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.1 M -â€"_...2 minors ED AT LAST. A 'IHRILLIXG CHRISTMAS SIORY BY “JACK FROST.” sc‘r IHE scorers. ‘, It occurred m be:- that her immunity Mrs. Peyton and her 3):) were frequent ;. from disgrnce would consist in mastering the vistors a: Fairlswn, and none were more ; contents of the diary, which, if it contained welcome than they. , any secrets, would enable her In defy him. Myrtle was a. great favourite with her, ‘1 But. the (dart to road was fruitless ; the and a. close bond of union was being cemEnb tvtrls swam before her eyes like phantoms, ed between them in these peaceful days, and she closed the book with as little cry of which might stand the strain or dark ones. despair. “'hst was she to doâ€"how to not? Erie hsd a long conversation with Mr. If she shouted ever so for help, her cries Dene when he pleaded for Myrtlo's hand in , would not be heard. To pass a whole night msrrige. l clone in this room would drive her madâ€" "My daughter is very young yetâ€"a mere l turn her hair grey. child, in fact, and you too have not Such a. mortal terror hsd seizsd upon her s‘en many summers of your life,” he ‘ that when she rose from her chair, herlimbs said, gravely. “ Hasty lovermstches ; refused to support her, and she stumbled do not, as a rule, turn out well. I : hesvily sgsinst the well which partitioned have no desire to thwart Myrtle’s incline» l the study from the billiard room. stions ; I like you, and have no doubt youl Something seemed to fly opcn suddenly, would make her an excellent husband." l and when she recovered consciousness, shc “Then you permit cur engagement 2" ’ found herself lying in so open doorwsy. Erie answered. eagerly. She had fallen against the spring of a secret “ Yes, under certain conditions ; that door, which Mr. Dene, for some purpose you obtain your father's consent ;-â€"-that l. best known to himself, had bud made gained, that the marriage does not take i there. place till Myrtle is twentytwo years of age} All her courage came back to her now. (she is twenty now), and not even then, :f l Taking up the candle, and closing the secret certain cutters in my past life are not satis- ' door, she hastened up to the drawing-room, facrorily claured up.” { eager to begin perusing the diary. “ Myrtle said something to mo about my Drinking some wine to steady her nerves, bearing in close resemblance to on enemy of ' she seated herself in a. cosy armchair, and yours. 1)) your conditions refer to that l" ; sf:cr adjusting the reading-lamp, begun to Eric asked sadly. ' road. “ No ; it is clear thst you are not re- So absorbed was she that the hours sped latcri to that man,” Dene unawarcd, readily. { by, and still found her engaged in the task, “ I refer to scma great wrong done to my- ' The ormolu clock on the marble mantle-shelf selfâ€"cu injustice it is impossible I can ex- plsin at the present moment." “ Ism glad to hear you say that, sir. , As regards my father, we expect him home shortly, when I am sure of gsiuiug hi; con- sent ; he has only to see Myrtle to love her as a. daughter." “I trust the love you profess for my child will stand the test of time,“ Dene said, gent- ly ; "strange and startling changes some- times huppen in this life." “Nothing could change my deep sfi‘ecticn for Myrtle ; it would kill me if I lost her,” he protested, warmly. “I am content," Dene sold, with a sigh. “May Heaven shield and protect you both, is my earnest prayer.” Erlc Peyton was satisfied, and hastened to tell the good news to Myrtle, and henceforth they looked on such other as sflisnced men and wife. At their period of life love was one contin- ual poem; something fresh and new was in- scribed on its pages dailyâ€"nay hourly. The thoughts of each heart were pure, un- sullied ; no dark places were thereâ€"no spot which need be hidden from the searching gaze of the other. Tho struggles, trials and difiiiulties of life had not touched them as yet; love’s bark rode on a. calm sea. in unbroken sunlight. ‘1‘va u something to think of, to back upon in citor lifeâ€"this perfect union of two hearts, with only one absorbing thought between them ; it was on earthly Heaven, scrip us Paradise must have been before the Fe . It brought it secret joy to Mr. Dene's heart to see the trstqull content of the one being earth held for him. He was solsced for years of misery, of cruel punishment and torture ; it seemed as if his evil genius was tired of pcrsecutfng him, and fled before the gullcless, unselfish love of parent and child. Those dark, brooding thoughts of van- geance, which bud haunted himâ€"been his constant companions for yearsâ€"were slowly fading from his mind, to be replsced by others, better, holler. Miss liscky Pride sew all this, and was not too pleased} her ambitious schemes were thwarted, and she had serious thoughts of retiring from the contest by leaving his service, when something happened to give her fresh hope. Myrtle and her father had gone to a petty, leaving her at home, us she pleaded look lndisposition. An unusual thing for him, he left his keys on the drawing- room table, being rather hurried in gating away. She pounced upon them with secret j )y sud triumph; she could now pene- trate to Blue Beurd’c chamber, sud discover something of importance. She was sure he kept all his important correspondence there, and she hoped to discover its hiding- place. Armed with s candle and matches. she stoic out, and having tried the door till she found the right key, unlocked it, and en tered. Lighting? the candle, she looked around, and was rather discppointod to find is oil so commonplace. Soc szuv the glass jars. but wisely resolved not to meddle with them, and was right, for they contained deadly poisons. . The curtain utxt attracted her attention and drawing it softly aside, bll') s:sr:cd on seeing: that waxen face. Its resemblance to Eric Peyton struck her instantly, us did also the peculiar V-ubspc mark on the left cheek. ” This. then, is his enemy. the Duke of Brittany," she said to herself. “I would know him if I sow him among n thousand. Strange that Air. Dene should keep such a. memento hero. I am sure there is some dork secret connected with his life. If I csn only find the hiding-place of his letters I may learn what thst secret is” Soc espied an escritoirc, which she was no: long in unlocking. A swim: in the art of mnsocking drswsrs . would have left traces of his or her hundi- work behind. Not so she; etch pocket wss ; locked (War. and put buck mostly as before. ‘ A book of MS. proved it rich urine; it! was headed “My Diury." At first sho‘ thong-.2 of marlin; I.‘ more: bu: the spot! was 1:0 gruesome for one presented cf Auuh dk"ll€.\td.rkl§§ltl\'il [NINA as lure. Cuzcniing v. . _ ’ , ~ 3m: cu: there cords, I cm as? Ull‘ t-b-Ouflh ' 11.9 “halo of Elwoodâ€"all ; .‘n-s windows, and no one cm my you helped ‘ me. If I'm had up before the bush, I must , to , ‘tell everything." in her p :, silo {silo l. the phciocs tre'kszxrc c: truu to open the door, but Mr. De: 0 alone knew the secret of the lock frtm too imi ie “in Was f:ir'.v trapped, I caught, " hoist with her own pezsrd.” i 14.0 wou «l return, ruin her, and all be; discovered; then dinner, with one fell , swoop, would overwhc.:n her. Sire new, sick a: hurt, sud day at the awful: prospectâ€"s: the being found out. In’ uncertain: the family skeleton, she had become shaped-in its bony arms; and his those sighzlsu sockets glance at. her. Her store of terror wu pitisble, sud the , thought the perhsps days might clap-so be I fore the doorâ€"s massive useâ€"could be‘ broken through, sdded pflgusucy to i:. v Summoniu up courage, she once moral cusyod to vs: the secret of tbelcck, bltlnvlin. l l chimed the hour of midnight. “It. will be three before they are home," she murmured. “I think I shall be mistress of Fsirlown House utter all." Another hour passed, and still her ub- sorption continued; what she read had a Irribls fuscinstion for her. About this time she thought she detected a stealthy footatep in the room. but put it down to nervousness, and read on. “At last i" sho murmured, as she closed the book. “I know all, and menu to use my power skilfully." The next moment she was held down in her chair, and s handkerchief placed over her nose and month until she became insen- sible. Twas the work of a burglar, who wore s crops mssk. “Cleverly done," he muttered, and there- upon commenced to clear the room of everything valuable and portable, not forgetting Miss Becky’s portmonusie, which he took from her pocket, also her watch and chain. “She’ll safe enough for another hour," he chuckled. “This will be a. good night’s work for me ; couldn’t find a. better crib to crack from here to John o'Grost’s. Here’s another sack-load of swag, matey,” he said, handing.r it through the guts abutt- ing on the river, “and here's some prime stufito swig. I'm all for another lot." “Batter be satisfied, Jack," said a wamsn’s voice from the bout ; “them river police might spot us, or the family came back stop of you." “I‘ll chance it," was the gruff reply. “If you hear a. disturbance. row away like mad ; I’ll escape by the roud." “Hilloa, my man, who are you, and what do you want here 2" said Eric Peyton, who, with his mother, had just returned in Dcnc‘s carriage. The burglsr's answer was to sim a terrific blow at his head with a. lila-preserver, which Erie worded off with his right arm. The arm fell helplessly at his side ; but before he could repeat the blow, Mr. Dans had him by the throat in a grip of iron. from which he could not shake himself free. Myrtle and Mrs. Peyton screamed in chorus, as well they might, and o posse of alarmed servants were quickly on the spot, to whom Mr. Dene bonded over the half- strcnglsd burglar. Poor Erie Peyton was assisted to the drawing-room, and a doctor sent for in haste. Miss Bucky Pride was found in an insen- sible condition, and lying at her feet was the urloincd diary. Myrtle picked it up mechanically ; but on recognizing her father’s handwriting, placed it hastily in her pocket. Meanwhile, the burglar hsd been placed in u room to await the coming of the police. “Wants to see me, Msnvers ’3" said Mr. Dene, whenthc butler delivered the burglo r'u message. “Yes, sir ; says it's important. It will be too late when the police arrives." “Perhaps he wants to give up what he has stolen," Dsuc remarked. “I will see him.” “ Now, my mm, what is it 2" he uskorl, Stm‘nly, on entering the room. “ Ir. unycns listening, sir '.’ ’ said the fel- low, ' ‘ “ No l you can speck out : butbe quick.” " l'm Jick Skinner, sir. i. " missus brought up your daughter, Miss Myrtle,” he said, with n whine. “ But it isn’t for that I'usked you to come. \Vncn you took her stray from us a. gent coma to ask about her; he had three moles on his cheek, like the letter V." - “Good Hesvonsl” Mr. Dene (xciuimcd, thrown off his guard for the moment. “ \Vc mot him again, sir, only to dayâ€" Heaven’s truth. we did, sir ; and ho wanted to know where you were, very bad. We wouldn’t tell him, sir, no fear ! without first seeing you. I took 23. drop too much to drink, sit“, and forgot myselfu Dzn'c look me upâ€"plcusc don't, for Miss Myrtle s suite 3 We was as kind as poor tolls could be to her, air, all thusc years." " I cm afraid I csn't help you; you have bccn guilly of violence, as well as robbery,” ho returned, severely. “ it was only s top on the arm, sir; the your 3 gent will soon get over tlmr. if you liertrozn Una winced of. this veil‘d threat. Publicity Wad what he must dreaded crime in his affairs, for Myth: 3 “no as Well as his own. in a. few minutes he had freed the wrelch fmn "no cords, saying: A “ You must. leuve England tc-morrowr. I will rind the monk-y. Where can I mes: ‘cc 2 ‘ l "in: the Palhsm side of Putney Bridge." “ At whet hour 2" “ Twelve o‘clock in the day." "1'1; be there 3" A: the door Mr. s loud voice: she turned, sud said, in - “I regret your position, my man; but events that aim had quite forgotten the fact of picking up the diary in the drawing-room at Miss Pride’s fees. Her lovcr's stats, tuough not critical, was sufficiently grave, too, to cause her anxiety. She had to receive he to be hunted like a. wild beast, and find no haven where he could hide until his innocence was made clear? Myrtle rend all this in the workings of his face, and if she ever hated a. women it was -a ' i , . q ‘3' '1“? g openly, my child, can I om rec wary I am rich enough to bribcl Patience gained! , cannot help you. The law must take its course.“ He locked the door. and put the key in his pocket. . When the police arrived their prisoner had down, and though a sine: sesrcn wns mode of the grounds, no trace of him was found. The police investigated the chair of the burglary next morning. and traced heavy footsteps in the direction of the river ; but here the clue foiled. Miss Becky could give no informstion whatever shot: the sfi'air, except that she was attacked suddenly, and quickly rendered inssuible. Naturally the matter made a. great stir, especially when it became known that the burglar had assaulted young Mr. Peyton. Mr. Dene took the affair very q rictly, and made light of the loss the robber) h .d entailed upon him. He knew that the untrained wss safely away, and trusted he would never meet him again in life. Publicity had been avoided, and to him that fact was of incul- culable service. But he was soon to be confronted by another danger from an unexpected qusrter. He missed his keys, which Becky hsd kept in her pocket, thinking able to put back the diary before he returned. But'Skinncr’s unexpected attack hdfi rend- ered that impossible. “ Have you seen my keys, Myrtle 2” he asked, anxiously, the second morning follow- ing the burglary. "No. papa, have you lost them?" “Yes 1 I wouldn’t care so much if the bunch did not contain the keys of my study. I must ask the servmrs about thorn." Poor Myrtle had been so upset by recent visitors, anxious and curious about the recent events, and to answer numerous letters of condolence and I! quiry. But the keys brought the circumstances to her recol- lection, end she said : “Have you missed may of your private papers or books, pups ?" “ I csunot tell what is missing until I find my keys," be old, fretfully. “These cou- stsnt upsets are really too bod.” " W sit a. minute l” she repiied, with a strange expression. as a. li ht begun to “ I think know where your keys Going straight to Becky's room, she said, quietly : “ Did you find a bunch of keys 2â€"pop1 has missed his.” A guilty flush came into her face, as she answered : “ Yes, I put them in my pocket; they were on the drawing-room table, dear.” “Thanks,” ssid Myrtle, somewhat coldly, and returned to her father, to whom she gave the keys, saying, “ Miss Pride found them, papa.” “I am very much obliged to her, I'm sure." he remarked, greatly relieved, and would have dismissed the incident from his mind if Myrtle had not said, as she placed the diary in his hand, “ That is yours, popsâ€"is it not ? ’ tie flushed, and then burned as white as marble, on rccongizing the book. “I found is in the drawing room, lying at Miss Pridc's feet on the night of the burg- lary," she continued. speaking very gravely. “ She must have been reading it.“ He nodded, for his rage was too great to find vent in words : every secret of his life was bid bare to s designing womenâ€"s. traitoressâ€"who,:by this time knew that he was an escaped couvic t. The same relentless fete that had sent him to Siberia. still pursued him implscsblyâ€" ruthlessly. Was he never to find real: or down upon her. I) 0“ was a peace 1’ Was I‘etky Pride. Lsying her hsud gently on his arm, she sci 1, in accents of tender solicitnde : “Pips, you appear vexedâ€"grieved. Is there anything compromising in that book ?" “Yesâ€"it tells of my being an cscsped convict l” he moaned, u pitoous look in his eyes that cut her to the heart. “ Dsfy herâ€"chorge her with her treachery â€"-wi:l‘. thch ! Your name is not to it, sure- ly ; and even if i: is, you can tell her that it was only too outline of a plot you had written for s novel. If you will permit me, I will dismiss hot on the instant." “She has suspected something for some time post ; the story she told us, as related by Lady Rose, proves that much. If I dis- miss her, I cannot muzz 6 her tongue, child. he Duke would beer of it, and frustrate all the plans I hsvs weaved to establish my innocence." ‘ Wny should you fear that men, pspa. 2 "Tie he who ought to tremble, to think that you have escapedâ€"that you are alive to track him downâ€"to exact a. terrible ven- geance for all the wrongs he has inflicted upon your innocent bead. Oh, that I wore a man, instead of is weak woman ! I would soon force him to do you justice. As for this woman, she must and shall be crushed l" “I do not imr him because of any further irjuz‘y he could inflict upon mo. My liberty is not in jeopardy. In England I um, and can romctn, a. free mumâ€"there is no extra- dition treaty for such a. cue s3 mine ; but I do tremble lest he should learn of your existence. Already he has been trying to discover you.” "Who told you that '3" she asked, eagerly. “Skinnerâ€"the men who committed the burglary," he answered ; "he said that only the previous dsy the Duke recognized him and wanted your address and mine. 'Tvns to prevent him gsining the information that I is: the burgh: escape, sud gsvc him a large sum of money next day to frank him and his wife he Amt-tics." " The duke. block hearted and unecru~ p'llon'i as he is, dare not moles: mo. porn. the civil'z Id woriti~woul¢i h .uurl him do with vinglng deli Luca in her voice. "fl: is tun cunning to attempt invite nut-.32. .‘Ia‘i Pri-lo to keep silent. mc my liberty : tlxriro I artempzed to escape, was cs:ght,fi:gged.chaicedâ€"-slmtst starved; but my goslcrs could not brook my spirit or crush my resolution, and to day I stand here, a free man." “it is cruel to have torsbmio tsmsly," she sighed, bcr proud nsture rebelling at the mere thought of that won-n tuning the power to bjcrs shun. “ Bimly cruel. I sdmit ; but our turn will com lidâ€"004m non land- 2 futons via ,"hsnld,kisshgberforehsed my :0 that she would be . inr: cvm 0. hair of my bread," ebc ssid, , , i proton by r. shrug. nuythinz l to E with deep admiration shining in his eyes hi to me, and have confused. You see I am her noble courage. ’ armed with facts ; you have only the memory “ Msy I speak to her on the matter 2 I of post misdeeds to support you." promise to be prudent, not to let one angry wordâ€" a single reproachâ€"escape me. Par- hsps she will give me some insight in:o her motive, and prepare you to come to some arrangement." “ Yes : I will trust you, Myrtle, with this delicate negotiation. You have shown a self-possessiouâ€"s tactâ€"far beyond your years. Make her no ofisrâ€"do not even hint at such s. thing : merely probe her purpose, if possible. ’ Myrtle nodded, and hastened to fight out this bsttle, woman to woman. The fair fame of her noble father was s‘: stske, and for it she would fight like it tigress robbed of its young. Miss Pride lay on the couch in her room, 3 prey, not to remorse, but fear. She bud eaten the bread and salt of these people, had been treated Icyslly, generous- ly, as a. friendâ€"not a dependent ; yet she thought not of the treachery she had been guilty of. She was selfâ€"all, selfâ€"cud wanted to make Mr. Dene wed her, not from love, but fear. Shc expected is visit from him ; but instead Myrtle came, her face showing no index of the passion that was consuming her. “Peps. thanks you for taking such care of his keys," she said, with a. smile; “he has a lot of valuables in his study. What a blessing the burglar did not find them 1” Miss Becky gave her a. searching glance; but she did not flinch under it. It was woman to womanâ€"cunning opposed to craft. “1 am so pleased I have bow of service to him, dear,” she purrod. “Soma- t-imos one hides sway things they would not let others see for the world." “Pope has no secrets from me that I um aware of,” Myrtle replied, soitlv. “Even if anyone had ventured into his study their scorch would not have availed them much.” “Perhaps not. clear; he knows best," she said, looking Myrtle straight in the eyes. “Of course; I have seen everything-even to the face in the corner ; did you, Miss Pride 2" "Iâ€"â€" Surely you don’t think I would be guilty of such conduct, Miss Done ‘3" "We don’t merely thinkâ€"we are sure you entered the room," remarked Myrtle, pies-- ssutly. “He is not a. bit angry, only amuse ed at your curiosity. You found it a. Blue Board’s chamber. srhsps ?" "I tell you, I di notâ€"~â€"" “Come, dear, there's no occasion to fence with the matter. I found a. book lying at your feet, entitled “My Diary.” I hope you found it amusing reading ‘3" Finding further prevsricotiou useless, Becky Pride said, significantly : “It was théstory of a. life." "Exactly ;but not papa's. He is amusing himself by writing a novel which, for thrill- ing interest. will ushouish the readers of fiction; Would you object to acting as his amanuensis 2" “I have a. perfect right to put my own construction on the matter," she said, shift- ing her eyes unessily under Myrtle’s keen gazt. “But why should you not accept my defini- tion, dear Miss Pride 2” Myrtle asked, half- mcckingly. "Surely, you can have no ulterior motive in view '2" “I decline to discuss the matter further now, Miss Dane," she said, snappisbly. "if Mr. Dane will favour ms with a private interview, I will gratify him with my opinions. I think he will, in his own inter- est.’ " Certainly there can be no great danger in his grunting that, Mess Prideâ€"he is not easily captivated or intimidated. I will tell him of your wish,” said Myrtle, with plsvful irony, as she left the apartment. To herself she almost hissed, “Viper that we have warmed in our bosom, how I detest, scorn you 1 You are too contemp- tiblo for bate even 1 We shall see who wins â€"-you or I l" , The most magnificent house in Paris was that of Charles, Duke of Britteny. It was s palatial and elegant mansion in the Rue de Lille, with a noble gurden, groves of forest trees, and a wide expanse of lawn in its rear. Furnished regardless of expense, it stood out premier among the many luxurious homes of that period. The ducal arms figured above the portion, and the ducal crest was emblazoned on everything, be- speoking pride of ancestry as wall as lavish display. T'ucduke was well known in political as well as fashionable circles, and as Well dis- liked. Efc wuss creaturo of intrigue, of unbridled passion and stubborn pride, pos- sess‘cd, too, of an infiaxlblo, unyielding wil . He was seated in the grand salon, filled with objects of viralâ€"pictures. vases, price- less purcolsin and innumerable treasures from every climeâ€"resding tho rlfoniteur in irreprouchsble drossâ€"en Adonis of fifty summers. ‘ A servant presented a. card on o gold sol- ver, bowing low and obsequloualy, us if sp- procching a deity. “Pierre Verlcu, Notary, Paris," was in- scribed on the card. “Show him in here," was the haughty re- sponse, accompanied by a. dignified wave of u hand on which rare gems glistencd. Enter Pierre Vcrlon in rusty block ; u steeping figure, bristling grey eyebrows surmount:in eyes of piercing blacknessâ€"not by any means 8 person in keeping with the refined surroundings of the apartment, but a. man of parts for all that. “Monsieur, your pleasure I" said the duke, hardly doigcing to lollk up from his paper. "It is importsut enough for you to put dov'n your paper and attend to it, mon- seigncur,” was the calm reply. "You are uncouth," was the disdainful ropls’. . “But a lover of truth ; one who holds your honour and fume in his bands,” was tho bold reply. "My l'MQ'lcya shall show you the door,” ,m .3 ha dared ; was the angry retort. “What matters 2" came cool reply, ocoom- “All Paris shall ring with the pertidy ct tho noble Duke of Brit tans.ll "You tiara th'h- 2" “Yesâ€"your victim, the husband of your mater. hm cscsped from Siberia, and his chill lives and is with him." “ ’Tis false l" biases the duke. "You only believe whst suits you, mon- r. I tell you truths." "Well, what of that lube is still a crim' 8 incl." wu the entering reply. “Not soâ€"s. mart sud you know it. Don't knit your bro ; I care not: ht for memos, A Fer is not i on so lowest. susperEudduke. Bo colaâ€"the you In md mhon “ Did be send you here i” “I wanted no sending. I am his friend. I protected his child, and I, noble duke, mean to stand by him to the and.” “ He wants money," the duke snesrcd. , “Pishl he is almost as rich as you, and will be wealthier when he wriugs from you his wife's fortune. If you are wise you will oonciliotc him, not defy." “ What is it you want 2" he asked, grind- ing his teeth with impotent rare. " A written confession of his innocence." "That he shall never receive from me," he cried, revengsfutlv, “ As you please, I give you an opportun~ ity of bushing this grove scandal up. It may transpire that you not only emplc sd~ false witnesses toswesr away his life, no kidnapped his wife, murdered her perhaps,” said the norary, with imperturbable calmâ€" ness of manner and speech, and keeping his eyes fixed on his face. _ Every drop of blood left the duke's face, which become the colour of marble, and for the moment the notary thought he was dying. (no nu cosrrsusn ) .â€"â€"â€".â€"..â€".â€"..__.___ Carving the Christmas Turkey- If the family be smoll and the turkey is to’ ' be served for 0. second dissoncsrve only from the side nearest you. l‘hcn the turkey will be lif: with one-holf entire, and if pluccd in at clcun platter with the out side nearest the carver and garnished with parsley, will pre- sent nearly cs fine on appear-once to all but ' the curve: us when first served. The second or third serving of a turkey depends very much upon the cars taken in putting it away. Do not, as is so often- done, leave it on ’hc plotter just us it came from the “cable, but putfitho crumbs of stufl- ing back into the body, put the slices of out meet together sud cover; them with the skin to protect them from the air so they will not becomo hard. Should there be nothing left, apparently, but the bones, d9 not let them become dry by being exposed to the air, but scrape off every particle of the meet snd.stufiing at once. Cover the meat until you are ready to use it, and put the bones on to boil for soup or gravy. Olfen from a seemingly bsro carcass enough may be obtained to make a savory dish of scalloped most sufficient for another meal. An essential aid to easy carving, and one often overlooked, is that the plotter be large enough to hold the portions of meat as they are curved, as well as the whole fowl. The parsistsncy with which some housekeepers cling to a. small dish for feet the fowl will look lost ens. larger one, often makes suc- cessful carving impossible, and inward dis‘ gust sbundsut' The platter should be placed; near the curvor that he may eusily reach any part of tho fowl without turning the fowl around. The carver may stand or sit as suits his convenience. A very important matter is the quality and condition of the knife. It should be made from the best steel, and have a narrow, than, pointed blade, and c.‘ handle easy to grasp,- and be of a size adapted to the article to be curved and to the person using it. Be as per- tlculsr to keep it slurp as to have it bright and clean, and nevzr allow it to be used to cut bread or for any other than its legitimate purpose. There should be u crook or guard on the end of the handle to enublc the carver to grasp it more securely and use all the strength accessory. The bundle should be long enough to reach from the tip of the fore finger to an inch beyond the back side of the hand, so that the eduo of the hand, about an inch above the wrist, rests against the handle of the knife. In dividing a diffi- cult joint the manipulations should be made, not by turning the hand, but by turning the knife with the fingers. In this way the position of the point of the blade can be more easily changed as the joint may require. The fork should have two slender, curvin tines about three-sights of an inch sport on two and one-half inches long,’ and should have a. guard. â€"â€"â€"â€"-.â€"---â€"-â€" Woman and the Franchise. New York Star : Miss Kate Field has written an article upon women as politicians, in which she denounces them no unpru cticsl and unfit for the management of clicks. “ [lystericnl ucntimontuliste,” she calls them, who thus for in our history have exerted a. bsleful it licence upon politics. This attack, coming in the same week that the produc- stcs in the normal school protected against the appointment of two women as school com- missioners, is, to my the least, startling. These facts do not show much, perhaps, ex. cept that the women sufi'rogists who clamor so loudly for cqusl rights with mankind only represent themseltel. Wcmunklud is pretty well satisfied with her sphere us it is now arranged, and all she asks for is that more uvenuos of industry shall be (Ipt'ned for such of her sisters as are in need. The right to vote, to attend caucuses and to hold allies are the lost boon that the intelligent woman wants. Woman will settle the question her- self in the quiet but cfl'ectivc way that the sex settles everything, and will end by gel:- ting just what she wants. _â€"-â€"-â€"â€"°â€"â€"â€"â€"â€" A Finished Artist- Wilsâ€"Jobn, you’re drunk sgninl Hubbyâ€"No, m’ dear, only reheorshin’g l’m goin’ on amateur shtagc ssh drunken mun, z‘ast’s all. Wifeâ€"Well, John, you don’t want to waste your talents on an amateur stage any longer. You want to seek a professional en- gagement at once. The Welsh of the Wicked- Coal Dcslerâ€"l have investigcted your complaint and find you got your full ton of cor-.l. That‘s the way it Customerâ€"Are you really sure that there are no two weighs about it. W 'Ilzo Race is Sometime: to the Strong- “Tlm: rival of yours rooms to be in a fair way to en: you out. He’s :5 pretty athletic fellow. Are you not afraid of him! ' “If 03 no; but her (other is, so he has 3 tier snow than 1 have." â€"â€"â€"â€".â€"__°â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€" New in the Business. Old Indyâ€""D; you keep bslsorn of fir, young man 2" New Drug Clerkâ€"“No, ms’sxn, the for store is two doors.dcwu the street. Parifies the breath. and teeth Adsms’ Tutti Fruttl Guru. sll drought: and oocfectfoners. preserves the Sold by 5 cents.