IT CAME TO HER.
“Whistle, whistle, loving daughter, and
you shall have a cow.”
«J never whistled, mother, and neither can
I powe=
It puckers up my mouth so!”
ty histle, whistle, loving daughter, and
you shall have a horse."
1 pever whistled, mother, and cannot now
of course
It puckers up my mouth so Pr
“Whistle, whistle, loving daughter, and
you shall have a sheep.”
«1 pever whistled, mother, and neither will
I yet
It puckers up my mouth so!”
“Whistle, whistle, loving daughter, and
you shall have a man.”
#1 never whistled, mother, but know very
well I can.”
And the whistling pretty soon began.
EE... ea ———
MY BIRTHDAY.
We, Mother Raynor, Jack and I, were
sitting in our little sitting room, our
best room, but not parlor, for mother
would never call the little box of a
room by so digmfled a title, and for the
handredth time they were telling me
what they knew of my life,
“Yon see, Birdie,” said mother, as
I had always called her, *‘it was a stormy
night and Jack had been detained at
the store—he was eash-boy at Cotton &
Co.’s then—but just as he was running
up the steps about 7 o'clock, he met a
woman hurrying down them. She
brushed by without speaking, and he,
when he reached the door, almost stum-
bled over a basket where you lay all
snugged up in warm flannels, Ab, bat
you were a nice baby, my dear!”
“Pity my mother hadn't thought so!”
I sarcastically observed.
“Undoubtedly yon would have fared
better than in our humble home,” said
Jack, grimly.
“Why, Jack, you don’t think I meant
that, do you, dear?” I. hastily asked.
“It made me feel badly to think my
own flesh and blood would abandon
me and trust me with strangers, that's
all.”
“That was seventeen years ago to-
morrow night,” meditated mother, un-
heeding our conversation,
“Yes,” chimed in I, anxious to clear
the cloud irom Jack's forehead, ‘‘aud
you have always called it my birthday,
and have always made the day so pleas-
ant for me, too. Let me see,” 1 rattled
on, ‘youn thought I must have been
about a year old, and so I am eighteen
to-morrow! Have you made my birth-
day cake yet, mothei?”
“Yes, indeed, and that reminds me
1 must go and see to the frosting of it
too, to-might, No, you stay right here,
Watch her, Jack, for she’s not to see
the cake until to-morrow.”
I retreated before her lenghing com-
mand, and seeing how sour Jack still
looked I determined to do my very best
to make him behave like his own self
again, Perching myself on the arm of
bis chair I leaned over, trying to eatch
his eye.
“Cross, dear?” I asked, very sweetly,
“No,” he replied, in a tone that said
“Yes, decidedly so; let me alone,” Bat
I was not to be rebuffed,
Slipping my arm around hix neck I
drew his face around toward mine,
“You're sorry you didn’t send me to
the Foundlings’ Home, aren't you? It's
enovugh to make any one cross to think
how he has been troubled for seventeen
years just because he was so soft-heart-
ed over a miserable little baby whose
own people didn’t care about keeping it,
Are you sorry, Jack?”
“Are you, Bird?”
He suddenly straightened up, a look
in his dark eyes I had never moticed
there before,
“What have 1 to be sorry for?” 1
asked, **Wasn't I thrown into the hands
of the dearest, kindest mother and
brother a girl ever had?”
“Yes, dear—that 18, we've always
meant kindness; bus still, I am not your
brother, Bird.”
“I know it, but I love you just as
well,” 1 began, but some way under the
steady look of Jack's beautiful eyes I
could not go on with my usual protesta-
tions of affection, as I had always been
in the habit of dong, and I drew my
arm away from about his neck.
“Bat I don’t want you to, Bird,”
he said, slowly, and then he weut on
eagerly:
“My darling, I want you to love me
just a8 well as I do you dear, I want
you for my very own, for my wife,
Bird.”
Clasping me close in his strong arms
he told me how happy I could make
him by saying that I loved him,
And so strougly did. he argue his case
that some way 1 was completely won
over to bis way of thinking, and before
the great birthday cake was frosted
Jack and I were engaged.
“I've pocepted Jaek us as a birthday
gift,” I whispered to mother as I ran
t.
A radiant look of surprised joy fairly
jlilumined her dear old face as she
comprehended the meaning of my re
mark.
*:1t has been the wish of my life,” she
whispered, kissing me softly, “De
ready for other birthday gifts to-mor
row,” she called after me.”
“Oh, happy birthday,” I whispered
when to morrow dawned; sad I, awak-
ing, remembered my promise to Jack,
“What better gift could I have asked
than the gift of dear Jack's love?”’
Beveral little tokens were at my break-
fast plate, some very expensive, too, for
since Jack's pretures had begun to sell
so well and orders poured in faster than
he could execute them he had begun to
be quite extravagant,
e¢ had gratiied an oft-expressed
wish of mine by having a cameo ear-
ring, found in the basket in which they
first found me, set in a ring for me for
one of my birthday presents, It was
an exquisite, olearly-cat cameo, and it
bad a decidedly unique setting; so I
bad always induolged in the hope that
some day, perhaps, I might learn tarough
it who mo parents were,
= it had evidently dropped into the
Phsket by mistake, for there was
nothing else about me to wentify me.
There was none of the proverbial straw
berry marks or moles so often found on
Jost children in stories, so I had ouly the
cameo to connet me with the unknown
ast,
Bo I slipped it on my finger, and
when Jack told me to keep it for an
engagement ring until he could procure
another, it became doubly dear to me,
By-and-bye, as soon as breakfast was
finished, much to my surprise and dis-
appointment, my lover went up to his
studio and remained invisible tor two
hours,
“He might have spent my birthday
with me, anyway,” I pouted, as I plod-
ded upstairs, feeling ‘‘blue” enough I
knocked at the door of his studio, *‘Not
just now, dear, I'm busy,” came in
Jack's voice from beyond the door.
Angry and indignant, for he had allowed
me to spend my mornings there for two
monihs past, 1 silently went to my own
room,
And I was angrier still when not ten
minutes later his door opened to admit
Miles Griffith, a fellow from the Artists’
elab.
And then T was ready to ory with vex-
ation, They had always petted and
spoiled me, mother and Jack. and let
me have my own way, so that I conld
not bear even this little neglect grace:
fully.
And besides we were just engaged,
and Jack, it seemed to me, wasn't act-
ing just as he ought to under the cir-
cumstances
At last I was determined to be mean
enough to listen, and hear, if I could,
what they were talking about so earnest-
ly in the studio.
Me, I found out at once, for Jack had
just spoken my name as I guiltily put
my ear to the keyhole. (A disgraceful
thing to do, I admit, but as I mean this
to be a faithful account of my birthday,
and as | really did listen at the keyhole
I record it),
“] have made a great mistake,
Jack, sighing heavily
I conid not distinguish Mr, Griffiths’
g
* gaid
Jack say again;
“It has always
wish. I did it more to please her, I
suppose, She loves Bird dearly, and —"'
not have stirred then
mg. I could
there,
bitterly, when my brain st pped whirl-
ling so I could think,
please his mother that he had ssked me
to become his wife!
horrid old Griffith first!
humiliating.”
ceived me,
“If it suits
Jack.
‘“I hat's not the thing,” interrupted
Griffith, “Yon never would be suited,
She lacks expression and —"
“Yes, I know-—nstoralness—I know
the faunlts—for I'm better sequainted
with Birdie than you are, Griffith.”
“To be sure,” assented Urniifith,
“Mouth too large; eyes very vacant,
1've noticed, 1 advise you to give it
ap.”
“I'll take your advice’ said Jack,
emphatically, and then I rushed to my
room
So through *‘Griffith’s advice,” which
Jack seemed 80 ready to take, my brief
little romance was to be shattered.
Well, I would never stay and let him
see my heart break, too; for I felt sure
I never cvuld live through this trouble,
so dear had Jack in the role of lover
become to me in a few short hours,
And so some way—and now it seems
like a vague dream to me-—I found my-
self a few hours later wandering aim-
lessly down a strange street, not know-
ing or caring where my steps tended.
Some workmen obstructed the side-
walk and I was obliged to cross the
street.
I remember of stepping down and
advancing a few steps, of hearing hoarse
shouts of warning, feeling a sudden
shock, and then all was blank,
When 1 returned to eonsciousness 1
was in a strange room, everything was
strange to me,
“Where am I?”
I could see no one,
pened?”
“You are with friends,” said a low
voice near me, and turning my eyes,
they fell on a sweet-faced lady not yet
o!d, althougl her hair was neariy white,
sitting near me,
“How came I here?” I demanded, in
a weak, startled voice,
After a brief cousultation with the
woman, evidently the nume, the lady
decided to explain the situation,
**You are weak, but I trust to your
good sense to remain calm while 1 tell
you why you are here, About a month
ago you were crossing the street and
my husband and 1 accidentally ran
against and severely injured you. There
was nothing about you to identify you,
so we brought you home,”
“*And this is a mouth ago; has no one
been here?” Did you advertise?”
“No,” replied the lady, ‘It was re-
ported in the police news, I believe, as
my husband had to pay a large fine for his
carelessness, but I never thought of
advertising for your friends, Isupposed
they would go to the station and then
be directed here, if you had any in the
city."
“I have none,” I said bitterly, “1
was only a foundling, living upon char-
ity all my hie ”
I was reckless, I did not think how
nunecessary it was to speak of my own
hustory to a stranger,
A whole month I had lain there and
no one had called,
And my pale, thin hands showed how
near to death's door I had been, As l
Iny looking at my wasted flogers 1 no-
ticed my nog was gone,
**Hastily 1 inquired whereit was, My
gew-found acquaintance blushed aud
then said:
“Will you allow my husbund to talk
with you a few moments? He has your
cameo,
In a few moments a tall, handsome
gentlemen accompanied her into the
‘Yours ago,” he began, after apolo-
gizing for being the cause of my illness,
my mother"
1 asked, although
* What has hap-
and congra'ulating me upon my recov-
ery, “I had a pair of cameos carved in
this city, They were uniike anything
ever seen here, I had themset iu a pair
of var ngs for my wife, One night
onr house was robbed by a trusted ser-
vant; the cameos were taken along with
other valuables,
“Was anything else taken?" I asked,
sitting upright, forgetting for a moment
my weak state,
The gentleman strove to control his
emotion, bat his wife was silently weep-
ing near the window.
“yes, our only child,” he replied,
brokenly. “Now will yon tell me how
you came by this eameo, for it is the
same? I to-day took it to the person
who carved it for me so long ago, and he
recogmzad it at once, although it had
been reset,”
“Was it seventeon years ago
your child was stolen?’ 1 asked, eager-
ly.
“Yes. What do you know of it?” he
questioned hoarsely.
“] know that I am your child then.”
After I had told the storv so often re-
to them, and their joy beggars descrip-
tion,
Their story was that my father had
Flotures of Patagonin.
The wild scenery is somewhat won-
derful, and when the sun shines on the
snow covered mountains it is indeed a
pretty sight, In some of the ravines
you sos large drifts of snow that have
been earriad there by the wind, and
into which I should think it would not
be at all pleasant to to fall. The air
here, of course, is very cold, but it is a
dry, healthy breeze and yery bracing.
At one o'clock, mid«iay, we reached
our anchoring place for the night, as
wo could not make the next harbor by
daylight, and in the darkness it wouid
be impossible to enter, About two
o'clock we received a visit from some
of tue Patagonian Indians, They came
shore in queer-looking
made out of three pieces of
poard-—one at the bottom and one at
each side. These were sewn together
with fibres and admitted considerable
water, With the exception of some
skins they had tied loosely around their
bodies they were entirely devoid of
clothing, and before they had been
alongside many minutes they had not
even the skins to cover themselves with,
CANOOS
and boxes of matches, After
and seeing how pleased her baby was
with it she had shaken the stones be-
fun, clasped it about the child's neck.
home and she could not get the short
chain over the child's head,
obligod to let the nurse put the infant
about ita neck.
too great for the purse’s rapacity, so
had taken baby quietly out to a
neighboring jeweler and had the neck
Isce unfastoned.
she
"The theory we, my new found parents
and I, formed was, that
frightened at her own exploit and not
can realize that that baby was
myself
eluded to abandon it entirely.
“Now, where do these people live who
have cared so kindly for you?
see them,” said my mother,
Reluctantly I gave the address, Jack
to me after my mother
must
I was lost in pity for him
Then [ remembered the indelicate re-
had made to Miles Gniffith
he
“On, Jack! Jack!” I sobbed, unable
to be anything but my own impetuous
self, “why did you teach me to love you
only to tire of me soon?”
“Tiurel How? What do you mean,
dear?” he asked, taking my band anx.
wusly as if he feared 1 was not gute
rational, And then as I grew calmer I
had to confess how I had descended to
the contemptible business of eavesdrop-
ping and what I had heard.
“It was my birthday, Jack. Don't
you remember you had Unilith up in
the studio, And you told him you had
made a groat mistake in engaging your
self to me, and—and he advised you to
give it up, and you said you would fol.
low his advice,”
For three minutes Jack stared at me,
aud then he, with difficulty repressing
an inclination to laugh, said:
nak.d. The
who did not return to the shore ina
nude state owed it to the act that the
second steward had found on board an
dress that had
left by some female pessengers on the
way out from Europe, With this the
Ladian duly attired, it being tied
on and around him by the sallors with
old bottle-green
Was
BOLZILES,
some more of them, this time accom
by a female, Tne skins they
off were of fot
One Indian
panied
those the of
oue time had
one more trial at portraits, so while
ately I have been entertaining you and
mother so politely in the studio 1 was
slyly taking “sittings,” You know jour
birthday, or the day we celebrate as
yours, and mother's fall on the same
day; so, as she had often expressed a
wisn to have your portrait painted, and
thinking that you would like her's, 1
painted your counterfeits as best I
could, aud then before [ showed them
for Griffith, the fairest eritic in
I sent
the club, He told me candidly that as
aud sdyised me never to aliow the pano-
lie to see my atiempts,
you heard were of your p.oture,
you. Are you satistied?”
“Perfectly,” 1 answered, feeling as if
I sighed,
“To-day is your birthday, my dear,”
interrupted my new mother brightly,
you will and you may have it,"
“I'll take Jack,” I said, gayly., And
so 1 did, *for better or for worse,” a
year from my eighteenth birthday,
ESTO
Talk With a Bargiar.
“The funniest experience I ever had
was when I went into a bedroom one
night where there was one man asleep,
1 was at the bureau drawers, and, look-
into the glass, I saw him sit bolt up-
right and look at me, I turned pretty
quick, you may believe, but he never
stirred nor spoke, 1 didn’t move after
turning round, but looked at him and
he at me. 1 very soon saw that he was
not awake, 1 gathered up the swag
and walked round the bed to the door,
but his eyes were on me all the while,
I got out of the room safely, and he
never spoke nor alterward made any
disturbance. I didn’t stay much longer
in that house,”
“How is it about the women?”
“They are curious, Some of them
will bury themselves under the bed.
clothes, while other: will spring at you
like a she tiger, A good many will
gladly let you take anything you waut
if you will only keep away from them,
The tainting kind are the best; they
are soon laid out, The ‘screcchers’
make the rumpus; they are no ways
reasonable, There is only one thing
to do—get out of it the easiest way
possible,”
Siok MAN — “Who's your doctor,
Smith?”
Bwith—""OL! when I'm sick, I al.
send for Brown, He comes, pre-
bes, 1 don’t take it, and 1'm cured,
That's all, I've done my duty.”
for use,
year round, They use n Ty
their huts are but a few sti
tied together, with a fe
leaves thrown
nothing
sEiUs and
over the top of
full of water, The
bows, arrows and spears,
the they
chase, snd sometimes they Ca
but their principal articie «
mussels, of which there are
sround there, Lhey have nothing
shape of corn, wheat, or oer
aay kind, as grow anywhere
pehrer 1,200 miles aw The
olimate too cold for any i hardy
They are iu appearance some
thing like the Indians one mees in the
in Guatemala but are a smaller
and shorter race and very much more
degenerated, 1 should imagine them
to be the very lowest specimens of ha.
manity existing and only one link short
in the chain to connect them with the
moukey tribe, Ouge of them, apparent
ly a better humored fellow than his
companions, sat upon the rail and sung
asoug. They
monkey fellow at short
{ntervats would yell out: "Ama, amas,
ama,” eorying out quickly and much
after the monkey style, As night drew
ou they all went off to the shore and
WEAPOnS Used are
They eat the
thie
Hails
LAL
flesh of animals kill in
none
‘
IAL
is
Biles
Goes, and has
PBaving Books.
“I have boon sent for several times
this year,” said the salesman, "to
measure the shelves of libraries in new
required to fit them up.
jmportant item in house furnishing.
The comfortable old-time sittiug-rovm
has made way for the formal Library.
As a library without books would hard-
iy do, house-owners are bound to have
them whether thy possess literary tastes
or not, Besides, they add tone and
color to the room, A customer recent
ly said to me, frankly enough: ‘I doa’
papecs; but there's a home feeilug in
Laving books around; they look well,
He told me 1 be ‘sure and *‘chuck” in
a few big ones to put on the tables.’
always told us to put in some books
He once
whenever the Iatter ordered a new
stand-up show case he was going to do
Some of these folks have
“One of the customers insisted on
having all lus books bound after the
same pattern and numbered, Bome
time afterward a friend told him that
people were asking if he kept a circniat-
ing library, so he had morocco labels
stack on over the figures, But this
only made the matter worse, for his
guests were particular to ask him what
the labels were for, At last, in sheer
desperation, he sent the volumes to an
anction room and we received his offer
the next day for so many feet of books,
each one differently bound, He would
not have even a two-volume eaition of
anything, A wealthy man once sent
in great haste for a dealer, saying that
he wanted his library closed out im-
mediately snd a new one bought, He
was 8 speculater in produce, but some
one had sold him a» law library. He
liked the uniform appearance of the
volumes and had made the useimse
without reading the titles, His new
books were to be illustrated, all of them.
When I first went into the business I
was surprised to see al a customer's
house au extravagantly-bound copy of
Stakespere’s works im the Uerman
language. I knew the man did not
understand German and the circum.
stance puzzled me, I found out
afterward that a book-seller had loaded
him with a very uwnmlable article by
telling him that every gentleman ought
to have a copy «f Bhakespere's works in
the original,
“No; house farnishers do not often
buy the books for a library, but they
frequently give directions as to
They look for light, elegant sad -
a —— AO
contrasted colors, or for heavy, antique
morocco or Russia bindings suited to
the character of the room. As a rule,
the owner of the house thinks himself
competent to buy his own books,
though he secks aid from us in making
his choice, I once picked out a hand-
some assortment for a customer about
io furnish his house. He had no ac-
ruaintanee with books, but he locked
over the titles and made some rather
interesting expurgations, He told me
to put all the standard 'thorities in any
way, and be would attend to the rest,
He threw out ‘In the Meshes’-—which
he supposed to be a book on fishing
because he was no angler, ‘Boswell’s
he didn't want political campaign works,
and wouldn't have the biographies of
Presidents, they all lied so,
men do not bother's us mach, for they
think of a gentleman who refuses to
the dictionary—the most
work of all—from a complete
of Danial Webster's works?”
s—————
Fee 83,
edition
The other morning a citizen who had
been cautioned to send up some butter
as he went Jown town or eat dry bread
bought and pad for three pounds,
The cash tendered was in the shape of
a bill, and the citiz did not count his
until he had traveled several
Then he made a discovery.
“Why, 1 gave him a dollar bill and
he has given me back over 20° i
qu'z=d, ‘1 could keep this money and
chauge
squares,
Lig 80 ilo-
that sort of a ciothespin, 1 will at once
return i.”
He was
a8 good a8 DIS promise. Vite
the store with the money io
whe
aud he .
“Lacky you
You gave me
g change,
tis 1
that I am an honest
89 too
much io
sy guess not.”
“Well, I guess you did, and here it
I want only what belongs to me.”
The grocer sulkily thasked him and
went his way, bunt in an
made anotuer discoy-
He found the
missed the ten,
“It was a ten I gave him and the
was right,” be gasped, i
hits and explain.”
started for the grocery,
and then stated
1K
tl
a it zo
sit Cai L408
$3 ii :
one dollar bid and
He
“You are a vile swindler, sir!” pr
grocer,
I'm not; I'm
itu of a 100 honest cousciel
“You get outl 1 didn’t like
of your phiz 1a the
when you brought back
Uh, Do;
the cat
piace, and
£49 1 knew
Now,
sir, you travel, or i'll cell In the
police!”
“Bat I'm an honest man!
there's a mistake
bayer,
“You promenade! I'm the
little games, and you can't make a cent,
Boy, call in a policeman,”
The eit z:u walked ont and kicked
lamp posts and rubbed against baby
vs
tell you
on Ka
best friends. He had not only paid
over $2 a pound for butter. but he had
beaten himself all around, He rushed
to a lawyer to see what he could do,
and the lawyer replied:
“Bide your time and pass a counter-
feit twenty off on him —fee §5.”
cnt MR Wo A
$ecapes from Edinburgh Castle.
“If ‘sinne’ coul
Edinburgh wo
with *‘Memph
in
Thebes.’
prince
centuries since have
and Habylon and
those times,
when a Scolch J bated & man, he
very commonly acted on the maxim, **if
you want a thing well dope, do it your.
seit,’ avd dirked his foe with his own
hand. This was the custom of the Duke
of Albany, brother of James 1il., who
slew John of Scougal, and in other
ways 80 conducted himself that, in 1542,
he was consigned to prison in the Castle,
hence Albany deemed that he was not
likely to come forth alive, especially as us
brother Mar had mysteriously vamshed——
so mysteriously, deed, thal even now
the manner of Mar's fate is unknown.
Albany's friends sent a small
wail in the harbor of Leith, and a ham-
per of wine easily found admission 0
Albany's rooms in the Uastie. The ham-
been
either
i%
old
when Albany bad made his keepers drunk
with the liquor, had ditked them, and
thrown their mail-ciad bodies to gnil on
the fire, he eseaped to the ship at Leith
by md of the ropes. But the favorite
like simpheity. The captive’s wife paid
him a wisit, the pair exchanged clothes,
and the prisoner walked out in the lady's
petticoats! This old trick was played in
the Usstle as often as the ‘confidence
trick’ in the capitals of modern civiliza-
tion. Apparently it pever massed fire,
and we may conclude thal in every case
the turnkeys were bribed. The only pns-
oner of note who ever failed was the first
Marquis of Argyll, in 1601. The Mar.
chioness came to see him in a sedan chair;
he assumed her dress and coit, and stepped
into the sedan, But presently he lost
heart and stepped out again, though what
he was afraid of it is difficult to guess. He
could only die once, his execution Was
certain, and he might as well be shot pri
vately, in the attempt 10 ran AWAY, #8 be
decapitated publicly in the town where
the great Montrose, bis enemy, was done
to dea'h. When the Marquis's son, in his
turn, was confined in the Castle, his
ready brain conceived the novel ides of
escaping, not in the dress of a iady, but in
that of the lackey of his daughteran-law,
tio let the lady's train drop mn the mud,
whereon, with the wit and soolness of a
daughter of the Lindsays, she switched
the dripping silk in his face, crying,
“Thon careless loon." Then the soldiers
Inughed, and Argyll, for that time, got
clean away.”
———— I WP—————
Ix answer 0 this remark that she
had ventured away from homie on a bad
day, she said: “It does look nr rain,
brought gossiper with me,
and I ordered To to moet me at the
Hengary's Bare Wines,
A letter from Boston describing the
tamous foreign wine shown at the ex-
hibition, says: The wines here shown
consist largely of varieties of the re-
nowned Tokay, This commands a mgher
price than any other wine in the world.
I'hey show the vintages of last year and
that of 8 hundred years ago, This last
sells at the rate of twenty-five dollars &
bottle, And this, it must be remem-
bered, is not of the first quality, that
being bought up for the unperial cellars,
but only of the second or third The
| highest grade 1s obtained with difdculty
| even in Vieooa.
| To what 18 due the peculiarity of this
wondertully flne, sweet and aromalic
| wine 18 wot known, It is the product of
vineyards which embrace a country of
twenty-five or thirty miles in extent,
| and the roots are said to sirike into &
stratum of volcanic origin. Perhaps it 18
thence the flery sweetness of the juice 18
drawn. Out of the strong comes forth
sweetness; and so, where long ago flowed
{ the hot stream of lava, now grow Lhe ten-
| der vines,
| It was not ull the year 1650 that this
wine attained its great celebrity. Then,
| for the first Lume. the grapes being gath-
tered in a half-dried state, the juice was
found to have attained its perfect flavor,
When the grapes are first gathered they
are placed in a cask, the bottom of which
8 perforated. The juice which exudes
from the mass without further pressure
stitutes the Tokay essence. Ths |
little of it is made
mingled wilh o
first pressure
2 juice thal makes the
: wine, Thue in
ailains such a value that it
makes the drinking of it almost like drink-
sir “hg
HE Ho
ous that a
Way, being
hen the
{ ordinery first of
Certain seasons
in additi
ac BHOwWn
m to this specialty of
BRINDICE of ti
Tok ay
] red
Les,
the other
and while wines 1
together with the lighter and cheaper qual-
mass of
tha
Bacharach on
At Hockheim o
At Wurz
Grow the
ur i
,
kinds of wine.”
ATE 1 Lag
three Hest
kinds are shown
stitute & Cis
They are
the
Wit
best
wines ;
themselves.
£8, are
same quality,
and
great
is sad,
And those three
’ Thin .
Tne Rhine oO
drier than
more
are disiin
i
rey
aim
1K
durability —ths
due 10 Lhe
pent paris
rmentation perfect,
yr after effervescence.
and
being
f the oonsti
wich renders the
choer
1 Boe
Johanns
is related
1008 enliven
& guest whom Llhey
they prepare a little sar.
in the great vaulted cellars,
» the barrels are stored by the hund-
ds, they have a lighted sperm candle put
barrel. An llluminstion quite
{ worthy of the sitars of Bacchus,
The Steinberg wines, such as are Ehown
| here, come from the suction heid wnou-
ally at those vineyards. Al that ume
wines three and four years old are sold.
The oid wines are not sold at suction, but
have a tixed price that is astonishing: and
there are still others which cannot be
bought under any circumstances what-
ever, and are only drank *‘three drops al &
ume.” The vines in the Blelnberg mioe-
yard grow and bear well for thirty years,
at the end of which time they are cut
down, and the ground allowed to rest for
years, after which they arc newly
planted,
Mi escCh
three
TE ————
Fresh Hats.
It is the delight of importers of finery
to get hold of some thing entirely novel,
keep it out of sight until a fashionable
season has actually begun, end then
suddenly and extensively display if,
thus gaining a few weeks of monop ly
before his domestic rivals can put
duplicates into the market. There are
several dealers in hats who originate
styles of their own, usually in felt ma-
terials, and are able, through an ao
quired reputation for fashionable leader
ship, to force them into popularity in
nearly every instance, Having per-
fected the desigus for the winter, they
close the doors of their factories as
tightly as the portals of a Masonic
| lodge, and manufacture a full stock as
securely as possible. Rivals send spies
to discover the fresh shapes, and some-
goods safe from compeition until they
are shown to the publie for sale, Thus
| ive, and very profitably so, for the
which to gratify her whimsical fancy
will gladly pay ten dollars for a plain
felt hat, though intrinsically it may
not be worth two, provided she is sure
she will not meet its counterpart on
every block of her walks abroad.
But about the cork bonnets, The
sheets are so thin that they can be usel
like cloth, and the surface, which is
left to ite natural color, has somewhat
the appearance of leather, The bonnet
and muff are trimmed in a correspond-
ing style with fur, and the effect is odd.
Bsns
“Have you been to the bench show?”
“Yes; was there last night”
“Heo any nice dogs?”
“No; there were no dogs there,”
“Bat you said you had been to the
bench show?”
“Yes; but I saw no dogs.”
* Well, where were you, anyhow
“At a historical lecture,”
“Wino is that poor old fellow totter.
ing along, munclung a crust? He looks
as if he had not had a square meal for a
month,”
“That is the owner of a well-known
line of hacks,”
“And who is that fat, jolly gentle-
man with the beavy gold chain and
pulging pocket-book along side of
m
“Oh! he is one of the men who drive
the hacks,”
Waex the stopper of a glass decanter
is too t a cloth wet with hot water
nook will cause the
stopper may