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enrgflaiudraltt small window panto. A small oongre» gation is gathered to worship. The clergyman is offering the morning prayer. Let us listen : "Oh, Lord, God ol the storm and of the sea, shield and protect the tempest- tossed mariner by thine omnipotence. Grant him a haven of safety and a har­ bor of refage." Suddenly the clang of bells breaks in. It is the village alarm that a vessel is on j the rocks. The minister closes his brrath of Sp ing , . i prayer and dismisses his congregation, ^thlnr °r a VOrna' th 18 * * They rush to the beach. : Look! Half a mile out, in the fog, ^ m"Srsl0d°r8 ! nDder the low scudding clouds is the ~ "" "" ~ 1 * * \-rigged vessel. See her to her ropes and spars. •apravate the>fnrnace, Jim; 'tis cold m . wreck of a bark-rigged vessel > % loeian t hey#K crew clinging to her ropes «hik<> the giiinmertog re#* ftwn *<»wr; while the %aves are washing over her fita«en of Ktinlit hatr . r . decks. r. Jim run out aud cut it thtough that big snowbank there). % Htm SLYKE, Editor aatf PaMkM* \ iMmrRt, - " - ILLINOIS. Jd.- LI' , , I." „ . ..JB &T vf Al| HONEST SPmNa;PO|p^'5' BY 8. v, po:,s. . .'V •'•••g-'y •wnet -wf th ortoriforou* zephyrs cornea thetialiny A life boat is launched from the shore and starts toward them. Anxiously we watch its progress. Can it reach the vessel? Now it mounts a lVfty wave and now it disappears in a • hollow or is fferin£ iik<> a resurrection wakes all nature from j hidden by the Hying mist, but, see, it the .iotul i goes forward steadily. It is almost there. Look! They are taking the crew on board. "One--two--three-- •* to .w?" Wigbt' thTODgh : four--five-six--seven--eight," counts ^Ttaa fnwiiifi <>d1 d: rii go down-sttirt and sit, the minister. Eight forms are taken off iwpi't nifllifluouR brooklet flows down th>oiiph tho wnorald toI® r. Jim. come in and break the lee upon this wutor i>u 1). 4Vttnr bin icicle tbould fall 'twould break tome- iKxiy » bead.'. upon the slove). lZUidi'.. PAVE UP ITS LOST. BT CHAHI.KS S. STORY. JNon --Th-e following is a true story of the «•*. Karnns of j*er.-<ons mul places as well as cer­ tain minor incidents have boen changed, as [ the charaotora are yot living ] HERE, good-bye, mot her; God bless yon." The scene is in a New England c o 11 a g e. The speaker is a young man of twenty odd summers, the old^rof two sons, who is about to depart on - a two year*' voyage to the South Pacific. t"Ob, Frank, I ciii'i let you go," and the poor mother, elaspinc him convulsively, weeps upon hi* shoulder. "Don't cry. little mother, he says., fteutlv, "the time will soon pass and 1 voa't go again." "Oh, it is so hard to give you up," •he sob?. •Be brave, mother dear," he says, 4DOthingiy. *1 will try. Good-by, Frank, my boy. iu>d G«d protect and bring you home •gain." "One long, lingering kiss, one deep look into he; face, as if to keep it in Memory forever, and the door opened V>d closed. The weeping mother was alone. She stepped to the window and through her tears watched him down the flower-bordered path to the gate, the doomed vessel; but can they get back with that loaded boat through the foam-flecked ^'aves? They have started landwards; they come with greater caution for the tempest is in­ creasing in fury. They are nearer, nearer. They are almost in. Their keel touches the beach. Twenty strong and willing hands seize and draw the beat up far out of the reach of the breakers. How the gale roars, as with rage at being deprived of its prey. More than one prayer of thanksgiving went up from the hearts of that group that the lives of the brave men had been spared. "Are they all here?" asks some one. "One is left," answers a weak voice. One left! A shudder of horror runs through that storm beaten company. Must he see his comrades saved and himself left to perish ? Heaven forbid! A manly form steps forth. "Are there four men here who will go with me and save that one ?" Silence falls on all around. It is almost certain death to go out there now. At last, one bv one, four brave fellows step out. *$ "We will go, William Thompson," says one of them, for it is William who calls for volunteer?. ^-Silently they shake hands and pre­ pare to launch their frail boat on their errand of mercy. The solemn silence is broken by a feeble woman's voice,-- "Oh, Will, Will, my boy, my boy, don't leave me, your mother. You're all I have left Frank was lost at sea and now you are going to the same death. Stay." He turns toward her. It is the first time Frank's name has passed her lips in years. "Mother," he says, tenderly, "per­ haps this is some other motherless sailor boy and if he is lost jshe will grieve as " ~ Duty calls him turn up the road, and he was lost to her view. Frank Thompson, for that iwas the I you have grieved for Frank. young man's name, walked rapidly on j me and you would not have me stay, Cor some distance, then stopped before! "Yon are right, my son, go; only I * little cottage, stepped to the door and j can't bear the thought that I shall Jose Allocked. Tue door was opened by a ; yon," and she fell exhausted into his <dark-«ved, dark-haired girl, sweet of I arms. fcoe a^a fair °f form. j "Take her, Nellie," he said, "and •Jfeuie," he said, stopping inside, care for her if I don't come back;" and, *Tm going. The 'Flora May' sails. to- j in a low tone, as he laid his mother in JUght I've come to say good-bye." j her arms, "will you kiss me once be- ^ "*!J?t>-nigbt! So soon?" ! fore I go?" '"Yes, to-night Can't you give me j "Yes, and, Will, I'm given Frank <lhak little word that will make me happy i up," she said, in the same voice. *!• apite of parting V ! Wiliiam turned to go on his perlious She took one step toward him and | journey. Trembling hands pushed *lhen stopped. ! their boat out, and eager, loving eyes Axe _yoa sure you ^rant it ?" she said, watched them as they pulled further "M£Lm I sure! How? can vou ask ? Havel not told again and again that I love you? *re almost cruel." " • 'Please don't think that of me. I don't want to be cruel." "Why are you then? Don't be so | Thev bear a form to the gunwale and aay more. Don't you love me at all?" i gently lower it into the life boat. They For an answer she put both her hands , turn their prow shoreward. They have ilntefcis and said earnestly, with averted ; left the lee of the wreck and are out on and further away. Now they have reached the ship's side. They climb on the wet decks and disappear. Why are they so long gone? | A moment seems an hour. See, there ! they are agaiu. How slowly they move. .face. v. "Yes, Frank, I do love you' dearly." Un an instant, in the fujjjcess of his nnt joy, Frank strained her to his breast and covered her blushing face With kisses. *1 wiil be long gone," he said, at length, "but, Nellie, be true and I'll «ome back." : "I will be tine, Frank." , once more you love me.. krve you, Frank." "Good bye, my darling, be true." '"Good bye, Frank." Oniy one mere kiss, and he was gone. Two years have gone bv. Several Jttfters have been received by both' Mother and sweetheart. The last one *•» very short, but it brought great Joy, for it said that having had a pros­ perous voyage the "Flora May" was Ikomeward bound. Then followed anx­ ious months of silence. Then came Mother letter, written by a stranger, •aying the" Flora Mav" had been lost orith all on. board. ^ v'1'.' ******** -Seven years more have passed. No «»ord has come from Frank, and he has •long been given up as lost. The Mother is now stooped with age and ^grief. Her hair, black when Frank left home, is now white. She seldom «miles, and never speaks of her lost •boy. Yet William, Frank's younger brother, has often seen tears glistening in his mothers time-dimmed eye* and trickling down her careworn face, tell­ ing of her grief far more eloquently than words. It is a June evening. The fragrant ^ iMlm of early summer loads the air. William has strayed down to the home that storm-darkened water. They are coming, nearer and nearer they are, tossed by the white and maddened sea* They go down in an awful hollow. Where are they? A cry goes up from the shore-- "Boat ahoy!" No answer. They are all lost. No. Once more that hail goes out on the wings of the storm. "Boat ahoy!" This time comes the answer: ^ "All right" ~~ A few minutes more and then the question rings out: "Have you got him alive?" A moment of suspense. Some one is standiug in the stern-sheets. It is William. He answ'ers in a Btrange voice, whose trembling can be heard even in that wild commotion: •'Yes. And tell--mother and--Nellie --it is Frank." MISSISSIPPI'S SOURCE. TUB DISCOVERY OF THE HIDDEN LAKE BY GLAZIER. How the Eskimo* li»t. , I had read about Eskimo eating habits -- how once upon a time, for intance, an Arctic explorer otiered some Eskimo girls some sweetmeats which were re­ jected, while tallow candles were eager­ ly accepted and eaten. Now I want to see an Eskimo eat, Bays a writer in the Golilwaite'x Geographical Magazine. With many smiles, Peter entered the cabin and sat down at the table. I should have apologized to him on ac­ count of the scantiness of our fare, for we had no candles and there wasn't a bit of tallow on deck even. I'eter sat down and without ceremony helped himself to a lot of baked beans, a piece of dry bread' and a large piece pi very lean salt beef, all of which he bit into and swallowed as a hungry longshore' i»f his brother's sweetheart, Nellie, and man might have done. Then he took 'together they stand at the open gate, j more beans and more bread and more "Nellie," he says, earnestly, "why j lean beef, and with them several cups A Iterjr by One of His Crew, Who Telia in •0 lntereatlnBr Manner Some Facts About fj||hltikpl«r»r Vuknowit Heretofore. HE diaoovery of the source of the Missis­ sippi River in 1881 by the Glazier expe­ dition to Northern Minnesota gave rise at that time to some controversy, espec­ ially in the North­ west, the result of which, however, has effectually ' • es t a b- Jished the genuine­ ness of the claim that Lake Itasca, which was declared by Schooloraft in 1832 to be the Veritas caput, is nothing more than an expansion of the great stream whose true head lies in a lake to the south of it It may interest the general reader to know that the Mississippi, if not the longest river in the world, is in many respects the greatest, and as the years advance, and the cities on its banks grow in population and impor­ tance, its greatness will be vastly aug­ mented. Ferdinand De Sotn, a grandee of Spnit and Governor General of Cuba, came to this continent in 15*11 with a large retinue of his countrymen in search of gold, and accident­ ally discovered an im- mesne river flowing south to the ocean. His Spanish followers at once named it "Rio Grande"--the greht river, but Americans and the modern world now know it only by its Indian name, the Mississippi--"the Father of Waters." Although the disoovery of the Mis­ sissippi was made over three hundred years ago, its origin dr true source was unknown to geographers before *1881. Many attempts have been made to reach the head of the mighty stream but they had all failed from various cause* among others, probably, the difficulty of access to it Father Marquette and Joliet, ft Can­ adian fur trader, in 1673, were the first white men to view the Mississippi after De Soto, and made extensive discover­ ies in the vicinity of its headwaters, but the source of the river was hidden from them. La Salle, Father HetNjepin, La Houtan, Charlevoix, Carver^ Pike,Cass, Beltrami, and other greatifxjSlorers ap­ pear prominent on the scene, and the source was proclaimed by them to be at divers points which have all subse­ quently proved to be erroneous. Heury Rowe Schoolcraft, geologist of the Cass expedition, in 1832 discovered a lake which he believed and announced to be the true source of the great river. But he has been proved to be mistaken. longer? We are passing4 our youth. Seven years have fled and no | 'Word from Frank. Be my wife. .Mother needs you; I need you. Say ; ares, darling," and he attempts to take •lie i" hand. - "Stop, Will," she said, "Frank's last *rord was 'be true,' and, oh, I can't give up yet" "When will you? In a month--six months--a year? Wiil you be my wife An one year if Frank doesn't come Ifcome ?" I "Yes, in one year. But until then no sword of love must pass between us. I ; *Fhen I will be your wife--if Frank ^Soesn't come home." V Her voice trembled on the last words «tnd her eyes grew dim with tears as she •bade him good night. William turned homeward with a -{lighter heart than he had worn since , rank left. The time was fixed when she whom he loved and had long wdoed would become his own. of ^5flee with a great deal of sugar to each cup. He was a long time getting to it, but he finally began on the butter. He had poured his last cup of coflee and was looking about for something to eat with it. when his eye fell on a plate of cake. Taking a small piece he put a small lump of butter on it and slowly ate the combination with the coffee. The staple food is seal meat and blub­ ber. Next to this is the little fish taken in the fiord and dried for winter use, known to them as the augmatfat and to the learned as salmo villosus. A favor- | ite way of eating the augmatfat is to take it by the tail, poke it into the oily blubber for a while and then chew it down. Awful, isn't it? 'It is almost as bad as eating sardines. There is a deal iu a name. Blubber ia disgusting; oil. if for use on a salid, is delicious and in­ dispensable. I have eaten seal oil and found it (very unexpectedly) good. I ' had supposed it would have a flavor of fish about it. The fox is to the Eskimo what the 'possum is to the plantation darkey. He likes to smoke aud, under Albfttty. When the rebellion broke On* he was in Albany and, fired with patriotism, at once threw aside his opoka, enlisted in the ranks of the Second New York cavalry, under CoL Clarence Bttell of Troy, and was soon on the march to the acece of the nation's conflict At Falmouth Heights, Aldie, Fredericksburg, Cedar Moun­ tain, Second Bull Run, Brandy Station, aud in many other fields, he followed the fortunes of Bayard, Stoneman, Pleasanton, Gregg, Custer and Kil- patrick. His horse was killed under him at New Baltimore, and lie fell into the hands of the enemy. This was in October, 1863, aud four days afterwards he found himself within the walls of Libby prison. Here he remained eight months and was successively removed as a prisoner to Danville, Macon, Sa­ vannah, Charleston and Columbia. From Columbia he made his escape, but was recaptured in Georgia. A sec­ ond time he struck for liberty, but was .re-taken by, a Texas regiment of Wheeler's cavalry. He was tried as a spy and kept in close confine­ ment until he effected his third and final escape from Sylvania, Ga. After twenty-eight nights of weary travel through the cypress swamps of South Carolina and Georgia, he reached the Union lines. His term of service had expired and he at once applied for a commission. He obtained a lieutenancy in the Twenty-sixth New York Cavalry, in •which regiment he served until peace Was proclaimed from Appomatox. He was then breveted as captain and honor­ ably discharged. During his military career, his bravery was frequently men­ tioned by his superior oflicers on the battlefields of Virginia, Maryland, and Pennsylvania. Since the, close of the war, Capt. Glazier has devoted his time almost ex­ clusively to literary pursuits. His "Capture, Prison-pen, and Escape" at­ tained a sale of over 400,000 copies. "Soldiers of the Saddle," "Battles for the Union," "Heroes of Three Wars/' followed in quick succession, and of these the press has spoken in terms of well-merited approbation. A later work, "Peculiarities of American Cities," has also become very popular, and his latest production, "Down the Great River," has arrested the attention of many thou­ sands of readers. On May 9, 1876, Capt. Glazier rode out of BSston with the intention of crossing the continent to San Francisco on horseback. His object was to study at comparative leisure the country and condition of the people he came iu con­ tact with. The ride was accomplished in 200 days, 144 of which were in the saddle. Capt. Glazier has justly merited the encomiums he has received from the press aud other sources as an honor­ able and enterprising man, and a credit to the State that nurtured him. His name will doubtless be associated with the Mississippi for all time. The rilbnrian Bailway. ' * The great Siberian railway, which will more closely connect Europe with - the teeming millions of China, Japan, and Eastern Asia, will be commenced this spring. The total length of the line will be 4,810 miles, and the cost about thirty-two millions sterling. In case permanent bridges are built over the immense rivers Obi, Yenesei, Lena, etc., the outlay will be still greater. The commercial and political importance of this undertaking is greater than most people suppose. It will not only help to open out the immense resources of Southern Siberia, but will enable Russia to compete more successfully for the Japanese and'Chinese carrying aud im­ port trade. Goods that are now sent by sea to Europe will ten years hence be carried overland into Eui ope, and a good deal of the Chinese carrying trade will go into the hands of Russia. A large portion of the railway will run through millions of acres of the finest virgin soil, over immense rivers, in primeval forests which have never been cut, and through countries abounding in mineral and vegetable wealth. When the line is ready it will be possible to work the rich gold, silver, iron, copper, and plumbago mines of Eastern Siberia, which have hardly yet been touched in consequence of the scarcity of labor and the absence' of machinery. The rich and fertile regions of ihe Amoor and Usuri, which boast of a climate as fine as that of France, will then be open to colonists, and also millions of acres of land which are at the present moment almost unpopulated. By means of this railway Russia will be able to convert Vladivostock into a great naval aud military station like Sevastopol, and, if necessary, pour several hundred thou­ sand troops on the Chinese frontier in less than thiee weeks' time. And last, and not least, among the benefits which will accrue to mankind through this undertaking, will be the possibility of visiting China or Japan in about a fort­ night from Central Europe, with all that comfort that is attached to railway traveling. I'er Capita Consumption. The American negro, even inthedays of slavery, was usually allowed a weekly ration of three pounds of bacon and a peck of meal, besides vegetables and other products, either of the plantation It is two miles in | or his own garden patch. This made ' at least 150 pounds per annum, not,to mention the occasional possum and' chicken that were respectively his legit­ imate plunder; and this amount of meat is more than the average con­ sumption of any European nation, and two or three times as much as the aver­ age ration of several of them, includ­ ing with the peasant and artisan the citizen and nobility. The average consumption of meat in the United States is probably not Jess than 175 pounds per annum. Of other civilized nations, only Great Britain Having completed his survey of the | exceeds 100, and many of them scarcely new lake, the party returned through j averagefifty pounds. The consumption the same narrow connecting creek to j of cereals by man and beast is three Lake Itasca, and proceeded onward iu times as much iu proportion to popula- 80URC ELEVATION SIM MIL SSISSIPP! 168! FEa f OF MEMOS Of TX£ IE THE raoii UE MARRYING MILLIONS. He named his discovery Lake Itasca, iits Indian name isOmushkos) and upon lis authority geographers and map makers were satisfied for a period of nearly fifty years to aceept it as the source of the Mississippi. Doubts however, prevailed among a learned few as to the correctness of Schoolcraft's claim, and it remained for some more modern explorers to make further in­ vestigation and decide the disputed question. Capt Willard Glazier, a native of St. Lawrence County, N: Y,, led an explor­ ing party to Lake Itasca in July, 1881, and thence paddled through a narrow creek, hidden from view by a rank growth of giant bulrushes, into a beau­ tiful lake above and beyond Itasca. This new lake he found to be the true head of the river. length by a mile and a half in breadth, and deeper than any part of Itasca. Capt Glazier soon after published his discovery to the world and secured its recognition by geographers. It lie3 many miles from the nearest white set­ tlement, and would be difficult to reach by land on account of the swamps in its neighborhood. The Captain and his party entered it by water. Two small creeks flow into its southern extremity and one on its western side. These spring from sand hills two or three miles distant from the lake. pursuance of the leader's design to navigate the entire course of the Mis­ sissippi by canoe, a distance computed at 3,183 miles from its newly located source to the Gulf of Mexico. The voyage occupied 117 days, prob­ ably the longest canoe trip on record. The true source of the Mississippi is now generally recog­ nized as Lake Glazier, in latitude about 47 degrees north, at an altitude of 1,582 feet above the Atlantic ocean; and Itasca has been relegated by our map-makers to its true position as the first expansion ot the infant Mississippi. Of Willard Glazier we have gleaned some interesting particulars from his biography by John Algeron Owens of Philadelphia. He was born in the town of Fowler, St. Lawrence County, New York, in 1841, aud assisted his father on the farm until the age of 15. By self- denial and industrv he was enabled to _ _ take an academic course at the Gou- It is nearly one year later on a stormy j darkey. He likes to smoke and, under I 'erneur Wesleyan seminary, and in his Sabbath morning. The wind howls and favoring circumstances, will swap anv- 17th year secured a position as teacher shrieks around® New England church, thing he's got, including his wife, for ! Reossalaer Coanty. He afterwards Jkod the caiadrives in gosU againBt the j rum. I entered the State Normal schoqi at 13 m tion as in Europe. For the past ten years the average has been forty-five bushels for each unit of population, while the usual European consumption does not vary greatly from sixteen bushels per annum. While all is not used as food for man, no small part contributes to the meat supply. The average consumption of wheat for bread is nearly five bushels, and about three bushels of maize and one bushel of oats and rye, Or approximately nine bushels for e&ch inhabitatit The average European consumption of wheat is about 3.5 bushels. In the consump­ tion of fruits the-difference between this and other countries is marked with un­ usual emphasis. Small fruits, orchard fruits of all kinds, and tropical fruits, as well as melons of many varieties, are in profuse and universal daily use in cities and towns, and in the country the kinds locally cultivated are still cheaper and more abundant in their respectivo thoogli scarce in the regions lemont, and those unsuited of speciw.--American Heavy Parses ami Met Noble Hearts Win HOetetjr's Pampered .Beauties. There is no subject of the day receiv­ ing more attention from the great maga- eines than matrimony.. Many things have conspired in recent years, ,*ucli as the admission of women to the liberal professions, to bring it into great promi­ nence. "Is marriage a failure?" is the question that has been naturally aroused by the new condition of things. Yet there is no immediate danger of that great institution falling into disuse, and no occasion for alarm at the numerous sensational written on ever, in high or fashionable life there is very little love and much of avarice in the marriages that occur. But this is no new phase of tbequtstion, if we may judge from an article that appeared iu Harper's Magazine nearly half a cen­ tury ago. dealing with this subject in a masterly manner under the title "Whom Shall we Marry ?" The Americans of all people in the world, says this writer, are the most connubially inclined. The juvenile jacket has barely lengthened iuto the manly coat, and the down of the nascent beard has cast but the faintest shadow of the coming event of a moustache, when the young American, ardent with the unabated passion of love, stretches out his "marriageable arms" to embrace some sympathetic beauty, and slake his eager thirst in matrimony. If his purse be heavy, however light of head or heart, he finds no want of opportunity for investment His mere presence in the market is sure to attract to .him a mercenary crowd with their enticing commodities of female charms, set off with all the display of the latest fashion. No sooner is the arrival of the wealthy purchaser announced than the dealers deluge him with advertisements. The "•honor of his company is requested"-- so runs the civility of the trade--at every establishment in town. He re­ sponds to the polite request and goes the round of the market He is dazzled by the display, feasts upon female loveliness, and regales his imagination with the hidden charms in store for the lucky purchaser. He grasps the tender hand of beauty; he embraces the slender waist; he feels the palpitating heart: he inhales the warm breath; he measures the light step; he balances the feather weight There is not a point, a line, or a movement, which is not fairly submitted to the minute investigation of the curious pur­ chaser. "Such," says this old writer, "is a fair statement of the intimacies of the polkas or the waltzes of our fashion­ ables. I know no market in the world not excepting the slave market of Constantinople--where so much beauty abounds, where its charms are so openly exposed and so freely offered for sale, as in our own Christian land." The American women are certainly the prettiest in the world, but there is a price set on their beauty. They are no sooner ready for the market than they step into an imaginary scale and balance themselves with gold. There is not a smile but is estimated at a fixed price by the ready reckoner; and as for virgin blushes, they are set down at a sum only to be encompassed by the ac­ cumulative imagination of a Wall Street fancier. A pretty woman be­ tween 15 and 20, is held at so enormous a price, that none but the lucky heir of fortune or the millionaire, grown luxurious in old age, who has consumed the whole of youth and the better part of manhood in amazing his millions, can hazard a bid. From 15 to 20, then, beauty is a luxury that is only to be had for money. After 20 the beauty be­ comes more moderate in her expecta­ tions, and each revolving year brings her more and more within the bounds of moderate desire, and it often happens that the would-be mistress of millions at 16 becomes the actual wife and part­ ner. at 20, of a thousand a year. It would be a profanation to speak of love iu connection \&th this cool, calcu­ lating course of our beautiful country women. Female sentiment has grown luxurious. It no longer contents itself with the tenure of a cottage and diet of rose leaves; it must revel in marble halls and fare sumptuously every day. Our worldly-wise daughters eschew sentiment, and take a practical view of life, which, closes up with a brown-stone mansion on Fifth Avonue, where they may make a display of that wealth they alone covet As for their hearts, they are so deeply buried in lucre, they are too remote for human sympathy. Fath­ ers and mothers lead their daughters to the sacrifice. The young victims decked in the flowers of fashion, gayly dance to the altar, where they willingly offer up heart and affection to avarice; while parent sanctions, and the priest, in the name of religion, blesses the un­ holy ceremony. The young heart is entombed in gold with all the honors, and the youthful affections hang in withered drapery over the tomb upon which may be incribed: "Sacred to the memory of the lost heart, died ere its prime." How many young men, who, at the early stage of a beauty's career, had nothing but their intellect and virtue to recommend them, and who, of course, , were never looked at or scared away by a sneer at their poverty, have sine be­ come prosperous and wealthy enough to be eagerly caught at by the greedy pur­ suers of fortune. If our merchants and traders, instead of staking their chil­ dren's all at the red and black of those gamblers, fortune and fashion, would bring to their homes the young mer­ chants and clerKs with whom they have some sympathy in common, and there, by their firesides, surrounded by their daughters, youthful hearts would hold communion and be knit together in the strength of holy love. This in the only way to remedy the false ideas of mar­ riage existing among our fashionable women, for of them we have been speak­ ing and not of the fair daughters of America, whose simpler life is an honor to the land. "How much?" she interrupted, as fl:e took out her puree. "Fifty cents, BUM, and aa^I wan ~v-Og to " • ' • w ' Til take if She dropped him a half, look the book, and passed on, and the old fellow had a twinkle in his eyes as ho looked after her and muttered: "She'll be along again in three or four days, and then I'll sell her the sequel to it: 'How He Skipped Out After He Was Won.' Got to study human nature in these dull times."--Neiv York Sun. The Warm Springs *t HaniT, Alberta. art icles that are now being* - <Jn® of.the 8PrjD?8 fills m basin at„the the subject True it is, how-1 ̂ aJowt nh,f.ofi tlavertine, and is - - - fenced about so that swimmers may en­ joy their bath undisturbed. I tried a dip in this pool on a chill September afternoon when the mountains were freshly powdered with snow, and a cold rain was falling in the valleys. Emerg­ ing from the adjacent cottage in a shiver, I leaped into the water, and was at once as comfortable, so fur as wacupth is concerned, as if I had been sitting at the hotel fireside, and though the tem­ perature was but little below blood heat the bath conferred something of the pleasure that a swimmer feels in buffeting with breakers. The imme­ diate effect is bracing, and while those wlio remain long in the water say that they feel lassitude and enervation after­ ward, I' experienced nothing of the kind, though I swam about for not less than twenty minutes. The presence of lime and sulphur makes the water at .'least as dense as that of the sea, and the bather feels more buoyant and swims with slighter effort than in fresh water. Though displeasing to the nos­ trils, it does not offend the taste; and if, by chance, it gets into the nose or throat, it does not nauseate, as salt and river waters are apt to do. At two or three points the surface is marked by currents rising from below, and over the spot where the boiling was most ; perceptible I descended, flaying down as long as I could hold my breath. At that poj>t the pool was about seven feet deep, and tho bottom was formed, for a foot or so, of dark sand. In this I could work'my way down, slowly aud slightly, but the earth was unwilling to receive me, and it was easier to float than sink in the heavy water while there was air in the lungs, so I bobbed to the top agaiu, like a piece of wood. The attendant told me that when the water was drawn off he had been able to lower himself into the sand to the armpits and he had less trouble in get­ ting out, with the gush of water, than he had in getting down. The appear­ ance of spruce cones and chips of wood on the bottom is ^markable, in­ asmuch as there are no trees close by and they seem to be ca^t up from be­ low. A tree trunk is slowly working its way up from the gravely depths, the ends being broken off as it rises, so"" that bathers may not be inconvenienced by it. How it got there under the bed of the spring, and how many centuries it has been buried, who can tell V-- Goldthwaite's Geographical Maga­ zine. Tlie "Irish" Potato. The planting of a potato by Clausius, in 1588, in the Botanical Gardens at Vienna, is named as the introduction of the potato into Europe. But there is good reason to believe that it was intro­ duced into England and Spain a few years earlier, and from Spain into Italy and Belgium. It has been said, too, that Christopher Columbus was the first European who ever tasted a potato. What he tasted at Cuba, in 1492, and brought home to Genoa, was the sweet potato. The potato is a native of Chile. It had been brought from South America by the Spaniards when Sir Walter Raleigh found it in Virginia and took specimens of it to England. During the seventeenth century it was quite a rarity in England. A com­ mittee of the Royal Society urged, in 1662, that all the Fellows who possessed land should "plant potatoes and per­ suade their friends to do the same, in order to alleviate the distress that would accompany a Bcaritv of food." Before this a prejudice had ex­ isted against it. as being poison­ ous and unwholesome, probably because the proper method of cooking it had not become generally known, and it had even been eaten raw. In 1738 the first field of potatoes was planted in the Lowlands of Scotland. It<i cultivation in India, Bengal, the Dutch East Indies, China, and Aus* tralia, is of comparatively recent date. It is not only as a food plant that the potato is of value. Starch is made from it for the laundry and for the manufac­ ture of farina. The dried pulp from which the starch has been extracted is used for making boxes. From the stem and leaves a narcotic is extracted. In some places cakes and puddings are made from potato-flour. . The potato disease, which has been the cause of famines in Ireland, is a species of fungus which first attacks and discolors the stalk*, then spreads to the tubers, increasing the quantity of water in them, reducing the quantity of starch, and so altering the other sub­ stances as to render the potato unfit for food. Tlie Spartan Motlmr Rat. When one of the bell boys at the Washington Hotel went to the cellar the other evening to see if the rat-trap had caught any game, he f&uid it occu­ pied by an immense rat. He concluded to allow the captive to remain until the next morning, when he would have some sport with it in the alley. When he weut to the trap on the following morning he was dumfounded to find it was now occupied by twelve rats, where there had been btft one on the night be­ fore. The same big rat was there, and grouped around it were eleven baby rats, each about the tize of a lady's thumb. The mother rat became intensely ex­ cited when the bull boy came near the cage, and when he picked it up she threw herself against the bars in a frenzy of impotent rage. She seemed to realize that she was helpless against her enemy, and sitting down, she seemed to think intensely for several seconds. Then the light of a stern resolve came into her eyes, and springing among her offspring, that were huddled together in a corner, she destroyed them, one after anothy, with marvelous rapidity. Her method of execution was similar to that of the Scotch terrier. She caught each squarely across the back, and with one craunch of her jaws broke the ribs and backbone, and flinging it aside grabbed the next one, and so on, in rapid succession, until there were eleven little rat corpses in the corner °PP^^J A »eqnrl to It. He had a push cart full of "thelatest and best" novels, and had just opened up on the corner of Third Avenue and Twenty-seventh street when a young woman stopped aud inquired: "Haveyou a real good book?" "I have, lady," he replied. "Here is the latest thing out and just what will please you. Let's see! Let's see!" "Is it real entertaining?" "The entertainingest book published for a year, miss, as I'm willing to swear to-. I was eo interested in it that I sat up all night and never went to the bank next day. Ah! here it is: 'How She Won Him.' Tells you all about how a voung woman of--of--well, about twenty-four, miss, and the very picture of yourself, begging your pardon, won a lovely husband who was so rich that he gravel-roofed his stable with pearls and diamonds. It giveVyou an insight Into--" :W 7:\k , tf* J .'m •*.> S3, j to where there had been eleven heu* s q u e a k i n g l i t t l e r a t s f i f t f t i * u n t r y , *°™", , „ , / ' jcIi thanks. The bell boyyf ^ cnthusiastlli think the motV ,. .ner yearS played from the Hp/ , ^,arkab]y well. He I dunno, I ing terror' /'.ong other .famous artists.4 • id Marshal lies on the sofa Lis visitors play, and alternatety /and takes snuff from a favorite musical evenings at Br. Joa-. him is a frequent THE WIPE 'S WAGES. •h« I* Often More Poorly Paid that! t*M» ( Servants. I was asked to speak at a farmers* in­ stitute the other evening on the subject of the wife's share. This is "talk" of which I never tire, says T. D. Berrv, in Rural New Yorker, "in it I took occa­ sion to speak of the grumbling way in which some farmers dole out money to their wives; how the wiie often has to ask and almost beg for what is simply her own in justice. The next day I 'was talking with a well-known manu­ facturer and merchant in the town on the subject. He thought I did not overstate the matter. He said that a farmer and" his wife were in his store trading. No, I mean that the man wa» trading, and the wife, or servant, or slave, was standing by. While doing this, she picked out three or four little articles on the 5 cent counter, (only costing 5 cents each) and asked her husband to let her have (them. She pleaded that she would like them so much. He answered, with an oath, "No, by , you cau't have any money to spend on such tom-foolery." Web­ ster defines slavery as having one's will under the control of another. Isn't that woman a slave? Are there not a great many farmers' wives, and town men's wives too, who are slaves to a greater or less extent? And still I suspect that even the man spoken of above was not really as bad as his wordq might indicate. Let us in charity, while condemning the deed in stronge language, think as well ot the man as possible. Doubtless money came slowly and hardly to him. Per­ haps he was brought up by a lord and master father; or Jittle by "little he had come to lord it ovei his mate, until thoughtlessly, let us hope, not inten­ tionally, he had become a rentable tyrant. In regard to town wives, I have it di­ rectly from a lady living in the city that she is, unknown to her husband, scrimping their living expenses and ^ laying up small sums from time ta time in the savings bank to her credit. Tim \ , is saved from money grudgingly given her, oftentimes, for household ex­ penses. And she says she knows a neighbor's wife who has quite a little money in the savings bank, which she has from time to time taken out of the money drawer at her husband's store. when she could do it nnseen. At another time when her husband was called down stairs at night she took some money from his pocket-book. The remark was made that she had gqt through begging for what was her own; she had found out a better way. The>e cases I can vouch for. A lady says on this point, in a rpcent number of tlie World: "Husbands sel­ dom pay their wives the compliment of thinking they can manage' a bank ac­ count What is the result? The wife grows cunning and underhanded, and condones the ways and means she em- ploys to get money from her husband as legitimate self-defense. She en­ ters into unholy alliances with her dressmaker and milliner to send in bills for larger amonnts than she really owes, and through their connivance re­ ceives the difference. She resorts to coaxing and all the pretty juggling a woman possesses--nay, she eveti picks her husband's pockets at night." I think it was Beecher who said that if you wanted a man born right yon must begin with his grandmother. I '* would like to know what sort of men we are likely to have in the future from such grandmothers as the above men­ tioned wom^n ? I hope every man who reads The Itural will do what he can to i put an end to this terrible state of af­ fairs. If he isn't yet prepared to take f" his wife in as a full and trusted partner, let him at least surprise her, beginning the first of next month, by handing over tc her a reasonable amortnt of cash, ac­ cording to their circumstances, once a month, to do as she pleases with. Let this not be less, if possible, than she could earn by doing housework for some one else. If it doesn't bring tears of joy to her eyos and gladness to her heart, in many cases, enough to well pay you, I miss my guess. But do it because it is simple justice; be­ cause it is right Do it for the good of future generations if you haven't any love left for your patient, hard-work­ ing, faithful wife. Give her a little taste of the freedom you enjoy. But, for heaven's sake! if you must continue to be lord and master, and the head at home in private, when you go to the store to trade, and other people are around, do not .make your wife's lot doubly hard by showing up your true character. An Ex-Poltoe Reporter's Story. "Some years ago," he said, "I was night police reporter on one of the dai­ lies of Chicago. I was ambitious and it was my delight above all things to catch the fly cop when he was on some mysterious case that he was not ready to give away. I encountered one of this stripe one evening in a section of the city somewhat unfrequented. Ha seemed surprised to see me and I was surprised to see liim. "Ah, there!" says I, in a manner quite as mysterious as that employed by him­ self. " 'You here ?' say» be. • •. " 'I am, every time,'says I. •Then there was a lull. 'Funny/ says he, 'how you reporters get on to everything that we fellows are up to.' " 'That's all right,' ^says I. 'We know our business.' " 'What do you know about thLi ca«-e?' he asked. "I don't remember my exact answer, but it was couched in such language as I thought would convince him that I knew what I was there for. We bucked at each other for several minutes, when he finally proposed a compromise. "Says he: 'Well, seeing you are on to me, tell me what you know about the case, and I'll tell you what I know. Up and up.' " 'That goes,' says L " 'Sure ?' says he. " 'Well,' said I 'to be honest about it I don't know a darn thing. Now I want you to keep your word with me.' "Theu he took me down the street and turned into a dark alley aud went around behind an ash-barrel and put ' his forefinger to his nose. " 'Sb,' says he. " 'Sh.' says I, putting my finger to ® my ncse. " -You won't give it away ?' says he. " 'Cross my heart,' says L "Then he said in a whisper, 'I live just around the corner, and I was going down to the shoemaker's to get my shoes ! half-soled.' And he looked at me. "Then I took him back into the '*"• "If cigar-store and told "Yo€liaa»«»- friend the best 15- roP? sliSiB^Lai?y-v "J £uess that sas reach a rio*» % Theyubd by a Registered Pbarma- 8 solicited, 7 JUL'A A. STORY. f '