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Starts in No. 627.

Ingiihtm’s Newest Romance!

A weird phase in the life of Buffalo Bill in the
days when, as a scout at Barrier Post, he un-
earthed the dread mystery of massacre of Col.
Gunnison’s command—not a man Of whom ever
was heard of again! The clue to the search was
in the vague reports of

The Haunted Port—-

—to find which he went forth alone, and fell
into a train of dangers and adventures that
tasked his nerve, skill and endurance to the
utmost. A marvelous aerial bridge over an
otherwise impassable chasm gave access to the
domain or haunt of the

Monarch of the Mountain

 

—a very remarkable character, his only com-
panion a beautiful girl-woman, his supposed
daughter, who “ runs in” every trespasser or
intruder, and that is their end, apparently, for
this mOnarch is a slayer of men, in order to pre-
serve the big secret in his keeping—that of the
Haunted Fort and its treasure-vein. In this
girl Buffalo Bill finds his

Good Genius and Ghostly Guardian

when, passing the bridge, he drops into dangers
he dreamed not of—the rendezvous Of the band
that the Barrier Post commandant was deter-
mined to destroy.

It is not only permeated through and through
with the novel interest Of its novel conditions,
but has for its chief actors numerous noted real
men of the border

Col. Ferris, the Post Commander—
Two Dashing Young Army Officers—
Surgeon Scout, Dr. Frank Powell——

and a bevy of scouts and troopers whose great-
est pleasure is iu the post of danger; while the
two spirited women in the case,

The Colonel’s Lovely Niece—
The Strange Girl of the Mountain—

add two episodes to the story proper that,
eventually, become its chiefest interest.

All readers will, we may safely premise, in-
tensely enjoy the chapter-by-chapter revelations
of this romance—a new leaf in the life record of
the most popular man Of the people —

Buffalo Bill, the Typical American.
“

Matters and Things.

BY W'ILL S. GIDLEY.

DID HIS THINKING TOO LATE.”

AN absent-minded Ohio man sawed off the
limb against which his ladder was resting while
trimming trees the other day, and he now has
plenty of leisure to reflect on the folly Of such
an act. B. He does his reflecting in a hos-
pital. .

SAME OLD SNAKE STORY.

‘f A LOUISIANA man was bitten recently by a
pmsonous snake. The tragic result did not turn
Out exactly as expected, for the snake it was
that died.” —WESIERN PARAGRAPHER.

Haven’t you made a slight mistake in the
locality of your snake story, brother? Thirty
or forty years ago, when this story first started
on its rounds, it was always a Kentucky man
that was bitten and went on about his business
as if nothing had happened while the snake ac—
commodatingly curled up and died. The area
of snake-proof citizens must be enlarging very
rapidly if it takes in the whole stretch of coun—
try from Kentucky to the Gulf of Mexico

 

 

 

ROUGH ON PETER.

“ PETEY BURNS, who has been sojourning for
the past few weeks at the Perth Gold Cure, has
returned to the city and greeted old friends with
his usual smile.” —AMSTERDAM DEMOCRAT.

Guess the Democrat scribe didn’t stop to think
how that paragraph was going to sound. As
Petey’s “ usual smile” usod to be about four fin-
gers of old rye with a dash of hitters in it, he
has either backslidden mighty fast since he re-
turned or he has a first-class case against the
Democrat for libel. That’s the way it looks to
a man up a tree.

 

AN INSURANCE CONUNDRUM.
. “MASSACHUSETTS now has a company that
insures against 103393 by burglars.”
—-DETROIT FREE PRESS.

_Has, eh? Ivell, at first thought that looks
like a good business move, but upon further re-

 

c ion, I would like to inquire how the Burglar
ligsdrance Company is to know whether the
work is done by professionals, or whether a man
does his own burgling and harms the swag out
back of the woodshed where he can dig it up
again after he secures the insurance money? or
has a man got to file the burglar’s afiidant
along with his Own showing the amount taken?
Or must he bring in proof in the shape of one of
the burglar’s ears or a lock of hair secured in
the struggle? Or if neither Of these 13 the cor-
rect modus operandi, how does the blamed
thing work, anyway?

BOOK BORROW ERS.

“ THE first public library was established in
Athens, in the year 540 B. C."—EXCHANGE.

Yes, and I’ll bet a month’s salary that at
least three out of every ten Of the people who
took out books on the first day haven’t brought
them back yet. It does beat all h0w some peo-
ple who borrow a book at a public library _(or
elsewhere, for that matter; I’ve got some drift-
ing around in the community myself) hate to
part with it afterward. The book may be or no
earthly use to them after it is read, but they
hang on to it, just the same; and the _only.way
a man can account for it is to say it’s either
human nature or pure cussedness, and let it go
at that.

 

A SHOPPING ACCIDENT.

BROWN. I understand your wife has met
with an an accident. Was it anything seri-
ous?

ROBINSON. Well, rather. She sprained her
back in the rush at Delaine & Drygoods’s bar—
gain counter last Friday. They were selling
dollar wrappers for 99 cents, and you never saw
any one so disappointed as Mrs. Robinson was
when she was brought home in the ambulance
without securing one.

 

Happy-Go-l_uc_ky Papers.

No Horses Wanted.

DEAR BANNER:—

I don’t know how the rumor started, but some-
how the impression hss gone forth in the com-
munity in which I reside that I am Wildly anXious
to become the owner of a horse. . .

A certain gentleman known as King Richard
111., under the stress of circumstances, once
made the generous offer of his kingdom fora
horse. I do not find it recorded in history that
any one took him up, but if Richard the Three-
times had lived up my way he could have been
accommodated in a hurry. I .

N. B. By “up my way” I mean Pilgrim’s
Corners, Massachusetts. Forgot to mention on
the start that I had moved to New England for
the benefit of my health and my pocket-hook.
Sadeyed fact, I assure you. Haven’t been here
long enough yet to tell which is going to get the
better of it, the New England climate or i; a
fellow has got to be pretty spry to dcdge the
loose hunks of climate they have drifting around
up this way, but I guess I can manage it. all
right after a little practice. in the mean time
perhaps it would be a good plan to go 'on with
my horse story.

Let me see~where was 1? Oh, yes, about that
rumor. I don’t know how it got into circulation
(I hadn’t mentioned or breathed or even thought
Of such a thing myself) but before I had got
fairly settled down and knew where I was at,
so to speak, the residents of Pilgrim’s Corners
and the adjacent territory began bringing equine
wrecks of all sizes, shapes, and previous, as well
as present, conditions around to my place to see
if they (the aforesaid wrecks) suited me.

“ Heard ye wanted to git a boss, mister,” said
the first caller to put in an appearance leading
a dilapidated-looking specimen of horsefiesh, “ so
I’ve brung Dan’l Webster up to let ye look him
over. Git up thar, Dan’l, and show the stranger
yer gait!”

This command was accompanied by a slap on
the side which nearly upset Daniel’s equilibrium
(he was pretty much skin and bones, anyway,
Daniel was), and in attempting to c0mply he
staggered up against a picket-fence, breaking
off a post and jarring three or four pickets loose,
then carromed Off in the other direction and
brought up against the carriage-house with a
shock that nearly started the building from its
foundation. .

I was wondering what damage Daniel and his
owner would do next, when the paroxysm ceased
and the ancient equine stOod before me, trem-
bling violently from the exertion he had gone
through, and with his head a foot or perhaps, at
aliberal estimate, afoot and a half from the
ground.

“ Purty lively on his pins for a boss seventeen
years Old next June, hain’t ye?” said his owner,
with a chuckle. “ I tell ye thar hain’t many
bosses Of his age that kin git up and git with
Dan’l yet. Jest say the WOrd if ye ain’t satisfied,
mister, and I’ll make Dan’l prance around some
more.”

I begged him not to, and then I went on:

“ By the way, Mr.-—”

“ Jones; my name is John Henry J ones—John
Hank everybody calls me, for short—and ye kin
inquire ’round if ye wanter and ye’ll find I never
cheated a man in a horse dicker yet.”

“ Probably not, Mr. Jones; I’ll take your word
for it, anyway; but what I was going to ask was
why you call your horse by the name of Daniel
Webster. It isn’t one that Mr. Webster used to
own, is it?”

“ Course not 1” exclaimed Mr. Jones, in tones
of deep disgust. “ Why, durn it all! Dan’l W'eb-
ster died over forty years ago.”

“Well, what has that got to do with it?” I
asked. “ I am aware of the fact that Daniel
IVebster died in 1852-, but that is no proof that
he never owned that steed of yours, is it?”

“ Didn’t I say this horse was only thirteen
years old next J une?” demanded Jones, indig-
nantly.

“ es, but I didn’t know but you had made a
mistake Of thirty~five or forty years in the fig-
ures. Trifling discrepancies of that sort are
liable to occur, you know, when a man is selling
a horse.” -

“ Not when John Hank Jones is the party that
is doing the selling, they hain’tl And now,
Mister W hat’s-yer-name, if ye don’t want Dan’l
Webster all ye’ve got to do is to say so, and I’ll
take him away and sell him to some one who
knows a good boss when he sees it.”

Gently but firmly I broke the news to Mr.
Jones that I didn’t care for any horse at present
and when I did want one I said I should prob-
ably select one radically different in its make-up
and general appearance frOm the forlorn and
battered wreck now before me, and as soon as
he could get “Dan’l Webster” under motion,
which appeared to be a job of some difficulty,
though he accomplished it at last, he started
homeward, a soured and disappointed man.

I heard afterward that Mr. Jones had vainly
endeavored to make a sale of that horse to every
stranger who had moved into the neighborhood
for the past dozen years, and the animal had
been “jest thirteen years old next June ” all
that time, which would seem to indicate that
this isn’t such a wearing climate after all——
especially on horses. Either that Or Jones is a
reckless and unconscionable li—well, the intelli-
gent reader can finish the sentence himself; I
liVe next neighbor to Jones and I’ve got to be a
little careful what I say.

The next caller with a horse for sale, was J ob-

son. He and his quadruped arrived about an
hour after the departure of the Jones exhibit.
. The horse Jobson wanted to sell was, I should
judge, a twin brother of “ Dan’l Webster,” and
in addition to the usual infirmities of old age,
it evidently had a chronic case of blind staggers
complicated with the heaves.

W hile this valuable beast Was leaning up
against the fence to rest and pulling like a don-
key»engine under full steam, Jobson managed
to inform me between puffs that he had just
heard I was on the lookout for a family horse so
he thought he would come right over and show

 

me his and see if it would suit me. Said he
would warrant the animal to be kind and gentle,
not liable to shy or easily frightened, and Just
the horse for women or children to drive.

I told Jobson I didn’t doubt his word; it was
plainly evident that that animal was past
frightening—about twenty years past It.—but I
wasn’t suffering for a family horse especially of
that kind, just at present, and I guessed It
would be a good plan to wait a car or two and
look around some before I conc uded 'to invest;
and then Jobson and his equine relic drifted
sadly away.

During the next week I put in the most of my
time discouraging people with horses for sale.—
and such horses! Some of them were too skit.
tish and full of tricks to be of any use, to any
one except a circus proprietor, and some were
pretty fair horses, as horses go, With the excep-
tion of a game leg or a blind eye or something
of that sort, but the most of them ought to have
been retired on a pension (of so much hay and
oats per diem, and no work to do) or consigned
to the boneyard long ago. ’

I kept explaining to my callers that I hadn t
thought Of buying a horse, didn’t want one, and
wouldn’t know what to do with one if I had it,
but that made no particular difference. They
kept on coming, a constant and. stead ily-increas-
ing procession of them, each With a more or less
valuable specimen of horseflesh for sale, until
one day a bright idea happened to strike me,
and I straightway emblazoned the followmg no-
tice with red chalk on the smooth side of spine
board and stuck it up in a conSpicuous p081thn
on the front gate-post:

“ WI DON’T WANT TO BUY A HORS‘E!

“@P. S. AND IF I CAN FIND OUT WHO

STARTED THE RUMOR THAT I DID HE WILL

HAVE To PBOWE IT 'OR TAKE THE CONSE-
QUENCEsl

“ W N. B. People With Horses to Sell Will
Please Travel on J”

I am now enjoying a season of comparative
rest, and I probably shall not be called upon to
inspect any more horses for sale, until some
near-sighted horse-owner comes along and runs
by that sign without noticing it; and then I’m
going to turn the dog loose, nail up the front
door, and go down-cellar and stay there till he
takes the hint and his animal and goes away.

Yours retiringly,
NOAH NUFF.

 

letter-pad Papers.

Bowie-Knife Bill.

THE purpose of my visit to Nevada was to look
after a mine in which I had invested all the mo—
ne I had not paid my debts with.

H; was warranted to an out five hundred

dollars a day. When got there I found it
would pan out of me that amount a day to
work it and pan in nothing; so I was just in
the mood to follow a funeral into a dilapidated
frame building not far off, which answered for
a church.
The only difference between the mourners and
me was, I had a coat on. I might have taken it
off and been in funeral garb, but took a second
thou ht and didn’t.

A ong-haired man got up on the platform,
and began his sermon thus-wisely:

My fellow-mourners—the gentleman who in-
habits that box’s name was Bowie-knife Bill.
Ills present address is unknown, but it is to be
hoped that wherever he is the climate is warmer
than it is here, and if he could come back from
that bourn from whence no traveler ever re-
turns any more, he could tell you more about the
diggin’s there than ever I can.

My beloved hearers, this life is very uncer-
tain. You may hold a good hand and along
comes death and trumps the trick with a spade
The deceased gentleman in the pine box with
the trunk-handles on is dead! t was not his
fault. If he could raise up now he would say
that he would bet his earthly pile that no man
alive would give more to live than he would un-
der the circumstances. But circumstances were
against him.

There is no telling any more how soon a man
may go. It won’t do to bet on. The first thing
you know you don’t know nothing. So it was
with him. .

Bowie-knife Bill was one of the most promi-
nent citizens of this gulch, and I know Of no one
who had a better heart, or could hold a better
hand of pasleboards than him.

He was generous to' the last dollar, no matter
how he came by it. I myself have seen him
pan out his last bit Of dust to a poor beggar and
then lick his best friend who Wouldn’t give a
cent.- '

He was as honest as the day is longways, and
if he ever took to overhauling stages it was for
the benefit of his living, and not for pure cussed-
ness.

He didn’t care much for store clothes, and if
he always wore his pants stufl’ed in his boots it
was not for any manifestation of hifalutin’ pride;
and he was just as independent with his hat on
one side of his head as he would have been had
it been straight, which it never was.

If that man had tunneled for something high-
er I have no doubt but that he would be serving
out his time in Congress instead of occupying the
position he does now.

Bill’s religion was hardly of the gilt-edge kind.
It might be compared to an egg which is not en-
tirely all right, but there isn’t one of you here
who Will say that he didn’t know the difference
between right and wrong if he did not take ad-
vantage of it at all times, and treated all his
friends alike—when he was flush, and in that
Inlatter he always seemed inclined to do the white
t ing.

If he did not always walk through life quite
as straight as a rail-fence he did it as Well as he
could, and it wasn’t so much the fault of mind
as it was of matter—his head was all right. It
wasn’t what he had in his head that bothered
him, but what he had in his stomach, for they
sell the meanest whisky under the blufi' there
that ever made a man shoot his head off with a
shotgun to take the taste out of his mouth, as
any of my mournful hearers will testify.

I might be allowed to say that the corpse was
not a professional swearer, and did not aspire to
that distinction, but whenever he wanted to
make a sentence hefty he could put more dashes
in it than any newspaper could print in a week,
and he always discouraged anybody from
Ewearing—especiully if they were swearing at

1m. '
_ He was so polite that if he found it necessary
in the course of human events to lick anybody,
he always asked the fellow’s pardon before he
began, and assisted to carry him home.

He had as man morals stuck about him as
any other man, 8. though they were not in a
very high state Of cultivation, but he could
hold over any man in the game of poker that

on ever expect to see hereafter or henceforth-

y.

He was not a man you could look at and say
that he had no faults, but he abominably de-
spised gay neckties, and wore his shirt six weeks
to keep it out of the Chinese laundry, he so de-'
spised the Chinese.

He was a man of his,,word; if he told you that
he owed you a licking you got it huge.

As for veracity, this man could tell as good a
truth as any one here, although he didn't prac-
tice it to any great extent, and he never told a
lie unless the peculiar force of circumstances de-
manded it, and then he went in with all his might
and made money by it.

I think there was no one who would have said
he was a bad men since Bilger had the temerity
to assert the fact, and the doctor’s bill in the
aggregate amounted to something like four bun-
dred dollars.

He was one of the most industrious men in this
State to Sit and look at other people work; he

 

 

didn’t seem to care how hard the work was, it
never made him tired.
He was not a man Of very regular habits, but

he was the most regular man at his meals that
ever frightened a landlord with his regularity.

He carried his heart on his sleeve, and his re~
volver invariably in his hip-pocket.

He was one of the most peaceable of men when
he wasn’t in a fuss that you ever saw.

He lived as it was convenient to do so, and
died without an enemy or a cent, and: his last
words were:

“ By jing—it’s a higher trump than mine, and
the stakes are yours 1’

If the shaft is ready we will now proceed to
locate him.
PRESERVED POTTs,'P. H. D.

 

Bannereltes.

Now that “the season” is Over for the Wild
West Show, and the Indians, Cowboys, Cossacks
and Rough Riders of Four Continents have

“ Folded their tents like the Arabs,
And as silently stolen away,”

it is but proper to recall the fact that, of the
enormous number of visitors, each and all were
enthusiastic in praise of the exhibition—all voted
it “the most for the money” of any entertain-
ment ever given. Among this vast crowd were
many a notability—Members of the Cabinet,
Army Commanders, Naval Officers, Eminent
Divines, Noted Editors and Authors Foreign
Magnates and Celebrities, and crow s of the
Finest Ladies of the Land—almost all of whom
called at the headquarters tent to shake hands
with the genial Colonel Cody, and bear away
with them the pleasantest of pleasant memories
of the man.

Such exhibitions as this Wild West Show,
managed by such men, can but enhance the pub-
lic admiration for what is American, and instill
in the mind enthusiasm for the higher order of
sports and manly games—for superb horseman-
ship, skill in marksmanship, feats of‘strength;
while the illustrations of Indian life and charac-
ter are so instructive and impressive as to be a
revelation to the visiting mass of men, women
and children who, otherwise never would have
had a correct idea of the American red-man,
who, in truth, has “made his impress on the
centuries.”

The show will reopen next May at its present
site, where all the building; and beautiful
grounds will remain intact. he financial ven-
ture of such an enterprise, of course, is enormous,
but its success warrants Buffalo Bill and his
confreres in making it, yearly, more and more
a credit to themselves personally and a type
of exjhibition of which Americans are justly
prou .

DR. BRENNAN, Catholic School Commissioner
for the Province of Quebec, professor at Laval
University, and one of the ablest practitioners
in Montreal, made a statement in a paper which
he read before the A merican Health Association
—-which was in session in Montreal recently—
that has created a tremendous u roar among
the ladies of that city. The doc or said that
from his medical experience he was in position
to say that in women the habit of tippling IS
far more prevalent and disastrous than is ima-
gined. Within the last four months he had
seen four women, each the mother of several
children and moving in good society, die from
the effect Of chronic alcoholism. Why such a
statement should “ create a tremendous uproar”
we fail to see. It is not in evidence, in this
country at least, that the drinking or Opium
habit is on the increase among women; on the
contrary, we are sure every well-informed phy—
sician will admit that, considering the vast in-
citement to drink by reason of trouble, poverty,
temptation, social excitement, nights at tho~
aters, etc.,etc., the number of women addicted
to the use of strong liquor is amazingly small.
All this hue and cry about this assumed dissi-
pation is simply for effect—to create talk and
peddle scandal; and those who indulge in it
ought to be ashamed of themselves.

Wine of the Wits.

FILIAL GBATITUDE.

“ HAROLD, my boy,” exclaimed the proud, in-
dulgent father, “ I’m glad to see you. How you
have grown.”

The blood mounted to the pale, intellectual
brow of the young man, who had just returned
from college, and his voice trembled.

“ Father," he said, with deep feeling, “ your
handshake is tWenty-five years behind the style.”
——C’hicago Tribune.

SHE. JUST \VANTED TO KNOW.

THE PROFESSOR (enthusiastically)—“ Ah, Miss
Nomer! astronomy is a grand study. LOOk
now, for instance, at Orion; yonder is Mars;
over there is Jupiter; and that beautiful star is
Sirius.”

Miss Nomer (deeply interested)—“Oh, pro-
fessor! How wonderful! But, tell me, how did
you astronomers ever find out the names of all
those stars ?”—Answers.

KNEW THE OLD MAN.

IN Life there is a picture of an old gentleman
addressing his son, who is ciphering on a slate.
The father save:

“ Shacob, v’at vasityou study?”

“ Reading,‘writing and ’rithmetic.”

“ Can you tell me vct vus two and two?”

“ Six.”

“ Sixl No, dat is mt ri ht.”

“ I know; but I was afra d you would beat me
down.” -

No FRILLS FOR' HIM.

WAITER (atfifashlmable restauranl)—“ What
would the gentleman like to take?"

Farmer (on his first visit to the capital)—
“ What is there ?”

Waiter—~“ We lavcpotage printaniere a la
J ulienne, fricandeiu de veau avec croquettes de
pommes de terre, iissole de hoeuf.”

Farmer—“ Indesdl Then you can bring me
a plate of sometth that comes nearest to roast
pork.”—— Pears-011': IVeckly .

 

 

 

A TEST.

YOUNG Mr. Bimingham was in the habit of
visiting his sweatheart ever evening of the
week and twice an Sunday. n hislast call he
said, with a great deal of tenderness in his
VOice:

“ Mabel!”

“ Yes, Georg.”

“ Do you thhk, dearest, that absence makes
the heart grow louder?”

“ Perhaps it does, love,” replied the maiden.
“ You might remain away one evening and
let us test it,”—l‘itlsburg Chronicle» Telegraph,

Too won FOR THE ERENchAN.

THE Fremhman asked an English sparmaker
what he wav making.

“ A yard" was the reply.

“ How mich have you got done i" was the next
question.

“ A yard”

“ w hen did the spar come from 1”

“ The yird.”

And tie Frenchman was very much sur-
prised a. the lucidity Of the answers, and
amazed at the simplicity of our language.—
LeisureHours.

PROOF ENOUGH.

PRO‘. SQUIGGs—“Yes, we are in need of a
commnder of our exploring expedition to the
Nortllll’ole.”fl ‘

Mr ever inch— ‘ I’ll take the oh and ua -
any to discover the North Pole.”j g r

pr. Squiggs—“ That’s a broad assertion.
Reuembcr the fate of the illustrious men that
attmpted this feat.”

1r. Neverfiinch—“ I’ll do It, professor—I’ll do
it lr bust.”

Brof. Squiggs—“Who are you an we i”

Mr. Neverflinch—“ I’m the nian ythaty found

 

be pocket in his wife’s dress the first whack."-
impress Gazette.

Correspondenls’ Column.

This column is open to all correspondents.
In[quiries answered as fully and as romptly as
circumstances will permit. Contri utions not
entered as “declined” ma be considered ao-
ceDted. No MSS. return unless stamps are
inclosedJ

' : “A Don’t-Get-Thar;” “The Sher-
iffgegtgggge Visitor;” “ Was It a Mistake!”
“ Andy Brady’s Aunt;” “ Hoping Against
Hope;” “A Chinaman’s View of . t;” ‘Thg
Blue Grass Doctor,” etc.; “ Sending the Newt”
“A Political Pull ;” “ A Specimen Brick;
“ Brought to Bay ;" “ Lynching the Judge.”

L. A. W. The author’s address is Manhattan,
Kansas.

AGENT. See what is said to ABNER P. I.., in
this column.

OUTSIDER. You must put in your application
and then wait. ‘
THRAOE. Answered about wedding cards re-

cently. See No. 023.
WAGGONER. Try any of the so-called liter—
ary “syndicates.” They pay well.
JANE B. D. Use the cucumber soap.
probably correct the skin roughness.
EBERs. Being a “ citizen” here you cannot
be made to serve in the German Army.

KING JOHN. You cannot sell the property.
You’re not of age. You are yet a minor.

SILAS R. The best single work, in our opin-
ion, is Green’s “ History of the English People.”

No. 110. If the electric appliance really is so
practicable, hold fast to the patent. It may be
your fortune.

MRS. E. D. B. The name of the author Of the

m, “ Curfew must not ring to-night,” is Rosa
firtwick Thorpe.

J. D. K. The battle of the Big Horn in which
Custer and his command were massacred occur-
red June 25th, 1876.

ROMAN. By “ hammered ” gold or silver, is
meant any gold or silver that has a surface cov-
vered thickly with little marks or dents, made
by heating it with a hammer.

RUTH W. The discrepancy between ages is
too great, it seems to an outside observer. Un-
less there is some very ur ent reason for such a
marriage, the woman oug t not to “ think seri-
ously of it.”

WHARTON. Buffalo Bill’s troupe does not go
into winter quarters; it dissolves—the Indians
going back to their reservations and the cav-
alrymen of the several nations returning to
their regiments.

HOSPITAL STEWARD. If you took the disease
in the hospital it gives you no special claim for
loss of time and wages. All servitors in hospi-
tals take their own risk—physicians, nurses, at-
tendants and servants alike.

DOCTOR D. B. Being in Minneapolis you
might confer with Dr. Frank Powell. at La
Crosse. As he has had much army service, he
can give all required information in regard to
the application. You will find it no easy matter
to get on the surgeon army list,we opine.

ETTA T. If you have read the “Pioneer!”
you have read number four of the Leather
Stocking Tales, by James Fenimore Cooper.
These tales are written an series. and should be
read in the following order: “ The Deenlayer,"
“ The Pathfinder,” " The Last of the Mohlcanl, ’
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ARNER P. L. The bond is not a “ tyrannous
imposition.” It is merely a protcctlon against
y6ur possible betrayal of trust. If you were the
employer instead of the employee, you would
justify it, for then you would fully apprehend
its importance, both in protecting the print-i al
and in holding the subordinatetoastrlct is-
charge of duty.

T. KING. We know of no Fort Barrier as
constituting a U. S. military poet in the What.
In Colonel lngruham’s new serial he uses the
name “ Barrier Post,” as the locale of the drama
but we are not aware that it is, or was, a real
post.-—Don’t think Capt. Charles King is now in
this country. His family reside in Switzerland
and he does most of his work there. Send your
communication to him through the Bar
publishers. They will properly forwnr it.

DOCTOR J. D. E. The capital stock Of the
Pennsylvania R. R. is $128,744,000, while that of
the N. Y. Central is but $89,408,000. Both are
dividend paying and their stock is distributed
very widely among the people,~ who have invest-
ed in the stocks for income purposes. The num-
berof these investors in both roads is over 50,000;
therefore it is not true that “ our best railways
are in the hands of a few individuals.“ A deal of
inaccurate and false information about our rail-
ways is prevalent.

SUB. The type-setting machines can hardly
be here described. Indeed, no description would
inform you properly, the machine and its whole
operation being so complicate. The fact that
its use is being steadily increased—that it now is
finding its way to the country offices, proves
that it has “ come to stay ;” and, as in the big
paper Offices,iit:alread y has seriOuslyaflected the
compositor’s calling, the natural result will be to
greatly reduce the number of type-setters and to
cheapen the cost Of paper and book work. Can-
not say what the unions are going to do about it.
They have, as yet, taken no action. '

ROCHESTER ADAM. The Erie Canal is 3.50
miles long from Buffaloto Albany, and 345 miles
to the Hudson River at Troy. From Buffalo to
Montezuma it is fed from the waters of Lake
Erie, and from thence to Albany from \a in us
sources, natural and artificial. The average
length of the navigation season is 215 days. The
Erie Canal has 72 looks, 110 feet long by 18 feet
wide. admitting boats only 901.; feet long, draw-
ing 0% feet of water, and carrying about 240
tons. The lockage lift of the 72 looks is about
 feet. The canal receives water from Lake
Erie and from the AdirOndack and the Mohawk
water-sheds.

EDMUND L. 8. Do not use warm water upon
your face and hunds in winter; it is apt to make
them chup. Use cold water, and wipe them
very dry. If you wish to use warm water, do
it at night, then rinse in cold water, wipe the
skin perfectly dry, and then moisten with a
little glycerme and rose-water. There has never
been u more excellent remedy lchntcd for cur-
ing and preventing chaps on the bonds and face
then the simple one of rose-water and g! ccrlnu
mixed in equal proportions. 'I‘cn cents worth
Will last a on time. Keep it in a bottle on
your wasbstan . Rub it on the skin once or
twice a day.

DANDY JIM. The variation of ourdeer (ccrrus)
species include the common American (or Vir-
ginia) Fallow door, the American Elk, Canada
Stag or VVapita, Caribou, Moose and Plain An-
telope. The toebnck is an English-Scotch species
not found here. The Chamois is only found in
the mountains of Central and Southern Europe.
The Gazelle is an Asian animal; the Springbok
an African. The Reindeer is only found in
Northern Europe and Asia. The Musk-ox of our
Arctic regions is not a deer, but a connectin
link (of the boom”) family) between the ox and
sheep species. It is not found in Greenland at
all—a very singular fact—but on our extreme
north coast and the islands beyond.

M RS. AIDA. “Telepathy,” as we understand
it,.menns a communication between mind and
mind othervvise than through the known chan-
nels of the senses. The phenomena are not alo
lied to hypnotism or spiritualism, and are in no
senso supernatural, on the contrary they are
wholly natural,” only very obscure as to their
mental or:gin.-—Yes, we have heard about the
making OVer of noses, but really know nothing
about it. Certain parties, we see, are advertis-
ing to make any malformed nose shapely, turn
a pug ’ into a Grecian, etc., but you must take
the res nsibility on ourself, so far as looking
to us or adv1ce. O harm, Of course, to in-

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