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&ii&s Mljatas ,. -Sy&d keen fttl* mMo, : 1;; - • jphMfes void aftd vain ^ IjJlie rapture. Mglad or»c« -- tk an opeit• door # wmmkOfrory; • IbM 1 spent «| irhat I lout before, an old story. <C*y befell, ^ f _ Death's fresen IdMniW draw »t*hfe e were dreams to Ml. Hot know too well ii I would buy? •--Louise pretty i*sfrirjf>'< and no toUthe truth?"* v*m. knew her uum. wu she « treat friend of yowif 1m aakc A strained voice, "I? Oh, no. She did notknow I existed. feat seen her passlag tor *** ** and dances. One season I to the seaside, IwnnlM at Frane in VairilD ̂, BY MAURICE! MONTEQTJT.' .. " Tinted, 1900, by Dally Story Pub. Co.) :'»ith a poignant sadness was (great frame of gold, draped With ge piece of crepe in the middle panel surrounded by groups of .peasants and gayly colored ^ JNpte. On the day of the open- |pt Ihe salon's exhibition of paint- ^ the crowd thronged before the in mourning from which looked it of a beautiful woman with a face. The story of the portrait awl its fan from mouth to mouth. SI was the portrait of Madame Hol- wife of the celebrated artist. She I: died several days before the open- fof the salon, and it was his crushed full of despair that • the artist ped in exhibiting this memorial J pte happiness and misery. past middle age he had With doting love that splendid with deep eyes and locks as j»t as burnished gold.* Five KOf marriage had not diminished ttfttttamnal passion. Holling loved ~i Wife with his eyes, with his heart, i . soul as artist and as hus- daring nothing, hoping nothing. loved her husband as eVIiilbody , Then one could see wlHwut eyes tfeiii she was chaste as IMRna. Bat V«t<d#k me, sir, for telllxtg Jtm thi*; T*h morning I am sad and X wonld tin my griefs to the stones. For ahe la dead." He sobbed. Then Rolling taking him by the shoulders shouted: "My child, my child. The husband whom she loved is I. I am Holling, Holling, Holling, the painter, I pardon you the grief and evil thoughts you have caused me during the past eight days. If you knew what wicked thoughts I had--my God, was, is she not pretty, my Lucienne?" "You were her husband? It to won­ derful. Once without knowing you It seemed to me that I hated you. Now H drift. one evening a cold wind car- Ljr*away; she who had been so yjpie was chilled in death. In Jjlping she had sung joyously. ISNRfcningshe was rigid and cold; fcih the eternal slumber. ypair of the painter had been He tabbed for hours by the bed. AH Paris was moved Bless grief of one of her 9Mt illustrious children. • iwflhlnr for their sympathy Isolated in his anguish, > tragic moment, he had gone t OVlstenee seeing and hear- ,iaconso.ab.e and not vim- fgi||*.;*QtfBoled. ig as soon as the salon _ appeared ghostlike in wfcere hung the frame of . the drapei y of crepe. With Jjpiased^-twenty paces before the ^ illi. fjwulned for an indefinite I^Dlplatlng the smiling vis- . St young beauty, which was „4f#BM)lj!bed of her. He would t#es, it is you, It Is indeed you. Plpfe your eyes, there is your rare the luxuriant tresses 11 lUT" plunged my hands. Ah Lucienne! Yck; you look at ||s I. Oh, your hand so pale, almost imperceptible blue It to your hand! You are here as you ic»re in truth. |T'amtttrf>le<* of painting,-as ' fMfterpiece of love. Poor > you?" morning on coming he [immobile portrait sad Jleemsd to htm that she B few visitors there in I respected his dementia. Mm in passing, but he f.thom not or broke into sobs, his arrival he found a dnw$l|F Ir froiitrlrtlie I •HI* : Wfl* **The husband whom she loved is J." I love you for you are something that belonged to her." "Here is my card. But you know my name already; adieu." And Holling rushed out of the salon. "He is crazy," thought the young I man. "'Tomorrow I shall see you again, 1 Lucienne." | Then he too left, more slowly with I his head bowed down and his eyes to- • ward the ground. Six weeks later the salon closed. One evening the man who loved the dead woman received this letter: "Sir: You have loved Luciene as ahe deserved to be laved. You are the only person in the world who would guard her portrait as a religious souvenir. "I had resolved to destroy her por­ trait and kill myself afterwards. I re­ nounce half of my plan. I will kill myself but I will bequeath the portrait to you so that eternal incense may burn at the feet of my idol. In the last moment courage fails ipe. I can­ not nerve myself to destroy the por­ trait, while her eyes look into mine. You will preserve the portrait, I am sure of It. I have judged you worthy to have it after> me. Adeiu, "Holling." ' It was true. He was unable to sur­ vive his wife. The painter shot him­ self in the heart. The young man took possession of the tragic Image. At-flret he enjoyed a foolish delirium of joy. He pa ward three days in an ectasy. LJttle by little be became calmer. Finally at the end of six months when he was about to get married and needed money he sold the portrait of Lucienne Holling for 112,000 tto jT Chi­ cago millionaire, FURS ARE FINE* ^ OrMfht Qwrteg tlM Mmr WSt boM for tfc* AHnh, to fculy an 111 wind that Mows good to ho one/' remarked a skin tor one of the big fur bouses of ihe city, says a writer in the New York Times. "Take last summer's drought as an Instance. It resulted badly to the crops of farm ere up in New fiJng- land, where I have been scouring the country for a couple of weeks past. Men who have a liking for fly flohtng bewailed the lack of rain, for the streams ran dry and trout perisfced by hundreds in some of the mountain grass furrows made, the sun sad shower II played. taiwed o'er hill and Haln. of May, jm our iprouttat pMn ?«eWB away. the long:, bright days of -»» MP.t. grew green and fair; And waved in hot midsummer's noon Its MR and yellow hair. And nbw, with autumn's znoonHt avaa, , Its kttemt time has come, , , We pluck away the frosted leaves, , And bear the treasure home. There, alcher than the fabled gift, _Apollg showered of old, » Fair hands the broken grain shall sift) And knead its mead of gold. Let vapid idlers loll in silk; Around their costly board; Give pa the bowl of soup and milk. By homes pure beauty poured 1 Where'er the wide old kitchen hearth Sends up its smoky curls, Who will not thank the kindly earth. And bless our farmer girls! Then f htme on all the proud and vain. Whose folly laughs to scorn, * The blessing of our hardy grajh, ( Our wealth of golden corn! Let earth Withhold her. goodly root, Let mildew blight the rye, Give to the worm the orchard's frott. The wheat field to the fly! But let the good old crop adon . 1 The hills our father's trod; ^ ^ • Still let us, for his golden corn, % Bend up our thanks to God! -J. Q. Whlttler. 2 ̂ jVarrobe/ Escape Don't speak so loudly," said the younger of the two men. ^The man with the gray hair and gray face looked round anxiously. "I wasn't, was I?" "Consider where .we are. Don't whisper, either. And if I might give a word of advice, I shouldn't let my­ self get excited If I were you; It's not good for you. You're trembling all over now. Take a pull at your glass, and you'll be all right. Now then." The old man drank, and wiped his mouth carefully with a colored hand­ kerchief. "It isn't even as if it had been my fault," he said almost whim­ pering. "I was coming down the steps as he was coming up. He sud­ denly lurched off, avoiding somebody else, and ran into me. Then he said it. 'Why the deuce don't you look where you're going?' he said. 'Go to the devil, you clumsy lout!' he said. That's twenty years' service. Twenty years I've been their trusted servant, and then to be spoken to like a dog. Oh, I shall never get over it!" "And that was when it flrst occurred to you?" ' * "The first and only time. I'd got £2,703, gold and notes, In my bag at the moment. Yes, I could have made him pay dear for that insult. Suppose I hadn't gone to Lombard street with the cash at all. Suppose I had just gone oft somewhere----" "Sssh!" The old map lowered his voice "What I mean to say is that there was plenty in that bag to keep me in com­ fort the few years I've got left. Though I may last a good bit yet in Bpite of the doctors." "What's the good of talking about It? You didja't do it. You went your usual round, paid the money in as usual, and put up with your treat­ ment. You haven't got the courage of your opinions. You'll always ^put up with anything." I "Oh, no, I won't! ft|r)iaps I've, got as much courage as some younger men. Once I can reconcile a thing to my judgment and conscience, you'd > ited I take a bit of stepptag. if I didn't like that what I've been speak­ ing of, I may find something else that I do. I've been used to civil treatment mH my life, and I'm not going to toler­ ate insults now that I am old." "If you'd done what you first in­ tended, I don't deny that you'd have hit him a nasty one. But there's 'nothing else you can do. Suppose you started to give him a bit of cheek; you'd be thrown out of his office be- jfore you were half way through, bang would go your pension. Suppose you went to him and said you wanted 'to leave owing to the way you've been treated. There again he> saves the streams. On the other hand, the *ip6nsio11* 11 ^ difficult, as you for tours by the slde of her< bed. t lie wss wounded, and jeal- one had stared at his ' ..He stepped up and pushed • who moved a few steps to gase at the portrait, regarded the intruder '.Itarptlse that be too had > and upon his cheeks, first impulse Was to band in appreciation of sympathy; but he l^ktoilMlf, seized with an evil was young, handsome, and •red "Lucienne." >Wlth his hands on his fore- Sway, wishing to reflect, to believe he doubted al- »e next day at the same hour the ther# again, gazing at the mourning. The painter re- that he waa already an old t he married Lucienne, and '.VaJijan was handsome, . Kt, alas, that everything this terrible world. ^irtUsed that in losing his iaot yet sufsrsd the great and that in two days a come to him. distress he felt jealousy entire week 1m revisited each time he saw the gAt last ths painter naively and |*t Dmjf < MfMtS £Nm A drought was a good thing for the hunters and trappers that I have to deal with. They have found that the few mink they have caught this year have an unusually rotund appearance. They are as fat as tbutter and the fur ie better than it has been for years. Country weather prophets will tell you that this is because we are going to have a winter of unusual severity. There may be something in that; I won't deny it. But when it comes down to hard facts the reason for the better fur of the mink is due to the fact that the animals have had better feeding than they have had for years past. They are great fish eaters. With the trout streams redruced to mere rH>- 'bons of water, the big trout all went to the deep pools and fcecame prison­ ers there. With plenty of water to move about in a trout is abundantly able to take care of itself against the mink. But, imprisoned in the pools, the mink had the trout at his mercy, and the mink that has not had all the trout he wanted this summer has been a lazy beast. They have been able to simply gorge themselves, and that is why the mink are so fat and sleek this fall. I think the catch of mink skins this winter, when the season is really on, will <be the finest we have in a long time. So you see the drought worked well for my business, even though it was a little h*r3 oft the farmer Mid the fisherman." Tw» Prttchin "-wtiaf d. Aanpng the prisoners on trial at ths last term of the Russellville, Ala., cir­ cuit court were two preachers, both white. One, Richard Key, was sent­ enced to two years for bigamy; the other, W. H. Holmes, was sent to the coal mines for U7 days tor a ytotoL : . say, to find a man whom ycai can trust with large sums, but it's not impossi­ ble. You'd have pleased him a good (deal more than you would have pun­ ished him. No, there's only one way to give him a good alap in the and you lighted on that first time." "I never took so much as a pin from anybody in ay life," "Of course you didn't Do you think I don't know you well enough not to talk about stealing to you? There's no .question of that. Twenty years you've been with them, and underpaid the whole time, as you've often told me. That must be put right. Then you should sacrifice that What you've a just claim to you'd take, and no more." "They wouldn't understand it that way." "You could write them a letter ex­ plaining. If I were treated like a dog I'd show them I could bite like one, too. But here, you're not drinking. Same again, miss, please." • * • "You couldn't have anything much simpler," said the young man a little later. "It will be June If, wont it?" "If I do it" "There's next to nothing for you to do, Tarrant 1 shall be waiting for you in the cab at the comer. You've only got to step in, and after that all the arrangements will be in my hands I'll have you on the other side of the channel before T ampin n and Bird know that their moneys gone." "And you agree to return to them anything which may be left over after I've taken what I am really entitled to?" The young man' suppressed a smile. "Certainly," he feaid. "You can do all when you write to them to ex- After all, you're only giving a punishment that they deserve. mm wlMt uss besatli urt Jocuttiai soutd tad 'iifc find us." II." 3aid',«3j| ii*'. You be I Urtnuteaof •hen the 1MI in a ^ ._ of TaMKpL, nnrslsg him lor and defection. • • • Tkere is a tomlg&aae in tery at Kensal Orssfc to tL of Alfred WilUfP *fctrant. . somewhat sudSenly on June afittotion of bf his employe] Who kne . j,t Buliiojr " m » Swlmnth f A lew persons who happened to be on tie landing s* ,«toaarsle, 'JtoRgtca Pay, early one mowing, witn^p|en ill-matched swimming race. Ths con­ testants were two dogs, a Newfound­ land and a bulldog. The .ft unexpected. The hull, by the and pluck characteristic of bis . won from the Newfoundland by afarly one hundred yards, in spite of his rival's natural swimming advaiti^. Mr. Kennedy, the owner i>f Badger, the victor, and a neighbor of his who owns the big Newfoundland had ar­ ranged some time ago to have this face come off. Last Tuesday mWsfSK they went out in a rowboat, **k«ng both dogs with them. After they had rowed some distance across the 'Flats," the Newfoundland, at a Big nal from his master, jumped into the water, but the bull had to be thrown overboard. Mr. Kennedy, who was at the oars, pulled away for shore as fast as he eould, the Newfoundland immediately following the boat with the long, sweeping, powerful stroke usual* to these natural swimmers. But Badger lost time by turning round and round a couple of times when he reached the surface after his unex­ pected plunge. As soon as he espfsd the boat, however, and heard his vas­ ter calling him, he literally walked through the water to the boat. Badger swam with quick, strsng strokes of his powerful forelegs, a sort of "overhand," which looked as if he were trying to pull himself out of the water. He, of course, wasted much of his strength In this attempt to lift himself out, while his isre skillful opponent went ahead quickly and easily through the water. It was interesting to note that the Newfound­ land swam with only the top of his head shewing above the surface of the water, while the bulldog kept his entire head and the greater part of his neck above the surface. Though less skillful the latter's smaller body and greater strength soon told. He quickly overhauled his antagonist and soon passed him, constantly increas­ ing the lead to the finish, when it was nearly one hundred yards. Both dogs were pretty well winded when pulled out, nadger less than the otherrand he recovered sooner than the Newfoundland. They are both fine, well-grown specimens of their breeds. The Newfoundland won a second prise at ths dog show a few years ago. The race was the result of an argu­ ment between the masters of the two dogs, in whioh Mr. Kennedy main­ tained that the strength and endurance of the bull would overcome the skill of the other dog, and facts showed that Mr. Kennedy was correct in,-Ate view. He based it upon an event which Iweoened within the ..personal knowledge of one of his ancestors. Mr. KenneCy's grandfather was an Englieiun#n*\nd served as first mat* on a merchantman plying between Trfwdoa and tiaJUtax. This Yeasslwaa wrecked a couple of miles off shore in a dense fog. On board were three prize dogs of the Newfoundland is- riety, which were being exported to a sporting club In London. The cap­ tain tried to send a line ashore bf means of these dogs and thus communication with land. One otths dogs wss put overboard with a strong, thin line fastened to his collar. On was killed almost instantly by a wavs driving a broken spar against him. More care was taken with the other two dogs, but each was overcome by the terrific sea running, and wan drowned before half the distance been covered. As a last resort Mr. Kennedy** grandfather suggested making a trial with the captain's brindled bulldog, and his suggestion was acted upon. After almost five hours of terdfle struggling with the raging sea tk* brave dog was tenderly lifted out of the water, barely alive, and saved from the rocks upon which he would have been dashed to death. That .bull­ dog saved the lives of all the men on board that ship by his pluck snd en­ durance. It is quite natural for . Mr. Kennedy to set store by bplldega and Badger in particular, for he Is a de­ scendant of the brindled bull that did tor his grandfather what three pptoe Newfoundlands could not do. WMd iMdh Every farmer should make himself familiar with the form of weed seeds that are likely to get into his clover and other farm seeu. The experiment stations recognize the necessity for this and are doing some work for the enlightenment of agriculturists on the subject. A number of bulletins have been published illustrating the differ­ ent seeds. The weed seeds that are given most' attention are those that are likely to be found in alfalfa, red clover, white clover, crimson clover, alsike clover, Japan clover, Bokhara clover, yellow trefoil, esparcette and «erradella. To show to what extent seed may be adulterated,. Mr. Hocks of the Department of Agriculture, in the 1894 year book, reetos a case where the sample sold as Mparcette analyzed as follows; "Brettus mollis (a spsdes of gram worthless for forage), 84 per cent; weed snorts. 8 per cent; chaff, 8 per cent, and no espar­ cette St all." _ . jtfeaosng*. : up siwi esme out to me and bin hevfin' a law- to have won?" fV . Was as cl'ar *s .. ^. Jisller a muwl fur 940, jiid he pj^Jife fis down and bucfcsd the I orter faaft a verdict as «ua&jRi shootin'." . the lAw ia' uncertain." "I reckon it is. The suit was de­ cided ag'in me yisterday. I went home and got my gun and was back in town th« ffest thing this mawnln', but be had gone." "Who?" , ' "The defendant Couldn't find hide nor ha'r oJUWm. The Jedge w«a ,a!so gone. the Jury. So defendant's lswyer. Drat 'em, httt they nil slipped out and din't give me no show." ta!*o show for what?** w ^ "Why, what did I go after my gun ror? What's she loaded with buck­ shot fur? What am I a-feelin' so cast down and broken up about? I was gwine to shute, of co*Se, biit they wouldn't wait!" "Well, you Shouldn't take it so to heart," I said, hoping to console , him a bit. "It's powerful tuff, fur I wns dead right about it," he answered as he looked up the road," but thar's one lit­ tle gleam of hope left. The lawyer who, had my case is comin' along this "Way this even', and I'm a-gwine to hold him under that shotgun till he hands me over the $10 I paid him to talk fur me! Dag-gene it. but I hain't a-gwine to let the hoi! btlin' lot of 'em git cl'ar off without gittin' a shot in on somebody! 'Tain't human natur" and It hain't in the lawB of the sov'rigs state of Arkansas that I should!** 3BtoW lOfflS AJI too sooar. t' From the Southern Farm Magazine:• "Pooh," said a man in an omiibus, ait to and other business, men were on^ their way to the city, "my wife is ths most methodical, careful, neat woman you ever saw. It is all nonsense for a woman to let a house run into dis­ orderly ways. You ought to See how my wife does things." "Weil, of course, that is all very well in theory," responded another, "but the best housekeeper gets be­ hind, or riTBilllsg • -- i i II i b i i b " "My wife never does. She is- always the same. She keeps everything in 'Jirst-oiass order/' "She must be a remarkable person," said another man. "HOW long have you been married?" "Ten years. And she has never dis­ appointed me. Why, gentlemen, always put everything in the same place and you know just Where to find what you want. For Instance, I went to my handkerchief drawer this morn­ ing before daylight and took out a handkerchief and put it in my pocket before starting out, and I know just as well as rknow my own name that tbgt hSWdketehlef is just a size, and has my initials worked pn one cor- >r." Md the boastfyl man put his hand to his^poohet and pulled out--and un­ folded--a white nightcap, with long Strings datwMng from it. •" J y«r father** Jlmmle." "Naw; he's stopped.** / i lV',.. . > "And phwat's all the noise the*?** "He's soberin'up." The queen having departed, after Hriag dsposltsd with Aer royal eon- sort a piece of her mind, the court jes­ ter remarked; "Sire, yon remind me of JOng Hen­ ry VIII.** "Too much wife?" Jsjfced the mon­ arch, in haste to get ji horse on the jester. . "That ain't bfd for an amateur," re; plied the couH jester, "but I was al­ luding to the fact that he was called the bluff king. Gimme a cigar, will yon?'*--Indianapolis Press. More trunk lines cross Indî » ||pg la th« Mother (reading telegram)--Henry telegraphs that the game is over and he c*me out of it with three broken ribs, a broken noee and four teeth put Father (eagerly)--And who won? Mother--He don't^say. VMher (impatiently--Confound it all! That boy newer thinks of any­ body but himself. Now, I'll have to wait until I get the morning paper.-- Puc*. Shelfah. "Peoplesometimes find pearls in oys ters. do tihey not?" inquired a young glit yi ĵ o waiter placed a stSMkinf the popular '-rliapifi; actress, who had asked her out lunch. "And," she ftouriih of her to tinued with a casionally one gets a diamond out of . 0M ities, "your mother are unwiUing to MmM Wait, now. { saiadoated tl d i d m y f a t h e r m e . " "I wouldn't tsli lt" "See *#re, young man, impudent I'm proqd ofao^abn mater and I love her. the world's greatest institutions of learning. Some of the grandest^men of history Wire her sons. Dojrt ydu want a collegium course?" ^ * "I mo^eertainly do. I'm bent upon it But ip;Harvard"!i^;'^^ rether to Yale or«vea to versity aj Iowa or of Minnesoti. You must give me credit tor having some pride too. It appears to run In the family." "What are you talking fbout, boy? Who has any greater right to be proud than has a graduate of Havard, heaven bless her, Iowa, indeed!" "Did you read about the last game between Yale and .Harvard--how the bluee ripped 'em up, tore them to pieces, walked all over them, pulver­ ized them and never gave them a score? Those Harvards are a lot of chumps and farmers in my estimation and they're not the associates 1 want whenJL don the togs. I could never make a reputation in that gang. I might just as well drop football right now as to go to Harvard, but it wonld crush my ambition, father." The pater could only choke and wave the youth out of the room. Now the boy is considering an ultimatum which permits, him either to go to Harvard or to run a stock farm in a community where there is no football team. . , - TASDIfQftC SHOW, "Yesterday I 'saw a man drop "feefty feet from ter vindow to de sidevalk down! ' "Killed quick, I guess!!" .* "Nlen; notliurted eve*!!l&; " D ey.^as pigs' 4eet!!'.!" f^•' v|, • -- • ft •' ifvir How did he acquire the reputatkm of being such a brilliant man?'* In­ quired one voter. "By means of his convincing man­ ner," answered the other. "He got people to believing that he t|muwif|l.i understood his own argumsnta, »4jnd they regarded him as a gepivs.-- Washington Stm%. :v'M ':W:: i Shop Taff.' The man stood in the dresfsaaking shop waiting for a bundle his wife told him to get. The telephone bell rang and the dear young person that answered it turned to the maaager aad gftid: "It JsMrs. Jones. She said you didn't cut her little girl's throat right at all, and she wants to know what you are go­ ing to do about it--Indianapolis Press. the gray . -o. colorfcua thousand li by si aktt com parm on dlu#-»Say, mother, I sa man with a gun prowling around over yonder awhile ago. Do you think there is any danger? Mother--Well, that depends oh ths color. Was he r^d? "No, he looked rather blue." **Oh, well, if he looked blue he must be green. Gueea thee»'s »o danger;"-- Life. ' ; • . • ' ' BMented the Commercial' Pbraifett. "I suppose you will be glad to gcjt back to Washington and settle down to business?" "Yes," answered Senator Sorghum a little testily. "Although there isn't any use of putting it in that language. It Isn't quite like a man's going cm 'Change. • you know.--Wsshi«gtoa star. Ani«*r«4 All Sight Schoolboy--Did you know about that baby that was fed on elephant's milk and gained twenty pounds a day? Schoolmaster (Indignantly)--No, I didn't. Whose baby was it?--answer mo, or I'll thrash you, Bx-<Q«*ea la Cl«<« ^ France has much to blush ft>r in the treatment which has been accorded to ex-Queen Ranavolo of Madagascar. Though the queen was removed from her capital with little ceremony, after the conquest of Madagascar and sent into exile at Algiers, She was allowed to take with her a small retinue of na­ tive attendants. She was deprived one by one of these attendants until there was left to her only one, an old digni­ tary of the court who took the office of interpreter, for Ranavolo, though she speaks English, linew no word of French. Now they have sent the in­ terpreter back to Madagascar and left qqeen alone with her guards. It been decided that she is never to hear her native tongue and r again to see one of her own . though France has wrested from her ancestral domains and ahe is less in the hands of France. Her position seems to call for some of the "pHy wWeh the French have been offer- , , < .. -„jf •£>- \ -I •>'.& . » ' -V lag so liberally to Kruger. Her guards •t Algiers are all about her houee.4M4- rtie Is treated with, scant tesf«ct» * 'X ' solieil har They wart, sid Thta. , them i^ iiore 'blues. Moreover. ofp«§est ihe "blues" '•^Wown heaths." for beds, bu# l^f§| with no such obvious compose their, limbs in thf» 4inee of the nia»t yrm Hisir heads <|Mm. "towed to lilMip like a leif, ;^tioloring, makes tttous than tho aa grass has no any -way - like. tha^Vv> the contrast of^ C a n i t b e ' . t h a t * % V pliant colorii% hy^ • :-l leaves shaped sleeping shape atti^ the blues,< _ day makes them conspicuous to every enemy, have learnt caution, while thobU brown heaths, lefts exposed to risk, are less careful of concealment? Be^" I it* noticed that moths and butterflies go to sleep in different attitudes. > r\ M o t h s f o l d t h e i r w i n g s b a c k u p o n t h e i r f ? T ' , ; l , bodies, covering the lower Wing,' £ ^ ̂ which Is usually .bright in color, witl* !® # ^ the upper wing. They fold their an-": tennae back on the line of their wrings. *J*'r Butterflies raise the wings above feehr [i/: bodies and lay them back to back, putt- ^ ting their antennae between theri, ifj w,vu uvbwt^a inem, xc ^ they move at all.--London Spectator, ^ '"iH rTOHT WITH Lto '^wrboy. |B a 0. with a Hog* Beast. •' *•' Three Tonto basin cowboys had a^ "k' " wrestling contest with the largest mountain lion ever killed th Arizona. » ,*; " ^ a few; days ago. The men, Georga Hubbard, Hardy Schell, and A. C. ' * Harer, were riding the range near Sa- lome creek. Schell had the only fire-* arm In the party, a rifle, and had only one cartridge for It. The cowboys routed the lion out of some rocks rode after it to rope it If possible. Schell tried a 200-yard shot and knocked the lion over, apparently kill- ing it, with ft bullet through its neok. ; The three then rpie up and dismount-^ 1 \ fcd, to ^kd that tips lion had only ^ sturmed by the Shot. As they ap­ proached it jumped to its feet ^and^ leaped at Schell, who knocked It aside with a blow from the butt of the v4fie.. The enormouB cat then jumped f Hubbard, crunching the man's lef%arnhx, fv and badly lacerating his body with its ~ ¥,"<, claws. But Hubbard, who is poSpsss- \\\ - ed of exceptional strength, caught- the \\ beast by the throat and a front foot. Schell,at the same time seized the hlndl feet, while Harer ran in and cut: th* f' * ^ , • lion's throat with a small knife. lion undoubtedly had been wealMMd "i \ - by the jbullet wound, and the men «oa- % sider themselves fortunate to have ee- v- _ %ith their lives. The akin mass- lK ures 9 feet 10 inches frofi tip to tftp. 4 '% , , ,. * - - •« • • r ' Th « l>eear of UMlcefc r Andrew Lang is moaning over the ; wUne of intellect. Why he does sa VH f 5 is dlflcult to say, for Mr. Lang's ^ver- jr1 Kittle.'and voluminous writings find a padp* market and many readers. Yet lurHWUfrltl' he (fiscourses in this man- ner: "The human intellect, like 'the • ' service,' has long been 'going to the dogs.' Old-fashioned people tell ua ^ ^ that 'nobody recdls anything but news- ^ papers and aonds.' Many critics, in b ^ j t h e s e r i a l r e v i e w s a p o l o g i z e s t o r n o t i c - , s ' , - j ing a work that is not avowedly • a jr" . , \ Work of fiction. Most reviewers ha*» long droppsdj the hypocrisy of pret*gd» C ing . to own any acquaintance with the * * subjects of historical, antiquarian, / "J anthropological, mythological and • other erudite books. They frankly ^ avow their ignorance, unashamed. f f Poetry is still 'a drag in the market," / 5 " .' except when some new bard is wel- i ,: oomed as an exquisite blend of Shake- ^ „ speare and Racine. 'Literary gossip' j£ v f, ^ is concerned only with the wealth at- f talned by a few manufacturers of fus- f I; , J tian. Lately I saw a grown man read- \ " , v ing Sully's 'Memoirs,' in French, too. * and, like the Ancient Mariner, *1 *'• blessed him unawares,' so unusual waa the spectacle. The classics of all lan- .% gusges, as a lady lately declared In ^ V^r y print, have become 'glorified school ^ . <, v„ Dolby's S»«l fall. Some years ago, writes a cofrsaposid- ent of the Jlslly ChronWlsi^iMr. Dodby. who was Charles Dickens' manager, and has just died "miserable and pen- nlHrrn," in Fulham inQjjmary, ,was in a. p' qt|tte respectable pa|i||pn, but was R; fait drifting into »:miptless,' vagrant || life. He was fond of recalling his as- sociation with the novelist, but never % told any anecdotes about him. He I ^ accompanied Dicjketos on his reading fy tours. and his services were greatly | appreciated. On one occasion Dickens ^ wrote from Liverpool, "Dolby wonld S do anything to lighten the work, and if does everything." In another letter from Glasgow, be described him as "an agreeable companion, an .excellent manager, and a good fellow." H Dolby wrote a book entitled "Charles Dick­ ons as I Knew Htm," which Miss Dick­ ens considered "the best and truest picture of her father yet written." Able to Care for Himself. j When Audyard KipUng was a lad ha went on a sea voyage with his father, Lockwood Kipling. Soon after the vessel got under way,Mr. Kipling went below, .leaving the boy pn deck. Pres­ ently there was a great commotion overhead, and one of the ship's officers rushed down and banged at Mr. Kip- ling's door. "Mr. K|pling." he cried, "your boy has crawled out on the yard-arm, and if he lets go hell drown!" "Yes," said Mr. Kipling, glad to know that nothing serious wss tiba matter; "but he won't let go.*" > *' * V J f ^ I f J v. M*1 1 * ' i All delicate situations are OKirs sm less indelicate.