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'ISSR Wmtit r MM Publlthtr. ILLINOIS PV BOC.LE1USKA.TEB. **ry skaters at the rink vent Mind log of a grist-mill rose that dry, .tMNind; Went to watch them from the rtftRy »oe. ' t ot motion seemed to thrl .l each for a ttHtf ace, e W«re foljhrrowu men and women, tome Wwe^wKhs and maidens fair, Soma wye children of all s xse, penetrating All W$?B*2mwa t>y nport and frollo as if life iwjwinwuimjr o'er-- ^ *Twaa a pretty eght to witness oa the hard aaabwa-ahed floor. t>ne, arnrrHl ia bright, gay eostome, so be witebiaffly d id skate nataurwui when she was coming would / Wit wildly palpitate: Without doubt the village beauty was this young and rosy lass, And she ore mr heart to tatters every time T U* her pass. 8he could step innnv fashion, turn her feet •each danger on b way. Po ?e in figures quite coquettish, backward swenp with dizz v sway; On the floor she fairly floated, seeming free Vi from thought or care, While fairy-like and half enchanted streame l the r.bbons from her hair. Sometimes in her gay gyrations upward besmel her pretty face. Which was all aglow with roses from the ardor of her race. Hon I fancied she had seen me. for she paused and skated slow. But among so many others how could she my pass on know? To the town I came a stranger--no one knew me there, I think. ~ looking every n'ght in wonder oa this siron of the rink. And 1 marveled, when so many were in dual marches ihrown, That she got no fe.low's offer, hut kept skat­ ing on alone. Ate the young men all demented? thought I as she whirled along; • Iter their coldness Fecmed surprising, doing human nature wrong; And 1 vowod, if she would take me (though I knew not how to skate), I Would stumble off on rollers and whirl with her tete-a-tete. 8o 1 ra iled the Director, who was the owner of the rink. And while proffering my c edentia s, "You are Mr. Smith, 1 think," SUd I. in a blandest manner, but with d ffi- °vence' * own' Id you name me that fair damsel who Is skating all alone?" Here I thought a shrrwd discretion was be­ coming on my part: XI would never do to tell him she had skated thought iny heart! "IThat: that jo-.ing girl in gay costume?" said be. w.thout stare or frown; *Vhe*6 our Champ'on Bailer-skater--she's--a tailor's wife, in tmrnl" I have never tr ed the roller, and I. never shal<, 1 think; *. I have s methin? else to live for than a noisy rW. skating rink. ./••'.'••Dtople say that ail who use them fall and * flounder on the floor: So. dism s^injr all delusion9, I skipped x - straightwav through the door. •j • --Joel lienton, in Harper's Magazine. SP. isi wet rags, (all chimneys clearing the fog and rising into the iky, empty and shattered. Oeoaaiooally * sentinel, some hooded officer* looking into the distance with spy-glatsea, and little tents soaked with melting snow, with dying fires lefore them. The big boy knew the way, and went across the fields to avoid the sentries. Without being able to avoid it, however, they came to an outpost of sharpshooters. There they were, with their little cab­ ins, huddled in the bottom of a trench full of water dug along the railroad from Soissons. This time the bfg boy repeated his story in vain; they would not let them pass. But while he was waiting, from the gate-keeper's hut came an old sergeant, wliite-haired and #wrmkled,who resembled Father Stenne. "Come, youngsters! We won't cry," he said. "You shall go to your pota­ toes ; but come in first and warm your­ selves. That little scamp looks frozen." Alas! It was not with cold that little Stenne was trembling; it was with fear and shame. In the guard-house they found a few soldiers crouching about a feeble fire, a real widow's fire, in the flame of which thev were thawing bis­ cuit on the ends.'of their bayonets. They crowded together to make room for the children. They gave them a dram and a little>eofFee. While they swere drinking an officer came to the door, called to the sergeant, spoke to him in a low tone, and went away quickly. "Boys!" said the sergeant, returning with a radiant face, "Y aura dn tabaq to-night We have surprised the cue' of the Prussians. We will take it back from them this time, that ac­ cursed Bourget!" There was an explosion of laughter and applause. They danced, they sang, they polished their saber-bayonets, and taking advantage of the confusion the boys disappeared. Having passed the trench, there lay before them only the plain, and at the fcot a long white wall pierced with loop-holes. It was toward this wall that they advanced, stopping at every step to make a pretense of picking up potatoes. Let us go back. Let us not go there," entreated little Stenne again and again. The other shrugged his shoulders and kept straight on. Suddenly they heard the click of a gun. "Lie down!" whispered the big boy, throwing himself on the ground. Once down, he whistled. Another whistle came in answer over the snow. They advanced, crawling. In frpnt of the wall, level with the earth, appeared a pair of yellow mustaches under a dirty cap. The big boy leaped into a trench beside the Prussian. "This is my brother," said he, indi­ cating his companion. Stenne Was so little that at sight of him the Prussian began to laugn, and was obliged to take him in his arms to lift him up to the breach. On the other side of the wall there were great mounds of earth, fallen trees, black holes in the snow, and in each hole the same dirty cap, the same yellow mustaches, which laughed as the children passed. In one corner was a gardener's home, casemanted with tree trunks. The lower story was lull of soldiers, playing cards and mak­ ing soup over a great clear fire. It ex­ haled a good odor of cabbage and pork. How different from the bivouac of the sharpshooters! Upstairs were the offi­ cers. You cotild hear them playing the piano and uncorking bottles pf champagne. When the Parisians en­ tered a joyful hurrah welcomed them. They delivered their newspapers; and then the soldiers poured drinks for them and talked to them. AH the offi­ cers had a haughty and cruel look, but the big boy amused them with his low humor and his vocabulary of black­ guard talk. They laughed and re­ peated his words after him, rolling with delight in the Parisian mud thus brought to them. Little Stenne would have been glad to talk, too, to prove that he was no fool; but something oppressed him. Opposite him stood, apart from the others, a Prussian, older, more serious than his comrades, who was reading, or rather pretending to read, for he did not take his eyes off the boy. In his look were both tenderness and re­ proach, as if he had had in his own country a child of Stenne's age, and if he had said to himself: "I had rather die than see my son ply such a trade." From that moment Stenne felt as if there were a hand grasping his heatt and hindering pulsation. To escape from this anguish he be­ gan to drink. Soon everything whirled about him. He heard vaguely, in the midst of harsh laughter, his comrades making sport of the National Guards and of their manner of drill, imitating a capture of arms at the Marais, a night alarm on the ramparts. Then the boy lowered his voice, the officers gathered about him, and their faces grew sober. The wretch was warning them of the sharpshooters' attack. Instantly little Stenne arose, furious, brought back to his senses. "Not that I will not" But the other only laughed and went on. Before he had ended all the offi­ cers were on their ieet One of them opened the door before the boys. "Fly--the camp!" said he. And they began to talk together very rapidly in German. This big boy went out, proud as a king, clinking his money. Stenne followed, hanging his head; and when he passed the Prussian whose look had so pained him, he heard a sad voice say: "Not a pretty thing, that--not a pret­ ty thing!" The tears came into his eyes. When they were again on the plain the children began to run, and returned rapidly. Their bags were full of pota­ toes which the Prussians had given them; with these they passed the trench of the sharpshooters freely. They were making preparations for the night's at­ tack. Troops were assembling silently and more were crowding behind the walls. The old sergeant was there, busy placing his men, looking so happy. When the boys passed he remembered them, and gave them a kind smile. On, how that smile hurt poor little Stenne! For a moment he had a mind to exclaim: "Do not go; we have betrayed you!" But the other had told him: "If you speak we shall be shot," and fear re­ strained him. At Courneuve they entered an aban­ doned house to divide their money. Truth obliges me to say that the divis­ ion was made honestly; and by dint -of hearing the sound of the bright crowns under his jacket and of thinking of the games of galoche that lay before him in the future, little Stenne no longer thought his crime so fearful. But when he was alone, unhappy child! When, inside the city gates the „ . . ,, , pig hoy had left him, then his pockets Confusedly, as m a dream, the little began to grow very heavy, and the Stennesaw mills transformed into bar- hand that grasped his heart confined it Xaoks, barricades deserted, hung with]more strongly than ever THE UTILE SPY. "Z* BY AXPH0XSJ5 DACDET. 'i' {Translated from the French by H- H, Ho- j. Ciure.l His name was Stenne--little Stenne. He was a child of Paris, pale and gickly, perhaps 10 years old, perhaps 15--one can never tell those midgets. His mother was dead; his father, an old soldier of the marines, took care of an open square in the quarter of the Tem­ ple. Babies, nurses, old ladies with camp stools, and poor mothers knew and adored Father Stenne. They all knew that under that fierce mustache, tile terror of dogs and loafers, lurked •tender, good-hear led, almost motherly •mile, and that to call it forth one had oniy to ask the good man how was his little boy. He loved his little boy so dearly. With the siege, Father Stenne's square was closed and the poor man, compelled to keep up constant surveill­ ance, passed his life among the deserted shrubbery alone, without smoking, and •aw his boy only at night, late at home. And you should have seen his mus­ tache when he spoke of the Prussians. A siege! It is so amusing for the boys! No more school! Vacation all the time, and the street like a fair­ ground. The child was out till night, running IV the streets. He accompanied the bat­ talions of the quarter as they went to the rampart, choosing by preference those which had good music; and, in that matter, young Stenne was thoroughly at home. He could tell you •ery well that the band of the Ninety- sixth was not worth much, but that in the Fifty-fifth they had an excellent one. At other times he watch the mil­ itary drill; and then there were the parades. When little Stenne was neither at Hie rampart nor at the bake shops you were sure to find him at the game of 'galoche, a famous game which the Bre­ ton military had brought into vogue during the siege of the Chateau d'Eao. He was not playing, of course; it re- £tired too much money. He was con-nt with watching the players with all • his eyes. One especially, a big boy in a bine jacket, who staked nothing less than 100 sous, excited his admiration. When f iat one ran you could hear the crown ieces jingle in his pocket. - One day, as he picked up a coin that tad rolled to the feet of little Stenne, ie big boy said to him in a low voice: "That makes you squint, hey ? I can . tell yon, if you like, where to find ' fljjhem." The game ended, his friend led him •way into a corner and asked him to go 2 kim to sell newspapers to the Prussians at 30 francs a trip. At first fitenne refused with great indignation, - r And allowed three whole days to pass l^v/.iHtlMmt coming again to watch the game. Three terrible days. He neither ; ate nor slept At night he saw piles of i goloshes heaped at the foot of his bed, £ and 100 sous pieces, gleaming brightly, Spinning in the platter. The tempta- tion was too great. On the fourth day «;' lie retnrned to the Chateau d'Eau, saw the big boy once more and was be- , fjuiled. t •, . They set out one snowy morning "i411 lin®n ^ag» over their shoulders, /l " *« newspapers concealed under their jackets. When they came to the "Gate ; •/-, pf Flanders" it was hardly daylight. SChe big boy took Stenne by the* hand . »nd going up to the sentinel--a seden- , tary brave with a red nose and good-na- f Y fired look--said to him with the voice of a beggar: "Let us pass out, my good sir--our mother is ill; papa is dead. I want to go with my little brother to pick up |>otatoes in the field." He was crying. Little Stenne, over whelmed with shame, hung his head. The sentinel looked at them a moment, then cast a glance out over the deserted •ad whitened highway. -Pass at once," he told them, and turned away. There they were, then, on the Aubervillier road. The big boy 'Iras the one that laughed. longer seened t̂o fetatha same. The passew-by regiwdod him severely, as ii they knew whaw -hc had.. been. The word spy, ha eovld hear it in the rat­ tling •( wheels, m the beating of drum? along theoanaL At lastheoame home, and, delighted to find that his father had not yet come in, he went up quick­ ly to tbeir chamber to hide under liif pillow the crowns that weighed him down so. Father Stenne had never been so kind, so gay as when he came in on thai evening. News had just como from the provinces; the country's affairs were going on better. While he ate his sup­ per the old soldier lodked at his gun hanging on the wall, and said to his boy with his kind smile: "Ah, my boy, how you would go against the Prussians if yoa were grown!" Toward 8 o'clock cannon were heard. "It is Aubervilliers. They are fight­ ing at Bourget," said the good man, who knew all the forts. Little SStenne grew pale, and, plead­ ing great fatigue, went to bed, but not to sleep. The cannon thundered on. He pictured to himself the sharpshoot­ ers going in the night to surprise the Prussians, and falling themselves into an ambuscade. He remembered the sergeant who had smiled on him and saw him stretched upon the snow--and how many others with him! The price of all this blood was hidden there un­ der his pillow, and it was he, the son of M. Stenne, the son of a soldier. Tears 8jt,ran?led him. In the next room he lieard his father's step, heard him open the window. Below, on *he, street, sounded the call of arms, and a battal­ ion of militia answered the roll-call be­ fore departing. Decidedly there was a leal battle. The unhappy child could not restrain his sobs. "What is the matter?" asked Father Stenn9, coming in to him. The boy could stand it no longer, but sprang from his bed and threw himself at his father's feet In his movement the crowns rolled to the tloor. "What have you there? Have you stolen them ?" cried the trembling old man. Then, all in one breath, little Stenne told how he had gone to the Prussians and what he had done there. As he spoke he felt his heart grow freer--it so comforted him to confess his guilt. Father Stenne listened with a terrible look. When the tale was told he held his face to his hands and wept "Father, father!" pleaded the child. The old man pushed him away with­ out reply, and picked up^he money. "Is this all?" he asked. Little Stenne signified that that was alL The old man took down his gun and cartridge box, and put the money into his pocket. Very well," said he, "I am going to give it back." And without another word.- without ever looking back, he went down to join the militia who were departing in the night He was never seen again.-- Chicago Inter Ocean. . Eskimo^ogj. You boys who have a favorite Carlo or Nero at home may like to know something about the Eskimo dogs; ask­ ing what they have to eat, and whether, like your own favorites, they get three meals a day and any number of inter­ mediate lunches. No doubt that you think they really should get ever so much more on account of their hard work in pulling the sledges, and in such a cold cosntry. Yet hard as it may seem, the Eskimo dog never gets fed oftener than every other day, and gen­ erally about every third day; while in times of want and starvation in that terrible country of cold, the length of time these poor dogs will go without food seems beyond belief. I once had a fine team of nineteen fat Ebkimo dogs that went six or seven days between meals for three consecu­ tive feedings before they reached the journey's end and good food; and al­ though they all looked very thin, and were no doubt very weak, none of them died; and yet they had been traveling and dragging a heavy sledge for a great part of the time. Other travelers among the Eskimo have given equally wonderful accounts of their powers of fasting. The Eskimo have many times of want and deprivation, and then their poor dogs must suffer very much. But when they are fed every other day on good fat walrus meat, and do not have too much hard work to do, they will get as fat and saucy and playful as your own dogs with three meals a day. One of the very last things you would imag­ ine to be good for them is the best food they get; that is tough walrus hide, about an inch in thickness and as wiry as soleleather. Give your team of dogs a good meal of this before they start, take along a light Bupply of it for them, and you can be gone a couple of weeks on a trip; when you get back, feed them up well, and they will be as fat and strong as ever in a very few days. --L 'euU Frederick Schwatka, in St. Nicholas. The A BASS. Kppjr m Humorists and Their Work. James Whitcomb Riley, the poet of Hoosierdom, thinks that lyceum enter­ tainments are not so popular in the East as they formerly were. "In the West, however," said Mr. Riley, "lec­ tures are growing in popularity. One who has to appear before andiences in many parts of the country observes great differences in them." Whom do you consider the writer of the most artistio dialect fiction ?" Joel Chandler Harris stands at the head of the list He is faithful to na­ ture in his sketches and he shows fine powers of discrimination. He is a true artist. What is gross and crude is re­ jected, and only that which is sweet and beautiful appears in his pages. George W. Cable is, I think, to be as­ signed the place next to Harris. Of newspaper humorists it seems to me that R. J. Burdette is tnrning out work which is less ephemeral than most current comic writing." In Chicago," said Mr. Riley,' "I re­ cently saw a humorist with a sad heart, Ten Eyck White, the author of the "Lakeside Musings" in the Chicago Tribune. He was sent, once, to visit the Wisconsin poet, Miss Fannie Dris- coll, and secure all her contributions for the Tribune. He not only bought up all of the lady's writings, but he won her heart as well, and married her. She died in less than a year after she was made a bride, and Mr. White, ever since her death, has lived apart from men, so far as is possible. He is reserved, melancholly, lonely, and sel­ dom laughs or talks. He' toils and makes others merry, but is himself stranger to mirth." -- Philadelphia Press. QUEBY for naturalists : If a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, is a mole on the faoe worth two in the ground? IF we would perpetuate our fame or reputation we must do thingar worth or wfite frfcipffs worth reading. Awleslar Append- ftlvw of Character. "I used tOMliM when a lad," said a suoceeaful man, to a reporter, "that in making tfeti final awards at country fairs on the quality of all sorts of blooded stook, the judges universally examined the ears of the animals. Whether it w^re a thoroughbred horse, a Berkshire hog, a dog of any special breed, from a tov terrier to a bull or a pointer, or whether it were a Cotswold or Southdown sheep,the ear was always one of the ohief points; and if that were faulty, all the other good qualities went for naught This set me thinking that, as men represent every quality known to the brute creation, the ears of men would be likely to serve as pretty sure indices of character. I then commenced studying. First of all I procured a good specimen of what we will call the normal human ear, one takes from the head of a man of good character, and in whom all the various qualities and propensities had been about evenly balanced, a level-headed, practical man of the world. This ear I studied until I had thoroughly mastered all the con volutions and surtaxes that it presented. I've bought hundreds of them, and now have about 200 typical ears that I'll show you." With this the old gentleman unlocked his safe and produced two packages tied up in oiled silk, soft and flexible as kid. and semi-transparent. Untying one of these packages, there fell out onto the table a number of nondescript fragments pf mummified- looking stuff, which on examination proved to be dried, or rather, partially tanned human ears, all in a perfect state of preservation, so far as the re ten tion of shape is concerned. "Why, where did you get all these?" "Bought 'em, of course." "Of the hospitals?" "No, of the undertakers. The ears of criminals and paupers would be ol no use to me. Thoy would serve no pur pose in the way of study; the character of the criminal is so clearly marked that one type is sufficient to know all by, while paupers have no character at all. It would make some people stare if they should exhume their deceased relatives and find that they are sleeping the last sleep with only one ear to help them listen for the last trump. The most obstinate fool I ever had to deal with was a half-starving artist whose ear I wanted to get on account of its re­ markable formation. He was a man of extraordinary business affairs, but a genius. I offered that man $500 for one of his ears, and, the stupid fellow refused it. He was poor, half starved; didn't, I believe, know where to get the next meal for himself and his. wife and children, and one would have thought that he would have jumped at the chance to get $500 for such a trifling inconvenience. I offered to supply him with a false ear, so as to keep up ap­ pearances, but he would not listen to me, and I missed one of the finest op­ portunities of my life. I opened this particular package to show you one very remarkable example. Here are all sorts of ears; ears of men who were greatly imbued with religious feelings --there's an ear, for instance, of a re­ vivalist ; ears of pronounced atheists,ears of honest men and of rogues; ears of cute lawyers; and ears of dull money- grabbers, whose only study in life has been how to hold on to a dollar. Here's the ear of a somewhat noted newspaper man. Now, just see how the lobe of that ear goes down into the cheek; in front there is no lobe to the ear at all. I don't say, mark you, that everyone who has an ear of that formation is a thief, but I do say that he has the pro­ pensities of one and only needs oppor­ tunity or temptation to develop them. This ear, in its principal characteristic, is almost the counterpart of a pair that are worn by a man of former high standing in the business world, but who is now serving a term in the peniten­ tiary. You see this thin cartilege, with the roll disappearing in the northeast corner and the ear itself coming almost to a point, somewhat like a fox's. That is the ear of a keen, unscrupulous, hard­ hearted money-lender; one of those who seems to take a positive delight in op­ pressing the unfortunate and in wring­ ing from them extortionate interest for small accommodations. Some of these ears set well back like a fox's when it is snarling; they are the worst cases. In others the upper point stands slight­ ly forward; such men are rather Shrewd and cunning than cruel, but they are not very pleasant folks at the best Others of this sort, again, are movable at the will of their owners. These chaps add to their other amiable qual­ ities a quarrelsome disposition that will make them snap and snarl at every­ thing and everybody. The only way is to select a few noteworthy specimens. Study the ears of some men whose character you are well acquainted with and mark their respective peculiarities. Then compare those of men of similar characteristics and see where their strongest resemblances are; the first discovery of a principle for yourself is the only difficulty. If any one is about to get married, I could tell him wheth­ er the woman he is about to wed is likely to agree with him or not. Oh, you may set it down for a fact that the ear is the true index of character.-- Boston Sunday Times. Some Interesting Stories Abont Cats. Cats are like oysters, in that no one is neutral about them; every one is, ex­ plicitly or implicitly, friendly or lios tile to them. And they are like child' ren in their power of discovering, by a rapid and sure instinct, who like them or who does not. It is difficult to win their affetftion, and it is easy to forfeit what is hard to win. But when given their love, though less demonstrative, is more delicate and beautiful than that of a dog. Who that is on really inti­ mate terms with a cat has not watched its dismay at the signs ot packing up and leaving home? We ourselves have known a cat who would recognize his master's footstep after a three months abscence, and come out to meet him in the hall, with tail erect, and purring all ovor as if to the very verge of bursting. And another cat we know who comes up every morning between 6 and 7 o'clock to wake his master, sits on the bed, and very gently feels first one eye­ lid and then the other with his paw. When an eye opens, but not till then, the cat sets up a loud purr, like the prayer of a fire-worshiper to the rising sun. Those who say lightly that cats care only for places, and not lor per sons, should go to the cat show at the Crystal palace, where they may see rec­ ognitions between cat and owner that will cure them of so shallow an opinion, When we were last there one striking instance fell in onr way. Cats greatly dislike these exhibitions; a cat, as a rule, is like Qaeen Yashti, unwilling to be shown, even to Ihe nobles, at the pleasure of ] an Ahasuerus. Shy, sen­ sitive, wayward, and independent, a cat resents being placcd upon a cushion in in a wire cage and exposed to the unin­ telligent criticism, to say nothing of the fingers, of, a mojr of ai^i^ee|s.c One VMM# tefif' oommott Oxford, whose sit* Md !*•«# £ several oooasiona entailed on him the hard necessitv of attending a cat show takes, it is said, three days to recover from the sense of disgust and humilia­ tion whioh he feels, whether he gets a prise or not. On the ooeasion to which we refer, a row of distinguished oats were sitting with their backs turned to the sightseers. Two little girls pres ently pushed through the crowd to the cage of one of the largest, crying, "There's Dick 1" The great cat turned round instantly, his face transfigured with joy, purred, and endeavored to scratch open the front of the cage that he might rejoin his little friends. Spectator. The Capture of New Orleans. What a gathering! The riff-raff of the wharves, the town, the gutters. Such women--such wrecks of women! And all the juvenile rag-tag. The low­ er steamboat landing,well covered vith sugar, rice, and molasses, was being ri­ fled. The men smashed; the women scooped up the smashings. The river was overflowing the top of the levee. A rain-storm began to threaten. "Are the Yankee ships in sight ?" I asked of an idler. He pointed out the tops of their naked masks as they showed up across' the huge bend of the river. They were engaging the batteries at Camp Chal- mette--the old field of Jackson'B re­ nown. Presently that was over. Ah, me! I see them now as they come slowly round Slaughterhouse Point into full view, silent, so grim and terri­ ble; black with men* heavy with dead­ ly portent; the long-banished Stars and Stripes flying against the frowning sky. Oh, for the Mississippi! the Mis­ sissippi! Just then here she came down upon them. But how! Drifting helplessly, a mass of flames. The crowd on the levee howled and screamed with rage. The swarming decks answered never a word; but one old tar on the Hartford, standing with lanyard in hand beside a great pivot- gun, so plain to view that you could Bee him smile, silently patted its big black breech and blandly grinned. And now the rain came down in sheets. About 1 or 2 o'clook in the af­ ternoon (as I remember) I being again in the store with but one' door ajar, came a roar of shoutings and impreca­ tions and crowding feet down Com­ mon street "Hurrah for Jeff Davis! Hurrah for Jeff Davis! Shoot them! Kill them! Hang them!" I locked the door on the outside, and ran to the front of the mob, bawling with the rest, "Hurrah for Jeff Davis!" About every third man there had a weapon out. Two officers oi'the United States Navy were walking abreast, unguarded and alone, looking not to right or left, never frowning, never flinching, while the mob screamed in their ears; shook cooked pistols in their faces, cursed and crowded and gnashed upon them. So through the gates of death those two men walked to the Citjr Hall to demand the town's surrender. It was one of the bravest deeds I ever saw done. Later events, except one, I leave to other pens. An officer from the fleet stood on the City Hail roof about to lower the flag of Louisiana. In the street beneath gleamed the bayonets of a body of marines. A howitzer pointed up and another down the street. All around swarmed the mob. Just then Mayor Monroer--lest the officer above Bhould be fired upon and the howitzers open upon the crowd--came out alone and stood just before one of the how­ itzers, tall, slender, with folded arms, eyeing the gunner. Down sank the flag. Captain Bell, tall and stiff, marched off with the flag rolled under his arm, and the howitzers clanking behind. Then cheer after cheer rang out for Monroe. And now, I dare say, every one is well pleased that, after all, New Orleans never lowered her colors with her own hands.--George W. Cable in the Century. Why College Rowdyism Has Decreased." The conditions of college life which formerly gave rise to frequent riots be tween "town and gown"have long since passed away. The conditions, also, which once gave rise to numberless minor forms of disorder, exist now to a far less extent than ever before in the history of the college. What then is it that has produced this change? Surely it is not from any inborn love of culture and order which influences college men 'now but did not then. The Yale man of thirty years ago was as much a gentleman as the Yale man «f to-day. No, it is not this. But it is ae system, of athletics which we have-- this fine system of sports and games, which has afforded us a legitimate channel of venting our enthusiasm and love of sport, which were once grossly misdirected. And this would seem to be not the leasit reason why athletics should be encouraged and upheld here in Yale College and in other colleges of the country, in order that manliness and comparative good order may char­ acterize the college rather than law­ lessness and turbulence.-- Yale Times. The JEsthetometer. It is a devise for measuring accurate- ly and exactly just how (esthetic one is, and the result is given with the cer­ tainty of a multiplication table. The sesthetometer consists simply of two pieces of wood, flat like rulers, and graduated at each edge. The two sticks are handed with the graduated side down to the person to be tested, and he is requested to make the sort of a cross which looks to him best When he has made up his mind the cross pieces are fastened, and the readings of the scale recorded. It appears that there is a certain position which by the common consent of the best artists should be borne by the horizontal piece and the vertical parts of the cross, which is known, and which makes the one hundred mark on the scale. It is a ourious fact in a number of experi­ ments that the higher one's general cul­ ture is the near one will come to the 100 mark. This does not necessarily imply artistic training at all. The ed­ ucated man will invariably come nearer to the highest esthetic standard than the boor. This device was the inven­ tion of a German professor.--St. Louis Post-Dispatch. The Result Still in Doubt. Old Mrs. Bennington--"Did you find out l^ow old Mrs. Brown is gettin* on ? I heerd she's very sick" Old Mr. Bennington--"I saw the doc­ tor as he was drivin' along to-day, an' he said she shuffled off a mortal coil last night I s'pose it'll do her good to git rid of it." Old Mrs. Bennington--"Drat these new fangled doctors, they can't talk notliin' but Latin. The poor soul may be worse. I'll try an', git over there myself this afternoon." THE poet yearning after sympathy may at least enjoy one consolation-- the thought that many kindred spirits, though unknown to him, know and love him, and participate in his senti­ ments. , JONAH Ajfc-fefcS WHALE. , A Little Ilcatht-a*# Version of the Urest Biblical Story. The following is an extract from a composition of a little native Alrican girl who was a wild savage a few years ago, but is now in the orphanage of Cape Palmas: HISTORY, GBOGBAPHY, AND THE EARTH. Do you know what history is? His­ tory, as you know, teaches us what is to happen in the past event. Geography shows us where the thing has happened at History Mil us where Adam and Eve were created, and Geography shows us where the Garden of Eden is, which continent, and which division. History tells us that Adam was the first man that was created, and while he was sleeping God took out one of his ribs and made Eva After a while Eve went to walk among the trees of the garden. Con- v ersation took place between her and the devil. The devil told her to eat some bind of fruit which God had told her and Adam not to eat. She took it and ate it, and also took some for her husband. When Adam saw it he did not take time to ask Eve where she got it from. History, geography, and the earth just do to go together. One tells about that, one about this, etc, Histories are interesting to read, indeed they are. It tells us something about the whale. The whale is the largest animal in the sea. Whale is spoken of in the Bible. When God had sent Jonah to Nineveh to preach to the people about their sins, Jonah refused to go. He went into a ship with some people. He just went in there to hide from .God. But God caused a storm to take place. The ship went from this way to that way. The people was afraid indeed, and they began to cast lots. The lot fell upon him. They took him up and cast him into the sea. While he was going to the very bot­ tom of the sea, he met with this animal. The whale said: "My friend, where are you going?" Jonah answered and said: "I have disobeyed my God and I am trying to hide from his face." The whale said: "You ougght to be ashamed of yourself. Don't you know that neither you nor I can not hide from his face ?" Jonah said: "O whale, I am BO afraid I don't know what I am saying or doing." The whale said: "Jonah, O Jonah; take heed to yourself, for indeed I will swallow you." "Have mercy on me, O whale, and if it is God's will he will carry me safe to land BO I may obey him." The whale said: "Jonah, put your head in my mouth and get ready for your life." Jonah said: "Whale, I think you had better swallow me, because I see there is no use in talking." The whale said: "Jonah, the idea of your running away from God. You will Lear the consequences. That is all I have got to say." At the same time he did swallow Jonah up. Jonah thought the whale's body was the grave and end. He did not think he could go the shore any more, therefore he of­ fered up a prayer to God for his soul, if he should die before he could get to the shore, if it was God's will to carry his soul to heaven. The whale did not rest day after day and night alter night, so after three days the whale went to the Bhore and vomited Jonah up." Jonah was just like a drowned rat.-- Philadelphia News. The Home of the Jerseys. The island of Jersey contains less than forty-six square miles, or about 29,000 acres, and yet, according to the census'report, it supports over 12,000 head of cattle, besides some 60,000 peo­ ple. There are annually exported from the Island over 2,000 head. Thus the island supports two persons to ev­ ery acre, and one cow to every two acres, and exports one animal to every ten acres, and as Mr. Eugene J. Arnold just says, in Bell's Messenger, the sys­ tem that will enable Jersey to do this must be worth considering by the peo­ ple of other countries. He thinks the Jersey cow has had much to do in ena­ bling these favorable results to be ac­ complished. She is not bred to be eat­ en; she is too valuable as a butter ma­ chine. Then why should she be larger? Where 12,000 cattle are kept on six miles square and where rent av­ erages over $43 per acre; where the farms are smaller than anywhere else in the world, every farmer works with his own hands, and instead of the Island being eaten up with cows and the farmers beggars, the whole Island is a little garden, thickly strewn with comfortable, well-to-do houses and homesteadr; ease and comfort are ev­ erywhere, poverty and want unknown. He does not claim this is all the pro­ duce of the cows; but the farmers who have so close a fight and are successful must understand their business and do not keep 12,000 cows at a loss. All the beef for the people is imported from France and Spain. With 12,000 cattle, they do not rear a single bullock nor make a single pound of cheese. The cows are reared and used for the pro­ duction of butter, and that alone. The Jersey will yield more butter in pro­ portion to her size and the amount of food consumed than any other breed whatsoever. She rarely exceeds 800 pounds and scarcely averages 700, and yet plenty of cows are to be found that yearly make more than half their weight in butter. She comes into milk early, rarely past two years; often be­ fore ; gives richer milk, makes higher- flavored butter, is docile and easily managed even by children; and, -lastly, she is equally at home in hot or cold weather. He Bays the Jerseyman would be hard-pressed to get along without his cow, and challenges the world to produce her equal. There is no doubt that much of the prosperity of Jersey for several years has been largely due to the demand in other countries for the surplus cows of the island, and the very high prices that have been paid for those 2,000 head ex­ ported every year.--Rural York' er. Diphtheria. In a family living in a ruther isolated place in Michigan, Dr. Formad says four children were attacked with diph­ theria. The slops of the sick-room were thrown out doors with the kitchen refuse and eaten by the pigs, one of which speedily sickened and died in a few days. Post mortem examination showed very thick diphtheritic mem­ brane in the gullet and stomach, and all the microscopic appearances of true diphtheria. The blood of the pig was also full of diphtheritic bacteria, as were the kidnevs, spleen, and other or­ gans. Fatal diphtheria was also pro­ duced in rabbits and other animals by inoculating them with these materials taken from the pig. OUR follies are our most effectual instructors; and the strongest resolu­ tions of manhood flourish best in that soil in which the extravagances of iave ~ -fQiWU*,*, MM AND POINT, "-V • TBXT say the only soldiars *ho *«fn» not affected by the sand winds of the Soudan ware those who had worked in grocery stores.--Philadelphia Call. "PA," said young Sevenoff, "what is a whisky straight P "Whisky's trait?" repeated old Sevenoff; "crookedness, my son, crookedness."--Brooklyn Eagle. THE man who was going to be hung was rather paradoxical when he told the sheriff that he desired the job done quickly, as he did not want to be kept in suspense.--Texas Siftings. "You have owed me that bill for board for six months. You ought to pay as you go." Precisely. I intend to stay with you a year longer, and iM|j^ settle as I go."--Boston Budget s WHI is IT? $>uerytn(jone davthe reason trby <: Sbort women like tall men, A lan- one said, with laughing eye, ; , 4.-^ IVinkinif the while BJ swootiy siy, B If 1 should teli--what them1 --Chicago Sun. A DETROIT doctor knocked a man down with a club in a street quarrel and then charged him $2 for fixing up his scalp. You can't stump a doctor with hard times.--Burlington Free Press. A MAN may be bold in business,brave in battle ana courageous in time of danger, but the small brother of the girl whom he is Courting will often knock him out in one ronnd.--New York Journal. "LETTERS from Hell," in the sulphur­ ous title of a new book' just published in New York. Some people never will learn that the campaign is over and the war closed twenty years ago. Let us hold our noses and shake hands across the fumigating chasm.--Brooklyn Eagle. ELLA WHEELEB WILCOX is said to be more fond of roller skating than of writing poetry. If her feet oh the rol­ lers is as smooth and even as the "feet" in her poetry, she will soon be able to start out as the eighty-seventh "only champion female skater in the United States."--Norristoicn Herald. You can buy a nice house lot, within three-quarters of a mile from the cap- itol at Bismarck, Dakota, for $10, cash down. Then you can buy a nice snow shovel for 75 cents, and there yon are fixed with a steady job for the rest of your natural life. No other invest­ ment returns BO much backache on the outlay.--Summerville Journal. JAY GOULD'S little boy recently went to visit some country relatives. Early i|i the morning ho arose, and, missing his uncle, asked one of his cousins: "Where's Uncle Jaljez gone?" "He's gone to water stock," replied Jabez's little boy. "Why, my pa never waters stock until he goes down-town in the city, 'bout 10 or 11 ."--Pittsburgh Chronicle. LAST spring, during a freshet, a rail­ road freight train ran off the track in Massachusetts, and precipitatod a car load of beans into a creek. An old man and a boy were fishing in the creek below the scene of the accident, when the beans came floating down the stream. "Look'e there, daddy!" ex­ claimed the boy, "I'll be jimswizzled if the high water ain't a-washin' Boston away!"--Newman Independent. BEHIND A FAN. Just for a moment, in arch surmise. With brows uplifted in moos uii prise. Comes one swift glace from saucy eyes Behind a tun. > Then eandal wood and a bit of ladt^.- Jtf':' ' Wielded with art.e^ airy grace. Securely guards a blushing face ' V' ® ? Behind a fan. Ah, love her! She knows how well! Doe) love for me n that bosom dwell? What fluttering thoughts now make it S' Be iiid the fan? O, longing heart, cease throbbing eol Site speaks, my love, so sweet and IOW That I am sure she won't say "Mai" B h nd the fan. --The Judge. ANSWERED BY CARD. We were piaym' eue'.ire latt even'n"; There were tour or' us inth -g ime; Moliie was Ned's fair partner; Mine was--guess I won't tell her name. You gee, I'd kept her companv For quite a fcood long time past^..„ . An' that night I'd made up my mind - To ask her to have me at ias . . • Guess she saw what I was a-thinkin'. An' tried not to be too hard, 'Cau-e she took advantage of the gam?, An' settled the matter by card. Sbe'd dealt, an' hearts wt r J the trumperS; ..Ned had passed, und it was my say, I'd a good hand, and thought 6lie had. She was smilin' in such a plsased way. ^ t Moll an' Ned were chattin' right gaily, *• Sosayi I, in a low pi aningtone: "Shall we play tigether--now an'for KOO^f*. Says she, "1 guess I'll go it alono,!' * ./ --The Jndoe. - An Immense Postofflcfc > The London postoffice is a great in­ stitution. A street divides the two de­ partments, one occupied by the busi­ ness of letters and papers, aud the other with telegraphing. In Britain tele­ graphing is part of the regular postof- fice svstem. The General Postoffice building is an imposing edifice of the Ionio order. It is 400 feet long, 180 wide and sixty-four feet high. The best time to see the outside rush is just before 6 p. m., at which hour the night's mail closes. The rush is some­ times tremenduous. Errand boys, hat- less clerks, business men, everybody jams forward to get his bundle of let­ ters, in to the long zinc-edged or copper- faced opening before the hour strikes. Exactly at the minute the office closes,, and all letters that are in haste most have an extra, stamp on them if they ore to go that night. The extra stamp business lasts for an hour. It is a sight to see the stampers at work. The stamper counts the letters and frhen he has stamped fifty he hits his stamp on a long sheet of paper at his right hand, and thus the number of letters is estimated. A stamper in the London office can stamp about 6,000 letter an hour. The telegraph building is smaller and higher than the G. P. O. It is 286x144 feet and eighty-four feet from pavement to cornice. On the first floor are the offices of the Postmaster Gen­ eral and the Aocountant General. On the next floor are the secretaries and staff and on the two upper stories is the telegraphic department. The in­ strument room is 125x80 feet Fifteen million messages a year passes through it The building is connected with the district telegraph offices of London by pneumatic tubes, and messages come through literally with the speed of the wind. Four engines in the basement furnish the wind.--Cor. Pres*. >" < A Remarkable Hirer. * - * The remarkable river Reka rises in the Austrian province of Carniola and disappears in the Karst caves. There are reasons for believing that it runs for a long distance underground, emerging twenty miles away as the Timavot a stream which mysteriously pours out of a hillside. Members of the Austrian Alpine Club have lately attempted an exploration of this subterranean course of the Reka, and have succeeded in fol­ lowing it about one-eighth of a mile, passing six waterfalls and reaching the seventh, which proved impassible with­ out special apparatus. One of the cav­ erns encountered is reported to be large enough to contain 8t Peter's ...Ii .:M- « J£5t. 5 1A - * _,