Ten Re SE
A Chstle in the Al
1 10’: o oastle in the air, it rose at my
com mam,
For tairy builders raared the the pile in
Faney'’s happy land;
And in its vast enchanted halls there dwelt
my lady falr—
"Twas all tor love of her I built my castle
in the alr
i wooed her thers with tender words, I
won her for my bride,
And through long years of dreamy bliss I
kept ber by my side;
All joy and peace surrounded us, for
worldly want or care
Had never found the entrance to my castle
in the air.
Put years went by, the victor years which
surely conquer all,
“With a temnpest’s breath and battle’s rage
they shook my castle wall;
They wrought their cruel work at length,
and now, in lone despair,
{stand amid the ruins of my castle in the
air.
But beautiful in ruin still its crumbling
walls appear,
To me the very moss that hides its grey-
worn stones is dear;
For tho’ its halls are empty now,
tho’ its hearth is bare.
The love that built it has outlived my cas-
tie in the air.
and
TR SIRT
NOT TOLD AT THE INQUEST.
“Sir Francis Falldew, Bari. , to Kate,
only daughter of Ilarold Redfern,
Esq.” The maternal owners of mar-
riageable maidens said there was a
dreadful disparity, the bridegroom being
quite forty years old, and the bride in
the last of her teens, Matured maidens
who had lived long enough to have
man who had disgraced himself
domestic service person. But
the marnage. Sir Francis 1s rich, and
offer of an earl the day before she said
“Yes” the baronet.
chemically got up professional beauty,
but one nature’s beauties, also a
mentally gifted gitl, and amiable, too,
despit cing endowed with a full share
of the very haughty Redfern pride. It
a tradii
3
0
of
i3
Redfern w
Kine. being rebuked for his man-
ner to His Majesty, said, **I pay hom-
age to eign as my Sovereign;
as 2 man a Stuart owes homage to Red-
fern.” To duly appreciate the real life
tragedy 1 am about to narrate, it 1s
necessary to be mindful that no prouder
woman could be met with than my
heroine. Not an ignoble pride, for she
was only proud of being the descendant
one of the oldest families in
Britain, that there was no record
f any Redfern doing aught to sully the
honor of his name.
The marriage of Sir Francis and Kate
was not a matrimonial alliance, a sort
»f lease for life arranged and adjusted
by lawyers, but a matrimonial union, a
union of hearts as well as of Lands,
Theiefore, the disappointed maternal
owners of marriageable maidens, and
thie angry matured maidens old enough
to have been matrons twenty years ago,
were not comforted by seeing the dis-
cord and unhappiness they had pre-
dicted. Sir Francis and Lady Falldew
were an exceptionally happy husband
Was
my Sover
ard
willl
refer to the
The chiris-
celebrated at Falldew
’ * ir Fr sod 3
+t of Sir Francis in Hop-
was
reader will readily picture the
sicing, the outdoor games, the feast.
the tepantry, the tradesmen, the
laborers; and of all the world and his
wife and his children. In the stately
hall of the Grange thers was a banquet
worthy of the occasion, and the roof
rang with the cheers that greeted the
toast, *‘Ilealth and long life to Francis
Redfern Falldew.”
The banquet was over, the guests
were in the drawing-room, when a ser-
vant came up and spoke to his master,
“] can see no one on any business.’
“My dear Falldew,” said an M. I.
ng ol
up for the county, and as soon as you
are in the House, and especially when
see anybody on any business, at any
time."
In the midst of a chat about the
coming contest for the county, the ser-
vant returned and put a paper into his
master’s hand.
Under-Secretary, *‘that your persistent
caller is a voter who is convinced that
the Empire will be ruined unless he
expounds to you his views about a mea-
sure for storing rain-water and bottling
summer heat.”
Sir Francis looked at the paper, and
his face flushed and then became pale
as he crushed it in his hand.
+I will see the person. Excuse m
absence for a few minutes,” .
“Ah,” observed one of the guests, as
Sir Francis left the room, ‘*he seems
knocked over. Perhaps there is bad
news from Newmarket about one of his
horses in training there.”
“More likely bad news about the
election,” remarked the M. I’. and
{I nder-Secretary, “for when a fellow
gets into polities he cares for nothing so
much, and is almost indifferent to other
bothers!”
Sir Francis went to the library, and
when he had e¢losed the door a woman
who had been seated stood up and threw
‘pack a thick veil which had concealed
rher face. She was an old woman with
gray hair, a wrinkled forehead, sunken
cheeks, and thin, bluish lips.
“It 18 over twenty years since we
and I dare say you thought 1 was
80 I might have been, only 1
was kept up with the thought of this
meeting. oat grows slowly, but it
grows, and right comes slowly, but it
comes, It is seven thousand four
fussed and ten days ad nights since
we , weary days weary nights.
I have waited and waited, and now the
four has come.”
ny dad in »
’ woman,
“What! do you forget me? I am
‘Mrs, Neve, the mother of Ethel Neve,
who married you and became the law
Mul Lady F , and consequently I
aw grandmother to Ethel’s son, your
son, Francis Falldew., Now do you
remember me?’
“Yes. I had not forgoiten you.
Why are you here? 1 have nothing to
do with you; or you with me. Why
do you come to me after so many
years?”
“I will explain, also, why I come at
this particular time; and on this special
day. I have not come to ask you for
money.’
“I am engaged, and what you have
to say must be sawd quickly,”
“I know. Christening party. If you
are very busy, go. I can speak to
others. This 18 a pretty way to recelve
a mother-in-law after being so long
parted, For you remember me, and
you know I am your mother-in-law.”
That woman his mother-in-law. Sir
Francis’ face flushed when he heard
he word, but the tone of his volce was
not unkind when he said:
“1 am mindful that you were the
wother of Ethel. I am also mindful
of the dead and veanrul past, Why you
have come hers 1 know not. I tell you
that your visit must not be repeated.
The past is passed.”
Mrs, Neve laughed, and her laughter
was shrill and mocking.
“If you will listen, I'll soon make
you undegstand Bhat the past is not
passed as you think; and if you won't
listen to me there are other ears that
will. Anyhow, the eas of the law will
hear.”
“Mrs. Neve, it will be better for yon
not to go to a lawyer; but, whether you
do or not, you must not trouble me.
When Ethel died 1 gave you a sum of
money that would yisld you an income
of £150 a year, not that you had a
claim on me, but for the sake of the
painful past. If that money ig gone, if
| lawyer, and I may assist you.”
Again the mocking laugh.
“Well, in all the years of looking for
Didn't 1 say
I am not here for money?’’
““Then why are you here?”
“I will tell you, if you are not other- |
wise engaged for a few minutes,
you didn't, for you said I had tricked
you into marrying Ethel. So 1 did,
baronet lawfully wed the daughter of |
being in the coffee-shop line.
Oh, what |
lies I told you about his
dying
in
Confederates as a British volunteer.”
“1 remember well how you imposed |
upon me; and since you do not even
dare to boast of it, you must at
once leave my house, and I forbid you
to enter it again.”
“What is
temper?
Well,
the use of getting in a |
You had better hear me out, |
you did not think me a fool, but |
smart as 1 am. Now, by hook
by crook, I found out what you and
your father, the old Sir Francis, were
at. You were going to try to annul |
the marriage —and you might have done
it then—and if so Ethel would not have
been Lady Falldew,and the baby would
not have been heir to the title and the
estates, So 1 again set my to
work, and again I tricked you
**I wish to hear no more about
tricks.”
“But you If not from
then from Well, Ethel, 1
the baby went to Wales, and then you
heard from Ethel that the baby was
dead, and soon after you heard from
me that Ethel was dead. 1 sent you
certificates of death, didn’t 17"
be Ye a."
“How I quaked lest you should get
some one to inquire; but you were so
glad to be out of the muddle that the
certificates were enough for you, and
you stopped the proceedings about the |
marriage since you thought yourself to
be a childless widower,”
There was something in the tone and !
emphasis of Mrs, Neve that made Sir
or |
wils
your
must,
others,
rise
he,
and
“It is 80 many years ago, that I dare |
say you may have lost those certificates, |
deaths.” i
Sir Francis recollected that a long |
while ago he had lost some papers of no |
| were the certificates and letters men-
tioned by Mra. Neve. But be instantly |
reflected that her suggesting the loss |
| was a mere coincidence, and that after |
all the certificates, if they had been re- |
| quired, could have been replaced by
| fresh copies. The woman seemed to
read bis thoughts, for she said:
“Of course copies of genuine certifi- |
| cates can always be had, but those cer-
| shams—forgeries!”
““Forgeries!”
“Yes; I suppose that is the lawful
word, The baby did not die, and
| Ethel did not die. I only pretended
ings. "
Sir Francis started from his chair jand
with a vague fear and terror. But he
became quickly composed, for why
should he believe the statement?
In moments of excitement thought is
rapid, and as he resumed his seat he
reasoned about the matter, and con-
cluded that if Ethel and the child had
not died he would have heard of them
years ago.
Again Mrs, Neve seemed to read his
thoughts, and said:
* Of course it 1s a wonder to you that
if they were not dead you should not
have heard about them for over twenty
years. I will explain. Witnesses do
not die in a few months, and to make
it safe that you could not get rid of
Ethel and cut off the boy we went to
foreign parts, but at every move taking
caution on caution to have plenty of
witnesses as to where we came from,
80 that there would be no fear of your
getting out of it by denying that Ethel
is Ethel, or that the boy is your identi.
cal son. Lor, I am carefull ‘The only
time you saw the child its foot was
bound up, snd I told you that by an
accident its foot had been crushed, and
that the middle and little toes had been
accident. 1
proved in any court, It was abou!
seven years, and we were coming back,
when Ethel got queer in her head,
owing to sunstroke, and when we did
come the boy was ten years old, and we
put him to school, and again Ethel got
queer, and has since always been queer
on and off, and mostly on. So, thinks
I, it will be better to wait and wait
until the boy was twenty-one and could
do as he liked with you, and not you
with him, He will be twenty-one in a
few months. And why did I not wait
for the few months, eh?”
Sir Francis did not reply to the ques
tion, for he felt as incapable of speaking
as if he were in the agony of a night-
mare dream.
“Of course I heard of your bigamy
with Miss Redfern, who is Miss Red
fern still, and of course I heard of the
birth through the papers, and hkewise
about this jollification; and, thinks I,
Francis is too near the twenty-one to
be hurt, and it is just a nice time to let
Sir Francis know he has never been a
childless widower, but that his wife
Ethel is still alive, though just now off
her head, and that Ethel’s son, who Is
his son, is just as strong and Realthy a
young man as any father could own.
Likewise, a correct young photo of his
pa, the baronet,”
Sir Francis had recovered his power
of speech, and was angry with himself
for being in any way or degree affected
by the wild and vu'gar story.
“What 18 your motive for Inventing
such
but I warn you, Mra, Neve, that if you
annoy me again I shall not spare youn.”
Mrs. Neve greeted the warning with
a mocking laugh, and then said:
““SWhen 1 told you lies you believed
me, ard now l
not believe me. How strange!
hoarse, stifled whisper, ‘‘oli, any way,
any way!”
Three days afterwards she was miss-
ing from the house, and was found,
with her baby clasped in her arms, at
the bottom of the ornamental water in
the grounds of Failldew Grange,
It bad been raining, and the path by
the water might have been slippery,
and therefore the Coroner's jury held
that she had fallen in, and returned a
verdict of accidental death; for the
story of her great trouble and sorrow
was not told at the inquest,
— EE a —.
An Experimental Cook.
When Fred Sibley marmed Alice
Wheeler he took her to a well-furnished,
comfortable home, and to all appearance
life opened out most auspiciously for
those two who had become one,
For a time all went well Mrs,
Wheeleg, the mother of Alice, lived with
the vommg couple, as had been planned
before the marriage, She wasa woman
of good sense, and effaced herself as
much as was consistent with her own
self-respect. ~oognizing the right of the
young people te perfect freedom under
their own roof-tree,
She did more, Fred's means were not
adequate to the expense of Keeping ¢
cook, and Mrs, Wheeler was a practical
housekeeper,
part of the work with her own
and furnished the )
se admirable meals whi
ric fame as ‘Mother’
}
+s
hist i cooking.
Fred
liar w
» economy which is the weal
omen’'s lives, but she had
¥ fava ¢ {
here of love and good.
sone when mattied, She
that
years
tiles 11 1th
Quite ami 1d
most §
ship, tit
clues and proofs of what I have
go
you, from your mother-in-law.’
When Mrs, Neve had
cis took up the packet of
first thought was
firegrate and burn them. Why should
he tronble himself any more about the
mad story of that vile woman? Yet if
she again annoyed bim, tl
1 H1088
to put them
in his fron safe and returned to
He was unusually lively
solved to forget
iy, being re-
all about the visit and
Dut
it, and the remembrance of
worried and vexed him next day, He
said to himself a hundred times over
that it was foolish to give a
thought to such a story, but
points were constantly recurring in his
mind —that he had accepted the certifl-
second
that? Well, I suppose I must dine on
potatoes w-h-g-w! they're burnt as black
us my hat,”
“1 believe they did scorch a little,”
sald Alice coolly; ‘they boiled dry.
What's that a sign of, mother?”’
But at that moment Mrs, Wheeler ex-
cused herself, and without answering
her daughter's question went to he:
room.
“(rive me some pudding!”’ Fred com-
manded in the martial tone in which he
might have said, ‘‘Give me liberty or
give me death!”
He devoured a plateful while his wife
regarded him as if he were some new
zoological specimen,
“Is the pudding good?’ she inquired
timidly.
“It doesn’t need any praising,” re-
marked her lord and master. ‘Give
me another dose.”
Then the worm turned, Alice rose
from the table and all unconscious of
her chief-cook-and-bottle-washer appear-
ance confronted the would-be household
tyrant,
“Mr, Sibley,” she said in a clear, firm
voice, and with what Semantha Allen
would call a “majestic mein,” *‘I have
| cooked the first and last dinner I shall
| ever cook for you. If you had given me
i one word of praise or encouragement
ould probably have gone on
per your despotic appetite with lmpos-
sible cooking. Now I shall do my own
work 1m my own way. And I will never
defraud a professional cook of
-
her wor
red-handed da
He WAS as good
next dav a
{ Ossian was installed mn the
i hier it
y resumed
IN IRISH HOVELS.
MADE
Where the “ French Embroidered”
Handkerchiefs Come From.
The prettiest giris in all Ireland, ex-
cepting perbaps those of Galway, may
be found 1n Donegal country. They are
tall, straight and walk with a vigor and
elasticity that eomes from constant ex-
ercise, Their hair is abundant and 1s
of a purer black than can be found else.
where in the kingdom. The eye is
sometimes dark, but generally a dark
blue, shining forth from under the
blackest brows, which contrast with a
clear and rather too colorless com-
plexion, the result, probably, of want
of animal food, As 1 was jaunting
along the other day I heard two voices
singing which seemed to emerge froma
green hillside until the car came close
upon the singers, a couple of girls with
just such bair, eyes and skin as I have
detcribed, nestled down in the deep
grasses, thick with, fairy thimbles,
busily at work “‘sprigging.’’ Jumping
off the car, I asked to look at the work,
their
lin handkerchief was pinned.
In taking up one of them I recognized
the embryo of what we call in the Uni-
Ntates a french embroidered
Un the square of deli-
lawn bad stamped an
elaborate pattern of ti flowers and
oped bor-
worked in fine
ing" proper
titch, in which
wrought.
fine
been
ny
This was being
the “'s
yer
EL
0% 5
*
being the over-and-ove
$ .
the flowers
given t
pr
i
are E
vant ’ Ys
ie pattern by the
lination for mu
fested sif at a very early
old spinet is still preserved ‘
at Sant’ Agata, on which he prac
when a child. The instrument bes
cur inscri which: shows
date at whiel
ticed on it.
HLS SC
» great composer
¢ translation of
which is in Italian, 1s worth
“By me, Stevano Cav-
hammers were restored and
for this
have fitted a pedal ;
these hammers gratis,
tion,
here:
the
covered with leather
| ment, to which 1
and 1 have made
seeing the 1 disposition
ng Giuseppe Ver
{ ing to pls
to
OOH thio
OOK Lila
¥
1814, ras, of course,
certificates and the letters
about the
its foot was bound up, and he had been
told that two of the toes had 1
putated. Several tines he took out the
packet of papers, but returned it to the
iron safe without
should he bother himself
papers which had been p
port the impossible fic
could not cease 10 think
look at the
spared to sup-
on? Dut he
yf the story,
tion it to his
solicitor, whom be had to see on some
other business, Not, as he admitted to
himself, that he was in the least
alarmed, but the woman might be
be well to
his legal adviser as to what he
0
consult
solicitor by an apology for repeatin
such an absurd story, and was rather
gravely to it, and was still graver when
packet of papers,
“Surely you are not in the least im-
pressed by the wild story. ?"”’
“It 1s indeed a wild story, Sir Fran-
further annoyance, These papers give
pames, dates and addresses, and there-
fore we can readily deal with the mat-
ter.’
“When shall I call on you again?
Do not write to me, as Lady Falldew
acts as my Secretary, and might read
the letter, and I should not like her to
hear about the annoyance,’
“Call on me this day week."
“Nut earlier?”
*1 think not.
Francis,
wild story of Mrs. Neve was
Ethel, the woman he
for the insane, Francis, the son
What could be done? The case was
and B form, as the real
suppressed, and they ad-
vised proceedings for a divorce as soon
as the lawful wife recovered from ker
periodical fit of insanity, as a suit for
annulment was out of the question.
Divorce! What could that avail? If
he succeeded in his suit, as he was ad.
vised be was sure to do, be might then
form a legal union with his beloved
Kate, but at present she was not his
lawful wife, and her son and his son
was not and never could be the heir to
the title.
The lawyer employed by Mrs, Neve
became so pressing that something had
to be done, and the affair could no lon-
ger be concealed from Kate. She heard
of the calamity with painful calmness;
and when her husband exclaimed, “Oh
that by dying I could save you from
this sorrow,’’ she said:
*1 know you would die to save me
and to save the boy from shame, but
your dying would not do it. Sol am
not your Wife amd my boy is"
Presently said, “Ah! if there
were any way -oli, any way--to hide
the shame, to prevent “he shame.”
, Bhe did not
, Bhe red to have be-
umb, and when her husband
‘she wrote, “1
she was heard
herself, in a
counsel ir
wish vou would cook the dinn
ith the help from your
a chicken, cook peas,
and make 1
* and t}
motl
asparagus
ny
16 new auto.
his
s -nest pudding,’
to
business leaving his wife witl
ened color and displeased expression, for
this sudden assumption of authority
distasteful to her.
For this husband of hers was only her
senior by a vear, and they “didn't know
where he
Mrs. Wheeler scarcely glanced at ber
faughter as she rose from the table and
breakfast service.
in their places
herself in. Onee during the long fore
opened her door,
“What is it?” she called anxiously.
“I've cut one of my fingers off, but
it's no matter,” was the tearful answer,
Dinner time came, so did Fred, Mrs,
Alice was in her own place, very much
flushed, with the black, symbolic charac.
tersof the *‘key of the kitchen'’ inscribed
tated finger tied up in an old kid glove
sheath,
re-assuring.
“Why, Alice!
ney sweep!”
“1 feel like was the answer,
Fred began with an attempt to carve
the chicken, Neither knife nor fork
made the slightest impression. He laid
them down.
“Did you parboil it?" he inquired,
“No, 1 didn't suppose chickens
needed to be parboiled?”
“Chickens don’t,’’ retorted Fred; “old
fowls do. Nobody living can dismen-
ber this one,”
Then he removed a cover and his lips
began to curl,
“What in-—-what sort of a mess is
this?"
“Peas on toast,’ answered Alice, with
a brave swallowing of some obstruction
in the throat-—her heart probably.
“Cats on toast,’ snapped Fred; “who
ever heard of cooking peas in that way?’
“You have forgotten to ask a bles.
sing,” # od Alice, with a wicked
twinkle of sarcasm in her eye,
Fred instantly dropped his head and
mumbled:
“For what we are now about to receive
the Lord make us thankful. Amen
what sort of a stew is there in this
dish?” ‘
“That is us.”
Y ou look like a chim-
one.’
his benefit.
His first master
the village of Boncole,
not at as generally sup-
posed) the composer was born. After
three years’ instruction the child had
made such rapid progress that be was
appointed organist of the church. His
father, desiring give him a better
education than could be obtained in
his native village, sent him to the
neighix own of Busseto. Here,
be obtained
Antonio
exercised an
influence on his subsequent
Barezzi was an enthasiastic
ir who played several instru-
and whose house was the head-
quarters of the Philharmonic Sociely
Busseto, of which Glovanni Pro-
vesi, the organist of the cathedral, was
conductor.
In such an atmosphere the gens of
young Verdi rapidly developed. Provesi
was so impressed Ly the prom 'se he
showed that he offered to give him les-
Of these such advantage was
taken that at the end of two or three
years the master frankly owned that
his pupil knew as much as himself.
When, in consequence of advantage,
Provesi gave up We conductorship of
| the Philharmonic Society, his piace
was taken by Verdi, then sixteen years
told, who at once began 10 Compose
pieces for the society, which were pro-
duced under his own direction, These
early works are still preserved in the
Library of the society at Busseto.
—
Petroleum
Found.
was the organist of
in which (and
Busseto, is
1o
yrin $
Wing |
the house of
distiller, who
a situation in
Barezzi, a
important
of
SONS,
A Natural Refinery
Entering through a crevice between
| two gigantic rocks, the explorers found
themselves in a circular basin 300 feet
in cireumference and lofty in height.
| The floor of this basin is regularly
| paved with broad flagging as if done by
| the hand of man, From three paris of
| the basin arose a thin, bluish vapor,
{ spreading through the underground
| chamber a close, oildike smell. On in-
vestigation this vapor was found
{arise from deep seams in the rocky
floor. One of the party produced
| long cord and, attaching it to a small
stone, attempted to gauge the depth
of these seams. No bottom could be
reached however, On the stone being
| withdrawn it was in every instance
{ found to be covered with yellow sticky
matter of glue-like consistency, strongly
impregnated with a petroleum odor,
| One of the party stumbled on a second,
| opening, and this led into a third and
| smaller chamber, in the center of which
| was a working, bubbling oil fountain.
This was the pure article itself, clear as
if fresh from the best oil refinery. In
fact, it was the product of a natural
refinery, and the most potent forces
were engaged in its manufacture,
From deep down in the bowels of the
earth came a sound as of a steady
churning, and the oil mass heaved and
shook at intervals, as the continued
product of the natural refining process
was poured in,
Thread bas recently been made from
the bolls of milk weed, which 18 said to
to bave the echsinency and tenacity of
flax or linen thread, fibre is long
easily carded, and can be adapted to
spinning on an ord! flax spluner,
Easily grown, the t, hitherto a
worthless weed, may prove a nval to
the cotton of the south,
Love Caxrs are made of three
five ounces of sugar, six of flour,
to and acs wh
pan
baking.
N
Hace svUlching, ‘vel
ey 19
aid 1
wandkerc
four or six
to ten pence
sr the more elaborate ones,
k, requiring
and flagging in
§ CAD earn in a
ixty-two and a half
: (seventy-five
ar they can
ing up odd mo-
close appli-
irs a day for six
the most beaut:-
efs and ladies’
18, along the road-
of lre-
Ose appiica-
o
un
days. And in
ful Frend
Wear are 1
side and in
land
this woy
andker
in hove
he fields of North
ti —
ee
The Eyes of the
, with its bu
h presenting th
is proved by separat-
y-sided cornea and looking
ith a microscope at a can-
bee, morever, besides
«d eyes, carries on the
simple eyes, very
r short-distance vision, Then
, whereby 1t feels
oe
through it «
dle flame,
{s pair of facet
top of its head
convex, fi
there are its antenne
its way dark hive,and which
{ moreover its exquisite power of
ll. Bees can hear, too, though Sir
y Lubbock thinks not, They seem
because, like wise people, they
ry attend to such sounds as concern
: their own hive’s *‘roar’’ the strag-
rlers can hear a very long way off, and
Mr. Cheshire thinks that the old key
and warming pan music at swarming
time is by no means exploded. Their
impassiveness under many Kinds
sounds he compares with that of most
human a thunderstorm: we
are as if we heard not, whereas if a
child cries for nelp we wake inte ac-
tivity.
Bees are clearly not
emotion or nerve
vw 4}
: Lae
of
beings in
to waste
Tuey have a
given
force.
knots or lumps where the nerve thread
meets. A bee's brain is a larger gang-
lion placed in 1t8 head, divided-—like
ours—into two lobes. In queens and
drones the brain is small. The worker
the ant and more than twenty times as
much as the cockchafer. Intellisent
though it is, we need not supposs gt 10
be a high-class mathematician because
Mr. Cheshire says that if jou put a
soap bubble on a bit of slate one side
Pat another close to it
sides, Now add five more bubbles, so
now be perfectly hexagonal all the
being flat, the free ones curved. This
is the case in the hive, the free walls of
the comb always running in a sweep,
and the hexangonallty being simply due
to the pressure of one bee against au-
other as they are working.
ni aI III A son
Half Cents Wanted,
There is a growing demand in New
York City for a smaller coin than a cent
The little red coin has traveled West
until it has reached the shores of the
Pacific, where it may be said to meet
the brass cash of Cathay, and no smalle:
colin is needed in the West. But here a
half cent would tend to prevent waste
among the poorer people. Thus there
are plenty of toys which are retailed at
a cent each which could be, and w 1
be profitably sold at half acent. (‘re
must buy an even number of pounds of
sugar and an even number of some
Kinds of * or lose half a cent, It
will sound mean to some people to hear
one complain of the loss of half a cent,
but the old Scotch proverb about willful
waste and woful want cannot be ign.
red, “The standard coin of France is
the franc,” said a Frenchman te me
recently, *‘and it is as ig a coin there
as a dollar is here, That is because we
have also the centime-—a fifth of your
cent. It wonld make America richer
to give the people a balf-cent coin.*
It is smooth ice the
rough path 1s saat for the fet.