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In England one man in 5,000 at
tends eollo'.o ; iii Scotland one in (150; j
in Germany one in 213; in the United
States one in 2,000.
Exhaustive experiments in the culti
vation of tea are soon to be made in
Russia. I'lio czar is personally inter- j
ested in the plan, and experts are ur
ranging for the cultivation of the
plant in the western limits <>f the Cau
casus, where the temperature is much
the same as that in which the plant
grows in China.
France docs not seem to bo in much
danger of becoming overstocked with j
population. For the past three years
there have been more deaths 'than
births in that country. There were
ii 0,000 more last year. There have i
been a great many more marriages,
however, in the Jast year or two than
for seveuteeu years.
A San Quentiu, Cal., convict refused j
to accept pardon because ho believed !
that lie could do the other convicts i
good by remaining among them. The
wayß of Providence—it has been stat- I
cd before—-are inscrutable, muses the ;
Sau Francisco Exnmipcr. No sooner
had the convict reached his peculiai .
and self-sacrificing determination than i
he died.
One of the extraordinary things iu j
this world is the prosaic end of most
of the great explorers and adventurers. |
After escaping death in a hundred j
forms Spoke, Burton and Baker died
at home, one the victim of a hunting
accident and the other quietly in bed.
Now Commander Cameron, who had
crossed Africa several times, is killed
by a fall from his horse in the hunt
ing field.
The statistician is a very trying per
son, but ho is often interesting as
well. For instance he has discovered
that only fifty-five per cent of blondes
marry, while scvenfy-niuo per cent.
of their brunette sisters engage in
matrimony. Some one tries to explain
this by assorting that fair-haired peo
ple are more susceptible to the uusun- i
itary conditions of large towns, and so '
succumb to death's darts before they
are smitten by those of Cupid.
If a perfectly practicable method ol i
|iutoniatically closing the doors be
tween water-tight compartments on '
war vessels has been discovered mauv
ofthetcrrorsof figbtinga great armored
battle-ship will disappear. A dispatch
from England says that two workman
at the Dcvonpurt dockyard have de
vised a contrivance which works satis
fictorily and insures the simultaneous
closing of nil compartments when the
water rises to n height of six inches.
With such machiuery the danger from
ramming will be reduced to a mini
mum.
Balfour is so little given to exagger
ation that what he says about the
strong probability of a European war
in the near future will make a strong
impre-Kion on Englishmen, declares
the San Francisco Chronicle. lie evi
dently believes that the causa of war
will be found in rival claims for terri
tory ill Asia, and that Franc • will be 1
found leagued against England. Hi.
words reveal that one more aeut-j ob
server has taken up the theory that an
aggressive movement will soon bo
made by France, backed, of course,
by Russia.
The great popularity of Washington
ns a winter residence is indicated by
the fact that as the years roll on the
fashion of wealthy people owning a
house at the national capital increases.
Many wealthy men, who hav. been in
public life for a time, elect to spend
their days after retirement in the po
litical atmosphere of Washington.
Others aro attracted by the liveliness
of the season to make it their home
for a few months. As ft consequence,
a society is growing up which year af
ter year becomes more attractive, and
will finally result in making Washing
ton the great social as well au politi
cal centre of the Nation.
1 T Ht. MAIN ON THE ROJF,
Un lor tho n iv.\s is tho hriUUt I lovol
Willi (lie outer world a myth,
With I In*- mm l-Hoa drowning tho stars above,
Aii'l tin* day work over with ;
To I ••an in j back with my thoughts in tunc.
To fool from my cares aloof,
To hoar o'erhoad in a soothing runo
The rain on the roo f .
*Tis a m nit fc realm, where I nm kingfl
I can live a whole life through
In a transient hour, and my dreamingsbring <
Delight that is ever now .
An 1 the erics without of the weather wild
Seem all for my sole behoof ;
Anljt makes my heart the h"art of a child,
The rain on the roo".
My won Icr-'-ook it is nigh at ban I,
The drip-drip lulls me to rest;
*Tis a music suit an 1 a spirit blnn 1,
Ami a comrade whose way Is la*st.
So I see I at tho fair, smooth face of life,
Forgetting its cloven boo".
As I lie and lit t-> the wind's wild strife,
Tho rain on tho roo'.
For old-time voices an I boyhood calls,
Laughter silver and tears,
All float in as tho evening falls
And summons tho vanished year*.
1 h> t lie warp be somber that bin Is me round,
Yet a sweet an 1 shining woof
Is woven in with that winsome sound,
Tho rain ou the roo*.
- Itichar 1 Uiirfoa. iu the Independent.
JUST IN TIME
a ELL, mother,"said
Mr* Barton, as he
V walked excitedly
y into the pleasant j
v fitting room where
his wife sat placid- j
Sl!lW\ knitting, "I've
put a chanc" to sell |
wvf K iv>Nvi the place for cash, I
I uu nt pretty fair i
i IV li>\3 figures, too, it seems
W W tu me."
(J "Oh, father! hut \
you won't do it?" !
she said quickly. "The home where I
we hive lived since we were married, '
and where our childreu were"—
j "Now. wait a minute, mother; just
• let me tell you about it before you
make so many objections, and in 'the
! end J 11 warrant you'll say I'm right.
! A Boston man lias bought the ■Carlton
I farm, and is going to raise small fruit
1 for the city market. He wants our
j little patch because it kinder cuts a
, corner out of the big farm. lie offers
! 82000, cash down, nnd we are to give
i possession iu the middle of April. I'll
tell you what, wife, a chance to sell
fur cash doesn't come along every
j day; if we can only gel some laud out
West, our fortune's made."
j "Johu, dear, she said, "remember
; that we are getting to be old people
now, and it would bo pretty hard to
leave the associations of a lifetime. If
wo were young aud'uhle to endure the
hardships of a new country, I wouldn't
say a word, but"—
"Look here, mother, listen to reason,
can t you ? We are going out thereto
: get rid of hardships, not to endure
more. Here wo arc, liviug on this
stone patch, barely making a living;
taking the doctor's bill, what is due
on Frank's monument, and the rest of
I tho debts together, we o weaver $2()'K
Ifow can we pay it here? Now, out
in Dakota there are plenty of farms ;
b be had for tiio asking, almost, and
why shouldn't we have the benefit of
one U:J well as other people? And i
then, there's Lizzie," he wont on
hastily, seeing that his wife was about
|to speak. "What a splendid chalice i
there dbe for her to teach school!
I've heard say that teachers arc scarce !
J and wages high. And she's BO pretty,
and 'cute and smart, I shouldn't won
der if she'd have a clmuco to do well
in other ways—marry a rich man as
like as not."
i "John Barton," said his wife, indig
nantly, "I believe this foolish notion
has turned your head completely.
You know well enough that Ihxzic in
j promised to Will Chester, and it would
just break her heart if anything should
j come between them."
"Well, grumbled Mr. Barton, "I
believe they do try to make out that .
1 tin re s some . ueh nonsense going on,
but I never took much stock in it. I
j haven't anything iu particular against '
1 ill, but he ain't worth any property, |
: and t don t helicvo he ever will be. !
, As to its breaking Lizzie's heart to
j give Li in up, that's nothing but nun- '
sense."
I ''- V " w ' futhur," spoke Mrs. Barton '
[with some spirit, "it isn't right for
[ you to talk that way. Will in „ g 0()( [ .
| young man, anil he loves Lizzie better I
I than his own life. Yon know that;
you haven't forgotten liow ho saved
her life when the town hnll burned 5
| down. Ho will always be kind and 1
I (lint's more than money, according to |
j m y way of thinking. He's smart and J
! strong, and not afraid of work. I'd '
! rather trust my girl with liim than
with why, here she comes now! Aud
it s almost supper time, T declare!''
'' 'I dame bustled away to tho
kitchen, I, ,ptng that when her hus
band had slept over the matter ho
would l Id' a .Idler,-lit, way ~f think
ing, and give up a project tho mere]
thought ul which gave her so much
pain.
Her hope was in vain. The Western
fever had t.,ken u firm hold of Mr.
Barton, aud matters were pushed with
his usual energy. Acquaintances in
Dakota helped liim to obtain a tract
of Government land, and the next
. spring found the family established in
a rude.shanty on the boundless prairie.
Mrs. Barton was a wise woman, who
always made the best of everything;
and though it was with a sinking heart
that she at. first saw their new home, ,
she was outwardly cheerful, and ut
tered not a word of complaint,
j Pretty Lizzie had not lelt so 'tnhap- '
py about their removal as her mother, !
| for her lover had promised to soon I
follow her, and they parted with many !
Vows of constancy an 1 promises of
frequent letters.
Mr. lJartoil was pleased with the
farm and promised liis wife that she
should have a fine new house in a year
r so. He went energetically to work,
preparing a portion of the land for
the precious grain; and aside from
the discomforts which could not
he helped, all went well with him; for
he had sutlicieut money to buy the
necessary inachiuery, a serviceable
pair of horses and a few cows, besides
laying aside a small sum for a rainy
day.
Ihit all was not well with Lizzie. As
soon as they were settled and she aud
her mother ha.l, with womanly in
genuity, given a pleasant and home*
like appearance to the interior of the
rude cabin, she had written a long
letter to Will, aud iutrusting it to her
father's care, watched him drive off
to the little town of Melton, a dozeu
miles distant, where was located the
nearest postotlicc. She hoped for a
letter in return, but was disappointed.
"I shall be sure to receive one next
week," she thought, and sang about
her work, as she helped her mother
inside the house, or planted the flower
seeds and roots brought from the old
home, which, later, made beautiful
the outside of the homely cabin.
Another disappointment awaited
her, but she thought, "Perhaps my
letter did not reach Will. He may
not have our correct address; I will
write again."
The next time her father went to
Melton she walked to meet him on his
return; her heart bounded with joy as
lie handed her a thick white envelope,
but sank like lead when she looked at
the superscription. It was from a
girl friend, a very dear one, but Lizzie
felt no desiro to read it theu.
"Oh, father I Is that all? You
must surely have another one !"
"Only some papers, puss."
His voice was a little husky, and he
did not look at her.
"How foolish I am!" sho said to
herself, when the first keeuuess of the
i disappointment was over. "A dozen
| things might have happened to delay
| the letter, llow 1 wish we could go
to the postoflico every day."
"Hope deferred mukcth the heart
sick." Lizzio waited week after week,
but no letter came from Will.
"1 will write just once more," she
said, "only a few lines, that I may be
1 sure that I am not the one to blame."
She gave up all hope when, in early
autumn, a letter from a girl friend
, contained the information that "Will
Chester was flirting awfully with a
cousin then visiting his father's, aud
some thought it would be a match."
Lizzie was too proud and also too
sensible to let this disappointment
spoil her life. She hid her grief from
her watchful father and mother, and
if her pillow was wet during many a
wakeful night, sho was busy and
I cheerful each day.
Summer and autumn passed. The
I harvest was gathered,necessarily small,
for only a little laud had been pre
i pared. "It would be very different
next summer," said Mr. Barton. Then
came the Dakota winter. Ob, that
terrible first winter to the Barton
j family 1 Nut having any idea of how
nevero the cold would really be, they
ilul not make suitable preparation for
it, aucl enclureil many hardships.
Winter cauie, and Lizzie was again
installed as teacher in the small
school-house, her father driving her
there in the morning and coming for
| her at night.
One cold afternoon in January ho
| was not there as usual when the school
' was dismissed, and Lizzie, wondering
what had happened to detain him,
hurried her little flock home, as it was
! beginning to storm. She waited for
half an hour, hoping her father would
* come, for she had felt ill all day, and
was scarcely able to walk a long mile
in the face of the storm.
Mr. Barton was iu the grip of his
old enemy, inflammatory rheumatism,
and was almost unable to move. Mrs.
j Barton was not alarmed on her daugh
ter's account, thinkingshe could oasily
| walk homo wheu tired of wuiting.
| "I must go," thought Lizzie,
i "Father would be here by this time if
! something had not happened to detain
him."
1 She left the schoolhousc and began
the long walk. Presently her steps
1 slackened; a faint feeling stole over
her; she strove against it, struggled
1 on a few steps, then sank down in the
I fast drifting snow.
That day, wheu the Eastern train
steamed iuto tho little town of Mel
ton, it left one passenger on tho plat
form of tho small depot, a good-look
ing, broad-shouldered young follow,
whose name was William Chester. He
had been amazed at not hearing from
Lizzie at first, and had written again
and again, thinking there must be
some mistake. Finally he heard a
rumor of her intended marriage. He
had been deeply hurt, but resolved
that no one should know it. Yet he
could not tear her imago from his
heart.
When be started on his present trip
ho said sternly to himself that ho
should make no effort to see her. Yet
he watched for Melton, and when the
town was reached, could not resist the
impulse to leavo the train.
"I may as well find out the truth
now T am here," he said ; "and, after
all, it is only neighborly to look them
up, even if Lizzie is married."
Ho went over to the large store
which contained the postofllce, hop
ing to find some means of conveyance
to Mr. Burton's farm, A man wear
ing a shaggy fur overcoat, overheard
his request, and immediately said :
"Barton, did you say? Why, I'm
his neighbor, and am going home .
right away. My name is Lincoln. T ,
can set you down within a mile of his |
place, if you can walk that far." ]•
Young Chester thanked the friendly '
neighbor heartily, and they were soon !
wrapped in bufTilo robes, speeding j
away behind two powerful horses.
Mr. Lincoln was talkative, and Will
soon found that Lizzie was Lizzie I
Burton still.
"A smart girl," said Liucoln ; "she's
got grit, I tell you. She's our school
ma'am, aud my two youngsters think
the world of her."
It was quite dark when they reached
the schoolliouse.
"I'll have to let you out here," said
Lincoln. "I'm sorry, for it's storm- j
iug pretty bad, but you seo there's
nobody at home to do tho chores,
and"—
Will interrupted him by declaring
that 110 thought nothing of the walk, j
and was very grateful for tho favor re
ceived.
"Thar's their light straight ahead, I
stranger, and if you keep your eye on !
that you can't miss it."
With an interchange of "good
nights," the two men went their sep* j
urate ways. Will plodded on through !
tho deepening snow for perhaps half
tho distance, when he stumbled
against something nearly buried in a
drift. He stopped to POO what it was. !
A womau —and perhaps frozen to j
death! A sudden fear chilled his j
heart. He felt for his matches and j
lit one. He caught only a glimpse of
the white face before tho blazo was 1
gone, but that was enough.
"Oh, God," he cried, "help me, and
grant that she is not. dead!"
He raised the senseless girl in his
strong arms, his valise lyiug unheeded
where it fell, and pressed on. Could
he reach that light in time? Every
thought was a prayer for help in this
his time of great need. He struggled
on, now and again stumbling to his
knees, for Lizzie was a dead weight ou
his arms.
j "Had it been any one else," he said
afterward, "I think my strength must
| have failed."
j Mrs. Barton, now thoroughly alarmed
' about her daughter, liad started out
with a lantern tolook for her; she met
Will a few rods from the door, and to
gether they bore tho unconscious Liz
zie into tho warm room. How they
worked to save her precious life! And
when their efforts were at last success
ful, and she opened her eyes to seo
Will bending over her —Ah, it's of no
use for 111 cto try to describe that
scene!
The next morning, when all had
been told, and the mystery of the lost
letters wondered over, Mr. Barton
hobbled to his desk, and unlocking a
1 drawer took therefrom a small pack
! age. Giving it to Lizzie, he said :
I "There, child, I wont have that 011
my mind any longer. I suppose you'll
always hate your old father, but 1
| thought I was doing it for your good."
' "Why, father! My letters—and—
j and —Will's! Oh, how could? How
could you?"
"Hush, Lizzie!" said Will. "It's
all right now, and we won't hold any
hard feelings. Will you givo her to
mo now, sir?"
"Well," broke in Mrs. Barton, "1
think she belongs to you if sho does to
anybody, for you have saved her life
twice, first from fire aud now from
I freezing."
Mr. Barton could not speak. He
held out his baud, which Will grasped
heartily, while Lizzie threw her arms
around his neck.—New York Journal.
Perils of Ileep Sea Fish.
An extraordinary danger to which
the deep sea fish are liable is pointed
out in a very vivid manner, according
to Knowledge, in a new book by Dr.
Hickson. At the great depths at which
these animals live tho pressure is enor
mous— about two and a half tons
on tho squaro inch at a depth of 2500
fathoms. It sometimes happens that
in the excitement of chasing a pros
pective meal tho unwary fish rises too
high above his usual sphero of life,
wlicu the gases in tho swimming
bladder expand, and lie is driven by
his increasing buoyancy rapidly to the
surface. If ho has not gono too far
when consciousness of his danger
grows greater than his eagerness for
prey, the muscles of tho body may
1)0 able to counteract this, but above
this limit bo will continue to float up
wards, tho swimming bladder getting
moro and moro inflated ns tho un
fortunate creature rises. Death by
internal rapture results during tliie
upward fall, and thus it hnppciiH that
deep sea fish are at times found dead
and floating 011 the ocean surface, hav
ing tumbled up from tho nbyss.
How Marbles Arc Made.
Most of tho stono marbles used by
lioys are made in Germany. Tho ro
fuso only of tho marblo and agate
quarries is employed and this is
treated in such away that there is
practically 110 waste. Men and boys
nro employed to break tho rofuso
stono into small cubes, aud with their
hammers they acquire a marvelous
dexterity. Tho little cubes aro thou
thrown into a mill consisting of a
grooved bed-stono and a revolving
runner. AVntor is fed to tho mill and
tho runner is rapidly rovolvod, whilo
the friction does tho rest. In half an
hour tho mill is stoppod ami a bushel
or so of perfectly rounded marble#
taken out. Tho whole piocoss cost#
the merest trifle. Philadelphia
Record.
Why Manilla Paper Is Tough.
The tough paper which comes front
China and Japan is made from manillo
fiber. The new and fresh fiber is not
used, it being too expensive, but afte'
it has served its purpose as rope of
•cordage and has become old it is care-
Jfully picked to pieces into a
pulp and manufactured into paper.
The paper is singularly strong ; when
..rolled up into a string or cord it i
jjii very good substitute for cotton ov
I ilax twine. Its strength is solely duo
•to that of the manilla, which is one o<'
• the strongest fibers known to the man
I ufacturej-,—Chicaeo Herald.
THE TOOTHSOME PEANUT.
OUR ANNUAL CROP 15 E3TTM ATED
AT 4,000,000 BUSHELS.
Norfolk, Va., is the Peanut Market of
the World -Cleaning, Grading and
Branding the Nuts.
| f ROM 1866 to tlio present (lay
the peanut supply has steadily
1 increased, until now the gross
(9 amount produced and put
upon the market is estimated at 4,000,-
000 bushels per annum.
Peanuts grow upon a trailing vine,
with leaves much rosombliug a small
four-leaved clover. The small, yellow
llower it hears is shaped like the blos
som of all the pea family ; indeed, the
agricultural bureau in Washington
does not recognize the peanut as a nut
at all, but classes it among beans.
The soil in which it is cultivated must
be light aud sandy ; after the flower
fulls away, the flower-stalk elongates
and becomes rigid, curving in such a
way as to push the forming pod well
below the surface of tho. earth; if by
accident this is not done the nut never
matures.
They aroplauted in rows about throe
feet apart, aud the vines spread until
the ground is covered by them. Har
vesting is done after the first frost, aud
the yield is often 100 bushels to the
acre, making this u moro profitable
crop than wheat or cotton. The vines,
with the nuts clinging to them, are
torn up with pronged hoes, and allowed
to dry in the sun for a day or two,
and then stacked to cure. 111 about a
fortnight the nuts are picked off, the
empty ones, which are tochically
called "pops," being rejected. This
picking is done by hand, and is slow
work, us an expert laborer can pick
only throe bushels a day. They come
into market in a rough, dirty state,
unassorted, and with vino tendrils
clinging to the pods.
Norfolk, Va., is called tho "peanut
market of the world." This may be
somewhat exaggerated, for Africa sup
plies the demuud of Europe, but it is
certainly the peanut market of the
United States. From tho surround
ing countries come by sloop, by
steamer, by freight truiu, by wagon,
by ox-cart, into tho hands of the com
mission merchants, thousands of big.
four-bushel bags, containing the pea
nuts as they leave the hands of the
farmer.
All this, though the history of the
peanut is interesting enough, would
hardly have entitled it to bo described
among our "American industries."
But in I7G what is now (mis) called a
"peanut factory," for the cleaning,
grading and branding of peanuts, was
established in Norfolk. The value of
thi.j product was at once immensely
increased, and there aro now iu Nor
folk and its immediate vicinity four
teen of these factories—several of
them large, live-story brick buildings,
tilled with powerful and expensive
machinery, and each employing from
100 to 200 persons, both male and fe
male, for all tho picking over is done
entirely by mauual labor.
But though lie did not liit on ex
actly the right name for liis new es
tablishment, Mr. Elliot, the founder,
not only proved a blessing to the
farmers, by increasing the worth of
their crop, but made his own fortune,
aud, standing now at tho head of the
trade, is known nil over tho United
States as "Peanut Elliot," or the
"Peanut King." lie is a fine-look
ing, middle-aged man, with a bright,
genial faeo and manner, and has a
cordial welcome for visitors. He con
ducted a party of us, tho other day,
over his establishment, and after ex
plaining all the various operations to
us iu a charming, clear and concise
manner, ho sont ns away bearing each
a large bag of "first quality" peanuts,
aud the most pleasant recollections of
our host aud visit.
When tho peanuts arrive at the
factory they are rough and eartli
stained, anil of all sizes and qualities,
jumbled together. The bags are first
taken up by iron arms projecting from
au endless chain to the fifth floor of
the factoiy. Hero they aro weighed
and emptied into largo bins. From
these bins they fall to tho next story,
iuto large cylinders, fourteen feet
loug, which revolve rapidly, and by
frictiou the nuts aro cleansed from the
earth which clings to them, and pol
ished so that they come out white and
glistening.
From this story the nuts fall
through shoots to the third and most
interesting floor. Imagine rows of
long, narrow tables, each divided
lengthwise into three sections by thin,
inch-high strips of wood. These strips
also surround the edge of the table.
Each of these sections is floored with
a strip of heavy white canvas, which
moves incessantly from the mouth of
a shoot to an opening leading down
below at the further end of tho table.
These slowly-moving canvas bands,
about a foot wide, ore called "pick
ing aprons." Upon tho outer aprons
of each table dribbles down from tho
shoot a slender stream of peanuts,
and 011 each side of the table, so close
together as scarcely to have "elbow
room," stand rows of colored girls and
women, picking out tho inferior pea
nuts as they pass and throwing them
into tho central section. So fast do
their hands move at this work that
one cannot see what they are doing
till they cast a handful of nuts into
the middle division. By the time a
nut has passed the sharp eyes of eight
or ten pickers, 0110 may be quite cer
tain that it is a first-class article, fit
for the final plunge down two stories,
into a bag which presently shall be
marked, "Electric Light" brand, and
fetch the highest market price.
The peanuts from the central
aprons fall only to the second story,
where they undergo yet another
picking over, on similar tables, the
best of those forming the second
grade. Front the central apron of
these tables Mr. Elliott gathered care
lessly a handful of peanuts—great,
fine-looking ones that we thought
should surely have gone into an "elec
trie light" bug.
"I'll give you a dollar for every
kernel you find in these," he said,
presenting thorn to us. We eagerly
cracked them, found them perfectly
empty, and regarded Mr. Elliot as a
sort of magician, who could see through
a shell, if not a mill-stone.
"It is the simplest thing in the
world," ho said, laughing nt our be
wilderment, "though it always puzzles
strangers." And ho showed us how a
strong current of air blew the empty
shells at once into the central division.
The third grade of peanuts, or what
remains after the second picking, is
then turned into a machine which
crushes the shells and separates them
from tho kernels. These are sold to
manufacturers of candy while the
shells are ground up and used for
horse bedding. So no part of this
little fruit, vegetable or nut, which
ever it may turn out to be, is finally
wasted, but all serves some useful pur
pose.
Tho peanut is a little patriot, be
cause it helped tho poor soldiers when
the war was over; it has stood by the
poor farmers during many a desperate
season, and now furnishes employment
for thousands of laborers, not only in
Norfolk, but in many factories nt
other towns in its section of country.
It creates a steadily increasing in
dustry, and there begins to be n de
mand for our peanuts in foreign
as they are far le3s oleagin
ous and more agreeable to the taste
thau those grown in Africa, so there
is a fair prospect for a profitable ex
port trade in the future. —New Orleans
Picayune.
RISK WORDS.
Backsliding often begins by looking
back.
It is the joy of truth to be looked in
tho face.
A fool sometimes builds his house
of bookH.
A genius is never taken to be one
by his looks.
True religion always puts sunshine
in the heart.
It isn't the biggest horn that makes
the best music.
In the arithmetic of heaven nothing
counts but love.
Praise and doubt cannot both live
in the same heart.
Growth in knowledge is the only
cure for self-conceit.
Tli re is as much kill in a solfish
heart as there is in a musket.
Be grateful for your blessings and
it will make your trials look small.
There can be no permanent or abid
ing good in uuconseeratod wealth.
Benevolence without love has no
more heart in it than a grindstone.
A flower will have something sweet
to say to you, no mattei where yon put
it.
Perseverance can accomplish won
ders, but it cannot make a bad egg
hatch.
Build a fence anywhere, and the first
boy who comes along will want to
climb it.
It takes more than philosophy to
make a man smile when he has the
toothache.
One reason why some men swear, is
because it does not take any courago
or manliness to do it.
Many a man will open the front
door for discontent who tries his best
to keep burglars out of his house.
Ram's Horn.
How Indians Raise llair.
Just when tho mutilation of the
dead by tearing the skin from tho
head begau will never bo known, for
the origin is lost in tho mist of ages,
the record extending back boyond
even tho mythical period of man's ex
istence. In the Book of Maccabees it
is recorded that nt the termination of
ono of tho 1 attics of which that
bloody history is so full, the victori
ous soldiers tore the skin from tho
heads of their vauquisliod foes. This
would be evidence that the custom of
sonlp-tftkiug was ono of tho indul
gences even of those people of whom
we have record in tho Bible.
Bo that as it may, it is an estab
lished fact that the custom is a uni
versal one, so far as savage man is
concerned. Whether ethnologists can
build a theory of a common origiu of
man from this or not. or whether this
can bo taken as an cvideuco that the
ludiaus are tho descendants of the
lost Israelite tribes because of their
habit of securing momentoes of hair
; from their fallen enemies, is some
i thing time alone can develop. Be
I that as it may, it is a fact that all In
! diau tribes, to a certain extent, scalp
their enemies who have fallen in bat
tle. Some writers on tho subject of
Indian habits and customs deny this,
but I believe that no tribe is abso
lutely free from the taint of having
taken the sculp.—Pittsburg Dispatch.
His Experience Account.
"When I lose uuything," says a
well-known Maiuo business man, "I
charge it to the account of experience.
You may think it strange, but I be-
I lieve the good-sized sum I have al
ready entered umLr that head is the
most profitable money I ever spent.
Adversity is the great teacher if we
but heed her lessons. I lost sooo
once in a transaction that gave me
information and a proper respect for
matters I had deemed of little account,
from which I afterward made SSOOO.
1 would not sell mv experience
account, at my age, for live times
what it has co9t me, for I shan't live
long enough to get sharpened up
acftin."—Lewist.on Journal
riaids arc coming in again. Fine
little checks, with green, yellow, and
black combined, are the favorite mix
tures in taffeta silk.
Miss Kate Sanborn, the author, is
busy moving into the house sho has
bought recently at Metcalf, Mass., in
which she will spend a large part of
the summer.
Miss Ilona Eibenschutz, the young
pianist, now in London, is only twen
ty-two years of age. She was born in
Budapest and made her debut in
Vienna before she was six.
Mrs. Minerva Rhines, who died re
cently in Chicago, became a resident
of that city when it contained 900 in
habitants. She was eighty-four years
of age at the time of her death.
Miss Nellie Temple, aVassar gradu
ate of the class of 'B2, has recently
been engaged in assisting Professor
Ratzcl, of the University of Loipsic, in
a revision of his treatise on the United
States.
The Colorado Legislature has passed
the bill for a hou&e-to-houso registra
tion of voters and twenty-seven wo
men have been appointed on the list
of canvassers for registering the wo
men voters.
Mrs. Yates, the first "lady Mayor"
in the British Empire, has just taken
her scat as Mayor of Onchuugo, New
Zealand. She wore a blue-and-whito
print gown, with a white front and
puffed sleeves.
A new material called "buro" is be
ing used in Paris. Jt is coarsely
woven, like canvas or nun's veiling,
with heavy threads, and has a fancy
surface which gives it the appearance
of beiug heavy.
A silk season is predicted for sum
mer, especially of the-very light silks
that are made in this country, the
laflfeta, demi-taffeta, lutestring, foul
ard, or the so-called China silkp, and
the useful surahs.
Of 166 women who have attended
the Medical College at Geneva, Switz
erland, au:l qualified as physicians,
nine have died, 129 are known to ho
in practice, and tweuty-eiglit have
given up their profession.
Ducks nud heavy linens are to be in
great vogue this year, also the old
fashioned pique. Tailor styles nre
liked for these substantial linens, and
for the white and ecru duck, so popu
lar last year for outing suits.
White glace kid gloves are the ac
cepted ones for all of the more formal
afternoon affairs. They are stitched
in either black or white, have four
buttons—either white pearl or black
boue—and at the convenient "sales"
may be picked up quite reasonable.
Mrs. Munuingtou Caffyu, the author
of "Yellow Aster," is the wife of an
Australian physician. Her father re
fused to give her an education : hut
she got it somehow, and at the age of
sixteen years she was translating Ger
man poonis and following the hounds.
Soft gray effects are charming in tho
new silks, and will rival tho clearly
defined white and black silks that
came into favor last summer. Them
grays are very effective in bengalino
strips of satiii and moire pointille with
yellow or rose color, or else with tho
gay pompudour blossoms strown upon
them.
A curious fashion in hat and scarf
pins consists in having as tho pin head
a largo pearl, either pink, gray, whito
or black, with a tiny diamond snako
curled slantingly around it; tho lilli
putian serpent may be replaced by n
fly resting on a minuscule sprig of
flowers; a turquoise may be used in*
stead of a pearl.
Tho "bow bonnet" is said to be tho
latest stylo for evening wear. Wide
moire ribbon that lia; been wired
forms this simple affair, which lias no
framo or band for a foundation. It
must bo set high 011 tho head, with
drooping ends, or an Alsatian effect,
as host becomes tho wearer, and bo
pinned on with jeweled pins.
The society editor of a Montana pa
per—a woman—became ill, and her
placo was taken by one of tho "all
round" reporters. He described a
costume next day as "a vision of moire
antique, cut bias at the neck and
festooned witJi bluo silk and Jack
roses. Miss M—- had tho smallest
feet and biggest sleeves in the ball
room."
A simple little evening waist, which
can vory easily be made at home, is of
silk in any becoming color, covered
with accordion-plaited black net put
on to the tightly-titting lining with a
blouse-like effect. Tho square neck is
finished with a band of fancy trim
ming, and the short, puffed sleeves of
not liavo a double frill of lace. This
will make an old black silk look like
uow.
New shoos and slippers for the bride
include a high-cut Oxford shoe of fine
black patent leather, with tiny whito
buttons and a piping of white kid
arouud tho vamp. Another novelty
is a pretty low shoe, the toe piece
black and tho heel part whitp, a big
flat bow of white ribbon over the lU
etep. Bedroom slippers are of watered
silk, or slightly wadded satin, gay
with bow, beads and ruffles.
The reticules of our grandmammas,
with a few modern improvements, are
reappearing. They are deep bags of
closely-woven jet or bead work or
heavy old-fashioned silk. They are
drawn up into silver or stopper-like
tops, not much bigger in circumfer
ence than wedding rings, and are pro
vided with slender silver chains, by
which they may swing from the old
ioshioned girl's belt.