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PEALE & McKEE, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, Office opposite Court House, Bellefonte, Pa. C. T. Alexander. C. M. Bower. BELLEFONTE, PA 9 OIBM in the rooms fwmeily occupied By the Hp W. P. WUeoo. WITHERED ROSE*. Withered rose-leaves in an urn— Everywhere our glances turn, Time old graves uncovers, Many a dainty, perfumed note, Bauds long cold once warmly wrote, Hidden here by lovers. Ah I the manly hearts, now cold, Ah 1 the tueuiVies, sweet and old, This quaint room dlscloaea. All the warmth la chill to-day ; All the life has passed away; Naught Is left but roses- Roses, withered now and dead. All their ancient sweetness fled With their ancient splendor, As 1 bend above, I teel A vague fragrance from them steal. Like a mem'ry tender. Of their olden pleasant days. When the sun's rich gulden blase Kissed the cheeks to glory. Ah! the pslu these mem'rles give! Ah 1 the pain that one must live Wheu our life's sweet story Ho'ds no more the golden Joy 1 Of what use the valued toy When its charm Is broken? Of our life when youth Is o'er— Of the past which ooines no mora, . Are these flowers the token. When the sun has lost his light, When the fall of winter's night Our autumn-tide o'erclosee— Call we then the mem'rles sweet— Of those vanished moments fleet- Ashes of youth's roses 1 FLEEING FROM A FOBTDXS. Mrs. De Bruse Bellingliam laid down the telegram a servant had just present ed on a silver salver. "Augusta! it is terrible! What oau possess the creature, aud now of all times? Your cousin, Peter Bellinghain, is actually coining to visit u* —actually coming to visit us!" Mis. Bellingham's tones were piteous in their horrified despair, and she let fall the yellow envelope that so seldom is the liarbinger of the good news we want, with a gesture of impotent anger. Augusta Belliugham lifted her beau tiful straight brows iu a horror of ques tioning. "Oh, mannna! Coming to visit us ! Surely there is some mistake! He never would be so stupid as to come unless we sent him an invitation. Mrs. Bellingliam picked up the tele gram again and read it through aloud: "Will be at your house Tuesday for a short visit. P. BELLINGHAM." "What mistake can there possibly be? No, it's directed plainly enough—'Mrs. De Bruse Belliugham, 888 sth avenue, —and it is signed plainly enough. ChPd, what in the world shall we do' I can't receive liim. I neyer, never oould introduce him to our friends." Augusta looked thoughtfully at the carpet, and tapped one of her pretty ltttle feet. Suddenly, she lifted up her long-lash ed lids to her lady mother's face. "Oh, mamma, I don't wonder you are so nervous over it What shall we do about it? Why, it's to-day, this very afternoon —he's to be here!" "It seems as if fate had a particular grudge against me!" she said pitoously. "When I married your papa, it was dis tinctly understood that I was not to be troubled with any of his poor relations, and before we had been keeping house a year his grandfather died, and the old lady had to come and make her home with us, because De Bruse was able to keep her. Then your aunt Adelaide died, aud De Bruse had to take Bessie and bring her up. Well, I will confess I have kept Bessie pretty well down,and made her pay her way by helping me with the sewing and children's music. But now, it seems to me, this visit is worse than all. He'll stay six weeks at the least, I know!" "Perhaps he won't be so terrible after all, mamma. Couldn't you manage to keep him in his room most of the time, and let Bessie take care of him? It would just suit her." Mrs. Bellingham uttered a little shriek of dismay. "Did you ever see your father's cou sin Peter, Augusta?" "Well, no, mamma, i have never seen him, of course, but I should think—" "You should think nothing about it. Peter Bellingham is middle -aged, and, Augusta, he actually wears the same suit of clothes year in and year out. His hair is long, down to the top of his col lar, and he plasters it to the top of his head with horrid pomatuir. He wears a green cravat ;his hands are covered with freokles, and you can't keep him from going where he pleases; he will rush in the parlor whenever you have company. He visited here once before, years ago, and I declare it almost killed me. Why, Augusta, he insisted—and your poor, dear papa had to permit, or else turn him bodily out of the house —he msisted on reading prayers before and after every meal, guest or no guests." "Oh, mamma, I know exactly what we'll do! The idea of not knowing how to get rid of cousin Peter. Wiiy, nothing eould be easier! Burn up that dispatch, have our trunks paoked this morning, and let's take the afternoon boat for Long Branch. Send the ser vants away, as we always do, and when old Peter Belliugham comes to-night, he'll find the house with nobody in but Bessie, And if she wants to entertain him, let her. Of course mamma, that is the only way to do. Just consider we never received this telegram. Mrs. Bellingham drew a long breath of surprise and relief. "How strange I never onee thought of snch an easy natural way out of our dilemma I Child, you are a born diplo matist, do you know it?" "I don't kuow tnat, mamma; but I do know this one thing—l never wanted to go to Long Branch no badly before, be cause—because—'' She blushed and hesitated. "Yes, I know deer! A certain gentle man, who shall be nameless, is there, or will be very shortly. Well, Augusta, he's rich and handsome, and—l wish you auocess. Of oourse, we'll go! Ring for Fauohon and have early iunch order ed. We only have about five hours to get away." "And at 7 o'clook that evening, Mrs. De Bruse Bellirgham and her lovely daughter were eating their diuner in the dining room of the Ocean House, while the magnificent mansion on 6th avenue was dark, silout, and deserted, except for one maid-servant—faithful old Hanuah, who only staid for com pany's sake—and bright, cheery, pretty Little Bessie BeJlingham, who had been left in charge. "It's just glorious to be here all alone, monarch of all 1 survey, and nothing especial to do for ever so long. I'll have timo to practice, and time to read, and time for delicious walks in Central Park," said Bessie going up to the pier glass and stopping to look at herself;"and I think I shall fix up a little and make believe it is my house, and I am a rich grand lady like Aunt Helena, or Cousin Augusta. Say, Bessie Bell ingham, have you any idea what an awfully ordiuary, old-fashioned, ugly little wretch you are? You haven't any frizzes, or any bangs, or a big back comb, or—anything but your pug nose, and big mouth, and horrid red cheeks." And Bessie stretched her mouth to its widest capacity, failing to make it any thing but a fresh, sweet, fragrant, kiss able thing, with tiuy, pretty teeth behind, and distracting dimples be sides. Just then a loud, hearty laugh rang out almost behind her, and she started in amazement and panic of terror to see a tail handsome young fellow, in irre proachable traveling suit of fashionable out and color, standing in the doorway, carrying a light satchel in one baud and holding his cane and hat in the other. "Oh, mercy." Bessie exclaimed.flush ing more* in girlish shame than fear, as she saw the laughing blue eyes and the amused smile on the handsome, gentle manly face. "Allow me to apologize for startling you, Miss Bellinghain. I persume you are my cousin Bessie, of whom I have heard? I am Percy Belliugham, another cousin,intending to stay over night with the family, but the womau who answer ed the door told me thej had just left for the seashore. They must have just missed my telegram." Bessie had entirely recovered her sang froid during the explanatory speech. "Well, it's true they are not at home, but I guess Hannah and I will do just as well." He laughed again. "I guess so too." "That is," Bessie went dn gravely, "if you don't except a very elaborate dinner and breakfast, aud will be con tent to sleep in one of the back rooms, for aunt Helena said the spare rooms were not to be used." "I'm the easiest fellow to suit you ever saw, cousin Bessie. Aud now sup pose you continue your pantomme I un fortunately interrupted? Or, will you play for me, aud sing? lam sure you can sing—with such a mouth." And Bessie laughed and blushed, and handsome Percy felt very well satisfied, that his telegram had missed its destina tion. Two weeks later, and the midsummer sun shining golden and warm over the dancing sea; and Augusta Bellingham, sitting on the balcony of the Ocean House, just opposite their suite of rooms, gave a little exclamation of un feigned delight. "Mamma, how delicious! Jf there isn't Percy at last. And the rich blood warmed her beau tiful face aud her heart thrilled as that gentleman looked up aud lifted his hat with smilling reooguitiou; foi this was the one to whom Augusta had given all her thoughts the rioh, handsome "nameless one," whom it was the desire of her life, and her mother's life to claim as a nearer relation than a very distant cousin. Her cheeks were flushing exquisitely, and a glad, happy light was iu her bright eyes, as Percy Belliugham came up to iier, extending his hand iu wel oome greeting. "We heard you were to be here," Mamma BelJingham said graciously. "Indeed, we have been quite oounting on your joining our party." He smiled back in Augusta's eyes. "Well, yes. I have been coming for a week or two; but somehow I was de layed. But here I am, so glad to see you and be of service to you, 'ma belie oousine.' Our party will be a delight ful one, he said," almost eagerly. "Yes; delightful, now that you have come." And Augusta flashed him a ooqu ofc tish, enchanting look. "Beoause I have brought Bessie with me," he added, earelessiy. "We were MILLHEIM, PA., THURSDAY, APRIL 27,1882. married yesterday, and she is all anxiety to see you both." Mrs. Billingham held her heart iu a momentary grasp of ohagrin and amaze mout. Augusta's cheeks suddenly blanched to such a whiteness that it was painful to imagine the agitation that could have caused it. Then the wo men of the world rose equal to the oc casion. "Indeed!" snid Mrs. Beilingham. "What a charming surprise! And the dear ohild is actually hero?" "Actually here," he said, looking at Augusta, '-and waiting for the welcome my wife deserves. "I am delighted," she murmured; and then smiled down the horrible dis tress that had threatened to overcome her. And that was the result of the mis take about the telegram. Jeiile'* Love s. "Oh, dear me!" thought pretty little Jessie Howard, holding her head to one side like a meditative sparrow as she stood beside the sitting room window. "I'm sure poor Beth is a splendid fel low, but Harry is so handsome, with his blue eyes and tawny mustache, that I am at a loss how to decide. Aunt Lydia declares that it is the easiest thing in the world to accomplish, but, for my part I think it is the most diffi cult task I ever encountered. How on earth am I to find out whether my two suitors love me or the fortune which dear Aunt Lydia is going to leave me? Why it sounds just like a chapter out of of a novel. I always did yearn to get into a romantio scrape. I wonder if I'll ever be able to solve my conundrum as agreeably as the heroines of fiction al ways manage to do? It would be per fectly speudid if I could." And clasping her little hands before her she gazed dreamily out upon the gloomy scene where the snow was fall ing silently and oeasele&sly, covering all with its feathery flakes. The twilight was deepening, a cold, death-like stillness reigned in the frosy air and the scene looked gray and spec tral in the gathering gloom. "It is almost five o'clock,"she said to herself, turning slowly away from the window. "I must get supper ready now. Of course I'll tel! auntie just what I intend to do, although I know she'll say right away that I ought to have poor Beth. Weil, at any rate I'll test my two lovers aud thsu I'll be able to decide." She went into the large, old fashioned kitchen where Aunt Lydia sat knitting before the great, blazing tire. She sang softly as she prepared the supper, while the old lady, with a smile leaned back in her chintz-cushioned rocking ohair, and watched her pretty, little brown eyed niece. "Jessie, my dear girl," she said at last, taking off her silver-trimmed spec tacles and rubbing them carefully with the corner of her handkerchief. "I want to have a little talk with you upon a very important subject." "Well, auntie, what is it? she asked. "You are goiug to leoture mo about Setn, aren't you?" "Jessie," the old lady began, slowly, "this is a very serious affair. Do not ridicule it,because I'll not tolerate that. It is for your own good that I have ven tured to broach tliis subject. Since you have become acquainted with Mr. El dridge I have noticed how hearties-ly you have set aside poor Seth Morris. Mr. Eldrcd's handsome face and blue eyes have fascinated you; but oh, my dear girl, you are not doing right. If you do not love Seth, be irank at least, and admit that fact, because that poor,good hearted fellow fairly worships you. And you must recollect that a woman knows very little about the habits and charac ter of a man until she is married to him and past all escape." Jessie opened her lovely brown eyes widei than ever. "But, auntie. Har—Mr. Eldridge is so handsome and pleasant. Why, you have no idea what a splendid young man he " "A model of amiability and good tem per. I suppose," the old lady interupt ed, "That is all you know about this ideal of yours, isn't it?" Jessie's cheeks flushed prettily, and her eyes filled with merry misohief. "Now don't be too severe with me, auntie," she responded, "until I have told you what I intend to do. Of course as you know yourself, when a girl has two lovers, it is quite a difficult task for her to decide at once which one she pre fers. Well, at any rate, I have made up my mind to test Seth and Harry, and the one who is fortunate enough to oome out all right in the ordeal ean claim Jes sie Howard as his own for life." "How on earth are you going to ac complish that? It is all very well to reftd about such things in a novel, and " But the sudden opening of the door interrupted Aunt Lydia, and old John Howard entered the warm kitchen, while Jessie, with a sigh of relief, knew that "very important subject" was end ed for that evening. On the following afternoon our little heroine felt somewhat lonely, and wrap ping herceit up warmly she ran oyer to see Lizzie Lawton, oue of her school f fiends. I've come to see if jou were in the land of the living, yet Liz," said Jessie with a rippling laugh, as she kissed her friend. Isn't it a wretched day?" "Wretchedis no name for it," answer ed little, golden-haired Lizzie. "Mam ma is up in her room nursing her peri odical headache, and I was on the point of running over to see you. But, dear me, have you heard the news?" "No," Jessie replied tossing back a stray curl from her forehead. "What is it, Liz?" "Setk Morris is going to marry Miss Archer. She told me ail about the en gagement this morning. Don't you feel well?" For poor Jessie's faoe suddenly turn ed deathly pale, aud a look of horror crept into her eyes, "Is it true, Lizzie?" she asked, try ing to quell the quiver in her voice. * Every word of it is true," Lizzie re sponded. "Of course I 'know about that little love affair between Beth and you, but you are very foolish if you go mourning over the loss of such a heart less lover. The idea of Seth tying him self down to that disagreeable Miss Archer when he could have got you. And she had the impudenoe to tell me that you had treated Seth shamefully, and it was no wonder he didn't ask you to marry him. Oh, Jessie, when she said that, I flew lip in a terrible passion and gave her a piece of my mind, and so the end of it was, we had a fearful quarrel. She is the most spiteful thing T ever encountered. Now; don't feel badly about it, because you are not to blame for Seth's faithlessness." But all through that afternoon there was a dull, aching pain at poor Jessie's heart, anu, at last, she bid Lizzie good bye, and went slowly home with a sad look upon her pretty face—a look that did not even Aunt Lydia's eyes as the girl entered the sitting-room where the old lady sat beside the dimity-ourtained window. Of course Jeesie gathered up her courage anu told Aunt Lydia all that she had heard, and the old lady almost beside herself wita amazement, could only try to soothe our little heroine in her kind, motherly way. And then poor J essie tried to bo brave and womanly, but a spiteiul sense of desolation and heart eiokness clung to her despite herself. Oh, if Seth had only known how dearly she loved him, she felt confident that he would never have cast her oside so cruelly. Then the handsome faco and blue eyes of Harry Eldridge would suddenly ioora up before her, and she would find herself wondering which of her two sui tors she really loved "Well,at any rate," she thought, Til put Horry to the test now sinoe Seth has been weighed in the balance and found wanting." But J essie was saved the trouble of taking that romantic step, for an hour later John Howard came into the kitch en with the starting news that Mr. Har ry Eldridge had been arrested for being implicated in a daring bank robbery which was committed in Boston about two months ago. Jessie listened like one in a dream. It seemed to her us if some cruel hand had suddenly grasped her heart. But at last she mauaged to slip up to her room where she had a good cry, and finally declared that she was the luckiest girl in the world to have rid herself of her two faithless lovers. "Although 1 can blame no cne but myself for haviug lost Seth" she thought sadly. "I never for a moment guessed how dearly I loved him until I heard of his engagement to Miss Archer. Oh, if some prophetic voice had only told me what a bold, wicked man Mr. Eldridge was I'm sure I'd not have hurt poor Setli's heart so cruelly." But the next day when she returned home from a walk in the woods, she found Seth patiently awaiting her in the sitting room. "Jessie," he said, holding out his hand to her in his frank, manly way, "do not think too harshly of me until I have explaiued all to you. I have come to contradict the rumor that Miss Arch er is to be my wife. She was to have married my brother William,but ke was killed in a railway accident, and since his death her brain has weakened and she has fancied of late, that I am her future lord and muster. I never could feel angry toward the unfortunate girl, but in turn have always humored her hallucinations. The Archers have tried to keep her insanity a secret, but she is getting worse, and sooner or later the world cannot help but guess the truth. Oh, Jessie, do not turn from me now while you have the power to make me one of the happiest men on earth, for you are the only woman 1 ever loved, and I want you to be my precious little wife I" With a low, glad cry, she flew to his breast, and sobbed out her happy an •wer. "I oannot say no. Beth, because, oh, I love you—l love you so!" And the day came at last when the little, ivy-covered church was opened for the rare occasion of a wedding, and Jessie, radiant with happiness, became Seth Morris' wife; while just before they started on their bridal trip, the news came that poor Miss Archer was dead.. The Wild Dell-Ringer and a Brave Boy. Aquasco is such an out of the way town that no doubt many of the children never have keard of it before. It is in the State of Maryland, and stands on a little hill near the mouth of the Patuxent River. In the summer litre no boy nor girl of Aquas co need go to the seashore, for salt water fl >ws at their feet and the same sal' breeze ibat sweeps fleet after fleet of white-sailed ships up and down the Chesapeake Bay blows in the windows of the houses in Aquasco. The good people of Aquasco go to bed so soon after supper that the whippoorwill cries and complains without one person to pity him, aud the grunt of the bull-frog is the only voice that answers the whirr and ring of the clocks when they strike twelve, midnight. Bo it was that when in the middle of the night, Cyrus Wallace, an Aquasco boy heard the church bell ringing, he sprang out of bed and ran barefooted mto the street. As he reached the gate he saw men running by at the top of their speed. "What's the matter?" shouted Cyrus, to one of ths flying figures. "A fire, 1 guess," said the man. "Fire, fire. Are!'' t .rieked Gyrus, as he ran after the others, and in a few minutes the whole town of Aquasco was aroused. Everybody was in the street and everybody was hurrying towards the church. Women seized water buckets and children gathered up pails. Aquasco had been very still five minutes before, but now Aquasco was bs side itself with excitement But where was the flref The first man who reached the church put his hands to bis mouth and hallooed to the top of the bell tower, where the bell was still clang ing away. The second man did the same and the third called aloud and so did the fourth. Not a word would the person in bell tower answer, though he rang and rang, until all Aquasco gathered on the grass below. "The dour of the steeple is locked!" said one of the men. "Nobody under stands it." "Maybe some rascal pot locked an there yesterday and fell asleep," said Mr. Han kin the Constable. "No, no,*' replied Mr. Westcoat, the sexton of the church, "I was up there in the afternoon, and there wasn't anybody in the to wer; It's a spirit or a goblin, that's what it hi'' and Mr. Westooat shook his head, while some of the children huddled together and held their breath. "It's old Tappan's ghost," continued Mr. Westooat. "Tappan was sexton be fore 1 was, and he rang that bell up there for twenty years. He's come back." Cyrus laughed when he heard the sexton say such things. Cyrus knew yery well that only cowards belieye in ghosts. He was afraid of big dogs and drunken men but common sense told him that there was no such thing as a ghost or creature of the dark of any kind. "Give me the keys," said a man to the sexton. "I'll go up and stop that ringing." The sexton fumbled in tlis pocket only to find th.the had left the keys st home, a balf mile away. Olad enougn to get away from the haunted church, the sexton start ed home after the keys. Meanwhile the bell still rang. Every now and then the strokes would be faint, out the next instant would come a loud clang, as though the old bell dido't like such mysterious work a bit. The wind was blowing stiffly in the tops of the old oak treea, but all knew that the wind could not ring the bell be cause of the lattice-work around the belfry While the people were whispering to gether around the church, Cyrus was busy looking for away to get into the belfry before the sexton should return with the keys. He knew that there was a little round window, just large enough for him to crawl through, some distance up the aide of the tower, and when he had at last got a ladder that reached to this little win dow he stepped boldly up the rounds. "I'll bring down that ghost before Mr. Westcoat gets back." laughed Cyrus, and the people could see him by the dint star light as ho put his head through the win dow and disappeared. Cyrus found himself in a queer place. It was so dark in the belfry that be could not see where to move. He groped trom one step to another, going up the belfry stairs slowly, while the sound from the bell above seemed to crash down from above with ten-fold clangor. Be reached the crank which the sexton turned when ringing the bell. No one was there. "Hello! ho; there, ho!" shouted Cyrus, directly into the bell's throat. But ths bell's roar drowned his words. He climb ed still higher, and soon .sat among the rafters above the bell. He reached down and felt the air around the bell. His hand struck something. "Ohl" thought Cyrus. He felt the something and tound that it was the limb of a tree. Following the limb with his hand, he found thai the limb had thrust itself through a big hole in the lattice-work. Every time the tall tree on the ouiside rocked, this limb moved quickly forward and withdrew again. Cyrus laughed. He had found the ghost, for he knew that the end of the limb bad caught the clapper of the bell and so that every time the tree was rocked by the wind the clapper struck He caught the limb with botn hands and gave it a hard, strong pull. The limb bent aud the bell stopped ringing. In the mean time the people were wait ing anxiously below. As soon as the bell stopped Cyrus put his mouth to the hole in the lattice, and called out that it was all right. The sexton soon arrived with the keys, and taking a hatcnet, Cyrus chopped the bothersome limb in two. The people of Aquasco went to bed, and many laughed at the sexton's ghost. On the following day a great number visited the belfry to see the curious beil-ringer. It was found that an army of flying squirrels had cut the hole in the lattice work, and that the wind had forced the limb of the neighboring oak through the opening. A little prong near the end of the limb had caught the ciapper near its point, and so tne wind made its novel bell ringer. Anti-Crinoline. An anti-crinoline society nas been estab lished in London. It issues the following protest:We, the undersigned, believing that the artificial aid to drees, known as 'crinoline' and 'hoop,' is inconvenient and ungraceful to the least extent, and hereby engage ourselves never to wear the same whatever attempt is mada on tne part of milliners to impose this tyranny upon the ladies of England.", The Old Firm*n. "Yes, there was a heap of fuo In the old hand-engine days," sighed the fireman as he leaned back and surreyed the hand some "Amoakeag" m the center of the floor. "Many flrhts?" "Heaps of 'em. I was foreman of No. 5, for seven years, and once 1 figured up how many fights we had per year. I think the average was 128. 1 presume young man, that I have been In 600 firemen's fights." i "Ever get badly hurt?" "Never. It was always the other parly who got badly hurt. Of ocurae I have hid my jaw broken, head cracked, teeth loosened, eyes blacked and fingers broken, but nothing serious. Bee this ear ? Well, one night the foreman of No. 7 chewed on that oar exactly fourteen minutes by the watch, but be was a poor, consumptive foreman and couldn't have bitten through a shingie-nail in thtee weeks." "Those old fireman were very reck less." "Well, yes. We didn't think nothing of trap doors and weak floors in those days. I was counting up my old scars the other Bunday,and I think the figures were thirty Shven, not including the big one between the shoulders, where a burning timber held me down." "Didn't the boys used to start a blase now aud then ?" 44 0h, yes." "And I presume you took a hani luf" "Certainly- certainly. I was oouotlng up the other day, and as near as I could make out I fired nineteen buildings myself, not counting school ho ises and churches." "Did you ever burn any one up if " "Weil, I don't want to appear egotisti cal, but 1 can truthfully answer yes. Only yesterday I was trying to recall nauies and dates, and I counted up seventeen grown people and eleven children who were burned up by my incendiary hand." "Didn't you ever teel any stmgs of con science f" "Oh, yea. The other Saturday evening I was figuring it up, and I made out the number of stings to be 12,600. There might be a few that I didn't get in, but the figures are mainly correct" 44 Were you never suspected "Never, and 1 don't want you to say anything about it now. I am trying to live an upright life, and if I were to be hauled up on these old charges it would utterly discourage me," "Monsterl lon are too wipked to live!" "Yes, I know, but come in some time when 1 have more time and talk it over. Come in any time —always glad to see you aud bring up these foud old reminiscences. La-la!" Qater GUSMI IUUI, The place where we visited the wall was Nankow. which is on the great overland roa Ito Mongolia, Siberia and Russia. In fact, the way was so tilled with trains of camels laden with tea and silk going on toward Europe, that we often had to turn out for them, Every seven camels are in eharge of a man who march-a sleepily ahead of the train holding a leather rope, which is passed through the nose of the foremost animaL Then each camel is fastened in the same manner to the one ahead of him, and the one in the rear, the last of the team, has a large bell swung about his neck as big as a small stove and not unlike it in shape. I was some time studying out the reason for putting the bell on the hindmost camel instead of on the leader. At last it came to me. The man who walks ahead of all does not have to look back to see if his train is following but can be told by the sound of the belL But for this plan a cunning robber might steal part of the train and run away with it while the sleepy driver would be mop ing along holding only the line of the lead ing camel. If I were asked what is the most pressing want of Ohina at this mo meat 1 would say roads. Not railroads, but wagon roads. The use of the public ways of the country for Lmmeasuable ages without repair has brought them to such a pass that wheel vehicles are simply an im possibility. In Japan, when the foreigners came there after Commodore Perry's visit, there was no wheeled vehicles in use, but the roads, which were very narrow, were level and paved with stone. The conse quence was that, when the "jin-rickahaw" was introduced, It spread rapidly over the country, and now there are thousands and thousands of these little baby carriages in Japan, and travelers can have them at a moment's notice to go to any part of the island. It is doubtful if the railroads in Europe and America are any greater im provement over the system in use before them than are the "jin-nckshaws''of Japan over the old palanquins which they have superseded. But the baiuess of Chinese roads renders such a revolution as that m Japan impossible. Before wheels can be used in China roads must De constructed. The age of travel over the same thorough fares, taken with the winds and storms, have cut them down until now a road through a level country is simply a deep gully, ten to fifteen feet deep. The first notice you have of % road is seeing at a distance the heads of men and beasts mov ing along upon a level with the ground In a most mysterious and at first unaccount able manner. On coming nearer it proves to be the people traveling along the road. They are down in the roadbed, which is nothing but a deep gully in summer and in winter a canal. BedCevennga, A great deal ol decorative color In now fashionable for bed coverings. B.lk colors of embroidery or of rich damasks are used over the entire bed. If a wbitd spread is preferred it is brightened by a aoarf drap ery ot rich, dark brocade, that is thrown carelessly over the to it of the bid. The Japanese embroidered quilts and those done with guilt threads in tapestry design* arc especially handsome. Autiquo laces combined with white muslm are used oyer colored silk linings for bed spreads, with pillow spreads to match. A border of red plush, upon which the laee edge falls, is a pretty finish; when not lined these ia: spreads are used over down comfortables that are covered with rose, blue or red silk. —Mrs. Sothern, the widow of the late E. A. Sothern, the actor, is dead. —There are more Hebrews in Phila delphia than in all New England. WHIN has a four hands? When h*J doubles his fists. NO 17.