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Iron County register., 1890-01-23
LEGEND OF PARACELSUS
The Trick by Which He Became Cele.
brated and Distinguished Man.

Ahe Dy winch lie became a Cele-
brated and Distinguished Man.
1t once happened that Paracelsus was
walking through forest when he heard
voice calling to him by name. He
looked around and at length discovered
that it proceeded from fir tree, in tho
trunk of which there was spirit, in
closed by small stopper, scaled with
three crosses
The spirit begged of Paracelsus to set
him free. This he readily promised on
condition that the spirit should bestow
on him a madeleine capable of healing
all diseases, and a tincture which would
turn every thing it touched to gold. The
spirit acceded to his request. whereupon
Paracelsus took his pen-knife and sue
ceeded, after some trouble, in getting out
the stopper A loathsome black spider
crept forth, which ran down the trunk
OF the tree. Scarcely had it reached the
ground when it was changed. and be-
came. as if rising from the earth, tall,
haggard man, with squirting red eyes,
wrapped in u scarlet mantel.
lie led Paracelsus to a high, ,overhang-
Ing, craggy mount, and with 4 hazel
twig, which he had broken off by the
I
ting with a crash at the blow, divided
itself in twain, and the spirit disap-
peared within it. He. however. soon re-
turned with two small phials, which he
handed to Paracelsus-a yellow one
which contained the tincture which
turned all it touched to gold. and IL white
one, holding the medicine which healed
all diseases. He then smote the rock a
second time, and thereupon it instantly
closed again.
Both now set forth on their return, the
spirit directing its course toward Inns
pruck, to seize upon the magician who
had banished him from that city. Now
Paracelsus trembled for the consequent
ces which his releasing the evil one
would entail upon him who had con-
jured him into the tree, and he thought
how he might rescue him. When they
arrived once more at the fir tree he
asked the spirit if he possibly could
transform himself again into a spider
and let him see him creep into the hole.
The spirit said that it was not only pos
sible but that he would be most happy
to make such d display of his art for the
qualification of his deliverer.
Accordingly he once more assumed
the form of a spider and crept again in
to the well-known crevice. When he
had done SO Paracelsus. who had kept
the stopper all ready in his hand for the
purpose, clapped it as quick as light
ming into the hole, hammered it in firm
ly with a stone, and with his knife
made three fresh crosses upon it. The
spirit, mad with rage, shook the fir tree
as though he might drive oat the stop
per which Paracelsus had thrust in, but
his fury was of no avail. 1t held fast
and left him there with little hope of
escape, for, on account of the great
drifts of snow from the mountains, the
forest will never be cut down, and, al
though he should caf night and day,
nobody in that neighborhood ever vent
ures near the spot,
Paracelsus, however, found that the
phials were such as he had demanded,
and it was by their means that he after
ward became such a celebra ted and dis
tinguished man.-German Folk Lore.
Iron County register., 1890-01-23

fellow leaned over to Uncle Aaron and said
| ''Come, I'm going now.''
| Uncle Aaron picked up his hat and fol
| lowed him. The young fellow stepped int
a sort of a side corridor and said: "We'l
have to wait minute-they haven't rune
the curtain down yet"
Il kin wait" said Uncle Aaron.
| ''What curious old fellow you are
| thought the young man, cycling HIM inquisi
lively. Soon the actors came trooping of
| the stage with the alacrity of school boys
| just let out of school.
''Ah!" said the young man, ''herc she is
Miss Clark, this way a moment, please, "
catching her by the arm aud stopping her
ALLOW me to introduce to you my friend
| Mr. (ahem) Smith. He's anxious to make
| your acquaintance"
| The twinkling glance of understanding
| between the two was not lost on Uncle
| Aaron, but he said, with an awkward sort OF
bow: Good evenin'. / would like to SPEAK
| to you, please"
''If it's any thing of private nature per-
| haps I'd better DEPART" said the young
fellow, his eyes dancing.
Uncle Aaron said, gravely: ayes, it bees
private, sir. l must see this young woman
| alone"
Excuse me, SIR" smiled Rose. pleas
evening, and
''Ye don't go It'll speaks to ye,'' said Un-
Gle Aaron, firmly.
you can speak before this gentleman,
then-he's friend of mine" said Rose,
somewhat haughtily.
Il must see We by yerself," persisted Un-
Gle Aaron, earnestly.
'';Slr! you really must excuse me-" said
Rose; Il have an engagement
Il come from yer husband!' cried Uncle
Aaron, forgetting his strategem and every
thing else in his fear of losing her.
My husband! All! And who may you
be, sir:'
His father" said the old man. simply.
Paling a little IN spite of all her rouge,
she smiled and said: That makes some
difference. Harry" turning to the young
fellow, IN see you presently-win you ex-
cuse US for q few moments!'
The young man bowed, and Rose, lead
ing the way from the stage wing where
they had been standing to the dressing
room, said: This way, sir, there is no one
here. Now, what is it you want!n
Il want ye-to go back to yer husband"
Rose threw herself down in chair and
laughed and laughed. 'And he sent you
here as deputy! Ohi-but he was wise not
to come again himself Back to him. No
never. never, HeEtT- l. want 10 I'VE, tell
you. This is the life for me! Gay. merry,
free-and like living. And you came here
to ask me to go back to that dull tread-nill
again, did yous l tell you that l have
chosen my ife-I will not go back to HIM!
A jealous, exacting, romantic fool-that ex-
poets 4 woman to be a SAINT. No, sir; l Will
never so back to him-there's no use in
your talking said Rose, pushing back her
wavy hair and beating her little slippered
foot impatiently. Il won't do it.''
Uncle Aaron looked at her, and with that
wondrous sympathy of his said, gently:
Poor child! Ye want to be happy, don't
yera"
The woman looked at him amazed, sus-
piclon and curiosity blended at once in her
face.
"Eappy! What do you mean'''
''My child" said Uncle Aaron, his eyes
shining, Il know how We feel. Ye want a
change, and somewhat livelIer life,
Iron County register., 1890-01-23
WORK AND SONG.

M close little kitchen she worked all day,
While the birGs sang shrill Oh the budding
trees,
And the bright earth called her to come away
And follow the track OF the laughing breeze.
She could not answer the bright earth's calls.
With lowly duties her days were filled,
And her life was bounded by kitchen walls.
Yet she sang with a Joy that would not be
stilled.
Through Mays fresh splendors and tender
June,
Through fierce July with it's cruel heat,
She worked on still, while the simple tune
Weled up from her heart unchanged and
sweet.
A man passed by to his daily toll,
And sick of his work and his life was he,
With eyes bent down to the cherries soil
AS though there was never sky to see.
He heard the notes with vacant ear
What did he care for servants song?
Yet day by day rose the cadence clear
Till he caught its Joy as he passed along.
And his heart grew lighter about his work,
And he gained fresh strength for the daily
fight,
And q softened smile in his eyes would lurk
When he heard her song coming home al
night.
And was that all: o Sister mine!
Is it not enough if we help soul?
Must the help be measured by rule and line?
Need fret that we can not know the
whole?
The kitchen lass may have never known
OF the help that came from her daily song,
But the jog OF singing is still her own
And she works 10 music the whole day long.
Margaret G. George, in Good Housekeeping.
Iron County register., 1890-01-23
WHY WOMEN LOSE MONEY.
While shopping They Become Too Mucl
Engrossed with Bargains.

While Shopping They Become Too Much
Engrossed with Bargains.
1t is easy to see that all those hand
some, ,fashionably stamped leather porte
monaies, strapped and clasped beyond
peradventure of mishap, as we'll as the
long, cunningly knitted silken purses,
craftily linked to defy light and honest
fingers alike, are made exclusively for
feminine use. No one ever hears of a
man keeping his money in any thing of
the sort.
Now, those who have taken the
trouble to observe a womans tactics
when shopping are familiar with the
Stereotyped rules she follows, and the
poorest rogue has shrewdness enough to
avoid them when first entering an es-
tablishment.
Get shop-girl to describe how loftily
Indifferent. Ianguid1y disdainful or cold
" neglectful ninety-nine women out of
hundred look when they first step in
off the street. Then they have them
selves well in hand, firm purchase on
parasol and purse, and green clerk
would wonder what on earth ever
brought such dilettanti in to be bored
Before ten steps have been taken,
however, those wary glances have been
ensnared. Bargains boldly set forth on
the center counter fetch a glow of ami
nation into listless faces, and every dig
nified muscle is relaxed as the light of
trade shines like a lamp in either eye.
Here the fray begins. The thrifty
shopper goes hard to work to see how
much stuff she can get for the smallest
amount. Bangs slowly dampen and un-
curl, powder fades as though it had
never collars melt, mitts creep
Iron County register., 1890-01-23
GEOLOGICAL MYSTERIES.
Supposed Origin of Some of the Precious
Stones of COmmerce.

Supposed Origin of Some of the Precious
Stones of Commerce.
Geology has been revelation to man
kind and has told us wonderful things of
the past history of the earth. But
geology has secrets of its own that are
as hidden from comprehension as the
atmosphere of the moon or the belts of
Saturn. Certain things have been done,
says the geologist, through volcanic
action or the agency of fire, and that Is
as near as he can come to 1T. So that,
after all, we see effects, but know little
or nothing of causes. There is a rock
known as amygdaloid, one of the
igneous rocks, which in some of the
gigantic transformations of nature, we
will say in cooling from a melted
state, formed within itself cavities
from the size of a marble or bead to
that of the closed hand. Now, as nat
ure abhors vacuum, she set to work
to fill these cavities, and in doing SO
she used other materials. and these
combinations produced some of what
we call the precious stones of COM
merce." Exactly how this was done we
can not tell, but we see some hint of the
where stalactites and stalagmites
are found. Every student knows that
this is the result of dropping water
which contains carbonate of lime. The
water evaporating leaves a minute par
ticle of lime, which takes something to
itself from the earth or atmosphere, and
in the course of ages bodies are formed
of most remarkable character. In
probably somewhat the same fashion
have these cavities been filled in the
igneous rocks, and then come time and
storms and other agencies-earthqua
perhaps-and the rocks are sent apart,
and out drops a bead or bowlder, and
curious man picks it up, and hammers
and breaks it. and then he puts a polish
on ii by some process more or less ad-
vanced, and 10. he holds in his hand an
agate or an onyx.
Many of the stones used in the arts
have no other origin, and are deposits
of silica, alumina. oxide of iron and
other coloring substances. 1t is the
color or arrangement of colors that
gives the name, and thus we have agate,
onyx, chalcedony, carnelian, sard. chrys-
oprase, sardonyx and others, all mem
bers of the quartz family and all hav-
ing a family resemblance. The agate
has veins of different shades of color in
parallel lines. Sometimes those are
very close together, as many as fifty to
the inch, but this is unusual. When
there are alternate bands of color and
a transparent medium we have the
onyx; but the latter may be obtained by
cutting the stone in different way.
Agates are used chiefly for ornamental
purposes, such as cups, seals, rings,
handles for parasols, swords, table and
mantel ornaments, but the material is
so hard that it can only be worked by
those who have practiced skill. The
onyx was valued by the ancients for it's
application to canoes and intaglios-the
first an object in relief, the latter ''cut
in process; and these objects are still
made. Nature produces some very
strange forms occasionally, and agates
are found with exact resemhlances of
moss and other natural objects and
figures, which are very curious and often
very; aluable.-American Analyst.
Iron County register., 1890-01-23
A Fortune Finds It's Owners.

About fifteen years ago two brothers
named August and Fritz Plocke, shoe
makers by trade, came with a sister, to
Berlin from their native place, Reopen,
near Frankfort on the Oder Their
grandfather or granduncle had emf
grated in the beginning of this century
to England, and thence to the Cape,
where he acquired fortune of several
hundred thousand thalers. After his
death at the Cape, in 1885, his heirs were
advertised for in the papers and the
Plockes advanced their claims. The
Cape Government, however, disputed
the documents, and when conclusive
documents were sent at last declared
that they were superannuated, and that
the inheritance had, therefore, fallen to
the English crown. AT length, how
ever, the Cape Government has ac-
knowledged the claims of the Plockes,
and t is expected that the capital,
amounting to nearly 100000 marks
will be paid them at the beginning of
next year.-London Standard
Iron County register., 1890-01-23
''Two weeks yesterday" groaned Jacob.

"Two weeks yesterday" groaned Jacob.
"She's pretty, ye say?"
"Yes" gritted Jacob through his teeth,
''as flower. But, oh! what was the use
Of my bringing you here, father. L was
selfish fool. Such a journey-you are
tired, take of your coat-let me-oh! am
mad, 1 Think" throwing himself into
chair, and shaking with dry sobs.
"Wherefs she!' said Uncle Aaron.
"At the Bowery Theater."
"Actin'!''
eyes"
"What does she call herselfs"
''Rose Clark
''And-if I go there now 1 would find
her!'' said the old man, slowly.
''You, father!n cried Jacob, jumping up;
| mo, you mustn't go there; no, nor
''My lad" said his father, deliberately,
picking up his hat, I'm a-goin'. I'll find
| the place, never fear; and I'll find her.
''But she Will laugh in your face, father;
you don't know her. She has no more soul
than doll No, you mustn't go there to be
| laughed at by that crew"
I'm a-goin'," said Uncle Aaron, simply
''wait here for me, lad and putting on his
hat, he went out. In extremity any straw
seems plank. Jacob, overwhelmed by his
agony, let him go.
Uncle Aaron. with his straightforward
directness, found the place he was in search
of with qulckness to one strange to the
city, and was soon in front OF the bOX-offce.
Il want a ticket" he said.
THE gallery's good place for seeing,"
said the ticket agent, glancing knowingly at
his country clothes.
NO" said Uncle Aaron, simply; 81 want
a good seat
oh" smiled the man, ''one dollar and
o,o
Uncle Aaron paid his money, took the
ticket, and for the first time in his life was
IN a theater. He took his seat, took up
the programme and waited. No one Of that
crowded house dreamed of the tragic errand
that brought that old mar there. With
difficulty he spelled out the names of the
cast. Edith, daughter of the Squire-Rose
Clark" he read. That's her, must watt
In the course of time she came upon the
stage-Rose Clark. The old man drew his
breath hard and looked at her. Yes, she
was charming, no doubt about that-and
charming not only Y on account of her pretty
| face, but charming with bird-lille sauci-
ness that was piquant to all her hearers.
| The old man looked and listened, studying g
her voice and tricks of gesture; and then,
/ with acunning very foreign to his nature,
| made up his mind that he would win her over
! bya strategem. At the end of the first act he
! turned to a gentleman seated at his left and
| asked: ''Can you tell ne, sir, how body
could get to speak to one Of them there,
afore they leave the theater:'
The young fellow stared, but answered 4:
| ''Oh, yes; go TO the green-room just before
| the last act"
'Whlch be the way there, please?'
'What did you ask! How to get to the
green-room. If you wish 1 will take you
| there. Acquainted:''
MOO" hesitated Uncle Aaron; ''but l
| want to speak to-Rose Clark"
| II see," nodded the young scamp at his
side. ''She is jolly. Merry as a bobolink
| always. Ever see her before:'
Mo- said Uncle Aaron, mot before to-
night"
''rIl introduce you," smiled the young
| f. low; ''wait until the next act is over"
''Thankee,' said Uncle Aaron. simply.
| Towards the close of the play the young G
Iron County register., 1890-01-23
TOO MANY LAWYERS.
Hungry Ones Foment Litigation and Clio,
the Wheels of Justice.

the Wheels of Justice.
In recent address delivered at Chi
cago Judge Walter Q. Gresham declared
| that the standard in his profession was
| not so high as it was twenty-five years
| ago, and that the law drew less and less
| upon the ablest and best men of the ma.
ton. David Dudley Field, lawyer of
equal eminence, asserted not long ago in
an address before the American Bar AS
sociation, that one of the chief reasons
for this change was the undue multiple
cation of lawyers. He cited the fact that
there were 20, 900 lawyers in the United
States against 1000 in Germany and
s, 600 in France, the number in proper
ton to the population being more than
seven times as great as in Germany and
five times as large as in France, as evil
dence that the courts were clogged,
cases strung out Indefinitely and the
whole machinery of justice hampered
and degraded by the scrambles for busi-
ness for three or four times as many
lawyers as are needed.
There is much force in these state
ments by two of the most eminent law
yers of the day. 1t is apparent to all
litigation fomented by hungry lawyers,
and that all necessary legal business
could be done as we'll and much more
rapidly with one-half of the bar growing
crops or making cloth and machinery.
1t is equally clear that the tendency of
this scramble for a livelihood is to make
the law less attractive to men of the
highest abilities and to lower the stand
ing of the profession. For the interests
of the public and of good lawyers as
well, there should be persistent effort
on the part of law-making bodies to SIM
plify the methods of the courts and in
crease the efficiency. If cases could be
finally disposed OF in half the time now
required, tho saving to the public would
be enormous, hundreds of pettifoggers
would be driven out of the business and
the legal profession would gain greatly
in the respect and confidence of the pub
lic.-Cleyeland Leader.
Iron County register., 1890-01-23
GETTING INTO PRINT.
Remarkable Story Told of Popular
BROOKLYN Writer.

Brooklyn Writer.
A New York publisher, or rather a
gentleman editorially connected with
publishing firm in New York, told, re-
Gently, this story about a popular
contributor to the magazines. He, with
his partners, was seated in their private
| office one day about six years ago, when
! gentleman entered. He was in great
distress and after some hesitation said
! in words something like these: ''It is
with much embarrassment that have
| come to you. 1 have an excuse,
however, that I hope you will &C
cept My daughter is young, beau
tiful and talented girl. She is nv
only child, and she is motherless. T
have spoiled and petted her, and con-
TESS her violent temper has given me
great unhappiness, since it greatly af-
fects her health. She is now lying des-
perately i'll at my residence in Brook
lyn with a fever that we fear
will terminate fatally. This fever was
brought on by excessive rage, grief and
disappointment because you have re-
jected her manuscript. She refused to
eat when she received the news of its
failure to please you, indulged in tears
and cries, and finally worked herself in
to a delirium. 1t is impossible for me
or her nurses or her physicians to con-
troll her. She says she will take neither
food nor medicine and will die if she
can not see her story in print, and as she
has always done what she threatened to
do, believe that / shall lose my daugh-
ter if you do not relent and accept it,"
The poor fellow was overwhelmed
with modification after this confession,
but managed to stammer out that he
was a rich man and would be willing to
pay the editors hands omely if they
would crafty the whim of his
spoiled child, and, producing the
manuscript. begged them to re-
read it and see whether it did not have
sufficient merit to enable them to print
it without seriously rejecting on their
literary taste. The editors of course,
rejected the bribe, but, being kind
hearted men, and valuing life more
than their readers appreciation, con-
sented, after some discussion, to take
the story, my friend having ascertained
from the girls physicians that the ia
theirs account was absolutely true. He
also learned the result of the intelli-
gence upon the young woman, who at
once took turn for the better rapidly
recovered, and began to write again,
sending her next contribution to the
same publishers, who found it so good
that she is now one of their regular
Comm Cou-
rant.
Iron County register., 1890-01-23
THREE GRAND HYMNS.

Religious Lyrics That stand in the Front
Ranks of Latin Church Poems.
Three hymns stand in the first rank
of Latin church poems, and perhaps of
all religious lyrics: the Dies ire of
Thomas Celano. the !StdbGt Mater of
Giacopone da Todi, and the .Jesn dulcls
N6na0rid of st. Bernard. They have
certainly never been surpassed. The
first is the sublimest, the second the
tenderest. the third the sweetest hymn
of the Middle Ages. The Dies FG is a
Judgment hymn, the !Stabat Mater pas
sion hymn, the Jes" dHtcIs Memorial a
Jesus hymn. All date from the ages of
faith, so called. which built the cathe-
drals, witnessed the crusades. produced
the systems of scholastic philosophy
and theology. and. at q later stage. pre-
pared. through the revival of letters,
the way for Reformation and the higher
modern civilization. The Middle Ages
have passed. and can never be resus-
citated. but what was pure and true and
good in any age is immortal and "a
thing of beauty is JOY forever"
The Dies ire takes its name from its
first two words, Day of Wrath" which
are borrowed from the Bible; namely,
the description of the terrible day of
Judgment in Zephaniah 1:15, Is, accord
ing to the Latin Version of st. Jerome,
which was in universal use in Western
Christendom during the Middle Ages, as
it is still in the Roman Catholic church.
Those words strike the keynote. and
should not be changed in q translation.
The poem is usually traced to Thomas
Of Celano. in Italy, friend and biog-
rapher of st. Francis, of Assist. and
superior of the Fran ciscan converts of
Cologne, Mayence. Worms and Spires.
He died in his native country in the
middle of the thirteenth century. about
A. d. 1860 five years before the birth of
Dante). This pious monk wro5e the
hymn in his lonely cell for his own
edifcation. without dreaming that he
would thereby edify unborn millions in
languages and countries he never heard
of.-S. 5. Times.
"A West Union CIV. Va.) man set fff-
teen snares in his garden. and the first
night caught thirteen rabbits and two
OpOSSumS.
Iron County register., 1890-01-23
CHAPTER ".

Ten years later. 1t is evening. Jacob is
sitting with his head bo we'd in his hands
alone in his home in Charles street, New
York. Suddenly knock comes at the door.
He springs to open it.
"Fathcr. l knew you'd comel 1 knew
you'd come Oh, father, father, father
sobbed out the strong young fellow, broken
y
MY boy-uy boy, I coined as soon as
got your letter. Has-hasn't she come back?''
ssBack,'' flashed jacob, mol l wouldn t
mind so mucl. if it wasn't for our little
Alice. She's left her, father-our little
child! Ohr' groaned the young fellow,
pacing the room in his agony, ''oh, that l
never had seen her! Oh, that"
''Stop, Jacobl Don't say that. Shei your
wife, and your child s mother, and alters that
is something to remember. Tell me-" he said,
laying down his old-fashioned carpet sack
en- a chair, and taking OFF his hat, tell me
low long sence she left ye!'