In England there in one foreigner
to every 170 natives, and In France
one to every 84 natives.
A distinguished nntnrnlist stntea
flint tin1 lien cackles with unusual en
thusiasm when she thinks she linn
luiil nn egg where it enn't he fun ml.
The editor i)f tlie Boston Ilernlil
lms written nn nrtielo for n mngnzine
in which he says thnt "there ere only
eight thinking newspapers in Amer
icn." We wonder where the other
even nre.
Governor Filigree of Michigan mt
tlint he vetoed tli curfew liill because
it was paternal legislation. Hin idea
is, in lirief, thnt there is no reason
why the state should net as a trnniit
officer for the children of its citizehs.
Hy the provisions of n new Texas
law, bond nml investment companies
doing business in the Mnte must de
posit with the stnte treasurer g.'dlllO
and ten per rent, of net premium re
ceipts yearly until the amount to their
credit shall reach to 1(10,01)11.
Venezuela hns placed restrictions
on heron limiting. The bird is much
sought after for its pinnies, and like
the egret of the United Htntes, is in
danger of becoming extinct. Hunters
in future, nre to he licensed, and hunt
ing with firearms is absolutely pro
hibited. No plumes can be exported
w ithout the license of the civil author
ities.
t
The local branch of the Boston loan
and trust company in Knnsas City hns
received notice from its head office
thnt henreafter loans may be taken ou
rlrst-chiss properties in northeastern
Kansas. This is said to he one of the
first orders of the kind affecting Knn
sas property thnt hns been given by a
loan company in years. The order is
limited to Douglass, Achison, Jefl'er
son, Brown, Xemelin nnd a few other
'counties in the portion of the state
named.
Though the tomb of General Grant
in New York city is now practically
completed, there yet remains some
work of ornamentation to be done. It
is intended to place upon the cap of
the pyramidal top of the monument a
colossal statue of peace. General
Porter says thnt provision has been
made for tho erection of this statue,
and thnt work upon it will soon begin.
There remains in the treasury of the
association 812,00(1. The statue may
cost $15,001), but there is no fear that
there will be difficulty in raising a few
thousand to complete the tomb.
The eager, panting aspirants for
literary fame who are aching for an
opportunity to astonish the world may
find what they want in this advertise
ment from a recent issue of tho Lon
don Daily News : "Writer wanted,
who will write a history of California
from material at British Museum, etc.,
for tho remuneration of 10. Must
lie 400,000 words. Apply by letter
only, to Essayist, etc." As will be
seen there is not only glory,but money
in it. Just fancy what a gifted writer
could do with 10 ($."0), and as he
might finish the work iu less than a
year his compensation would be at the
rate of about a dollar a week.
Two hundred and three local author
ities in Great Britian and Ireland own
their own gas works. Of these 100
are in England and Wales, thirty-six
in Sootlund and seven in Ireland. Be'
sides these, there are 437 private coin'
panies, of which two are in Scotland,
nine in Ireland, and the rest in Eng.
laud and Wales. The total coal used
is 11,937,440 tons. From this 121,
421,752,601 cubic feet of gas is made,
of which 111,443,701,941 cubic
feet was sold during the year
ending March 20, 1890. There
were at that time 23,857 miles
of mains, supplying 2,659,771 con
sumers' premises and 526,888 public
lumps.
One of the most important steps
receutly taken by the trustees and
faculty of the state college of Penu
sylvunia, is the decision to establish
several summer courses, for the pur
pose of making the laboratories and
shops of the college available during
part of the summer vacation for the
teachers of the state, aud those who
intend to become teachers, as well an
those who wish to pursue speuiul lines
of research. A further purose is to
give courses that persons who are not
quite fully prepared to enter college
may have opportunity to take a six
weeks' drill iu the subjects in which
they are defflcieut. These courses
will not be confined to persons who
propose to enter the state college, but
will be open to students who expect
to apply for admission to any college.
A FEUD.
In the garden of my love
The llnwcrs fell out one day
The lilies snlil the. rose
Wns not so fair as thev.
The rose thniixht the Illy
A blot upon the sprlntf I
Tlmy illil not ski how nny
Could like so pale, a thing,
Juno they maile th'-lr Judge,
Who, anurv with tliHr quarrel,
Withered tliHin on their stalks
Hespulleil their gny appnrcl.
lint, tint to illMivnll
1 he liilmrs or thn sun.
On Jullit she ronferri'il
Xhclr twiititles every one.
Hut. even so translnteil,
The Inntl Is kept nllvn i
l'or still, upon her eheek.
The ruse mi l Illy strive.
- l'lck-Jle-t'p.
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The Missing Spoons, f
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Madge burst into the room, her eves
wide mid staring nml her face pale
with fright.
"Whv, Mndge luster, whnt can be
the matter V" asked her mother, look
ing up from her sewing.
Mndge swallowed nnd gasped.
" Grandmother Maxwell's spoons,"
she said ; "they're gone."
'Gone? Oriiiulmotlier Maxwells
spoons I " repented Mrs. Foster, as if
she couldn't quite understand.
les, gone, nut m Nat, who nail
come in looking almost as frightened
as Mndge.
" Whv, who would hnve touched
them ?" asked Mrs. Foster, rising
from her chnir.
"Better ask who took .Intie's butter-
bowl Inst Tuesday night, and who
stole the cake from the china closet,
and whnt hns become of the Inst
volume of " Uncle Tom's Cabin," nnd
my best skates, and Madge's gold
stick pin, and Charlie finest cont
and Nut paused for vyant of breath.
"I tell you there's something nwfully
mysterious nbout this '." he continued,
a moment later.
" But grandmother's spoons ? "
questioned Mrs. Foster, trying to be
aim.
" Whv, it was this wnv," explained
Madge, who was now calm enough to
talk; " Jnne wns getting the supper
table ready, and she thought she'd
put on the best silver because the
minister was to be here. Ho she went
to the closet to get grandmother's
spoons and they were gone, t here
wasn t a sign of em nnvwhere,
nlthough we looked all over the closet.
They were in thnt little, old, red plush
ense on the third shelf behind the big
blue bowl. No one knew thev were
there but Jane. The box wns open
and the spoons were gone. And .June
says she is sure she has found tracks
on the floor."
"Tracks" repented Nat, in an
odd, scared voice ; "I saw 'em my
self." Mrs. Foster followed the twins out
into the kitchen and made a careful
search on her own account. But the
spoons were gone.
There were six of Grandmother
Maxwell's spoons, and they were kept
bound up in a little bundle tied with
faded red tape. They were very thin
and old-fashioned, -but every member
of the Foster family from Father
Foster down held them in great rever
ence because they had beeu in tho
family for nioro than a hundred years.
When Grandmother Maxwell died sho
had left them to her three grand
children, two each to Madge nnd Nat,
the twins, and two to Charlie, their
elder brother. For this reason they
were prized more highlcy than nny
other single possession of the Max
well family. Jane, who had been a
servant in the Foster family ever since
the twins were born, was as proud of
the spoons as any of the others aud
took as much care of them as if they
had been her own.
Charlie had left his hook in tho
library and had followed the others
out into the kitchen. He was down
on his hands and knees examining the
tracks on the ps.ntry floor.
" They don't look to me just like a
man's tracks," he said ; " they're
hardly big enough ; iu fact, I don't
believe they're tracks at all.','
"What are they, then V'jptked Ned.
hotly, "who do you s'pose is doing all
this stealing ?"
'I don't know," said Charlie, "but
I've got a theory."
"Charlie always has got theories,"
put iu Madge, mischievously ; "I
guess he gets 'em out of books."
" Well, I don't dream of traveling
over all creation," replied Charlie,
winking.
But Nat was interested ; he had a
good deal of confidence in his elder
brother. Besides this, the mystery
as to what became of nil the missing
things was beginning to grow serious.
Nearly every night something disap
peared from the building, and there
was not the slightest clew as to what
became of it. Even Father Foster
was worried, and for several evenings
he had remained up lute and had taken
particular care to lock every w indow
aud bolt every door. But iu the face
of it all Graudmother Maxwell's
spoons hud disappeared.
" Yes," Charlie was saying, "I'we
been cogitating, and I'll tell yon whut
I thiuk. Thut old cellar has some
thing to do with this stealing.
Madge started aud looked over her
shoulder, sturted even in broad day
light. Charlie had said these words
very slowly aud distinctly, and i( w as
some moments before any one spoke.
" But nobody cun get into that cel
lar. If u burglar tried it I guess it
would be the lust of .him."
"I'm not so sure of that," responded
Charlie. " Yesterday I went down
cellar with a lump aud there iu the
sand " ...
"In the saud," repeated Madge,
breathlessly, luuuing . forward . with
parted lips.
"There !a the snnd," continued
Charlie, paying at attention to the in
terriiption," I saw tracks lending to
the door."
" And I've been going down there
nil alone," wailed Jnne, lifting her
hands in horror.
" I just believe the thief is hiding
in there," said Nat.
The old cellar w as hardly more than
a niche In the stone wall, with a stout
oak door covering its opening. Years
before nn old well had occupied the
niche, but it had caved ill, and Mr.
Foster hnd not thought it worth while
to tlx it up, especially now since the
town had waterworks. Ho he hnd
securely fastened the door to prevent
nny one getting into the well, and, so
far ns nny of the Fosters knew, it
lia lo t beeu opened iu ten years or
more.
Charlie was so sure of his theory
that he n anted to prove it on the spot.
But they waited until Father Foster
came home und told him about it.
" We'll go and see," said Father
Foster promptly.
He started for his own private closet
upstnires to get the key to the old
cellar. He looked high and low for it,
and then he cnnie bnck with a puzzled
expression 011 his face.
" It's gone," he said.
"There's where the mystery is,"
snid Nat, excitedly.
Father Foster led the way, lamp in
hnml. Charles followed close nfter
him with n poker. Nat came next, and
then Mrs. Foster and .fnne, who snid
they were hot nt nil frightened, in
deed. At the bottom of the steps, just
peeping into the cellar, stood Madge.
They knelt near the door of the
deserted cellar, and, sure enough,
there were tracks nnd trucks that
looked ns if the person who mnde
them had walked straight through the
dusty old door. Father Foster walked
tip nnd took hold of the great iron
handle, while Charlie, very pule and
quiet, poised his poker.reaily to strike
if occasion might demand. rather
Foster pushed tin the door mid it
easily swung open ou its creaky
hinges.
At first thev could not see anything
owing to the glare of light from the
lamp ami the darkness within, but
Father Foster pushed his wav through
the door.
"There they are !" shouted Charlie,
suddenly.
Hure enough, there were Grand
mother Maxwell's spoons, six of them,
tied as usual with the faded tnpe mid
lying 011 a pile of other things, includ
ing Charlie's best cont. .lime's butter
bowl, the last volume if "Uncle Tom's
Cabin " and n dozen or more of other
things which were recognized us hav
ing beeu taken from the house.
Tho old well yawned nt their feet.
Father Foster peeped down into it,
mid could see nothing. The place was
lull of cobwebs, nml there wns hardly
room for anyone to hide, if inu.ed
any one would have selected such a
dark, damp, spooky place. Just inside
the door Fnther Foster thought ho
saw some footsteps, but neither he nor
Charlie felt quite sure nbout it. By
this time .Mis. J-outer, Jane and Madge
had come up, and they all examined
the place carefully.
" How iu the world did they coine
here ?" asked Mrs. Foster.
"That's just the question," snid
Xnt. " I don't see thnt the mystery
isn't os grcnt ns ever."
They discussed the wonder nil the
evening, and finally Charlie and Nat
agreed to sit up mid watch, taking
their places in the cellar, where they
could see the stairs nnd the doorway
of the old well place. Nat was a little
nervous nbout it, but Fnther Foster
snid he would be ready in the room
above to respond to the slightest
alarm. That night the watch begun.
Charlie aud Nat sat close together,
with only the light of a dim candle,
from which they were shaded. For
several hours they waited, and every
thing was quiet. Nat fancied, how
ever, thut he heard all sorts of strange
sounds, and he would have given any
thing to.be allowed to go upstairs to
tied. Even Charlio felt a little fright
ened, but he would not have admitted
it to Nut for anything.
Home time after iuignight,'' the boys
never knew just w hat time it wos.they
heurd a faint sound as of stealthy
steps at the cellar stairs. Nat's teeth
begun to chntter aud Charlie crouched
with his hands clinched.
"Keep quiet," he suid, fearing that
Nat would shout.
The sound of steps continued.
"Home one's coming downstairs,"
stammered Nut.
The words wero hardly out of his
mouth when they snw something w hite
gliding along the passageway toward
the old door. The light was much
too dim for them to see distinctly, but
they were conscious the person or ob
ject, whatever it was, made very little
noise and that it was all white. The
door opened and the figure bent for a
moment inside, then turned and came
out. If the boys had not heard the
faint creak of the rusty hinges they
might have conviucod themselves that
they were dreaming.
1 The figure glided slowly back. Just
before it reached the stairway Nut,
whose back was creepy with fright,
gave one terrific, shout. They saw the
figure half turned in their direction,
shriek wildly und full iu a white heap
on the cel'ar floor. They were both
too much terrified to move aud they
sat there, trembling, and listened to
their father's feet hurriedly tramping
over the floor uliove them. Then they
saw the light of the lump- and their
father coming downstairs. As he
reuehed the white object 011 the floor
he stooped over suddenly :
" Whv.Madge," whnt are you doing
here V"
At thnt tho boys dashed forward,
each trjing to tell his story iu a single
hreuth.'-' There was Madge - iu her
night-gown, lying ou tho loose boards
of the cellar floor and fainted quite
away. Iu the old well place they
found Mrs. Foster's feather boa.
And that solved the mystery of
Grandmother Maxwell's spoons. The
doctor snid thnt Madge wns studying
too hard ill school mid that girls who
walked in their sleep and hnd so many
bad dreams must hnve a rest. Chicago
ltecord.
SLY REYNARD.
Stories of the ('mining of Faxes When
fiirsiirtt hy Men nml llminil.
In hunting nnmils there nre to be
found many amusing tales of the fox,
w hose short life usually ends in the
glory of the chase. Houthey tells of
a tame fox brought up from babyhood
to run in a kitchen wheel as a turnspit.
One day ho ran away, but unfortun
ately it wus in hunting season nnd he
was tracked by the dogs. He led tho
pack mid the horsemen a chase of
thirty miles, taking them twice
through the same stream nfter making
a long detour and finally mnde his way
back with the hounds nfter him in full
cry, dashed into the kitchen nnd into
his wheel, where he resumed opera
tions unconcernedly, the cook keeping
ofTthe dogs till the huntsmen came up
and learned the kind of game they had
been chasing.
Hunted foxes often hide in curious
places. One day an English master
of the hunt returned home after a long
and exciting chase, the game having
suddenly disappeared near his home.
Wet and cross lie went to his room to
dress and discovered mysterious
lutnpitiess tinder the bed cover that he
could not account for. Turning down
the sprend he found the fox, which
hnd hidden there. It was finally
ejected from the house.
Foxes hnve a habit of dashing into
some humble cottager's home and
creating havoc ninid the furniture nnd
dishes before the dogs enter and finish
them on the spot. Once a fox ran down
tho chimney, flying into the lap of the
horrified old woman, who sat before
the fire. There are instances of foxes
hiding in linkers' ovens.
Once a farmer had a pig which he
was fattening for market. The animal
had reached the point of perfection
where his eves would scarcely ojieli
and he could not walk for his weight,
and he wns startled one day by the
patter of feet ou his bnck and there
was a fox ut his side. In an instant
the patter was intensified forty-fold
mid the dogs tore iu after the fox.
The shock was too much for the
porker, w Inch died of apoplexy nnd the
limit had to recompense the farmer.
Foxes often double cleverly on their
trails. One fox led the hounds over a
clipped hedge mid waited on the other
side till the dogs had passed him, then
jumped up on the hedge nnd leisurely
trotted away on top of it, escaping
detection save by a foot-passenger,
w ho, of course, could not stop him.
Another clever fox made straight for a
river with a rocky bank and on the
edjje made his way down under the
rock to a very narrow foothold where
he lay mid enjoyed a tine view of his
pursuers, who ;ayj a fine exhibition
of diving. From the opposite side
tho pursuers saw Keynnrd. trot com
fortably tiff home, safe. Another fox
made for the edge of a quarry where
there was an overhanging tree in which
he disappeared, but the dogs, unable
to control their speed, (lushed over
the ledge nnd were killed.
"Foxes have holes and the birds of
the air have nests," is well known but
it is not so well kuown that a fox once
sought refuge in a bird's nest. In
1887, in Cheviot, when the Border
puck was running down a fox it ran
into a rocky glen with no outlet nnd
an easy kill was expected. The
hounds were found, however, sitting
in astonishment watching a rocky cliff
opposite and on the face of this cliff
was a raven s nest, in which the fox
lay tangled, having reached its pre
carious resting place by a narrow
ledge scarcely big enough for a cat.
In an old sporting magazine, dating
from the '40's, is recorded a wonder
ful run of a stanch pack with a grand
fox and followed by the keenest sports
men. Away they went, here and
there, straight, zigzag, double and
circumbendibus all are tried ; every
imaginable hiding-place is made for,
onlv to be immediately abandoned ;
every tactic that lleynard's sagacity
and cunning can suggest is brought
into execution, but without avail, till
nfter a record of three hours and
twenty minutes, utterly dead beut.the
gallunt lteynard sinks down on an
open place and when the huntsmen
reach the spot, wearily, leading their
tired-out horses, they find the hounds
lying around their prey iu such an ex
hausted condition as to be utterly
unable to worry him.
The ll'irse Versus tho lllcyele.
The feat of a Baltimore bicycler, who
rode 170 miles iu twelve hours and ill 4
miles in twenty-four hours, seems to
show that the new motor is superior
to the horse in more ways than one.
It is not only insensible to fatigue,
but it is superior iu ' point of both
speed and endurance. Probably the
best record ever made by a horse was
that of the animal ridfden by Count
Htuhrenberg in October, 1882, which
covered the distance from Vienna to
Berlin, four hundred miles, in seventy.
one hours thirty-four minutes. This
wus fur inferior to the 311 miles made
by human muscle, with the aid of the
wheel, iu twenty-tour houra. The
horse can go where the bicycle cunnot,
but, given good roads, he stands 110
chance with it iu a race ugaiust
either time or distance. Philadelphia,
Ledger.
What lie Thought About It.
The Wife I think we ought to have
daughter's voice cultivated, John, if it
doesn t cost too much.
The HuHbaud It ciui't cost too
' much my dear, if it i t. I improve it
any. i'uvK,
IN 0KKATKU NEW Y0KK.
WHAT FASHIONABLE WOMEN ARE
WEARING IN THE METROPOLIS.
lliiiiilmiiiix Costume fur Traveling I'lir
posr -Nome New downs Mmtft of Novel
iilrlc-rnrliir r'sil IIhs Strang- flrtn
I'pon Many ftnelety llntnes nml ltntnnels.
(H peel til KcSf York fashion better.)
Like a vast kaleidoscope the city's
pageant of fnds nnd fancies passes on
into tho pnst, mid w ith the coming of
summer the young woman's fancy
lightly turns to the sen, mountains
and country, nnd blinds are drawn
mid the town house begins to assume
the vacant stnre of avoiding taxes.
And "whnt my neighbor does, so
must do I."
The nenr wedding of Miss Helen
Carroll mid Mr. Bobbins, in 1'nris,
gnve me nn opportunity to see some
friends off on the Ht. Louis Inst week.
My friend, who is herself a joyous
bride, was waiting forme in her state
room, and, ns she fluttered in and out
among the ninny flowers placed in
every available cranny, she looked the
well dressed woman to perfection in
her fetching trnveling gown of tan
covert cloth. The bodice, buttoned
straight up to the throat, was braided
a la milituire. A large hlnck hat, plume
trimmed, and white gloves finished the
cost nine.
While we were chatting, Mr. and
Mrs. ltoynl l'helps Carroll passed the
door 011 their way up to the promen
ade deck.
I noted Mrs. Carroll, always ele
gant, in a gown of purple and green
changeable twill goods. The natty
jacket wns braided across the fronts
in black and could be worn either
open or closed. As there wns a chill
in the air, the jacket was closed, dis
playing only a collarette, with which
a green ascot scarf was worn. Her
lint was a dark green toque,
I saw Mrs. Bobbins as I was nbout
to leave the steamer; she wns bidding
ndieu to a tall woman of queenly bear
ing, who wns gowned in a light brown
THAVEMNO OOWN OF TUItPLE
TWILLED CLOTH.
canvas cloth which fitted her superb
ly. The skirt wns quite narrow and
the coat severely plain, opening to the
waist line. A full of ecru silk mull
aud lace was worn in front, and the
whole effect was exceedingly chic. The
new clinging skirt is a positive de
light after the voluminous draperies
we have found so tiresome.
Fencing aud tho theatre hat not the
greatest agitation at present The
former Um really quite 1 grip upon
society. Iubteud of ruuuiiig Uie gamut
Vf oooooooooVirj(4'"0 00 000000 otfooooooo t
A COWS 07 NEW DLl'E DIAGONAL,
of afternoon tens, receptions and tho
like, my lndy dons a gown shuilnr to
a bicycle suit, and beguiles away a
couple of hours. Mrs. ltbinelnnder
Jones, Mrs. W. E. 1). Htokes and the
daughters of Henry Hnvemeyer nre
grent devotees of the sport. The)
French school Is followed in .prefer
ence to the Italian the latter, to iny
idea, being the better of the two.
A sniBE's "ooijm away" nnEsa.
I saw Mrs. T. Onkley F.hinelander
last Wednesday after the matinee.and
right well she looked in her gown of
diagonal of new blue. .The coat was
fastened at the waist line and was or
namented with broad white lapels; a
collar of blue which formed long
points fell over the lapels in front.
She wore a small hat and pearl gloves.
Her hair was dressed in the ruling
mode to form a soft puff all around
COSTUME OF MO.MT BllOWS CANVAS
CLOTH.
the head. The shell circling side
combs held the hair in place, and she
mnile as sweet a picture as could he
imagined.
The costumes illustrated herewith
were designed by The National Cloak
Co. of New York'.
Calais' Litre Industry.
According to a recent report from
Charles W. Hhepard, United States
consul at Calais, France, there are nt
the present time about 1850 lace ma
chines which, with the factories aftd
other accessories, represent a capitis
of over 85,5(M,0im. Between till!) ami
700 of these machines are engaged in
the muking of cotton luce, the remain
ing 1100 being adapted to the manu
facture of tine silk goods. There nre
about :l")0 manufacturers, und apart
from the 1000 hands working ou the
looms muking silk luce and 000 on
those mailing cotton luce, employment
is given to many thousands in the va
rious processes of w inding, dressing,
dyeing, cutting, mending, curding,
pocking, and repairing of machines.
The average yearly production of
lace in Calais is estimated ut $1:2,0(10,
000, of which one-hulf is silk and one
half cotton. It is suid thut the fur
nishing of samples to the buyers of
the world entails an annual expense
ou some of the largest manufacturers
of $'25,000. The proportion of Calais'
yearly product shipped to the United
Htutes is estimated at two-fifths to
three-tilths, Dry Goods Ecouomist.
Itrliiiclna' It Home to Him.
"Hulf the world," sagely observed
Mr. Billus, "never knows w hat tho
other half is doing."
"That's generally true," retorted
Mrs, Billus, eying him sharply, "as to
tho better hulf." Chicago Ttimiue.
!lriikhif It IJrntlv
He Hid your fat bur speuk very
highly of me?
She 7wli J &i tlio tuy of hit
voice.