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' The season at Island Park was about -over, yet still they lingered; she, be- . -causeBhe loved the picturesque retreat, sand because Leslie Wayne was such $V • jplMnnt company; he, because he wor- ••ff, jshiped at her shrine, and thought !V' ;Ceyle Davis the most perfectand beauti- r,f' ; iful of women. Her gray, expressive f'? 1 \1®y®s had captured him long ago, and her smiles still held him a most willing g .-. " prisoner. . Leslie Wayne was poor, but he had ST.. wuch a wealth of devotion to offer her I??, that he fondly hoped to satisfy her jf*k' . 'with this one great love of his life. He C-- -was a briefless lawyer now, to be sure, f|§fe ibut he had ambition and a promising future, and would some day shine in his profession; then even Ceyle would be proud of him. • They were wandering among the r the flowers and fountains on the island . listening to the songs of birds and the >plash of tlie water; the mellow strains 3;;« . of, "Bonnie Doon* floated to them also * .from the deck of a little boatat the ' landing. "X am tired," exclaimed Ceyle, with 8A, a gesture indicating weariness; "tired of j^T-". this. Let us sit down here," indicat- ; ing a rustic seat by the water with one daintily-gloved hand, "and wait for the |? ?> return of the boat. It will not be gone , more than half an hour--only to y Spring Beach and return." mf. ' "Nothing loth to do her bidding, Iieslie suddenly remembered that to while away thirty minutes beneath the oool maples was just the thing to do. V"I shall be lonesome enough, I dare •. . cay, by this time next week," remarked Ceyle surveying the toe of her elegant 1 slipper, and wondering what Leslie g •ouid find to say in reply. He sat still, very still, watching the |~V epray sifting pearly mists down over an „ Inanimate cupid. Would she mind his lack of this world's goods if he spoke . now? He was not poverty-stricken, IHV -and then there were his aspirations; «l; lie had told her of them and she seemed interested; aye, pleased. He ;ijwould risk a confession; even a flat re- S;; fasal, bitter as it would be, were better jfe than to go away in uncertainty. So he «sid: "And I shall be utterly desolate f* without " "Without what?" queried Ceyle, her fuse flushing slier htlv. not with an an Bwering Impuls?, but with satisfied "vanity. "Without you," 1M answered,bluntly. **I believe I shall never be happy again •way from you, Miss Davis." It was said now; the confession was made, and he sat looking at her with «U the anxious, earnest love of his soul 4ihiaing in his expectant face. Surely she had been kind; surely she would eo continue. Poor Leslie! he had heard of the coquette, but had never fallen a victim to the wiles of that interesting per- >fOB*ge before. She was beautiful-- the coquette generally is; Miss Davis, Xedie could have sworn at that mo­ ment, was the embodiment of all that ia counted good, beautiful, and true-- yea, true; but she speaks: "Mr. Wayne, l am .quite sorry that you feel that sort of friendship for •me " " 'Friends!: ip!" For heaven's sake, /Miss Davis, doift call my soul's adora­ tion friendship!' If you are sorry that I love you, say so, but use no mis- Homers, I beg of you, and add insult the wound. Oh, Ceyle!" He had risen; a strong, handsome " man who had battled willingly with opposition, and hurled many an ob- vtruction from his pathway without shrinking. But this--this was different. : He shook like an aspen, and his face outrrivaled the belated lotus blossoms on the fountain's rim in whiteness. Must he stand this? He must. There was no use suing for favor Ifrom one who could answer thus lightly, after having encouraged so long. la; Jea, Ae had regretted IMF If it had not heett fb* his potttfty--but her parents had taught W, and «x- pected her to marry wealth and posi­ tion ; and society applauded this teach- ing, so what else had there bean left to do, unless she chose to fall out of rank socially ? Put within the solitude of her desolate, society-ridden life she had solved the problem herself, that pov­ erty of purse was not, nor ever could be such a curse as poverty of soul. If she only could make him believe that die loved him, and had only been in fear of opposition; but that would but prove the cowardice of heart Oh! it was awful, Ceyle could attest, to wreck one's whole life to please the dic­ tates of society in the kingdom of shoddy. The Tabernacle was crowded with eager auditors, and Ceyle Davis sat close to the rostrum, with wildly beat­ ing heart. The speaker was a little late, they said, owing to the detention of the train. Hark! that was the whistle. Now in a few moments she would sea him! see Leslie. Ah! there he comes, and the loved form came through the crowd, which made way for him re­ spectfully. There was the same kindly face, she had only remembered in ite whiteness of love's deep agony. But who was that with him? Such lovely, richly-dressed woman? It must be--the crowd grew dim and whirled around Ceyle, and she clutched the seat in front of her fov support. She must not give way like that; peo­ ple would talk. Yes, she heard Leslie introduce the beautiful woman to the managers as his wife. There was no mistake; she had caught every introduction of that loved voice, and could not be mistaken. She must be dying, but she must not die here; somebody would guess why-- he might imagine, and he must never know. At all hazzards, she must bear her living death, as he had borne his once. No, she must do even better than Leslie had done; she must not even acknowledge a wound, although the shaft had cleft her soul. Some one wanted to pass through the crowded isle. Ceyle got up mechan­ ically and gave them her seat and then went out She never could have been brave enough to have sat out the half hour. No; God pity and forgive, she would go then. On and on ahe wandered aimlessly until she found she had crossed the bridge connecting the island with the city. The roar of an incoming train fell on her benumbed sense and she gave a start. Yes, here was the depot, and that was the homeward-bound train. Why not go home? Cousin Marie would bring her trunks if she said so. She would; she would say "suddenly called home," that would do. Marie knew what to do, and the train had come. When it left the city it carried Ceyle with it, the most silent, white-faced lady in its coaches. "Ah! why home so early, my dear?" questioned old Money-bags, who had dogged Ceyle's steps for six months, for a favorable answer tor his suit. "I gue'ss I couldn't stay away from you so long," Bhe answered with a terri­ ble lie on her soul aud a sickly, frozen smile on her colorless face. But old Money-bags was so overjoyed that she seemed to care for him, that he failed to notice her shudder, and almost re- ooil from him, when he took her cold hand. And, when the wedding was an­ nounced, society said "Miss Davis was one of the favored and lucky women," but many were puzzled to find Ceyle such a cold, proud, heartless woman after marriage. And Leslie Wayne read the notice of her wedding in a society journal, and remarked to himself, "she has made it win." iCV" wa-She sat looking placidly into the "ter. To be sure there was just a little twinge of pain at her heart, and a faint blush of quiet on her perfect face that •she had trifled with such an honest, earnest man, but what could she do? He was not wealthy, had no income, and only a profession, and but begin­ ning in that. If he had been a monied man, why then it would have been dif­ ferent altogether, for otherwise he was just the oae she should have chosen for ~a companion. i k il was not to be thought of. She liad had a very enjoyable time at Is- and its pleasure rested mainly with the handsome, intelligent lawyer before her. "You will not alter your decision ?" 3ie asked, pitifully. ~ "No." ' Then would to God we had never jnetl I sincerely hope, Miss Davis, >tbat you may never have the least com- Grod^by " °°Qceniing your decision. "Good-by, Mr. Wayne," she said, ^Mttiy, ana m a moment mord he- disappeared among tlxe trees. ^ * • w : w Was aKain the fashion- We resort, the season having opened Sr^i effort18® °f 8UrI)a38ing »n7 driftei back earlier WISH usual. She somehow felt a strange ^ only *here they bad strolled together once again, if no aiore. Ah! there was a deeper motive for bw punctuaUty tlmn that merely. Ceyle had fondly hoped to meet the •a* influential lawyer, the Hon. Xealie Wayne himself. He had won lame and fortune in his profession by an unparalleled stroke of genius and •was now the M. C. from Ohio. ' 'His name was down on the program tor a lecture in the Tabernacle, and til® would pot miss hearing him for •nytfeinic. The compunction be men- The Minister's Reason for Borrowing. Peter Brooks' maxim was that the whole value of wealth consists in the personal independence it secures. A New Ycrk merchant named Porter had a clerical friend between whom and himself existed great intimacy. Every Saturday night a note would come to Porter from the preacher, requesting the loan of a five-dollar bill. The money was always restored punctually at 8 o'clock on the ensuing Monday morning. But what puzzled Porter was the fact that the money returned was always the identical money that was borrowed. One Saturday evening Porter sent a five-dollar gold piece instead of a note and marked it. Still the very same coin was returned on Monday. Porter became nervous and bilious over it; he could hardly sleep at night for think­ ing about it. He would wake his wife in the middle of the night and ask her what she thought about the strange thing. He was fast boiling over with curiosity, when a note came from the reverend borrower one Christmas eve, asking for ten dollars. A bright thought now strnck him. He put on his overcoat, resolved to call and demand an explanation of the mystery. When shown into his friend's study he found him plunged into the profoundest melancholy. "Mr. B,." said he,"if you will answer me one question, I will let you have that money. How does it happen that you always pay me the money you borrow on Saturday night in the very same coin or note on Monday night ?" The preacher raised his head, and after a violent internal struggle, as though he were about to unveil his soul's most hoarded mystery, said in faltering tones: "Porter, you are a gentleman, a Christian, and a New Yorker. I know I can rely on your inviolable secrecy. Listen to the secret of my eloquence. You know I am poor, and when, on Saturday, I have bought my Sunday dinner, I have seldom a cent left in my pocket. Now, I maintain that no man can preach the Gospel and blow up his congregation properly without he has something in his pocket to inspire confidence. I have, therefore, bor rowed $5 of you every Sunday, that I might feel it occasionally as I preached on Sunday. You know how indopend ently I do preach---how I make the rich fellows shake in their shoes. Well, it is all owing to my knowing that I have a $5 bill in my pocket. Of course, never having to use it for any other {>urpo8e, it is not changed, but invari->ly returned to you. But to~morroio George Law is coming to hear me preach, and I thought I would try the effect of a fen-dollar sermon on him." --Enqlish Publication. HOPE is the ruddy morning of joy, recollection is its golden tinge; but the latter is wont to sink amid the dews and dusky shades of twilight; and the bright blue day which the former promises breaks indeed, but in another world, and with another sun.--Ricliter. HE has carried every point who has mingled the useful with the agveeable. One of the meal ittjrartaat adjnaeta of ife* service of the Union cause dar­ ing the Civil WarwaslheCMifltal Ooipa of the army. This corps had engaged in it some of the brightest minds, and many old soldiers and their comrades of the corps, whoee names do not bear in a large degree the impress of fane, but who contributed as largely to the great cause as others whose duty led them into the thickest of the battles, will remember their hazardous service as heralds of approaching danger to the army, which was often invaluable to the Union forces and equally as disastrous to .those of the Confederacy. Signaling was known and praotioed in the Greek and Roman *wars. The signalmen were called fire-swingers. Hannibal at Agrigentium swinging fire told the progress of his operations as our torchmen did. By Napoleon, and in the Crimean War, signaling was used to advantage. The Indians of North America have long used means of signal communication. However, to this country and to this age belong the credit of developing this branch of mil­ itary art to that state of perfection which has inspired the English, Prus­ sian, French, Swedish, and other na­ tions to adopt signaling into their armies as a part of a soldier's training. This development has stimulated in a great degree and was incidental to the introduction of the electric telegraph, which has so recently come into such universa, use in modern military opera­ tions. The telegraph uses a code of signals which may be transmitted in such a variety of ways--by sounds, by sight, in flashes, and motions, in so many variations--that the applicability of a system of signals was apparent The person giving the greatest stimulus to military signaling was Dr. Albert J. Meyer, who, before the war, used mili­ tary signals with troops operating in the Navajo Indian country, and with expeditions in the Rocky Mountains. The character and success of signaling at this time, as furnished by the re­ ports of the several army officers, afford a splendid commentary upon the use­ fulness and possibilities of tbis comj paratively untried branch of military art At the breaking out of the war the work then under Dr. Albert J. Meyer, who afterward became a Brig­ adier General and Chief Signal Offi­ cer and the organizer of the present Weather Bureau, was transferred from the Indian country to the Potomac and as fast as signal parties could be organ­ ized they were located at observatory stations, so that soon the whole seat of war in Virginia was under the glasses of parties who could report the move­ ments of the enemy. Before the end of 1861 the Signal Corps had done valu­ able service at Port Royal. The Con­ federates had used it with astonishing effect in July, also during and before Manassas. Its utility was recognized, especially in its application to prevent losses by collision of friendly troops. During these two years experiments with signal apparatus, visual signaling, and movable telegraph field trains was pushed with the greatest activity. All this time the service in the Signal Corps was done by officers detailed from regiments. Signal duty was cer­ tainly dangerous and performed under peculiar hardships. There was no rest for the signal offioer from the first movement of the army until it returned to' permanent quarters. Its duties necessitated watchfulness day and: night; scattered widely over extents of country on lonly stations; hurried singly or in small parties from point to point miles distant through a hostile country; kept near the enemy on the advance or retreat; stationed beyond picket lines; with scouts or skirmishers to reconnoiter; placed with batteries to report their shot?; obliged to hold their prominent stations in battle under penalty of disgrace; exposed day and night, in heat and cold, snow or rain; serving on horseback and on foot, on ship and on shore; in tree?, on moun­ tain tops; seeing all the untbouglit-of hardships of war, with few of its pleas­ ures. The first field telegraph used by an army of the United States was brought into use at the battle of West Point, Va. This field telegraph train was a light structure on wheels carrying reels from which could be spun our insulated wire. Telegraphic instruments of the magneto-electric pattern, devised by Mr. Beardslee, a new invention, were used. The working current by a pile of magnets formed a part of the instru­ ment, thus requiring no battery or fluids. The letters of the alphabet were marked on a dial at each end of the line. The work was simple and within the grasp of any soldier.--St Louis Po8t-J>i8patch. Han's Clothes. The clothier stopped to pick a piece of lint from the coat of a reporter with whom he was conversing and smoothed a wrinkle in the collar. After being thanked for this missionary work, he ran his eye down a long row of tables piled with trousers, coats, and vests of every style, size, and texture, and he said: "Men dress better and cheaper now than they ever have since Adam's first attempt at tailoring. A fellow may be in rags, and in 20 minutes, by expend­ ing $50, he can become as well dressed as any man in the city. He can get fitted out as a very well-to-do business man for less than half that sum, in the same length of time. But say he gets the very best suit of clothes ne can buy ready made--of the best cloth there is, lined with silk, the latest style, and made as elegantly as possi­ ble--it will cost him $40 to $45. The very best ready made suit can be bought for that price. Then he will pay $3.50 or $4 for a hat; $1.50 for a shirt; 25 cents for cuffs; the same for a collar and the rest for a pair of socks and one suit of underwear. A pair of shoes would cost from $3 to $6 extra. He would then look as well on the street as it would be possible for him to look." "Willi ready-made clothes on?" broke in the reporter. "Or with any other kind," said the clothier. "The art of ready-made wear has reached that state now where the work is as good as if done 'special' to order. ni hadfWsn measured f<* it I |i>?e been to the . $&*;: twentj*i#»e years. When t first went was mighty little in the business. Few peeple who had monev to gst'flothes tnaae but did so, and the ready-made stock was kept over from season to season, and Were sold oheap to people who could not afford better. Now, you can find everything, from your shoes to your collar, right on the shelf, and you will be fitted as if your measure had been taken. Every quality of cloth tnat is used by the oustom tailor in filling his order is used in ready-made wear. Our best suits are of the same cloth as his best suits. They are of the same material in every respeot; cut by the same plates and made by as good workmen. It has come to be so much the custom to wear ready-made clothes that but few are left over from one season to another.-- Washington Star. v Poetic Justice. s An old drummer asked: "Did yon overhear of, poetic justice? Lat'me give you an instance. You've never been on the road, so maybe you will not enjoy the story quite as much as another drummer would; but to give you a little insight into the real es­ sence of my tale you must know that the ordinary cross-roads storekeeper has an indelible idea that he is a man of great importance. Therefore, when an ordinary traveling salesman comes in, even though the house ho repre­ sents may be able to buy out the store­ keeper a dozen tim$s and then make a petty cash item of'the transaction, he receives him at his due convenience with a patronizing and condescending air that is gall and wormwood to the drummer, but which he bears as one of the concomitant evils of his oalling. However, to get to the story. "Last week I was awaiting the con­ venience of one of these 'aristocrats,' whose store is in a small inland town in this State. While I was patiently put­ ting in my time on a convenient chair a gentleman, carrying two grips similar to those used by drummers, entered with a business-like air and putting his luggage upon the floor began to make a minute inspection of the contents of the show cases. The autocrat was ar­ ranging his window and now and then casting an interesting glance into a dressmaker's workroom opposite. He paid no particular attention to the new arrival, supposing him, as he afterward tearfully remarked, to be 'only a drum­ mer.' The stranger glanced at him several times and was plainly growing impatient. Finally he evidently de­ cided that he had waited long enough, and, with a muttered exclamation that he couldn't buy anything if he wasn't shown anything, he seized his grips and vanished through the door before the astonished jeweler could recover his scattered senses. "They were still more widely scat-' tered when, a few days afterward, he learned that his competitor a few blocks away had sold the stranger a pair of diamond earrings and a two- carat stud. Now when a drummer comes into his store the autocrat's obse­ quious manners almost make the vis­ itor's hair stand on end in astonishment. --Jewelers' Weekly, Chinese Glass Making. The Chinese in Hong Kong manage to turn out a considerable quantity of glassware of various kinds and of fair quality, with the minimum of imple­ ments and a plant the most inexpen­ sive. True, the material in general use is old glass remelted, for which ex­ pensive furnaces and apparatus are not indispensable The crucibles used are small, rarely exceeding in capacity 200 pounds. These are set in a furnace stoked from a small opening in the side. About three hundredweight of coal is used in melting one crucible of glass. The tubes by which the molten glass is collected from the pot are per­ ceptibly lighter and shorter than those used in America. After being blown, the glass is annealed in a small sqnare pit containing ashes and straw, the lat­ ter being speedily converted into ash by contact with the heated glass. The moulds used are made of clay, and are often very ingeniously devised to meet the varying indications required. When taken from the crucible the operator does not marver the lump of molten glass by rolling on a flat, iron slab, as is usually done. They have, in fact, no marver's tools or other ap­ pliances usually Been in glass-blowing establishments. A small trowel-shaped tool of iron, clay moulds, and a few iron tubes constitute the Chinese glass- blower's whole stock in trade. The above relates to Chinese glass-blowers alone, of whom there are many in the colony, but there is a large plant for the manufacture of glass owned by English aud foreigners in Hong Kong, which has all the modern appliances, but is not now at work.--American Cultivator. "Force of Example. Western Thief--Any luck lately ? Eastern Thief--Several of us made the slickest kind of a haul last week in New York. We entered a vacant house in broad daylight, loaded everything of value into a wagon and drove of, with the neighbors and policemen standing around and thinking it was all right. "Gee Welliken! Don't see how you managed ?" "We got a horse end wagon, put in a lot of tools, rigged ourselves tip in overalls and blouses to look like work- ingmen, drove up to near the place, asked a .policeman where Mr. Blank's house was, he went along to show us, and the neighbors seeing that thought it was all right." "Fine work. How did you come to strike on that plan ?" "Well, we thought that if these old politicians could get so much boodle masquerading as workingmen maybe we could too."--Omaha World. Yalne of Good Credit. A celebrated gambler, of graceful ad­ dress but notoriously bad character, meeting with a merchant of the highest reputation for honor and veracity--one of that exalted class whose word is as The'mo3t artistic tailors in the good as their bond--observed to him: country are now making clothes for "Sir, I would give $50,000 for your sale ready made. A few years ago good name?" ready-made clothing did not amount to so much. It was not ai well put up. There was an impression that you could tell it on the street, and there was a prejudice against it. Dressy and fash­ ionable men would not wear any article of clothing that was not made espe­ cially for them. Now it is becoming an almost universal custom to get fitted from stock. Some of the most par­ ticular men in society prefer ready- made clothing, because it is just as good and cheaper than what they have to order. The progress of civilization i« ft is. the aae of v - V . > • . . : \ V • * - Why so?" asked the wondering merchant. •••" "Because," replied the gambler, "I could make $100,000 out of it." CsHfttrBE and criticism never hurt anybody. If false, they cannot harm you, unless you are wanting in char­ acter ; and, if true, they show a man his weak points, and forewarn him against failure and trouble. ' HUMANITY must have her saints and heroes to oomplete the work of her tho IfMrtfc, M lapKA ttair up fta« the Exprt^Mto^isit this Wand, whish ocmtaiu . tiw only mine of rock- on thisooa^WOtThehdand takes its name from Bayon Petite Anse, in which it stand* it farina part of the ulantatious of the Avery family. One of the visitors to the mines ex­ plained to Mr. Ely that there was a belt of saliferous deposit in Louisiana extending from Boeaier and Bienville parishes, above Red Biver, to the Gulf. The largest of these deposits appears to be the beds of ancient exhausted lakes. Salt springs were known to ex­ ist on Petite Anse Islands from the earliest date, but the works were aban­ doned until the blockade during the war raised the price of salt so high in the Southern States that Major Avery reopened them for the use of the Con­ federacy. It was at this time that he came unexpectedly upon the enormous stratum of pure rock-salt which under­ lies the soiL Like the Island of Or- muz, in the Persian Gulf, Petite Anse is apparently only a huge rock of salt The mines have now been in oper­ ation about twenty years. The salt is excavated in large masses by blasting with dynamite. It is so pure that it is prepared for the marked, not by melt­ ing and refining, as in the English mines, but simply by grinding into the requisite grades of fineness. The na­ tive crystals detached by blasting are as clear and translucent as glass. Mr. Ely went down into the mine, and wandered through its far retreating corridors, whose pillars and lofty arches shone with a Boft silvery radi­ ance. When the lights of the torches struck into the darkness overhead, the domes flashed back such splendors of color that it seemed to Mr. Ely as if he had entered one of the caves under­ ground where the Trolls have stored all the jewels of the world. "This is all a surprise to me," said one of the visitors--a stout professor from some college in Indiana--as he stepped from the elevator into the upper air; "I actually did not know, there was a mine of salt in the United States." "And yet," said their guide, quickly, you have no doubt used our salt on your table for years. We ship it to every large town in the North and West." This little island of Petite Anse fur­ nishes pepper as well as salt to our. tables. Tobasco or the distilled cay­ enne dear to the hearts of gourmands and chefs, is manufactured here out of a wild pepper peculiar to Lousiana. Two or three fields produce enough of the cultivated pods to send their es­ sence to all parts of this country and to Europe. It is one the numberless minor industries which have sprung into life throughout the South since the war, and which hint at the strength and vitality of that long sterile soil.-- Rebecca Harding Davis, in Harper's Magazine. 5 ' W'r Courtship in Greenlaiilik The preacher is invariably resorted to, both by young men and maidens, as the matrimonial agent. A young man comes to the missionary house and says to him, "I want to marry." " Whom ?" asks the missionary. "Have you any one in mind ?" "Yes," onswers the lover, "but she will not have me. 1 want you to speak to her." "Have you not spoken for your­ self?" "Many times, but she always says •No.'" "That is nothing," says the pastor; "you know the ways of maidens. Does she like you?" "It is difficult to find out. She will tell you." The pastor accordingly sends for the girl, who oomes willingly enough, knowing what the message means. "Well," my daughter, he observes, "it is time you should think of mar­ riage." "I^iever mean to marry," is the in­ variable and conventional answer. "That is a pity," says the minister, "because I have a good husband for. thee." "Who is he" she asks. The missionary then tells his name-- although she knows it as well as he does--and launches out into the lover's praise. He is strong, good-looking, kindly, he caught two fine whales when his companions took none, or whatever else can be said to his repute. Ait :r the catalogue of his merits has been given the girl replies: "But I think him good-for-nothing." "Ah, well, says the missionary, "thou art not wise. There is no lad can fling a harpoon as he can.. I shall soon find him a wife." He then wishes the girl a good day, affecting to believe that the interview is over. But she is sure to linger, and after a blush and sigh Bhe whispers: "So it is particularly your wish, Herr Pastor? I do not quite like him," with a deep sigh, "but if you----" At this point she virtually hands over the busi­ ness to the minister, who has to tall her that she knows she loves the lad; that she would not have come if she had not thonght of accepting bim, and that nothing is wanting but to ask the blessing of God upon their union. The marriage, curiously enough, usually takes place upon the very day on which the bride has emphatically protested that she will never have the bridegroom.--Manchester Courier, Wives of the King of Anam. An heir-apparent has just been born to the throne of the somewhat troubled kingdom of Anam. The mother of the young prince--Queen Hoang-Qui-Phi-- is one of the youngest and most attract­ ive of the hundred or so of wives whom his majesty Dong-Kalin has taken to his bosom. These ladies are divided into nine classes and all maintained at the cost of the state, but with divers degrees of dignity according to their rank. Each day a batch of thirty of them mounts guard over the private apartments of their lord and master, while five others attend to the details of the royal toilet and assist the king to dress himself. He is perfumed by one, his august finger-nails are trimmed by another, and a third adjusts his head­ dress. The seraglio of the king of Anam is chiefly recruited from among the daughters of the officials of the court or of private individuals who are, anxious for the privilege of freedom from taxation. The wives of low de­ gree are allowed to marry after the death of their husband, but those of higher rank are oompelled to spend the remainder of their lives in watch­ ing and praying at the royal tomb.--St. •James' Gazette. "AWyet," said he, "it is altiaost as good bathing weather as it was two months ago." "True," Baid she, "but then there is nobody at the beaches to see you when you are going into the watefe"---itosfcm Cowrssr. Of if not Hi thai, of his exe6«t&n. Tfcere is A •QwtMh) JBQfflBQf . W < WBICS 'wWwfj Utllv would b«the«aiM* by beoomin* uni­ versal. Thus the poet and the painter may each profit by a full ana exact study of the facts of natural science. But then the artistio benefit de­ pends on the aubjeet being studied not as a aavant would study it, merely f6r the precise knowledge, but for the sake of poetical or pictorial aspects, rela­ tions, and suggestions which the facts present. So true is this that one is hardly go­ ing too far in laying it down as aoanon that a painter ought to be a good rea- soner on the canses of natural phenom­ ena, and that a painter ought not to be an authority in the realm, say, of purely historical and ethicaHliscussion. The lives of great men often show us a strange and perverse inclination to break through the bounds of their domain. More than one man of un­ doubted genius has, it is averred, ex­ pressed regret that he had not at­ tained distinction in some other line than his own. Wolfe, when aotually ®n8aged in his last crowning feat of generalship, said that he would rather have written Gray's "Elegy." Goethe, not satisfied to be the great­ est of poets, was ambitious to become a savant as welL Such facts appear at first sight to contradict our theory that superlative performance of any kind implies a corresponding concentration of impulse. Yet the contradition is only apparent We may be sure that Wolfe--who, by the by, became a sol­ dier soon after he was 13-- was, on the whole, more passionately desirous of military than of poetic distinction, just as we know that in Goethe the poetic was the most potent and permanent. Such occasional roving ambitions may mean nothing more than that the great man, like the small one, is apt to over­ estimate what lies beyond his reach, or perhaps that he, more than common men, is aware of the limitations that hem him in, and is now and again dis­ posed to rebel against them. --Gentle­ man's Magazine. How a Sioux Dies. In 18811 was huniing some horses in the broken country west of the Big Horn River. I had ridden all the morn­ ing over a country that was strange to me. About 11 o'clock I crossed a plateau, and was surprised to come suddenly to the edge of a canyon the exhistence of which I had not even sus­ pected. In the canyon was a stream with clumps of cottonwood timber along its banks, and in one of the open spaces was an Indian lodge. The In­ dians tliat hunted in that country were peaceable, but the war was just over, and the Sioux were feeling very sore. If they were Crows or Arapahoes I might get some information about my horses. I lay down and watched. No .smoke came from |he tepee; no one Imoved around it; half a dozen ponies igrazed a few hundred yards distant. There was not even a dog, which looked rather suspicious. After wait­ ing live minutes I knew no more than at lirst. Suddenly three white tailed deer came from the timber and walked leisurely across the opening. Then I knew the camp was deserted,. aud the strangeness of it startled me. I mounted and rode down to the creek, and straight to the tepee. I threw back the flap, and 1 shall remember what I saw until death. In the center of the tepee was spread a bufialo robe and on that robe were guns and scalps and many arrows; and, Bitting cross- legged in a circle around the robe, were six braves of the Sioux Nation. All were in their prime--all decked out in war paint and each one held a bow and arrow in his hand. On every face was an expression of calm indifference, as of one who neither suffers nor enjoys, neither hopes nor fears. The faces were those of dead men, and the small­ pox had marked them with its awful mark. They took their misery with their heads up, and even the horrors of the disease could leave upon their hearts no stain of fear, upon their brows no mark of suffering. And this that their god might judge them men, and fit them to their camps forever in the groves and green fields of paradise. --Correspondence Washington Star. A New Puzzle. Mrs. Blauchard was entertaining some friends in the parlor one evening, when she heard a small voice she knew so well, saying: "Please excuse me, mamma.% Then Bhe saw a little figure standing in the doorway in white gown, with tangled curls and bright eyes, too bright for 10 o'clock at night, thought Mrs. Blanchard. Midget ran across the room to the refuge, that had never failed her--mother's arms. "Mamma, dear," pleaded the little night owl, "I just learned to-day how to tell you I love you in such a beauti­ ful new way. Please, may I show you ? I'm so 'fraid I'll forget by morn­ ing." Midget held up her dim­ pled fingers. "Now, everybody do as I do," she said glee­ fully. "Hold your thumbs together so, now the next fingers the same way, but the next to that you must double in tight" She held her chubby fingers in this position, the palms together, the thumbs lightly touching, also the fore­ fingers, but the second fingers folded in so that her rosy nails and the dimples that stood for knuckles touched, then the third and the fourth fingers met at the tips as the thumbs and forefingers did. "Now," cried Midget, in great delight, "how far can you go from nurse?" and she parted the thumbs as far as they would go. "Now how far from cook?" and the forefingers went apart. Then in suppressed glee she care­ fully explained, "You must skip the folded fingers and go to the next. Now how far can you go from your dear, sweet mamma?" she cried in great triumph. And odd it was that those queer little fingers would not separate, and the more you tried the closer they were, not Midget's tiny fingers, but papa's strong ones and Judge Mills' wrinkled ones. As long as the second fingers are held in bond­ age the third ones will not separate. Try it.--Christian Weekly. ^ , Sufficient Proof, f<*. Counsel (to witness)--¥#&• say, madam, that you were a member of the household at the time of the de­ fendant's birth? Witness--Yes, sir. Counsel--And were in the house at that time ? Witness--Yes, sir. Counsel--You can swear to that posi­ tively ? Remember, you are upon oath! Witness--Yes, sir. Counsel (with a look at the jury)-- What proof can you offer that yon were present when the defendant was born? Wltnasa --I'm his mother.--Puck. ' • >. V w, BAOTHLOB'S hanl-a wife, when h« fnfct* frnft ' MOXXT iuat now ia like many MAT' who have ft-olose. GAITS cooked on a rifle range ougfcl to suit ail old hunter.--Texa* * ings. THERE is a story going around of a New York dog which eats taoka. It probably aroae from his having been • seen to bite his nails. "MAMMA," said a little boy, as he left his bed and crawled into heir's one night, "I can go to sleep in your bed-* I know I can; but Fre slept my bed all up." A CUT in Church: Minister--And there were "Giants" in those days. Young lady (to New York baseballerin a whisper)--I wonder what olube de­ feated them.--Puck. JONES got married the other day, and this is the notice he put up on his shop door: "Closed on account of the con­ jugal association of two individuals ®< different sexes."--Judge. "WHAT, to you," she asked, la dreamy accents, "is the most beautiful thing about the sunset?" He thought some time and then replied, "it re­ minds me of supper."--Burlington Free Press. DISGUSTED Tailor--Say, now, Mr. Duff-Skinner; don't you calculate to pay your bills, anyhow? Impecunious Dude--Aw, me deah fellah, if I had any bills, donchan know, I'd pay ya& one with pleasure. --Boston Beacon. "WHENEVER I attempt to write a par­ agraph," says a well-known English journalist, "a dullness springs up in my mind." And upon reading one of his paragraphs a dullness springs up in the readers mind.--Arkansaw Trav­ eler. ST. PETER (to applicant)--What waa your business when on earth? Appli­ cant--Editor of a newspaper. St. Peter--Big circulation, of course ? Ap­ plicant--No, small; small; smallest ip the country. St. Peter--Pick out yott* harp.--Epoch. CUSTOMER (getting measured)--How much are these trousers going to coat me? Tailor--Twenty-two dollars,sir. How many pockets do you want in them? Customer--None. I won't need any pockets after I've paid for the trousers.--New York Sun. MR. PUFFER (who has recently struck it rich)--Pete, I am going to get you a coachman's livery; what do you think of that ?" Pete (who had been "hired man" for years)--Yes, sah, I would like it very much, sah. It would distinguish me from de rest of de family, sah. "PA," inquired Bobby, who was read­ ing the paper, "what is a stony glare?" "It is the expression which comes over a man's face at church," explained the old man, "when the contribution-box is held before him, and he has neglected to provide himself with 10 cents i|K change." . -» AT the breakfast-table she asked hfm for a little change. "I haven't any, my dear," he said; "nothing",but a $10 bilL" At the supper-table she made the same request "I haven't a cent," he re­ plied. "Why didn't you get that $10 bill broken, John?" she inquired. "I did," he answered with an intonation Of sadness."--New York Sun. FATHER--Who are the leading men in your class at college, Tom ? Tom- Let's see. There is Ed Pender, can curve a ball around two posts. Tom Smith can kick nine feet and two inches high, and Andy Jordan can throw any man in the University. Our, class is going to make a brilliant rec­ ord, father.--Burlington Free Press.' GOOD Citizen--I have called, sir, to see if you cannot use your influenee against monopoly. Jay Gould Editor--. Really, there is no monopoly, no mlK nopoly anywhere. "The railroads have conspired to--" "No conspiracy at all, merely an agreement" "The specula­ tors are cornering the necessaries of life, and--" "Mere report, sir, noth­ ing of the kind has been done." "All sorts of manufactories are forming 'trusts' to rob the people."Only try­ ing to make an honest living, that's all." "And to-day I hear that the man­ ufacturers of shears have formed a trust" "Great Scott! This thing has got to stop."--Omaha World. , * ; V'! >^§11 ."J • v: r4 1 -• ' tm Scientific Yiews of I It is perfectly true that no one ever heard of a snoring savage. In fact if the wild man of the woods and plains does not sleep quietly he runs the risk of being discovered by his enemy and the Bcalp of the snorer would soon adorn the belt of his crafty and more silent sleeping adversary. In the nat­ ural state, then, "natural selection" weeds out those who disturb their neighbors by making the night hideous with snores. With civilization, however, we have changed all this. The im­ pure air of our sleeping rooms induces ail manner of catarrhal affections. The nasal passages are the first to become affected. Instead of warming the in­ spired air on its way to the lungs and removing from it the dangerous impur­ ities with which it is loaded, the nose becomes obstructed. A part of the air enters and escapes by way of the mouth. The veil of the palate vibrates between the two currents--that through the partially closed nostrils--like a torn sail in the wind. ' The snore, then, means that the sleeper's mouth is partially open, that his nose is partially closed, and that his lungs are in danger from the air not being properly warmed and purified. From the continual operation of these causes--the increase of impure air in sleeping rooms and permitting habitual, snorers to escape killing and scalping --some scientist has predicted that in the future all men (and women too) will snore. It goes along with the de­ cay of the teeth and bald headednesfL --Fireside. Beautifying Hemes. JL Writer on the art of beautifv^f homes of the humbler sort shows now they may be made handsome for small cost. The parlor may be stained the color of cherry very suitably, provided it is a large enough and light enough room for such treatment If it is a small room and not well lighted, it would look better if stained to resemble foreign satinwood or old boxwood. Dining rooms look best in oak of a -warm, luminous golden shade or the golden brown of antique oak. Do not attempt to stain in color of walnut, but rather in cherry of natural finish, or mahogany. Olive green makes a good background for walnut furniture, an<jl is harmonious with old oak woodwork. If ycur parlor woodwork is stained like mahogany, geagreen or royal blue tiles will be handsome, or buff tilea with blue decorations. Don't get cherry too red. A good way to get this color, if the wood is pine, is to stain it with transported red to a natural cherry tone. With cherry woodwork you can have low-toned yellow walls, terra- Jnll tilna /» f>1jvfl gTiflTl ' wwyfx _ ** 4; A v ... s-•x ." VXJK.'Jsr"