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The Dickinson press., 1889-06-01

1t is a fact that in no other country of the
world was a civil war followed SO rapidly by
the complete pacitication of the sections war.
red over, OF by such complete reconciliation;
SO complete that the ordinary citizen scarcely
knows Us he moves about the national capital
whether this or that prominent parsonage he
meets was u native of one section or the
other, a supporter of one side or the other.
And with the exception Of those political de-
bates in congress and other places which are
perhaps legitimate, the amnesty is SO CON-
plete, tho social amenities are so completely
restored, that if here and there one with a
little too good a memory or not quite enough
forgiveness ventures to mouth tho otter
terms of tho war, the hearers quickly rising
frowns sternly rebuke the unwelcomo L,em.
Dry, or the voice falls cold upon UNI. ym-
pathizing ears like u curse uttered in the pur.
air of the mountain tops, which dies without
IN echo.
The Dickinson press., 1889-06-01
Turkish Ro:llls.

Speaking of the possibility of Turkish rail.
roads, | am led of course to say something
about her roads. She has some roadsl was
able recently to journey inland some 700
miles in a springless wagon. Why. in the
name of humanity, don't they have spring
wagonss Patience, my progressive friendsl
There are two good and sufficient reasons,
Ono is that they are too dear; the other is
that the roads are not yet quite adapted to
springs. Springs are occidental, but these
roads are oriental. However, this mode of
locomotion is a great advance over the old
regime, when ono could go nowhere except
OH horseback or on foot. To speak seriously,
the last ten years have witnessed immense
progress in this regard. Most of tho large
cities arc now connected by these roads. And
the fact that fat, ease loving pashas find
these clumsy wagons far more comfortable
than horseback riding is n kind of guarantee
that the roads will be kept in passable order.
The average pasha, after he has had a little
taste of the better, is very unwilling to go
back to tho worse, where personal comfort is
at stakc.-Hartford Courant.
The Dickinson press., 1889-06-01
Happiness in Doing Good.

A big man walked down Fourteenth street
at about $ O'Clock in the afternoon. He was
faultlessly dressed, with n flower in his coat
lapel and u gold headed cane in his hand. His
mustache was gray and his face a little
flushed. Flo looked to be about so years old,
and has been taken for a prosperous New
Yorker. He was extremely dignified. No.
body would have suspected from his walk
that no was drunk. His inebricty was of the
sort which does not extend below the neck.
His legs were perfectly sober, but he removed
his hat and made a stately bow to an old
darby who was passing in a coal cart. A red
handkerchief about tho colorcd mans neck
had apparently led him to believe that an
elegantly attired lady was going by in a Ian.
dau.
Just above G street a poor, measly cur dog
lay on the pavement in the sun. The big man
stopped and looked at him. The dog fecbly
wagged his tail, but was either too poor or
too lazy to get up. A sympathetic and be.
nevolent look came into the big mans face.
Out from his trousers pocket he pulled q roll
of bills. 1t was three inches thick. There
we're tens and twenties, and there must have
been hundreds of dollars in tho roll. Care.
fully picking out a dollar bill he laid it on
the pavement just by the dogs nose.
Here, poor doggie," said he, "go buy
yourself a bone" and as he passed on down
the street his face was radiant with the con-
seriousness of n good deed done. -Washington
Post.
The Dickinson press., 1889-06-01
Tho Dog Craze.

The dog craze" is increasing and with
startling rapidity, and it continues 10 be
shared alike by both sexes. A pair of canine
treasures is now counted a small possession,
and the fashionable and avowed admirer of
of dogs now boasts a collection of five or six
varied specimens and thinks nothing of going
out for a stroll on n sunshiny day through
one of the city's parks attended by tho whole
collection. 1t does present a somewhat curl.
Gus scene for u stylishly dressed woman to be
holding, as it were, u sort of impromptu cir
Gus in one of the squares. Her several dogs
gamboling about while she checks them with
II slender whip clasped in her daintily gloycd
hand and summons them to her side by u
shrill whistle, all under the observance of a
motley crowd of spectators that stand off at
n respectable distance as if enjoying a FREQ
show. The fashionable dog for the feminine
pet is increasing in size, and instead of the
soft, curled poodles and toy pugs we now see
English and Irish settlers. symmetrical Ital.
ian and English g%rcyhounds, Scotch collies
and Blenheim spaniels. Table Talk.
The Dickinson press., 1889-06-01
No I'lattery.

a lady Went into a Boston millinery store
the other day to have some alterations made
i'll a bonne she had lately purchased there.
Her little daughter of 4 years, who went
with her, soon found her way in among the
workers in the back store,r where she fell
into admirins wonder over the pretty mate
rails they We're handling and making up into
hats and honnets
Seeing this, and seeing also that her nam.
ma would be obliged to wait some time, the
working girls gave her some scraps of the
materials, together with an old hat and bon
net game, telling her she, too, might sit
down and trim with them. She watched
them quietly for a time and then set at work,
The quickness with which she caught tho art
and initiated what she had seen was quite
surprising.
Finally she got the things trimmed some
what to her liking and held them up for in
spection.
The milliners all began to praise the work
e%xtravagantly, telling her that it was beauti.
full and as well done as they could do it.
The little one listened a oment, drew her.
self up h%aughtily and looked offended. She
tried to check the praise and evidently strug-
gled for suitable words.
81 don't like you to talk that way.n she
said, ut last.
why not, deari asked the milliners.
because, answered the child, "it doesn't
sound as if you meant it. It's the first time
I've trimmed, and-and-well, I'd rather.
you'd be more cross than so pleasant about
it."
She did not find just the right words. ~
she made two things quite clear to her b IN
ers, she doubted their sincerity and was not
to be blinded by self deception.-Youth's
Companion.
The Dickinson press., 1889-06-01

a butler, and set up a buffet and receives
calls Oh her own responsibility. Novel situa-
ton. Piquant experience. Delightful days.
No surveillance and no ''larkincsS." Dolly is
u lady and behaves like one. She is careful
whom she entertains. She is us dcmulc us u
Puritan damsei, as jolly as n Partisan bolle-
mienne. She plays at housekeeping most
cheerily.
Gray eyed Dolly is n young wood carver
She supports herself by one of the newest DC.
equations found practicable for women. She
has three dainty rooms in the last place You
would dream of-ovcr n stable. Delightfully."-
pretty rooms they are, where %bric-a-brac
picked up in all manner of odd places, sum
MGR sketches and winter studies, old plaster
casts and new panels, inexpensive ~hanginss
with sudden flashes of color in scarlet ribbons,
stained floors and Koula rugs make one for.
get that such thing, us Turkey carpets, silkcn
%'livans, Louis XVI chairs and old Scvrcs
china were ever 10y anybody deemed dcsir.
able. Gray eyed Dolly is wholly self depend,
Ont, She has supported herself since she was
Ii. She tired of hall bedrooms. She doesn't
like the drcary atmosphere of the average
little nest of n stable home, where she has a
''' anu III ol'eh' hie, "'it 'aii ioiio" tHe iiiIo-
cent inclinations of her own sweet will.
There are girl bachelors who write, who
paint, who act, who are shorthand writers
and typewriters. all living by themselves, or
il prosperous, indulging in the society of n
maid. One of the plcasantcst of these new
establishment belongs to n woman in her
mid-twcntics who earns 1850 a year rs
buyer in tile childrcn's cloak department OF Il
biz dry goods house, and takes i'll two other
girls on smaller wages TO share in her luxury.
All this new race of independent women keeps
itself free from scandal. Ten years ago their
life would have been impossible. Now it is
scarcely commented OH. All hail To the
young old maid.-Ncw York Mai and EN-
,,l.aSS
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JOHN M'KEoWN's LUCK.
A Poor Day Laborcr Whose Income Now
Reaches 5000, O n Year,

A Poor Day Laborcr Whose Income Now
Reaches $780, O n Year.
Lucky" John McKeown, the oil king Of
this field, has a monthly income from his oil
wells greater than tho unnual salary of the
president of the United States.
y producer in this field said yesterday: II
can give you figures to prove that McKcown's
wells are now bringing him more than $50.
900 per month. The last word had from his
three Knox Farm wells they were nggregat-
ing tifty-six barrels an hour Of course they
will not do this long, but lie has other wells
coming in that will keep up his daily produc-
ton. In fact, Mckeown istrying to increase
his production all the time.
"Tlrce wells doing ffty-six barrels an hour
is l,3i4 barrels every twenty-four hours, or
4o,3.o barrels IL month. McKeown has pro,
ducinS wells in nearly every district, even
back i'll Bradford, which he left with a big
fortune years ago., made OH the rich Bing-
ham lands. To place his production at Sc, 600
barrels a month is putting it under the actual
amount rather than over On every barrel
Of this oil no receives a premium, except at
Bradford, and there his production is the
smallest.
ut is safe to calculate Il premium of fifteen
cents above the market on the whole of Nc
kcown's production, twenty cents being the
actual prcnlium on the most of it. Tho pre-
MUM OH the production is $500 a month,
and this total value is $57, 800 month, or
$500 more Than President Harrison receives
for Il year. If Mr.. McKeown can keep his
wells stirred up to this point his gross income
from them in twelve months would be $780,
UUO.
Ills Knox Farm gushers are in a locality
that's year ago was not considered gilt edged,
but everybody believed it was good when
Mckeown began to stake off locations for
wells. Everything he has ever touched has
turned to grcenbacks, except his T%urkcyfoot
venture, and since Gailey's big well there it
is not certain that Mckeown's land will not
be all right. 1t was McKcown who opened
up the richest spot ever found in the Penn
sylvania oil regions. This was his Martin
Pool, Washington county, where his famous
Martin No. 3 amazed the trade for months.
Three farms in this pool produced, according
to the best estimates. 100000 y worth of oil,
and they are still producing.
"ln addition to his oil interests McKeown
owns %, 600 ncres of yellow pine lands in Ala
bama, one of the largest Touring mills in
Minnesota and Il business block in Baltimore
said to be worth 81 ,O00, 900. He is so rich he
doesn't know how much lie is worth, and he
goes about his oil wells from 5 o'clock in the
morning till lato in the evening, and if you
didn't know him you would likely take him
for one of tho hands. He has been a very
strong and rugged man, but tho hurly burly
of oil life has told on him very perceptibly.
Mckeown has gone through the entire oil
excitement in Pennsylvania, having begun on
Oil creek in the pioneer days as n laborel' at
81 day."-Washington Pa.) Cor. Pittsburg
Commercial.
The Dickinson press., 1889-06-01
A Hundred Years Ago.

Ayoung lady from Boston wrote a graphic
account of the accidents on her carriage
journey through New England, adding that
she would probably have to sleep in the car.
rage, but she says: II have seen him, and
though had been entirely ignorant that he
had arrived in the city, | should have known
at q glance that it was Gen. Washington. l
never saw n human being who looked so
grand and noble as he does. l could fall
DOWN on my knees and bless him for all tho
good he has done for this country" Other
letter writer's are even more enthusiastic,
some of the aged declaring their readiness to
die after having seen his face.
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NOT AN INTERESTED PARTY.

Good night, sweetheart" lie softly said,
And held her tight
Upon his breast she bowed her head
And sighed Good night"
He clasped her close Good night!" said he
In tender tones.
Good night" once more responded she,
my iovei my own!"
And then Good night, my own lear love."
Again said he
More softly than u cooling dove,
Good night" said she.
But whether ie said SO again
cannot say.
For l got tired of listening then,
And came away
-Somervillc Journal
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PRETTY DoLLYs BACHELOR HOME,

The Dainty Little Nest of an independent
Young Spinster Uptown.
A Mail and Express reporter was counting
on his fingers last evening the girls he Knew
me. have set up apartments or installed
1~iselves in establishments of their own.
LIZ, over the digits of one hand, then of
impG4er. and repeated the operation so otter
hin he lost all track of reckoning. The girl
.helor grows enterprising. She no longer
boards. She makes q bachelor home. She
takes rooms. She lives in them without a
chaperon. Her conduct is unquestioned.
There is no limit to the pluck and the indie
pendence of the young aud unmarried and
perfectly decorous and entirely delightful I'M
married woman. She is no longer an unpro-
tected female. She has found out after all
a girls best protection is a girl. The last de-
cade evolved a phrase. The present decade
is now at work evolving another. bachelor
suites is established in the language. Maids
suites, or Dorothy apartments, as somebody
in conversation the other day christened
them, isgoing to find place before very long.
Yesterday the reporter drank a cup of tea
with brown eyed Dolly. Dolly has a small
fortune and is %. Her father died; her re-
lations with her only relative, an aunt, were
strained. The two did not thrive under the
same rooStree. The kettle sings on the hearth
most zferrily since Dolly has hired a fiat and
The Dickinson press., 1889-06-01
A SONG.

Over the strings of my harp today
Floats n song thai Is half a sigh,
Like the sound of leaves when the wind sween
by
AS they beat ant sob,
AS they beat and throb,
I'LL ! hear n voice in the distant roar
On that lovely stretch of sandy shore.
over the strings of my harp today
Floats a song for the dying year
a song that thrills with an unshed tear
Thro' the winter twilight. cold and gray,
AS the breakers sob,
AS the breakers throb,
And ! hear that voice with its old refrain.
For those days that never come back again.
Over the strings of my harp today
Floats a song for my sweet lost youth
For. o. | would give in very truth
Riches and fame and power away
To dream once more
Those bright dreams DER,
1T is vain regret" signs that old refrain,
For tho days that can never come back again.
Over the strings Of my harp today
Floats n song for the dying year
a song that thrills with an unShed tear,
Like the sound Of breakers far away
How they beat and sob!
How they beat and throb!
And | hear that voice with its old refrain,
For the days that never come back again.
New Hampshire Patriot.
The Dickinson press., 1889-06-01
He Hit Her ON the Jaw.

A L~awrenceville doctor was escorting a
young lady from the opera. She yawned
considerably as the train neared her suburban
home. He warned her to be careful. Again
she yawned, there was a click, and the jaw
was dislocuted. At once he gave her a ring.
ing blow on the chin, which drove the jaw in
place. but several passengers sprang to their
feet, thinking it a case of wife beating. He
could not explain without making the lady
ridiculous, but a newspaper item set him
right PHILADELPHIA Record.
The Dickinson press., 1889-06-01
Lord churchill in the uouso of

Lord Churchill in the House of Commons.
1t may not be generally known that the
state Of Lord Randolph Churchill's mind can
be easily gagged by those who sit near him
in the house of commons and have watched
his proceedings pretty closely. When he is
uninterested he sits with one leg loosely
crossed over tho other, which is turned in so
as not to obstruct tho passage Of his neigh.
bors; but when he is excited or has made up
his mind to execute one Of tho extraordinary
coups with which he occasionally startles the
house of commons, then his whole figure Us.
nj IN unaccustomed rigidity, his legs
stitfen, and tho point of his foot sticks straight
out, In such a way that any one who wants
to pass must coast round it cautiously, for
there is no hope of its being lowered. On
these occasions Lord Randolph, in fact, seems
to lose oil thought of everything but the
matter Immediately on his mind, and is per.
fectly regardless Of the convenience of every.
body. 1t is this characteristic, carried to OK.
cess in speeches, which has earned him the
reputation of being one of tho rudest men
in tho house of commons.-London Modern
Society
The Dickinson press., 1889-06-01
Tho Virtues of Vegetables.

Celery acts upon tho nervous system, and
it Is q cure for rheumatism and neuralgia.
Tomatoes stimulate the liver, and spinach
and common dandelion prepared in the same
way have a direct effect on diseases of the
kidney. Onions, garlic and olives promote
digestion by stimulating the circulatory sys.
tenn, with the consequent increase OF the sa.
Iva and gastric Juice. Raw onion are also
regarded as n realedy for sleeplessness, and
the French believe that onion soup is an ex.
cellent tonic in cases of debility of the diges,
tive organs. -Philadclphia Press.
The Dickinson press., 1889-06-01
Hentless Lights.

An interesting fact is that one Of tho great
problems now p%erplexing scientific mcn-the
production Of heatless lights-has been al
ready solved by nature. The light from a
luminous beetle-suficient for reading a
newspapers shown by tho spectroscope to
be all of one kind, and just tho kind for see.
ing, while the thermopile finds no evidence
OF heat. Yet in all our artificial lights vast
Quantities OF fuel arc wasted for Useless heat.
New York Telegram.
The Dickinson press., 1889-06-01
SUNRISE IN YOSEMITE VALLEY.
Beauties of the Breaking Day Amid TIL
Gorgeous Works of Nature.

Beauties of the Breaking Day Amid the
Gorgeous Works of Nature.
When | awoke the blackness of darkness
still covered the land, but there was an indis-
tingulshable something in the east that
warned mo the darkness must go, a some
thing that was not light and yet gave a pre-
monition of tho light. And there was light"
1t stole up, the white silvery light of dawn.
There was no color, as there were no clouds.
Everything was in an impenetrable gloom
and the light stole gently up and made a
horizon, yet leaving everything hitherward
still hidden beneath the pail. Then the peaks
began to define themselves, the highest first,
soon assuming an irregularly serrated appear
ance against the light, like mighty teeth in a
gigantic broken saw. Then the light began
to show between the teeth and the saw ap.
peared to grow thicker, and to glow through
out its length with a bright. silvery light,
more like electric light than anything else.
AS the light climbed higher on the horizon,
and moro of it shone through the clefts, the
saw was demolished and groups of the higher
teeth formed themselves into more or less
regular fantastic profile faces. One splendid
Punch like profile was the last to disappear,
frightened away by the advancing light,
more potent than the hangman. Soon l was
able to recognize the higher and further
peaks, then. as the pail was lifted, those
nearer. Then there shot up from horizon to
zenith a beam Of still whittier light than had
yet appeared, and quickly there were more
beside it, and moro and more, until there was
a halo of glory resting on the horizon and
lighting the whole eastern sky. 1t grew
brighter and brighter, finally disappearing,
too glorious to longer waste itself on mortal
view. though tho world was better for its
having lived. All the while the foreground
was becoming palmer n palmer in the pic
ture III feature after feature recognizable as
the gloom fed. A pinkish light appeared on
the edges of the higher peaks and gradually
changed to a golden glare as it settled down
over everything. There was a star, as at
Mirror lake, then Old Soils full face-and to-
day was just like yesterday, and l went to
breakfast .-Private Letter from H. 7. White.
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A Good RCaGOn.

"Of all the queer reasons for abdicating,"
remarked Mrs. Snaggs, that of the king Of
Servia was the queerest. He says he atli.
Gated because his hair was falling out. "Oh,
that reason is sufficient. replied Snaggs, for
it gave his heir a nance to fall in. you see"
True Flag.
The Dickinson press., 1889-06-01
Crumbs of Comfort.

First Dame-What does the doctor say ail:,
y'r husbandl
Second Dame tsadly,-Bright's disease.
"Well, dearie, don't be so down hearted.
Poor, afflicted John Bright lived to u
good old age in spite of his disease. -Phila.
delphia Record.
The Dickinson press., 1889-06-01
Electric Light for London.

The city Of London is about to be electric
ally lighted from Fleet street to Aldgato and
from its northern boundary to the river. The
arrangement which the commissioners of
sewers made is the largest scheme of electric
lighting which has yet been vcnturcd upon in
Europe, and with good management there
seems to be no reason why it should not be n
complete success. The contract is to be for
twenty-one years, and, bearing in mind the
improvements which will probably be made
in electrical illumination during that long
period, the commissioners have not lost sigh,
of the public interests. They have stipulated
that when the profits from the contract ex.
coed 10 per cent. one-half of the surplus is to
be- applied to the reduction of the charges.
Also the commissioners may, if they see fit,
purchase the undertaking at the end of the
contract. That is IN arrangement with which
the citizens ought to be we'll satisfied. II
gives the new light fair chance and protects
the ratepayers from the creation Of a mo-
nopoly.-St. James Budget.
CONSUMPTION SURELY CURED.
TIC THE EDIroR-Please inform your readers
that have n positive remedy for the above
named disease. v Its timely use thousands of
hopeless cases have been permanently cured. i
shall be glad to send two bottles of my remedy
ton il they will send me their express and
post Office address. Respectfully, 7. A. $40
CUM. N. C.. 1871 Pearl ST., New York.
ser. BLY,.
The Dickinson press., 1889-06-01
Afraid of Jay Birds.

A gentleman was riding to town a day or
two ago, when al old negro woman, with a
scared look, ran from her house, saying:
Boss, is you got a gun in your pocketT
NO." replied the gentleman; whats the
The Dickinson press., 1889-06-01
We'll, yer see dat jay bird up DARE"

well, dat jay bird cum dar when my old
man died; an he peck IN no holler; den my
old man die-den dat same jay bird cum dar
two yers after, lie pecks an he hollers, and
my little gal dies. Den las yer he cum, and
he go fro de same akshun, an some onerous
rascal steal all mi chickens, den he cum today.
an if yer doan shoot him old Sallie 10 ded
fore mornin'." He took a pistol and fired at
the bird, and the old woman shouted: BLESS
dc Lord, yer duss skeer de debble away dis
time, suah.-Sumter 'Ga.) Republican.