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WEEKLY NEWSPAPER, DEVOTED TO POLITICS, ART, LITERATURE, AGRICl
!, STOCK RAISING, AND
ENCOURAGEMENT OF
VOLUME III.
HAjXETSVILLE, TEXAS, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 15, 1874.
Bragg
HEARTSEASE.
Of all the bonny buds that blow
In bright or cloudy weather,
Of all the flowers that come and go
The whole twelve moons together,
his little purple pansy brings
of the sweetest, saddest
This
Thoughts o]
things.
I bad a little lover once,
Whe used to give me posies:
His eyes wire blue hs hyacinths,
His.lips were red as roses:
And everybody loved tp praise
His pretty looks and winsome ways.
The girls that went to school with me
Made little jealous speediest
Because he brought me royally
His biggest plums and peaches;
And always at the door would wait
To carry home my books and slate.
"They could not see"—with pout and fling—
"The mighty fascination
About that little snub-nosed thing
To win suoh admiration;
As if there werta'tli dozen girls
• With nicer eyes and longer curls 1
And this I knew as well as they,
And never could see clcuriv
Way, more than Murian or May,
I should be loved so dearly.
80 once I asked him, why was this?
He only jmswered with kiss,
Until I teased him—* 'Tell me wbyj
1 want to know the reason,''
When from the garden-bed close by
(The pttnfiegftvefe in season) , /
He plucked und gave a flower to me,
With sweet and simple gravity.
<'The garden is in bloom," he said, *r •
"WTth lilies pale and clender,
With roses and verbenas red,
And fuchsias' purple spjtaidoff
But over and above the reat,
This little heartsease suits me best."
"Am I your little heartsease, then?"
I asked with blushing pleasure.
He answered Yes and Yes again—
Heartsease and dearest treasure.
And the round world and all the sea
Held nothing half so sweet to me!
I listened with a proud delight
Too rare for words to capture,
Nor ever dreamed what sudden blight
Would come to chill my rapture.
Could I foresee the tender bloom
Of punsies round a little tomb?
Liie holds some stern experience,
As most of lis discover, •
And I've had other lessons since
1 lost my little lover:
But still this purple pansy brings
Thoughts of'the saddest, sweetest things.
SPONGE-CAKE.
Lottie IIanscom eat on the back porch
of her mother's house. Abasfyit of pease
half shelled Was beside her, and she was
abstractedly tossing empty- pods at the
heavy-hefliled popples in the garden bor-
der. When the time for summer boarders
came Lottie had to be 11 second girl;"
and a very piquant little house-maul she
looked, with her black cuHs pushed Into a
net, and her bright calico skirt fastened
back. She was humming in a low tone,
and listening between times to the gay
laughter of the group on the front piazza,
where three young ladies were embroider-
ing with Berlin wools and two gentlemen
lounged on the steps smoking.
The air she was humming was a sad one,
but she felt merry enough. It is true that
she was a little tired with her morning's
work, and a little indolent because of the
heat of the day. It is true too that she
was conscious of a faint twinge of envy
when Mr. Davenport's barouche was
drawn up to therhouse py a pair of pant-
ing horses, and its owner, leaping to the
ground, assisted a lady companion to
alight.
Lottie would have liked to go riding in
a barouche with—well, with some one
who was net Mr. Davenport. It is a pity
the " some one" in question could not
have seen the crimson deepen in her cheeks
as she pulled the basket of pease toward
her and commenced the song over again:
"Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon,
lio w can ye bloom sae fresh and fair ?''
A step and voice behind her arrestad the
next Words on her lips. Turning, she
I Tirp* fMt* &
" Why, Mr. Davenport, I—I— Of course
Idol"
" Well, I don't want you to like me,
don't like you."
Her puzzled and somewhat resentful
glance made him smile, Re continued,
bending so near that a fringe of hair brush-
ed Lottie's curl's:
" I believe you know already what I
mean. You little coy, black-eyed sprite. I
love you. Didn't you guess It before I
told you?"
The garden, the over-hanging vines, and
the sky whirled before Lottie's eyes.
Love hér?—tira1 rich Mr. Davenport, who
had more money than he knew what to
do with! Love her? She was too much
amazed to resist when he took her'hands
in his, or to comprehend the disconnected
sentence which confirmed -his declaration.
The first words she heard distinctly were
uttered by lips that almost touched her
cheek: IT * "
"Will you marry me?*'
"That Isn't answering my question.
Poor, little stained fingers 1 they shall
never do. any more hard work* How
would you like to be a rich lady, Lottie?"
He saw the-quick sparkle in her eyes.
Ah, how beautiful! To dress, to drive, to
dance, to'se&a thousand'things she bad
heard of! She letthexlasplng arm draw
her closer and closer, and,
touch hers once. The clump of 1
in the garden like a
prophecy of
ir she would.
.the way wltl
womaCwfil
cigar in the other.
"All the birds seem to be singing on this
side the house, Miss Lottie."
" Yes," was the demure reply. " Silas
says there are two oriole nests in those
elms. They're very pretty singers."
Mr. Davenport did not see the mischief
in Lottie's downcast eyes. He was more
amused than vexed by her literal response.
" Will you allow me to sit down here
awhile? Perhaps they may go on sing-
ing."
Lottie made no objection, only shelled
pease very vigorously. When Mr. Daven-
port had seated himself thus bringing his
nair, which was already beginning to bo
streaked with gray, on a level with the top
of the basket, she did cast a sly glance of
admiration at the heavy gold chain at his
side and the rings that adorned the hand
, with which he was wiping his heated face.
" It's excessively warm. Can't I help
you with those pease, Miss Lottie ? ft
is a pity to stain such prétty fingers as
yours."
Lottie blushed, more at his glance than
his words, and replied, hastily,
'• Oh no, certainly not; I'm used to it."
"But you don't like house-work, do
* you? *Qu)d as lief somebody else would
shell tbfijicase, and so forth ? Eh ?"
" Why, yes. That's of course."
" Ah! rm'glafl you're^frank with me.
Do you know I've been curious about you
J often,"wben-welve all been enjoying, our-
selves, and you've been working away
hard like a good little Cinderella? Do
Sou know I've actually worn a path un-
er the kitchen windows trying to get a
peep at you ?"
"No," said Lottie, With a frank look of
surprise: but something in Mr. Daven-
port's answering gaze suddenly caused her
to bend over the basket, to hide the vexéd
color that burned on hes cheeks.
"Miss Lottie?" n
' The..yolce was almost a whisper, and
hand softly frtefl.M'Br&W away the
of pease.
" Well, sir?" :
" Put these away awhile, and let me talk
,. to you."
■" " Why, I'm lístente# Kir1' fhp',n't
the pease ready for dinner I"
Nevertheless, she let blm put the. basket
'''one side, only-saying, with • nervous at-
JÍ?. 'Dfttnnpbrt deliberately took the
basket's place at'hdrsidft.awj, bending bis
dark, bearUwJ.fkce very near her own, an-
aurapad ' ' 'i lit f.TJ:
! basket
have
.. -jgfj c Hoé can I be
Miss Lottie, when you show s
that you don't like me V
onttftilrvl
0 plainly
gl<
the Wealth she
No inore cali
instead-r >} ■ Tí J1 ci'.i
"Are you never going to tell me yes?"
Some answer that Lottie. managed to
utter earned her so many kisses that she.
struggled again to-rise.
«t me go, please"!" she entreated,
scarlet with shame. , >i • '
"Well, I want to put this ring on your
finger. There! and now-"jn-j-
u approaching footstep startled them.,
Mr. Davenport rose hastily, and Lottie too
sprang to ner ' feet. Susan;. the house-
maid, appeared in the doorway, and Mr.
Davenport turned abruptly down the gar-
den path.
"Be them pease shelled, Miss Lottie?''
"No, but almost. What time Is It ?"
"Eleven -and a quarter."
Lottie went to ¡work In' serious earnest,
despite her excitement: but she was fated
to have another;lnterruptiOn, in'tht£&ntpe
of a tall, blue-eyed youth, who came up
the garden path with several fish dangling
from a rod. •
"There!" he said, dropping these on
the pease.'
" What in the world-is the matter with
yout"
"Nothing," said Lottie, freeing herself
desperately, as the odor of a cigar was
waited toward then, and the top or a
beaver hat became visible at the extreme
end of the garden walk. " Go away—oh,
do go away!"
"I'll go when you've answered. It is a
little thing enough to ask. Just say yes
Ifor no. I tell you I love you; you know I
do. I'm a poor .man, but I can make my
wife comfortable, and I'jn certain I can
make her happy. Lottie, I was sure you
cared for me this morning; If you say you
don't, I never shall b« happy again. Say
yes or no."
. What Lottie meant to answer Is hard to
tell. Mr. Davenport came into view sud-
denly, and her mother's voice sounded
from the kitchen,
" Lottie! Lottlel where am'
pease?"
She tow her hands away, and sprang
down tfié'Steps, saying, hastily ana con-
tradictorily,
"ND,;no; certainly. Yes, in a minute."
Without a word more Harry picked up
the pease for her—the work of ftill five
minutes—set the basket on the porch, and
walked away. Ten minutes later the
pease were finally shelled and put on the
kitchen table, but Lottie was nowhere to
be found. She was lockedln her chamber.
>ut the counters, asking for this
d keeping her broad hat pull-
• her fiioe, lest the marks of
be seen. She waited a lont
the street, but Harry die
The dock pointed to five mln-
perhaps he would be late for
At any rate, he had not passed,
was no other road to the station,
lute of six. Surely the clock
must be wrong:. No: for the whistle of
the train sounded with its first stroke,
and Harry bad not gone by. He had
been late, then. Lottie turned toward
" om| In a hurrry. If she should see
ShMW not finish the sentence, for she
had no Idea how seeing him would help
" more cheerful as
The seal rinsr had been .tossed indignantly
on the floor,"and its new owner was crying
1 ffher heart would break.
. Half that long summer afternoon she
KitchBir-wirrii, but,- "staid shut up, too miserable to face any
comment, too hopeless to see any way out
of the trouble shehad 'brought upon her-
«elf* fonifi JBhe had said " no" to Mr.
Davenport and " yes" to Harry Willard,
she woul'd háve been a happy girl. What
was there te do but foca toe consequences ?
'She might unsay the yes, but never the no:
and yéftf shé were to-write to Harry—if
she were to tell him she never meant it!
Wants
them. I've had good luck this morning.
I suppose the fishes wanted to celebrate
my last holiday. Don't you think £0,
Miga Lottie?.".
" Your last holiday !" was the blank re-
joinder. " What do you mean ?"
" I've got to go back to the cjiy .to-mor-
row. T Wo of the clerks are sick. Ho tor
cashmeres and muslins again!"
He looked up at Lottie rather expectant-
ly, hoping for some expression of regret;
but not a word did she say. A sudden
pallor had replaced the flush on her face,
however. Tne heavy seal-ring that Mr.
r finger most
ust here, fell
one , the ¡Step
picked it up,
seal-ring
Davenport had placed on her finger most
inopportunely slipped off
from her lap, and rolled
new-comer
slowly.
changed color as hls cyeyfeH- upon !>;■ but
merely said, as he handed it back,
" You have a new ring, haven't you ?'
" s !"
He wafched her as'she hastily.pluhefl itf
on a«ain: then said, rather indignantly,
" You haven't told me whetjhei you're
sorry I'm'going or not."
" Of course I'm sorry, Mr. Willard,"
was the reply, In stifled tones; for L ""
s bending for another handful of
if course I' Is that all? Well. o
omen. A man believes a
jjuru,
m
. that's
idvob q
1 perhaps think kindly *$l#m
is, gone, will perhaps regret
re from- heiyas he rttrfleta it
when he
his departure'
iolf; and she. tells bin , calmly, why
4of course,' of course, she is sorry I" '
himself; and
f course,' of wuioc, .one 10 wnj 1-- -
Lottie was making' sad work- with the
pease. Spite of «U -sbe could do a little
quiver-of the lips betrayed her agitat"
she responded hurriedly, "Why, I, ,
it. What—what can 1 say but j ust that—
that I'm sorry?""
" And you call me Mr. Willard'."
".Harry, then!" with an apprehensive
glttilce down the"j£irden path. sttt
"Lottie, I believe you have made a vow
not to look at met.-, Douput these con—I
mean those pease—out of the way!"
„ " I can'tM-you mustn't I. There, now!
see what you've doner' cried Bottle, In
real distress, as an unguarded movement
sent the basket and its contents rolling
down the steps.
" I'll pick up every pea If you'll sit still
3 talk to n * "
five minutes and
tell me truly,
1 me. Lottie, now
are you sorry I'm going'
Shall you ever want to see me When I'm
miles away from this little town, back In
New York?'' i a «t<-.1 ,s
"Oh, don't, tfbnPt! How can you both-
1 me so ? Indeed, I must pick
pease this minute!".
The tears rolling dtr
There was still a little of his holiday left—
If, indeed. he di^ noffleFTiis anger hurry
T}ie sunshine . of mid-afternoon was
slanting in on the.faded carpet and yellow
wash-stand as Lottie hastily bathed her
eyes andipuUed a writing-desk toward hey.
It slanted more and more from the west as
she sat considering, perplexedly biting the
end of hep pen, writing and rewriting anil
tossing aside tiny cream-tinted sheets of
-—until1 the tabic was covered with
leit
de-
H the
commencement:
M-sDejuBJI^buy—1 don'tkriow how to write
ihi« tn yiin, muí j am very much ttahnmetl to tuke
back what 1 sold, Dut I neVff Hll'ttBt to say It. I
bad to, becaiueMr. Davenport was oDming, and
üiat waihis ring-1 bad 011 my finger, and be bad
just asked me to marry blm, nnd 1 bad said yes,
because, you know, be is so-rich, and I thought
madéiBí say yes, for t don't love him, and 1 do
love you. 1 am so sorry I said what 1 did.
ou'll forgive me, won't yon, now
■at I really " " — J-
Pleasel
Yi
that I
don't care for'anybody
As she sat looking at this rather crude
production of hers a difficulty occurred to
tier. How should she send it ? Carry it
Never. Drop it into the post-box? No.
for the handwriting would betray her, and
the whole town would h«ai.of it. Could
she give it to Harry herself? No. not
■ ~ • It toSUsah to give him?
perplexed and
thatC Or giveJt
Worse yet. Th I
he world."
e sobbed outright^ani
Tquei^
td so
er me so ? Indeed, I must pick up the
tumba fills minuto t "
i the roiuB tl^sfks
were sufficient answer, but, man-like,
MJ J?n't see ¿owí bother yí)SP
I'm only a poor cler"
of rich widowers in
" Oh, Harry! «
This Hme Lottie I
piteously thatTHarry was com
"I ought to be ashamed of myself, L
know I had! Don't cry; please don't cry,
dear. If you V^ewhalf how sorry I am
myself—how it seems to toe I niweraan go
away from """•^"'tiMamt BIT ;i
you'd focgive me, if I am a brute ! You|
do cant About nte/Qoi't
' No answer, but unrestrained sobs and
mute resistance as. he' tried to take her
hand.
"Lottie!" Them was a whole volume
of reproaetrin theoaariWord; oaTAX i
" Oh, don't, don'tT You mustn't >cdk
t0 me any lottg«tór; .¡ r rr>., 0l;t j
'.'And you won't answer me ?
No replyi ¡ - «u i¿ ,1,
silCTlo/Sill ** 6 me
Suddenly an arm stole around Lottie's
waist, and the hidden face was itfted atid
scanned by apjgrof bfue eyes.
" Lottie, do you love me or not? "
" I—I don't know. I «Mail 1 (loa't—I
can't, You musn't talk to me so,"
. to gi
oroughly perple
ttle fell a prey to her own
fears. If Harry had the letter, he might
be disg«8ted 'by her forWftdness, or else
too much displeased to forgive her at all.
(Perhaps it Was unlady-uke to think of
sen&nfrékrfletter, and yet, if she did not
send It, Harry would go away.
AmisérabTehálfhbufof indecision fol-
lowed, at the end of which she tossed all
the scattered sheets in a heap into her
{writing-desk, looked- it, and then cried
with renewed Abandon. . A series of sharp
raps on, the doer and a vctice by no means
gentle lousedher.
; "Lottie! I say,Lottie! For goodness'
sake, what are you about? Here It's after
four, and nó cak¿ for supper, and Mr. WH-
I^jolngTnTO'SK"tratn! Come right
paro.",
ow Lottie ever got into the kitchen,
and in what manner she contrived to begin
her cake-making she never knew. Harry
goinerat six! She was such a child that
nis ^ilnt áwüy"8«en¡6d to her to end ever 7-
thlBgiflñally betjeeen them. She should
never see him again ! Over and over she
said to herself as she mechanically weighed
the flour and the sugar for sponge-cake,
beat her eggs, and commenced to mix the
ingredients. A great many tears fell into
that cMtá, itodthey so blinded her that she
did not see her mother at her elbow, as
she was dropping it into the pans, until a
sharp voice startled her:
"Lottie, what has come over you ? You
haven't put a bit of paper in the bottom
of those pans! It would have burned Mr
certa<n,and here it is altpost five. Hurry!
go and get some paper, quick!"
Lottie, still mechanically, searched the
00k striking five, the rush-
had the cake into the oven in such a mi-
raculously short time that even her mother
was astonished.
" There, now, pick over these berries,
and set the table. Susan hasn't finished
uwidaKki) And feteh up the butter, and—"
The voice bujtzed in Lottie's ears, as She
huWld from one thing to another. At
last everything was done and on the table
' the oake, find the shrill ringing of the
onished Lottie to hurry
t> unceremo-
pans and so
'papers had burned
ime to stop to pull
She did not dare to go in to supper <m
afraid tonect. AndlfHarry was^gojng,
the village. From the
w6MAJbe:iWe M see him pass, and it
'•would be some comfort Just to do that,"
the object of her thoughts ooming toward
her at a round pace. There was no valise
In his hand, ana he still wore his fisher's
coat. Lottie's heart gave a great bound,
half of relief, half of apprehension. The
first feeling quickly > predominated, for
Harry's strides soon brought him to
side, and he looked down on
altitude of Six feet with a
t
10,000 ten
ata time-
prietorna I „
eggs were laid on «he unsnbnaerged sand,
but that veryfcw sueeesefttlly hatched, as
one terrapin would qülékly destroy and
from his
that be-
tokened anything but displeasure.
"Where have you been running to, you
naughty child ? And where—why, where
Is your seal ring?"
"At home," responded the puzzled Lot-
you come to supper and
bid me good-by
1 hovon't
"You haven't gone."
"I'm going, though. Will you give me
some sponge-cake for luncheon ?"
Mere ana,more amazed, Lottie toade nó
reply at all.
"Did you make the spongercake we had
for supper?"
"Yes."
"Made it In a hurry, dldnt you ?"
"Why?"
"You didn't get all the paper off, that's
all. See what has stuck on my piece,
deceiver'
you small
r! Why
ln't you
ge-cake
use the post-office instead of spon
Eh 1
A small strip of greasy paper was laid in
Lottie's outstretched hand. Upon it she
read the beginning of her last epistolary
production of the afternoon:
My Db¿b .Harby; I don't knew how to write
this to you, and 1 am very much ashamed to take
back what I said, but 1 never meant to say it. I
hud to, because Mr. Davenport—
Heré the paper was torn off, and, be-
sides. was: taken forcibly out of Lottie's
hand, which was clasped in two others.
You wrote that to me? Youmeanlt?
Say yes! " ¡ •,
For some time after Lottie's reply noth-
ing connected or sensible was said on
either side; but when they had reached
the garden gate, and were philandering
under the elms, Lottie said,
" don't see how you got so much
your cake. I thought it was all
H '"liied "
" I couldn't break it easily, because it
was so tough—no offense to the cook—so
I took a whole bar. 1 couldn't eat It, for
I'd no appetite, so I turned It over and
looked at it, and, singularly enough, I be-
Cn to get hungry immediately. Let's
ve sponge-cake for our wedding-cake,
Lottie f,"—Harper1 Bazar.
California Honey.
Araon¡
for
thé Other numerous products
California seems destined to be-
imong
which ■■¡■i RH
come famous, honey ranks as by np means
the least valuable Iteto. It has'already
found its way into the Eastern markets,
though so far In limited supply, and Is
muds admired for its purity and delicacy of
flavor. Its production is not limited to
any part of the State, but at present it ls
chiefly made a specialty In San Diego
counfr, near the Mexican MPfe . The
honey crop of that county Tor 1878 Was
119,000 pounds, and it is expected it will
this year equal 200,000 pounds.
The bees commence working in that
county about the first of February, and the
season for storinghoney lasts from June to
September. The finest honey is made from
the flowers of the sage plant, which grows
there In such abundance. This is the true
sage, and must not be confounded with
the "sage brush" of Nevada and the
northern counties. The flat top or "buck-
wheat greasewopd" also affords excellent
honey. The blooto of this plant closely
resembles that of buckwheat, hence the
name. The flower of the sumac Is anoth-
er source, and the ice plant which covers
so much of the country is likewise sought
by the bees. This latter plant makes a,
very white honey, but It is liable to the
objection that It turns very quickly to su-
r, or "candies," as the honey men term
The bee keepers therefore try to avoid
it. .
The bulk of the honey finds a market in
and ready
Little or no
strained honey cauvWesold during the pre-
valence of the green fruit season, and it
Suppressing the Yieltts.
' account of t
ító mention an odd <
1 proves the
=ss
Breeding Terrapin and I
An establishment I
near this citar, says
Tribune, for the purj
to our market* an abund
est of marine dellcttoles,
artificial breeding of which I
novel idea, and, from the su
encountered, appears to bei
fbl one. The animals are
Long Branch, N. J.
ous points along our southern
and shipped directly to aüsh
Pleasure Bay, near L01
Here they are placed In a
on the beach. About twi r
olosure Is under water and the bol
so as to leave a depth of
it In the deepest part. As many as
terrapin are placed In this receptacle
at a time. For some years past the pro-
prietor has notleed that large Bttiábers of
qiiiókly destroy
devour the eggs of another, while the
young were sure to be killed as soon as
they appeared. In order to supply an ar-
*■" ' il breeding place where the eggs could
In undisturbed, another pen nas re-
cently been constructed further Inland,
one-third of the surface of which Is dry
sea sand. Every day the surflioe of the
large pen Is raked and the eggs (carefully
removed) transplanted In the new' enclos-
ure In regular rows at a depth about equal
to the length of a good sized terrapin s
*- ■-**- ~ SiOOOe
mug ¿i
by tie
body. As many as 5,000 eggs were thus
* .the pi
past sum-
ithofthe
1 larger scale next summer,, there re-
us little doubt but that tt new and Un-
placed at one time di
mer, and left to hat
sun. At the beglhnlhi
month, the young terrapin began 'to ap-
pear ; every day now ados to their num-
bers, and all seem tobe healthy and doing
well. Some difficulty . is anticipated in
keeping the anifatkls over winter; but this
surmounted, and the operation conducted
on a 1<
mains
portant source of supply has been estab-
lished. The food upon which the tarrapin
subsists, fish, crabs, and clams, is easily
and cheaply obtained In the vicinity of the
), so that the cost of maintenance will
small; while (Judging from the fact
that terrapin readily command from $8 to
$15 In the markets), the enterprise- will
doubtless prove a lucrative one.
Freezing fish for winter' use has almost
attained in this city the dimito of a sepa-
rate branch of trade. During the summer
months, the markets are glutted with finny
food, which, unless preserved by some
means, would engender an Immense waste,
while oauring a dearth of the comm<
during the cold months. Salmon esj.
ally are very abundant during summer
and extremely scarce in winter, so that
this valuable nsh, perhaps more than any
other, findf- its way into the great freezing
rooms of the dealers.
The operations preliminary to the freez-
ing process are the seleodon of the finest
fish, and their careful cleaning. In
establishments, the entire first B<
or which are two compartments. lee
and salt, ground together tat a mill, are in-
troduced into the spaces between the walls
through openings In the floor of the sec-
ond story, these apertures being so ar-
ranged that any number of the compart-
ments can be copied without affecting
others. After the fish are cleaned, they
are placed in pans, the latter being plied
above each other m layers, packed in lee
arid salt, and covered up. Here the Ash
' ft until thoroughly frozen, after
they are thrown Into the huge re-
frigerators where they are kept. Within
these receptaclcs the temperature is
tained at about 19s, and tne fish are 1
quently rendered about as bard as solid
lumps of ice. In this condition they are
kept ordinarily six months and sometimes
for eleven months, remaining perfectly
fresh, and only requiring thawing out to
render them ready for cooking. It is esti-
mated that bt'uie present time fully 260,-
000 pounds of fish are thus stored In this
city, for, next winter's use.
Disinfectants aud Deodorisers.
To deodorize an ill-smelling room or lo-
cality Intelligently, substances must be
used, which, l>y causing a new chemical
combination, destroy the odor altogether;
but if the decomposition continues to go
on, other odoriferous particles begin to
arise requiring a new application of the
deodorizer; on this aooount all deodor-
izers are efficient only temporarily; henee
the only rational method Is either to re-
move the offending material, or employ
disinfectants which arrest ftirther decay.
If the material both arrests the deeay and
destroys or absorbs the Ill-smell, then It is
doubly valuable. Two hundred grains of
chloride of zinc In an ounce of water !s a
powerful " * •
andlnari
decomposition! ships,
lug rooms, o " *
ets, without
owbj fori"
it doesn
Is said to
SET
• vi.-'-'H
hard up.
change. If being hard up OOlUtl
ius, we have some spells of ri
brillianoy.—Milwaukee Sentinel.
Tan proper Way for a
fetter this mil Is to run the direction I
corner to corner,
stamps over the env
portant" on any vacant
That was a beautiful t
that "Woman olings to man I
But is it always true? F ~
headed men can testify
ever clung to them lileo the
she let go like a grappling-iron.—i
lyn Argue.
"Ofcourse," says a returned siiumbr
tourist, "one in the country sees, among
other things, 'bare-footed maidens trip-
ping o'er the dewy grass;' but then most
of 'em have sore heels, and the romance
" " away like washing left out over
" I ' -
Rev. J.
a rather 1
KiftlWIB
the other day. While she was'unsuspect-
ingly engaged In half-sollng his winter
trousers, he quietly slipped out at the
back gate ana eloped with a ml,'" ~
n ,{vj
we are
Brother Todd, no doubt
but. looking 1st the matter
Christian stand;
dined to think
such frivolous
o in ted andnon-eleot.-
Hem is a
proceedings of
met in convention
Ohio. Mrs .
wear a corset.
[ would fldlto pieces.
«as®-
foot i .
rail, and 1 ..
was.emanelpation. I say that pantaloons
ire the badge of independence, the;
the salvation. These skirts are the I
of dependence, dragging us down to 1
* misery." ;
KS? '
1. I took It offand fettailf
ble; chlorine
snb-
(■ I. kahltt
In a recent number the Journal of Chem-
istry explained how " a day's work" is
measured In foot-tons, ana Its avenge
amount, including both the "external"
irroed In labor or walk
vork, or that
work, or that 1
Ing, and the ''internal" wo
story movements at about
the 34 hours, while others
as high as 44 foot-tons,
e Is Iff no importance for
done by the organs of dronlation, respira-
tion, digestion and other vital processes.
The former avenges from 800 to G00 foOt-
tons, the higher figure representing an ex-
ceedingly hard day's work. The latter
¡may be reckoned taking the average of
the best estimates, at !
might be expected, It is 1
this Internal work with
estimates of dlfl
widely, those folr
from Ml to
the a
•uts
1 foot-tons
have set them i,
The exact value is
our present purpose. Taking the
estimate, theInternal workls no I
cant addition to the other 1
by the wonderful 1
of'ours.
Where does all
What kee: '
oí " perpt
machine, is as absurd here as I
department of mee"
ginemay as well be
out its boiler and
without It* eqtdvak ,
we eat «*•*> '
colar
varied
s.
'Ho* was Jonah punished?
■iiy u
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