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H « ,u WOMAJTS KIOBIB. ':.|l wtanaa's rights: What do thOM worts eon- •.'v< vey ? ':• Hfca» dwttu of old-world Wisdom do they MoT itlwifrreaUntcnt? Oh, «Inters, say; "t in daily life their truth to teach. iWifcht to minister to those that need: J£lKml«*so*gtiM weary to beguile; , W^j|MSri» Of ftm the hungry hMHta to feed, JMNRMT THE sad and lonely with a noils. l&A fWn la others' joys a joy to find ; MllVIm to «Mp when othen weep; (to bo to all uneeaains kind: lit to wake and pray while othm alMp. t iot>e noble, right to be true, (*6thlak lightly--and light to do; Ite be tender, right to be just, ^ t lo be worthy of infinite trust, p lb be the little children's truest friend,** ; • kaow them in their ever-changing asood: ftaimtttog self, to labor to the end , Voto a gracious influence for good. JY> be the ladies of creation's lords, i As mothers daughters, sisters, or an wH "Wo be the b"st that <artk to them afford^ To be to tbeni the music of their lives. -"%he right in strength and honor to be ftM; ' In daily work accomplished, finding rest; fhe right in "trivial rfrund" a sphere to see; :v' The right, ih blessing, to be fully bledfc \ - S-X^-Y' Itight to be perfect, right to be pore, : i fight to be patient and strong to endox*) ; < ight to be loriag--right to bo good-- hese are the rights of the true womanhood. »-r-TtmpU) Bar. i V KM -y "k LOYAL WOMAN.' BY C. & CKESPUU - ^ ift mm only by the merest ehanee Henry Aylmer sptnt a month in the pretty little New England village nestled so snugly In a fertile valley of the Green Mountains. * He had become worn oat with pleasure and pleasure's attendant ills--he was thoroughly ennui, not bla^e, for he was too young and too healthy, mentally and physically, to be attacked by such a disease; but late hours, the germtui, champagne suppers, and all the other wearisome excitements of society bad at last palled upon him, and when one friend after another spoke of a continuation <Kf the same worn-ont amusements at water­ ing-places and springs, he became dis­ gusted, refused a dozen invitations, packed S valise, and sought refuge from the im­ portunities of his friends in Deerfield--the quaintest, most charming sleepy hollow of It village on the continent. ;- The first day he wandered alone, but not " lonely, through the tiny hamlet, made re- Biarkable purchases in the general store, aind talked to half the people he met; tatted little yellow-haired children on the ead, and thought seriously of building a picturesque cottage on the brow of a pine- dad hill and retiring from the world--for­ getting and forgot. The next day he procured a horse from the hotel stable and roamed for hours fteongh the neighboring country, returning •» his inn tired out and somewhat lonely. Jo be sure he had seen fine farms, fertile fields, industrious farmers, trees bending Under the weight of ripening fruit--but he knew little of agriculture theoretically, and nothing practically; he had no companion his ride, and he felt lonely and ill- . weed. The next morning he woke early and re­ freshed, and throwing up the window felt •KWWBWKSWs iil (Oil expand in the rising sun; while his heart leaped within him as the strong, chill Iwcese sweeping down from the stern New ; £agland mountains smote him in the face sent the blood coursing vigorously along his veins. He remembered that on the previous day as he Wandered disconsolately through the •ountry he had seen the silverv gleam of a liver, and had heard in the sweet still- Bess of early morning the soft babble of its musical voice. The stream suggested fish; fee was an ardent angler; he would take a book, his line, and his annoyances still farther out of the world to return only after Ike had thoroughly succeeded in exorcising fite evil spirit of discontent. To decide was to act; so, after he had discussed his breakfast he donned his hat, thouldered his rod, and with a cosy edition Of Izaak Walton snugly ensconced in his breast-pocket, he set off on his three-mile ; Jralk. / What were his thoughts as he strode briskly along the country road, the sun- Shine on hi6 path, the soft breath of the J early breezes in his face, and the twitter of happy birds in the air? The truth must be Confessed--he was in a ball-room, in all the glare of a thousand tapers, the music <pf a trained orchestra swelling from an al- t cove embowered in tropical plants, around him on every Bide the sheen of Batins and diamonds, and the light of fair women's •yes--but after all, it was only through the Msociation of ideas that he had wandered In thought from the trout stream to the Fifth avenue mansion, for it was in the country two years before that he had met , the fair girl whose hand he had last held in Ida just three months before at her birth- ball. The recollection was pleasant, for he drew from an inner pocket placed } appropriately on his heart .a silken case ; from which as he opened it the loveliest ISP* ever 8een 8m^ed UP iDto his own. Then, as it seemed to be the very spot for Sentiment and lover-like reflection, he toadied the back of the case and a lock of golden hair gave back the sunlight. !&'"• '• For a few minutes he gazed with an air 3", . Of tender melancholy upon the fair face •ify' and brilliant trees, then replaced the case and returned to his fish. But, as often |/v. jbappens, the fish did not bite, and he sought I?' •. 'consolation in a cigar and his book. An fi- ' obtrusive ray of sunshine danced between *-<>' him and the words; the air was heavy with t; Bummer heat and odors- his head drooped, gj. • :»nd he slept-r-and sleeping dreamed of ? r t 'dark bright eyes and golden hair; of Italian pV / tekies; of drifting in gondolas through ? , Southern twilight on Venetian waters--and Sioo the long summer morning dreamed it­ self away. Sauntering back to the hotel and dinner bis wandering fancy persisted in leading ; Mm to the scenes his soul loved as the very ; oreath of life; scenes which, from his present surroundings, seemed part of a past v existence--when a well-appointed travel- V ing carriage, the flutter of a gray robe, the ,, '• clear tones of a high-bred voiee brought PV , back the gay world as If by magic. • He scanned the faces of the two ladies " standing in the wide portico--they were iiv 1 unknown to him, and his heart sank, • when lo!--a third descended, an elderly ie with white hair and keen brown eyes. tones of a querulous voice reached ; he could not be mistaken. He ad­ vanced, and with a grace resulting from long practice assisted the lady to alight. The recognition was mutual; her eyes and voice alike softened, and she gave him her hand with positive affection in its pressure. "My dear »Ir. Aylmer, I am delighted to see you, but what are you doing here? This is not Newport on a small scale, I hope? I come in search of country quiet and find the smartest young man in town on the doorstep of my hotel. You must explain before I smile upon you. But I don't be­ lieve j ou know my nieces--Mrs. Heath and Jusa Norton. Stella, my dear, you may •P®** to him--he is really a nice young ,a . •* V'f K.;1; 122? he wo^ *£t)oHkimMf Md experience to boot. Hew was gooi --a sigh of satisfaction prevented tn itn-' mediate answer, bat being seldom at a loss for words long, his reply soon came. uOf course yea will find it rather slow; but, really, I have discovered MI MANY beauties -already in my short stay that I can safely promise you a pleasant experi­ ence--for, after all, life here is something of an experience to outsiders. What with the skies, the woods, the air, the--the--" he saw her amused smile and joined in the langh which trembled on her lips. "I am anything but poetical," he said, gayly, "but I think a poet could be made by these scenes of rural felicity." "Poeta nascitur," she pat in. "Yes, bat every true man is a poet at heart." ^Except the man whose heart is not his own," turning to follow the bustling Boni- face up the long stairs. Aylmer offered his arm to Mrs. Norton, assisting her with a deferential conrtesy which gave warmth to her invitation to call upon her and her nieces, and thns render life more lifelike. By the next morning Mr. Aylmer had discovered that Terrell's, vulgarly called a country hotel, was an enchanted palace, and that he himself was a peculiarly gifted child of Fortune. There was a wide, old-fashioned garden at the side and back of the big frame house, shady with trees, carpeted with velvet turf, and gay with huge rose bushes one blaze of pink and red; and it was nnder a giant oak that, on the morning after his martyrdom had ceased, he per­ ceived from his window a blue dress and the sheen of snnny hair under a drooping hat. It did not take him much longer to discover that it was Miss Norton who had chosen his pet lounging place, and at the same time he remembered the tantalizing glimpses vouchsafed him of dark starry eyes. In the most nonchalant manner in the world he sauntered into the garden, and in the course of his meanderings came to a surprised standstill before the young lady. She looked up, then dropped her eyes and murmured a shy morning greeting. His curiosity was aroused. True, she was young, but her bashful air was that of an unformed boarding-school miss, by no means the air he would have looked for in Mrs. Norton's niece. He was rarely at a loss for words, but he hardly cared to ad­ dress himself to her .hat or the covers of her book, so with a bow he left her and re­ sumed his stroll in somewhat moody silence. The bell rang; he threw away his cigar and entered the house to forget his mo­ mentary chagrin over a delicious breakfast. A lovely face met him at the door, and a delicate jeweled hand was extended, while the sweetest of voices recompensed him for Miss Norton's ungracious treatment. "Aunt Harriet wished us to breakfast in our rooms, but the idea was too absurd. We have come to see life and we intend to see it." It was BO natural and so pleasant to Aylmer to find himself beside a beautiful woman in the airiest, and daintiest of morn­ ing dresses with the airiest and daintiest of charming nothings on her lips--chic to her very finger-tips, that he forgot Miss Norton until Mrs. Heath desired the waiter to call the young lady. In a few minutes she of the star eyes entered and took her place; and then for the first time Alymer saw her face un­ shaded by her hat and seeing it was in­ stantly held captive by its beauty. Mrs. Heath was a perfect blonde; bat this girl with her dark eyes and brows had the red-gold hair loved of the old Italian painters. But in spite of drooped lids and demure mouth there was nothing saintly in Stella Norton's face. In some unac­ countable way she gave Aylmer the im­ pression of a naughty child doing penance, there were such possibilities in the mutin­ ous curve of the ripe lips, in the flash of the half-hidden eyes. Once only she hazarded a remark of her own. As she rose from the table she turned to her sister, "I think, Ethel, I will send for my phaeton to-day. I have de­ cided to remain here for a month." "A wise decision, my dear; I am sure that a month will be qaite Sufficient. Mr. Aylmer, will you show us the postoffice in an hour or so?" • So in the order of things it came to pass that Mr. Aylmer found himself walking down the village street, holding a huge white umbrella over Mrs. Heath s blonde head. "I expect you find it hard to reconcile as with our surroundings," Mrs. Heath said in her pleasantly friendly way. "I fancy we are all oat of oar element," he returned. "I can accommodate myself to circum­ stances with more ease than ordinary mortals," she said, gaily. "I have come to take care of my little sister, and Aunt Harriet has come to take care of us both. Mr. Heath has gone West with a party of friends--a delicious emancipation of him, I fancy--and during his absence my sister and I decided to enjoy ourselves after an entirely novel fashion. So we prevailed upon Aunt to bring out her traveling car­ riage, built, you know," in opposition to pullman -and set out on a voyage of dis­ covery. We reached this place at noon yesterday, found it mildly pretty, and decidedly tame, so here we are for the next few week." "And I am quite sore that we shall en­ joy ourselves," said Miss Norton, her voice a little sad as though the prospects were not one of unmixed pleasure. She caught Aylmer's eyes fixed upon her and turned to her Bister with a charming sauciness. "Isn't that huge umbrella large enough to cover even me and my manifold mis­ deeds?" Mrs. Heath handed the girl the sunshade. "Take it all, Stella, one-third would never cover your sins of omission and com­ mission." "You are very good--you two. I am content to walk in the shadow, if only the sunlight falls upon you." At the postoffice Miss Norton stamped her letter, ascertained at what hour the mail carrier arrived, unfurled her Umbrella, and signified her intention of proceeding on her voyage of discovery. Mrs. Heath looked at the skies--cloud­ lessly blue; at the long, dusty, white road; at her umbrella diminishing in the dis­ tance and turned helplessly to her com­ panion. "Would you be so kind?" Her fair face was troubled as she pointed to her sister. "I can go back to the hotel, that is, if you--" "With pleasure," and Mr. Aylmer, who generally found it a bore to walk under any circumstances, went speeding along the dusty road after the umbrella. Miss Norton turned at his approach. What an unnecessary amount of exertion, Mr. Aylmer." "Mrs. Heath sent me in search of you." "Yes? Well, now that you have found me, you may return." He quietly took possession of the um­ brella and returned her coldness with his most sunny look. "It is very warm." "Are all your remarks as distinguished for originality?" "Most of them. But* must I really re­ turn alone to mine inn?" "I am going on much farther; don't think it your duty to accompany me, if you please." "If every duty wer<t so great a pleasure," he began. "Do you know that I positively hunger for a sight of those tranced summer woods." Mi*s Norton lifted her eyes, and then, Wowing the lids to droop before he had #Ottefliore than discover how she had ac- jpirad ber name, murmured a few words ^fMuliarly subdued manner, and with- into the house. Mrs. Heath, a su- ®de, extended her band and save rilliant smile. •I lit ftfraid you will find yourself vie timupd if you are really an obliging young man, the said, laughingly. "Only consider • moment our condition and prepare to al­ leviate it. Do the people ever wake UD here?" r The dolefol Mr. Aylmer had plucked np heart of graee. He had made a wager with hmjidm t̂cAotes that he would not only po&y. and tlMte ife» will happy and unapproachable." •speet qiy hone to-night," Aylmer oareleesly. "I hope I may be per­ mitted to accompany Miss Norton, some­ times." "That depends altogether upon Stella, and Stella's particular moods. Stella is a bundle of contradictions, you know--or, rather, you do not know." "Or is it not the inconsequence of girl­ hood?" "It is hard to find a name for it--it is simply Stella." "You pique my curiosity." She lifted her laughing eyes.< H¥«s, wo are carious sometimes." "Oh, generous admission!" "And this is one of the times." She rose and stood before him a minute, fasten­ ing the roses drooping at her throat. "This had better not be one of the times. Idle curiosity sometimes leads to fatal results." "Hardly anything so deadly as that would imply," giving back carelessness for carelessness. He would have said more, but at that instant Miss Norton entered, her arms full of wild flowers, her broad bat wreathed with trailing vines, and in spite of himself his eyes showed the pleas­ ure her entrance gave him. "The loveliest place in the world, Ethel," she said, gaily. "Even more charming than the country around the Towers." "You are going almost too far, child. But I am quite sure you need your dinner, I must leave you for Aunt Harriet. She has one of her headaches." "1 am very hungry. Mr. Aylmer, please stay and entertain me. I will be very good, almost as good as you are in taking that chair opposite, and preparing to be victimized." So, in about an hour Mrs. Heath, look­ ing from her window, had the pleasure of seeing Mr. Aylmer seated at Miss Norton's feet, in tho pretty old garden, a inot of her wild-flowers in his buttonhole, the look on his face of having found his longed- for experience--and pleasant at that. It did not take Mr. Aylmer long to for­ get for the time those other eyes beyond the seas for, so far, life held only the actual moment; and he considered himself, gay young society man as he was, more than a match for a girl only lately emanci­ pated from the schoolroom. It, therefore, became quite a customary thing for the two to spend hours in riding through the picturesque country with Mrs. Norton and Mrs. Heath driving leisurely after them through the shady roads. He found her quite unapproachable in spite of their interchange of thoughts and fancies; often in his own room wondering how it was he made so little headway. They had many acquaintances in common and though they discussed their neighbors' affairs unre­ strainedly, of herself he only knew that she expected to go abroad for the winter- perhaps longer. The weeks were slipping by, having pro­ duced in him the result Mrs. Heath had tried to warn him against. Going into Mrs. Norton's sitting-room in the afternoon to arrange for a drive, Ayl­ mer found only one person present, and that Miss Norton on her knees before a small table which held only a bronze picture-stand with closed doors, and a delicate vase with one white rose before it. Her head was hidden in her hands, and in the second he remained there he thought he heard a sob. Moody, chagrined, and ridiculously jeal­ ous, he descended to the garden and tried to solace himself with a cigar; but in spite of it all he saw nothing but that golden head bowed before a portrait--whose por­ trait? A happy thought did better service than his cigar--it was the portrait of her mother. His spirits rose, and he turned once more to the house to prepare for one of their delicious rides together. He met her at the door in her blue habit and coquettish riding hat, a red rose in one button-hole, her lovely face more mutinously lovely than usual. He lost all control of himself at once, and fcs they rode through the cool woods, the phneton a little distance behind, he threw prudence to the winds, forgot those other haunting eyes, and offered himself and ail his worldly wealth to the young beauty beside him. He knew the ways of women too well to expect an immediate ac­ ceptance, but his former experience had failed to prepare him for his last. "You honor me," she said slowly, "but I think you have made a mistake. You can­ not blame me, of course; but you should have stopped short of this blunder. Yet, after all, it makes no difference; I promise to forget it, and as for you--you will find no difficulty in forgetting me/ Now for a delightful canter through the open; I. hate the shadows of these woods, for I am in all things a child of light." "But permit me to assure you that I--" "Yes, yes, I know, and assurance will only make me doubly sure of the truth of my belief. Now don't spoil this delicious experience, if you please." She touched her horse with her whip, so that there was nothing left him but to follow her. Now, Aylmer was a young man of the world, worldly, and having made up his mind to do a dishonorable thing it rather vexed him that the sacrifice would not be accepted. He liked to possess the best of everything, and having everything else he wanted the loveliest woman in the world, as he considered Stella Norton, for his wife. The girl's manner vexed him--could she have heard of his other little experience? He looked full into her face, her eyes were turned away, and for the first time he realized the possibilities hidden in her girlish loveliness. The mutinous charm was gone, and in its place remained the tenderest expression he had ever imagined possible for one of Eve's daughters to wear, [t did not pass when she became aware of his gaze, but she Baid gently, "Let us be good friends, Mr. Aylmer. I am very fond of my friends." "But when one wants more," he began. "One can have nothing more," smiling and patting her horse's head. "Still one can try again." "Without success, I assure yon. Sap- pose I am kinder than yoa are, and pro­ pose to explain my meaning, this evening will you be equally honest?" "Equally honest?" he repeated, in spite of himself his cheek flushing. She nodded, and gave him one of her old bewildering smiles. "Yes; honest "It will be horribly hard, but I must make an open confession," trying to speak unconcernedly, but failing signally. "Well, then, at 8 this evening, in the garden under my favorite tree." For the rest of the afternoon Aylmer was intensely miserable. It was all very Well to indulge in a flirtation, but when the flirt' ing was all on one side and had become something far more real, the prospect of having to explain a complicated case was by no means agreeable. He ended b; wishing he had never been foolisl enough to rusticate in such place under such circumstances, and spent an hour in packing for an early de­ parture. At 8 he found himself moodily pacing the green-sward under Miss Nor­ ton's favorite tree, vexed with the whole .world, and disgusted with himself; yet «i*an Weweflftotsehool „ good tittle fftrla. Yoa kito* turned from abroad sis veilel Aylmer's face was * Bta%, vexation, anger, and amusement stming for the mastery--the last won. "Is It my fault l am suscevttble to beauty? Ie it my fault that that I cannot avert my eyes tt She interrupted him. "In short, is it your fault that you are one of Adam's sons and consequently prolific with ex- CU868?* "I plead guilty since the langh is against me. But will you be my friend, after all?" "Nothing could give me more pleasure. And now, let us go back to auntie and have a little music. But instead of music, Mrs. Norton elected to talk, and entertained her small circle with memories of her youth. Mr. Aylmer was delighted to find that hia little affair had passed off so pleasantly, and was more than ready to give the ancient lady his close attention; but he still could not help noticing how often Stella's eyes sought the clock on the mantel. Once he overheard her whisper to her sister, "It is surely very late; can anything have happened?" Then Mrs. Norton went on: "You see, Mr. Aylmer, since my niece married an Englishman she admires only English in<- stitutions. How it will work with Stella-- there, there, my dear, that is enough--such another look will kill me. In spite of my many years I am to be dragged back to Mrs. HeathB English home, when I long for nothing so much as my own home on my own American Hudson. But, Ethel, it must be rather late--I don't doubt that some accident has happened. You see, Mr. Aylmer, my niece is looking for her husband to-night, and his return means another long journey for me. I think my ears are better than yours, Stella, for--but the child is gone! Now, when I was young, Mr. Aylmer, it would never have occurred to me to rush so frantically to meet Mr. Norton when he called after a short ab­ sence. You look mystified--don't you know? Bless my soul--both gone? When was young, engagements were made pub­ lic--you nineteenth-century lovers believe far too much in intense mystery--that is, you of the last quarter." Vexed beyond endurance, conscious of more mystery and a possible speedy de­ nouement, anxious to escape, and yet com­ pelled to stay, Aylmer's condition was by no means enviable. He called himself by several unflattering epithets, and rose as the ladies returned. He was speedily in­ troduced to Mr. Heath, a bronzed and bearded Englishman; and then Stella, all the old gay coquetry gone, presented Sir Horace Winter, a tall, fair man with the sunniest blue eyes in the world. Mrs. Norton accepted the letter's tfiowlra for the care she had taken of her niece with intense disgust. "My dear man," she said, austerely, "have I not been mother and grandmother to her in addition to my other tie of rela­ tionship for years? Does possession give you the right to question my affection for the child? There, there, you know me of old. I am delighted to have you back again. As for Stella--look at your portrait yonder with your roses before it--her daily pleasure." Aylmer had had one word aside with Miss Norton. "You were true as steel, I know, bat, after all, if I am a son of Adam, what are you?" A daughter of Eve, of course, and women are always more loyal than men." Mrs. Heath heard the remark and drew nearer. "Was the result fatal?" "Not so deadly," he answered; bat still there was a shadow of regret in his eyes and voice as he saw Stella look up to her tall lover with an expression he would have given all he possessed to win for him­ self. "So mach wiser to publish engagements, think," said Mrs. Norton, to the general public, her keen eyes glancing from Ayl­ mer's moody countenance to Stella's lovely flushed face. "One final announcement will be quite sufficient," laughed Sir Horace, happily un­ conscious of the little ripple in the appar­ ently smooth waters. By the next evening a cablegram had in­ formed Miss Wynne that Mr. Aylmer was en route for Geneva.--Chicago Ledger, "Satisfy your hunger, then," waving her hand in the direction of the woods; "as for me--I have lost my appetite; au revoir!" And before he could fully realize her in­ tention she was speeding down the road with a grace worthy of the vestal huntress herself. At dinner, he looked for Miss Norton in vain, but Mrs. Heath met him smilingly, and thanked him for his good offices in the morning. "I hope Miss Norton is not indisposed, he said; in some unaccountable manner feeling vexed at her non-appearance. "She was so determined to discover some charm in this quiet village that she pressed our landlord's little daughter into service and set out for a long wrik. By to-morrow with the charming elasticity of youth he went to meet her with his usual warmth and pleasure. She was always beautiful, but then in her soft cieamy dress with a profusion of lace and satin ribbons on the square-cut bodice and on the trailing draperies, knot of pale roses at her rieck, she was supremely lovely. She seated herself and was silent for a little while, then she lifted her fair head and said, gayly, "Are you a ffc?* \ 2an you doabt ^We ore going filiation, kind-hearted young man? Her mood pleased him. it?" "Congratulate me, then. home to-morrow." "If it is a matter of coi rejoice -with you." ^ "And now," toying with n roee, "I want to ask you why you were so imprudent this afternoon?" "Since it is all over, please let me go free," he pleaded with mock humility "You are going home to-morrow and I ' think 1 will go home to-night." "But why did not you ask me if I knew Gertie Wynne? We met in Italy only two months ago, and she toLdme all about it. Pereonal Propriety. Th#re are certain discrepanci»»in $ie American character which are very puzzling to the foreigner. Among them are the remarkable incongruities evinced in our public and private life. No private individual conducts himself with greater personal composure than an, American citizen. He is character­ ized by a calmness and nonchalance which do not desert him even under the most trying circumstances. He will turn the quid from his left cheek to the right as he storms a battery, and eject the tobacco juice in the cannon's mouth with as much coolness as though he were a parlor. He is perfect master of himself and his emotions. In all that relates to his daily conduct, the true American is the born gentleman. Quick to resent a deliberate insult, he is equally slow to offer one, and prompt in reparation. But let us put this very man into office and his whole nature seems changed. The honest merchant is transformed, as though by the touch of a harlequin's wand, into a corrupt of­ ficial, the gentleman becomes a loafer, and the well-educated man turns into a foul-mouthed bully. He gives and takes insult and abuse with a perfect looseness, which before could have been only washed out with blood, and the merchant who would have fled to a foreign land to hide his dishonored head at the mere suspicion of dishon­ esty, as an official walks up and down contented to enjoy the finger of scorn pointing full at him. The solution ie easy. It is caused by the want of earn­ estness displayed by us in everything except the acquisition and expenditure of money. We are the least hoarding nation in the world. Our characteristic is to gain all or lose all. Our nature k speculative, even to gambling. If we were more thoroughly in earnest we should never forgive or forget the truc­ ulent abuse heaped upon our public men day after day, by politicians on one another, and by the public press upon all. The system of interviewing public men and publishing distorted accounts of what they say, is another gross viola­ tion of the laws of personal propriety. The public should visit with its severest censure the men who thus degrade the press and vilify honorable gentlemen.-- American Cultivator. Apt- Little Dick Made a Mistake. Mamma--Dick! Dick! Mercy on me I You must not run outdoors looking that way. Little Dick (just up from a nap)--IVe got my nightgown on, mamma. "You mustn't go ont in that; go get dressed." "Well, sis' beau is out there on the lawn in his drawers." "Hush, child, those are tennis pants. * --Omaha World. <. ; Alabama Coal Mines.; • „v The wealth of Alabama's c<lif mines is to be estimated from the statement that the available coal of Alabama, col­ lected in one lump, would be forty-five miles long by twenty-five miles wide and ten feet thick. A breaking off ol 5,000 tons daily from the lump would leave a large part of it untouched at the expiration of 6,000 years. "THE History of the Sausage," re­ cently published in Europe, is said tc be written in a very dogmatic Trio. : '1 ORB •Ma la QMftf Advta*. "You would be surprised to know how many women were actually specu­ lating in grain in this city," said a prom­ inent member of tho open board of trade. "I can remember when there were bnt half a dozen at it, but now the number has swelled away beyond the dozen limit. Oh, there is no rule aa to their domestio oonditions in life. Many of them are single ladies, some are widows, and a number are married. "I will tell you of a little domestio episode which happened only a few weeks ago. The handsome young wife of a prominent broker who does busi­ ness on the regular board came into the office of a commission agent in the same building with me. It was just at the time when July wheat was making such a big jump. You remember it reached 79 j cents. Well, the lady said she wanted to buy some July wheat, as she felt sure that it was going away up. Her husband, she said, was of a differ­ ent opinion, and he was an active bear on the regular board. She felt uneasy about-it, and was afraid that he would lose heavily. She had some money of her own, and had come to the conclu­ sion that she would, unknown to her bearish other half, put it on the other side of the market. My friend, the commission agent, who knew both hus­ band and wife well, entered into the scheme with the lady, and he invested her money as she directed. July wheat the next morning went up 8 or 4 cents, and the husband across the street lost about all he had. The day following it went still higher, and the wife sold her wheat a clear winner $20,000. She took her money home and gave it to her disconsolate lord and master. 'You laughed at what you called my foolish opinion, the other day,' she said. 'I placed what I had on that opinion, and here is the result. Now, don't be afraid to take your wife's advice once in awhile.' This iBno fairy story. It was an actual incident in the recent active operation in Jaly wheat." The gallery in the open board hall is well filled with ladies every day. A few are strangers in the city, but the ma­ jority are pretty speculators. You will see the same faces there day after day. Some of them are scanning the last quotations on the black-board, and others are interviewing the four or five commission brokers who have a monop­ oly of the business with the ladies. Occasionally one of the regular female speculators will not put in an appear­ ance. She will be missed at first, and then forgotten. Some day she will ap­ pear again, and then her former ac­ quaintances will recall her. "Why, we have missed you greatly; where have you been?" And then the same stereo­ typed reply: "Oh, I have lost all in­ terest in speculation and gave it up long ago. There's nothing in it, you know." "That's a whopper. She lost on June wheat, and it made her sick. But she couldn't keep away, and she will be dabbling in it before the bell rings; you'll see," says one spiteful, sharp- eyed woman to her companion. And so it was. The woman who had given up the business was seen in close con­ versation with her old broker in less than five minutes. "Oh, I have been about here for two or three years." said a handsomely- dressed lady with gray eyes, gray hair, and a gray dress. "I have become what they call a hardened speculator now. My hair has turned gray here. I have been as successful as any of the women speculators here, but that isn't much. None of them has ever, made any money to speak of. I win and I lose. I use my own judgment. When I first came here I bought and sold partly on the judgment of my broker and what other advice I got here. But I soon got over that. There is no satis­ faction in that sort of thing. When you lose you are inclined to feel sore toward those who advised you, and when you win you are disposed to feel as though you were indebted to them for your success. I keep watch of the condition of trade, of the: crops, and the market, and I buy and sell as my judgment dictates. It is not a business a lady should have anything to do with. I wish I had never learned what a mar­ gin or a put or a call was. I would be a happier woman. My advice to every woman is to keep out. I wish--please excuse me. I must see my broker at once," and the speaker hurried away down-stairs, as a big yell ascended from the wheat pit, and the figures on the board showed that August wheat had reached 75 cents.--Chicago Newt. Racing in Japan. The Japanese are devoted admirers of the race-horse. Between the stand and the race-course is a wide turfed' in- closure, at one end of which an excel­ lent Japanese band is discoursing the music of the latest French operatta, says a Yokahoma correspondent of the London Field. Though it is yet only mid-day, while the racing is not to be­ gin till 12:30, the stand and enclosure are fairly filled with Japs and foreign­ ers of all sorts, and very queer do many of the former look, especially those who have been rash enough to assume for­ eign clothes, instead of sticking to their own comfortable and pretty dress. More especially is it to be regretted when a charming and graceful little Japanese lady abandons her own most picturesque attire for the fashions of Europe, in which she only looks insig­ nificant and awkward. . While waiting for the commence­ ment of the sport left us go and inspect the paddock behind the stand. It is a grand, roomy space, surrounded with neat little stables, at the doors of which groups are congregated, discussing the chances of the occupants. Of betting there is none. Selling lotteries ar& held at the hotels in Tokio or Yoka­ homa two or three days before the races. The Baddling-bell has just rung. We are just in time to see H. M., the mikado, arrive, sitting, dressed in a dark uniform, in his well-turned-out landau, and surrounded by an escort of lancers who look smart enough in their green and-red uniforms. H. M. ascends to the royal box to the somewhat dismal strains of the Japanese national air. Close behind him arrives the one and only four-in-hand in Japan, owned by an eccentric American. The dark- Sainted drag and well-matched team of ark ponies look smart enough. And now five ponies emerge from the pad­ dock for the first race. Few of the Japanese ponies exceed 14} hands, but many of them are neat, well-built ani­ mals, inclined to be weak behind, but with a fair enough turn of speed. They are nearly all ridden by Japanese jocks, who are very light and fair horsemen, but inclined to get excited and lose their heads, and flog their mounts long after the race is over. , It is not my intention to describe the pacing, most of which would be eon- sidered very poor sport anywhere else, though some of tho finishes were realty ^ . .. . ^ .M to a oonefoafem in throe <|aya. A vast amount of time & «lv»7«lost at the •teHa, and the last race each day is often run in the dark, so much so that I bare seen a groom run in the midcUo of the oourse at the finish, holding ai big lantern in his band, in order that tho judge might see which animal passed his box first. Wonderful to re­ late, the ponies did not seem to object to this proceeding in the least. Force of the Wind. The cyclones which occasionally sweep over some of our Western States forcibly call to mind how meager our knowledge of them is, and also hint the importance of systematically studying their origin, direction, and effect. The force exerted by them, aa a factor en­ tering into the calculations of the architect and engineer, should make an intimate acquaintance with the laws governing them imperative. We are fairly familiar with their form and rea­ sonably certain of the causeB which create them, but of the other and to us infinitely more important part of the question--the pressure--we are la­ mentably ignorant. Whether we will ever be able to retard their progress, diminish their power, or successfully divert them from objects which we do not wish endangered, are elements of the problem that can only be discovered by methodical observation covering a wide territory, and taking into con­ sideration the typographical and at­ mospherical influences tending to their creation and continued existence. There are but two plans of measur­ ing the pressure of high winds: one by the aid of instruments, and the other by calculating the force required to overturn, or demolish obstacles which have stood in their path. The first plan is only of little practical value, since the best anemometers are either destroyed, or rendered inoperative, be­ fore registering the pressures we are most interested in obtaining. The per­ fect anemometer has yet to be con­ structed, and it matters not whether it is designed to give the velocity or pres­ sure of the wind, so long as it is accu­ rate and so sensitive and quick re­ sponding that it will register what we call gusts of wind. It should also un­ erringly follow all changes of direction in the wind, and, if possible, measure the upward or lifting power when this case arises. It is a simple matter to estimate the force expended after a body has been overturned, but when costly bridges are the objects operated upon, the experi­ ment is anything but economical. This plan will only give us the force neoes- sary to do the work, but the amount in excess of this we can only guess at. To illustrate this: A locomotive was over­ turned in 1871, the calculated maximum force required to do this being ninety- three pounds to the square foot; the wind exerted a force greater than this, but how much cannot be found. The fact that a storm passes between two points at a rate that will produce a certain pressure to the square foot is of no assistance, since it is not the average but the maximum pressure we seek after. That the whole question of wind pressure is shrouded in darkness is shown by the difference in practice among the leading engineers of this country; and the allowances made for wind pressure, whether twenty, thirty, or fifty pounds to the foot, are the re­ sults of individual study, o£ <oom^ bined research.--Anon. > vA In a Drug Store. "" ; • The people who know most about human nature are always the most con­ siderate and delicate. %When you go into a dry goods store the clerk comes up in the best of humor, rubbing his hands, smiling, evidently delighted to see you. But when, you go into a drug store you see a look of gentle serious­ ness come over the man's face as he ap­ proaches you. He does not ask you what he can do for you. There are so many things he can do for you, that you don't want him to do for you, that he simply stands and waits. You may only want candy, or soap, or a tooth brush. But you may want strychnine or arsenic, or you may have one of those curious things called a prescrip­ tion, which a doctor gives you, which makes you wonder what is really the matter with you, whether he is not de­ ceiving you when he says it's only your digestion that's a little out of sorts. No ordinary human being can look at a prescription without feeling that he may die of it after alL However, every­ thing in a drug store is cabalistic and mystic. You can stir something or any­ thing with a spoon. The drug clerk takes out a terrible looking thing, sug­ gestive of all sorts of pains and penal­ ties, and uses that to. stir the mixture. The spoon would do quite as well, but it would not impress you. When he wants to pour out something he takes a, glass that's all carefully lined with? measure and watches it critically, as if death were above a certain line. It isn't. You might take it full and it wouldn't hurt you, but it wouldn't im- Sress you. And so when you see a rug clerk take down a bottle and care­ fully measure out a dose of brown liquid, carefully put it in a glass, sprinkle it with soda, and hand it to a sick-looking man, who is apparently dying, it does not probably occur to you that it's plain whisky. But it is.--San Francisco Chronicle. Yalae of Arable Numerals. Few people, probably, have any ade­ quate idea of the great difficulties in which arithmetic would be involved were it not for the happy invention of the Arabic numerals. Here is a very simple little sum in addition putBoman fashion. The reader will find it "a nice amusement," as the model papa always tells his daughters, to work it out aa it stands without haying resource to Arabic notation: MDCXLVm MCCXLV DCCXXXTX MDGCCLXXXIY None of these figures reaches 2,000, and yet what a hopeless task to sum them up without an abicus! But that is, indeed, a small matter. Here are two better tests of the impossibility of arithmetic without Arabic notation. Multiply (all in Boman figures) MDCCXIV by DCLXXXIY, and divide MCCXLm bj XLV. Nothing could be simpler than these two sums, and jet it requires considerable intellect and very close attention to work them out on paper with the Boman symbols. --Comhill Magazine. IN New York now they sell scrap beef at 3 cents a pound, and the Sun says it is wholesome. OF the 300,000 miles of railroad in the world, about one-half are in the United States. A WISCONSIN OOW died from chewing tobacco, did you heifer hear the like? tt bas ao tcp sometimes Is A crnst? WHO bravely dares risk* Call. Mm who raise horses do not always racehotaca. : FAisB bangs--Firing blank tridges at the enemy. "GOING to learn to dance, Claude?" "Yes, Fve taken steps in that direction.* SOME think to make the world better, while others imagine they oould a better world.--Texas Sifting*. MORE than 4,0H devices tor coupling have been patented in this country. •This does not include ministers anil justices of the peace. A CONTEMPORARY Speaka of a man as a born musician. It haa never been our good fortune to meet a musi­ cian, who was not born. A GEORGIA man has invented a "spark arrester," but it will have to hump it-' self to supersede the old gentlemanfti boot, that has held sway so long. AUNT--And you say Jennie was very successful at the graduating exercises? Mother --Oh! remarkably so. class-day dress was a perfect symphony. --Boston Courier. "SHCRE, an' I don't loike stroikers. By me sowl, but if I had the doin' av it, I would behead every one stroikes, and for the sioond I would double the doae, be iabers."--- Tid-Bits. ' "Now, LITTLE boy, what is the mean­ ing of the word hypocrisy?" asked an Austin Sunday-school teacher of her favorite pupil. "I can't explain what it is, but I know it all the same." "Give me an example of hypocrisy." "When a fellow says he loves his Sunday- school teacher. That's hypocrisy."-- Texas Siftings. AN Arkansas Justice of the Peaee, who had just married a couple, turned to a man and said: "I don't believe that the woman will love, Berve, and obey him." "I don't know," some one replied,"she seems to be a very amiable woman." "I don't think she is," the Justice replied. "Why so?" "Because she used to be my wife." MAN (to acquaintance)--"I was sorry to hear that you have lost your horse." Acquaintance--"It was a ter­ rible loss." "It no doubt grieves yoa very much." "It does, indeed, sir. Tell you what's a fact: I have been married three times, but the loss of that horse was the greatest calamity that ever befell me.--Arkansaw Traveler. "SEE here, my frent," said a Ger­ man gentleman in a restaurant to the waiter. " Vy you not vif>e dot table off mit dose greece spots und such tings. Dot schmelled stale, like fury." Tho waiter wiped the table off. "Ah, dot vas mooch petter; dot don't schmell so stale. Now you pring me von portion limburger cheese und ein glass bock beer."--New York Times. THE following conversation waa re­ cently overheard on the train: "I un­ derstand that Dr. Bones' practice down at your place is falling off. This must help Dr. Saw." . "Well, I don't know. Dr. Saw occasionally gets a job of hold­ ing a post-mortem on a patient that has stopped employing Dr. Bones, but if he wants to build up a steady practice among them he will have to drop off himself.--Estelline Bell. WHERE IT DOES THE HOST GOOD. There's a great deal of bliss in a lingering kiss. And oceans of solid rapture; There are lots or fun in a stolen one-- ? If you are clever about the captuM, '>!/.*.* The cutest trick in a kiss that's qtijok «» * ' Is to put it where it belongs; " s< . To see that it goes below the nose ' V'l And knocks at the gate of songs, j""", ' * ' " ^ A kiss that is cold may do for the ollr' ' ' " Or pass with a near relation; Bat one like that is a work--that's fiaA-- • Of supererogation. , ^ • If you're going to kiss be sure of this-- ^ That the girl has got some heart in her: ^ I wouldn't give a darn for the fall of abanr Of kisses without a partner. ' The point of this rhyme is to take yonr tfiafliff' Kiss slowly, and do it neatly. If you do the thing right and are halfway brl^Mk you can win her sweet heart completely. --Life. WALTER, the 7-year-old son of CoL Hamilton, is too active for the peace of the household. As his mother was taking leave of some lady callers lately, Walter, desirous of attracting notiee, came prancing down stairs in a cross between a jig and a bear dance. Sud­ denly he slipped and came tumbling - down the whole length, lighting on hia feet, however, in the midst of the screaming ladies. "How could you come down so recklessly," cried hia mother. The bby felt as though light­ ning was playing tag along his spine, but he affected not to hear his mother and proceeded to shake hands with the ladies as though nothing had happened. "Are you not most killed?" inquired one. "Oh. no," smiled Walter, politely, "I always come down so.--Detroit Fnt Press. A Bad Practice. "What is the prisoner charged with?" asked a Dakota judge of the man who made the complaint. "He drew a revolver and tried to shoot me while we were playing a game of poker." "What made him do it?w "He was trying to convinoe me it was all right for him to have four aoeswhen J had at least one myself." "That's enough," replied the judge, excitedly, "I sentence him to ten years hard labor!" "Hold on," put in the* prisoner, "ain't you sentencing me for pulling that gun on pretty slim evidence?" "The sentence isn't for that, but for claiming there were five acestn a pack of cards." "But you haven't any more evidenoe on that point." ; - "I don't need much evidence--I know it is one of you tricks. I have played , poker with you myself and you tried the same game on me and I said then I'd gej; even with you and I have. Mr. ; Sheriff, take charge of the prisoner. I'll see if this pernicious habit of run­ ning in a cold deck can't be stppped. . The hope of this country is in the purity of the game."--Estelline Bell. Where the "Best" Is Spoken. The best French is always spokait lit Paris, where there is an inimitable accent which makes law. The best ^ English is certainly spoken in Dublin. The best German is spoken in Vienna, although I always liked the Dresden ^ articulation. In Florence they speak the best Italian, but the Romans pro- ; nounce it better. Lingua Toscana in bocca liomana. I never heard more L musical English than from the lips of educated New York ladies, and there is ; a peculiar charm in the old French 5 spoken by the pretty women of Que­ bec.--Montreal Gazette. No ONE need hope to rise above his T present situation who suffers small things to pass by unimproved, or who :: neglects, metaphorically speaking, to pick up a farthing because ft is not * . ahilHng '4 •4 M ••A k J ^ ' ;