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i no discovery or typnoia serum is an
nounced. One of these days we shall
live forever.—Boston Herald. Yes, but
where?
Professor Swift, of Rochester, has
discovered another new comet, but it
has no tail. Times are pretty hard
when a self-respecting comet cannot
afford at least one tail.
The United States did not receive tl
large immigration last year, hut the
statistics show she received 41,000 who
eould neither read nor write. It Is hard
to make good American citizens out of
such material. Uncle Sam should draw
the line on vice and Ignorance. Both
the Ignorant nnd vicious should be left
to grow up with the country In which
they were born.
The new Czar Is setting out benignly,
ns his father did. It is to be hoped no
tragic incident will be precipitated up
on his career before lie has had time
to show whether he really favors re
forms in Russia or not. Had the late
Emperor not been attacked savagely
before he could undertake to fulfill the
testament of the first Nicholas, the his
tory of Russia might be different from
what it is. Unfortunately, there is
good ground for fearing that the mild
ness of the present ruler is due to weak
ness of character, not to strength; and
the most brutal sovereigns in history in
all ages have been the weakest.
The people of Maine fear that the
wild game In their forests will be en
tirely destroyed, and more stringent
game laws have been enacted. Our
Northwestern States should see to It
that the pot and market hunters are
not allowed to shoot deer a day beyond
the time allowed. The cold storage
houses of Chicago are to-day filled from
top to bottom with the carcasses of
deer. The great, tires drove them from
their old haunts, and they fell au easy
prey to the hunter.
The Secretary of Hie Navy asks that
he be allowed to construct twelve
torpedo boats of from 100 to ,100 tons
each, to cost not exceeding an average
of $170,000. Tills is not an unreasona
ble request. In view of the fact that
while the United States, with Its exten
sive sea coast, lias but six of these
boats. Including the three about to be
built, Argentina. Brazil and Chile have
twenty-two each, Germany 117, En
gland 175, and Prance 214. The value
of these boats Is so generally recognized
abroad that large numbers of them are
being constructed for European navies,
Attention Is being called once more
In France to the corset question by
a petition to the Chamber of Deputies
against wearing that garment as in
jurious to the health of the female
part of the population. The Chamber
solemnly received the petition, and
passed it In committee. Meantime a
Paris journalist has been gathering
the opinions of notable women. A
great many denounce tho corset.
"Gyp" declares it unhealthy and un
graceful, and says it turns all figures
Into one commonplace mold, spoiling
pretty ones, and doing nothing to im
prove the ugly ones. Mile, Bartet, of
the Comedy-Francalse, simply de
clares It a horror. .Tane Hading says
that since she has been lu America
she Is for a war of independence.
When the private life of Prince Bis
marck comes to be written it will prob
ably be found that he was one of tho
great men who have owed much of
their greatness to the Influence of their
wives. It is always a question of curi
ous interest how far the private life
of a prominent man enters into his pub
lic career, and how much influence it
has upon his judgment and capacity.
So far as the public sees the two lives
are entirely apart, and there are in
stances of men who have kept them so,
leading. In fact, a kind of dual exist
ence. In the overwhelming majority
of eases the life and works of the prom
inent public personage are influenced
either for benefit or for harm by his
home. In the ease of Prince Bismarck,
who has just lost ills wife, this was no
tably so. Almost unknown to the world
at large, she was typical of the homely
virtues of tlie housewife. Site was the
guiding spirit of a household where her
husband was guiding the destinies of
nations. How far the efforts and the
fruits of her work took part in those
destinies the world will never know
save through inference. But it is a safe
proposition that no man, unless lie lie
lost to better tilings, is ever entirely un
moved by the near and constant pres
ence of Influences for good, if His.
mnrck. the man, was better because of
his sane and wholesome family life.
Bismarck, the diplomat, was also bet
ter. The old chancellor, who is nov
bowed before the deathbed of his wife,
is Instinctively paying a tribute not
only to her memory but to the mcmor.v
of ail women who fulfill their highest
destlnv as wives and mothers.
EVENING SONG.
Oh, I am thinking of tho current of cool
water that is swinging,
Tho blossoms of the lillfos in tho rill,
And tho mocking birds n-singing, ever sing
ing, singing, singing,
In tho bosket on tho border of tho hill.
I am dreaming of my mother's face, tho
glory of my childhood.
And my father dear, so stalwart and so
strong,
And tho littlo cabin homo that ho bulldod in
tno wildwood,
In tho country of fnir woathor and sweet
song.
Ob, the sky. I feel its wonder, and tho sun, I
feel its splendor,
And nectar-rich tho waft ndown tho dell,
While tho lowing of tho oattlo sounds so far
away nnd tender,
And tho blooting of tho shoop along tho
1 foil.
Long, long tho way and woary that I've
wandered from ray mothor
And ray father in the lowly cabin homo ;
Now I'm going back to soo thorn, and our
lips to one anothor
Will bebottor than tho hoaoy lu tho comb.
Oh, mocking birds! fluto loudor in tho
fringes of tho wildwood,
I am coming, fast as droam can flow along,
Across the lonely desert to tho Eden of my
childhood,
In the country of fair woathor and swoet
song.
—Maurice Thompson, in Independent.
THE RECTOR OF ORLESIONE
t— "]HE rector of Orle
| f f -n. Btono sat in his
J study gazing into
|H* f the tire. Ho was
alone; he was al
■P-V/ ways nlono, tor
'* though ho loved his
sheep, and tended
them, they were not
Vfafytjr companionable. He
had lived alone now
Y <r l!\ these many years—
how many he sighed
to remember. Onco upon a time—
-0I1! but before the flood—he had been
young and strong and hopeful, and
had loved a woman passionately; so
passionately that honor nnd his plight
ed word had become as nothing to
him, and he had broken faith with a
gentle girl ho was engaged to marry.
And then he had found out that his
passion's queen had not tho least in
tention of marrying him. As ho
looked in the tire this October evening
ho remembered so woll how she had
told him that on which he had staked
his whole life's treasuro could never
be.
"I must marry a rich man," she had
said, "for my poor father's sake," with
tears and many kisses she had said it,
and he, with kisses and the tears, the
heart bleeds in solitude, had believed
her.
It was many years now sinco ho had
loft behind him the world that held
her, and had accepted the rectory of
Orlestone, with its miserable £l5O a
year. And still o' nights, when the
curtains were drawn and the wind
outside was wild in the laurels and
cypresses, when the bare, thorny rose
sprays tapped nt the window like bony
fingers, he sat by his fire and thought
of the woman he had loved, and lovod
still. He had her portrait in tho
secret drawer of his shabby old writ
ing desk—the one that had been his
father's. And sometimes he would
take out the portrait—the bright
girlish face—and look at it, sigh, and
yet with a half gladness that the knife
was still sharp in tho old wound.
Celia Eingwood, the woman who
loved him, the woman he should have
married, had told him that time would
dull the pain. But time had not
dulled it, and he was glad. He had
given up ambition and friends and
dreams, the old life and tho old life's
hopes to shut himself up alone with
the daily plain duty—and his love
memory. And if the memory had
failed him, had grown dim, what
would have been left of him? Colia
Eingwood in her little lonely houso in
the market town, thought there might
be much.
Ho came to see her once a week and
talked about the parish. Once he had
been used to talk of the other woman ;
he did not mean to be cruel; she had
taken his confession of unfaithfulness
so calmly, and so gently begged to be
his friend, that he at once believed
she had never cared for him. But
such talk was over now. He had not
spoken of her now for years. Celia
began to think, almost to hope. Then
she looked in the glass at her faded
face, her pale hair, from which all
youth's colors had gono; and she
sighed a sigh that was half a shudder,
put on her demure bonnet and cloak
and went out through the rain to see
a child who was ill, becauso that was
her only easo for her heartache.
Miss Celia Ring wood was washing
up tho breakfast things—not, us all
geuteol people in stories seem to do,
in tho parlor, but in u workmanlike
manner in tho back kitchen. She had
just hung up tho tea cloth to dry,
when her heart stood still, and then
begun to beat violently. At thirty
eight one's heart can beat just as
quickly as it can at eighteen, and
much more plainly, if one hears a
certain footstep on tho threshold or a
certain hand on tho door-knocker.
"Good morning, James," she said
sedately. "This is an unusual and
pleasant surprise." Somo of the light
still lingered on her face, but tho rec
tor did not observe it; his own thin
faco was slightly flushed, und his gray
eyes were shining.
"May I como in?" he said. "I want
to talk to you."
She lod him into the little parlor—
spotlessly neat. Miss Celia instinc
tively turned the blind so that tho
sunshine should not fado the carpet,
and said:
"Well?"
"You've always been such a true
friend to me." ho said nervously.
4 'l've always told you everything."
4 'Yes," she said, and her heart knew
his errand even beforo he spoko.
44 Celia, her husband is dead, and she
has taken the Hall at Orlostone."
Celia Ringwood held out her hand
to him. Tho light went out suddenly
in her face, but it left tho kindly
mouth and eyes as ho had always seen
them, and one who had loved her
would havo noticed tho change.
"Only last night," he said, ,4 it
seemed to me there was nothing loft
in life but duty and the blessed faith
in tho life to come. But now—oh,
Celia! —I feel young again."
"Shall you ask her again to marry
you?" There was a harsh note in her
voice which she herself noted with
dismay. But he did not perceive it.
"Yes, of course," he said simply.
Miss Ringwood bit her lip.
"You aro very poor," she said, "and
Lady Mountdew is very rich. People
will say—she might think—"
44 You don't know Eva Mountdew,"
he said, proudly.
Celia was ashamed of her words be
fore ho had answered them.
She held his thin hand a moment
between her soft palms and looked at
him wistfully.
"Whatever happens," she said, "I
know you will not forget old friends."
Her voice trembled a little as she said
it.
"Dear Oelift," lie answered—and
some faint subconscious stirring of
remorse made his voice very gentle
and tender—
"Dear Celia, I am very solfish. You
havo been too patient with me; you
have spoiled me."
She laughed a littlo and took her
hands away.
4 'An old maid must have something
to spoil," she said. "If it had not
been you it would have been a cat or a
canary bird. When shall you see
her?"
"This afternoon. Sho has asked mo
to come up to tea. She has let the
Ashford people furnish a few rooms
and she is camping out, ns she calls it,
till the: rest of her furniture comes
from London."
Thero was a pause. Then he got up
suddenly, and began to walk up and
down the narrow spaco between the
door and the window, with knitted
brows and hands clasped behind him.
"Well?" said Miss Ringwood.
"It isn't that I doubt her con
stancy," he said, "but I don't know
whother it's fair. I'm old, you see,
nnd I havo grown dull. It is rather
like offering her the dry husk of—
of "
"Of what sho threw away fifteen
years ago."
"You aro unjust," he said.
"No, no; I didn't mean it, James.
Now you must go. I am very bu3y ;
and be sure you come iu and tell mo
about it. Yon need not bo afraid bo
causo your hair is gray. If she loved
you—well, good-by."
lie went off down tho street with a
new hopefulness in his step. When
he was gone Miss ,'Ringwood wont up
to her room; sho leaned her elbows
on the little white dressing table,
among tho prim wool mats and tho
little daily text-books, and looked
again at herself in the glass. Her eyes
were very sad, though no tears stood
in them. Presently a smile stirrodthe
corners of her mouth, where a dimple
still lingered.
"After all," she said to herself,
"sho is fifteen years older, too.''
Then sho blushed at the two femin
ine thoughts, and tho new color in
her cheeks became her so that she
turned away from the glass in confu
sion.*
"But ho is just tho sort of man not
to care how old any one was if he
loved them."
Then the pretty color faded quite
away, and Miss Ringwood went slowly
downstairs to cut out petticoats for
the Dorcas meeting that afternoon.
For four days Miss Ringwood looked
hourly for the rector. He had brought
his sorrows to her always; surely he
would bring his joy, too. Next morn
ing thero was a letter. It was not
from him; sho saw that while yet it
was iu the postman's hands, for sho
had been watching at tho window,
and had to run to the door when she
saw tho postman cross the road. It
was from his housekeeper.
"Please forgive the libertv,"itsaid,
after decent heading of address, dote
and "Honored Madam"—"but master
is very bad, and he says 'No doctors.'
He has been ailing these three days.
If you was to think fit to como over
you might persuade him for his good,
l'our obedient command, Emma AVell
ings."
"I'm going out," she criod to her
little maid, "at once."
The shortest way to the rectory lay
through the fields, and Miss Eingwcod
took it. She hurried on through the
koeu, sweet air, devoured by a burn
ing anxiety that consumed all self
consciousueß, all personal doubts and
dreams. When she saw the blue
smoke curling from tho red chimneys
of the rectory above tho laurels and
cypresses she quickened her paco,
stumbling a little now and then on
the rough pasture.
Tho housekeeper opened tho door.
"How is he?" Colin had to clear
her throat twice before tho words,
would como.
"Rut poorly," tho woman answered.
"Ho was out up at tho hall Tuesday ;
and all day Wednesday walking the
wet woods, as I well know by tho stato
his boots was in. And then he
coughs all night, ho does, and tho
next morning ho sends out his break
fast, and so it's gono on ; and he won't
lot mo send for the doctor—and—well,
yes; p'raps it 'ud bo better for you to
see him at once."
Celia clenched her hands as she went
in. Ho did not hear her open tho
door. He was sitting gazing into tho
lire with his head 011 bis lian-i aud his
elbow on his study table. His head
was bowed, and Cclia realized for the
first time that he was no longer young.
He looked, indeed, an old man.
She laid her hand on his arm and
ho started and looked at her with a
look of sudden joy aud tenderness she
had never hoped to see. But it faded
at once. "Ho did not know who it
was; ho thought it was—some ono
else," she said to herself, but not bit
terly.
"You are ill, and you never sent for
me. And you never came as you
promised," sho said, with only tho
gentlest reproach.
"I could not," ho spoke hoarsely,
and then a fit of coughing took him
and he sank back in his chair.
"But you are ill," she said. "I
must send for a doctor at once."
"But ho could do mo no good.
What nonsense it is!" ho went on ir
ritably. "Who told you I was ill?
I'm all right, only very tired."
"I'vo brought you some beef tea
and things."
His brows contracted. "Now, Celia,
I will not have it. There is nothing
tho matter with 1110." Tho grieved
look in her eyes stopped him.
"You always trusted me before."
"I did—l do—l will! Celia, I wont
to see her. It is all over. I have
wasted all my lifo on a shadow. Sho
never did care, I think. Sho did not
even know mo at first. Sho only
wanted to see tho parson about her
pew, and sent for him as sho sends for
anything else sho wants! Sho did not
know me at first, and—when she did.
1 lmvo thrown away life, and youth,
and hope, and love, everything, every
thing, for tho sake of a woman who
never was at all, except in my dreams
and my fancy. And there is nothing
left in life."
"Poor James!" sho said. She had
taken oil her prim bonnet and seated
herself near him. "But all our poor
people; you still have them to livo
for."
"That's what I keep saying to my
self, but all the sunshino is gone and
it looks such a long way to the end."
"But it is better to know the truth,"
she said, rather lamely.
"I don't know; I didn't realize be
fore and that is why I couldn't come
to you. Oh, Celia, you don't know—
I didn't know till just now—all that
you've been to mo all these years, ioul
but for my own folly and .madness you
might have been with me, close at my
side all these long, long years, for you
did love me once, didn't you, Celia?"
Sho was silent.
"At least," ho went on hesitatingly,
"if you had been my wife you would
havo learned to love me."
"Learned to love you! Oh, my
dear!"
Her tono thrilled him to tho soul.
Iler head was down 011 the arm of his
chair, and his hand very gently and
uncertainly touched her smooth, faded
hair.
"You didn't mean—why, Celia, my
dear, my dear!"
For her arms wero round his neck,
aud her face against his, and for that
one good minute the long years of sor
row seemed not too heavy a price.
"And now," said Miss Ringwood,
lifting from his shoulder a face that
had grown young and pretty again—
"and now perhaps you will take tho
beef tea!"— Quiver.
The Value ot Minutes.
A party of ladies and gentlemen
were lately visitiug a large carpet
manufactory, and tho manager took
them over tho tloors of tho establish
ment. On ascending ono of the stair
cases they came to a locked door, on
which the following inscription was
painted :
"Strangors not admitted under any
circunistaueeß."
Tho curiosity of tho ladies was ex
cited to a high pitch, aud they in
quired almost iu ouo breath: "What
ever is to bo seen inside?"
"That is ono of our workrooms in
which 150 women aro employed in em
broidering carpets," answered tho
manager.
"Ob, bow we should just liko to
have a peep at thein!" exclaimed the
ladies.
"I am very sorry I cannot comply
with your wish," said tbe gentleman,
with a shrug of his shoulders, "but
our rules do not admit of the slightest
exception. Truth to say, there is
nothing special to bo soon, nor is
there any question of trade secrets.
The reason that admission is forbid
den to strangers is becauso every
women naturally looks up, and her
attention is distracted from her work
for from one to five minutes. Sup
posing, now, each woman wastes a
couple of minutes in this way, that
will make in tbe case of 150 women a
loss to tbe firm of 300 minutes, or live
hours, and we cannot allow that."
Growing Appreciation ol Silence.
Even in children—and children arc
supposed to enjoy uoiso of the most
maddening kind—l can see the grow
ing appreciation of silence. A few
months ago, when wo escaped for u
while from tho din of tho town to the
quiet hamlet where I yearly recruit
my noise-shattered nerves, my little
girl of seven said on our first evening
in tho country: "Isn't it nice to listen
to tho silence?" Tho advance of tho
savago toward civilization is marked
by tho abatement of noise. Tho more
savago the tribo tho more noise it re
quires.—North American Review.
The Sample Has All flight.
As Burton, tho comedian, was trav
eling on a steamboat down tho Hud
son, he seated himself at tho table and
called for some beefsteak. The waiter
furnished him with a small strip of
tho urticlo, such as travelors are
usually put oft' with. Taking it up on
his fork and turning it ovor and ex
amining it with one of his peculiar, ser
ious looks, tho comedian coolly re
marked: "Yes, that's it; bring mo
some."—Detroit Froo Tress.
ONE TRAIN ROBBER'S WAY.
A PASSENGER'S EXPERIENCE
WITH EANDIT COOK.
The Gang Used Dynamite and
Robbed the Passengers Before
Tackling the Express Car.
JOHN W. SPRINGER, of Dallas,
Texas, was one of the passen
gers on the train that was
robbed by the Cook gang at
Wyback, Indian Territory. He is
ono of tho proprietor of the Clif
ton-Holstein cattle ranch, and ho tolls
to a New York Sun representative this
story of the way tho Cook gang did
its work:
"It was a full moonlight 'night, and
all tho passengers in tho sleeper
seemed asleep, whon of a sudden there
was a shriek from tho locomotive.
Down brakes was whistled. I looked
out and discovered that wo had been
side-trackod. The suddenness with
which tho train stopped caused us to
bump our heads against our berths.
Instantly there was a commotion and
fusillading on both sides of tho train.
Lifting my curtain I looked out,
and by tho light of tho moon I saw
standing by a tree, about thirty feet
from my window, a typical brigand,
with a white slouched hat. He had
pistols in his belt, daggers in his boot
legs, and a rifle in his hands. As he
stood in tho shadow of tho tree I saw
him raise his rifle and fire it several
time. Tho porter began to crawl on
tho oarpet.
"At that moment a dynamite bomb
exploded and blew away one end of
the platform of tho express car. A
fusillade followed. The passengers
now began to discuss tho possibility
of resistance, but as the plate-glass
windows and mirrors were crashed by
bullets, strewing tho floor of the
sleeper with debris, we decided that
discretion was tho better part of
valor.
"After discharging three dynamite
bombs without being able to bring tho
express messengers to torms, the des
peradoes announced that if they could
not capture the express car they could
clean up the passengers. According
ly, three knights of the rifle wero de
tailed to rob us. They captured a
passenger, a green country boy from
Indiana, and invited him to carry the
sack. Ho demurred, saying, 'l'm
afraid I'll bo shot.' He was induced,
however, to move on whou Bill Cook,
tho boss baudit, cocked his rifle and
put it at his head. As the robbers en
tered the various coaches aud discov
ered the men, women and children
dowu on the floor, under the seats,
and behind the stoves, they invited
every one of them to stand up aud face
the music.
"A general uprising followed, and
bands went in the air. Then the boss
robber paid his compliments to all
alike, beginning with the first seat.
After ho had gone all through the car
ho ordered the passengers to turn over
all the seats and 'reveal the boodle*
they had hidden. In the search that
followed two revolvers were found
safely tacked away under the cushion.
They belonged to two deputy United
States marshals who happened to bo
on board. Bill Cook drew his gun
and wanted to know how those re
volvers came there. The men solemnly
averred that they never owned revol
vers in their lives.
"The female passengers were noti
fied that they had bettor bo at home
attending to 'their babies thau cavort
ing up and down the country. Each
woman was invited to contribute to
the good of the cause, and all handed
over their watches, chains, rings,
bracelets, pins and money. Silver
seemed to predominate in the two
bushel sack, which was about half
full.
"Wo had no idea in the sleeper that
wo would be molested, and the porter
had taken the precaution to turn out
the lights, leaving us in darkness.
However, after about an hour's fusillade
(the robbers were tiring into the train
to keep down the spirits of the passen
gers), Bill Cook rapped in a deferen
tial manner at the door of the sleeper.
Again did ho rap, and failing to re
ceive an answer ho hammered on the
door with the butt of his gun, and in
a voice which seemed to mean busi
ness, yelled that if that porterdidn't
open up in three seconds ho would
blow up the car with dynamite. The
porter concluded that it was time the
door should be opened. Cook entered,
holding in his hand a stick of dynam
ite. Ho said:
"I'm looking for that little dude
conductor. If you don't trot him out
in just two seconds I'll kill every
mother's son of you in sight."
It is unnecessary to say that thero
were few, if any, in sight in tho
sleoper except Bill Cook, the porter,
and tho Hoosier, who carried tho sack.
The conductor, however, thought it
wise to show himself.
"How much stuff havo you got?"
Mr. Cook inquired, and the conductor
replied:
" 'About $lO or $50."
" 'Drop her in tho sack,' said Mr.
Cook, and the conductor did as he was
ordered.
"The chief of the brigands then had
the conductor inform him as to the
number of passengers. Having forced
tho conductor and portor to lino up in
front of him, he called to tho passen
gers to step out and 'sottle with tho
Captain.' I happened to bo the first
to be invited to come forward. As I
crawled out berth by the light
of a lantern dimly burning I saw tho
muzzle of a rilio pointed at me. It
wus held by a man who impressed me
as one that would as soon shoot down
a man as he would a dog. I asked him
what ho wanted, and he roplied: 'Your
stuff, and I want it quick.'
"I omptied my pocketbook of its
silver and bills, amounting to $lO or
sls, into tho sack, t had no sooner
done ao than I was invitod to go buck
to ray borth and 'git that gold -watch
out in jist threo minutes.' I lost no
time, and though ray watch was
hidden, I brought it forward. 1 was
about to unloose my diamond locket
from ray watch chain, but on the sug
gestion of Mr. Cook I let up on it, and
turned ovor the balance of my valu
ables to the robbers.
"The second man robbed was a New
York drummer, and thon came an
English tourist. As he marched to
the front in an abbreviated costume
he trembled like a leaf in an Oklahoma
cyclone.
" 'What will you 'nve?' ho inquired.
"Cook looked at him a moment.
" 'Pard,' said he, 'if you want to go
back to the Johnny Bulls, you'd better
divvy up. Put her in that Rack.'
" 'W'ero's the sack?'the Englishman
inquired.
"The sack was in front of him, largo
enough for an ox to jump into, but ho
seemed to have lost sight of every
thing for tho moment. Bill Cook in
dicated where the sack was, and the
English tourist dropped everything
into it, including his tooth brush.
"After linishing with the passen
gers, Cook lined up tho trainmen and
live or six of the passongers and their
gave the orders:
"Forward, march!"
"On they marched, the Hoo9ier
with tho sack keeping just in front of
the brigand. After tho sack had been
turned over to a
individual, who seemed to be tho
treasurer and general managor of tho
band, tho prisoners were drawn up in
line in front of tho express car, and
Cook then yelled to the messengers on
the inside that unless they opened up
that car every one of the prisoners
would bo shot down. On this informa
tion the expressman on tho inside of
tho car swung tho door wido open,
dropped his gun on Cook, and dis
charged four shots at him, which he
says undoubtedly took effect, as Cook
was seen to roll over and over on tho
ground.
"At that moment a train was heard
coming from Muscogee, which alarmed
the brigands, whoimmediatqjy mount
ed their horses and lied to tho hills.
It took HOIUO time to inspect tho train
and get it started, and it took some
more time for tho passengers to crawl
out of their hiding places. In tho
course of tho night, however, confi
dence was fully rostorod, and some of
tho passengers waxed very warm and
were heard to exclaim that if robbers
should show their laces aigain they
would get a hot reception. There
were now somo very bravo raeu, who
an hour before looked like dead men.
Tho Englishman suffered from dis
gust. He said:
" 'Gentlemen, doyo know, I cawn't
understand this blawsted country.
'Pon mo word, this was tho most un
gentlemanly performance I huvoever
experienced in my life." '
WISE WORDS.
A man's heart has many entrances.
Generosity thrives host in poor soil.
Money is a slim diet for u hungry
,hoart.
Nature christens tho Uowor3 with
idrops of dew.
Molasses may catch flies, but it
won't catch spiders.
A fool is a great man who can raise;
a tempest in a teapot.
No night was over yet so dark that
morning did not come.
Everything a man likes to do u
woman can provo is wicked.
Tho crank's methods are naturally
more or less revolutionary.
Whilo one is studying ho should not
forgot to do somo thinking.
Envy is ono of tho most oxponsivo
exercises ono can indulge in.
A'good man finds something pain
ful even in tho downfall of his rival.
It seems that tho good points of
somo people have all boen broken off.
Thero is ono thing colder than tho
tomb—a room warmed by a grato
tire.
Tho bettor men and women know
each other tho less they say about
ideals.
Nothing seems very terriblo to a
woman if it is committed in the name
of love.
The messenger boy goes slow bo
cause ho is determined not to run out
of a job.
Honesty has a disposition to swag
down in tho middle if too much gold
is loaded on it.
The longest pole won't knock tho
persimmons unless tho right kind of a
man has hold of it.
The only time a man of experience
takes his wife into his confidence is to
tell her ho is not making money.
There was a time when a man who
was hard up tried to hide it, but thero
is no such thing as hiding it now.
Tho women do not rob birds' nests
of eggs, but they use tho birds after
they are hatched to ornament their
hats.
The First Poslago Stamp.
Parisian stamp coliectors have been
discussing the question whether tho
English stamp of 1810, called tho
Rowland Hill stamp, is really tho old
est in existence, and the conclusion
arrived at is opposed to this view.
They claim that tho first French stamp
dates from nearly two centuries
earlier, in 1053. In that year people
used to buy at the Palais de Justice,
iu Paris, "billets do port paye," or
carriage-paid tickets, with which tho
carriage of letters for any place within
tho capital could bo prepaid. Ono of
theso tickets is Haiti to be in the pos
session of M. Feuillet do Conches. It
was used by Pellisson, the famous
Minister and academic.nn, on a letter
addressed by him to Mile. Scudery,
tho no less famous romance writer.—
London News.
DO YOU WANT?
I)o you want somo roal estate,
Or a box of paper collars?
Do you lack a chicken coop
Or a pocketful of dollare?
Make on ad—mako an ad.
Do you want a billy goat?
Would you sell a houso and lot?
Want to rent a lumber yard
Or a tea or coffee pot?
Mako an ad—mako an a<b
ITave you got a horse to trade.
Or a stovepipe, or a boll, 4
Or a gold mine, or a store,
Or a block of stock to sell?
Make an ad—make nn a-1.
—Frintors' Ink.
HUMOR OF THE DAY.
Never try to mako game of a tamo
duck.
A long head is a great help in pre
venting a long faco.
Put a beggar on horseback and he'll
run into debt.—Puck.
Charity covers a multitudo of sins;
justice uncovers them.
No one has as much money as poo
ple imagino.—Atchison Globe.
Of all tho sad words to scribbling cranks.
Tho saddost are those, "Declined with
thanks."
—Truth.
A word to tho wiso is sufficient—es
pecially if they have chips on their
shoulders.
She—"Do yon believe marriage is a
mistake?" He—"No; I am. a bach
elor." —Puck.
Somo "jokes" nro so utterly bad
that, they are actually good.—Now
York Tribune.
Gushing is excusable in immature
girls and oil wells.—Pittsburg Chron
icle-Telegraph.
Kitty—"Oh, Mr. Flirtly is so ten
der, isn't ho?" Judith —"Yes—pre-
tendor."—Detroit Free Pross.
"Do you think Elsie will take her
millionaire for better or worse?"
"No; for more or less."—Puck.
Never judge a man by the clothc3
ho wears; form your estimato from
the clothes his wife wears.—Puck.
Tho mau who has attained a high
position must not think himself ex
empt from the force of gravitation. P
Ono of tho sweetest things in neck
ties is a truo lovo knot made by tho
girl's own hands.—Philadelphia Times.
Lifo is real, lifo is earnes*,
And tho moments speo l away,
In a manner far too rapl l
Wiion wo have a note to pay.
—Detroit Free l'ress.
Tho man with nobody to caro for is
quito as badly off as the man with no
body to caro for him. —Galveston
Nows.
When a mau makes a success of any
thing, the conceit of other men is so
great that they think thoy can do just
as well.—Atchison Globe.
When man begins to climb too fast
With all his heart and soul,
Invariably he finds at last
He's climbed into a hole.
If you could condense tho wisdom of
agos into a single short sentence, you
couldn't got a young mau to remember
it for five minutes after ho starts out
in tho world.—Puck.
"This shape doesn't socm to bo us
becoming as a small bat; do you
think so?" Milliner—"Oh, my, yes.
You can't see how much of your face
it covers up."—Chicago Inter-Ocean.
I knocked at tho door of her g.mtle heart,
Which I hal so longed to win,
And she came in respmso to my timid
knock,
But she never nsko 1 me in.
—Detroit Free Pro3S.
Harry—"Do you enjoy tho idea of
marrying a man reputed to boas miser
ly as your tianco is?" Maud—"Oh,
yes! Don't you soo that the dear fol
low will bo saving enough for us
both!"— Puck.
Tho lady was making some remarks
about the kind of clothes somo other
ladies at church had on. "The finest
garment a woman can wear," said her
husband, "is tho mantle of churity."
"Yes," she snapped' "and it's about y
the only one some husbands want their
wives to wear." —Detroit Free Press.
Why the Girls Giggled.
At a place of worship in North Lon
don a funny incident occurred on a
recent Sunday, A young man who
carried a collecting plate after tho ser
vice, before starting put his hand in
his pocket and placed, as ho supposod,
a shilling into tho plate, and thon
passed it around among tho congrega
tion, which included many young and
pretty girls. Tho girls, as they looked
on the plate, all seemed astonished
and amused, and the young man, tak
ing a glauce at tho plate, found that
he had put instead of a shilling a con
versation lozenger on the plate, with
the words, "Will you marry me?" in
red letters staring everybody in the
face, whilo ono of tho congregation
had capped it by a second lozenger,
on which was priuted, "Name tho
day."—London Weekly Telegraph. *
Big Hive Full ol Honey.
Mrs. John Welsh, of tho town of
Suamico, Wis., has obtained between
400 and 500 pounds of honey in a sin
gular manner. Her boy, Philip,
whilo in the woods, observed the mark
of claws upon a dead tree, and, think
ing to tiud a wildcat, cut it down. It
proved to be a bee tree, and fifteen or
sixteen feet of its length was filled
with honey. The tree was about
threo feet in diameter, and tho shell
was only about threo inches thick.
Tho comb was not broken, but was iu
fivo sections, each tho length of fif
teen or sixteen feet. The good lady
procured a washtub full of chilled
bees and several tubs of honey. The*
boy is still after the animal with claws
that was feeding upon tho honey.—
Milwuukoc (Wis,) J our mil.