Ch iMg" has made a brand new
Bil.le 10 iu in the pulilio trhools. It
is dehtgridd to be unobjectionable to
any religious denomination.
A former foot ball player of the
university of Georgia, who is now
with the Cuban insurgents writes that
tbe service is not nearly so dangerous
or exciting as playing football.
Of the 13,176 miles of stroot rail
way in the Uuited States, only 1,050
are still operated by horse power,
showing bow promptly this country
drops a good thing when a better is
discovered.
"Lincoln's birthday, observed as
legal holiday for the first time this
year in New York, New Jcrsoy and two
or three other states, is sure to obtain
a permanent place on the calendars,"
predict the New York Independent.
The late official report shows that,
contrary to oommon belief, cases of
religious mania are rare in the British
hies. It also discloses tbe strange
tact that more mental aberration is
developed among the tribe of peddlers
than among any other class, physi
cians and druggists coming next.
Tbe London Lancot records a brave
deed of a doctor at Ilfracombe, who,
during a recent terrifio storm was
lowered by a rope over a cliff one
hundred and fifty feet high to admin
ister restoratives to an apparently
drowned person. Dr. Toller did re
store animation ; but the man had
been too much beaten and bruised,
and died on tbe lifeboat before he
reached tbe wharf, after being picked
up by the crew.
Sydney O. Fisher, seeks to show in
the Forum, that the population of the
United States is now less than it would
have become through inorease of the
native population had it continued to
increase at the rate it did through fifty
years following-ihe revolution of the
colonies, and had immigration been
wholly prohibited. He dates the first
deoline in the rate of native increase
from the year 1830, when the effects
of immigration were , first seriously
felt
The New York Sun says: "Much
has been written about the new experi
mental oolony established at Fitzgor
aid, Ga. One of the notable features
of the colony is that colored people
are not allowed in it under any oir.
eumstanoes. Another colony, with
similar restrictions, is soon to be es
tablished in Ware county, near Fitz
gerald. Meantime a colony of oolored
people- is being established on the
Abbeyvillo and Wayoross railroad, ad
joining the Fitzerald oolony. In this
no white people are to be allowed
ander any eiroumstances."
The Saturday Review says: It
usual to compare the buttles of the
last century with the battles of today,
and dilate upon the greater deadliness
of the modern weapons and the
modern results. But the faota
re all the other way. At Fon
tenoy, for instance, one volley of tbe
Coldstream struck down 450 French
men of tbe Regiment du Roi. Again,
at the same battle, the Gardes da
Corps had not much leea than five
hundred saddles emptied by a single
volley, while the French Guards were
Mattered by a point-blank volley from
t British regiment at twenty paoes
that brought down 450 men. Here
we have at Krugersdorp thonsands of
Boers in oover shooting for hours on
two days at 600 Englishmen in the
open and killing very few.
A patbetio story illustrating the re
markable career of a multi-millionaire
oomes from Chicago where this onoe
fortunate man has just died a pauper
and his body been given over to the
dissecting table. It appears that in
the early history of the gold finds at
Tombstone, Arizona, one Edwin
Fields squatted upon what -were re
garded as worthless olaims whioh he
afterwards sold for $600,000, reserv
ing the surface, which he sold off in
town lota for as high as $5,000 apieoe,
aud for years bis rants amounted to
4,000 a month. Then he commenced a
oareer of extravagsnoe, and after milk
ing Tombstone dry went to St. Louis,
speoulated in grain and lost most of
his fortune. Then he went to Chioago
where he was speedily rsduoed to pov
erty and it became with him a ques
tion of getting enough to eat. For a
while he worked at various hotels in
the oity as store keeper, seldom re
ceiving more than 14 a month.
Worry and advancing years finally
ouused him to' suoouuib, For few
weeks he lay sick at a cheap lodging
bouse. He was foroibly curried iron;
there to tbe hospital, aud from tbooe
after few days to the poor house,
where be died.
A Kong of Seasons.
There's Jny, my dear, In the youth 'o tho
year,
When the hearts 'o the bright hints brenk
And the skies ar I'hin B the eyes 'o you,
Anil the lilooms Mow over the lake.
There's Joy. my dear, for the world I fair,
And lovo In the sweetest blossom there!
Them's Joy, my dear, In the noon 'o th"
year,
When the harvest hints o' gold,
And the soft sua streams with Its gleams and
dreams
On your beautiful linlr unrolled.
Them's Joy, my denr, for tho world Is fair,
And hive Is the blossom that's brightest
there.
There's Joy, my dear, In the gray 'o the year,
When the snows are drifting whit'1,
And the eold winds cry to the stnrless sky
And the Inst rose weeps i "(lood night!"
There's Joy, my denr, lor the world Is fair,
While your love like a Illy Is.hloomlngthero !
F. L. Ktanton, In Atlanta Constitution.
IN LEAP YEAR.
"I wouldn't marry John Marryatt
not for a hundred thousand dollars I"
said Avice Mere.
And she said it, too, exactly as if
sbo meant it, with reddoncd cheeks,
eyes full of hazel fire, and two dim
pled fists clenched tightly.
"My dear," said Penelope Paxton,
one of those jovial old maids, who are
privileged to say anything, "you re
mind me of a famous historical char
acter." "I?" said Avico, momentarily oil
her guard.
"Yes." sold Penelope. "Miss Betty
Baxter, who refusod captain Jones bo
fore bo axed her."
"Oh, it isn't thnt," protested Avice,
rosier than ever. "Of course Mr.
Marryatt has no idea of asking me i
why should he have I And if so, I
should not accept biin."
" 'Miss Bottio Baxter,' " monoton
ously chanted Penelope, " 'who refused-'
"
"Penny, do bo quiot," said Avice,
stamping her foot "Yon know what
I mean."
"No, I do not" replied Penny,
"and I don't bolieve you know your
self." "Ho said it was leap year," pleaded
Avice.
"So it is," said Penny. "Get the
almanac- and look for yourself. Four
into eighteen hundred and niuoty-six
goes"
"Penelope, can't you talk oommon
sense ?"
"To be sure I can, if you sot me
the examplo," gravely respondod Miss
Paxton.
"And ho told Dr. Darion bo wasn't
coming to our party because he did
not want to get marriod against his
will."
"Well, after all, there is something
in that," said Penelope reflectively.
"I never was a man myself, but I can
imagine that, under the circumstances
a cold shiver would go all through
me."
"Penny," said Avioe solemnly, "do
you really, seriously think that one of
us girls ever thought of taking John
Marryat?"
"That is a question whioh I am not
prepared to answer," said Miss Pax
ton. Avice ran out of the room, and was
surprised to find herself crying over
tbe olove-scented blooms of her fa
vorite carnations, ia the bathroom
window.
"I'm aura I don't know why,"
sobbed she, "I hate John Marryatt;
and I think it was horrid of Doctor
Darien to go and repeat what was
said to him in confidence I And if
John Marryatt really believed that
that There I I won't think about it
any more. Leap year, indeed I Why
do people talk suoh string of non
sense because the month of February
happens to have twenty-nine days in
it, instead of twenty-eight"
In tbe meantime, Mr. Marryatt had
packed his valise and gone np to
Cherry mountain, to visit an old
nncle who was at the point of death.
"It won't be a very cheerful visit,"
said he to himself, "bnt it will be
better than a state of siege, for I have
been told, on good authority, that
every one of those girls means to get
engaged at the leap year party. It
will be the old story of the Sabines
over again, with the sexes reversed.
And when I marry if I marry I in
tend to have at least the privilege of
cboioe. So I'll just go np to Uncle
Origen'a."
Uuole Origen's farmhouse was on
tbe top of a bleak bill, where a few
dwarfed oherry trees shook and shud
dered in she wintry blasts, and the
cows huddled in the shelter of the
uiyrioks to keep from . being blown
away.
"I think we're going to have a
storm," said Mr. Marryatt "I'm
quite certain I smell snow iu the air.
Aud there are more cheerful places
during a northeast blissard than Uncle
Origen's house."
Ho was almost disposed to be sorry
thnt be bad come when be stood tbore,
knocking and thumping with tbe
bundle of bisumbrellant tho shrunken
panels of tho front door,
Pretty soon a crooked old man, with
his garments fnstoned with tow-strings
instead of buttons, camo sbuftling to
tho door and peeped suspiciously
nroiiml it
"Iteh?" said lie, with one band
back of bis poor old purplo car.
"Tears to mo I heard somebody
knocking, didn't 1?"
"Yes, it's mo," came Ibe reply
"John Marryatt, from Albany, dou't
you know?"
"Married?" squeaked the old man.
"To who?"
"John Mar ryatt I" distinctly
repeated tho visitor. "How is my
Uuole Origen?"
The crooked old man sheltered bis
candle-flanio withono hand and stnrod
ns if he were gradually being trans
formed into one huge eye.
"Land takes alive I" said he.
"Didn't you know? He was buried
yesterduy I"
Hero was a cheerful weloomo for a
city visitor.
"But whot can I do?" said Marry
att, with a helpless gaze down tbe
darkening mountain-side. "I came
to visit him. I had not hoard"
"Walk in, walk in," said the old
man, holding tbe flaring candle high
above his head aud flattening himself
against the wall. "It's pretty lone
some hero ; but there's tbe deceased's
chamber yon can sleep in, aud I trapped
a rabbit in the pine wood this
morning that Isabella's just stowing
np."
"Isabollal" repeated John Marry
att "She's the old woman in charge
my sister," explainod tho anoleut
wardor of tbe castle. "Ain't muoh to
look at, but a proper good cook."
"But" said Mr. Marryatt, "I don't
think I care about sleeping in the
room whore Undo Origen died."
The old man stared at him with
dull, glassy eyes.
"Eh?" said ho. "Wy not? You
don't bolieve iu Bporritooalism, do
you?"
"Nonscnsot" criod Marryatt
"Tbon why ain't ono room as good
ns another ?" asked tbe old man stol
idly. "Novcrtholoss, I would profcr to go
on to tho nearest hotel," impatiently
uttered John.
"Ain't nono short o' seven mile,"
said the old man, "And that's only a
summer machine. They don't run it
arter tho waterfall's friz up. But
there's a freight train, with a passenger
cubi o,o bitched on, that stops at Cut
ting Corners at midnight"
"Where is Cutting Corners ?"
"Eight mile away."
"And how tho dickens do you sup
pose I am to get eight miles from
hero, when it is pitch dark already ?"
cried Marryatt, with not unnatural
irritation.
"Thoro's Jenkins' ono-hoss wagon,"
mildly suggosted the old man. "I'm
goin' to Jenkins' d'rootly arter a box
o' atove-blackin', a paound o' tailor
dips and a quarter of a paound o'
green tea for Isabella. I can toll
Jonkens to oome round and oart ye to
tho daypo, of ye don't grudgo a dol
lar." "By all means," said Mr. Marryatt
hurriedly. "And while yoa are gone
Isabella, as you call her, can give me
some supper."
He sat down in the old, low-ooilod
room, where the rag carpet seomed
neither brighter nor dimmer than it
had twenty years ago, and General
Androw Jackson still brandished his
sword in a stained cherry frame on
the smoked wooden mantel, and
warmed his chilled feet before blaze
of snapping hickory logs; while old
Isabella who might have appeared
creditably at auy tableau as the
"Witch of Eudor" crept around an
iron pot which swung from, a prodi
gious crane, and got supper after a
slow and inefficient manner.
"Pretty gay in Albany this winter?"
said old Isabella, brandishing her
spoon over John ia the manner of an
incantation, as she watobed him eat
tbe rabbit stew after it was dished.
"I auppose so."
VI'm a-tbinkin' of goin' there my
self," said Isabella, mumbling her
toothless jaws.
"To take situation?" asked Mar
ryatt, inwardly thiuking that he could
not conscientiously give her a recom
mendation as a oook.
"Bless your 'art, no," said Isa
bella." "I kuow a sea enptain thore
as ain't married ; and they tell me the
gals is all piokin' aud cbooslu' for
themselves, now that leap year has
onme around. Anyhow, I'm tired o'
Cherry mountain, and I don't see
why my chance ain't as good as
I anot bur's."
Mr. Marryatt stared nt her in mute
nma;:ement,while he secretly deplored
the sad case of the unsuspecting sea
captain,
"P'raps yon wouldn't mind keeplu'
ft beye on tho fire," said Isabella,
while I jest go over and look to see if
Kimoii has looked the hen-house. He's
dreadful forgot ful."
And she hobbled away.
At tbo same momont there came a
loud and cmplintio knocking at the
outer door, and a stout couutry girl,
with cheeks of that peculiar red wbicb
shines as if it bad boon varnished, very
black eyes, and coarse black hair,
walked in, well wrapped up iu a red
nml green plaid shawl, and a fearful
felt hat, which looked like a damaged
helmet.
"I've come for Mr. Marryatt" said
she, without auy ceremony of intro
duction. Iustinotively John backed against
tbe wall.
"What I" criod he.
"You're Mr. Marryatt, ain't you?"
said she.
"That's my namol" retreating still
further bohind the stiff, wooden
backed chair, where uncle Origen
used to sit and smoke his pipe.
"Well, I'm come for you. You
ain't deaf, be you? I'm come for
-you I"
"Yes; but I-I-"
"There ain't no time to loose,"
bawled this daughter of the solitudes,
seizing him by tbe arm. "This 'ore's
your baggage?" grasping the valise iu
tbe other hand.
This was leap year with avongeance,
thought perspiring John, With one
desperate struggle he freed himself. I
"I won't go I" said he. "Nothing
oan compel mo to, against my will.''
"You won't?" said the red-choekod
damsel.
"No, I won't," said John Marryatt.
"Then you'll miss tbe train so sure
as sarpuuts I" said the rod-cheeked
damsel. "And it won't be no fault of
mine. Father has tbe rhnematiz, and
I promisod him I'd come for you."
"Oh, the train I seel" cried Mr.
Marryatt "I didn't quite compre
hend your meaning at first Yes, I'll
come immediately."
And the red-cheeked damsol, who
proved to be no despicable charioteer,
rattled down tbo mountain road with
considerable skill and energy, reach
iug tbo eolftary station just as the
freight train came in sight around a
curve.
So Mr. Marryatt arrived in Albany
just iu time to seo tho suu-rise glow
irradiate tbo red-brick chimney-pots
behind the Debivan house.
"Not married yet," he said to him
self; "but I will be as aoou as possi
ble if she will have mo. I'll run no
more such risks as this I"
, That very afternoon he called at
Doctor Mere's house, and proposed to
Avice and Avice aocopted him. Yes,
she actually accepted him.
"But did you really say that?"Avioe
asked, feeling it her duty to admonish
hor swain a little "that that you
didn't want to be married ugaiustyour
will ?"
"Of course I did, "answered Marry
att, "and I meant it I don't intend
to marry against my will ; I intend to
marry with it. And did you roally
say you wouldn't marry John Marryatt
for $100,000 ? "
"Aud so I wouldn't," cried Avioe,
looking up with sparkling eyes, "not
for twice that money; but just because
Hove him."
So they were happy and laughed
heartily over the adventures on Cherry
mountain. And when Penelope Pax
ton next saw tbe bride-elect she
laughed and said:
"So it isn't to be a case of Miss
Betty Baxter, after all 1"
And Avice colored and said "she
didn't know what Miss Penny could
possibly mean." Saturday Night
A Mystery of The Kali.
"A man killed on a railroad never
dies with his boots on," remarked a
Roading railroad employe at Wayne
Janotion. "In my experience of over
twenty years I have seen, perhaps,
over a hundred cases where people
have been struck and killed by en
gines, and in every instance, when the
body was picked up, the feet were
found to be minus shoes. Even men
wearing heavy top shoes were not ex
empt from tho invariable rule. Any
old engineer will tell you tbe same
thing. It is a mystery whioh no one
seems able to solve, and is as inex
plicable as that other strange phe
nomenon of the drowned man who al
ways floats on top of the water fuoe
downward, while the woman floats
faoe upward." Philadelphia Reoord,
There are do fewer than 521 for
oign dootors established in Paris, more
than a sixth of all the practicing
physicians.
"DOLE OP BREAD."
A Century Old Charity In New
York Still Exists,
Distributing Loaves of Bread to
Hungry Wanderers.
Forcimmt among tlin many practi
cal charities or thin great, big-hearted
metropolis, says tlio Now York Jour
tin), in tlio old bread-giving lionefl
cence, long established and faithfully
kopt up for ninny years. No hnppior
way of helping tlio really worthy poor
oould be comvivod tliuti thnt of tup
plying to tbein tbe staff of life, tbe
bread thnt in to keep them alive.
Nono but thoso deserving, or ia end
ueed of did, would apply for this tort
of assistance.
Two in ill ion lonves of brond have
been given to hungry uofortunntei iu
thin city aiuoe this moat comiueuduble
charity, verily, salvation from star
vation, was established. Few New
Yorkers kuow of the "Leake Dole of
Bread," wbicb bas gone stendily on in
its estimable work since 1702.
John Leake a millionaire of tbe late
oontury wns a devout churchman, and
throughout bis life an active philan
thropist. Living, as be did, in aris
tocratic New York, bo was of course,a
constant attendant upon tbe services
of Trinity church and a patron of
what was then and is now, one of the
best conducted chapols in the city, old
St. John's chapel, on Vurick Btreot.
When tlio beucvolout old man died,
he left 1,000 sterling "to the rector
and inhabitants of the Protestant Epls
col church of the state of New York,"
to be put away safely,where tbe inter
est from it would be sufficient to pur
chase six-ponny wheaten loaves to a
goodly number, to bo distributed "to
such poor as are most deserving, "after
every Sabbath morning service.
Of this interest, $174.20 has been
expended yearly for the purchase of
the bread. This enables the chapel
to distribute sixty-seven loaves every
weok. The day of delivery, however,
has rocoutly boou changed from Sun
day to Saturday. Tho most effective
diviHion of tho loaves has been
adopted. Eighteen womon of tbe
parish, who have large families call
at the gray stouo bouse of the old sex
tou, John Watson, every Saturday
morning, at 9 o'clock, and take away
enough big wbito loaves to keep the
wolf from tho doors of tbe little
homes they love. Tboy are no men
among the pensioners. In tbe 104
years of its exiatonce.thU single bene
faction has been tbe cause, of making
happy thousands of families.
Although not so old as the Lenke
Dole of Dread, the benevolence of the
Floibchmana Vionna Bakery, at Teuth
strcot and Broadway, is quite as well
oouduoted and quite as meritorious.
Nearly a million and a half loaves of
bread have been given out from their
bounteous bake-house to twice that
number of hungry wanderers, in half
loaves, in the last twelve years.
In 1870 Louis Fluisohmann ordored
that all the loft-over bread of the day
should be distributed every morning
at two o'clock to whom should first
apply for it, a half-loaf to each man.
In cold weather each beneficiary was
to receive a tin oup of hot coffee with
his bread.
As if to make things equal, tbe wan
derers who are fed at this haven are
all men, just as they are all women who
benefit by the Leake Dole of bread.
Between four and five hundred men
of all ages, some fairly well dressod,
others in rags, but all hungry, line up
at the side door on Tenth street in the
middle of every night As early as 10
o'clock the hungry line oommences to
form, although the wandering waif
who make it up know that they can
not expeot a bite before two o'clock.
There are UBunlly enough men to ex
tend all the way to Twelfth street
Tbe old watchman, William Grevel,
and a pair of trusty tramps, old pen
sioners, give out tbe bread, On holi
days they give a large piece of coke
with each ball loaf of bread, and the
battalion of beggars is happy.
The Seuator'i Dress Suit.
There is a oertian Senator from a
Western State who dined with tbe
President one night not long ago.
He wore on that evening what he
always wears on full dress occasions,
a coat made after a desigu of his own.
A ooat whioh ooubiues the eleganoe
of a dress ooat with the lines of a
cutaway but is neither one nor the
othor When tbo Souator was ready
to start for tbe White House some
busybody bustled up to him and said I
"Why Senator , aren't you goiug to
wore a dress ooat ?"
The Senator drew himsolf np to his
full bight ,
"What I I dress like a waiter?"
he said. Washington Post
War Record of Photography.
While conjectures are rife as to
wbnt electricity and high explosives
could do iu modern warfare, it is In
teresting to glnuce at one marvel iu
the war record of photography. A
quarter of a century ago on tbe 21st
of Hepteiubor, Paris was completely
shut off from the rest of tbe world,
but two days later a balloon and a
pigeon post was established, and regu
lar balloons thereafter lift the eity at
intervals of from three to seven days
with lettors for the provinces and
carrier pigeons for bringing baok re
plies. Tho return messages were
writton on thin paper and enclosed in
a quill tied to tbe pigeon's tail, but
the carrying capacity of the birds for
such mossages was very limited. Soma
weeks later, Dagron, skilled in photo
tnicrographio work, carried ont the
idea of printing a great many mes
sages upon a large sheet of paper and
then photographing the whole in a
greatly reduced form upon a thin film
of collodion four inches square. Esoh
pigeon carried eighteen of these collo
dion pellicles, with a total of more
than 50,000 messages, the whole weigh
ing lesj than a gramme. On arrival
in Paris the messages were enlarged
on a screen, when they could be read,
and were published in the newspapers.
During the soige sixty-four balloons
left tho oity, of which seven were lost
or captured by the Germaus, while ('
tbe others carried 4,000,000 letters '
and tbe pigeon post returned about
about 2,000,000 messages. ' Even
money orders and drafts were trans
mitted by the micro-photographio
pigeon post and were paid in Paris
Trenton, (N. J..) Amerioau.
May Own Ouly Sit Dogs.
The Chicago city council has passed
an ordinanoo limiting the number of
dogs owned by any one family to not
more than six. This number would
seem to be ample for any average
American household, especially iu a
big city whero tbe dogs can serve only
as pots; yet the law, which went into
effect immediately, has caused no end
of consternation. Investigation shows
that many families possess animals
greatly in excess of the law's limita
tion. One has 15, another 18 and en
otbor 20, whilo scores aud hundreds
have a dozen aud upward.
An ancient aphorism restricts a mul
titude of dogs to homes of tbe blessed
with legions of ohildren, but here it is
shown that the wealthy vie with the
impoverished in gathering about them
numbors of these creatures. The
trouble is that each and every owner
professes equal attachment for oaoh of
his "chattels," declaring that it is
impossible to part with auy one of the
pets. Every possible equivocation f
and evasion is resorted to in order to
avoid enforcement of the law, while
tbe owners who como uuder the inter
dict are vowiug vengeance at the eh.
suing election against those aldermen
who voted for the obnoxious measure.
Now York Press.
A Scrio-Conilc Experience.
An eigfity-sixtb-year-old Romeo of -Culina,
Ohio, had a remarkable serio
oomio experience at Muucie, Iud., ft
few days ago. He was observed loit
ering about for several hours in front
of the postofUoe, and ho looked inore
and more miserable as tbe minutes
went by. Finally a policemau accosted
him, and the old man said be bad
mado an appointment to meet bis affi-
anced bride at that place several hours (
before. He explained that he had
met the young womau in ' Celina, and ' '
she had become engaged to biin dur
ing ber stay there. Her home was in
Muncie, and he was to meet her there
on that day to arrange for the mar- i
riage. He showed tbe letter, and tbe i
policeman discovered that the name of
the town was Marion, uot Muncie.
Tbe aged lover was astounded at his ,
mistake, and scurried off, rejoicing, to
the railroad station to take the first i
train for Marion and his prospective
bride New York Sun.
Steel Const ctlon-ln Bird's Xests.
A curious gift bas beeu made to
the Natural History Museum ' of.
Soletta, This gift consists of a bird's
nest, coustruoted entirely of steel.
There are a great many watchmakers
ut Soletta, and in the vioiuity of the
workshops there are always the re
mains of the old springs of watches,
whioh have been oast aside.
Last summer a watchmaker discov
ered this curious bird's nest, whioh
had beeu built in a tree iu hi court
yard by a pair of water-wagtails. It
measures teu coutimetre iu oiroutu-.
fereuoe, aud is made solely of watch
springs. When the birds had flodged
their brood the watohuiaker seoiuwd"
their autiqua nest as au iutretiug
proof of tbe iutelligenoe of -birds ia
adapting euythiug whioh oome
within their reaoh. London New.