V BEDTIME. ii 11 Last year mjr bedtime was it elsht, And every slnele nlftht I used- to wish the clock would wait, Or else stay out of night. It always seemed to me ; all nest hair hour 'd be The nicest time of ill the day Jf mother would agree. But she always shook her head, And sb tort of Jumped, and said, Why. It'a late alter eight. And It's lime you were In bed ! That clock would alwava do Its beat To alt all quiet there, vnlll I was my coiufyest In some big easy chair. Then Its striking would begin, And I'd tell my motherkln How I'd lust begun a chapter, and It was so i:frrUn'. And the end was Just ahead But she uturully said, No. It'a late after eight and It's time to go to bed. And now tnr bedtime Is ha'-past, Put yet that old clock does The same mean tricks It's Just as fast, ' Or faster the" Ii was. last night It sccicd to me , The next lialf tmur 'd Iw The nicest time of all the day J If mother would agree, j But ahe smiled and shook her head, And she kissed me while she said, Why, li's late ha'-past eight And It's time you went to b-d 1 Burges Johnson, In Harper's Magazine. 1 ii MY !! STRANGE PATIENT. J About two years ago there came to B a tall, handsome fellow, who gave the name of Mr. George Griffiths. He Sad a fearless eye, a cheerful, even Cental, expression, a well-molded, qulllne nose, and a splendid mustache trimmed and tended, evidently, with enfpuIouB care. There was no ob ious reason, certainly, why he should require my services. There was no joeslbility of making him better-look- "I hear that you are a specialist In dermatology," he began, after I had erected him with the usual formality. I admitted the soft impeachment. "Well," he went on, "I want you to perform a surgical feat on me. I want any nose altered." I expressed surprise, and assured him that, In my humble opinion, his nose Was best let alone. But he disputed this proposition, and insisted that he bad reason for being weary of the aquiline, and for craving a proboscis s unlike as possible to that with which nature had endowed him. See my cur iosity, and possibly not wishing to be deemed a madman, he proceeded to ex jplain them to me. "After several years roughing it in Texas," he said, "I have come back rich, and there is nothing to provent my enjoying myself but the pestering attentions of relatives whom I had hoped to have done with forever when I went away. But I cannot escape them or their importunities, and so, however eccentric you may think me, I must enlist your services. I pre sume there is no danger in the opera tion?" . "No danger," I replied, accepting his explanation as that of an eccentric man, whose affairs, after all, were no business of mine, "and very little pain practically none, in fact. But you must keep indoors for a few days after It Is over. When and where shall I call upon you?" "Could you not operate here, and now?" he asked. "Impossible. Yoflr journey home would not be without great risk." "But could I not stay here? Could you not accommodate me for the short time necessary? Doctor, I can pay you liberally for the sen-Ire. Consider; if I go home, my Identity would be again revealed to those from whom I desire to conceal It." 'This speech, one would have thought, would hare aroused my suspicion, but it did not The man's frank and open expression disarmed me entirely, and 1 could but look upon him as I had done previously, simply as an eccen tric Individual. It so happened that I had a spare room.. I could not regard the question of ' remuneration with Indifference, and so, to cut a long story abort, I consented. For the purpose of more conven iently operating, I suggested, some what timidly, the sacrifice of his beau-, tiful mustache. To my surprise, he' assented eagerly, and was for the ap plication of scissors and razor forth with. Ton would scarcely credit the difference the removal of this artistic hirsute appendage "the crop of many years," as be jokingly described it jrnde to my patient. It displayed what had been concealed before, his mouth, and the sinister expression of this was anich as to effectually nullify the honest geniality of hiB face. In fact the re moval of hiB mustache constituted as I promptly told him, a sufficient dis ajulse to baffle any number of inquisi tive relatives. But he insisted on the nasal operation nevertheless. Well, I performed it, and .when ten days later, Mr. George Griffiths left my house, with nothing but a rapidly healing and almost invisible ' Bear to blemish the straight nose which now adorned his face, I would have wagered my case of instruments to a ten-cent knife that the most obser vant of his previous acquaintances would never have recognized him. About a week after my eccentric pa tient's departure, the particulars, so far as they are known, of a remarkably brutal murder were made public. The body of a lady named Bates, evidently tabbed to death, had been discovered In a house In a Mott Haven suburb, Where she had resided with her hus band, who had now disappeared, and whose likeness and description were now freely circulated by the police. A brief amount of attention to these pub lished details was sufficient to convince me tbat my patient, Mr. George Grif fiths, was the criminal. I lost no time in commuulcatini what I knew to the police, by whom, It must be said, my story was received with some incredulity. You see, my special branch of surgery Is but little known to the public, and It was the opinion of the detectives that the mur derer had . left the country some time before Mr. Griffiths had quitted my house. But last August, happening to be on a visit to Newport, whither I had gone for a brief summer holiday and hav ing, by the way, largely succeeded In dismissing from my mind the events above related I was startled to see, seated at a table In the hotel, my no longer mysterious, but now dreadful, acquaintance, Mr. George Griffiths! My duty, I decided, after a moment's reflection, was plain to denounce nnd deliver him to (he authorities. Quickly, therefore, lest he should leave before I could have him arrested, I explained myself as well as I was able to the nearest policeman. He looked and was unbelieving. So, too, were the others whom he summoned to hear my story. That part of it which referred to, the operation was re ceived with a smile; and the upshot of it was that, so far from effecting my ex-patient's capture, I was myself lightly ridiculed as a madman. But I could not allow myself to lie baffled in what I considered my dear duty viz., to deliver a foul murderer to justice. I determined therefore, to renew my acquaintance with him there and then, to give him no inkling of my knowledge of the truth, and to communicate at once with the New York city police, while continuing to keep him under my own surveillance in Newport. When, with a polite bow, I approach ed and spoke to him, he recognized me at once; I could see that, though at first he pretended not to know me. We had a social glass together, and spoke of ma,ny matters of general In terest; I flattering myself that nothing In my conversation or bearing gave him the slightest ground to suspect me. Tbat same night I sent a brief tele gram to the police headquarters In the metropolis, stating my certain knowl edge that this man, changed though he was, was the murderer of Mrs. Bates, and suggesting that they should forthwith send to Newport a detective supplied with other distinguishing marks on Mr. Bates' person besides his aquiline nose and heavy mustache. During the next day I became very Intimate with my ex-patient, and, in pursuance of a scheme I had formed, invited him to bathe with mo in the ocean's billows. This he cheerfully did, being an admirable Bwimmer. Tbat very evening an answer to my telegram arrived in the person of a stalwart detective, who informed me that the real Mr. Bates had, as I sus pected, the distinguishing marks which could be verified; among them an an chor lattoed on the left forearm, which I had myself, of course, noticed while we were baffling together. To satisfy himself, before acting on the warrant he had brought with him, the detec tive, Mr. Hanway, it was agreed, should join our bathing party on thu morrow a simple and not disagreea ble preliminary to the contemplated arrest. But alas! for the schemes of mice and men! We called together at Mr. Griffiths' alias Bates' room in the morning and found him busy with some corresportdence. "If you will wait for me half an hour or so on the piazza," he said, "which your friend will find very pleasant, I'll join you for our swim in about half an hour." Suspecting nothing we took our leave, and waited for him as he had directed. But we waited In vain. Whether the features of my friend, Mr. Hajnway, were known to him or whether there had, in spite of my care, been anything in my manner to excite his suspicion, I cannot say. Suffice it that we re mained a full hour on the piazza, and then returned to his room, to learn tbat he was gone! Whither, we could never trace, and I have never seen him since. From that day to this he has baffled the skill of the police. New York Weekly. A Careless Golfer. Now when the supremacy of the Scot in golf has received at Deal its final knock or at least that is the view taken of it here something it due to soothe his wounded spirit. It must be acknowledged that he still holds the supremacy in golk stories. Here Is one which I got from a Scot last night In exchange for my sugges tion that he must feel as the English man felt when the Australians went home with the "ashes." The story is, at any rate, new in the South. A laird and his son were playing on the links at North Berwick. The son sent a ball whizzing past his father's ear. His caddie said, "Ye munna kill pa." Then, after a pause, "Maybe ye'll be the eldest son?" Manchester Guar dian. Dog Tales and Tails. "I have an unusually intelligent dog," said the man who likes to spin yarns when with a party of friends. "He was taught to say his prayers, and if you'll believe me, that dog now wags his tall whenever he sees a min ister anywhere near him." "I have a dog with even more In telligence than that," quietly returned a member of the party. "One day when he got out in the street some mischievous boys tied a tin can to his tail, and if you'll believe me, that dog headed for the nearest saloon and backed right up to the bar." Balti more American. The Tintype Boy. He loots so verv old and quaint. The 111 t lc Tintype liny, who slays In mother's box that she unlocks To show us children, rainy days. Ills Jacket short, his trousers long. Ills hat mill hair n curious style, And such a prim, nilir air with him 1 1 always wunt to smile. He lived, oh. many years ago. A long, long time aheml of me; Anil mother snvs hefore her days lie had tills picture taken. He Had many bonks to lenrn. she says, And scarcely ever saw a toy, And at hit school kept, every rule, yueer little Tintype Hoy ! What do yon think? I know him well! His name imtl mine are Jitsl the same. . He comes each night Rt canille-llght And Joins iu every lolly game. . I see him In the corner now, Ills face nil full of smiles and Joy. Wliv. don't von see my fulherV He Ib the llltle Tintype Hoy ! Nannie Hyrd Turner, In Youth's Com panion. Little Travelers. "Oh," cried Bobble, "see the funny llltle bug on my hand!" Papa looked up from his paper and saw that the little white object that Bobbie was holding was a little seed traveler. It had circled in through the window and was resting on his hand very lightly, as if It were ready to fly away again. "That is a little traveler," said papa; and then be blew ever so lightly, and the little whirling thing rose, and be ing caught by the dnift of the window, sailed away again. "Where Is the little traveler going, papa?" asked Babbie. "TO find his new home," said papa. "You know that his mother has been wise enough to start him In the right way. At first their home was low down in the grass, close to the earth, and there they lived In a snip.!!, round yellow house. You call It a dandelion, but It Is a little home full of brothers and sisters. Now this seed family have work to do In the world. They must go away and find a place for themselves, where they can bloom, tnd so make a new home. The mother dandelion knows that if they live so near the ground the seed babies will not be able to catch the breeze as it passes. So when the time for them lo go draws near, she runs up on a long stem, and so lifts the whole family up Into the sun and air, where the seed children may see the world, and go away to make a home for themselves. "The wise mother dresses them all in white, and of the thinnest material, so thpy will be as light, as feathers. "I think she even kisses thorn good bye as she lets thorn slip out of tho home, and when the breeze comes by they sail up, up, and out of the field and away over the hill until they come to some nice soft earth, and there they fall down nnd cling to the soil snugly, and hide until all the snow of winter has passed. Then they begin to grow, and make a dandelion of themselves and a lot of little seed babies of their own." "I am glad wo put that seed baby out of the window," said Bobbie. "Now he can find a place fur his home." "Perhaps it will be right under your window," said papa. II. C. Hill, In Youth's Companion. Hia Little Girl. Many peoplo live on top floors who never expect to get any nearer to heaven. But that was not the reason why Tom Cross and hiB family lived on the top floor. First, at least so Tom Cross claimed, they lived under the root because ho needed the exer cise the six long flights of stairs gave. him. His wife, Maggie, was a sickly, pale, little woman, and never came down stairs. So Tom had to run up and down and do all the errands and marketing. And it agreed with him, for in all the ward there was no finer specimen of manhood than big, six-foot Tom. But what Cross did not say was that they lived on the top floor because the root permitted his wife to get at least some of the fresh air she needed so much. A homo inado hammock and a few flowers betokened tho place where the poor Invalid inhaled the miserable substitute for invigorating mountain air. And then, of course, there was the necessity, for, with all his strength, Tom Cross earned very little as truck driver. He was a good man In his railing and no exception to other truck-drivers in the use of forcible and convincing language, and was not thought capable of emotions. But Annie, his little daughter, knew dlffcr- ly. In the morning before going to his work, he would take the little tot on his knees and sing to her innumerable times, "Good-by, little girl, good-by." And Annie felt that a big heart was in the big body of her father. And on that morning they had sung again, "Good-by, little girl, good-by," and Annie had watched her father jump on his truck and drive around the corner, waving his hand to her. Tom Cross looked splendid, handling his horses like a master, and Annie, proud of ber great, big, rough father, leaned too far out of the window, lost her balance, and Tom Cross had turned the corner and did not see the little heap on the pavement stones. It all was driven into him with the brutal force of di rect evidence when he returned at night and almost stumbled over the little body lying In the small room. He listened to the story, his right hand resting on the curl-framed fore bead before him, attended to his wife's wants and went to the roof. The wife was nonplussed and was glad to admit a neighbor, who came to offer help and comfort. - "And where is the father?" "Ill call him;" and Maggie, weak and frail, dragged herself to the trap door of the roof. The night was cool, and Maggie Just peeped out from the scuttle. Yes, Tom was there. He was siding on the stone coping, his feet dangling over tho side of It, looking tinsee Ingly ahead of hltn. And more, he was not mourning, not brooding, but singing: "Good-by, little girl, good-by!" She heard him distinctly, and hur ried back to the room. "He's upstairs praying," Bhe an nounced to the visitor, consoling her self with the hope that a lie under these circumstances would not be scored against her. It was long after, and Maggie was lying on the bPd, when he came to the room. He made her comfortable, straightened the pillows and went back to his quiet, little "pal," but he had ceased singing. He stepped very close to the little handful, bent to her lips, and just whispered, "Good-by, lit tle girl, good-by." Trucks and horses do not wait for little girls. Next morning, and all the mornings thereafter, Tom Cross drove his team around the corner; but he never sang the old refrain nsain. La dles' Home Journal. Homer in Business. For some time Homer had known that money Is useful one can buy such nice things with It. Next he learned that having pennies given one by grown-up folk is not the same thing as to earn them by doing some work. Homer thought he would like to be a wage-earner. So at the breakfast-table he asked father for work. "Hum-m!" said Mr. Barber, looking thoughtfully at the small figure of his son. "Nearly every tiny men come Into my office looking for employment, and now you want work! What could you do, if I may ask?" "Oh, I could do most anything," said Homer, hopefully. ' Father thought a little. The desire to work Is such a fine one that It ought to be treated seriously, even in such a small person. "Very well." he said, finally, i "Do you remember the kindlings that a man unloaded yesterday over the back fence? Well, you may carry them to the wood-shed and pile them up neat ly. When 1 come home tonight I will pay yon." Homer worked bravely, but how tired he did vet! You see, be was very little, and even laborers much older pet tired of their work sometimes. Hut he kept manfully at It. At night Homer sat on the gate-post, waiting for his father, and proudly led him to the wood-shod to see the neat pile of kindlings. "The work Is certainly well done," said Mr. Bnrber. "I will pay you promptly, as soon as you send in your biil." "Bill? What's that?" asked Homer, puzzled. "It. is the custom in business." ex plained father, "to present a bill, a written statement of goods sold or work done, topether with your charge. We muet be business-like, of course." Homer was a trifle, disappointed, for he hail expected his wages at once. Put still hopeful, he asked his father to explain a little; and then ho was hard at work again, this time with pen cil and paper. At tho end of fifteen minutes he pre sented this "bill": Mr. A. H. Barber, Dear Sir, You O me 17 cents for carrying wood. Yours with love, Homer. "This bill," said father, "Is not exactly like others that I have seen, but there is something about it that I like, after all!" Tho bill, passed round at the supper-table, seemed to please everybody. Indeed, grandma smiled and smiled un til she had to wipe away a tear! Homer's eyes were sparkling. Fath er counted out seventeen cents one dime and seven shining new pennies and laid them on the table. , "Will you kindly write me out a re ceipt for this money, Homer?" he said. "What's a receipt?" demanded Ho mer, a little tired of "tho law's delay." "A receipt Is a written statement that you have received your money. It will Insure me against having to pay this bill a second time," said Mr. Bar ber, gravely. Again Homer toiled over a pencil and sheet of paper, until he finished this receipt: Dear Father, I've bin pade, , Homer. "Don't you think," asked mother, in a low voice, "that we ought to correct the spelling?" "No," said father, quickly. "He will learn to spell soon enough, and I in tend to keep these papers just as he wrote them. There Is more In them than the spelling." And he did keep them. Just a few days ago Homer, now a grown-up business man, with boys and girls of his own, eame to visit his father nnd mother. And father, now a white haired old gentleman, generally called "grandpa" nowadays, opened a drawer In his desk, and took out that very "bill" and "receipt," which he had kept, oh, ever so many years! The papers were yellow with age. He told them all how Homer earned his first money. Emfelgh Merwin, in Youth's Companion. A Human Target "I notice here that a preacher In Worcester spends most of his spare time at revolver practice," "Well, say, I guess I'd hate to get up and leave that man's church be fore, the sermon was ended." Cleve land Plain Dealer., LOT8 FOR SALE. lain for sale." Loniof what? Iota of trouble, like aa not. IxifS of fuss wllh "equities," Titles, deeds and lawyera' fees. Lots of talk with architects Kvery man the Job expects. Lota of tiffs with carpenters, ; Masons, plumbers, plasterera. Lots of unexpected bills, "Little extras," bitter pills. Lots of city taxes due tias and water, sewer too. Lots of advertising, then Try, and try, and try again. I.ota of folks with half a mind. And a dozen faults to find. Lots of worry, palna untold. Till the pesky I til tig Is sold. lxts of tine experience. But of prollt not live cents. "Its for snle" and who will tmjl Lota of people ; no more 1 1 ruck. Mary Will Helen Join our box par ty tonight? Jane No, poor girl; she can't talk above a whisper. Indianap olis Star. The Clergyman My little man, do you go to church every Sunday? Bob by Yes, sir. I'm not old enough yet to stay away. Life. Tho Customer Aren't you afraid of dying an old maid? The Hairdresser Not a mite. 1 dye one nearly every day. Philadelphia flecord. Casey Phat a lot av railroad wrecks an' auto axldents! Hogan Begobs, yis! Yea hov to die early or ycz'll be kilt. Harper's Bazar.. "Hello, old cbap!" remarked the cabbage, "you're looking good." "Yes," rejoined the watermelon, "but I'm feeilng rather seedy, Just the same." Chicago News. "You're dreadfully untidy again, Mary! I don't know what the baker will think of you when he comes." "The baker don't matter 'm. The milkman's blnf" Punch. Mrs. Askitt I heard you had a sur prise parly at your bouse yesterday. Mrs. Telllt (absently) Yes, my . hus band gave me $10 without my ashing for It. San Francisco Call. Tltewodd I thought you said you wouldn't charge me anything for the little legal question I asked you? Law yerI didn't. I charged you for the answer. Cleveland Leader. "Did your husband find that golf Improved his health?" "Yes; it im proved his health. But unless he learns to piny better It will spoil his disposition." Washington Star. "Talking about scientific curiosities, I have discovered ono thing about an engine which is a flat contradiction." "What is that?" "That it is hottest when It's coaled." Baltimore Ameri can. "Few people know how to love wisely," remarked the man who com ments on things. "And when a man gets real wiso he doesn't love." re plied Senntor Badger Milwaukee Sentinel. "I used to like the smell of cigar smoko before we were married, but now I despise it." "Well, I bought, an altogether different brand of cigars then than I um nblo to do now." Houston Post. Chimniie Sny, kid, yell; but don't yell yer head off. Wot you tryln' ter do, anyhow? Tommy Dat's a rich lady, an' If alio hears my voice she may take 'n' educate me fer a swell operatic tenor. Chicago News. "How long does It take to empty this hall?" asked tho lecturer, looking about the auditorium. "I don't know exactly," replied the janitor; "but If you wish, when you begin lecturing I;ll time 'em." Yonkers Statesman. First American Millionaire What In tho world are you going over to see all the English cathedrals for? Sec ond American Millionaire I'm put ting up an automobile stable, and I'm looking for something handsome In design. Life. "The race Is not always to the swift," said the Sunday school teach er Impressively. "Can any one tell me why?" "Because sometimes their gasoline tank explodes," promptly re plied the up-to-dato little boy. Balti more American. "Yes," said the condescending youth, "I am taking fencing lessons." "Good," answered Farmer Corntossel. "I alius said you was goln' to turn in an' do somethin' useful. What's your specialty goln' to be rail, stone or barbed wire?" Washington Star. "Senator, I congratulate you. I un derstand you have been vindicated." "Triumphantly, Johnson. At the first trial the jury disagreed. At the sec ond trial my lawyers found a flaw In the Indictment, and the case was thrown out of court." Chicago Trib une. Aunt Jane This is the dear doggie that I wanted to show you, Carrie. She's the sweetest creature. To see her with her puppies Is to witness the perfection of motherhood. Carrie How sweet! Where are the puppies? Small Boy She's cat 'em all, miss! Punch. Officer Ye're undher arrist fer ex cadin' th' shpade limit. Chauffeur My autometer only registers twelve miles an hour. Officer Thin we'll alther th' charge to cruelty to animals, fer ye've decaved me Into gallopln' me harse tin modes an hour fnsther than wor absolutely nicessary. Judge. "That barber seems to be doing a rushing business." "Yes. He has In vented a hair tonic that smells exact ly like gasoline." "But er I don't see the point." "It tickles the vanity of his patrons. They go around smell ing of gasoline, and this gives the im pression that they own automobiles." , safari , - Prune Sauce. Soak tho prunes over night; In the morning boll until they will slip from the stones easily; when used slip them from the stones and serve with rich cream. To one pound of prunes, when put on to stew, add the Juice and thin yellow rind of an orange; when done, that Is, when the stones are loose, sweeten with plonty of sugar. This sauce Is excellent with rabbit or veni son. Cakes. Mix thoroughly, two cupfuls of buck wheat flour, a little salt and three tea spoonfuls of baking powder; then add milk and water of equal parts, to make tho batter the proper consistency. Add a little molasses, which will Improve their color. Fry on a griddle (soap Hone preferred) and place In tho cen ter of the platter. Casseroled Kidneys. Casseroled kidneys make a very good luncheon or supper dish. Slice a small onion and fry it in butter until a golden brown. Add a generous spoonful of chopped parsley, and fry the kidneys for several minutes. Add a cupful of stock, a little seasoning fluid extract and a teaspoonful ot lemon juice. Season with salt and tabasco satire, cover.the casserole tightly and cook In a very moderate oven for two hours. Mushrooms may be added if liked. This greatly im proves the dish. Home-Made Yeast. Boil six large potatoes in three pints of water. Tie a handful of hops in a small muslin bag and boil with the po tatoes; when thoroughly cooked drain the water on enough flour to make a thin batter; set this on the stove or range and scald It enough to. cook the flour (this makes the yeast keep lon ger); remove It from the fire, and when cool enough, add the potatoes mashed, also half a cup of sugar, half a tablespoonful of ginger, two of salt nnd a teacupful of yeast. Let it stand In a warm place until it has thorough ly risen, then put It In a large-mouthed jug and cork tightly; set away In a cool place. The jug should bo scalded before putting in the yeast. Two thirds of a coffeecnpful of this yeast will make four loaves. Hash. The ordinary beef hash, which is hated by everyone living on boarding house fare, will change Its entire char acter if bread crumbs Instead of pota toes aro used in its make-up. The potatoes minced together and moist ened become soggy and make this dish heavy and unpalatable. Use bread crumbs grated from a loaf that Is too stale to serve on the table. The pro portion Is a cup of these to cveiy two cups of meat. Season thoroughly with salt and pepper. A tiny pinch of thyme or summer savory Is a good addition. Use milk as moistening, but not too much. An egg, though un necessary, will make the hash richer. Mix three cups of finely chopped ham with the same amount of toasted bread crumbs, add two eggs and one-half cup of milk. Pack In a baking pan, cover the top with cracker crumbs and bake for half an hour. This is nice served as a breakfast dish with a poached egg on each side. Useful Hints. Bed cabbage is a vegetable which if used rightly is very good. It Is no longer the fashion to serve oysters with lemon quarters. If you have a jardiniere of ferns, be sure to give thera plenty of water. Charlotte Russe Is one of the easiest as well as one of the best desserts ever invented. An apple and cress salad, which is a Norman preparation, may be welcome at this season. Plates decorated with Mother Goose pictures and nursery rhymes are now made to please children. French dressing is much improved for some salads by the addition of a tablespoonful or two of catsup. A good authority on Wilton and Ax minster carpets tells us that they should never be swept with a straw broom. A French cook recommends the use of a bit of butter when boiling fresh vegetables. It whitens the water and makes the vegetables more tender. Some housekeepers put a peeled onion Ipside a fowl that is to be kept for any length of time. This absorbs germs that would otherwise infect the meat. Canaries are fond of green food, and when lettuce is scarce a substitute is offered In a little of their favorite seed planted In small flowerpots and al lowed to grow. And If only one or two rugs can he bought at first, choose soft, rich tones, Which will harmonize with everything, and patterns which are good, but not very striking, and you will never tire of them. Sour oranges may be utilized in a delicious salad. Slice the oranges not too tttj. and remove the skin, leaving the pulp in small triangular pieces. Serve on lettuce or crisped watercress, with French dressing, or white mayonnaise. A Winning Text When the Duke of Ormond, whoso family name was Butler, was going to take possession as lord lieutenant of Ireland, he was driven by a storm onto the Isle ot Man, where a Rev. Mr. Joseph a poor curate, entertained) him as hospitably as his means per mitted. On his departure the duk promised to provide for him as soon as he became viceroy. The curat waited many months in vain, and at last went over to Dublin to remind) his grace of his promise. Despairing of gaining access to the duke, he ob tained permission to preach at the Cathedral. The lord lieutenant and his court were at the church, but none of them remembered their humble host till he pronounced bts text, which, it must be acknowledg ed, was well chosen. "Yet did not tbe chief butler remember Joseph, but forgot him," The preacher was at once invited to the castle and a goo living provided ; for hlro- (Front the Cbieniro Journal, Nov. H, 3 !).'.) When Commissioner Garfield wentto the Chicago packers and asked permis sion to insnwt their books, the condi tion was n.id? that no Information be1 might obtain therefrom would be used) In foiiri' prorr-.',lini; acnltist them. .Mr. ti'artii'iil avo this .pledge, It l stated, and the packers allowed him to study their business in all its detail from the inside. Now. 11 is announced, the results of his study have brcn turned over to the Government department of justice to be employed in legal prosecution of the packers. 1 Commissioner d'nrfleld would not have ventured lo glve the pledge that was demanded by the packers without instructions from Washington. He . pledged, not his own word, but th Government's. It 1 not his good faith, but the Government's, that is in ques tion now. Tho Journal has no concern for the packers, exempt s they are citizens of Chlcajro. if It can be proved that they re guilty of engaging In a conspiracy In restraint of trade, they ought to b punished. But their guilt. If they are guilty, must be fairly proved. They must b given a square deal. Since the Government has elevAtedl Its vision to such n height as to over look the nest of defiant criminal trust almost within the shadow of the capl tol dome, in order to fasten Itself thousand miles away npon Chicago, the Government nnd the President cannot bo too careful to avoid suspi cion that they are more anxious to prosecute Western offenders than of fenders in the East. Some of the methods ah-eady em ployed In this case have not been par ticularly distinguished for decency. When the (overnment enters a man's house and takes his private papers, when it drag the wives of packing: house employes info court and puts them under heavy bonds, it is hardly dignified, not to say honorable, nor even respectnlile. Ancient City Unearthed. What is supposed to be the anci ent Agyslmba of Ptolemy, has beea discovered In southern Rhodesia. Ruins of a city ot considerable ex tent in which the houses were of stone have been unearthed in the Umtall district. There aro ancient fort3 and altars near the city, and all bear the impression of extreme age. Evidently the forgotten city was built by some race other than tho one now dwelling near the ruins. The stones of houses, walls, and al tars are laid without cement and resemble "cyclopean" structures found in Central America. The ar chaeologists are now arguing as to whether this was indeed the city spoken of by Ptolemy or one still more ancient, built by a lost race which once Inhabited this portion of Africa and arrived at a considera ble degree of civilization. New York Press. Big Profits in Seaweed. In the event of the British Chem ical Co., of Clydebank, Glasgow, ob taining from the Hebrides a suffici ent quantity of tangle-ash and kelp from which to maaufacture iodine, which is the principal product ex tracted from kelp, they do not in tend to "continue getting an addi tional supply from Norway or Ire land. Encouraged by the success which has attended their efforts to revive the kelp industry in Tiree, North and South Cist, Benbecula and Barra during the last three years, the company have decided to extend their operations to Lewis and Harris. Nearly 3,000 has been distributed to the Island of Tiree alone this sea son, and considerably more than that sum has bee paid, to kelpmakers in the other Islands mentioned. Tho amount of exertion involved In tangle-gathering and tangle-but ning is very small, and an average family can earn a pound a day at the work. -.London Mail. Historic Tree Near Baltimore. A gigantic chestnut tree with av girth about 25 feet, and under whose branches in 1777 Washington and Lafayette held a council of war and ate their meals while camping on tb place when the American army was marching from Baltimore to Philadel phia, is one of the many objects of interest shown to visitors on the Mc Cormick farm, near Baltimore. This is not a tradition, but a well authenticated fact, as is abundantly attested by the archives of tho Mc cormick family. Baltimore American. Lip Grafted. Dr. C. S. Durand. of Chattanooga, has Just completed a surgical opera tion, which caused considerable com ment in that city. The operation was performed on Charles Sklilern. The dreaded malady cancer, had destroyed the whole lower lip. Dr. Durand took tha case under Ms treatment, and suc cessfully grafted a new lip from the Inner side of Mr. Skillern's cheeks. Mr. Sklilern Is now out on the streets after a confinement of a few weeks, and the results of the operation ai scarcely noticeable. The Balden Produce Company of Winfleld, Kan., is feeding 14,000 chick ens for tha c:nrket.
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