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New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1883-11-12
THE MONEY MARKET,

SUNDAY, Nov. LIP. NJ
The Custom House returns Of the foreign move
ments Of merchandise at GewYork last wee make
a remarkably unfavorable comparison for the port
with the movements Of the same week last year
and show only small gain on the week
of 1881. The imports exceeded the exports
5000, iSS land that was supplemented by imports
of specie and bullion, in excess OF exports of tho
same, by the sum of 81 55S, 1856 against an excess
of only $S9i 81 for the week Of 1882, and an ex-
ees" of So, S35 81 0 for the week of 1881 The im-
-" is last week 8s, 496 500 were $I2j75O smaller
Ian for the week of 1892 and were 81, 3GS,O 86
smaller than for the week Of 1881. But the exports
last week (P5.4l8,03Sl were $2,6l1,727 smaller
than for the week of 1882, and were S6l3,2G4
Smaller than for the week Of 1881. The following
table shows the total movements of merchandise
and specie for y-iye weeks of three years. and
the net comparative balances against this port:
MroRrs EXPORTS From JANUARY TO DATE.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1883-11-12

iiveries last month Of 50139 barrels against an excess
ofreceipts in October 1882, OF 1J33Oo Dalfeis' ibs
figures on all the items compare as follows
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1883-11-12

EUROPEAN FINANCIAL MARKETS.
LONDON Nov. 1O-12;30 p. m-EIie. 29lg Pennsylvania,
G2 10: Mexican Ordinary, 704 Canadian Pacihcs, o5s
$3.50 mParis advces quote three per cent Tentes az
II francs account and exchange Lon
don at 20 francs % confines for checks.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1883-11-12

That .ember is likely 20 show stl further redne-
ton In appears from the reports VI all the pipe es
To date IA follows:
The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-01-06
Swamp Notes.

Arsaasaw Rocket.
 4 racy article on fast horses is unavoid- ably crowded out of this issue.
 We can't all be millionaires.--Arkan saayy. No, only a few lucky persons outside of the circle journalistic.
 It is de opportunity what makes de man. Big cracks in de corn crib an a weak lock on de do ob a cotton pen has sent many nigger to de pen"
 De cock-eyed man." said Uncle Tom, '' sees de mos ob de world at de same time for while he has one eye ter bus;- ness, de oder one Is admirin' de beau hful scenery in de clouds.
 Mrs. Langtry has made S54 ,ooo in the last month. The editor of the Roeke, has cleared just sixty cents in the same time, Borrowed from friend). Bu, then. you sec our styles of beauty differ some.
 Any fool can read book. but i, takes a smart man to write one. On the same principle. any fool can read newspaper. but 1t takes a good hand with a pair of of shears to steal paragraphs and no, have i, found out on him.
 The paragraphers have held oenven- ton atBosson. We didn't know anything about 1t until last week. but we kner there was dreadful uncertainty in the whisky market, and the price of limbur- ger cheese went up six cents on the pound.
The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-01-06
Indeed We Can |.

''Hortense" sends us poem begin ming. "Throw your arms around me. dar- ling. We cannot do it. Hortense in- deed we can't. We happened to reeog- nize your penmanship and know you to be woman who weighs over three hun dred, with waist like a tobacco hogs head. Did you really expect us to throw our arms around that waist: Do you fondly imagine that our arms are like the angle worm tha, can stretch out to any indefinite length: We'll, it is not. Go get tkse t0a hay press, if thou canst not overcome the impulse to be squeezed.
The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-01-06
A Pathetic Incident.
rExchanse.'

Frank Moore relates this affecting in stance oe dying sons recognition ef his mother In one of the fierre engage ments near Mechanicsyille young lieu tenant of a Rhode Island battery had his right loot % shattered by fragmen, of shell that on reaching Washington. af- ter one of those horrible ambulance rides and a journey of a weeks duration. he was obliged to undergo amputation of the leg. He telegraphed home, hun dreds of miles away, that all was going well. and with soldiers fortitude coz : posed himself to bear his sufferings alone
 Unknown to him. however. his mother who had read the report of his wound. was hastening to see him. She reached Washington at midnight, and the nurses would have kept her from seeing her son until morning. One sat by his side. fam ming him as he slept. her hand on his feeble, fuctuating pulse. But what wo- mans heart could resist the pleading of mother then? In the darkness she was finally allowed to glide in and take a place at his side. She touched his pulse as the nurse had done. Not word had been spoken, but the sleeping boy opened his eyes and said:
 That feels like my mothers hand. Who is this beside me? It is my mother !! Turn up the gas and let me see my mother"
 The two dear faces me, in one long, joyful, sobbing embrace.
 The gallant fellow, just twen,y-one had his leg amputated on the last day of his three years service underwear. opera ton after operation. and al last, when death drew nigh. res. sned himself Tn peace. saving:
 Il have faced death loo often 10 fear t now"
The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-01-06

remembered what grandma had said, and for once in her life gave that venerable old lady credit for discrimination.
 There was no help for it, however. She tied on the bib apron, tucked the curls back of her ears, and went to work to prepare the chickens for the roasting pan. now and ;ben pausing to brush away the round, bright tears which rolled down her cheeks.
 These young ladies evidently intended to make her useful. She might have known that they did beforehand. She could hear the soft sound of Bell Cal houn $ guitar, the sweet. subdued tinkle of Aiice's laughter the deep nonoto- nous undercurrent of gentlemen's voices then she glanced down at her pretty mus In dress and bows of pink ribbon. and began to think that Miss Calhoun had taken an unfair advantage of her.
 lf she could only have heard the rapid and energetic ooiloquy which transpired between the two sisters in their dressing room, when first Alice came up stairs, she would perhaps have better eomprehended the drift of things.
 Good news~ Miss Calhoun had cried, waving her scented pocket handkerchief in the air. i've go: giri n the kitch- en-"
 "No.r sad Miss Bel. fa.r-haircd, eam-compieNioned damsel. with pale blue eyes and perpetual smile.
 Rachel Ramsay" nodded Alice. came up here in her best b.o and tucker to spend the day. Of course confisca- ted her al once
 The bold. pushing thing said Bell, with disdairful gesture.
 she's deal too pretty to bring into the drawing room for Haroldson ard Ar mine Dallas to fin with added Alice, knowingly. And don, see anyway could have avoided |, fl l, had not been for those lucky chickens and Bridget's fortunate ht of temper. Make haste, now they'll be here in minute. And know little Rachel IS a frst-ciass cook, for I've been there to tea"
 So the young ladies of the Tower were enjoying the feast of reason and the flow of soul in their cool drawing room, with books. new gathered roses and blue-rib- boned guitars. while poor Rachel Ram say was brolling in the Kitchen over peach ;aIts and Ncapolitan creams.
 oae nad not ioISotteh her Gtsappoint- ment, but. artis, Ike. she had thrown herself into her occupation wi,h cngross- ing interest. ard she was stirring the creams with quick, en ergeiic hand when step crossed the threshsid.
 Here are some fresh ,rse, Bridget, 10 surprise your mistress" sad d clear voice And to her infinite anazemcnt Harold Haroldson stood before her. Tn hls hunting costume. with fishing rod | lightly balanced on his shoulder
 I'm not Bridget" sad the glri. laugh ins. bu, still stirring on, I'm Rachel" Miss Ramsay" he exclaimed. lifting his cap. How in the name of all that's wonderful came you here|
 And then. not wi,hou, hunor. Rachel detailed the manner and incidents of her
The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-01-06
The Station Agent.
fPeck's Sum-

Men who travel a great deal, never cease to wonder how 1t is that the cross est depot agents that can be found, are nearly always located at functions, where there is nothing but depot and store
 and saloon, but such is the case. 4 traveller gets to junction and goes into the depot to find when his train goes, and the ticket window is closed. He helping to unload freight, or is upon a side track, coupling cars, or IS over across the track helping a farmer kill hogs, or has gone to the adjoining town with a team, to carry some passengers. Or if the agent is in the office, he has get more business than the general manager of the road Yon speak to him, and ask ques- tion, and his brow corrugates, and he goes on counting a pile of one dollar bills, and acts as though he had dim idea that he had been spoken to, but he waits till he has the money in the safe, and turns the knob, and then he answers you so short that you almost conclude to walk to the next station, and then he bus,les out of the office and locks the door, and you think he has gone to attend to some i'm toA eAue OoSsA<SSs upou ~ufNu ocpCnuS the fate of the road. and you go out and walk on the platform. and pretty soon see him helping his wife to wiring out clothes, or you find him ou, in the back yard hanging clothes on the line. or split ting old railroad ties for wood You may be millionaire, and you may pay your hostler more than the junction agent gets as salary, but he looks upon you as a three card monte man, and locks the stove door for fear you will put in stick of wood, or steal the lining ou, of the stove
 The agent is in his element when a train $ few hours hehind, and he sits at the telegraph instrument. working away as though the world rested on his shoulders
 You listen to the constant click Of the in- ssrument, and would give a ten dollar note to know what is going over the wires. Occasionally he will laugh at somethirg that the instrument says. and when you begin to think that the news of the world is coming over the wires and is stored in that massive brain, the agent
The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-01-06
American Fables.
lExckaEge.

A wolf tho had arrived al good old age and no longer felt able to go out and play the string game on the innocen, and uneonhding. called his son to him one day and sad:
 My caniankeroGs offspring. l am growing old. 1 am stiff in ,he o.ats. troubled wi:k dyspepsia. and TO longer have the sand to 50 out .tno tackle any thing bigger than yeariipgr lamb. I feel that II is time for 10 hasg up.
 The son hu'nbiy agreed. and he old wolf continaed
 Il have managed. as you are aware. by strict attention to poker. faro and few other family amusemen,s, to lay by some sugar fo. my old age. shall turn over everything to you. beloved offspring, and depend upon you to care for me during the few brief years of my stay on earth.
 "Excellen, idea. governor-veui excel lent" replied the son, and he went out the house to crack his heels together and poke himself in the ribs
 That same evening the old wolf sat down tor smoke. but before he had drawn six whiffs from his pipe the beloved son remarked:
 That habit IS both disgusting and ex- pensive, aud Id advise you to quit"
 The pipe was laid aside. and the old man went to the cupboard 10 take rip of rcd eye for his stonach's sake.
 And you also want to chop off on that, observed the beloved son. "Wh;s- Ky not only costs money. but degradcs the intellect.
 The old man replaced the bottle with heartfelt sigh. and humbly inquired If there was any cold chicken ter from sup per.
 "Cold chicken. Well you have go, cheek, and no mistake. If cod6sh isn't good enough for you, you'd better travel!"
 "You will, at least, permit me to stay in the house over night hope" said the father.
 "Why have no objections to your sleeping on the floor tonight. but you'd better dig out pretty early tn the mom- iaf;"
 Then the venerable parent fell upon the beloved offspring and made his heels break his neck. and flung him out doors and over the fence, and gave him to un- desstand that henceforth he was a wan derer aad horss tl:ief.
 MORAL:
 Don't begin on the old folks too soon.
The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-01-06

met him ever % many times before this summer, at picnics and archerY pnslies, and such places, but neve< ne~ he cared for me. And ko-nlfht hn asked me to marry him, and he $ to come here tomorrow morning to see fafher.n
 Do you love himT asked Granny Ramsay, huskily
 And Rachel answered:
 Yes"
 Then, God bless you, my child, and give you both a long and happy life. said the old lady, softly smoothing the girls bright head.
 And every one was satisfied except the ladies-o of the Tower.-Exekaag<
The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-01-06
Too Late
 

An agent for New York grocery house has a route Tn Pennsylvania. and last spring he vas greatly put out to discover that the agent for Boston house had taken one of his best customers.
 Did he offer you better figures 7" he asked in explanation.
 No"
 Better terms
 Nc"
 Goods any better"
 No"
 Then why did you leave my house ?"
 Well, 10 tell the truth" replied the merchant. we both belong 10 the Odd Fellows and have fra;ernal feeling, you know"
 The agent had no more to say. but there was business in his eye as he with drew. Mex, time he came over the route he called upon the merchant and said 1:
 Well. am also an Odd Fellow now. and hope to secure your orders again.
 Have you Jolned::'
 Yes"
 How sorry l ann" sighed the mer- chant, wr,h look of distress on hts iaee Only last week the Boston man and my self were bounced from the order for be- ing drunk at a funeral, and now, of course, we don't feel like having anything to do with any member in good stand ing! Under the circumstances couldn't possibly patronise you"
The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-01-06
The Real Proat Entirely Overlooked.
 fExcAanRe.l

 (Exehaage.|
 \ baleimore0an, who bought him . lbz0 euo og tAres ysass ago. was rscsnsly apPcsaeAsf ey fiss3 vAo AAd soms aoasy eo invssG and wAo asked: 'can l buy preety hir fasm for Sis,- ooor
 ~Yes, about that figure"
 And I'll want to lay out about Sfo,ooo in improvements, presume?" ''Yes, fully that'
 And can invest another Sio,ooo in blooded stockr'
 ''I think you can."
 And $ 900 in grading, filling up, ere Ating fish ponds, and so forth ?" Well you may get through with that sum-
 That's S4oooo, and let's figure the in- come."
 ''Oh, you don't need pencil or paper said the victim, as shade of sorrow darkened his face. The income will be about 8 for turnips, S2 for potatoes $ or So for corn, and bull calf or two at 8 per head To save time, call it S:s. I'll see you again in day or two. May be I've forgotten something that will add a dollar more. Morning to you"
The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-01-06

turns to a country gaioot, who has on a blue drilling roundabout, and his pants in his boots, and who wipes his nose on his nitten, and says. " There is going to be dance at the hop yard at Johnston Siding tonight, and they want us 10 come up on No. 4" Then you realize that the agent, all these long hours that you have been watching the varied expressions of his calm, mysterious face, has been chaff- ing with female operator al the next station, and as the country galoot takes a chew of plug tobacco and says he will go and brush up a little and put on a clean shirt before No. ! comes, and the operator says they will have daisy time at the dance, you'go out on the platform and try to get acquainted with the fellow who runs the horse power wood saving machine There IS no man who knows more than the junction agent. about ev- erything, if you can only draw him out. Though only four trains day stop at his station, and they only stop for a minute, to let of some poor devil who has got to get of there, the agent is in his clement for brief moment. He addresses the conductor as Jim or George" or " Billy" and asks with show of ln,eres, as deep as a division superintendent would have. where he passed No. L." and if :. No. 6" IS going to be on time. He may ask something about railroad stocks, and you imagine he is pulling the market, when the chances are that he hasn't got eleven dollars left from his last months salary. If he was polite, and did not seem to own the road. you would like him, but when he snubs you, and treats you as though information was worth more than your ticket you hate him. and if you should hear that there was talk of promoting him to station where there were six houses. you would want to pre- vent Ii. There may be some rule by which the crossest men on the line is given an isolated junction.
The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-01-06
A Tough Story.
(Exehange.l

A young French painter was, not long ago, showing shah of Persia his picture of Herodias bringing in the head of John the Baptist. The shah asked hin how many minutes were supposed to have passed since the head was cut otf. Two minutes said the painter. The shah then told him that the lips ought to be wide open and ot an ashy white. As the artist was unwilling to be convinced, the shah olapped his hands and slave ap- bearing. drew his sword, and with one tremendous sweep, severed his head from his body. He then pulled out his watch, and two minutes after stopped down, picked up the bleeding head, and, walk ing to the picture, held the real head by the side of the painted one. and said to the Frenchman "Monsieur. you can sec for yourself that the lips ought to be ashy white and wide apart. and you will learn to believe the shah in future.'
The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-01-06
AN EVENING REVERE.
KY tEA~ rlgRsE.

A l s.; within ulY s;Get. From the cheerful open rTre or the iogs upon my hearthstone Mount the warm flames high and higher, Cast upon the richness round me W arm and gentle tinis Of red, Ffem my pipe narcotic smok--wrrathes Circle round my weary head. Charms to lure the eager student Meet the eye at eseTy glance, On the shelves. around the sarctum StfcSn in rich cxtravaganee- Ihemis 10 her fond disciples. Or Apollo to his youths, They. and all. could tad eNamp.es Ot their rich and potent truths Ne, heed no, aii the beauty Ina, though, that would prtfc. Years agone m youthful ardor- Al ho~ soon the longing dies. Much Q; kno~lefige that stFove tor I have icirncd-and just Ii hand IT ere arr volumes pied on volumes. Trough, from home. and foreign laai,. | an tlinklng of ..n eH-n.Hg In the tune 0; long Sge.- Gently sins> the sun In cioqd-iAnd An Il thro~S .4 radiant glow On happy voIthiu couple standing la ! garden far: He ,~4issaas A- A-.shsis-E.s-aeh44 .s IF her shin3Hg golden hair. |, is hn,,hes. aud he presses ! sofs k,s gpoa h.. bsca Clasps hef sen,if ro hls bosom And Is gour-al. t ls nos Year, and wears agons ,Ae maidrn Is snoihef'. IT the fght Eor place aHe An.e position am stiil ~li.iG the a.ghi. am thtnkiag Is stt here Nl;h my p3sntY n nlA >ishi, Which the tsg .;ife on the hcar;hstonr Covers wi,A gentle lght That the petap ard stre 9i Hehc, Are hut hollow aft~r ali, Fame Ambition are Lat fu3c,rf> Ani sIll t.fa, l, vine, Io s4H. ,m ieng as wlzz drsi..ag Born Of Ycat, at ear. cra e. .5an ! ,r the scene D t.Hae 0; o'.ica Free from 8rt. Nitisaa, z5..5-S4 q Y -v ,.se iu isn-5ss 0i.mY Youth ts :. wts tle5-- ot Ya4ti t9t i. l. b..=44ass lhNt ~! :z.,-i Hs,ir. zlt.
 Ns.s',fs-ss Its,ts
The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-01-06

q can't hold this baby any longer. called out the young husband and father. tits getting too heavy." "Pshaw, Ed ward," replied a muffied voice from the other room. You used to hold me for hours and never complain, and the baby is not feather compared to what wax-s ' q was fool.' said Edward, and she was too sleepy to dispute with him.-Er- ckasge.
The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-01-06

Il ain the maid 0. all work, If you please, she said with courtesy.
 Then let me hep you" said Harold son brlskly tying second bib apron aiound his hunting suit Il used to be a pretty good hand at a spider and grid iron when eamped out on LaAe Gap ,uptie. up IF Name.
 But you're not engaged sad Ra- chcl, half pleased. ha.t frightened.
 .i ln volunteer, observed the young man. Give me the oil and vinegar. And you aill sec what dressing. es Ll N4;- 0nmIise. can provide for ;ha, sa.ad of yours."'-
 And ii d pair O, cooks ever spent de- delightful, unconventional sor. of morn ing m tue kitchen is..s pail d,d.
 They laughed. they made innocen, jokes and behaved like two school children.
 And at last when Rachel ran out into the garden to gather some water crosses to deck the newly-roassed fowls, Mr. Haroldsoo heard the voice of Miss Bell Calhoun calling down the stairway: "Rachell RAchel! you nay sssve tAs dinner. Evey one is hers but sAas tire some Haruidsou
 And he's here, too,' calmly responded that gentleman, who was washing his hands at the pump.
 What" cried Bell, shrilly.
 The cook and butler are expected to take their meals in the kitchen" said MT. Haroldson, with commendable grav- ity And I've no objection to that ar- rangemcn;."
 And nothing could induce Harold Haroldson to come up to the dining room. He and Rachel together ate their picknicking sort of repass and washed the dishes although the natter somewhat los, i.s spec when the Misses Calhoun and their company all adjourned, <n hlsse. to the kitchen. and persisted m joining their ranks.
 And when the purple sunset came dreamily down over the oedars that over hung the brawling stream. and the gay guests had all departed, Alice and Bell Calhoun gazed dubiously at each other
 Was there ever anything SO provok- ing. '" sad Bell.
 He has actually gone home with her." said Alice, bursting into angry tears.
 And af.ey all the pains we took to keep them apart" sighed Bell.
 Il, was all your fault" pe,ulantly ex- claimed Alice Noticing that farmers daughter, and dragging her out of her sphere in that sort of way
 But 1t was you that p,umed yourself on getting her into the kitchen " scolded Bell. And nice mess you've made of n."
 bas how were NC 10 tell that i, was going to end so?r groaned poor Alice.
 
 Well. Rachel" said Granny Ramsay, when the girl came in, just as the lamps were lighted, what sort of day did you have:"
 "Humph." grun,ed Granny. after her answer. That's queer way oi enter taining visitors. Bu, p'raps that's city manners"
 Perhaps II is, said Rachel demurely 'Who was i, came home with you:" asked Granny. who was no, quite deaf or blind as yet. ''and Jeff you a, the garden gate:
 One of the other servants said Ra- chel. Well, neverr' said Granny. @Where's all your pride, Rachel Ramsay?'' '.I never vas prouder in all my life than am tonight" said Rachel. List en, grandma, for have SO much to tell you. Mir. Harold Haroldson, of New York, walked home with me; and I've
The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-01-06

 at Pau. in the Pyrenees. It has always been a mystery 10 many people how Mir. Bonnet: was able to write editorials for his New York paper and a, the same time perform the onerous duties of over seeing lot of dogs in a foreign country. It IS nos known whether he will now write more editorials for his paper or devote more time to polo.
 4 clergyman. in a so-oalled religious weekly. says the secular press knows as much about religion as il does about the man in the moon. For Simon-pure religion we must consult the columns of the average religious weekly: but keep clear of it's advertising columns. or you may be inveigled into investing your money ID bogus mining stock, pinchback lewelry. ten beautiful steel engfasings for one dollar" and other questionable schemes endorsed by the editor.
 The observations of the ,ransi, sof Ve- nus are said to have been !" satisfactory And we are glad to hear t. Now we may expect fall n the price lof beef, cheaper opera tickets, plenty ot tZaow for the liv- cry men and Arctic days for the plumb CTS: mild weather for the poor, and plenty ot work for the mechanic: cheaper but Ter ior ,ae consumer and higher prIees for the farmer all that sort of thing. If Miss Aphrodite's little journey aGoss the disc of old Sol doa, bring us some such substantial blessings. we fail to see anything satisfactory about it. Wha; does a man who hasn't got dollar to his back or coat in his pocket care whether the sun is oe.ooo.ooo or o5.ooo.- 600 millions of miles from the earth