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Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1883-08-16
SCIENTIFIC SCRAPS,


M. DeLesseps states that the evapor.
ating power Of the sun il less on the
site of the proposed inland sea Of Sa-
hara than on the Red Sea- and he does
not anticipate that the waters will dry
up.
Geological examination reveals in
the delta of the Mississippi, along a
space Of 800 miles, ten distinct forests
of buried trees. Bald expresses with
a diameter of twenty-five feet have
been found.
A Chinese imperial decree has been
issued ordering that the telegraphic
lines between WOonsung and Shang-
hal, and between Annoy and Haihon,
are TO be constructed by the Chinese
themselves and not by Europeans or
other foreigners.
Prof. Joseph lie Conte has come to
the conclusion that the supposed hu-
man footprints at Carson, Nevada, are
the tracks of large plantigrade qua
druped. He adds that there is an
abundant room for honest difference of
opinion in the matter.
1t is maintained by some scientists
that the aroma of fruits increases with
the latitude, while the sweetness de-
creases. Many herbs, such as caraway,
are richer in essential oils in Norway
than in more southern regions. The
effect is ascribed TO the influence of
the prolonged light of the summer
months.
Among Russian geologists the belief
appears to be settled that granite
rocks, once thought to be of igneous
and eruptive origin, are really of
aqueous formation. The granite of
the rapids of the Dnieper, when close
ly examined, show stratifcation, and
under the microscope they are seen to
contain drops of brown water.
DR.. Julien came to the following
conclusions in regard to the life of
stones, defining life as the period dur
ing which the stone presented a decent
appearance. Coarse brownstone, best
used out of the sun, from five to fif-
teen years. Laminated fine brown
stone from twenty-five to fifty years.
Compact fine brownstone from one to
two centuries. Nova Scotia stone will
probably last from fifty to one hundred
years. Ohio sandstone, the best of the
sandstones. 100 years; Caen stone,
from thirty-live to forty years coarse
lolomite marble, forty years; fine mar
bic, sixty years; pure calcareous mar
ble, from fifty to one hundred years;
granite, from seventy-live to 200 years.
according to variety.
Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1883-08-16
She Took the Medicine.

The doctor had loved. her long and
well, but dare, not mention it. At
length she became indisposed and sent
for him. He could see nothing mater
tally wrong with her, except a little
irregularity about the heart, and at
length she asked:
"Well, doctor, what do you think
ought to be done for me-"
Replied the doctor, "I don't know of
any better way than to go to the coun-
ty clerks and get matrimonial per-
scription. -
what and get married-why who
in the world would have me?"
81 will" replied the doctor.
ooh, dear me, if that is the kind of
medicine you are going to give me, it
won't be so bad to take after all, will
it DEAR" replied the rapidly reviving
young lady. - Wiayiezd { ". Va, IRE
presSjble,
Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1883-08-16
PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS.

Gayly colored fans are the latest ad-
vertising venture. Good thing tc
"raise the wind"
One of the most trying moments in
mans life is when he is getting his pic
ture taken to send to his best girl,
and is just assuming his most an
gelic expression, and a fly alights on
his nose.
"Ma!" called the facetious small boy
"Well, dear?" I'm only one, amt
I?" Yes, love-" "Then if eat this
green apple III be two, won't II"
"HOw is that, dear?" "Why, it'll
double me up"
Longfellow said, "In this world
man must be either anvil or hammer" !"
Longfellow was wrong, however. Lots
of men are neither the active hammer
nor the sturdy anvil They are moth
ing but bellows.
"Is that dog mad2' he asked the
boy as the animal dashed by. 81
reckon he isl" replied the boy; ''just
see a butcher take piece of meat
away from him and kick him six feet
into the air. Wouldn' you be mad if
that was done to you?"
A young carpenter wants to know
"what is joggle-piece?" Why don't
you read your dictionaryp Webster
says joggle-piece sis a truss post
whose shoulder and sockets receive the
lower ends of the struts" Good gra-
cious, we thought everybody knew
what a joggle-piece is.
There is beautiful practice COM
mon throughout portion of Mexico
for little children to kneel before
stranger and pray that he may have
safe journey. And the fathers of
the children have practice not so
beautiful, of laying for" the stranger
in the forest with a jacknife two feet
long
Do you want to see some fun?" said
small boy to his father. Don't care
if 1 do" he replied. "Well lets go and
listen to Deacon Dumpy tack down his
carpets" 81 don't think there's any
thing funny in that, 'scornfully snorted
the parent. Don't, Ell? You seem
to forget that the Deacon suffers"
"Ah," said the old man. Then they
went over to hearken.
Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1883-08-16
Indian Food in Arizona,

All the varieties of cacti bear fruit
which is valued by the Indians for
food, says an Arizona letter. They
also cook the fleshy leaves of the
prickly pear when young, which are
SAID to resemble string beans in flavor.
The Indians also use the head of the
maguey, or century plant, for food.
1t is found everywhre in the territory
and is cultivated for revenue in Mexi-
co. 1t contains large amount of
saccharine matter. The century hy-
pothesis in regard to its blooming is a
myth, however, long since exploded.
Instead of requiring a hundred years
to attain maturity and blossom, the
plant blossoms in seven years from
making its first appearance. 1t then
dies, its mission ended. The leaves,
which are fleshy and stiff, with thin
edges covered with thorns, branch
from the root in long lances, growing
to the height of three or four feet.
The centre Of the plant consists of a
large head, something like cabbage.
From this springs pole, eight to
twelve feet high, which branches near
the top, bearing yellow flower. The
Indians prepare the head for food by
roasting in an oven made of stones
sunk in the ground. We had an op-
portunity to taste a piece of the
maguey so prepared, and found it de-
licious, sweet and nutritious, tasting
very much like old-fashioned, home
made molasses candy. If that was a
specimen morsel, the Indians deserve
no sympathy on the score of their diet,
as it was really luxury.
The juice of the plant is also con-
verted into syrup and fermented
drink, called tizwin by the Indians, and
the Mexicans distil it, making an in
toxicating liquor called mescal. We
also tested this liquor burnt on IN
omelet, and found it as good as brandy
for that purpose. In its natural state,
unburnt, it has strong, smoky taste,
resembling Scotch whisky. Many use
full articles are made from the fibre of
the maguey, ropes and even paper
having been manufactured from it.
Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1883-08-16
Death from Emotion.

From America, says the London
Lancet, comes the record Of very in
structive case in which a man died
from fright, and where the death mar
rowly escaped being attributed to
ether. The patient had received a Sc.
we're injury to his hip during some
blasting operations. Some days after
the injury a consultation was held in
the Wilkesbarre Hospital, and it was
considered necessary to administer
ether. The man objected to this and
urged that his heart was weak, but it
was considered necessary to anesthe-
tise him. This decision seemed to af-
feet the man strongly; he breathed
with great difficulty, asked for the win
dows to be opened, and died in a few
minutes. No ether or other anasthet-
ic had been administered, and he had
not suffered any pain from the partial
examination of the hip that had been
made. No particulars of the actual
state of the heart are given, but we
are told that "murmur' was present.
There is no difficulty, however, in trac-
ing the death to a powerful inhibitory
influence upon weak heart Had the
surgeons begun to administer ether
this death would have been wrongfully
attributed to the effects of the auas-
thetic
Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1883-08-16
M1LLHEIM, Pa, THURSDAY, AUGUST I6, 1883.

she "Or, hold on, cousin JACob-yoV
give 'em to Bella Barlow's wife your
SELF"
Them was in a blue pie-platel'
shrilly cried Mr.. Hopper. "Where are
my gladiolies, Hetty Boonep That's
what want to know. Twelve dollars
a dozen! Varieties as can't be replac.
ed not for the mint itself"
Miss Boone wisely got behind the
skeleton of the old spinning-wheel.
Wal" said she, "if you must know,
Jacob Hopper, you eat them gladiolies
for your dinner. disposed l they were
onions, and stewed 'em up. And, after
all, what's the use of such mortal
fuss about a few dried-up old roots?"
So speaking, Miss Hetty fled for her
life, and none too soon, for Jacob Hop
per had seized the wooden rake in his
wrath.
The Lord be good to me!' said the
repentant old man, as the sound of the
banging kitchen door warned him that
Miss Hetty had got beyond the reach
OF his rage. 81 never struck a woman
yet, but | dunno what / might be
tempted to do if that creetur had stay
ed ON here" -.
Mary Barlow was wedding her china
aster bed, when cousin Jacob trudged
slowly and painfully up to the black
smiths shop.
MARY" said he. have you planted
them bulbs?' -
"Yes, cousin Jacob!"
well, you may dig 'em up ag'in,"
groaned the old man. They amt
nothin' but red onions. Hetty give
you the wrong lot. She billed the dol
lar-bulbs in stew that tasted like old
newspapers. Ilu p'isoned, for all l
know. And | dunno that it makes
much difference whether / be or not"
"Oh, cousinr'
Mary" pursued cousin Jacob, do
you s'pose your mother would come
back to keep house for me? Hetty
Boone is going tonight. l hain't been
halfway comfortable since she came
to keep my house. And if you and
Bella would come, too, I'd let him have
the farm on shares. Somehow, I'm
lonesome without you. And these
gladiola bulbs have opened my eyes,
You nor your mother wouldn't have
made such blunder as that. ] amt
ashamed to own that Eve been in the
wrong, and you in the right Will you
Gomez"
"1es, cousin Jacob" Mary answer
ed, heartily kissing the old man.
So ended the reign of Miss Hetty
Boone. The fate of the gladiola bulbs
had sealed her doom. And all the
stipulation that cousion Jacob made,
was that their common table should
never be desecrated by the presence of
onion stew.
Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1883-08-16
Just q Way He Has.

City boarder to farm hand: why
does that old looking fowl make that
curious noiseY THAT rooster that
jest crowed? Oh that's jest way he
has, ma'am, of signifyin' that he's a
high flyer from up the creek, and can
lick all creation, and that he's happy
because he amt old enough by eleven
years to make pot pie for summer
boarderS."
Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1883-08-16
HETTY'S MISTAKE,

Hes dreadful hard to get along
with" said Mrs. Jennings, in a COM
planning voice. "As full of kinks and
freaks as an egg is of meat. But for
all that, | think that Mary would have
suited him if it hadn't been for Bella
Barlow"
Girls is so queer" said Miss Hetty
Boone, screwing up one eye toward a
drapery of cobwebs that swung to and
fro in the northeast corner of the
room. "Ah-h-h-so inconsiderate, toow
But it's an i'll wind that blows no
good to nobody" added Mrs. Jennings,
with Borean sigh. "Pr'aps you can
manage him, Mehitable, and in that
case it will be a good home for you
Hetty Boone bridled,
CAS- for that" said she, Il don't deny
that I'd like to keep house for cousin
Jacob, well enough. Apenny saved is
penny earned, you know"
"But what is to become of u.s."
whined Mrs. Jennings, shaking out
the folds of a calico-bordered pocket
handkerchief.
That's your own lookout" said
Hetty Boone, indifferently, as she took
off her berege veil and folded it
automatically up inside of her hat.
Mr.. Jacob Hopper lived in one of
those old peaked-roof farm houses
which still stand among the green
Connecticut meadows, like relics of a
past generation, with well-scoop on
one side and a huge butternut tree
shaded its south exposure. Not
vestige of paint remained on the sid
ing, the shingles were patched and re-
patched, the fence tied up with string
and wire, the cow-shed propped with
posts Of every size and dimension, and
yet there was rumor in the neighbor-
mood that old Jake Hopper was as rich
as CrGsus.
He had only one extravaganza, that
was his flower garden. Roses of the
rarest variety bloomed at the back of
the house, where early frost5 could not
corrupt, nor stray boys break through
and steal. Expensive bulbs, imported
direct from Holland, painted the bor-
ders with gold and scarlet in the early
spring. Choice shrubs occupied the
position of exterminated gooseberry
and currant bushes, and everybody be-
lieved that Bella Barlow would have
gained the old mans good will in that
matter of pretty Mary Jennings love
if he had not declared that he would
rather have bunch of good old-fash-
icned "pinies and tiger-lillies" than all
cousin Jacobs japanese hydrangeas
and blotohed coleus plants.
ooh, Bella, how could you tell him
that?" said Mary, in despair.
oval, it was the TRUTH" said Be4a,
bluntly.
And as Miss Hetty Boone chanced
to be visiting there just at that time,
Mr.. Hopper invited her to take charge
Of his household in the place of his
widowed cousin and her daughter.
"But it never would have happened,
mother" said Mary, with spirit, eff
IIetty Boone had not filled his mind
with doubts and ill-feelings toward u.s.
"oh, Mary, don't be so uncharitable,"
said the meek widow.
81 don't intend to be, mother" said
Mary, "but I'm quite sure heard her
telling cousin Jacob that l used too
much sugar in the spice-cookies, and
that your way of baking fannel-cakes
was foolishly extravagant. She's a
sly, contriving old pussy-cat, mother,
and that's the long and short of it.
And Mrs. Jennings sighed, and made
no answer.
Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1883-08-16
PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY
The Outer and the Inner Life.

That within which passeth show,"-HAMLKT
There ia a song within the Tyre
That never yet was sung;
Unborn it lies upon each wire
That loosely hangs unstrung,
Until the minstrels hand shall straAR
The slackened cords in tune again.
The bard's creative spirit give
That song vocal soul to live.
There is a form that marble holds.
Beneath its surface rude.
Deep in the unhewn heart it folds
Beauty no eye has viewed,
Until the sculptor's hand shall scale
Each layer off that stony veil,
Until at last shall stand displayed
The perfect form of loveliest maid.
There Is poem never told
Within the poets soul,
Like tabled streams Ger beds of gold
Beneath the earth that roll,
Until some spell resistless wake
The soul in rhythmic song to break,
As bursts the stream into the light,
Bubbling with golden glory bright.
There is love-nor tongue nor lips
Fer told its deep desire;
Burning the heart, it silence keeps
Like subterranean fire,
E. Until some mighty passion-gust
Breaks through the outward icy crust,
And burning lava-wor6s reveal
That love the heart would iain conceal.
Ihe song unsune, unhewn the stone,
The poems rhyme untold,
The hidden fire of love unshown
Beneath the surface cold.
'Tis better thus: the secret kept
The wound unseen, the woe unwert
The outer lilies deceitiul show,
The inner life that none may know.
John +. Waller.
Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1883-08-16

Ex-Governor Stanford of Califor-
MIA, owns one ranch at Vina, Tenama
county, covering $4,000 acres Of land
1t will be planted in grapes.
Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1883-08-16
Things Not Always what They Seen.

Only the leaf of roschud,
That fell to ballroom floor,
Fell from the tinted clusters
OF the big bouquet she wore.
Quickly he stopped aud stiztd II,
'"1is the leaf II rose, said he,
''Tintcd with summer bushes,
And dearcr than gold 10 me.
"Lovely and fragrant petal,
Some sweet summer night, who knows.
may have n chance TO tell her
l treasured the leaf OF the rose" s
But when TO his lips he pressed it,
He muttered in accents wroth;
The blamed thing is artificial,
And made out of cotton CLOTH"
-SomerVtLIe Journal.
Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1883-08-16

One inch makes n square. Administrators and Tx
ecutors Notices $3.50. Transient advertsensuts and
locals per line for first insertion and cents
line for each additional insertion.
Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1883-08-16
NEWSPAPER LAWS.

IF subscribers order the discrimination OF
newspapers, the publishers may continue TO
send them until all arrearages are paid.
If subscribers refuse or neglect to take their
newspapers from the Office to which they are
sent, they are held responsible until they
have settled the bills and ordered them dis
continued.
If subscribers move to other places with
out informing the publisher, and the news
papers are sent to the former place of resi-
dence, they are then responsible.
The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1883-09-13
Looking for Joseph.

He was hanging around the Grand
Central depot the other day, begging
money to carry him to town in Massa-
chusetts.
What do you want to go there for?"
asked one.
ITO see the owner ofa great factory, "
was the reply.
''What do you want of him ?''
'.Well, l saw in the papers that he
had been running the factory at loss for
the last six months, but kept going on
account of sympathy for his employees. y
"Wellp'
"Well, I've got a brother somewhere
in that state; and reckon that's the
man, that's exactly like him. The old
woman cut in Wisconsin was buried at
the expense of the town, the old man is
in the poor-house, and the other seven
OF US have lived on root beer and injun
meal for the last year, but it would be
just like Joseph to lose $4,000 year
to keep his employees fat and well-dress-
ed. I've got bet of brindled cali
against corn-sheller that its Joseph,
and I'm bound to get there if have to
fly. ."-WaU Street NeaUs.
The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1883-09-13
a Frank Country Landlord.

ibid you make much money here
from summer boarders ?''
The venerable cutter of grass looked
pityingly at me over the tops of his
glasses, as he replied: "We farmers
don't invite these folks out to the
country cause we want society. Oh,
no; we don't take in city boarders to
lose money. / got a round dozen, all
women and children, up to my house.
and the house amt very big, nuther /
get S72 week out O. them ERE folks,
and l reckon l make $40 a week out
of en-"
docs not the bracing air give them
heavy appetites ?' l inquired.
Stuff and nonsense. Why, when
they first come you'd think they'd never
had nuthin' to eat; they want to eat all
the time. When we first took boarders
| kinder held in on 'em, but found a
trick worth two of that. jest let 'em
pour down all the milk they want and
eat all the apples they can, and pretty
soon the milk makes EN- bilious and
the apples gives 'em the collie, and then
they settle down kinder steady like. I'm
generally about $500 ahead at the end
of the season. / must git out here, "
added the old man as we were in front
of pleasant farmhouse. Come down
to prayer meetin' tonight" thanked
the old man and promised to attend, but
failed to keep my promise.-Nev York
Nail
The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1883-09-13
a Bad Indian Conquered by Sorp

'An Apache. in full war paint, stalk
ed into an Indian school at Albuquer-
que, N. M, one day. The children
were Immediately terrified, and trem-
blin9ly told us he was a bad Indian
They said an uncle of one of our boys
had killed his brother and they feared
he had come for revenge. AS it was
dinner-time l saw nothing better to do
than have the children marched into
the dining room, as usual. We keep
open house to Indians at all times and
treat them as distinguished guests, so
I motioned to our Apache to take seat
at the table. He sat down, terrible in
his war paint, and laid two loaded re-
volvers on the table before him. The
children began to tremble. / summon
ed all my courage and said: Put those
revolvers on the window The Apache
never moved. The cook placed before
him cup of coffee and bowl of soup
Take away that coffee and soup,' I
commanded, with my heart in my
mouth, adding, to the Indian: .'You
shall not have them until you put those
revolvers on the window Trembling
for her life, the cook obeyed. When
the Apache saw his dinner removed he
deliberately arose, picked up his srevolv-
ers and-shall | ever forget that terri
BILE moment?-quietly laid them on the
window. His dinner was restored to
him, he ate it in silence and then picked
up his property, and walked out with
out word.
II did not see him again for years.
But this last time on my way home, as
l was waiting in the train at Santa Fe,
my terrible Apache. in all his feathers
and war-paint. got into the car and
walked its whole length, as if looking
for some one. My blood ran cold. He
stopped beside me, gave grunt of sat-
isfaction, and broke into smiles. Then
nothing would do but must vigorously
shake hands. He then left the car and
returned with dozen other braves, as
horrible as himself. He introduced
them all, and all must shake hands"
= Harriet Philips, in Philadelphia
Times.
The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1883-09-13
At a Convention of Amateur Journalists.

The vivacious editors of the Mosquito
and the Cricket came soon after their
esteemed contemporaries had arrived.
They were followed by the ''chiefs' of
the Bundle Bee and the Fly. A white
faced little boy was the editor of the
Bowieknife. A mild, pleasant-looking
lad was pointed out as the editor of the
Tomahawk. A modest, good-natured
youth as the editor of the Blatherskite.
The last delegate to arrive came in
about o'clock in the evening. He was
said to be the editor of the Turnip of
Time.
One of the editors, Joseph Irwin,
Esq, wore stout trousers which came to
his knees, and red stockings. None of
the amateur editors were young. They
disclaim being young. A few of them
looked young. The boy in short
trousers, for example, might not be
mistaken for a man of more than fifty
years. 1t was whispered that he had
really seen twelve summers. In gravi-
ty of manner and maturity of mind,
many of the journalists might not easily
fall short of sixty or seventy years.
The editor of the Earthquake. publish
ed at Butler, Pa, who has attained to
the age of sixteen years, is looked upon
as q tottering Thurlow Weed. Com
pared to him the editor of tho Hurri-
cane, of Charleston, SC, is but child.
and the editor of the Thunderbolt, of
Philadelphia, mere babe in arms.
There is Rip Van Wrinkle of the anna
teur journalists who is even older than
Thurlow Weed. He is the great and
only editor of the Turnip of Time.
2. Journal.