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beauty MONSTER VICTIM laiudieailev Ttallltiii Sensation lu » Variety Bail at Vienna 4. VAN SLYKE, Editor and PuUlshsr. McHBNRY, ILLINOIS. m A WIDOW'S Al/TOBIOCPArant. % was born in the year--well, no matter what '• one--. " : And as for my birthplace, I shall not tell where; • -.^tbe date to conceal were a slight lease of fan •,l. IX Mentioned the place, for the register's v*'*' there. ~&flhSltcient to sav t.hat ft long robe of white For an infant was then,, us to-day, quite the ktll rnB°< ^•'SfUid t-lie hoops worn by women, alone fixed up­ right, Could have served to provide for an ostrich a •.>%?. . cage. or wnere my first schooldays were passed, v- I won't say, ' ' Trtie time and the place is well known to the -•"2i girls. •» :*y schoolmates of old, yet I can't think that | :a -Vai thoy j 3 *f? Will reveal more .than this--thai the teacher "iSji. wore curls. •fowo'cr, if for certain th» \on'<i Kvow, _ 1 f Just b d your hairrtivssf r give memory wing; i >11 tell you, within a few decades or so. The time when loiiy curls were for women the , thing. f . • . • "There'll be any more to me. There was a litt'e silence, then with a plaint that seemed to hold a "God for­ give you" in it, the stranger said, "It is true," I am easily frightened, but the doctor told me--" Here she broke down, and something like a mist came to the young man's eyes for very sym­ pathy. "Oh, I'guess she won't die this time," said Morena, and her voice sounded fiendish. Sir Horace ground his teeth. He was a man of the quickest, finest sensi­ bilities, and he could not avoid the feeling of disgust that crept over him at the sound of that language. He saw the young girl depart, and then entered the drawing room. Mrs. Willoughby had come iu. She smiled grimly. "We arc so pestered ap here," she said. "If any old womau in the village cuts her finger she sends to u*g" to me as a daughter --bo a sister to my motherless girln. You shall still be their instructor, but not in the position you now fill, lam an old man,Rose; my npe is above approach; you can trust me; I will be a father to you." Thus said the venerable William, Lord of Oakley; and so it came to pass that at one of his most brilliant recep- j tions, Rosalie, splendidly attired,graced I the occasion. Glorious with diamonds ! and almost regal attire, as she was, her j face was still as lovely at 23, as it had J been at 17; a shade grayer, perhaps-- j that was natural--she had t-eeu deep | heart-sorrow. Those who stood near her saw her start--saw the crimson of her oheek fade-- saw her tremble like a leaf when some one said. "See, here oome< Sir Horace Yernet! What a traveler he has been--four years from home!" And when helmet her with those sorrowful eyes tear-filled, iie gave a short, sharp Have you had a call, lately V asked i cry. The words. "Just Heaven!" is- Sir Horace. "Just now--the schoolmistress, a good sort of girl enough. Her mother has dangerous turns now and then; it's five miles for the doctor, and tlij£ is his was mrrried? Oh, yes ! At what age, or what date?," Well, really, my dear, you are asking too v • V-r* £ • _ much. . • ' , . -ymdate is a telltale--my wedding was great. .. . • ij,. And the dresses wert- white then, as now, for all such. ; < widow'.' Alas!yes, that pain is my lot. My husband was drowned while en route to i - *the Caw; ' ' *" s"Jfi#st how long ago? Well, I've somehow fomot. j - But 'tis several years* since.'I "cama out in crupe. . . • •--~<Baaton Jimlnet. V sued from his pallid lips, then he grew white and would have fallen, but a friend led him from the r< om. It was not long before Rosalie, who in deep anguish had sought her cham* Wexford day. so he'd probably fee twenty i ber, was sent for. out of the way;" f "Rosalie!" he cried, half ri.-ing from "What, madam--a dangerous illness the couch where he had lain, faint and and no medical help near! I am a phy- I wondering, "Rosalie, my duriing, I sician, or should have been one had I {thought you were iu your gr&ve. She REVENGE. HI MRS. MARY A. DENISON. Let me tell you a romance hidden tEccm the world for many years. There once lived, under the brow of ^hillinone of the neatest of English oottages, a girl whose name was Rosalie -Summers. She was neither plain nor beautiful, yet people seemed more at- 'tracted by her sweet face than that of Jforena Willoughby, daughter of the xich factor, whose home towered in aplendor upon the very summit of the "iidge," as it was called. Morena was beautiful and very haughty. Rosalie *»3 winning, and a gentle, modest creat- followed mv profession. I must beg leave to go immediately; my humanity is touched. Good eveuing, Mrs. Willoughby--the cottage just there, is it not ?" he motioned, turning to Morena, who had just come in. The beauty murmured an ungracious "yes" She did not like the looks of his face; how stern it was! She fancied it darted displeasure upon her, and con­ sequently indulged herself in the sulks all the evening. Meanwhile the twilight was gather­ ing its dews and its shadows. Before the young man Rosalie was hurrying, already half way down the hill. He followed at her own pace, not betraying himself, and shortly after her form had disappeared he entered the cottage.' wrote me so--wrote me tliat you died plague-smitten. The news, substan­ tiated as it seemed to be. met me at a crisis--just after nay mother's death. It threw me in a fever. Six months from that time I traveled to N. O, Rosalie, that woman led me to what she called your grave. Let m.e pass over that sor­ row. I went abroad. I have sought for rest from year to veir, but your presence seemed to haunt nie. I won­ der not, Rosalie. I meet you dressed in splendor--what have I to fear! Must I lose you now ?" "I, too, have been deceived," said Rosalie, her voice low, but clear. "I thought she proved to me that you had spoken lightly of me--that our mar­ riage was no binding ceremony. I At the door of the hall stood a trav­ eling carriage one day, from which a «tranger alighted who seemed more <han ordinarily welcome to the family. Horace Yernet was a young English­ man, wealthy and titled. Morena had lasard much about him--had pleased herself by a thousand girlish fancies «oooerning him, all ending by the con­ viction that he would admire, love and Anally marry her. This idea had taken •complete possession of her mind even liefore she had seen him. When he -and she lieard the rich tones of voice, saw the commanding beauty of his person, the conquest was com­ pleted--she loved him. He in return treated her only with OKtreme courtesy,--he admired her, but kis heart wfes his own. One day he stood on the piazza under :fenellised vines. *What a pretty figure that is!" he ^aid, using his eye-glass. "That is na- *taral grace--perfectly natural--one can *&dl. I wonder who it is." 'Why, she knew not, but at that "teOiueni Morena's heart misgave her. There-was a strange tremor and throb brain and nerves as she recognized -one whom Bhe had never condescended •*to notice, but whose praises she often 'lupjariL ""Ojthat must be Rose Sommers," said the hanghty girl, a scarcely perceptible ^ bat scornful smile curving her lips. "She lives in that tiny, cottage down you can just see it. Is not the 1*rind freshing ?" and she made a move­ ment, gathering her dainty garments in jeweled fingers, thus mutely signifying •that she would like to go in. But Sir JBEoraee c*id not notice this maneuver; •his eyes followed that figure toiling up --•the form drooping--the manner sug­ gesting a possibility of some sudden grief or fear. Perhaps by the aid of his ^flass he bad seen the gold-brown ring­ lets escaping from her bonnet. "Pray who is she?" he asked again flsith sudden interest. girl very common in all respects, though I believe she has a smattering of learning--sufficient, at any rate, to ed­ ucate the farmer's children down tfcepe." "Indeed!" said Sir Horace, briefly, •nd kept his position. "Will you excuse me?" asked Miss 'Willoughby, coldly, "I feel the chill induced by this strong wind." "Your pardon," said Sir Horace, turning quickly and offering his arm. •"Let me conduct you within doors; as for me, this breeze invigorates, and with ness was this little, room the type. Here in one corner the massive family clock that hinted at former respectabil­ ity, perhaps position--in one corner a low bed, occupied by an extremely gentle-faced woman--kneeling over her the pretty Rosalie, mastering her strong grief, her bonnet fallen back, her hair drooping forward, her blue eyes glistening painfully as their dis­ tended orbs now traveled to the clock, now rented on her mother's face. ! "I will make no apology," said Sir j Horace. "I come as a physician." j "God be thanked!" cried Rosalie, her | pale lips parting and quivering, while involuntarily she clasped her hands. "Oh, sir, is she not very sick?" "How long has she lain in this coma­ tose state?" he asked. "Now, nearly two hours; once we thought she was reviving." Sir Horace glanced keenly and sor­ rowfully at the girl. She said no word, but his eyes must have spoken, for she at once divined their meaning, and sank slowly, slowly back, a hopelessness in her young face that was very pitiful to see. "How long?" she gasped. "Perhaps through the night," was his brief reply. When he left the cottage Rosalie was calm--she seemed to be stunted into marble. The last image that he took with him to the land of dreams was that of her sweet face, so touch- inglv white. The day following he called at the little cottage. One glance told the sad story--why should I rehearse it ? "And where are you going, Rasalie ?" It was strange--they had met so few times, and he called her Rosalie; "To my uncle's in H." "Why, child, it is three miles off." "I must walk to my school," she said bravely-"only (tears glittered now) I wish 1 might not have to pass this lonely house." It did her good, that storm of grief that followed, and she was more ration­ ally calm after it. "Scandalous!" cried Morena, one day, and the crimson of passion brightened her faultless cheeks. "Why, child, what is it?" queried her mother, as formally as if she had repeated a social query concerning the weather, or any other institution honored by ber notice. "I saw him, taking her--only think of it --in his chaise. I never could have i believed it without natural sight--th^ i bold, bad, brazen thing !" "Who are you talking abont,Morena ?" queried her mother, now fully roused. "That Rosalie, of course; who else would dare do such a thing as ride with him through the streets in open _ daylight? I wish he would go home; I your permission I will return and study j wish I had never seen him," she cried, 'tikis exquisite landscape." | spitefully, and burst into tears. The beauty bowed assent--what else j That night Sir Horace sat by the <«x>uld. she do--but I am afraid to say j side of Rosalie in a carriage drawn by Cheerful, neat, of scrupulous cteanli-1 sought the records--it was not there-- the justice was dead. O Horace, my heart was a tomb; I could not stay in that place, where--" Emotion choked her. "I hurried away. I found good and true friends. As a governess,. I supported myself for years. I told no­ body the story of my grief--I was simply Rosalie Summers. Towards you-- O, I must not tell you how I felt for a time! God grant I may never again know such bitter sorrow! I have had several offers, among them that of the noble old Lord of Oakley, to whose dearly-loved wife, many years dead, it is said I bear a strong resemblance. To him only I told my story: he pitied me; he would adopt me. In every re­ spect he treats me as hia eldest daugh­ ter." Clasped in her husband's arms, there was no more need of grief. The tears she was weeping now were tears of joy. Blessed, blessed rest!--an end to pain­ ful doubt--an end to the agony of weary years! So the proud and disappointed heiress had worked out her revenge; but these two noble hearts could only pity her. She was married, they knew, and this was her punishment--to be doubted and hated and finally neglected. She left the country when the result came out, and was never again beard from; while Sir Horace Yernet and his gentle wife are among the first in the love and esteem of the best and noblest circles oi the land. *liat stormy feelings raged in her bosom. She had thought he would re­ main with her, that she might charm a fleet horse. They passed the "ridge," driving some rods farther, turned down a pleasant street and stopped before -him with sweet music aud beguiling the house of a justice of the peace, words. It was not so; and as he went | The man's name was Sanborn, and it out again, sbe hurried to her mother's i happened that his house-keeper was •chamber. I ill, his servants out and he himself Meanwhile the figure had gained the j much indisposed. Reluctantly he gave brow of the lull. There it paused for a i the young couple audience, and, still •moment. The ruthless wind frolicked j seated in the chair from which he had with her curls, but the face was pale, j only risen to admit them, he performed ^y«3 sad, almost tearful. Hurrying j the marriage service, calling in as wit- *00, she passed the gates, unheeding the j ness a decrepit man who happened to form of the man who still watched, and be passiug, «ven passed him without turning her ! The newly-married couple gone, the ,tm- justice undertook to register the event, _ What a sweet face! ejaculated Sir | but his hand was unsteady, his sight jflxoraoe. Really, the handsome Mo- dim. He laid the pen down; he never A TratcHy of halM. I once read a story id whieh the maim incidents were traced out by a person on the opposite side of tfcie street, by means of the shadows on the window curtains. In like manner 1 evolved a pathetic story of real life from a series of dates in an old family bible, which lately fell under my notice. The first date,-- "January 1, 1730. On this happy New Year's day, I, Adrian Bloss, took to wife my beloved Kathrine, daughter of John Wagner." The bold handwriting, the- impulsive style, the many flourishes of the pen, seem to bring vividly before me the smiling bridegroom, happy in his new joy- Turning the page, the entry was in deep contrast, and in a delicate, femi­ nine handwriting,-- "August 15, 1730. Pud, by falling from a ladder, Adjfca Bioss, aged 25 years." x' [ • By falling from a ladder--perhaps while engaged, as was customary in those days, in building with his own hands 4 dwelling for his bride. The next entry, iu the same band- writing, is more touching still.-- "November 11, 1730. Born, Adrians, daughter of Adrian and Kathrina Bloss." Again on the mortuary page,-- "December 25, 1730. Died on this, the nativity of our blessed Saviour, Adriana Bloss, daughter of Adrian and Kathrina Bloss." After so brief flowering the little pos­ thumous blossom sank to sleep with her father. After this a long interval. Then comes another record, in a differ­ ent handwriting,-- "January 1,1780. Entered into rest, Kathrina, widow of Adriau Bloss, aged 70 years." Seveu months a wife, one month a mother, fifty years a childless widow.-- Wide Awake. •Vena has a rival, I fear, and that is "What made her so short. This girl-- moor though she may be, and much •less artistically beautiful--has a face •>rorth a thousand of the other. She is | "ta trouble, too, of some kind. I am ^orry."" He sauntered slowly to and fro, still thinking of the mournful countenance. "*rlien he heard voices. One belonged to the stranger; he knew it by it sorrow- -ful modulations. The others were Mrs. Willoughby--a woman of an iron-gray face, whose strength of nerve was a -fixed fact--and Morena's. 'I am sorry your mother is sick, aud The King with the Female Soldiers. The King of Dahomey is a man of education and accomplishments. He was reared in Pans and much money was spent and careful attention lavished took it up again ; there was no record ?P°n ^ instruction. But in an evil of the marriage. hour he fell in love with a Parisian Mefthwbile Sir Horace had taken his beaut7. ar>d because she would not have bride to her usual stopping place. The hlm the y°UD« man made UP hia mind next day he presented himself at the !that the hfe of * barbarian was prefer "ridge." Quietly he took Morena able to that of a cmhzed ftnd en,i«ht- aside. j ened being. He bade eternal adieu, "Can you keep a secret?" he asked. therefore, to the classics, the arts, and "Yes," was the reply. Her cheeks 8cience8 and zealously set himself flashed--she hoped stiil against hope. "Will you keep one?" he asked again, earnestly. "1 will," was the reply. The word was passed. "Rosalie is my wife," he half whis­ pered, while suddenly the blood seemed X will seud Wilson down there. Emery 1 to freeze, leaving her like an icy statue, might go for the doctor, but he is very j So intent was he that he did not notice busy on a salad for Mr. Willoughby, her altered demeanor, but went on hur- aud my husband is so particular. Tell j riedly : "For certain important reasons, wilson to put you up a few herbs^-it -this marriage must bp kept secret for a II, Ii' F. .'v-jHBs !•-**• : :' ite ISS-.V V ISSfc». v/iilre;"! may be that she is not so ill. "O, yes, she is very, very ill!" paur- tnured a voice which sent a sympathetic thrill through the heart of the young man. "But you know you're always frjght- • «ned to death about her," responded Morena, sharply. "For my part I think it all nonsense to frighten other people to death for^every little turn of this kind." "The hot blood rushed indignant to ffae cheek of the young man. "The heartless creature!" he said to himself. while. I have disclosed it to you that she may feel additional safety in this proof that I have honestly wed her. In two days I must hurry to London. Be my wife to Lady Rosalie, what she needs, and may God bless you!" O, bitter, bitter was that hour's ex- perience to the haughty Morena! to the pursuit of a barbarian career. His most remarkable reform as Kins of Dahomey was to surrotind himself with a body-guard of strapping women, regular Amazons, who rode horseback man-fashion, used the bow and spear, and wielded the'battle-ax with singular dexterity. His MajejM has a theory that these women ajgjf belter fighters than men and JtyfjpHnore' likely to be loyal to his int Keputatlon Kinked. Newspaper Agent--I have called, sir, to see if you would not like to subscribe to the daily or weekly edition of the Intelligencer. Farmer Hayseed--Looker here, you jest git away from here before any one sees ye. How d'ye s'pose us farmers „ „ . - • s could live these hard times if we was , Henceforth, she whispered, while her | suspected of readin' newspapers and eye gleamed, I will devote myself to renderin' ourselves incomnetaut fer iurv revenge! If he leaves her here,heleaves her forever!" "Rose, if you cannot be my wife, be renderin' ourselves incompetent fer jury dooty."--New York ll'eeicly. IHPBOVED Order of Red Men--In­ dians ordering pop ins^a^.of whisky. •« twmi During a performance in a variety hall in Yiehn* recently a panic was caused by au occurrence which had the effect of unstringing the nerves of a large por­ tion of tne audience. In front of the stage was a tank in which was floating' an enormous alligator. The tank was carefully railed in to .prevent any over- curious spectator from falling forward and making a meal for/fhe voracious- looking monster, and also to prevent the latter from making an expedition among the audience. The programs contained an announcement that the alligator would perform later on, and in the meantime a group of trained mon­ keys were amusing the audience with their clever trick. In the midst of this diversion a little girl, as pretty as a picture and faultlessly attired, who was among the occupants of one of the stage boxes that li'erally overhung the tank, in her apparent curiosity to watch the hideous saurian, tumbled for­ ward and before her agonized mother could put forth a hand to save her, had fallen within the railing, and was cling­ ing to the edge of the tank with her little feet dangling in the-water. There was a simultaneous shriek from about two thousand throats as the spectators saw what had occurred, and a dozen frenzied men tried to extricate them­ selves from their seats and rush to the rescue. Before anything could be done, however, the brutal monster had ob­ served the treat which was in store for it, and swimming directly for the spot where the child hung, opened its terri­ ble mouth. With one shriek of anguish the littl.e one disappeared into the horrible jaws of the reptile. By this time half a dozen men had arrived at the railing, but all they could see of the child they had come to rescuo was a faint streak of blood which marked the alligator's track in the water. While the men paused inactive, know­ ing not whether to fire off the revolvers they had prodnced and summarily dis­ patch the alligator, a man clad in an oilskin suit brushed his way past them on his way down from the gallery. The man was a Hercule? in build and looked like the hero of a Ouida rcfenance as he leaped nimblv over the rail aud draw­ ing a long-bladed knife from a sheath dangling at his side, prepared to face the terrible monster, which now turned upon him as ii aware of his intentions. Every arm seemed paralyzed as the by­ standers watched the strange combat between the man in the oil-skin and the ferocious saurian. The man had jumped into the water, and stood ready with his knife as the enormous am­ phibian made a lunge at him. Quick as lightning the man sank between the waters of the tank a3 his terribie ad­ versary rushed upou him, and before he rose to the surface the tank was dyed a vivid scarlet, whether from the life blood of the man or the alligator was not appaient till the hero rose to the surface and waved his hand aloft to show that he was all right, A tremendous cheer burst from the audience, and one of the men tried to get near enough to shoot at the alligator, but was afraid to fire lest his bullet should hit the wrong mark. The alli­ gator had evidently got the worst of the light so far, as he came forward slug­ gishly enough iu the next rounds and received another thrust from his agile foe, below the belt, which rendered him hors de 'combat. There was another flow of blood and the water in the tank changed to a vivid crimson, after which a heavy lifeless mass floated aimlessly upon the surface. It was the dead saurian. Bound after refund of ap­ plause greeted the fearless hero in the oilskin, but his program was not nearly completed yet. Seizing the trunk of his dead opponent with one hand, he started in to carve up his helpless foe with the manner of one accustomed to handling such jobs. The1 interior of the monster was soon re­ vealed by cutting away a large portion of the scaly body underneath, aud the intention of the brave fellow soon be­ came evident. He was going to recover what remained of the poor little victim whose untimely death had been avenged. A convulsive sob arose from the spell-bound audience as the rigid little form, bearing no marks of having been bitten, but very quiet and bloody, was drawn out from the sauiiaii's stomach. A moment later the childish corpse lost its rigidity and with a cry of joy the little innocent started up in the arms of her preserver and shouted in a very life-like manner, "Mamma, mamma" The lady iu the box, just re­ covered from her faint, came forward and took her darling from the arms of her burly rescuer--the man in the overalls (bowed to the audieu ce in reply to ther ceaseless applause and then two or three dozen people rushed forward and taking off rings and watches forced them upon the heroic looking fellow. It was not until the tank had been taken away and the man in the overalls, now clad in a faultless evening suit, had bowed to the audience once more that the people recognized the fact that the alligator act had been performed and that the ferocious-looking saurian was only a clever imitation in paper maclie with mechanical effects. The discon­ solate mother and the child whom the alligator had gobbled sat and Bmiled through the rest of the performance, and those who had been so spontane­ ously generous felt as . if their smiles werv tinged with a slight amount of ridicule. -- Vienna, Cor. to the New York Mercury. To Be a Good Teacher. Good health is particularly necessary for the teacher, as the labors of the school-room draw so constantly and heavily on the vocal, mental, and nerv­ ous forces. Teachers need to be con­ tinually on their guard against anything which can interfere with their physical well-being. This precaution has also a moral significance and importance. Of course, the more liberal and thor­ ough the education, the better the foundation on which the teacher's woik is based; but there have been manv great scholars who have proved very poor teachers, for the possession of knowledge by no means implies the ability to impart it. It is safe to as­ sume that natural talent in this direc­ tion is the best possible test of the "born teacher." In addition to what is usually included in a liberal education, a knowledge of the comparatively mod­ ern science of psychology is indispens­ able, familiarity with the laws which control the development of mind, the material upon which the teacher ex­ clusively works. If she succeeds in her work without this knowledge, her suc­ cess will result "more from good luck than good looking to," or be the out­ come of a happy intuition which, un­ fortunately, few possess. Thii branch of science has but lately been accorded its proper place in our curriculum, but every day strengthens its claim to be considered the corner-stone educational structure. Martin Luther asserted in his cast- iron style of rhetoric, "Unless a school­ master knows how to sing I think him of no account." Such a test would ma­ terially decrease the number of peda­ gogues ; nevertheless, it is true that such ability is of the greatest service to the teacher. The physical benefit result­ ing from singing is sufficient reason for its use, even if no other existed; but it is peculiarly valuable as a source of en­ joyment to children, and a grri&t aid in the preservation of order. Even a little knowledge of drawing place* a mighty power in the hand of the teacher. Noth­ ing so much helps to make instruction clear and impressive as simple and rapid illustration, particularly iu the primary grades. At present these two accomplishments--improperly so termed, for they are really essentials-- are requited in most schools. The children of to-day, who are the teachers of to-morrow, are receiving thorough in­ struction in these two matters, and ex­ perience proves that it is almost as in­ stinctive for them to sing and draw as for a bird to fly.--Caroline B. Le Roio, in LadieiC Home Journal. A *3,000,000 Farm. One Of the most valuable farms in the United Btates if not in the world is situated between Sixth and Seventh avenues and One Hundred and Fortieth and one Hundred and Forty-fifth streets, New York. It is owned by the million­ aire Watt brothers, Thomas L- and Archibald, and is valued at $3,000,000. The farm is a combination poultry farm, pigeon loft, cattle ranch, sheep- fold, collie kennel, Shetland pony stable, racing stud, terrapin farm,peach orchard and vineyard. The farm is not the growth of a day but began its modest beginning many years ago when Archibald developed his boyish taste for poultry raising. At first "he raised fancy breeds exclusively pnd his enter­ prise became generally known until about 1876 he was induced to institute the Spring Hill Poultry Farm. He then sold his chickens for $5 to $75 each and his eggs brought from $5 to $15 for a setting. The farm was the great­ est poultry establishment in the coun­ try and contained 18,000 fowls. There were twenty-three incubators and every Thursday 1,200 chickens were turned out by them and were transferred to the nurser to spend their infancy in quiet. Happy lives they led, living on rye, meal, corn, and greens, until they reached the age of thirteen weeks; then they were fattened and were ready foi the knife. Of course a certain propor- portion of them were kept alive either for the laying room or for sale. Now for the past few years Mr. Watt keeps fewer hens but can stili lay claim to having one of the finest poultry yards in the country. " . Some three years ago Mr. "Watt add­ ed terrapin farming to poultry raising and has ;now about thirty-five fat and agile turtles. The Watt brothers are lineal de­ scendants of the great James Watt, the inventor of the steam engine, and both are of inventive turn of mine. Thomas L. has designed all his own stables and spends rnueh of bis time in the car­ penter shop When not at mechanical work he is at the pigeon house or the buildings devoted to the use of cows sheep, collies, or horses. There are over 1,000 pigeons on the farm. The cows are all Jerseys with pedigrees run­ ning back to the-dark age-iof cattle his­ tory. The horses aire oi the Shetland breed and'are splendid specimens. Skilled in- ZlaliiMd. On June 19, 1870, Lord Sydney in­ formed the Duke of Bassano of the death of the Prince Imperial. At first the Duke refused to break the news to the Empress, but at lost consented and went to her. The Empress was much surprised to see him so early, and at ,once remarked!-- "You have news from Znluland?" "Yes, madam, but not good news." "Louis is ill?. Well, my dear Duke let us depart immediately to nurse him." "There was afiglit,"' said the Duke. "Ishe wounded?" The Duke simply bent his head. " We can set out to-day. even. The ships leave port every day." The Empress then ordered all neces­ saries to be got ready without delay. "Is the wound serious?" she asked, not daring to look at the Duke, who was still standing at the entrance of the room. She then went up to htm and looked at him with great ainxiety. Tears were rolling down the Duke's eheeks, and the impress burst into a great fit ol sobbing, for she now understood all. Curious TTork Dene by a Clock. Darius L. Goff, at. Pawtueket, R. I., is one of the proprietors of one of the great braid works, but has a fancy for mechanical and electrical experiments. He has in his front hall a tall, old-fash­ ioned clock, an heirloom, which, strange to say, never runs down. It stands near the front door, and is connected with it by a rod with gearing attach­ ments. Wrhenever the door is opened or closed the winding arrangements are given a turn, so that the act of entering or leaving the house keeps the clock constantly wound. But this is not all. By means of electrical appliances oper­ ated by the dock in its movements, the gas in the hall is raised at dusk and low­ ered at bedtime, an early rising bell is rung in the servants' hall, a later rising bell is rung to summon the family from their repose, and still an hour later the clock rings the breakfast bell. When­ ever it strikes the hour, soft musical cathedral chimes are struck simultane­ ously in the chambers, and for a mo­ ment the house is filled with melody. Had Mr. Goff lived and conjured in witchcraft days he would certainly have been hanged.--Boston Advertiser. Speed of a l*o«omottve. It seems to be quite clear that ii steam enough could be supplied to a locomotive engine any speed could be attained, unless the resistance to its progress augmented in such a propor­ tion that the boiler pressure was not great enough to overcome it, says the Engineer. The engine would then be, to use a marine phrase, "locked up." We know that a velocity of as much as 72 mile3 an hour on a level a well-de­ signed single-driver light engine will run with the throttle but little open, and apparently exerting very little power indeed. It is not easy to see why an addition of eight miles an hour should pile up the resistance as it is said to do. The question seems, how­ ever, to bristle with anomalies and con­ tradictions of the most vexatious and we are at times tempted to believe that these difficulties have no existence in fact--are for the most part the creations of fanpy. IT is quite a significant fact that the road to wealth is full of rocks. Changed by Kindneaa. The old fable of the t<un and tlui wind striving for the mastery has been well illustrated by recent events in China. The wind blew its fiercest upon the traveler without any other effect than causing him to wrap his cloak tighter about him. The sun, however, simply shone upon the man with such gentle force as to make him Bpeedily throw aside his cloak. China lias for many centuries carried out, so far as it was possible, a policy of rigid exclusive- ness, which the western nations have endeavored to overcome, when peace­ able measures failed, by force of arms. Though in the course of the last fifty years many of the oid restrictions on foreign intercourse have been removed, yet the mass of the people still regard Europeans and Americans as "foreign devils;" while the Government in its official dealings with the representatives of Christian powers has always assumed a certain air of contemptuous superi­ ority which ha? been at times both langhable and irritating. Such wa* the condition of affairs when, in 1888, a terrible flood, followed by ai equally destructive famine, deso­ lated the proviace of which Shanghai and Nanking are the principle cities. The sympathies of the English who lived in that j?art of the Empire were deeply touched by the sight of so much suffering, and they made urgent appeals to their countrymen to aid them in sup­ plying these starving millions with food. Generous responses came from all parts of the United Kingdom and India. The Queen headed the Mansion House fund in London with a subscription of one hundred pounds. The money re- ceived was expended iu the most careful aud judicious manner, all engaged in the work giving their services. This was not the first time that the English had relieved similar suffering in China, but all previous charities had been accepted with a gracious con- decension on the part of the rulers, as if it were a kind of tribute paid by vassals. A very different feeling, how­ ever, manifested itself on this occasion on the part both of a high official and of the Emperor himself. The Viceroy of Nanking sent a memo­ rial to Peking by special messenger last autumn, in which he expresses the warmest recognition of the assistance given by the Shanghai relief committee. They "spread the intelligence" of the famine, it said "to the gentry and rich people of foreign countries, who, thinking upon the goodness of the Sacred Dynasty pervading the universe, did, even in the most distant places, with one aeeord readily, and with a joy­ ful love of charity, give donations." The Viceroy calls especial attention to the fact that the committee "devoted every iota of the amount collected to the public good, withont charging any­ thing for expenses.'7 He recommended in closing that a letter be written by the Yamen ofi Foreign Affair, thanking the Queen of England for the "mark ol her sympathy for our people," and that Mr. Drummond, the chairman of the relief committee, be decorated with the button of a mandarin of the* third rank. A few years a^o a governor who had dared to write such a dispatch, and to make such recommendations would have been instantly recalled to in disgrace. Upon this memorial the; Emperor, using the vermillion pencil, wrote: "Let it be as legueated, and let the Yamen take note thereof. Respect this." The power of disinterested charity in overcoming prejudice andi hatred has rarely been better illus­ trated than bv this incident. Their Lot Quite Fortunate) Scattered along the coast of West Africa in Sierra Leone and Liberia are' a number of settlements known as An­ gola Town and Congo Town. The- ancestors of the people who live in these little hamlets were born hundreds of miles south of the places where their children are found to-day. They were natives of Angola and the Conge region. Many of them belong to the' great Bantee family, and they know very different languages from those oi the negro tribes among whom they now live. These liandfuls of Southern African people scattered apiont the in­ habitants of Liberia and Sierra> Leone are more fortunate than many thou­ sands of their friends who toiled away their lives as slaves on the plantations of the West Indies and Brazil. Foi these settlements were made by rescued' slaves, who were taken by the cruisers of the civilized nations from the holds of alive vessels. They were-bound for the West Indies or Brazil, for very few of the Congo or Angola blacks were brought to this country. Probably ninety-nine in a hundred of Hie black residents of this country came origin­ ally from the west coast, between Sene- gambia and Cameroons, while Brazil received most of her hundreds o£ thousands of slaves from Congolanxl and Angola. So these more fortunate captives, who were rescued before they had been taken far from their native land, were settled far north of the Congo at points where they could be protected against slavers. There they have lived ever since, and not a few of the children born in their new homes still talk the languages of the southern tribe3. Many of them have been Christianized, are tolerably industrious, and their lot has been quite fortunate, considering the terrible fate they so narrowly escaped. WhlstUnsforSMto, Mr. F. F. Payne, of Toronto, records an interesting faet which often came under his notice dnring a prolonged stay at Hudson Strait. "Here," he says, "the Esquimau might often be seen lying at full length at the edge oi an ice floe, and, although no seals could be seen, they persistently whistled in a low note similar to that often used in calling tame pigeons, or, if words can express my meaning, like a plaintive phew-ew, few, few, the first note being prolonged at least three seconds. If there were any seals within hearing dis­ tance, they were invariably attracted to the spot, and it was amusing to see them lifting themselves as high as pos­ sible out of the water, and slowly shak­ ing their heads, as though highly de­ lighted with the music. ' "Here they would remain for some time, until one, perhaps more venture­ some than the rest, would come within striking distance of the Esquimau, who would often change the seal's tone of joy to one of sorrow, the others mak­ ing off as fast as possible. The whist­ ling had to be continuous, and was more effective if performed by another Esquimau a short distance back from the one lying motionless at the edge of the ice. I may add that the experi­ ment was often tried by myself with the same result."--American Naturalist. RESOLVED, never to do anything, which, if I should see in another, I should count a just occasion to despite him for, or to think anyway more meanly of luna. WISE AND UNWISE, [Culled from onr Exchange*.] THK Art Preservative--Putting up jam. A BASK act--Laying the foundation for a monument. ADVERTISEMENTS of Faber1* pencils should be set up leaded. "I HEARD a compliment for you last night, Miriam." "What was it, Lizette?" "Col. Bronson said you were exceedingly well-preserved." "WHEN I asked her to marry she be­ gan to shrink like--like a flannel shirt." "That's an odd comparisons What do you mean ?" "Well, it's true. She got up around my neck." WELL, I must go now," said Chollies. " What's your hurry ?" asked Ethel. " It is five minutes of 12, and my motto ip life is, 'Never to put off till to-morrow what you can do to-day."' - j "I HAVE changed my mind," said Mr. Pools, loftily, when his wife reminded him that he had promised her a new hat. "I pity the one you chauged with," j-aid Mrs. Poots, scornfully. MCMACKIN--Didn't yez phromise me th' p'sition av dog-drowner if I sup­ ported yez? Alderman O'Fenelly--Oi • did not. McMackin--Hivin bless th' pliunograph! Listen t' th' wurruds yez said. • FiBST*Bohemian--Poor Roundabout did not live long after his marriage, did "he? Second Bohemian--No, poor old W- You see, marriage entirely changed his mode of living. He fell into regular habits and it killed him. WIPE---You don't speak to me as af­ fectionately as you used to, George. I think you have ceased to love me. Hus­ band--Thero you are again! Ceased to love you! Why, I love you better than my life. Now shut up and let me read my paper. MRS. GOSSIP--Anything new to-day? Mrs. Knowall -Yes, they say Mr. Blinks killed his wife. "Shouldn't wonder. I'll just bet he did, too." "And they say Mr. Finks has given a large sum of money to an orphan asylum." "Hum-- I don't believe it." BLIFFERS (to his best girl)--The worst about the death of poor Whiffers is that compromising letters were found in his pockets. I should hat& awfully to have such a thing happen to me. Miffers (a rival)--Yes, Bliffers, take good care of yourself. "EVA," he said softly, as they strolled through the park, "let me call you Eve. It will make this place seem still more like a Garden of Eden." "Certainly, George," replied the bewitchifig maid, "but I can't call you Adam. You--you are not my first man, you know. Not by several, George." NEW Father-in-law--Well, sir, the ceremony is over, and now that yoa are the husband of my daughter I want to give you a little advice. What would you do if you should wake up some night and find burglars in the house? Bridegroom--I should tell them tbat my father-in-law forgot to give my wife a wedding dowry, and they'd go away. OKE of the Justices of the Peace was appealed to by a woman who wanted a warrant for the arrest of her husband for not supporting the family. "Why," she says, "he has only brought home' two sacks of flour, a bushel of potatoes and a cow in two weeks. I have said I would not live with him another day, but as I have just set a hen it seems bard to break up and leave." OUR GROCER'S 'FAILING. EH.8- goods are of the latest and their quality tlM Btraighxest. And his trade ia quite aa booming as any meruhunt in the land. Very few can touch his prices on floors, teas ot epices, and hia sugar it ia guiltless of-a single grain of sand. Ha is spry enough, and clever, and he makes a atrougemieavor to anticipate his customers with agility and dash. But his natura is too trusting, aud he's on tha point of busting; for he always gets the omiit an>l too seldom gets the cash. --aimeriaati Grocer. Ke»k the Memory. No doubt the ideal condition would be that in which we all exercised activ­ ity of every kind in suitable proportions --that in which ther® was due perform­ ance of function by all parts of the organism--for functional activity tends to preservation. But our existence is not ideal, and we have to take it as we find it, says a writer. Most of us liavo to work the brain more or less to the neglect of the bodv, and many have to work it far too much. It is this condi­ tion of things--the prevalent overwork of the brain and neglect of the body-- which has led to the indiscriminate in­ sistence of the necessity of exercise. But here comes the point. Brain and body do not stand on each si<Je a3 co­ ordinate halves of the organism. The brain may be worked while the body remains idle; but the opposite is not possible. The body cannot work and brain remain idle; for the stimulus which sets the muscles iu motion comes from the brain. Bodily exlfaustion is not mut- cular, but nervous, which ex­ plains the extraordinary capacity shown by muscles under exceptional stimulus, as in delirium or great mental excite­ ment. The remedy for too much brain work, therefore, is not the addition of bodily work, but less brain work first of all. What the tired brain wants is iest, and exercise is not rest. Take the converse. Does any one recommend mental work to the man who has had a hard day's physical labor? Such a man is inca­ pable of mental work, because his brain is exhausted even more thau his mus­ cles. What he wants is rest--to do nothing; and so he generally goes to sleep, which is the best and completest way of doing nothing. Hia Head was Level. A tramp who was rubbing a Wood­ ward avenue lamppost the other day struck a pedestrian for a dime, saying he wanted to get a bite lo eat. "Why don't you try some of thois houses around here ?" was asked. "I've tried all but one on this block, and the people are either away or down on the purfesh." "But why didn't you try that one?" "I'm no fool, mister. I may not be purty, but I've got some common sense." "Well!" "Well, follow the street sprinkler and J you can't go wrong. When It -eaves a dry spot in front of a man's house vou just keep away from that man. That's where they tie ropes around the chil­ dren's bodies just befote feeding time." --Detroit Free Press. To His Friends. • Tom---Women, when they buy cigars for their husbands, invariably buy pretty poor ones. Have you not noticed it? Jack--Yes. That is my experienoe. My wife bought me a box of cigars for a birthday present, and it is absolutely impossible to smoke them. Tom--I suppose you threw them away. Jack--Oh, no. I give them to my friends when they oome to see me. \ Have one?--Fan*ee.B{a<fe. , ^ C •#".> • :