aselees ; who will ne'er Alive in earth or air eball disappear Before the sweep of his remorseiess scythe, Farewell, bright Barnum! many an hour Of wholesome pleasure we've epjoyed from ne, If great historians can extol tte man © shows us in the field of wicked ‘O bumanizer of wild beasts ! ro thee, —W. M. This isn Spring. When the ps gots back in the trees, and bees Is a buzziu’ aroun’ again, In that kiud of a Iszy “go-as-you-please” Old gait they bom roun’ in: When tbe groun’s all bald where the hay rick t stoo And the crick’s riz, and the breeze Ocaxes the bloom in the old dogwood, And the green gits back in the trees. LT like, as I say, sich scenes as these, The time when the green gits back in the eB, When the whole tail-feathers o' winter time Is a1) pulled out and gone! And the sap it thaws and begins to climb, ut on When the green gits back in the trees— Jes’ a-potterin’ roun’ as I—durn—piess— —— iad greep, you know, gets back in the ees —James Whitcomb Riley. CONVENTIUNALITY, How It Was Thrown to the Winds by a Lady in a Street Car. Did you ever think whst an odd thing conventionnlity is? The uawritten cody of good manuere, for instance—which—is quite spars from the laws of etiquetrce— pisces man on a plane higher than the anims!, and makes the humblesat human _being-ovhave'-with-propricty, uot tO BBY good breeding, in pabiic. Bus the other day a etreet oar wau the scene of a bit of unconventionality that cans:d a commotion among the psasenvera. from its very “queerness.” The car was well filled when a well-creesed woman entered. From all appesracces sho belonged in the “lady” ’ eategory, for ber pown wae of the beat sad fitted her admirably, ard she wore freob gloves, and, what is more to the pur- pose, her countenance bespoke refinement and intelligence. No sconer, however, was abe sested than, openiug a paper bag which phe carried, togesher with ber maff, she took ous 8 corn bread moflin, and began nibbling it with the gasto of a hungry ohild. Tho passengers opposite gazed at the operation with some surprise, bat there obeervancs made no impression, for, having disposed of thie corn cake, ahe drew forth @ second, and, sficr eyeing it well, devoured that ia the esme nibbling fashion as its predecesior. By this time every eye inthe oar was fixed on the “lady,” and more than ore wioked telographically to draw attention to the frée and cary lunch, bat its consumer apparently took no heed, for she went on eating corn cakes until the little paper bag was emp- tied, and then, equeezing 1; into & ball, she onat it onthe floor, Her unconscicusness was tho most singular pert of the whole performance, for nos o sign escaped her that she was doing anything uncommon or that tho attention of the crowded public ponveyano: wae fastened ob her. Some one suggested that the three muffins were eaten ona wager, bat it is more likely thet the well-dressed being was defiant of con- vention, and belongea to the new class of “independents.” At all events, she amused a lot of people, and carried some of them beyond their deatination in their desire to see the end of the performance. Persistent ia His Doings. New York Herald: Sanso—The young fool wouldn't listen to reason. He tram- pied all family and social ties under foot and went on the stage. Rodd —And what ia he doing now? Sanso—Still trampling tiea under foot— raitroad ties. nder Ground. Bridges— How is your son getting on with that peper he is ranriog ? Brooks—Well, be got it so far under ground that he's had to change its name from the Setting Sun to the Colliers’ Gazette. Might Object. New York Herald: Maud—Thia book on “ Health" says young girls who wish to have bright eyes and rosy cheeks should take a tramp through the woods each morning before breakfast. Gladys—'Spose the tramp should objoot? Small Protits, New York Times: Drug Olerk (to firanger)—What do you wish, sir? Stranger—I wish you ‘good morning,” sir. Whereis your direotory ? ae } A Lucry are the women who live in New Bouth Wales. Sir Henry Parkes, the Premier, announced in Parliament yester- day that his Government would introduce a Bill providing for their enfra:.chizement. —The salaries of Now York sohool teach- ets are very poor, the vacations in a year amount to about three months, and the t feist oureelves quite habitues of Can- ada's commercial capital, and accustomed to her ways. Qaite conscientiously, too, could we paso master with the most exact- jag Capadian in paying due tribute to the comforts, the conveniences, and the splen- dor of the Windsor Hotel. Aeat Qaebec, our thoughts irresistibly turned to the contraet between this proud and eplendid city, with her besntifal building, and churches, and universities, to the nestling Indian village found by Jacques Oartier at the foot of the moun- tain whicu he first called Mont Roysl (the royal mountain), in honor of bis King. We fancied we could see the groups of ’ braves,” with their equaws and children crowding out of sheir little huts to look at these strange beings ; the women stroking the moustaches and beards of the explorera, to make sare of their reality ; the infirm, and sick, and feeble, with their paralyzed ohiet at their head, imploring for the “heslipg touch” which they believed these denizens of another world could give. The words which were spoken by Maison- neuve, the leader of the little band of forty-five emigrants who landed on the island of Montreal in 1642, with the inten. tion of founding s colony and a mis3ion, have indeed come trus. No sooner had the httle party landed than they gathered togesher for prayer and ic consecration of their mission in this new land, and at the close of their worship Maisonneuve turaed to bis companions and said, ‘* You area grain of mustard seed that shall rise and grow till its branches overshadow the earth. Youare few, but your workis the work of God. Hissmile ie on you, and your cbildren eball fill the land.” any were the vicissitades which that little colony had to pass through, many were the heroes and heroines whom they were destined to nurture amidst the rough «xperiecce cf » life spant in constant-dread Vaud danger of the Indian’s tomahawk and souiping knife. Bat Maisonneuve’s words proved prophutio, and in place of the small parricaged fort of Villa Marie of Montreal, defended bya few missionaries and devoted women, there rears itself the largest, most prosperous city in Canada, ebeltered by her Royel Mountain, on whieh she lavizhea ber proud oare. On toe sides of the mountain itcelf large and most cerefully-tended oemeterivs bave been Isid ous separately for Protestants and Roman Catholics, and are considered ooe of the sights of the place. We drove through them, admiring many strange bright plants and trees, and then we wended oar way to return a visit made to us in the morning by an old friend of the family, Mr. Crombie, who had been for many yeers a London city missionary. And then I must tell you of the evening we epent at the besntiful house of Bir Donald Smith, whose name ia a household word in Canads, ag well it may be, for he has soted the part of a fairy godfather to hia adopted country. I think your editor must some day fry if Sir Donald cannot be persuaded to tell the H. H A. some of his etories of the by-gone days of the Hudeon’a Bsy Company, of which he is president, sod in whose service he has taken many an adventurous journey. He could tell us not only ot the hardships of oold, but of the hardshipa of heat, which beset the hunter. That very evening we were with him he told us of the terrors of the Labrador mos- quitoes, and how they vanquished men who woold fly from no other enemy. He instanced one case in which a friend of bia was so sensitive to their bites that he ha to stop every half-hour on the march to wash away the blood which was pouring from his head and face. We bad all manner of stories that night, for amongst Sir Donald’s guests were Mr. Shaughnessy, the Vice-President of the Canadian Pacifico Railway; the Rev. Mr. Barolay* pons many of you may have heard «, os he was _ colleague with Dr. Macgregor, at 8t. Onth- bert’s, Edinburgh, for some years before going to the Montreal ocongre- gation, by whom he is held in such high esteem ; and lest, bat not least, Father Lacombe, & priest miseionary among the Indians, who haa given all his life to their cause. Iam getting a photograph of him engraved, so that you may have a glimpse of the kindly, noble old face, He lives far away in the Northwest, and is not often eeen in civiJized haunts, but his name is everywhere loved and respected among Prosestants and Ruman Ostholios alike. His life of love and whole-hearted devotion to his mission has gainedfor him enormous influence amongst ‘ me3 sauvages,” as he playfolly calls them. His talk with us will always be a happy remembrance ; his fatherly solicitude over bis flock and the way in which he identifies himeelf with them is moat touching. ‘ You must never drive the Indians or frighten them ; you must draw them by ever tell- ing them of the love of the Father.” Only once, he told us, was he in momentary danger from any Indian. An Indian lad had been f g into bad ways, and Father Lacombe told him that if he sisted in these ways he would surely reap the fruits f hissin. A few days later the boy was ill, and Father Lacombe went to see him, and laying bis hand on his knee, asked him how hewas ‘The boy jumped up in afury, and ascizing a knife, made a Lge at the » which, fortunately, the S inconveniences they suffer are keener than misaionary, latter she world is aware... eluded by a rapid movement. The boy \ the half-breeds, and we were told on all bands how magnificent hie tall, manly figure looked in uniform, and how his con- duot with the troops won for him universal respect. I wish you could bave heard him desoribing the services be had in far out- of-the- way places on the Sabbaths. The military band led tae Psalms and hymns, and the hoss of men's voices rose up in the open sir where divine worship had never before awakened echoes, and amongst the worshippers were found lonely settlers who had for years been far from acy church, and who bailed thia opportunity of joining in public prayer and praise once more, and to whose eyes the sound of the well-known tunes brought tears of joy. Bus the boat which is to take us west- ward is waiting for us at Lechine, and if we sre to arrive at Hamilton next month we must hurry westwards. So, good-bye, Sir Donald, snd good-bye to your guests ; but au revoir ! SLICK HOTEL BEAT, His Clothes Seized in One House He Gets Square With Another, The fellow had no baggage when he}l registered first at the Markham House Saturday, but hada very glib tongue and told such a plausible story that he was mitted to resister and given a room, says the Chattanocga Times. He was weil dreased and a very pleasant spoken fellow, and his bill for extras soon assamed startling proportions. The hotel people became alarmed, and after he had been there several days a arty stopping there told them be was a at. The clerk fixed up a scheme, and that evening he got-into the fellow's room on come pretext atter he had retired, and calmly gathering up the fellow’s oont, vest and pants tcld him they could re. _deemed-at the office for the amount of his o E ‘Lhe fellow’s nerve did not desert him even in this extremity. He borrowed a meckintosh cost from the clerk which reached to his heels, which he put on over his underclothing, in order to go after aome money, and walked to thie Kimball House, where he boldly registered and was shown toarcom, leaving word that when his baggage arrived it was to be kept until he got up in the morning, At about 8 o'clock on Sandsy morning he osme jamping downstairs, makiag » great noiee of a tale of robbery,iu which he had lost his clothes and $865 in cash. The hotel management, without stopping to investigate the fellow, got him a new suit of clothes end paid him $85 rather than bave such a notoriety attached to the honss. The fellow then walked back tothe Markham House, paid bis bill, obtained his clothes and jamped out cf town. Peary'’s Proposed Expedition. Lieutenant R. E. Peary, of the United States Navy, who baa already made a trip start on another expedition to fiud the northern extremity of that country. There is no intention of trying to reach the North Pole, bat simply to explore the unknown northern coast of Greenland, and set at rest the question whether that country is a continent or an island. To accomplish this purpose Lieutenant Peary proposes to stars with sledges and a well-equipped party over the inland ice from the neighborhood of Smith q| Sound, and to travel along the margin of the ice within sight of the west coast of Greenland to its northern limit. Peary’s past experience will be usefal in this enter- prise, and the establishment of depots along the route, well stocked with provi- sions, will be of material advantage. Geographers are agreed as to the impor- tance of completing the map of Greenland, especially its northern boundary ; and past efforts show that nothing more in this direction is to ba expected by the Robeson Channel route. The successful journey of Dr. Nansen acroes Greenland in 1888 is evidence in favor of the feasibility of using the inland ice as a means of travel, and the daring Peary has certainly a fair prospect of success. One Customer Found. New York Weekly: Stranger— Have you Rudyard Kipling’s criticism of Chi- oago ? Chicago Dealer—Yes, sir. Don's seem to be much demand — Btranger—Give me balf adozen copies. Desler—Certainly. Certainly. How is everything down in St. Louis? In No Danger. Mrs. Chugwater—Look out, Jocish! I'm going to throw at thoze hens. r. Chugwater (slarmed)— Where are o ey? * Right behind you.” (Relieved)—Fire away Samantha, fire awsy.. ee Is There s Hitch ? The Rochester Herald of yesterday said : The Canadian Pacific bas not got into New York yet, if the reports are true. Opposition on the part of the Lake Shore and Michigan Central portions of the Van- derbils system may lead to a revision of the example would beso usefal. Is iv the emier pas, the first move in these matters, that makes the difficulty. If Newfound- land would only go, perhaps the other colonies would follow suit. What I want to know, is England the better for her Colonies ? Not a single brass farthing. Ono the contrary she would be infinitely richer, infinitely, super-iufinitely, more respectable, more reepected, and be- yond all comparison whatever more power- fal without them. Why, the only one of the colonies ehe has bad thatis a feather ia ber cap ig the United States of America. This independent colony, because itis in- dependent, and grest, and power- fcl, and progressive, really is a credit to the mother ovuntry Bat as for the others, I don’t see that we get much oredit out of them while they remain in » state of impotent (snd per- petually equalling) babyhood, and if we pes no credit out of them, I am sure we get no cash. Oa the contrary we are alwaye being compelled to put our hands in oor pockets on account of these British bant lings and ne’er-do-wells, tili they learn to set up for themesives and ran on their own egs. Itis said that trade follows the flag. There never was such nonsense. Trede follows the language, naturally, when thc re is no interference. anally it is not al- lowed to follow its natural bent, and then trade takes s sonsible view of the situasiop, aud paying not the slightest regard either tothe fisg or the language, follows tne customs duties. Where the customs duties arelowocr nil, trade goes on; where :ha castome dutiea are high, trace keeps cus Trade ia nos s fool at all. Trade-doce—ror conduct its busivegg op she principles of an after-dinner speech at the Mansion House. ‘But then," it is said, “ there is prestige. Has-prestige no valne ?” Wel}, -of course; it has some; but the question is, as Dr. Johnson would have said, what do you vive forit? It is nota more profitable transac tion to give a shilliog’s worth of cash for « sixpenny worth of prestige than to give two tay pheasants in the hand for one eparrow in the bush. I can understand prestige being sometimes valuable as a ‘ cheap de- fence of nations; but here we are paying infinitely more to guard our prestige than we pay to guard ourseivee, maintaining gets at enormous ccst in this, that, and the other ocean, whereas the only fiset we really want isa good fleet in the ‘Silver stresk " shat surrounds us. Again it is objected, ‘but there is senti- ment.” Well, l confess I have no eenti- ment about the Colonists. i am, indeed, in what a theologian would oall ‘perfect charity” with them. I wish them no evil, far fromit. BatI oan't distinguish them from people of a host of other national- ities with whom I have nothing whatever in common. The mere facts that they are, in a oertain very much mixed and mainly conventional sense, own idiom own language, are contrary, I find them profoundly uninter- esting} and as for the * Great Statesmen” whom ‘they ocoazionally send over, on a retarn ticket, well, they may be great statesmen ‘over there,’ just as “ over there," ‘as I am informed, the common Scotch thistle sometimes forgets that it isa weed, and lifts ite head with something like the magnificence of forest shrub. Bus *‘ over here,” as distinguished from “over there,” van 4 slways appear to me vory like what any British vestryman might be, if he hod been watered a little more (well, yes, and perhaps scaped a little more), and grown under a bell glaes—jast about the difference, in fact, between a cauliflower bought at Les Halles and a cauliflower bought st Covent-garden. If, therefore, the emancipation of the Colonies ia desir- able on other grounds, I ees no reason to oppose it dn the ground of sentiment. So far, in fact, sa I can gee, the main thing in common between Englishmen and Colonists ia the bad language which they both use in moments of irritation. Now,a curse isa trampery thing to be sentimental abouts. As for the Colonists themselves, I cannot for the life of me understand how they can be oontent to go on in their present hobbledehoy garments, trandling their little one-horse chaises of countries which not one European ont of ten can epot without the aid ofa map. Howsver,thatia the Colonists’ own affair. don't want to hurry them ou’ of knickerbookers and to stir them up to the ty of s latch-key, if they do not themselves feel old enough. Personally (but, of course, it is a mere ‘) matter of taste), it seems to me preferable to be the native of a country of some sort than tobe, merely the native of some country’s back garden. I don’t think I should care much to be a native of a South American Republio, ~ But I would sooner (st least when no revolution was cing on) bea native of a South American public than a mere colonist of any kind. Asa Chilian, a Pernvian, or a Brazilian, I think I could bold up my head. Now, really don’t think I could aga New South Welshman, or rather New South Welsh boy. ~ Bat, as I said before, it is all a matter of ‘taste. Ifs man likes to be all his dayaa | hobbledehoy, let him. thé agreement between the New York! The orisis in the Lisbon Cabinet has Oentrai and Canadian Pacific. been settled. m t flesh and blood,” and speak (usually at in-| Pour into the interior of Greenland, is about to ae ames RE SS RD RE | not enough to endear them to me. On the| a. a i st ee a eam nena ers pi Come on at Once. | ‘TRIP OF THE ABERDEENS, [hed words spoken to him} TRADE, PRESTIGE AND SENTIMENT. THE DSMON JEALOUSY. Come on ot once; a few days before, and thought eee onmecieranvad ease” Lu icine pa am wind crush this tireless, frosty dragon. Through Oanada With a Kodak" by Se oe tosehing bier Saar tere The Relations Between Great Britain an How it feparated a New York ere ou cB’ . mere rf mon . We're listening for your waggon wheels, . Ber Ladyship. work done for the Totland by this good man Her Oolonies. . Oouple, ho cold impatient nature fee eee hese. the Sa sempaar rem — . —— 7 ‘ nalations of parts of § and other SOME PLAIN SPEAKING. , Como on at once with flowers and birds, THE 8OJOUBN AT MONTEE AL. | ooks for their use. He says that when he : Tears, Tender Missives,- Polson and a During the recent Dominion election a eaghigy — erect le a is quite worn outwith active work be will] ..,naign, the duty of Canadian loyaisy to Stomach Pomp Play Imyortent Keles And eet abe oe remed streamiets flowing. (From “ Onward and Upward.”) come and build a hermitage near Haddo the shar Country was often referred to in » Remance of Real Lile—Pretty Come on at once and dress the trees ‘s Gind to seo you &t Montreal!’ Well House and write books for and about his and the man who dared to suggess chat Termination ofa “Little Family Affair,” With eaves of rl jong sunny; and what do you think of Canada gq’ | indians. I wonder if he will write for} jive and loyalty should be reciprocal—that | They were the happiest married couple — a aluaoet out of wax and honey. “ Lord Aberdees, I think? You're heartily Once tived tal ‘ais alain we a Canadian was under no obligation to vare}in Madison street—all the neighbora . ” ‘ Come up at once and find the rose; welcome, sir!” ‘Grand hotel al sions adfionest ike Indieos, of ibe Obnren (en for England than Englishmen cared | acknowledged that. Fred. and Ella Wass- Nothing to beat it on the continent! 8 , for Canada—was overwhelmed with re-|m had been married f dy Woetnae te plane tei as aga Such like were the greetings which fell on} ° England's misgion and of our Presby-| ,poaches. It would be interesting to know thes sineed just ae ods ie we with 7- ¢ up and weigh her down with splendor. our ears as we entered the vast central ball} tian Oburch mission, which are doing |how large proportion of the people of che the d hen th nin on Come on at once aud blow your ath : splendid work, and for w T would like 8 peop eo ay when they were made ons of the Windsor Hotel, Montreal, after a} 5P England share the views expressed in the] and went to live in neatly furnished on: See a maple oe Bae'y ath hot and dusty railway journey from | © 8¢k your support. To-day I have simply |: jjowing editorial of London Truth : ments on Essex prem 7 i cee And life and hope will round you rally. Qaebec. This hall and the spacious} *°!d you our ae ny of one whois! ‘There are doubtless many advantages in|they moved to 107 Madi a wires, and Tux dining-saloon and public drawing-rooms of surely following Christ, if ever man did, | bheing a codfish, a lobster, a Frenchman or thelr ‘billin @ and dcdinge sanad st the hotel are practically = club for the and — aa nae ie lg mr s Newfoundlander, but I happen to be »| without cade The good wien in the rothena ¥ Barnum in His Coffin. inhabitanta of Montreal and ita visitors. Ciattioos ml os al ae aie much-enduring taxpayer of the (partially)| ment house held Fred up to their hus- A men of mark has fallen. Strange to think Hers we find many of our fellow-passen- soul say, “God speed.” Meanwhile United eg ene Therefore, 1 take an|bands se a model, and the husbands That he why,.bo (and with reason too) gera from the Parisian again—here, too, ’ exclucively British view of the dispute, and|answered back thas any man who hed The lofty and the uncontested tit! was our captain; this celebrity sfd that I mueé tel! you how Mr. Barclay! wich from the bottom of my heart that the|a wife as affectionate and holpfak Of champion showman of the human race were pointed out to us by the head |J°ned with Pere Lacombe in telling us of | Nowfoundlanders would pluck up a little|as Ella Wassmann aldn't h Ip b t 3 Bhould lie on exhibition now himself, waive’ aa they eat at the iona.| ‘he Northwest. He hsd#gone with the), irit and outthe painter. Not at course, | home earl nighte ‘ona i ws his nee xn Destha crim ceteePoceant merece! |merable small tables at meals, and) Os2edian troops as chaplain, on this expe- that I consider Newfonndland’s going or every Gatardey with the seal on | the pay Than all the monsters that he e'er displayed:/ before many hours had passed we dition to quell the last insurrection amonget | st, ving of mach consequence in itself ; but|envelope unbroken. Fred wasa packer in the brass foundry of John froder, 225 Canal street, and when hia father dies lo will come into quite a bit of money. Elle’s parents live in Essex street. The Wasemanns had no children and us intimate friends, save # big policeman, who figures in the story only ag Billy, and to whom they confided their oconsionsl ~ amail troubles. Billy's eyes nearly balyed from their sockets in astonishment when . he beard what happened a few days eyo. Frora no cause at all, except perbaps tha eupersensitiveness that accompanies such deep mutnal affection, a cloud came upon the Wassmannos’ honeymoon. It became such a bigoloud fivally that it threatened all of asudden to send both husband sod wife broken-hearted to a commcn grave. Three weeks ago Fred stayed away irom work one day on the plea of sickness. a never told his wife about it, no one knows why, and when Zila accidentally discovered it the whole fabrio of their marital bappi- nees seemed threatened. The more sia thought about it the more it seemed as if she conld never be happy again. Ths demcn jealousy for the firat time appearcd in her life. Fred had another g:rl, she thought. There could be no other explanw tion. He was growing tured of his wife, as all men did sooner or inter, sad-eyed women had told her. She didn’t belteva them then, bat it must be true, ehe though’ now. When Fred was away, Elia oried all day, bus she was too proud to let him know it. She had a brave face when her busband came home, but she was quieter than usual and Fred thought she was cold. Sheu ho began to brood. He was only a workin«- mat, hethought. Perhaps sume one bettox locking and better dreased, some rich man's son, bad taken his darling's isncoy. 8o the breach widened, Ik doesn't—tabe mudh £6 make trouble between husbancl and wife when onoe suspicion or j-alousy enters the door. When Fred came bome from work Mor day night his wife waa gone. No snppsr had been prepared. He gasped at tick, and then he made up his mind to the awful trath—his wife had dessried him. Hs packed his bess anit of clothes and a fev other things in the valise and left the honee. He spent that night with a fellow-workma2 who iives in the ne > re. Wassmann came home Iste from a visit to her mother at 167 Eesex street. She almost ran up the stairs, only to find the roorus dark anddeserted. She sobbed her- self to sleep that night, and Tuesday went to the bress foundry. ad not bee: at work. @ could not work. He was walking the strects trying to ehut ont the awiul thoughts that crowded into his brain. Bat his absence confirmed the heart-broksn wife’s suspicions, and ehe went home and wrote this letter : DeaB FRED,—I see yeu took your sui can see all hope is lost with me. You canot live without your love, so I will end it «!! Ihave the courage. I have waited wits your supper for you until I looked o 4 A § our Good- it and 1 now i n the cloves t settled me, g ; dear, dear love, the one you love CLA. At the foot of . on't think hard of me, Market street is my grave." Ella pinned this letter to the tableclot!s and then went to Essex street to cry hex eyes out at her mother’s knee, as she did when a little girlh But Fred had shut out the thoughts of death in the river, and tho pistol and the rope, and he went home Wednesday, thinking that perhaps hig Eile bad come back, and knowing that if he only saw her desr face once more he would forgive everything. Then he found the letter. He sought bine costed Billy and ths policeman told him that it would all come out right and to go home and wait for his wife antilehe came. This cheered Fred a little and he went to his lonely home and waited. But no Ella oame, Yesterdsy morning about 9 o’slock the dark thoughts bad crowded all the hope and desire for life out of Fred's brain. He found some Paris green in a closet. His wife bed bo es, and he emiled grimly as tb® recollection as he mixed it in a cup and drank it off. Areenioal poisoning is very painful, and although Fred lay down on. the floor to die he waa very soon rolling around in terrible pain and orying lustily for aid. The neigi- bors heard him and an ambulance rattled op and Fred was taken to Gouverneur Hospital. Dr. L. 8. Donohue applied the stomach pump so vigorously that Fred will live, and he is very glad of it now. A neighbor went to Mrs. Wassmann's mother when Fred was taken to the hosgpi- tal and told Ells all about it. She raehed to his bedside in ward 12. There were shrieks and tears, explanations and em- braces and finally eternal protestations of fidelity and affection. There is no more jealousy or suspicion in the Wasamann household. Fred is pretty sick but very happy, and Ells, betwixt smiles and tears, is bustling about the apartments on Madi- son street, making them _and pre- tier than ever before against tomorrow's midday, for then Fred will be well enough to leave the hospital, and 4he honeymoon of the Wassmanne will enter on its second term.—N. Y. Recarder.