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oome back tathe heart, ***° loath toljfkrt I I ""tin to« Of childhood itillll, tnlaiBT t mother a kne«, mi «MJ»A M polrer to charm. waafeighand thought wan free. merry »cllooIboy d»ys-- Sm nwtl;r th«n life'* raa du eatoeJI ( Cor Ol» florioup pranks and play*, 't tMplimsaf iABgsyiM. • _.»J--y»«, In th« lomid I k** I rsltUiig ot the summer grov<| », via* tbOM angel features n«*r ̂ i first awoke the heart to r imtt it is in pmsive mood, ̂ At wiadim mMoight to r«clin«, And fllTtS® mental solitude Wit* apMMK from LangajnMt t -?:*' |f £MMYM! ah, where are they who shared C. , . IWl «* Ita pleastarea bright and t>ly theif S* Vtaiyr with some hath fortune fared, ' AM MM have bowed beneath the ecythef Dt death; while others scattered far O'er fareiCD land at fKte repine, <Xt wanderingforth, "neath twilight's Stat, lb mnse «n dear Langsyne! 'fr', • Ijangsyne! the heart can ne-w«r be j.., Again so toll of puilelesa truth: M gsyne 1--the eyes no, more shall M I U no I the rainbow hopes of yout* I%MB1--1with thee resides a spell lee the spirit and refine. ill I--there can be no farewell tthaa, loved lost Langsjme I ;* jr. m< -- Bat toir (V96.) 3#- to' RUPERfS BY J- w. E. •Biden spirited sort of a name, [suggests dancing black eyes, sun­ burnt cheeks, jetty curls, cherry: lips brown, unjeweled fingers. Well, mycld housekeeper's grand­ daughter, pretty Zathoe Lynn, pos­ sessed them all. And she was seventeen that summer; : I, twenty-one. Por two months and a m&gle day I had been the envied pos- . PS--or of "Hazlecroft." She had grown up "with the other wild flowers on tne place, herself the wildest flower of them all. One remembered August morning she Chile into the library with a glorious bunch of water lilies. "They're for you, Mr. ltnpert̂ she «*ud, offering them slyly. ̂ lotted the shapely "brown hand qv- "Thanks, little Zathoe. They are a black eyes were fixed upon, the 1 away, theaf̂ l Her carpet. "low a>B going a *T«, to Europe. v ""But you will come back?" 'vt.*' for three long years, ft least. ̂ X must see the world, Zathoe. And •>*, good-bye! I shall ndt see you «^*in before starting." i She looked up then, her eyes seeming *o coals of living fire. .1 wondered 'Why I had never noticed how beautiful •theywwre? "You'll be married and settled long "before I return,"! added, teaiiiftglt. She genfly laid ftp lilies down. . -*Good-bve, Mr. Ifcupert. I shall not get you!" in another instant she had es- from the room like a frightened /'OHBoL Ky resolve to travel had been a "sud- i ose, but fay 11 o'clock I was. ready %»go. The day was perfect, so I de- te walk across the Adds to ffiod- The distance was scacealy jut half way, and {tass- * narrow lane, I suddenly Than came some un- f My dear Mr. JBu- se* him again r . but there was no Then I glanced over the the ground, with a mossy stomp, Ljrnn. ^ I waa at her side in a moment, but so • her grid, she had not heard jh. knelt down and spoke her up in bewilderment, but to me. . axe sorry Out I am going, Za- Khoer •lea." There was a worid of sorrow fat the nwt̂ poken wctrd. .. w * I took her tear-stained face between -ay hands. Zathoe Lynn, look at me; is it true ~ mer I struggled from my grasp, myself! Oh, Mr. Rupertt I never m t that you should know!" But I am glad--very glad," I an- «w«r©d, kindly. "It is sweet to know that jnm will miss me when far away. •* jam, as you have heard, an orphan. -Aumy life, until now, I have been un- Wlfed. I hare never even had a sweet- Iwaat. You shall be my first and ,only She crep back to my arms with the • confidence of a child, and I smoothed ;b®* damp curls, and kissed her red How pretty and innocent she are you sure "Zathoe," I whispered, that you love me?" She pwwjoaately flung her plump •arms around my neck, for answer. It ww her first, pure caress. Then we sat down on a fallen log to- And I clasped her hot, brown fin- "geis. "How would you like to attend school durmg my absence?" I asked, JJpestsnUy. . | Her tear ŝtained face brightened, "I WboAŝ Mr. Rupert! And I would n,:̂ t is welL Now listen, Zathoe. Three years from this day, if you1 still •love me, you shall be my wife. But the mispress of Hazelcroft must be cul­ tured and refined. Promise that you ŝill try to become as I could desir .̂ *1 promise," she said simply. ^ Bemember," I added at pairing, you are still as free as the sir you %reathe. But you will think of me ssometimeb ?" . ^Always, Mr. Rupert!" she oorreicted. ^Then kiss me good-bye." > _ Her trembling lips jnat touched mjr ^eek. I returned it three-fold, and ..put her from me. Then I hurried away, without once looking back. But my -Jov^ for Zathoe Lj-nn began that dfcv. We did not meet again for four long i^yeaass. But I often heard from my little ;. Her letters fill my desk to­ ft sweet record of the gradual un- _ of her heart and mind. I MTB. Lynn died soon after my de- ^putare, and then, at my earnest re queit, Zatlioe entered a neighboring - aeminaxy. Nobly did fehe keep, her \ proHM»% graduating with honor at the k eooupletion of ber three years' course. I wo«14 have returned to her then, but ^sibe„.«r9uld not permit it. "Give me another year," she wrote, to be perfect jemx sight/'. :rde hel^'po^fcrait. 'Oh, it was! Her dark, rich ' grow glorious. i pietaiw reached me while inLon- I waGksed th»>siseels sill that night, for I was toe restless to sleep. _ wanted to go to her at onoe. But she had said no. During the last year of waiting11 be­ gan to think that it was I whd would prove the unworthy one. Zathoe would find me wanting. It was indeed a fore­ shadowing of the bitter truth But at length, her last loving letter called me home I had begged that she would meet me at the Hazelcroft. So with Margaret Lynn, a widowed cousin, she went down land re-opened the old house which M onoe sheltered us both. ^ It was dark when I reached it. Xhalf fancied she would be waiting for me at the gate. I forgot that she was no longer tho passionate child I had left weeping by the hedge. The low windows were all open, and I peered into the room. It had but one joccupant, a tall, stately woman. She itood by the table, her gaze fixed upon a jar of water lilies. It was Zathoe Lynn. I entered softly, and stood before her. I could frame but two words:-- "My darling!" She drew back, instinctively. tier lustrous eyes shone like stars. "You are Rupert Hazlecroft." I caught her white, unjeweled hand. It lay cold and still in my grasp. I would have kissed her brow, her cheek, her lips--but I dared not. "Zathoe!" X cried passionately. "Have you no welcome for me?" f Her eyes were reading my face. "You have changed," she said, sadly. I--was not--prepared for it. ButrI can say--welcome back to Hazelcroft." Her courteous words lacked the true love-ring, but I went closer. " Zathoe, do you remember our part­ ing, four years ago? You loved me then--to-day, I love you. "We have both changed." "She trembled at my touch. "You seem like a stranger!" she ex­ claimed, bitterly. Then, with something of her old im­ petuosity, she drew from her bosom a tiny locket. It was one I had sent her soon after leaving Hazelcroft and it held my picture. "Look," she continued, a great sob in her voice. "This is the face I have loved so long--that I shall love ui^til I die! Rupert Hazelcroft, you have not brought it back to me!" That was an impossibility, Zathoe," I answered, gravely. *1 was a boy then to-day, I am a man. And your face is changed also, yet I love you the more for it. Zathoe, accept me as I am. But tell me--is my former self my only rival?" - - v Yes," the breathed, rather than spoke. \ ; "Then I will win you over again," I said, resolutely. "Zathoe Lynn, you shall yet be my wife! Until then, you are free as you have ever been." She laid her hand in mine, impul­ sively. It was burning hot. "Rupert Hazelcroft," she cried, "I will not accept the freedom you offer. Your generosity has made me all that I am to-day. I belong to you alone. I cannot love1 you now, but that, too, may come in time." I took from its velvet case a costly diamond ring. "This was to have been the token of our betrothal," I said. "Zfcfhoe, will you wear it for my sake? for the sake of the world-hardened man, who would gladly be a boy again, if he could." She looked up tearfully, as I placed it on her finger. "I shall wear it al­ ways in remembrance of murmured. For moments I restlessly paced the old familiar room. The ocean no longer rolled between, but time had parted us quite as effectually. I glanced at Zathoe. How lovely and lovable she seemed. And she was mine--she had said it. The thought was reassuring. "Sing to me," I begged, at last. Without a word she glided to the open piano, and soon, a tender love- song filled the room. Her whole soul was in it. She went on from one to an­ other, unconsciously. She' seemed to have forgotten my presence. The glory of her voice kept me spell-bound. When she had finished, at last, hex head drooped upon her hands. I bent over, and reverently kissed her forehead. She Bprang to her feet. "Forgive me! Music is my meat and drink! I love it next to heaven!" t "Then I can only hope for a third place in your affections," I said, point­ edly. She did not reply, and we passed out to the verandah, her hand just touching my arm. The silvery moonlight was over every­ thing, and Zathoe glanced about • her' appreciatively. "Hazelcroft is a beau­ tiful place," she said, at last. "I have loved it from childhood." "Then why not become its mistress to-morrow," I asked, eagerly.,, . ; i But she shook her head. "To-mor­ row, I am going away with Cousin Mar­ garet. Her home is in Boston." "I will follow you there," I continued, boldly. "You shall not escape, Zathoe Lynn! I love you more than life itself! Promise that you will try to love me a little in return." "I have begun to tty al#e»dy,"t she answered, naively. - * j * J "Then, at our next meeting, 1 can hope for a different welcome ?" f.* "Yes." I drew her beautiful lace to miner and covered it with passionate kisses. - * • • « • * • We were married the following win­ ter. For ten happy years, Zathoe has been my cherished wife, and I have every reason to believe that she has long loved me, far better than s&e ever did the boyish face in the locket. this hour," «he furriers colic is becoming a fatal dis- e, if Vh»fc a local furrier tells me »Man la CnlltomHi wmH A letter to the Bakersfield (Cal.) Jfcfco says: "Xu many parts along thisoMst andinMexioo can still be seen r̂ lfosgMt remarkable evidenoe of some of the w&st skillful arts practiced by the so-called "ignorant savages' that once inhabited this land, whion, by forcibly dispossess- iqg them, we now inhabit, unless, per­ haps, some more civilized race possessed thus country prior to its discovery by Christopher^Colunibus, whose tribe has long since DWh exterminated and whoBe record is lost. One of the most wonder­ ful of these relics is the indication of solid pavement road in Arizona, made of granite blocks or slabs about ten feet long, hewn square, conveyed and placed side by side by some means unknown to the spectator. This pavement or road was undoubtedly built thousands of years ago, as those block and indications can be traced for miles along the moun­ tain sides, through which deep canyons have washed their way. Some of these slabs are said to weigh nearly two tons, and there being no granite ledges nearer than several miles from where they are now situated indicates that they must have had some powerful mode of con­ veyance, as well as powerful machinery to shape and locate them. To these ancient people also was known a process of tempering brass so it could be converted into tools equal to the best of steel. Numerous specimens of this tempered brass have been found where the City of Mexico now stands, as well as on the Pacific slope, and while the chemist lias do difficulty in removing the temper, yet he can not return it. For the rediscovery of this tempering Erocess scientists and chemists have ibored, and the United States Govern­ ment has offered a premium in vain. Nor can they even by naving tempered metal before them gain the least light on the subject.* Bringing the discourse a little nearer; home, on the edge of the Carisa plains, but a short distance from the stock ranch of C. *B. Brumley, can be seen what is known as the "Painted Rock." This rock is in a horseshoe shape about eighty feet high and one thousand feet in circumference. The inside being hollowed out gives it the appearance of a natural fort, which has frequently been used by stockmen as a steep corral, and is capable of holding comfortably three thousand head of sheep. The inside walls on the south are very abrupt and overhanging, and are covered with many ancient paintings, roughly resembling sketches of men, dogs, snakes, lizards, tortoises, and various characters, the significance of which, was perhaps even unknown to the painter. So we are in­ clined to think that each character is a record of some historical event, and that, if we but understood them, they would be very interesting to us. The paints used are of three distinct colors, red, white, and black. And although we know nothing of their mode of man­ ufacture or materials used, we can say this much, that they have a power of durability and of retaining their color unsurpassed by modern productions. In the Western part of this county, at the outlet of the Antelope valley on the Tulare plains, is what is called the Point of Rocks." On top of the most prominent of these rocks is a large, leantiful water-tank about seven feet deep and twenty feet long by twelve feet wide. Its capacity is between four and five thousand gallons of water, and although evidently it has been formed by nature, still, judging by its location being such as to catch all the rainwater that /alls to the surface, one can be led to believe it was human art and design. The height of the rock is about one hundred feet, and its walls are quite steep, but by the aid of steps chiseled into it, is no difficult task to ascend and return with a pail of water. From on top of the rock one has a magnificent view of the surrounding country for miles and miles. There being no other water for a long distance makes it a very convenient resort for stockmen and trav- lers. On adjoining rocks can be found a great many similar tanks; also two small ancient paintings. Scores of mor­ tars and pestles are found in various places. Some are made very roughly, and others are shaped out of a fine quality of stone with elegant taste. Marvelous skill is displayed in the art of making arrow-heads andknives of the hardest flint. How they can give a de- sited »hape to so brittle a substance by chipping off bits is easier to think about than to accomplish. * in?i *; * Medical Ethics , Not long since a Philadelphia medical society amputated a member. It was a very good member they cut off, and it was not diseased at all. In fact, the member that was cut off was the only sound, healthy member that the Phila­ delphia Medical Society could boast of. But dropping all nonsense, a Philadel­ phia medical association expelled one of its members. They did not expel him because he had prescribed arsenic in­ stead of quinine, or because he had com­ mitted some of his homicides while in an intoxicated condition. Nobody ever heard of a medical society amputating a member for any such triviality as that. Now, for what does the reader sup­ pose these Philadelphia sawbones cut off the offending member ? For noth­ ing in the world except that he had put his card in a newspaper and paid for it. It is contrary to medical ethics for a Philadelphia doctor to advertise in a newspaper. Why there should be any mow objection to a doctor putting his card %i a newspaper than there is In tacking his professional shingle on his office door, is more than we can com­ prehend without some operation having been performed on our journalistic brain. We utterly fail to discover why it is more unprofessional in a doctor to advertise in a newspaper than it is for a lawyer or a broker to do so. This is a peculiarly singular feature of medical ethics, when it is taken into consideration that otherwise there is no profession that is fonder of newspaper notoriety. If A son of Esculapius does some fine work in repairing a rickety liver, or in putting in order some other part' of the human anatomy that has be­ come unhinged, we have never seen any wild, frenzied opposition on the part of the doctor to having the fact mentioned in flattering terms in the local paper. There is nothing in that that interferes with the theapeutic, chirurgioal, sani- Tke Fatal Furrier's Colie. Fi ease amounts to anything. It is contracted by working on fine furs and inhal­ ing the small particles which rise from them. These particles accumulate in the lungs and stomach,, end when once they are inhaled it is impossible to rid one's self of thorn. . They are liable to cause consumption or cancer of the stomach. Saia my friend, the furrier: "It is impoSiiHe^ for one to . work cm furs over six fodhths at a time and not become affected.' It iif 'very lucky for furriers that their sekSofa is not a long one. To be sure, wh^n they work six months they receive but six month's pay, but they have a chancy tQ live h .. . _ , longer than they would were they ^rJ» a?e^eP^c', P^PJlactic or any other g-s/4. ? obliged to work all the year around. Brass buffing is similar to working on furs. The small particles of brass get into a man's lungs and cause an insura­ ble disease."--"Rambler," in Brooklyn Eagle. ! _ i: > « *.» * " \ V it •% X r THB yettuf - man i& faults in the girl to whom he wants to become engaged, but if he really wants her, he wi^l do well to delay about them until after he is married.̂ !f&/ kind of medical ethics. Again, it will be remembered every onoe in a while the doctors hold a kind of medicated ecumenical council. We have never observed any attempt to prevent the press from publishing t ajefosang ^detail* Uaiiafly one ^ocgMte ls< delivered of tffloiljg feroas, b«isamic kind of a pastoral drWs/ fttff Af Latin names an<I1bbi#>inbl telligible English about materia -Or dietetic* pharmacology, after in life stems to be a kind of - mental porue _ _ uWic, through ;iC tha looaf press. - There be^ftothing in medical ethics am entire- 2""°® °' ft thai kind of a free cyclo- Lent of personal and pro- ; -yet, when any other b| a two-inch ad that he is authfltiMHl W lftw protect human Iife.ir0«4i8a |se, the entire medical pro­ fession sits up on its hind legs and howls about ethics, which goes to show that th» -medical profession is as badly afflicted with rhumbnggery as. is theol­ ogy.-- Teafas Bif tings* ( -rt "I" SniN fey a Flower. \ ^ v Two ladies hurriedly entered tke New Haven and Hartford waiting-room of the Grand Central depot. "How soon does tho train leave?" anxiously inquired one of them. "In fire minutes. Yon have not much time to spare," the guard answered. "You get tiie tickets, please," the younger lady said to her companion. I must have-some flowers." "You will miss the train if jrou go after them now, Maud," her fnend an­ swered. "I would rather miss it than go on it without some flowers. I will tell you why when I return," she answered as she darted away. She came back with lilies-of-the- valley in her hand and offered half of them to her friend. "No, no; I will not rob you of them after you risked missing the train to pro­ cure them," the lady said. "Bo take them, please. I am some­ what snperstitious about it. You know I rode a great deal on the trains at one time, to and from school. The con­ ductor was a great big man of middle age with hair tinged with gray. No matter what the season, summer or winter, he always wore a flower on the lappel of his coat. One day I plucked up courage to ask him why he did so. " 'Well, you see, Miss, I have got a little wife up at home that thinks a great deal of me. She had a queer super­ stition that no one would ever get very badly mixed up in a railroad accident who wore a flower about them. She pinned the first flower to my coat that I ever wore on a train, and now I'd rather go without my dinner on a trip t{ian to go aboard without a flower,* he said. " 'Were you ever on a train when an accident occurred?' I asked him. " 'Yes, I was once,' he said, 'and I was almost the only one on the car who did not get hurt badly. When the crash came I did not get a scratch; and, do yon know, Miss, I still think it was the flower my wife pinned on my coat and her prayers that kept me safe that night.' "Since the conductor told me that story I must confess I have been af­ fected with the same superstition, if vou have a mind to call it so; but it is a harmless one at all events." Her eompanion accepted the flower, and the two young ladies boarded the ttMw.~*<Neiv York Sun. Beasoh in A correspondent of the London Spec- tator writes: Are animals able to think Over and carry out a plan ? The follow­ ing anecdotes will answer the question. When in India I had a small rough terrier who, when given a bone, was sent to eat it on the gravel drive under an open porch in front of the bungalow. On several occasions two crows had made an attempt to snatch the dainty morsel; but their plans were easily de­ feated by Topsy's growls and snapping teeth. Away flew the crows to the branch of a tree near by. After a few moments of evident discussion they pro­ ceeded to carry out the plan of attack. One crow flew down to the ground and gave a peck at the end of the dog's tail. Topsy at once turned to resent this at­ tack in the rear, while the other crow flew down and bore the bone away in triumph. The Bame dog had a favorite resting-place in an easy-chair, and was very often deprived of it by a dog which came as visitor to the house. Topsy did not approve of this, anckher at­ tempts to regain her seat were met with growls and bites. This justified an act of eviction, and the busy little brain decided on a plan. The next day, as usual, the intruder established himself is the chair, which was close to the open door. Topsy looked on for a moment and then flew savagely out of doors, barking at a supposed enemy. Out ran the other dog to see what was up, and back came Topsy to take possession of her coveted seat. The other dog came slowly back and curled himself up in a far-off corner. The above I was an eye-witness to, and therefore can vouch for the truth of what I relate* .. mfrijKA--mtrn- • "No" is but a little word, only a wee small word, yet who can measure its importance? Columbus said "no" to mutinous mar­ iners and adverse winds, and the be­ wildering beauty of a new world was discovered. The Puritans said "no" to religions oppression, and the "Mayflower" sought refuge on a New England coast, to build free homes and found a nation. Robert Fulton said "no" to those who pronounced his efforts vain, and the first steamboat sped along the pictur­ esque Hudson. Wellington said "no" at Waterloo, and Napoleon, the invincible Emperor, the unconquerable leader, ended his days a prisoner upon a seagirt isle. Death said "no" to weeping friends, and there is crape at the door. "The baby" has gone away, or "mother" sleeps in peace.--Mary F. Murplw* m St. Loilis Magazine. • Author and Boek PeUler. " A Boston author recently realized the moral of the fable of iBsop wherein Mercury is represented as pricing the figures of various gods, ending with one of himself, which the dealer said he would cheerfully throw in as a make­ weight if the stranger would buy the others. On a railway train the usual persistent book-vender offered him a pile of paper-covered novels, wherein was one of his own. The novelist asked the Iwy his opinion of various works, coming down the pile until he reached his own. "Is that any good?" he asked. "O, that," the boy returned, with a aliglitly contemptuous air, "folks doi& mostly buy, unless they have read alls the others," The novelist tells the story at his own expense, and punningly adds that his publisher's statements remark the same thing in figurative language.--Tits Book Buyer. ' In our MOQ« ̂Jip£|<naw' wm out in advance to, find and . game. How for a hunt with the Ah, royal sport of kings, nothing oompare with it! In front, every bush-side, the falconets, «ac£ with one bird on his gauntleted left hand, and another perched on hid tur­ ban. Both hawks are hooded and jessed exactly as in the old knightly days. We make up a party of eight oi ten cavaliers, while the rear is brought up by,two or three servants armed with guns for defence as well as offence against the eagles, who sometimes pounce on the falcons. Suddenly rises the cry "Wah!" from one of the falcon­ ers, as a hare darts from its form. Up soars one falcon unhooded, while the other is drawn from its uncertain perch on the head of the Arab to join the others. We rein in otv impatient horses, that bound and snort to join the chase, for it is imperative to keep be­ hind the falconers, so as not to inter­ fere with thfe birds that are now dash­ ing at the head of the hare, which doubles, and marvelously, considering its headlong flight, evades the breaks ol its enemies. The chase is now at its height; every one is trying to be in the first flight; the sunlight plays on the rich dresses, the bright arms, the glossy coats of the superb horses, whose elastic­ ity of movement and aristocratic gait imprint on my mind a scene unrivaled. Onward hurries the hare as she bravely runs for her life, in and out of the high hillocks of sand tufted with brush, which our horses take, one after the other, without a stumble. Urged on by the cries of the falconer, a hawk fiercely swoops down again. Ah, she is touched by the remorseless beak, and rolls over and over, showing her white furred belly! "Tis nothing; she regains her footing, and darts onward once more. I gladly give rein to my Arab, the mo­ mentary check having brought him on his haunches as with arched neck and starting veins he crunches the bit with rage. I find the heat now terrific; the hare is still traveling with seemingly undiminished speed. The two falcons now swoop from opposite directions; they meet almost above the head of the hare; one falls with a broken neck, amid frenzied cries from the falconer. In a moment a fresh bird is unhooded and cast off, and at the first dash at the now exhausted hare rolls her over dead. 1 dismount with the rest, men and beasts sweltering and foaming; the falconers rehooded their hawks, which had set­ tled on the carcass, and made prepara­ tions to feed them with the entrails mixed with tufts of hair, which was said to assist digestion. Our attendants inow produced some kid and dried dates, which, washed down with water and a touch of absinthe, formed our meal. Getting into as much shadow as the hillocks afforded, and thus gaining some relief from the piercing rays of the sun, we lit our pipes and cigarettes, while a pleasant languor overtook us, followed by a profuse perspiration. An Arab began to play on a flute an air of a barbaric yet melodious character, the notes being often sustained for a long time, and producing a most delicious soothing effect. After oar siesta we commenced our afternoon march, with very little change in the characterof the desert, but late in the day we entered into a superb oasis, verdant ami ye- freshing.--E. P. Sanguinetti, in Mar' par's Magazine. Moments of Terror. "I was working at the Chollar in 1806," said an old-timer the other night. "We were sinking the shaft with a bucket, and were down over 609 feet. We had a double compartment shaft, all boarded up. We used to lower our timl>ers one at a time, and, thinking that was too slow, we bored holes in the timbers and passed a chain through and then lowered several at once. This plan worked well until one day. There were six of us in the bottom of the shaft, and among the number was a tall State of Maine man, who had come to earn money to buy a farm. "They were lowering a number of timbers and we paid no attention to them, but it seems that they caught on the side of the shaft and the cable un­ rolled on them until the load was too heavy, and then down they came one after another, ripping and tearing down the boarding. We made ourselves as small as we could in that shaft,three being in it and three in the other compartment,and we thought the timbers and boards never would stop coming down. Not a man moved until everything was quiet, and then we went to the other compart­ ment and were pulled up. The Maine man never opened his mouth, but put on his coat and started off for Maine that night to work on a farm. "But I want to tell you another scrape I had in that shaft a few days before: I was being lowered on tne bucket, and when about 200 feet down it caught on one side and stuck there. I gave an alarm, but was not heard, and then set about doing the best I could. I balanced myself and steered the cable clear and let it go down. The great danger was in the bucket starting as the cable gathered weight on it. But I did my work so well it stayed there. After I managed to make myself heard men came down the shaft and released me by working through the compartment." --Territorial Enterprise. Pass Him the HedaL They were talking in a Portland barber shop about their skating powers, and of course there were more or less lying. A gent from Indiantown told this one: "One night along in the fall a good many years back I was skating down the Kennebecasis from above Milkish. It was quite dark, and as there were some holes in the ice I had to keep going at a very rapid rate to avoid dropping into them. I am no ioe- creeper---even now--but that night I honestly think I beat all records." "How did that great speed save you from the holes?" a listener asked sar­ castically. "How did it save me? Why I could see them. I kept my skates going so fast that sparks flew from the ice in showers, making it so light that I could have seen a pin ten yards ahead."--St. John (N. B.) Gazette. I OANKOT understand," • complained the bard, "why I aa» alluded to as 'to obscure poet.' I'm mow* child _ could m ehild A Future Financier. William H. Ellis has a small with a very long head. "I'm not going to put any more pen­ nies into that contribution box," said the youngsters. "It doesnt pay." J youngsters. "1 'And why not?" "Because I'm everlastingly putting mething in and never getting any thirfg out. I'm going to quit.--Detroit Her­ ald. TBBRK are now twenty-two crema­ tories in Europe, where more than 1,400 incinerations took place last year. . KNOWXJCCOB of our duties is the 'libit udol part of philosophy. 1 e maiden who was hing great bandMR of liliee together at the forty**, "we sill more flowers than ever to gO to the ofCaftery. That basket we have just made Hp. It is for Mini ." The basket was an oblong mass ol delicate cut-flowers banked in sweet pro­ fusion. Above it brooded a white(doy« from whose bill a single rose depended. A card, upon which was written, be­ neath the name the word "sympathy," was appended. ; "What flowers are most Used for fun­ eral orders?" "All the white lilies, the Neptetc roses, white carnations, white bride'? rose, white pansies, white violets, and lilies of the valley." Bunches of lilies, tied with knots ol white satin ribbon, lay on the florist's counter ready to be delivered. A clustei of roses had a card attached. It read: "To dear Nellie, from her Sunday-school teacher--Auf Wie»Jerschen." "Doves," said a >»ung man in another flower store, "are not fashionable. , But thev are very popular, especially for children and young people. The funeral dove is quite an article of commerce. There is a place on Grand Biver Avpnue where they are raised as delicately as il they were children." "Is that care necessary?" "Yes, to preserve their plunlage. The white ones are reared by themselves, and at a certain age they are killed and pre­ pared by the taxidermist. Germans are very fond of them at the funerals ol children. "Are there any new features in this business of flowers for the dead ?" "Several. One is that flowers with­ out fragrance are used now. The tube? rose has gone out, as its excessive sweet­ ness made people faint. The colors are used more than ever. Red and pink roses are sometimes ordered in large quantities. Not only are flowers used at the house, but the grave is lined with evergreens, studded with flowers. A new feature is having texts printed on the ribbons instead of making them in floral letters." "Are white ribbons always used?1* "White, lavender, pale pink and pale blue. The lavender and purple ribbons are for old people. White is preferred for children. There are often floral funerals where only one color is used. We have had rose funerals, pansy funer­ als, tinted funeral̂ and heliotrope, the last for old people." "And the expense?" ' "What you please to make it. It is easy to estimate roses at 75 cents a dozen. Nine hundred roses were re­ cently ordered ^rom one florist for such an occasion. Lilies are about the same price at the present time of year. Camellias are much more expensive. Then there are the tropical plants for the house. The whole expense does not fall on the family, however, in any instanoe. Tlfere are always many pieces sent in by friends." In referring to the notice "omit flow­ ers," which is sometimes mentioned with the fact of decease, a well-known florist remarked that it was in very poor taste. "It would be more gracious," he said, "to receive the flowers and send them to a hospital than to repress the kindly sentiments of friends by such an an­ nouncement. It amounts to a churlish refusal of sympathy."--Detroit Free Prim. ;- • . ̂ By the Old Willow ̂0 When Gen. Sheridan waslast in town he sat out an evening at the Ohio Club with a number of war veterans. Stories of curiously wounded men were told, and one of these, by Gen. Joseph B. Carr, ex-Secretary of State for New York, related to Henry Kenward Allen, of Lansingburg, N. Y. Allen was a soldier in the Second New York Volun­ teers, of which Carr was Colonel. In a battle a piece of an exploded shell struck Allen on the head and gave to him what would ordinarily have proved a fatal wound. He lay insensible among the dead for several hours, nobody sup­ posing that he was alive. Those who went to him found gripped in one hand a sm&l portion of a letter from his wife. In this she spoke of a fur­ lough wliicli had been granted to him, and which he was going to use for a visit to his home. She wrote affection­ ately of their wedlock, reminded him of a willow tree under which they had done some of their courtship, and told him that on the day of his arrival she would meet him there. In the hurry and confusion he was left lying with this paper still in his grasp. In the morning the bodies of the slain were hastily buried in a trench. It was supposed that Allen was among them. But he was not. During the night he had revived and wandered away. Word was sent to his home that he was dead, and this was regarded as beyond doubt; but as a matter of fact he wandered off to a distant hospital, remained there unidentified until his wounds healed, and was discharged utterly without memory of the past. It happened that he retained the merest scrap of his wife's letter, but without name or place left on it. This he retained and with a vague knowledge that it was from his wife, who was waiting for him some­ where, he wandered here and there over the country for four years. The mere chance, or a shadowy recollection of his home, led his tramp to the very spot where his wife had promised to meet him. It was the willow tree close to his old home, and there he actually found her. The shock of joy and recognition nearly, if not' quite, cured him of his maladay.--New York Ex­ press. • Reformed Cannibals. The best-known of the cannibal tribes on the Upper Congo are the Bangala, who yelled "meat very loudly when they chased Stanley down the river, but who have conceived the idea that their recent intercourse with the whites has given them considerable polish and lifted them several points higher in the social scale than the neighboring tribes. For two years past they have been utilized as Congo state soldiers, steam­ boat hands, and station laborers. They dress in Manchester cottons, carry guns, and have acquired a smattering of the French language. They used to make war for cannibal purposes upon the people of Ngombe, and nowadays when a steamboat draws up at Ngombe, with a lot of Bangala on board the people flock down to the river and heap abuse upon the ancient enemy with all the epithets at their command. To this torrent of Congo billingsgate the Ban- gala have only one response. They col­ lect at the prow of the fe>at and shout "Savages! Savages!" at the top of their lungs. Travelers say it is an interest­ ing spectacle to see these reformed can­ nibals thus vaunting their superior ciyU^zation. , • IN buying, study oarefully tlie wants . Wm a matt fatgftta he is old. -- Ifew Orleans Fictyunc. , WSJCN barge meets barge then oome* the tug of commerce. Orleam Picayune. Tads modem widow's cruise is.a voyage for a husband.--Qrlean» Picayune. GR VMMER--Criminals and judges dif­ fer widely in regard to length of s«u- ' tences.--Boston Courier. IT is good for a ipan to love hit enemies, if he can do so without injur­ ing his friends.--New Orleans Picay­ une. MANY a man Who won't support his home paper wants the paper to support him--when an office is in sight.--Smith- ville (Oa.) News. WHEN the lady of the house gives a Copenhagen party, the gentleman of the house has no business down town that evening.--Boston Courier. SHITHEBS--Miss Parker sings much better than she used to. Her course at the Conservatoire has improved her con­ siderably. Wilkitts--Improved? Well, I should say so! She knows when to stop now. ( "Is THAT your dog, Squildig?" "Yea, fine animal, too. Here Rover." Whistles for him. "He doesn't appear to obey you very well." "Oh, that shows heV* ?ure breed. He's a terrier, you see.*-*? 'ittshurgh Chronicle. .K . A YOUNG lady writing from New Hampshire to a California paper says that "Here in New England we use the smilax for the obsequies of the dead." Yes? And what, now, do they use for the obsequies of the living? AN indication of good taste--"Jack, can it be that von are going to marry Miss Equilateral?" "Yes, Tom, and it you say anything to disparage her Disparage her! Why, she proposed to me, too, last leap year."--Life. MR. MARBIEDIT (proudly)--You know, grandpapa, my wife is an heiress in her own right. Grandfather Heapcross-- O, gaul swizzle a woman barber. I had one shave me onct, down to York, and my jaws ached an' burned like fire fart week. *V IN a , 'iicago street. Country Mer­ chant (to city dealer)--Is that a sack of oats that fellow is driving over? City Dealer--No, it's a man. Didn't get out of the way in time. How many pounds of cheese did you say would be enough?^ --Arkansaw Traveler. # PRODIGAL SON--Father, I have spent my substances and have arisen and re­ turned to thee. Practical Father-- What did you spend all that money on? "Amateur Photography." "Kill the latted calf and send it to the neareat idiot asylum. My son will dine there to-morrow."--Omaha World. MISTRESS--Why can't you remember, Bridget, when I tell you a thousand times? I don't like always to be scold­ ing you for forgetting. Amiable but For­ getful Domestic--Faith, mum, you dont scold. It's quite pleasant you are, mum. The last lady I lived wid used to come out into the kitchen and stamp her feet and throw things at me.~<* Harper's Basar. ^ t A JURY in New York City decided ft breach-of-promise case in favor of the defendant, because it was shown that he refused to marry the young lady when he discovered that die chewed gum. Oh, girls! take warning ere it is too late. Shake off this dreadful habit that you have become a slave to, for sooner or later it will be the means of wrecking your lives.--Peck's Sun. : • * "WELL," he said, despondently, *3 didn't get the place--failed on the examination-->uld there ain't a man in town who wo dd make a more efficient letter carrier than I." "It's too bad, John," replied his wife with equal de­ spondency. "I was hopeful you would pass. By the way, did you mail the letter I gave you this morming?" "By , I forgot all about it."--Tid-Bits. The Oath of Hippocrates. What constitutes the " unprofessional and dishonorable conduct" for which the law says a man shall be disqualified from the practice of medicine in Illi­ nois? The State Board of Health, which is charged with the enforcement of the law, limits such conduct prao- tically to the commission of criminal acts, and mainly those which come un­ der the general head of obtaining money under false pretenses, as by holding out false and fraudulent promises of cure, etc.--the familiar devices by which the unprofessional and dishonorable "doo- tor" seeks to prey upon the suffering and afflicted. More than 2,000 years ago the physicians of Cos formulated a standard by which it would be well to gauge the professional conduct of the present day--the "Jus Jurandum" or oath of Hippocrates. Sw earing bv" Ap- polo the Physician, by Esculapiua,* by Hygiea and Panaceia, and all the gods and goddesses" the Greek prac­ titioner of medicine entered into a sol­ emn promise and written bond to "pre­ scribe such a course of regimen as may be best suited to the condition of my patients according to the best of my power and judgment, seeking to pre­ serve them from anything that might prove injuriousto "retain religiously the purity and integrity both of my con­ duct'and my art;" and "into whatever dwellings I go I will enter them with the sole view of succoring the sick." This would suffice as a code of ethics even in the Nineteenth Century. The following are bena fide re|dlei«tlB question of a written examination in geography in the secondary grade of a school m Pennsylvania: Question--"Tell how many oceans there are in the world, and name them." Answer--"There are sixooeans--the Atlantic, Pacific, Arctic, Antarctic, In­ dian, and adjacent oceans." Q.--"Give in your own words the dif­ ference between a cave and a mountain." A.--"One is a bump in and the other is a bump out." "Q.--"Tell in your own words how a river is represented on the map, and then give the definition of one." A.--"When you see a big blaok thing on the map like a lot of angel-worms all together, that's a river, but a real river, of course, is water instead of angle-worma."--Harper's Bazar. Hell tiate Glorified. ̂ Miss Brimmer (of Boston, homewasi bound on Fall River boat)--What a lovely island! Those old stone castles and velvet lawns are simply entrancing. Do the Vanderbilta and Astors summer there? Kedgeley (of New York, who has her mother and herself on , his hands)-- Hardly; that's Blackwell's Island, where Che---- Misa Briipmer--Oh 1 • I,- remember. How interesting! And isn't the dear oid ]55*ch Poxgatory Stile m* i*m somewhere?--The Judoa. * 4-: •-*' . . ,ic. ' jtL. . JJ.....k m 1" . 7 .tz ; i'i',-' I"':"* 'ufcj