' — PALLADS OF CHANCES LOST. }. Whey came too Inte or else arrived too soon-— These opportunities the god's prov de, We were too slow to grasp them, spurned tho boon, In some queer fashion we have let them slide, Now 1 g we in the race while men deride, Still dimly trusting that our look will mend; But we must creep where we had hoped to stride, And struggle somehow onward to the end, IL. Here's Jones laments an outing missed in June: Smith, stocks whose values since have mul- tiplied ; Brown moans the college yeais he played buf- foon, And White, the girl he might have made his brid +; And some with sorrows much more dignified Mut all the while "gainst orael odds con- tend; Brave souls with cares and griefs they try to hide, Who struggle somehow onward to the IIL So many thoughts that ring a doleful tune, So mauy reasons one's poor self to chide, No wonder hopeless mortals sit acd croon The sad old dirge : * If we had only tried, end. tide, And reached the port with strength and days to spend; And strug ile somehow onward to the end.” Toilers, Experience comes a tardy, Take heart, tak to whom, successful joys denied, i t asty friend, heed, with patisuce for your And struggle somehow onward to the end. SISTER GABRIELLE. the Franco-Prussian War. EY HIS WIFE. When the Franco-Prussian war broke news of the commencement of hostilities When, four years later, | met and mar- ried my husband, it was one of my great delights to get him to tell me ‘ail about the war.” Of the many reminiscences of his soldier days, none, perhaps, inter- ested me more than the story of a sweet nun who nursed him in St. Malo Hospi tal. This is the story just as [ heard it for the first many years ago. | hope it will not lose too much by not be ing told in French, as it was then given to me, We were sitti yy the bridge iliy, near the Boi 3 “There,” said n about the over. We were fast of the Communards, my warming to the work in gras when the piece of spent shell time of Neu- in Paris: vig de 1 otiogne, iy hu where £. shand, } : I was knocked the better spot retting HG hospital. 1 remember puzzled that there should be relatively no pain in & wound of but the pain came soon enough when the fever set in. The doctor of the Versailles Hospital was a rough specimen, as army doctors often are—in France, atany rate—and you may fancy that the groans and moans of the other wounded were not soothing either. being that sor be able to be removed to a country hos pital. That was after I had been under his treatment for six weeks. ‘The sights, sounds and smell of the place had grown so sickening to me that i think I could have kissed him when he talked of sending me to St. Malo. He came in one morning, and, in his brusque way, said, as he probed the wound for bits of shattered bone: ** “We shall be able to pack you off in a few days. You would like tc transferred to St. Malo, would you not? You come from that part of the country, don’t you! The air will suit you.’ **He was a brute, but he had awfully good cigars, and he used to make me smoke une when ke was going to have an extra go at my wound. I suppose he hoped the goodness might prove infee- tious. | used to call him strings of bad names while he was digging away at his work on my arm. Somehow it relieved me, and, truth to tell, he took it all in good part, erevt him, and he of me; and glad enough was I to find myself in the clean, quiet, nun- town. There I had a room to myself, as sweet, sunny room and hear no groans but my own was almost like being in heaven. The daily cleanings of the wound, still pretty painful, were recom- mended under the bands of another sur- geon, who proved to be a very good fel- low. He and I struck up quite a friend. ship after a while. “Well, life was, if not exactly rosy, at any rate once more worth living. The brightness and calm were very sweet after the horrors of the Versailles hospi- tal, and a serenity filled the air, like an echo of organ tones brought in by the wuns from chapel. “The nun who attended to me was an angel. Don't be jealous. 1 was there in St. Malo three months, Before one month had passed I had grown to love ber as I should have loved my sister, if she bad lived. I loved the sound of her voice, and the touch of her deft, gentle bands. I would have gone through the surgeon's Jrohings wit out a groan, if she might have rebandaged the arm after. wards. But Dr, Nadaud always did that Sister Gabrielle—that was called her---would come direct. done with me, and would try bandages to make sure they were not hurting, arrange the pillows afresh, and smooth out the wrinkles in the counter. pane, and my brow at the same time, ith me all the while in Her voice ] one around with a delicious feeling of security and well-beieg, Bometimes she would sit and talk with me about the battles, and lead me invo chats about my mother, who was ill herself at this time, and not able to come and see me. ‘ ‘How old was Sister Gabrielle?” Oh I suppose she must have been about twenty-four or five then, She had the Norman blue eyes, and a fair complexion, which the white wrappings about her face seemed to heighten and irradiate. Is it the white lawn, or is it a beauty that the self-denying life lends to them, which makes the faces of so many of those women look so lovely? 1 called Sister Gabrielle an angel just now, but vou must not faney there was any cold saintliness about her; in fact, it was her very ready sympathy with all my ac of my young life in the outer world thet drew my heart towards her. It was her very womanliness thut set me wondering who she could have been, and what had led her to shut her- self away from the world. There was counts after week, and hundreds of times as 1 looked at that sweet woman moving about the room, I pictured her without the coif, and said to myself that if she were not then a beloved wife, with a husband's protecting arm around her, and children climbing about her knees, it was not because the love that should have led to this had been wanting, but certainly because some marring chance had prevented the realization of such happiness, i a pretty history to myself,’ with Sister { Gabrielle for the heroine. A woman | with a voice like hers, and such a smile, i was bound to have loved deeply. Some- { times, when she was not speaking, her $s had a sad, far-away look. ly compare it to the look of nt wilco was toiling a hot, (austy (14 i 3 t. & fO BIODANR 107 4 New Cot to i said a long good-bye i «1 more than oa mi 's face, It was | shoulders, and with fresh, vigorous reso | lution, stepped on into the long expanse of road that went stretching away t horizon. | “One day—I could not help | broke into one of those litt » tho it—I le reveries of { hers, 8 ‘My sister.” | said, i tiful as you are, how is married “With lifted finger, as one speaks to a too daring child, she said only: ‘Ssssh!’ “Then with the movement of the emi grant readjusting his knapsack, she added: ‘Allons! half past ten! daud will be here before we are ready for him? “From that day Sister Gabriclle avoid- ed sitting by my bedside, She watched over me just as tenderly as before; but our talks were shorter, and I never ven ‘sweet and beaun- qu a . 3 Neverthele 8 0 repeal my estion as you may lving the he long days, it was n impossible on wondering what | mad sent autiful woman into the quiet vhere | found her. “One day [ discos if rame Hi CLINE and i Jeanne of did not le Of necessary 2 much by wns noble, {« bility in every line and in every pose of her bod: For a talkative fellow, 1 thought Nadaud had remarkably little to say about his former t w she had the stamp of no- and, sounding him once or twice t, I came to the conclusion that it was useless to look to him for en Hghitenme nt, £15 sion YW SW Oman ; after gently s ths sis 3 on the subje but I also came to the con- that Sister Gabrielle ei tory. “August came, | in St bad a his bad been three months Malo Hospital, and now the time for leaving had arrived. It was early morning. at the gate, with my luggage upon it, and Sister Gabrielle had come doorway which Jed into the ¢ ourtyard to see me ofl. Early as it was, the sun was already well on his day's journey, and perhaps it was the strong i white wall that made her shade her eves so persistently with her left hand while we were saving ‘Good-bye.’ own eyes, there was something the mat- «0 much of it as I could see from the St. Malo hospital door way, had taken on a strange, blurred look since [saw it from the window ten minutes before, “*‘Adien, mon Heutenant! Adien?” | cried Sister Gabrielle, in a voicr meant | to be very cheery, ** ‘Adieu ma sur! May I come to see ' you and the old place, if ever I find my- self in these latitudes again?’ ‘“ ‘Yes, yes, that is it; come back and | see who is in your little bed under the window. Take care of thearm!' touch- { ing the sling that held it, ‘Dr, Nadaud | will expect a letter from you in copper. | plate style beiore another month is over. Allons! We will say, Au revoir, then, i not Adieu. Bon voyage, mon licuten- | ant, bon voyage!’ ; “Another handgrasp, and I made my way to the cab, feeling a strange intoxi- cated sensation at being once more on my legs in the open air after such a long stretch between the blankets, Away we attied down the steep stone-paved street, past the queer old high houses that, as the window-shutters were swung back, seemed to open their oyes and wake up with a spirited relish for another day's bustle and work. Very different, my dear, to the lazy drawing up of roller. blind in England is the ph open of Wh fls of a pair of French persiennes, and freshly ground coffee new floated out from the open doorways of est risers of St. rss Er alo, and presently t ngent, invig- orating odor of the sea mole itseif sme in spite of the mixed odors of the street. It was new life to be out in the open air again; and I wae going to soe my moth- er. But I oou not forget Sister Gabrielle.” Several years passed before my hus. band saw the old steep streets of St. Malo, ears brought great or di bam bung no Aw ar Cio Of wit to journal. Td ovatus In the English | men : : possessed great interest for him from tne first, Ope summer (six years after the war) we began to make a yearly journey to a town on the borders of Brittany, and always landed at St. Malo to take train for our destination, erally time enough to climb the dirty, picturesque street to the hospital and see sweet Sister Gabrielle, whose face would light up at sight of her old patient, and When the now English- traveler presented himself, it thethio charm, looking came to him in the bure, cool room re- served for visitors, Gabrielle would arrive with a sweet grave smile playing about her beautiful mouth, and there would be long talks about all that he had been doing; of the pleasant free life in England, of the English wife he had married, and of Bebe, a regular little Norman, whom he had promised to bring and show her some day. But that day never came, One hot August ‘morning, just seven years after he had left the hospital with his arm in a sling, my husband pulled at the clanging bell, and asked to see Sister Gabrielle. He was ushered into the in the perfume of the roses that clam. bered about the open window. Presently she had no longer in her used to greet him, send Sister Gabrielle to him. In a few sad words she told him were privileged 10 be near her. There was no positive disease, the doctor had d, but some shock or grief of i » must have undermioed her health the life of self-sacrifice she led had been caleulated to lenothen the fy id of her life. G tly and ind she fo « ¥ vio years id tringgle it bad snapped, drooped and died with the earl; Touched and saddened, our trave ped down the steep street to the lower More than ever he wondered what had been the history of the brave beautiful woman who bad nursed h seven years before Turning the corner of the Place teanbriand, he ran against a man “Pardon, monsieur!” “Pardon. monsieur!” The exclamations were Looking up the two cach other, *“‘Ah, my dear Doctor!” exclaimed my hushand *‘Sapristi, my dear Lieutenant! What are vou doing in St. Malo?” The young man having properly ac ed for his presence in the old ireton town, and made koown to Dr Nadand how glad he was to see him ignin, the two went off tooethor at the Hotel de Bretagn Mout [“Max O'Rell | «137 town im na simultaneous men recognized “isis ay count lunch where M luggage. Having th baht French dejeuner, the doctor and his former patient strolled out g-room into the central courtyard of I, which the sun had not too warm; and there, installs nseives at a little round table, unde ge laurel, they smoked and sipepd sir coffee, : eo “I will telll youall I know, ~ left refreshed themselves wi fen 1 #4 of hote said the companion, “It seemed almost a breach of confidence to tell you Sister Gabrielle's story while she lived, for | knew that purpose to work unknown, and to bury all that remained of Jeanne D'Alcourt When she first came she seemed not at all pleased to see me: no doubt because of the scenes that she had turned her back apon forever.” “Well,” a fine old house on the Boulevard de "Est, and it was there that Jeanne was born, Next door lived my sister and her the town, and a man well considered by all classes of his townsmen., It is the the skipping rope, and proving to be as unending as the circle of the hoop. My sister had a girl and a boy children with played together, walked out their nurses together, and were ever separated, until the time - but the two growth that before the day of parting came, they had made a solemn littie com- pact never to forget each other, “Eight years had passed, during which Jeanne and Raoul saw little of each other, “I'he first time the boy came home he seemed to Jeanne no longer a boy, and the shyness which sprang up between them then deepened with each succeed. ing year. “The boy was allowed to choose his profession, and he chose that of sur. gery. News reached Jeaftue from time te time, through his gister, of the prom. ising young student who, it was said, bid fair to win for himself a great name some day. “*At the age of twenty-two Raoul left Paris. His parents, who were growing old, wished their son near them; and steps were taken to establish him ina practice in Caen, “Time on, and Haoul had been six months in pariacrhip with old Dr. Grevin, whom he was eventually to suc: ceed, when Mme, D'Alcourt fell ill of in- flammation of the lungs, and so it hap pened that the two young people often met beside the sick for the elder partner was not always able to attend the patient, and his young aide was called upon to take his place. “‘By the time that Mme, D'Alcourt was well , both the young knew that the old love of their childhood had smouldered in their hearts through all the years of and was ready to burst into flame at a touch. But no word was spoken, “It was Is’ fond hope to be one in a position to ask for Jeanne as his but he knew that by. speaking be- he was in that po he would took Dr. Grevin to Jeanne's bedside, and a few moments’ examination showed him that the poor girl had taken diphtheria. After giving directions as to the treat. ment to be followed, he sald ho would return late in the evening, or would sead M. Leconte, ‘It was Raoul! who came, “With horror Lie saw that the case was already grave, and a great pang went { through him as he spoke to wy D'Al | court of the possibility of its being nee. essary to perform tracheotomy in morning, When morning came, in fact, | all next day, Jeanne hoped with a deep, longing, passionate hope. “The day after, however, it was evi dent that nothing could save the girl but { the operaticn, and was quickly decided { to try the last chance, | ““The rest is soon told. In that su- | preme moment, as Raoul made ready for i the work, the two young people told all { their hearts’ secret to each other in one Facts About the Atlantis Liners In view of the fact that in a few months the Cunard Company wll have two vessels afloat which are ex pected to reduce the passage between Queenstown and New York to five and a half or five and a quarter days, some statistics given by Arthur J. Maginnis on the ships, men and working of the Atlantic ferry are of great interest. In 4 ship like the Teutonle, to begin with, a sum of about 83,000,000 is invested, and the working expenses are proportionately heavy. In the sailing, engine and ber of 322 hands are required—47 in the third. The wages paid to these hands amount to say, $1,500 for the department, $4,800 for the once a ‘Hail!’ and a ‘Farewell!’ | **The operation was sucoessful. | “All went well | two days she was declared out of dan. | gor, | “But Raoul, unmindful of everything | except Jeanne's danger, had not been ory 1 for himself, and had receieved isome of the subtle poison from her | throat." In the cemetery of Caen, high up where { the sun first strikes, cua be seen a grave stone with the inscription Gri-git Raovrn Lecoste, Decede le 18 Juillet, 18°90 And this is why Sister Gabrielle's path to heaven led through the wards of a i wpital AROUND THE HOUSE, Rip or Rams axp Micg.~—The itd of rats and mice is them, but to make them ired of the locality and so in They are generally too smart to eat polson, even when it is prepared for their benefit in the most se luctive fashion, but they are not so par ticular tartar emetic. When a little of this is mixed with any favorite food they will eat as greedily as though the physic were not there, but in two or { three hours there will be the most dis. couraged lot of rats about the place that anybody ever saw. The tartar will not kill them, it only makes them deadly sick. If you put your ear to their holes u can hear them trying to vomit wtimes they will crawl out and walk yut like a seasick man, so ill that they not seem to care what becomes of them. But it disgusts them with the whole vicinity, nnd as soon as they are able to travel they march off and you se them no more To Ger way to get 1 " MHIs0Nn i ) thoroughly t to leave, duce them ret about How 710 Cane rou Piorores In 1 e of the principal cares it to the care of the ser. fd give it Fach picture ss carefully wi ning house on should be the pictures, is too often overlooked or left vants, when the mistress sho her personal attenti ¢ taken down dusted and 3 Ml. should the cord it on a table, and polish it until it is perfectly clear, Wipe the frame with a soft cloth wet in warm water and rub off ali fivepecks and other If the picture framed with a glass, paste paper smoothly all over the back to keep dust from sifting through the cracks Frames of polished wood, osk, walnut, or in fact anythiog but gilt, will be greatly improved by | rubbing them with a solution three parts linseed oil and one part turpentine | Apply with a woolen cloth and rub with i a dry woolen cloth until perfectly dry Before hanging the pictures fasten a large | cles th over the brush end of the | broom, and wipe the walls all £4 the walls are papered, and the paper is torn, or defaced, cover such places with scraps of the paper, matching if possible, to the figures. If you have no pieces of the paper, a Japanese scroll or a cheap placque, or even a bunch of dry grasses {tied with a nice bow of ribbon, will | cover the place and add beauty to the room. One lady covered pieces of paste board with colored satin and fastened the bunches of grass to them and they were very ornamental. Pictures should never be hang too high. You often see a choice little painting hung so high that you would have to mount a chair to see what the subject is. Always hang | them so that they can be easily seen by a | person of medium height. It is consid fered to be in better taste to use two | nails instead of one, it gives a more sym. | metrical effect, and indeed, it is worth i considering as a matter of safety. Be i very careful to hang pictures in the | proper light. If they are to beseea in a strong light do pot put them in an | obscure corner, and if painted in bright colors, do not place where the sunshine will fall on them. The Best Swimmers, baer wire or pa i wakh the dirt is i ClO over “While at the seaside last summer,” said Henry L. Faroham, of Springfield, Mass, who has been stopping at the Lindell, “I noticed one thing that sur prised me very much. That was that the best swimmers were not to be found among those who were brought up near salt waters, but among those whose early lives had been speut in the interior of the couniry. I also noticed that near. ly all the young men from the Southern and Southwestern States could swim, while not half. of the New Englanders were master of this art. The explana. tion I discovered to be as follows: *‘A man who has been training to swim in fresh water, when once he gets in the ocoan feels as if motion in the water presented no difficulties at all. The sea water is 80 much denser than the fresh that efforts that would send a ran but slowly in the latter give him a racing speed in the former. fresh-water swimmers always beat those trained by the ocean. The reason that there i { i i making a total of $8,650 a month, When these figures are considered. together with thc other expenses of maintenance, office expenses, insur- ance, agency commission, shore staff, works, port charges, interest on cap. ital, and depreciation, it may fairly taken that least the sum of $80,000 must be realized a trip before any profits can be counted on; so that some idea of the enormous sums at stake in the working and manage ment of an express transatlantic ln Mr. Maginnis holds he vast figures are considered, together ments, the chimerical nature of some of the schemes proposed from time to time for forming new lines which promise three and four days passage across the Atlantic can easily be dis- cerned. He regards them as over. difficulties are in pany or firm without shipping ex- service more luxurious and by the existing lines which would at the same time prove a financial CeSs, The New Bread. | Attention is called to the new method | of making bread of superior lightoess, | flueness and wholesomeness without . where bread in this paper. Even makers will be interested ia this, Powder Co., 106 Wall street, New York, that company will send in return, free, a cook book, containing ceipts for all kinds of cooking, yet pub- lished. Mention this paper. ——————— EN ———— She Dresses Dogs. A dog tailor £ ishes in Paris. This tailor is a woman, asd ber reception rooms cunningly cater to both mistress and pet. Here Prince Bow.wow has rugs, water bowls and biscuit jars, to re- fresh him during the trying-on processes, Here are the daintiest watercolor pat. tern books to chicose from, aod acythiog from sealskiu to chamois is provided. A green broadeioth lined and edged with seal, is a blanket that especially becomes milady's greyhound; but scarlet, edged { with silver cordings and lined with quilted satin, isa gay cont far the toy terrier. A tailor-made doggie, with a gold clasp under his chin and a mono- gram well toward his tail, » a sign of the times in France.—Detroit Free Pres. | The mother tongue is probably | guage of Mars. the lan My Health is Solid Cured of Gravel and Indigestion by Hood's Sarsapaville Chicago, lilinols, “1 want to say that 1 have beer made a new man by Hood's Sarsaparilla and Hood's Pills. 1 was in a wretched condition and paid to one physician $42 for attendance and prescriptions, which gave me ho re- lef. suffered intensely from gravel, and think I have endured as much mis. ery as any man from that complaint. 1 gave up hope of ever getting well and was only walking about to Save Funeral Expenses. Nothing would stay on my stomach. [began to take Hood's Sarsaparilla, and found that it did me good, so I kept on tI 1 have 3 3 i Clever Surgery. William Frey, who resides on Wash. ington avenue, Newport, K7., bas a ten sear old daughter who was zfflicted with a comapound club “sot. The bones wers twisted and the foot turped to such an ofa L that the zirl walked on the side of ber ankle and the toes pointed directly up. A local surgeon wes usked to de something. He opened the foot and re moved the bones, leaving a large Lole in the foot. To remedy this the surgeon killed a large chicken, and taking the thigh bones sawed them to fit the spaces left by the removal of the foot hones. Antigeptics were applied, the incision closed and sewed up, and after the foot had been placed in proper position it way made firm by splints and left alone, The other day the splints were removed when it was found the chicken bones had grown to the human bone, and the foot is now both sightly and weful. 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