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THE INDIAN SENTINEL.
VOLUME 9.
TAHLEQUAH, INDIAN TERRITORY, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 2!>, 1808.
NUMBER 29.
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-BEVERY.
. -W, -rn BM through ihe
t ' ■ ^ 1/lf leafless forest
K \l Tho wild winds
' '' ■ZtfT rudely sweep;
When snow Is on the meadow,
Where tlie violets lie asleep:
When outward, drifting, drifting,
The Old Year goes forlorn.
In the mystic hour of midnight
The glad New Ye r is horn.
I^ast night I watched In sadness,
.The panstng of the yeat.
For It bore from me a record
That cost me many a tear.
But a gentle voice has whispered
That the past I must forget;
Nor waste this preclour season
In uselexs, vain regret.
O! the coming of the New Year
Fills my soul with thoughts sublime,
Precious seem the golden momenta
Onward home by fleeting time;
And a spirit stirs within nie.
I'rglng me to nobler ntrlfe.
With an earnest, brave endeavor.
For a brighter, better life.
And with grateful heart and lowly,
I thank the Power Supreme,
Who extends my days In mercy
That the past I may redeem;
For Ills !ov;ng hand that kfcps me.
For Ills voice thut speaks to me.
For ine opening of the New Year—
Though Its close I may not see
—Gracla South worth, In Western Rural.
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KMO.NS? Well!
where't your
1 money for'em?"
«A l) e 1 Tappan
spoke sha.rply
"The thin, wizened little face across the
counter tcok on on anxious look.
"Mother, she couldn't send the
money. She soys if you'll pleuse to
charge- "
"Charge!—charge! I'm sick o' that
turn vor, ran Jej! venr rja Vou •; r«
skipper right home arnt tell her now
When >h" wants leuions 1 ealc'late she's
got to pay for 'em same as other folks
does."
Little .lot McKie's clumsy shoes
shuttled half wny to the door, hen
f liufiled resolutely back to the counter
aguiu.
"They'rt for Love, you know," he
said, courageously. "An' Love's Bick.
She's hurt iu her back, an' she says Ihe
water don't taste good. She's set on
having some lemonade. At*' mother
says if you'll trust her, Mister Tap-
pa n—"
"Ain't I trusted her since 'way back
most to flood titue, JV like to know?
Ain't her page in my iedfjer chock full
<' trusting* this minute? When she's
settled that page up, raebbe I'll begin
ever again a trusting hn nichbe so.
But not till; so you needn't stand there
waiting for lemon*. Might's well go
right a Iong home, sonny."
Hut Love's pinched, white little face
pleaded with .lot. ami Love's restless
little fingers tugged at his heart
sirino* Poor Love I and the water
didn't tnste good. If there was just a
squeeze of lemon juice in it! I'luck up
courage. Jot—one more trial! For
Love, you know—for Love!
"I'll do chores to pay for 'em, an'
you needn't only let me have one. Mis-
ter Tappan. The water tastes bad, an'
Love's set on having a squeeze of lemon
I'll carry it right home an' hurry buck
an' do chores. I'll cotne quick as—as—"
"As your ma pays her bills— jist about
ufc quick us that," laughed Abel Tappan,
roughly. "I don't know's I'm suffering
for chores this time o' night. I guess
Dove, or Love, or whatever her name
is, '11 have to drink water a spell longer.
Your ma can put some vinegar in to
liven It up, with a sprinkling o'sngnr.
I useter drink that with a relish when I
was a little shuver. You've got to pay
for lemons if you want 'em outo' this
store. I've trusted you and trusted you
till I'm sick of it."
Little Jot drew up his stunted figure
in injured dignity. The very freckles
on his face rudiated scorn
"Keep your old lemons!" becried. his
voice quavering unsteadily. "We don't
want 'em! (0. poor little thirsty Love!)
I guess we ain't beggars! I guess we
mean to pay our bills! Mother'd got
the money most all saved up, but Love
got worse an' she had to have the doc-
tor an' lots of medicines."
He took long, manly strides toward
the door, his indignant voice trailing
after him. Mrs. Drusilkt Wyncoop, just
catering, ran into him, and her ample
figure and the flapping folds of her
shawl quite engulfed the little scurry-
ing shape.
"Land of liberty!" she cried, cheer-
ily, "who's this running over me just's
if I didn't amount to anything! 0. you
Jotham? Well, I guess I'll have to get
niy life insured! Good evening, Abel.
I thought maybe you wouldn't mind if
I dropped in to settle up my account.
To-morrow's New Year, and I couldn't
sleep a wink to-night, up to my ears in
debt."
Abel Tappan beamed at her over the
counter. He hunted up a chair for her
and put it near the stove.
"I guess 'twouldh't be more than up
to your elbows, Mis' Wyncoop," he
jaughed, jovially. "Not deep enough
to keep you awake. But I knew you'd
be in to-night, just as well's I knew I
should eat my supper. I told Becky.
1 says: 'Mis' WyncoopH be in to pay
her bill to-night, you see if she ain't,
Becky,' says 1—set down here by the
lire, do—and here you are! Well, all
i*>. I with there were more like you in
I the world! Those shiftless McKies,
now—that little scamp of a Jot's been
in trying to get trusted again, but I've
struck! I guess it'sabout time, too."
He got down his big book from the
high corner desk and spread it open ou
the counter, turning the pages labori-
ously. Abel Tappan was his own book-
keeper and had his ow n peculiar fash-
ion of "keeping" the great, leather-
covered book—a fashion that would
have first puzzled, then floored the dap-
per, precise graduate of a commercial
college. But it sufficed for Abel Tap-
pan very well.
"Forty-two. forty-three, forty-four,
forty-five — Wyncoop; that's your
page," he said. "And I declare if Page
•tG ain't the McKie page, right across
from yours. I'd forgot that. Twenty-
nine— twenty-nine dollars and eighty-
thre cents. There you are. Mis' Wyn-
coop! You better reckon it up yourself
and make sure it's all right We're all
as liable to mistakes as the sparks that
fly upward."
He tilted up and down on his toes,
mildly incredulous of any possible er
ror in his reckoning, while Drusilla
Wyncoop went over the columns from
the top downward. Iler lips chippered
audibly over the tusk.
"Yes; that's just right. Abel, and I'm
only thankful it isn't any more. Lord
of liberty! who'd believe nutmegs an'
pepper 'n' salt would cost 'most $30!"
Her eyes rested on Page 4G. still lying
open on the counter. Her own page, op-
posite, looked almost empty in compari-
son.
From top to bottom and from s.ul to
side. Page 40 was full of minute, un-
steady words, traced with cramped
painstaking and flanked by a relentless
column of figures.
"What a pageful!" she exclaimed
"You don't soy the McKies owe the
whole of that ? Land of liberty! I don't
see how they get a wink of sleep, and
New Year right on the verge, too! I
couldn't."
"I guess it don't keep them awak*
any. Shiftless folks can sleep with their
heads under water."
Mr. Tappan's voice, loud with scorn,
echoed back from the high rafters.
Mrs. Wyncoop shook her head re-
monstratingly. The words issued a lit-
tle twisrted out of shape by the fat
shawl pin between her lips:
"O. no. no, Abel; you shan't call them
shiftless. I don't know about Jerome
over the snow. Eleven—quarter past
—half-post—how close they were, al-
most touching hands!
A litt' voice roused Abel Tappan by
and by—Becky'#—but he had never
heard Becky's voice from such a dis-
tance before. lie seized the lamp and
hurried upstairs, w here he and his little
beloved, motherless Becky and o!d
Nance lived.
The child was tossing on her bed. fret-
ting plaintively. Her little face, in the
lamp's feeble glimmer, looked unduly
flushed and thin.
"My back aches so!" she whimpered.
Becky's back ached so! Becky's lit-
tle straight—no, O! Lord have mercy,
it was crooked! 1* bowed out pitifully
against the little white sheets. Becky'*
face was sharp w ith pain.
Abel Tappan shuddered from head to
foot. The lamp shook in his hand un-
safely. Through the blur on hisglasses
the little tossing head on the pillow
seemed strangely far away from him
Whs it his little, plump, rollicking, dan-
cing Becky—his straight Becky he had
been so proud of always?
"I'm so thirsty in my 'hioat.'"
moaned the little crooked P'—Vy or the
bed.
He bent down unsteadily . nti '
her. His heart broke in the kit*
"Daddy'll fetch you a drink right c*',"
he faltered.
But she thrust away the glass he
brought her.
"It don't taste good—take it away,
daddy. I'm so thirsty in my throat!"
"Yes. yes; daddy'll go get some nice
fresh water, right out of the well. You
wait, Becky."
Becky lifted up her small, tangly
head and gazed up at him reproach
fully.
"Take it away, daddy," she cried
"Put lemon in—it don't taste good. I
wont a squeeze o' lemon in, an' sugar.
I'm so thirsty!"
Abel Tappan's grizzled head bowed it-
self beside the child's.
"Yes, yes; daddy'll fetch a lemon
right nwav and make it taste good."
he mumbled in an agony of grief,
against her cheek. "Daddy'll see to it
all nice."
Back in the store again, he could
find no lemons, though he searched and
researched with dogged insistence.
Where could they be? There had been
plenty of them, over there on the sec-
ond, right-hand shelf. in a row.
He moved boxes and cans, he cleared
whole shelves with a sweep of his arm.
Becky's little wail sounded on. unceas-
ing, in his ears. Tie must find them! He
•, > I
'/WWe*L
"WISHER A HAPPY NEW YEAH. DADDY!"
McKie, but his wife aiii't. She's a real
devoted woman, and works dreadful
hard. Hay be she don't know how to
make the mom, spend as well's she
might, but that ain't shiftlecsness. And
I never saw a tenderer hearted mother
than she is to that little sick girl o(
hers. I guess she humors her to pieces.
Poor little thing!"
Al>el Tappan stirred uneasily. A rcw
of golden lemons on the shelf looked it
him with silent reproach. "The water
don't taste good," a boy's eager voicc
said in his ear.
"She looks like your little grand-
daughter. too." Mrs. Wyncoop went on,
driving the shawlpin home with in
trepid aim—"everybody noticed it. Be-
fore she fell downstairs and crooked
her bock the teacher—she boarded with
me then—said you could hardly tel'
those two children apart when they
were together. She used to get 'em all
mixed up at school. Same colored hair,
with the some kinks in it, and their eye*
just alike, and even their littie dimp'es
matching! The littie McKie girl was
fat and well then, like your Becky."
The lemons blinked their yellow eye*
reproachfully. Mr. Tappan strode be-
hind the counter and swept them, with
a succession of clatters, into the monev
d rawer, out of sight. He was mentally
reviewing the items of Page 46. lie
knew them by heart. How many, many
of thera were little unpretending lux-
uries that a little, peevish, sick child
might crave! How few of them—her-
rings now and then, and salt codfish
or oatmeal—were necessaries! It had
nettled him over and over again to
think of it, but now, somehow, It
touched him against his will.
Yes. (), yes. he knew they used to say
the little McKie girl—Love. Dove, what
was her name?—looked like Becky
nis Becky! His little round, roly poly,
happy Becky!
After Mrs. Wyncoop's departure Ab*!
Tappan took the big brown ledger back
to the corner desk still open. Doggedly
he turned the pages and went to work
With quick steps the little New Year
was hurrying to meet the Old Year.
Hit light footsteps made no creaking
could not go back to Becky without
them. The yellow labels on some of
the bottles mocked him and led him on
to unavailing hopes. The dim lights
twinkled their eyes and jeered ut him.
A merry party going past outside
shouted and sung, and he shook his
tight fist toward them angrily. Wheie
could the lemons be? he asked himself
over and over iu dull wonder. If he had
only remembered to look in the money
till!
"I'll go down to the Forks—they'll
have 'em at Denby's," he muttered.
"It's a good mile, but I don't care if it's
30! I don't care if I have to wake up the
seven sleepers, neither!"
But how long it took to find his great
coat and get into it! He tried to hurry.
Heavy weights seemed to hang to his
limbs and drag them back with dia-
bolical persistence. Would his arms
ever go into the sleeves? Was it go-
ing to take till crack o' doom to get
his hat on his head ? Big drops of sw eat
scurried down the seams of his hag-
gard cheeks. He set his teeth dog-
gedly.
If the lemons in the money drawer
had only jogged against the door of
iiis memory!
"I'll find one—big one—steal one—
anything!" he cried aloud.
liurk! was that the little voice, muf-
fled by the folds of the thick comforter,
still calling to him? Was it growing
clearer, nearer?
"Wisher Happy New Year, daddy."
Why, it was Becky said it herself,
standing in the murky doorway?
Becky! Her voice shrilled out to him,
triumphant and sweet.
Abel sprang forward in sudden hor-
ror and caught her in his arms. Her
little nightgown fell away from her
bare toes, and he felt the chill of them
against his wrists.
"Happy New Year," he repeated, me-
chanically, af -r her. lie was hugging
the little cold feet fiercely to his breast,
and burying his face in the tousled hair.
It was Becky — Becky — and her
cheeks, against his, felt round and
warm. And she sat on his arm as
straight and strong as a little ramrod!
I Then he had been asleep. Mi had bad
1 a terrible dreum. Thank (iod. he was
j awake now! He carried Becky back
upstairs, feeling cverVMep as he went,
; with slow cure. Then he tucked her
I into bed umoug blank* ts and quilts, and
I kissed her.
! His lamp was flickering out. and he
got another and curried it down stairs
The big book on the high corner desk
lay open nt page 46—
What!
Abel Tuppon could hardly believe his
eyes. lit1 took eff his glasses and
rubbed them on the lining of his coat
But when he put them on again, he
could still see two wavy, criss-cross
lines meandering from corner to corner
of | ige 40.
Mrs. Wyncoop's p je, opposite, was
clean and uncrossed
"Well, now, who'd 've believed it!'
he laujhed, in loud delight. His heart
felt )itrht and glad* "l <!i«i It myself
instead o' crossing out Mis' Wyncoop's!
And it can stay, too* It'll remind tin
that 1 ain't going to press that poo?
McKie woman a mit —not a mite not
if she can't ever pi up. She's got .•
poor little spindlin . crooked-backed
girl, and the Lord knows that's enough
affliction. That'smoi -'n I could stand '
With careful painstaking, he retraced
the slanting lines, ' pen spluttering
tiny flecks of Ink " 4'n his intent face
"There!" he breathed softly, "1 guest-
they're black enough to remind me if I
ain't stone blind! Now I'll turnover a
new leaf."
At the top of the clean, new page h
wrote, in his small, unsteady letters
the word "Lemons."
"I'll send Becky over with 'em first
thing in the morning- -if I can find 'em."
he added, laughing Lriln. Then he
slapped his thigh in a sudden spnsm of
recollection.
"Why, bless your heart! they're in
the money drawer this minute, holding
their sides, like as not. I raked 'em all
in to get 'em out o' my sight."
A sleigh load of belated revellers was
crunching past. Tin ir gay voices ranp
out. and their lauglu chimed in pleus
untly with his.
He hurried to the door, unlocked it
nnd shouted after them at the top of
his voice, little Becky's "Wisher ITappv
New Year!"— Anr.le Hamilton Donnell
in Country (icntlerann.
ANOTHER NLW YEAR.
Arc llrrkonrd by Inward Signs—Olo
Only ns Oar Growth In Mnnl> and
\\ oniunly Virtue Would Show.
A modern author suggests that if all
record end measurement of time by
hours and daw* ervutri I*
abandoned, we should gradually adopt
a newer and truer sta^drrrd. and count
our age by inward rather than out-
ward signs.
If, by transformation of mental habit
this introspective reckoning could sud
denly be brought to bear, in what new
aspect should we see ourselves nnd
our friends. How old would many
seem who are yet in the vigor of youth
and how .youthful many whose brows
are wrinkled and crowned with silver
hair. We might not wholly separate
time and growth, but we should mens
tire time for mortals as we do for trees
by the indications of growth.
Who does not know the difference
who looks back and sees how the life-
less years of his past lie half forgotten
while the life of the vital years has pow
t r still to set every pulse athrob? These
years count, the others are ciphers. We
are as old as their grand vitality
inwrought into experience and ripened
into character has made us. We are
as old as our thoughts are high und
deep; as old as our love is wide and
warm; ns old, and only as old, no mat-
ter how many our years, as our growth
in manly and womanly virtue would
show. The brain may have absorbed
facts and theories and philosophies
about goodness and the real self b*
learning the alphabet of God's lesson
of obedience and trust.
These being the natural food of the
soul, its real growth depends on the
soul's power of assimilating what ha*
been prepared by a Divine hand for
its nurture. Yet on no amount of
thought about obedience, or love, or
goodness will the hungering human
nature thrive. No careful analysis of
foods will build up the wasting tissues
or give new strength to the growing
body, only that which enters into the
life becomes part of fiber, and blood,
and bone.--Washington Home Maga<
zine.
HOW Kills km:w.
Mrs. Cobwigger—How do you know
your hiibband kept the resolution he
made you last year to give up smoking?
Mrs. Hillaire—I've the best of proof
I made him a present of a box of ci-
gars and he husn't touched one of them
the whole year.—N. Y. World.
Getting Ilendy for New Year's liny.
Quizzer—What are you putting cot-
ton in your ears for?
Wise—Don't want to be deafened by
the sound of broken pledges to-mor-
row.—N. Y. Journal.
HEK1U SANA 8ANCTA.
The Creation of the Justly Celebrat-
ed Havana Cigar.
SompthlniK About Aitierlen'a Acquisi-
tion In Ihr Vuella Abajo—Obser-
vation* on the Tobacco
Culture of Cuba.
{Special KliiRiton (Jamaica) letter 1
Did the lute war with Spain have
no other result than the opening
of the great Havana cigar industry
to American enterprise, this should
alone prove ample compensation
for the financial sacrifices, involved
Mut it so happens thnt it is only one in
a long profession of advantages to ac-
crue from American control of Cuba,
and for that reason its individual sig-
nificance is apt to be obscured. A
brief descriptive sketch of the industry
may therefore be found of timely in-
terest—th more so, !f based, as is the
following, ou exact information derived
from experts.
Tobacco grows all ever Cuba, as also
in Borneo. Jamaica, Java and other
quarters of the globe. But in only one
cpot in ull the world does the genuine
leaf grow from which the famous "Ha-
vana" cigar eau be made. This s|>ot is
the Yueltu Abajo, or the prt ""e o#
Pinar del Bio. vest of Havana KuiU
the uboriginal inouoilanls recogu. «>d
this superiority, and long before the
close of the sixteenth century the Con-
qtlistndores of Velasquez had estab-
lished the tobacco industry which has
latterly gained such magnitude. But
it was not until the middle of the
eighteenth century that the govern-
ment established a royal factory, and
This is the basis of the arbitrary
qualities of tobacco of which one hears
so much and can ascertain so littlo
about, although it is of course in the
cigar factory that the distinction is de-
veloped to its ultimate conclusion. But
the veguero encounters ether nnd far
more ordinarily appreciable cures in
the maturing of his crop. His i<t no
ideal existence, but one of incessant
toil and warfare with inimical powers,
the most notable of which nre the in-
sect pests that threaten his work at
every stage.
All trials and chances of cultivation
overcome--of which we have here but
a suggestive outline—the raw product
is divided Into four great classes, e
having its subdivisions. These classes
of tobacco are the "desecho limpio," tlie
choicest leaves from the top of the
plant; the "d est'eh i to," or second
stratum of leaves: the "libra," the
small, inferior leaves from the top, and
the "injuriado," or leaves from the
ground layers. The manufacturers of
'the richest laces do not handle their
delicate fabrics with more gentle care
than docs the veguero his "desecho"
and "desechito" when making them up
into "gavillus" for shipment to the Ha-
vana factories. There is nu unvarying
uniformity in the making up of the
"tercios," or bales, for shipment, w hich
is itself no unimportant branch of the
business, and when tinully neatly cased
up in palm leaves the bales weigh from
100 to 125 pounus and nre conveyed to
the factories by mule caravans.
So much for the simon pure raw mv
terial. Let us now consider the proc-
ess of converting it into oui familiar
fr*yd, the incomparable "Havana."
All told, the "fabricas" of Huvana ex-
ceed 200 iu number, many of which
make an average annual output of from
15,000,000 to 30,000,000 cigars, while the
less pretentious grade oft to modes/
HI
SCENE IN A HAVANA CIO Alt FACTORY
'he systematic development of the hundreds of thousands.
Yuelta Abajo was commenced; nnd yet
another half century elapsed before ihe
removal of the government monopoly
gave a real Impetus to the industry.
Development then became rapid despite
the handicap of characteristic Spanish
restrictions, until In 1890 the Vuelta I
crop valued $30,000,000.
The general character of tobacco soil
is arenaceous and the temperature
moist; the chemical secret of Yuelta
Abajo is, however, one of the unsolved
mysteries of nature. "It is so because it
is so." The technique of cultivation re-
quires the "vega" (or farm) to comprise
but one "cnbulleriu" of 33 acres; but of
late yeurs economical concentration has
been udopted by combining two or more
pluntnt'oufc. Bananas are grown for
the double purpose of screening the
young plants and feeding the workers,
this fruit being their chief sustenance.
Each veg: must have its own establish-
inc nt, no sj. ■ "in of cooperative cent ral-
ization being practicable, us in sugar
cultivation. The hands are mostly poor
whites and mulattoel, who can engage
in this form of manual labor in that
As thit ap-
plies only to the bona fide Havana*"
of commerce, the r- dei may form some
idea of the magnitude of the Curn to-
bacco industry as a whole
Taking any average good factory for
oar observations, we see ine bale con-
taining our specimen cigar opened iu
a room on the ground floor, the arrange-
ment of which as to light, temperature,
etc.. is carefully adjusted on well-de-
fined principles. And here the leaves
are separated and sorted with a rapidi-
ty little calculated to indicate the con-
summate skill really employed. In
the moistening-room, whither they are
next taken, they are carefully layered
in large wooden vats containing n solu-
tion of saltpeter, where they remnin
some hours. The next stage is the pre
ing process, which has been reduced to
a line art only equal to that of unfolding
the leaf again und detaching the stem
- which Ik the succeeding operation.
The unfolded and desiemrued leaves
are now finally separated according to
classes Into "oapas" nnd "tripas" (the
wrappers and fillings for cigars), which
is done by workmen seated at large ta-
bles down the middle of an immense
room, and under the eye of experts
called "escojedores," one of whom pre-
sides nt each table. Around the sides
cf this room are ranged numerous small
tables, which are occupied by the cigar-
makers proper, or the "torcedores."
These take caps and fillings by the
handfuls as needed from the large cen-
tral tables, and with a celerity that is
astonishing to the uninitiated specta-
tor seem to conjure finished cigars -;ut
of the litter of coffee-colored strips and
rags before them
It is really quite difficult to follow
this process. Our torcedor spreads a
strip of "caps" before him and flashes
a ^learning knife about it. The eye—
ours, at least—cannot follow the move-
ment. but almost instantly, with no oth-
I er measurement than that of the eye,
he has carved the leaf with mathemat-
ical exactness. Then with equal preci-
sion and swiftness he grubs the neces-
sary amount of filling from the pile,
a TOBACCO CARAVAN. places it on the capa and rolls the cigar
.ropical land because most of the work iuto shape. The whole process is one
is done in the cool hours or under shel- ! «>f "Hey, presto!—Your cigar, senor."
tcr, and at night. I It is more than mere expert work—it
Apait from the secret of the soil, is positive jugglery, because for all his
which ii: beyond humancognizanccand i infinite celerity his cigars never vary
contro'. the most important "mystery" a fraction in size or weight, accord-
in the cultivation of Havana tobacco ing to the class he u ay be making,
is the veguoro's art—or rather instmi - I Born instinct as well as experience is
live knack—how to regulate during the i necessary for his work, which is second
growth of each plant the exact quanti only to that of the escojedor He is not,
ty and quality of its ultimute proruct therefore, overpaid at five dollars a day
It is claimed to be a hereditary gift that any more than is the escojedorat seven,
no acquired skill can rival; and th** ex-! whilst the subordinates at the large
perience of foreigners has invunably tables earn from three to four dollars.
corrobora«ed the claim. A certain in- Our "havana" is uow made—and we
■if
telligect and moneyed American spent
20 years in endeavoring to acquire the
irt; and when the insurrection ruined
ind dr>ve him out he was no nearer the
foal, but still depended on native em-
ploj'es. -It appears to bean extrac rdi-
tiary development of the faculties of
feeling as though the fingers possessed
tome superphysical delicacy, il* it
what ft may the practical resul* ap-
plies tr« ihe limitation of buds wi.lch
regulates the height of the plant and
Ihe trimming necessary to produce just
precisely such nnd such quulity as well
will enjoy it all the more for having wit-
nessed its creatiou from the green leaf
ir. the vega to the fingers of the cour-
teous torcedor. But we must not smoke
it yet. To get the full flavor we should
allow it to mature through the sorting-
room, where we next witness its cias-
silicutloh, counting in aud doing up
into a bundle of 25. to be boxed tinder
one of *he numerous brands known to
the trade. t. p. porter.
First Coal Fields Were Bituminous.
The first coul fields discovered in
is quantity of leaves uniformly on the America were the bituminous oues at
BURMESE MEDICAL SKILL.
in Cnallsh W rlter Mays It Is of s Very*
Low Order with Hut Few
Ksceptlons.
The Burmese pharmacopoeia as a
A-hole is a subject for laughter and
lears; but there is no gainsaying the
fact that It includes a few medicines for
inch diseases as jungle fever and dys-
entery which, if used by the light of
sommon sense, and not by that of as-
trological calculation, ore productive of
excellent results. 1 have heard an Eng-
lish M. 1). speak highly of one simplo
decoction prepared by a Burmese drug-
gist for use in eases of dysentery. It
was, if I remember rightly, mad*? from
the thick rind of the mangosteen, und
my medical fricmi had found it suffi-
ciently efficacious to recommend in his
nwn practice. However deplorable
may be the character of Burmese inter-
nal treatment, we find more than a lit-
tle skill displayed in dealing with
wounds, sores, and other external
troubles.
I recall a ease in which an Knglisli-
speakiug Bur man, much above the av-
erage in intelligence nud education,
roused the ire of his employers by usk-
ing for n month's leave to be treated
by a Maul main doctor. The n. *.n was
suffering from badly Inflamed eyes, and
the treatment given him for some two
months ns an out-patient nt the Ban-
goon hospital had produced no bene-
ficial effect. He was offered leave to
Calcutta that he might place himself
in the competent hands of a specialist
there, and earnestly advised not to trust
his eyes to a "native quack." He was
not to be moved, however, and eventual-
ly got his own way. In five weeks he
was back ut his desk, w ithout his green
shade and with his eyes completely
cured. It is worth ndding thnt he wore
tinted glasses for six months by the
advice of that Maulmnn drug doctor,
who must have been a man of some
breadth of mind n well as a clever herb-
alist. Much skill is often shown in the
treatment of the obstinate boils and ul-
cers to which European* are naturally
more liable than notives of the country.
I have never known a pure !r r^pear
to seek the advice of a Bur1 - c drug-
gist for such, but the half-caste does sn
frequently, and a wharf "tally clerk"
once told me he would go to nobody else
when he suffered thus. It is due to him
to say that his confidence was justified
by results, even if the drug doctor did
Vs-gin the dlugnosis by inquiring the
date und hour of his birth. Maternal in*
fiuence and nominal fees are no doubt
the predisposing causes of the poor
half-caste's preference for native ad
Vice In the first fniiaftce.—Chamber'*
Journal.
MOUNT LOWE SEARCHLIGHT.
Its llrlRbt llnys Cover n Distance of
About tine Hundred and
Fifty MUM.
All European travelers will recall
w ith pleasure the charming effects ol -
tninctl ut the mountain resorts iu
Switzerland by turning flashlights ol
colored rays on neur by mountuin cas-
cade*. At the summit of Mount Lowe
in California, this idea, is applied on o
scale nnd under atmospheric conditions
never before available. The gigantic
searchlight, which was placed on the
op of the Liberal Arts building, wrai
one of the well-remembered sights ol
the world's fair. As its rays were pro
jected up to the nortihward on the pass-
ing steamer or on the merry crowds
of the "Midway," it constituted an un
failing source of comment nnd awak-
ened endless curiosity, but it is doubt-
ful if the inventor of that nppliane*
himself hn<l any idea of the latent pos-
sibilities of his instrument under condi-
tions such as obtain at the summit ol
Mount Lowe.
Until this great searchlight was es
tablished in its present location iti
powers could not be brought out on
account of its location so near the gen
rral level of the surrounding country.
Here, however, it is so located that it*
rays can be seen for 150 miles out on
the ocean, and the most distant moun-
tain peaks can be made visible. Tht
beam of light is so powerful that it*
full sweep illuminates the peaks ol
mountains, w hich are hundreds of milei
apart.
It is of 3,000,000-candle power and
stands on a wooden base, built in octa-
gon form, which has a diameter ol
about eight feet. The searchlight itsell
t-tands about 1 l,fcet high, and its total
weight is 0,000 pound*, yet it is so per
fectly mounted and balanced that a
child can move it in any direction.
The reflecting lens is 3% inches thick
at the edges and one one-sixteenth ol
an inch thick nt the center, and weight
about 800 pounds. The metal ring in
w hicli the lens Is mounted weighs about
700 pounds, the total weight of lens
ring und cover being ubout 1.00C
pounds. Tills great mirror is mounted
at one end of a big drum, the outeren4
of which is furnished with a door, con
stating of a narrow metal rim, in which
ure fixed a number of plate glass strip!
five-sixteenths of an inch thick nnd sii
inches wide.—Electrical tteview.
Curious Discovery In iHasliounlnnd
Much interest has been arousec
among numismatists by news just re
reived from Khodesia respecting th!
discovery of ancient Venetian coins ii
proximity to one of the Mashonalanc
rivers. The coins in question have, it
the meantime, been sent down to Natal
and submitted to expert scrutiny ai
Pieternuiritzburg. with the result thai
easts of the originals are to be sent ob
to London. The coin* have been, de-
clared to be medals struck at Venic«
between 1570 and 1577 A. I). On ont
Rule is the figure of St. Mark, with the
inscription: "This dukedom be thine
0 Christ, and the giver be Thine;''
while ou the reverse side are thre#
figures, two in a kneeling position, tht
other upright, with a halo, on whlct
the inscription- is: "The Doge Aloyt
Mocenlgo. first magistrate of Venice.*
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