J UIMU uummumi tiuMuu i am But she has malice toward her kind - A cruel tongue and a jealous mind. Void of pity, aud full of greed. She judgee the world by her narrow creed. A brewer of quarrels, a breeder of hate. Yet she holds the key to "society's" gate. The other woman, with a heart of flame, % Went mad for a love that marred her name. And out of the grave of her murdered faith She rose like a soul that has passed thro' death Her aim is noble, her pity so broad It covers the world tike the mercy of God. A healer of discord, a soother of woes, Peace follows her footsteps wherever she goes, The worthier life of the two, no doubt; And "society" locks hor out. —Ella Wheeler Wllco*. ALFRED'S PIPE. ( Gran'iua Hubbeli did not like tobacco smoke. Throughout the many years ol her wedded life she had tried hard to learn to like the odor of it, but had fail ed. Ilpr husband, however, supposed that she was fond of it. Men are clumsy about such things. They do not feel oul the truth as women do. They trust tc their senses and their reason, and there fore women ciieat them. "It is the dear man's only fault," Charlotte Hubbeli had said to herseli when she was a young wife, "and he shall never know that I dislike it." . For more than forty years she had lovingly deceived him. After supper she would bring his slippers and his pipe; and he, stupid lover, would pufl aud toast his feet and say and feel: "Here is peace that passeth under standing." Then lie would look up into the lightly curling smoke and try to think how miserable lie should be if he had found a wifo whose tastes were not thus suited to his own. And he would lay her head upon his shoulder and kis3 hor; and that was all she wished. It told her he was happy in her love. Once, in the street, she passed a man and faintly caught the odor of his freshly lighted cigar. She rather liked it. "If Alfred would smoke cigars!" she thought. Slyly she laid away spare money uutil she had enough. Then one day she called the judgment of a friend into service, and that evening she brought thgftippcrs and a box of choice cigars. Her husband took her in his arms aud blessed her for her thoughtfulness "Always thinking of my pleasure," he said. "But, sweetheart, you should have purchased something for yourself in stead. The pipe is good enough for me.' "Nothing but the best is good enough for you," she said, honestly and proudly. She had really forgotten that she had bought the cigars for herself. "You precious woman!" he replied, still holding her in his arms, and ther* in sweet, deep silence they drank the joy that blesses only such immortal souls as merge thus, two in one. "But, my darling," he at length contin ued, "I am not going to smoke these cigars. They are too choice, t<x> exjiou sive. I cannot afford such luxuri"-.. Wo will keep tlieni for special <v *<oua, when our friends come to sv ii- The old pipe is good enough for mo He thought he had said it ••!; awk ward man. And she let him co.itiuue to ' think so, tactful woman, ilut she knew he liked the pipe better. Alfred Hublieil was not the kind of man to become wealthy. Ho had not an extravagant habit, unless iudulgenoe of a generous nature be extravagance. He was a furrier with a well established trade, but lie was honest and charitable, and these two qualities are seldom united with that other quality which piles up fortunes. Yet he was coo ton I and his wife was content, and ;. Iter all contentment is the only real wn.Mi "My pipe is the only hixnrv . •• .J," he said. "His pipe is his only vice," sr.id a.is. When he had his smoke in the evening he always laid his pipe upon the little lampstand near his easy chair. The next morning Mrs. Hubbeli put it out of sight Sometimes it made her almost sick to handle it, for, like all true lovers of the pipe, ho clung to one until it was so saturated with tobacco oil its odor was unspeakable. The children of the neighborhood had learned to love her and call her"gran'ma." In the years long gone she had borne and nursed two babes, but they had died upon iier breast. Let no man try to tell what this must mean. The language ol j imagination fails. Experience alone can know the thrill of motherhood, the purifying sorrow of its loss. She was everybody's gran'ma now that she wat and ever must be nobody's. When the financial panic swept like a blight over the country the furriers were among the first to feel its damning breath. When economy becomes neces sary to men accustomed to the luxuries they buy more wine, they go oftener to the theatre, they get faster and costliex horses; these are the diverting influences that keep their minds turned from theit troubles. But it is the women who sup port the furriers, and women suffer losses in another way—a harder and a braver way. Man runs away from sorrow; women faces it and bears it He flees and frightens it with laughter; she stays and welcomes it with tears. He spends; she saves. Mr. Hubbeli now passed bis evenings down town. The presence of the men he met inspired him with the courage he felt he soon should need, for men are <\ brave only in groups. Pride is the brav ery of man. , When the sheriff put his padlock on the Hubbeli store the proprietor felt better, more at ease. The worst had come. The agony of expectation, at least, was at an end. Then, too, he had been providing against this situation, and had engaged provisionally with a wealthy eastern house to go to Hudson Bay and spend the winter buying furs for it. Gran'ma, too, had been prepared for this. She had wept in secret over the dread prospect, and bravely smiled when he was near. It was their first parting. "And he so old and feeble and accus- pipe more vigorously than ever before since the night prior to the birth of their first little one. He tried to hide behind the bank of smoke that trouble might not find him. Gran'ma slowly rocked back and forth in her little low chair, her hand in his upon her lap. Both had a single thought. Neither spoke. At last he )'id the pipe upon the stand, and soon the house was dark. #• Gran'tna's kiudly eyes were red with weeping. She sat alone. She had never felt so much alone before. She arose to put the house in order. She put out her hand to take the pipe, the old black pipe, from the stand where he had laid it. Then she stopped and brushed her eyes, and went about the other work. More than once she started to remove the pipe, but 6topped and said: "Not yet." Neighbors came in to. cheer iter up. All sniffed the pipe and made her sad. One of them said: "What is that I smell?" Gran'ma answered: "It is Alfred's pipe. It is dreadful; but I—l can't take it away ) —not now." "Nor I wouldn't," said the woman tenderly. "I will after a while," said gran'ma, the tears coming to her eyes again. When a week had gone by the pipe still lay upon the stand. A neighbor's child came in. "Gran'ma. why don't you throw that nasty old pipe outdoors?" "I can't, my child." "I can," and the child reached for it. Gran'ma grasped the little arm so sud denly, almost roughly, that the child began to cry "Don't touch it—don't ever touch it," said gran'ma, with something like se verity, and then she knelt and pressed the frightened child close to her breast and smoothed it with her tender kisses. Poor gran'ma's eyes were red most of the time now. The passing days did not seem to take her grief away with them. The pipe was in its now accustomed place, and gran'ma cautioned everybody not to touch it. She talked so much abont it and was so eurneet in her warn ings that the people in the neighborhood looked sorrowful and tapped their tem ples with their finger tips and shook their heads. The children went still further. They told goblin stories about die old black pipe, and one of theui de clared that she had seen a pair of fiery eyes down in the bowl and heard a groan. In a few weeas uobody but the post man made calls on gran'ma. One day at last he also ceased to come. Poor gran'ma sat and watched and waited, but'he passed the house and went upon his way. Then for hours the dry eyed woman sat and gazed upon the dear old pipe and felt that it was all of life for her. Could she but have wept! But grief had dried the fountains of her heart. " Why did 1 let him go front me? Why did I let him go?" she moaned. One night site thought site heard a tap upon the door. Iler heart stood still. "They've brought his body home," she thought. The blood rushed aud hounded through her head. She heard only its heavy sound She swooned and sank from her chair. W hen she regained her consciousness site looked first to see that the pipe was undisturbed, then hurried to the door. Ail was dark and dreary. No one was there. She went to bed, and nature kindly sent her off to sleep. Some time in the night she awoke with a great indefinable joy in her heart. What was it? A presentiment of some impending happiness? She seemed to breathe it from the very air. It touched her senses from afar and penetrated to her very soul. What could it be? It seemed to come with greater and still greater force. It was—yes, now she knew—it was tobacco smoke. And then her husband softly opened the chamber door and she saw him standing there, the old black pipe between his lips and curls of smoke above his head. "You did not get my telegram?" he asked when they had wept and laughed together on eacli other's breast. "No. When?" "Why, yesterday." It was the messenger who brought the gladsome newß whom she had heard the evening before.—Washington Post. The Alligators' Nest. Alligators' nests resemble hay cocks more than anything else to which they can be compared. They average about four feet in height and about five feet in diameter and are constructed of grasses and herbage. First the mother 'gator deposits one layer of eggs on a floor of mortar, and having covered this with a stratum of mud and herbage about eight inches thick, lays another set of eggs upon that, and so on to the top, there being commonly from 100 to 200 eggs in a nest. With their tails they then beat down the tall grass and weeds, to pre vent the approach of unseen enemies. The female watches ler eggs until they are hatched by the heat of the sun, and then takes ler brood under her own care, defending them and providing for their subsistence. Dr. Lutzemburg, of New Orleans, once packed one of these nests for shipment to St. Petersburg, but they 1 latched out before they were start ed on the long voyage, and were kept about the doctor's premises, running all over the hcxise, up and down stairs, whining like young puppies.—St. Louis Republic. Flavoring Eggs. It is not generally known tliat eggs can be easily flavored to suit the taste. They at once absorb any fragrance or odor with which they are placed in con tact, and by storing the eggs in a basket lined with roses or violets they will short ly be found to have acquired the flavor of the flowers; and by packing them in barrels of straw they soon acquire the flavor of the straw, as is well known.— New York Commercial Advertiser. ... . - - —mi ,mw ■ ■■ -rmr An Ancient Art In Which the liritone and Romans Were Adepts —The Process as It Is Carried on In u modern Shop—Not a Very Lucrative Calling. Wicker work is world wide and of an cient date. The Romans found wicker boats covered with skins in use among the ancient natives of Britain. Round boats of wicker work, covered with bitu men or skins, were used on the Tigris and Euphrates in the time of Herodotus, and similar boats are still used there. In India boats of a similar form and con struction are Btill in use for crossing rapid rivers; they are made of bamboo and skins and require only a few hours' labor. The ancient Britons manufactured wicker vessels with extraordinary skill and ingenuity. Their costly and elegant baskets are mentioned by Juvenal in speaking of the extravagance of the Romans in his time. The natives of South America made baskets of rushes so closely woven as to hold liquids. The natives of Tasmania wove similar water tight vessels of leaves. The Kaffers and Hottentots are skilled inweaving the roots of certain plants. Shiel 1... in ancient times, were con structed of wicker work, plain or cov ered !i hides, and are still in use anio<-. . tain savage tribes. Wicker wo; , i.-i now largely used for the bodies of light carriages. In different parts of the world, houses, huts, gates, fences, sledges and shoes are formed by this ancient and universal art. In the construction of the rudest kind of a basket the twigs or rods are assorted according to their size and use and left considerably longer than tho work to be woven. Thov are laid on tho floor in pairs parallel to oach other and at small intervals apart and in tho direction of the lua de.meter of the basket. Two large r • are laid across tho parallel rods i.an i.ioir thick ends toward the workman, w ho is to put his foot on thein and VV:M'. ~ IHEM ouo at a time alter nately el.'! and under those first laid down, c.nd'inng them in their places. This form <; he foundation of tho baskol and is lee ...i-ally called the slat or slate. Then the ion;; end of oue of these twe rods is woven over and under the pain of short ends all round the bottom til. the whole is woven in. The same it done with tlieother rod, and then addi tional long ones are woven in till tin bottom of the basket is of sufficient size, lite sitles are formed by sharpening tin large ends of enough stout rods to form the rils.. an I plaiting or forcing thi shai|M>ii "i " tls into the bottom of thi baskc. t !•■••.i the circumference towari tho co; i, i. i en raising the rods in tlu direction i:i sides of the basket are tj have eii.l weaving other rods lietweot them lid the liasket is of the requirsd dep.i. I" a brim is formed by bending down .> ' fastening the perpendieulat Bid; .* • ribs, whereby the whole it firm 1 iiipactly united. A handle is lit: iiasket by forcing two or three i rods of the right length dow ~ ,n.tC of the sides close t< each • . ; pinning them fast about twoi i' - u-'.uw the brim, so that th haiidhi. i->tain its position when com pleted. 'I he ends of the rods are Uvea bound or plaited in any way the work men may choose. There are twelre firms of basket mak ers in Detroit, employing about 100 per sons, mostly men and boys. It is seldom that a girl is employed in this business, and titers are no women. The reason assigned is that the only thing tbey oould GO would be to plat, and there is so much licnding over in the work. Besides this the cutting of splints and I lands is very heavy work. The men an.l beys work ten hours a day when thrv do not work by the piece, and the avenge wages are from $5 to $lO per week. Piece workers somotimes average $lB per week, but that is when the bas ket maker is especially skillful. The (asket principally manufactured in the city is the splint, the splints being shavings cut from Norway pine and in a large variety of sizes, some covered and some open, from a quart to a bushel and a half. Tho largest sized covered baskets are used extensively by florists in which to convoy cut flowers, and are packed in the delivery wagons. Traveling lunch baskets are made of the Norway splints, and are used generally for the festive picnic and for traveling purposes where a cold luucli is the comfortable and eco nomical ideu. The splints are woven in diamond . :pe. and the market baskets of this mat- rial are called diamond bas kets. Other market baskets are made of the osier willow, the osiers coming from various parts of Michigan. Of the willow baskets, there is the clothes hamper, the clothes basket and open and covered market baskets varying in size, but all having a special form. The willows are prepared by tlie boil ing process for tire purpose of peeling them. Tbey are then allowed to cool, and axe tied up in bundles for future use. They are split as they are needed for use by passing them through a small knife, set in a block. A great many wild wil lows are used, but only in rough baskets, such as open market baskets. Cultivated willows are used for the finer qualities of baskets and willow chairs and cradles, and the tops of children's carriages. The willows are grown in swampy places that cannot be utilized for other purposes without draining. Tho fancy baskets are principally im ported from Germany. TJhe gaudily stained Indian basket is made on Wal poie island, but there is not near so many made on that island as heretofore. The wood, principally black ash and latterly rock elm, has been exhausted, and they have got to get their material in Canada. Mostly market baskets are made by the Indians. The general condition of those who are engaged in the manufacture of baskets and wicker work generally is one of fair living, with close economy, since the business is one which is not of a nature to develop great establishments and con centrate great wealth.—Detroit News. editor,who deaired to publish a complete list of ladies who would receive New Year's calls, arrayed a dozen or twenty reporters in immaculate dress suits, put them in carriages and started them around to investigate. There was an un- THE BOYS IN SWALLOW TAILS, certain feeling among some, who were not used to the costume, as they rolled up to stone front houses in luxurious coaches—a nervousness at the scantiness of their coat tails, their vast white shirt fronts, their ministerial ties. But the scheme panned out well in results, and the ingenious editor, who had pressed into the service many a novice in social customs, spread page after page of very choice news before his readers. There is nothing that a newspaper man can stop at in order to get informa tion. When Commodore Vanderbilt lay on hi 3 dentil bed the city dailies kept re lays of reporters in a room convenient to the house, and every moment of the day and night for many days eaeli paper bad its eye on the events passing within the stricken home. It is needless to say that, the interest of the general public was just as great as that of the newspaper men, and the first greeting of the morn ing and one repealed all day was. "What is the news about Vanderbilt?" This was morel; waiting for the ex pected, and was a ease of slieer patience. It is the man or woman who refuses to be interviewed, and places all manner of guards against the newspaper man, that gives the trouble. The noted burglar and murderer, Edward RulofT, after the discovery of his identity, which proved him an old and hardened villain, sul lenly refused to talk to anybody except the sheriff. RulofV was in jail at Bing hamton, under trial for murdering a clerk who had attempted to defend bis employer's premises from burglary. He bad a New York history, and was anx ious to keep it hidden, so lie told the sheriff that he would refuse to see all newspaper men. The first real interview was obtained by a native of the town, who was a New York newspaper man, and whom the sheriff introduced under the pretense of investigating RulofTs philological system. The burglar-mur derer was a modern Eugene Aram, and had a hobby in philology. The key of all languages, according to his system, was L, M and R. The moment these were mentioned he would talk and un ravel his scheme, and incidentally, in recalling the wonderful triumphs, as he oallcd tlieni. of discovery and collation, lie told enough about himself, at least about his past, to furnish all the clews needed for hia complete identity, and also disclosed his habits and personal characteristics—points on which lie was reserved to the point of ugliness. What Floored Htm. A good theme for an article is thrift and its great value in the practical world. I cannot find a better text that this wise utterance of the facetious Mr. Wilkins Micawber to his young friend David Copperfield: "My other piece of advice, Copperfield," said Mr. Micawber, "you know. Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure nineteen, nineteen six; result, happiness. Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure twenty pounds, ought and six pence; result, misery. Tho blossom is blighted, the leaf withered, the god of day goes down upon the dreary scene and—and, in short, you are forever floored, as I am." Mr. Micawber liad felt the power of money and the extreme foolishness of lavishly throwing away time and op portunities and he posed as a counselor before young Copperfield.—Detroit Free Press. The English Cruiser Blake. Here is a picture of the new English cruiser Blake, riding at anchor in Ports mouth harbor. She is remarkable as being the heaviest unarmored cruiser in the world, her only protection being the steel deck which extends from end to end of her hull inside and covers all the vital parts. Speed is to be the Blake's particular characteristic. She will have two independent sets of triple expansion engines, which, under forced draught, will (or so my lords expect) develop 20,000 horse power and drive her twenty two knots an hour; and under natural draught will develop 13,000 horse power and drive her twenty knots. Her arma ment will consist of two 0.2-inch 22-ton guns and ten 6-inch breechloaders, be- THE BLAKE AT ANCHOK. side machine guns and torpedo tubes. Her length is 875 feet, her breadth 65 feet, her draught 37 feet forward and 38 feet aft, and her estimated cost £430,658. If she does all that her builders expect she will be cheap at> the money. within fifty yardß from me a flat, oval rock, some ten feet across, covered with bright green moss. In the center of this mossy couch a 2-year-old buck lay witb his left side toward me, his head erect, his large eyes glistening. I instantly covered him with my rifle. Then the true sportsman part of my nature came up and prevented mo from pressing the trigger. I held the rifle in position and studied the picture, which was one that even a Landseer or Vogt could not faith fully portray—the combination of shades of the dark evergreens in the background and the brilliant coloring of the mos3y carpet that covered the rocks, then the deer as it lay there a model of symmetry and alertness. As my arm began to tire in holding out the gun, the old Norse feeling took possession of me. A quick glance along the sights, a pressure of the trig ger, then the report and the air was full of smoke, and the beautiful deer lay on its side motionless. I approached it and saw that the bullet had gone true to its aim and entered the neck near the shoul der. 1 laid my rifle down, stepped on the rock and look it by the hind legs to turn it, so that its head would hang over the edge of the rock as I bled it. The next moment I was where—no matter where. It's nobody's business but my own—and i..e deer's—where 1 was, whether recli..ing or erect, head or heels up. Whew! but talk about a mule's kicking, no double team of mules could kick out as that dead deer did. 1 picked myself up and also picked up my gun hastily. There lay tiie deer apparently dead. I cautiously approached it again and punched its head with my rifle. Not a move. Then I touched his shoulder, which caused a slight quivering of the muscles of the shoulder and forward. I touched his hindquarters; then hotv his heels flew out. There it lay without fur ther motion. I stooped over and [ laced my hand over its heart and felt it heat, md came near getting my head kicked off, which caused that kind of nonsense to bo summarily stopped.—Forest and Stream. A !I*U<llh.N The negroes living on Craig's Branch, just south of Tallahassee, Fia., says The Montgomery (Ala.) Advertiser, are very much exercised over the appearance of a ghost in that neighborhood. It is de scribed as a tall, headless man, dressed in flowing white robes, and lias been seen by several of the negroes walking alongside the branch, as though in search of some lost object, evidertly his head. An aged negro man, who has lived there many years, says that about sixty years ago a beautiful young lady, daugh ter of a wealthy citizen of Tallahassee, went out one bright Sabliath, accompa nied by her Newfoundland 'log, for n walk to Craig's Branch, plucking wild flowers along the wayside. Just before reaching the branch her dog, became very much excited, and tugged and pulled at her skirts as though atteu ... ing to make her turn back. She pai , attention to his antics for some tinn , - he finally caught her skirt in hi. teeth and refused to budge another inch. She turned and saw her lover coming toward her. When within several foot of iier several Indians sprang from cover, firing I heir guns as they rose, and the young uiau fell at her feet a corpse. She ran and reached the city in safety. A party from Tallahassee went out and lirought in the body, its head being completely riddled with buckshot. This old negro says he has seen the ghost on several oc casions. Collapse of FalstafTa Stomach. This is the way Hackett, the most uoted of modern Falstaffs, had a had joke played ou him in an Edinburgh theatre. On this particular occasion, in one of his great scenes, Hackett found that his stomach began to collapse, tie wore, as all Falstaffs do, an imuien e paunch, which, in Hackett's case, was made of a wind bag. It was found that a stuffed "stomach" in hot weather was a terrific burden to an actor, and at last some costumer invented one which fitted the dress to perfection, but was filled with air. The wearer blew it up, screw ed on the top and then it was all right. One of Hackett's enemies this evening had pricked a hole in liis false abdomen, not large enough to make it collapse all at once, but by degrees, and Hackett found at the end of one scene that he was not quite as stout as he was before, and said to his dressing man; "This is not all right; I feel a looseness; see if this screw is not unfastened." Every thing was apparently in order, and he went ou again. He continued to decrease in size, till at last there came a rush of wind and the stomach disappeared alto gether, the actor finishing the scene as best he could and the audience convulsed with laughter.—Philadelphia Press. A Wonderful Lily. One sometimes hears of the wouderful productiveness of the golden lily—Liliurn Auratum, Lindley. Some years ago an instance was recorded of one stalk, un der cultivation, bearing no less than thirty-five flowers. This happened at Pitlour, in Fifeshire, Scotland, in 1886. The record is quite beaten by a plant in the garden of a foreign resi ' nt at Ka ruizawa, which iB now bearing no fewer than fifty-seven flowers on one stalk. The stalk itself is six feet high, and toward the upper end it flattens out, the buds hanging like keys on a board. The upper extremity is cleft Room is thus al lowed for the remarkable luxuriance of flowering just described. In The Far East of Sept. 16, 1872, it is stated: This summer there grew in the garden of Mr. G. C. Pearson, on the Bluff (No. Ill), Yokohama, two stems from one bulb. Oue was a fair specimen of the ordinary, flowering of tho plant, having eighteen flowers upon it; but the other, upon a broad, fiat stem, about an inch and a half in width, but thin as a lath, had no! lees than sixty-threo buds, of which fifty-two were\ in full flower at one time.—Japas Weekly Mail. "men's minds, If one oTTEe many en terprising newspapers of the day was to inaugurate a competition in which every man had to give an accurate description of the kind of woman most prone to fas cinate him, many readers would, I j think, be astonished. Noah Webster's definition of the word fascination is, "The exercise of a power ful or irresistible influence on the affec tions and passions," and lie gives as secondary explanation, "Unseeu, inex plicable influence, witchcraft, enchant ment." In the words "inexplicable in fluence" the learned doctor seems to have summed up neatly the whole ques tion. Who can explain what is fre quently the case, that of two men of as nearly as possible the same cast of mind, the one will And a woman irresistibly fascinating, while on the other she might not exert the slightest attractive influence? Such u problem is as hard to solve as why the guileless rabbit, instead of putting his best leg forward and mak ing a bolt, circles round the snake, which he knows only too well intends to make a meal of him. The wise heathen Aristotle said: "No man loves but that ho is first delighted with comeliness and beauty, and beauty is for the most part the bait which lures a victim into the meshes of the snare, but not always." Dr. Webster, too, seems to imply by his definition that in the power of fascination, whether exer cised by man or woman, there lurks a certain sexual affinity. Yet one of the most fascinating women of history was Germainc Necker, afterwards Miue. de Stael, though contemporaneous record tells us that she was anything but a beauty, and that lier dress was not only hideous, but sinned against every princi ple of good taste. Women, however, whose names will lie handed down to posterity as having founded noted salons, or having pro vided the magnetic influence to gather a brillant coterie of wit and talent, have, for tliemost part, been beautiful "iteau ty is the common object of all love, as jets draw a straw, BO dotli U SUI., inve." Beauty will ahvavs attract, at a; rate momentarily: but most men. if li. imd that a lovely face is but a m.i cover ing a void cranium, will cease to natter around the flame. There are, however, striking exceptions to this rule on rec ord. Perhaps the best instance is that <>t the infatuation of Prince Maurice do Talley rand, onco Abbe do Perigord and bishop of Autun, for that lovely blonde, .11 me. Grant, afterward Mute. Talleyrand. Her gross stupidity was proverbial, and fur nished amusement for the salons of Mme. do Stael and others, which her husband frequented. But in the majority of cases something more is necessary than comeliness of face to really fascinate men, especially such men as the "Prince of Diplomats," and this something is the instinctive faculty which enables a woman to adapt her mind to and enter into the spirit of her companion for the time being. Thus, in my own exjierience, 1 have' seen a learned professor discoursing elo quently on the scupture of ancient Greeco to a young lady whose tastes w -re- in reality centered in dogs and horses. Ilad he known her true proclivities, he would have stood aghast at sucli utter barbar ism; yet such was her genial, sympa thetic influence on his mind that he pro nounced her the most charming of her sex—second only, of course, to his stout and learned wife. Had the intercourse been indefinitely prolonged, doubtless the potency of the spell would have van ished; for, in reality, there was little or nothing in common between the two minds. The power of fascination inherent in woman may, however, bo divided into two kinds. All of us have 6een the old lady, generally white haired, with kind ly, pleasant features, on which time has set no unfriendly mark, who still retains all her attractiveness. Note how the boys and girls adore her; they will go to her and confide their sorrows, their hopes, their ambitions, even when they would not breatho a word to their mothers. The kindly, living interest in a lad's af fairs by such an one has time and again first implanted the impulses in his heart which eventually led him on to an honor able career. Quickly, almost by stealth, the good is done by such, and the good seed sown wliich will ripen in after time into a rich and abundant crop. On the other hand, we have most of us seen, perhaps in real life, certainly on the Stage, the fascinating adventuress who, by her enthralling beaute de diable, enslaves men's souls and leads them (on the stage) to dare all for her sake. Such is directly opposed to the sweet old lady in her old fashioned chair, and these two form the opposite poles between which the women who fascinate vary.—Francis- Trevelyan in Saturday Review. The First Lightning: Rod. Everybody believes that Franklin was the inventor and constructor of the first lightning rod. In this one particular everybody is mistaken. The first light ning catcher was not invented by the great philosopher, but by a poor monk of Seuttenberg, Bohemia, who put up the first lightning rod on the palace of the curator of Preditz, Moravia, June 15, 1754. The name of the inventive monk was ProhopDilwisch. The apparatus was composed of a polo surmounted by an iron rod, supporting twelve • curved branches and terminating in as many metallic boxes filled with iron ore and inclosed by a wooden box-like cover, traversed by twenty-seven iron pointed rods, the bases of which found a resting place in tire ore box. The entire system of wires was united to the earth by a large chain. The enemies oC Diiwisch, jealous of his success, excited peasants of the locality against him, and, under the pretext that his lightning rod was the causo of the excessive dry weather, had the rod taken down and the inventor imprisoned. Years afterwards M. Mel sen used the multiple pointed rod as an invention of his own,—St. Louis Re public,
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