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Of the merry nursery page, '•• feloeful from a dusky corner ^ - . Grinned an idol gray with age; ~ "And 11 ngoato there avow; r "T-" £c.r," -R-oro tho words toe ntterea, "Tell her now!" * •' Then there fell a silenoe sweeter ' Than when air is stirred with song, . • Slian when strains in mellow meter ' Kwiug with rhythmic sweep along. •"/y';in her eyes a look beguiling ' <V 1 B*df> me not to break th • sy>*ll; .. * Something told me in her sruiliQg , i, " All was well. ifclowlv grew the firelight dimtawf , '^ •4; Till the angles of the room,">• bv no roddv c immer. ,!" Melted in the shrouding glooMV> x; And not e'en,sto" ancient idol -'v. " S Saw love's apotheosis • ^V.t Or the presage of a bridal / ' W t - I a a'ltlMk - ? • i„ i .;#-Mnn8©y'e Magazine. ' * \ ̂ 0 ' $ t: THE l'HETTY WIDOW. '*'* - ' . , i '• •£ i'iloaated quails, waiter, half a 4ozen oysters, and a bottle of your best Moselle--that will do, 1 think, And for dessert " I "Yes. sir," quoth the white- Aproned atteudant, obsequiously. iream. And waiter!" 4*Sir!" "" " : ••Don't forget pleaty ol 6Hves.w ^ "No. sir." • And the waiter whisked out of the Yoom with the peculiar bustling v 'movement that belongs to the genus. H^hile Mr. Gustavus Lynmore quietly fralked up to the bright anthracite '1; life and stood stroking his mustache l>efore the mantel mirror with a face Expressive of the mildest contentment . %:th himself and all the world be­ lie was a tall, distingue-looking ^fcian, with brilliant black eyes, hair i|ike ripples of elossy jet, and a care­ fully preserved tigure--a man whom you would have ob-erved among a thousand--and yet there was some­ thing in Mr. Lynmore's large Spanish rbs not altogether trustworthy. : - *1'pon my word,"soliloquized Mr. Civnmore, eyeing himself compla­ cently. "there's a good deal in--well, 1 won't say cheek, for it's a vulgar Irord--confidence is at once more ele- , a ifcantand more expressive. !Now here ! around like a mist of gold. litttii an occasional melting tbe street. •'Thero--*he sees me, dered. •'She sees me, for 1 saw ii^r smile behind those lovely golden ring- j iet^--and now she has vanished from the casement Hallo, waiter!" The obedient menial paused from his task of clearing the table. "Sir!" : The fourth window op the left- band side, parlor floor, at' the Celan­ dine--I've an idea it would be a very nice room to have, in case I leave this hotel--" '•Yes, sir," saia the waiter, cough* ing doubtfully behind his hand, and secretly hoping that so very stylish a gentleman would remain at the St. Aubrey. « "I suppose you can tell me the iittmber of the room." "Certainly, sir--1 used to bo hall- boy at the Celandine, sir, afore I came here--fourth window on the left hand side, sir, parlor floor--why, it's No. 29." 'Twenty-nine, eh? thank > you, waiter, I'm very much obliged to you." And the waiter withdrew, feeling as grateful to Mr. Gustavus Lynmore as if that gentleman had tossed u gold piece at him, instead of a few gracious vrords. Such is the sffect of manner in this world. Half an hour or so afterward Mr. Lynmore strolled accidentally into a Broad wav florist's establishment, where heliotropes and azeleas gave a tropic glow to the colorless plate- glass. "Jansen, I want & very choice bouquet." ^ . *'Certainly, Mr. Lynmore--what style?" ••Well, plenty of white flowers-- you know how to express that sort of thing--humble devotion and unob­ trusive admiration." "Yes, sir, I comprehend--I'll en­ deavor to put the sentiment into shape,'- replied the aesthetic florist, carefully writing down the order in a red morocco-bound book. "I sup­ pose you are aware we charge extra for these ideal bouquets." "Expense is no object," said Lyn­ more, turning loftily away. "Send it to No. 29 Celandine Hotel this evening." "Mr. Lynmore--if I might venture to remind you of the little bill you left unliquidated here, a year ago--" "Bill? oh, yes--how could I be so careless. I'll certainly attend to it immediately, Jansen--much obliged to you for reminding me of it." The next morning Mr. Lynmore had the gratitlcation of seeing his "ideal boquet" in a Parian vase be­ tween the lace draperies in the fourth window on the left hand side--and, moreover, of beholding the pretty widow's Grecian nose occasionally dipping daintily among the fragrant blossoms, with the bright hair falling m t am, Gustavus Adolphus Lynmore, '* Without $10 in my pocket, and with- as much as that in any banking Establishment, and yet I walk into the first hotel in the city, order the - taost expensive dinners and insist on 4he most elegant rooms. And what's i jlnore, I get 'em. As for the beggerlv ^landlord wanting his bill, why, that's •f1 future consideration. He ought to be willing to entertain a man of mv istyle gratuitously; it gives a je ne sais „" «iuoi to the establishment, if the J?altry-minded fellow only knew it. JHallo! here's a gray hair in my mous­ tache! Gustavus Adolphus. you're getting on in life, my boy: it's time |pou were thinking of settling your­ self. Confound gray hairs! | Mr Lynmore plucked" out the of­ fensive thread of silver, and strode itp and down the room in some per- "I must flnd out who she is," thought Gustavus. "She knows the bouquet was from here, for I caught her shy, half-arch glance just this minute--the very glance to shoot from a widow's cerulean eyes. But the question is, how to do it! I can't go over to the Celandine because 1 boarded there six weeks last year, and came away without paying my bill." Thus mused Mr. Gustavus Adolphus Lynmore as he smoked his Havana by the sunshiny window of his ex­ quisite little private parlor. "As I live," thought ^Gustavus, ^elevating his eyebrows, "there's Jen- kisson rushing across the street like a race-horse. Now I ..never run--if there's anything plebeian it's haste; but Jenkis.<-on always was eccentric. He's cominer here--eh--what! lifting his hat to the divinity at the Celan- iurbation, pausing Anally at the win- dine. He knows her, as sure as the world And Gustayus Lynmore, forgetting his recent sweeping condemnation of haste, ran down stairs into the read­ ing room and clapped his old ac­ quaintance cordially on the shoulder. ; dow, and looking abstractedly out i lipon the tide of life flowing on in the great thoroughfare below, and the i" ^*bite glimmer of the marble walls op- fjosite. - ; "By Jupiter, that's a pretty wo­ man!" . S| He stopped short, transfixed by «udden admiration, as the afternoon , '^jjsunshine, slanting in direct beams of j m®» ^ut I'm in |iaurky gold into the second story win-1 sails at 12, and it's after 11 now. "Mows opposite, lighted up' a bright! that baggage ready, Mike?" little nuisance oiT to boarding school the Urst thing after we're married." Master Harry, all unconscious of the dreadful fate awaiting him went home to ftis mamma, in a high state of stickiness from various candies, and loaded down with toys, and di­ rectly afterwards a bouquet of rose­ buds arrived, containing Mr. Lyn­ more's aristocratically engraved card. "Dear me, how polite," said the lovely widow, dimpling and blushing. But, then, darling Harry wins, all hearts!" Darling Harry, for oothl 1 The next (fay Harry went to the park, and a new volume of poems in tinted paper and creamy Turkey bind­ ing, was sent to Harry's mamma; the next day a pearl ring was intrusted to th: youth for his mother; the next, a pony was hired for Harry to ride, and that evening a diamond of the purest water, set in a narrow hoop of gold, was sent up to room No. 29 with Mr. Lynmore's compliments. Nor did the lovely widow spurn these gifts. ' "That settles the matter," quoth Gustavus Adolphus, decidedly. "To- •morrow I'll take Harry to the me­ nagerie, and in the evening I'll call, landlord or no landlord, and declare my sentiments. We have read each other's eyes Icnji ago." • " Harry was quite willing to be taken to the abode of wild beasts and sav- £*e birds. "Mamma is very glad to have ae go, *' said the artless youth. "She's particularly engaged with company." "Ah, indeed," ?aid Gustavus, winc­ ing a little, as the capering had trod ever and anon upon his most sensi­ tive corn and mentally exclaiming; "You'll be packed off to a boarding- school, or I'll know the reason why, you imp!" Mr. Lynmore endured the zoological exhibition with the utmost calmness and philosophy, and when the iast serpent was saiely coned up in his iron cage, went home with the re­ joicing Harry. "For I really must wiud this thing up," soliloquized Gustavus. "I'm run entirely out of cash, and, what's more, I'm over head and ears in debt for the bouquets and rings, and- all these incidental expenses, including the brat My darling, "* he said aloud, •in a honeyed voice, "will you ask your mamma if she wirll please favor me with a brief interview?" Five minutes passed away--flve nervous, interminable minutes--while Mr. Lynmore sat in mortal dread of the apparition of the landlord of the Celandine Hotel, and apprehensive as to what reception mignt be ac­ corded to his message. Presently, however, Master Harry came lumping down, two steps at the time "Mamma says, will you pleaso to come up" Mr. Lynmore promptly followed his small guide up the stairs, his heart thumping behind his pearl-col­ ored waistcoat. "Here he is, mamma!" bawled the boy, flinging the door wide open. There stood the golden-haired beauty in a lustrious dress of the richest white silk, with diamonds circling her throat like a tiny line of light, and flashing on her blue- veined wrists, and there, moreover, stood a tall, dashing-looking gentle­ man in white gloves and a white waistcoat Gustavus Adolphus stood rooted to the floor. "I am so glad to meet you, Mr. Lynmore," lisped the lady, extend­ ing her hand. "and to introduce to you Mr. Wyndham, my husband." "Your--hus--band!" "Yes--we were married this morn­ ing; and I was so much obliged to you for taking dear little Harry out of the way! You see, children are objeo- tional at such a time." Gustavus opened his lips and shut them, spasmodically, without utter­ ing a word. "And," went on the blue-eyed di­ vinity, with merciless sweetness, "l.have laid aside every one of your elegant presents for dear little Harry SMITH*# MAGAZINE. "Jenkisson! old fellow, what brings | "J ire lur r~r uuue you here0" I unti' he is enough to appreciate How d'ye do, Lynmore? Excuse a hurry. Steamer Is M head i ending over some absorbing bit of fancy work. "Much obliged to you, my friend, the sunshine," pondered Gustavus. ;|,sAn opera glass couldn't be better. '^jjEIack dress, loops of black ribbon at • *the threat, fastened by a jet clasp-- •ijaba! a young widow. And teautiful ^enough to drive a fellow distracted'." SI Beautiful she was indeed, in the full light of that February sunset --with her glimmering golden hair,and "-'ithe evanescent carnation of her round >^tcheeks, and the royal poise of her Hfslender, column-like throat Gus- V«;tavus Lynmore was a perfect critic :as to women--a man who had traveled all the world over, and looked at a i : beautiful face as dispassionately as he) looked at a fine picture or a first- j , class stature--but even Gustavus was j struck by the fair profile at the win-1 ; j dow, with its pure outline and re- j lined sweetness. "Never saw a lovelier set of feat- ures in my life," mused Lynmore, | v;; with something like an "Yes, but hold on just a minute. 1 want " "My dear boy, I really haven't an instant to spare!'^ "I only want to know who that lady is that you bowed to just now," "Lady--what lady?" "At ihe Celandine HoteL" "O, yes--the Celandine. Whv, it's j Harry Buike's widow; Harry Burke that went off to California and made ' a fortune, and died there two years > ago." 1 "Rich, eh?" "Rich as Croesus. iSdfclsajt; Gl)S, you needn't goto making eyes at her; j it's no use, for Carriage ready, ! eh? Well, good-bye, Gus!" So saying, Mr. Jenkisson precipita­ ted himself into the vehicle,1 drag­ ging his valise and traveling shawl throb at the withered, passe tit of anatomy that he called, by courtesy, <* his heart "Upon my word, that |W' woman wouldn't discredit the name p-pt of Mrs. Lynmore. Wonder if she's rich? She must be, though, to live g/ in the parlor floor of the Celandine Hotel. Women can't play the cou- > fidence game as men do; they're obliged to haye some sort of a base to js 5 start from. Oh, she must be rich; ; there can't te a shadow of doubt ' atout it -- rich and pretty, and a jjtet' 11 widow. Gustavus,\my boy, you must JZ; > see abftut this business -- there's un- , doubtedly an opportunity for you! V- Hallo! a tow-headed little boy, as sure as I'm a living sinner, with his < bead on the pretty crape shoulder! Confound all incumbrances, says I; but then, perhaps it wouldn't make ' so very much difference if there was plenty of cash in the locker. I reallv must take this matter into consider­ ation. What's that waiter? Din­ ner? Very well--let it be served at once!" Mr. Lynmore sat down with an Appetite that was enhanced by an oc- * casional glimpse Of the golden head and rosy cheeks at the window across the way! "I'll find outalout. that widow." thought Gustavus, with a gold tooth­ pick daintily adjusted between his :X lijNt *s he satby the window easting after him. him with a smile *of ineffable tempt curling his graceful lip "Poor, dear, blundering Jenkisson, how very transparent your shallow enthusiastic malice is. I needn't make eyes at them. We are going to take the sweet child to Europe with us to­ morrow. but I'm sure he'll never forget his kind friend." Mr. Lynmore bowed mechanically, and got out of the room, he never ex­ actly knew how. One thing con­ nected with his retreat however, he had disagreeable occasion to remem­ ber. •That little hill of mine, youll recollect, Mr. Lynmore," said a husky voice close in his ear. "if it's con- venient to settle-- "But it isn't convenient," groaned Lynmore. with a bitter recollection of the diamond ring and the hot­ house flowers. "Oh, very well. Here, Jennings'." And Mr. Lynmore, the cosmopoli­ tan, found himself arrested on the charge of attempting to defraud the landlord of the Celandine Hotel out of the paltry sum of $2P0. So ended his courtship; and so ended, at least for the time beingi his UvedA tolumMk wltii a Piromlatiig ihif. i#- ioo&. The drummer was talking to two or three reporters. "I met an old fellow the other day." he said, "that had a scheme of inter­ est to you newspaper chappies." Naturally, they asked him to put them on. "An old fellow," he continued, '•got to talking to me about news­ papers. He sajul his name was John Smith of Smithville, Smith County, Tennessee, and that he had originally come from Michigan and was then on a visit among his relatives in various parts of the State, and also to look up members of the Smith family and name. " 'I have made money,' he said, •half a million ormore, and I'm iroing to spend a part of it in establishing a monthly periodical to be called Smith's Magazine, to which nobody shall become a subscriber unless he bears the name of Smith. Plain Smith, too; none of your Smyths, or Smythes, or Smithes, or Schmids, or anything like them.' " 'Great Scott, man,' said I, 'give me the money. What do you want to throw it away for? The Smiths are u«i numerous enough to keep you going,' " 'Ain't they?' he said, with a lit­ tle sneer. 'Well, let me tell you there is hardly a State in the Union that hasn't a postofflce with the name Smith in it somewhere, and there are 1,500 postmasters and postofflce em­ ployes named Smith. Illinois has, for instance, a Smithflelu, a Smith- dale, a Smithboro, a Smithshire, a Smithton, and a Smithville. Then there are Smith's Creeks, Smith's Fords, Smith's Ferrys, Smith's mills, Smith groves, * Smith's valleys, Smith's cross roads Smith's lakes, Smith landings, Smith's corners. Smith's Rivers, Smith's flats, Smith's ranches, Smithburgs. Smith's basins, Smithtowns, Smith's branches, Smith's roads, Smith's forks, Smith points, and down in South Carolina Smith's Turnout, all postolUces, too, from Maine to California, and the Lord only knows how many Smith places there are that arc not post- oftices, mine, for instance. In Mich­ igan, there is a Smith in St. Clair County, and one in Saginaw; a Smith's corners in Sanilac and in Oceana Counties; then there are Smith's Creek, two Smith's Cross­ ings, Smith's Siding and Smithville, four of them postotflces. Two Smiths in Michigan are postmasters, and among business men there are abaut a hundred in Detroit in business; twenty-five in Grand Rapids; twenty- two in the two Saginaws, to only seven in the two Bay Cities; Lansing has four, Kalamazoo eight, Ypsilanti six, Adrian seven, and so on down to Adair, a small town of 60 or 70 peo­ ple, where there is one. These are the figures of two years ago, and, of course, they have increased, because the Smiths are prolific and progress- ive. I believe 1 am safe in saying there are upwards of 15,000 Smiths In the State of Michigan alone. In other States they are proportionately as numerous, and you can readily see what a contingent 1 have to draw from, not counting the family priue. Why, sir, in the national capital, a city of 250,000 people, there are over 1,200 Smiths, a Smith ratio of one to every 200, not counting the children. And children, sir, are features of the Smith family.'" The.drummer paused a moment "Weil, boys," he resumed, "that wasn't one-quarter of it. He had Smith statistics till you couldn't think, and 'when he finally had to stop to rest his chin, I wantod to take several shares in his magazine, but I'll be blamed if he'd let me have it at any price. Now, what have you to say to that?" "It's Smithical," Dlped a small re­ porter for an obscure sheet around the corner, and the drummer threw a cigar butt at him.--Free Press. Gustavus looked after | dreams of "marrying rich."--N. Y. News. her, eh? I shall probably follow my own will and inclination in this matter as in all others. I'll have a bouquet all white and pinkiosebuds, with a ja- ponica in the middle this time, and perhaps slip my card in among them!" Mr. Lynmore strolled out upon the portico, smiling amiably the wMle, to reconnoiter the passers-by and display his unexceptionable costume. "What a very nice little boy!" said Gustavus, stooping to pick up the hoopstlck that had rolled close to the step, and restored it with a caress. "What's your name?" "Harry Burke," Tisped the tow- headed boy, looking shyly at the affa­ ble stranger, from behind his eye­ brows. "Harry, eh? a very pretty name," pursues Gustavus, patting the tow- head. "And doesn't Harry want to go and take a walk with me?" "No!" "Not if we go to a candy store and afterwards to a toy shop?" Harry Burke's 7-year-old integrity was not proof against such glittering temptations as these; he succumbed at once, and trotted off, hand in hand with the enticing stranger. "A good move," thought Gustavus '•Mothers are such fools, you can read 'em through their children without thp leasJLdifficulty. I know one thing, though,--Fit pack the JDellffhtftil In Theory* strangest invention thatevW came to my notice," said a patent agent, "was that recently brought by an old German. His idea *s to build a massive pillar in the center of t&e Atlantic Ocean, and place upon it a revolving bridge, one end touch ing New York, and the other London, so that people in England desiring to come to New York can get on at the London end of the bridge, and vice versa. "By a semi-circular turn of the bridge the passengers will be brought to their destination. "When I asked him how he would get the pillar in the ocean, and where the power would come from to turn such a structure, Ife seemed dazed, and when I told him further that there was danger of the ice in the Arctic regions being an obstruction to the turning of the bridge, he was still more dazetC "At any rate he gave me credit for my criticism, and actually thought my points were good. So there is hope for the man yet" Determining the Purity of Metals. The liquefying of oxygen proved so fruitful and interesting a topic at Prof. Dewar's wonderful lecture at the Roval Institution, London, which was recently mentioned in this col­ umn, that little time was left to dis­ course on the possibilities opened out by Prof. Dowar's investigations in the clcctrical conductivity of metals at extraordinary low temperatures, sit would appear that the conductivity ot perfectly pure metals increased to­ ward absolute non-resistance as the temperature falls, in such wise that all the curves of temperature resist­ ance would, if produced, pass through a zero of absolute temperature. In other words, if a wire of any pure metal could be imagined as stretched through interstellar space, electricity would pass through an infinite length without loss, and without producing any of the thermal effects insepara­ ble from resistance in ordinary con­ ditions. But if there be the small- Jest impurity, even a slight alloy of mi. allied, metal, this law ot dj-t r %«i t tiiti w « i 1 i K OF ILLINOIS, i _ f®® Henry Connty \ ihe Circuit court ot McHenry County, to [ay teim, A. D. 1892. '• rd Boneletr, j r« I >lierty, et al. ) irtue of a decretal order male and en- ered in the alio> e entitled cause at the er.n, A 1) 1892 of the Circuit court o? '-ry county, Ilhnois, 1 shall on Satur- e first day of April, A. IX 1893, at the oneoc'ockp m of said day, at the or of the Court House, in the city of ,i®ck; Mellonw county, Illinois, offer U bost bi(Uler"fo h'gh. water# and overwhelmed in land­ slips. In the corner of the picture you may see a peasant with the black cross above his head--that mean* death Or, perhaps, it is deliverirfioe that the tablet commemorates--and then you seo the miller kneeling be- %ide a mill with a flood rushing down upon it or a peasant kneeling in his harvest field under an mky-black cloud; or a landlord beside his inn in flames; or a mother praying beside her- sick children; and above appears an anger or a saint, or the Virgin with her child. , > ' V ; t J \ J . ; ' * A CURIOUS LITERARY , : Why He Did Not SubeecMM* We stopped at a station to take tip a couple of men, and as they came into the smoking carriage, all saw that they were handcuffed together. It was easy enough to identify the prisoner. He was a gaunt-faced, longhaired man of Rejected de­ meanor. and he seemed embarassed at the sight of so many of us. "1 reckon yo' can't run from mc now," said the officer, as he removed the iron*. "Sorry to hev ito put'ei on ye at all, Jim, but I'm lame, and can't take chances." "Is the man going to prison?" was the natural inquiry of one of the passengers. ; "Yes, sir," answered the officer. "For what crime?" "It wasn't much of a crime. 1 be­ lieve he stole bread to feed his stavin' fam'ly on." "And what is his sentence?" "Well, the jedge fined him $25. or fourteen davs. He couldn't pay, oi cos'e, and so he'll serve out his time, it he don't die. Say, Jim, yo' sot yere by yo'self while I go into the fur kyar to see Tom Jackson a minit" He had no sooner departed than oui spokesman stood up and said:-- "Gentlemen, this is an outrageous shame. Here is a man being sent to prison because he stole a loaf of bread to keep life in the bodies of wife and children. I'll give a sovereign to­ wards paying his fine And giving him a fresh start" "So'll I!ss "So'il I!" There were six of U8 in the carriage. Five of the crowd finally chipped in their sovereigns. The sixth man t$iusquely refused to give a shil­ ling. The officer soon returned; the money was given him, and at the next station the pair got off. The prisoner thanked us over and over again, and all felt amply repaid. The attitude of the sixth man nettled us. He sat reading and paid no attention to the sly digs given him; but after a while, when something pretty harsh was flung out, he closeti the book, stood up to face us, and calmly said,-- "Gentlemen, I feel that I owe you an apology. Every one but me sym­ pathized with that poor man; every one but me contributed to the purse. My apology and my excuse are that I've met the same pair flve different times this week on flve different trains going in flve different direc­ tions, and I thought they were mak­ ing a big divide without my money." WIiotoVntmpvrn AathoM^oratfcirtfebea?. Btorte* Wholesale. The origin of the very cheap and doubtful stories called dime novels and of the matter in the very cheap family papers is more or less of a mys­ tery to most people. The Dead wood Dick series and books of that charac­ ter are usually without the names ol publishing houses or bear the names of publishing houses not In existence. The authors of these stories are un­ known to the world, and. this kind of literature is printed with as much concealment as if it were New York green goods.' Down in an east side street, near one of the large and well-known cheap publishing houses, is the birth­ place of much of this kind of litera­ ture. Up-stalrs in an old-fashioned G1NG1 Sailing Into a Tree. &|r illustarting the safety with whld!i vessels can pass in and out through the straits forming the en­ trance to Puget Sound and run right close to the shore without danger of stranding, Capt. George W. Bulleue told the following story to a Seattle Intelligeucer man the other day about Capt Farnham, formerly master of the Dashing Wave: Several years ago the Dashing Wave was beating her way in through the strait in a thick fog. Suddenly the lookout sung out "Woods! Woods!" and the next moment branches of trees could be seen from the poopdeck. "Put your wheel hard aport!" was the command of the captain to tlie wheel. But before the ship could be brought around the jibboom and the jib sheets were touching the branches of the trees on the bank. "Pull in the jib sheets!" came the next command, but before they could be hauled in they stuck in the branches of a tree. "Get out there quick and get them loose!" yelled the captain at the top of his voice, and no sooner was the command given than two active sail­ ors were out on the boom and had the sheets freed. At the same tim»' a sudden breeze sprang up, the ship swung out and the two sailors were left *>erched iu the blanches of the tree. SOME how a # man's respect for another man always lessens when he hears that the other man has some thing lor sale. i'r. •• « * ' FOME people are as foolish with their money all the year 'round aa ^^ordic^ry.. man Is just before The Tragic Side ot Alpine Life. These heavy crosses, each covered with a narrow, pointed roof and dec­ orated with a fudc picture, standing beside the path, or on the bridge, or near the mill--what do they mean? They mark the place where, a human life has been lost or where some poor peasant has been delivered from a great peril and has set up a memor­ ial of his gratitude They tell of the danger that lurks on the steep slopes . : , m Ben Batter's Marriage. - la la for the story of Ben Butlsr's courtship? I think not as it is vouched for as true by an eye­ witness and has never been in print. Mrs. Butler's maiden name was Hildreth--Sarah Hildreth. Being a New England girl she taught school, and naturally tired of it Then she went on the stage. Butler didn't like that, and urged her to marry htm and quit acting, but the glamor (If the footlights held hec. 1 "We were in Cincinnati," said the Jctor who told me the tale, "playing .JZjic -Lady of Lyons,' I think, with 2|yiiss Hildreth in the leading roll, ,vhen Ben Butler burst in behind the Scenes like a thunderbolt, his boot9 covered with mud. He raged around Hike a bull in a china shop He 'meant business, I can tell you. He gave Miss Hildreth until the end of the play to decide whether she'd l e Pauline or Mrs. Butler, and she de­ cided. Meanwhile he fumed rouud looking like a cock-eyed gorgon, if a gorgon ever was cock-eyed. But we never thought of laughing at him. His rage seemed very serious." The Butlers' married life was as gerene as the courtship was stormy. Fq Wooden Lex Industry Declining. As the veterans of the war die off there is a very perceptible falling off in the business of the wooden leg maker. At one time a great many persons were employed in whittling out "timber toes," but this is no ] longer true. Although the business of grass where the mowers have to go ; is fallingoff, it haS'reached a state of down with ropes around their waists, [great perfection. Wooden legs are and in the beds of the streams where the floods sweep through in the spring, and in the forests where the trees fall and crush men like flics, and on the icy bridges where a slip is fatal, and on the high passes where the winter snow storm blinds the eyes and benumbs the limbs of the traveler, and under the cliffs from which avalanches slide a«d rocks roll. They show you men and women fall- so well made nowadays that the ar­ tificial member can hardly be de­ tected. It is curious to note that farmers are the greatest sufferers by loss of legs. The table of percent­ age shows 17 per cent of amputa tions are performed upon yeoman, while among railroad men it is only 7 per cent--Philadelphia Record. SOME people just naturally despise you, no difference what lou do. printed nere and made into pot metal for the cheap papers elsewhere, but the building contains offices for the authors of the new story and the ' 'boilers down" or rehashers of the old story. In two or three small rooms are a dozen or so of men seated at desks, maintaining the semblance of au­ thors and thinkers. Some of them wear glasses and hold the blue pen­ cil behind tlicif ears aud labor with long manuscripts, while others are running through printed slips or the old story papers hunting for the base of a new plot. Many of these stories are condensed or rehashed from others that have already bad a large circula­ tion. The most of the stories, however, are bought by this concern from the large publishing house near by and other cheap story publishing houses. Tons of cheap a|f4 trifling fiction an­ nually accumulate at these large pub­ lishing houses, and much of it is of no u-e to them. This shop or mill has been created to utilize it by put­ ting it upon the market and that ac­ counts in a large measure why there is so much of this kind of literature. The demand has been largely created by the facilities for making the cheap and very doubtrul story. A pub­ lisher, in speaking of this place, said: Not one person in twenty who writes stories for pulication for the cheaper houses ever sees himself in print, and not one in flfty who aims higher. It seems to me, at times, that almost the whole population of the country is trying to write stories. Nine-tenths of these stories are blood­ curdling or are total nonsense, and this shop gets the choice of the rub­ bish that no reputable house could afford to put its name to. •This shop is perhaps the only publishing house in the city abso­ lutely indedendent of the author and writer. It is in literature the rag­ picker and the ash-barrel sifter. Some of its stereotypes for family story papers are creditable, however, as those publications go. •This shop is for obvious reasons unknown to the public. Being inde­ pendent of the story writer, the con­ cern desires to avoid his pressence and persistence. The story writer who has failed everywhere else would come here rather than have his tale never sec light. I know that some stbry writers in New York, who have failed to do even creditable work, have drifted into writing cheap 'rot' for a living. Then, too, this sort of literature never advertised in places of intelligence. Intelligent prejudice is against it even if its circulation does not violate tho law."--New York Sun. The Commercial Traveler. In some respects the American commercial traveler is a potent influ­ ence. He carries with him the latest city chit-chati and if he be a young man; perhaps the latest slang or the newest funny story. It has been said that a noted American after-dinner speaker depends largely on that class for his stories; at ail events, the com­ mercial traveler has studied the art of pleasing, and He is a welcome fig­ ure at the dreary country hotels where he pauses for a little time in his rapid flight through the sections re­ mote from city influences. In some respects he is an oracle on mooted points, and his dictum on many phases of business or politics carries much weight If. for instance, the commercial travelers of the country were unanimously to favor the repeal ot the silver purchase law and the passage of the proposed bankruptcy act, and wgre to back .their opinions with common-sense arguments wher­ ever they should go, it is hardly too much to say that in a short while the demand for the favored action would soon show itself strongly in all sec­ tions of the country. Shrewd poli­ ticians of national fame havo in the recent past declared that popular opinion in the West upon public questions like the tariff has been largely affected by the commercial travelers who have passed through that section, and there is strong ground, for such belief.--Boston Ad­ vertiser. •, "Up, Guards, and at Them!" Among its "Foreign Notes of In­ terest" the New York Sun relates how the Duke of Wellington discred­ ited a Waterloo legend. An English artist called upon him one day and addressed him as follows: "My Lord Duke, I have come to ask a great favor. I want you to give me an op­ portunity of making a picture of you in precisely the attitude in which you stood wnen you said: 'Up, guards, and at them!'" ° "Oh, get out!" roared the Iron Duke. Then he burst- out laughing and walked into an­ other room. The Sun will peibajte Imj glad to have a moro positive con­ tradiction of tlie "up, guards" story. It is to be found In a leclure which the Rev. Mr. Milburn, the blind preacher, now chaplain of the House at Washingbton, delivered through the country thirty or more years ago. lie said he had It from -an English­ man, who asked the Duke the poiut- blank question whether he gave such an order, that the Duke's repty was: "It stands to reason that I couldn't have I'een such a blank fool. At the decisive moment I said to ray staff officers, 'Gentlemen, let the whole line adransA,,-~BuffAlQ Q?uri|& : AMERICAN HOUSEKEEPING. . Its HwtatlMi TWifett • The gradual evolution of American housekeeping may best be traced In New England. The log-cabin and garrison-house period mav.be passed over with a word, because that time is sufficiently remote to have become pictu.esaue, and consequently familiar as the theme of the poet, the romancer and the antiquarian. Necessity made labor dignified in those days. The men worked in the fields, the women in iue kitchen; but both men and, .women had a great many occupations besides farming and housework. Both men and women knew the element! of several trades, and they made the things now bought at stores.- It is as lamiliar as a Fourth of July ora­ tion to be told that the m^n used <o shoe their ploughs with iron th3y had handwrought, and that the women spun and wove the cloth and house­ hold linen. The next stage of social habits ill illustrated by the frame house, ex* amples oi which still survive in many parts of New England. The hou$e was built about the great chimney. The kitchen was the main living room ana ihe scene of ali domestic processes. At either end were tWQ small bed-rooms. Where the family slept, because they were nearest the one winter fire. In front were tvro "fore" rooms--parlor and "setting- room," parlor and bed-room, pariof and store-room, as the case might be --and between was crowded a narrow entry with a stair-case huddled up against the chimney. The path to the front door was rarely shoveled in winter, and the two "fore" room* and the entry were cold storage vaults, except on rare occasions. Up­ stairs there was one chamber or more, but the greater part was probably unfinished loft. Zd, Housekeeping was easy in those days. The family lived in so small A Space that, house-cleaning was re­ duced to a minimum. Seldom more than one room had a carpet There was no bric-a-brac to dust, no silver to rub, a half-dozen thin teaspoons being often the only precious metal in the household besides a string ot gold beads. There was no upholstered furniture for moths and buffalo bugs to corrupt, because painted wooden or flag-bottomed chairs often Con­ stituted the acme of elegance tor the parlor. The family cooked, ate, washed, sat, sewed, and almost slept in the kitchen. No wonder th^b the housewife could "do alt the indoor work, make all the clothos, nurse her children, "watch" with the neigh­ borhood sick, rkiiit pillow-cases of stockings, piece scored of patchwork quilts, and braid dozens of rugs, be­ sides finding time to go to meeting, attend funerals, and to lay out the dead. ; • The transition from the rurlt frame house to the house with modern improvements, which Is the style that governs us now, began with the evolution of the dining-room. I thought at first it,was the stove that was responsible; but the stove add the various forms of cellar heat which have supplanted it were merely inci* dental and accessory. With the dining-room began •"the putting oa of style," the ignoring of the process of oooking, the separation of the. household into the serving and the served. The kitchen became de­ graded; it was no longer the center of family life, Mrs. Katy Scudderte throne-room," as Mrs. Stowe calls it in 'The Minister's Wooing," it was a distinctly inferior part df tl^e house, and as such was put in the care of inferiors. From this all sorts of specialization were easy. People must have wash-howls in their rooms; the family-ablutions were no longer, performed in a tin basin or at the pump in the back yard. They must have a'nursery for their children; in old davs children wore such a recog­ nized adjunct of the family that mothers used to take their nursing infants to sewing circles, to meeting and even to balls.--The Forum. •lip xWtioro Girls Are olXlttie In some pares of Sicily the Advent of a baby gill is looked upon as such a misfortune that a smi.ll black flag is hung out of the wlndqpr to proclaim ' the sad event The reason is not far to iieek. Having to be maintained by the householders as long as they ate unmarried, and haying to dower their bridegrooms with a "dot," girls are unprofitable Boys, on the other hand, are soon self-supporting, and tlicy increase the family wealth when the time comes to bring home a wife by the amount of the young lady's fortune. Nevertheless, the girls, al­ though kept in such strict seclusion that one hardly ever meets theni walking about are said to be kindly treated. At the age of 15 or 16 they are disposed ot in marriage according to an arrangement purely financial, between the families concerned.--^ The National Review. ' V How the Indians Constructed Arrow­ heads. An archaeologist tells us that they chose a piece of stone of the genenu shape they wished the arrow-head toi have, and then, "with a harder stone held in their hands, chipped and pressed away the unnecessary por­ tions of the chosen stone. This learned man says that dozens of stones were mined for every one properly shaped; for, of course, a chip too deep here or there would alter and destroy the symmetry and value of the stone. He says he has'made very good arrow-heads, so far as shape goes, using only stones as tools. First White Woman to Cross the Plaiaa, High up In a nook .of the CuyamA Mountains, San Diego County, tfrete is a lonely cabin, where an aged* wo­ man lives. She is as. remote from civilization almost as if she were on i raft in the ocean. But the region is wild and beautiful, and from her Httle farm and the chickens whicjh pick up a living around her ptaCte she derives a livelihood. Her narrie Is Mrs. Benjamin Kcisey, and her title to distinction is the fact th^jt she is Mrs. Benjamin Kelsey, the Ijrst white woman who, crossed t|jb plains and mountains to California Ceuner Journal. •• ' j|tA Ax important difference between^jl bachelor and a married man is that the bachelor is not asked to make ex­ planations every .. .a,'kit*. . .alw*-. •k • . v .. f 'Evf • " V : ' •