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Mondow (Sweet.
When I can look within thine eyos,
I see the blue of sommor Bkioa.
Then shonld thy perfoct mouth nnolose,
I find the small, sweet-brier rose.
Thy bauds to mo are daisy blooms ;
The meadow pink thy breath perfumes.
When In the pond the wild bird dips,
Someway I seem to touch tby lips.
The gotdon-rod I even dare
To match against thy fioeoo of hair.
When thou dost smile, the butterfly
Hath not a lighter heart than I.
Thy laughter, rare and rich, I think
To bo the tuneful bobolink.
And If thy mood be sad and still,
I seem to hear the whip-poor-will.
When round the tree clings close the Tine,
I thrill to dream thee wholly mine.
The soarlet lily all aglow,
Tolls of the love I may not show.
Flowers, birds and grasses of the field,
Their tendor, hidden meaning yield.
But what are Love's own charms to me,
Are only meadow sweets to thee t
A Florence Chimney.
1. IT SMOKES.
Mr. Paul Chamber yawned slightly,
glunoed at his watch, and sallied forth
from his hotel with his usual aspect of
listless indifference.
The city was Florence, the month
March, blusterous and stormy, and the
hotel one of those dingy edifices in a nar
row street of the commercial order to be
found in all towns, and chiefly frequent
ed by travelers with a light purse. The
purse of Mr. Paul Chambers was an
exceedingly light one, despite the gen
tility of his appearance, while that list
less bearing, heightened by the melan
choly of his large dark eyes, invariably
inspired interest. Women glanoed pen
sively at his head-oovcring in search of
the weed which should designate his
being a widower, and were possibly dis
appointed not to discover that mourning
badge on his hat Mr. Chambers was
not a widower. lie wore the garb of
poverty easily, and yet was a bitterly
disappointed man of the type that, hav
ing lost the one prize coveted in this
world, suffers all others to escape his
grasp.
Ilia watch indicated the hour of two
as he emerged from the hotel.
"What is the use of making calls f"
he HoMloquized, discontentedly, and
baland a card between his fingers.
lie had been in Florence a fortnight,
sufficiently a student by nature to eujov
the sojourn, rambling about church
and gallery at his own pleasure, and the
card had rested in his pocket-book un
disturbed. Now it troubled his con
science to the extent ef occasioning a
doubt as to whether he should present
it at all. An old lady at Palermo had
insisted on bestowing the card upon him
one of the throng of motherly creatures
he was wont to meet in travel with the
injunction: When yon reach Florence,
do not fail to call, and I will write about
yon. The young ladies are charming
girls. " He had weakly assented and de
parted. What did he care about charm
ing girls! He was not a society man
detested balls and parties. Perhaps
this family would bore him with an in
vitation to dinner.
" Mrs. Henderson Tompkins, "he read
on the card.
Should he seek the address indicated,
after all ? now could he ever look the
good old lady in the face again if he did
not ! A gust of wind swept aronnd the
corner, bringing a cloud of dnst in his
eyes one of those treacherous gusts
which lurk on the Arno, often beneath
the bluest of skies and away sailed Mr.
Chambers's hat. The hat was whirled
against the door of an expectant cab
drawn no in the bo u are. The owner re
covered it, entered the vehiole, and gave
the address of Mrs. Tompkins without
further procrastination.
Arrived at his destination, Mr. Cham'
bers dismissed the cab, and surveyed
the house he was about to enter with
faint sense of curiosity. The house was
handsome and spacious; tbe vestibule
was adorned with statues, and permitted
a glimpse of garden behind through
stained glass windows; opposite were
squares and a new boulevard. The por
ter in livery popped out of a dark nook,
received the card, read it, somewhat
vaguely, upside down, all foreign names
being alike to him, and delivered several
sentences of voluble Italian, from whioh
the visitor extracted "second piano,
and began to climb the stairs. The
second story proved to be untenanted,
silent, and closed. Clearly be had mis
taken the porter's directions as to the
apartment occupied by the Tompkins
family. 1X8 retraced his steps to tiie
first floor. There was no name on this
door, but it stood open.
The tap of hammers and grating of
saws were to be heard on the right, and
added to the general uproar was the
tumultuous tone of a piano, touched by
a firm hand.
" The musical Miss Tompkins, found'
ed on the Btuttgart method,' " shudder
ed Paul Chambers. "I know that she
practices six hours a day, thereby driv
in or her afflicted family mad."
The piano ceased abruptly. The voice
reached Mr. Chamber's unwilling ear.
and held him spellbound. It was clear
vibrating, not to say piercing, in quality.
and spoke the English language.
The Voice. "I hope yon will get
enough in living in apartments abroad
my dear, without a refrigerator or so
much as a gas-fixture to your name, and
all your washing carried out into the
country, as if they were ashamed to be
seen aoing anytmng industrious in ine
town.
An Echo. "But. Aunt Bophia. von
wished to come."
The Voice (after a pause). "So I did
wish to come. What of that f I did not
expect to stay forever, though. Oh,
these Latin races I They will always en
joy idle poverty as long' as there is a
festa to be kept, and we shall continue
to pity them as children of the sonny
south to the end of the chapter."
A silence ensued, and Mr. Chambers.
with a guilty sensation, not nnmineled
with embarrassment, rang the belL
For reply, the hammers tapped, with
saw accompaniment, the parrot clamor
ed, and the cook trolled his song, clash
ing dishes about
" Confound it ! I will try the bell
once more, and go away," he thought
Just then he fell over a stove-pipe,
and was unexpectedly precipitated into
an apartment It represented tempor
ary chaos; chairs and tables were hud
dled in corners, a stand of flowers leaned
against the wall, a trowel and some
mortar occupied the center of the floor.
Two masons stood, with their hands on
their hips, in attitudes of repose, watch
ing the movements of a. third, who, with
his feet still resting on a chair, had
thrust the whole upper portion of his
body into a square hole cut in the wall
for the purpose of investigating the
chimney. The somewhat undignified
advent of Mr. Chambers over the recum
bent stove-pipe did not surprise the
masons in the least His visit' was
clearly none of their affair: but he suc
ceeded in eliciting from them that the
signora was to be found further on, be
fore the man up the chimney concluded
to come down, and began to attack that
orifice with the stove-pipe much as old
prints represent the assault of battering-rams
on walled cities.
The situation was becoming ludicrous.
Mr. Chambers smiled somewhat grimly.
and crossed an anteroom toward the
Voice, prepared to bow profoundly on
the next ttire shold.
The Voice. " This Agatina is a clever
oreetur, and does not understand one
word 1 utter. What is she laughing at
now, X wonder? Ijook, Agatina, this
picture is a horse."
Here was the owner of the Voice at
last. She was an elderly lady, wearing
spectacles, and at the present moment
iier costume consisted of a Balmoral
petticoat, a linen sacque, and a white
night-cup placed over her gray curls,
Homewhat askew, to protect them from
the mortar dust in the dining-room.
" Ahem 1 I have called, madam
egan Mr. Chambers, hat in hand, and
paused.
Eh ? Gracious ! who is that ? she
exclaimed, and fled.
Mr. Chambers put his hat firmly on
his head, found his way back to the
corridor, and was about to stalk away
throngh the still open main door, when
a circumstance occurred which not only
altered his intention, but the course of
his whole subsequent life.
A door further along the passage was
suddenly burst open, a stifled feminine
scream reached his ears, and a volume
of smoke poured forth into the corridor.
Good Heavens ! was the house on fire ?
He rushed to the spot, and found him
self in a large salon, already rendered
decsely opaque by smoke, and as he did
so, a woman, young ana lair, despite
the obscurity of that atmosphere, com
ing toward him, paused, recoiled, then
held out both hands in glad recognition.
" Paul I she said, in a low, tremulous
voice.
"Anne!"
There they stood, with hands clasped,
gazing at each other, the smoke wreaths
gathering and billowing about them.
II. IT BEKINDLES AN OLD FLAME.
The man and woman thus brought un
expected!? face to f aoe continned to look
into each other's eyes in silence for a
space of time which seemed long, so
fraught was it with deep emotion, bnt
which in reality was scarcely a moment s
duration. A wave of color swept over
the sensitive, mobile features of Paul
Chambers, and was reflected in those of
his companion, succeeded by pallor in
both, only while her lips trembled, he
compressed his own firmly.
"Why are you here I" he finally de
manded harshly.
'I have lived in Florence during the
past year, she replied, with forced com
posure. tears suffusing her eyes.
Another question rose to his lips; he
checked it, and released her hands. She
uttered a little sob, and hid her face in
her handkerchief.
Paul Chambers became aware that the
chimney was belching forth smoke, that
the masons stood in a group in tne door,
with Agatina, and the cook, in his white
oap. skirmishing in the rear; and that
Aunt Hopnia. owner oi tne voice, was
advancing to the front, hastily adjusting
a cashmere robe, and a lace cap on her
head.
"What are we to do now ? she ex
claimed in accents of despair, and was
answered by a choros of sneezes and
conghs from the assembled company,
"Open the window," suggested Paul
Chambers, promptly, and himself threw
wide the casement
"To be sure," assented Aunt Sophia,
in admiration and astonishment, "J
reallv like to meet a man who knows
what he is about Anne, is the gentle
man a friend of yours eh ? Pray intro
duce me. my dear.
Anne removed her handkerchief from
her tear-stained face, and murmured
Borne formula of introduction.
Nobody noticed her tears, for the rea
son that all were weeping, Tears trickled
down the cheeks of the head mason, and
even Aunt Sophia's own spectacles were
dim.
Paul Chambers, with heart throbbing
as he had never anticipated it could
throb again, in the great shock of a
meeting for which he had longed and
equally dreaded, paused like one in a
dream. If the whole group gathered in
this smoke-laden room should suddenly
vanish before his eyes, he need scarcely
be astonished, but treat them as a phan
tasy of the brain. He had said to him
self repeatedly during the past five
years, "If she came to me once before I
die, and allowed me to look in her eyes
without speaking, I should be satisfied."
Here was an unexpected and even start
ling fulfillment
"Oh, the trouble that chimney has
given us we bad better give it up,
and freeze." Thus spake Aunt Sophia,
in smoke-stifled accents, and the Voice,
sharp, metallic, and practical, acted on
Paul Chamber's lethargy as a douche
ba th revives a somnambulist. He recol
lected not only himself, but that the at
tention of Aunt Sophia and the gaping
menials must be diverted from Annie's
evident distress, even if up a chimney.
He removed his gloves, stepped forth
valiantly, and became leader in the bat
tle against smoke.
" This fire-place was never bnilt to be
used," he said, removing, the velvet
hangings. "The space below is too
shallow for a lucifer-match to burn
well."
Aunt Sophia glanoed at Anne triumph
antly, and nodded her head. Paul Cham
bers, with his own hands, began to
chisel out the back of the fire-place,
recklessly enlarging the space. The
padrone a gentlemanly person, addict
ed to cigarettes and embroidered smok-
mg-caps would never have descended
to thus mending the chimney's evil
ways, nor would the porter in livery
below-stairs have done other than point
to the four winds for remedy. Aunt
Sophia simply exulted in him, and the
blacker bis fingers became, tbe more
highly did she respect his efficiency.
Anne had vanished.
In half an hour the chimney's mouth
was enlarged past recognition; in an
hour Mr. Chambers applied a match to
an artistio structure of pine cones, twigs.
and sticks, and the flames leaped up
merrily. The chimney having found.
acknowledged its master. Where was
Anne? She did not return, and Mr.
Chambers received Annt Sophia's cor
dial invitation to dinner somewhat
stiffly.
" We shall expect von at six o'clock."
said the good lady, beaming with satis
faction. "We will blow out all the
smoke before you return."
" I suppose I must meet Anne s hus
band, then," meditated Mr. Chambers,
as he walked away. " Why could not
he mend the chimney ?"
At six o clock a most radiant little
lady received Paul Chambers, and ac
cepted graciously the bouquet of roses
he brought.
"You used to like roses, ne said,
looking at her dreamily.
She was the Anne of old, with added
charms, such as an intercourse with the
world imparts. The softly ronnded out
line of her face remained unchanged,
was still youthful and serene, bnt she
carrieM her head with more dignity, and
there was a certain latent pride in the
bine eyes unlike the saucy sparkle of
girlhood. Valuable jewels flashed on
her fingers. He noted these details with
a jealous pang, which he was too proud
to betray.
" I trust that I am to have the pleas
ure of being presented to your husband
this evening,' he said, coldly.
She gave mm a wild glance, and the
blood rushed to her brow. Aunt Sophia,
in a fresn cap witn lavender bows, bad
to come to the rescue, and tapped him
on the arm warningly.
" Hush I Did you not know 7 Anne
has been a widow for two years, and a
better husband than the judge never
lived," she whispered, as they went in to
dinner.
It would be impossible to describe
Mr. Chamber's emotions while he ate his
soup, these words ringing in his ears.
Anne a widow I Why had he not known
the truth before ? Who was to inform
him ? He looked severely at her pre
siding over the pretty table with its
flowers and fruits and silver, in her robes
of pink and gray. These were her
widow's weeds, then I Anne looked
back at him with a warning flash of defi
ance or indignation in her beautiful
eves.
"Bne is rignt," ne tnougnt, witn a
sigh of deep despondency.
Annt Hopliia was delighted With him,
because he proved such an excellent
listener, ohe nod seldom met a more
interesting man, she afterward affirmed,
although he bad scarcely opened his lips.
When the meal was concluded she was
quite hoarse, and discreetly withdrew to
a comfortable arm-chair, the Persian cat
on her knee, while Anne and Paul Cham
bers occupied the window, and watched
the twilight deepen over the city.
Aunt Sophia, with the philosophy
peculiar to middle age and a good di
gestion, after dinner, fell into reverie,
Her page in the great .volume of experi
ence read thus:
Her nephew, the mature and wealthy
Judge Moore, nod fallen in love with
mere school-girl, Anne Horton, and
married her for his second wife. Aunt
Sophia was not surprised ; the extra
ordinary ways of men never surprised
her. The school-girl was docile enough
a trifle pale and listless, perhaps, and
willing that Aunt Uophia should man
age the household in that old-fashioned
homestead of the country town, famous
for its hospitality and the historical
characters once sheltered beneath its
roof. The school-girl Anne had made
a very great match, and was the envy
of all the country round, where ambi
tion lurked in the feminine breast to
handle the old china of the grand pan
try, locked most of the year, and drive
out behind those fat gray horses in the
family carriage, slow and ponderous, if
reliable, like the judge himself. Possi
bly Aunt Sophia, by guarding her
nephew from these ambitious ones in
Blighting their invitation to tea, was un
prepared for his being taken captive by
a slim maiden in a straw bonnet, ho
showed a marked aversion to looking at
him. The secret of Anne's subtle in
fluence over her husband remained an
unsolved riddle to Aunt Sophia. Sit
ting in a Florence saloon after dinner,
with a Persian cat on her knee, she re
called another scene intimately connect
ed with her own transplantation. The
awful day when Judge Moore had been
brought home from the court-house,
smitten with the apoplexy on the bench,
had passed with the summer heat Now
late autumn had succeeded, the sombre
skies promising snow, and the woods,
sere and brown, carpeted with fallen
leaves. Aunt Sophia had caught the
pretty widow seated before a mirror,
and accepted it as a good omen. The
face reflected in the mirror was pale
with mnch weeping and painful thought,
yet dimples lurked in the fair cheek and
rounded chin. The lines of woe were
rendered more prominent by a widow's
cap and the sable garments in keeping
with the silence of , the old house, stand
ing remote from the villrge street in
the seclusion of a garden. The public
had been surprised by the overwhelm
ing grief of Anne Moore at the death
of her husband. To be sure, the bar
and the country had sustained an irre
parable Iobs in his demise, according to
the obituary notices in the county
papers, yet everybody knew that Anne
had only married him for his money.
The town was not to be cheated on this
point Well, Bhe had obtained her end,
and there was no use in crying her eyes
out, since the judge was ripe in years,
after all, and had left her all his world
ly possessions. Deaf to this advice, the
widow shut herself up in Ue old house,
and pined with a grief too sincere to ad
mit of incredulity. The key to this sor
row was remorse. She had not loved
her husband, and had married him as
the only avenne leading to independ
ence.
Aunt Sophia had said, behind the mir
ror: "My dear, the new minister has
arrived."
"Ah 1" was the apathetic rejoiner.
"Yes, and I wish you would try to
interest yourself in the fair for the town
hall fund."
"Oh, aunt, I can not 1" and the widow
had begun to sob, the human instru
ment being so Badly out of tune.
ine older woman had folded her
hands, and said, decisively: "Anne,
you must go away."
"Where r with a faint gleam of curi
osity.
"To Europe, perhaps." And Aunt
Sophia studied maps with a zeal after
ward.
She had achieved every thing, and
might be permitted to repose now in an
arm-chair, with a Persian cat on her
knee.
The couple in the window also turned
their leaves of experience in the silence
which had succeeded a rush of words,
the cold constraint of mutual misunder
standing, and this stillness melted the
barrier of estrangement far more effect
ually than explanation. Anne's leaf was
a closed page to excellent Aunt Sophia;
in turn that of Paul Chambers had been
by hor unread all these years. Anne
beheld in a dream her own youth again.
There was the young ladies seminary,
presided over by Miss Crimp with- prim
gentility a structure whose very walls
vibrated with the jangle of many pianos.
Who bo affable to parents and guardians
as Miss Crimp, and who so tyrannical to
young Anne, assistant teacher, homeless
and friendless, gaining her own education
at odd moments ? Those were dreary days
in tne treaa-miu. ram Chambers bad
made all the sunshine. He was the
drawing-master, with Blender purse; yet
when the roses bloomed there were al
ways fresh buds for Anne's brown hair.
Judge Moore, portly, dignified, and
rich, was observed to study attentively
the seminary pews in church. Miss
Crimp bridled complacently, and Paul
Chambers suddenly departed. Then
the judge astounded his world by mak
ing Anne an offer of marriage. How
acrimonious had Miss Crimp then be
come I fairly driving her yonng teacher
to the protection of this elderly suitor.
Why had Paul deserted her ? What be
came of him ? one bad no longer a
right to ask these questions. Aunt
Sophia's proposition of foreign travel
had proved a happy one. The advent
of the pale young widow in the capitals
frequented by Americans was a marked
event One faction did not believe she
was rich, pronounoed her to be entirely
devoid of style, and detected in her every
look the indications that this journey
was a campaign in search of a husband.
The opposition, in sheer perversity, dis
covered that the late Judge Moore had
served his country with brilliant renown,
and left an immense fortune. Such
honors were heaped upon his memory
that he would not have recognized him
self. At Paris he was pronounced a
senator, at Dresden a rich mill owner, at
Nice a member of the legislature, and at
Geneva, minister to Spain in Is .
Oh, wise Annt Sophia, foreseeing that
youth and health would assert sway, if
once the mourner could be lured into
the busy world I Anne, blooming and
gay, had accepted with ready tact the
lofty position unexpectedly assigned by
strangers, and been charmed by the nov
elty of travel. Paul Chambers's leaf was
dark. He was not a martyr, weary of
the ills of life, who turns from the world
to become a morose recluse; still, he
was lonely and miserable. His years
had been made up of painful drudgery
to win bread. He did not imagine him
self born to any heroic and lofty fate; he
had saved Anne from sharing his own
bitter poverty by going away. That was
all. From the moment of sacrifice,
when he had renounced his love that she
might marry the rich judge, he bad
fallen a prey to poignant regret . He
who looks back suffers the golden sands
of the present to Blip through a nerve
less grasp.
" Paul, I believed you had utterly for
gotten me, and at the moment of my
greatest need," said Anne, in the win
dow. How the tender voice vibrated on
the chords of memory 1 How familiar
was the fair face in the waning light I
" Oh, Anne, if I could believe that
you needed me still I" he whispered, his
fingers closing over her warm soft hand.
Aunt Sophia interposed on soul-oom-munings,
briskly. " It is time for a cup
of tea. I hope those Tompkins girls
will find husbands in their summer
campaign. They have jaunted to Vienna
already, and you might as well try to
follow a comet"
When summer again dawned, the old
Moore homestead wore its most cheerful
aspect. Children were abroad in the
fields berrying, and the cattle wended
their way soberly along the village street
beneath the elms. Jfaui unamoers
kneeled on the moss of the garden,
studying some object. Aunt Sophia
glanced through a window.
"What are you doing ?" at length de
manded feminine curiosity.
" I am considering the ways of ants,"
he replied. " What wonderful fellows
the are ! Depend upon it, we make a
profound mistake m ever traveling oe
yond our own gardens, where we meet
the best foreign society. The day-lily of
Portugal bids you good mormng.madam,
the heliotrope from Peru is your scent-
bottle, while all about the mystery of
life goes on seeds floating throngh the
air, buoyed up by downy umbrellas, and
bees carrying love messages to tne now
ers."
" Suppose you come in to breokfast,"
said Aunt Sopnia.
Summer had entered tbe dark diniDg
room, with its quaint furniture and
plate. At the table sat Anne, widow no
longer, in crisp pink muslin, resembling
her favorite roses. Judge Moore s por
trait, entwined in ivy, hung on the wall.
Fashion Notes.
Many of the new dresses are mode en
tirely without linings.
Checked cotton braids are used for
trimming linen dresses.
The military jacket is one of the latest
styles for yonng ladies.
Ladies in mourning wear black lace
mitts with a cuff of crape. -
Velvet overskirts, with polonaises of
delicate fabricp, are largely worn.
Wide belts embroidered in gay colors,
like those worn a generation ago, are
now fashionably used with black silk or
grenadine dresses.
Lisle thread stockings are growing in
favor on account of the perfection of
their fit They come in all the desirable
shades, and are very durable.
The coolest and most desirable tie for
ladies is the sheer-lawn tie, which has
the ends handsomely embroidered in
colors. These ties wash to look as well
as when new.
Bonnets grow smaller, and the capes
on them grow larger. Some of the re
cent importations in the capote sbapo
have large capes made of foundation
covered with shirred silk or gathered lace
ruffles.
A favorite style of dress for your g girls
is the " blouse " polonaise. It is made
loose to the figure, is held in by a belt
and is sometimes fitted in front with two
darts. Thin materials make up very
well in this way. The fronts of this
style of dress are sometimes left open all
the way down and a puffed front insert
ed. They have small mantillas added
for street wear. Many pretty effects are
given to the simplest dresses by tbe pre
sent taste for embroidery. A princesse
dress for a young girl, of dark blue
linen, has a front or plastion of light
blue zephyr, embroidered in dork shades.
The flounce and ruffles are also em
broidered. Montenegro In the Late War.
What a plucky little State may do
against apparently overwhelming odds
in a country adapted for defense is shown
in the Bumming up by the Deutsche
Jlecres-Zeitung, of the great part played
by the little State of Montenegro in the
recent war. Her campaign began on
Jnly 1st, 1876, and ended February 1st,
1878. Thirty thousand Montenegrins,
Uerzegovinian8 and Albanians fought
against 250,000 Turks. The Montene
grins were victors in twelve battles, ten
actions, seventeen larger and thirty -two
smaller encounters. In two smaller
fights (at Bishina and Anamaliti) they
were beaten, while in two others (at
Goransko and Nozdren) they had to
retire before overwhelming numbers.
The Montenegrins took twenty-five field
and mountain guns, 107 siege guns, an
army standard, a ship'B flag, sixteen
flags of fortresses, 112 battalion colors,
2.200 horses. 52.000 rifles and 10,671
prisoners. They captured three large
and twelve smaller fortresses, eighteen
forts, thirty-nine kules and block-houses,
and ten redoubts. This brilliant result
was obtained with a Iofs of 2,Di5 dead
and 6.495 wounded. The Turks lost in
the Montenegrin campaign, besides the
10.671 prisoners mentioned, 38,660
dead, 42,410 wounded, and about 56,000
victims to diseatte, deserters and miss
ing, as well as 6,600 horses and mules,
!K),000 cattle, and four men-of-war,
TIMELY TOPICS.
Artificial ice factories are succeFsfully
running In several Southern cities.
All the members of the family of No-
beling, who tried to kill tbe German
emperor, have changed their name to
Edeling.
It is estimated that the number of
settlements on publio lands this year
will be nearly double those of last year.
The land office at Washington is hard at
work in consequence of the increase.
A regular system f kidnapping the
Chinese and sending them as laborers
on the haciendas (plantations) in the
northern part of Peru has been discov-'
ered in Callao. The government has
begun earnestly to correct and reform
the labor system, and make the condi
tion of the Chinese laborers more tolera
ble. Do hens eat live bees? A Los Angelos
(Gal.) agriculturist seems to throw some
light on this mooted question. He says
that having often caught his poultry in
the flagrant act standing in front of
the hives and taking the busy insects as
they pass in and out be finally dis-
Eatched one and found in her crop 180
ees !
The territory which Turkey loies by
the Treaty of Berlin is roughly estimat
ed by the London Daily News at seventy-one
thousand five hundred square
miles, or more than the whole area of
England and Wales. The loss in popu
lation amounts to moie than three and a
half millions, or somewhat more than
the entire population of London.
The conundrum about the pins is well
enough, but who breaks all the needles ?
A single factory in Redditch, England,
turns out between 6,000,000 and 7,000,
000 of them each week, or about 350,
000,000 a year, which is equal to one
third the population of the globe. With
all the factories in the world going, who
breaks these billions of needles ?
Patagonia is a very attractive country.
Its climate is of the coldest, its men are
of the tallest, and its women of the ugli
est specimens of the human race. Its
mice are likewise gigantic, and the na
tives display an ineradicable disposition
to tell lies. This delightful country is
destined to become very important in
consequence of the recent discovery of
gold therein. From the Cordilleras to
the Atlantic, from the Santa Cru7 to
Terra del Fuego, the country teems
with gold.
A simple method, but one not gener?
ally known, of discriminating between
real and spurious diamonds, is io im
merse the specimen in water. If a gen
uine diamond.it will sparkle withal
most undiminished light and brilliancy
of color; but if it be spurious, whether
paste or rock crystal, the " fire" of the
gem will be completely quenched.
Another simple test is to draw a small
steel file across the stone. If real, the
Btone will not be hurt; if imitationit
will be badly marred.
A young Chinese princess, wife of tli-
ambassador of the empire to London
and Paris, attracted much attention at
the Paris Exposition lately, as she pro
ceeded from one section to another,
drawn in a bath chair, and in a magni"
cent coBtume of her country, bhe v-
wholly unacquainted with either th
French or English langnage, and we.
accompanied by Mrs. Hart, wife of ti
commissioner-general of China, who c :
plained to her the curiosities or the
position. The princess. was interested i..
all she saw, her pleasure partaking 1
the child-like delight attending tb
first sight of so many marvels.
Bishop Whittaker. of Virginia CiiV
has been giving the Nevada newspap i
some queer stories of his exponent
in a recent tour through the towns
Tybo and Ward, Nev. At Tybo 1
could get no building to preach in but
gambling-house, and in response vo -Litany,
instead of " Amen," an exoif
listener, with his pants in his bo :
cried "Keno." At Ward, a horse i..
had been announced for the afterno
but at the bishop's earnest request h
racing was postponed im ine rengioi
services were over. The whole congre
gation weni from the church to the race
track as Boon as ine sermon was nnmuc ...
What the traveler in France must r
pect in the way of charges is told by
Paris correspondent, who says: Evt
thing a Frenchman does he expects i
for; even as low as half a cent is gru!
fully reooived, larger sums in propoi
tion. You pay for everythinir, you get ;
your coffee, sugar, milk, all separuk-.
Every item is spread out with the mot
minute care, and when it is time to p
your bill you wonder at the string, l
as figures can't lie, of course you run.
hand over. Order a lemonado, wine,
any drink the French drink everytL
hot, an American can't Well, you or !
ice. In your bill will be three ite:
First, your glass; second, your drii
third, your ice. Wonder that they d
charge rent while you stand in t
house. You are bred, wish to i
yourself, and enter a park and sit do
A woman comes around with a V
punohanda slip of paper, and ,
you give her six centimes (twoot i. .
she hands you over to the tender n r
cies of the police as a swindler : I
fraud. I am not exaggerating a t
There is no gas in bedrooms, an 1 1
charge you for your candle Iv
rent of your room.