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Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-12-04
Poetry Of the Throttle Valve.

| An engineer brought Ills train to 8
stand still at little Massachusetts viz
| lage where the passengers naye live n1n-
utes for lunch. a lady came along on
| the platform and said:
''The conductor tells me the train ut
the junction ut p leagee li't.en
minutes before orr arrival. it is SsatiIr-
day and that is the last train. have q
| very sick child in tue car, aid no money
for hotel, and none for private eoilYt. :
ance long, long way in the country.
What shall I dog
"Well, wish ( could tell your' said
the engineer.
s'Would it be possible for you to hurry
little?" asked the anxious, tegiul
mother.
''No, madam; I have the time table
and the rules, so must run by then,
you see"
She sorrowfully turned away, leaving
the bronzed face OF the engineer WEI
with tears. Presently she returned ani
said:
"Are you Christian"
81 trust [ am, was the reply.
"Will you pray with me that the Lord
may in some way detain the train at tine
Junction."
"Why. yes, I will pray with you, but
I have not much faith. "
Just then the conductor cried, GAN
aboardp The poor woman hurried back
to the deformed and sick child, and then
away sped the train climbing the high
grade.
Somehow or other" said the en-
gineer, Everything worked like
charm. As I prayed, 1 couldn't help
letting my engine out just little. We
hardly stopped at the first station; peo-
pie got off and on with wonderful alacri-
ty, the conductors lantern was in the air
in half minute, and then away again.
Once over the summit it was dreadful
easy to give her little more, as I prayed,
till she seemed to shoot through the air
like an arrow. Somehow couldn't hold
her, knowing I had the road, and so we
dashed up to the junction six minutes
ahead of time"
There stood the other train and the
conductor, with the lantern hanging on
his arm.
"Well," said he, evil you tell me
what I am waiting for? Somehow I felt
as if must await your coming tonight,
but don't know why"
ST guess" said the brother conductor,
ssit is for this poor woman with her sick
deformed child, dreadfully anxious to
get home this Saturday night.
But the man on the engine and the
grateful mother think they can tell why
II, rrroiknd
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-12-04
Pleasing an Amateur Musician.

81 think" said O well-known or.
chestral leader, ''the best joke ever
played in this town was on an ambitious
amateur pianist when GottschaIk was
here. The amateurs father was the
owner of large hall, and he offered the
use of it to Gottschalk for his benefit.
There was to be piece for eight pianos,
and the amateur was to play one OF the
instruments. I was the leader.
thought Gottschalk would have g. fit
when I told him that the amateur could
not play three straight notes.
'.He is sure to throw us all out" said
I, ''an2 ruin the performance.
"Gottschalk swore like Mayor, but
twas no good. The bills were out, and
he couldn't go back on his programme,
even If the gift of the hall for the night
was no consideration to him. 1t last L
nit on an idea that fixed the whole bust
ness. The amateur came down to re-
hearsal, and we praised him up until he
though he WAS to be the star Of the even
ing. AS soon rs he left we took the
hammers out of his piano and made it rs
dumb as an oyster. guessed lie woU'd
never know the difference, with seven
pianos going at once.
The tuneful convention laughed.
''And just as I thought" said the
leader, hammering on the liable with his
glass, ''that amateur or his friends never
discovered the trick"
'sNo?"
s'No, sir; he just sailed in and pound
ed on that piano as If it was the worst
enemy he ever had. He was bound to
show off among so many good pianists,
and hammered on his keyboard until
the perspiration almost blinded him.
Now and then I looked at him approx
ingly to give him fresh courage, and
nearly every time that did he gave the
piano lick that nearly made match
wood of it. His friends all around threw
bouquets at him till he looked like a
wedding arch, and when it was all over
his fond parent fell on his neck in the
green-room and slipped check for two
hundred and fifty dollars into his hand.
The old man didn't know whether he
was standing OH his head or his heels,
he was SO tickled, and the way he set up
the wine for the crowd was a caution. %
"Didn't he do fne," said he to me,
"among SO many first-class professionals,
too?"
"I never heard an amateur do so well
in public said I, and what's more I
meant it, eh? Don't you think 1 was
right?"
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-12-04
A Farmer who Robbed his Boy.

A farmer found in his flock lamb
which the mother would not own. He
gave it to his son, a boy fifteen years old,
who saved it and raised it. The boy
called it his all summer, and the family
called it his, and his it was. In the fall,
when his father sold the other lambs, he
let this one go with them, and taking
the pay for it, he tucked it into his big
wallet and carried it off to pay taxes, or
put it In the bank.
Now this farmer did not intend to do
anything wrong. Least of all did he In
tend to wrong his boy. Probably he
did not give the matter much thought
any way; and if he did he considered
the boys own aweship of the lamb sort
of pleasant fiction, or reasoned that the
boy, having all his needs supplied out
of the family purse, did not need the
pay for the lamb, and it was better to
put it into the common fund. But for
all that, taking the lamb and selling it
in that way, and pocketing the proceeds,
was stealing. No, it was robbery; and
as between this boy and his father, one
of the meanest robberies that could be
perpetrated. Not only this, but by
robbing the boy of that two dollars the
farmer did more to make the boy dis
contented, and drive him from home,
than he can undo with ten times that
amount. A boy is little man, and If
he has any Of the gather and grip to him
when he grows up, he begins at an early
age to feel that desire to own something,
and to add to the property subject to hls
ownership, which is at once the incea-
tive to effect work, and the motive which
reconGles men to their condition.
No matter how well the boys wants
are provided for from fund which is
common to the whole family, he takes
no particular interest in adding to that
fund, because he does not feel that it Is
his, and he tires of labor and thought,
the proceeds of which he must shafe
with several others; but give him piece
At property Of his own, to manage as he
pleasos, to keep, to sell, or exchange.
and let him feel that his ownership =
secure. and that his loss or gain depends
upon his own endeavors, and he VI
work oheerfully and cOntentedly.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-12-04
Pleasant Homes.
CCor. Rural New Yorker.1


A little time and labor viii make the
grounds about the house look tidy, neat
and inviting. There is no use in having
the yard all covered with sticks and last
years burdock stocks, to stick their
hateful burs into clothes and stockings.
A garden rake and wheelbarrow, with
a pair of strong hands, Will clean up all
the refuse stuff, and if there are dry
leaves drifting around SO much the bet
ter; it will all make good absorbent
for the manure shed and piggery. No
matter if the house is old, or brown, OF
moss-grown with age, if it is cleaned up
neatly, it will look as if it were comfort
able and give favorable impression OF
the inhabitants, and few flower roots
set out and trimmed up nicely, will make
the homeliest place look pleasant. A
few vines, running up the sides of the
house, so as to shade the windows and
doors, are as much of an ornament to an
old house as they are to fine mansion.
A pretty porch can be made over the
door by setting long poles each side OF
the steps and passing strings over the top
backward and forward. IF hop vines
can be obtained, set out some roots close
by the poles and tram the vines up the
poles and string across the top. II you
cannot get hop vines, plant beans, morn
ing glories. or sweet peas; train them to
run up and you will have something that
will give pleasure all the long summer
days. Boys will enjoy helping if you
only show them how to do it, and it will
be lifelong pleasure to them to know
how to make things look pretty.
Do you think it will take too much
time, for what is time for, only to make
one happy and good. Children can be
taught early in life to make themselves
useful, and there is no child but that
likes to see pleasant home, and if they
know how to do it, will take hold and
help make it pleasant.
We all of us form an idea Of persons
character when we pass his dwelling. If
we see the yards all in a litter. and pigs.
calves and chickens hopping over logs
and chips, we are Immediately impressed
with the belief that shiftless people live
there. A row of sunhowers or clump
of hollyhocks are an improvement to any
place, and look far better than rank pig
weeds or mayweed growing everywhere.
There is no excuse for the surroundings
Of q farmhouse to be filthy and cluttered
up with everything; only just sheer
laziness and don t-caritiveness. Iguess
that is a new word, but it is as express
civa O ono Ms f kuou
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-12-04
The Aversion for Manual Labor.

The following from the Cincinnati
Price Current contains some sound sug.
gestions in favor of country life and
manual toll:
The practice of educating boys for
the professions, which are already over
stocked, or for the mercantile business,
in which statistics show that ninety-five
in a hundred fail of success, is fearfully
on the increase in this country.
Americans are becoming more and
more ayerse to manual labor; and to get
living by ones wits, even at the cost
of independence and self-respect, and a
fearful wear of conscience, is the ambi-
ton of large portion of our young
men. The result is that the mechanical
professions are becoming o monopoly OF
foreigners, and the ownership of some
of the finest farms even in New England
is passing from Americans to Irishmen
and Germans.
Fifty years ago q father was not
ashamed to put his boy to the plow or to
mechanical trade; but now they ''are too
feeble for bodily labor; one has pains in
his side, another very feeble constitu-
ton, another is nervous; and so poor
Bobby, OF Billy, Or Tommy is sent to
the city to measure tape, weigh coffee or
draw molasses.
1t seems never to occur to the foolish
parents that moderate manual labor is
just what these puny, wasp-waisted lads
need, and that to send them to the great,
crowded, unhappy city is to send them
to their graves. Let them follow the
pillow, swing the sledge, or shove O fore
plane, and their pinched chests viii be
expanded, their hollow cheeks pumped
out, and their lungs, now cabined, cribed
and confined, viii have room to play.
Their nerves will be invigorated with
their muscles, and when they shall have
cast off thesr jackets, instead of being
thin, pale, vapid coxcombs, they shall
have spread out to the confguration of
men.
A lawyers Office, a counting-room,
grocery, is about the last place to which
q sickly youth should be sent.
The ruin of health Is about as sure
there as in the mines of England. Even
if those men in the city who have consti-
tutions like iron, only five per cent. sue
coed, and they only by living like her.
mits and working like horses; the rest,
after years of toll and anxiety, become
bankrupt and retire, and having mean
while acquired thorough disgust an1
unftness for manual labor, bitterly be-
moan the day when they forsook the
peaceful pursuits of the country for the
excitement, care and sharp competiti-
ton of city life.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-12-04
LINES BY THE LATE DEAN OE
WESTMINSTER.

IT'LL Death US part"
SO speaks the heart
When each to each repeats the words of doom;
Through blessing ana through curse,
For better and for worse,
We will be one, till that dread hour shall come.
Life, with its myriad grasp,
Our yearning souls shall clasp,
By ceaseless love. and still expectant wonder;
In bonds that shall endure,
indissolubiy sure,
Till God in death shall part our paths asunder.
Till Death us join,
voice yet more divine!
That to the broken heart breathes hope sublime;
Through lonely hours
And shattered powers
We still are one, despite of change and time.
Death, with his healing hand,
Shall once more knit the basd
Which needs but that one link which none may
sever;
TILL through the Only Good,
Heard, felt, and understood,
Our life in God shall make US one forever.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-12-04
West Point Conversation.

As fascinating, captivating sons OF
disciples of Mars, the cadets have al
ways been overrated. They are not bril-
Liant conversationalists, and the talk be-
tween them and the young ladies is, and
I fancy always has been, purely local.
It is something after this style, as I saw
or rather heard it at parade, the par
ties being very sweet edition of girl
bound in white muslin and pink rib
bons, and rather grayish looking cadet,
prospective officer in the regular
army, oh?"
ssAh! how DIDO, Miss Pussioat2''
elbow do you do, Mr.. Buttons?"
lawfully glad you came over; didn't
see you at drill yesterday"
$40, couldn't come"
ST was awful sorry"
s'Were you?"
eyes, pom my word"
Beautiful evening, isn't its"
eyes, real nice. Coming to the hop
tonight"
eyes, I guess So"
sob! I'm SO glad"
'Are you truly?"
eyes. really am"
s'The band played new music to-dag,
didn't it?"
Lovely, isn't it?"
sfQuite decent.
s:Who will lead the German ca the
2oth?"
s.Mr. Greycoat."
ooh! I'm so glad He's lsvav
dancer. amt he?"
'T don't like his style"
"Oh, I do. How's Jour spraiaed
wrist?"
sBetter, thank YOU"
Beautiful evening, isn't ity
..Lovely. VIII you give me the FIRST
wa1tz on the 29th?"
eyes, if you want it.
sThanks, awfully."
"Good many here, aren't aeree"
"Qmte gang-there go the drums.
Unjust be off. Good evening for.
get the waltz"
sob, no, shan't. Good evening""
Cadet runs off, all grins. Young lady
smiles sweetly and looks about her with
an air as much as to say: "Did you see
me talking to q cadet?" And SO it goes,
day in and day out. I don't wonder
sensible girls weary of it and grow In
dignant when accused of s'cadet-mania. 7
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-12-04
ALI in Lane.
free Press.1

At reunion of Company A, Fifth
Michigan Cavalry, nearly every member
present had an anecdote to narrate Of
Lieutenant Henry Starkey, of Company
81, who was for few months, in com
mand of Company A. At the dinner
table one winked at another and said:
'sBen, do you remember the time Gus
ter complimented Starkey on his mill.
tary skill2"
The twinkling Of Ben's eyes indicated
that he was not adhering to the strict
truth. but he promptly replied In the
negative.
Strange that you never heard Of it:
It was the talk of the entire army. Gus
ter complimented him on making the
most brilliant military movement Of the
war-getting his company in advance
OF the advance guard. The fact is. his
company broke ranks TO go blackberry
ing and got lost In the woods, and, when
Custer came up with detachment he
found Starkey and his men gorgine
themselves within the enemy's lines"
sob, yes, responded Ben. Gus fell
lows in Company A were fond of black.
berries, and if there was any one place
they tasted better than another, it was
in rebel ter tory. And that reminds
me Of the time We went black berryine
down at Ashby's Gap. We
sHold onr interrupted Starkey. Ell
that story has got to be told, I want te
tell it, for il shows the utter fearlessness
o Michigan soldiers. We were In re-
serve, and had orders to swing around
to the light until we reached an Ole
stone wall, and there await further or.
Ars. Il was long and fa6guing march
through the woods, andwhm We reached
he wall I was pretty nearly Blown VIZ
wore right On t0 the eaAmy's flank, enc
/ ordered the boys to stand CLOSE be.
hind the veil, and I climbed over and
laid down under tree to rest. It's inst
possible I might have been doing, but
# "a, I was awakened by the rapid gal.
lop # horse, and up Dashed Hai0l
Clark. Pulling his horse back upon his
haunshes. he ekcitsdly exclaimed: The
rebs are close upon usl IRE your men In
liner
"1n perfect ina, major, said I, at the
same time pointing toward the wal
where-thore was not single blue Goa,
In sight. Every man Of them had leaned
his musket against the wall and gone
blackberrying; and if the reos could
have found dozen of them In an hour,
they would have been better on a search
than I was. That shows the difference
between old soldiers and raw recruits.
These veterans, right La the face of the
enemy, had laid down their arms and
gone berrymgs as thoughtless of danger
as il they were in Michigan instead Of
Virginia; but O company of green re.
cruits would have stood behind that
wall, knees trembling, blanched faces
muskets at full cock and finger on the
trigger"
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-12-04
A Profitable Industry.

South California farmers have found
that the graceful pampas grass can be
grown with very little trouble and sold
for decorative purposes at very large
profit. One of these men put three
quarters of an acre under the grass, and
was able to sell each head or plunge at
two and half cents, netting about $500;
another sold all he raised at seven and q
half cents plume. The industry Is
growing. Ten thousand plumes were
disposed of in Southern California last
year. Europe could take an almost I'M
Limited number of them.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-12-04
A Vale Never Reaehed By Summer Heat.
From use Ferre Hsute Express.

GfVix tnS 4Ch2S A161sO AAApAOps'
Within two hours ride of Terre Haute
can be found a spot where the thermom-
eSer never registers more than 81 de-
grees. while the heated mercury is dane
ing around hundred in this city. This
place is called the 'sShades of Death,
and is located in Montgomery county,
four miles north Of Waveland, or forty
miles north of this city. The Shades
of Death" is canyon as wide as Ohio
street, and about three squares long.
On each side Of the canyon are steep
hills rising from one hundred and fifty to
two hundred feet high. On the sides of
these hills are pine, hemiock and cedar
trees. interlocked so closely as to prevent
the sun from ever shining into the
depths below, causing perpetual shade.
The ground everywhere abounds in
ferns from one to three feet in height.
Within this canyon are three delicious
springs, throwing volume of ice-cold
water. At the lower-part Of the canyon
there is cascade with fall Of about
fortv.feet.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-12-04
A BieYcier.

When q man is riding a bicycle he
looks neither to the right nor to the
left, but appears to be gazing about FIVE
hundred years into futurity, as if trying
to solve the problem of the Hereafter
ness of the Unknowableness of the IN
movable Hereafter. He is simply won
dering in case of sudden header,
whether his skull would be split wide
open, or if he would escape with bis nose
mashed all over his face. The chances
are that he would. Norristown Herald.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-12-04
MORAL GEMS.


The aim Of education is the desire to
learn.
Virtue is the sacred helmet-the most
secure defence.
Character would be impossible were
there no reputation.
We shall be free from evil desires onty
when we are pure In heart.
He who can suppress a moments an-
ger may prevent day of sorrow.
He that wrestles with us strengthens
our nerves and sharpens our skill.
The faculty of reasoning seldom OF
never deceive those who trust to 1t.
In ourselves, rather than in maternal
nature, lie the true source and Life OF
the beautiful.
The power to do great things general
ly arises from the Willingness to do small
things.
No one can have failed to observe the
power of true life upon all with whom
we come In contact.
Do not allow idleness to deceive you,
for while you give it to-day it steals
from you tomorrow.
Hope is like the sun which, as we
journey toward it, casts the shadow OF
our burden behind us.
Principles are very important, but
they need to be adorned with grace to
render them attractive.
There are degrees of badness. Riva-
rol once said of criminal that he would
ssmake stain on mud"
ssThere is whole sermon in the Per-
sian saying, SIN all thy quarrels leave
the door open to reconciliation"
What are the aims which are at the
same time duties? They are the per-
fecting of ourselves, the happiness Of
others.
No better advice could be given an
aspirant than the terse little counsel Of
Emerson: eff you want success, sue
seed"
A great step has been gained when
one has high standard for himself, and
measures himself on that ideal standard.
To cover bad life and its fruit the
evil strive to divert attention from our
selves by leaving evil at the door of the
innocent.
Bad habits are the thistles of the
heart, and every indulgence of them is
seed from which will come forth crop
of rank weeds.
It is better to be the builder of our
own name than to be indebted by de-
scent for the proudest gifts known to
the books of heraldry.
tt is very well to read history of the
reformation, but it would be better If
you would begin to make history Of
your own reformation.
The gold of the sanctuary must be-
tried before it is accepted; andis thrown
into the fire, not because it is of no value
but because it is SO precious.
It is, after all, the person who stakes
the least who loses the most. In the
affections this is wholly true. He who
risks nothing loses everything.
1t is very difficult to be learned; it
seems as if the people were worn out
on the way to great thoughts, and can
never enjoy them because they are too
tired.
Life is complicated game that the
devices of skill are liable to be defeated
at every turn by air-blown changes, in
calculable as the descent of the thistle
down.
A critic, in noticing a discourse on
'aThe Sayings and Doings of Great
Men," remarks: 'sIt is sad to observe
how much they said and how little they
did"
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-12-04

A young man from Cleveland visited
some friends in this city the other day,
and was shown around generally. Final-
" one of them asked him If he Wouldn't
like to see the Widows Home. He said
if they were good-looking widows he
would as lief see them homo as not,
though he would preferto escort but one
at q time. IL Cincinnati Saturday Night.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-12-04

Arnoldus Vanderhoernst, of Cincinnati,
owner of extensive rice plantations, was killed
yesterday in Riawah. England, by the acct
dental discharge of his gun while hunting
He was member of the society of Cincin
natl