MY LOVE.
Not no all other women are
Is she that to my eoul is dear;
Her glorious fancies couie from far,
Beneath the silver eveuimf-atar
And yet her heart iswer near.
Great feelings hatli s'i* of her own,
Which lesser sou/s may never know;
God giveth them to her alone.
And sweet they are us any tone
Wherewith the wind may choose to blow.
Yet in herself she dwelleth not.
A1 hough no home were half so fair:
No simplest duty is forgot;
Lite bath no dim and lowly spot
That doth not in her sunshine share.
She dceth little kindnesses,
Which moßt leave undone or despise;
For naught that sets one heart at ease,
And giveth happiness or peace,
Is low-eßteemed in her eyes.
She hath no scorn of common things,
And though she seem of other birth,
Round us her heart entwines and clings,
And patiently she foldß her wings
To tread the humble paths of earth.
Blessing she is: God made lier so,
And deeds of week-day holiness
Fell from her noiseless as the snow;
Nor hath she ever chanced to know
That aught were easier than to bless.
She is most fair, and thereunto
Her life doth rightly harmonize;
Feeling or thought that was not true
Ne'er made le<s beautiful the blue
Unclouded heaven of her eyes.
She is a woman—one in whom
The spring time of her childish years
Hath never lost its fresh perfume,
Though knowing well that life hath room
For many bliirhts and many tears.
1 love her with a love as still
As a broad river's peucoful might,
Which, by high tower and lowly mill,
Goes wandering at its own free will,
And yet doth ever flow aright.
And on its full, deep breast serene, j
Like quiet isles my duties lie; (
It flows around them and between,
And makes them fresh and fair and green, ,
Sweet homes wherein to live and die.
—[James Russell Lowell.
THE LITTLE THIEF.
IIY MARY KYLE DALLAS.
It was tea-time. Mr. Matthews, the
proprietor of the stuffy little Eighth
Avenue dry-goods store, where Nod
Brandreth was serving his apprentice
ship to the business, had gone to tea with
his family, and Ned was in sole charge.
At this hour there was little chance of
customers. People were for the most
part hurrying home to ineals, or getting
them ready if they were women. The
unfashionable thoroughfare was not yet
lighted, but the shadows lay heavily be
low the tall tenement houses, and the.
sky, of a dull gray, gave warning of an
approaching storm.
To the country boy it was a very
dreary scene. Leaning over the coun
ter, his eyes fixed upon the moist and
greasy-looking sidewalk, he saw in im
agination the old homestead standing
"amidst rows of wheat and corn," the
little garden about its door. The table
was set for tea. There was his mother—
his father opposite her. There were the
boys, Bill and Ben, and Fanny, his little
sister, with her blue eyes and flaxen
hair, and her grandmother's gold beads
about her nock. All were together. Did
they think of him so far away? He
could see his vacant place, his chair set
back, his plato put away. The boy
could huve wept.
How ho longed to return to them !
But, alas! the form would not support
thein all. Bill was to be a doctor; Ben
would help his father; ho had his task.
41 It had to be," he said; und, just as
he spoke, ho thought for a moment that
ho saw Fanny before him—flaxen curls,
fair forehead, blue eyes. Was it a vision?
No. The next instant he understood that
whut he looked at was a living child, with
the same pure tints of skin and hair. A
pretty creature,quite as pretty as Fanny,
but not clean and tidy as she always
was—a girl in the ragged frock of a
grown person, cut short in the skirt and
loft unhemmed, with bare feet soiled
with the mud of the streets, and no trace
of motherly care about her, crouched
close to the wall behind a form on which
a ready-made suit was displayed upon
the sidewalk. She was tugging sortly
und cleverly at a gaudy shawl that was
exhibited on the shoulders of another
dummy, and, as he looked, had it down
and rolled into a bundle beneath lier 1
wretched shawl. Now she came creeping
from her hiding-place, and in a moment
more would have gone pattering up the
street on those bare feet of hers, but a .
hand came down upon her shoulder, and j
the shawl was removed from its hiding
placo.
" You wicked little thief!" said Ned — I
for lie it was who had cuught the child— |
"come here!"
lie led her through the store, which '
was a small one, to the little portion
screened off at the end, and, sitting down
on a box, looked ut her.
" I suppose I ought to call a police
man, ' said he. "What did you try to
steal that shawl for? Don't you know
that they put people in prison for steal
ing things?"
" Yes, sir," sobbed the girl. " Jimmy I
got put in prison last week for hooking j
a shovel."
"Why don't you take warning then?"
Ned said.
"I didn't see none," sobbed the child j
"I only saw the shawl. If none of us
don't bring iiothin' borne, she hits us. i
I'm all black on my back, bein' hit. I
knowed she'd like a shawl, and when she
likes what you bring home you get
sausage."
"Poor little soul!" sighed Ned.
"What's your name?"
"Mag," said the child.
"And is 'she' your mother?" asked the
boy.
"No," sobbed the little creature.
"Them's that's got mothers has good
times. She keeps us out of charity.
Her nr.me is Old Sally. She is mostly
drunk and can't work, and we hooks and
begs what we can."
How like pretty Fanny's blue eves
were those turned up toward Ned! How
unlike tlio fate and condition of this
child!
"Well, .Mag, I've got a little sister
home," said Ned. "She's about your
age, and I can't help feeling sorry for
you. I ought to tell Mr. Matthews, and
make a charge against you; but 1 haven't
the heart. Look here; wouldn't you
like to live a nice life out in the country,
and not have to steal and bog?"
"Wouldn't I—just!" cried the child.
"Very well," said Ned. "I'm going to
write a note to a good man—a minister.
Every year he sends poor orphans to the
country. You really are an orphan—
have no father or mother?"
"Yes. sir. I never had none of either,"
sighed Mag, in tones that convinced the
youth of her sincerity.
In a few moments Nod had written u
little note upon a pud of paper that lay
at hand, folded it, und given it to the
child.
"You know the place where the people
ineet to pray every night?" he asked.
"Yes," replied Mag. "I listens at
the doors sometimes. I likes the
singin'."
"Go in to-night, if you can," said
Ned, "and ask to speuk to Mr. Smith.
Give him that note. The woman who
beats you must not see it, remember."
Mag nodded wisely.
"If you cannot get to the meeting to- i
night, go to-morrow," said Ned. "There s !
a ten-cent piece for you, so you'll be
sure of your supper. And, Mug, if Mr.
Smith sends you to a nice place, be
good. Don't steal or lie, or do anything
wicked, and say your little prayers every
night, and grow up a good girl."
"Yes, sir, I'll try," said Mag. Then
all of a sudden she began to sob violently.
"Nobody never talked so good to me
before!" she suid. "I'll remember
always—"
Ne d heard the feet of his employer on
the stairs, und led Mug to the door, put
her gently forth, and draped the shawl ,
over the shoulders of the dummy, which ,
was presently rolled in and put away
for the night with the other objects
which had been set forth to attract cus
tom.
As it happened, Ned did not see good ,
Mr. Smith again. The prayer-meetings
soon came to a close, and he never ]
knew whether Mag carried the note to
the minister or not. It was possible ,
that she was a little hypocrite who
grinned at the good advice he had given 1
her, and went thieving again next day.
However, he was glad, for Funny's sake,
that he had been as kind to her as possi
ble. At all events, he never saw her
again, and it was not long before he left
the store and sought his fortune in Cali
fornia.
There he succeded beyond his expec
tations, und one day returned home a
rich man, and did all those pleusuut ,
things that a filial and prosperous son "
does for the old folks, beginning by pay- 1
ing oft' the mortgage on the homestead,
of course. He could scarcely believe
that he had been away so long. Nothing
seemed much changed—his parents
scarcely older. Bill and Ben were ma
ture, but really improved. Only Funny
astonished hiin. Fanny was a young
lady—tall, slender, shapely. Her flaxen
hair was a rich blonde, her eyes bluer
and brighter than ever, if possible. And
Fanny—little Fanny—was engaged to be
murried. Ned could not believe that.
She was as fond of him as ever, though,
and prouder; and before three days had
gone over their heads she had set herself
to match-making on his account.
"Of course, you know we want you to
stay here, Ned," she said, "and to marry
some one who likes the country. Now I
have a plan. You must fall in love with
my Jack's sister. She is very pretty,
and as good as an angel, and so bright,
and a perfect lady; and she just worships
the country. And you can build a house
between ours and her father's; and .Jack
and 1 will have one opposite, and that
will be so delightful. You do not know
how nice she is, Ned, but you will meet
her on Thursday. She is away on a visit
now, but is coining home to-morrow. |
Thursday she will come here to tea. You
must muke love to her at once. Propose
as soon as possible, and have the nicest
wife in the world. Oh, 1 am sure she
win be!"
Ned laughed. Like most men, he
doubted women's judgment of each
other. Besides, he had not yet resolved
to marry. If he should fall in love, it
would bo a different thing; but that
seemed unlikely. He had met many
pretty women, and was yet heart-whole.
It seemed scarcely likely that Jack's sis
ter —nice little country girl as she doubt
less was—would make uny unusual im
pression upon him.
However, he did not say this —only,
"You know, she may not like me, Fanny."
But of tliut Fanny assured him there
could be no doubt.
She was in a high state of delight when,
on 5 o'clock on Thursday, Juck appeared
with his sister on his arm, und she was
able to say at last;
"Brother Ned, this is my dearest
friend, Marguerite. Marguerite, this is
the brother you have not yet met. I
know you will be friends."
Friends ! From the moment Ned's eyes
met those lovelv ones belonging to Juck's
sister he was lost. He had never be
lieved in love at first sight, but it cume
to him like a Hash of lightning. He de
voted himself to Marguerite all day, and
would walk home with her at night, and
then Fanny said that she would go also,
and kept Jack at a pleasant distance—
sociably near, but so that every word
need not he heard; and Marguerite was
the sweetest thing, Ned thought, as her
. little hand rested on his arm.
i Going home again with Fanny, she
: teased him to confess that lie already j
j adored her friend, and told hiin that. .
| while putting on her bonnet, she had said
I that he was " ever so nice." But Ned
j was too much in love to feel sure of suo
. cess, and for some time was rather an
uneasy soul, Imping and fearing—his
courage high in the morning and low at
night, until one day he took heart of
grace and actually popped the question.
What he said he hardly knew. It was
in the orchard. They sat on a rustic
bench under an old pear tree, and he laid
talked for some time, when Marguerite
i gave a little cry, and said:
| "Mr. Brandreth, I beg you to say no'
jno more just yet. I have something to
; tell you that may make you feel dif
j ferently. 1 should huve told you before,
j but I—l put it off. You do not know
| who 1 am. Jack's sister, Mr. Kawdon's
i daughter, you believe me; but 1 ain only
an adopted child, a little orphan whom
they reared lovingly,but still not theirs."
" All the more mine, then, if you will
have it sol" cried Nod.
" A moment more," cried Mar
guerite. •• I must tell you. Mr. Bran
dreth, do you remember a wicked little
girl—iin unkempt, barefoot child—who
years ago stole a shawl from Mr. Mat
thews' shop-door one night in New York?
Do you remember how kind you were to
her, and gave her good advice and a
letter to Pastor Smith? I see you do.
Her name was Mag. Oh, Mr. Brandreth, '
I am that miserable little thing that
t poor little thief! 1 urn, indeed! And I
remember you so well. Such a boy, then!
1 " You little Mag—you?" Ned cried.
"I," said Marguerite. "I took the
note to Mr. Smith. Ho sent mo to a
' sort of an orphanage in the country .where
they taught me to read and distinguish
I right from wrong. One day dear Mrs.
ltawdon came here. She hall lost a little
i daughter, and God put it into her heart
, to adopt me. She had me christened
Marguerite. I remember I was so proud
of the pretty name, .and since then 1 have
> been very happy. Soon I found out that
: you were Fanny's brother,for I hud asked
' i for your note to remember you by, and
keep it still. I have not told Fanny, but
I could not deceive you. Perhaps you
could not say what you have said just
now to one you knew to huve been u
little thief."
She paused, tears in her blue eyes, and
Ned sat looking at her earnestly.
" A little thief!" he cried. " Why, so
you are—a little thief that bus stolen my
very heart away. But kiss uie, Mag, und
keep it."
And so Marguerite and Edward were
married on the same day that saw Fanny
and John inade oiie,andnooue knows why
Ned's pet name for his wife is such an
odd one—" Little Thief."—[Fashion
Bazar.
A TOUGH CUSTOMER.
| A Character Sketch from the Back
woods of Eastern Kentucky.
A young Methodist minister, lately
equipped tor business in his line, took a
trip on horse-back through Eastern Ken
tucky in search of a place from which ho
could distribute spirituul food to the
best advantage, when he encountered an
old fellow in u field near the road digging
potatoes.
"Good morning, old gentleman," spoke
the young minister with a pious smile. •
"It's not sich u very good morn in',"
was the reply, "hut I guess it'll do ter
say how dy."
"Where do you live, old gentleman?"
"Don't yer see me?"
"Yes."
"Well, I'm livin' at preseut where ye
teo me standin'."
"How fur is it to the nearest church
house?"
"Donno—never measured it from
whar you're standin'?"
"Arc there a good many church mem
bers in this neighborhood now?"
"Donno."
"Why don't you?"
"Cause thur is a big-to-do at Gaines
ville to-duy. au the people, may mostly
bo thur. I uin't been over the neigh
borhood this inornin' in search uv church
foksos."
"Who are your local preachers here?"
"Thar ain't no preuehers hur 'thout
you're one."
" I mean, who is preaching at the Mt.
Vernon church at present ? "
"No one's preuchin' tluir at present
that 1 know of. Never heard of no
'pointinents for terday."
" Do you belong to the church? "
" Noap. I don't belong ter nutliin'
'thout it's my 010 woman."
" You've got a wife? "
41 1 had one when I left homo this
morn in', but she may have slipped oft* by
this time."
"Do you over study about your im
mortal destiny ? "
" My what ? "
" Do you ever reflect on that part of
you that will live forever? "
" llurdly ever. It's this ere part right
hur (patting his stomach) tliut bothers me
awful ter see after."
" Would you join me in helping build
up a church here ? "
" Noap. I've got a cow-shed an' a
hog-pen ter build purty soon. I'll toll
1 you though, stranger, what I'd be mighty
glad ter join ye in."
" What's that ? " eagerly returned the
preacher.
" I'd join ye in takin' a snort of good
red liquor if yo've got any left in them
ur saddle-bags."
" Good-day, Sir," was the indignant re
joinder.
" It's a toler'ble like good day!"—
[The Epoch.
The Boy King of Servia.
Servia is a new Kuropeuu monarchy.
It was for many years one of the small
principalities situated on the lower Dan
ube, and bounded by Turkey, Austria,
and Russia. Its security was constantly
in peril through quarrels with its neigh
bors because of the rival ambitions of
those powers. Finally, in 1882, it was
made an independent kingdom, each of
the nations who were eager to absorb it
consenting to its independence with the
view of preventing the territory from fall
ing into the hands of the others. The
family of Obrenovich had long been
Princes of Servia, and its head became
the first king, under the title of Milan J.
He had married Natalie, the daughter of
a Russian colonel named de Kechko, and
to them thero was born on August 14,
1870, their only child, a son named Al
exander.
King Milan and his wife did not live
happily together; and Queen Natalio
lias been accused by many of the folly
of letting her Russian patriotism out
weigh her prudence, and of lending hor
self to plots and intrigues which aimed
at bringing Servia in greater or less de
gree under the control of her own coun
try. The result was a long and bitter
quarrel, of which the end was their sep
aration and the expulsion of Queen
Natalie from Servia. King Milan I.
finally abdicated his throne, and his soil
became King of Servia on March 17,
I 1880, under the title of Alexander 1.,
I while still in his thirteenth year. The
actual government is in the hands of a '
"Council of Regency," composed of
three of the most experienced statesmen
and soldiers of the country; and Alex
ander is yet in care of his tutors, and he
rarely sees either of his parents, neither
of whom lives in Belgrade, the capital.
His real authority is as yet but slight.
He is an attractive youth, speaks French
and German, as well as the Servian diu
loct, and is reported to be intelligent,
well-disposed, and manly. His reign
j lias thus far been peaceful and prosper
ous, for the men who govern in his numu |
have shown themselves to be both saga
cious und patriotic.—[St. Nicholas.
Boiling Embezzlers.
A letter from Teheran states that the
Shah lias condemned Abdulah Kulah,
Governor of Modzenor, to be boiled alive.
The unhappy Abdulah has been sub
tracting various sums of taxes that
should rightfully have found their way
into the Royal Treasury. The truth, it
is alleged, is that Abdulah had not em
bezzled any more than he was in the
habit of doing, but that owing to poor
harvests and the poverty of the peas
antry lie did not keep the usual amount
for the Shall. This greutly enraged the
monarch, who is much in the need of
money, and lie caused Abdulah to be
seized and brought to trial before the
Council of State, which unanimously
found him guilty of embezzlement and
found him worthy of death, leaving the
i sentence to be passed by the Shall. The
. latter, with a view of striking terror into
■ other thieving Governors, ordered that
i Abdulah should bo boiled alive, but
graciously decreed also that the water
• should be boiling hot at the time of the
t fatal dip, so as to finish him as quickly
I as possible. The sentence is said to have
I been carried out. The punishment of
a boiling ulive has been inflicted in Persia
t before, und the Persians claim that under
I the above conditions life is destroyed
il ! immediately and there is no suffering.
THE JOKER'S BUDGET.
Cause for Anxiety—A Leading Ques
tion- He Regretted It —Both deed
ed, Ac.
CAUSE FOR ANXIETY.
Visitor —What u great head of hair
Johnnv has !
Johnny's Father (with some uneasi
ness) —Yes, and we can't get him to take
any care of it. It worries me a good
deal. lam afraid the boy is going to
either an Anarchist or u poet. —[Chicago
Tribune.
A LEADING QUESTION.
Quester —Hello, old boy ! You look
rather the worse for wear. What have
you been doing with yourself?
Jester —Been oft* ou a little piscatorial
toot, that's all.
Quester —Yes, but what did you fall in
with ?
Jester—What did I fall in with ? Why,
I fell in with all my clothes on. [Boston
Courier.
HE REGRETTED IT.
Benedict—Hello, Singleton ; I haven't
met you for ten years—since I married
my wife, in fuct. By the way, that was
rather mean of me, cutting you out when
you were engaged to her.
Singleton—Oh, that's all right. 1 don't
regret it, old man !
Benedict—But I do ! —[Boston News.
BOTH NEEDED.
Fair Querist Husband, dear, are
there two "I's" in business?
Wideawake Husband —Certainly there
are, my love. A man who goes into busi
ness with one eye is going to be badly
left.—[Pittsburg Bulletin.
MKT HIM AT THE DOOR.
Fred—Hid you find the old gentleman
out when you called to see his daughter?
Hurry—No, it was myself I found out.
POLITE.
Starboarder A very polite sneak
thief came into our house the other
night.
Flat man—Polite ?
Starboarder—Yes. He lifted all the
huts he found in the hallway.
TREATING AND RETREATING.
14 Your cheeks should mantle with the
blushes of shume when you think of your
retreat, General."
44 Madame," said the Aide, 44 the Gen
eral's nose is the feature that shows the
effects of the re-treat."—[Truth.
SURE TO FIT.
44 fill, show me an engagement ring,"
Unto the clerk he cried,
M id unto her a pledge I'll bring,
Who is to bo my bride."
What size," the clerk inquired, 44 wi1l
do ? "
44 1 do not know," wailed he,
• Just what the measurement of Su-
San Jenkins' liund may be."
[ 44 Do not despair, but take this bund
r 1 find upon the shelf ;
I'm sure 'twill fit fair Susan's hand;
I used it once myself."
—[Washington Star.
IT HAS THAT EFFECT.
44 Why do you suppose Miss Popular
is so giddy ? "
44 She goes around so much."—[Truth.
ODDS.
When I see Wealth and Cupid
Run a bitter race,
I'll bet on Cupid 10 to 1—
For second place.
—[Truth.
ONLY RIGHT.
44 I love her, but I cannot marry her !
Not because her father was my father's
steward—but she is wealthy and I am
not."
44 But my dear fellow, by marrying her
you only get back what her father stole
from yours."
44 ' Unit's so. Guess I'll try it after
all."—[The Epoch.
JUST THE REVERSE.
44 Ah ! " said a friend to a bank cashier,
whom he met hurrying to catch u truiu,
44 going off for a rest ? "
44 No ; to avoid arrest."
BOTH DEAD.
Visitor—Tommy, what are you going
k> be when you grow up?
Tommy (aged 10) —A soldier.
Visitor—But you will be in danger of
getting killed.
Tommy—Who'll kill me?
Visitor —Why the enemy.
Tommy—Then I'll be the enemy.
A POINT IN HIS FAVOR.
Ethel—l don't think I will ever care
anything for him.
Clarissa—You don't?
Ethel—No; he has never paid me a
compliment.
Clarissa—He is all the more entitled to
your respect. That shows that he is
truthful and conscientious.
IN A HURRY.
He (anxiously)— What did your
father say?
She (sweetly)— Nothing, except that
he would look you up and see if you had
enough to support a wife.
lie—Um —my dear, hadn't we better
elope to-night? —[New York Weekly.
AN ORIGINAL BYBTKM.
"Fledgling is making himself quite
popular as an amateur phrenologist."
"Indeed! I thought phrenology rather
a difficult thing to master."
"Not under Fledgling's system."
"What is his system?"
"Why, you see, he studies the char
acters of his acquaintances first and then
tells them what kind of heads they have."
—[New York Press.
FOR THE RAKE OF QUIET.
"My daughter admired both law und
music, so I had her study law."
44 What impelled you to that choice?"
4, 1 think practicing law is quieter than
practicing piano-playing." —[Truth.
HARDER TO KEEP THAN A SECRET.
4, 1 keep an umbrella at the office and
one at the house always," said Pompers,
"and am never tukeu ut disadvantage by
u shower."
44 You are luckier than I am then," said
Sophty. 44 1 nover can keep one any
where."
A TERRIFYING SUBJECT.
Blinks—l saw a man turn pale and
tremhlo to-day at the mention of the
. American Navy.
Klinks—Eh! Was ho a foreigner?
I Blinks—No; he belongs to the marines
und he can't swim.—[Good News,
J SHOOK IT.
Doctor—Did you shuke the medicine
before taking?
Patient—Certainly. It was too late to
give it the shako uftcr taking.
A REASONABLE SUGGESTION.
4 'l wonder where that storm is that old
Cupt. Hedges bus been prophesying for
so long?"
"It's probably been postponed on ac
count of the weuther."
BOARDING-HOUSE PLEASANTRIES.
44 Bread is the staff of life," observed
Mrs. Hashom.
4 4 Yes," remarked the new boarder, as
he wrestled with a home-made slice,
"and 1 think this might be used effec
tively for a club."—[American Grocer.
NOT DISCONCERTED.
Secretary—The people have tumbled
to our SIOO for S4O benefit society, and
won't tuke any more shares.
President-—We'll soon fix that. Prom
ise them S2OO for s4o.—[Good News.
A DEFINITE DATE.
"So you're live years old, Nellie!
Well, when will you be six?"
"On my next birthday, sir!"
LOTS OF OFFERS.
Ethel—l have bad more than fifty
offers so fur this seuson.
Maud—For the lund's sake! Whc
from!
Ethel—From George.
CUT OUT.
Mr. He Cutter—Why this sudden coo t
ness, Cla 1 mean Miss Beauty? A
few days ago you allowed me to infer
that I had at last won your favor und
perhaps
Newport Belle—That will do, Mr. De
Cutter. A new yacht has arrived in the
harbor, and it is ten feet longer than
yours.—[Good News.
A NOBLE FELLOW.
"Whut sort of a fellow is Jorkius?"
44 Most considerate man in the world.
Why he even laughs at the circus clown's
jokes for fear of hurting his feelings by
keeping quiet.—[Epoch.
VERY PROBABLE.
Ethel—l think Mr. Dauber admires me.
Clarissa—l should't wonder, dear. He
told mo the other day that he had u great
admiration for art.
SHE KNEW BETTER.
Jimpson—People have been telling
I you, no doubt, I'm entirely too "fast."
Cora (yawning)— Yes; but I would
never believe them.—[New York Herald. '
BOUND TO RISE.
The phrenologist ran his hands rapidly
over the boy's head, reflected a moment,
and tried it ugain, but more slowly.
44 We11, professor," said the boy's
father, "what culling do you find him
best fitted for?"
44 Judging from his cruniul develop
ment." replied the phrenologist, break
ing it as gently as he could, 44 1 think he
would muke a good parachute jumper."
—[Chicago Tribune.
"WHO WOULDN'T?"
An American Girl's Adventure in
Mexico.
Baron Strauss said the American
women wero so popular in Mexico that
they interfered with the wheels of justice
in that republic.
44 The American women," ho said to a
reporter, 44 g0 about Mexico as they
would in this country, while the Mexican
women are caged up like birds. The
only way to make love to them is to
stand off some hundred yards and stare.
44 The pretty senorita sits in her open
window, and you can only look at her.
There is one chance in a hundred of
getting an opportunity to spcuk to one
while she is in church, but that is the
only chance.
"Last summer u New York merchant
and his beautiful daughter stopped for a
few dayß in the little town where I was
sojourning. The young lady was one of
the hundsomest that I have ever seen—
light hair, eyes like hits of heaven's
blue, classic form and all that was lovely.
44 Well, you con imagine what a stir
she created among the young Mcxicuns,
who are held so far away from the native
women. The son of a wealthy planter
used to stand for hours opposite the win
dow of this American girl. One day the
father went to the City of Mexico, leav
ing the duughter unattended for a few
hours. The young lady walked to the
hotel from the station and was followed
by the Mexican admirer. As she was
nearly home the young fellow rushed up
to her and implanting a kiss upon her
foreheud ran away for dear life. When
the father came home there was a little
excitement. He hud the young fellow
arrested and the next day he was brought
before the judge, who gravely asked
what the charge wus.
44 'Assaulting a woman,' spoke up the
New Yorker.
44 'What did the prisoner do?'
" 4 lle run up to my daughter on the
street and kissed her.'
" 'He kissed this lovely lady?' asked
the judge, as he carefully scrutinized the
fair American.
4 4 4 Yes, sir.'
44 ' Well, who wouldn't!' remarked the
judge as he left the court room. And
would you believe it, that was all the
satisfaction the New Yorker could get in
Mexico."—[Detroit Sun.
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A Gorman horticultural journal says
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cine is the use of cold groenhouses in
tropical countries us a means of combat
ing yellow fever. This disease, it states,
can be conquered if one removes to those
elevated regions in which oakH will grow.
This fact recently inspired a celebrated
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ing the temperuture of sick rooms by
urtiflciul meuns, and wonderful cures
resulted. Now it is proposed that, in
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shall ereet a great glass house in which
plants of cold und temperate regions may
be grown, the temperature being artific
ially cooled instead of heated, as in our
greenhouses, and that they shall be de
voted to the treatment of patients suffer
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The electric light is still nn expensive
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small cost. Where waterfulls are close
to any village, turbines can be turned by
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paratus. Triberg, in the Black Forest,
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