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Mm "10NGUE. BY AMELIE BIVES, Armor: or: “Tm: chcr: ca rnr. Dasn,’ "Asxonscs,’ “Os Bcsxs lsnaxn," E'rc __________.._._â€"â€"â€" CHAPTER I. xsrmntcss JUDITH. .‘ l People used to say it was almost a dutyl for Colonel Henry Merriweather Page to marry a second time. A motherless boy might do well enough, but when it came to a girl growing up altogether among darkeys end men, it was absolutely blood-curdlmg. The r child was really dressed in a man- ner: at was almost indecent, and it had even been said (here the informant generally ut an impressive hand in a one buttoned le-thread glove upon the arm of the person to be enlightened) that she actually used bad languageâ€"in fact, swore, as she heard her father do. It was perfectly true that she rarely put in an appearance at church, and when she did participate in the hebdominal devotions of Brownsville parish, she was wont to clatter up the central aisle in a short line gatherless habit, which was extremer shocking to the taste of the congregation She wore boots, moreover, and, it was rumored, a spur on occasions. Her greatest : offense, probably, was her mode of dressing her hair, or rather of leaving it to dress itself. She had a small, shapely heao' clasped closely from brow to throat by heavy red-brown curls. Colonel Page’s pew was the most con- spicuous in the pretty sandstone church; and the nape of his daughter's handsome neck, exposed in all its chignonless affron- tery of a Sabbath, was a never-ending source of displeasure to the outraged Brownsvil- llans. Had not St. Paul expressed himself clear- l‘g not to say strongly, on this very subject? as not a woman’s piety almost as surely to be measured by the ion th of her hair as the age of a horse told by t e length of his nip- psrs 2 Could a young lady fly in the face not only of tradition, but of the Scripture, in this fashion, and yet be all that is rtquir ed of young ladies by anountry parish ‘! Not so. The rector's wife went alone in her state carry-all to remonstrate with Miss Page upon this very subject. She waited for some forty minutes, and when at last her hostess entered, it was not in a neat magenta-colored paduascy, neither a black or salt and pepper barege, trimmed with braid and pearl buttons, as was then deemed the thing, butâ€"shade of that godly woman, “ Mrs. Colonel " Henry Merri- weather Pageâ€"in a blue firnnel waist, an old homespun skirt pinned up about her boy- ishly straight hips, and muddy boots that left apparent impressions on the red velvet car at of the drawing-room. hen Mrs. Nelson, after much dextroue marcnuvreing, had finally led the converse.- tion, by what she considered a master stroke, up to the meet question, Miss Page had re- lied merely by running a slight brown and through the efi‘ensive locks and saying : " “’hy do I wear it this way? Oh? I like it, and dad likes it, and Dick," then, with a sudden oblique glance of her bright rod- brown eyes: “I shall always wear it so, even when I am married." “ You seem to have no doubt on that score,"the rector's wife had replied, in a voice which was dryer than the smile that accompanied it. Mrs. Nelson had what might be termed a well~irrigated mouth “ Pray, is it to be soon 2" Miss Page had laughed at this, flinging one blue flannoled arm over the chair in which she sat sideways, and Mrs. Nelson had shuddered both at the laugh and gos- ture, which she found unpleasantly in keep- ing with their owner's cropped locks. “ Dear me, no! Goodness, no! I should think not l” the delinquent had replied. heartily. “ I haven’t even an ideal ; but, of course, he’ll turn upâ€"they always do. Old maids are accidents." “Accidents l" the rector’s Wife had ex claimed, in a tone which I am unable to describle. She held up the grey cotton gloves, ornamented with wrist-tussle, these last sharing in the good lady’s agitation. Their frisky bobbings developed a kittenish desire in Miss Page to seize and secure them. How delightful it would have been to observe the face of their wearer had she dtne so. Miss Page did not always control hersel; so well as on this occasion, howsver. She yielded to her inclinations without stint not unfrtquently. One of these events took place not long after the visit of the reotor’s wife, and that was when the rector’s son proposed to her. This gentleman was a pretty little person- age, with the physique of a tolerany well- scu‘ptured snow-man. His orange-colored hair surmounted his orange colored ears with a pinicn~liks siflnsss, which suggested the idea of a pair of Mercury-like heel-wings having sprouted in the wron place. He had orangecolerod eyebrows, a ve little dark blue eyes, like raisins set into his pudding fees, and his orange colored bard grew one way on one side of his face, and another way on the othu, as though its owner were stand is in a perpetual draught. Tint neither a man’s personal appearance, nor the fact of his being a rsotor's son, can have any appreciable effect upon his love afi'airo (so far as he himself is concerned) Thus it chanced that Timothous Nelson be- came enamored of the heydonish Mlss Page, and proposodto her. It was bad enough until he got down on his knees. Judith could not stand that, and so down she wont on her knees also, just opposite him, and said. as well as she could for laughing : “Please get up." You may be sure he did so with elaority. He did moreâ€"he got up metaphoricaly as well, and remained from that time in a standln position. Be a mitted that very night what he could never be persuaded to even so much as listen to before : namely, that for young women to apply scissors to their hair is as unseemly as alike I plication is meritorious in young men'. s confided tohis mother that he had once met Miss Page riding along. pen the highway, and that she was what! ng. He went so far as to state that with her mouth in that unfemlnine position he considered her positivst plain. and concluded by stating that fisxen hair worn in demure bands on either side of a flush countenance was a sight at once refreshing and snnobling, after having look- ed for any length of time upon crisp brown curls, and a face that changed as often as an autumn sunset. Mr. Timotheus Nelson had a cousin Lucy, who answered exactly to the fisxen ideal, in d be soon after made her Mrs. Timotheus Ndson. He took a certain pride in present- - lug her to Miss Page, and in listening aiter- l Ward to her shocked exclamaticns in regard l to the much discussed curls. It was about this time that, by something of a coincidence, a cousin of Judith also made his appearance in the neighborhood. He came unexpectedly, and me: her just outside of Carylon gates, leading her horse, Hauthoy, who had gone lame all of a and- den. She was rather a strange figure, tall and slight, and with as few curves as a growing led. Her habit, which, in those days of galloon and gathers, was really noticeable for its lack of voluminousneas, was gathered up almost to her knees, diiclooing rnsoot- leather boots, stained crimson for half their length by the scarlet soil. Her billy-cock hat was pushed back on her brown crest, And a sparkle of mud ornamented her left cheek like a fantastic patch. Boughton did not in the least recognize her. He had not seen her since the days of white frocks and blue shoes and socks, when hut hair had been a pretty tan color, and one of her front teeth missing. ~---â€" .adA-u: . s. . s .. .. He hesitated a moment, and then reinsd up anéj asked if he was or was not mistaken ) taking the gate to the left the one that led into the Carylon farm. She nodded and said that it was. Then he saw that h 2 horse was lame, and jumping down, asked if he could not assist her. She thank- ed him, and said no, that ’,aho thought he could not ; and then yieldingâ€"after the manner I have mentionedâ€"to one of the inclinations, said suddenly : “ Are you really going to Carylon l What is your name 2" “ Boughton,” he had answered, gravely. “ Philip Boughton." Then it was that this culpably uncon- Ventional young woman made use of an ex- pression which amused Boughton beyond bounds, until he found out who she was. " Grad l" cried she, “ not my cousin Phil 2" He replied, with a bow, that if her cousin Phil also rejoiced in the surntme of Boughton, their identity must be establish ed, at the same time inquiring her own ntme. “ Why, I'm Judith 1" she announced, reaching out both hands to him with Haut- boy‘s bridle-rein yet over her arm. “I’m Judith Page, Cousin Phil. You v ou’t look a tir- as you used to." “No? said Cousin Phil, sm‘ls. .5 a good deal, perhaps not unconscious of a handsome mustache clipped close, soldier-fashion, across his fine upper lip, and of a general im- pressiveness of appearance which he had lacked when they last parted. “No. noâ€"not a bit," said Judith, bending a little away from him, while still keeping a friendly grasp on his hands, and eyeing him from the crown of his smart Parisian hat (risers were Anglo-maniacs in those days, but they were the exception and not the rule) to the toes of his patent-leather boots. “Not a bit," she repeated, earnestly. “Why, in what way ‘I" said Boughton. “You’reâ€"you'roâ€"well, you’re such a dandy," replied candid Judith. “However can you wiggle your toes in such boots? Gad l it makes mine ache to look at ’em." This made twice that she had used that somewhat extraordinary form of expression. Besides, Philip did not exactly enjoy being called a dandy. “ You have changed, too,” he remarked. “ Me ‘2“ said Judith. “ Ohl do tell me! How I" “ Well, for one thing," said Boughton, slowly, “ youâ€"er-didn't swear when I last ssw you." It is impossible to imagine the efi'ect that her placid reception of this scathing remark had upon him. ‘ Didn’t I ? ' she said ooronoly, still hold- ing his hands. “ I must have been very young. Yes, I wasâ€"I remember all about it now. You used to make me dolls out of rediahes, and cut turnips into flowers for me. Oh, yes, and you taught me to fish with a crooked pin." “You have become a fisher of men by now, I suppose,” said Boughton, with an at~ tempt at wit, which, howwor, left his cousin as umulllsd as svnr. “ O 2, dear, no,” she assured him. “ They fish for me i And mostly with crooked pins. I must admit i" she added, with a laugh. “How tall and straight you are, cousin. I do believe I could walk under your arm. b.1- try.” Philip held out his arm obodisntly, and she made the attempt, but her oyoo were blinded against his coat sleeve, I know over so much a bother way to use my arm than that," said Boughton, suddenly- ps-nsod of a devil, and he let his area :29 at her shoulders, hold her so, and kissed She did not burst into tears, and raise her riding whip, and givo hi- s smart hlow across the ips, or rail at him liko the little shrew he believed her to be. When she sow what was about to happon, oho merely drew in hos pretty lips to a hudwhito line over her teeth, and on that hard. white line loll Mr. Philip Boughtoa’s kiss. it was certainly nothing at all like what he had supposed is would be. Nosthor was her conduct. She stood quietly, looking at him squaroly in the leyes, and drawing on a hurls further her dog skin ganntlsts. “Erâ€"you have mistaken your way after all," she remarked, finally. "How!" he asked, feeling somewhat curious and extremely uncomfortable. She still locked quietly at him, while settling her cuffs and pulling forward the billy-cock hat. “Erâ€"you have behaved like a beast when you should have be" wed like a g-utlwnan,” she replied, almost tulkily. "Geoff .ftor- noon." And she turned about in the other direction and walked off with her lame horse. He had no one but. himself to thank for all this, but that did not in the least miti- gate his violent indignation. To be called first a "dandy," and then a "beast," in less than twenty minutes, by a very pretty young woman, is not calculated to add to scene in the flush of a November sunset. And, by George i if one wasn't to kiss one's cousin, who was one to kiss 2 Boughton was actually more furious than 4 one's enjoyment even of an Albermarlej he remembered to have been in the whole course of his life. As for J udithâ€"well, I really do not know how to write concerning Judith‘s stat? of mind. I! may perhaps be most ccuoisely expressed by saying that, had she been in the place of her Jewish namesake, and Boughton in the sandals of Holofernes, she would have secured his head with decided feeling of satisfaction. Judith had never been kissed, and had had a charming and romantic fancy that the man who married her should be the only man to kiss her. Now Boughton had dashed this pretty ideal to bits, and broken the charm. and pollutedâ€"yes, polluted, Miss Page told herselfâ€" with violence, her so long cherished lips. His mustache had scratched her nose, and whether one turns one’s lips in over one’s teeth or not. a kiss is a kiss, and she would no quits with him. Judith's face was decidedly wicked as she made this last announcement, and there was ever so much more red than brown in her wide open eyes. (TO BE cos'rla'usn ) .__.â€"_.-â€"â€"-â€"â€"â€"â€"â€" Gas-Porscnmg- Common illuminating gas contains a com- pound of carbon and oxygen which is closely related to the so called carbonic acid gas, but which contains a smaller proportion of oxygen. When taken into the lungs this gas enters into combination with the coloring matter of the blood, taking the place which should be occupied by the pure oxygen. It is probable that the injurious efiscts of the compound are due not so much to its own activity as to the fact that it prevents the entrance of oxygen. It really produces a sort of strangling, and it has been found that one of the surest means of restoring the run who has been overcome by the gas is the inhalation of pure oxygen, since, as would be supposed, oxygen brooks up the new combination much more rapidly, when taken pure, than when inhaled in its ordinary dilution in the air. In all cases of poisoning by gas the sufi'er- or ought at once to be given a supply of fresh air; it is always available, and is the best substitute for pure oxygen. Illuminating gas, however, is not the only source of danger, for the same noxious com- pound is formed in the burning of coal. It gives rise to the blue flame which is soon as the coal is just beginning to ignite. The escape of such a gas into a sleeping-room is the more dangerous, since it will generally overpovrer the inmate without waking him. When a small amount of the gas is in baled, as happens in a room where there is a leaking stove, it causes headache, nausea, noises in the ears, and great prostraiion. If the poisoning goes further, it produces diffi culty of breathing, paralysis of the lovvor limbs, unconsciousness, and sometimes con vulsisns, before death. ' Carbonic oxide, which is the chemical name of the gas, has no odor, and numerous deaths have been reported, due to the escape of the gas into houses or rooms where its presence was not suspected. So-called water gas contains a large prov portion of this product, and hence its use has been intordioted in many parts of Europe, where it was found that accidents could not be averted, as there was no way by which its presence could be known with certainty. It has been suggested that this obstacle to its use would be removed if it were mixed with other gases which have a distinct odor. ABsd Year for Kings, This appears to be a bad year for kings, let alone the proverbial three or four that the poker player wishes he had not hold. The king of Monaco has just died. The king of Holland’s death is apparently a question of only a few weeks. The mutal condition of the king of Bavaria is becoming worse. The king of Portugal is seriously ill. The king of Servia has been forced to abdicate. The king of Bulgaria may soon be sorry that he did not follow suit. The king of Montenegro is wedged in between l A Poregone Conclusion. Canvasoer : i have here a work- â€"- Master of the house: I can‘t read. Canvasser : But your childrenâ€"â€" Master of the house: I have no children (triumphantly.) Nothing but a cat. Canvasser: Well. you want something to throw at the cat. (He took it.) Got His Apology. Gaz‘ey (presenting his card): I represent my friend, Mr. Dcolr y. You grossly insulted him last night, and he demands an apology or satisfaction, sir. Tangle : i don't remember insulting any- body. G-zley: You told him to go to Jericho, sir. Tangle: Oh, yes, I believe I did. So Dsnley feels bad about it, does he? Gszley: Yes, air. He demands an apol- c y. gTangle : Well. I don't want any ill feeling between us. You may tell him he needn’t go. PlOOiE of Her Skill. Omaha Papa : So you are gcbg to marry, are you, my son 2 I presume the young lady you are to wed knows all about house- work and looking after the Wants of a family 2 Omaha Youth: “'sll, you just bet she does. I wish you could see a cotton batting dog she made last week, and some butter- flies she painted on velvet. A Modern Tyrant. Penelope: All right, Jack, you may put that ring on my finger and we'll call it engaged, but it must be definitely under- stood that you are to have but one kisea day and one dance at each hop, for you dance horribly. and I don't like to kiss a man without a mustache. I am to go boat- ing, riding, or walking with any fellow I please, dance as much as I please, and flirt with whom I please. You are to give up smoking, card playing and wine, and finally you are not to tag around after me a ii the time, for I’m not going to have my enjoy- ment spoiled jut because I’m engaged. Jack (her humble slave) : \l'cll, but Pene- lope, tell me what I can do? Penelope: You can read Tennyson and think of me. Didn't Notice Where the Bullet Struck. styerâ€"“ You were present when the man was shot, were you 2" Rafiertyâ€"“Oi was, set. hotel rifles." Lawyerâ€"“You saw the man shot in the rotunda, did you 3 ’ Rafierlyâ€"“ Be hiveus, Oi didn’t notice if it hit him in the rotunda or not." It was in the w-..â€" Hadu't Read Juliet. but Thought Romeo Glorious Would-be Poetâ€"“ And, my dear doctor, I have taken such delight in all the great poems that I am sure that poetry is my vocation.” Eminent Litterateurâ€"“ And â€" ah â€" my dear young ladyâ€"ycuâ€"ahâ€"have read Romeoâ€"ahâ€"and J ulict l” Would-be Poetâ€"“Well, I haven't read Juliet, but I think Romeo is glorious.” (Fact). Treadiua‘ on a Tender Spot. Miss Potciueâ€"“ I am afraid, Henry, that our engagement must be broken. Papa and mamma are both very angry with you.” lienryâ€"“ For heaven’s sake, Clara, what have I done to ofi'snd them 1" Miss Porcineâ€"“ It is all on account of the conversation you had with mamma the other night." Henryâ€"“ Why, I spoke of your father in the highest terms.” Miss Porcineâ€"“ Yes ; you said he ‘ bristles with good sense.’ You know papa is at the stock yards, and momma thought your allusion to ‘ bristles’ simply dreadful Russia and Austria in a very uncomfortable - tam-,9," way. The king of Greece is worried over the yet unsolved Cretan question. The king of Italy is still at war with the Pops. The king of Denmark has a hard winter he Promptly Repairing a Great-Lats. Prominent Actreasâ€"“That man whom fore him. And the king of Belgium isthink- . you recommended to me as a competent ing seriously of an African trip cares of stateâ€"[Udell Herald. Things Worth Kuowmg- It was the privilege of the editor of this paper to recently meet at the White Moun- tains a gentleman now nearly eight five years old, who graduated at Columbia College, New York City, in 1824, sixty five years agoâ€"has been distinguished as a civil engineer, aui now in full possoosion of all his mental faculties, is from the experiences of his long life a most interesting and valuable companion. The other day he was telling us how even a small compass, attached to a watch chair. often magnetic-ad and afl'echd a watch, and the danger of carrying the two near oaoh other : also, how much better it is to use no soap in shavingâ€"sinrp'y thoroughly wetting the heard with cold water, and koopiq it wot while shavingâ€"how it saves tineâ€"is much better for the skin, etc, etc, ospsoiall in winter. Acting upon his advice we tr the oxpsrlmont with complete sucooss, and hereafter shall need in shaving only a mu and cold water. These things are worth knowing. The prouoution of the Bishop of Lincoln will cost £10,000, of which £7,000 has al- ready been raised. To those who can read the signs of the times, it is obvious that a great change is coming into the relations of the two great schools of medicine. Surgery is constantly becoming a more and more exact science, but medicine is constantly shifting her ground, and the lines between allopathy and hontmopathy are not by any means so closely rawn as they used to be. According to a computation just issued by an eminent statistician, the cost in human life of the wars of the last thirty-four years has been 2 253,000 souls. The Crimean war cost 750,000 men; the Italian war (1859) 45,- 090 ; the Dmisn war (1864) 3,000 ; the American civil warâ€"the Northern States 280,000 the Southern States 520000; the Austro Prussian war 45 000; the France- Germ-Ln warâ€"Franc: 155 000. Germany 60,000; the Tune-Russian war 250,000; the South African wars 33:000; the Afghan war 25,000; the Mexican and Cochin-Chinese expeditions 65 000. and the Bulgaro-Serviau insurrection 25,000 This list does not include mortality from sickness. to avoid the l person to steal my $50,000 worth of dia- ' monds and then return them was guilty of unprofessional conduct.” Managerâ€"“ Indeed l in what way ?" Prominent Actressâ€"“ He really and actu- ally did steal them.“ Managerâ€"“ Oh, never mind. Here are $25. Go and replace them." What the (it'sâ€"er-cm Gets. One of Denver’s leading and wealthiest citiuns has just built an elegant residence on Capitol Hill. It is intended as a weddiu present to a daughter who is to be marris soon. The gentleman also owns two houses adjoining than» upon which the house is erected. The younger daughter of the gentleman, upon b:iug spoken to about the fine present her sister Would receive, re- marked : “ Yes, and we are goin to put a sign on the two adjoining lots wi those words on : " Whose lets go with the other girl.’," Answered With a Question Heâ€"Do you believe in marrying for money, Miss Antique ? Sheâ€"I don't know. How much have you get '! A Coincidence. Judgeâ€"“ You are a freeholder.” Prospective jurymanâ€"“ Yes, sir." Judgeâ€"“ Married or single. 2" Prospective jurymanâ€"“ Married three years ago last month." Judgsâ€"“ Have you formed or expressed any opinion ” Prospective jurymatâ€"‘ Not for three years past." “Kin 9. Crack Move ?" There was company for dinner at D'.lly's house andlthcy were enj uying the first course, which consisted of oyster soup. Dillcy mlde away with hers some time in she had nearly cleaned the stress the table, saids in a stage whisper: “Mamma, what you (i J: 2â€"it ro's,hair in the soup l" "Hush, Dilly," said mamma, frowning ; "it's nothing but a crack in the pie e." Dilly moved the bowl of her spoon back and forth over the supposed crack, and than exclaimed triumphantly "Kin a crack;move 2" silence until ’ plate, when she, suddenly paused, and looking at her mother bum“ mmm,_g fellow receiving a a“ ‘ rejection. ' A Too Blah. The new reporter. a you whose graduating essay. entitled. ‘g’l‘ Unseen Forces of Moral Pnilosophy," had been highly complimented by the professor of botany, took a eeatnear thcclty editor s desk. “i am delighted," said he, speaking to the' editor, "to think that I have so easily and with so little delay found the work for which I am will fitted. How do yvu like my sketch, ‘Walraven Sr. Borrie !' ” “It is magnifimnt, ’ the editor answered, as he took out the manuscript. "Y our diction is delightful and your style is capti- vatii‘g ; and in nearly every line there is a gentle y 1: strong rebuke to the blunt and commonplace writer." My dear sir." rxclaimsd the reporter, “you charm me." "For instance," said the editor, taking no notice of the reporter’s enthusiasm,“you say that Walraven located in this por den of the country." "Yes ; do you like the way I express it 2 " .“1 am delighted. Some writersâ€"old Plnknoy, cut there, for instanceâ€"would have said that Walravsn settled in this part of the country.” "Yes, I see. He doesn't understand. rhetoric very well, does he 2" “Oh, no, not at all. Here is another excellent point," said the editor, turning the leaves of the manuscript. “You say that Walraven went to a hardware establish- ment and procured a rifle." “That's good, isn't it 3 ' “First-class. Old Pinkney would have said that he went to a hardware store and bought a rifle.‘ “That's because he is crude in his man- ner of expression, isn't it!" “Assuredly. And again you say that Wal- raven partcok of refreshments." "How does it strike you 1" “Way up." ‘f'Whah Wand Pinkney have said 2" f‘Oh, in his vulgar way he Would have said that Walraven ate supper or luncheon, or something of that sort.’ " I wonder that he does not learn better,” said the reporter. “ It seems that he should. By the way, we cannot afford to use this sketch. It is- too high for our readers." “ What must I do with it i" “ Bring it out in pamphlet form and sell it on the campus." “ That’s a good idea ; I'll do it. Shall I go out now and write something i" “ No, old Plnkney is covering the ground pretty well. You may go to the county asylum, though.” “To write up the abuses of the institu- tion ‘2" “ No, to stay there until we send for you. Good-bye.” â€"-â€"-â€"-.â€"â€"â€" Driving Oxen- In the Western States and on thsPlsins ox- tcams are driven with whi; s, and the oxen are trained to cantor along the road in a not ungrsceful trot. The use of the whip is humorously described by Mr. Kerr in his ac- count of South African travel. Many and many a time had Iused the short- handled whip employed in herding cattle on the Waitsrn prairies of America, but I was a complete stranger to the gi antic and indis- pensable whip common to a 1 South African caravans. In becoming initiated into the my- stems of its use, I left numerous marks upon my face and neck, and was more than once nearly strangled. While vigorously pressing on the leading oxen I would fall heels over head into some deep hole. Sometimes the exsn would wheel quickly round, rush throu h the for- est and break the young trees, w lie the old wagon railed along like the grounding of a wrecked balloon. Whonoveningcame, after suohoxperlences, I felt as though I had been mobbed and hustled at an election. At the crossing of any of the large river- bods, John’s aid became indispensable. He could crack the whip and make a report like an Armstrong six-pounder ; while his shouts and fiendish yells resoundod wildly through the rocks in such a manner that even the hoarse roar of a fog born, or the shrill shriek of a steam-whistle would have had no chance against him. ..___â€"._â€"â€"â€"-â€" Accident to a Lion Tamer. . M. Edmond Pemn, son of the well-known lion tamer has just met with another student. Some time use, while he was putting the lion “Brutus ” through his pacesat a fair on the Bmlovard Richard- Lanclr, Paris, he had his left arm badly lacerawd. The other evening he was performing with the same animal at Ver- sailles. “ Brutus," who had already been excited by a series of entertainments, was in a'had humour, and as M. Peron was melting him open his month he selud the tamor's hand and bit it right through. A doctor who was present at the performance at once took the unfortunate young man in charge. His previous wound was so far from healed that he still had his left arm in a sling. â€"â€"â€"â€"-â€"â€"â€"-.â€"â€"-â€"â€"â€"â€" Awkward. inability to express themselves gracefully in English sometimes places our good Gsrm sn ll lands in embarrassing situations :and that, too, when they really mean to the com- pllmsntary. An artist, who chanced to be a very small a rd infer for-looking man, was showing some o’ his paintings, which were really meritori- ous, to a stout old German gentleman, who was keenly appreciative of the merit of the pictures, but who expressed his approbation in the following awkward way : "Veil, voll. veil l D:y vas pawteofnl, pswteeful l Und you baintod dcm mit your own hands 2 Vell, veil l and von vonld not dink, to look at you. dot you could baint coding at all! Veil, veil l’ What 'Ihey Were Dome. Mabel ; What were you and Phyllis doing in the conservatory? Tom: I was making a study in human natureâ€"a girl receiving her first proposal. Mabel : What was she doing? Tom: She was also making a study in Bessieâ€"“How was it you refused Charlie when you love him so 2" Jammieâ€"“Because after proposing once he changed the subject and never referred to it again. I intended to accept him the third time he asked me.” ~s -:.. in" ‘ mm m.W.wn-sacsma.}.am l t.‘ ‘.