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AOVtHTIflINQ HAT IS i II mm I UK*. J UK*. UN OutUM »:4 UO »«o 00 ftt w lltfOMM. 40 60 *6 jO lft 00 Qooitrr Column...:. Sft oft 1ft » ft 00 IWMH 10 00 • 00 4 00 Om lucft ft » I 00 t 00 ILL1AI A. UOl'kl, COUN8ELOR-AT-LAW, ■ftater UChaMcr/ mma Notary rnblic BruKh oOoe, s«« Uk L'lij. T«*J kasttrses UKl M» InoOce. V« eland. Now Jerorj. JAAWIIXM. Attoanst and Counsxlok at Law, OMii la lauuroMO BolMlai, T-rT-yr MILL VILLA, N. J. ylO. B. COOP KB, UNITED STATES COMMISSION EK, l-fT-jr MILLVILLB, N. J. pB B UlirUlXTI, • HOMEOPATH1ST, BJCA lH LB CITY, N. J. t —Henry Ilahu, of Aiken, 8. C.,has a cow that y it-Ida twenty-four quarto of milk per day. — An Austrian railroad company uses the telephone to signal ita trains from station to station. — Of the 90,000,000 acres of land in Miflsinsipjii lettt than 5,000,000 acres is under cultivation. — Col. W. C. Clark, of Jack county, Tex., has lost 700 of 1,800 sheep on his ranche since December. —Mr. Bergh Is needed in Bracket!, Texas. They have a cock pit there and fight chickens on Sunday. —Mahogany, ebony', rosewood and cedar are used as fuel by the poorest ]«ople in some parts of Mexico. — Over 18,000 head of Buffalo have been killed east of the Yellowstone river, in Montana Territory, this season. —Londoners have a superstition that foreigners who gamble in English railway can are always unsuccessful. —In Washington city $85,000,000 worth of property goes untaxed, because It belongs to the national government. —Moscow lias voted 200,000 roubles, equal to about $150,000, for fetes in connection with the coronation of the czar. — South Australia has a population of 279,866. Its debt had grown from $11,000,000 in 1873 to nearly $50,000,000 in 1881. — It is proposed to so change the Massachusetts State Constitution that women who are lawyers may be made justices of the peace. —The portrait of General Grant that was commenced by Le Clear and finished by Bierstadt, has la-en placed in the East Room of the White House. — A sexton who was digging a grave io the Bantander (Mexico) Cemitary, dug up a coffin containing jewels to the value of many thousand dollars. — Fanners in the United States have $19,210,253,362 of capital invested in their business. This sum includes farms, implements, livestock fertilizers, and fences. — It is estimated that not tewer than 10,000 persons now arrive weekly In 8L Paul and are forwarded to the remote Northwest by the Northern Pacific ami Manitoba lines. — Lumber Is now- being manufactured from straw, the standard size being 32 inches in width, 12 feet in length, and tlie thickness the same aa the average surfaced boards, — There are over 4000 savings Institutions in Italy, ami the deposits show that the people are Hiving at the rate of $15,000,000 a year. There are now on deposit almost $200,000,000 represented by almost 2,000.000 books. —An eleven-pound boy with elgh teeth was born In the Almshouse, i. New Haven. Connecticut, recently i » mother luring a widow, whose husband died about four months ago from injuries received on a railroad. — Tbe quaint old town of Boscawen. N. H.j la to celelirate the one hundred and fiftieth anniversary of its existence during the coming summer. This town has given to the world Daniel and Ezekiel Webster, Gen. John A. l>ix, William Pitt Fessenden, Nathaniel and Charles G. Green, and other distinguiahsd men. —The chief of the bureau of statistics reports thai the total values of the exports of domestic bread stuffs during February and during the two and eight months ended February 28, as compared with the corresponding months of 18*2, were: February, 1*83, $15,773,009, 1882, $11,175,193; two months ended February —Tbe main building for the Southern Exposition, which opens at Louisville, Ky., on the 1st of August, is now In a sufficient] y advanced state of construction to five some idea of H* proportions. It will be aoe of the largest of the kind STH built, covering en ares of 877,400 square feet, being inferior only to the main buildings st the London ExposlIB*, and the Oentdb- ' J. -Jul - . - -'J . LAa

kOHLVkU AN 1> IUKKVKH. Flake follow* flake like eplrlU, Wboae wiogn tbe wiude dUec-ver; Thought follows thought, sod light* The realtu of mind forever. I>ro|j follows drop aud swells, The stream, returning never, Word follows word and tells A truth that lives forever. Bnaiu follows beam to cheer With hope, the best endeavor, Throb follows throb, and fear (Jives place to Joy forever. The drop, the tiakr, the beam, Teach us a lvseon ever; The word, the thought, the dream, Impress the soul forever. High follows sigh, and heaves The breast with life's soft lever; Hiuile follows smile, and leaves. The light of Joy forever. Tear follows tear, aud flown In streams returning never; Glance follows glance am! glows With love in hearts forever. Friend follows friend,— tbe thread Of life, the fates dissever; , Soul follows soul, the dead In Christ shall live forever. The sigh, the smile, the tear, The hope that cheers endeavor, The faith that guides us here, Foretoken life forever. BOY'S CHRISTMAS KVftC. Chill was the winter wind and gray tbe December sky; men buttoned their coat* up to their chins and hurried around the comers, while ladies drew their warm wraps about them aud held their muffs up to their faces to protect them from the cutting blast. All the world was homeward facing save that portion of the community whose business it was to deliver Christinas hampers aud pan-els and also that other part of tlie great city's population, too. large, alas! which had no home to face to. Standing before one of the windows of a handsome bouse, looking out upon the busy scene, were a lady and a little boy, a beautiful boy, with large dark eyes and fair love-locks that fell in a golden shower over the blue velvet Jacket and bread collar of his cavalier dress. "There comes a Christinas present!" he cried, as a man with a great square parcel in his arms ran up tlie steps; "something for you or tin- mamma," seizing her liand eagerly and looking up into her face with an expression that allowed them to be not only fond mother aud son, but bona comarades in the fullest sense of the wonl. "Guess who it's for, mamma; you or me?" "We shall see iu a moment,'' said tinlady; "wait until Thomas brings it in." Divested of its wrappers the parcel was found to contain two pictures, engravings taken from old paintings. "They are for roe from papa," she said, reading the card accomjianying them, and then turnlug to the study of the pictures with evident interest. •What are they about? Tell me," said Roy, after standing patiently beside his mother until he could bear the alienee no longer. "Tell me what the old men are doing? Why don't they eat their supper and give some to the nice little boy with the sun around his head?" "J am studying itout," said his mother, smiling. "This is the picture that comes first; the scene is In a monastery, that is where monks live, and it is many hundred years ago. These good monks are about to take their supper on Christmas Eva. You see the smoking dishes upon the table? One of tliem lias just asked a blessing; they are still standing, when a noise is lieard. Their heads are turned toward tlie one window of the room, which looks' out upon a snow-cov-ered landscape. It is bnght and cheerful within, outside it is cold aud dreary. Do you see that child standing beside the window with his face pressed against ilia cold pane, gazing longingly at the warm pie and good supper within?" "Poor lltUe boy." said Roy, "be is all ragged and cold, with no shoes on his feet. Will they let him in, mamma?" "Yes. You see in this other picture the good monks liave opened the door and Drought him In. They hare warmed him by their fire and seated 1dm in the best place at their table; suddenly a golden halo appears about his head. Uio room Is lighted up wiUqheavenly light, sounds of angels' Hinging are heard, and looking into the face of tho stranger cldld they behold the face of their Lord. It is the old story that the Germans tell their children. They must not turn away a poor child on Christmas Eve, they sayf lest by no doing they turn away the blessed Christ-child who comes down to earth at this time poor and needy as He came to the little town of Bethlehem tm tlie first Christmas Eve that the world ever knew." "Is it all true, mamma?" "It's a ^ortjof a fairy tale, my darling, but it lias some truth in it. Whoever makes a child or a man or woman happy on a Christmas Kve Is doing something to please the Iaml and to help keep the birthday ol the bleared Christchild." Roy looked serious for a moment; the story had interested him deeply; be gazed at tbe picture earnestly and then hearing a ring St the door bell danced off to Die window to look for more prei sen la. "It's snowing," he "111 get a ; new sled." Then noticing a small dark figure crouching in the ahaddw of the high steps, he said: "There's a poor 1 boy all ragged and cold like the one In I the picture. I'm sure the good monks , would have taken him ln"» and before . his mother had time to say a word Roy . flew through Urn hall and opened wide (he door. "Corns la, little boy," he

cried, iu his fresh, sweet voice; "come in, 1 want to make you happy." A strange sound to tlie ears of tlie neglected child, whose happiness or utihappintvM seemed to concern no living bouI; but the summons was quickly obeyed. A mouiout later Roy was hurrflng through the hall, tlie stranger's hand clasped in his, while he called to his mother: "I'm taking him up to the play room, mamiua." Mea. Iu*igh followed at a slower pace, pleased with tlie readjiieiM Roy liati shown in applying his story, yet, moth-er-like, shrinking from the idea of tier beautiful child clasping the hand of the dirty little vagrant aud ensconcing him in his own dainty quarters. Her hu*band coming inut this moment she pointed to tlie two little figures on tlie stairs, and a pretty picture they made. Roy turned his sunny head at the sound of his father's voice, and presenting Ills beaming face, cried out: "I'm doing something like the good men in the picture, papa," while the slratiger, as if suddenly conscious of his rags, crouched iu the recess at the head of the stairs, whispering, "Is lie agoin' to scold?" •'Scold? No, lie never scolds. Nobody scolds here but tlie cook, and site only scolds tlie waiter man. What Is your name, little boy?" "Jimmy," replied the child, adding respectfully but manfully. "I'm no littler tluui you, sir," "Neither you are," said Roy, "but I didn't know just what to call you. Now. I'll say Jimmy." Following the boys a little later Mr. and Mrs. Ix-igh stood at the play room door and looked in upon the scene unobserved by tlie two actors in it. Before the open wood fire Roy liad drawn his favorite chair, in which lie had en sconced Jimmy, whuee face looked out through all its dirt and unkempt locks in smiling bewilderment. Raising his blue eyes to meet Roy's brown uue* he asked: "What made you go for to ask me to come in here?" "Beqause I wanted to make you happy. It's Christmas Eve, you kiiow, and everybody in the world ought to be happy." "Ilappy!" echoed tlie boy. as if the word conveyed little to his mind. "Yes. I'm so happy 1 can hardly hold it all. Mamma and I've been getting presents all tlie afternoon and my grandmother always sends me a beautiful present on Christmas morning. Wliat does your grandmother give you?" "Ilain't got none, nor father nor mother, neither." "No mother!" said Roy. drawing nearer, with infinite pity in his voice; "why who takes care of you, Jimmy, and hears you say your prayers at night?" "1 takes care of myself, and I never say them things." Then, aa if suddenly rememliering something, the boy jumped up and began to look about him, "Why Where's my newtqaiiers? I must have dropped them on the steps," "Never mind," said Roy, "I don't like newspapers; they keen my pupa from talking to me at breakfast time." "Yes, but if I don't sell tliem 111 get no dinner to-morrow," drawing a tew coins out of his iiocket and counting them over carefully. "Is that your business?" asked Roy, with increased respect. "Yes, I'm a newspaper man, I am." said Jimmy, drawing himself up with an air of mock dignity; "but I've not done a rushing business to-day, I must sell some more papers or Mis' Simpson wont give me no Christmas dinner." "Who is she? Your nurse?" "Well, that is a go! Guess I ain't no baby to have a nuree carryin' me round. * ' Roy looked rather crestfallen, as he had a nurse whom he loved dearly, y*t considered himself far from being a baby. His curiosity, however, was so great that lie ventured to ask another question, "Do you drees yourself in the rnonw ing, Jimmy? "Well. 1 should rather guess 1 did; I like to know who'd do it, if 1 didn't." "And bathe yourself, too?" asked Roy, eagerly. "Nurse nibs the soap on and then she lets me jump into tlie tub and swim by myself." "Well, I don't go in very often this cold weather," said Jimmy, ami feeling that tliey were getting on dangerous ground he changed the subject . "W hy . Mis' Simpson —she's the woman that keeps the house where I boards." "She can bay the turkey to-night," suggested Roy. "Turkey!" exclaimed Jimmy; "why we don't even smell turkey. Turkey's not for tlie Likes of us; a piece of |>ork, i maybe, and some 'taters. and not that unless we pony up with the dimes." "Never mind about the papers my little man," said Roy's father, com ing forward, "you shall stay here and bare your dinner, and after that we will semi you home with a Christmas dinner that will make M iss Simpson forgi rejyou for coming in late with your pennies.'' When dinner was nerved it wasa pret- • ty sight t<? see the IRDe fellow heaping ■ up a waiter with rood things for his guest in the play room up stairs. Jlroi my, who tiad been laft hi tlie nurse's - charge, seemed ill at ease. Roy's rei marks about bathing had evidently disI tut bed him. In view of his own last bath, taken the summer before. Finally he ventured to my; "Please, ma'am, could k you give me some water to wash my ; Minds? J don't like to put on the nk-r > cloUtra the lady giu me without sanoi' a bit." i The nurse, who waa a good creature > and the soul of clmnlinem, fWt that ■ this was her opportunity "I'll have a tub of warm water brought > Up for yoa," she said, "and you shall i Ink* a good bath and put on your nice

clothes and give Master Roy a surprise when he coined up from diuner.'* Ooan and shining as soap and water could make him and dressed iu a last winter's suit, which was rather short in the arms and legs, but otherwise irreproachable, Roy found Jimmy seated at his nursery table enjoylug such a dinner as lie liad never even dreamed of. "ik> you like the smell of turkey?" said Roy, laughing. "You'd better believe it, but I like the taste better," said Jimmy, lifting a murae! on his fork and surveying it with delight. *1 tell you your father's a good 'un!" When Jiintuy left the house his possesions were so great that the waiter man had to go with him to help carry tliem, and even then his pocket* and arms were full to overflowing. "I've never liad such a good time in all my life," said Roy, throwing himself into his father's arms; "Jimmy says you're a good 'un, ]*apa, and I think you're the best old fellow in the world." 1'arD Character*. Among the street venders of Paris there are — or rather there were, for one of tliem has just died— two men who deserve to liave their place in any gallery of Parisian street celebrities. One is a marcbaud des quatre saisous, or street huckster, who every morning traverses tlie Rue Montmartre and tlie Rue Faubourg, Montmartre, pushing a little hand-cart loaded with the vegetables of tlie season and followed bv a lialf-dozeu well-trained dogs, which lie puts through their paces in tlie most amusing manner possible. The other, the one who lias just shuffled off 1 this mortal coll, was known by tlie sobriquet of L' homme a I' absinthe, ' and lie was perhaps tlie champion absinthe-drinker of tlie world. Every morning at precisely 7 o'clock, having laid in his stock for tlie day at the (Jentral markets, he would start up tlie Rue Montmartre, shouting in a stentorian voloe the name of the "comestibles" that he luul for sale. There was sometimes fish and sometime* fruits, and as he was well-known and greatly liked by all the old ladies and servant maids of the neighborhood, his stock was generally disposed of before he reached the boulevard. At the first ' wineshop on the right after he liad entered the streot a glass of absmthe was standing ready for him. This he dispatched at a gulp; at the third wineshop on the left he reixsated the dose; again at tbe fourth on tlie right, and ho on until he had thus dispoched twentytwo glkflwn of wliat is probably tbe most poisonous liquor that man's fondness for stimulant* lias yet invented. It might be supposed tliat long before the twenty-second glas* he would be dead drunk, but such was not tlie cane; be uot only showed no trace of intoxication, but after his sale* were all made invariably breakfasted with a good appetite in a little wineshop on tlie corner of the Rues Faubourg Montmartre and Lo^ranke-Batollere. His death was entirely due to an abuse of the green liquor that is considered, and justly so, so dangerous, llis loss has brought sorrow on the heart* of all the managers of the Rue Montmartre, for L'homme a 1 'absinthe had a well-de-served reputation for honesty in the quality of his comestible* and for moderation in his prices. Th« Home of th« llort*. There can be no doubt tliat the original home of the horse is not Europe. but Central Asia; for, since the horse in its natural state depends upon ffraa* for its nourishment and fieetness for its weapon, it could not in the bei ginning have thriven and multipled in • the thick foreet-grown territory of Europe, mush rather should it* place of propagation be sought in those > stepjieft where it still roams about in a wild state. Here, too, arose the first ; nations of riders of which we have ' historic knowledge, tlie Mongolians and tbe Turks whose existence even st i tills day is as it were combined with > that of the horse. From these regions tlie bone spread in all directions, i especially into tbe steppes of southern • and southeastern Russia and Thraoe, i until It finally found entrance Into the ( oilier part* of Europe, but not until : after the immigration of tbe people. This assumption is, at least, strongly favored by the fact that tlie further a district of Europe is from these Asiatic steppes, i. e., from tlie home of tlie i horse, the later does the tamed horse , seem to have made its historic ap- : pearance. Tbe supposition Is further confirmed By the fact that horse-raising amongst almost every tribe appears a* an art derived from neighboring tribe* - in the east and northnmL Even in HOKlH'i the ox MM rxrlimivrh «* i the draft animal in land operations at . home and in the field, while the horse was used for purposes of war only. Its employment in military operations wan I determined by awiftnem alone. That i the value of the horse must originally . have depended on it* fieetneiw, can i easily be inferred from the name, which . is repeated in all its branches of the . Indo-European language, and signifies , nearly "hastening." "quick." The > same fact is exempt led by the deecrlpI Uons of the oldest poete, who, next to ita coun«e, speak moat of ita swiftness. Jf. JMftoi, of Moreno*, advocate, tbe on of in ude of storoh as aa anti- > dote for ponona in genond, and. M It bn no lUssgrsaahls taste and ■ free from thsuntant properties of KwUoa^t • sen Is unknown.

WuoUeti IUimUi la Um Hairy. The secret of keeping wooden dairy utensil*, like churns, butter workers, tray*, mould*. Ac., sweet, and free from all suspicion* of tuustines* and rancidity, b a very eimplc one. and ily mastered. If one will only remember that wood swell* by wetting, *ri«t shrink* again a* it dries, aud also tliat water and oil do not mix. Milk and cream are greasy substance*. Let eitlier come in contact with a clean, dry piece of wood, and they will leave a grease sjiot, and the drier the wood tlie deeper tlie grease will iieuetrete the Pores, and the more difficult it will be to remove. Indeed, a* a matter of fact, a piece of wood tliat ha* It* (xtres once tilled with grease or oil, is filled forever. so far a* any washing will affect it. A* regard* bringing grease or water into contact with dry wood, tlie first pnewessioti i* equal U> more titan the traditional "nine point* in law." A greasy board can not be wet or washed in clear water, nor b it |KNMible to make a thoroughly wet piece of wood absorb grease or oil and this b tlie whole hoc ret of tlie use of water in preparing all kind* of wooden utensils for use in tlie dairy. Wooden milking pails should be discarded entirely, unicss the wood is coinjileteJy filled with shellac varnish, or sotue aulHtance tliat will make tbe surface about as tiard and impervious as glass. Common paint b objectionable at any time, besides, it soon wears off, leaving tbe wood exposed to the drying influence of the air. Tin is probably tlie best material for milking (tails, and while new and bright, answere well for setting the milk and holding tbe cream. After tlie tin become* worn off, so tbe iron b exptwod, sour cream is liable to lie affected unfavorably by remaining in contact witn it. With careful linage, good tin utensils will last iu good couditiou in tbe dairy, for a long time. But for churn*, butter workers, trays, ladles, and stamp*, there is nothing equal to good, clean, hard wood, thoroughly soaked bef onusing; and this thorough wetting is of more Unfiortaiice than some may su|ipoae. Cold water is just as good as hot. If time enough i* given it to penetrate the wood, but hot water takes hold of the wood much quicker, and b therefore to be preferred. It b a common practice with some dairy women to soak tlieir churns in cold water, in summer, and in hot water in winter, a* an aid in tempering the cream, but there are belter ways for doing thl*. Care should also be taken to keep tbe wood wet all tlie time it b in use. A butter worker m?t away for a short time, with tlie butter in it, will dry at the edges, anil unless again wet bef onusing, will lie likely to alisorb the butter when lirouglit in contact with it. Whenever butter "sticks" to wood, the wood is not in fit condition to use, and the chance* are, tliat it can never be quite thoroughly cleaned again. I>M*k at any piece of dry wood through a magnifying glass, and it will lie found full of deep cracks and holes. Now, let grease once get well into these crevices, aud it is there to stay. Washing cleans tlie wood at tbe surface, but swells it at tbe same tiuie, ami thus abut* in tbe grease which is deeper in. Our practice for many years, has been to wash the churn and other wooden dairy implement*, wipe dry, and tlien place where they will come to the air, Init not where they will Income very dry. A dean churn doe* not require much drying. On no account whatever, should any wooden I Hitter utensil be set in tlie sun to dry. The wood will become warped, the joint* start, and a leaky, "stinking old churn" will take the ]>lace of what might, with proper care, have lasted and remained sweet a score of yearn. Dairy women often complain because their butter stamp? and cups check or split after a little use, so as to become worthlees. Abutter stamp should be washed and scalded after use, and then put away dampfand where It will keep damp until wanted again. Any wood used for handling salted butter, will soon lie filled with brine, and there la na necessity of drying it through ami through. borne persons object to the use of soap for washing either tin or wooden dairy utensils. Ve have never found any harm from using it, but seldom have any need of It. If grease is kept out of the pores by filling tliem with water first , there will be nothing to waah off or out, more than what hot water alone will remove. We have seen ami an* lied churns that woukl spoil any I Hitter that ooukl be made In tliem, and we have seen other*, though in constant use for many year*, that were as sweet as on the day tliey were made. It la all in knowing how, and then doing aa well aa you know. ONJV CH»c-k. Everything about the Supreme Omit at Warinngton b old. The clerks room and the consultation rooms have old furniture, ami tbe cases are made for books with green cloth inside of the glass after the days of the revolution. In the cloth's routes a great round dock like a RroUlitigtiagian watch hang* against the wall and the w that Judge Story, becoming disgusted with the difference ct time displayed by the watches of Kb associate Judges, said: "I will fix a timepiece that all shall go by," and he stnrigtitway ordered tiue from Boston It was made wall, ami It goes to thb dav aa truly as tt dM when Aaron Burr, lhuriel Webster, and Salmon P. Chase set their watches by It

U«Mr W«rM. # Ou tlie 15th day uf June, l&fil, say* Joaquin Miller, after a most perilous • ascent of what our couipony colled in • plain English, "the Devil's Castle." 1 we found ourseive* face to face with [ the foe. Not an Indian was to be seen. Now and then an arrow can*- unging through the air and glanced the man- ■ zanita buslttw. where we were gathering oaf force* for fight . *t»i1 how and then the ugly muzzle <jf a gun barked and smoked at u* across the little opening and flattened a bit of lead on the ' rock* around us. But we could not see 1 even an Indian's feather. At last our leader* decided on a plan uf LaUkt, and the most of u* were stationed behind treu* and rocks to engage the enemy, while a dashing scouting party, stripped to the waist, attempted to root the rear. At a signal from tin* party we were to advance and run across tlie clearing | cliarge the rock* aud chaparral. How reckiem! Wliat risk! And for what? Well, 1 stood there, loading up ***1 |ieppering away slowly. I did not see an ; Indian. I, to tell tbe truth, did not pine to see an Indian. Now *jm1 tK».. ; a bullet would knock the bark off from toy tree and I could see an arrow splint- ' er on tlie rock* very frequently. But otie get* used to such things in a shorter ' time than you would think. The day wa* hot aud 1 sat down and read a tattered iiocket edition of Byron that I had picked up in an abandoned prospectors' camp s few day » before — the first that I liad ever heard of I-onl Byron. 1 By and by our boys got a foothold in the rock* in tlie rear and began to pour ' in their fire. Then we began to hear groan* and yell* from the Indians. Awl I tell you. it sounded awful! The wail* 1 of tlie women made the thing ten-fold more terrible. I sprung up, filled my mouth full of bullet* so a* to have them handy and prefoirtxl to join- in the charge across the little clearing. With a whoop and a yell our party darted forward and I with tliem— mv dog barking at my lieel*. An arrow drew blood iu my left limb mini mv dog fell dead from a stray shot. But we poured ahead, right into the brush and rocks. But here a regular sluice-head of arrows met us. and that is about all I remember of my first battle. I had been carried out of tbe right and laid under tbe jnnes along with a little row of other wounded fellow*, and Mountain Joe was cutting off tlie head of tbe arrow which luul pierced and jomed through tbe left side of my face and neck. Wbeu lie bad done this and drawn out the arrow from my face. I again became unconscious from tbe loss of blood and do not remember anything more happened until next morning, wbeu they were bundling me off on the bock of a squaw prisoner to be earned down to tlie Sacramento River. A* we were about to start one of our party, a stout, burly fellow (ailed "Gaba," but whoa* mune 1 never knew, liekl a bag up before my face ; a heavy tog, half full ; a l>ag through which onsrd and steamed and dripped on the puic quills and pattered on tlie leave* — blood I He tapped this with Ins bloody knife and Him : "Scalps! Boy, them is scalps for you !" This sickening sight almost cost me my live, for I again became unconscious and remembered only speaking to the old woman who carried me all that day till wie reached the river. Three vears ago I went with my daughter Maud, now in a convent school in Canada, to spend a Uttle time at mv okl home, which had long sincq passed into the hand* of those who did nothing to subdue thb savage border to civilimtion. but are caref id .to reap the reward. We sat down under the mux* pines w here 1 had lam all summer just twen-ty-five years before, and the water talked to me there in the okl, swift, sweet fashion, till tear* came in my eyes and 1 liad to turn away, Some Indians who had heard that I wa* once more with them came back, gathered about me Cy, battered, all broken up, and leanon their guns, talked in a strange and almost forgotten tongue of my battles, mv loves, my lifetime, a weary generation before. And Maud looked on and listened, large-eyed and silent, wondering what it all meant. Vjueer world, ainl it ? Tk* Mttud* m qn»s. Sa> you are a well-to-do tradesman or mechanic, you con afford to employ a servant to make life rosier for your wife. Well, that servant lives alone. Your wife and yourself discourage "followers." ' You dool like her to have much ccm- • pony of either sex In the kitchen. Your wife cannot associate with bar: Tire kitchen is Iter sitting room; tbe nallest and most remote room in the bouse - is her bedroom. From 6 A.M. until i 9 F. M., or earlier or later maybe are her hours of work. In all that time she speak* when she is spoken In, and she b spoken to when there are orders for her. just a* convict* are allowed to r It in a penitentiary. Well, new, lonely cieature In the kitchen Is a woman. Do you wonder she wants to 1 go to the jolly butehet and the grocer's 1 hoy for a little gossip? Do you wonoer 1 that she flirts with the policeman? Do you wonder that when she goes to the ball she stay* until some thue the next day? She sits down three Une* a day and eat* bet meab in solitude. So utterly alone that she eon heai herself swallow. 1 wonder that she doesn't go mad. The man who works at the lowest occupation bos on easier thaw than ttmk The man who clean* the streets has cosnpanv of hb own class He eata his dtonar with hb furies tmbmera The rag picket meets rival rag pickers every day^IJtenT^xronder tbe hones