PEACE HATH HER VICTORIES. Bee Sampson win upon\;he mala, And Dewey capture glory, And Schley and Bobson write anew The navy's thrilling story. But lo! another ship's in sight, That makes the blood grow warmer) It has for skipper, blunt and bold, The horny-handed farmer. This craft is sailing proudly In, Upon the harvest billow; And not a heart that feels is sad, Or wears the weed or willow. And all the guns that blaze and roar, From one to five aud twenty, Are not so cheery as this one— The harvest gun of plenty. —What to Eat. jfittilpsfiriiit! j BY JIAROABET BLOUNT. j) • • With a roar ami a rattle, the six o'clock express train rushed across the bridge that spanned the narrow river on the Derwent farm, near Concord, and Alice Derwent, the farmer's pretty, dark-eyed daughter, stood on the vine-shaded porch, looking after it with an unconscious sigh. "So many come by you, so many go by you, out into the great, wide, beautiful world," she thought, as she gazed over the fertile valley farm and out through the break in the circling blue mountains, from whence a trail of smoke came floating back. "I wonder if you will ever bring me any thing? or carry me away? or must I live my life out to the end, shut in by these quiet hills?" "Supper ready, mother?" called out the hearty-looking farmer, halting in the glow of the bright firelight on the open hearth, as he came from fodder ing the stock, followed by his son, Thomas, who was the living, breathing "image of his sire." "To be sure it is," replied his bust ling little wife, who had just such eyes and hair as bonny Alice, and just the same sweet smile. "Isn't it always ready, father, when the train goes by? Come, Alice!" "Alice is out there looking for her fortune, mother," said Tom. "It is coming by that train. I know all about it." Alico smiled and shook her head at her saucy brother, as she took her seat at her father's side. Little did any of them think how many a true word is spoken in jest, or that the fortune which the evening ex press was to bring the daughter of the house was even then nearing their hospitable door. Airs. Derwent poured out the tea— atrong, hot and fragrant. "Squire Seaton,up in the big house yonder, don't often get such tea as this, with all his staff of servants," said Tom, looking across the valley to the brick-and-freestone palace of the one millionaire in the villuge. "Poor man!" sighed Mrs. Derwent. "I do pity him! His wife aud daugh ter dead, and his only sou so wild and wilful, and a wanderer all over the world. Only last week he told me, with tears in his eyes, that he had hea: d of his boy, and that the young man had been seen lately in Leadville, intoxicated and poorly-dressed, in a gambling saloon. Yet, when he wrote there —and wrote kindly—his son had disappeared. If it was our Tom, Elihu, I should just break my heart. Tom if you ever do grow unsteady, and run away like Philip , Sea ton, you will give your mother her death-blow. Remember that]" "Thank God, it isn't Tom, Martha! I'm sorry, too, for the man aud for the boy. Mr. Seaton owns that he turned his son out of his house in New York, in a fit of anger, aud that the boy swore never to enter his house again. Bad temper on both sides, you see; and so—Why, Martha, what on earth is that?" Farmer Derwent might well ask the question, and rush from the tea-table to the door, followed by his wonder ing wife and children. A procession of four of his neigh bors was coming up from his garden gate. At the gate stood a horse and a light express wagon, and from the wagon, the four meu had lifted an in animate body, aud were bearing it to ward the house. "The six o'clock express has run off the track a mile or two up the valley," said Deacon Jones, as he and his two eons and his brother-in-law reached the porch with their senseless burden. "Ever so many people hurt, but able togo on as soon as they got righted. But this poor fellow is so nearly dead that we thought we had better bring him here, being as it was the nearest house, and send for the doctor. We knew that your wife could nurse him back into health again if any one oould, Mr. Derwent." "You're right . there, neighbors. Bring Lim in," said the farmer. His wife led the way to the best bedroom, next the parlor. Tom sprang on the back of his swift sorrel colt, and set off for the doctor. Half an hour later the supper tahle was cleared, and Alice Derwent sat pensively by the kitchen fire, while her father and mother were busy with the doctor in the spare-room; and Tom, hurrying to and fro, on their errauds, stopping once or twice to in form her that the stranger was young and handsome, but dressed like a laborer, and that the doctor said "it was a near chance whether he lived or died." Two weoks passed on. The doctor fame and went each day; the neigh bors far aud near voluuteered their services—all except Squire Seaton, who lived his usual secluded life in his great mansion, buried in his books and knew nothing of the stranger who lay at death's door, "Poor boy! Alice, I wish you would go in aud sit beside him awhile," said Mrs. Derwent, on the tirst evening of the third week of illness. "He is asleep now. If he wakes yon can call me. If we only knew his people. I would send for them. I fear he will not last long." Alice went in, and took her place in the nurse's chair. Tears of pity dimmed her eyes as she looked at the wasted figure in the bed—the pale, thin face, the fast-closed eyes, the hollow temples under the waving brown hair. "I wish his mother or father could come 1" she said aloud. The heavy lids opened. Two deep blue eyes looked at her imploringly. "My father!" whispered the sick man. "Bring him—tell him—l was coming—Seaton—Seaton " The faint voice died away. The eyes again were closed. Alice stood an instant like one struck dumb. She had never noticed the re semblance before, but now she could trace the firm lines of the old squire's countenance in that pale, pinched face. "Sleeping still? That is a good sign," said her mother, coming in, ready to resume her place for the night. Alice hesitated for a moment. Never before had she acted by or for herself in any matter of moment. But the sound of voices might arouse the slumberer. Her father and Tom had gone on a household errand to the village; there was no one else to consult. Finally she threw on her water proof, drew its heavy hood over her head, and sped across the valley to Squir6 Seaton's house. Even the well-trained servant wore an astonished face as he ushered this mysterious visitor into his master's study. Squrie Seaton looked up from his book,and his usual pallor increased to a ghastly hue as he listened to the breathless girl. •'My son—my boy—my Philip at your father's house? And dying, you fear? Asking for me? Coming to me? Wait! I'll go with you, of course—l'll goto my poor boy! But—the room is turning round—l think I must be going blind!" Alice sprang to his side. The gray head fell on her shoulder. Tenderly she smoothed the silvery hair, away from the high forehead, and bathed the pale face with the cold water and fragrant essences which the frightened servant brought. The old man revived to find her ministering to him thus. And it was almost like father and daughter that they took their way across the valley together, he leaning on her arm, and listening greedily to all that she could tell him of his long-absent, loug mourned son. "It is my father's voice! I hear his step! I shall get well, if he will only forgive me!" said the invalid, greatly to Mrs. Derwent's surprise, as the house-door softly opened to a stranger's touch. He struggled up from his pillows, resisting her attempt to soothe him. "Father, Ism sorry—forgive me!" he said, in a firmer voice, as Alice en tered, followed by the aged man. And then Squire Seaton came,feebly but swiftly into the room, and held his sou to his heart, sobbing aloud with gratitude and joy, while Alice drew her bewildered mother into the kitchen and told of her expedition to the house of the lonely millionaire. .Toy seldom kills; and there is a re vivifying jjower iu love and happiness combined, far beyond the skill of all earthly physicians, or the virtue of all earthly drugs. So it happened that, as the spring mouths deepened into summer, Philip Seaton, strong and well once more, stood beside bonny Alice,in the porch one evening, to see the six o'clock ex press flash by. "At Leadville, when I was utterly reckless, and utterly penniless, too, a letter from my father reached me," he said, in a low tone. "It was so kind, so sad, that it seemed to turn me from my old courses on the moment. Just as I was—in the rough garments of a miner—l set off to return to my father, like the prodi gal son. And God led me here!" There was a long silence; the sun sank out of sight beyond the circling mountains; the first chill of evening was in the air. "In my ar.ger I swore that I would never enter the door of my father's home,"the young manwenton. "But, it was not this home! Here I may enter, purified, repentant, forgiven, if only the good augel of my new life will go with me. Will she, Alice?" Ho took her hand. "But your father ["stammered Alice. "I am only a farmer's daughter! And you—" "I am not worthy of your love in any way. But.mjr father begs you to be his daughter, Alice. Say yes!" She did say it. And so the greatest fortune of her life—the brightest happiness of both their lives—came on that evening train.—Saturday Night. He Was a Brute. It was in the train, and he was try ing to read. There was the usual va riety of passengers, and among them a lady with a very sprightly little girl who had blue eyes, a head of glisten ing gold and an inquisitorial tongue. She plied him with questions and to.ed with his watch chain. The mother, who was a widow, fairly beamed upon him. He was becoming nervous and, turning to the mother, said: "Madam, what do you call this sweet little darling?" The widow smiled enchantingly and replied with a sigh, "Ethel." "Please call her, then." It was said quietly enough, but for a few moments the other passengers half hoped there would be an accident or somethiug to relieve the tension.— New York World. CUARDED BY A SHARK. A Sixteen-Foot Monater That Did Sentinel Duty at the Dry Tortugas. The recent ordering of troops to ike Dry Tortugas, Florid#, recalls a curi ous incident in which a boy prevented the escape of prisoners and performed a humanitarian act, which was greatly misunderstood at the time and ar roused no little comment iu the press of the day. At the time mentioned the island ot Dry Tortugas was used as a great prison, and bounty jumpers, desert ers aud prisoners of all classes were confined there to the number of several thousands. The island is but thirteen acres in extent, surrounded by a wide and deep inoat, which made it almost im possible for prisoners to escape, yel every time a vessel came into the har bor one or more men would make the attempt. Obtaining ropes they would lower themselves into the moat from a porthole, swim across the ditch, and try to pass out the tide gate, des pite the fact that sentries paced up and down oa every face aud kept watchful vigilance, with orders to lire and call the guard. Several prison ers did escape the sharp eyes of till guard by swimming and dodging un der water when passing the senti nel. But all were not successful. Sev eral unfortunate men dropped int« the ditch from the ropes aud were found drowned the following morn ing. The guards were doubled and everything done to prevent the at tempted escapes; not because there was any danger of the men getting away, as the transports were always searched, but to prevent casualties. Just then it happened that the sur geon of the post was making a study of the large sharks thereabouts, and one day his son suggested that they put a big maneater in the moat where it could be watched. He said to Gen eral Meigs, who was stationed at Fort Jefl'ersou at that time: "It will pre vent the men from swimming the moat, and so be the means of saving their lives." The proposition went into immediate effect. The surgeon's son, with the boys of another officer, went out fish ing and soon captured a shark, which the surgeon's twelve-oared barge towed on shore, the huge lish beating the water with its tail, aud at one time taking the cutwater iu its jaws and shaking it as a cat would a mouse. Finally, after several hours of hard work and with the assistance of many men, the shark, which was at least thirteen feet in length, was hauled over the tide bridge, the surgeon's sou cut out the hook, aud with a swirl of his big tail the monster went dashing away. The shark was dubbed the Provost Marshal by the prisoners, and that it inspired a wholesome dread iu their miuds was soon evideut. But it was a perfectly harmless creature. It swam round anil round very near the brick wall, with' one eye cast up pathetically. It presented a formid able spectacle, moving slowly along, and no one dared enter the water, consequently no casualties were re ported. But it was not long before an article appeared in a northern paper calling attention to the terrors of Dry Tortugas, where among other tortures the Union officers used maneater sharks to capture prisoners, aud so no little excitement was occasioned among thoughtless readers in the North aud South at what was con ceived to be a brutality of the officers who had charge of the Dry Tortugas prison. Meanwhile the great shark, in real ity a timid aud utterly demoralized creature, was swimming about, refus ing the dautiest morsels of fish which were offered it, finally becoming so tame that it could be touched by its boy captors, who followed it about on rafts while the naturalist watched the method of swimming and made'many sketches of it and the singular fishes which clung to its sides. The shark lived six months, finally dying of starvation. Its jaws may now be seen in the American Museum of Natural History, Central Park, New York city. Had a Natural Supply. Some 01 the volunteer soldiers who were put under the command of regu lar army officers soon after the begin ning of the war found it a little hard to learn all the lingo of the camps. An officer sent a young volunteer orderly to requisition at the quartermaster's stores some teutage a fad when he re turned questioned him: "Orderly?" "Yes,sir." "Did you get the tents I ordered?" "Yes, sir." "Did you get the wall-tents?" "Yes, sir." "And the A tents?" "Yes,sir." "And the dog-tents?" "Yes, sir." "And the flies for the wall-tents?" "Flies, sir? No, sir." "What? Now, why didn't get the flies?" The sol dier si ed respectfully; at any rate he combined a salute aud a motion which brushed away a cloud of flies from in front of his nose. "Camp is full of them, sir!" he answered.—San Francisco Argonaut. He W«i Not a Hero. As the train was leaving Montauk Point, L. 1., for New York with a number of soldiers a couple of young women entered the car with a basket of fruit tied with ribbons. "Oh, there is a poor soldier, one of our heroes ; let us give him some fruit I" exclaimed one of them, and, rushing up to one of the men, she said : "Won't you have some fruit? You have been such heroes we want to do something for you." "You are mistaken, miss; I belong neither to the Seventy-first nor to the Bough Eiders. lam only a Regular, consequently not a hero." As the young women looked their surprise the whistle blew and the oar started.—TJiw York Tribune. (jg& m THE REALM OF FASHION. # 0 gj. 0 g. Q. Qj j^, For Cold Mornlngi. For cold winter mornings nothing can exceed in comfort a pretty morn ing jacket of soft wool eiderdown. As here represented, pale blue was the WOMAN'S HOUSE JACKET. color chosen, the edges being neatly finished with a bias binding of satin in the same shade, which is machine stitched on its inside and upper edges. The gracefully pointed collar is a picturesque feature of the garment, and is included in the neck seam with FOR A MISS OF a comfortable rolling collar,, that com pletes the neok. The shaping is very simply accom plished by side seams, that end just below the waist line, underarm gores and shoulder seams, the fronts being closed invisibly in centre, under small decorative bows of satin ribbon. The sleeves are two-seamed, in regular coat shape, the becoming ful ness gathered at the top, and the wrists bound with satin. Although especially designed for eiderdown, any woolen fabrio may be chosen to de velop this neat and trim house jacket, flannel, camel's hair, ladies' cloth or cashmere being pretty when trimmed with ribbon, lace or insertion. To make this jacket for a woman of medium size will require three and one-half yards of material twenty-seven inches wide. A Fetching Suit. Cheoked novelty wool suiting in brown and chamois shades showing a silk thread of pale blue woven in with the line of darker brown that forms the check is the material chosen for the fetching suit shown in the large engraving. Brown ribbon velvet is used for trimming, the revers of piece velvet to match being overlaid with creamy point de Venice lace. Three hand some steal buttons decorate the front, a steel buckle being used to clasp the belt of velvet ftt the waist line. Hat of brown felt faced with shirred chamois, colored satin and crushed cream roses under the brim at the left side. Handsome brown shaded tips, roll and loop of satin ribbon. The yoke and collar are of finely tuoked cream colored taffeta that comes already tucked for this pur pose. The yoke may be at both front and back or in front only, and the revers may extend in Bertha fashion on the baok or be cut off at the shoulders. The closing may be in front or at cen tre-back, and the box plait can be omitted as shown in outline sketch. A body lininc fitted bv sincrlebust darts. under-arm gores and centre-back seam gives a trim effect. The sleeves are two seamed in lat est cut, gathered at the top and com pleted at the wrists by bands of vel vet. The skirt comprises five gores; the trimming of narrow and wide ribbon velvet outlines the front gore to the lower edge extending all around the foot. The top is fitted closely and below the hips it flares fashionably to the lower edge. The mode is characterized by a styl ish air which will hold when fashioned in any of the season's new fabrics in plain or mixed weaves. Velvet, silk or mousseline can bo used for the yoke and collar, or lace may be applied over some contrast ing bright color. The revers may be of the dress goods decorated with braid, gimp, velvet, passementerie, insertion or applique trimming and various com binations may be charmingly de veloped in this style. Ladles' Sleeves. A sleeve that is exceedingly pretty for thin fabrics and one that can be made up in the heaviest material is here given. The sleeve cap may be used over either sleeve or dispensed with altogether, as preference dictates. No. 1 has a full upper and under portion, gathered in spaced shirrirgs and arranged over smooth linings, the row of shirring being covered by bands of insertion or gimp. The wrists are finished by frills of lace or chiffon. If a transparent effect is de sired it is best for the amateur to make the sleeve over a cheap lining and out it away from underneath after the sleeve is finished. This gives firmness to the seams and retains the proper shape aud set of the sleeve. No. 2 has only slight fulness at the top and the lining is shaped exactly like sleeve. It is illustrated in gray brocade, trimmed with embroidered chiffon and silk applique. Tho back ME AVI' MATERIAL .SLEEVES. ' seam is opened for two inches at tho ' wrist to allow the frill of chiffon to fall gracefully through. The pretty shaped sleeve cap is bordered to match gathers grouped at tho shoul ' der, causing the becoming fulness. To make No. 1 will require one and one-eighth yards of thirty-six-inch ma terial. To make No. 2 will require one 1 and one-fourth yaijds of same width goods. 1 Lace Insertion For Decoration. i Lace insertion and tiny silver but tons used to decorate linen govns are most effective. Doi't Tobacco Spit and Smoke Your Ufe Away. ! To quit tobacco easily and forever, be mag-; tie tic, full of life, nerve and vigor, take No-To I Bae, tbe wonder-worker, that makes weak men! strong. All druggists, 50c or fi. Cure guaran teed. Booklet and sample free. 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The only soap whleh the Hindoos em ploy Is made entirely of vegetable prod ucts. fjanc'ei Fa. nil) ]*le cents. Maxim's Bullet-Proof Coat. When Hiram Maxim, the inventor of the famous deadly gun, was iu Worcester the other week, he told a story of an experience in England with an alleged bullet-proof cuirass, the secret of which was offered to the British Government for about 8200,- 000 in Americau money. During the test of the "garment" Mr. Maxim asked permission to try an experiment himself, and, placing a piece of paper in front of the cuirass, fired through it. The projectiles "splashed" out against the paper, proving to the in ventor that the bullet-proof quality was given by a strip of steel. He then published a paper denouncing the cuirass, and incidentally stating that he had discovered the secret and improved upon it, and he would sell the secret for 51.75. Asked what he meant, he explained that his cuirass weighed but ten pounds, the other twelve; his contained a strip of steel thinner than that of the regular in vention.—Worcester (Mass.) Gazette. " OPEN LETTERS FROM ~ Jennie E. Green and Mrs. Harry Hardy. JENNIE E. GREEN, Denmark, lowa, writes to Mrs. Pinkham: " I had been sick at my monthly periods for seven years, and tried almost everything I ever heard of. but without any benefit. Was troubled with backache, headache, pains in the shoulders and dizziness. Through my mother I was induced to try Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound, and it has done me so much good. lam now sound and well." Mrs. HARRY HARDY, Riverside, lowa, writes to Mrs. Pinkham the story of her struggle with serious ovarian trou ble, and the benefit she received from the use of Lydia E. Pinkham's Vege table Compound. This is her letter: " How thankful I am that I took your medicine. 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