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iiAmrt oinuk BY KA&'*. DKKtSOK. Must* from hia pla>, Swith tear* unal»d; mamma, id, aorta, aad they** Jnatltt̂ you'd eat 60 all these mil'able j cloae, close to my brfaat, la toba with a a gh and a smile, • heart was as ill at rest •»» *wvught of the past the while; Moat I htw those ringlets, half silk, half gold. That lovingly ovar Illy fingers I roiled * lot the baby kisaea andwilea; 11 had mv baby gone far away > Mast I look in vain for his dream-like smilM, A£d#atoh )IIHI no more at bis play? "or©all him my "wo dimpled pearl of pearl*," While I stealthily fondlei the hated curia r I liftthem gently--my boy, my pet, ed to ' shorn Still sobbed and still clamored haye.them Hii checks ww like scarlet. his eyea were wet, Aa ho lisp, d of hia playmates' scorn : •od my own eyes were heavy with unshed tears, Aa the ahintng tresaea fell off the theirs. It waa done--my darlfne no longer wept, But proudly held up his head as he ran. "See ! uow you can't call me a dirl any mora; , My curls are all gone--l's a man 1" Vr4 ; poor little manikin, what did ho care j? s That my tears fell hot on that glistening hair? E*.. , I laid them aside in a carven bpx. - Those living tresses of amber glow, ' jL i And I look at them now with a yearning love, Though my locks are as white as the snow; ' ; And thay straighten and spring into apirala Of 1 gold " At the touch of my tremulous hand, aa of old. K;s'C-1- •••' . * i,: "• And I think of tha haad which they clustered %A-'> soft, i- Of the tearful voice and the wet bine eyea; wi ; And 1 wlat if his ringlets are grown again, In hia beautiful home in the skies. yjj"« » My baby 1 hia triumph was brief as wild-- He died on my bosom a little child. ' if ', 1 had dreamed mv dreams of the coming man, proud, high'dreams, but they never led f1 *> *' So high as the heaven to which he has gone. i,V , -. Or stooped to that narrow bed ; ** 4, Biey were full of glory, untroubled by pain-- 'A,'! 1 Now God has the glory, and he has the gain. >£>•-- '• And I sometimes see through the open door p\ r", My darling, my baby, my pearl of pearls t g,' ' Bis hands outstretched and hia shoulders hid " In a cloud of golden curls. 'i?*4 Ah! mo, theno tres*es will nevar grow gray, *j,f VM iny tears fall like rain aa 1 hide them {&• away. : * iiftlfli'i Companion* . r m m: I oak* MI Hm dbeir opens ̂ - Itotheboxaii' _ of Mk Mad I **j voice said 'halt!'and a tall ghost-like Lilian anc ̂ Tom Burchard son» Oat form advanced from"---- and come down the path toward me. I We do not wait for the remainder of In an instant I step oat of the path, ! the weird tale. There Is a general deeper into the shadow of the friendly rush for the opening where we entered, oak. And as they pass me, near enough ; the girls all scream, and each tries to for me to touch Lilian's dress, I hear j be the first one out Tom whisper: "I have something to tell jon, Lilly, dear, and I must tell you to-night; I hope" They pass through the gate and out of hearing; so. feeling utterly crushed, I tarn my steps toward home. Slipping my arm around Lilian I draw her closer to me, and bending my head, whisper: "Don't be frightened, darling, I will take oaro of you." But Lilian is very much frightened and clings to me convulsively, and I Two weeks from that day I returned can feel her slight form tremble. I re- ahmm umm <»*!, Wt &' • W& ;• AT THE PICNIC. f Iff JKFFIE FOSBUSH HAXAFORD. Do I love her? "If a man does not lore a girl why should he seek her so­ ciety daily, talk nonsense to her every ! chance he gets, and nearly bankrupt himself to keep her supplied in choco­ late caramels?" I remember having road that some­ where, and it all flashes through my ; mind as I lazily swing back And forth in a remarkably comfortable hammock, under a large apple tree in the orchard. The day is exceedingly warm and sultry, and I find this peaceful abode, with the addition of my cherished cigar, very desirable. "She is very pretty," continuing my mental soliloquy. "Yes, decidedly pretty," remembering her dark eyes, so full of sparkling life, her glossy dark hair, her cherry lips and merry ringing laughter. But--do I love her ? That's the all-important question. Here I so far forget myself as to fall asleep, regardless of my cigar, and the danger in its close proximity to my carefully-treasured mustache. "Down the shadowy lane she goes. Happy little maiden." ^hus sang a clear, sweet voice, as • its owner, closely followed by a big V: Newfoundland dog, entered the orchard :. by a little side gate and made straight ' lor the hammock under the cool, shady %•:] trees. As the first words of the song reacfc ; t . my ears I open my eves, and flitting through the trees I see the object of my thoughts, pretty Lilian Earlford, her p cheeks flushed with exercise and ~$¥.P. health, and her hands full of blossoms.j Sere I discreetly close my eyes and fe|gn sleep. Nearer and nearer she v comes, until, all of a sudden, the sweet sojng dies on her lips, and I know that I am discovered. Do I love her? The question again : -Agitates my mind. At this moment, fortunately for me, ; Carlo gives a loud bark arid dashes away after an imaginary rabbit, and of h { course I immediately embrace the op- _ portunity to "wake up;" that is to say, Q I open my eyes. But alas! Lilian is nowhere to be , seen. I lift my head with a gesture of impatience, ana look to the rightand left, but am not rewarded by even a glimpse of her dotted white muslin. But the hammock has no further at- !v I tractions for me. So I gather myself %":-i up as gracefully as the occasion per- nuts, and pulling my hat over my eyes with a savage jerk, make straight for ! the little gate through which Lilian v had come. Where has she disappeared to? Why did she leave in such haste? | ̂ Was the simple fact of my being pres- .< , . ent disagreeable to her? -"v."" Each of these questions demands an si'^v answer. Still 1 keep on my way re- • gardless of where my steps lead me, jj|/' ; when all of a sudden 1 hear the sharp bark of a dog. I hasten my lingering i':~. steps and soon I can see in the distance jL * < Lilian in her dainty w hite muslin and fluttering blue ribbons. I makeup C; ' , my mind at /mce that I will join her |»J".' ' and--but hark!. She is not alone. AB §L • I'm alive, that detestable Tom Bur- chard is with her, and she is smiling up t'; J into his face as she says, "Why, you £>'• see, Tom, I haven't got the shawl, fa ; Well, I did go for it, but Mr. Clayton jg|r ^ was asleep in the hammock, and so pi' ~ rather than disturb him I did not get fi;. : ̂ it, for--" with a merry laugh--"the ^, «hawl was in the hammock, too." ip Tom laughs good-naturedly and an- swers carelessly, "Well, never mind, S^k Fair Lilly," at the same time takes pos- Si :* session of one of Lilian's dimpled ^ 1 white hands, and helps her to a seat |i> ^ ' Reside him--having first spread down his handkerchief. ; Yes, I am quite decided now, and ^ _ there is no hesitation this time. I love p, her, and in all probability she loves Tom. For didn't she call me formally J '"Mr. Clayton," and speak to him as "Tom?" I tarn away and walk very rapidly in the opposite direction. "Miserable" doesn't half express my feelings on . this memorable occasion. I love Lil- Ip, lian and Lilian loves Tom. Alas! for p> * human nature, all too quick to jump at gif conclusions. fp1'; The next day and the next pass and K I do not once see Lilian. On the II *, evening of the third day I determine to see her and hear from her own lips if there is any hope for me. •fc,! * am 8°ing away for a week or two iMl'- on a fishing expedition, expecting to fw" * 'he next day. Bnt I cannot go , without bidding Lilian good-bye. :ts' So at precisely seven o'clock I start "4, io call on her. The question "Do I E', love her?" had been satisfactorily eet- 0'-f tied; and now the question that tor- 2r*t ments me is, "Can I win her love in re- iturn?" Taking a short cut through M'fAj "the orchard I hasten alongr and even -feel an inclination to whistle. My a. spirits are certainly rising. I open the front gate softly and pro- g«ni up the gravel path leading to the home and deposited my fishing-tackle on the front steps. I enter the house, and on opening the sitting-room door, come face to face with Lilly. How the bright blushes come and go at my unexpected appearance! My sister, Edna, accepts my brotherly kiss, and hastens away to get me some refresh­ ments. Lilly has commenced putting on her hat, and seems in a decided hurry to get away, or, at least, it ap­ pears so to me. "Lilly," I say, without looking at her. "Do not be in a hurry, wait five minutes, and I will walk home with you." This is how it happens that I am walking by her side on the way to her home. The quiet evening shadows are commencing to fall; and in the houses as we pass the bright lights twinkle. After a most prolonged silence, I as: tonished myself as well as Lilian by Saying in a'tragic whisper, "Lilly, I «m going away." The pressure of her little hand tightens on my arm, and she looks up quickly as she says, "Why you have only just returned home, Frank!" Yes, I know," I answered, my heart turning completely over at the sound of her dear voice pronouncing my name. "But I am going away again, and I can't say if I shall ever return." Oh!" says Lilly, and again silence reigns supreme. "Ye?, I am going away," I begin again, desperately, "and before I go I want to offer my congratulations, and hope you will be happy with the man of your choice." I cannot see Lilian's face. But I can feel her hand tremble, as, with a little gesture of impatience, she an­ swers: "Thank you, Mr. Clayton, I am always happy. Good-night." By this time we are close to Lilian's home, and before I am aware of her intentions, she disappears through the gate and I find myself standing on the outside alone. "Lilian," I call, but*receive no an­ swer ; so I am obliged to return home completely disgusted with myself. Two weeks have passed away. Two very uneventful weeks. For during that time I have not once seen Lilian. There is to be a picnic to-morrow at "Glenwood Grove," and every one is delighted at the prospects of a day in the woods. I am almost happy myself, for the reason that Tom Burchard is away and will not be present, and I can see Lilian. Now a wild idea has entered my head, and without waiting to consider I start off to call on Lilian and offer my­ self as her escort to the picnic. As I find myself in sight of the house, my heart misgives me; I have not seen her since the night she left me so uncere­ moniously at the gate. Suddenly I re­ member that I told her I was going away, and I have no excuse to offer for not going. However, it is too late to drawback now, for Lilian stands not far from the old-fashioned rustic gate without her shade hat and her hands full of scarlet poppies. She is look­ ing unconsciously in the opposite direc­ tion ; but I feel sure, by the quick turn of her head, that she has seen me. So without any outward show of hesitation I smilingly wish her "good morning." Half expecting a refused, I politely re­ quest the pleasure of her company to the picnic. To my joyful surprise she answers, "yes," with a smile so bright and win­ ning that I long to clasp her in my arms and tell her of my love. Fortunately I realize that this is scarcely the time or place to speak of love, so I thank her for the pleasure her acceptance has given me, and de­ part. Now the day for the picnic has ar­ rived. It is a lovely morning. There is a golden haze that gives promise of a warm summer day. There are ten couples of us, and it is decided that we all go in one large con­ veyance. Every one seemed in the best of spirits, and amid a general con­ fusion of voices and merry laughter we are at last on our way. Some one remarks: "It is a pity Tom Burchard is away, as he is always such a jolly fellow for a picnic." I glanced quickly at Lilian and im­ agine she looks unhappy. Probably on account of Burchard's absence. However, if she feels unhappy it does not make her less fair to look upon. She is dressed in white, her favorite color. I find myself growing deeper in love, and am conscious of a firm determination to win her in spite of fate (Tom Burchard representing fate). In the woods at last, we find it deli- ciously cool. The bright green of the trees is very refreshing, and the hush and stillness is broken only by the twitter of the birds or the quick scam­ per of an astonished squirrel. After selecting what we consider a sufficiently secluded spot, the baskets are deposited on the soft carpet of moss, thickly studded with little acorns. Lilian assists in spreading the tables cloth under a large tree, and every one frantically ' offers assistance. At last all is in readiness and we proceed to eat of the good things prepared for the occasion. As a matter of course there are the usual number of mishaps common to lunches served in the open air. Salt is used in place of sugar; and a large spider is discovered seated contentedly on top of the chocolate cake, while it would be impossible to number the flies that embraced the opportunity to commit suicide in the milk and tea. This only adds to the general hilar­ ity ; for what would a picnic be without these little mishaps ? At last lunch is at an end and the dishes are replaced in the baskets. Some one suggests that we explore a large cave at the top of a rather steep bluff on our left, and offers to lead the way if we will all promise to follow. Of course we all agree, and are soon on our way. The cave Tracy Kent has reference to is large enough to allow us to enter, so we follow Tracy, and find ourselves in a large, roomy space, dimly lighted by a ray of daylight that creeps in through the opening where we entered. "There was an old miser once made this his home," said Tracy, "and the story goes that he died here all alone of starvation. Several years after his death, two hunters, on passing, stopped and entered. In one corner they found a little iron chest, open, and full of gold, sad near ii lay u:e dceletcm of k assure her with loving words, while my heart beats rapidly with the great pleasure I experience at having her so near and feeling that she does not re­ pulse me. It seems an eternity before it comes our turn to leave the cave, and Lilian draws a breath of intense relief when she finds herself in the open air again. Once on the outside,every one laughs at the story that caused so much con­ sternation in the cave, and all agree to a race baok to the place where we loft the baskets, and instantly start at a quick pace down the rather steep hill­ side. "Let us rest here a little--it is so awfully hot," 1 suggest to Lilian, and we seat ourselves on a moss-covered stone, under tha shadow of a large rock. Isn't it delightful here?" Lilian says, leaning back against the rock and removing her large shade hat. The wind blows the curls back from her face, and the unusual excitement has deepened the roses in her cheeks. I instantly decide that she never looked prettier. Without waiting to consider what I am about to say I clasp the little hands so near my own and press them to my lips. All I say is: "O Lilian, my darling, I lor® yott- I love you!" Lilian does not look astonished, and she does not draw her hands away. My heart gives a tremendous thump and then stands still. "Oh ! I^illy, dear,can you not love me a little?" "No, it is impossible," she answers, and for the first time a thought of Tom Burchard crosses my mind. Of course, she loves Tom. What an idiot I am! "But, " continues the soft voice, while the blue eyes I love so well are raised to meet my own, "Frank, I can love you a great deal, if that will satisfy you." Only an instant and she is in my arms, and I am assuring her that I am the happiest man in the woild. "And you do not love Tom?" I i|sk PROSBNTLY "What, Tom Burchard ? Why, .don't you know he is engaged to my cousin, Belle Earlford?" "I certainly did not, T reply. "But am sure I wish him much happiness aB long as it isn't my little girl he is en­ gaged to. Oh! my darling, I was so jealous of Tom." "I know it," says Lilly, demurely, then we both laugh. The ride home by moonlight is thor­ oughly enjoyed by all, and there are no troublesome questions to torment me. They are all satisfactorily answered at last, and I am happy. I not only love Lilian, but my darling loves me. Sword Practice In India. The quiet dweller in Europe will scarcely believe the prodigies per­ formed in sword-cutting by these coarse, ill-looking bits of curved metal, costing frequently no more than Is 6d to 2s. I had shot numerous wild beasts, when I was told by an expert that my hunting education* was very deficient, as I could not handle a ; scimeter to stop my game. I was told to exercise continually on a pillar of j soft clay, and thus acquire the drawing cut at the proper part of the blade; then on a pillar loosely stuffed with cotton; then on a newly-killed wildcat or jackal, kneaded previous to the practice by the feet of a heavy man till the carcass became a loose, soft mass; then on a great pond carp, a fish clad with heavy, horny scales, like elastic mail--considered an A1 feat to test man and sword. My first trial at this experiment resulted in a triple fractuie of the good blade, sundry scales flying through the air uncut, only dislodged; then the artistic tour de force at paper cones placed on a table, and muslin thrown up to a height--all manner of strange and difficult tasks, which, being only ornamental, I forsook for the use­ ful and more easy decapitation of fierce quadrupeds, beginning with a wounded wild hog of full growth, and on essay­ ing the sloping stroke behind the ear sweeping off the head nearly, that im­ portant part dropping between the fore feet. Not long before I had seen a bold young Ghoorka princeling dis­ mount from his elephant, leaving it standing to await his return, and foS low on foot alone an immense boar he had wounded with his rifle. On near- ing the powerful brute it champed its foamy tusks to charge. He drew his kookre (or Nepaulese sword) and as it sprang at him the blade was buried across piggy's back, all but severing him in two parts!--English Mechanic. Now Ton See It and Now You Don't In an Illinois city within fifty miles from Chicago, there is a hotel where the service at table is notoriously bad. It can be improved by the use of tips to waiters, and guests of the house know it. A drummer tells how he got a satisfactory dinner at the hotel. There is something familiar about the story, but it is good enough to tell. The drummer sat down at the table and managed to get a waiter. "Pete," said he, taking a big silver dollar from his pocket, and putting it under a goblet turned upside down. "Yes, sah," said Pete, affably, "I Bees it." "Well, now, you hurry around and get me just as good a dinner as you know how and don't keep me waiting." Better service than the 'drummer had could not be desired. The meat was just what he asked for, the vege­ tables fresh and daintily set before him, the courses followed each other in rapid succession, and when the guest had finished he was satisfied. "Pete," he said again as he laid his napkin beside his plate," do you see that dollar?" "Yes, sah," said Pete, with expecta­ tion in his eyes. "Well, Pete," remarked the drum­ mer as he removed the goblet, "take a good look at it, for youll never see it again." Then the drummer pnt the coin into his pocket and strolled out of the room, while Pete kicked his chair so far un­ der the table that it took a requisition on the Governor of the adjoining State to get it back.--Pittsburgh Chronicle. THERE is no place so high that an ass laden with gold cannot reach it.-- Bojat. * Few people realise how large portidn of the intemperance oj time is duo to poor food. The oter tasked system seeks tha deceptive re­ lief of stimrflsnts to make up for the laok of strength whioh it should get from food. Of course this is a terrible mistake in the end. The effect of stim­ ulation passes away, leaving the sys­ tem more exhausted than before and crying for fresh stimulant to take the place of that whose strength has been exhausted. The worst of all is the itimulant gives no nourishment. It is constantly borrowing, and compound­ ing interest at that, and the end is a system either hopelessly wrecked or so debilitated that it can only be recruited after months of living on correct sys­ tems of eating and drinking. A great deal of this debilitation which seems to call for stimulants may with healthful stomachs and good digestions be avoided by cooking and preparing the best strength giving kinds of food for hard working men. Wives have themselves partly to blame when their husbands go wrong in the matter of stimulants. Havd they provided the nourishing, strength giving foods de­ manded by hard workers in a time when extraordinary muscular exertion is necessary? If not, they cannot be held wholly guiltless of the almost in­ evitable result. The housekeeper should seek information on this impor­ tant subject and govern the cooking ac­ cordingly. Of course the husband is largely to blame. He Bhould not, however, when pressed _ beyond his strength, seek refuge in the delusive stimulation of alcoholic drinks. Affirmatively he should guard against any such need by providing in due time the food that will give strength against the labors of the day, liayfield and the harvest. Those, despite the saving of labor by improved harvesting implements, are still the most critical periods for hard­ working farmers. Happy are those who provided against this time by sow­ ing last spring successive patches of green peas to be used during the busy season. There is probably no more strength giving food at this season thqfi green peas cooked in milk. They are appetizing, healthful, and strengthen­ ing. So also are green beans. Theaeaare probably the pulse on which the Hebrew children fed when we are told that they were fairer and better look­ ing than all who fed on the King's meat. The strength-giving foods, however, are not by any means limited to these green and palatable vegetables. Dried beans contain a great proportion of al- bumoids, and we never saw a hard­ working man or woman who would not relish a dish of these if properly pre­ pared. Oatmeal, with milk or sugar, is quite as good, and perhaps for most appetites better adapted to warm weather. Milk alone is always good for workingmen, and if given as a drink between meals will furnish strength for the laborers of the harvest fields and do away with much of the seeming necessity for stimulants for Overworked laborers. Much of the cooking for workingmen is pernicious. Fat meats, pies, cake, and pastry are all, with potatoes, per­ nicious, because not essentially strength­ ening foods. They are carbonaceous, excellent for giving heat and making fat, but these are not required in warm weather. The people of Ireland have doubtless lived far too much for their own good on the potato. The natural result has been an immenso amount of drunkenness and deterioration of physical and moral character. As the potato did not give strength to work, stimulants were resorted to. The Scotch, living on oatmeal, also use stimulants, but with less deleterious effects physically than the Irish. The truth, however, is that in Sootland as eating oatmeal has gone out of fashion the drinking of whisky has oome in. The cure for reliance on any stimu­ lants is necessarily slow, for while urg­ ing the men to deeds requiring the greatest strenght, they are necessarily debilitating. It requires time and patience to counteract the effect3 of a debauch continued for days and weeks, because the strength giving food does not act immediately like a stimulant. But when it is learned, as it should be, that proper dieting is the best remedy against improper drinking, the most important step will be taken in a much- needed temperance reform. -- Ex­ change. ' What the Dying Umpire Said* A base-ball umpire lay dying, tt appears there was lack of tender usage, tnere was dearth of friendly cheers, and a player stood beside him as his life's sands ebbed away, and bent with rapt attention to hear what he might say. The "croaking" umpire faltered as he took the player's paw, and he Said: "Old boy, IW gbing; you'll miss my tuneful j ay. Say to all your brother players who were once dear (?) friends of mine: 'If they cheek the man who runs the game, expect they must a fine.' Tell the pitcher of your base­ ball club--I think his name is Mike-- that he can't expeot each ball that's pitched to be declared a 'strike,' and he mustn't scowl and show his wrath or make display of gall, when the hired man behind the plate shouts forcibly 'one ball!' And just whisper to your brother not to pause when ball is caught; such breaks as that will change a man's decision not a jot. Besides," he said (his glossy eyes were wet with tears of brine), "they cannot gTumble if they get a reasonable fine. Tell your 'coaeher, who at first or third is wont to take his place, not to open up his fusillade until a man's on base; and, furthermore, if captain, I would warn him to desist, for he makes the people tired, and *he never would be missed.' Tell the fellows that an umpire's only human, after all, and they can't ex­ pect him not to err sometimes in games Of ball, and the only way we hare to keep recalcitrants in line is to 'sock it to 'em' gently with a 'tenner' for a fine. Say to all the members of your club, whene'er disputes arise, that it hurts one's feelings to be told direct that he lies ;-and, also to the fellows three who occupy the field, to hold their ground, because, be sure the nmpire will not yield. This wordy warfare only serve < to causes delays in the game. You may hound the umpire most to death, but he'll 'get there just the same,' and he'll make cold shivers 'chassez' up and down each kicker's spine by passing around among you all a souvenir in fine. Tell the mouthy men, who make re­ marks while seated in the stand, that their witticisms and chestnuts, are no time in demand; that umpires cannot always rule in favor of their team, however strange or startling this asser­ tion may seem, and cries of 'rats' 'put 'em out' and 'umpire, how is that?' dis­ gust all lovers of the game--are silly, 'stale, and flat.' Such people should in dungeons be, and there be made repine, t ̂ all tha ,-,-r--J must detest while --„ ball. Pre done my best to the patrons of the game, and if I til judgment sure my heart was blames Pre only this request to make when I am laid away, that you'll think of what I told you in the games you'll often play. Soon M quit this sphere of sorrow for a land that's more divine, where the umpire gets a square shake, and there's no more need for fine."--St Paul Globe. The Art or Selection in Fiction-Writing. The difference between realism and idealism, looked at from one point of view, is merely that of selection. No novelist can set down everything which would oocur in a given life; and frqm all that goes to make up mortal exist­ ence, what shall be chosen ? The real­ ist would perhaps say, "The average;" the idealist certainly would answer, "The significant;" or if the former ac­ cepted the reply of the latter, the application would in one case be to the outer, and in the other to the inner, life--the result in praotice being that the realist, once more to appropriate a happy phrase from Mr. James, contents himself with "the mere dead rattle that rises^forever from the surface of life." Realism, in a word, concerns itself with how human nature appears; art, with what it is. , It is the accidental versut the essential. The novelist has really little to do but to suppress these facts and details which do not directly bear upon the point which he wishes to bring out; but this very suppression is regarded by the realist as an exaggeration, and as suoh is hateful to him. He strives for the confusion, the obscurity, the dull sense of baffled vision, which meet us in real life, and he ignores the fact that even in observing life we select and ex­ amine events and sequences of cause and effect by isolating them in the mind. The realists seem to have per- : suaded themselves that they are doing in fiction what the Dutch masters did in painting. It is as if one, perceiving the great cleverness and fidelity with which details are rendered in the Dutch paintings, should ignore the fact that it is not for these things, but for the portrayal of light and of color, i that the pictures exist. When Teniers ; or Jan Steen paints the shop of a : butcher, or a scene of vulgar debauch­ ery in a tavern where drunken downs assemble, he renders everything with a literalness which would be dry and brutal realism alone; but these masters never lost sight of the fact that the in­ tricate delicacies of light and of color were the language in which they were speaking, and that their art was an ap­ peal to the imagination. The man who sees in the Dutch school, with its sub­ tile and suggestive gradations of values and of tone, its delights of atmosphere, dusky or golden-tinted, of transparent mists, of lucent shadows, only the force of outer veracity, had better go and join himself to Peter Bell, and the strong bonds of mutual sentiment ought closely to unite the two realists!--Arlo Bates, in Scribner's Magazine. Engraving Upon Egg*. The art of engraving upon eggs is connected with a curious and little known historical fact. In the month of August, 1808, at the time of the Spanish war, there was found in the patriarchal church of Lisbon an egg upon the shell of which was announced the approaching extermination of the French. This fact caused a lively fermentation in the minds of the super­ stitious Portuguese population, • and came near causing an uprising. The French commander remedied the mat­ ter very ingeniously by distributing throughout the city tnousands of eggs that bore engraved upon them a con­ tradiction of the prediction. The Portuguese, greatly astonished, did not" know whett to think of it, but thousands of eggs giving the lie to a prediction engraved on one enly had the power of the majority. In addition, a few days afterward, posters put up on all the street corners pointed out the manner in which the miracle was performed. The mode of doing it is very simple. It consists in writing upon the egg shell with wax or varnish or simply with tal­ low, and then immersing the egg in some weak acid, such, for example, as vinegar, diluted hydrochloric acid, or etching liquor. Wherever the varnish or wax has not protected the shell, the lime of the latter is decomposed and dissolved in the acid, and the writing or drawing remains in relief. Denkeys in Fall Dress, Mr. Boyd, in his acconnt of the town of Guayaquil, on the west ooast of South America, mentions one very curious feature of its life and general appearance. We are used to seeing nets over our horses in the late sum­ mer, but such an outfit as. is required in the tropics must Btrike the stranger as ludicrous. The donkeys are numerous in the town, and are used for carrying every­ thing, from baskets of fruit to car­ casses of butcher's meat. In the morning a string of them may be seen trotting through the streets with a load of fresh meat from the slaughter house, which is situated out­ side of the town. They are all pro­ vided with coverings round the fore­ legs, like ordinary trousers, and with a protection over the ears against^the mosquitoes. Certainly the Guayaquil donkey pre­ sents a most ludicrous appearanoe, as seen in full dress, especially if his garment is embroidered, as it some­ times is.--Youth's Companion. She Didn't Like It. A well-known author was traveling on horseback in the West and happened to stop for the night at the little cabin of one of the "old settlers." Among the half-dozen books that the cabin contained the traveler was delighted to find one of his own most popular books. In a sly way, for which he was properly punished, he sought to elicit a compliment for himself. Picking up the book, he said: "Ah, I see von have one of Blank's books here. Do you like it?" "Like-it?" repeated the mistress of the house. "It's a book my man was wheedled into 1 uyin' on a railroad train, and it ai t wnth shucks. I'd rather have had 10 cents' wuth of pea­ nuts or a prize package of candy than fiftv sich books as that." The author kept his identity con­ cealed, but his chagrin manifested it­ self in a sudden determination to ride on to the next house before stopping for the night.--Youth's Companion. IMMORTALITY will oome to sioh as are fit for it, and he who would be a great soul in the future must be a great soul now.--Emerson. THE Japanese make cheese fnrtn beans and peana ' v < li "More than tWo*thft& «f the deaths itom poison could avoided if men and women would aaly eoquaint them­ selves with the simple remedies always at hand in every well-regulated house­ hold." The speaker wss a house surgeon at a city hospital. "I see the names of six persons on this record of mine whom I know might have been saved had their friends and police known what to do," he continued. "All six persons died because too much time was lost in notifying the police, calling an ambulance, and in getting the suffer­ ers to the hospital Paris green, rough on rats, and laudanum seem to be the favorite poisons for suicide. For fiwh of these poisons an antidote can be found in almost every household. The chief points in cases of poisoning are to encourage vomiting, and thus get rid of the substance; to counteract the poisons by antidotes and to check death by the use of stimulants and artificial respiration. "Rough on rats is simply arsenic. Hardly a day passes but some one sui­ cides by its use. If on discovering that this poison has been taken the sufferer is given one or two raw eggs, and the eggs, are followed up with large draughts of tepid water into which a tablespoon- ful of salt or mustard has been thrown, the stomach will usually throw the poison off. These, supplemented by a dose of castor oil, sweet oil or milk to offset the action of the poison, will usually save the life of the patient. The same treatment is the one to be followed when paris green, opium, morphine, paregoric, or laudanum, is the poison used. When opium, morphine, paregoric, or laudanum is swallowed, it is Well to give a cup of strong black coffee after the emetic, to apply cold water to the head and neck, and to prevent sleep. These poisons represent the majority of those taken by accident, or by persons intent on suicide. When tartar emetic is taken, after encouraging vomiting, it is well to give milk and strong tea to drink. When poisons like mineral acids are used--such as aqua fortis and oil of vitriol--after an emetic solutions of soda, magnesia, and even of plaster scraped from the wall can be used with good effect. Oxalic and carbolic acid calls for the same treatment after using a little flour and water, the white of an egg, or castor oil in order to protect the gullet and walls of the stomach. When poison like caustic potash, soda, or lime is used, administer vinegar, lemon, or orange juice in water, emetics and oiL If phosphorus is taken, like the end of matches, for instance, keep up the vomiting and administer big doses of magnesia in water. Oils in such cases must not be used. For cor­ rosive sublimate administer the white of an egg, flour and water, or milk, and then the emetic. In poisoning from chloroform or illuminating gas, let the patient have fresh air, loosen the cloth­ ing and dash cold water about the face and neck. "All of these antidotes are, as a ruler always at hand, and if used will almost every time save the life of the patient greatly facilitate the work of the physi­ cian when the case comes under his care.--Evening Sun, New York. Titles. We do not wonder that Horace Greeley declined having the. "Honor­ able" tacked to his name, for titles are nowadays a perfect drug. Most of those who can, use the genuine article, while many others content themselves with counterfeit dignity, behind whioh their name basks in grandeur, like a hog on the sunny Bide of his sty. We saw a handbill some time since which announoed that "Jabez Willoughby, Esq., more universally known as the Necromancer of the East," would per­ form some sleight of hand tricks in some country village, tickets 12£ cents; and the supernumeraries of our thea­ ters (who are now called "auxiliary ladies and gentlemen") will soon be an­ nounced on the posters as "the Hon. Messrs." and "the Ladies." "Men" and "women" are much rarer than Fejee mermaids. A contemporary publishes the follow­ ing wholesome comment on "Titles," addressed by Gen. Charles Lee to Pat­ rick Henry, when the latter was Gov­ ernor of Virginia: "There is a barbarism crept in amongst us that shocks me extremely. I mean those tinsel epithets with which we are so bespattered; 'his excellency' and 'his honor'; 'the honorable' presi­ dent of some "honorable' convention. This fulsome, nauseating cant may be well enough adapted to barbarous monarchies, or to gratify the unadul­ terated pride of the magnifici in pompous aristocraoies; but in a great, free, manly commonwealth, it is quite abominable; for my own part, I would as lief chew bitter aloes, as be crammed with 'your excellency,' with which I am daily pestered. How much more true Siginity was there in the simplicity of address among the Romans! Marcus Tullius Cioero, Decimo Bruto Impira- tori, or Caio Marcello Consuli, than in His Excellency, Maj. Gen. Noodle, or in the Hon. John Noodle! My objec­ tions are perhaps trivial and whimsical, but I cannot help stating them. There­ fore, should I sometimes address you without tacking on "your excellency,' you must not esteem it a mark of per­ sonal or official disrespect, but the re­ verse."--Charles Lee. Bright Prospects. Gus Snobberly is one of Gotham's fast young men. His tailor sent word to him the other day that he must oome and see him about his bill. He called and found the man of the shears busy at his desk figuring up accounts. "I really cannot understand why you do not pay me my little bill. You had a good salary and* it has been raised," said the tailor. "Yes." "And you promised me faithfully that you would pay me out of the amount you saved from your extra al­ lowance." "Precisely." "Then you have lied to me, for you haven't paid me the first red cent" "I haven't lied at all. I simply haven't saved anything from my extra allowanoe. When I do Til pay you. Your prospects, my dear sir, are brighter than they ever were before." --Texas Sittings. How Arabs Carve a Fowl. The Arabs know how to carve a fowl without having the bird migrate all over the table and finally land in the lap of one of the diners. Five Arabs seat' themselves around a large bowl of rice surmounted by a fowl. Two seize the wings with their fingers and two the legs, and simultaneously tearing these off, leave the carcass to the fifth. It is probable that they draw lots for the honor of being the fifth. It must be a bad omen to have six men at the table when a fowl is carved in this fashion-- that is, bad for the sixth man if he is tfoad of fowL--Norristoum Berald, Tm night air may te bed, tmi Ik isn t so bad as the night "tear." BoucuutTLT has no partner. He op his plays on his own "hook." , MONEY is m tde twice; a man makiH it, and then his wife makes it go. THE Czar is called his August m* jesty, because he reigns in a summary manner. ' THE sign "Beware of the dog" is nft hung up "that he who runs may read# but "that he who reads may run." THE coat-tail flirtation is the latent A wrinkled coat-tail, bearing dust to# marks, means: "I have spoken tp* your father." "I GIVE my word tia truth J tell Eay who protest* toomuolk; ",,, But many a wight ' « ' t>ecoyod by frigLt "• J." -",, Rons off without his crntofc. ' ' v"*!V *, --Sifting». A DKIVEB of a street-car recently called out to a green conductor,"Switch off!" find instantly nineteen out of the twenty women ' in the car put their hands quickly to the back of their heads. THESE ire several ways of making bustle--of newspaper, of wire, or othdr material. But the largest sized and most complete bustle i3 made by the small boy who lets a live rat loose in>a sewing bee.--Tares Si/tings. j A RUSSIAN named Skrzcypczywsijzi^ vich, living ip Campbell*County, re­ cently lost a blooded colt worth $200. He had his farm fenced with his nam# and the colt ran into it and cut his leg! all to pieces on the "z's" and "k's."-<~ Dakota Bell. ^ "HAVE you a magnificent wardrobe ?* the manager asked, addressing tha actress who had just applied for an en­ gagement. "Why, no; I've no ward* robe at all. I'm in the burlesque line, you know." "Oh! I see. All right "~ Boston Courier. "EXCUSE me, sir," he said, "but ya§ < are something of a reading man, are you not?" "O, yes, sir; I often read half, the night through." "I thought so. I am seldom mistaken in judging charae* ter. You have a passion for literature, I suppose?" "Not exactly; I'm * proof-reader.--New York Sun. ^ A MICHIGAN girl while picking black* berries met a blaok bear among the briers. She turned to run and tore her dress on a brier ao as to expose her patent wire bustle. The bear, mistaking the bustle for a circus cage, struck for tall timber, leaving the girl to go with­ out hugging until a dry-goods clerk closed his store at 9 o'clock the next evening. The girl, at last accounts, was improving.--Newman Indepenfr enL OMAHA Girl--O how awful! The idea of going as a missionary among those wild tribes. Cornell Student--- The idea seems to be quite popular. Thirty-five of the present students at Cornell have decided to go. "But how can young men reared as you have been have the courage to go among' savages to live?" "O, we're not afraid of savages. You just ought to be at... Cornell some time during a oane rush.* --Omaha World. HEK FATE. Young Spriggins fell madly in love, , ; : But the maid whom be wooed would not m&J He called her hia "pet™ and his "dovo," ' "I, But in Tain for her favor ho plead. S , "I never shall marry," Bald she, "A man with a nameinch as yoora; 'Mrs. 8priggins' I never will be So long as this old world endures 1" Bo Sprlggy rushed off in despair. And drowned himself--silly young fooli For the hard-beaited girl didn t care-- Hard-hearted girls don't as a ruld. But alas t now she's toothless and bald, . , :1; And her pride had a terrible fall; t,; "Mrs. Spriggins" she never waa Oalled-- ' For nho never wan "Mrs," at all t 4- --Journal of Education. AN editor of a5 country paper having been invited to a picnic on a day when his paper had to go to press, called the boy who set the type and said: "Tom, I'm going away to-day and haven't time to get out any more copy. Take my article headed "Party Organization' and run it again, putting over it 'Repub­ lished by request.' When the editor returned from the picnic and took up a copy of his paper fie became justly ii#« . dignant upon reading the following: "Party Organization. Republished by request of the editor."--Arkansaw Traveler. One of the Tallest. "Talkin' about narrer 'scapes," said the old prospector as he took a fresh chew of tobacco, "in the fall of '79me1tt Boro Bill 'n John Fawcett wuz prof* spectra' on Baldwin Creek, Nevada. As we had some purty fair prospects we built a cabin 'bout two miles below old man Chapman's sheep ranch, calculi- tin' to spend the winter. Grizzlies wufc thicker'n fleas on a dog them days "in them parts, and they was killin' Chan- man's sheep. One mornin' Big Biij, who was herdin' sheep for Chapman, cum t' our camp and said that they hai| killed a dozen the night afore, so Faw­ cett said he wuz goin' to take our Win­ chester and try and get a pop at 'em. We told him he was a fool, but he was young and bull-headed and wouldn't listen, so me'n Boro went up to mine while John went over th© hill huntin' grizzlies. Me an' Boro hadnl been workin' more'n half an hour when we heard three shots, then a yell then two more shots, an' we lcnowed . John had found 'em. We lit out in tha ' direction of the shootin' on a dead ruu. As we raised the hill across the gulch we seed a grizzly bigger'n a four-year* old steer a sailin' through the scrub pines. We hunted fer John fer more'n an hour, an' finally found him layia* longside of the biggest grizzly I eve* seed. The b'ar was deader'n a nit; while John, poor fellow, had all his in- sides chawed plum out'n him and could only just whisper. Two dead sheep that the b'ar was a makin' his breakfast from when John tackled him was lyiu* thar, too. Boro wanted to stick John's in'ards back, but I knowed they was so chawed up they wouldn't grow, so I just whipped out my knife and cut . the entrails out of one of them she0D and stuck 'em into John, and we tote! him back down to camp. Fnr TJOUI three week it was nip and tuck, and it looked fur awhile as though tuck would have it. But John was young and pesky, and he finally pulled through, and inside of three months he wag sound as a dollar, 'ceptin' he had a* hankerin' fur grass."--Denver Rep ubli' can. The Kaiser to Lire Fire Team. A letter just received from Gastein gives a very reassuring acoount of the state of the German Emperor's health. The writer, after remarking that his majesty will perhaps owe the prolonga­ tion of his life to this visit to his favorite watering place, goes on to say that he walks sprucely--far better than most old men of seventy-five or eighty. Hit does not lean on the arms of his attend^ ; ants, but he is a little bent. The writer adds* "The Emperor's physician tells me that he is decidedly better than he was last year, and that it is not only • possible, but probable that he will live five or six years longem^^hioago Herald. w £ ' fit? J&je - « " ' . -+dk..\ •. --V .. 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