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There still remains the fact thfil the amount of power obtainable varies with the force .of the water movement, so that it hardly is advisable to use the generating wheels directly. Hence it is proposed to use the machine to pump sea water into the reservoirs trom which hydraulic power could tie ob­ tained for manufacturing, generating electricity, or other purposes. It is es­ timated that the eost of constructing a XOO-horse power motor . would be about $8,000, this includi rig_the_ neces­ sary supporting framework at the head of the pier, but hot the pier itself. From this statement the practical man may be able to form some idea as to the rela­ tive cost of power obtained from the waves, that furnished by steam being -taken as the standard: " _ .Another One of Those Things Ocfl Would Rather Have Left Unsaid. She had admired the men and though the years had come and gone and she was still Miss Brown her admiration had not abated, say the Detroit Free Press. On the contrary it had increased. She was of the modern woman school also, or at least wanted people to think so a nd as for herself, she thought, she was intensely interesting. To young Mr. Jones she had been lately addressing herself and young Mr. Jones didn't like it a little bit. In fact, young Mr. Jones usually fled when she appeared, but on this occasion she had taken him un­ awares and Was now holding him in her thrall in a pretty alcove in the con­ servatory. Just beyond them sat a pretty girl to whom young Mr. Jones was devoted and belonged to get over to her and oust the vapid youth who, young Mr. Jones was sure, was making desperate lovo to her. But Miss Brown held on like a turtle. J "Do yo'u know, Mr.' Jones," she was saying in her most intense fashion, "that the modern woman is an ideal to me?" "No, really, I don't know," confessed Mr. Jones, much against his will. "But it is true." she continued; "and, oh, Mr. Jones, some of the women we read of in books, see on the stage and hear of in daily life appeal ^o strongly to me!" "Yes?" said Mr. Jones, with a rising inflection. "Indeed, yes," she responded. Then with deep earnestness she turned tn him: "Did you know, Mr. Jones," she whis­ pered, almost tragically, "that I am a woman with a past?" Young Mr. Jones "was absorbed in m atching the pretty girl and tbe afore­ said youth. -- --- "Well," he replied in an absent-mind- ed sort of a way, "most women who had lived forty years weren't born yester­ day, don't you know?" Later in the evening young Mr. Jones told the pretty girl how it happened that Miss Brown would forever there­ after be to him only a stranger. Over the Kiver. On a pleasant day last autumn a lit­ tle tot of a boy was standing on the. dock looking out over the water toward the Canadian shore. He was so quiet and sad-eyed that a good-natured po­ liceman, who saw him there, came up to speak to him. Before he had a chance for that, however, the boy had spoken to him. "Is that heaven over there, sir?" he asked, with a faint tremor in his voice. "Well, I should say not, my little man," laughed the policeman. "That's Windsor." "Well, that's the river, isn't it?" ask­ ed the boy with a stubborn kind of per­ sistence which the policeman's laugh had not affected in the least. "Yes, that's the river. There ain't any mistake about that." "Then," said the boy, firmly, "that's heaven over there." The policeman looked at him curi­ ously. "What makes you say that?" inquir­ ed the policeman, with a smile of en­ couragement. "Because," and the boy's lip trembled and his eyes grew moist, "Mamma weir to heaven last week and she told nn she would meet her little boy there and yesterday when I asked papa where heaven was he told me it was over the river. Now, sir." and he was very ear­ nest and serious, "they wouldn't tell me stories, would they?" Then the big policeman sat down, and talcing the boy on his knee they talked together a long time.--Free Press. A Curious Hiding Place. Many people have curious hiding places in which they keep their savings, but there could hardly be a more in­ genious or curious "savings bank" than that which recently came to light iu Bucks County. An old woman who lived alone in a little cottage at Riegels- ville was known to have amassed con­ siderable wealth, and it was also known that she had no faith in the established banks and saving funds. Rut where the old woman kept her money was a mystery, until she came to die a few days ago. Then a thorough search was made of the premises, without disclos­ ing the hiding place. Finally, when the body was being prepared for burial, a porous plaster on the old woman's side was noticed, which did not lie as close to the skin as such plasters gener­ ally do. When the plaster was re­ moved a number of government bonds .representing the old woman's entire fortune, were found between it and the » skin.--Philadelphia Record. The Diversions of Bishops Fencing, as a rule, is not cultivated by ecclesiastics unless, perhaps, they happen to be military chaplains. There are at present, however, in France an archbishop and two bishops who are experts in the use of the foils. Mgr. Ardin. archbishop of Sens, has a bout with the skewers every morning in his palace. The bishop of Chalons (Mgr. Latty) is also a good fencer, but these two prelates are distanced by Bishop Batifolier of Mende. who is not only an I agile esCrimeur but rides and driven as well as some of the most finished sportsmen of the Jockey Club, thus . showing that the cares and responsibili­ ties of a diocese are not incompatible with the cultivation of worldly accom­ plishments.--Paris Letter to London Telegraph. •' \ Be-careful of the man who compli­ ments you; he is probably puffing you Up, with a view of cutting you open. YOUNGER To Draw To, A pair of wandering Willies sought All labor hard to sliun-^- Two souls with but a single thought, Two tramps that beat as one. Atlanta Journal. I looked.and saw a splendid pageantry Of beautiful wonien and of lordly men, Taking their pleasure in a flowery plain, Where poppies and the red anemone, And many another leaf of cramolsy, Flickered about their feet, and gave their stain To heels of iron OT satin, and the grain Of silken garments floating far and free. As in the dance they wove themselves, or strayed By twos together, or lightly smiled and bowed, Or curtsied to each other, or else played At games of mirth and pastime, unafraid In their delight; and all so high and proud, They seemed scarce of the earth where­ on they trod. I looked again and saw that flowery i-space Stirring, as if alive, beneath the tread That rested now upon an old mail's head, And upon a baby's gasping face, Or mother's bosom, or the rounded grace Of a girl's throat; and what had seemed the red Of flowers was blood, in gouts and gushes shed From hearts that broke under that frolic pace. And now and then from out the dreadful floor An arm or brow was lifted from the rest, As if to strike in madness, or implore For mercy; and anon some suffering breast Heaved from the mass and sank; and as before The revelers above them thronged and pressed. --William Dean Howells in Harper's Magazine. Might Have Known It. Where was it I kissed her? Or was it her sister? Mayhap 'twas neither-- Not like me either-- Or could I have missed her? 'Twas a rare osculation, A kiss of persuasion. Though I have forgot-- I know I ought not-- Who caused the elation ? And now I'm despairing. My mind 'tis impairing. Since if it were she At once I could be Now kisses declaring, And now I remember, It was in December, Somewhere in the South-- And full in the mouth, 'Twas there that I kissed her.- Both she and her sister. -New Orleans Picayune. A Feminine Fear. "I do t$gt care for office," They heard a fair one say; "The Legislature might keep in Upon a bargain day." -Washington Star. --*3 Preferred. What makes you rail about the snow And winter's cold misdeeds, And long for summer time to show?- It's sure to sprout the weeds. -Philadelphia Inquirer. Papa--Never, never play a trump when you can follow suit, Susie. Susie --The idea! How unkind of you, papa! I rather think I have played cards long enough to know that. What is the old trump, anyway ?--Tt-uth. "Now. here is a furnace that we guar­ antee to be simple enOTiglFToF the "av­ erage servant to run." "Um! What you need is one that will run iu spite of the average servant."--Smith, Gray & Co.'s Monthly. ' -- An American Custom. . Of course, if you walk on Chestnut street and take notice as you go along --all people should have observing eyes •--you will see men stopping to com­ pare their jpttches with the chronom­ eters in'ttie jewelers' windows. And If you have traveled abroad I venture AThen all wa^fill. ' • - Mr. llallw-dol ought to have been hap­ py so • mysterious an assurance Ilia; Ijis aspirations after youth would be realized; but lie Wasn't. Time sped on with artiazing rapidity, and he found himself getting younger with corres- Smlth--"The real estate market mult always be active, I should think." Brown--"Why £b?" Smith--"There are so many fellows nowadays who want the earth."--New York Sun.