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‘ A nnlon between Chin* and Japanil this tin* FOtfid force the wholeworld topnton the thinking cap.

Russia has the most rapidly increas-ing population of any country in theworld. The growth during the lasthundred years hss been a fraction lessthan 1,000,000 annually, g

Murder seems to be decreasing InPrance, simply from the foot that it isnot a paying industry. Statistics fromPsrls show that for tweuty-one mur-ders tho perpetrators only averaged

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Xando* loses more Inhabitants byBre every year than Paris or Berlintogether. The London firemen saveon an average about 100 liVes everyjeat.

A recent writer saya regarding the

notorious maelstrom that the inhabi-tants of the Lo/odens are not in theleast afraid of it, bnt fish right in tbsmiddle of it

Everything points to a continuanceof our excellent export trade in beefeattle, with England, onr best buyer,requiring greeter numbers each year,notes tbs American Agriculturist.

! Sweden has its Klondike, with asimilar forbidding climate. The dis-covery in the northern part of the stateof new gold fields is announced. At(he Bommeiinsel there is already anEnglish company with nearly 100minus.

Tho 79,000,000 pounds of tea im-ported into the Unitad States in tenmonths had an avenge value of only13 cents per pound, fahat a lot of

refuse stuff there must bo considcr-lui ” .age price farmers areoh ly over the retail counter,si I New England Homo-i I

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f>t hope to enter. He propho-J*rain of the country unless thq

of ®°My ww overthrown.M*retirement ofUuRev. Dr. John• f'oa Hu active pastorate of the

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BIDE YOUR TIME. •

7°n The man of hope and energy.Wamffiw !.iiTr° n?’ W*o keop.s one go .1 In Bight,To labor and |io|?ii2!}lare *ro ° TVw..?0 ®1’ ",s woy wlth oonstanoy,

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Ptuae alts ‘k® hlrk - Aud bows not to defeat.A pinnacle 0' Oo onward, though your path may 110

Ho who would te., Through calumny and slime.•fflye on ondhfde hilß°kl,orthonoo

' Tb” w °y wl" ,>rl K tltn by and by;wkjto on oua bldo bU time. Oo on and bide your tlmo.And when tho light at last Is o’er,

The toll at last is done;When standing on life's farther short

Bsaoath her setting sun;Beyond tho future’s unbarred gate.The bells of hearen chime;And Justice, lore and glory wait

For him who bides his time.—J. A. Edgerton, In Atlanta Constitution.

|m ABIGAIL TOMS FlNANmllJlgk! * Uy ANNA. PIERPONT BIVITEK.

A ROUEBITEf v Creol was just theV |V g loreliest, sweetestST W debutanteTof tho sen-

lOrf. non. and before thokli tfv entk s^lo PTOVO( 1

a Jtf the most fortunate,for she carried off

. Unrho Van Esson, who was oonoed-[d the prize of tho year. Margueritetad done this, too, without having atingle entanglement with any pf the

entangling but undesirablefbnng men who haunt tho fairy foot-iteps of all debutantes.Mr, and Mrs. Van Ebson were "attome’’ to their friends on Mondays, in

charming house, fnrnishod with ex-quisite taste. Although Mrs. VonEssen little of housekeeping,ier housekeeper and butler know animazing amount, and so her house-hold affairs ran mnoh more smoothlynd comfortably thou did those of hernore knowing neighbors, for in house-keeping, os well os in litany other mai-lers, it is not what one knows, bntvhot one does not know which makeslife worth living.

Into this Elysium came one dayMiss Abigail Van Esson, with a smallIrunk, o judicial air, a hundred thou-iand dollars, and sixty years to bob'sredit, Mr. Van Essen hod preparedins wife for tho coming of his aunt.

“You will love her, I know, Rose-bud," ho said. “She was always aw-fully good to me when I spent my va-cations with her. Bho is rather—ah,rather—well, rather close about mon-ey matters, and you may think someof her financial arrangements a littlepeculiar; bftfc try not to mind them,tor my sake, love, and you will get on,I’m sure."

And he kissed the pretty, wistfulfaced turned up to him, and vowed tohltpself Aunt Abigail, who was a doorold girl in spite of her peculiarities,would love his flower before sheknew it.

And Aunt Abigail did.One might fancy there could bo no

sympathy between a song bird and avery domestic hen, but after oil thereis. A choice morsel is of equal inter-est to each, anti neither wants to besought by a hawk. Everyone knowsa oomm6n love or a common hatred is* bond between women, and as thosewomen both thought Mr. Van Essenthe one man Jof tiro universe and allether men shadows, they got on verywell indeed.

Mrs. Van Esson had never lookedvery sharply after tho money mattersof her household. Her husband gaveirer a monthly allowance, and when herbills ran over It he paid tho difference.Bhe used to wonder what she wouldSo if they came within tho allowance,but ns such a thing had never beenknown tho question did not interesther greatly.

In a journal devoted to women sheenco read a story of a wife who savedher every spare dime and dollar forfifteen years, nud then, when her hus-band failed in business, delighted andamazed him by producing $20,000.the tale had m%de a deep impressionUpon Marguerite, and she thought nlittle of doing tho same, but she couldaot help telling tho story to Mr. VanEsson, and his comment on it hadcompletely npset her faith forever af-ter in tho woman’s journal as a guideIn financial affairs. He had cried, dis-gustedly:

a rosebush, pouring out their veryhearts iu soug, they are keeping asharp lookout for their dinners, nsmany a flitting moth could testify.

Marguerite very soon learned thatit was not safe to leave money whereMiss Abigail could find it. Hho no-ticed <t was never taken from herpurse or cash drawer, but a straydime or a dollar never failed to van-ish if it wero left alone in Aunt Abi-gail’s company. At first she wasaghast at her discovery.

"How can she?” she would say overand over to herself. “Such a church-woman, too, and so good to met Ilove her in spite of it."

It was hard to keep her discoveryto herself, but she remembered theodd look Mr. Van Essen had givenher when ho had asked her to lovehis old annty, and overlook her pe-culiarities in mouey matters for hissake.

"Of course ho knows she’s n klep-tomaniac,” Marguerite thought, “andwas too generous and loving to say so.Well, lean be generous, too.”

Then she comforted herself withtho reflection that Aunt Abigail wasgoing back to Vermont soon, and hadmade a will in Charlie’s favor.

One dreadful thought haunted andworried her. "Suppose some dayAunt Abigail takes something fromsomeone else? What could I do?”No detective over shadowed a suspectmore vigilantly than Marguerite didAunt Abigail.

"Come, Marguerite," exclaimedMiss Abigail, the morning of the dayshe was to leave, “don’t keep Charliestanding there saying good-by anylonger) lam going to take you downto tho jeweler’s and let you choose adiamond as bright as your eyes tohelp you remember your old aunty,”

"Oh, how lovely,” cried the delight-ed Marguerite, while Mr. Van Essenadded his enthusiastic thanks, ex-claiming, as ho drew on his gloves:

“But don’t, Aunt Abigail, pray don’tlet her go into a glove store 1 I hap-pened to look into her account booklast night, and find she has been buy-ing unnumbered pairs of gloves. Iactually believe half tjio money I havegiven her for household expenses hasgone for gloves this month.”

Marguerite flushed, then laughedsaucily:

"We’ll buy what we want, won’t we,aunty?”

A little pang shot through her,"How I must watch the dear old

thing!" she thought. “It would betoo dreadful if she should—”

But the thought was not formulated.It really was too dreadful.

Onoe at the jeweler’s, it was hardwork to watch Aunt Abigail as. trayafter tray of tho glittering stones wasplaced before them, and she becamemore and more absorbed in choosinga pin.

Suddenly she noticed a puzzled lookoomo into the face of the clerk whowas waiting on them, and ho begancarefully counting the pins in tho traybefore him. It seemed for a momentas if her heart stopped beating, andshe turned first scarlet and then dead-ly white as she saw him shove thotray hastily into a case, and callinganother olerk, asked him to finish thesale.

"Why, what’s the matter, dearie?”asked Miss Abigail. “Yon look as ifyou had seen a ghost.”

“Oh, auntie,” cried Margnerite,softly, under her breath, “someonehas taken a pin! If they would onlyput it book quick before tho otherclerk gets hero it might not be foundout. Oh, auntie, I shall diet Whatshall wo do? If they find tho pin onanyone it will bo an everlasting dis-grace; and they will be sure to searchus, auntie—they will bo sure to searchus!”

The imploring violet eyes raised toMiss Abigail ought to have molted thoheart of tho stoniest criminal, but sheonly whispered back, while a suddencolor flamed up in her own fadedcheeks and.her tooth shut hard:

“1 guess they won’t find it on"mo,and I ain’t going to be searchedneither.”

“Oh, auntie, dear auntie,” bogged awhispering voice, “do—do be quick!”

“What does tho child mean?” echoedtho old lady, under [her breath, whilethe clerk,seeing the evident fright nudworry in tho faces before him, beganregarding them with startled suspicion.-What ’’

But before she could go further Mr,Park, ouo of tho proprietors, comeforward, quietly saying:

“Como this woy, ladies, please!”Tho two followed him to his private

office, and once there, tho younger oneraised a quivering face to his, saying:

“May I speak with you a momententirely alone, please? And will youtelephone Mr. Charles Van Essen tocome here at once?”

“With pleasure,” was tho polite re-sponse. “James," turning to a clerk,“telephone Mr. Von Esson. And nowwill you come here, Mrs. Van Esson?”

Tho two disappeared before MissAbigail’s bewildered eyes into an inneroffice.

“For mercy’s soke!” ejaculated thathorrified lady. “ft can’t bo! Itjust can’t bo little Marguerite wouldtake that pin I”

Then the sonnd of a pleading voicecame to her through the door, thathad not quite latched:

“I am perfectly willing to pay for itif yon only won’t nrosonutn'"

"Oooanessl" sighed the aghastlistener.

“Kleptomaniac—she can’t help tak-ing little things,” drifted through thedoor.

“Horriblel too horrible!” oom-jnented Miss Abigail. j

“Great Csesarl No wonder the manfailed, with $30,000 dead capital in thohoasol Why, if she had given it tohim to 'pnt in his business, or placedIt at interest, they might have beenmillionaires I”

Aunt Abigail soon thought she dis-covered that Marguerite bad as muohidea of the parohasiug power of a dol-lar when expended for groceries as theflower for which she was named.Moreover, her distrust of the butlerwas only equaled by Marguerite’sconfidence in him,

“Why, I’ve never seen hiuj giveher any change yeti” thought the oldlady indignantly. And she nevernad, for tho butler kept a book iuwhich all moneys received and ex-peudefl wore carefully entered. “I’llsave hpr what money I con while I’mhere, anyway,” the old lady thought.

After that, “Lot mo go to market—I’d so enjoy going ont early in themorning!" became a frequent request;and Marguerite would obediently or-der tho carriage and market basketsat what seevted to her unholy hoursof the day.

As she did not want Aunt Abigailto bo restricted in her buying, sheusually gave her twice as muohmoney as she would have given thebutler.

At first when Aunt Abigail re-turned from market Marguerite ex-pected change, bnt this was never re-turned,

“Of course it is only smallamounts,*’ Marguerite worried, “andof course she might forget to returnit sometimes; but I con’t understandhow she can always forget.”

Before Miss Abigail had .boon ather nephew's long she noticed Mar-

, '"•t- Handling as

Id’s lone morning,ie, Including both Charlie gaveic UtspatoiKw, re- sy. She justio

l ln"’ ha< buen '"i and stuck

VU"e ,u*S’.“,’£tfl puolioatton In *

wii| n „voripaolala, supple- 0,

,noverlepstohi'e of tho i pocket it my-o tbo readers of ‘

t thorough, com- . .service over pro- RC wont theiswepapor. Sub- )a ny with tho

‘e of market

*4iu? Marguerite did miss that flve-JjjflUflLbilLAmLmorcover she knew ex-

“Don’t hel” cried the horrified butloving aunt, outside, “Then be nevershall!” Without hesitation she openedthe door and rushed in.

“Here, Mr. Storekeeper I” shecried; “don’t say another word aboutthat diamond. I’m perfectly willingto pay for it. Just make out youxbill, and I’ll glvo you a check. There,there, Margie, pottyl Auntie knowsit’ll never happen again; aad don’tyou cry so, dearie!"—for Marguerite,when Aunt Abigail offered to pay forthe missing gem, gave a little cry ofdismay and began sobbing violently.

The proprietor looked in puzzledsurprise from one Indy .to tho other.Certainly Miss Abigail was the moststraightforward thief he had everseen; hut before ho could aooept heroffer MK Van Essen walked in,

"Don’t tell him a word, Margue-rite!” implored Aunt Abigail,

“Why, what’s the matter?" ho de-manded. "Whathave you boon cry-ing for, my darling?”

“Oh, Charlie! it was—it was—-*And poor innocent Marguerite lookedas if she were going to cry again,

“It was about the pin I wanted togive her,” answered Miss Abigail,serenely. 4 ‘She couldn’t decidewhichone to take, and so we sent for yon.”

“After all she must be an old of-fender,” thought the indignant mer-chant; “I’ve a mind not to let heioff so easily. ”

“I don’t see what you are doing inhero," persisted Mr. Van Essen. “Ican’t understand yet why Margueriteshould be crying about it.”

"Give it to hipi,” interposed theproprietor, politely. “I believe youhave it, Miss Von Essen,”

“Me!” exclaimed Miss Abigail,sharply, “You mean Mrs. Van Essen.Give him tho diamond, pet, and leihim see itl Auntie is going to pay forit, you know,” she added, soothingly,with a significant look at the pro-priotor.

“I havon-’t tho diamond!” cried thestartled Marguerite.

"You haven’t it!" echoed Miss Abi-gail. “Then what made you say so?”

“Me?” almost screamed Marguerite."Mo-1 say I hod it!”

“Well, if you haven’t it, who has?”demanded tho now argused Miss Abi-gail. "I heard you say you . had it.You said you were a kleptomaniac!"

“Tho douce, Aunt Abigail!” criedtho bewildered Mr. Van Essen. “Whatdoes this all mean?”

“I’m sure I don’t know,” answeredMiss Abigail, all her coolnods leavinghor when she discovered Margueriteeither was not the thief she had con-fessed herself or was so hardened shenow meant to deny it entirely. "I’msure I don’t know. Ask him.”

It was evidently useless to questionMarguerite, who sat staring at MissAbigail in anguished entreaty, mur-muring feebly, "Oh, aunty, do—dotell—please do! It will be much hot-ter!” and similar disconnected sent-iences.

Mr. Van Essen turned sternly tothe proprietor.

“Do I understand you accuse oneof these ladies of ”

•

“Oh, Charlie, don’t blame her!”interrupted Aunt Abigail. “She isso youngl"

Thou Marguerite, flinging herselfinto Mr, Van Essen’s arms, ex-claimed; i

“You knew she was a kleptomaniac,Charlie! Why—why did you let hercome bore tp-day?”

“Know who was a kleptomaniac?”interposed Mr. Van Essen.

“Aunt Abigail, of course!” sobbedMarguerite, clinging to him. “Yousaid she was peculiar about moneymatters, and I found she only took uvery little—just market monoy and nfew hills—and I didn’t care, Charlie.I chorged it to new gloves every timein tho account, and ”

Hero Miss Abigail hastily pulledan envelope from her pocket, ejacu-lating;

“Merciful Heaven! I do believetho child thinks I stole from her!Read that, Charlie. I meant to giveit to her when I loft to-night."

Mr. Van Essen, too bewildered t<fask questions, read slowly, aloud;

"My Dear Nloco; Aunt Abigail has beena little worried over tho loose way Inwhloh you trust that butlor and maid. 1know you won't believe It, but here Isforty dollars I have picked up around thehouso and got la change at market. To It1 have put forty dollars more. With ItI want yon to buy something pretty andkeep It whoro you oau aheays see It, as alittlereminder to bo more careful of your

‘small change. Lovingly,"Aunt Abigail."

“Oh, auntie!” cried Margnerite,rushing to her, “then yon aren’t akleptomaniac, after all!”

Before Miss Abigail could reply aclerk entered hastily, and said to Mr.Park:

"Here is that lost diamond, sir, IIwas caught on a pendant pin the la-dies were lopking at, and was put Intoanother tray where I just discoveredit.”

•The quartet in 'the room gazed ateach other a moment, and then Mr.Van Eason, who had been lookingas black as a thundercloud, burst ouilaughing.

“Do you know,” ho [cried, “this iithe Ist of April, and if there is a big-ger set of fools, or at least a worse-fooled set, in the city, I should liketo see them! Auut Abigail, yon andMarguerite kiss and make up, and wewill all go home.”

"Yes,” replied the forgiving aunt,“that’s what we’ll do, Marguerite,There’s no denying wo are a pair ofApril fools, but nobody can say weain’t honest ones.”—Mod’s Monthly.

Patriotism ami Religion Her I’asslons.Mrs. Barah Stanley Gray died a!

Lawrence, Kansas, last month, at theago of ninety-five years, after a some-what remarkable life. She rode onhorseback in 1829, with her husband,from Hagerstown, Md., to WesternOljio, and they settled in the wilds,where they brought up five sons andfour daughters. Both of Mrs. Gray’egrandfathers and her father had foughtin tho Revolutionary War. She hadtwo rules of life—patriotism and re-ligion. When tho Civil War began allof her sons and the husbands of threeof her daughters wont to the front. Iiit is said that as long as she kepihouse, subsequent to 1829, not a poundof butcher’s meat was served at heitable, tho gun bringing down all thefamily wanted.—Now York Sun,

“f*nnturliiff n Jury.** •

“Pasturing a jury” is the legalstyle of caring for twelve good menand true in a village in Greer County,Oklahoma. Funds being short, thecourt, house was built minus a juryroom, so when the jurors retire tomake up a verdict tho bailiff takesI l.ulrt iL. - ! -1 H -

lot, steps out of hearing distance, andprotects them from corruptionistswith a shotgun.

Locomotives For Europe.

American locomotive builders haverecently hooked orders for fifty-eight

'HOME FOR OLD HORSES.tn.lUatlon at Acton. England, When

A|ed Equine. Arc OiMd For.Lacky. id thd horse, who, in his de-

fining days, becomes a pensioner atthe Home of Best for Horses at Ac-ton, England. This invaluable insti-tution is a hospital, as well as analmshouse for decayed members ofthe equine race, and in considerationof the nominal sum of half a crown aweek the cabman, ooster or humblegreengrocer who produces a subscrib-er’s letter maytfbend his overworkedsteed to this haven of refuge, whereit will receive all the attention neces-sary to fit it lor service once more.

Donkeys are admitted free, but,strange to say, only three or four ofthese patient quadrupeds have beeninmates during the past Seven years,and in this connection Mr, Davia, themanager of the home, declares, to aLondon Mail reporter, that in Lon-don the donkey is being supplantedby Russian ponies, which are broughtelver in large numbers, and, beingsold for a few pounds each, are ingreat demand with the coster class,who appreciate the fire and dash ofthe four-footed aliens.

A loose box is provided for eachinmate at Acton, and as they becomeaware of the arrival of visitors thirtyor forty horses thrust their headsthrough the doors of their abodes andregard us with polite curiosity. Woare first introduced to an' old horsebelonging to a lady who, in return forhis faithful services, scut him herefor the remainder of his life. Thenwo come to Dolly, a cab horse, whopresents a pair of stout heels to theintruding bipeds. Dolly is down fora rest, and, though her owner aversthat she behaves admirably when atwork, her conduct here has beenfar from lady-like—in fact, at an earlystage of her visit she kicked off two ofher shoes with snob violence that oneof her attendants had a narrow escapefrom injury, A fishmonger’s pony,who hasseen twenty-seven summers,is also resting. He has been here be-fore, and is no doubt envious of thoseof his companions who are permanentresidents.

The army is represented by an oldblock charger, rejoicing in tho nameof “Bones,” who is said to have takenpart in the fight at Tel-el-Kebir, andcertainly walked beside the Queen’scarriage in the Jubilee procession of1887, bearing on his back a stalwartguardsman. "Bones” owes his goodfortune to the kindness of a lady ar-tist who, having frequently used himas a model in his service days, pur-chased him at the end of his martialcareer, and provided him with hispresent homo.

Cfrre of the Llp,In cold weather many women ne-

glect this important feature, allowingtheir lips to become cracked, swollenor discolored. Perfect lips shouldlook soft and healthy, but not too red..Sitting too much by the fire and ne-glecting outdoor exercise arc fatal tothe beauty of the lips.

For pale lips the remedy lies instrong iron tonics, plenty of milk andoutdoor exercise. A generous dietaad care of the general health willbring hack the color.

Cosmetics will eventually ruin thesoftness and texture of any lips.

Never tub them with strong scent,vinegar or lemon. Avoid friction andbiting of tho lips. This only thickensand swells them.

Children should ho taught tho follyof twisting their lips, and of stretch-ing the mouth open at the corners.

Women who wear veils should bocapful that their lips do not becomemoist from the breath condensed ontho veils. Raise the veil occasionally,and dab the lips dry with a soft cam-bric handkerchief. For cracked lips,boro-glycerin rubbed in several timesa day is good. Pure glycerin will drythe skin* too much.

There are many harmless and heal-ing salves that can bo used on thelips. Llko all other remedies, someare more suitable to one kind of lipsthan to others. Dry lips want somekind of remedy, while very moist lipsrequire quite another kind of treat-ment. Avery nice ointment for tholips can be made of five parts of oliveoil to one part of pure white wax,which must be heated over the fire ina porcelain-lined pan. A low dropsof tincture of benzoin can bo nddedjifwished.

Here is another excellent solve ftrtho same purpose: Oil of sweetalmonds, seven draohms; fine whitewax, three draohms; cacao butter, onedrachm; orchanet, two drachma.These must all be stirred and mixedtogether over the fire, then strainedand skimmed, and perfumed with alittle rose water. The best way tokeep those salves is to put them Intoornamental covered china jars, with api6co of oiled paper over the top ofthe salvo to keep it fresh and clean,—TheHousewife.

Washing tho Pace.There are some misguided persons

who object to washing the face often,especially with soap, thinking this fsan injury to the complexion. Those,however, who have made a specialtyof skin diseases, will soy that no partof tho body needs soap'so much; thatthe face being constantly exposed todust, collects so much that it is notenough to wash it in clear water.They agree that if soap makes thefaceshiny, as so many claim, it only showsthat it is the more needed, and thatthe work of drying after the bath hasnot been properly performed. Theface, however, should not be wet im-mediately before or after going out.[ts most thorough ablutions should beperformed at night before going tobed, and the following method shouldbe observed in tho process: Fill abasin with soft warm water, lather amedium-sized sponge with good soap,and wash carefully. Then take freshwater without soap, and wash againwith the hands, and rub thoroughlywith a Turkish or crash towel untiltho face fs dry and tingling. Thiswill do much towards improving andpreserving the complexion,—The Led-ger,

Tfnoked by a Thumb Mark.An extraordinary example of the

efficacy of the thutnb impressionmethod of identification has happenedin Bengal. Some months ago themanagers of a tea garden in theDooars was brutally murdered, themurderer getting clean away, as thecrimp was not discovered until sometime after its commission. For sometime tho police were at fault until itrummaging ainong'lioihopapgflrot' tfihdeceased, had smudged a Bengal at-las with his thumb. The atlas wasforwarded to the Bureau, where thethumb impressions of criminals arekept, when it was discovered that theimpression of the atlas corresponded.with the thumb recorded of p noted

OUR BUDGET OF HUMORtAUCHTER-PROVOKINC STORIES FOR

COVERS OF FUN.

I Statesman’.Re.pon.e-Wrongfully t)-flned—Easily Answered—tn WheelParlance-The Iteaeon—How II StruckHim- Dangerous Pnetlmea—Look, Etc.“Nay. ask not If the country’s sale,"

He hurriedly repeated.•‘How can I tell until I know

If I have been defeated?”--Washington Star,

Easily Answered.Mr. Cabbage (meeting his friend)-

“Hello, Gargoyle, what’s on foot?”Gargoyle—' 'Corns. ”

Wrongly Defined*Phaste—“l think Jones is cranky."Slow—“How so? You can’t turn

him.”-—Boston Courier.The Reason.

Muriel—“Did Mend marry Chollyflophtly of her own free will?”

Zoe—"No; on account of his fath-er’s."

In Wheel Parlance.Ned—“Your bicycle will only last

for a seoson.”Ted—“Oh, no; it’s good for many

oenturies.”—Boston Courier.Lnck.

Little Girl—“Papa, Dick found ahorseshoe and I found a fonr-leavedclover. Which of us is the luckier?”

Practical Fa—"Dick is. Horse-shoes are worth monoy.”—New YorkWeekly.

Dorn an Artist.Edith—“And so you think Mr.

Beesley is an artist?”Bertha—"l know ho is. Our Fred

was telling Charley that Mr. Beesleyis now painting the town.”—BostonTraveler.

Dangeron. Pastime. ’

“Doctors say that handshaking isunhealthy.

“Is that so? I’ve known for a longtime that shaking one’s fist was some-times awfnlly unhealthy.”—DetroitFree Press.

How It Struck Him.The Milliner—"What did your hus-

band think of that tbirty-dollar hat Imade for yon last week?”

Mrs. Heighfly—“Oh, he just .ravedover it—when I told him the price.”—Chicago Nows.

li*s Just One of Them.Miss Strongraynclo— “Where is there

any great difference between thesexes?”

Oldbaob—“ln a woman’s life thedeclining years are before she reachesthirty.”—New York Journal.

Out of Class.“Society is getting dreadfully

mixed nowadays.”“Yes; isn’t it? People whose

grandfathers made money are havingto associate with those horrible peo-ple who make it themselves.”—Puck.

Itenponqihllltjr.Lawyer— ‘ ‘You’re not responsible for

the conduct of anybody besides your-self, are you?”

Baton—“l think I am.”Lawyer—“Tell ns how.”Baton—“l’m the lender of an or-

chestra,” —Boston Courier.Dinner on the Yukon.

Frostbitten Pete—“What makesyon look so contented?”

Icicle Iko—“I just called AvalancheBill a lily-livered, bull-beaded our,and ho made me eat my words, andit’s the nearest I’ve come to having4 square meal in two months.”—Newfork Journal.'

William the Immortal.“As the immortal William once

said,” remarked Prince Henry," ‘there’s a divinity that shapes ourends, rough how them how we will.”

“Really, now, Heinrich,” said theRaise, ns he overheard tho remark* ofthe Prince, "that is quite clever, butwhen did I say it?”—Cincinnati En-quirer,

Similarity.“Remember,” said the excited man,

‘.‘money talks. I’ll bet seventy-fivecents that I’mright. Money talksI”

And the man with a shaggy silk hatand a chronic expression of disgustedged away from the crowd with theremark, “Yes, oud it’s just like somepeople, The smaller it is the morenoise it tfies to make.”—WashingtonStar.

81. Telltale Trace.,“Never marry a scientific womonl”“Why not?”"When I get home late my wife con

tell next morning with a microscopeand a few chemicals in just what por-tion of the city I’ve spent the night.”

“How the dickens does she dothat?”

“By the mud on my shoes, ”—Oleve-lond Plain Dealer.

On tbe Way,

“You say there is only one train aday from this station?” said the ladyat the ticket office.

"Only one, madame," was the re-ply.

"Is the troin on time?"“No, it is fifty minutes late."“Too bad; I want to get to Poke-

villo the worst way.”“Well, this is tho road you want'to

take.”

A Practical View.The minister, with hia little aon

Charles, was calling on an old parish-ioner, who poured her troubles intohis sympathizing car, ending with theremark, “I’ve had my nose held tothe grindstone for thirty years.”

Charlie, who had beep Unking in-tently at the old lady, instantly re-marked, “Well, it hasn't worn themole on the end of it off yet,”—Har-per’s Bazar.

A Perfect Defense.Magistrate—“You admit yon entered

the house of the prosecuting witnessby the door at 2 o’clock in the morn-ing?”

Prisoner—“Yes, Your Honor."Magistrate—“What business hod

you there at that time of night?”Prisoner—“l thought it was my own

house.”Magistrate—“Then why did you,

when this lady approached, leapthrough the window, jump into thecistern and hide yourself?”

Prisoner—“Your Honor, I thoughtit was my wife.”—Tit-Bits.

Tbf'“ •* “““ h, in Horae, andyet |the most difficult oratorios andsacred music written are rendered insuch a manner as to make one thinkthat Adelina Patti’s high soprano isleading. The choir is composed ofsixty boys. They are trained for thework from the time they get controlof their vocal chords, and some of the

learning to see.Twent/-Ter-01ilGirl, Blind Prom Birth,

Regains Her Sight,

The recent restoration of eight toJuMe Dnplessis, a Parisienne, twentyyaars old, who has been blind sincebirth because of a double cataract, hasdisclosed some phases of the developsment of sight that are arousing greatinterest in the scientific world. Theoperation was performed two weeksago, bnt as yet the young woman hasnot gained complete power of vision.For an hour after the operation shecould see nothing, and when objectsdid begin to take some form she suf-fered great pain in the head, It wassimilar, she said, to that which mightbe caused by striking her eyes. ThisContinued for three days, during mostof which she was obliged to keep hereyes closed, Tn about a week, whenshe could distinguish with much ac-curacy the form of objects, experi-ments were made with her in theirnaming. Depending only upon sight,she would mistake, for instance, a catfor a dog, a pencil for a key and afeather duster for a bunch of chrys-anthemums. Once, too, she waswholly unable to see that a canarywas a bird, when it was held beforeher, but was quick to name it, when ithad been put in a cage. She knew allthese objects by touch. Anotherhighly interesting point was the girl'sappreciation, or lack of appreciation,of distance. In this phase, as indeedin some of the others, the process ofdevelopment was not qnlike that gonethrough by the ordinary infant. Shewould reach for an object placed closeto her face, as though it were severalfeet away, and would, of course, at-tempt to touch objects actually far be-yond reach. While blind she had nodifficulty in walking; now the floorappears to be a steep incline, and shesteps very high. Colors are com-pletely beyond her ken. She pos-sessed a well-developed knowledge ofform and substance even in her blind-ness, but of color, of course, she knewnothing. During the last two weeksshe has made almost no progress inthis respect. It is interesting to notethat a bright color, as, for instance, astrong, brilliant red, is verypainfnl toher,—London Medical Review.

A Ilaro Malady.A most peculiar malady has afflicted

George M. Smith, a carpenter, of Phil-lipsburg, N. J. The man for a yearpast has periodically sweat blood. Heis now recovering from his fourth at-tack.

Dr. 'Mitchell Reese, one of the bestknown practitioners of Warren Coun-ty, is his physician. “The disease,”he said to me, “is known in medicalliterature as purpura hemorrhagica,whioh is not a disease per se, bnt asymptom of some other disease of thesystem, causing debility nml virionsblood changes. The one great pecu-liarity in Mr. Smith's case is that eachof the four attacks has developedwhile ho was enjoying his usual vigor-ons health and pursuing his everybodyoccupation.

“The first symptom of the diseaseis a flushed appearance of the facesimilar to that when a person is.con-tracting a cold. He at this stage com-plains of a feeling of general weakno'ssand considerable muscular soreness.Then blood commences to issue fromthe nose, eyes, gums, tongue and allmucous surfaces of the body. Afterthis the blood will commence to oozefrom the pores of the skin. The lifeof the patient depends upon the stop-page of the loss of blood. I wascalled to his house Friday morningand found the bleeding had com-menced, but not so freely as in thoother attacks. He is about recoveredagain and will likely bo at work asusual again ue xt week.”

Mr. Smith is a particularly temper-ate man in every respect, and thismakes tho case more remarkable, saythe doctors. Purpura hemorrhagica,the medical works say, is more likelyto bo met with among young children,especially girls. It may prove fatalin a few hours if tho hemorrhages arenot stopped in all parts of the body.—New York Herald.

now lie Saved tho Old Uluo-linolc.lu B. F. Beard & Co.’b safe they

keep an old blue-back spelling bookwhich they, use temporarily for put-ting away their checks, papers, etc.,coming in through the day. The othermorning the. News man happened tobe standing by when the bookkeeperwas adjusting the account for theprevious day, and had the book in hishand. Mr. B. P. Beard remarkedthat there was an incident connectedwith that book which he would notsoon forget. Said he: “During thewar the guerrillas were pretty thickaround here, and a man didn’t knowwhen he or his property either weresafe. One day a half dozen or moreof these fellows walked into our storeintent on robbery. Wo then didbusi-ness in the old frame near Johnson'scorner. The leader of the gang walkedin and ordered me to open the safe. Itried to evade him by telling him thatI didn’t have the key; lhatmy brotherhad it and that he was not in. Thisseemed to make matters worse, so hecooked his old carbine, and drew it upand said, ‘lf you don’t open that] safeI’ll blow your head off.’ Well, I con-cluded that it was best to unlock,which I did. They wont into tho safetumbling out papers and everythingon the hunt of money. In the scrim-mage the old blue-back spelling bookrolled out on the floor with SBOO inbills in it. The man didn’t seem tonotice it at all, and while I stood therewatching him pilfer.whatever he couldfind, he turned his head for somethingand I kicked the old blue-back underthe safe and saved SBOO. They gotconsiderable money, but tho old blue-baok escaped, and we intend to holdon to it.’’—Cloverport (Ky.) News.

Couldn’t Refuse It."Hello, Higgles! I haven’t seen

you for an age.”"Morning, Stnplefordl How are

you, anyhow?”“Never felt bettor in my life. By

the way, do you remember telling meabout fifteen yearsago that you thought1 had consumption?”"I believe I do.”“I thought hard of you for saying

it at the time, but I think now it wasthe best thing that ever happened tome. It scared me a little, and I be-gan to take care of myself. The con-sequence is that I have not Jiad a sickday since, and I believe I am good forforty years yet. lam your debtor for(Impulsively)—"Stapleton, lend me$6, will you?”

Bnowj ft turn.

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microscope, are found to form regularthe mpst common shape.being

a star of six arms or points, eaohform-ing an angle of sixty degrees. Jn some

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Kind Nature seems most motherly . a4Lighting her pleasant lamps at over,.!,She guards tils holy place,

BDOh doors** homeßtoadl All It, ,rlondlypours

f *°m daWnUU dttWn ’ an-> oa ItTh° mm!** Bladne °*’ and eloud it,And Winter’s snows pass and return „„•A*d Xg HZT ponc9 -m-And clime”*

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Arise!”‘ !11 P™ lal “

—Mrs. 8. M. Walsh, la Youth’s Companion,

PITH AND POINT.•‘Sometimes,’* said Uncle Ebon“dar wouldn’t bo so muchobjection toa man habbin* his own opinion ef hsdidn’t persist in goin’ aroun’ an’ try-in’ ter gib eberybody else a clear titleto it.”—Washington Star.Deacon Hamby—“Wo’ro going l 0have areformed prize lighter talk at the

temperance meeting Thursday night,”The Deacon’s Hon—“How is it pos-sible that ho can bo reformed if hostill talks?”—Chicago Nows.

“You mean to toll mo that you don’tthink football ought to bo suppressed?Just look how many got maimed andkilled in the game.” “It doesn’t maimand kill anybody except football play-ers.”—Cincinnati Enquirer.

“Great men,’’remarked tho thought-ful youth, “are frequently misunder-stood by the public.” “That,” re-plied Senator Sorghnm, gravely, “isvery true. And mighty lucky it is forsome of them.”—Washington Star.

Bill Yale—“That man Williamsnever lost his head in a football gameyet, did he?” Jim Cornell—-“No, Ithink not. He’s lost an oar, part ofhis nose, eight teeth—but I do not re-member ever hearing of him losing hishead.”

First Tramp (pointing to a scarecrowin a corn field)—“Look! Lookeethere!” Second Tramp—“My! My!Wo must get out o’this, double quick.They’ve caught one of us follows andnailed him to a polo,”—New YorkWeekly.

Jay Green (sourly)—“lf them peo-ple don’t do different about it, blamedif I’ll go to tho party to-morrownight.” Josh Medders -“What doyou waut ’em to do in order to got yonto go?” Jay Green -“lnvite me.”—Boston Traveler.

“Is he a novelist?” asked one youngwoman, as she picked up a photograph,“No,

#indeed,” replied tho other

with enthusiasm. “He’s no novelist;he’s a story writer. You can under-stand and enjoy everything ho does.”—Washington Star.

“Have you completed your plan for.hastening the business of tho UnitedStates Senate?” “Partly,” repliedthe newly-elected Senator. “I haveprepared a speech on the subjectwhioh it will take me three days todeliver.”—Washington Star.

Mrs. Spriggins—“Where’s yourdaughter, Mrs. Wiggins?” Mts. Wig-gins—“She’s gone to tho cookingschool. And that reminds mo, I mustgo into the kitchen and get supper,for she’H be as hungry as a hear whenshe get liomo.”—New York Weekly,

Brown—“Ah, Smith, lot mo intro-duce you to Mr. Cayley Oott. I’msure you’ve .read his famous hooks!”Smith “N-n-no. I’m afraid I haven’thad tho pleasure.” .Brown—“Oh, ofcoarse you have, my dear fellow, butyou’ve forgotten—that’s it. ” —Panoh.

“I am told,” remarked Miss Cay-enne, “that you said some very cleverthings last evening.” “Yes,” repliedWillie Wishington; “it is very dis-couraging.” “What is?” “Tho sur-prised manner in which everybody istalking abont it.”—Washington Star.

Character Tohl by Tresses.

That.there is a physiological connec-tion between the hair of the head andthe temperament of the individual isno new idea, says The Lady. Amongmany ancient nations, indeed, the con-dition and quality of the hair were re-garded as infallible signs of one's na-ture, and if those signs were unsatis-factory the person's looks had to bo insome way altered for ttie better. Itwas probably this notion as much asany other that caused the introductionjit a very early date of wigs and falsehair.

Some physiological conditions con-nected with the hair are revealed in awork known as “The Secrets ofBeauty,’’ which was published in Parisin the year 1862. For instance, welearn that “fine, silk and supple hair’’is the mark of a “delicate and sensi-tive temperament.” Again, hair thatis “curly and crisp” without artificialpersuasion betrays a “dangerous clev-erness,” a “brilliant rashness,” whichmay be trusted to lead to trouble ninetimes out of ten. Further, white hair—presumably when it is premature—-is the sure sign of a “lymphatic andindolent constitution.” Nut one whitbetter is “harsh upright hoir,” whichshows a "reticent and sour spirit,’’Perhaps, however, tho worst sort ofall is “flat, clinging straight hair,”denoting a “melancholy character,”

Henry Clay’s Unique Experiences*One of our morning' contemporaries

remarks: "It isn’t often that a Con-gressman has an opportunity to riseand address the House on the day thathe first takes his .seat. CongressmanLawrence’s distinction in this respectcomes very near to being unique.”

Our contemporary might have add-ed, however, that another unique dis-tinction was that of Henry Cloy,who was chosen Speaker of the Na-tional House on November 4, 1811,which was. the very first day of hisservice in that body. Preceding thisunique episode of Clay’s was anotherepisode in his career which was equal-ly unique, namely, his service forseverol months ns a member of theUnited States Senate before he wasconstitutionally eligible to -member-ship in that body. Cloy was born onApril 12, 1777, but ho took his seat inthe Senate on December 29, 1800.whefr he lacked about three and ahalf months of having attained theage of thirty years, which tlie 'Consti-tntion prescribes as one of the quali-fications for membership of the Sen-ate. Probably it wos not generally*Ssmij ftpto his’admission td|||jp Senate.—Bos-lton (transcript.

WindA dark, gloomy sky denotes wind,

but a bright blue sky indicates fineweather. Generally, the softer cloudslook, the less wind, but perhaps morerain may be expected, and the harder,