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LIKC _ tmk in twenty--«nd Im WWfcln'lniil'iiiTi slow; MM* tagvwjr restaurant 'twist here and >'.yf* Aug 1-V»nt to state this coffs-e tastes like get- ""£?ttn' home to me! . •fow M ont another cnp, daddy," Mjr* the feller, wsrmlu" np, A-epeakin' 'crost a sancerfal, M ancle tuck his jroar slsn out yoeder," he went OO,Jo Uncle Jake-- ""Come ,1H and git seme coffee like vonr mother «Md to make',-- I thought of my old mother, and the Posey County farm. Aad w all'fete kid wis', N-ltanrln' on her arm. Aa she Mt the po* a-bllin'--broke the eggs an piur^d 'em In*-- And the feller kind o' halted,, with a trlmble In M««hln. m ?v^ v«'i lank tteresianraht rras Jtiad e' Sfwy- •vrij altfita' htea aaotta- pan' cnp of coffee, wftha twinkle In hia Indian^--more'n forty year* And Cncl;J»ke fetched the feller's coffee back, and stocd IsMfcmB, fer a minute, as an nndfVktaker would; Then fce tort o' turned and tiptoed to'ards the fcKbhen door --and n?xt. Here comes his old wife oat with htm, a-rub- • v;i<y • • bin* of her specs-- ' And cubes !or t he stranger, and she b*l- *. lets out "It's Mm! Thaiik tied we've met him c~mln'! Don't yon •p know your mother. Jijn?" ; And the feller, as be eraburd her, says: "You • • *• b«| I hain't fontot*-- BRI, wipin* o bis eyes ways he: "Tour cof­ fee's miehty hot!" --Philadelphia Call >tlM* Mplrlt of t|i» Republican Inetl wVu HaitklMd with Hlx-Sho«t- witfc'* wa*te3 l»»iuble tram-1 Row MR. NICHOLSON MISLAID THE BABY. CHAPTER I. Mrs. Nicholson was standing in a du- , • bioua attitude, with the study-door half her eyes taming from the figan in the arm-chair by the ta- nble to another open door in the passage *bf&ind her, through which she could *'•**.>f -sea a flood of sunshine, and in the snn- "Vis ? , *r *hine a cradle. f, k . |£\ ; % "I don't feel quite easy," ahe said, "I &.* ;^ajn go afraid she should cry and no one « • - • fioar ner. I wish I had not let nnrse r ^ rout; but all^you have to do,1* coming HP'1 -nUifcMftie room" and speaking impresahre- «??• •£'- ^ "all you have to do is to ring l?L< , "the bell violently--violently, remem- 0}? .. • lier>for cook. For heaven's sake, J t leaning on the table and streteh- * }&< v sing oat a pretty hand to attract her s^vj. husband's attention, "look np, or ^ speak, or answer me, or yon will drive §| * , #€ .«mei*ad!" Ip" > ' ^ "What is it all about, Agafclia^" The pr #r . «calm, placid, intelligent face opposite was lifted gently, and the thin finger IfS P$^N*w®8 aliped on to the page to mark a M ^ '.pause. "It is baby, John," said Mrs. Nichol- |uson, in a tattering voice, and with idle, aagry "tears rolhug down her cheeks. "Here have I, lor the last ten minutea, tbeen begging and imploring of von to not to nurse" her. I *?-• ^ ifrotiHIn't trust you, but only to ring the ifahecries." . llf 1 "Does that stop her? It seems aim* ' pie en«ngh. I think even t can do w tbafc^ • ? ;rfy • . "lataa^laigKitnuMaiMiifyou ; like. ,l| veto my own baby I weuld qig. I would bgar it all;but r . . a patient sigh the gentleman at table puaiiui the book amor and lort hia place. ; He looted at her fa* iMwildered way. "What ia it, Agatha? 8 baby! O, Emmyli baby. of course." "And not one-half, one-hundredth ghoiwandth purt, as valuable in jonr eyes," broke in Agatha, with tno^tv, "as ihe smallest, the most owai'tte most undiscovered star! *ou nceu not t«ll me; I know it.* "Of course," frowning gently, "every one knows that a star, however small-- stars are not famous according to their size, my dear, is of infinitely more value than one half of a baby's head. I {"f ' mean,"--hastily--"speaking from the entirely scientific point of view; but as yon were saying--you were saying, were you not"--a little doubtfully-- $ -Mi "something about that unfortunate babe of Emmy's? >*^ Mrs. aicholson had dried her eyes, ^.d Vs* Wnftonting 'him is all cool ^8P'en®or or her pretty summer dress, '"r" * and with all the calm determination of •>M5 ® woman who has made up her mind. hi'"' "Yes, 1 wa3,B she said; "only, once ' for all, John, if you call it a babe I &leiw yonr honse at once, and nev- |,' 1 ®r comb back; and if you call it unfor- !*k. ^unftte I shall take that hateful mann- :'f; with me and burn it at the %r*-, kitchen fire. If it were yours"--with | impassioned irony--"it might indeed be i\." described as unfortunate; but Charles jl3$t $? °f fathers, and he has al- %AC,». wa7s ^een the best of husbands." •Mk "Yes, yes, of course, my dear. I said nothing against Charles. I did not know we were talking about him. We if that is all, yom had better go ont now, while it is fine," turning hia eyes to the dazzling sunlight for an instant and then back to his blotted page. "You can teH me about Charles, you know, when you come in. The best of husbands! I don't know mnch about them, I fear, but I know a little about the best of wives." He rose and laid his hand on the long, slender, soft gray glove that was leaning with determination on his neat manuscript The gray glove closed round his hand gently and clung to him almost as if it were loath to leave the thin worn fingers; but he patted it gent­ ly and laid it aside. Mrs. Nicholson gave a faint sigh, but when she spoke again she spoke with decision and more pleading. • <I£* 1* ^Tarl®*» indeed it is not; it ui tne baby. Nurse has gone out, and I have put her cradle in the morning- room by the window. "John," sudden- gr,^are you listening? What did I say me morning-room, Agatha." J , 'Wei I, with a sigh of relief, "I see jouftre taking it in and forgetting those noriibl® stars, and how you can com­ pare a star to a baby" parenthetically, Ja past mfe. •• «I am aure I never did*he said don't interrupt me, John, or I shall never uet out. What was I say- ' iu, the morning-room, ^ ^Msesoue sound--you «^lili.yAv'-bell-this bell, Jolm-- coblt; do^ron understand ?" tX«. ilro?!®.80' I am to ring the ---for cook." you will," after a pause, •yes filled with tears fined, and no one heard ohn, you will not ueeeife roe? J^TIU wm VanniUuy--asdi--ring ?" f>-*i *!' "T©?/ w«il3," riiu<l mot'mg in a hesitating way to the door. "I am satisfied; 1 Am trying to be satisfied; "No^^lirftjlly, "I will toke a leaf fpott Chimes's book, the best of hus­ bands." , '•Oh"-- the gray glove had closed on tltye handle of the door, but released it again--"the Paynters are coming to- nigh,t, so yon must not go ont star gazing." "All right,*' obediently; "good-bye." "Good-bye." The bright face, that h«$ almost disappeared round the door, came back again, and leaned sfauiat tKe worn velveteen of the astronomer's coat; for a minute the lips were passed to it, then lifted. "Kiss me, John; yon are a dear old fellow after all, and I am a fiend." The sunshine seemed to leave tlid room with the sweet, bright presence and hover over the pretty cradle, among the sounds and scents of the midsummer day. In the library there was only one shaft of light that came through the high windows and fell across the velveteen coat, and the tidy manuscripts, and tiie open books, and left the handsome, clever, refined face in shadow. CHAPTER IL It might have been two hours after*- ward--painful after events created a confusion in Mr. Nicholson's mind, and the two hours might hove been two days --when he became aware of a laugh ID the passuge by the door. His hand had grown tired by writing, but the pen traveled steadily on; his eyes had grown a little tired, and it was a relief to raise them fer a minute to the locked door, behind which he heard the laugh. He rose, with a half smile on his grave face, and paused, struck by a sudden presentment. Something came back to him, as he stood in the dult light of the dull room: was it a dream or a •memory, or was it--the baby? He pushed his paper hurriedly away, and walked over to the door and unlocked it» throwing it wide open. There was nothing in the passage but the yellow sunlight now upon the walls and on the old prints,and Mrs. Nicholson stand­ ing in her pretty gray dress, with her slim hands stretched out and the laugh that had disturbed him still upon her lips. In the room beyond there was more sunlight and the cradle. "John," cried Mrs. Nicholson, laugh­ ing again as if she conld not help it, "what have you done with her? Give her to me. You are earning your title to the best of husbands!" He looked up in quick perplexity. "What is it,' Agatha? What do yon want? I have nothing to give you." "Oh, don't, John!" she cried, impar tiently; "don't tease! I want baby." * "Well"--the same perplexed look creeping over his face, and softening its sternness--"take her," stretching out his hand to the cradle in the sunlight. Agatha's eyes were turned on him for a minute with a look of contempt before which he positively quailed. Then she swept over to the cra jle, and tossed out the little pillow, and the sheets with their lace edges, and the \ pale-blue satin coverlets onto the floor in a soft heap, -and stood looking down upon the empty cradle as i' she would conjure up the pink face and the flaxen head into their accustomed place. Mr. Nicholson had followed her on tip-toe and was stirring the softly shin­ ing heap on the floor with his patent leather shoes, as if he half imagined that she had tossed the baby out them. "Well?" said Agatha, Bharply. s ' "Well?" he echoed feebly. "Do yo mean to say," she said, put­ ting aside her angry vehemence and speaking tearfully, with her gray eyes turned up to his--"Oh, John, do you mean to say that you have loit herV" "I never touched her," he cried has­ tily, "I never--" heard her, he would have added, but again that faint mem­ ory--that dream--stirred him. "Upon my honor, Agatha," ho said abruptly, leaning down into the cradle, and poking at the mattregs with his thin fingers, "upon my honor I can't remem­ ber." \ "You don't remember," said Agatha, with slow scorn. "Why, John, she roared! Cook heard her in the kitchen. She came rushing up, and found the cradle empty and a baby gone. She thought you had taken her into the study; she told me so; but oh, John, it was somebody else, and they have stol­ en her." "My dear," he said, shaking himself together and speaking more lightly, "who would steal her?--a baby roar­ ing, as you say?" He shuddered. "Why, surely no one in his senses would do such a thing!" "Emmy's baby!" cried Agatha, tear­ fully, "and that is how you speak of her! O John, dear John, think again; didn't you hear her? Perhaps you have put her somewhere and she has gone to sleep. Sit down, John, and think-- perhaps you have put her somewhere and forgotten." Mr. Nicholson sat down on the win­ dow-sill and covered his face .with his hands. H© tried to think, but when­ ever he concentrated his mind on the baby he was dimly conscious of that fading fancy that he could not grasp-- that dream of a cry. It bad disturbed him,; he remembered, that a loud, pain­ ful, jarring cry, but it had died away; surely it had died into peace without his interference. "Agatha," he said, lifting np his face, sharpened with the effect of crying, "I do remember some­ thing--somebody crying; it m«st have been the babe." Yes," said Agatha, eagerly, "go on! You heard her, she roared *o. Well, and then? You--" I--I can't remember, Agatha. I may have gone on writing, that eeems the most likely, I think; but Ifnar hav* gone to the door. No," shaking hie head, "I can't get beyond thi cry. I do remember that now 4ifti$otly.?"' "Perhaps," said Agatha.• hopo^fly. through her tears, "you hwe pfft; her somewhere in the library, fwhat Have you been doing or dbB<Uil*after- noon?" ••vfaftr.Y - Mr. Nicholson followed ,^UOably site swept in before him, swilifliiaiC IT the great curtains, so tKat Hhp l{ rnshed in onto his table 'awiiried with plans and manuscript. Eve& tben he spread out his hands, almost uncon­ sciously, to defend his precious papers from her light soornful touch; but she stood in the center of the room, looking into evegy corner with bar quick, soft W* , s y m p f a c e , *3 ilut 3d .»-*$ "TOtfy oiwy, out Tie hoard liar cry, and he may have taken her up and forgotten. Wa are looking for her." "Which you won't never find her, then,* gild cook, in a broken voice. "In my list place but one; where I was general doner in Mrs. 'A11V family, tiura wis a. child disappeared, as it might be this, and it was never found --gypsies or not, it was neter come across again." "Oh*don't cook I" cried Agatha, plain­ tively. "And Emmy coming this even­ ing! Your master thinks he may have put her somewhere and forgotten. He remembers hearing her." "Which he might," said cook, "not being deaf. Which I don't mean no disrespect, sir, but she was roaring awful, and I says to Mary, says I, Mas- ter'il never know 'ow,to quiet that child, so I'il run up and bring her down a bit; and 1 stops to change my apron, and I ups, as it might be here, and the cradle, as. it might be there, and no sound, and the cradle as empty as it is this minute." Cook turned dramatically, and point­ ed one stout arm to the littio cradle in the sunlight. Mrs. Nicholson's tearful eyes followed the hand, and her hus­ band stood uneasily in the center of the group with an auxious^ft own upon his face. ,9 • , "Which," added cook scornfully, "I think a baby--and such a one, bless her!--is of more vully than all this rubbish." She waved her hand over the table, on which lay the neat man­ uscript and the rows of mended pens; and Mr. Nicholson moved instinctively a step backward, as if she had an evil eyo and his writings would shrivel up at her scornful gesture. "Cook," said Mrs. Nicholson, with dignity marred a little by the quiver in her voioe, "you don't understand. Your master is very clever, and his writings are of great value. Of course," with a pleading look upward, "baby is ouf first thought just now. There are no wild beasts here, so she cannot be eaten. But she has gone, and before Emmy comes this evening she must be found." "Of course she must," said her hus­ band, plucking up courage from her exceeding gentleness. "We will begin systematically, and go through every room in the house." So the search began that ended an hour later in the great hall, with thfee perplexed faces meeting each other at the foot of the stairs, in a siience that Mrs. Nicholson broke. "It's no use, John; I cannot bear it any longer. She is lost!" She Hung out her empty hands with, a despairing gesture, but her husband cgught and held them. "Don't give up, Agatha; it will all come right. If I search the world through I will find her." "Or the body," said the cook. * Mrs. Nicholson shuddered. The minute's silence was broken by a sound of merry laughter and the tramp­ ing of feet. For a minute Agatha raised lier head, listened intently and then she drooped it with a sigh. "It's only the rectory boys,. John," she said. "They have been in the hay- field all day, and I asked tnem to tea. I can't speak'ttt t hem; I am to anxious." She would have moved away, but the noise and laughter were in the hall abready, and the boys were stumbling up toward her in the darkness, over rugs and skins. Something white was being shoved from one to the other, and was pushed into Agatha's arms at last, and held there by a pair of rough sunburned hands. "What is it? Oh, Jack, what is it?" she criod, bending down and kissing, to their owner's great Surprise, the boy's rough hands. "I>cn't I say," said Jack, drawing them away with a curious, shame-faced look. "It's only the baby, Mrs. Nich­ olson. She was crying in the cradle, so I just got into the room and bagged her. She's been playing in thrfhay; she nearly got jabbed with a rake, but Jim got it instead. She's a jolly little thing. Did you miss her ?" "Yes, I thought she was lost," said Agatha, gently. "Lost!" with a roar of laughter. "Well, that is good I May we wash our hands for tea? I'm not so dirty, I've been holding her; but' Jim's simply mud all over. Here, have yon got her? it's so dark I can't see." The turbulent tide swept away into the dim dist ance of stairs and passages, leaving a little group in the twilight of the hall; a tall, dark figure, against which a golden head was leaning, and two arms with a white bundle folded in them. "Kiss her, John," came a soft voiea ottt of the darkness. "I know yon wonld rather not, sho's only a baby, not a star; but just as a punishment, because you were so stupid " The tall figure stood and laid a dark mustache against the little bundle. "She's very soft," said another voice; "I don't think I ever knew so much about a baby before." There was, after a moment's silence, movement on the man's part, as though he were drawing himself up to his full height with a view to reassert­ ing his dignity. He cleared his throat. "After all, Agatha," he said, stifiy, "I did not lose the baby." "I never said you did," said Agatha; "I only asked you, and you couldn't re­ member .g "Another time," with an evident ef­ fort, "I suppose I shall be condemned unheard." Another time," scornfully. "Yon may set your mind at rest. Neither I nor Emmy are in the least likely to trust you again, at leaat not with any­ thing valuable." Then, how about the baby," with a laugh. "That," said Agatha, firmly, "includes the baby."--London Society* •< ' ! ^ Wide Streets. M»»V • When George Augustus Sala visited Omaha he was astonished that the town should have devoted so much space to streets. He wrote of the folly and co}t Of such a plan. He wotlld have written the same way about Chicago had he . seen the town in 1850. But now, with streets from sixty-Six to 100 feet wide, there aro certain portions of that city where the thorough fanes seem rather narrow, and unquestionably dark on a dull day. The men of Amer­ ica had "empires^in their brains," The first generation in any A merican city as well situated as is Omaha must bear the burden of wide pavements or re­ linquish the hopes tipon which the town ia aanajly founded.--Tfo fenL , /v.*-".',. they ed, toothless, and e close he offered me added the dry fact a bard row to hoe if up a seven-story reputa- mirth ia his paper, abamplng the bit of wltj anA lpnged to open the ,safety- valve fend submerge the entire press fraternity 'the stupendous quality of my humor. TJte first week I gave tlie editor of the paper onp entire col­ umn of fat, fresh and frisky fun. mirth-oozing items over to my wifo and sbe cried wit-li joy. I gave my mothftr-in-law a whack at the funny bhsiUeiM, and she knocked over the center-table and kicked the coal-scuttle galley west in her contortions of langh- ter. I knew I was cut out for a Bob Burdett?, or a Bill Nye. I got a lovely letter fnll of taffy from the editor after my initial column had been issued. He said that it took two fanners from the cheese market to hold the compositor up to the case while he was setting up my matter. He also added that his wife's sister, who read proof, had gone and given her flame the chilly go by, trusting to the fates that the writer ot the immense brain-matter was single and pining for female condolence. I was puffed up to the seventh story of conceit. I knew I had struck my forte at last. I was cut out, basted and dried for a funny man of the great press. I rushed to my den and began another series of button-bursting, side-splitting mirth. I nibbled the pen-holder; I looked into the ink-bottle; I pulled down the burtain and lighted the lamp; I paced to and fro across the floor, and --finally I got a pun. I dallied with that pun as a school-boy toys with a green apple. I rolled that pun under my tongue like the sweet morsel we read of. I tossed it to And fro in the confines of my mind. It was the best pun ot my life, I thought. I used up my column with that pun. It wa* the windiest pun you ever saw, and long drawn out. The editor sent my offer­ ing back with a printed slip cut from a famous leading funny publication. It was my pun; but got up far better than my funny brain could hope to essay. It was a grounder, and it floored me. I cremated that pun. I sat down again and crury-combed Prgasus. I put in an occasional slip from a funny sheet, and added the usual witty response. When I got through with my work, my manuscript looked like a map of the Franco-China seat of war. The editor sent it back with regrets. He offered me the agricultural department. I took it. I've learned that I know a sight more about cows, plows, potent- reapers, and farm truck than I do about fuu.--II. S. Keller, in Jingo. -- • , ; } 6reat Salt Lake and the Dead Sea. Great Salt Lake is a shallow body of water, its average depth being a littio more than three feet, while in many parts it is much leas. The water is transparent, but excessively salt; it con­ tains about 22 per cent, of common salt, slightly mixed with other salts, and forming one of the purest and most concentrated brines *in ^the world. Its apeeifio gravity is 147. The water is so-buoyant that a m^q may float in it at fnll length upon his back, having his head and neck, his legs to the knees, and both arms to the elbow, entirely out. of water. If he assumes a sitting pos­ ture, with his arms extended, his shoul­ ders will rise above the water. * Swim­ ming, however, is difficult, as the lower limbs tend to rise above the suface, and the brine is so strong that to swallow even a very litter of it will cause strangulation. The waters of the Dead Sea, on the other hand, are nearly black, and contain much sulphur and bitumen, as well as salt. It is also very deep, varying from thirteen feet near the south end- af the lake to more than 1,300 feet in the morthern part. Its buoyancy is quite equal to that of the Great Salt Lake, for travelers say that a man can float prone upon the surface for hours without danger of sinking, and in a sitting position ia held breast-high above the water.-- Inter-Ocean. * A Downy Woodpecker. From an artiole by John Burroughs, in the Century, entitled "Winter Neighbors," we take the following: My bird is a genuine little savage, doubtless, bnt I value him as a neigh­ bor. It is a satisfaction during the cold or stormy winter nights to know he is warm and cosy there in his retreat. When the day is bad and unfit to be abroad in, he is there too. When I wish to know if he is at home, I go and rap upon his tree, and, if he is not too lazy or indifferent, after some delay he shows his head in his round doorway about ten feat above, and looks down inquiringly upon me--sometimes lat­ terly I think half resentfully, as much as to say, *1 would thank you not to disturb me go often.' After sundown, he will not put his head out any more when I call, bat as I step away I can get a glimpse of him inside, looking cold and reserved. He is a late riser, especially if it is a cold or disagreeable morning, in this respect being like the barn fowls; it is sometimes near nine o'clock before I see him leave his tree. On the other hand, he comes home early, being in if the day is unpleasant by 4 p. m. He lives all alone; in this re­ spect I do not commend his example. Where his mate ia I should like to know." The Creole's Cool Kkin. There ig a curious statement of divera writers to the affect that tlie skin of the West Indian Creole feels cooler than |bliat of a European or American from the Northern States. The same is true of the Louisiana creole; the vigorous European orNort ercer who touches a (Creole hand during tlie burning hours of a July or August day has reason to p© surprised at its coolness--such a coolness as tropical fruits retain even under the perpendicular fires of an equatorial sun.--Harper'* Weekly. " The Pug as a Parlor Ornament. - Pug-dogs a^e tho most attractive or­ nament in the fashionable parlor. They are rigged, jap in cumbrous looking harness made of alligator skin or vel­ vet ribbon with a big bow of orange ribbon tied on the collar. Hugs of olive or ruby plush are placed for them to lie" on, with. a satip pillow on one end. ,,, ,^ ^ Tw*i?< nre 10,000 wind mills in Hol­ land. This is pretty good for a small country, bat it doesn't begirt to com­ pare with Ameyiaa flaring • political uampaign. T. lftiti#d>aMtitt tie* on the and traditiona of the SHonx Indians to Iwa-t with in tha and there is no better company for the leis­ ure But- where »nd how Caton casaalo gat tliat tit!a isaa 'bada a i-jw* tovy to las, knowing, I <Ud, that ha' conld have hardly obtained it from tha savage Dacotahs, among whom he haa resided for a number of years. I asked him the other day, meeting him on the train: "Where did you get \ our title from, Judge ?" "Well," he said, with a smile and a txvittlde of the eye, "111 tell you. I have been a 'Judge'for some eighteen years, and although the period of my holding office was of short duration, I expect to hold my title for life. "It was that time when I wag a you:h of 20 that my father Bent me out West in company with an old friend of tho family, a gentleman nearer my father's age than mine; visited Colorado, where things were then in a pretty wild Btate. ' The day we arrived at Fairplay an election was held for the office of Heg- ister of Deeds. Captain Coates and Colonel Jenny were the opposing can­ didate?, and the eleeiion had been car­ ried on with a good deal of feel.'ng on both sides. "The returns gave Coates a majority of 200 votes out of a total poll of over 2,000, in a county whose entire popula­ tion fell far short of the vote in every­ body's opinion. ^ "Colonel Jenny contested the elec­ tion. The office was worth $10,000 a year, and worth fighting for. Each candidate bad his attorneys, whose fees on either side exceeded $1,000. "Every preparation had been made for hearing the contest except the se­ lection of a referee. "A barrel of whisky and a barrel of water were placed at the principal street corner, with a tin cup for every­ body's free use. All carried firearms, save my friend and myself, and to me the scene Was, to say the least, a novel one. "The choice of a referee was the point over which a dispute seemed im­ minent, when Captain Coates espying me in the crowd, exclaimed: ' " 'Yonder's a tenderfoot with an hon­ est face. What do yo^ say to having him for the judge of this here busi­ ness ?' " 'He'll do for me,' responded Colonel Jenny, and 'Judge Caton' I became at and from that hour. "Witnesses wore called on both sides, and taking of testimony began for the contestant. A great strapping 'six-foot and six- shooter' swore that in 'Buckskin Joe' precinct, where over 200 votes were polled, there were not that many souls living, men, women, and children. "Testimony of this sort soon showed that the election had been notoriously unfair on both sides, and that there was no way of ascertaining who Jiad been honestly elected. "it has been agreed that my decision should be final, with the sole right re­ served to the defeated party of forci­ ble resistance when the other should take the office. "My position was a ticklish one. Fortunately, however, I was perfectly free to act as I liked. My court had no precedents to follow. Deciding, al­ ter a day of wrangling by counsel and clients over the evidence presented, that I would try a bold stroke for jus­ tice, I called the court to silence and announced: 'Gentlemen, it appears to this court that no fair and legal elec­ tion lias been held in this county, and I shall rule as follows--that there be a new election, the ballots to be deposit­ ed in my keeping, in the presence of both candidates and their counsel.' "The decision took them all by sur­ prise, proved to be acceptable at once. It was arranged to have the voting done at each precinct separate­ ly, and on a separate day in a few in­ stances where it was necessary, so as to comply with the conditions prescribed. "A large crowd went with Judge, can­ didates, and counsel from poll to poll, and the result finally reached was a ma­ jority of twelve votes for Captain Coates out of a total of 326 votes, in­ stead of the former poll of 2,000.--Chi­ cago loiter'Ocean. The "Young Men" of Other Dajs* I often wonder if the young men of this day enjoy themselves as we old fel­ lows used to when we were their age. I sometimes think they do not, because they pay more attention to their dress than their pleasures. Positively one every-day young man is a repetition of the other. They are as much alike as. Chinamen. It is difficult to tell them apart, unless one fellow has a cast in his eye, a limp, or has a broken nose. To me they look as if the same tailor made their clothes, the same bootmak­ er their boots, and their hair and mus­ taches were trimmed by the same bar­ ber.. Their mannerisms have been ac­ quired at the same school, and their slang studied from the same book. They tire me because I am old, and I detest a young fellow who cannot be original in something--his vices even, if nothing else be left him. The old crowd, the crop of gay boys that flour­ ished twenty years ago, were more in­ dependent. If one fellow appeared with long hair, his friend would have his own cut short If one invented and accquired an odd expression, oath, or otherwise, his right to it was respected. Nobody trespassed upon his preserves, nobody borrowed his property. His method of lighting a cigar, or lifting bis hat, or wearing his necktie was nev­ er copied by a friend. Indeed, the man who could not cut his own swathe, who had not brains enough to devise a peculiarity, was barred, from our circle. --In g lea i<lc. Application to Business. "My dear sir," said a venerable old gentleman to a convict in the peniten­ tiary, "it grieves mo to see you here." "Xt grieves lae to be here," responded the convict with feeling. - "The world is full of opportunities for intelligent young men like you if you could avail yourselves of them. If you had let rum alone, and applied yourself to business, you. wouldn't be here now." "I never drank a drop of liquor in my life. In fact, it was too close applica­ tion to business that brought me here." * Ah, no." said the old man sadly; "that is hardly possible. What was the nature of your business?" "I was a burglar, sir. "--DetroitFosL On a Tare. "Ma," said a youngster, "What Is a tare?" " "A tare is a weed, my son; but why do you ask ?" "Well, I heard pa tell Mr. FHpkins he had a 'bang np tare* While we were at grandpa's laat week."-- The Judge. water-pit# "prooem of iug. mUling, thaUda to get it Into coo&i$icn to receives* the bark. After aeaJring, the hidea are fcuag over a "h©raa>" ihsfagh iiJii saddle of the back to sflNKfiBte tfeein into "sides." Some ianaags then place them in the vats, and covcir them up to take a "warm sweat," or a cold sweat," the pungent'moisture from the hides loosening the hair and scurf. The common method, however, is to place the hides for a few days ia a solution of lime and water, not so strong to lot the skin get "lime- burned." This "liming" not only plumps, or swells, the bide, but if a skin is beginning to decompose or de* cay, tends to preserve it for tanning. After the hair-loosening the bemeared tip-cart again makes its appearance, splashed and spattered inside and out, driven by men whose business it is to spatter and be spattered, ready to take a load to the beam-house.' "Beaming," or unhairing, derives its name from an inclined convex wooden form called a "beam," on which the hide is spread during the operation. A blunted pieoe of iron, known as a "hide-worker," similar to a draw-shave, easily removes the hair' after the hide is taken from the water where it was "dumped" after the liming. Tho beamsters, bending to their task, look as if they had taken in a large week's washing, and but for unsavory odors a beam-room might pass for a laundry. The hides are next "trimmed" with a knife to remove all hard, harsh, and un­ necessary parts on the edge of the skin --are cut off--as they are so much thicker than the rest of the skin that they would seriously interfere in the future process of obtaining an even tannage, and also in an economical use of the skin by the purchaser. The hides next pass into a queer-looking contrivance known as a "pin-wheel," a stout circular wooden box, in which they are churned about in warmish wa­ ter, dropping upon stout wooden pins attached to the circumference. The mission of the lime, to preserve the hide and loosen the hair, is accom­ plished, and this washing in warm wa­ ter is a preparation for "drenching," thesfirst process of unliming. To an observer it might seem that the whole process has been such a series of drenchings that more is un­ necessary. To "drench," however, the hides are placed for six or eight hours in vats filled with dissolved excrement, above which a line of large wooden "English wheels"--like the paddle- wheels of a steamer--in their revolu­ tion turn them oyer and over in tho solution. The drenched hides, when taken from this "bate," are a second time worked over abeam,toremove the lime thoroughly and get them into the best possible condition to receive the bark. The hides to be colored or tanned, looking unuaturally white after their thorough cleansings, are placed in tanks of bark liquor to be "handled" by the revolutions of another England wheel, as in the drenching treatment. Becoming slightly colored, they are placed in large piles for a day or two to get them seasoned to take tho bark. The plank flooring is removed from one of these long systems of vats, where the hides are laid away in strong bark liquor to receive the tannage. As each hide is spread out in the vat it is cov­ ered with some ground bark wet with water as carefully as a good housewife sprinkles with sugar her choicest pra- Hervos. Hides remain in a "first layer" for six or eight days. The same pro­ cess is repeated in a "second layer" in other vats for about two weeks, and in a third, or "splitting layer," for about four weeks, the temperature of the liquor being graduated for the different layers. They are then hung out for a few days to partly dry, so that they can be evenly "split" by means of a mach'ne constructed with iron rollers, which roll or force the hides against a long splitting-knife. This reduces all to an even thickness, the outside of the hide retaining the "graiu," and the part cut off becoming a "split." The machine does not always do its Work perfectly, so the hide is put upon a "flattening" or levelling board to pound out the thicker parts. Having been soaked in water, soaked in lime, soaked in bark, severed in twain, grains and splits to­ gether are again "pin-wheeled," prepar­ atory to a final soaking in strong bark liquor, the parting salute of the tan- yard.--H. H. Neivhall, in Harper's Magazine. The Oldest Dynasty in tho World* The present reigning dynasty oi Japan is the oldest in the world. It dates back 2,546 years, and its records are accurately preserved for that time. During this period the reigning houses of China have several times been changed, and all the nations now called civilized, without exception, have had their beginning. It is sometimes mar­ velous to reflect that any house could preserve its integrity and occupy the thone for such a period of time. This fact of persistency of family holds true of others than the reigning family, though to a less extent The oldest son is necessarily his father's successor, and heir looms are handed down from father to son with the greatest venera­ tion and reverence. Swords, spears, beautiful garments and helmets, bronze, laquer, and carved wooden-ware, are held sacred in a family for ages. One young man, the oldest son of a well-to- do father, told me that he had twenty swords, some of the first workmanship, and, in answer to my invitable Yankee question, he said, "It is worth about 800 yen."--Chicago Times. How Eugenie Xct Napoleon. It was at a ball given by President Napoleon at the Elysee, some nights before the coup d'etat, the Mile. Eu­ genie met her future husband. A ro­ mance is connected with this meeting. Wishing to avoid the crowded ball­ rooms. Louis Napoleon, with the Duke of La Moskowa, went into the Elysee gardens, where ho suddenly came upon a radiant, blush ng girl. Sho was tying up her hair, aloue, opposite a glass inf the conservatory. Her hair had come down during a waltz, and the crowd was too7>reat to admit of her reaching the ladies' dressing room. She had glided to this place, hoping to be un­ observed. This little (-irctimstai>ce of the fall of her back hair led to her sub- sequent elevation to one of the proud­ est positions ever occupied by a woman. QUININE is said to be good for pug dogs that sutler from nervousness. That is a'most a homoenathic trea'- mont, qu nine for canine. An exchnnge sugResisstrychnine as nn unfailing euro for all tho diseases to whiah dog flesh is heir. • - asktibohw! hash. WE suppose airimigtetbT atarsurrr of a oroxs «• he shaved tha upper lip of *L yoathful customer.--Boaton 5v<m- '*si "n* We'reontofcash, - j a s a e a g ' 1 m r a m -- PF&MASE, ... "AH, Bings, where are yon going for the winter V" "O, X «UaU, toft-a run over to Italy and do Moimft Teanvius." 'v "I see--going to a foreign dUmb.* - BOARDING - HOUSE keeper--"Why, f j how deftly you carve the beef, Mr.'ft Smith. You must be an adept" Smith t (with a grunt of exertion)--Tes'm, I am; I'm a good wood-carver by trade." i' AI THE, SINK. .... . ... A conceited, lon^-lettged youn r Kan *' 'a':.? Was skating wit ha maiden named Ann.# < AVh,en up flew the floor , Aud made Mm te^l wire, And split his pants from Beersbeta to Ban. ! 4? -Morraito 'cn tier aid. ?| THIRTEEN young ladies M-.'Hawaxk* New Jersey, have pledged themselves „ not to kiss young men who use tobae- oo. The remaining 1,215 girls will continue to. kiss Anybody they gat a chance to. HEIIE is a deep-seated joke for the -3 hard thinkers: What is the difference between a fashionably-dressed young 1 s man and a tobaccoc,hewer? One weara J- the weed and the other <?jjlews it---Cart 3* Pretzel's Weekly. - ^ A CORBESPOKDJBKT of a fashionable | paper ?ak: "What shall I get for • moths?" We should not gat anything; ' but, if tho correspondent is fond of 3 moths, a very acceptable present wonld be a sealskin jacket. \ "A LITTLE learning Is," etc.--Tommy: "Good dog, Nep! I say, Charley, who was Neptune?" Charley: "Oh! he was a teacher of swimmibg, and lioked fi the French at tho battle of What's-its- \ i name, y'e knpxy 1--Fun. /1| take it Out of ' his hide," re-> marked Jim to Mildred, referring In a j towering passion to some injnstWSpne s! him by * schoolmate.' "Don t take it J out of his hide, Jim," replied the high ^ school girl, "extract it from his epider­ mis." <THAi-Lo!"^aida policeman,"what are you Bitting out here ip the cold for? Why don't you go in the house ? Have you lost the key?" "No," responded tho disconsolate citizen; "I--hie-- haven't lost the, key. I've--bio--lost the key-hole." , , A BHSEWO old lady oautioned her married daughter against worrying her husband too much, and concludcd by saying: "My child, a man is like an egg. . Kept in hot water a little while he may boil soft, but kpep • lum there too long and he hardens." SMALL girl--"Aren't yon awfully glad to be on land sometimes?'* Un­ cle--"Why. what do you mean? I flat­ ter myself I am on land most of the time." Small girl--"You are! Why, papa says that whenever ho sees you, you are about half seas over/' AttortiBB-HM.iw ia a very cood friend, ff Wind ot smooths tbet;o i Wee of life ... -ith kin<ity ndvic^, though some cynic* am- tend y-i That her aim Is to mft man mad wife. Then piy herrespeot and yim'il nsver repent, For some day her check «he may dtaw. And kindly yo« to make^tp the font*- : Be kind to your mother-in-law. --Jiosttm Courier. - • - "I'VE said often that I would take means to prevent young men from com­ ing around mv house," said a father the other day, "and I've done it. My daughter is too young to think of mar- riagd." "What have you done?" asked a neighbor; "bought a dog?" "No, I've bought my daughter a piano." "BKMEMBEU, sir, that you owe some­ thing to your constituents," said one member of a town council to another. "Hugh!" said the other, "if you owe anything to your constituents, all I've got to say is you're lucky. Why, there are not a half-dozen voters in my ward that have not borrowed money from me. A GENTLEMAN presents himself at po­ lice headquarters and asks to have a general alarm sent out for his daugh­ ter, who is believed to have eloped with the coachman. "Describe her, if you please," says the sergeant "Well, she is dark-complected and wears a thingummy kind of dress, cut bias, and as to her age, why, she is two or three years younger than you'd take her to be." . t. • p$->v A Mystery OR the Laoodry. ,\FRY .. Bill Itidgeway, of Dallas, whb'T# something of a dude, has accepted the resignation of the colored lady who has hithert# done his washing. The last time she brought him his garments he put her through a littla civil service examination. "I would like to know," aaid Bill "why you bring me all my clothes, ex cept the shirts, on Thursday, and Bo not bring the shirts until Saturday?" There was an apparent hesitation on the part of the "wash lady" to be com­ municative. At last she explained. "Mister, when you gibs me your shirts dey am too clean to be washed, so I gets my ole man to w'ar 'em about for a day or so till dey am fitting to put in de wash tub."-- Texas • . .. ;. * ' • eTiwe Brings Wondrous i'banges|;^ "I ahould never have known that the painting represented yoa. Why, this picture shows a face free from care and jolly as the day is long, while you are as sober and thoughtful a asan aa I ever met" "Nevertheless, the picture represents me, and at the time it was painted it was a splendid likeness."' "How long ago was it punted?" "Let me see -it was in June, I think --and I was married in December. Yes, it was painted just fix months before I wag married."--W<m York Sun. • A Very Baid Wiri. . - "Mr- Jones, your daughter (pTl lWD more trouble than all the other pupils in school." said a Newman teacher, "and 1 don't know wliqi to de with her!" "I'll tell you ffhat to do," said Jones. "Get you a keen switch and give her a few whacks," tl "That wotft 40."..^» ; ,IU , rV "Why?" , • , ^ "Because she chews wax kll tlie tiiftak - * You had better take her out of school and rent her mouth fbr a aaooage-grind- er."--Newman tndeptndmL .<• A Ttmx attempting to perform hig de­ votions in City Hall Park, New York, attracted a onriuug crowd aid waa promptly clubbed by a park policeman va •M fe.i '4. • * "Mi ; '* J"*: * Stifl s.. ' *vw»c " • . ' : '"i." - I T- . ..." I ® *"4 "* ' £ *1 , '* -i u t ' 'J* • "it . .... ' * - ' ' b ^ &.V. ....