Evening Star Newspaper, July 25, 1896, Page 23

THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, JULY 25, 1896-TWENTY-FOUR PAGES. THUNVADI JANOS. The World’s Best Natural Aperient Water. 25 Years’ Success in U. S. Highest Reputation all Over the World. CAUTION: None genuine without the signature of the firm “Andreas Saxlehner,” ; mh2t-sat,20t GPesonsontontondondontoatestentoetenetetonoetoetondbalonrontpatontoatoetensontoeserseeseeses eee On the Label. Se eas ee sd DOOLEY ON ORATORY. He Indulges in Some Local Reminis- cences. Peter Dunn in the Chicago Post. “D'ye know,” said Mr. Dooley, “that his- thry repeats itself, as th’ good book says. An’ th’ more I hear iv th’ young man Bry- an th’ more I wish he was bor-rn a dumby, though if he had been he'd ‘ve wore his ar-rms down to a stump befure now thryin’ to make hims!lf undherstud. “I mind th’ first time Wiilum J. O’Broyn r-run f'r office, th’ raypublicans an’ th’ indypindants an’ th’ socialists an’ th’ pro- hibitionist (he’s dead now, his name was Larkin) nommynated a young man be th’ name iv Dorgan that was in th’ law busi- ness in Halsted sthreet, near Cologne, to run again’ him. Smith O’Broyn Dorgan ‘was his name an’ he was wan iv th’ mos’ floquint young lads that iver made a speakin’ thrumpet iv his face. He cud holler like th’ empire iv a base ball game, an’ whin he delivered th’ sintimints iv his hear-rt ye'd think he was thryin’ to con- fide thim to a man on top iv th’ Auditorium tower. He was prisident in th’ lithry club at th’ church, an’ Father Kelly tol’ me that th’ day afther he won th’ debate on th’ pin an’ th’ soord in favor iv th’ pin they had to hire a carpenter to mend the windows, they’d sagged so. They called him th’ boy or-rator iv Healey’s slough. “He planned th’ campaign himsilf. ‘I'll not re-sort,’ says he, ‘to th’ ordin ry meth- ods,” he says. “Th’ thing to do,’ he says, ‘lg to prisint th’ issues iv th’ day to th’ voters,” he says. ‘I'll burn up ivry precint in th’ wa-ard with me eloquence,’ he says. An’ he bought a long, black coat an’ wint out to spread th’ light. “He talked ivrywhere. Th’ people .6m- med Finucane’s Hall an’ he tol’ thim th’ time had come f'r th’ masses to _r-rise. ‘Raymimber,’ says he, ‘th’ !deas iv Novim- b’r,” he says. ‘Raymimber Demosthens an’ Cicero an’ Oak Park,’ he says. ‘Raymim- ber th’ thraditions iv ye’er fathers, iv Washington an’ Jefferson an’ Andhrew Jackson an’ Jawn L. Sullivan,’ he says. “Ye shall not, Billy O’Broyn,’ he says, ‘cru- cify th’ voters fv th’ sixth wa-ard on th’ double cross,” he says. He spoke to a meetin" in Deerin’ sthreet in th’ same wuruds. He had th’ sthreet car stopped while he coughed up reemarks about th’ Constitution until th" bar-rn boss sint down an’ threatened to discharge Mike Dwyer, that was dhrivin' wan hundhred an’ eight in thim days, though thransferred to Wintworth avnoo later on. He made Speeches to polismin in th’ squad room an’ to good la-ads hotstin’ mud out iv th’ dhraw at th’ red bridge. People’d be sit- tin’ quite in th’ back room playin’ forty-five whin Smith O’Broyn Dorgan'd burst in en’ addhress thim on th ‘issues {v th’ day. “Now, all this time Bil O’Broyn was * in his own way. He niver a peech. No wan knew whether he was f'r @ tariff or again wan, or wheth- er he shtud be Jefferson or was knockin’ him, or whether he had th’ inthrests iv th’ toilin® wint to mass at all, at all. But he got th’ superintindint iv th’ rollin’ mills with him, an’ he put three or four good fam'lies to wurruk in th" gashcuse, where he knew th’ main guy, an’ he made regular calls on th’ bar-rn boss iv th’ sthreetca-ars. He wint to th’ picnics an” hired th’ or-chesthry f'r th’ dances, an’ voted himsilf th’ most pop’- Jar man at th’ church fair at an expinse iv at laste five hundhred dollars. No wan that come near him wanted f'r money. He had hheadquarthers in ivry saloon fr’m wan tnd iy th’ wa-ard to th’ other. All th’ pa-apers printed his picture an’ shtud by him as th’ frind iv th’ poor. “Well, people iiked to hear Dorgan at first, but afther a few months they got on- alsy. He had a way iv breakin’ Into festive gatherin’s that wag enough to thry a saint. | He del. d wan prize fight two hours en- couragin® th’ voters prisint to stand be! their principles, while th’ principals sat shiverin’ in their cor-rners until the polis r-run him out. It got sa that men’d bound into alleys whin he come up th’ sthreet. / People in th’ liquor business refused to let htm come into their places. His fam'ly et im th’ coalshed f'r fear iv his speeches at supper. He wint on talkin, and Willum J. O’Broy.. wint on handin’ out th’ that he got fr’m th’ gas company an’ con- clliatin’ ta’ masses, an’ whin eliction day come th’ fidges an’ clerks was all f'r O'Broy an’ Dorgan didn’t get votes enough to wad a guz. He eat up near all night In his long coat makin’ speeches to himself, tut tord mornin’ he come over to my place. where O’Broyn sat with his la- ads. ‘Well,” says O'Broyn, ‘how does it suit ye? he says. ‘It's sthrange,” says Dorgan. ‘Not sthrange at all," says W!l- lum J. O'Broyn. ‘Whin ye’ve been in poll- tics as long as I have ye'’ll know,’ he says, ‘that th’ roly-boly ts th’ gr-reatest orator | on earth,” he says. ‘The American nation ixth wa-ard ts a fine people,” he iv a dollar,” he says. ‘Well,’ says Dorgan, ‘I can't ‘understand it,’ he says. | ‘I med as manny as three thousan’ speech- t was my majority,’ he says. ‘Have a dhrink,” he says.” —_——+ e+ —_____ MR. BRYAN’S FATHER. How He Opened Hin Court With Pray- er and Decided Cases. From the St. Louts Republic. Judge Bradwell, nestor of the Chicago bar, vouches for the correctness of the fol- lowing story: “William J. Bryan, who has been nomi- rated by the democrats for President of the United States, is a son of Silas L. Bryan, who was for six years circuit judge of the second circuit in this state. “Judge Bryan was ir jhe habit of open- ing his court with prayer. He claimed that the Lord directed him tn making his @ecisions. He would sometimes, when in doubt in the midst of a trial, kneel down upon the bench and ask divine direction. A noted Peoria lawyer, meeting the judge cne day in the street after the court had reversed six of his cases, said: “I see, judge, that the supreme court has reversed the Lord in six cases. What have you got to say about it? I thought $ou decided your cases under divine direc- tion.” “Therevpon the judge replt “The supreme court is wron, ——_se— Hogs That Swim. From the New York Herald. It is generally belfeved that hogs cannot swim, but Capt. Alfred Platt of Burlington, “WN. J., says his can. Capt. Platt owns a farm on Burlington island. Several days ago he was looking over his stock, when he became aware that some of his hogs were missing. He began a search for the fugitives, and going down on the beach he was surprised to find a dozen of them swimming around in the water. He tried In various ways to coax them to shore, but in vain. After having stayed in @ water as long as they cared to they wiy made their way back to thelr sty ‘Without so much as a glance at their owner. A few days later there were some littl piss born, and before they were twenty- rw hours their old they were taken for a swim parents, who had become the sport that they visited the so fond beach masses at hear-rt or whether he} dough } “They love th’ eagle,’ he says, ‘on th’ | es.’ he says.‘Well,” says Willum J. O’Broyn, | SECOND-HAND BOOKSTALLS. As They Exist in the Highways and Byways of Great Cities. From the Springfleld Republican. One must make the rounds of the second- hand bookstalls in our big cities to get the real aroma and atmcsphere of books. These stalls are usually in the byways, and they are oases of quaintness and fas- cination to the bibliomaniac and collector. These old bookstalls are usually sand- wiched in between other shops or down in grimy basements. The master ts all of a piece with his wares, in the sere and yel- low leaf, down at heels, out at elbows and jSeneral air of dilapidation; just as the books are a bit worse on the outside for the battle cf life, but within coatain a heart as pure and young as when the back was straight and the cover a thing of beauty. Few of these old bookstalls are ever advertised. One stumbles upon them. The dingy shelves often hide, among countless miscellaneous volumes, rare treasures, veritable finds. Editions long out of print, autographic editions that have drifted into this promiscuous collection of old books no one knows how. All these beoks are veterans, who could a tale un- fold besides that bound and printed be- tween the covers. Some of these books wear the antiquated garb of vellum, so fashionable in our grandfathers’ day, some have quaint, black letter type, with curi- ously illuminated chapter initials. At the bookstall the new book counts for j Baught, and the shabby old book takes precedence. Many and various are the rea- sons why old books acquire their value. They may belong to limited editions, or to editions that have long been out of print; they may be autographic or have a valuabie exlibris, or bookplate of some for- mer owner. Be it primer, almanac, Bible, or, in fact, anything between covers, with this treasure in it, it is a prize that marks a red-letter day to the finder. Age at the booksiall is at a premium, that in many cases goes for a bargain. The uninitiated | mortal little thinks of all this as he heed- lessly passes these dingy old stalls, while the collector or bibliomaniac is ever on the | qul vive to find an Elzevir, an Aldine or Bordom—or early American editions with the Bradford or Ben Franklin imprint. Not long since a friend of mine became the happy owner of an “extended” edition of the New York Stage, in which a great amount of additional clippings on the stage had been bound in with the book, besides | plates and photographs of the succ actors and actresses that have delighted the public for years. This valuable edition was procured for a mere song, and the same lucky mortal picked up a first edition of Thackeray's works, with broken backs and dog-eared leaves. My friend showed me his treasure with the pride of a Pom- pey, and told .ne of the remarkable old fel- low of whom he had purchased the books. This old man I afterward interviewed, and I found him a character, although not a | literary man, he had inhaled the book at- | Mosphere so long that by a strange intui- tion he knew the Inside as well as the out- side of his wares—as if the books had con- fided to him all their seeret being. Then he had gleaned a lot of valuable information | from collectors and experts. Out of the confusion worse confounded that always reigns in a bookstall the old vender can produce just what one asks for without | any real search in dark, dingy, dusty cor- ners, where to the “purchaser disorder seems supreme. ‘ ——-+e+— A FAILURE. He Had It in His Mind to Thrash a a Rival, From the New York Herall. “I have come,” he began to the boxing instructor, as he picked up a five-ounce gicve and drew it on his right hand, “I | have come to get a few lessons in boxing. | I'll take about six lessons and then sail {in and lick a chap who got my girl away from me. done?” “To see if you have the necessary sand,” | was the reply. “Ever have a fight?” “Ever get a smash on the nose?” “sNever.”” “Then you can’t tell how you would act. | Put on the other glove and square off at |Me. Hands up. Now, then, tmagine | I'm the chap who cut you out. Do you | feei_ mad?” | “Furiously_mad.” | “Want to do me up?” Yes, I want to paralyze you.” “All right, go in.” Ten minutes later the young man sat up and looked around in a dazed way and asked what had happened. hy, I tapped you on the nose,” replied | the instructor. “And what did I do?” “Started to run, and I hit you behind the ear and you laid down, | “And I have no sand?” “About as much as a_ spring lamb. There's a pail of water and a sponge over there, and here’s your coat and vest. My | terms are $2 per lessun, sand or no sand. Thanks. Please shut the outside door when you go down?” —-+e0—____ The Care of Polished Floors. American Kitchen Magazine. No rollers should be used on furniture over polished floors. Each part which touches the wood should be fitted with a plece of thick felt securely glued on. This protects the floor and allows easy movement. These floors require only the sweeping with a hair brush and the wiping with a dust mop or soft cloth. Wax, alone, gives the highest polish; but is always slippery. It shouli be rubbed on evenly. Any little bits remaining will show as black specks after the polishing. ‘the brush should be used across the grain at first, afterward with the grain. Wax and turpentine furnish a less degree of polish, which Is, therefore, less slippery, while the addition of paraffine oil lessens it’ still more. If it be desired to keep the floor very light the oil mixture should not be used, tor oil always darkens wood. Water Is the worst thing that can be ap- pled to any waxed surface. A damp cloth may be used. All spatters or drops of any liquid should be wiped up immediately. When spots come—as come they will—rub them hard with a piece of thick felt under the foot or with a flannel moistened in tur- pentine. Remember to keep the surface well pi ished, then dirt cannot stick and substan. spilled cannot reach the wood and make spots. With all these precautions the floors which are constantly used will need an en- tire renovation occasionally. They should then be rubbed all over with steel wool till every spot is scraped out. If the wood has grown dark it may be whitened by a wash of oxalic acid. Rub perfectly smooth and clean before applying the wax or other en- aera ti ‘hich good encaustic which will cle polish at the same time may be made fre wax, sal soda and fe a soap. The wax and soap should be shaved and dissolved in boiling water. Stir frequently and add the soda. Put the mixture in something which may be closely covered and stir constantly until cool. This may be applied to floors, furniture, marbles, tiles, bricks, etc. It will temove ink from polished surfaces. The French use white wax on white marbles, lecessary. What's the first thing to be but this is not absolutely n A FRENCH RESORT Pen Pictures of Trouville, Known as Parls-by-the-See. SCENES OF GAYETY AND FASHION Bathing Beach Scenes Are Unlike Those of the Atlantic Coast. NO MORNING Dee Special Correspondence of The Evening Star. TROUVILLE, July 15, 1896. ROUVILLE, THE smartest, fastest and most brilliant of French seaside re- sorts, marks itself out more clearly year by year as Paris-by-the-Sea. The town itself is an in- significant little fish- ing village running down the side of the cliffs to meet a wide, smooth stretch of j sand, some three miles long. At Havre, ten miles distant, 98 at Dieppe and all along this coast in general, the beach is so fertile in boulders of all sizes that the incoming tide makes a noise with them like thunder. At Trou- ville it is almost as fine as our own New Jersey coast, with the added advantage of an interesting land side. Behind the town is the rich and fertile countryside On the Casino Terrace. of Normandy, with perfect roads through apple orchards, woods and grazing farms. These are high up, zbove the low sea level of the sands, as on a breezy tableland that stretches to the sea. The old town of Trouville straggies down tke cliff to meet the beach, the board walk, villas and hotels. These stretch in one long crescent line, backed up against the old town and the cliffs to front the sparkling sands and <ke blue sea. The yachts and pleasure boats have sky-blue sails. The sands ar2 creamy white. The great hotels of stone and brick are cool and gay with pink and white-striped tents and awnings. Great tent umbrellas of all colors dot the beach. The celebrated Hhglish bars are settled underneath white canopies. The Casino is cream and dark blue, its ter- races made green with vigorous potted plants. The Eden Theater is pale Nile green and gold and white. All things are fresh and cool and clean, and those who throng the board walk at the proper hour are free from poverty, constraint, bad dressing, hurry and all inconvenience. Paris-by-the-Sea. It is really Paris-by-the-Sea—that Paris which is fashionably fest or fastly fash- ionable, or, rather, both. The rapid great world, the life of betting, racing, res- taurant supping, oman worshiping, ex- travagant dressing, of feverish nights and idied days here bodily transports itself from the Bols de Boulogne, the avenue of the Champs Elysees, the Rue Reyale ond the Boluevardes Capucines. Hungarian bands, the curse of Paris restaurants in these last years, announce the fact with no uncertain crashes of wild melody. The racing world displaces itself entirely. There On the Jetty. seems to be the same program sellers and impudent cab opencrs as at Longchamp! The little hump backs who pick up a liv- ing by being toucked for luck, follow their clients to the sea! There are even the same begging pencil peddlers and opera- giass fakirs. There is an immense amount of villa life at Trouville also, but here the hotels are extremely great, with a great clientele of fashionables and rich folks, wherein the sober and the fast, the uprigit and the giddy, live together, very much amused to watch each other, pick up pointers from each other, sneer at each other and admire each other. In the ‘Trouville hotels the friendless stranger can at least rub el- bows with great fortunes and great names and regale his soul with any amount of fashionable gossip. “So-and-So, the great chocolate manufacturer, has 220 horses in his racing stables, and yet he never bets. What an expense!’ “So-and-So, aided and abetted by his mil- lenaire American wife, will seek to lead Parisian society this winter by means of lavish expense. What luck!” And so on. Precious information! It is also ene of At a Bicycle Match. the pleasures of the hotels to watch noted people. For instance, the Baron Alphonse de Rothschild stays at this establishment. He is very good and lives with great sim- Plicity, his chief occupation—which he ac- complishes with dignity and calm—being to promenade his little dog along the sands and stop at frequent intervals for that small dog’s convenience. The baronne dresses very quietly and sits reading. When the baron comes out on his balcony to ad- just the awning there is a buzz of admira- tlon—“Look, he is doing it himself!” Their table is in the middle of the hotel tent, facing the sea; they have candelabras with six branches, where common people have candelabras of only two branches. That seems only right. The other evening it wi @ beautiful sight—the ocean on one side, and the baron, presiding at his table, on the other. Dressed for Church. It: is another pleasing and instruct- 23 ch them go to church—the mode! hurch of Trou- ville, or the ancient lors’ pilgrimage of Cote de Grace or Criquebocuf's thirteenth century pile. For this they dress with ive spectacle to At the Races, ettes not too much trimed with lace. And others wear white tulle with printed pat- terns of flowers and foliage. And yon will see some coming moce elaborately in pleat- ed silk muslin, with the skirts well trim- med, not plain. While on this delicate subject of feminine dress, I may venture to add a few observa- ticns, but very accurate. ‘The skirts, in general, are very much trimmed. Thcy hang flat in front and at the sides, but round behind. The jacket is made to wear open or fastened, at pleasure. The collar is reversible. The sleeves are not too wide at the top and lessen gradually. Chemi- settes of frilled lawn ure all the go, but they must be as plain as possible. Neck trimming of green velvet, plain or dotted with tiny flower or fruit shapes, is very much tn favor. Blouse-shaped cor- sages are universal. And here is the latest garden-party dress. It is of white taffetas covered with white muslin. The skirt is round, not flat, and is trimmed at the bot- tom with finely stitched “plis religieux.” The skirt is veiled with a tunic of the same white muslin, arranged in broad, rounded festoons, with at least four, and perhaps five, rounds of what I am informed is white guipure lace and insertion. The sleeves are almost ftat. And so, I am afraid, is my description of so lovely an object. At least, i am correct. As to the dress of men, the tale is quickly told. They go to church in blue serges and tweeds and cheviots—straw hats with gay bands, white or colored shirts at will, sack coats, tan shoes, la conscience nette et les pieds propres. The daily routine is something like this: Early morning, white pantaloons, flannel or linen, dark sack coat and vest: afternoon, sack suits, gray or blue; in the evening, the Tuxedo, here called “smoking.” Apart from the wretched ten- dency to sport yachting caps, when one is not the proprietor of a yacht, all goes well. Itis noon, Any day in the week. The sea is gray-green, swelling lazily. The clouds are low, gray. and almost black. Far away there is a tiny white sail, which disappears. There is no noise. No one is stirring. Then @ gray mist comes down from heaven. It rains, and the beefsteaks are wet in the dining tent of the Hotel de Paris. Or the The Bathing Hour. sky Is the palest blue, and the waves pur- ple, shimmering with green and gold and red. The sea swells still more lazily. Far away there are other tiny white sails of ships that would pass in the night, except that it ts noon. There is no noise. No one is stirring, in the magnificent sunlight. No one has been stirring all the morning. Every one is sleeping, the same as !f it were rainy. You must not expect to see the bewitching Parisiennes take their morning dip. They don't. At the Bathing Hour. When we are in Paris we hear a great deal about the gaudy sights along the Trou- ville sands at the bath hour. Trouville is full of lovely women, but, sad to say, they do not sprawl along the sands. They do not wish to be seen at all. I do not wish to exaggerate this tendency of everybody to keep out of the water. All the fair creatures have bewitching bathing costumes, which they utilize frequently enough. What I want to note is that Trou- ville, though a seaside resort, does not con- sist of a sun-bathing, pink-and-white sprawling, skin-tight-Jersey-cloth prom- enading, golden-hair-down-her-back sand- rolling blonde and brunette harem, like resorts on the New Jersey coast. The beach at Trouville is getting to be three- quarters of a mile deep at low tide; and at the best bathing hour it is a’ long walk out and a longer stare out to the bathing machines and the roped-off com- partments. Of these there are three. The “ladies’ only" is practically inaccessible to the eye of man. The “men’s only” is very Uttie patronized; and the “mixed” is the one that nearest resembles the promiscuous beach of our Atlantic seaboard. But it is so far out from the line of the board walk and the umbrella tents and shady awnings that those who wake up tired from the late night do not walk out to make acquaint- ance with the beauties of nature. We who are fashionable prefer to sleep in the morning, go to the races in the af- ternoon, and throw our money away on the little horses at night. Any one can get ad- mission to the Casino, and it is extremely easy to obtain an entrance for the season to the more aristocratic gambling clubs. Every one has seen these machines. Elght little metal horses are made to career around a green baize track. You bet on any horse you please. Here, to facilitate the throng of puntérs, they have set up a green baize lay-out, bf numbered squares, from “1” to “8, that {t almost looks like roulette or badge And out of eight the bank takes the thogéy off for itself. How aésrru easily be seen. Suppdse:'ten men come into the room, each with four dollars. Each bets a dollar a clip. How ‘inany times would the horses have to rtin td get every cent of their money? Ten men with four dollars each makes forty dpflarg, The bank takes off one dollar each ‘turn;; The horses have only to run forty''timgs, therefore, and none of the ten spdtts will have a cent. This game is peculjarly fascinating to la- in enough who bet “Somebody wins each fairh, And “It is per- fectly fair.” Gd It may well be inidgijéd that this life is not one overburde! ‘ith philosophical thought or action. ve! silly. one number tive this is may y one is idle and 'ERLING HEILIG. ro Where He Was. . From Sketch. A visitor from Manchester had been in- vited to addréss the Sunday school. “I am reminded, children,” he said, “of the career of a boy who was once no larger than some of the little fellows I see before me. He played truant when he was sent to school, went fishing every Sunday, ran away from home when he was ten years old, learned to drink, smoke tobacco and play cards. He went into bad company, frequented stables and low taprooms, final- ly became a pickpocket, then a forger, and one day, in a fit of drunkenness he com- mitted cowardly murder. Children,” he continued impressively, “where do you think that boy is now?" “He stards before us!” cried the chil- dren, as with one voice. great good taste, with jfrilled lawn chemi-.| settes and mohair alpaca skirts and jack- HAD BEEN FISHING. And Had Come Back Loaded Dewn, Not Much to His Wife’s Surprise. From the Buffalo Express. Mr. Jones had come home very late after. a day and a good part of a night on the river. He awoke very late the next day and had a lumpy feeling about his head and an indistinct recollection of the manner in which he got home. “Wonder if my wife is onto me,” was his first thought, and it was the feeling that he must keep up appearances before his family that induced him to shake off his disposition to remain in bed. The countenance with which his wife greeted him was not reassuring. “I congratulate you on the unusually good luck you had on your fishing excursion,” were her first words. z Mr. Jones was not sure whether she meant to be sarcastic or not, and he had not the slightest idea whether he had brought home any fish, but on the chance that he might have done so, he answered: “Yes; luck was pretty fair. “Fair! Why, Mr. Jones, did you count the number of your fish?” “No,” said Mr. Jones weakly, “I didn't; did you?” “I did. There were just 436 of them.” Mr. Jones’ eyes stuck out. Could it be Possible? Yet it would not do for him to show surprise. Still, there was some ela- tion in his voice when he said: “Beauties, aren’t they?” “Oh, yes, they're pretty enough,” said Mrs. Jones, “but why did you go to bed yihout taking your fish out of your pock- ets?” ut of my pockets!” echoed Mr. Jones in amazement. “Yes,” said Mrs. Jones sternly. “Is it pos- sible you don’t know what you did bring home? Look here.” 3 And taking him into the kitchen she showed him a pan heaped full of dead min- Tow: “Where did those come from?” Mr. Jones, as he looked at them. “I found them,” replied Mrs. Jones, “in the pockets of the clothes you wore yester- Gay. Every pocket was stuffed full. I sup- pcse they are your catch. Shall I have them fried for your breakfast?” “It's a trick of those confounded boys,” was the only explanation Mr. Jones could give, a8 he seized his hat and fled from the jouse. gasped -—.--¢ ee —_—__ His Fish Climbed Up a Tree. From the San Francisco Call, “Did I ever tell you of the fishing expe- rience I had on Boulder creek a couple of years age?” asked W. L. Roberts, formerly of Santa Rosa. “There were several of us camping there, and all were expert flycasters. One of the party returned to camp with his fishing tackle all out of kilter, and said that a mile or so up the stream he had dropped his line into a deep pool and hooked the larg- est trout ne had ever fastened on to. He tried to play his prize, but the rascal tore the tackle all to pleces. The next day an- other cast for the morarch of the pool, and met with no better success, he, too, re- turning minus some of his outfit. For sev- eral days the sly old fellow would not rise to anything we could throw to him. I made up my mind to have that fish or stay there all year. “I rigged my tackle and cautiously ap- proached the hole. The pool is about twen- ty feet across, and it narrowed down to three feet where the creek passed under a fallen tree to a riffle beyond. The water wes about eight feet deep near the bank where I stood, and trees and underbrush surroundea the water hole. With great care, so as not to make any noise, I ad- justed my rod and cauticusly extended it, so as to drop my fly close to the ledge of rocks where the big fish made his home. I had hardly done so when there was a ‘swish,’ and the water broke, revealing a beautiful trout, but not the one I was af- ter. In a second my reel was spinning, for the fellow had been well hooked. Here and there he darted, and I was kept pretty busy for a minute playing him away from the dangerous root that extended into the pool. In my excitement my foot slipped a little, and before I could recover fully thir- ty feet of my line had been run off the reel, and the gamy little fellow was down the stream, having darted under the body of the fallen tree. He had gained the ritfe below. Then came a splash and a jerk on the line that I could not account for, as I could not see beyond the tree for the brush, followed by a steady, hard pull. “I kept my line taut, but it was of no Foot by foot the line was taken from ty, sixty, seventy-five feet—still I «ulé not stop i: When the end was reach: el I wus amazed, for the strain was te: rific, but I held on until the line snap or, rather, the knot slipped from the reel. Away went the line down stream. I drop- ped the red and ran around the pool, hop- ing to catch up with the fish somewhere down the creek. Fifty feet below the log I was fairly paralyzed to see my line cut- ting across the path and up the hillside. I wondered if that fish had legs and was escaping over the hills, for I heard the un- derbrush crackling some distance ahead. Seizing the line, I followed, pulling as I scrambled through the brush. Suddenly the strain ceased, and I worked my way along to the foot of a small sycamore tree. The line ran up the trunk, and, glancing upward, I saw what I had on my hook. There on a limb sat a terrified coon, with the hook firmly fastened in the tough hide on the corner of his mouth.” ee Some Mosquito Facts. From tle Baltimore Sun. Not one. but three species are represented among those who venture into human hab- {tations. The’one whose sting hurts the mest is a little dark brown creature, but a goodly sized yellow mosquito and a large- sized black variety, with striped legs, are backward in making their presence known. Mosquitoes are so natural, so cunning in the manner in which they sting and draw their blood that it will no doubt surprise most people to be told that suck- ing human blood is only an acquired taste with them. Dr. Uhler says that their natural food is slime and deleterious or- ganic matter that would be the cause of much malaria were it not eaten by the mosquitoes. “Sucking. blood fs only acquired taste,” says Dr. Uhler, “but they have learned how to do it scientifically. Did you ever notice how quickly they discover and make for places on the exposed parts of your body where arteries full of blood lie near the surface?” All the mischief of mosquitoes was in- herited by the females. The males neither buzz nor sting, nor do they seem to do anything at all except to stay lazily by and watch a spry and energetic female cavort around a human ear and make merry over the annoyance she is causing to the man or woman with nerves. Entomologists say that the male mos- quito is even too modest to eat; at any rate, nothing hes ever been found in the stomach of one. The males can’t make a noise because they haven't a pair of sonorous cavities near their wings, as the females have. The air hurled against these cavities by rapidly moving wings causes the buzz heard when Mrs. Mosquito is drawing near. an Modest Request. A strong case of “building better than he knew” is thus narrated by Tid-Bits: It had been the custom in a certain estab- lishment to pay the workers fortnightly. This the workmen found inconvenient, and it was decided to send a delegate to the head of the firm to state their grievance. An Irishman named Dan D., famed for his sagacity and persuasive powers, was se- lected for the task. He duly waited on the master, who addressed him thus: “Well, Daniel, what cen we do for you this morning?” “IE ye please, sir, I've been sint as a dili- gate by the workers to ask a favor of ye regardin’ the paymint of our wages.” “Yes, and what do they desire the master. “Well, sir, it is the desire of mesilf, and it is also the desire of ivery man in the es- tablishment, that we receive our fortnight’s Pay every week.” ee Disguised Compliment. From the Youth’s Companion. The “gentleman farmer,” go called, has to put up with many jokes at his expense in print. In real life he is not often treated to speeches as amusing as one which re- cently came to our ears. Before leaving his place for a winter visit te gayer sceres the “farmer” of the anec- dote called his Hibernian head man and said: “Flynn, I have to be away for a fort- night. I hope eveything will run smoothly on the farm.” queried id Flynn, heartily, “ye @ bit o’ harm, sir, when you're here’ "t do ‘TOBACCO FOR DOCTORING. The Medicine Men Returning to the Use of Nicotine as n Remedial Drug. From the New York Press. Doctors have wavered from the two ex- tremes in regard to smoking. They long have been ready to forbid patients the use of tobacco on slightest pretexts, and they nearly all smoke themselves. Many of them have tried to force some especially health-giving property into the casual use of “the weed.” The average medical sta- dent could never initiate himself into thé art of dissecting dead bodies if he did not smoke. It saves him from an amount of poisoning from which all students suffer. The first week in a dissecting room inevi- tably causes intestinal disturbance, whi*h is a sign that the internal anatomy of the young man is trying to rid itself of some poison. If the medical student smokes, it seems to keep up for him a system of dis- infection or fumigation which saves hint from further trouble. When the medical student is graduated and becomes a physician, his first work is, as a rule, tending children. The reason that young doctors look after babies and small children is that a young doctor's fund of medical knowledge is small, and a baby is also small, and the two naturally become associated. He finds that the chief diseases of children are infe-tious or con- tagious. Now, the young doctor probably has been through only a few of these dis- himself, and his only systematic method of disinfection is by smoking strong cigars between visits. This frequently prevents catching diph- theria or scarlet fever or measles, and Saves the ranks of the profession from be- coming reduced. Tobacco many years ago was used as a From the Democrat, Atlanta, Tex. “Being constantly asked by many of my friends if Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale People were doing any good, I offer this unsolicited testi- nnlal and answer. Never having seen a well day since I bad typhoid fever last summer, I could re- tain scarcely any food, my lUmbs and joints ached and pained al! the time. It was misery to me to rise up in bed and my mind was clouded, in fact Was a physical wreck, and I felt that my life was drawing to a close, and I must confess it was without regret on my part as my sufferings were almost unbearable, “Since I commenced to take Dr. Williams’ Pink Fills, at the solicitation of my wife, I have four boxes, and 1 feel Mike a new man. M, appe- tite is good and I now retain what I eat, my limbs and Joints are fee of pain and I have gained ten Pounds in weight. My life feels renewed, amd While not yet cutirely well, I feel so much better that I unbesitutingly assert that I believe Pink Pills for Pale People a good medicine for what they are recommended. Knowing that no medi Will save Ufe under all circumstances or in all cases, yet 1 do honestly b that they have prolonged mine, or at least, where all was dark and gloomy full of suffering it has been chang- ed for the better. “The manufacturers of this medicine do not know of my taking it. Neither am I patd for sta. but give it and the editor of this p eely in answer to frie yer. “(Signed.) JOHN BAUGRESS, Atl Te Sworn to and subscribed before tn h day of March, 1896 R. M. BLAYDES, Notary Pubite. Regarding the above testimonial of Jolin Baur Fras, 1 beg to say that mo man stands higher at honesty and veracity in all this section than Jobu Baugress. 2 crves. They are an unfailing spe 2 medicine. It is now sometimes used as a | “ccs ns lssemoter stacks tetin gels ae poultice, with soothing effect. In the old sclaticn, neuralzia, rheumatism, books on drugs the official pre; ons of che, the after effect of la grippe, “infusum tabaci,” “oil of tobac tobac- | palpitation of the heart, pale and sallow complex. co ointment” and “tobacco wine” are all | ns. all forms. of hess either in mule or described as medicinal preparationsYn com- | finale. Pink Pills are —— Seectibed pe went postpatd on cents @ box. or six hoxex for §: sold In old-fashioned medicine much stress |“{u bulk or ts the 1000 be ‘iliams? was laid on the advantage of nauseating the patient by bad-tasting drugs, in order to “relax” his system. Tobacco was taken internally in large doses in dislocations in order to relax the ligaments by the exer- tion of vomiting. Tobacco was used externally for itching skin diseases. On account of its supposel power of lowering the action of the spinal cord, tobacco was taken i rnally in large doses for lockjaw and for strychnine pois- oning. Tobacco wine was used as a genile laxative medicine and also to cure asthma. Medicine always returns to old ideas after a while. After years of oblivion, doc- tors are returning to tobacco or nicotine once more. A German medical magazine advises the use of a soap irapregnated with nicotine for all skin diseases caused by par- asites, especially scabies. This soap should contain about 0.7 per cent of nicotine or extract of tobaces. It is an effective and cheap preparation, eas- ily used, and deadly to the objects it is in- tended to frighten off. It kills the microbe or drives him away. The parasite acquires a distaste for his victim. Paris has a fire engine propelled by cy- cling firemen. The machine has the appear- ance of two tandem wheels coupled with a single steering. post. Hanging between the two bicycle frames are the hose reel and a rotary pump. The whole outfit weighs less than 140 pounds, and four experienced wheelmen can push this along faster than any other fire engine ever went. The foot power of the four men propels the machine to the scene of action, and when once there the same power pumps the water. After the arrival at the scene each man is assigned to some part of the duty of mak- ing the change. One raises the back of the machine on a leg, allowing the rear wheels to revolve freely. He also throws the pump into working order, and the others have :nreeled the hose and made the coupling connections. Then, jumping into the sad- dles again, the energies of the men are directed to pumping. About 4,500 gallons of water per hour can be thsown between 7 and 100 feet in the air. The rapidity with which this machine be propelled to a fire, and also with w! it can be put into action, are its two great advantages. In two or three minutes after its arrival all the necessary changes can be made and the machine is putting a stream over the roof. 00 Heaven is Found. The following story of a somewhat fa- mous preacher in America is probably true. We hope it is. It indicates the way to heaven in a manner no sacrament nor creed can hope to rival, gays London Light: “The qvestion, ‘Where is heaven? was put to Sam Jones by one of his wealthy church members in Georgia, whose cotton crop yielded him some $20,000 the last year. here is heaven” said the rich planter. ‘I'll tell you where heaven is,’ said Mr. Jones, ‘if you go down to the village and buy $50 worth of groceries, put them in a wagon, and take them to that poor widow on the hillside, who has three of her child- ren sick. She is pocr and is a member of the church. Take with you a nurse, and some one to cook their meals. When you get there, read the twenty-third Psalm and kneel by her side and pray. Then you will find out where heaven is.’ “Next day as the evangelist was walking through the village, he met the same wealthy planter, his face beaming with joy. He spoke after this manner: ‘Mr. Jones, I've found out where heaven is. I went as you directed me. We took up the wagon load of groceries, and the poor wid- ow was completely overcome with joy. She could not express her thankfulness. As I read to her the twenty-third Psalm, my heart was filled with thankfulness to God: and, when I prayed, the angels came, and I thought I was nearer to heaven than I ever had been in my life. I left the nurse and cook in her humble dwelling,and prom- ised her she should never suffer so long as 1 could help her.’ ” ++ Texas’ Big Hog. From the Monticello Press. Texas is not only the biggest state in the Union, but lays claim to the biggest hog ever raised in the United States. The hog weighs F430 pounds, and is 8 feet 3 inches long. He measures 6 feet around the neck, 8 feet around the body, and stands 4 feet linch high. His feet are as large as those of a common ox, and the leg bone larger than that of the largest steer. He is Po- Jand China and red Jersey. He eats corn like an ox; takes the whole ear in his mouth at once and eats the cob as well as the corn, eating from forty to fifty ears at a time. There seems to be no surplus flesh on him, and physicians who have examined the hog say he can easily be made to reach 2,200 pounds. The present owner, T. Ratl- gan, paid $250 for the hog, and has been offered $1,500 for him. He has a fire policy on the animal for $5,000. No other hog, it is said, ever reached such tremendous pro- portions. We expect to learn soon that he has been burned. Time enough to worry about washday when you can’t get FELS-NAPTHA soap (Atall grocers.) FELS & CO., Philada. we) Medicine Compan AN OLD PAPER. Deed Bearing Date March 20, 1799, Placed on Record. From the Albany Journal. In the researches which now are being made among the papers found in the old Van Rensselaer mansiou, which was torn down some time ago to make way for the relentless encroachments of the progress of the nineteenth century, a number of Geeds were brought to light, and the em- ployes of the county clerk's office now are kept busy placing them, along with other records unearthed, on file, The first of the papers to be placed emong the archives of that officeswas the quit claim to the property which formed the site of the land now known as North Lansing street. It was placed on record this afternoon. The quaint old document excited siderable comment, its parchment and antique charscters presenting a cided contrast to the modern instrume which every day are rded in the oftice. In place of seals where the witnesses of the instrument had signed their names, there were affixed blotches of roughly cut paper, which was slapped on with sealing wax and cemented with mucilage or flour vaste. TyThe paper bears date March.20, — +e. Sake. From Chanibers’ Jou-ral. Sake 1. the national beverage of Japan, and until recent years wes the only fe mented liquor known in that empire. It is obtained of the best kinds of r mbles very pale sherry, though in taste it is somewhat ecid. The best sake is white, but there aré many varieties, and the poo: er people in Japan have to content them- selves with a turbid sort. A glass of sake is drunk at every function and ceremo of daily life; even all offerings to the gods at religious festivals, whether great or small, include a cup of sake. At nual dinner last year of the Thi coi body de- 1790, Japanese, a glass of the ni: e was handed round to ast, with an intimation that @ secona could be had if desired. It is m ported, however, that there was by 1 means a run on the second glass, ming to be far less popular with En- hmen than with Japanese. He stumbles, falis, % and grasps’ fran. tically at a rope, which breaks use: lessly, letting him fall straight down the precipice. He awakes with a start and a strug- ic fle, If he has a . fan ttle spot of su- Si e'\ Wh perstition in him, he tries to figure out the meatirg of the dream. If he is not supersticious, 4 looks for the cause, finds it in indigestion and nervousness, and then heeds the real mean- ing. Itisagood thing to believe in dreams, but to believe jn them in the right way. A dream is a sigtacg. 9 It is a sign that all is not right in the dreamer’s body. It means that his digestion is out of order ; and that means that his blood is not re- i sufficient nourishment; and that has its effect on the nerves ; and the nerves, on the brain. Imperfect digestion means imperfect nutrition. It means that the strength and food that ought to go into the blood from the digestive organs—that should go to build the tissues that waste every day—is being perverted and is doing no good. It means that there will be loss of solid, streagthful flesh ; that the nerves will be uncovered just that much ; that de- bility will ensue ; and that the man’s body is ready for the reception of disease-germs. That is the real meaning of the man’s dreams, and such dreams should always be taken to mean that the use of Dr. Pierce's Golden Medical Discovery is urgent and impcrative, if health would be preserved. The “Discovery” is a certain cure for indi. gestion, dyspepsia and liver compla:nt. When constipation is present. it is fre- quently necessary to supplement the “ Dis- covery” by the use of Dr. Pierce's Pleasant Pellets. me little “Pellet” is a gentle laxative, and two a mild cathartic They greatly facilitate the action of the “Golden Medical Discovery,” by ridding the system of poisonous, effete matter, increasing the activity of the lower bowels so that the impure matter forced out of the blood by the “Golden Medical Discovery ” may find uick egress. Both the ‘Golden Medical iscovery ” and the “Pellets” may be ob- tained at any drug store. Complete infor mation concerning them may had by Sddressing the World’s Dispensary ‘Med. ical Association, Buifaio, N. Y. 20Z.Sack 10 Cents. 5 Cigarette paper with § each 2 0z. sack. Pet ya