— SHE Oranges are selling cheaper than ap- ples in apple-producing regions. Frenchmen are alarmed to find that there is a sharp decline in the thrift of the republic. Somebody who claims to know says that a child three years old is half the height it will ever be. The revival of interest in gold-min- ing in California is beginning to at- tract a good deal of attention, notes the Argonant. The total amount spent in foreign missions last year by the Presbyter- ians, Congregationalists, Methodists, Baptists and Episcopalians aggregated $3,500, 000. *‘As to that European war,” exclaims the St. Louis Republic, ‘‘we don’t want them to fight, but by jingo if they do, pork and we need the money too.” The name of Herr Breman, the sta. | tistician, is well known in Germany, His latest discovery is that in three man to every two hundred and twenty women. George W. Childs illustrates in eareer, relates the New York Indepen- dent, the possibilities lying before every wide-awake American boy, and the good which men of with their money. wealth may do According to Captain R. D. Bell, of | Alaska, the Alaskan Indian be curiosity in ten years unless something is done to keep bad whisky from him and free him from will the awful disease from which he ig a sufferer. Johns Hopkins is a young univers. ity, but it ie a very lucky ome. Gifts to it pour in like an unceasing flood. The latest is the herbarium and botan- ical library of Captain John Donnel Smith, said to be one of the most valu- able collections of the kind in the world and representing the labor of | and a powerful lot of water is running twenty years. The most widely separated points | between which a telegram can be sent | are British Columbia and New Zea America, Newfoundland, the Atlantic, England, Germany, Russia (Europesn cuit of the globe, and would traverse over 20,000 miles in doing so. It is not likely, predicts Frank Leslie's Weekly, that there will be any further trouble with the Chinese now in this country on account of the regis tration law. The panies in San Francisco have issued a Chinese Six Com- notice ordering all their members to register under the new law, and this action will no doubt be largely in- fluenced in determing Chinamen gen- erally to comply with its provisions. The fantastic and somewhat gro. ¢esque humor of the Thirteen Club, of New York, expended itself recentiy at a dinner which was intended to assist in giving the finishing stroke to the superstitious notions which still linger about the world from the days of our ancestors. Everything was done by the club to challenge, defy and ridicule the current superstitions. The mem- bers and their friends teens, walked under ladders, spilt salt, dined in thir- crossed knives, had lamps in plaster | skulls and did many other enrious and | abeurd things at which many simple people still tremble in these days. One of the most characteristic aneos dotes ever told of England's greatest | man since Pitt is recorded in Mr. Smal- ley's cable letter tothe New York Tri- | It brings out Mr. Gladstone's | bune. courage and grit. old cataract and the other seriously impaired from the formation of a new | eataract. The nerve displayed by this weteran of eighty-four in demanding | the removal of the old cataract then and there, so that he conld hav) one good eye while the other was becom- ing useless, wos phenomenal. The surgeon lacked the courage required for performing the operation, but the incident stands as a lnminoas illustra tion of the invincible strength of Mr. Gladstone's character. It justifies Mr, ley's conclusion that it is not in the Grand Old Man's natare to accept defeat, or to flinch from any conflict, and that he will fight to the end. He fs true to his name, which in the Low. land Bcoteh means hawk and stone. Like a hawk, he has soared with con: stant poise above the low levels of English polities; and in inflexibility of moral purpose and in naked majesty of character he is like the matchless greaite of the Scotch mountains .. | his | fA Eastern papers note a decrease in marriages, which they ascribe to the affect of the hard times, In wheat and flour the United States contributed five-eighths of the defi. ciency in Great Britain last year, Dr. H. K. Carroll estimates that of & population of 62,622,250 in the Uni- ted States 56,992,000 are Christians, The War Department is considering the expediency of detailing army ofi- cers as military instructors in the high schools of New York and of other large cities of the country. Of 500 men who applied for relief at St. Paul recently, relates the Detroit Free Press, 448 refused to saw wood in payment therefor. A remarkable prevalence of rheumatism and other disabilities manifested itself as soon ae | ; | the buck-saw was mentioned. we've got the wheat, we'vs got the | Of the entire number of English peerages only five go back as far asthe | Of the 538 tem- | | poral peers 350 have been created dur- | thirteenth contury. | ing the present century, 126 during thousand years there will be only one | i $ 4 8 | the past century and only sixty-two trace their titles beyond the year 1700, | Three hundred thousand | ing an average business for the vear, | gives a grand total of 600,000,000 tons of goods sold by the travelers during the year, Another estimate as to the all these traveling men during the year brings a grand total of $172, 000,000 amount of territory covered by paid out for railroad fsre by the men | of the road. The enthusiastic spirit of the true Westerner is exemplified in the modest the Colorado, Herald. suggestion of a resident of arid country of southeast serves the Chicago On the Missouri River region, he says, there | is no navigation, as formerly ; immense damage is done yearly, at high water, from the upper waters to New Orleans, to waste. Water commands a high price in the arid regions, and he sug- gests that the money spent by the | | Government J | Mississippi, Arkansas and Louisiana | land. The telegram would cross North | against overflows and floods be used | to dig a canal along the eastern foot ! of the Hocky Mountains to turn the and Asiatic), Chins, Japan, Java and | y sdhuiobuny Australis. It would make nearly a cir- | in protecting Illinois, Missouri River down into the Dakotas, Wyoming, and Texas, where it would be appreciated. Colorado St. Louis is beginning to find out why so many people are killed and maimed in that city by the trolley cars, states the New Orleans Picayune. The other day the speed of a car was timed for a distance of a mile and a half, and it was found to be over thirty miles an hour. was asked about it he said that he was running no faster than usual, and that when he got behind time he often ran In the crowded parts of the city these cars are supposed to keep within a speed of ten miles, and in the less populated sections the a great deal faster than that. legal limit of speed is In the face of this the in the more open parts fifteen miles “usual time" of the city thirty miles an hour, and the schedules is from twenty-five to arranged by the company make it neces- The result and then some down and killed. BATY. is that every now unfortunate is Says the Atlanta Journal: are | recognized in a very practical way. Some of the large cotton mills of New | England are looking to the South as the best field for the extension of their | | business. A year ago the Massachu- setts Legislature granted permission | When his eyes were | to the Lowell Cotton Mills to increase examinod at Hawarden not long 250 | one was found to be sightless from an | its capital stock for the purpose of es- tablishing a branch mill in the South, A few days ago a bill was reported in the Massachusetts Senate to allow the Dwight Manufacturing Company to add $600,000 to its capital stock. It is announnced that this new capital is to be put into a cotton mill in the South, A $700,000 cotton mill built by Northern capital has recently been completed at West Point, Ga, and the same parties will build another mill of the same eapacity alongside this one, The New Orleans Pieayune says: “The saving in the cost of manufacture in the South gives this section a grand advantage over the Eastorn mills, and the latter, moreover, realize that if they transferred the manufacture of their coarser makes of cloth te South ern branches they would be able to compete more successfully in the for- eign trade.’ In spite of the financial depression of the past year the South. ern cotton mills have prospered, and and some of then have made remarka- ble profits.” travelers | | fn the United States, estimated as do- ob- i northern | When the motorman | ran | “The | superior advantages of the South for | | the manufacture of cotton being | A SONG OF HER O hills, In glory lean And bath your brows in light ; O velvet valleys, soft between, Dream gently to the night ; For she hath sald : “I love,” and she Hath given all that love to me! LOVE, O birds, with thrilling throats, Glad let your musle be; O rivers, where the splendor floats, Flow singing to the sea! For she hath sald, “I love," and she Hath made that love a crown for me! O world, grown green to greet The joy that comes apace ; Your roses for her footsteps sweet Your sunlight for her face! For she hath sald : *‘I love,” and she Hath made that love a heaven for me ! ~Frank L. Stanton, in Atlanta Constitution, re — SISTER MARION. BY CLARENCE ROOK. HE lover is always selfish, especially if it be a woman. lover with her own hand rather than see him happy with ; another woman." oo Su The man J corner by the fire io YO ony dictated these words slowly and carefully; and the girl at the table wrote them down. Then there was a silence and the girl | looked across at the man expectantly. | “Isit getting dark?" he asked, after | a few minutes, for nearly six months. That was why he had engaged Marion Norman as his | secretary. “Yes, 1 can scarcely see,” answered the girl. “Shall I light the lamp?" ‘No, I am tired,” answered Carring- ton. ‘Let us stop now and talk.” Marion put together the sheets in | { their proper order, tidied up the table, | by which | | and came over to the fire, she stood, leaning against the mantel piece and watching her companion She was no older than Carrington, thirty-five or thereabouts; but she looked older than he did. A woman who has lived her life out of the sun- shine-—which is love— fades ¢ arly. For the sunshine is good, even though it scorch at times. “Is that true, do you think?" asked Carrington, lifting his head. Marion blushed a little, and then she | remembered that the eyes that met her | own could see nothing. “Is what true?” ““That sentence about love and sel- fishness. Men know so little of | women," Marion Norman sat down in a chair | by the fire and leaned her chin upon | her hand as she watched Carrington. | “hardly know," she fepiied, { slowly. “I hope not. I think—np, | Indeed, 1 am sure of it." “How do you know?” asked Car- rington, quickly. “Ah! forgive me. I should not have asked that.” In their four months’ daily com- panionship, begun as a matter of busi- ness, they had grown into the habit of talking over many things together : and Marion looked forward to the ten min- | utes or so between the close of work and her departure as the pleasantest time of the day. She turned her eves from Carrington's face to the fire. replied story. | romance, dead almost before it was born, ten years ago, when Marion was And then she told hum the a nurse at the London Hospital. Mere- | Pd a young doctor who was poor, a few owers and a note, which Marion still | kept in her workbox, though she did not tell Carrington that. Some girls | would scarcely have noticed it at the | time, and would have forgotten all about it ine fortnight. | cherished its memory, for it stood be- tween her and the certainty that she had never found favor in the eves of man, > “You know I lost more than my | rington, after a pause. “That is why | I am so anxious about the operation next week.” Yes?’ You mean—" “I was just engaged. And her peo- | man. | they?" “‘And she?” They were quiteright—weren't “If 1 had been she—" Marion be- | gan quickly, “Well?” “Nothing. Only I never had any | people.” ; ‘You were a nurse once, Miss Nor- man, were you not?” said Carrington presently. “Yes. Yet it is still strange to hear myself culled Miss Norman, I was Sister Marion until a year ago, But | my health broke down and I had to | give it up.” “Would you mind very much going back to it for a time—a week or so?" “Ah! You would like me to 7" “I must have a nurse, and 1 would rather have some one I know,” His hand went out in the vague way peculiar to the blind. Marion met it , and held it a moment in her own, “I will come,” she said quietly, Marion rose to go. “And when-—when it in all over, said with a laugh thet only just es oaped being a sigh. Lp 4 rather, when it is all over I shall be able to see you," said Carring- ton. “You remember, thoagh we have grown to know one anot #o well, I have never seen you." There was a small pier-glass over the mantlepiece, and Marion was face to face with her own reflection. She had known all her life that she was n. But now, in the light of a Plot et on, J he the ot She would kill her ! in tho | For Lewis Carrington had been blind | “Yes, Ihave had my romance,” she | It was a poor, feeble little! | ter? But Marion | sight when my eyes went,” said Car- | ple would not let her marry a blind | **8he cried and obeyed her people.” | you won't require me auy more,” she | month, she appeared plainer and more commonplace than ever. “If he never saw me perhaps—"' The thought had forced itself more than once in her mind, but she had beaten it back and prayed that Lewis Carrington might see again. Marion went her way home, and climbed up three flights of stairs to her room. It looked dark and cold-- almost as cold as the streets outside, where the sleet was falling. She lit the gas stove and made herself a cup of tea. Then she looked out the nurse's clothes which she used to wear. The aprons wanted a stitch here and there. This ceccupied her for some time. By eight o'clock all was fin- ished. The sleet was still beating against the window. Even if she had Lad anywhere to go she could not have gone. But it was having nowhere to go that made her feel so lonely. There was nothing to do but sit still and think. Marion was generally too busy for this, but to-night she could not help thinking a little bitterly of the loveless life she led. And then she fell | to wondering what that other one was | like. Of course she was pretty. There was a photograph of a girl upon Car- | rington's mantlepicce, with | Thurston” scrawled across the foot, | Doubtless that was she. | *“Oh, if I might be just alittle beau- tiful, just for a little while!” she sighed to herself. Then, reflecting that the wibh was absurd, she had her supper--a couple of biscuits and a | glass of milk--and went to bed. There are two kinds of women those who offer sacrifice and those who demand it. The latter must hétve something to lean upon; the former must have some one to support, some- body to feed or fondle or convert. It may be a husband, it may be a curate | Now Marion who whose or a oat or a cannibal, Norman was one of those long vaguely for some one for sake they shall have a right to fice themselves, women BACT) * “ » . LJ \ - A fortnight had operation was over, Fi Lewis Carrington had sofa in a darkened room with a band age across his eyes andaterrible dread at his heart. He was waiting for the removal the bandage to know whether ho was to see or be blind for the rest of his life, Marion had been with him all the time, waiting upon him and resding to him. She had not been so happy for years Carrington depended entirely upon wmased, and the 1 i i ti ir some days lain upon his of her. Every day she had been down- | | stairs to answer the inquiries of a fair- | haired girl. It was the girl whose photograph stood upon the mantel piece. to tell her that Lewis was going on well, and that there was every hope | that he would see as soon as his eyes were strong enough to bear the light. The evening before the day on which the question was to be decided, Car- rington was restiess and ! Marion read aloud to him to keep his thoughts from the morrow. saw his fingers twitch upon the arm of his chair, and knew of what he was | thinking. Ax 10 o'clock she insisted on his going to bed. But for more than an hour Marion, who was listen. ing by his half-open door, heard him tossing from side to side. Bhe had decided to give him a soothing | draught when his breathing became | more regular, and at last settled down into the rhythmic respiration of the sleeper. So Marion lay down on the sofa in the sitting room. She had been asleep, as it seemed, but a little while when something awoke her, and from where she lay she saw Carrington standing ia the doorway between the sitting room and | his bedroom. “Mr. Carrington! What is the mat. Can I get anything you?" she said, starting up in alarm, He did not reply, but walked slow- | ly, without turging his head, straight across the room to the window, over which a heavy pair of curtains hung. “Mr. Carrington,” she said again, But he did not answor. And then she understood that he was asleep. For the moment, in her hall-awak- | ened state, she could not think of the | right thing to do. | pull one of the curtains aside. She watched him The | light from a gas lamp in the street be- low fell fall’ upon his face, the light she saw that his hands were | pulling and tugging et something | upon the back of his head. | trying to take off the bandage from his eyes. In another moment, if he sue- | cooded, the glare of the gas lamp | would meet thom and extinguish for- | over the feeble glimmer of sigfit. Her | senses hall dazed with fatigne and | sleep, Marion, in that instant of | startled comprehensiox, saw but one | thing, that Carrington would | be blind, and being blind— | Her heart gave a great leap of exal- tation. | him ns he still fumbled with the ban- | dage, | "The lover is always selfish, cape- | ainlly if it be a woman." The words broke in a flash across | her mind-~the last sentence she had | taken down from Carrington’s lips, | In an instant she was by his side, | wide awake, every nerve tingling with shame, “Come~~come with me,” she whis- ered in his ear, laying her hand upon is arm and gently drawing him away | from the window, : With a sigh he turned, and suffered himself to be led back to his room. For a minute or two Marion watched him ns he settled again into a peace: ful sleep. Then she bent down and hastily touched his forehead with her lips, and returned to her sofa. But not to sleep, She was orying, firet be- onuse sho was wicked enough to be “Nora | For Lewis | Every day she had been sable | nervous, | But she | for | And by | He was | Motionless she sat, watohing | escape during the night, was walling for his eyes to be uncovered. The doe- tor had just arrived when the servant opened the door and whispered some. thing to Marion. Without sayingany- thing Marion left the room and ran down stairs, Nora Thurston was there, “Come up,” are just in time, youn.” They went up the stairs together. “Go in there, dear—quietly, One moment.” Marion took the girl's face between her hande and kissed her. “Oh, is my hat straight? Do I look all right? I want to look nice if he does see me.” “Yen, yes. Be quick.” Marion stood by the door listening. There was gilence for some moments. Then she heard the doctor's voice, “Well 2" “Nora—ah! it is good to see you!” A few moments afterward the doe- tor came into the sitting room, “What, nurse ! Jroken down, eh ?” For Marion was lying upon the sofa, | her face hidden in the cushions. “Oh, 1am glad! Iam glad!” | sobbed, ‘Oh, God, make me glad!” | —Pall Mall Budget. said Marion. ‘You I think he can see maemo Passing of the Sombrero, ‘Nobody wears big sombreros nowa- she | days but the cowboys on the ranches | out West, the Indians and the feet’ who bave igarettes | read yellow-tinged literature in ! 3 BIOORG « the imaginations only to come cartloads of experience, genial George Btorer at And Mr. Storer knows a about hats, for he has be travel- ing salesman in that line for vears. remarked big, the Lindell thing or two na “Ten and fifteen Years ago nearly three-fourths of the m population in the West and Southwest wore what are popularly termed Jut civilization, you know, affects the style of a hat as well as the culture of The Indiane the brain beneath it, that used to pri ie himself on his . mie ‘cowboy hats gear of eagle feathers, h up against civilization, wear the same hat he wants tu the cowboy pale faces wear around 3 The countrymen down in Texas have pushed ahead of the cowboy and and Indian & notch or two, and haw thrown their old slouch aside for styles nearer the modern taste. At one time there was an immense trade in breros in Texas, and 1 placed large wholesale orders there, but civilization is having its effect, and now this class hat, som and | ‘tender- | | of trade practically amounts to notk- | ing down there, hat of the West, made famons in the stories of Bret Harte and Mark Twain, Yes, the old slouch | will eventually pass sway slong with | | the rip-roaring and six-shooter style of Western life.” —8St. Louis Repub- | lie. re — Food vs, Medicine, People often wonder why it is that physicians so universally prescribe cod liver oil nowadays instead of medi- cines. The reason is easily explained. Of late years the medical profession | has depended less upon powerful drugs | and medicines and more upon nourish- ment to effect cures, the result being that where they formerly took cases in their own hands, physicians now are content to assist nature in her work of overcoming the ills of life in her own way. The modern school of physicians has found that ced liver oil is one of the most nutritious of foods, and will do more fo give sn natural strength and tone to the body than almost any other known nourishment. It is in itself & fat, but it contains substances that make it a peculiarity rich.fat. It | not only insures a proper nourish- | ment of the body, but it supplies the | waste of disease or chronic ailments, | and thus serves a double purpose. In former years there were two ob- jections to cod liver oil. | its vile taste and its tax upon the stomach. Many preferred being ill | to taking such a nauseating dose, while | others could not retain the oil after | I haven't got quite so far as that; | dyspepsia for eighteen years These were | taking it. It remained for the chemist | { to render the oil palatable and make | [it in an easy form for the stomach by | | converting it into an emulsion, thus accomplishing by mechanical process | | what had been left for the system to | do,~New York Telegram. Here's Richness For You. there 1s practically insight in Colorado | $1,000,000,000 of low-grade ore, | may cost 8500,000,000 or £000,000, - | sands and make business enongh to | give Denver 500,000 people. Cripple Creek alone osaunot have less than $100,000,000 in its hills, already par- | tially opened. The great tunnel from | Idaho oo under the mountains to beneath Central will take ont several lnndred millions from old and known vein, A dozen similar tunnels will ge built in other localities. Many {thousands of gold seams have been | opened at periods and under condi- tions that oBered no profit. Most of them will now pay. Jolorado's gold | belt extends from Bonlder, Manhattan, | in Larimer County, and Hahn's Peak, | with a broad sweep southwest, to the corner of the State. It is the largest and richest gold field in the world, We doubtless have more gold than silver. —New York Dispatch. a ————— Are We Losing Oar Memories “I think that men must be getting more forgetful than they used to be, said a prominent doctor recently, “and my principal reason for thinking so is the that there are so many more notebooks used than formerly. Why, it used to be very rare to see a notes bile now every other man you pulling out a notebwok and fact than he wishes It | | on the counter, ‘Your choice for | a few questions in grammar | 000 to take it all out, but it will far. | | nish employment to hundreds of thou. | THE HUMMING The top it hummeth a sweet, sweet song To my dear ittle boy at play-—- Merrily singoth all day long, As it spinneth and spinneth away, And my dear little boy He laugheth with joy When he heareth the tuneful tone Of that busy thing That loveth to sing The song that is all his own, TOP, Hold fast the string and wind it tight, That the song be loud and clear ; Now hurl the top with all your might Upon the banquette here ; And straight from the string The joyous thing Boundeth and spinneth along And it whirrs and it chirrs And it birrs and it purrs Ever its pretty song. Will ever my dear little boy grow ol As some have grown before Will ever his heart feel faint and cold, When he heareth the songs of yore! Will ever this toy Of my dear little boy, When the years have worn away, w Of the long ago, Bing sad and Jc As it singeth to me to-day? ~ Eugene Field, in Chicago R = HUMOR OF THE DAY. Sisters of Charity— Faith aud H | 14 . A | —Puck. | East and go West with highly inflamea | back with | Political platforms are built of deal A low voice is an excellent woman-——also a low hat, A coat of mail—The letter live ry.- Philade Iphia Record Puck. A forced laugh should never founded with a When money talks does not stop to criticise - Puck. When a g« it 15 oni} A note « He dream of “Dreams go bn The huntsmar antlers proves that he get a head of the zetie “strain of mirt! the even Its gram who 1 Ga Dinks—* “Was Sn whipping the editor earried Danks— “No; but Smith was falo Courier, iith's pur; of » ut?" Buf- ¢ that st the almost idiotie.;’ Claire— “How extremely sim gown was Miss De Vere wore ball.” Marie— ‘Yes; — Detroit Free Press, “Serves me right,” said the drum, “ITthought I could keep tight and never feel it--and here 1 am beaten af my own game." — Truth It isn't always the stenographer that | takes down the Congreseman’s speech. i It is sometimes the orator on the other side. Cleveland Plain Dealer “What is Rag escaping ! Hicks that stench ; ““No-0-0 perfumery again There is And not A man will find a creaking ste When he nes home after & § horrible y COOK was out “Harduppy tells m neve stroys a recely ted bil “XN he's more likely to have ther: framed and hung up in his parlor as curiosities.” -Tit Bite Uncle George-- “1 you are out of debt? that No, trust, Henry Henrys bu! By #200 I am out of everything else | Transcript. “Mrs. Grit has a constitution like iron.” “What makes you think so?" “Her husband has been troublel with -New York Press. The editor who is always feeling the pulse of the people is not really inter ested in their heart-beats It is his own circulation that he is looking after. — Life, “I wish," said a passenge! as a bunch of comics were droppe« : in to his lap by the train boy, *‘that these people would quit pokieg me.” -Washington Star. TRALIWAY fun nt notice filer ves; “Mandy, did you read thst cents?” Mandy “Land sakes | but it looks like an awful price 10 ask It is no exaggeration to say that | for them clerks Chicago Inter- Ocean. Visitor— “Tommy, I wish {0 ask you ' Tommy the sen teacher,’ Texas “Yes, sir.” ‘If I give yo tence, ‘The pupil loves his what is that?” “Sarcasm Siftings. Yabsley— “Yon say you wouldn't marry any but a womanly woman, but what is your idea of a womanly woman’ Mudge *‘One who would think I was the smartest man on earth.* ~ Indianapolis Journal A lady asked an astronomer if the moon was inhabited. “Madam,” he replied, “I know of one moon ip which there is always a man and a wo- man.” “Which is that?" ‘The honey: moon. "Journal Amusant. Doctor “1 left directions (hat these powders should be taken before each meal and only two are gone.” Wife “I know ; but you see cook ji» taking a vacation, and we only have one meal a day." —Chieago Inter-Ogenn. Friend--*‘Are you happy?” Spirit {through medinm)-“Perfecily so.” “Can you state what has pleased yon most sinee you left us?’ “The epi- taph on wy tombstone, Iiboth amazes and delights me. "Texas Sifting, (libby—*“A man ean never make guytiiing out of politics unless he's a hog." Gabby—"Idon't know. I've been in politics a good deal.” Glibby and never made anything? Oh, , there are ways exceptions, you know, "~ Boston Trauscript.
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