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Iff" ttu&mm mar iiffif k* -I TOn: • " ' ,«gx2Ksw&?****• rt»||bt<lk]n end In night, t tm ranawabwrr DnkrM wfll tteverCbUML &eerertri>e, audy3 | Kf»*«*rtr»e, and yei ls**el*rtofotget w to tememb«. sm ;'OkWl»B the WH at life pro** hw®, ^JwtiainartaiKl btaln (n neM of rs«t < MHiMlwllIUrmy weary head l»r«M opon your faithful breast f Will yon remembar? WMBwrinkles nur my once fair brow, •Ami «tM« rntmik hair fades to whit* ' ftMB Will you ton ma Jast the same i« when my youthful eyes **n bright? Will you remember? ittn ahine clearly o'er as now, v AIM »ky above is fair, serene. - v . / * • B*t in the tempest and the storm . 'Via I opon your strong arm loaaf • Will you remember ? 49l Shall we ever live to know __ That Ume but strengthens love like OUIT a that bright land, the ft tars beyond, Amid its everlasting flowers , * Shall we remember t s'fv,, Hotchkiss. *• again after to-night," he said, m a voioe that was husky with strong emo­ tion. "Never see yoa again. Oh, Mr. Day- mark, I never etui stand that. Wont Florence staggered upward with a moan just as the aooropened. "Florence, I've brought a friend." It was the cheery voice of Madge, fc tali girl of 17( fully realizing at this you ever be my own brother like Jack? j time the promise* of her girlhood in You said you would ouoe." the magnificent proportions of a beau- Team glistened in the eyes that were tiful woman. upturned to his. _ Florence, white as death, looked into "Nover. I shall never see you again a handsome, bearded face. She could he answered with tt'w BORE ANOTHER'S SIN. Itr J. M. MERRILL. • t - i "Jttan Daymark, your services are no longer required here." There was a stern look resting on the face of old Horace Ferguson as he uttered the words. The young man who confronted him was very pale, and there was a strange trembling of the lips as he opened them in reply. . "I expected this, Mr. Ferguson." g;-; "You did ?" interrupting quickly. "I ip- am glad you admit your guilt. You p|:, > know well enough why I do not put you behind prison bars. Another in my place would not hesitate, and the p;ic world, knowing what I do, would call |v, me foolish, perhaps a coward. Do not S; >* tempt me to undo my decision by re- ( maining longer. Of course you will be " wise enough not to hold anv further Intercourse with any member of thefam- iiy you come so near disgracing." §!?> "Certainly not." gfcr, Alan Daymark walked from the §L presence of the humble baron with h'-; • bowed head and shame-suffused cheok. And yet he felt conscious of innocence. "There is one in thiB household at &- : least who will never doubt when I tell •• her that I am innocent," thought the |-"i, young foreman as he walked down M*.' 1 across the velvet lawn to a spot where he could view the grand, balconied jgt ' front of the rich mane dwelling. K'.'. Ah, what memories were roused in ip.S the brain of the young man as he stood |p in a hesitating attitude and regarded 'ft-1, the window of her room. For a long |{l ' time he had been a welcomed visitor in that grand, house, the one attraction ffc-being Florence, eldest daughter of /V"' Sterne Ferguson, the millionaire. The old lumberman had always asserted that ha regarded integrity and good moral character above mere money, and it was for this reason he permitted his foreman to visit in his Own house and become betrothed to his daughter Florence, a proud and rather pretty miss of three and twenty at the time of our story. "My daughter alone knows your shame. It wis necessary that she might be undeceived as I have been," said Ferguson during the short conver­ sation that ended in Alan Davmark's departure in disgrace. If he had expected to meet ^Florence "* be disappointed. '*8 he d thoughtfully toward to th% stree* m in­ fo his heart to lock once the face of Florence, a alight figure* tripped up from the shadows of the trees near and con­ fronted him. A girl of 12, with red- gold, short curls and sparkling brown ayes, yet unripe, but promising much for the future. "Ah. it is you, Madge," said the young man in a humble, shame-faced way, indicating that he felt his disgrace keenly, even ia the presence of this cbild. "Pre brought yoa this,"said the girl, and she placed a sealed note in his hand. Then ahe stood back a little way, leaned against a tree, and watched him while he read: Ma. DAYXABK:--I have learned all. Heaven help us both, and be kind to you. Of course I shall never care to look upon your face again. Brother Jasper has told me alL No one feels flie disgrace more keenly than he. Be .was ever a sensitive boy. He is with me now, and on his ami lean for comfort in this hour. I am strong, however, and will not shed tears over one so unworthy. It was hardly to be expected that one reared-in the low ranlea of life could endure the thought of resDecla­ bility I hope father's magnanimity will bo appreciated and save you from further crime. FLOBBSOE. Altogether it was a cold, heartless letter; one that jUan Daymark knew he did not deserve, and one that he had no thought of receiving from her. He crushed the letter at the end, and illy suppressed a groan. "The letter was from sister, I know," said the little miss who had deliv­ ered it, stepping to the side of the pale voung man and looking up into his face. i He arid nothing, but began to move away slowly. A hand touched Ww on his arm. "Alan, won't you speak to mo?" He could not resist the pleasant, sympathetic voice of little Madge, whom he had scarcely noticed until now. He had brought her toys and sweetmeats often, and they were always good friends. She clang to ibis hand and walked with him to the gate. Night shadows were fast drooping, and it would soon be dark. He looked hard at the house, then down at the curly head of the child. He felt the need of Itttman sympathy then as few are called ®P°n to need, for he had made a won- i derful and terrible sacrifice out of the ? abundance of his love for Florence Ferguson; he had not thought of how that sacrifice would ba received. »; Of a sudden came an indignant feel- < fagto.hia heart; and just then, as he ' stood thero holding the child's hand, he cherished a swift-born feeling of re- , venge that, had it held sway long would have sent him to the presence of his betrothed with the fires of outraged feeling in his eyes, and a Withering and terrible storv on bis life. Perhaps, had no touch of human sympathy come to him then, his whole alter life would have been changed. "I know there were cruel words in the 2&1- i«'** K • • after to-night, solemn emphasis. , "Oh. oh dear, you musn't go, Alan, you musn't," cried the child, clinging to his arm and hugging it tightly. "I know it's something Florence's done, or Jack, or both." "No, sissy, it is my fault." . \ & "Tell me abo it it, please." : I' This child was the only one fehobad Shown the least mark of sympathy. ^Should he banish even this by telling her what the rest already knew ? He hesitated only for a moment. He would not have even a child a sympathy unde­ served. : He told her the whole story, of the theft of several thousand dollsfs.frtftn the safe, and that he was guilty. Madge regarded him curiously; her tears sud­ denly dried. "And did you do it? Did you steal that money from my father to pay gambling debts ? ^ Jack gambles some­ times, 1 heard him say so oncja to Florence. If you did I don't want to see you." "It is for that I am going away," said Daxmark, recoiling from the fierce glitter of the child's dark eyes. "And you did steal the money?" To Mr. Ferguson he had admitted the theft. Those brown eyes, full of honest questioning, could not be de­ nied, and he would not spit upon his manhood a second time to gratify an unworthy object "No; as Heaven hears me I am in' nocent," he cried fervently. "I would have told Florence the same had she given me an opportunity, but it is too late now." "Come with me to papa," cried Madge, pulling strenuously at his ana. "No, no, I have come from him." "And wouldn't he believe you?"' "I did not deny being guilty." . "Not deny it?" "No. I could not. I wished to save another; but you cannot understand. It is late, Madge. Let me go now." He tried to disengage himself from her clutches. She held fast, however, and said: "I won't never forget yon Mr. Daymark, and you will come back some time to see me, won't you?" "Heaven help you, child ! I will1 see you again perhaps." Then he bent quickly, kissed the up­ turned face of the child, then flung the gate wide and passed out into the world, leaving only one being behind who even respected him, and she but a child with some of the world's hyper- criticality in her heart Out into the world dark and cold, with no smile for such as he. At the time he turned his back upon Silverton Alan Daymark was a heartbroken man. He might have done something desper­ ate had he failed in meeting Madge. As it wa3 he went to the public house in Silverton and poured down fiery liquor until his brain was in a whirl and he was ready for anything of a desperate nature. Once that day he placed a pistol to his throbbing temple and would have ended all but for the sudden ring of a sweet, low voice: "I will never forget you, Mr. Daymark." That saved him from a suicide's fate. Fling­ ing aside the weapon he stood up ia the sunlight and registered an oath to be true to himself in the hereafter, let what would come. And so Alon Daymark went out of the old life forever, and turned his face toward the setting sun, where marvels had been wrought in that land of frhfl famed Eldorado. ' » * • • « • "There la no hope the doctor tt(ys, Florence. I am going soon." It *was a weak voice uttered the words, and the weeping girl looked down into a face pallid, shadowed al­ ready with the touch of the death an­ gel. Florence wept rilently. She knew, even before now, that her only brother going out into the shadows, but she had not whispered the truth to Jasper Ferguson. He was all she had to love, and yet he was ill-deserving. More than a year the father had been dead, and during the brief time Jasper Fer­ guson had squandered the last penny of the little left from the wreck that hH slain the elder Ferguson. The walls of the room were hlnnlr and bare, and poverty marked every­ thing. Jasper had found his sis­ ters here but a few days before, at the end of a protracted debauch, and he had lain down on the sisters' bed to die.1 Surely the way of the transgressor ia hard. ^ The young man's sins had found him out He had squandered the sisters' little patrimony, and this was the end. "I--I've been a bad man, Florence," murmured the lips of the failing one. The tall, pale girl only wept in si- lfence. She knew that Jasper was ut­ tering the truth, and she had never rebuked him, as had little Madge, often times. "I am worse, than you think, Flor­ ence," went-on the sick man. "How long has it been since he went away from Silverton, Flor--Florence?" "He?" "I mean brave, old Alan Daymark, of course." The mention of that name sent'a thrill to the heart of Florence. She was 28 now, and sadly faded, 'eeply humbled since the hour, five years ago. when she refused to see her lover or to listen to an explanation from him. "Five years," he uttered hoarsely as she gave him the information. "So long! How he has suffered, and wrong­ fully, too." "What do you mean?" Florence was now bending low oVer her dying brother, her eves glittering with a strange, deep, tonse fire. Then in husky, broken tone? the wretch made confession. It was he who had robbed the safe that day in the long ago, and had been caught in the act by Alan Daymark. Stricken with fear he fell on his knees aud confessed his never forget that oountenance. A wild throb came to her heart; she put out her hands, tried to speak but failed, and then fainted in the arms of Alan Daymark. Two weeks later Florence stood alone with the returned foreman, now a prosperous young business man of one of the growing western cities. "Can it be that you are going to leave us Alan?" Florence was saying, after a short conversation had ensued, in which the past had been mentioned and the revelation of Jasper Ferguson was made known. "It is imperative, Miss Ferguson," said Daymark with considerable cool­ ness. "I have no business here in particular, and came on to fulfill a promise made some years ago." ^ "Indeed." < Mi# Ferguson blushed under the gaze of his honest eyes. She fancied that the old love was not dead, and that the future held something of brightness for her yet They were in the parlor of the Silverton Hotel, and the only occupant?. It might not be lon^ thus, however. "I--I have bitterly repented my felly, Alan, proceeded she in an agi­ tated voice. "I felt very bad over re­ fusing to see you on that day when I thought you disgraced, but you must remember how shooked I was, and--" "Certainly, I lay nothing up against you, Miss Ferguson." "You have forgiven me, Alan?" a hopeful gleam in her eyes. "Yes, long ago. I can forgive bat not forget. I believe now that I ought to be thankful for the moan trick you served me then--" "Oh, Alan!" and Florence looked aa though she were about to faint. She held out her hands. "You will take me back. I so long for your love--" He stopped her with a gesture, and then turned to the door through which passed a slender, but pretty girl, clad in somber robes--mourning for her brother, and yet in her eyes was a sub­ dued happiness that was unmistakable. "Come here, Madge." She came and stood with Alan Day- mark's arm about her supple waist. "I have a few words only to say, Miss Ferguson," went on the ex-foreman in a low, steady voice. "That day in the past, when I walked from the presence of my employer suffering unmerited disgrace, one hand stayed my step, one voice was raised to comfort and to cheer me, and to say with the loving faith of a child, 'I believe yon are an innocent man.' From that hour I cherished that memory. I came East when I felt that it was right for me to come, to keep the promise I had made to Madge. She was 12 then, my child friend; she is Al­ most 18 now--my promised wife." Florence uttered a gasp and sank white and helpless into a chair. Madge went to her quickly, while Mr. Alan Daymark considerately left the0 room. A few days later the young man re­ turned to llis western home. In the after-time Madge shared that home, but Florence never forgave herself or the man she had lost, and still pines in Silverton a disconsolate old maid. Musical Notes of Birds. The ordinary song of the chaffineli fe characterized by a flow of sweet and often unvaried notes, ending more or less rapidly with a marked emphasis on the last; often sounding, says the American writer, like the exolamation, "Sister, right here!" or like the name of Mary ill-starred favorite "Rizzio," which we think it still more resembles. But this strain is not always unvarying, either in repetition or rapidity. In June, 1883, one of these birds being carefully watched and timed from its first burst of song at daybreak, was found to have repeated its shortened and hurried strain more than 300 times in one hour, with intervals of eight or nine seconds only- an indication of a power of larynx and lungs, when one considers the size of the bird and the strength of its notes, which a prima donna might envy. In this instance, however, the notes were less melodious and the emphasis more shrill than usual; and during the daytime he was proportionately more silent, as though exhausted by his morning efforts. ; The same variety of intonation may be observed in all the finch tribe. The bullfinch possesses a flexibility of voice which may be trained to any extent; while the linnets--the greenfinch or Sreen linnet especially, and the gold-nch--all of which are to be found in our Welsh County--are by no means wanting in varied melody. The black­ cap, or mock nightingale, as it is some­ times called, one of the last arrivals of our summer migrants, is, as Mudie sayB, "a mimic of other birds, and will frequently spoil its own exquisite notes by introducing imitations of the sur­ rounding songsters. It has, indeed," he adds, "the mildest and most witching notes of all our warblers. * * • its notes take one by surprise, and the changes, and especially the trills, are finer than those of any other bird." To hear him in perfection, the blackbird should be taken in that first hour of the summer dawn, before the sun has lit up the waking world, and when the hush of all around gives, as it would seem, a calm confidence to his warbled m&tins. The thrush has greater variety and power in its notes, but they are as the passionate outpouring of the earthly lover compared with the rapt and sacred song of the bird with the golden bill, the St. Chrysostom of the woods. As regards the thrush, there is greater variety between bird and bird. In some the cadences are less full, of harsher quality and greater recurrence than in others.--Temple Bar, theft, but pretended repentance; . .. .. „ ., ' plead w ith Daymark not to expose him. i v. 8aii clinging | and to retnembar the shame that would tightly to the band of liev big friend; : come to Florence. Mastered bv his **•*«. id some _ l>aa, wicked things of deep love the foreman promised to keep 1 pilgrims fasten Lrooru twigs together ji laughed with brother Jack. I the young man's secret A few hours ; "with a strip of rag, and until the twigs "sha said you, and felt real mad, and said I'd tell you on them. I don't see how they can talk so mean." "Dont you?" then a groan followed. He pressed her poor, little hand, almost crushing it, but she was too brave to cry out She knew that great, strong man was suffering, however:, and her young mind was eage; to know its pPWte. w ^ *ilr. Daymark, wohTyou tell me all ftfetit?" . ' • "Yes, child; X am going to leave fiUlverton forever. You'll never set! me Italian Love-Cliarms. There are some pretty love-charms in Capri. To win a girl's heart the lover must steal a hair from her head and tie it to one of his own. So long as the knot holds firm liis love is re­ turned. This resembles the charm used on the sacred hill of Monte Ver- gine, near Naples. There betrothed later a large theft was discovered, and Daymark shouldered the crime for the sake of Florence. "I had robbed fa'her systematically," concluded Jasper, "but promised to re­ form if Daymark would keep my secret » ably part their love endures. Bags flutter on every bush along the path to the great sanctuary, and married couples often return there to ^examine their united twigs. Ill-matched pairs prob- -- j - - scorn to renew the pilgrimage. He kept it and went away in disgrace. I Love-sick maids and men mix a drop I--I would like to see that noble man • tlieir I once more, but--" His voice failed him then. Florence uttered a great cry as she saw a gray shadow steal over his face and realized that her wicked brother *waa liftlnblid speech, dying-dead! ^ 7 blood iti a little wine and per anode the object of their affections to drink it. This is an infallible love- philtre. A man m&y also win a girl's heart by pricking her name upon a fir leaf and letting the wind blow it away. --Englvth Illustrated Magazine. ' BEMIHISCEHCES Of PUBLIC MXB. BY BEX: PERLEY POOKZ. Charles Sumner possessed that root of statesmanship, the power of fore­ thought. Stepping boldly in advanoe of the Republican forces, he would plant a banner bearing as an inscription some movement toward emancipation, and then urge others, the. President, Con­ gress, the Cabinet, to come forward and sustain it He was the only direct ing mind in the Senate which deliber­ ately fixed a distinct end of action, se­ lected the means for arriving at that end, and pursued it steadily with a cour­ age which shrank before no opposition and suffered no abatement in defeat "Why, Mr. Sumnor," said Mr. Lincoln one day to the Massachusetts Senator, "I am only six weeks behind you." Mr. Sumner was always in the advance, and his place on the service roll of the Great Rebellion will be "Leader of the Vanguard of Freedom." Mr. Sumner as a Senator was a man, of. more imposing presence than was Mr. Sumner when a student, atid it might be said of him in his latter days, as Dr. Johnson once said of Edmund Burke, "Sir, if you should meet him under a bridge during a shower, and had never seen him before, you would know him to be a great man." He was six feet two inches high, his average weight was 208 pounds, and he meas­ ured forty inches around the chest After hi3 infelicitous marriage, his thought-worn face was serious, even to sadness, and his loug, waving hair be­ came silvered. His manners were gen­ tlemanly and cordial; he was an indus­ trious collector of paintings, engrav­ ings, rare books, autographs and his­ torical curiosities; ho was hospitable and generous, and those who served him loved him. He possessed no ele­ ment of humor or romance, and his modesty was so well known at Washing­ ton that the most famous teller of ribald stories there never uttered one in his presence. Mr. Sumner's share in the diplomatic success of the North during the great Rebellion should not be lost sight of. He endeavored to have the President select for appointment to diplomatic positions men of experience in public affairs and of known integrity, rather than bestow those places as rewards for political services or asylum retreats tor defeated candidates for office. Mr. Lincoln and Mr. Seward both enter­ tained the highest regard for him, and by humoring some of his weaknesses, made him a valuable coadjutor in con­ ducting foreign affairs during the dif­ ficult and delicate period of the Rebel­ lion. Mr. Sumner had always been ac­ cused of "A&glo-mania," but in 1869 he blew such a "jarring blast" concerning the responsibilities of Great Britain for the damages committed on American commerce by Confederate privateers fitted out in the British ports, as to awaken the ire of her gracious majesty's subjects, especially those of them con­ nected with the public press. Indeed, he rarely made a speech of any length in which the well-balanced periods, the terse expressions, and the purity of the language were not marred by violent and audacious phrases. The closing years of Mr. Sumner in the Senate were not happy ones for him. He found himself at war with some of those with whom he had stood shoulder to shoulder in the great battle for equality before the war, while cor­ rupt men were wearing the uniform of the Republican party that they might plunder the military' chest. An Albany reconteur is responsible for the following anecdote of the "Great Expounder": "How do you like that Daniel Webster?" said Caterer John Keeler to one of the guests at his res­ taurant on State street, the other day. The guest waB eating a fish ball deli- ciously browned, with a silvery poached egg on top of it. "Why do you call these 'Daniel Websters?'" was the re­ ply. "Why," said Mr. Keeler, "because Mr. Webster got them up He was the first man who ever prepared them, and I make them from his recipe, and, by the way, I am having a copy made of Webster's clam-chowder recipe, the reg­ ular old New England chowder. I will astonish you with that some day." As the conversation progressed, a gentle­ man with long hair and with a carpet­ bag between his feet, who had been eating a plate of oyster soup, turned around, caught Mr. Keeler by the sleeve, and inquired: "Say, mister, who got up them fish balls and eggs?" "Why, Dauiel Webster," said Mr. Kee­ ler. "Daniel Webster," repeated the stranger, "where did he keep his eatin' house?" The opportunity for a lecture on American history suddenly devel­ oped itself to Mr. Keeler, of which the rural visitor obtained full benefit free of charge. The Winter Sap. By mid-October most of the Rip Van Winkles among our brute creatures have lain down for'their winter nap. The toads and turtles have buried themselves in the earth. The wood- chuck is in his hibernaculum, the skunk in his, the mole in his; and the black bear has hi3 selected, and will go in when the snow comes. He does not like the looks of his big tracks in the snow. They publish his goings and comings too plainly. The coon retires about the same time. The provident woodmice and the chipmunk are laying by a supply of nuts or grain, the former usually in decayed trees, the latter in the ground. I have observed that an unusual disturbance in the woods near where the chipmunk has hits den, will cause hifti to shift his quarters. One October, for many successive days, I saw one carrying into his hole buck­ wheat which he had stolen from a near field. The hole was only a few rods from where we were getting out stone, and as our work progressed and the racket and uproar increased, the chip­ munk became alarmed. He ceased carrying in, and after much hesitating and darting about, and some prolonged absences, he began to carry out; he had determined to move; if the mountain fell, he as least would be away in tima So by mouthfuls, or cheekfuls, the grain was transferred to a new place. He did not make a "bee" to get it done, but carried it all himself, occupying several days, and making a trip every' ten minutes. Insects also go into winter quarter, by or before this time; the bumble-bees hornet, and wasp. But here only roy­ alty escapes; the queen-mother alone foresees the night of winter coming and the morning of spring beyond. The rest of the tribe try gypsying for awhile, but perish in the first frosts. The present October I surprised the queen of the yellow-jackets in the woods looking out a suitable retreat. The royal dame was house-hunting, and on being disturbed by my inquisi­ tive poking among the leaves, she got up and flew away with a slow, deep hum. Her body was unusually dis­ tended, whether with fat or eggs, I am apable to say. In September I topk , down the nest of the Hack hornet, and found several large queens in" it, bnt the workers had all gone. The queens were evidently weathering the first faptfc and storms here, and waiting for ther Indian summer to go forth and seek a permanent winter abode. If the covers could be taken off the fields and woods at this season, how many inter­ esting facts of natural history would be revealed! The crickets, ants, bees, reptiles, animals, and for aught I know, the spiders and flies, asleep or getting ready to sleep in their winter dor­ mitories; the fires of life banked up and burning juat enough to keep the spark over until spring.--John J3t*r- roughtt. Stricken by Imagination. Professor Blank, of E , devoted a whole week to lecturing the students on the subject of heart, diseases. He had a private apartment opening off the class room, to which he was wont to retire after he had finished his discourse in order to take off his gown and enjoy a little meditation by the fire. On the afternoon of the second day a modest knock camo to the door. "Enter," said Professor Blank. One of the students entered, hat in hand, looking somowhat worried and pale. "What can 1 do for you, Mr. M---?" "Nothing, I fear," was the reply. "Nothing on earth can aid me. I have the very symptoms you were to-day de­ scribing in the lecture. Sound me and see, sir." The sounding was soon performed. "You're in perfect health as regards your heart," said the professor. That was the verdict, and Mr. M---- went away happy. But hardly had the kindly old pro­ fessor resumed his seat before another knock resounded on the door. "Come in. Well, what's the matter with you, Mr. C ?" , I'm a dead man," gasped , looking wildly round as if he wanted to clutch something. "I have got heart disease as sure as a gun." "Not quite as bad as that, I hope. Take off your coat* Ausculation and percussion were speedily performed; and then the pro­ fessor laughed in C 's face. "Sound as a bell, man. Go home to your dinner, and don't be a fool," he said. Thd doctor did not sit down again, however. No, he was afraid there would be more of them, so he hurried along through the squaid and got into his car­ riage. But he had two more visits at his re­ sidence on the samo night from fright­ ened students, and every day during the remainder of that week he had a visit or two of the same kind On the following Monday he got on to fevers, and the students completely recovered from their cardiac complaints.--Ex­ change. About Pet Family Jofesa, I • > What is your pet joke? Everybody has a pet story and it is generally the most stupid ono in the world when you hear it People are mostly polite about that. They laugh just to save the teller of a story from humiliation. It is not fair because it simply encourages the man to go and tell somebody else. Of course I have no sense of honor myself. I know that most people who tell one stories go about and kick and say I spoil the point of them when I put them in this column. But somehow they keep telling me them. I have made several deadly enemies. They have told me stories and I haven't printed them. They have been pet family jokes, too, and some of them I have had too much respect for to expose them in their old age to a heartless world. But I never met anybody who had not a pot joke which he would tell with the most pro­ found enjoyment as often as he could get a chance. I remember once at a big mess in the far East a new man came along and when he got hold of a bottle of beer he said sententionsly: "Beer fills many a bottle, and a bottle fills many a bier." They laughed, and he used to got this thing off before every stranger who came to the table. It got tiresome. One evening there was a crowd at din­ ner, and just as he was getting ready to fire it off the gentleman at the head of the table rose up, with a glass of beer in his hand, and said solemnly: "Gentlemen, beer fills many a bot­ tle." The gentleman at the foot of the table rose after him and said equally solemnly: "And the bottle fills many a bier." This ceremony they kept up for awhile every evening to break the joker. Then force of habit stepped in and for years that ceremony was gone through at tlio mess table every night until it became a kind of religious one, handed down from each head of the mess to his successor.--San Francisco Chron­ icle. Fine Crape--How It Is Manufactured. "What's that?" , A jobber in imported dry goods was showing a visitor a piece of flimsy black material that looked uncom­ monly like common gauze. "Why do you ask?" "I didn't know that yon imported any goods of that description." "Why, that is one of our staple articles. That is a very fine quality of crape!" "The kind of orape that widows wear?" . " "The Bame. It has been washed in hot water. That makes the change in its appearance." "How could it?" "Ill tell you. Crape is light, trans­ parent, plainly woven of hard silk of the natural color. Its peculiar appear­ ance is caused by the dyeing and dress­ ing after it leaves the loom. Gum is added to the material, and the threads, owing to their stiffness, unweave the twist they receive in the mill. This gives it its unevenness." "Doesn't any kind of wetting hurt it ?" "Yes, more or less, but it never looks like gauze until it is thoroughly soaked in hot water. That is one of our tests as to the quality of the material and workmanship. If you ever want to test any crape that you may buy, you bad better take the dealer's word in­ stead of your own experiment, for once crape is washed out it can never be re­ stored."--New York Mail and Mac- press. Have Your Reltes Ready, Please. "I treasure this cane above its weight in gold," said Mr. Oldbuck; "that cane is made from the gundeck of the old flagship Hartford." "But," exclaimed his friend, "the Hartford hasn't been broken up yet." "I don't care," replied Mr. Oldbuck, calmly, "she is going to be some time, and that cane was cut from her gundeck when the time comes, just the same."-- Burdette. THKEZ are nowadays professors of philosophy, but not philosophers; to be a philosopher is to solve some of the problems of life, not only theoretically but practically.--A D. Thormtu* SLIPPERY CHISUSE THIETES. Wgfct Assaults of Robbwi Punishable fey Ddfcth in lh« VkHHMrjr Kisfdom. [Youth's OompaBkm.] One peculiarity of Chinese law has doubtless much to do, not with check­ ing petty theft, but lessening the amount of "robbery with violence." The penalty for ordinary thieving or house breaking is light, being flogging with the bamboo for the first offense and branding the word "Thief," and transportation for old and hardened criminals. But if a thief, being caught in the act, resists and draws even a oinglo drop of blood from the body of the owner- does nothing more, perhaps, than scratch his faoe with his nails--the penalty is death. Hence a thief in China rarely or never shows fight when caught in the act, but takes to his heels. On the other hand, the construction of the houses of Peking, which are all of one story, renders access to and es­ cape from them easy. Thus it favors thieving. Moreover the abundance of pawn shops, where money is lent on goods of every kind and "no questions asked," makes the disposal of stoleq property a very simple affair. Add the fact that the city has an unusually large idle population, always on the verge of starvation, and one has an explanation altogether adequate of the great num­ ber of thieves in Peking. The costume and equipment of the Chinese burglar are very simple. As there are no bank vaults to rifle, nor safes to force, he needs no drills, pow­ der, or "jimmies." . " In his bare feet he will creep about a room sometimes for hours and not awaken the lightest sleeper. His body above the waist is also bare and well rubbed with oil, so that in case he is caught in his attempt he will twist and squirm and slip with the greatest ease from the arms of his would-be captors. Woe be to the man who attempts to grasp him by the queue, that most con­ venient handle found on every China; man. For this one is neatiy coiled upon the top of his head, and well stayed with sharp thorns, the points of which are set well out, ready to pierce and tear the hands of any who may at­ tempt to put it to its natural use. He is just mounting his ladder to climb over the low wall which sur­ rounds every Chinese dwelling. This ladder is, in ordinary appearance, noth­ ing more than a bamboo pole, such as every laborer uses in carrying burdens; but it is in reality hollow," as all banl- boos are, of course, and through it runs a rope whioh is so arranged that at each joint of the bamboo it connects with another rope forming a loop. These loops can be drawn taut and ooncealed, so that when the thief carries this ladder on the street, it is a simple and honest-appearing pole; but when needed it is set against the wall to be scaled, the rope is slackened, and by the loops thus formed the thief mounts the wall and enters the building to be plundered. Thus "armed and equipped," the cool adroitness and success with which a thief will enter a house, go even to the sleeping rooms of the inmates, and steal the very clothing from their b£ds, is something marvelous. A friend of the writer, for many years a resident of Peking, awoke one winter night, some ten years ago, shivering from the cold, and found all the clothing slipping from the bed. He replaced it and fell asleep. In an hour he awoke again for the same rea­ son, again replaced the bedding, and again went to sleep. In another hour he awoke, to find himself absolutely without any covering, though the bed stood near an open window. A thief had come into his house, crept under his bed, pulled oft the clothing gradually and carefully, as bedclothes will sometimes creep off of themselves, and on the third trial had been successful and got away with his plunder. Each time that the occupant of the bed awoke and replaced the bed­ ding the thief had been quietly en- sconsed under the bed, ready to try again as soon as the owner fell asleep. Chinese thieves know that "Perse­ verance conquers all things," even to bedclothes. Another friend awoke one night and saw, in the full light of the moon shin­ ing through a window, a Chinese thief on his knees bending over a quantity of clothing busily packing and tying it up in a sheet. This friend, a man of great coolness and presence of mind, thought that if, without alarming the thief, he could spring, from the bed upon the back of the intruder thus bent over he could hold him down and cap­ ture him. So, after removing the bedding with the utmost care, he sprang upon the thief and succeeded in clasping him about the waist He then found, to his disgust, that the body of the China­ man was oiled, and with all bis strength he could not prevent him from turn­ ing about in his arms. Thinking to improve matters he kept one arm about the waist of the thief and reached up with the other to seize him by the queue, but lie drew it away again at once, bleeding in a half-dozen places and the thief easily slipped from the single arm that surrounded him, and, empty-handed, bounded from the room and disappeared. Emerson en Woman Suffrage, What Mr. Emerson thought of the theory of woman suffrage may be of interest in our day, when so many others of smaller caliber are pronounc­ ing in favor of or against it. As will be seen, he considered the subject more in the manner of a philosopher than an advocate, evidently in the vain hope of being able to bring himself into line with thoae who thought that women should be given the right to vote, whether they wanted it or no. Per­ haps it was not entirely to his discredit that he failed, nor to the disrepute of his nearest Woman friends. "The fact of the political and civil wrongs of wo­ men I deny pot," he says. "If women feel wronged, then they are wronged. But the mode of obtaining a redresa- namely, a public convention called 1* *° women, is not very agreeable to m and the things to be agitated for not seem to me the best. Perhaps am superstitious and traditional; 1 while I shall vote for every francl for women * * * if womeftvas or if men denied it, I should not women to wish political functions, if granted, assume them. I im that a woman whom ail men would feel to be the best would decline such privileges if offered, and feel them to be rather obstacles to her legitimate in­ fluence." These words occur in a letter to a friend written in 1850. They were brought to light by his most re­ cent biographer, who implies that noth­ ing contrary to them appears in his later writings.--Boston letter. IMPROVE the wit you have bought at a dear rate, and the wisdom yon have sained by sad experience. PHI AMP PODFT. A WELL-WISHEE IS one who invests HI oil territory. RIGHT wrongs no man, but should be careful what yon write."*-* Texas Siftinqs. v ; DRUM would be a good name for a bar-tender--spirit-stirring, yon know. Texas Siftinys. MARY CROSBY, of Wilmington, Dei, has been married seven times. She seems lo be a Mary-go-round. WOMEN are the dearest, cutest creat­ ures in the world, but they can't tell» how a shoe fits till they see the num­ ber. REAL ESTA.TR IS worth $1,000 a foot in . Chicago, bnt it must be remembered that it is a Chicago foot--Areola Rec­ ord. INSURANCE AGENT--How many times have you been married, ma'm? Widow --Hold on, I'll look in my tyur album and see. HE (before the wedding)--You are sure you won't be nervous at the altar?" She (four timea a widow) -I nevta have been yet. EVOLUTION--Tight boots make a corn; corn makes whisky; whisky makes a mac tight in his boots. -Bos­ ton Commercial Bulletin. MRS. FAKOLE.--Can you tell me who is Minister to England now, Cumso? Mrs. Cumso--ifo. I'm very well posted on religious affairs. SOME people think a double wedding is unlucky. Some people think a single wedding is, too. Generally these last are people who have tried it. THE good woman of Tennessee who had her new bonnet buried with her doubtless had misgivings as to the style of the crown laid up for her above. SHE STUDIED VOLAPUK. # Acharnrng ycung studont of Gndc v -< (wee tried to acquire Volapnk; > • J3ut it sounded so bad •Thftt her Mauds called b«r malS, And she quit it in less than a wok. --Milwaukee Sentinel. PATERFAMILIAS -- Wonder the matter with my watch ? I think it must need cleaning. Tommy--Guess it must be clean enough, pa, cos I saw baby washin' it in the bath tub this, morning.--Boston Beacon. MILLIONS of eggs are imported to this country every year. But they are not for tablo purposes so much as for platform uses. Something stronger than the American egg is needed for lecturers nowadays.--Yonkers States­ man. "PA," said little Johnny McSwilli- gan, "here's a piece in the paper abont parasites, what are they ?" "Parasites, my boy, aro people who live in Paris. I think you ought to know that, and you in the third 'reader."--New Fork Dispatch. PEOPLE who have studied into the origin of phrases all agree that the say­ ing, "I acknowledge the corn," was in­ vented by a man. A woman never ac­ knowledges the corn, no matter in what condition her husband may find his pet razor.--Summerville Journal. SHARPELEY was invited the other day to dinner by old MacSkinflint In due course two chops made their ap­ pearance. "You see your dinner," re­ marked the host "Yes," replied Sharpeley, helping himself to botb the chops; "but I don't see yours."--- Judy. TRAMP--Will you give me 20 cents to buy a drink of whisky with? Gen­ tleman--Isn't that a rather cheeky request? Tramp--You won't think so when you hear the particulars. Yoa see, I've been drinkin' all the mornin' at a fren's expense, an' I want to re­ ciprocate. I'm white, if I am a tramp. --New York Sun. His LOVE WAXED. I passed by a hair-dresser's window, • /airy-like form met my sight, • delicate face nearly hidden la wondrous hair, black as the night. It tumbled in billows of darkness O'er shou'ders so dainty and neat, I knew I must love the fair owner ; Erp life with joy be replete. That head with its crown like the mtdnidbt Filled, waking or sleeping, my life; I'd seek her, I'd love her, I'd win her. In time 1 would make her my wife. Alas! for the dreams that 1 cherished, Alas t for my suffering heart. My love wm of wax and her dark hair was made by the hair-dresser's art. --Texas Siftings. "ON Thursday night," says the edi­ tor of a Mississippi newspaper, "while we were writing an editorial on the financial condition of the country, some fiend in human shape threw a brick through our window and struok us on the head. We fell to our floor and lost our senses. How long we remained in our condition of unconsciousness we know not Tho first thing we remem­ ber was being taken up by Maj. Grib- ner, our good friend. We were taken to a drng store, where our woifnd was dressed. Our wife and children soon came, and we were taken to our home. We are naturally indignant over this cowardly attack upon us, and we offoc a year's subscription to our paper to the man who discovers who it was that . hit us." An Old Yiking. When the grave of an old Yiking wig * opened recently his skeleton show&f that he had been laid to face the setting sun. He had worn a woolen surcoat, edged with a frilling of gold, and buckled at the neck with a golden clusp. His belt was of stamped leather, fastened with two gold buckles. Over his lap was his shield, round, two feet across, with the underside of wood and the outer of bronze, with a rim of iron. His hands were placed across his shield as if to clasp it to his breast, and on them had been bracelets of bronze, with serrated edges and rims of gilded silver. His two-edged sword of iron, thirty inches long and sheathed in wood, lay at his side, and close at hand was a dagger of iron and a barbed jav­ elin. To the right of his feet was a bucket, such as the Saxons carried on their war ships, made of the same ma­ terials as his shield. ^ An Emergency Worth Attention. Ill Domestic--Please, mam, your pug • dog got under the street-car and got killed. Young Wife--Indeed! --wrurftmG STORIES, POEMS, AND orfiiit Li ATTRACTIONS, COMBINING AUTISTIC 8I T1PIO, AND HOUSKHOLH MATTERS. IHust-at, ,! with Original Steel JEn ijiff", Photogravure*, Oil Picture, fine II oodcuts, making it the Model *<»»<* of Atnrrica. Each Mapizinc contains a coupon order e: thc hoKicr lo tlie selection of sny psttem ilh in the fashion department in thit number any of the sizes manufactured, makiuir the yi'sr of tho value of over three MONTHLY is j u e tl yen ti world s Model burning." "Hark. What's that?" "I didn't hear anything," "My gracious! The baby's crying; run to him, quick."--Omaha World. CALL back our own actions ? Oh, im­ potent heart 1 As well stand on the shore of some hurrying river, and call back the waters which have swept - ^ down to the sea.--F. M. Peard. "I BEAD the newspapers," said Jo^n > v Newton, nhat I may see how my *•*v"/ Heavenly Father governa the world." Jl v ^ . :i ,