes you wonder how many times that great mon- ster, the deep, has taken into its arms women who are happy and those who are not, little children who are loved and great, strong men who had thought nothing could conquer them. You wonder who the first man was that went arsailing and where he got his courage. You wonder whether people realize the difference be- tween going across the ocean now and crossing it twenty—five years ago, and then you wonder if everybody ever does remem- ber all their mercies—London Letter. Power of Sunlight. Experiments by means of photographic plates in the Mediterranean sea. show that in the middle of a sunny day in summer the rays of the sun do not penetrate the waters of that sea to a depth of more than 150 fathoms. In September the dis- tance penetrated is much reduced, the de- pression on the plates at the above depth not being greater than that made by star- light—St. Louis Republic. A New Trust. Young Suitor (nervously approaching the subject)—Mr. Bond, your daughter is just—just the very sweetest girl in the world, and 1—— Pater (benignantly)—And you want me to make a sort of sugar trust out of you? Well, take her and be happyl—Pittsbu'rg Bulletin. 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