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Force of Habit.
A trick of habit to be noticed iu
many returned volunteer soldiers was
publicly observed at the horse show
the other day. An exhibitor, who
was an officer and did good work in
Cuba, was approached by his groom
to receive orders. The orders given,
up flew the hand of the groom to his
hat. But, to the astonishment of
«very one around, up also flew the
hand of the ex-soldier to his hat, and
the groom's gesture was responded to
with a military salute. In a moment
the smile of the ex-officer showed that
he realized what a victim of habit he
had become, but the first impulse ap
peared to be irresistible. "The fact
is," commented another ex-soldier,
<< it will be some time before any of
us get over the habit of returning a
salute. Thanks to those long months
of practice, it has become a kind of
second nature."—New York Evening
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ADMIRAL DEATH,
Boys, are ye calling a toast tonight?
(Hear what the sea-wind suith)
Pill for a bumper strong and bright,
And hero's to Admiral Death !
He's sailed in a hundred builds o' boat,
He's fought in a hundred kinds o' coat,
He's the senior flag of all that Heat,
And his name's Admiral Dpfttb.
Which of you looks for a service free ?
(Hear what tho sea-wind saith)
The rules o' the service are but three
When ye fail with Admiral Death,
Steady your hand In time o' squalls,
Stand to the last by him that falls.
And answer clear to the voice that calls,
"Ay, Ay! Admiral Death!"
How will yo know him among tho rest?
(Hear what the sea-wind saith)
By the glint o' the stars that cover his
breast
Yo may find Admiral Death.
By the forehead grim with an ancient scar,
By the voice that rolls like thunder far,
By the tenderest eyes of all that are,
Ye may know Admiral Death.
Where are the lads that sailed before ?
(Hear what the sea-wind aalth)
Their bones are white by many ashore,
They sleep with Admiral Death.
Oh! but they loved him, young and old.
For he left tho laggard, and took the bold,
And the fight was fought, and the story's
told.
And they sleep with Admiral Death.
—Henry Newbolt.
1 HOW HE'DIED."!
♦ *
| An Episode From the Scudan. |
He had lived in an infant village of
Scotland, lying in the bosom of the
hills, wrapped in green trees, and
soothed by the prattle of a fussy brook
and the weird singings a:id sigliings
of nature. He had lived in the peace
of solitude, with the mountains for
his great shaggy playfellows, and ho
scrambled among their great beards,
tho forests, like a little flea. The
burn was his bath, and ho and his
companions would run around it like
young white deer—diving like white
arrows into the water, or framing its
clear mirror like a group of beautiful
nude angels whose wing-; were at the
washing. Here his memory was born,
and the birthplace of memory is its
shrine for evermore.
Such was his nursery—the humming
of bees, the singing of birds,the mur
muring brooks, the fanning of green
branches—the nursery of life; far
away from the humming of bullets,
the blare of trumpets, the rolling of
drums—the nursery of death.
Now he was dying. The dying have
good memories. Death's door is a
mirror. He had worked on the little
farm with his elder brother. His
name was John—no, it was "Jock."
He had worked there till he was 20.
He rose at 5 in tho morning and yoked
"Bess," the old mare, into the plow.
They plowed together for two hours.
One of "Bess' " eyes was blind—the
left one, They bad breakfast at 8,
aud Jock aslced the blessing: "We
thank TJ - O Father, for giving us
our daily Bread." That was all. He
remembered it, every word. He
wondered if Jock asked the blessing
yet. He had a letter in his pocket
from his mother aud Jock. Neither of
them could write, so tho minister had
written it for them. But his mother
had spoken it all—he knew her in
every word—except that bit atthe end
telling how old Tom, the dog, had got
his leg broken in the act of hanging
onto Bess' tail. That was Jock's
contribution. These terrible flies. He
couldn't turn round either. Some
thing wrong with his back. He
couldn't feel anything. He seemed
to be resting on air, and the air hurt
hi in.
He was lying beside a rock. It was
black—smooth—hard. It gleamed
with the many colors of an opal when
the sun struck it. The sun was going
down. It seemed to be hot with its
day's work. It buried its red face iu
the sand. How silent everything was!
It was like the kirk on the Sabbath.
How large the rock was when he lay
at its feet! Like life. He had never
thought it so large when lie walked
about it four hours ago. Like life
again. He had walked about it on
his feet. How strange to walk on
one's feet!
Where were the soldiers—his mates?
Were they all killed? He was alive,
but dying. His heart throbbed too
fast. How still everything was; no
humming iu the air, or yelling of the
black white-clad devils, or oaths, or
squirtiugs of blood—nothing but
silence. Could he turn his head? He
could, but something like hot water
trickled over his brow. There was a
dead black Arab about two yards
away—a ghastly bunch of mortality.
How black he was! "Jock" had never
seen a black man. His eyes were
staring at him like balls of glass.
What were they staring at him for?
His teeth were clenched, and his
right hand held a spear. The spear
point was red. One dark leg was
dr«*wu up. He looked like a wax
work figure blown over by the wind.
Wheu did he leave home? Two
years ag > —two years ago—two years
ago. Something m his ears seemed to
draw out the words like elastic aud
riug them like bells. What was he
thinking of? His memory seemed to
faint and then recover. Two years
since then? Was that all?
H» remembered that moruiug very
well. A bonuie morning. The birds
were singing and the buyn murmuring
to itself. It would be murmuring now.
Jock would be in bed by this time.
The great mountains were clothed in
purple—crimson thrones. The sheep
dotted them with white spots, and
they were very lonesome. He had his
red coat on, and his sword and all;
but he cried as he went over the brae.
He remembered it very well.
"S'long, Jock," he had said, but they
never shook.h/nds. "S'long, Dick,"
said Jock, aud combed down the
i mare.
'•S'long, mother." His mother
•was making Jock's porridge —stirring
it on the fire. Tom, the cat, squirmed
in and out and around his legs, his
tail in air, as though he was drunk.
Oh, God!
Pover followed hitn up the brae.
Ro' er was liis collie, his dog. They
had worked together many a morning
up ou the hills. He had shared his
breakfast many a time. That nigger's
eyes —how they stared. Rover stared
at him liko that. "Home!" he cried.
"Hame wi' ye, Rover!" Thedog looked
at him with surprised eyes, but did
not budge. "Hame, Rover!" The
dog whined, but did not move. He
took up a stone and flung it at the
dog. It struck it. He cowered under
the blow. "Hame, Rover!" he cried
sternly, and the tears ran down hie
cheeks. The dog ran back a little
way, faced about, plumped down on
the heather and watched him. When
he turned at the top of the brae and
looked back it was watching him still.
A brown fly was standing on the
black rock about a foot from his face.
It stood very still. It might have
been painted. He watched it intently.
Its wings were like glistening armor.
Its feet and legs were bright red. It
had been wading iu blood. Would it
never go? He could not raise his hand
to brush it away. He blew it with
his breath—gasping—but it did liol
budge. Suddenly it started away.
Was the world dead that everything
was so hushed? Something howled
very far away—a dog, perhaps. How
beautiful the desert was—like a great
beach with the ocean l olled away out
of sight. A golden floor,like the floor
of heaven. Rut one did not die in
heaven. A star glimmered very fai
away, like a shimmering jewel in a
deep blue evening robe. The moon
rose up to the roof of the world like a
yellow Chinese lantern.
Why was he lying here? How had
it happened? Then he remembered
the regiment standing in the sau 1y
desert waiting for the rush.
How strange it all was. The silence
was terrible. A man behind him be
gan to laugh. Another swore oaths:
in a low voice. Another said: "Got a
bite o' baccy, mate?" Then, from be
hind the rocks, a long row of white
smoke puffs curled up, like smoke
from gigantic pipes. Red tongues
spit at them. The air hummed and
whistled. A man's hat went off. A
bayonet fell with a jingle, aud a man
sat down upon the sand with a scared
white face, fiddling with the buttons
of his coat. Somebody began to
moan. The captain said: "Steady,
men. Take the beggars low down."
Then the great dark wave, white
crested, came racing across the yellow
beach. It broke upon the red rock—
fierce, angry faces, blazing eyes, white
teeth, big flapping feet. He set his
teeth and drove his bayonet iu a big
black body. How soft it was. It
squirmed on the end of it like a fly ou
the end of a pin.
- Then the blow came—a terrible
shock. It seemed to lift him into the
air and fling him backward. Some
thing stopped his ears. The reoling
black and red figures flashed down
ward.
Now he was lying beside the rock.
How strange he felt! That dead sol
dier—how white his face was! A little
hole in his forehead—a little red pea.
Life had leaped through that. What a
small thing it was! Who was moan
ing for water? Was it he, or some
one behind him? He could not tell.
It was getting cold. The stars were
all watching him. The beautiful de
sert. That was Rover howling. He
was very near. How loud the howling
was! Death's watchdogs. He was
near death's house.
"S'long, Jock." How dizzy he felt.
Ho could not see very well.
"S'long, mother." A black mist
rushed over the sand.
His head tumbled backward as
though a prop had been suddenly re
moved. The diamond eyes turned
into glass of a pale blue and green
color.
Extract from the newspapers—the
soldier's epitaph. "Killed in the
Soudan: Richard McDonald, aged
22."
Chances of the College Graduate.
"Appleton's Cyclopaedia of Ameri
can Biography" contains,in round fig
ures, 15,000 names. Of that number
a few over 5000 are the names of col
lege graduates, and 10,000 approxi
mately are the names of those who are
not college graduates. It is extreme
ly difficult to estimate with any degree
of accuracy the number of college
graduates who have lived in our coun
try since the begiuning of our history.
Suppose we adopt the usual estimate
of 150,000. Five thousand of these
have done snch work as to deserve rec
ognition; that is, one man in every 30
sent out by the colleges and univer
sities has reached some distinction.
This proportion seems pitifully small,
and our case seems already lost. But
let us put over against these col
lege graduates those who are not grad
uates.
As the male population of the United
State s ) grows up aud passes through
the age of college education, a little
more than 1 per cent, actually gradu
ates from colleges and universities
for ease in calculation, let us call it 1
per cent. Then, if we count the grad
uates in our country since the begin
ning of our history at 150,000, the
non-graduate males of graduate age
number 15,000,000. Of this vast mul
titude only 10,000 have done such
work as merits recognition in au ency
clopsedia of biography. Only one iu
every 1500 of the non-graduates has
attained distinction, while one in every
30 of the college graduates has beeu
equally fortunate. That is to say, the
boy who takes time to prepare him
self for his work by submitting him
self to the discipline furnished by the
college or university increases his
chances of success fiftyfold.—Professor
| John Garleton Jones, iu The Forun^
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|FORWOMAN'S BENEFIT.:;
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Ornaments In Millinery.
High coloring in millinery is fur
ther enlivened by conspicuous orna
ments in novel and unique devices.
First of all are heraldic designs, old
Greek aud Roman buckles, and war
like weapons of various shapes, sot
with gems that are in all tints and
more or less valuable. There are
handsome opal inns in circles of
French brilliants and medals aud
cameo medallions linked together with
glittering paste clasps, uot to mention
immense jeweled dragon flies, butter
flies and tiny reptile designs, in real
gold or French enamel, bronze, jet,
emerald stones, rubies and cut Rteel,
the range of ornamentation extending
from hay rakes and harpoons to crowns
aud coronets, from a pearl sand-piper
to au owl with onyx beak aud dia
mond eyes.
Failures of Business Women.
It is estimated that the total num
ber of business women in England
who failed during 1897 is 422, being
a decrease of 17 as compared with
18'Jfl. The largest number of failures
occurred among widows, aud the num
ber of spinsters and widows who failed
under receiving orders is practically
identical with the failures iu the
same classes under deeds of arrange
ment. A table which has been com
piled shows the various trades aud
occupations in which the women who
failed were engaged. Among these
54 were in the grocery trade, .'it were
milliners and dressmakers, another
34 were drapers and haberdashers, 27
were lodging-house keepers, 14 were
fishmongers aud poulterers and two
were cycle makers. The total liabil
ities were $1,5-16,186 and the assets
$625,000.
A Curiosity In Motives.
The motives for which women marry
are as numerous as the sands of the
sea, or—as the women. Our easy as
sumption is that each one of every
engaged couple is "in love" with the
"other one." That is, the parties are
drawn together by some mysterious
psychic attraction, more or less
strong. In truth, this inner personal
attraction is not always present, either
in both parties to an engagement or
even with one of the pair. Accident,
propinquity, trifling circumstances,
social or family pressure, some slight
airy nothing decides the question be
tweeu marriage or no marriage for the
woman,so slight that it is as if women
were always waiting on the brink of
this new experience and a very light
touch caused them to fall into,or wan
der into, or drift into it, according to
their several temperaments. —Har-
per's Bazar.
The Contest of tlie Cor >»'t.
The seemingly endless discussion
concerning the merits or demerits of
wearing corsets finds occasionally
queer modes of illustration. It was
at the North London Collegiate School
for Girls that there was recently held
a contest between wearers of corsets
and 11011-wearers of corsets that was
interesting in the extreme, to say the
least. No men were admitted to view
the exercises.
There had been many a discussion
between the advocates aud the de
tractors of the close fitting garment.
It was finally decided to settle the
matter by a practical exhibition. The
wearers of corsets accepted a challenge
from the non-wearers to cope with
theui in any form of exercise sug
gested.
Sixteen girls were selected on either
side. In all fairness it should be told
that of the 16 who affected corsets
there was none conspicuous for an
abnormally small waist. The first
trial was at leaping. Neither side
scored an appreciable advantage. The
average leap of the corset wearers
was 3 feet 7 inches, while the ab
stainers made an average of 3 feet
6 1-11 inches. Then came the long
leap, in which the corset champions
cleared 9 feet 1 1-4 inches and their
rivals 9 feet 4-11 inches. Among the
non-corset wearers, however, was one
girl who outstripped them all with a
leap of 12 feet.
All the girls had trained hard for
the tug-of-war. The 16 who never
wore the waist embracers easily had
an advantage over their sisters, who
were twice dragged over the line. On
the program there was also an en
durance run, in which it was shown
that the corset girls had an advan
tage in the matter of respiration rates.
In the way of pulse rates the other
side scored. The breathing capacity
furnished a good test and the corset
wearers were found to have had their
capacities diminished by 0.8 cubic
inches. On the other hand, after the
hard ruu the abstainers' breathing
capacity was found to have increased
4.4 cubic inches.
The test did not definitely decide
the question, but it gave the young
wonieu a novelty, with plenty of fun
thrown in.—New York Herald.
All Kmpregs* Vanitv.
The late Empress Elizabeth of
Austria, like her namesake of Eng
land, was sensitive about her personal
appearance, aud regretted the ravages
of tiuio to more thau the ordiuary de
gree. Her passion for violent riding
and long, very quick walks was con
nected with her great dread of becom
ing stout. She had brought ou her
recent ill-health by the rigidity with
which she dieted herself in order to
avoid adding to her weight. Although
she was rather tall she made a point
of weighing less than 100 pounds,
and would practically starve herself
for some time if she turned the scale
of the weighing machine that always
stood in her bedroom at anything be
yond that figure. This in her case
had produced the anemia that was the
direct cause of the disorder of the
heart for which she had lately been
treated. The warning should be taken
to heart; while exercise and judicious
care in diet can do a great deal toward
keepiug down superfluous flesh, the
starving treatment is very dangerous,
and any sort of dieting should only be
undertaken with medical supervision,
not in the first place, but throughout
its course.
The uufortuuate empress, like
Queen Elizabeth, forbade her portrait
to be taken when she had passed her
bloom. Tradition says that Elizabeth,
for many years before her death, re
fused to look in a mirror, but she had'
the responsibilities of a queen regent
and could not seclude herself as she
aged from the eyes of her courtiers as
the modern monarch did. It is a
curious example of the irony of fate
that the most hideous portrait ever
produced of Queen Elizabeth is one
of the few that may now be seen iu
the National Portrait Gallery, not
withstanding that she ordered the ab
solute destruction of every reproduc
tion of it. It appears in the form of
a coin, showing her very aged and
perfectly hideous, with a "nut-crack
er" nose and chin, hollow cheeks and
sunken eyes. The only example of
the coiu, I believe, is the specimen
now ou show in that most prominent
position. The Empress Elizabeth
was under no obligatiou to appear on
ordinary coins, aud on the few medals
aud orders on which she appears
in company with the emperor a
youthful portrait is always to be seen.
Growing old is hard on all of us, no
doubt, but to the beauty it is a ter
rible tragedy.—lllustrated London
News.
What the Scientific Kal>y MiPftcg.
The baby dressed and fed and aired
and trained on scientific principles
does not have the easiest life in the
world. Of course he grows strong
and has no ne. ves and no aggressive
bodily sensations of any kind, and
wheu lie is older and has to sympa
thize with dyspeptics and bear with
nervous folk he is thankful that he
was brought up on sterilized milk and
cradled in a canvas cot. But the sci
entificly nurtured baby misses lots of
fun. He does not know the joy of
having doting aunties aud school-girl
friends of his mother chuck him un
der the chin, count his toes, curl his
hair and squeeze him with affection
ate cruelty. He is ignorant of the
pleasures of a downy uest iu which he
can snuggle his little backbone out of
shape, acquire round shoulders iAu
other things that come from soft pil
lows aud eiderdowns. He does not
know how nice it. is to be rocked to
and fro by the hour iu a cradle all
blazoned over with cupids and roses
aud doves, and he would probably
grin a toothless grin of incredulity if
told about crib draperies or carriage
parasols dangling with lace and rib
bon. But perhaps the most amusing
custom the scientific baby has never
been introduced to is the time-hon
ored one of waking up the household
because he happens to be restless or
cross or lonely. If the new baby at
tempts this way of attracting atten
tion to himself nothing of any special
importance happens. Being a very
healthy baby and not a fussy one be
objects to wasting his energy and with
infantile philosophy refrains from re
peating the performance. That is the
difference between his attempts at
playing the tyrant and those of the
old-time baby. In justice to the old
baby it should be said that the new
baby does not care especially for com
panionship when he wakes up at
night. His yearning for society is not
catered to, and consequently not well
developed. He is not "entertained"
during the day, and so does not long
for the antics of his elders to while
away the long hours of night. Night
lights for him to blink at, lullabies to
listen to, and rocking-chairs to upset
his nerves are all unknown to the
Spartan scientific baby.—New York
Post,
Fashion Notes.
A black fichu with gauze scarfs fall
ing at the back or front gives an air
to the evening dress otherwise of color
that is very pretty and appropriate to
the season.
There is an increase in the wearing
of fancy jewelry even ou ordinary oc
casions, and the quainter and older
the style of the costly trinket the
greater its vogue.
The long lace barbs which have
been stored away in the treasure box
for years may be brought out ouce
more and used for a necktie. They
are long enough to tie iu the fashion
able nianuer audit hardly matters
what kind of lace they are,since every
thing in the way of lace is worn.
A little close-tied bow of mirror vel
vet, with flaring ends, is one of the
pretty touches on the new gowns. It
is fastened with a jewelled buckle on
the lower edge of the collar band,
directly in front, without any regard
to the color of the material of which
the band is made, and is always in
some contrasting color.
Demi-trained princesse dresses are
iu great vogue. These are of white or
pink India silk, Marie Antoinette
satin, faille in plain colors, or striped
with chenille or velvet, silk-dotted
Henrietta cloth or drap d'ete with
velvet accessories matching the color
of the tiny dot. These gowns are new,
graceful and very becoming.
The prettiest gown for a bridesmaid
is one of dotted muslin made up over
pale yellow silk. The skirt really
consists of 17 narrow frills,each edged
with two rows of white satin baby
ribbon. A pointed yoke is at the top
of the skirt, while the bodice has a
bolero of frills with an uuper portion
of tucks. The hat may be of yellow
straw trimmed with white chiffon and
wings. Such a gown is not nece»sarily
expensive and may be made at homa.
Warm*!/ and Strengths
The cold o£ winter certainly aggravate?
rheumatism, and at all seasons St. Jacobs
Oil 1« Its master cure. It Imparts warmth
and strength to the muscles, and cures.
An lowa Judge has decided that the life
Insurance of a voluntary baulcrupt is au
asset.
To Florida, Resort*.
The Plant System reaches tho finest re
sorts in Florida, Cuba, Jamaicu and Porto
Rico. Tickets by both rail and water from
the East. Tri-weekly steamship service be
tween Port Tampa, Key West and Havana
Beautifully illustrated literature, maps,
rates, etc., upon application to J. J. Fains
worth. Eastern Pass. Agent, Plant System,
261 Broadway, New York.
Kenosha, Wis., is to have a new library
building, being the gift of the Mayor.
Don't Tobacco Spit xnil Smoke lour I.ife Amy.
To quit tobacco easily and forever, be mag
netic. full of life, nerve and vigor, take No-To-
Bac, the wonder-worker, that makes weak men
strong. AU druggists, EOc or ft. Cure guaran
teed. Booklet and sample free. Address
Sterling Kemedr Co., Chicago or New Yoils
A street in New York City, now in course
of construction, will be named Dewey ave
nue.
What I>» I lie Children Drink >
Don't give them tea or coffee. Have
you tried the m-w food drink called
OKAIN-O? It is delicious and nourishing,
and takes the place of coffee. The more
GRAIN-O you give the children the more
health you distribute through their sys
te Is. (JUAIN-O is made of pure grains,
and when properly prepared tastes like
tho choice grades of coffee, but costs about
as much. All grocers sell it. 15c. and 25c.
The Lincoln monument at Springfield,
111., is decaying and is in need of repairs.
H. H. (JltKEx'S SONS, of Atlanta, (in.. aw
the only successful Dropsv Specialists in tlic
world. See their liberal offer ill advertisement
in another column of this paper.
Spain has been notified not to send any
more criminals to Cub".
The Tiling to Do.
When the Sciatic nerve gives its worst
torment in the shape of Sciatica, tho one
thing to do is to use St. Jacobs Oil
promptly and feel sure of a cure.
Auto-trucks can be run twenty-ilye miles
on one charge of air.
Coughs I,L>U|| to Consumption.
Kemp's Balsam will stop the cough at
once. Goto your druggist to-day and ge
a sample bottle free. Sold in 25 and 51/
cent bottles. Go at once; delays are dan
gerous.
An order was recently placed with a com
pany for 250 auto-trucks.
No-To-Bac for Fifty Cents.
Guaranteed tobacco habit cure, makes treau
men stronu. blood pure. 60c, *l. All druggists
There were two banks in New York City
in 1800.
tloxwie's Croup (lure
Acts directly on the delicate tissues of the
throat anil prevents tho formation of the
white membrane as in diphtheria. 50 cents.
Chicago has CIS churches, and Philadel
phia has more than 600.
To Cure a Cold in One Day.
Take Laxative Kroino Quinine Tablets. All
Druggists refund money if it fails to cure. 35c.
A great exhibit of American automobile?
will be seen at the Paris Exposition.
To Care Constipation Forever.
Take Cascarets Candy Cathartic. 10c or 25a
If C. C. C. fail tficiire. rirr-rrl'st-.e —''inii money
Pure running water is met with every
where in Porto Kieo.
Dr. Seth Arnold's Cough Killer knocks
Colds.—JOHN DAKCJANKI.L. 444 Fargo Ave..
Buffalo, N. Y., Aug. 17. 18118. a boltl*.
..
The 29,000 German Baptists in the United
States gave lust year 362,000 to missions.
I believe Piso's Cure for Consumption savea
my boy's life last summer. Mrs. ALLLL DOUG
LASS. Le Hoy, Mich., Oct. 30, 1894.
There was no postoftlee in New York City
until 1775.
Mrs. VVinslow's Soothing Syrup l'or children
teething, softens the gums, reduces inflamma
tion, allays pain, cures wind colic. 25e.a bottle
There are 125 Bishops of the Church o£
England distributed over the world.
j£dacate Your iitmciß Wit-la Cascaretß.
Candy Cathartic, cure constipation forever
10c,25c. If C. C. C fail. drown st.« refund money
Calhoun County, Illinois, has not had a
bankfor over half a century.
Reflection* of a Bachelor.
The dreariest thing is wasted love.
A mail doesn't begin to love till his
passion becomes of age.
The more a woman studies fiuance
the surer she is that nothing makes a
thing so clear as a pattern.
Probably Cupid's success is due to
the fact that he has only one string to
his bow.
If there were no sucli thing as love,
there would be no such thing as music
in the world.
Whenever you see a self-made mau
you can be pretty sure it's more than
half some woman's fault.
No man achieves success as long as
he is a contradiction to himself, or as
long as he is not a contradiction to a
woman.
There are two women in the average
man's life—the woman he wants to
marry and the woman he wishes he
wanted to marry.
When a woman resolves to spread
sunshine and happiness around her
she begins by carrying a sad, wistful
look in her eyes and talking in a low,
mournful voice.—New York Press.
Great Author, But Poor Speller.
It is interesting to perceive how
lively a power of observation and ex
pression, what a degree of maturity,
alike in intelligence, character and
reading, Robert Louis Stevenson at
eighteen or nineteen already pos
sessed. In one particular, it must be
confessed, namely, in spelling, he
shows himself remarkably boyish.
But Stevenson in truth never learnt
to spell quite in a grown-up manner;
and for this master of English letters
a catarrh was apt to be a "cattarrh,"
and a neighbor a "nieghbor," and
literature "litterature" to the end. To
reproduce all these trips and slips in
print would be mere pedantry; and
the normal orthography has been
adopted in his letters, except where
he himself is aware of his difficulties
and laughs over them.—Scribner's
Magazine.