i The bicycle is the evangelist of the moot progressive ern ever known. A Hew namo for it is "the fnrinor's friend.'! The classioul Lcnndcr wns tho qnalia horo of the oncients and the modern Lcnndor on the Thames seem to be the nquntio heroes of tho present (lay, observes tho New York News, A cunning button mnnufnctnrer of tho Nutmeg Btnte, hns, it seems, put on the knick-knack mmket a badge button marked B. M. Tho letters stand at the wearer's option for either Souud Money or Silver Money. The Old Order of Duuknrds, nt their recent sossion At Covington, Ohio, decided ngninst the bicycle and also against gold fillings for tho teeth, on the ground that they are an Adornment, and must be eschewed. The Archbishop of London esti mates the contributions of churchmen to religious objects during the Inst twenty-five years as amounting to about $400,000,000. Over $105,000, 000 has been spout in elomentary edu cation. In view of the fact tbnt Queen Vic toria has purchased her npplos in New England for the pant twonty years, tho Springfield Union suggests that if its section of the country be allowed to furnish her with pies life would be Worth living. Alfred Harmsworth recently begun issuing a half-penny morning paper, the Daily Mail, in London. Mr. Uarinsworth says that Loudon has fewer morning journals than, size for size, nny of tho great English speaking cities of the world, . Tho American Agriculturist says: "Wages of farm labor are ns high ns ever, while household help is not to be had at any price. This stato of flairs seems to bo general, yet tho price of farm products was never so low. This thing has got to be evened p." "I saw ono of Wnring's wbite-uni formed men down on his knees pull ing a few blades of grass from be tween the paving-stones iu my street this morning," said a man to a New York Tribune reporter, "nml when I moved into that street two years ngo there were dead cats in the gutter." . The British Parliament has actually voted $15,000,000 to build a railroad in Africa. The British taxpayer is paying dearly for tho extrava gant schemes of this Tory Gov ernment, obsorves tho New York Sun. England needs better publio schools more than African railroads. Mosquitoes aro said to have invaded England, and there are signs of o popular tumult A correspondent of the London Standard suggests as a moans of exterminating the pest ere it be too lata that everybody should examine bis bedroom window in the morning and slsy the Intruders bunk ing there. This proposed remedy conveys a mournful impression of English inexperience. If these vag rant mosquitoes now summering in tho British Isles are of the genuine Amer ican breed, for everyone caught on a wiadowpane in tho morning there will be at least a dozen gloating in aecret nooks over the stupidity of mankind. It is a matter of surprise that the universality of tho bicyole hns not produced an extensive vernacular. As matter of fact, the "slang" expres sion! in general nse, as gathered by an Eistern contemporary, are but few. Cyclist is a legitimate and com prehensive word that is shorter than wheelman or wheelwoman. In far away New Zealand, the awfnl word "cyclodonna" has been coined as a substitute for wheelwoman. In many Western towns the fair ridor is called -a "bloomer," without regard to her costume. The word "scorcher," as indioiitiug a speedy cyclist, is fairly en grafted upon the language. In Chi cago, however, the "scorcher" is called a "scoot." The technicalities of the machine have led to attempts upon the part of youug meu to coin ex pressions. "Your tire is punctured," indicates that the story you are tell ing lucks the probable element of truth. Bookless statements are called ooustiug." Avery anoient yarn is sot a "chestnut," but a "century." A young oouple sharing a mutual fond ness are "riding tandem." A man leading fast life is "geared too high." An old fogy is referred to as a "high wheel." A chaperon is known s a "pace-maker." A cheap bicyole is called a "gas-pipe" machine. A I rolcsaiooal racer is a "pro." '""I f ' l T""I liillilijaBasi Where tho Blackberries Grow. BY EMMA HOWAH1J WRIOHT. Tho girl stands looking at tho pic ture; tuo man who painted it stands looking at the girl. What a sweet face it hns, so girlish, so untouched by the sorrows nud passions of life) The look of pleased ndmirntion iu the soft eyes gives him an odd sensation of pleas ure. Ho is glad that his work pleases her. Tho girl is presontly joined by a tall, graceful womau. Bhirely gives a slight start. "Eleanor I" ho murmurs. "Oh, mnmtnn," tho girl is saying, "isu't this a sweet picture? I like it better than anything I have seen here." Some of the faint, delicate color fndes out of Eleanor Beaton's beauti ful tired face as she looks at the can vas that has aroused her daughter's enthusiasm. "Yes," sho murmurs mechanically, "it is a beautiful picture." And theu with bauds which are a little tremulous, sho opens her cata logue and seeks the number of the pic ture. " 'Whore the Blackberries Grow John Shirley.' I was sure of it," sho murmurs, and looks again nt the pic ture. A field, in which there are quanti ties of wild flowers, tall, beautifully colored grasses, and bushes laden with berries. In the midst of the black berry bushes stand a boy and a girl. The former is busily picking berries, and his face is averted ; tho latter is a charming littlo figure iu a calico slip and a small pink sun-bounut pushed back from a fair baby face, the pout ing lips deeply stained with blackberry juice. A muss of gold colored curls falls over the childish brow. A fellow artist has joined Bhirloy. "Mrs, Beaton and her daughter appear to bo admiring your picture, Shirley," he says. "Come, let mo iutroduoe you. Mrs. Souton is a charming woman." "And the young girl is hor daugh ter?" says Shirley, as thoy move away. "Yes, but she will nevor be tho lovely woman that her mother is," is the reply, and Shirley smiles. Some hours lator Mrs. Beaton aits beforo her dressing room fire. There is an unusual quicketiiug of her lan guid pulses. In the leaping heart of the fire she sees mirrored alt the years since she and Shirley gathered black berries in the acre Held, oue summer day long ago. How faithfully he had reproduced the scene iu his painting) The picture in the fire shifts a lit tle; still the field with its wild flowers and its laden bushes, but a young man and a maiden replace the boy and baby girl. Back from the long past there comes to Eleanor Beaton the ec stacy of that nnforgotten day. She seems to feel again upon her lips the kisses of her young lover, aud starts up with flushing check and throbbing heart. But the picture has faded from tho fire and another replaces it. A wed' ding party j the bride young and fair of faoc, and white as her bridal robes; and the bridegroom not the boyish young lover, but a middle aged, cyni cal looking man. Her yonth and her innocence had caught his fanoy, and she had bartered herself for his gold ; sacrificed truth and honor, and, as she but too soon realized, happiness also. Bnt she soon learned the lesson many a woman has learned beforo her to hide her aching heart beneath a smiling face. Girlhood, happiness her own hand had slain them. With the ooming of her child something like peace had crept into her heart. Then Seuton died, and she waa onee more free. Of her young lover ahe heard nothing. She knew that he had left the old farm, that he had goue abroad to study art Now, after all these years, tuey met again. J.ue farmer s son had become a well known artist A gray haired, worn faced man replaced the lover of her youth. The pictures of the past have died in the leaping flames. Other scenes are mirrored there, and hope paints them. "What? Not dressed yet I" ex claimed a fresh, girlish voice. "Have yon forgotten that Mr. Shirley and Mr. Halwell are coming to dinucr, mamma?" With dreamy eyes Eleanor Seatou turns and smiles up into the fair face of her young dnughter. Tho girl wears a simple white gown. Sho is very girlish and very sweet "Oh, mammal Howlovolyyou arel" liny exclaims, luter, as her mothor en- tors tho druwing room iu a beautiful rose pink gown which is exceedingly becoming to her dnzzingly fair skin and palo gold hair. And Eleanor Benton's cheeks softly flush and her eyes grow radinnt She is glad for the first time in many years that she is beautiful. How swiftly the days aud tho weeks and the months glide by aftor that night I Shirley is a frequent visitor at the home of Mrs. Benton. Then, when the summer comes, Eloanor Sea ton hns a fancy to visit the old farm. The artist follows her and her daugh ter. Ono beautiful evening Eloanor stands at the old farm house door. The air is full of the porfume of roses. The sky is all crimson and gold. The woman's faco is beautiful with the soft radiance of a love dream. Then Ray comes towards her through the roses. The girl's face is flushed, hor eyes droop. She moves slowly to her mother's side. "Where have you been, dear?'' the latter asks, wondering a little nt the change iu the girl's face. "To the blaokberry field," the girl replies. "I went with Mr. Shirley; be wished to show me the sceue of hie painting. Oh, mother," and the girl's arms go about her mother's ueck, "ho loves me onn you imagine it? He wants me for his wifo.and I I am so happy." There is sileuco for some moments. Thou Eleanor Benton lifts tho sweet faco from hor brenf.t and presses her lips toiler daughter's flushed check. "I am very glad, dear, that you are bnppy," "ho murmurs. Tho sunset glow has faded from the sky, leaving it pale and cold and gray. Eleauor shivers iu the wsrm, perfumed air. Hor eyes, to which all tho old weariuess has returned, look past the brown head of tho girl towards tho field "where the blackberries grow." Munsey's Magazine. Wlirro tho Apostles Are Hurled. Perhaps there is not ono man in n thousand wlfo is.nble to toll whore the twelvo apostles lira buried; and yet every Christian should possess this in formation. Seveii are buried iu lionie, as follows: Bt. Peter, St; Philip, St. James the Lesser, St Judo, Bt. Bur tholomow.St Matthias and Bt, Bimon. Three lie iu tho kngdom of Naples, St. Matthew at Balermo; Bt. Andrew, at Ainiilfl, and Bt Thomas at Orloun. Bt. James tho Greater is buried in Bpuin. Concerning tho cxaot whore oouts of Bt. John thero is much dis puto. Tho following bit of infer matton on tue subject comes from the Hartford (Conn.) Times: St Mark and Bt Luke are buried in Italy, the formor at Veuico and the latter at Padua. Bt Paul's remains are also believod to be iu Jtulv. Bt Peter is buried in Rome in tho church which bears his name ; so, too, are Bt Simon and Bt. Judo. Bt James the Lesser is buried in tho Church of the Holy Apostles, St. Bar tholomew in tho church on that island iu the Tiber which bears his name. The "Legends of the Apostles" plnoes the remains of St Matthias under the altar of the renowned Basilica. The Dog Holds Himself. There is a dog owner iu Philadel phia who tolls a story concerning his oanine companion that tries the belief of bis friends, despite the fact thut he vouches for its truth. The dog is an intelligent-looking animal, of the shepherd variety, and js frisky and full of fun, Tho particular trait of which its muster bousts istbntwheu he wants the animal to stay in one place it is not necessary to tie him. All.tbat is neoessary is to fasten one eud of a rope to a convenient post and give the other eud to the dog to bold iu it mouth, . The patient animal will sit for hours in this way, and would no more think of rnnuing away than he would fly. Philadelphia Reoord. Curious Freak of Lightning, From tho village of Coorabe Bay, which lies about four milos from Bath, England, comes a story of a curious freak of lightning, according to Pear son s Weekly. Hear tho village there Is, or was when the incident occurred, a largo wood composed of oak and nut trees. In the center of this wood there was a small pasture, quite hemmed in by the surrounding grove. Here six sheep were kept by their owner. Tho flock being small, the pasture only fifty yards in extent, contained herbage sufficient for them. Oun day while the sheep wero in the fluid a severe thunder storm enmo on, and a flash of light ning killad simultaneously every sheep in the pasture. It is to be presumed thoy were monrned by their owner, but no doubt considering that they might be of some profit to him, al though dead, he sold their bodies to a butcher in tho neighboring village ofCoombe Bay. Tho butcher bognu his business of skinning the lightning struck animal. To the astonishment of the butcher and bis assistaut,on the iuterior of each shaepskin thoy found printed an elaborate and faithful picture of the lnudscape surrounding the sheep pnsture. These natural pictures were in no respect suggestive of the impressionists daubs, but the trees, the fences, the rocks, the bushos were all as precisely represented as if photographed upon the skin of the animal. Every detail was exactly drawn. The sheep had boou killed while huddled togothar in a corner and tho luudscnpn in each case was tho same, tho picture being of that part of tho surrounding scenery which lay in the path of tho lightuiug flush which killod the frightened animals. Crime Thnt Was Handed Down. Professor Polluiauti of Bonn uni versity, Germany, has made a special study of hereditary drnukonness. He has taken certain individual cases, a generation or two buck, and hns traced the careers of children, grand children, and groat-grnudchildren in all parts of the present German em pire nutil ho hns been nbla to present tabulated biogrpuhies of tho hun dreds descended from some original drunkard. Tho lust person whom Professor Pollmnnn has immortalized thus in medical litorature is Fruu Ada Jurke. Sho was born iu 1710, aud she was a dniiiknrd, n thief, and a tramp for the lnBt forty yours of her life, which ended iu 1800. Her descendants have numbered 831, of whom 709 have been trnced iu local records from youth to death by Profosser Pellmanu. Of tho 709, ho found 100 woro boru out of wedlock. Thero were 112 beggars, aud Gl more who lived from charity, Of tho womou 181 led disrcputabla lives. There wore in this family 76 oouvlot, 7 of whom were sentonced for murder. Iu sevouty-fivo years this one family rolled up a big bill of costs in alms houses, trial courts, prisons and cor' rectionnl institutions. Professor Fell- munusnys this bill, which the authori' ties of Germany and therefore the taxpayers have paid, has been at leaat about $1,250,000. Found a Luminous Crab. Ono of tho marine curiosities re cently fished from the bottom of the Indian ocean by a dredging vessel in the employ of the Calcutta Society of Natural History was a mammoth sea crab which continually emitted bright white light similar to that seen in the spasmodio flashes of phosphor esoent lumiuosity kindled by our com man fireflies. The oddity was oap- tured in the day time and placed in largo tank, nothing poouliar exoopt its immense siza being noticeable in the broad glare of the tropical sun. At night, however, when all was in pitchy darkness, the crab surprised the naturalists by lighting np the tank so that all the othor sea creatures, great aud small, occupying the same tank could be plainly seen. When the luminous crustacean was prodded with a pole, he emitted flashes of light which euableu the experimenters to read small print, even though other wise they were in total darkness. St Lonis Republic, Fragrant Rose Jars, Rose j irs are made by putting layer of petals of any fragrant variety of rose in the bottom of a jar. On this scatter some coarse salt; close the jur tightly und plooo iu the sun- Next day, or as soou as yon have enough material to make another, lay er, put iu moro potals aud another spriukling of Bait Contiuue this as long as yoa have flowers. Then add cloves, cinuamoo, orris-root aud other fragrant artioles and mix the whole mass well. Keep the jar well closed. Ladies' Home Journal Air -km i" irrf" JU j A 1 me !r.w motiiks aoosE. Thero was a mnn In our town Who wns so wondrous wise, Ho didn't try the brnmMn-bush And sernteli out both tils eves, But sat lilm In a big arm-chair, Upon a seliooniT-ynelit, And said to those who Jeered at him, "I'd rather see than not." Harper's Hound Tnblo. ARB PLANTS INTELLIGENT? nave plants intelligence? Do they ever think? These are interesting questions that would have to be an swered by the statement of an ob server of tho ways of pumpkins and melons. Says he: "Plants ofteu ex hibit something very much like intel ligence. If a bucket of water, dur ing a dry season, bo placed a few inches from a growing pumpkin or melon vine, the latter will turn from its course, and in a day or two will get one of its leaves in the water." We do not vouch for the truth of this, but if thero be any young gar deners among our renders it might make an interesting experiment next summer, when they are pursuing their vacation. Harper's Rouud Table. A THIF.VI.XO DOG). Pointer dogs can always bo trained" to stoal. Many of them are natural thioves without training, and any of tho species can bo taught There is a dog of this kind in northwest Washington. Ho will pick up any thins he can find around a yard or outsido of a Btore, but his specialty is ladies' pockotbooks aud handbags. When ho sees one of these he grabs it aud runs, always succeeding in get ting out of sight bofore he can be c.ip- tit red or followed. No owner hns ever been seen, hence no complaints hove been mndo nt police headquar ters, but there is but littlo doubt, if it were possible to follow tho animal, that it would be found that he has been carefully trained as a purse snutcher and that ho takes his booty home to his master. He seems to be aware that he is doing wrong, jump ing fences and dodging around houses when running awny. A CRUSHED APPLE BLOSSOM. Let me tell you a story about a littlo girl and an apple blossom. This littlo Helen had always beeu very fond of flowers. She would water plant; aud help them allelic oould, aud if sho loved anybody dearly, she always wanted to give them flowers. She liked to wear flowers pinued on her dress, but as soon as they commenced to droop sho put them in water, and thoy always fresh ened for hor. Then she changed the water every day, and I roally believe, I never kuew flowers to keep fresh so long for anyoue ns they did for Helen. Ono day she camo in from school with tears in her eyes, and her voice trembled as she held np a spray of Bp pie blossoms and said :"Why,mnmma, somebody threw thorn down and they have been stepped on." Mamma said it was too bad that peo pie are so cureless. Helen said: "Oh, any one who would step on a flower is not kind." But mamma told hor again that she thought they were careless, but sho hoped her littlo childrou would al ways be thoughtful und treat flowers carefully, then others who loved flow ers as dourly as Helen did, would not be made to feel so sad. Helen patted the flower and put it in water, and it really brightened np, and seemed to be trying to fill the room with its sweet odor, to show Helen it was thankful for her care. Sun Francisco Chronicle. THE FOLLT OP "NOTHINO TO DO." Sahool was just out aud Jamie An drews came into the house, shutting the door behind him with an impatient slam. "I had to bring home my arithmetic and my geography and my spelling book," be cxoluiined,in an ag grieved voice. "The teachers make ns work awfully hard. I wish I didn't have anything to do." "Really?" his mother asked, lookiug up from her sowing with a questioning smile. 'Yes, rcnllyl" Jnmio'a voice- sounded vory positive. "I don't like to work a bit I wish I didn't hare single thiug to do." "I saw a boy once who must Lava felt just as you do," Mrs. Andrews remarked as she threaded her needle. "And as ho bad no one to insist upon his working, he carried out his ideaa very well." "Where did you see him," Jamie asked, thinking enviously of' the hap piness of a lad who was actually al lowed to do nothing. "It wns on thst Western trip yonr father and I took several years ago," Mrs. Andrews answered. "He was an Indian boy and wore ragged cloth ing, which some one much larger than himsolf hnd probably thrown away. I suppose he could easily have earned enongh to dn-s respectably, for ha was a stout, well-grown Ind, and help wns scarce. However, he preferred to do nothing, even if he had to go ragged and dirty." Jamie began to look thoughtful. "I suppose ho must hnvo been hun gry, Mrs. Andrews went on, "since he wouldn't work for anything to eat, though ho begged fluently. He slept wherever ho could in bnrns and sheds, and sometimes out under the open sky. Of couree, he bad never learned to rend. He had no ambition to be a man in the world, to become respected and honored. To be idle was his ono idea of happiness." Jumio bad picked up his arithmetic. "I'm going to see how many of my problems I can get before enpper,"he said. "I failed this morning, bnt I'm not going to again." He had begun to understand that there aro butter things than having nothing to do. Laura Leighton. INSECTS THAT CARRY PARASOLS. How true it is that we frequently overlook most interesting things near nt hand, whilo searching for wondors fnr away. It is as true in the forest as in the city, thnt one is rnrely acquainted with even his nearest neighbors. 1 once bad it brought homo to me in an impressive manner that I had been very unobservant of the things , immediately about me. It enmo about in this manner. I was camping alone on the island of Tobago, and hnd taken the trail leading from my hut on the bench into the deep forest a path over which I had walked at least a score of times beforo and I presently reached a spot whero the shnde was so dense that it made a sort of twilight Suddenly there appeared to my astonished eyes somothing that caused mo to rub them in doubt whother I wns not dreaming; for right iu front of me, crossing the path, was a band of green, stretching across the brown, dun-colored earth, and as my eyes became acoustomod to the dim light, so thnt I could observe it more particularly, I saw thut this green ribbon was moving regularly along, like the belt over a factory wheel. At first it Becmed to be solid and unbroken, but soon I dcteoted many divisions in the Hue, and saw that it was composed of thousands of bits of leaves, each about half an inch in diameter. Upon turning over some of these leaf fragments, I foiiud that the motive power of each oue waa a big red ant, who clung ts it desperately, and as soon as re leased took its place in the ranks again. For many minutes I watched the verdant procession, but soemed no nearer the eud than when I first saw it Out of the dusky woodH on one sida the path it emerged and into tho depths on the other it disappeared, traveling tirelessly on ward to some destination unknown to me. . I could not very well trace its course, the forest being so dense, but thore must have beeu millions of ants in the column, all marching iu perfeot order and evidently with some definite end in view. These insects, which are known as the great headed red ants, not only nse their powerful scissor jaws upon the leaves of trees and plants, bat should thoy find a tablecloth or hand kerchief or anything of that kind on the grouud, will cut out of it neat littlo semi-circular holes, taking the pieces away to their nests. Whether or not they use these bits of cloths for liniug their nests, or pat them to their proper nse as napkins and handker chiefs, I cannot say. New York Her ald. Mirrors that will not break are made of polished and transparent oelluloid plate, backed with quick silver, like ordinary glass mirrors.
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