Life insurance is mor popular in
America than in any other country,
f Almost five-eighths of liie steamers
in the world are under the British
Hag-
An advocate of electrical cooking
claims that of every 100 tons of coal
used in a cooking stove ninety-six tons
go to waste.
The Atlanta Constitution figures
that Massachusetts produced 80,602
poems last year, New York, 40,827,
and the country at large, 2,888,954.
It appears that the detailing of
cers of the army as instructors in col
leges is growing in p< pu/arif; both
with the educational institutions and ,
with Congrc.**.
One hundred domestic servants are
killed annually in England in the pro- !
cess of window cleaning. An inven- 1
tion recently patented is a window of j
which tin outside may be cleaned
without exposing the cleaner to any
chance of a tumble.
j Dr. Bertillon, author of the French
system for tin- identification of crimi
nals, says that, as a matter of fact, it
is impossihie among 106,000 individu
als t< tind two persons with ears exactly |
alike, except in the case of twin !
brothers. This is one of the reasons j
why he was able to start a new era in
police science.
Hubert Moore, a Water Works Com
missioner of St. Louis, made some re
marks at the recent meeting of the
Engineers' Club of Kansas City, which
deserve more than passing attention
from the commercial men of New Or
leans. He said : 4J You ask nie to talk on 1
Missouri Biver navigation. It reminds
me very forcibly of the chapter on
snakes in Tie/and. There is no Mis
souri River navigation, and conse
quently I know you will excuse me
from expressing my views on the sub
ject." He added that the freight
traffic on the Southern railroads was
making river navigation even on the
Mississippi almost a lost art.
Tie polyglot character of the Aus
trian army was abundantly shown the
other day when the ancient custom of !
solemnly swearing in the recruits in i
the presence of the troops was re- '
vived, after having been discontinued
since 1868. In Vicuna alone the for
mula of oath to the colors had to be
administered and read out in nine
languages, to wit : German, Hun
garian, Croatian, Bohemian, Polish,
Butheuian, Houmauian, Servian and
Turkish, while the religious part of
the ceremony was conducted by Bo
mail Catholic, Greek Catholic and
Greek orthodox priests, Protestant
pastors, Hebrew rabbis and Mahome
tan uicuia.
In answer to a recent inquiry made
of the Secretary of the Interior by
the Commissioner of Education in re
gard to a division ot the fund to agri.
cultural colleges in the South, the
Secretary lias deeided that the division
of the fund as already or hereafter to
be made by the various State, legisla
tures shall be approved by the depart
ment, unless it is apparent that such
suggested division is grossly inequit
able and that in cases where the Stub
legislatures have not yet proposed an
equitable apportionment that the
basis of division now in force shall re
main till the legislative intent regard
ing the matter is made known. In the
case of South Carolina the net of Con
gress of July 26th, 1892, applies not
only to the spm due the State at the
time, but to all sums becoming dm
under the aM of August 30th, 1890.
A Washington letter says: Surpris
ing news has reached the bureau ol
ethnology respecting the recent disen
tombment of the conqueror, Pizarro,
jn Peru. 11 seems that the corpse ex
hibits certain abnormalities whi h are
extremely interesting from th.- point
of view of anthropologists. The skull
reveals nil the marks of the criminal
type, as recognized by science to-day
As shown by it the military hero, sc
worshiped and revered even now ii:
South America, was a murderous anc
bloodthirsty brute. The cranium ha;
even the so-called "fossa of Lorn
broso.' which modern criminologists
have never discovered except in con
firmed and habitual enemies of society.
The skull is abnormally broad. An
other anatomical peculiarity is the in
step, which is extraordinarily high.
The latter was a feature of his con
quering race. It recalls the warrior
indefatigable on the inarch, whether
on the desert tracts ot the coast, or in
the wilds of the Peruvian Cordilleras.
As to his age, reliable evidence it- to
the effect that Pizarro wa* a little
more l him seventy years old when he
flied,
IN SHADOW-LAND.
The pennon at liis prow to tloat
No breeze along the islet sweeps ;
But rouul and round the swaying boat
The indolent, slow eddy creeps.
J If yester eve or yester-year
Ho drifted 011 this Idle strand
Who knows? Time has no measure hero
111 Shadow-Land.
I'or one perpetual season flowers,
And knows no change of sun or moo#
I To murk the never-varying hours
1 From dawn to dusk, from night to noon ;
Nor song of bird, nor breath of rose.
I But still and far. on either hand,
I The Illy blows, the water /lows,
In Shadow-Laud.
Tint soft, urn- vising ripple ro-ks
Tic keel that with It seems to glide,
Ail f'> his droarnin ; fancy mo *ks
The motion of an onward tide.
Pi n shapes his half-shut eyelids 1111,
lie hears the wive wash on the sand,
Nor guesses that he lingers still
In Shadow-Land.
Awake, O d.'illier with a dream
I'lut only in thy fancy dwells 1
l\ili out into the open stream
! you 1 these poisoned honey-hells 1
I. t the strong win I asunder rift
The drowsy fragrance round thee fanned,
Or perish of its deadly drift
In .Shadow-Lan l!
w Kuto Putnam Osgood, in Independent.
DAYS DISCONTENT.
r.Y 8. A. WEISS.
1 don't know what's
come over Dan," j
said Mrs. Dawson, 1
"""N as she placed the
steaming coffee
f J pot ou the Sunday j
ftf breakfast-table. 1
"He was always
'i tlm brightest and
• x i ,ef dtcnipered of;
V f 5 " my children, and
now lie's that
downhearted and
lisconteiited that I skoercely know
I i'li- '!• h ain't seemed to take any in- 1
.crest in his work lately, and uow'stalk- J
ng about goiu' to sea, or 'listing in the I
rmy.
"1 don't know what we'd do without
Dnn'l," added the mother, with tears
II her eyes, "and Teddy wanting to
day a year longer at the 'Gademv \
school."
"If Dan wants to go, mother," said
Maria, a bright-looking girl of twenty,
4 why, let him go. He's got no cause
do be discontented, and I believe he
lon't know himself what he wants, j
Let him go, and my word for it, in six !
noiiths he'll be glad to get back and j
lave a fatted turkey killed for him, I
liucc wo don't raise calves."
And Maria laughed, As she went to !
iall Dan to breakfast.
Dau, meantime, was leaning over the !
front gate, gazing absently down the 1
road toward the village.
He looked listless and moody, and
"et lie was a young man in the prime 1
jf health, with a comfortable home and 1
tinil relations. He did not know why
ie should feel so restless and dissatis
| ied, and as he stood there, chewing a
; draw, lie turned round, facing the
1 louse, and, with his hands in his
lo.'kets, looked moodily about him. j
There stool the cosy, little brown
muse, with its deep vine-shaded porch ;
here was the well of delicious cool I
vuter, under the big elm tree, and the
•ow ot bee-hives by the garden fence, j
tud the little orchard in the rear.
A pleasant picture it made to the eye 1
• I the passers-by, and it had always |
I teemed pleasant to Dan until this 1111- I
iccountabh 111001 of discontent had '
•oiue over him, and made him restless !
j Hid unhappy.
H< t ri• Ito persuade himself that his
•resent life was not the right kind for ;
dm, and that he could do better out
u the world.
Il it wasn't for his mother being op
posed to it, ho said to himself, and
I eddy awuv at school, he would have
j {one long ago.
And just here it was that Maria
cuiso l the window and called;
"Dan, breakfast ready!"
Her light, careless tone irritated
dm. She knew that he was not in
: :ood spirits, and yet never seemed to
; lave any sympathy with him.
So he took no notice of the Bum
nons, and presently she called again:
'Dan, an- sou coming, or must
"uth. r nn,\ I k.-e,, the breakfast warm 1
ind wait tor you?"
j "Bother!" lie muttered, in reply
j Yet be walked slowly t„ the house !
j uid when his mother had said grace
I :ook liis place at the foot of the lit ill.
! .a1 >! p.
44 You don't seem to relish your
i breakfast, Dan," Mrs. Dawson said.
"I thought you'd like the fresh eggs
ind new potatoes, and the cakes you're
•o fond of."
"It - a good breakfast, mother, but
1 1 h i got much of an appetite."
' Ai.n't yiu well, Dan!" she in-
T"" anxiously.
•' l >a i't i'-ularly, mother, I think.
•! -i a .|uw r, all-gonish sort of feei
-1 emptiness and faintnest,
, and—! can t < .actly describe it, but it
-ms 1 . take awuy rnv strength and
appetites IV been thinking that
j may be ! d better try some sort of a
tonic medicine."
Martha laughed heartlessly.
"That's ftll your imagination, Dan.
You know you never had a day's sick
iii sin your life, and you look stout
nul strong enough to knock down an
o\. J guess It's only that, you're in
love with somebody—Matilda Price,
r.br, or Sophy Howells. Which is
it, Dan?"
Dau received this suggestion with
upr. ine contempt. He made a boast
having never been in love, and
though the girls mentioned by his sis
i wore the belles of the neighbor
hood, and had each tried the power of
i charms upon him, he had remained
I obdurately indifferent toward tboiu.
Matilda, lio said, was bold and loud,
and Sophia vain and affected, and it
would take a very nice girl indeed to
get hi in in love.
44 1t's 'most time to get ready for
churoli, ain't it, Dan?" said Martha,
glancing at the clock on the chimney
shelf. "Matilda *ll have on her new
bonnet to-day. J tell you she'll be
worth looking at."
"Stuff/ I'm not going to church."
"Why, Dau'ell" said his mother,
reproachfully.
"What's the use, mother? Just to
see old Deacon Ball asleep, and hear
Miss Beckey Jones screeching the
hymn out of tune, and listen to Par
son Tanner's tiresome—"
"Dau'ell" interrupted his inotner,
severely.
"Well, mother, I'm tired of it all.
I believe I'll go over to Bad way and
see Bill Brewster. He's goiug on a
voyage next week—bound for the West
Indies—and wants me join him. But
I haven't made up my mind yet about
the army-recruiting business that the
boys are so crazy about. Ben Howells
says he'll enlist if I will."
"Oh, Dan'el!" said his mother, tears
starting to her eyes.
Dau was very fou lof his mother,
and it went to his heart to see her in
tears.
j "I don't say that I'll go mother, so
| long as you oppose it. But I wish you'd
consent."
I "Do let him go, mother!" said
Maria, sharply. "It will likely do him
good."
It was late that evening when Dan,
who had spent the day at Bad way,
came home to supper. lie noticed that
the parlor windows were lighted; but
that was always the case 011 Sunday,
when Maria's beaux were calling 011
her.
Ah he stepped into the kitchen entry
he was greeted with a savory odor of ,
pies and cake, and saw that the tabic |
was nicely set with the best moss rose
bud tea set. Maria, who had heard
his step, eame t meet him.
"Oh, Dnn, ! wanted to tell you!
We've got company arrived—mother's i
cousin Lydia and her daughter Dora. !
They've been visiting Uncle Erasmus, j
in Huttonville ; and to-day he's brought
them over to spend some days with us. I
I hope they'll stay longer, for they're
such pleasant people 1 Step up stairs
I and brush yourself up, for supper'll
h be ready in a minute." *
"Bother' I won't go into supper.
' They needn't know that I'm here."
| "Now, Dan, I wouldn't be doing
! anything more to vex mother. She's
' worried enough about you already ;
and I've left her in the parlor with
I Cousin Lydia to talk over old times;
and Dora's helping me to get supper.
I She's the nicest girl!"
I Maria disappeared ; ami Dan, as he
i stood hesitating, had a view into the
j neat kitchen.
There he saw a slender and very
pretty girl, with dark eyes and hair,
arranging the cups and saucers, ami he
noticed how daintily sho handled them,
and how light and graceful her mo
tions were ! And also her sweet voice,
as she laughingly replied to some re
mark of Maria! It struck him that
he had never before seen the kitchen
look so bright aud cheerful.
He stole up stairs, and carefully
brushed his hair and put on a more
becoming tie. Then he came down
and was introduced to Dora.
She stepped forward with a smile
and gave him her hand, and as Dan
met tlie clear, frank eyes, it seemed to
him that a sort of sunshine stole into
his heart, partially dispelling its gloom.
And as he sat and looked at and
listened to her, his face gradually soft
ened and assumed a cheerfulness which
it had not worn for many a day.
Hi did not go out after supper, al
though ho had half promised Ben
Howells to have a talk with him about
that enlisting business. And next day
he hung around the house on some
pretense or other, getting little
glimpses of and brief chats with Dora.
Maria saw it, but prudently said
nothing—only managing to throw
them together as much as possible.
"Dan," she said, next day, pre
tending to be in a great hurry, "can
you spare time to help Dora shell
those peas? I'm so busy, and the
peas must he on the tire in ten min
utes to be in time for dinner."
Ho Dan Hat down, and while shell
ing the peas, watched Dora's deft lin
gers as they split the crisp pods and
dropped the little, shining green balls
into the bowl.
"I guess you're not used to work
much," he said, noticing how white
the hands were.
"Aint IV" she said, laughingly.*
, "Just ask mother about that. I do
.most of the work at home—help to
cook and clean, and 1 sew, and find
j time, to play on the piano."
i "Do you7 said Dan, who was very
1 tond of music. *1 wish that Maria
had a piano, but she never cared to
j learn to play."
[ "Vou wiil make a nice wife for
! somebody, Dora, with all those aecorn
' plishments," Maria suid
j Dan glanced up, with a sudden
I twiuge of jealousy. He wondered if
she were engaged ; nor did he l'eel en
-1 tirely at his ease until he had learned
t'roni Cousin Lydia herself that,
though Dora had plenty of beaux, she
bad never shown a preference for any
any one in particular.
"Cousin Dan," said Dora, as the
two Hat on the front porch in the twi
light, "they tell mo that you are
thinking of going to sea or enlisting
for a soldier?"
"Well," he answered, a little sheep
ishly, "I hadn't made up my mind
| about it."
| '"Twuuldbe a pity to leave your
mother, wouldn't it? ' She would misw
you HO !"
He felt, half inortiHed that he should
appear to her so heartless.
4 'l don t know that I was really in
earnest about going. I felt, somehow
restless and dissatisfied, and did not
' know exactly what I wanted. I guess
T needed a change of some sort. But
I'm getting over it now."
I "I hope you are. I don't see how
you could wish to leave this pleasant
home for the hard life of a sailor or
soldier."
"Do you think it pleasant?" he
asked, with a sudden light of interest
in his eyes.
"1 think it one of the sweetest
homes I have overseen," she auswered,
frankly.
And then there was a moment's si
lence.
"Dora." said Dan, slowly, "if you
think I'd better not go, I won't."
I And then ho blushed at his own
I boldness, and strangely enough, Dora
: blushed, too.
I A day or two after, Mrs. Dawson said
i to her son:
"Dan'el, my son, you were talking
about wanting a tonic, and I've spoken
i to the minister's wife concerning yon.
She says you're needing quinine and
calomel, or gentian."
! "Oh, never mind, mother! I guess
I I won't need it now. I'm feeling so
j much better."
I "But, my son, how about that feel
ing of emptiness and all-goneness, and
i not takin' an interest in anything—"
| "Oh," intcrrnpteil Dan, hastily, "I
I think I'm getting over it! Don't
' worry about me, mother, I was just
I out o' sorts, and didn't know what I
wanted—that's all."
j And as ho hastily left the room,
i Maria laughed.
j "I guess, mother, Dau's all right
' now. He's discovered what it was he
wanted, and I think he's found it."
"Why, whatever do you mean,
child?"
"I mean that he lias found all he
wanted in Dora. Why, can't you see
it yourself, mother? Depend upon it,
Dan will never be discontented any
more or wanting to gp away from
home. Why, just look at them in tho
garden there—how happy they both
are!"
And as the mother carefully adjusted
her spectacles and viewed tho unsus
pecting lovers, a mist dimmed tho
glasses, and she murmured:
"Godbless 'em!"— Saturday Night.
Paint Useil bv Indians.
' Much speculation has been indulged
j in by theoretical writers regarding the
source of paints and the means by
which they were originally discovered.
As in all theoretical explanations of
I simple matters, the plain facts havo
j been overlooked and complicated ex
planations have been entered into.
The earliest recor 1 of paint used by
1 the Indians tells oJ a mixture of blood
! with charcoal.
, From this it was an easy stop to tho
ferruginous clays which produce yel
lows, browns and reds, lied chalk and
red and yellow ochre are to be found
over wide areas and are easy of access.
! Black micaceous iron, of graphitcliko
I consistency, is to be found in many
! parts of the mountains, while the blue
carbonates of iron and copper furnish
many hues. Green fungus growth aro
| sometimes used, mixed with the white
infusorial or chalky earths to make
! shades of green tinging into pure
white. Tho sulphuret of mercury to
be found about tho mineral springs,
' especially the hot ones, forms an abuu
j dant supply of paint, while the juice
] of the choke cherry makes a beautiful
red. In the Dakotas many colors aro
produced from the use of plant juices
mixed with earth.
| Since the advent of traders among
I the Indians native paints have been al
most entirely supplanted by those sold
in the stores. There are still some of
I the isolated tribes that use their own
paiuts, but these are becoming more
j rare with each succeeding year. To
day the paint bag, which formerly car
; ried a bit of red chalk or black graph
itic iron, contains a bit of manu
factured ochre, or prepared lamp black,
i for which probably a hundred times
its value lias been paid by the man
' who formerly obtained it through al
most a minimum of labor.—Globe-
Democrat.
Deepest Metal Mine in the World,
The United States has now, we be
lieve, the deepest metal mine in the
world. For some time that claim has
been made for the Maria shaft, at tho
mines of Przibram, in Austria, which
was 3675 feet below the surface at the
time of the great fire in 1892; and
nothing, we believe, has been done
upon it since that time. It has now
, been surpassed in depth by the No. 3
shaft of the Tamarack Copper Mining
| Company, in Michigan, which on De
| cember Ist was 3010 feet deep, and is
now more than 3700 feet, the average
rate of sinking being about seventy
tive feet a month. This makes it be
yond question the deepest metal mine
1 in existence, and only one other shaft
has reached n greater depth, that of a
coal mine in Belgium, for which 3900
feet is claimed. - Engineering and Min
j ing Journal.
An Almost Unknown Country.
Lower California, which somebody
; periodically threatens to purchase and
bring under the territorial dominion
, of the United States, is the longest of
North American peninsulas. It is of
about the same area as Florida. Its
greatest length is about 800 miles,
and its greatest width about 156 miles.
The whole peninsula is subtropioal in
j climate and productions, and its ex
treme southern end is just within the
torrid zone. Tho coast line on gulf
i rt nd ocean is about 1700 miles in
length. The population is sparse, and
the means of communication so unde
veloped that it is one of tho most re
mote regions in tho civilized world.
I The gulf ports are almost unknown to
: the people of this country.—Han Fran
' cisco Chronicle.
| The army worm travels in sncli a
j compact line that processions of tlieui
I ar© frequently mistaken for snakes.
SAVED SEVENTEEN LIVES.
HEttOISM OF A FRAIL YOUNG COL
LEGE MAN.
A Devotion to Duty and a Wrecked
Life—An Incident of a Disaster on
an Inland Lake.
I HAD for my roommate in college
at Evanslown n frail lad, born on
the banks of the Mississippi. He
c, bail learned in its waters to swim
and dive until he seemed almost as
much at home in the water as on laud.
One of his first accomplishments ac
quired at Evanstown was not in Greek
or Latin, but in swimming in the lake
in time of storm. He would dive
through the breakers or toss upon
their tops, or play with them as a
giant might with a tiny fountain. He
was a wonderful swimmer.
One day there came trickling down
through the village news of a great
steamship wrecked at 1 o'clock in the
morning, ten miles out in the lake,
whose 400 passengers were struggling
witb the waves or were already
drowned. My roommate heard a bugle
blast in his soul that morning. He
said he seemed to hear these words:
"Who kuoweth but thou art come in
to the kingdom for such a time as
this?" Two hundred others volun
teered for service, one of whom is now
a bishop in the Methodist Church,
ami afterwards became President of
the university.
They put a rope around my room
mate's waist that they might recover
his frail body if he should be killed by
the floating pieces of wreckage. Back
ward and forward lie went for six
hours, helping to save human life.
Through his great familiarity with the
surf lie was enabled to do much more
than all the rest put together. Some
were saved by a tug far out in the
lake, but of nearly 400 passengers
only thirty came through the break
ers alive, and of these my roommate
saved seventeen.
Ho put into that one day the
struggle of three-score years and
ten. He was compelled to give
up his studies. He was com
pelled to give up the Christian
ministry, for which he was preparing.
To-day he is the wreck of a man, liv
ing among the hills of Southern Cali
fornia, far away from a railroad line,
struggling on a fruit ranch for a live
lihood. The price paid for that day's
work was the health ami strength of a
lifetime —but he saved seventeen hu
man lives.
Between his journeys into the waves
he stood before a blazing fire, was
covered with blankets, and drank
strong stimulants in order to keop his
limbs from cramping. But each time
an unfortunate one came near the
breakers, if he was able to go, he threw
oft' his incumbrances and plunged
again into the water.
At first he wore the rope upon his
arm, but coming to a piece of debris
to which a drowning person wascling
ing, the wreckage struck him in the
face and ho commenced to bleed pro
fusely. The crowd on shore, alarmed
for his safety, commenced pulling in
the line prematurely before he had
hold of the drowning person. He J
threw oft'the rope, clutched the man j
and brought him safely ashore without I
the help of the rope.
Walking up on the beach he saw a j
gentleman sitting in an elegant car
riage who had evidently come to the |
lake with the coachman from his |
suburban home. Ho said to this i
gentleman: "These people have al- '
most killed me, and another accident i
may take my life without my having \
done my work. Will you consent to |
manage my rope for me, not allowing
the people to pull until I give the
signal. If you do this you shall have
half the credit for anything 1 may be
able to do." The gentleman con
sented, and for five hours managed the
rope. Ho was thus largely instru
mental in the successful work my j
roommate did.
The last person saved that day was
a man who was coming ashore in a |
dillicult part of the surf, where the i
bank was high and precipitous. Any i
one reaching shore there would be |
pounded to death on the steep bank, j
Those who came to this part of the i
surf were absolutely lost, as it seemed j
more than a man's life was worth to i
save them. My roommate saw this j
man with one arm clinging to a piece
of wreck, while he held in the other a '
bundle, supposed to contain silver
plate or some other precious thing
wrapped up in a bit of clothing.
A sudden lift of tho waves brought
the man and the raft into full view v
and theie streamed out from the I
bundle a tress of hair eighteen inches '
long. Then my friend knew that the |
man was trying to save liis wife, and j
said to those about him : "Cost what j
it may, 1 will save that man or die in i
the attempt."
He ran down the beach, following j
the retreating wave, knelt down as !
closely us possible to the sand and let
the return wave pound him. When ,
next seen he was far into the water.
Ho swam to the piece of raft to j
which the two were clinging. When
within six or eight, feet of them the
man cried out: "Save my wife! Save '
my wife!" The brave swimmer said:
"i'es, I'll save your wife and you, |
too." Fastening his hands in their
clothing at the back of their necks, he
said : "I can sustain you in the water, |
but you must swim for your lives and i
mine. We must push up northward
ami get beyond this dangerous surf, if 1
we are to be saved at all." To tho joy
of the onlooking spectators ho came
safely to shore with both unfortunates,
for whom lie had so bravely imperiled
his life.
The daily papers were full of
praises. The illustrated papers of New ■
\ ork and London contained his pic- i
lure, but when we wore alone in our j
room it was pitiful to see him. His
lacy woulil turn ashen pule and he i
would turn his great hungry eyes on
me and say: "Tell me the truth.
Will, everybody praises me. Tell me
the truth. Did I fail to d my best?"
He did not ask, "Did I do as well as
some one else?" That went without
asking.
He did not ask . "Did Ido as well
us any man on God's footstool?" 1
think he might have answered that
question in the affirmative. The ques
tion that ran through him like a poi
soned dagger as he remembered the
300 and more who lost their lives in
sight, and most of them in hearing of
land —the one supreme question was:
"Did I do my best?"— Northwestern
Christian Advocate.
VISE \VORI>S.
Forgetting is forgiving.
A light heart lives long.
Marriage is love's sacrifice.
Don't try to pump out the sea.
A good deed needs no applause.
A kiss is a song without words.
Covetousness hoards itself poor.
Sunshine is the leaven of living.
Love teaches us the pleasure of pain.
All true love is grounded on esteem.
Friendship depends largely on funds.
Speech is a deformity in some peo
ple.
A woman's smile can make a burden
light.
Love is contagious, epidemic and
incurable.
What the rosebud promises it does
not fulfill.
You cannot play false, and yet
rightly win.
Help the deserving, not all those
who appeal.
It is wonderful how near conceit is
to insanity.
Suspicion paves the road to misun
derstanding.
It is not the longest life that has
the most in it.
People are so much alike they should
be better friends.
When two ride the same horse, one
must ride behind.
Love and necessity are the only
cures for laziness.
It is seldom that a woman thinks so
without saying so.
We rarely find as much in a dollar
as we think there is.
Theory of Plant Growth.
The theory of plant growth, elabor
ated chiefly by American biologists,
that the motion is rhythmic and not
regularly continuous is being brought
forward to account for many phenom
ena hitherto deemed inexplicable. One
of the most notable of these attempts
appears in a paper in the Proceedings
of the Academy of Natural Sciences of
Philadelphia, describing the manner
in which nature produces the various
forms of the Citrus tribe. It is no un
common occurrence that a small orange
is found inside of a larger one ; and the
kind known as the navel orange is one
in which a very feeble attempt to form
another orange results in giving the
I "navel" appearance to the fruit. This
j is explained by stating that a branch
is arrested in its longitudinal growth
! when the fruit is to be formed, and
! the parts, leaves and stems become
I enlarged and succulent instead of nor
mal leaves and stem. An orange is
' really but a transformed mass of leaves
| and branches. In the double orange
the wave growth does not entirely rest
i when forming the one orange, but
: makes another feeble attempt to elon
gate, only to be arrested as the first
wave was, resulting in a smaller fruit.
! Sometimes the primary wave is the
! feebler, iu which case it is almost
wholly abortive, and the only "orange"
resulting is the one which would be
the interior in the double instance, or
the "navel" in the other. This re
sults in the variety known as the man
darin. The mandarin is the product
of the upper, and usually very foeble
( growth wave. In the lemon the "nip
j pie" is the result of a feeble attempt
of tho second growtli wave to form an
other lemon on the top of the lower,
| and is analogous to the "navel" in the
variety of orange known as such. The
author of the paper believes that much
| of the variety we see among plauts and
I flowers are referable to varying inten-
I sities in growth waves.—New York
I Independent.
Related by an Argonaut,
i .Tames Brown, of Salt Lake City,
Utah, claims to have witnessed the first
i discovery of gold in California, having
; been with Marshall when the glitter
ing scales were picked up in Sutter's
millrace in 1847. He tells the story
of the find as follows :
I "Some time in January, 1847, I was
working with Marshall at Sutter's mill,
on the American River. Marshall and
I came upon some decayed granite at
the bottom of the millrace, where we
were at work. Marshall was inter
ested iu the rock, but the rest of us
didn't think anything of it. He said,
'We will shut down the gates early in
the morning,' and it was done. He
was down at the race that morning
while the rest of us were in the cabin.
In a short time Marshall came up with
his hat in his hand, saving, 'Boys, I've
got her now.'
"I being about the youngest and
most curious of the crowd, ran to him,
and saw on the lining of his hat ten or
twelve pieces of scale gold. The larg
est piece was worth fifty cents. I picked
it up and tested it in my teeth, and as
it did not give I held it up and yelled
'Gold, boys, gold!'
"At that the rest of them crowded
around. I plated my piece out thin
and ran to the cabin and tested it on
a hot bod of mauzanita coals, and as it
did not burn away I knew it was gold.
We picked up lots of it iu the next two
or three days. '—Detroit Free Press.
A MODERN LYRIC.
If you could only always know,
When the door-bell rings,
Just who it is that stands below,
Making the door-bell jingle so,
Quite frequently you wouldn't go
When tho door-bell rings.
It isn't sure to be a friend,
When the door-bell rings ;
It may be "Umbrellas to mend?"
Or some one with flue shoes to vend.
Whoso flow of language has no end,
Wholi the door-bell rings.
It's alwayß at your busiest time,
When the door-bell rings.
Your hands mav bo are black with grime ;
In such a case your language I'm
Quite euro I'd never put in rhyme,
When tho door-bell rings.
But to the door you always go,
When the door-bell rings.
You see, you're curious to know
Just who is on the portico,
Anil so outsiders get u show
When the door-bell rings.
- Somerville Journal.
HUMOR DAY.
Cut rates —Surgeons' fees.—Truth.
The good hack man is known by his
carriage.—Florida Times-Union.
A kiss is a song that should always
be encored.—Florida Times-Union.
Ringing a belle—Putting a nose
ornament on a Kafir woman.—Hallo.
The pawnbroker never gets so old
that he takes no interest in life.—Bos
ton Transcript.
Some people do not recognize their
obligations when they meet them.—-
Galveston News.
No, my son ; a doctor doesn't know
everything; but he thinks you think
he does.—Punch.
People who think before they speak
always manage to economize on talk.
—Washington Post.
When some people want counsel
they proceed to consult their own in
terests. —Galveston News.
The dentist who devotes himself to
pulling aching molars is necessarily a
pains-taking fellow. —Buffalo Courier.
Motto for tho Shopping Fiend : "If
you see what you want, prico a dozen
other things before asking for it."—
Puck.
A man breathes, on an average, ten
thousand quarts of air a day—and
talks about I,ooo,ooo.—Augusta (Ga.)
Chronicle.
The woman who can pass a mirror
without looking into it has the heroism
of which martyrs are made. —Florida
Times-Union.
A local dealer advertises "a new
stock of walking-sticks for gentlemen
with carved wooden heads."—Phila
delphia Record.
Mrs. Shopper—"Why, all these toys
are old." Shopkeeper—"Yes, madam,
but then you know most of the babies
are new."—Vogue.
An ounce of prevention is worth a
pound of cure; that is to say, tho
druggist is likely to charge just as
| much for it.—Puck.
When a man claims that grip is only
a vagary of a deserted brain, it is
pretty safe to bet he has never had it.
I —Philadelphia Record.
A Chicago man who had just sur
rendered his watch to a foot pad, was
moved to remark that he didn't know
when he had been so pressed for time.
Washington Star.
The doctrine of heredity is a com
-1 forting theory. It is so pleasant, you
know, to be able to lay our faults and
foolishnesses on our forefathers.—
Boston Transcript.
The jealousy of physicians iH re
markable. No sooner does one oftheni
discover a disease than half-a-dozen
more concentrate all their energies
upon its suppression.—Puck.
Traveler in Missouri—"l want to
find the conductor. Who- has charge
of this train?" Trainman—"Can't tell
till after we pass the next strip o'
woods." —Cleveland Plaindcaler.
"Do you believe that practice al
ways makes perfect?" "No; it hasn't
made anything but a row ever since
that idiot upstairs commenced with
his flute."—Chicago Inter-Gcean.
livers —"What was your idea in
getting vaccinated on your rheumatic
arm?" Seller—"Economy of pain. It
couldn't make the arm hurt worse than
it did already."—Chicago Tribune.
"That young widow Flison is quite
a dashing creature, don't you think?"
"I guess you are right. She dashed
iny hopes most effectually wheu I
asked her to marry me."—lndianapo
lis Journal.
Charlie Sniffers (out with Dollie
Dimple) "Pardon me for bowing to
tint shabby old codger, but I feel ob
liged to do it." Dollie—"Who is he,
Charlie?" Charlie—"He is the head
of our firm."—Sprre Moments.
Nell—"How do you kuow she is in
love with Jack?" Belle—"Because
she told me he was peerfectly horrid,
and it' she were in my place she
wouldn't have anything to do with
him."—Philadelphia Record.
Footman —''Say, Jeems, what would
we do if we found a pocketbook with
820,000 that the boss had left in tho
carriage?" Coachman—"Do? Wo
wouldn't do nothing at all. We'd live
on our income."—Texas Sittings.
Customer—"Why is it you charge
as much for a six-pound pig as you do
for a sixteen-pound pig?" Butcher- -
"The smaller the pig, mum, the worse
it hurts us to kill it. Got to charge
somethin' fur our feelin's, mum."—
Chicago Tribune.
Miss Scare —"Jack Marbleliead gave
me a great reception yesterday. He
has a cannon on his yacht and when I
came on board he fired a salute of ever
so many guns—forty-nine, I think it
was." Miss Smarte—"One for every
year of your age, I suppose."—Vogue,