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port trade of some of OUT manvd'actu Bradford's Export^ of Woolen, .UoodSi • [By special cable.}, ^OLE\\ Ff\C\QVC< THEIR PUNISHMENT "TV. "T" IGHT was falling on the val- l \ j ] ' a y b e t w e e n t h e s n o w - c a p p e d ^ peaks. The mountain tops, however,' were still bathed in the splen­ did rosy light with which the Alps are colored by the rays of the setting sun. These brilliant peaks made the shad­ ows, which crowded over the little town "timidly hanging over the rocks?' appear bla'ekgr and more silent. , The angelus bell rang from the tower of t|ie old abbey. Wijthin the slow chant of vespers rose from the choir benches' of blackened,holm oak, over which.the' sanctuary lamp ca'st its flickering light. Away down the broad nave, quite dark and deserted, a woman was pray­ ing. Was . she praying, or "was she - merely lost in th6 intense melancholy of the hour.and place? Kneeling on the stone, "she had fallen, her arms lower­ ed, her hands crossed, in an inert and 'Wearied. attitude!,' * .{j < -• The darkness of the place and: the black ve,il that covered Tier head con­ cealed lire expression of her "face. How­ ever. whether she was praying or whether she was wrapped in reverie, she was so absorbed that she did not perceive that the evening song was' over, nor did she hear the soft steps of the monks who were leaving. Suddenly the stillness was broken by the tinkling of a bunch of keys which echoed through the church, while a voice cried out: "We close!" Hearing this the lady rose hastily and withdrew, gathering about her waist as she went the long black cloak which covered her tall and slender figure. She left the church, aud as she passed along the narrow streets of the village the few passers-by turned to look at her with a certain cariosity, but yet without- actual wonder. Every day at the same hour for eigh­ teen years had that lady been seen pass­ ing by, wrapped in her black cloak, her face covered by her thick, black veil. For eighteen years her mysterious pres­ ence in that far-off valley had furnish­ ed a subject to the imagination and gos- 1 sip of the inhabitants. And yet, little by little, before that impenetrable mys­ tery, imaginations had ceased to work and t-ongues were now reduced to si­ lence. Accompanied by her husband, she had arrived one evening, as already stated, about eighteen years previous to the time we are describing. They with but little baggage. They had alighted at the hotel, where they lived for several months while the house they had bought on the outskirts of the town was being repaired. It was a pretty cottage, surrounded., by a full garden of roses. From Ifae day they had settled in that very modest abode they had led a quiet life. They were known as Signor and Signora Nicolini, but on their silver plate there was a monogram bearing a crown. What could be their motive for con­ cealing their name? How had they come to that remote corner of the world? Why did they not wish to see anyone, either relatives or friends? Why did they live alone, as if they had come from some other planet? They were, indeed, kind to all and charitable to the poor. But their kind­ ness kept people at a distance, and when they opened their purse it was apparently without feeling. The husband, a tall, strong man, with an almost athletic physique, ap­ peared. at the time of their arrival, to be about 50 years of age, his wife not more than 25, They were never seen together. He went hunting, or took long walks, al­ ways alone. She wandered among the roses of her garden, and every day. morning and evening, she went to the abbey and came back, walking with the same slow aud mechanical step. They received papers, magazines, books, but never a letter. Both seemed sad, of a gloomy and desolate sort of sadness, which those who approached them felt themselves. Many a servant, indeed, had gone away unable to endure that icy atmosphere. It is certain that they neither wrangled nor spoke harshly; ou the contrary, there was always between them a dead silence, interrupted only by those short phrases which daily contact made nec­ essary. Reaching the garden gate, as if fight­ ing an inward repugnance, the lady stopped aud passed by. Then she i turned back and again passed the gate. | At last she entered. band, returning home, had found them together, their hands clasped! Oh, the terrible recollection! The thought of it made the blood rush to her heart, and she again felt the same shame,. the same terror, which had wholly overpowered her before her judge's revolver and stern face. Everything had suddenly assumed a strange rapidity. She had faced her husbahd, crying: "Mercy! mercy! I promise to never see him again!" Her husband had hesitated a mo­ ment; had looked at them, crushing •tfiem under the weight of .his contempt ; then, without lowering his revolver, had dictated these conditions; "Promise on the gospel, on your eter­ nal life, that you will never see . this creature again; that, you will obey me in ail; and that you will accept the pun­ ishment which 1 may please to inflict." In the anguish of her fear ,and Jove she had promised, word for word; what lie, had insisted upon. . . . On a sign of .her husband the young man, humiliated and vilified, had de­ parted and her expiation had begun. Her husband had resigned his com­ mand in the army and had gone to live on that mountain slope, assuming a false nan^E^ hiding his secret from all. Like two sro^es that fall to the bottom of the sea, fhey had disappeared from society without leaving any trace. Twice a year she wrote to her mother. Her husband read her letters, would mail them himself in some far-off place. Finally her mother had died, and from that day no letters were sent. In that terrible isolation she had gone through all the stages of despair. For several days she declined to eat. wish­ ing to starve; but her inexorable judge had said to her : * "You are a Christian; you have prom­ ised to obey; therefore eat."" And she obeyed, because even in her excess of despair and revolt, even amidst her thoughts of suicide, the idea of failing in her promise had never crossed her mind. That promise was, in a certain sense, the supreme inher­ itance of her love, the painful tie that bound her to the past. As she had lived, hope alone remain­ ed. She had hoped that her husband, after lie had noticed her sweetness? do­ cility and patience, would relent; and for many years she had observed his pensive forehead day by day, hoping to see on it a sign of forgiveness. He never treated her rudely, he never allowed himseh to be wanting in re~ spect toward her, nor to speak to her a harsh or sharp word. Only once, having found her sobbing in a lit of despair, he had said to her: "My life is no better than yours, yet I have betrayed no one." He had, in fact, sacrificed everything --liis ambition, career, family, pleas­ ures--to bury himself with her, in the same atonement. She had hoped, but in vain. Days, weeks, years had glided on in an in­ flexible monotony; self-control vanish­ ed, she became-the sport of moods, ac­ cording to the time and humor--now weary of life, now tormented by re­ morse, now iritated aud full of hatred. How many a time she had said to her­ self: "He is old and I am young; lie will die and I shall be free! When shall I be free?" * * * * • • And now he was dying. At this thought she felt a strange spirit-like feeling, which startled her. At last she was about to be free, her own mistress, her actions free, her thoughts free, free to love and be loved! Ah! the joy of escaping from her pris­ on, of seeking other horizons, of grasp­ ing friendly hands! She felt a kind of intoxication in her brain, and rose, feeling the need to walk or move; stiiluess was death, and she had enough of death, silence, cold­ ness, solitude. And as the moon, which was high above the horizon, sent its pale rays through the window she went to lean against the mantelpiece, seized by a kind of uneasiness. She turned her face to the mirror, and stood there, looking at herself. She was still beautiful. .Then her ,lips parted vfith a smile. Those who had known her would know her still. But who would still remem­ ber her? And what had become of her friends, of her acquaintances? And what had become of hfm? At this question she felt herself seized upon by fear; not. that she would appear lo him less handsome, or that she had been forgotten. She feared (hat she might find him unlike the Image he Then, before the terrfbte Impotence or that-conscious agony, she felt that pity, together with remorse, was en­ treating' her heart, arid, being n^oved by an irresistible power, she bent over the dying, man, stretched her arm to the cross that hung over his pillow, and with a low but distinct voice she1 ."re­ peated her promise: "1 promise that I will; never see him again." 1 The contracted face of the dying man beamed with serenity, his eyelids lowered over liis dim. eyes, while the only two tears which she had ever seeu flowing from these severe eyes came down his cheeks, already cold. • Those two tears were to her like bap­ tism of pardon which.washed her guilt away, and a great peace descended upon her heart. Slitf opened the' AViBdOW, s&tt the" starry heavens along the snowy peaks, over which the moonished its pale and serene smile; then, lowering her eyes to the.deep valley, she saluted, as if she saw it for the first timp, that prison where her life would be spent. She well knew that, to keep her promise, so that fate should not bring the. lovers of former, days together, it was neces-. sary that she should remain exiled from all, unknown, forgotten, forever. The tomb, which had opened for an instant, had closed forever, and closed in peace.-T-Boston Transcript. , In the hall she found a Servant. who^j bad left in her heart; that she might on the mute question of her look an­ swered: "Still in the same condition, signora." She put, her cloak and bonnet on a chair and went upstairs. There she stopped, hesitating again, before one of the doors on the first floor. Opening it rudely, she entered a large, dismal room. Here on an iron bed. a bed be­ fitting a soldier, lay her husband. Noiselessly she drew near, listened to the sick man's heavy and painful breathing, and, bending over him, she tried to see his face. Little by little, her eyes growing ac­ customed to the darkness, she could perceive his convulsed and livid fea­ tures, his cheeks furroV"id with red .veins. His heavy eyelids were half closed, his nose, drawn and emaciated, stood out above his blue, half-opened lips, from which came a short, whis­ tling breath. He was dying! A woman who had been watching at the bedside had left the i;oom as soon as the signora had come in. And now •the latter' was alone with the dying man,.gazing on that human face that held her in subjection so many years, and that was now fading away. This hour, looked forward to for eighteen years, this hour longed for, prayed 1W in the silent revolt of her downtrodden hearty the hour of her liberty, had come at last. . The" lady seated herself and let. her mind turn once more to the past. It was the old, old story. She met a young man. Their souls blended. At'first it was innocent friendship; then ,the storm of passion. One day her bus- find him changed physically and mor­ ally and not recognize him; that he would be a stranger to her. While she heaped sttch thoughts she saw before herself in the mirror, feebly illuminated by the reflection of the moon, two dilated eyes gazing on her like coals. Being affrighted by that gaze of the dying man. who seemed as if he wanted to follow her in her guilty reverie, she turned with an irresistible motion and went toward the bed. obey­ ing. in spite of herself, a kind of im­ perious and magnetic call. Then i^ seemed to her as if a deep and desperate- voice came from that face, which was growing stone-like: "I have loved you. I have worshiped you all my life, and you have betrayed me. For years and years I have waited with a painful desire a word that would put balm on my bleeding,.wound, but you have let me suffer. 1 was inno­ cent and shared your expiation. I took on me half of your punishment, hoping that at least repentance would would come to your heart, and lo! with a murdering wish you would like to hasten my'death. anil as you find it too slow your thoughts turn against your marriage vows. Foolish aud faithless that you are! My death cannot free you! Did you not,say 'Never?' " She understood all this as plainly as if he had really spoken, and suddenly she felt the horror of the evil she had (lone. Yes, he had loved her," he had adored her always, before . and after her guilt, and she had placed the cold­ ness of her passive obedience over against the man's passion. DIDN'T GET WHAT SHE WANTED, A Young "Woman Who Undertook to Squelch a Grocery Clerk. . Two pretty young women entered a large uptown grocery one evening last week. From their conversation it was evident that they belonged to some boarding school in the neighborhood, and had stolen out for a few minutes to buy dainties, which they meant to smuggle to their rooms. "There's one thing I don't like about the clerks in this store," said one of them, while they waited for the sales­ man. "and that's the way they insist on telling you that you don't want wha t you do want and that you do want what you don't want. Every time I come in here I have the same experience, and I'm just tired of it. The next time it happens I'm going to tell the clerk just what I think of him." At that moment a clerk approached and asked the young women what wanted. The one who had so -much to complain about pointed at one of a row of cracker tins and said: "I want a pound of those." "Oh. no, you don't," said the clerk suavely, "you want one of these, or these here; they're all very nice." The young woman threw a glance which said, "What did I tell you?" at her companion, and turning to the clerk said fiercely: c "No. I don't, anything of the kind. 1 want these and ho others." "I beg your pardon," lie began, "1 thought " ) "Never mind what you thought." sa id tlie young woman. "I guess I know what I want. Now, just let me have a pound of those, please," and she turn­ ed to her companion with a look of tri­ umph on her face, which plainly meant, "Didn't I squelch liim?" "Very well, madam," said the clerk humbly, "but may I ask whether they are for yourself?" "Well, of all the -impertinent ques­ tions " began the young woman, when her companion interrupted, and. turning to the clerk, said: "Why do you ask?" "Oh, because they're dog biscuit," re­ plied the clerk, indifferently. "Still, of course, if you want them you can have them." "Never mind." faltered the young woman who had insisted on having "what she wanted. "I guess I don't want anything at all." and she strutted out of the store looking very much ashani- „ed and followed by her companion, who was struggling to hide her laugh­ ter. The clerk didn't say anything, but there was a satisfied smile on his face as he banged the cover down on the can of dog biscuit and walked away to wait on another customer.--New York Sun. AMERICAN FREE TRADE Bradford's Exports vZ 'Woolen Goods* Year, ^ 1805:..,. Value. £5k70r,2« Gain' to Bradford over McKin ley protection period. £3.473,640 JOHN BULL--'Well done, Bradford. One year's Yankee tree trade'as done over $17,500,000 better lor you th.an tbeir blarsted protection. If Grover<hain't gone back on us ^altogether, and don't sign tlaeir new tariff bill, you'll 'ave tiiis snap for two years more." JOHN BULL--JOHN CHINAMAN. The free trade papers^bntinue en­ thusiastic over an increase in the ox­ ers. They are encouraging the "Rob­ ber Barons" to do more of it, anything that will keep them out of the good home market. Americans are urged to sell to Chinamen, but they must not interfere with John Bull in the Ameri­ can market. As they have entirely overlooked the farmers, we deem it ad­ visable to compare the foreign trade in our agricultural products with that of our manufactured goods for the fust nine months of 1891. ISO 12 and IN95: Nine minths' exports to Sept. ,'50: 1S91. Agricultural $455,857,024 n u fa ctn res, 120,911.057 Agricultural 7 Manufactures Agricultural . Manufactures 1S92. .$498,800,175 . 111,290,$2 4 ,. $355,977,041 . 145,793,580 Comparing this year with 1891, it is seen that our exports of agricultural products have been $100,000,000 less than then, while our exports of manu­ factures have increased by less than $19,000,000. The net loss in our export trade, therefore, was $81,000,000. Oom- poring this year with 1892, we find that the decrease in our agricultural ex­ ports has been $143,000,000, while the increase in our exports of manufac­ tures was $34,500,000. The net loss in this year's export trade, as relating to agricultural and manufactured pro- duets, was $10S,500,000 iu nine months, or at the rate of $135,000,000 a year. This exhibits in a remarkable man­ ner how we are capturing the markets of the world. While the free-traders are urging manufacturers to capture the trade of .Tohu Chinaman, would it " not be worth their while to try and res­ cue some of our own trade from John Bull? It would also be praiseworthy, ' at least, if they directed their energy aud talents to discovering some relief for our farmers. Adelaide Neilson's Tears. There never was an actress who could command her lachrymal glands as Adelaide Neilson could. Several of her leading men found out her peculiar faculty to their cost. One of them was "Jack" Barnes. At the time the English actor was young and slender, arid rath­ er fancied himself in such parts as Romeo, going to considerable expense in the matter of dressing. For Romeo he had some lovely costumes, all silk, satin and lace. A delicate pale blue jacket was his favorite in one of the scenes between Romeo and Juliet, but he was awfully sorry he had it before the season was over. After a few per­ formances Barnes noticed that the beautiful pale blue silk on the front of the jacket was stained in some way. There were long streaks in it, which he could not account for. .That night Miss •Neilson and he were in one of their pa - thetic love scenes. Her head rested on his breast. She looked up, turned her face to the audience a moment, which at once burst into most tumultuous ap­ plause. When she turned her face to­ ward Barnes again he saw the tears streaming down her cheeks. lie glanced at his costume, and saw the cause of the stains. There were several fresh wet streaks on the handsome pale blue silk made by • Juliet's tears. , Barnes tried to hold her head away from him, but the costume had to be sacrificed to art. and when the season was over his costume was a striped instead of a plain blue silk .the change having been caused by Juliet's too realistic weeps.-- Ralph Edmunds, iu Footlights. Collisions. A new invention has been designed to prevent collisions at sea. At a recent test the force from electro-magnetic coils stationed on board a vessel suc-0 cessfully influenced a chemically pre­ pared compass stationed some six miles awajveausing it to set up an instanta­ neous peal of bells. In Italy. On Italian llre engines the hose is fitted with electric wires, by means of which-die fireman working the nozzle can. on pressing| the button so many times, signal to those at the pump to drive the water through at half speed or cut it off-altogether, and so forth. Rheumatism Among Sailors. Of'-every 1,000 sailors, S4 have rheu matisrn eyex-y year. Beet Sugar's Great Danger. The growth of the beet sugar industry in this State has attracted the attention of the sugar trust. Jobbers and dealers have been notified that if they sell the refined product of Nebraska factories the trust will decline to sell them a cheaper grade. The foregoing appeared as a dispatch from Omaha in the New York Sun. There have been rumors to this effect before now and it is just as well that the situation be thoroughly understood. The establishment of the beet sugar in­ dustry on a large scale is of vital im­ portance to the Uuited States. It will afford' a new and profitable crop for farmers and it will render us inde­ pendent,^ foreign countries for our' supply of sugar. It will keep gold at home. That it has not been more widely extended has been partly due to a fear that the sugar trust would do one of two things--either establish a boycott against licet sugar or under­ sell it on a non-paying basis in those markets where it is produced! Any attempt of this kind must, and will, be met by the friends of protection. Free refined sugar and protection for do­ mestic beet sugar will kill the sugar trust and afford protection for the American farmer. The sugar trust is a public nuisancer an excresence ab­ horrent to free Americanism. The best interests-of the majority of the people demand its destruction. It must go. It will go, sooner or later. The sooner the issue comes the better. The Value of Mulea. 1S92. 1895. Number 2,314,099 2.333,108 Total value.. .$174,882,070 $110,927.S34 Value per head $75.55 $47.55 Department of Agriculture reports give the foregoing farm figures. Since McKinley protection there was an in­ crease of IS,409 niules, a decrease of $03,954,230 in their total value, the loss,, being $2S on each mule. This is the difference between protection and free trade times. significant to our cotton manufacturers who.may feel the effect of this cheap labor competition a little sooner than they anticipated. _ Potato Area and Harvest, We have already shown that the low value at which potatoes are selling this year is due to the larger area of land planted to that crop, because of the smaller area planted to tobacco, as farmers found the price paid for tobac­ co unremunerative under the existing low tariff. Iu the November crop re­ port of the Department of Agriculture, Secretary Morton said: "New York, Pennsylvania, Michigan. Wisconsin, Minnesota and Iowa--States of large acreage--have all yields of more than 100 bushels per acre; some of them greatly in excess of that figure. The general average for quality is 94.S. The States of large yield named above are also among those in which the quality is high. In three of them it is ratpd above 100." So as to note the effect of the de­ creased tobacco area planted in three of these States of "large acreage" and "of large yield," as well as in Massa­ chusetts, which Secretary Morton did not include, we give the decrease in the tobacco area of each, their average yield of potatoes and the average qual­ ity of their potato crop: Decrease in Average tobacco area. potato yield. State. Per cent. Bushels. Quality. New York 35 Pennsylvania. .27 Wisconsin ... .48 Massachusetts. 15 In these four States the average yield of potatoes was 118 bushels per acre and the average quality was 100--that is a perfect crop. All of these States were tobacco growing States and their tobacco area was reduced while their acreage planted to potatoes was In­ creased. The result was that the rich tobacco lands gave enormous yields of potatoes of excellent quality.' It would be better for farmers who grow pota­ toes that more land should again be used in growing tobacco. This can be assured by restoring the McKinley tar­ iff on tobacco leaf. mal and exceptional business profits, which, under the system which pro­ duces such surplus, increase, without corresponding benefit to the people at large, the vast accumulations of a few among our citizens whose fortunes, ri­ valling the wealth of the most favored in anti-democratic nations, are not the natural .growth of a steady, plain, and industrious republic." The man who wrote this, whatever it means, could never own a private surplus. People Must Be Obeyed. How can a protectionist consistently endorse the last and desperate resort of the bankrupt free trade,.administra­ tion. to pay the running expenses of the government by borrowing incyiey, and at such exorbitant rates as no hon­ orable _ business firm Mr. W. D. Hbfcfclls' forthcoming nov- el Is to be entitled "The Landlord of the Lion's HeacL" It is a story of American summer hotel life. - "Tnquisara" is th e title, of F. Marlon Crawford's new story, a dramatic ture of Italian life and character. The story will run serially in the London Queen. A new edition of Robert Louis Ste­ venson's little book, "The Child's Gar­ den of Verses," is to be issued, illus­ trated by Charles Robinson, a young English artist. .. .. The new edition of Byron's works is to be issued in fen handsome vol­ umes. The addition to the poems of the letters of Byron was an excellent idea on the part of the editor, W. E. Henley. • A timely book published is "The City of the Sultans; or, Constantinople, the Sen|inel of the Bosphorus," by Clara Erskihe Clement, who contributed "The Queen of" the Adriatic" and "Naples" j to the Italian Cities Series. i Edwin Lester Arnold, the son of Sir Edwin Arnold, publishes "Th& Story of Ulla, Etc." This is not Mr. Ar­ nold's first essay in fiction; his .^Piita the Phoenician" was a Success a year or so ago, and he lias written other stories. "The Poor in the Great Cities"' brings together the best experience in dealing with the problems of the poor. The authors contributing to the volume are Walter Besant, Oscar Craig, W. T. El- sing, Joseph Ivtrkland, J. W. Mario, J. A. Riis, E. R. Spearman. Willard Par­ sons, W. J. Tucker and Robert A. Woods. The work will be illustrated, and will contain an appendix on tene­ ment house building by Ernest Flagg. The new "Cyclopedia of Architecture in Italy, Greece, and the Levant," is an elaborate and exhaustive work. There are twelve full-page plates and over two hundred and fifty text illustra­ tions, also a glossary and a carefully edited bibliography. The work will be issued in a handsome quarto, decorated parchment binding, uniform , with the "Cyclopedia of Painters and Painting" and "Cyclopedia of Music and Musi­ cians," the edition limited to five hun­ dred copies for America and England. Coming Cotton Competitor. Japan is the only country in the world that has bought more raw cotton- from us, since the liSw crop year be­ gan, than in 1894. A year ago, in three months to Nov. 30, Japan took only S10 bales, Or 404,411 pounds, of, pur cotton. This • Reason Japan has taken 5,S00 bales,.or 3,000,891 pounds, an increase of 5,000 bales.. While the larger quan­ tity is not alarming as yet, it is mighty Facte. The decrease in our exports of Ameri­ can products and manufactures during the first fifteen mouths of the Gorman tariff, as compared with the first fifteen months of the McKinley tariff, was $220,353,320. The decrease in our imports under the Gorman tariff, comparing the same periods, was $03,138,975. The excess of exports over imports in the McKinley period was $213,972,908, but only $50,758,023 under the Gorman period, a loss, under the latter, of $157,- 214,345. Under the Gorman tariff we exported $20,010,210 more gold and imported $19,759,052 less gold than during the McKinley period. The net loss in the trade balance of the United States lias been $190,983,- 007 during the first fifteen months' op­ eration of the Gorman tariff as com­ pared with the first fifteen months of the McKinley tariff. This loss is at the rate of $13,120,000 a month, or $500,000 for every business day in the month.' Kiiglish Idea of tlie Message. The Wilson tariff has been blamed for producing much of the depression, and particularly for causing an in­ crease of imports from Great Britain, which has turned the balance of trade, in the American view, against their own country. Certainly the Wilson tar­ iff has had this effect, as Bradford, with orders on hand for a whole year, can testify. ... It has, become pretty obvious that President Cleve­ land has outstayed his welcome at the White House. . ... . Even the much-decried McKinley tariff gave the United States a larger measure of free trade than had been enjoyed for thirty years, and at the1 same time, while affording ample protection to all Ameri­ can industries, provided more than enough revenue to"defray all the 'ex­ penses of government.--The Manches­ ter Courier and Lancashire General Advertiser. > ' . r Grover's Private Surplus. Grover's private surplus does no,t appear to be causing hinr any uneasiness.--The N. Y. Press. ' * Tut, tut. He hasn't any. Have you forgotten that it was Mr. Cleveland who, in his second annual message to Congress in 1SS0, saidiM'That ihe sur­ plus of our revenues indicates abuor- obliged to pay? The immense debt, continually in­ creasing, is saddled upon the American people by the free trade fanatics, rather than adopt a protective tariff, which would afford sufficient revenue to pay the expenses of the government, reduce our national debt and restore the pros­ perity, as lias been the case, under ev­ ery protection administration. We must not abate one jot in our efforts; there must be no compromise with a defeated and skulking foe. The issue is simply, protection for Ameri­ can industries on the one side, and free trade and destruction to American industries on the other. The people have already expressed their senti­ ments at the elections of 1894 and 1S95. They have strongly decided in favor of protection And prosperity and their de­ mands must, and will, be obeyed.-- George A. Glagn. Never Does His Duty. The New York Times recently de­ voted upwards of a column of leading editorial to "The Revenue--The Presi­ dent's Duty." It forgot to mention, as Democratic papers have more than once asserted, that "The President's duty" has been more noticeable in the omission than the commission. Bank Clearines. Harrison, 1889-92, annual average $57,009,700.35 Cleveland, 1S93-94, annual average 51,949,321,595 Badger Dog for "His Pet. At the foot of the middle butte of the Sweet Grass Hills iu Montana liyes a miner named Byron Banner. He is practically a recluse, seldom associat­ ing with any neighbors, or even talk­ ing to them. He works his claim all alone, and no one knows whether he Is rich or poor. Like most recluses, he has his pet, but Banner's pet is so uncommon, even un­ natural, that1 it deserves to be put On record. This pet, says the Dupuyer Acantha, is a badger-dog. The animal is small, and has the feet and legs of a badger, while the body resembles" a dog. Its claws have to be trimmed every few months, as they grow out of all proportion to the foot. When it walks it has the peculiar waddle of a badger. Its bark is somewhat similar to that of the lapdog. It will bite savagely when teased, but is otherwise perfectly do­ cile. •» A cross between a wolf or coyyte and a dog is not uncommon, nor it is so much of a freak, since they belong to the same family. But a cross between different families, as the dog and bad­ ger. is something for naturalists and evolutionists to think about, Cleveland annual short­ age in business. / $5,060,37S,755 Berlin's Exposition Building. The industrial exposition of Berlin, which will take place in 1890, is rap­ idly assuming shape. Almost all the buildings are under roof, aud the arti­ sans are now busy with the exterior and the interior decorations. The main building of the exposition is enormous. It has a front of G70 feet, while its depth is 090 feet. The floor space of this gigantic building is 591,800 square feet. The entire constructiou is of stone and iron, while the walls are construct­ ed of pressed cement boards; the only wood in the building is used in the floors and in the framework of the dome, which, both on the outside and inside, is covered with sheets of alum­ inum. The main building is so arrang­ ed that after passing two spacious halls to the right and left of the en­ trance an immense center hall 535 feet long by 80 feet wide divides the build­ ing through its entire depth; to the right and left from this center hall there are thirteen wings on each side, each of 150 feet in length and 50 feet in width. Without Reptiles; . One hundred frogs taken from tha marshes near Berlin have been import­ ed into Iceland, where these animals are unknown. Certain portions of the island are infested by swarms of gnats and fiies, and these frogs were import­ ed to do away with the plague. The in­ habitants near Lake Myvatn (meaning Mosquito water) must wear wire nets over the face and hands to protect themselves from the painful stings of the gnats. A Danish physician, Dr. Ehlers, was tlie first to propose the importation of frogs, since reptiles were absolutely unknown in Iceland? The entire batrachian colony was set free near a warm spring in the en­ virons of Reykjavik, where after the long confinement of the sea voyage they disappeared, quacking happily. It was interesting to note how the native ducks drew away from the novel in­ truders, being evidently frightened at the unwonted apparition of a jumping animal that could swim. Fought with a Wild Cat. Peter Schultz Jr., was out in the woods near Bascom, Ohio, aud, while roaming about, was attacked by a large wildcat. The vicious animal jumped at his face, cutting and scratch­ ing it in a most terrible manner, and tearing his clothing nearly off lii$ back. By hard struggling and a well- directed blow from Mr: Schultz's fist, lie freed himself from the animal, after which he shot and killed it. About one year ago Mr. Scliultz was in this same woods and was attacked in a similar way by a wildcat and he shot the ani­ mal, which lie saw limp away. The cat he killed seenis to have been lame, and is supposed to be the same au'.mal. Standing Alone. Thank heaven. 1 can stand alone! Can you? Are you yet at the end of your life journey? Haye you yet stood over the dead body of wife or child, snatched from you when life was at the flood tide of happiness? Did you ever close your weary eyes to the bright dawn of a new day, and pray that you might never live to look at another? If a woman, did you ever face poverty where luxury had been, and vainly look hither and thither for the summer friends that you would never see again till larder and coffer were replenished? Are you sure, when you boast that you can "stand alone," that you hav® learned also how to fall alone? Glass vs. Wood. • A new warehouse in Paris has been built with glass floors. The initial cost is considerably over 'tliat of the ordi­ nary floor, but, in view of the fact that toughened glass lasts muoh .longer than wood, the experiment is likely to prove cheaper in the long run. \ England Has a Female Diver. Gravesend. England, boasts a woman diver. She first went down instead of her husband, who was ill, some years ago, and this she did with such suc­ cess and intrepidity that she afterward fulfilled many engagements jointly with him, assisting largely in the con­ struction of a pier at the south coast watering place. She is not a w<nnan of great height, but .of considerable physique, and is not yet 40, She lias made as much as £7 iu one day, and has chiefly worked near the mouth of the Thames. She confesses to lib unusual fatigue, and oue of her boafets is that near the Med way she brought up £7,000 iu one day. , • v % Not Worthy a Wife- y The missing bridegroom is getting numerous. The latest one's absence from the weddfng ceremony is said to have been due to his excessive bashful- ness. A" man who is too modest to afe tend his own wedding doesn't deserve a wife, and he isn't likely to get one.-- Boston Herrfld. •