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mm- ILLINOIS. 515*0 STOBT. ^^Mptv*r the night «•» 'VSKpraarwas lata, * Iroadllfs « L%;"; ifc «te:: >Jslarail j I fiercely hate, ... Ma*. a run up I ke lOwi-train or a freight. {iwuf old engine shot ahMM, Ms (he loa<i (he drew; M quite of cloud and nifht, ,J»ook neraelr and flew; A«4,*plt*» of grades, and curves, and outs, I drove the darling through. • ^ |v ^ , I thought I knew the tricks and wa^i ^ J O t e v e r y o n e - h o r s e r o a d . 1 ; Wat crossed the track, and small <> lb pny such 1 showed; |tat wh stled for the cro-« n?i wl Onr speed wastcarcely slowed. Just as we flew around a curvet And darted through a out. I MW a sight that mode me start As If I felt ft shot; ___ A frelplit-train lay t etore us, ran A wagon in a rut. % loon the traok its length wssi And not a wheel was stirred. While down the grade my big machine Went firing like a bird. I nulled the rope and worked the vaiTSfc But could not ppeaka word. ! v Id'dmy best, bu • toward the freight,- f &*&•**. We s eeded like a fia*h • f" - With not a bore but that we might lf% ,V Go through it with a dash, ^ s And I oofUM only stand and ntare, ^ And waft the coming cruelk. 7 "•* A level head, a lightning bratt, O, who can tell their worth! Above all values wealth can ft. _. } Or rank, or place, or birth;;.-"* Anl such ahead at such a tic : Outwe ghs the solid Earth. alt wrsn't mine-- some other man's-- »».te A braketnan on the freight, ,'± * > who saw u^aim ng at hie train And coming for it straight; , «And, when he got his work in, you " May bet he didn't wait. -.r">'5 'iL-*8 Quick as thought that fellQj^jupipi&. fT '** And pulleda coupling-pin. £' <• 'And thiw he cut the irain in WW v , ; " - Just where th? rails begin. c, And signaled to histngiacer s t To go ahead like sin. j j-»t The engine puffs and pants; the train £ Star.8-lowly like a snail. . j, , T\ , ^And through a little space I see * f \ Our ine of shining rail; | But, when we SIKMI across the space, F 8|- •*, •> My very b.*s»rd turce 1 pale. *' 'V 1 51he buffer of the rearmost oar t <r> , We tore away with ease; !*" ' But that was nothing. Down I & •"* And praved upon my kne a g" That I might never know ««ral* 8o very tight a eque?ze. »- .y^ *' A little matter? Had you Stood "^4 Where I was standing then, ' j ' You nrght have fa d that it would test - The powers of tougue or p»n %%.-To well describ? that brakemaa's di ; OneoF n million m n. --Drafce'* Tlxuieler's Maoazine. 4 / % LONDON MYSTERY^ lagif ^ AT THE ZOO. , I «ws «4relliog into th« Zoological gardens in a lazy mood Friday after- :.J "Moon to listen to a lecture on "Snakes." ti; "Congratulate ine, old chap!" ex- f . • claimed an impulsive voice at the gates, . and I turned to find Reggy Gardner at »y elbow. "Can't stay now--just off |b the lawyer's," he said as he hailed a Mssinir hansom. "What is it all about. Reggy?" 1 "I am going to be marr.ed. She's | Ihe loveliest woman in the world! • Come and lunch with me at the club to- morrow, and then go home to my moth­ er**--you'll see her there." As his hansom drove off Hooked ,§£< after my bright, cherry, lucky friend, f Jost entering life with a newly-inher­ited fortune. Beggy Gardner was a typical young Englishman, broad- f shouldered, sturdy, fair-haired, gray- 'f. jyed, and beaming with health. 8nakes, as I suppose rou know, de- to accept food which they have ftot killed themselves. The serpent J. mind seems to obtain unmixed satisfac- r |ion from the terrors of its victims. Neither the anaconda nor the common •1 *oa kitls its ducks and rabbits, doves §nd guinea-pigs at once. ; 1 They are like wicked lawyers who iJteep their clients about them, pretend- " " Jng that they never mean to swallow them, estates and all. Now and then, long before the fatal blow is struck, the victims discover their danger, and jsK.- $hen it is dreadful to watch their terror develop and grow into madness. The * melancholy cries of a couple of fowls /r t-onld be heard in the serpent-house at Ihe Zoo. The crowd of lookers-on , Were breathless watching the fluttering' J*;'1 of 1 dove which one of the serpentB bad just seized and the death agonies <>f a rabbit which the rattlesnake, poked i* tip by the keeper, had kindly bitten. •\ fitiful tragedies were being enacted in **©very cage. On the score of science .people go Fridays to see the reptiles led. Prof. Huxley does not lecture in the snake-house; he would probably •toy eome bitter things to the morbid jtudionces which collect there. I was about to seek the intellectual refuge of the lecture-room, when the face of a Woman arrested my attention. It was a cold, cruel, beautiful coun- fenance, classic in its severity, with 97°®' aQd lips that had no red in them. The nose came down in a t1 Straight line from the low forehead, and was chiseled at the nostrils. The -4 mouth was rather a contradiction to / jthe other part of the face. It was sen- , ' sua', yet without a touch of the gener­ al' ©sity that sometimes modifies the sen- final so much that we only call it sen- %uous. Madame's eyes were not look- j,; «ng at me. They were fixed on the an- " ' »oonda, which had just uncurled itself, ' Jnd was sliding towards a couple of , " fowls that were retreating before it ( Suddenly, from an expression of in- ' jtense expectation, the cold, cruel face Was lighted up with anger. The next pioment a fan was dashed against the ;4 jglass to urge the birds into the jaws of ftr. ' Ihe serpent. Madame was tired of ^ ^ Waiting for the end. A thrill of indig- nation ran through me. "This is no place for ladies," I said aloud to the keeper, that she might hear me; but she continued an unre­ strained and active ally of the serpent, intent upon forcing the tragic destiny of the imprisoned birds. Then, all of a sudden, there was a ; hurried movement of the snakes, a flutter of feathers, and an expiring cry The anaconda had begun to feed. Madame gave a little sigh of satis- faction, and, casting a frigid glance at me, moved away. Then I found she was not alone. Her cavalier was a for •igner, who looked like a faded per­ sonage matriculating for Tussaud. My thoughts, however, were not of him, but of her, and as I strolled home, wondering at the combination of angel » and demon which is sometimes found in female beauty, I called this lady > "Adrastia," as the resemblance to an ; Italian picture of the goddess flashed upon me. A head full of strange beau­ ty, the hair a cluster of writhing ser­ pents, a face of lovely forbiddingness, with the agony of the serpent's tooth in it, and yet about the mouth the calm, cruel, death like expression of a Nemes­ is. The two faces were like and unlike; and the living one took the place of sogia MI wnen thSViotiis at» slew served the death it was her duty provide as did this lady in the London snake-house when the anaeonda swooped d<n& upon its living food. Clytemnestra miglbt have worn a sim­ ilar expression when she murdered Agamemnon; and yet I called the wo- wan of the Zoo Adrastia, and I gave her, in my imagination, a fitting head* dress of snake* and serpents. M. IX MAYFAIB. Pall Mall swarmed with eabs and carriages. It was the hight of the London seasoli. We had lunched cozily at the club. I forgot Adrastia under the influence of the Reform's dry champagne and Beggy's Rush about Mrs. Trentham. For the lady who had won the young fellow's heart and fancy was a widow. I reminded Beggy that a certain character in llctien had ut­ tered a warning concerning widows which had passed into a proverb. He simply said, with the blood rushing in­ to his face, "Dickens is a vulgar snob!" and then, as quickly. "I beg Dickens' pardon, old boy, and yours;" and we drove off to Mayfair. Beggy was hard hit. I did not attempt to chaff him about his passion, so out of keeping with the present tone of society, which never goes into raptures over anything. "We met her at Homburg, and after­ wards at Como," said Beggy's nris%o- cratic yet amiable and pleasant mother; "she was traveling with her nnole, Count de Tourier." "It is a rather short engagement," I replied, "but we live in a rapid age." I hope he will be happy," rejoined his mother, but I thought there was something of doubt in the way she gave expression to her hopes. Our conversaton, necessarily brief, was interrupted by the arrival of Beggy's betrothed--Mrs. Trentham. Tlieie was a movement of curiosity among the people. Mrs. Gardner rose from the tea-table to receive the latest caller with especial honor. Beggy looked at me triumphantly as he said, "Come and be introduced." I advanced as one in a dream. I was under a spell I pulled myself together as well as I could. "This is my oldest snd best friend, Marie," said Beggy; "he hopes, though your newest, to be also your best friend." She looked me straight in the face, and held out her hand. It seemed to me as if her manner was a challenge-- as if she said. "We are deadly enemies, but you must pay homage to me!" What she really did say was, "I hope so, lieggy." Mrs. Trentham was Adrastia! The knot of golden hair which fell in a cluster from her bonnet and rested upon her neck was, to my mind, a tanglement of snakes. The eloquence of the serpent was her own tongue, and she held my friend in her fascinations as completely as the serpent holds the bird that eventually drops from the tree into the expectant jaws. Beggy Gardner was to marry the woman of the snake- house. ni- „ powH is BEKKSHIBK. , * !: YWfS&rs had passed. Tfit l^ney- moon had long since been forgotten, or remembered only to be thought of as too many waned noons recalled with wonder. Yet they were happr as the world goes. They had their iittle tiffs, and Beggy had more than once been jeal­ ous, but not of the Count Tourier, her "uncle," of course. The idea of such an absurdity had never entered the honest soul of Beggy Gardner. Mrs. Trent­ ham brought him no money. Her first husband had squandered it in gaming and speculation. Beggy had plenty, and he felt proud to settle a handsome sum on his wife, and to allow her for pin-money the income of a Duchess. The will which he msde in her lavor was worthy of hi^ most generous im­ pulses. "If we do have a little misunder­ standing now and then," he said to me, while we took a noonday rest in the stubbles at his princely place down in Berkshire, "that's the common lot, and it gives zest to the fun of making up." He wouldn't for the world have ac- knowled that he was unhappy; and she had a peculiar power over him which could charm him into any mood she de­ sired. If her occasional bursts of ill- temper or indiscretion of manner to­ wards other men were thunder-clouds in his domestic life, her smiles were summer, her acted affection was sun­ shine. She knew that I saw through it all. I visited them rarely, and only at all for Beggy's sake. They lived in a curious way, constantly traveling, coming to town only for a month in the seascn, and going to Berkshire for the 1st of September. Beggy's mother kept her own state in town. Two mothers-in-law, she would say, could not be expected to get on well together, and Beggy's wife preferred to have her own mother with her; and so between the dear old lady of Mayfair and her son there had grown up an es­ trangement which Mrs. Gardner junior promoted with insidious persistence. Count Tourier had latterly been a rare visitor at Beggy's owing to misunder­ standings with the head of the house; but he often wrote to his "dear niece," and made a journey now and then to see her. No, I don't know where the Count lives or how," said Beggy one evening at the end of our week's shooting when we were smoking after dinner. "He is, as you say, rather a mystery. Marie's mother is Italian, you know, on her fa­ ther's side, and the Connt belongs to that branch of her family. At Milan he is an authority, I believe, in chemi­ cal science." '• A •' s "You don't like him, I' fear." "Like him V I hate him ife Mrs. Gardner entered the room on the word. ^^My dear^ I thought yon had gpne to She had been listening to our don* •ersation. "I have come to smoke a cigaret with you, if you don't mind," was the an­ swer. Her suspicions had been confirmed (for our conversation was a long one) that hpr«trabge influence over her hus­ band was in danger of weakening; that his confidence in her was on the wane; that her hideous secret, whatever it was, might be oozing out. "By all means--delighted," said Beggy, and she sat down by his side, a superb-looking woman, if yon did not examine her face critically for indica­ tions of feminine gentleness. During my acquaintance with her neither she nor I had ever alluded to the incident at the Zoo, though she knew it was constantly in my mind. She had great penetrating powers, and she was, like a woman, constantly on the watch. Beggy only saw her great blue eyes, her faultless classical fea- the rfeot fea th9t a face II inmt in some •fliaL One part wfrtfeti she over- ever suspected to his will, made an inquiry mnr* of WIuit tares, nor dfil &e to be truH» bea< measure reneot a ] of that converts ~ heard (not that her of listening) abontwhiohl had since he had only lately told me i was one of his trustees. It is possible she had misinterpreted something he had said about altering it. I think of these «nd other things now whioh, tin dei other etreamstaneesr I might have forgotten. , • rr. 4 "is MotntNuro." £<bad left Berkshire for London and my servant was packing my traps for Norway, Beggy and his wife having, as 1 understood, started for the Mediter­ ranean, when I received a telegram from Beggy's mo'her: "Please come at once; I fear my poor boy is dying." It was from Berkshire; so she was there. I had only been in London three days. I hurried down by the next train. Mrs. Gardner had been sent for only that morning. She thought I was there. The Count lind come, and a local physician was in at­ tendance. A London doctor of great eminence arrived with us. We were both too late, Beggy Gard­ ner was dead. He had been taken ill the day I came away, and had gradually grown worse. The end had been intensely painful. His wife was with him to the last. She had attended him night and day. He had died in her arms. Now she was in­ consolable, they said, and would not see any one. The doctors called the fatal malady which had carried him off inflammation of the heart." They did not dream what grim satire there was in the verdict. At my request the London physician examined the remains of the medicine which had been administered to Beggy, and made other inquiries, but every­ thing, he told me confidentially, tended to confirm the correctness of the certif­ icate of death which the other medical attendants had signed. He diagnosed the case for me, making the story of Beggy's death appear perfectly regu­ lar and natural; and a week afterwards they carried the boy who had accosted me that Friday outside the Zoo to the family vault in the little Berkshire church. A codioil had been made to the will the second day of the poor lad's illness excluding my trusteeship, and appointing the widow sole execu­ trix. "And now good-bye!" said Adrastia, when all was over and we were alone, face to face. "We never liked each other; there is now no further cause to dissemble our hatred." "Mrs. Gardner," I answered, "I thank you for this frankness. Let me follow your example. I charge yon with the murder of the boy we have just buried*!" She stepped a pace backward, but her face neither changed in color nor expression. "The day may eome when I shall re­ iterate that declaration before an earth­ ly judge." She swept across the floor in a long jtrain of rustling crape. She was dressed in deep mourning. Looking defiantly at me as she laid her hand upon the bell-pull, she rang a quick, firm peal. It was answered by a sleek Italian servitor. She pointed toward me as she addressed him. "This gentleman is leaving us; order the carriage round for the railway sta­ tion at once." The door being closed again, she said: "Your malice outruns your dis­ cretion, and your enmity overrides your manners. I despise and defy you!" All the same, she killed that unhap­ py boy, and watched over his last ago­ nies with the same crnel satisfaction that chilled my blood in the serpent- house. I am sure of it. Have I proved it? No: not yet At present Beggy Gardner's death is one of the mysteries of London.--Joseph Halton. > In Three States at Once, The Maryland line is about two miles south of Newark, and the tracks of the Baltimore & Ohio exten­ sion run across the sharp angle of Pennsylvania, which extends down be­ tween Delaware and Maryland, at a point where it is five feet wide. After the first train stopped over the Mary­ land line most of the persons on board alighted and picked their way 250 feet through the mud and water to the point in the woods where the three States meet The spot is indicated first by a long stone just above the surface which marks Mason and Dixon's line. Be­ side it is planted a triangular stone, with the initials of Delaware, Mary­ land, and Pennsylvania cut on the va­ rious sides. On the west side is the following inscription: "Erected by H. G. S. Key. Md.; J. P. Eyre, Pa.; G. B. Biddle, Del., Commissioners, 1849." Some of the visitors mounted the stone in order to say that they sat in three States at one time; others placed their thumbs on the apex of the stone in order to say that they had their thumbs in three States at one time, while others still stood in the narrow strip of Penn­ sylvania and extended one hand into Marryland and the other into Dela­ ware. The stone is about three feet high and the three sides each about fourteen inches wide. It is called a prismatic stone.--Baltimore Sun. From Connecticut to 'Frisco. Carrying building material around the globe is uncommon, but that is what is being done with the stone for the Flood mansion in San Francisco. One of the papers there recently noticed the arrival of "The ship St Paul, 150 days from New York, with 351 packages of cut -brown stone for the Flood mansion." These stones are all cut, dressed, and marked in the quarry at Connecticut, and when landed are placed directly in the struct­ ure as marked bv the architect.-- Chicago Herald. The Use ef Pratt. . * Nobody need give up the use of fruit, for it is usually the best of summer foods. But eat the fresh, uncooked fruit in the morning only, first being sure it is ripe, and cook all the fruits that are to be servedafter the noon hour, and especially all that are i>ought at several days' distance from the place where they grow. -- Philadelphia Ledger. THE real, solemn fact is that nobody, man or woman, statesman or tramp, can strike an icy spot in public and go ca­ vorting around to bring up with a crash on the flagstones without feeling more or less poisoned against the whole world. At such a time any words of consolation you may offer are like cran­ berry sauce offered to a man with lock­ jaw. t where their flight, down on and sombre depioted < FALLOWED m life devotion memory May aosnes too quiet to be vividly have their in­ terest txom rtir contrast with the tan­ gled and lurid lights of battle. The despiiSie oharge was over. We had not reached the enemy's fortifica­ tions, but that fatal crest where we had aeen five lines of battle mount but to be out to earth as by a sword swoop of fire. We had that costly honor which sometimes falls to the "reserve"--togo In when all is havoo and confusion, through storm and slaughter,.toopmr the broken and de- Eleted ranks of oomrades and take the attle from their hands. Thus we had replaoed the gallant few still strug­ gling on the crest, and received that whithering fire, whioh nothing could withstand, by throwing ourselves flat in a slight hollow of the ground, within pistol-shot of the enemy's works, and, mingled with the dead apd dying that strewed the field, we returned the fire till it reddened into night, and at last foil away through darkness and silence. But oat of that silence from the bat­ tle's craeh and roar arose new sounds more appalling stiji; rose or fell, yon knew not which, or whether from the earth or air--a strange ventriloquism, of which you could not locate the sourca--a smothered moan that seemed to come from dittanies beyond reach of the natural sense--a wail so far, and and deep, and wide, as if a thousand discords were flowing together into a key-note, weird, unearthly, terrible to hear and bear, yet startling with its nearne8a->-the writhing concord broken by cries for help, pierced by shrieks of paroxysm--some begging for a drop of water, some calling on God for pity, and some on friendly hands to finish what the enemy had so horribly begun -- some with delirious, dreamy voices murmuring loved names, as if the dearest were bending over them--some gathering their last strength to fire a musket to oall attention to them where they lay, helpless and deserted--and underneath, all the time, that doep bass note from closed lips too hopeless or too heroic to articulate their agony. Who could sleep, or wha would? Our position was isolated and exposed. Officers must be on the alert with their command. But the human took the mastery Of the oflicials; sympathy of soldiership. Command could be de­ volved, but pity not So, with a staff officer, I sallied forth to see what we could do where the helpers seemed so few. Taking some observations in or­ der not to lose the bearing of our own position, we guided our steps by the most piteous of the cries. Our part was but little--to relieve a painful posture ; to give a cooling draught to fevered lips; to compress a severed artery, as we had learned to do, though in a bungling fashion; to apply a rude band­ age, which yet might prolong the life to saving; to take a token or farewoll message for some stricken home. It was but iittle, yet it was an endless task. We had moved toward the right and rear of our own position--the part of the field immediately above the city. The further we went the more the need deepened and the calls multiplied. Numbers, half wakening from the lethargy of death or of despair by sounds of succor, begged us to take them quickly to a sqrgeon, and when we could, not do that, imploring us to do the next most merciful service and give them quick dispatch out of their misery. Bight glad were we when, after mid­ night, the shadowy ambulances came gliding along, and the kindly hospital stewards, with stretchers and soothing appliances, let us feel that we might ro- turn to our proper duty. And now we were aware of other figures wandering, ghost-like, over the field. Some on errands like our own, drawn by compelling appeals; some seeking a lost comrade with uncertain steps amid the unknown, and ever and anon bending down to scan the pale visage closer, or, it may be, by the light of a brief match, whose blue, flickering flames could scarcely give the features a more recognizable or more human look; some man, desperately wounded, yet seeking, with faltering stejL before his fast-ebbing blood shall hffve left him too weak to move, some quiet or sheltered spot out of sound of the ter­ rible appeals he could neither answer nor endure, or out of reach of the rag­ ing battle coming with the morning; one creeping, yet scarcely moving, from one lifeless form to another if, per­ chance, he might find a swallow of water in the canteen stilt Bwung from the dead soldier's side; or another, as with just returning or just remaining consciousness, vainly striving toferise from a mangled heap that be may not be buried with them while yet .alive, or some man, yet sound of body, put pac­ ing feverishly his ground because in such a bivouac his spirit could not sleep. And so we picked our way back amid the stark, upturned faces to our little living line.--Boston Congrega- tionalist Woman's Devotion. My son, I am pained to learn that yon are becoming somewhat cynical in your views concerning the natural ten­ dencies and qualities of woman kind in general. Bemember your mother was a woman. The only thing I can recol­ lect at all derogatory to her blessed memory is that she was too coy with rod and household boot-jack. The natural consequence is, you aro rapidly running to seed, and fast becoming a fit subject sor condemnation by all mem­ bers of your mother's sex. Your mother was a good woman, but she just escaped being a perfect mother when she held her brad aloof from the bump of your self-esteem. It is a wonder to fbe that the Lord don't permit the spirit of departed mothers to come back to this realm just to shake the nonsence out of their off­ spring, or paddle them with the pro­ verbial golden slipper. You sneeringly remark, in a casual manner akin to your class, that woman's devotion is a sham. You also add that the greatest devotion of woman is laid upon the shrine of fashion. Now, my young limb of the sidewalk posture, you mother was a lady of fashion. I cannot say that she wore out your father's patience teasing for a seal skin sacque and a #40 bonnet. I have no recollection of this; still she may have done so. Once, I well remember, you got into a street fracas and had your Grecian nose demolished of its pristine line of beauty. Yon ran to your mother; she applied a $20 lace handkerchief to staunch your life blood, when a 10-eent towl would have sufficed. She didn't stop to question the cause of the fracas. No; but she ruined that elegant bit of lace in the utter abandonment of ma­ ternal instinot and motherly devotion. .... Lrtof Self i«t, nyaottj'Sli'i devotion; a si " going cans*. of woman's effect without behind the retorns tb get vt the While yon are burning the midnight gas, busily engaged with the hemis­ pherical ivories on a green-baize table, there's a light in a sensible girl's parlor not burning for thee. One of these days you will open your eyes to the fact that the lusty-limbed mechanic got the dead wood on yon, also got the girlyOu though you had. sure pop. After he'? gone and married her.yovUlug around a big lump of misanthropy and swear that woman's devotion is all a myth. Boy, you've got to come dowu from your perch. There are too many of the prime articles, homo sum, floating around this part of the globe, for wo­ men to yeara after such game as you are. You must drop this vivid ignis fatnus of your foolish brain and buckle down to biz, else you'll get left when the cake of domestic bliss is passed. A woman's heart just gushes foun­ tains of pure devotion. If you don't re­ ceive some of the pellucid drops it's because you are proving by you daily oomings and goings that you are only worthy of an existence which is envi­ roned by the cold walls and chilly sheots of a poor old^Jiachelor's pre­ scription.--8. Kelter, in Cambridge Tribute. A Senatorial Stamp-Collector. Charles Sumner was one of Ameri­ ca's greatest statesmen, and I found him to be one of the kindest men in the world. He was an ideal American gentleman, was always polite to every one, and I never heard him utter a cross or hasty word. He had an extensive correspondence and received letters from all parts of the globe. At one time, while I was a page, I had a mania for gathering stamps, and as those on many of his letters were very rare, I asked the Senator if he would kindly put the envelopes in his desk, so that I could got them, instead of tearing and throwing them upon the floor. He said he would save them for me with pleasure, and, sure enough, the next day he came to the Senate with a large collar-box in his hand. He ^ put this in the drawer of his desk, and | . whenever he opened an envelope with | is always desirable, but a foreign stamp attached, he would tear mind more so. A mind clear of the .. 1.,, castor-oil to into a pao, aiid piee fire; break an efltf Wo it, and stir tip; when it is done, Mevor with a little salt, sugar or currant jelly. In ttiis way the very unpleasant taste is hardly percep­ tible. --American Queen. ' A Word to Mothers. Is there a more responsible posit'on on earth than the one of motherhood f In all earnestness we would ask this question of every mother and would have her take it into serious considera­ tion, whether she is fulfilling her du­ ties as queen of the household and the layer of the foundation stone of the great tomple of humanity. , Is she making herself -strong and healthy in body and mind, so that she may give her children their rightful inheritance of sound minds in healthy bodies? Is she studying hygiene so that she may rear her children in ac­ cordance with the laws of health ? Is she studying a good moral code so that she may implant germs of truth, honesty, and virtue in the tender mind that is to grow as she bends it and be formed after the model of her own self, which is ever before it as a guide and standard of perfection ? Does she com­ prehend the fact that any dereliction from the straight line of truth and honor will be copied by the little min­ iature edition of herself? If she deceives or swerves from square truthfulness, the child with its quick perception and earnest imitativeness will surely become untrue in its nature. If the mother is low, coarse and vulgar, the child will not become refined, good and gentle. If she uses incorrect, un- grammatical language, her child will not talk correctly; years of culture in shools will fail to eradicate early home training, because it is there the founda­ tion is laid of all the future structure. Let our mothers be wise, good, and learned; they above all others need to study and learn all they can, for they are the first teachers and natural guide of the young. Perhaps many a weary, over-worked woman may say she has no time to read, to study or to learn. But she must take the time, let her work less in variety, sew less and do less of other unimportant work; a neat, clean house a neat, clean off the stamp and deposit it in the box. Several weeks afterward he called me to him and handed me the box, filled with the choicest and most curious col- lecticjp, saying: "Now, if you will empty the box, I will fill it again for you." And he was true to his word. I have met hundreds of eminent men in my life; none, however, more promin­ ent or with more cares to bnrden or distract their thoughts than this grand Senator from Massachusetts; yet I think few of them would, under similar circumstances, have gone to so much trouble merely to humor the whim of a boy.--Edmund Alton, in St. Nicholas. Piliug It. On to Lord Bacon. The argument of the Winona and St Peter land case has given the town a good joke. Judge Wilson says at one point in his brief: "Lord Bacon has wisely and truly written, 'the letter killeth, but the spirit maketh alive."' Gen. Cole opened his brief as follows: "The claimant's counsel in this case is either grossly ignorant of the law, or has broken his oath as an attorney, for he does not know that Lord Bacon did not write the Second Epistle to the Corinthians, or he is trying to mislead the Interior Department by falsehood and deceit by quoting the Apostle Paul as good authority in land 'cases When the great Apostle wrote to the people of Corinth, 'The letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life,' he had no refference to timber-culture cases, and, in fact, the act entitled, 'An act to en­ courage the growth of timber in West­ ern prairies,7 had not become a law in A. D. 60, nor did it become a law until 1800 years later, so it is clearly to be seen that the language quoted is not in point. Thero is one thing in this argu­ ment, also, that is to be regretted,: and that is the charge of plagiarism against the great Lord Chancellor of England. Bacon has been charged with being the author of the plays eommonly credited to Shakspeare, and, also, with corrup­ tion in office, but this new thrust of lit­ erary piracy is extremely unjust, com­ ing at this late date from a member of the Minnesota bar,"-- Washington Cor­ respondent Chicago Inter Ocean, Papermaklng in China. Eighteen hundred years ago the .Chi­ nese made paper from fibrous matter reduced to pulp. Now each province makes its own peculiar variety. The young bamboo is whitened, reduced to pulp in a mortar, and sized with alum. From this pulp sheets of paper are made in a mold by hand. The cele­ brated Chinese rice paper, that so re­ sembles woolen and silk fabrics, and on which are painted quaint birds and flowers, is manufactured from com­ pressed pith, which is first cut spirally by a keen knife into thin slices/( six inches wide and twice as long. Funer--. al papers, or imitations of earthly things which 'they desire to bestow on departed friends, are burned over tlieir graves. They use paper window frames, paper sliding-doors, and paper visiting cards a yard long. It is relat­ ed that when a distinguished represent­ ative of the British government visited Pekin, several servants brought him a huge roll, which, when spread out on the floor, proved to be the visiting eard of the emperor.--Philadelphia Press. A Cornetist's Kiss. At the conclusion of her cornet solo I greeted her. Of course we kissed each other impulsively. Good gracious! That was my mental exclamation. I felt as thongh I had been hit with a pair of brass knuckles or smacked by a cast iron image. I instinctively press my handkerchief to my benumbed mouth and looked for the weapon with which I had been assaulted. It was the girl's kiss, however, that I had felt. Good playing on the cornet de­ pends upon the amount of inflexibility which Can be imparted, to the upper lip. Her's had become fairly adaman­ tine. It didn't matter much, for kisses between females are not supposed to be delightful anyhow; but what I say to a man is this: The hinge of a door is quite as kissable, from a sentimental point of regard, as the mouth of a cor- netist--Cincinnati Inquirer. THERE are 80,000 widows in India from three to five years of age who will never again be married. In that coun try as soon as a child is born a match is made by the parents. If the hoy die the girl becomes a widow, and must wear mourning for her intended as long as she lives. weeds of ignorance, fretfulness, ill hu­ mor, and all that is causative of uohap- piness is a treasure well worth the working for. A mother must not allow herself to become a mere household machine and drudge; she must be thoughtful, prov­ ident and painstaking in doing the ab- solut^ necessaries of her home work, l)6t always devote some hour of the twenty-four to improve her mind; she must be always growing; she must keep up with the times; she must read ^thoroughly at least one good newspa­ per a week. , A mother who does not keep up to her children in growth and improve­ ment, and if possible a little ahead of them, never wins their full respect or becomes what she should be, a perfect example. Above all do not overwork--do not become dragged out and lose all heart for recreative pleasures and amuse­ ments. Make life one long panorama of work, of play, of stutiy, of culture, of tastefulness and of moral goodness and happiness. Whoso does this will find herself a good mother and well fitted to sit as qneen of the household, and enthroned in the hearts of ali h&r gladsome and joyous subjects. * Thou pleasant as the inorniny light, In pease shall pass her days, 1 And hearts--approvingeon*otolU Jofi'* • Illuminate her ways.' --Exchange. __ ' Real Poetry. For real poetry and pathos watch that young wife and her mother at the baby linen counter, says the Albany Express. The wife of a year, probably; the girl­ ish face looks a little sad, and mother­ hood is faintly shadowed there. She is purchasing garments for one who is as dear to her as her life. ABeach tiny article of the tiny trosseau is shown her a flood of feeling wells up and leaves a rosy stain upon her cheeks. That Bnowy mass of mus­ lin and lace called a robe has a terrible fascination for her. Enveloped in that robe she sees a tiny form, the little nestling head, the wee restless hands, she almost feels the clinging fingers. Isn't it beautiful ?" she sighs and turns to her mother, who looks on not unsym- pathizingly, but with an eye to the practical and a present appreciation of the exact amonnt her son-in-law can afford to spend. "I must have this lovely robe, mamma." "We will see, dear," says mamma. "I am afraid it is too expensive. Oh, dear, yes; $18. We will look at some others." But the daughter is not satisfied. They begin to count up the cost of all that they need. The items grow apace. The amount is still too much. It is no use, stiiej/ cannot spare $18 for one dress. Again she goes over the whole cata­ logue. She leaves out some things al­ together, and says: "I can make all the plain things, you know, mamma." Then they count up again. No, it is no use; it can not be done, and the disap­ pointed one has to leave the counter without the wished-for robe. If her husband could only see her, but he can not Besides he has. given her all the money he thinks she needs; in fact he believes she can not possibly spend all the money he gave her on such little bits of things. When his wife shows him her purchase she will doubtless do it almost tremblingly. She knows he expects to see a great deal more for the money. He will certainly think she has been extravagant. She can not ask him for more money. It would not be just He works so hard for all he has. And so the matter rests. Not a word about a costly robe. Uid he but know what passed at the counter, the chances are that he would find some way of gratifying the tender, lov­ ing ambition which thinks nothing too good for the little somebody slie not seen. Quinine from Coal. A chemist of Munich has invented" a Erocess whereby a white powtler,which as all the properties of quinine, may be produced from coal. It always hap­ pens this way. Just about the time a product of nature becomes so essential that apprehension is excited lest the natural supply may fail, or its price be­ comes so high that the poor man can­ not buy it, somebody comes to the res­ cue "with a sufficient recourse.--The Current. OFTEN from our weaknesses our strongest principles of conduct are born; and, from the acorn which ^ breeze has wafted, springs the oak which defies the storm. EVERY man may have a prioe, but every man cannot pay it. . • • ' An % • J'-". • „ _ » 1 THE pulsation of a cat's heart is said to be Irom 110 to 129 per minute. » ..A t i| % Wwwilai,.,. When she hii Courier. A WOMAN in some States and be sued, but ahe can eemt be oourted.--JVeic YotkMm*. Wain clothespins are only a oent a doeen there is no excuse for snoring la ehnrch.--New York JoumaL WHAT is the difference between a cunning Israelite and a certain amali musical instrument held between the teeth? One is a sharp Jew and the other is a jews-harp. A TENNESSEE editor keeps two largs enakes in a glass ease in his editorial rMm. This is an improvement ott the old custom of having them in the boots. --Carl PretzeTs Weekly. "A PENNY for your thoughts, Mr. was "linking of nothing; Miss Carrie." "Well, that's just like all yon men." And then he wondered what She meant--Boston Post, IN New York when a youth steals a 25 cent pen-knife, he is sent to State's prison for twelve years. When a men steals a million from a bank-they let him go to Canada.--Texas Miffing*. A CLOSE observer has come to the conclusion that if there is anything under the sky at sight of which the gods weep it is to see a woman to do np a jfackage.--New Journal. MISB PERT said, in speaking of the new par.-on, that she didn't know whether he was orthodox . or not, but she rather suspected that there was something of a hairy-tickle nature about his mustache. AT THE RTNK. Onlly the rash young Puta on the skates , Saying: "ltdinkloan Astonish the States." Then"he strikes w Idly out**- m'< Faster and faster: And wlih a bump and shout, Yelis for court-plaster. -»'• , --Xorrisfown Herald. •• BOBBY begged his mamrai fe him a drum. "I am afraid, Bobby," she replied, "that if I were to buy a drum grandpa might not like it very well." "Sfhat wouldn't make any dif­ ference, mamma," Bobby argued, "cos, you see, the drum ain't for gradpa; it's for me." This conversation occurred a good many years ago, and Bobby, who is now a man, is practicing law success­ fully in Philadelphia.--Ex. FORBIDDEN FRUIT. Bhe is sweet, Bho isprotty, t ; She is twenty years of age,' f ho has style, she hns men ?y. She is witty and she's saire.^ "When she smiles she is charming, 'ta When in laughter, sans ooui^aro, When in siglis she is touching, . * When in tears, dewy lair. , , , ^ . I love her, and I'd te 1 her ti* I would be her slave for UfiL .. • But alas! that's forbid; en-- , She's another fellow s wife!*'*"• --Judge. "BEMUS ! whar did yer git dat pig ?*. "I hain't got 'im yit, boss. He's on de way dar, but yo' can't count pigs twell yo' gits 'em in de pen." "Well den, whar did yo' raise 'im ?" "I didn't raise 'im yit, sah! He's 'bout fo'ty poun' mor'n my lift" "Bemus, you'm mighty 'ticklar 'bout de parts o' speech. Whar did you' git de lien on 'im, den?' " Pears ter me dere hain't no lean on 'im. Hit's all fat."--Yonkers Gcuetto. HE CAMK TO ASK. He came to ask for sometinn t'i A1 rifle! He could no: expr< 83 Himself exactly, so * * * he stayed Some time. You wondered what delayed? You s *e * * * I know it's childishness To 6taud here blushing at my drwtS But--but it was a foolishness • That I've been trying to evaded He came to ask! , Twa^ very simp e; c ui'c you guetCf :'\V It had a "y" and "e" and "s." : He's so resolved; I can't d'ssuade <£% i Hlin any longer, I'm airaid • ,t $ .Jj I'm here, uiamma dear, to oonfoas . ""will Ho came to ask. tv?' ' ~ft 3 -rFaet and Fiction. THE COW-BOY'B PATBOJW S 1 A cow-boy rode through the drving rain •- . ^ 'lo hold his herd on a Western p ant, , 'i he ra n came clown in ablinding sheet, -,!f ' •'£ Which the frozen earth soon turned to 8last, - • J The shivering herd move with the rain, < Loud cracking iash cannot rostra.n. ' A V 1 Toward the swollen 6trjam ihey madly priMt.••>>.• ,j| But the r.der rode with ski 1, ad ireas. « s The deadly stream, with its floating iee^ ' ' • Will Fwaliow the herd, unless dev.ee ^ 1 Can mass thein round in solid wheel, ** g | Like yarn wound round the spinner s reel* ' H On dash the herd, but the cow-boy knows ,.5 Just where to ride and hurl h a biows-- S "I They veer, they turn, the leaders And * *' The on-pouring herd around them wind. | The angry flood a d t he ice-floe meet, * J Teal The high, steep banks or crystal sltet, ( • : But cow-boy skill has saved ihe herd, Till thQ morrow's dawn--not a hoot IMP: stirred. , All night he sat in his saddle feat-- His coat of mail--the glittering sleet But tho> ice-clad herd, be held them there r*~f Till the morrow's sun shone bright and taijr,. --Chicago Sun. ,* '• Brains and Kicotinc. Mr. Gladstone "detests" tobacco, Mr. Matthew Arnold "abjures" it, Mr. Bus­ kin hates the man who "pollutes the air of morning with cigar smoke." But •ire we not consoled for the abstinence of these great men by the devotion of others of eminence? Thackary once declared that he did not despair to see a "bishop lolling out of the anthenaaum with a cheroot in his mouth, or at any rate, a pipe stuck in his shovel hat." Even a bishop might sometimes fall be­ fore the seduction of a good cigar, a cozy chair, and a French novel. But if we have not a smoking bishop, we have a smoking poet laureate, familiar with, tobaccos--Latakia, Connecticut leaf, Perique, Lone Jack, Michigan, Killiei- nick, Highlander, "or any of the En­ glish brands." How does he take the gentle weed? At his feet is a box of white clay pipes. Filling one of these, he smokes until it is empty, breaks it in twain, and throws the fragments into another box prepared for their re­ ception. Then he pulls another pipe from its straw or wooden enclosure, fills it, lights it. and destroys it as be­ fore.--Edmond Yates' Reco UeciiontH ; Casus Belli. "^ust listen to this, Martha!" ei- claimed Mr. Jarphly, who was reading his evening paper. *' 'One of the dogs at the London prize show is valued at $50,000!' Good gracious! That's more money than I ever expect to be worth in my life!". "Some dogs are worth more than others, Jeremiah," quietly remarked Mrs. Jarphly, and Mr. Jarphly eyed her for a moment and said she need not sit up for him that evening.-- Pittsburgh Chronicle-Telegraph. \ ̂ ; Boarding-House Marketing. "What shall I order this morning, mum??* "You may order some beans, about a quart, I guess, one quart of ohiokory, one pint of condensed milk, and five pounds of sugar, and--* "Yes, mum, but yon know Mr. Simp­ son complained that his coffee wasn't strong enough only this morning." "That's so. I had almost forgotten about it I guess you can order anoth­ er quart of chickory."--Graphic. A SECRET is like silence, you cannot talk about it and keep it; it is like mon­ ey, when once you know there i& any concealed, it is half discovered. ADVICE that is given arrogantly or sharply can scarcely be expeoted to be received with humility and gratitude. '• • V ^4'