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Richland beacon. [volume] (Rayville, La.) 1869-1890, 1888-03-31
Snakes will not Live on Irish Soil.

James Francis Hogan, in his book
1.-The Irish in Australia" relates that
Vaucluse, one of the prettiest spots i'll
Sidney Harbor, has curious and roman
tic history. At the beginning of the
century it was chosen rs his residence
by Sir Henry Hayes, an Irish baronet.
who had the misfortune to he trans
ported for abdncting the lady on whom
he had set his affections. but who did
not see her way to rociprociate his
tender passion. Though technically Il
prisoner, Sir Henry's rank and social
position caused him to be treated by the
authorities as a privileged person, and
he was allowed full measure Of free
dom, in giving his word of honor that
he would make no attempt to leave the
colony and return to Ireland. Sir
Henry accepted his fate with philoso-
phical resignation, and commenced to
build Il new home for himself on the
beautiful estate which he had purchased
and called Vaucluse. But though the
place was, and still is, one of the lowell
est spots ON earth, it had at that time
one serious and annoying drawback. 1t
was infested with snakes.
One day; however, bright idea struck
Sir Henry rs he was cogitating Oh the
subject, and wondering If there where
any practical means of ridding hinlslf
of these unwelcome intruders. He re-
solved to try bold and remarkable ex-
pertinent He would see whether the
virtue of st. Patrick's prohibition of
snakes on Irish soil would extend to the
same soil if transferred to the other side
of the world. He accordingly sent
iome for a number OF barrels Of Irish
SJil, and they arrived in Sydney in due
course. Sir Henry then spread this I'M
ported earth, as far MS it would 60,
around his residence, with the result,
very gratifying to himself, that his do
mestic precincts were never afterwards
troubled by snakes, although the Other
portions of the estate continued to be
infested by the reptiles. Succeeding oc
cupants Of Vaucluse, among them the
distinguished statesman, W. &. Went
worth, all agree i'll testifying to the
singular fact that snake was meyer
known to cross the charmed circle oi
Irish earth.-F'rom Donohoo's Magazine
Richland beacon. [volume] (Rayville, La.) 1869-1890, 1888-03-31
4 Maine Girls Invention.

The story of one Portland girl de-
serves to be recounted. This is of Miss
Helen Blanchard, now resident of
Philadelphia, who was specially gifted.
and who succeeded in field commonly
line intellect. She is of an inventive
mind, and with passion for mechani-
cal contrivance from her childhood.
Naturally she was foreordained to in
vent something, and she did it. The
something, or rather the first thing she
invented, was an attachment for sewing
machines TO sew"over and-over" stitches.
The story that was told Of her runs to
the effect that one day, while at work at
a sewing machine, she got out Of patience
with the way it worked, and in a passion
kicked it over, with the remark that she
could make better machine herself.
Straightway, continues the veracious
chronicler, she proceeded to invent the
"over -and-over" attachment.
In point of fact, the account thus Civ
en- is largely a myth. Miss Blanchard
did not and does not kick sewing ma
chimes, but she did very dccorously and
properly. after long and careful study,
invent the "Over and-over" attachment,
and obtained patent on it. This laid
the foundation for the large fortune
which it is pleasant to be able to say she
now enjoys. She OWLS large estates, a
manufactory, and many patent rights.
Her fortune, royalties and income, with
ont venturing statements accurate
enough to be impertinent, may he de-
scribed in the fluent language of the di-
vine novelist or sensational reporter, "a
"beyond the widest dreams of avarice. "
She earned it all herself She had no
assistance from any one. and hired
money at % per cent. to pay her first
Patent Office fees.
Richland beacon. [volume] (Rayville, La.) 1869-1890, 1888-03-31
SANDY An A. THE TOUN.

They say auld Sandy is ma mair.
An a the toun : i'll tears,
For five-an ntwenty hunder pair
He kept for forty years.
Their worked for Sandy, TO be sure,
Lads, lassies, dads, an mammies,
An that is why they were so puir.
He fieeced bath sheep an lammles.
What to the warl is anes success
Are a. the lave deservin'
o. naething marian could they lcss
Thar. Just 10 keep frae starvin;
Then what hae We TO praise or murn
In stewards slch as Sandy.
Wha' 10 the time they cross'd the bur8,
But for their ainsels plan'd aye?
Yet these "deplored Alas to see
Sic silly, blind devotion,
That We for work should grateful be-
oh, what a servi'e notion
Oh. slaves wha for a master pine
Wha kept We puir an ploddln,--
What wad We say, were light to shins
An show We Guise an Godin'
EPITAPH.
Sandy an a the toun were twa;
Should been but ane an that was a
Though a the toun was Sandy's stay,
Yet he his lane was theirs. they say.
He died of govt. whom all supplied 80
They starved, who all on one relied.
-RoBuRT CUNMISa.
Braccville, Ill.
Richland beacon. [volume] (Rayville, La.) 1869-1890, 1888-03-31

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Richland beacon. [volume] (Rayville, La.) 1869-1890, 1888-03-31

one morning to read aloud a paragraph
in one of the daily papers:
"'We are sorry to say that the rumors
of the instability of the firm of Caring
Brothers are not without foundation.
There was great excitement in the City
yesterday in consequence.
"Why, father, this concerns you. Oh.
why did you not listen to me when
begged you not to risk your all in their
handsl"
Mr.. Lorrimore rose-sat down again
shaded his brow with fingers that
trembled visibly, and when Aveline laid
her hand on his sleeve, broke away from
her to hurry from the room and lock
himself in his study.
Don't ask me to come out" he en-
treated, when his son followed him
there. "Make what excuses yOu like
for me, but don't compel me to take an
active part in this piece of treachery.'
"Of what, sirl Aren't You taking a
strange view of a strategem employed
for your own relief! Do you wish to
be welded by widow whether you will
or no!"
Certainly not" was the emphatic
reply. "Neither should ] like to see
you, my boy, entrapped by that gig
Cling, flirting, soulless Mona, who yawns
behind her fan whenever 1 broach a
sensible subject. I shall be only too
glad to be rid of our female plaques,
though have no fault to find with little
AWE, and Mrs. Burton has effected some
much needed reforms in our household.
Do what you like, but let me keep in
the background"
Accordingly Keith announced on the
morrow that his father refused to see
anyone; and as the news Of Caring
Brothers failure was now confirmed,
great CONSERVATION was visible in the
countenances of the widow and he,
daughters.
Richland beacon. [volume] (Rayville, La.) 1869-1890, 1888-03-31
TIE CITY IN TIE HILLS.

There lies a little city in the hills;
White are its roofs, dim is each dwelling
door,
And peace with perfect rest its bosom fills.
There the pure mist, the pity of the sea,
Comes soft white hand, and reaches DER
And touches it's still face most tenderly.
Unstirred and calm, amid our shifting years,
Lo. where it lies far from the clash and roar,
With quiet distance buried, as if thro' tears.
heart that praycst 80 for God to send
Some loving message to so b,fore
And lead the way to where thy longings end.
Be sure, lie very sure, that soon will com.
His kindest angel, and through that sti
door.
Into the infinite love will lead thee home.
EDWARD Z. SILL,
Richland beacon. [volume] (Rayville, La.) 1869-1890, 1888-03-31

eve shall nave to LET the lady come, for
with his usual carelessness, Toms letter
WAS not posted until the 18th of May,
and Mrs. Burton. who was staying at
Southampton, to recover from the effects
of rough voyage, proposed coming here
on or before the 18th, which happens to
be tomorrow"
"Humph, she might have given us
Richland beacon. [volume] (Rayville, La.) 1869-1890, 1888-03-31

A SUBSTANCE which resembled sulphur
fell with a rain at Gracias, Honduras, in
December, and hoatcd on the surface of
the ponds and other receptacles in which
water was collected.
Richland beacon. [volume] (Rayville, La.) 1869-1890, 1888-03-31

A British joke attributed to America:
Why is Ireland growing rich, Because
her capital is Dublin.
Richland beacon. [volume] (Rayville, La.) 1869-1890, 1888-03-31

The woman question: What are
you going TO trim it withf'
Richland beacon. [volume] (Rayville, La.) 1869-1890, 1888-03-31
BY STRATAGEM.

ERE'S a pretty how T.
dye do" half said,
half sung Keith Lor-
rimore, looking to
wards the end Of
h e breakfast table
where sat his father,
dipping into his cor
respondence wit h
certain leathed So
cicsfes in the in
! teryals of drinking
The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-03-24
A Story or Jenny Lind.
Boston Advertiser.

When Jenny Lind was in Edin. burgh, in the year 1865, she was one day purchasing some songs in music sellers in Prince street. The attend ant who served her, a young man, not knowing who stood before him, asked if she had yet been to hear the great "Jenny Lind." The question being answered in the affirmative, and he in turn being asked by this stranger if he had heard the Swedish Nightingale" he replied that much though he de- sired to hear her, the very high prices of the tickets were far beyond his slender income. Jenny Lind then asked him to play the accompaniment to the song which she held in her hand. Quite unconscious of every thing but the sweet notes which poured forth from the strangers throat, the young man played on. At the close the singer turned round, bade him adieu, and with the words, "Now you have heard Jenny Lind, 1" walked out of the saloon without waiting for word of thanks from the astonished youth.
The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-03-24

On April the regular spring sea- son of the McCaull Opera company will begin at the Chicago opera house. The engagement will open with "The Begun" which was such phenome- nal success at the same theatre some months ago and which, owing to other engagements at the theatre had to be taken from the stage, after run of two weeks. "The Begun" will be fol- lowed with new version of "Boccac- cio," written by Harry B. Smith, au- thor of "The Begum," and also author of the Crystal Slipper" the musical extravaganza to be produced at the Chicago opera-house the coming sum- mer. The new version differs in many respects from the old one; it adheres more closely to the old original Ger man text and will be produced with the strongest cast it has over had in this country, among the people being DeWolff Hopper, Digby Bell, Jeff De Angelis, Harry MacDonough, Hoff, Cottrelly, Laura Joyce Bell, Marion Manola, etc.
The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-03-24
Couldn't Fiddle Like Ole Bull.
Indianapolis Jour


 "Governor Whitcomb was a re- markable man in all things" said J. Lemon to a Couyier-Jou,mdl reporter. "He gave Asbury university the finest library in the state, but it was almost wholly destroyed by the fire which burned the old college building in 1877 or '7S. Whitcomb liked books, and his range of study was so great that he was informed in the literature of nearly every branch of thought. Take him in music or law, it was much the same. He was a devotee of the violin for years, and considered him. self master of that instrument until he heard Ole Bull play. He went home from the entertainment, I am told, sullen and thoughtful. It was some time before his friends observed that he had laid aside his fiddle.
 "What's the matter with you and your violin?" one of them finally ven- tured to inquire.
 "Nothing especially" the governor replied. "I always played the violin because l thought could, but when heard Ole Bull I discovered that knew nothing about fiddle. always made it rule to practice nothing un- less l could do it we'll, and so I have put away my violin. am too old to begin to learn."
The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-03-24
My Friend, the Lawyer

If there is anything more sad to contemplate in this vale of tears than a young limb of the law of metropol- itan caliber struggling for dear life in a rural town, want to grasp its hand, hug it to my bosom and weep with it in unison, the bitter tears of disappointment. am well-too well, perhaps, for my peace of mind-ac- quainted with such an important in- dividual. I am called upon weekly to sign his name to a heart rending petition offered up at the altar of "pa;" and am ignominiously obliged to endorse a check for said "pa, D weekly.
 This young, aspiring, Haunting, lounging, craving limb of the law divides with me the scant fare and so- cial beefsteak and papier macht griddle cakes of my boarding house also does he ensconce his famished person between my home-spun scratchy sheets-and wears my thread bare coat to meeting, and also polishes the fulcrum of my pants upon a cracker box in the Union store.
 This young off-shoot of Blackstone graduated when did. His diploma said after passing the epoch of tht bar, that he could practice. He did he did. I have gazed in the mirror and watched his weekly practiciDg oi gaunt but forced economy of collars and neckties, and I have wept with him while he turned his cuffs for tht fourth time. I have done all this, an6 more but why lay bare his quiverina penury to air my own grievances2
 To fill up the sad, sad tedium o office life he began to write conf, things for newspapers. An that wa, the first of all the great crimes history
The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-03-24

and his townspeople have nailed to his front gate with the seven inch spike of condemnation. If a lawyer wasn't satisfied to wait until some- thing turned up, he wasn't fit to try the most commonplace cow-case or cabbage stealing affair in town. To work to the quick human endurance, to still the craving of human hunger and turn paper collars-this was, &C., cording to the good peoples minds, the sum total, the great and only ul- timatum of the rural lawyers career
 But COW cases were scarce, and the soil surrounding the unfortunate young mans domains wouldn't raise a single head of cabbage.
 And-he wrote funny poems and jokes for the papers.
 One day-oh, we'll do I remember that day-a slim, human, gaunt. ener- vated specimen boarded the first train and hied himself to tar-off city. He had call. And the inhabitants of the dead and needy burg roar, and burst off buttons and say: "He's a derned fool! See the field here. He oughter stayed and cultivated it."
The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-03-24

Dr. Peiro, of No. 7s State street, Chicago, is now acknowledged to be, in the treatment of throat and lung diseases, the most skillful physician in the country. To the certain knowl- edge of the writer, Dr. Peiro has cured throat troubles, which, by several we'll known physicians, were declared to be beyond medical skill. The old style country doctor was a good friend, trifie severe at times, it is true, but he. has been showed aside by the progressive specialist. Dr. Peiro has devoted many years to his speciality, having given up an extensive general prac- tice, and he can now look with pro- fessional pride upon the work which he is accomplishing.
The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-03-24

OA OuOcC CultOTS Il nave udIlOus 11G IS not only a facile scribe-he is a priest of mighty mysteries. A writer by | profession, he Is also teacher and a preacher. He is in literature what Edward Burne-Jones is in art. His work is an evangelism which it is given only to select minority of in- itiated votaries of oriental lore to un- derstand aright. There is a subtitle symbolism in every romance he sub mits to the public. How many of its readers, I ask, have penetrated the rare gospel so deftly wrought out in "She?"
 He has been particularly fortunate in not having those domestic embar- rassments which handicap the most exaggerated genius in man or woman. While MT. Haggard's productions may appear inspirational and vision- ary to the superficial reader, in reality they are the result of painstaking labor and studious research. From early boyhood he possessed intuitive ken of eastern knowledge, and the current circumstances in which he soon found himself placed facilitated his studies of medieval dialects and the vast secret traditions of Arabia. He is profound student of the scrip lures, interpreting them in harmony with the teachings of Rabbinical wisdom. Wizard-like, he evolves unique and startling plots from the occult emblems engraved on the car touch of Theban scarabei.
 Truly it may be said of him, all time his hour and all place his work shop. Whether he is walking, riding in an omnibus, or waiting in an un- derground railroad station, he seems obllvious of the external phases of life, and is ever busy with the looms and the yarns from which he weaves his fantastic fabrics. He carries & slender cane, and switches aimlessly right and left, as though the motor forces were stimulated with an energy in concurrence with his unbridled conceits.
 "She" is not recent composition, as many suppose. But not until day before yesterday was popular taste in the least degree attuned to the relish of pabulum spiced with the secret forces which animate the world. The dual personality, the interminable chain of reincarnated good and evil, the laws of reversion of type, and life the gift of life are precepts as old as the eternal hills and as fresh as the dawn.
 l heard, in conversation, lady ob- ject to "She" on the ground of vul- garity, and when I asked her to point to those offensive passages which had failed to send an extra thrill of warmth to my face, she explained that there was too much stress laid on the physical beauty of the divine Ayesha. That the description of that dazzling loveliness, of brow, throat and thigh, strong in love and in i'm mortal youth, which could have rev. olutionized society and changed the destiny of generations, was a vicious doctrine.
 Still again, 1 stood nigh when worthy dowager remarked of the much-discussed and insufficiently- understood "She," "What a lawless imagination the man possesses; it is absurd 1"
 wondered if neither one of these well-meaning persons had caught ray of that higher morality, which lies as an everlasting foundation for the emblematic eloquence of every chapter.
The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-03-24

Mother-"You, Isaiah, didn' tole you not for to go outen dat gatep"
 Isaiah-"I didn' do 1t, mammy, deed I didn'."
 Mother-"Den how you come play in in de street when I tole you not go outen the date2"
 Isaiah-"I climbed ober de fence" ."- Hdrpe''s Young People.
The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-03-24

There are a good many people who are absolutely sure that they could make an undying literary reputation for themselves if they could only think of something to say.-Somer-' ctlle .J0usn0l.
The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-03-24
Written for The ArkdnsdtU TrdUeteT.
 DRAWN FR0JQ LIFE.
BY II. s. KELLER.
ANNETTE, THE AERIAI.QUEEN.
Tue old Scene-.ShlJteg's Story.

For thirty years or more I've been A-shiftin' scenery here, A.changin' of the day and night And Twin some'at queer. A-livin' of a mystic life,
 'MOng ropes, and dust, and noise, A-havin' my share of the tears, And some'at of the joys. Yet such my lot, it pleases me, A.watchin' of the ball Go merrily around the ring
 At ev'ry body's call. A.watchin' daytime turn to night, And night time turn to day A.shifttn' scenes and shuttin' out The pretty sights away. Some little incidents they rise To stir the smilin' stream, As shadows stray across the way Lit by the sunshine's gleam. For love and passion ake-believe Upon the boards may bring Home to the hearts of them who play The soul of the pure thing. Envy, revenge, not always marked, synopsis on the bill, Ofttimes have played their little part To work life's human ill. So, if you'd like to hear my tale, And have some time to spare, I'll tell you all about Nanette,
 The sweet queen of the air. Ahi golden were her tresses bright And heavens blue her eyes, And in her dimples lurked a smile Of blessed paradise; Such paradise as women have
 For lovers who are true A paradise that turns to hate
 As bitter Rs the rue. To love woman of that sort
 A man must be as steel, Or soft as velvet, or as down,
 To win her loves appeal; For, women made as Nanette was Are quick to take Offense Against the slightest shade of false Or human hearts pretense, And, winning such woman, he
 Is blessed beyond compare She'll follow him to paradise,
 Or into deep despair. And such man he won her heart, He played the leadin' line; The queen of ar she smiled upon Him with light divine. Her act upon the little bar
 That hung above the stage Was very short, but, assure
 You, twas the city's rage. That woman held her heart as trump Against almond bright. And when her lover gave her up
 Her heart was steeped in night. That pampered, petted fool who led The part in the new play, For fashions queen he gave Nanette, The trapeze queen away. And she-she was made of the stu
 That stoics hold within Their mighty flood of passion blent With purity and sin. Not weak and meek as common sort But strong enough to bear The wrench of love-until at last
 The heart sinks in despair. He stoOd-I see him standing yet Close by the "left first wing" His eyes were fixed upon Nanette, His finger wore ring A ring the fashion queen once wore, She who had play ed her part And won his legiance far away
 From one true maiden's heart. Nanette she smiled, the pretty lass, And looked hlm m the eyes, And started on her leap for life
 Twas into paradise. She never reached her hands to grasp The safety seat that hung, But gripped them to her tinsel belt, And there they staid and clung. The leadin' maxwell, went away.
 An accident, twas said; But knew better, for Nanette,
 Unloved. were better dead.
The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-03-24

Speaking of hard times, dollar bill will go as far now as it did before the war-if sufficient postage is put on the envelope, and the letter is not in- tercepted by thieving postal clerk. -NoyrsstosCn Herald.