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M h t g j i t i s f j U m cl Is published every Friday Morning, at $1.50 Per Annum, Ini Advance. Office : Broad Street, Litiz, Lancas-ter County, Pa. l i u Wxtis i U m d . An Independent Family Newspaper, Devoted to Literature, Agriculture, Local and General Intelligence. JOB PRINTING of ©very description neatly and promptly done at reasonable prices. VOL. I. LITIZ, PA., FRIDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 1, 1878. NO. 21. oetrti. THE REVOLVING LIGHT. BOSTON TRANSCRIPT. • Tib night; the world's asleep; though dark, Vet day begins to creep Near dawn : yon harbor light hath shined Till morn's first peep. Now light it gleams, now darker seems, Now fades in gloomy night; Now lighter grows, now brighter throws Its full-orbed light. Yet still it burns, and lights by turns That dangerous, treacherous edge "Where breakers lash in sullen dash O'er sunken ledge. My eyes still seek the distant streak W here day the ocean nieete; Taler the light revolves as'night The morning greets. That faithful star which pales afar ITath faithful vigil kept At danger's post, guarding the coast While men have slept. But now the morn ; the night hath goue, And yonder little ray, Mingling its gleams in God's own beams. Is merged in gloriousday. ON THE SHORE. At last, the weary journey o'er, I hear the breakers plash and roar From that unknown, unfathomed sea Upon whose waves 1 soon must be. Hast thou, O sea, no other strand Wave that on which I doubting stand't Hast thou, O sea, no oilier shore Save that on which thy billows roar? In vain! in vain! No answer make The surges that arise and break. A mist of doubt falls o'er the sea— I come, resistless waves, to thee. iiueihititi. ADVENTURE OF ALL HALLOW E'EN. "Oh, girls! do you sow liemp seed?" cried merry little Gertie Ellsworth, burst ing into tlie room where a group of bright-' eyed, rosy-clieeked farmers' girls were gathered near a deep window-seat at the farther end, chatting over the topics of in-terest in their little village, after the man-ner of careless young girls. Gertie shook back the black, tangled curls from her glowing cheeks, and flew toward them in her impetuous fashion, like a bird on the wing, with alight, airy grace of movement, and yet with an im-pulsive, girlish spring which in anyone else might have appeared awkward, and which, among the girls, had won for her the sobriquet of "Trot," and the boys, for no other reason than hearing their sisters address her by it, had taken up, almost unconsciously, the appellation which suited the active little creature so well. So she was hardly known by other than this ridiculous nick-name. Now this same little Trot was a dear lover of mischief, and not a soul in D cold positive!}' affirm that he had not suf-fered in some way from the pranks which she was incessantly playing off on any and everyone who came in her way, without regard to age, sex, dignity, or color; from the .parson to black Tom, tlie milk boy, it was all the same to her, so long as some object was furnished her upon which to practice her ridiculous little jokes and sharp witticisms; and it was agreed that D didn't boast the person who could get ahead of Trot Ellsworth's wits. Yet, withal, Trot was loved and petted by every-one, in spite of her wickedness, and cer-tain it was that no one ever got angry with the merry, light-hearted girl, for her sunny temper and laughing face forbade that, "and so she reigned queen of her little circle of friends and of many a loyal heart beneath a home-spun coat. Gifted by nature with beauty of face and form, musical talent, good intellect, and the sunniest of dispositions, although but half the flower-strewn way between her seventeenth and eighteenth birthdays had as yet been traveled by her, the society of D was proud to point out to interested strangers (for they invariably were inter-ested,) the little willowy figure with the melodious voice, presiding at the organ in church, or the liaRdsome girl with the dark, bright face, dangerously sparkling-eyes, and witty repartee, who was the centre of attraction at their social gather-ings, as "Dr. Ellsworth's daughter and our belle." Hoping we have now made the reader sufficiently acquainted with the character and position of our little, heroine, we will resume our narrative at the place where it was interrupted by Miss Trot's demand for an introduction. "Ah, I had almost forgotten it was 'All hallow e'en!' But what new mischief are you brewing now, Miss consequence V I warrant some poor fellow sufters to-night from the spirit of mischief that possesses you!" cried Marion Hyde, a tall, pretty girl of seventeen, and breaking from the circle of friends, she clasped her white hands about Trot's supple waist, and the two skimmed around the long room in a breezy waltz, which the other members ol' 1lie sewing circle, to which they all be-longed, and which had not as yet been called to order, hastened to follow, while Trot pursed up her pretty lips and whistled —yes, absolutely whistled—a lively waltz. A moment more, and in rushed some half-dozen more members—laughing, fun-lov-ing girls—who joined the flying figures in their dizzy whirls about the room. "Oh, there, that will do!" cried Trot, breathlessly, breaking away from her partner, and consulting the dainty watch, whose ring was just visible above the rich crimson sash at her waist. "Seven o'clock ! Why, where is our president? But come here, Marion, and let me talk to you." And she drew her companion up near the heavily draped window, and be-gan. "Come over to-night, Marion, and sow hemp seed with me, won't you? You know it is my first night, and, although I have no faith in it, I'm going to try it. Guy Randolph says 'tis no humbug though ; says he tried it once, and saw the person of all persons for him. He won't tell me who it was though, and I—" "You have your suspicions, you sly little puss," interrupted Marion, in a bantering tone, that brought the blushes to Trot's bright face, which a pair of merry blue eyes, peering through the curtains at her side, did not fail to note, while the owner's heart gave a great thump. "What, blushing, Trot? Now I certainly have cause for suspicions !" cried Marion, jestingly. "Oh, that waltz lias warmed me up ; it always does," stammered Trot, with tlie poorest attempt at clearing herself from suspicion that she had made sinee her remembrance. '' Now, Trot Ellsworth, tell me honestly, 'without prevarication,' as the president says, for I shall draw my own conclusions, whichever way you say. Whose double had von rather have appear before your incredulous eyes to-night—Guy Randolph's or Oscar Levison's—that wicked flirt who breaks so many hearts, and of whom Guv has: recently had every cause to be jealous?';' " I f ' t w a s anyone else hut you, Marion, my mentor, I "should think this cross-questioning very impertinent; but as you owned up to me like a lady when I ac-cused y.ou of being engaged to llal Blake, why, I'll tell you, with the understanding that it is to be strictly confidential, thai 1 — detest Oscar Levison !" "Oh, how provoking you are, Trot!" cried Marion, disappointedly. "I thought you were going to give me a subject for thought by stating your preference. Come, tell me, now, which do you like better, Guy or Oscar—or do yoa detest both of them?" . Breathlessly the figure i icliind the curtain waited for the answer. This idea of hav-ing the uncertainty removed for him before proposing to such a girl as Trot, who was not given to wearing her heart upon her sleeve, was very pleasant, yet the suspense during the interval before her answer was just as painful as it could have been under any circumstances. At last the answer came, low and soft, as the red lips breathed "Guy," and the bashful head drooped in shame-faced confusion. The idea of confidence between two young and loving girls is all very nice, in its way, but they should be certain that no third party is about, and especially an in-terested one. " I know I flirted desperately with Oscar Levison, and I was sorry enough for if," the soft voice resumed a little regretfully. "But he is so handsome and agreeable,, you know, and I did not. want to show my preference outright. What girl would?" And Guy—" But tlie speakers moved away, that their confidences might not be interrupted by a group of girls who were nearing them, while the figure behind the curtain sat still in a transport of joy. It was not Guy Randolph's fault that he was there and had heard the conversation of the two girls in this seemingly dishonor-able sort of way. He was the nephew of Dr. Ellsworth's second wife ; had been paying his aunt a visit, and to-night had strayed into the curtained recess to watch the brilliant sunset, never thinking that he was encroaching upon private dominions when he entered the large sewing-room, and was only reminded of the fact when a bevy of merry girls entered, and, divesting themselves of their wraps, took their posi-tion near the v. indow and began talking, over the affairs of the sewing-circle. As he was a stranger to many of them—and with all his good looks and assurance was not the man to court the position of being the only masculine object of interest in a 'room-full of pretty girls who were likely, under the circumstances, to regard liis presence there as intentional—he had re-mained in his hiding place, pulling savage-ly at his tawny moustache, and muttering beneath his breath,— " Hang it ! now I'm in a pretty fix ! But if I hadn't been engaged in the proverbial pastime of love-sick swains I should not have been caught here like a great idiot! Deuce take it! I'm like the lion that was caught in a snare—I believe it was—and then freed by the little mouse." And to make the simile complete, he waited duti-fully for the "little mouse" in the person of Trot or his aunt, to come to his rescue, when the sound of Trot's entrance, the merrily whistled tune and dancing feet, had impelled him to take a peep through the parted curtains to see what spirit of fun and revelry had been let loose in the crowd of girls outside ; but just as lie was in tlie act of doing so, liis movements and atten-tion were arrested by the mention of his own name, and for the first time he became aware of the presence of the two girls in his vicinity. Fow men, however inclined to play the role of eavesdropper, would have resisted the temptation to listen lo what followed. But hark! even now lie hears them coming toward him again, and Trot-is saying,— "Now you will be sure to come, and we will sow hemp seed right here, in this very room ; and oh, wont it he fun ! Kenneth Lane is to stay here to-night with Guy, and their room is directly over this, and front-ing tlie milkman's house 011 the opposite side of the street, Guy promised to sow hemp seed to-night at twelve, and I've arranged to play a pretty joke on him and Kenneth." And, standing there, not two feet from the intended victim of her practi-cal joke, and within excellent hearing dis-tance, Trot unfolded her plans to the ap-preciative Marion. "You see I got my idea from a story I read, but it is not the least bit laughable for not having been original. Two years ago, I bought a pow-erful magic lantern, and from the very room that they will occupy to-night, I threw, one after another, the reflections of its horrid pictures into little black Tom's room, frightening him almost into convul-sions. Wasn't I wicked? Well, I gave him the lantern afterward, to quiet my conscience, and to-niglit I have hired him to go up into his attic at twelve o'clock, and by means of this same lantern throw the reflection of an old colored woman up-on the west window, so that it will appeaj; upon the opposite wall of their rooni, you know. Won't it be fun? I'd give all my valentines prospective to see Guy's faeCj and if I had not promised him to sow hemp seed, we would contrive some way to see it, too. And then won't I tease him about it?" The entrance of the president here in-terrupted Trot's confidence, but Guy had heard enough to satisfy the most, inveterate practical joker. The love of mischief was as strong within him as in the roguish Trot, although it did not so often assert itself, and lie determined to repay the prank which she had played but recently upon his unsuspecting self as well as come out ahead of her in her anticipated master-piece. But just now the thing uppermost in his, mind was to find some avenue of escape from the room, which was now filled with busy, bustling maids and ma-trons, all talking discordantly, but working in harmony, and it was hopeless for him to try to escape through that throng un-seen, while in his present position he was in imminent danger.of being discovered and brought to light. He turned about and tried'" the window ; it yielded, slid noiselessly up, and lie slipped out upon the veranda unobserved ; but as lie was closing it, behind .him, he accidentally allowed it to fall with a thud that brought the whole circle to the window in a breath, only to see the soles of a pair of boots vanishing around the corner—at least, so it was af-firmed by some Opinions were now divided whether it was a robber, or the wind, or possibly, Trot's pet cat; and Trot, after combatting the latter opinion most manfully for a while, at length ad-vanced the theory'that in all probability it was a- humming-bird, that wore patent leathers, number nine, and then the matter was allowed to rest, while the industrious circle resumed its occupation. Meanwhile, the object, of so much dis-cussion had rounded the corner and taken to the woods, fully expecting to be pur-sued by at least a dozen advocates of " women's rights," led by the indefatigable Trot. He was greatly surprised and grat ified, therefore, to find thai the confusion had subsided, and once more breathing freely, he made his way to the parlor, where his aunt, detained from the circle by rheumatism, was entertaining Kenneth Lane, and wondering "what had become of that boy, Guy." Guy immediately relieved the good lady's mind on entering, and engaged her in a game of chess, while Kenneth buried himself in a magazine until the breaking up of the circle, when the parlor was made brighter to him by the presence of Trot and Marion. Just which one's absence would have detracted from the brightness we will leave the sequel to show. The time passed very pleasantly to the young people, with siiiging, playing and games, while plenty of quips and jests were contributed—not alone by Trot, but Guy proved himself nearly, if not quite, her equal in wit and repartee. Trot was not jealous of him, however, but heartily enjoyed his jokes and badinage until the clock surprised them by striking eleven, and then her merry laughter resounded through the hall and up the stairway to tlie two young men, as they disappeared in their room, but not for the night, to be sure. The next hour was a busy one to them both, and Kenneth; having been taken into Guy's confidence, was in his element when at last the clock struck twelve, and they prepared to put their little plot into execution, but wondering much at the non-appearance of the "col-ored woman " to which Trot had alluded. Meanwhile, to avoid disturbance by the other inmates of the house, the two girls retired to the seclusion of the sewing-room, and there, heaping 011 a pile of wood in the wide old fire-place, they prepared to spend the next hour as pleasantly as possible. "There," whispered Trot, "now we must be quiet, Marion, that the boys may not know of our presence here. Now take this easy seat by the fire, while I profane the president's sacred chair by appropri-ating it at your side." And together they talked ancl laughed until a few minutes before the mystic hour of twelve, when they prepared themselves for a sight of their future lords. '' Really, Trot, we know so very little about it, that we may not perform the sacred ceremony aright. Ought we not to be alone?" questioned Marion. " Oh, I don't know," answered Trot, carelessly, busying herself with her pre-parations. "I guess they will appear to us just as quickly together as any oilier way. I'll risk it," she added, in a confi-dent tone. At this, Marion parted the curtains of that window, saying, as she did so,— "Let's have a little light on the subject, any way." And the bright moonlight poured into the shadowy room, and lay in huge yellow patches on the floor and wall. A large table was now moved into the middle ol'the floor opposite the window, and then each girl armed herself with a package of hemp seed, and looked in each other's eyes. " Aren't you afraid, Trot?" asked Mar-ion, her pretty face slightly pale. "Afraid? No, indeed, I'm not!" an-swered the dauntless Trot; and then the old clock 111 the hall chimed the hour of twelve. With just a little hesitancy at first, the girls at length commenced their march around the table, "chanting the mystic verses, and sowing the mystic seed.'' On the third revolution around the table, the seed crunching beneath their light footsteps, and their faces turned re-solutely away from each other—that no chance sight of the mischievous smile on either might be seen—the two stopped be-fore the window a moment, when, slowly and majestically, a figure glided in front of it, and between them and the moon. The face could not be seen, as it was thus thrown in the shadow, but the huge pro-portions of the figure were clearly outlined against the moonlit sky, while two giant arms were stretched toward the two fright-ened creatures who had thus sought to dip into futurity, and who had, to all ap-pearances, succeeded grandly. Just then the figure turned slowly, as though swayed by the gentle wind or a sudden impulse, and the face was plainly seen—a round, ruddy, rubicund visage, with great staring eyes, and cheeks and nose that spoke un-mistakably of the free use of something stronger, than cold water as in the moon-light they glowed ruby red. " Oh, Trot ! what do you see?" gasped Marion, looking white and scared. " I see a great ogre—brother to Hans Zechondgreyer, the saloon-keeper, I should say, by the strong family resemblance ; and oil, Marion, he can't be mine ! I never, never could take him as long as I live 1 No, I'll live an old maid forever first !" " He must be yours, Trot! You sowed hemp seed as well as I—he's not mine, any way ! Oh, I wish I hadn't sown hemp seed ! ' burying her scared face in her hands "Well, upon my honor, he's a beauty, and it appears to be a case of love at first sight with the old fellow !" declared Trot, emphatically, recovering her impudence with her courage. "But why can't he go away now ? I don't want liim staring at me an}' longer. I know, Marion, he s a Mormon saint, and has come for both of us. If lie wouldn't stare at us so, and de-vour us with his great eyes, there might be some chance of his forgetting how we look, and so pass us by the- future ; but I see lie does not mean to forget us. Well, if I've got to endure him sometimes, I'll not endure him longer now, so I'll make an appeal to his saiutsliip. Come, go away, sir, we have seen enough of you !" The figure still stood immovable. "Oh, I'll not endure this any longer ! Open tho window, Marion, and I'll see about lliis !" Marion closed lier eyes, and sliudder-ingly held the window open with one white hand. Out scrambled Trot over the low window seat, armed with all the courage she could muster, together with the poker, resolved that be it spook or double, or the veritable Mormon saint in the fiesli, it should be vanquished. But at .this 1110 ment a mighty vibration shook the mon-ster's frame; something came whirling down from an upper window, and the fig-ure toppled over upon the screaming, frightened girls, while shouts and bursts of uproarious laughter, followed by the most violent demonstrations of mirth, in the shape of two bootless, liatless, young men canie down from that upper room. Trot gathered up her poker with a half-formed determination to use it upon the two whom she realized had played such a ridiculous joke upon her-—the queen of jests—but contented herself with turning her back upon them, and tearing to pieces and examining the prostrate, monster, which proved to be a figure formed by stuffing a coat and pair of pantaloons, and, with plenty of sticks and a mask and hat, had been the means of giving her such a fright. It had been let down from , the upper window by a rope, and now clothing and skeleton were scattered about the veranda and sewing room, while Guy and Kenneth rolled upon the floor and went through with more gymnastic perfor-mances than ever graced a circus the whole year round, for from an adjoining hall they had witnessed the scene, and now. their pent up mirth must find vent. Just here a prolonged yell was heard, and Bridget, the cook at Ellsworth house, came rushing down the stairs, her face white with terror, her eyes protruding, ancl lier hair fairly standing 011 end with fear, "Ocli, sure and 'tis mesilf that's kilt, ' entirely !" she gasped, bursting into the | sewing-room, and adding her cries to the } general confusion, which had now aroused | Dr. and Mrs. Ellsworth, who appeared at the hall door, rather en deshabille, inquir- * ing in affright what had happened. "Oh, me counthry !" cried the affrighted girl, crouching with terror upon a chair. " Och ! I'll nivir git back to ould Ireland atall, atall ! for the ugliest, and blackest, and the fattest Injun jest come in my room, and when I shied the wash pitcher at his head, there he was, a grinnin' at me still, with the watherall clroppin' from the wall around him—sure, ancl it went right through him, ancl lie never moved, until he went up the chimney, leavin' a smell of brimstone behind him, and meself wet as a dlirowned rat!" The party immediately ascended to Bridget's room to discover the cause of her affright. When they reached the room they found alldark and silent, and what appeared to be an old colored woman, surrounded by a halo of light, appeared at the head of Bridget's bed, vanished and reappeared again. Trot, thoroughely exasperated, rushed down the stairs ancl over into little black Tonus attic, imploring him to put his ap-paratus out of sight before it should be discovered, as he had thrown the reflection upon the wrong window. When she re-turned, she found them all gathered in the sewing-room, and a burst of merriment greeted her. She knew in a moment that lier attempt to hide her unfortunate prac-tical joke had been a failure. Yes, Guy had informed them all of the whole chain of occurences of tliat never-to-be-forgotten night, ancl now Trot had to own herself fairly "given away" instead of "sold, ' as she had often declared Guy to be when made the victim of one of her practical jokes or sharp witticisms. The time has passed most merrily since then, and now Mr. and Mrs. Guy Ran-dolph are just returning from the wedding of Kenneth Lane and pretty Marion Hyde,, and it is agreed that the two couples are to live near neighbors. Each All Hailow E'en is to be spent at the old Ellsworth homestead. Perhaps it is all the better that, although Mrs. Guy is the same gay, merry little personage of old, she lias, since that eventful night, lost the ardent love for a practical joke which once char-acterized little Trot Ellsworth. SENSATION IN PLANTS. M. Figuier believes that a plant has the sensation of pleasure and of pain. Cold, for instance, he says, affects it painfully. We see it contract, or, so to speak, shiver under a sudden or vio-lent depression of temperature. An abnormal elevation of temperature evi-dently causes it to suffer, for in many vegetables, when the- heat is excessive, the leaves droop 011 t h e stalk, fold them-selves together and wither; when tlie cool of the evening comes, the leaves straighten, and the plant resumes a serene and undisturbed appearance.— Drought causes evident suffering to plants, for when they are watered after a prolonged drought they* show signs of satisfaction. The sensitive plant, touched'by tlie finger, or only visited by a current of unwelcome air, folds its petals and contracts itself. The botanist Desfontaines saw one, which he was conveying in a carriage, fold its leaves while tlie vehicle was in motion aucl expand them when it stopped—a proof that it was the motion that dis-turbed it, MIGRATORY QUAIL. I n Europe there is found a fine spe-cies of quail, which, as the cold weather approaches, crosses the Mediterranean into Africa. Several months ago a Mr. I-Iapgood, of Boston, and" a Judge Everts, of Vermont, imported some of these birds. As the cold weather commenced they were seen to leave New England for the South. Subsequently several of them boarded vessels at sea, quite a distance from tlie coast, and it was feared all would be lost, but the following letter shows that some of them are safe): SAVANNAH, G a . , D e c . 10, 1877. Mr. Editor—Let your friends, Judge Everts, of Vermont, and Mr. Hap-good, of Boston, take heart. Their European quails have not all gone to sea. They are here in considerable numbers. I have, 011 three several oc-casions, found them during my shoot-ing excursions in this vicinity. The first time I noticed them was about the IQtli of November, when I shot one before I observed that it was not a native bird. I recognized it at once as a true "cohornix <jomnmn4n," being per-fectly familiar with that bird, as I have often shot them in Egypt as well as in the south of France and in Africa. Two or three days later I saw 'tliem again, and at such a distance from where I saw them at first as to preclude, in all probability, the idea that it was the same bevy. I am well convinced that there are at least three bevies of the. birds safe from the perils of the sea. I congratulate the sportsmen of the country upon tlie apparently successful introduction of this rare game bird to America, and especially do I congratu-late the public spirited and liberal gentlemen who inaugurated and so abl\ vuiked out the scheme of their i m i o i t i t i 11. That they will return north with the spring, I have, from my intimate knowl-edge of their habits, no doubt what-ever. So let us have peace. Very truly yours, JOHN A . READY. MADAGASCAR. An inquiry addressed to the London Meld elicits the following concise in-formation upon Madagascar: Madagas-car has an approximate area of 228,564 square miles ; but this is not precisely accurate, as no complete triangulation of the island has ever been made. The Government is constitutional, the pre-sent monarch being Queen Ranavada II., who is the head of the rulers of the twenty-eight provinces into which the land is divided. Bribery prevails much among officials: Inhabitants variously estimated at from 1,600,000 to 4,000,'- 000; the probable number being' 2,500,000. Soil very fertile in parts. Chief vegetable production rice, woods, gums and medicinal plants, also sugar and iudia rubber; much iron ore, also some copper and mercury, and a little coal. There is alio certainly gold, but its working is not allowed. It is essen-tially volcanic in formation, and its chief physical feature is tlie central mountain mass, reaching from north nearly to south, and having three ab-rupt successive terraces toward the east shore, and more gradual terraces to the north, south and west. The centre plateau is over two hundred geographi-cal miles long, and lias a general height of 4,000 feet. There are three great tribes of the Malagasy, viz.: Betsimis-araka, Sakalavas and Hovas, using dif-ferent dialects, besides the other set-tled tribes; the language is certainly not easy, even to Malay scholars. In-habitants rapidly being Christianized and favorable to Englishmen, except as regards permanent settlement.— Climate hot and deadly on the coasts ; more temperate in the interior, but not suited for Europeans. FALSE HAIR. False hair, for ladies' wear, being re-cognized as a necessity of modern social existence, the want must be somehow supplied. But live hair, hair bought, to use the technical phrase, "on f o o t" —the hair of girls ancl women bribed to submit their lock to the shears— grows annually scarcer and dearer.— When the modest demand for tresses was influenced by a few elderly dames in need of wigs, the supply was easily secured by agents who bargained with the peasant maids of Brittany and ATT-vergne. Paris alone would now con-sume all, and more than all, of the available capillary crop in France ; and Marseilles, tlie present centre of the hair trade, deals with Spain, the East, and especially the two Sicilies, for the forty t ons of dark hair which she annually makes up into 65,000 chignons. "Dead h a i r " has something of a sinister, sepulchral sound, but as with-out it the cheap curls, fronts and chig-nons could not be made at the price, it may be comfortable to know that the original owners of the raw material are, as likely as not, alive and well. Rag-pickers value 110 unconsidered waif ancl stray of the street, short of gold ring and silver spoon, so highly as tlie clot-ted combings of female hair, soon to be washed with bran and potash, carded, sifted; classed and sorted. There are, commercially, seven colors of hair and three degrees of length. Much dead hail- enters into the cheaper of the 350,- 000 " p i e c e s " annually made in France. The dearest chignon cost some five and twenty pounds ; the cheapest a fiftieth part of that amount. England is the best consumer, and close upon her heels comes America.—All the Year Bound. Advertising Rates. One inch, one week $ .75 One inch, three weeks 1.75 One inch, six months 5.00 One inch, one year 8.00 Two inches, one week 1.25 Two inches, three we6ks 2 00 Two inches, six months 8.00 Two inches, one year 13.00 One-fourth column, one week 3.00 One-fourth column, three weeks 7.00 One-i'oui-th column, six months 15 00 One-fourth column, one year 25.00 Local notices will be charged at the rate of eight cents per line for each insertion. Wmwtiez. —It is estimated that the Turks have lost over 100,000 by tliccasulties of war thus far. —Wisconsin is Indian for " wild-rush ing-river." —Syracuse, N. Y., has a stone pile which keeps away all tramps. —Pearls consist of concentric layers of carbonate of lime ancl membrane. —Married women in Japan shave off their eyebrows, and widows shave the entire scalp. —A true knight is fuller of gay-bravery in the midst than in the begin-in g of danger. —Blankets are the " circulating me-dium " of the natives of Vancouver. The richest chiefs have them stored by tlie hundred. •—A number of gentlemen are about sinking several artesian wells at iforris-tovvn, Pa., with a view to supplying pure water to that place. —"What is called a one-legged rail-road is being made near Oil City, Pa. There is a single iron rail, on which saddle-shaped cars are to run, guided by wooden rails lower down. —A steamer plying between San Francisco and Stockton keeps ail ec-centric and useful sheep 011 board. The sheep is trained to go out on a gang-plank at landing when a flock is to be loaded, to show t h a t the approach is safe, and to act as a pilot. —John Ilolden, a surveyor of Perry county, Miss., lias dug up a treasure of $35,000 in coin, to which he was guided by an instrument of his own invention. The money was buried during the war by guerillas, who quarreled and killed each other oft, leaving only general in-structions as to the neighborhood where sit was concealed. —Nevada dogs seem to be made of "sterner s t u f f " than other American curs. Lately one fell clown a ninety-five foot shaft, struck with emphasis on hard rock, lived sixteen days without food or water, was taken out after that time, and immediately ran down and totally destroyed a rat-that presumed too much on appearan ces and approached rather too near the sickly-looking an-imal. —Krupp employs 14,000 workmen at his gun foundry at Essen, and 8,000 more outside of the place. A party of curious Americans recently applied for admission t o the works, but were pointed to a notice at the entrance, printed in English, French, German and Italian, which said that 110 one would be allowed to enter, except persons of distinction and those sent in behalf of a foreign government. They then sent in a note to tlie proprietors. The note was re-turned and on the back of it was written in English a reply to the effect t h a t the managers must refuse the request. —It is not generally known, perhaps, that the motto "God speed the plow'' sprang out of a rebellion. There was a great deal of "plucking down of in-closures, and laying waste of fields to enlarge the common lands," in the early part of the sixteenth century ; and in 1549 the practice led to an agrarian insurrection in the Midland and north-eastern counties of England. Tlie rebels on that occasion bore a banner, on which was inscribed "God speed the plow;" and this is the first instance 011 record of the use of the phrase. I11 all probability, therefore, it was invented then. —Liszt, the great pianist, who is now in Rome, requires a great deal of pres-sure before he will play, and if he con-sents it is only after much flattery. A lady got the better of him the other day by locking her piano when he was ex-pected, instead of leaving it open like her friends and rivals. Tlie famous in-strumentalist was spared hints and prayers, but lie was not at ease. He wandered about the instrument for a while, and finally asked the fair hostess for the key, which she had put in her pocket. Her guests heard him at his best, as though in protest for the slight-to his beloved art. —The following noticeis conspicuous-ly set up. in the state forests of France: ''Hedgehog— Feeds 011 mice, small rod-ents, slugs and grubs. Do not kill a hedgehog. Toad—a farmer's friend ; destroys twenty to thirty insects per hour. Do not kill a toad. Mole—De-stroys grubs, crickets and insects in-jurious to agriculture; no trace of vegetable matter is ever found in its stomach; does more good than harm. Do not kill a mole. Cockchafer and liis grid)—Each insect lays seventy to one hundred eggs. Kill the cock-chafers. Each department of France loses annually thousands of francs by the injuries of insects. Birds are the only enemies capable of contending with them. Children, do not rob the birds' nests. —In France each inhabitant drinks, on an average, three-quarters of a gal-lon of spirits annually. Sudden deaths, the consequence of drinks, are most frequent in those departments in which spirit is drunk; they are rare where wine only is consumed. Cases of in-toxication, sufficient to bring the drinker under tlie notice of the law, are also five times more frequent in the de-partments which consume much alcohol than in those in which wine is con-sumed. So, also, with respect to alco-holic delirium; the number of cases stands in almost direct relation to the amount of spirit consumed, and partic-ularly to the amount of manufactured spirit which is taken. Vendee and Charente present the only exceptions to this rule, and there a large quantity of •white wine is taken—almost as danger-ous as brandy.
Object Description
Title | Lititz Record |
Masthead | Lititz Record 1878-02-01 |
Subject | Lititz (Pa.) -- Newspapers;Lancaster County (Pa.)—Newspapers |
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Date | 1878-02-01 |
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M h t g j i t i s f j U m cl
Is published every Friday Morning, at
$1.50 Per Annum, Ini Advance.
Office : Broad Street, Litiz, Lancas-ter
County, Pa.
l i u Wxtis i U m d .
An Independent Family Newspaper, Devoted to Literature, Agriculture, Local and General Intelligence.
JOB PRINTING
of ©very description neatly and promptly done at
reasonable prices.
VOL. I. LITIZ, PA., FRIDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 1, 1878. NO. 21.
oetrti.
THE REVOLVING LIGHT.
BOSTON TRANSCRIPT.
• Tib night; the world's asleep; though dark,
Vet day begins to creep
Near dawn : yon harbor light hath shined
Till morn's first peep.
Now light it gleams, now darker seems,
Now fades in gloomy night;
Now lighter grows, now brighter throws
Its full-orbed light.
Yet still it burns, and lights by turns
That dangerous, treacherous edge
"Where breakers lash in sullen dash
O'er sunken ledge.
My eyes still seek the distant streak
W here day the ocean nieete;
Taler the light revolves as'night
The morning greets.
That faithful star which pales afar
ITath faithful vigil kept
At danger's post, guarding the coast
While men have slept.
But now the morn ; the night hath goue,
And yonder little ray,
Mingling its gleams in God's own beams.
Is merged in gloriousday.
ON THE SHORE.
At last, the weary journey o'er,
I hear the breakers plash and roar
From that unknown, unfathomed sea
Upon whose waves 1 soon must be.
Hast thou, O sea, no other strand
Wave that on which I doubting stand't
Hast thou, O sea, no oilier shore
Save that on which thy billows roar?
In vain! in vain! No answer make
The surges that arise and break.
A mist of doubt falls o'er the sea—
I come, resistless waves, to thee.
iiueihititi.
ADVENTURE OF ALL HALLOW E'EN.
"Oh, girls! do you sow liemp seed?"
cried merry little Gertie Ellsworth, burst
ing into tlie room where a group of bright-'
eyed, rosy-clieeked farmers' girls were
gathered near a deep window-seat at the
farther end, chatting over the topics of in-terest
in their little village, after the man-ner
of careless young girls.
Gertie shook back the black, tangled
curls from her glowing cheeks, and flew
toward them in her impetuous fashion,
like a bird on the wing, with alight, airy
grace of movement, and yet with an im-pulsive,
girlish spring which in anyone
else might have appeared awkward, and
which, among the girls, had won for her
the sobriquet of "Trot," and the boys, for
no other reason than hearing their sisters
address her by it, had taken up, almost
unconsciously, the appellation which suited
the active little creature so well. So she
was hardly known by other than this
ridiculous nick-name.
Now this same little Trot was a dear
lover of mischief, and not a soul in D
cold positive!}' affirm that he had not suf-fered
in some way from the pranks which
she was incessantly playing off on any and
everyone who came in her way, without
regard to age, sex, dignity, or color; from
the .parson to black Tom, tlie milk boy, it
was all the same to her, so long as some
object was furnished her upon which to
practice her ridiculous little jokes and
sharp witticisms; and it was agreed that
D didn't boast the person who could
get ahead of Trot Ellsworth's wits. Yet,
withal, Trot was loved and petted by every-one,
in spite of her wickedness, and cer-tain
it was that no one ever got angry
with the merry, light-hearted girl, for her
sunny temper and laughing face forbade
that, "and so she reigned queen of her little
circle of friends and of many a loyal heart
beneath a home-spun coat.
Gifted by nature with beauty of face and
form, musical talent, good intellect, and
the sunniest of dispositions, although but
half the flower-strewn way between her
seventeenth and eighteenth birthdays had
as yet been traveled by her, the society of
D was proud to point out to interested
strangers (for they invariably were inter-ested,)
the little willowy figure with the
melodious voice, presiding at the organ in
church, or the liaRdsome girl with the
dark, bright face, dangerously sparkling-eyes,
and witty repartee, who was the
centre of attraction at their social gather-ings,
as "Dr. Ellsworth's daughter and
our belle."
Hoping we have now made the reader
sufficiently acquainted with the character
and position of our little, heroine, we will
resume our narrative at the place where it
was interrupted by Miss Trot's demand for
an introduction.
"Ah, I had almost forgotten it was 'All
hallow e'en!' But what new mischief
are you brewing now, Miss consequence V
I warrant some poor fellow sufters to-night
from the spirit of mischief that possesses
you!" cried Marion Hyde, a tall, pretty
girl of seventeen, and breaking from the
circle of friends, she clasped her white
hands about Trot's supple waist, and the
two skimmed around the long room in a
breezy waltz, which the other members ol'
1lie sewing circle, to which they all be-longed,
and which had not as yet been
called to order, hastened to follow, while
Trot pursed up her pretty lips and whistled
—yes, absolutely whistled—a lively waltz.
A moment more, and in rushed some half-dozen
more members—laughing, fun-lov-ing
girls—who joined the flying figures in
their dizzy whirls about the room.
"Oh, there, that will do!" cried Trot,
breathlessly, breaking away from her
partner, and consulting the dainty watch,
whose ring was just visible above the
rich crimson sash at her waist. "Seven
o'clock ! Why, where is our president?
But come here, Marion, and let me talk to
you." And she drew her companion up
near the heavily draped window, and be-gan.
"Come over to-night, Marion, and
sow hemp seed with me, won't you? You
know it is my first night, and, although I
have no faith in it, I'm going to try it.
Guy Randolph says 'tis no humbug though ;
says he tried it once, and saw the person
of all persons for him. He won't tell me
who it was though, and I—"
"You have your suspicions, you sly
little puss," interrupted Marion, in a
bantering tone, that brought the blushes
to Trot's bright face, which a pair of
merry blue eyes, peering through the
curtains at her side, did not fail to note,
while the owner's heart gave a great
thump. "What, blushing, Trot? Now
I certainly have cause for suspicions !"
cried Marion, jestingly.
"Oh, that waltz lias warmed me up ; it
always does," stammered Trot, with tlie
poorest attempt at clearing herself from
suspicion that she had made sinee her
remembrance.
'' Now, Trot Ellsworth, tell me honestly,
'without prevarication,' as the president
says, for I shall draw my own conclusions,
whichever way you say. Whose double
had von rather have appear before your
incredulous eyes to-night—Guy Randolph's
or Oscar Levison's—that wicked flirt who
breaks so many hearts, and of whom
Guv has: recently had every cause to be
jealous?';'
" I f ' t w a s anyone else hut you, Marion,
my mentor, I "should think this cross-questioning
very impertinent; but as you
owned up to me like a lady when I ac-cused
y.ou of being engaged to llal Blake,
why, I'll tell you, with the understanding
that it is to be strictly confidential, thai 1
— detest Oscar Levison !"
"Oh, how provoking you are, Trot!"
cried Marion, disappointedly. "I thought
you were going to give me a subject for
thought by stating your preference. Come,
tell me, now, which do you like better,
Guy or Oscar—or do yoa detest both of
them?"
. Breathlessly the figure i icliind the curtain
waited for the answer. This idea of hav-ing
the uncertainty removed for him before
proposing to such a girl as Trot, who was
not given to wearing her heart upon her
sleeve, was very pleasant, yet the suspense
during the interval before her answer was
just as painful as it could have been under
any circumstances. At last the answer
came, low and soft, as the red lips breathed
"Guy," and the bashful head drooped in
shame-faced confusion.
The idea of confidence between two
young and loving girls is all very nice, in
its way, but they should be certain that no
third party is about, and especially an in-terested
one.
" I know I flirted desperately with Oscar
Levison, and I was sorry enough for if,"
the soft voice resumed a little regretfully.
"But he is so handsome and agreeable,,
you know, and I did not. want to show my
preference outright. What girl would?"
And Guy—"
But tlie speakers moved away, that their
confidences might not be interrupted by a
group of girls who were nearing them,
while the figure behind the curtain sat still
in a transport of joy.
It was not Guy Randolph's fault that he
was there and had heard the conversation
of the two girls in this seemingly dishonor-able
sort of way. He was the nephew of
Dr. Ellsworth's second wife ; had been
paying his aunt a visit, and to-night had
strayed into the curtained recess to watch
the brilliant sunset, never thinking that he
was encroaching upon private dominions
when he entered the large sewing-room,
and was only reminded of the fact when a
bevy of merry girls entered, and, divesting
themselves of their wraps, took their posi-tion
near the v. indow and began talking,
over the affairs of the sewing-circle. As
he was a stranger to many of them—and
with all his good looks and assurance was
not the man to court the position of being
the only masculine object of interest in a
'room-full of pretty girls who were likely,
under the circumstances, to regard liis
presence there as intentional—he had re-mained
in his hiding place, pulling savage-ly
at his tawny moustache, and muttering
beneath his breath,—
" Hang it ! now I'm in a pretty fix ! But
if I hadn't been engaged in the proverbial
pastime of love-sick swains I should not
have been caught here like a great idiot!
Deuce take it! I'm like the lion that was
caught in a snare—I believe it was—and
then freed by the little mouse." And to
make the simile complete, he waited duti-fully
for the "little mouse" in the person
of Trot or his aunt, to come to his rescue,
when the sound of Trot's entrance, the
merrily whistled tune and dancing feet,
had impelled him to take a peep through
the parted curtains to see what spirit of fun
and revelry had been let loose in the crowd
of girls outside ; but just as lie was in tlie
act of doing so, liis movements and atten-tion
were arrested by the mention of his
own name, and for the first time he became
aware of the presence of the two girls in his
vicinity. Fow men, however inclined to
play the role of eavesdropper, would have
resisted the temptation to listen lo what
followed. But hark! even now lie hears
them coming toward him again, and Trot-is
saying,—
"Now you will be sure to come, and we
will sow hemp seed right here, in this very
room ; and oh, wont it he fun ! Kenneth
Lane is to stay here to-night with Guy, and
their room is directly over this, and front-ing
tlie milkman's house 011 the opposite
side of the street, Guy promised to sow
hemp seed to-night at twelve, and I've
arranged to play a pretty joke on him and
Kenneth." And, standing there, not two
feet from the intended victim of her practi-cal
joke, and within excellent hearing dis-tance,
Trot unfolded her plans to the ap-preciative
Marion. "You see I got my
idea from a story I read, but it is not the
least bit laughable for not having been
original. Two years ago, I bought a pow-erful
magic lantern, and from the very
room that they will occupy to-night, I
threw, one after another, the reflections of
its horrid pictures into little black Tom's
room, frightening him almost into convul-sions.
Wasn't I wicked? Well, I gave
him the lantern afterward, to quiet my
conscience, and to-niglit I have hired him
to go up into his attic at twelve o'clock,
and by means of this same lantern throw
the reflection of an old colored woman up-on
the west window, so that it will appeaj;
upon the opposite wall of their rooni, you
know. Won't it be fun? I'd give all my
valentines prospective to see Guy's faeCj
and if I had not promised him to sow
hemp seed, we would contrive some way
to see it, too. And then won't I tease
him about it?"
The entrance of the president here in-terrupted
Trot's confidence, but Guy had
heard enough to satisfy the most, inveterate
practical joker. The love of mischief was
as strong within him as in the roguish
Trot, although it did not so often assert
itself, and lie determined to repay the
prank which she had played but recently
upon his unsuspecting self as well as come
out ahead of her in her anticipated master-piece.
But just now the thing uppermost
in his, mind was to find some avenue of
escape from the room, which was now
filled with busy, bustling maids and ma-trons,
all talking discordantly, but working
in harmony, and it was hopeless for him
to try to escape through that throng un-seen,
while in his present position he was
in imminent danger.of being discovered
and brought to light. He turned about
and tried'" the window ; it yielded, slid
noiselessly up, and lie slipped out upon the
veranda unobserved ; but as lie was closing
it, behind .him, he accidentally allowed it
to fall with a thud that brought the whole
circle to the window in a breath, only to
see the soles of a pair of boots vanishing
around the corner—at least, so it was af-firmed
by some Opinions were now
divided whether it was a robber, or the
wind, or possibly, Trot's pet cat; and
Trot, after combatting the latter opinion
most manfully for a while, at length ad-vanced
the theory'that in all probability it
was a- humming-bird, that wore patent
leathers, number nine, and then the matter
was allowed to rest, while the industrious
circle resumed its occupation.
Meanwhile, the object, of so much dis-cussion
had rounded the corner and taken
to the woods, fully expecting to be pur-sued
by at least a dozen advocates of
" women's rights," led by the indefatigable
Trot. He was greatly surprised and grat
ified, therefore, to find thai the confusion
had subsided, and once more breathing
freely, he made his way to the parlor,
where his aunt, detained from the circle
by rheumatism, was entertaining Kenneth
Lane, and wondering "what had become
of that boy, Guy."
Guy immediately relieved the good
lady's mind on entering, and engaged her
in a game of chess, while Kenneth buried
himself in a magazine until the breaking
up of the circle, when the parlor was made
brighter to him by the presence of Trot
and Marion. Just which one's absence
would have detracted from the brightness
we will leave the sequel to show.
The time passed very pleasantly to the
young people, with siiiging, playing and
games, while plenty of quips and jests
were contributed—not alone by Trot, but
Guy proved himself nearly, if not quite,
her equal in wit and repartee. Trot was
not jealous of him, however, but heartily
enjoyed his jokes and badinage until the
clock surprised them by striking eleven,
and then her merry laughter resounded
through the hall and up the stairway to
tlie two young men, as they disappeared
in their room, but not for the night, to be
sure. The next hour was a busy one to
them both, and Kenneth; having been
taken into Guy's confidence, was in his
element when at last the clock struck
twelve, and they prepared to put their
little plot into execution, but wondering
much at the non-appearance of the "col-ored
woman " to which Trot had alluded.
Meanwhile, to avoid disturbance by the
other inmates of the house, the two girls
retired to the seclusion of the sewing-room,
and there, heaping 011 a pile of wood in the
wide old fire-place, they prepared to spend
the next hour as pleasantly as possible.
"There," whispered Trot, "now we
must be quiet, Marion, that the boys may
not know of our presence here. Now take
this easy seat by the fire, while I profane
the president's sacred chair by appropri-ating
it at your side." And together they
talked ancl laughed until a few minutes
before the mystic hour of twelve, when
they prepared themselves for a sight of
their future lords.
'' Really, Trot, we know so very little
about it, that we may not perform the
sacred ceremony aright. Ought we not
to be alone?" questioned Marion.
" Oh, I don't know," answered Trot,
carelessly, busying herself with her pre-parations.
"I guess they will appear to
us just as quickly together as any oilier
way. I'll risk it," she added, in a confi-dent
tone.
At this, Marion parted the curtains of
that window, saying, as she did so,—
"Let's have a little light on the subject,
any way." And the bright moonlight
poured into the shadowy room, and lay in
huge yellow patches on the floor and wall.
A large table was now moved into the
middle ol'the floor opposite the window,
and then each girl armed herself with a
package of hemp seed, and looked in each
other's eyes.
" Aren't you afraid, Trot?" asked Mar-ion,
her pretty face slightly pale.
"Afraid? No, indeed, I'm not!" an-swered
the dauntless Trot; and then the old
clock 111 the hall chimed the hour of
twelve. With just a little hesitancy at
first, the girls at length commenced their
march around the table, "chanting the
mystic verses, and sowing the mystic
seed.'' On the third revolution around the
table, the seed crunching beneath their
light footsteps, and their faces turned re-solutely
away from each other—that no
chance sight of the mischievous smile on
either might be seen—the two stopped be-fore
the window a moment, when, slowly
and majestically, a figure glided in front
of it, and between them and the moon.
The face could not be seen, as it was thus
thrown in the shadow, but the huge pro-portions
of the figure were clearly outlined
against the moonlit sky, while two giant
arms were stretched toward the two fright-ened
creatures who had thus sought to
dip into futurity, and who had, to all ap-pearances,
succeeded grandly. Just then
the figure turned slowly, as though swayed
by the gentle wind or a sudden impulse,
and the face was plainly seen—a round,
ruddy, rubicund visage, with great staring
eyes, and cheeks and nose that spoke un-mistakably
of the free use of something
stronger, than cold water as in the moon-light
they glowed ruby red.
" Oh, Trot ! what do you see?" gasped
Marion, looking white and scared.
" I see a great ogre—brother to Hans
Zechondgreyer, the saloon-keeper, I should
say, by the strong family resemblance ;
and oil, Marion, he can't be mine ! I never,
never could take him as long as I live 1
No, I'll live an old maid forever first !"
" He must be yours, Trot! You sowed
hemp seed as well as I—he's not mine,
any way ! Oh, I wish I hadn't sown hemp
seed ! ' burying her scared face in her
hands
"Well, upon my honor, he's a beauty,
and it appears to be a case of love at first
sight with the old fellow !" declared Trot,
emphatically, recovering her impudence
with her courage. "But why can't he
go away now ? I don't want liim staring
at me an}' longer. I know, Marion, he s
a Mormon saint, and has come for both of
us. If lie wouldn't stare at us so, and de-vour
us with his great eyes, there might
be some chance of his forgetting how we
look, and so pass us by the- future ; but I
see lie does not mean to forget us. Well,
if I've got to endure him sometimes, I'll
not endure him longer now, so I'll make
an appeal to his saiutsliip. Come, go
away, sir, we have seen enough of you !"
The figure still stood immovable.
"Oh, I'll not endure this any longer !
Open tho window, Marion, and I'll see
about lliis !"
Marion closed lier eyes, and sliudder-ingly
held the window open with one white
hand. Out scrambled Trot over the low
window seat, armed with all the courage
she could muster, together with the poker,
resolved that be it spook or double, or the
veritable Mormon saint in the fiesli, it
should be vanquished. But at .this 1110
ment a mighty vibration shook the mon-ster's
frame; something came whirling
down from an upper window, and the fig-ure
toppled over upon the screaming,
frightened girls, while shouts and bursts
of uproarious laughter, followed by the
most violent demonstrations of mirth, in
the shape of two bootless, liatless, young
men canie down from that upper room.
Trot gathered up her poker with a half-formed
determination to use it upon the
two whom she realized had played such a
ridiculous joke upon her-—the queen of
jests—but contented herself with turning
her back upon them, and tearing to pieces
and examining the prostrate, monster,
which proved to be a figure formed by
stuffing a coat and pair of pantaloons,
and, with plenty of sticks and a mask and
hat, had been the means of giving her
such a fright. It had been let down from ,
the upper window by a rope, and now
clothing and skeleton were scattered about
the veranda and sewing room, while Guy
and Kenneth rolled upon the floor and went
through with more gymnastic perfor-mances
than ever graced a circus the
whole year round, for from an adjoining
hall they had witnessed the scene, and
now. their pent up mirth must find vent.
Just here a prolonged yell was heard,
and Bridget, the cook at Ellsworth house,
came rushing down the stairs, her face
white with terror, her eyes protruding, ancl
lier hair fairly standing 011 end with fear,
"Ocli, sure and 'tis mesilf that's kilt,
' entirely !" she gasped, bursting into the
| sewing-room, and adding her cries to the
} general confusion, which had now aroused
| Dr. and Mrs. Ellsworth, who appeared at
the hall door, rather en deshabille, inquir-
* ing in affright what had happened. "Oh,
me counthry !" cried the affrighted girl,
crouching with terror upon a chair.
" Och ! I'll nivir git back to ould Ireland
atall, atall ! for the ugliest, and blackest,
and the fattest Injun jest come in my room,
and when I shied the wash pitcher at his
head, there he was, a grinnin' at me still,
with the watherall clroppin' from the wall
around him—sure, ancl it went right
through him, ancl lie never moved, until
he went up the chimney, leavin' a smell
of brimstone behind him, and meself wet
as a dlirowned rat!"
The party immediately ascended to
Bridget's room to discover the cause of
her affright. When they reached the
room they found alldark and silent, and
what appeared to be an old colored woman,
surrounded by a halo of light, appeared
at the head of Bridget's bed, vanished and
reappeared again.
Trot, thoroughely exasperated, rushed
down the stairs ancl over into little black
Tonus attic, imploring him to put his ap-paratus
out of sight before it should be
discovered, as he had thrown the reflection
upon the wrong window. When she re-turned,
she found them all gathered in the
sewing-room, and a burst of merriment
greeted her. She knew in a moment that
lier attempt to hide her unfortunate prac-tical
joke had been a failure. Yes, Guy
had informed them all of the whole chain
of occurences of tliat never-to-be-forgotten
night, ancl now Trot had to own herself
fairly "given away" instead of "sold, '
as she had often declared Guy to be when
made the victim of one of her practical
jokes or sharp witticisms.
The time has passed most merrily since
then, and now Mr. and Mrs. Guy Ran-dolph
are just returning from the wedding
of Kenneth Lane and pretty Marion Hyde,,
and it is agreed that the two couples are
to live near neighbors. Each All Hailow
E'en is to be spent at the old Ellsworth
homestead. Perhaps it is all the better
that, although Mrs. Guy is the same gay,
merry little personage of old, she lias,
since that eventful night, lost the ardent
love for a practical joke which once char-acterized
little Trot Ellsworth.
SENSATION IN PLANTS.
M. Figuier believes that a plant has
the sensation of pleasure and of pain.
Cold, for instance, he says, affects it
painfully. We see it contract, or, so
to speak, shiver under a sudden or vio-lent
depression of temperature. An
abnormal elevation of temperature evi-dently
causes it to suffer, for in many
vegetables, when the- heat is excessive,
the leaves droop 011 t h e stalk, fold them-selves
together and wither; when tlie
cool of the evening comes, the leaves
straighten, and the plant resumes a
serene and undisturbed appearance.—
Drought causes evident suffering to
plants, for when they are watered after
a prolonged drought they* show signs
of satisfaction. The sensitive plant,
touched'by tlie finger, or only visited
by a current of unwelcome air, folds
its petals and contracts itself. The
botanist Desfontaines saw one, which
he was conveying in a carriage, fold its
leaves while tlie vehicle was in motion
aucl expand them when it stopped—a
proof that it was the motion that dis-turbed
it,
MIGRATORY QUAIL.
I n Europe there is found a fine spe-cies
of quail, which, as the cold weather
approaches, crosses the Mediterranean
into Africa. Several months ago
a Mr. I-Iapgood, of Boston, and" a
Judge Everts, of Vermont, imported
some of these birds. As the cold
weather commenced they were seen to
leave New England for the South.
Subsequently several of them boarded
vessels at sea, quite a distance from
tlie coast, and it was feared all would
be lost, but the following letter shows
that some of them are safe):
SAVANNAH, G a . , D e c . 10, 1877.
Mr. Editor—Let your friends, Judge
Everts, of Vermont, and Mr. Hap-good,
of Boston, take heart. Their
European quails have not all gone to
sea. They are here in considerable
numbers. I have, 011 three several oc-casions,
found them during my shoot-ing
excursions in this vicinity. The
first time I noticed them was about
the IQtli of November, when I shot one
before I observed that it was not a
native bird. I recognized it at once as
a true "cohornix |
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