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Among tho new postoffices estab
lished in Washington State, noted by
tho Chicago Record, aro Pysht, Quit
lagnettc, Utsaladdy and Kliskitat.
It is said in tho New York Recorder
that until the year 189 d, no colored
man over served on a jury in Maine.
W. A. Johnson, of Rangor, is the pio
neer.
The Sioux Indians proposo to raise
by popular subscription a fund for
tho erection of a monument to their
Chief, Tron Nation, who died recently
on tho reservation near Chamberlain,
South Dakota. Iron Nation had been
a prominent figure in Sioux affairs for
sixty years.
Queerer suit at law was never
brought than that of H. Magill against
the OBage Council. Magill was going
through tho reservation when tho In
dians caught and tied him, out his
hair and hold a war danco round him.
Ho sues for SI 0,000, aud tho Council
offers §SOO to settle.
Scotch banks will nt nn early\uto
rciluco the interest on deposits to one
[JOT cent., tho lowest over pakl. The
managers state that they are com
pelled to tnko this course because tho
English banks are only paying one
half per cent. They also say that
they ncvor experienced such difficulty
in reinvesting money.
A new languago lias just been added
to tho Biblo Society's list, bringing
up tho total number to over 320. This
time, as in somo other recent in
stances, tho new version is for Africa.
It is n translation of tho gospel of S:.
Matthew into Ivisukuma, the languago
of tho Basukuma people, whose coun
try lies immediately south cf Lake
Victoria Nyanza.
Tho vaunted protection of the seals
in Alaskan water is a myth, in tho
opinion of tho New York Mail and Ex
press. Secretary Carlisle reports that
121,143 wero killed by pelagic soiiers
last year. This statement lias caused
u suggestion to bo made in Congress
that tho Government undertake (ha
slaughter of the remaining seals, esti
mated to number 450,030, aud sell tho
tkins, which avouhl bo valued at $lO,-
000,000 if properly cured. It is
strange that the two greatest Govern
ments in tho world cannot protect tha
seals. Possibly there is somo reason
not apparent on the surface why this
is so.
Dr. Cliauncey M. Dopew in a rccont
interview in predicting 18')5's pro
gress in railroading, very pertinently
stated : "Take, for instance, tho New
York Central ltuilroad. Our trains
might almost bo termed flashes of
lightning, but thoir rate is not a eir
cumstanco to tho speed wo arc now
aiming at. 'Then there is tho matter
of safety. I ueed not assure you that
tho safety of passengers is the most
important thing a railroad man has to
with. This coming year we expect to
attain w hat some peoplo may consider
a chimera—nnmcly, pcrfoot freedom
from risk in tho transportation of hu
man beings by rail. We have, we be
lieve, solved the problem, and that, I
should say, will make 1895 an un
equaled year in railroading. In tha
fur as in tho near future, romantio
things aro done, or nro being pro
jeotod. A tunnel to tho summit of
tho Jungfrau is one of tho things pos
sible. Tho Trans-Siberian Railway
and tho South African line to lilashon
aland are two projects on tho edgo of
tho futuro—tho former nlready under
way—und tho poetry of railroading
will be experienced in tho new rush of
railroad building certain to ensue in
Japan when tho Chinesownr indemnity
is paid—which will certainly happen
in 1895."
uo not wnsto nil your wind calling
for help.--Galveston News.
THE ROUNDELAY OF THE YEAR.
Dying winter cowers
By the smouldering flro.
What cares he for flowers
That bud for tho spring's desire,
While over his end draws nigher?
Welladay
For Y*sterday
Is the season's roundelay!
In her nest of leaves-
Over thick for breath—
The spent springtide grieves
At the doom tho south wind saith,
The summer wind of her death.
Welladay
For Yesterday
Is the season's roundelay!
For her lost delight
Summer makoth moan.
Autumn scales tho hoight
With her scarlet flag outblown—
Farewell to the swallow flown!
Welladay
For Yesterday
13 the season's rouudelayl
Autumn's trembling hold
Lets his gray cloak fall,
over him weak and old
Drops tho wintor's icy pall!
And this is the end of all.
Welladay
ForYestorday
Is the seas en's roundelay!
Nay, tho season dies
But to live anew!
Next year's swallow flies
Where the last year's swallow flow,
Far up in tho sunuy blue!
Soize To-day
That fleets away
Is tho season's roundelay!
—Mrs. Osgood, in Youth's Companion.
A WOMAN'S KISS.
r>,, /T7 BS. MAINE was
| j j I thinking, as seri
-11 ously as sho could
( ever think at all,
of marrying again.
/Spu-% was a young
] and pretty widow,
,il/ and when she first
appeared in the
w conventional
f-'y weeds that so
1 poiutodly indieato
die presonce of grief for a departed
husband, London went quite mad
ibout her. Pair women whoso sponses
were still hale und hearty took to go
ing out in lilaek crape ball dresses,
ilul for a timo colors becamo almost
aufashiouablo. lint when tho ap
pointed year of mourning had run its
jourse, Mrs. Maine lot oIF wearing
olaelt with ft light heart. Sho was
passionately found of bright things,
af gay music, ol' the frivolities that are
lupposed to make life endurable. She
put away her sombre gowns, and in a
ihort tnno had almost forgotten that
!ho bad ever been married. Her bus
land had possessed a fortune and au
inherited weakness of tho lungs. Ho
lied of the latter, and bequeathed to
aer the former. Now, when sho
ehanced to think of him, she not un
naturally blessed his memory.
Her freedom was absolutely com
plete. Sho could go into a nunnery
Dr dunce tho can-can, whichover sho
chose. She did neither, precisely,
but visited tho playhouses; was often
to Vie seen with lively little parties
sipping at the Savoy, drove down very
frequently to Hurlingham or Rane
lagb, and spent her days and nightß
In society, desiring nothing better,
perfectly satisfied and perfectly suc
cessful. .Everybody called her a dear
little womau, und the only luxury that
she could not command was an enemy.
This sort of thing went on until she
wus twenty-eight. Life was certainly
real to her, but it was never earnest.
It was a jingle of music, a ring-o'-bells,
a masked ball without a midnight of
unmasking, a battle in which tho only
weapons were flowers. She enjoyoll
it all immensely until she was twenty
eight, and then acertuiu wcariuoss be
gan to creep over her and to frighten
lier. Sho was forced to realize, with
a strong reluctance, that among her
many possessions she numberod the
bizarre capacity for tiring of accus
tomed things, which has wreokod so
many lives and wrinkled so many faces.
Her frivolous friends bored her. She
vas passing into another period—was
bending to listen to fresh voicos.
A lovo of fame, and of those who
possessed it, woke slowly in her heart.
She had never been a social Diana,
never a huntress tracking down lions.
When she had met great mon, or men
reputod great, she had likeil thorn to
worship hor ; sho had never dreamed
of worshiping them, llut one season
in hor set it became the fashion to ad
mire effort and sit at tho feet of ac
complishment rather than of boiuty
or of money; and when her set got up
Mrs. Maine remained in the posturo
of worship. Henceforth ska loved
only to bo with thoso who had done
something, or wero in course of doing
something. Sho gave up going to
balls and began to search about in her
mind for talents.
Could not she do something too—
write a story, paint a picture, cause a
world to weep or lnugh or gape at
some dood of hers? She was tired of
being known as a beanty. Compli
ments paid to lier features fatigued
her. She wanted peoplo to adore her
mind ; that they found it difficult to
do so was a source of annoyatico to
her. Only when she had made an ef
fort in literature aud failed did she
become less egotistical. Her vauity
evaporated like a little gray mist, aud,
unable to he a successful writer hor
self, sho was at last content to livo iu
tho work of others. Sho was resolved
to havo a salon and to inspire talent
to iqighty deeds. Rising mon at
tracted lier groatly, and she surround
ed herself with them, impregnating
their atmosphere of expectation with
the less exciting and calmer atmos
phere of power and dignity that ema
nates from the fully risen.
Men, both rising and risen, admired
and appreciated her for her beanty
and her sympathy, but there was one
who loaruod to feel far more than ad
miration, and he was the immediate
cause of Mrs. Maine's serious mood
to-day. Hiß name was Roger Slade,
and ho was an artist, very celebrated
and very picturesque. Ho was also
intensely ambitious, and not disin
clined to add a successful mnrriage to
tho weapons with which ho intended
to fight, and completely conquor, the
world.
Mrs. Maine sat alone now in her
delicate drawing room—a whito draw
ing room, with au ivory carpet,
snowy rugs and quantities of white
Dresden—thinking how very cele
brated and how very picturesque he
was. Tho day was foggy and cold.
Pedestrians slipped on the pavements,
lost their tempers and their way.
Battalions of filthy torchbearers
screamed husky offors of assistance.
Omuibuß horses tumbled down and re
fused tumultuously to get up. The
cries of skaters came faintly from the
ornamental water in St. James's
Park.
And Mrs. Maine sat by her fire,
very warm and snug, but very grave.
She WHS considering U weighty matter.
"I wonder what I had better do?"
she thought, glancing down at a note
that she held in her hand. "I wonder
what I really want to do?"
And she read the noto again for
quito the sixth time. It was very short
and very plain spoken :
"Savilio Club, Piccadilly, Jan. 11, 189—.
"My Dear Mrs. Maine: Will you bo sur
prised at this lottery I hardily think so. Yon
must havo divined iolig ago tho state of my
feelings towards you, and, indeed, you have
encouraged mo to believe that I could make
your life happier and more complete than it
lias hoeii since you wore left comparatively
alone among your troops of friends. I ask
you to marry me, since I love you dourly.
Can you givo yourself to me? To-morrow,
at 5 o'clock, I will call to reeeivo your an
swer. If you instruct your servaui to say,.
"Not at home," I shall understand that I am
refused, but see mo, dear friend, uinLioll mo
that yoa wili ho to mo in tho future some
thing dearer still—my inspiror, my wife.
Yours always, liuoEii SIADE."
Tho noto was liko tho man, Mrs.
Maine thought—grave, restrained, but
very siucore, very straightforward. As
sho read it she recalled tho liour past
iu which tho artist had loomed so large
a iigure. Yes, it was true, she had
given him every reasou to hope. Sho
had ' singled him out from the crowd
who surroundod her and led him on to
love her.
Did she love him? She thought so.
"What shall I do? ' Sho murmured.
"Ho is coming for his answer at 5"
sho looked ut the clook—"in a quarter
of au hour. If I say 'Not at homo' he
will tuke it as a refusal. Shall I be
iu?" She smiled softly at tho fire.
"1 think I will."
Just at that moment there came a
ring at tho bell, and Mrs. Maine
started up. "He is more than punc
tual," sho thought as sho cast a hasty
glance into tho mirror in order to
have tho customary satisfaction of
knowing that she was looking her best.
There wero steps outside, and the
butler opened the door; but it was not
the artist who followed him. A thin
woman, with a light fringe worn very
low on her forehead, gray eyes, and
an unsmiling expression, outered
slowly.
Mrs. Maino tried to hide tho disap
pointment that she felt. "How good
of yon to come through the fog to see
me, Belle!" she said. "Sit here by
tho flro and I will give you some tea."
Her friend Bit down dreamily, and
remarked: " Whom wero you expect
ing, dear?"
"How could I expect anybody upon
such a day?"
"And it was a man: I know that
by your look into the glass. '
"Really, Belle, you are too obser
vant. And suppose it was? What
then ?"
Belle de Rinskilooked nt Mrs. Maine
critically, and continuod : "Why, you
aro actually blushing! Surely you aro
not expeoting a lover to como to you
through the fog?"
The young widow laughed a little
unensily. What if I said a future hus
band?"
"Aud he is coming?"
"At 5 o'clock."
"Iu ten minutes. So you aro posi
tively thinking of marrying again!
How extraordinary!"
"I scarcely see why. Do you in
tend always to remain a widow— the
richest, tho most independent widow
iu London, as I heard you called only
yesterday?"
Tho other waived tho question with
a quiet deliberation that was charac
teristic of her, aud put another : "May
I not hear his name?"
Mrs. Maine hesitated for a moment.
Thou sho answered : "Well, you are
groat friend, aud you probably have
guessed it already. Why should I
not tell you? It is your old friend,
Roger Slade."
The Comtesse de Rinski put her tea
cup down with a sudden movement
that caused a clatter of china.
"Yos, a little more tea, plcaso," sho
said. "And I liko it strong. Roger
Slxde—that is u curious choice. So
he hao proposed to yon?"
"Only by letter. Ho is coming to
day for his answer, at 5 o'clock. If I
say 'Not at home,' he will take it for
a, refusal."
"Really. And you will say"—
" 'At home,' I think."
The Couutesse looked at tho clock
thoughtfully and sippod her strong
tea.
"And so iu five minutes you mean
to make up your mind fo relinquish
your liberty," sho said in oven tones.
"Well, why not? Wo women are the'
strangest creatures, certainly. Tbero
will be an eruption of piotures pres
ently upou tho walls of the exhibi
tions; Mrs. Slado as Venus, as Ariaduo,
as I'sychu; portrait of the artist's
wife, by R. Slade, A. R. A. You will
lie a pretty model. Yes. It is much
' the same thiug. I suppose his carn
| estuess will never bore you. Ho is a
good fellow, but ho is terribly in
earnest."
"I liko that. There is a depth in
his gravities, not dullness. Yes, I know
I like that." *
"But severe earnestness at break
fast, at afternoon tea, in ono's opera
box—might not that prove trying?"
Mrs. Maine considered. "I don't
know. I havo hardly thought about
it. He only wroto to mo this morn
ing."
"And you will say 'yes' without a
moment's consideration? After all,
if you love him you are are quite
right."
" I think I do," Mrs. Maino said,
a little doubtfully. "1 think I
shall."
Tho Comtesso do Rinski took a
tiny roll of bread and butter and re
marked: "Thoy say his prices are
going down."
Mrs. Maino frowned slightly. "Im
possible," she said. "Why, ho is at
the very height of fame."
"Yes, he is very celebrated. In the
old days it used to bo ouco a colebrity
always a celebrity; but now people
can riso and fall while you cau say
one. At Lambe's gallery in Old Bond
street they declare that his popularity
is 011 tho wane. If that bo truo, no
wonder ho stretches out his hands for
consolation. Lovo is often an ex
cellent crutch for hobbling ambi
tion—"
"But—but—"
"You would rather sharo his glory
than sooth his dark hour. Ah, Kitty,
that is so liko you."
"No, Belle, you are wrong. But a
waning celebrity is uut to bo irrita
able."
4 'One can always calm irritation
with affection. And ho is quite good
looking. Kitty, dear, I congratu
late you."
Mrs. Maine got up from her sofa
restlessly and walked about the room,
puttiug one or two of the white oruua
ments that rosted on the whito velvet
over-mantel straight, fidgeting with
the silk cushion, stirriug the iiro that
already blazed brightly enough.
"Perhaps your congratulations aro
premature," sho said.
"Why? I thought from your man
ner that you had quite decided."
"I mean to decide by to-night."
"But that is rather hard upon him,
isn't it? If you let him in this after
noon of courso ho will believe that
you intend to accept him."
"And if I don't?"
"He will think ho is refused."
"I can wiito and explain to-night
ono way or tko other."
"But meanwhile ho will bo in mis
ery."
Mrs. Maine did not look ill-pleased
at the idea. "Yes, poor fellow," she
said. "But if I accept him after all,
his eventual joy will bo the greater.
Besides, Belle, you aro right. I must
have a little time for consideration.
Men always are in such n hurry."
4 That is true," said the eomtesso,
puftmg her whito teacup down care
fully.
Just then the clock chimed five, and
almost simultaneously there a
ring at the hall door bell.
"There ho is," said tho eomtesso.
"Will you 800 him? Bocauso if sol
will go at once."
She stood up, with her gray eyes
fixed upon her friend.
But tho latter opened tho drawing
room door, and called softly to the
footman: "Somers, say, INot ut
home.' "
44 Yes, ma'am."
"And let mo know at once who
called."
"Yes. ma'am."
Tho hill door opened and shut, and
a moment later tho man entered with
a card. It bore the iiamo of Roger
Blade, and in tho corner was scribbled
in pencil, "P. P. C." -
Mrs. Maine took the card thought
fully. "Poor fellow !" sho said. "But
perhaps I may make him happy to
night. Ob, you are not going, Belle?"
44 Yes, dour, I must run away, after
all. I have just remembered another
call I meant to pay close by."
"You will puss him in your car
riage, perhaps. Do peep aud tell mo
if ho is looking sad. Writo this even
ing and toll mo."
"I will. Good-by, darling."
And sho kissed Mrs. Maine and went
out across the hall to her carriage.
As soon as Belle had gone, Mrs.
Maine went upstairs, ordered hor car
riage, to tho dismay of her coachman,
and wrapped herself in furs.
"Drive to Laiubo's Gallery, iußoud
stroet," sho said, as sho got into tho
brougham.
With some difficulty tho coachman
found his way there, and Mrs. Maine
entored tho gallery, and, under the
pretoxt of choosing some etchings,
enterod into conversation with one of
tho attendants, a polite young man,
whoso ono desire in life seemed to bo
to ailord his employer's customers ex
clusive iuformation ou all matters con
nected with art.
4 4 You haven't any pictures by Roger
Slado for sale at presont, I suppose?"
sho askod eventually, with an affecta
tion of careloss indifferenco that she
was far from fooling.
No, they had none just then, she
was told.
4, 1 hear his prices aro goiug up,'
Mrs. Maiuo continuod warm Iv.
To her surprise aud delight the
young man acquiesced. Mr. Slade's
fame was increasing rather thuu dimin
ishing in tho art world, ho declared.
Thero was a tremendous run on all his
work, and dealers were quite prepared
to pay very largo sums for tho small
est outcome of hi 3 talent.
This was all that Mrs. Maine desired
to know, and slio drove homo well
pleased, but a triilo puzzled.
"I wonder how Belle came to make
such a mistake!" she thought. 'There
is evidently nothing of the waning
celebrity about my lover."
She picked up his card again in the
drawing room, and smiled ai she
looked at the "P. P. C." in the cor
ner.
I "I wonder what he felt like when
he stood on my doorstep and wrote
those three letters?" she said to hor
self. "Well, after dinner I will sit
down and write him a note that will
put him out of his misery. I wonder
if Belle saw him as sho was going
away, and whether sho will sendicund
to tell mo how he looked.
But no communication arrived from
the Comtesso de Rinski, and Mrs.
Maine could only go on wondering.
It was just after 9 o'clock when sho
sat down to write to the artist. She
had thought things thoroughly over
and had made up her mind that she
was tired of being a widow, and that
Roger Slado would bo tho ideal hus
band ; handsome, affectionate, and,
best of all, completely succesful. Yet,
she was assured of that last and most
important fact now, and tho assur
anco mado her eyes glitter with eager
ness and her cheeks flush, as sho
picked up a pen and drew a sheet of
paper towards hor.
"My dear Mr. Slade," sho wrote,
and then sho was interrupted by tho
entrance of tho footinau with a salver.
"A note for you, ma'am, "ho said.
"There is no answer."
Mrs. Maine took it up and saw that
the addross was in Roger Slade's hand
writing.
Sho smiled. "He has reconsidered
his 4 P. P. C.,' " she thought, "and
written again to beg mo to marry him.
How he loves mo !" And she tore the
note open and road it swiftly:
Dear Mrs. Maine: As I was leaving youi
door this afternoon, after receiving your re
ply to my letter. I encountered your friend,
the Comtosse do Bin.sk •, who told ino she had
just been with you. She drove me home, and
somehow I was inovod to toll her of my
trouble—a trouble that I have put awuy from
mo now, I hope, forever. Although she stood
up for you In your strange and—forgive m*j
for saying it—cruelly heartless conduct to
wards me as a friend should, I could—well,
to make a long story short, I asked her t<;
give it to me for all time. At first she re
fused absolutely; sho said that it was impos
sible, after what I had just told her. But at
last sho consontod to bo my wife—out of pity,
perhaps. Yet pity often grows into love. She
is a true Woman. Give mo your congratula
tions. That is all I ask of you. Yours
sincerely, UOOEK BLADE.
Mrs. Mai no stood still by tho table
with the letter in her baud ; hor face
was very whito. Then sho let it slip
to tho iloor as sho murmured with
trembling lips: "A tru3 womaul
Yos, and tho richest widow in Lon
don !"
A new thought seemed to strike her,
and she shuddered as if with cold, as
she added in a whisper: "And she
kissed mo as she wont!"—Loudon
World.
"Dingbats."
Tho Boston Journal gives various
theories as to the meaning of the
word "dingbats." Ono writer, who
spent his boyhood in Maiue, thinks it
means to spunk, bocauso his mother
when gotting ready to use the slipper
threatened to put the "dingbats" on
him. From Wilbraham Acadomy
comes tho explanation that it menus
the breakfast biscuit, which the
students disposo of by sticking it to
tho under side of the table, throwing
it at tho heads of other students or
eating it. A Connecticut pupil states
that to recoive punishment at tho
hands of the teacher is known as
4 'getting the dingbats." Two Phila
dolphiaus agree that it moans money,
as in the sentence "I've got the ding
bats for it." But New Hampshire
agrees with Maine that it means
spanking, and so tho majority appears
to side with tho maternal slipper. It
is from such * 'little acorns" that tho
tall tree of our almost cosmopolitan
language has grown. Wo got "blizzard"
from the West, "ku-klux" from tho
South, "boom" from tho ambitious
cities, "crank" from the eccentric
minds in every part of tho country,
"pantata" from Italy, and "chalitza"
from Russia. "Dingbats" is going to
be a great convenience.
Resistance of the Body to Cold.
At the meeting of the French
Academy of Sciences M. Piotet de
scribed his experiments on tho radia
tion of heat from the human body at
low tern pel aturc, Hays La Nature.
After covering himself with furs ho
placed himself in a huge tube whose
temperature could bo reduced as low
as 130 degrees C. His head alouc re
mained outside, as tho respiration of
air as cold as this would be seriously
injurious. As low as fifty degrees the
furs arrostod radiation, which fact ex
plains tho resistance to cold exhibited
by polar animals. Beyond seventy
degrees tho heat traversed tho furs,
but tho skin felt no sensation of cold,
jAs a moans of defense nature excites
internal phenomena of combustion
| and digestion. In fact, in four
minutes tho sensation of hunger be
gan to bo felt. Mr. Pictet asserts
that by this means ho was cured of
dyspepsia, from which ho had suffered
for several years, eight sittings in a
tubo cooled down to 110 degrees
sufficing for tho purpose.
Chinese Generals Criticised.
Of tho Chiueso Generals, some have
been decapitated in person, some by
proxy, others both ways, the Com
mander-in-Chief is in bod, and Hwang
Cbao, Weiju, aud Okaug, together
with other officers of high rank, liavo
hiddon thomsolves. The gallant Snug
remains, likewise General Nioh, !o plus
brave dos braves, and they are utoudily
engaged in devastating Manchuria
uuder tho impression that it is tho
enemy's country. General Tsao has also
been seen about, with 4000 men ; thero
is real heroism in a Chinoso general
who lots anybody know whore •ho is
just now. A battle ia considered im
minent, but it will hardly be a very
big affair. Tho Chinese commaiider.?
take good care not to concentrate,
which is probably a wise policy, as
their troops are better fitted for ir
regular operations. So aro they.—
Pall Mall Gazotte.
SHARP GIRL DETECTIVES.'
! THEY CAN SPOT A SHOPLIPTE3 AT
A GLANCE.
People Who Pilfer by Wholesale—
Tricks of the Professionals—Len
ient to First Offenders.
V \ ( T E have to resort to all
\/\/ sorts of disguises to
V w Kct even with the shop
lifters," n girl detec
tive said to a New York Sun reporter.
"They get so that they know us, and
are careful to be on their good be
havior when we're around, so we
change our dresses, hats and coats,
and tho way wo fix our hair, in order
to fool them. Often wo stand right
close to thein in the crowd and they
don't recognize us."
"Wo arc always dressod as if we had
just come in from tho street," said hor
companion, "and no one ever takes
us to be connected with tho storo at
all. I fixed myself up as an old wo
man once, with speotacles, grizzly
hair, a scoop bonnet, anil an old
shawl, and hobbled along for several
squaros behind two women whom wo
suspected of taking things, but whom
we had no real evidence against. Sure
enough they took the things to a cer
tain fence in Ludlow street, which
eomo time after the polico raided.
Beveral articles belonging to tho stock
hero were found among tho stolen
goods that thoy hadn't boon able to
sell.
"We'ro instructed to be very par
ticular about making arrests," she
went on. "Tho Superintendent says
says he would rather have a hundred
guilty pooplo go unpunished than huvo
one innocent person accused ; besides,
if falsely accused, the parties oould sue
the house for heavy dumuges. Wo
never acouso any one, no mutter how
much we mny suspect, until wo actual
ly see something stolou. I'voTbeen de
tective in this store nearly ten years,
and l'vo got so that I can tell a shop
lifter almost at first glance. I judge
from tho uneasy way they roll their
eyes around, from the motion of their
fingers, and the way they move their
hands. They assume various disguises.
Nearly all the professionals that wo
arrest have pawn tickets somewhere
about them, and thoy try to get rid of
these in all sorts of ways so that we
don't got hold of them. One girl
chewed up a pawn ticket nud swallowed
it, and was chewing up fmother when
wo found out what she was up to. An
other girl had two rings in her mouth
which she had taken from tho jewelry
counter."
"There aro lots of people who take
things without so good un excuse—
women and men who want to dress up
to tho mark and haven't got tho money
to reach it. Two girls wero caught
here not long ago just loaded up with
ribbons and lace, fancy pins, buckles,
gloves, and such things. Tho way in
which they had stowed away stuff in
their stockings and various othor hid
ing places was a caption. Among tho
odd articles found in tho stocking of
one girl was a bottle of whisky. It
was crammed in and then tiod tight to
keep it from slipping. A bottle of
cologno was fixod in the samo way.
Those girls said they had stolen ribbon
beforo, and promised that if wo would
let them off they would tell us of com
panions of theirs who they knew did
the same thing. They said that they
belonged to respectable people. I
went to tho address thoy gnvo, a fow
days later, and found that the family
was respeotable, and, after keeping
them in suspense awhile, wo agreed
uot to make a case against them."
JJJ"Did you over see a shoplifter's
skirt?" asked the male detective, and
then he showed tho reporter a singu
lar-looking garment which had been
taken off a shoplifter, and which was
kopt by tho firm to be produced in
court. "Tho woman who hn.l this
skirt—this kick, as thoy call it—on
had forty-eight different articles in
her possession, stolen from this store.
She was walkiug in tho Btreet about
two blocks away when we overtook
hor. Hero is a list of tho things she
had managed to secrete: Nino pairs
of kid gloves, six pocketbooks, live
pairs of mitts, six pairs of stookings,
pins, one pulley for a wash lino, u
lock, three knife rosts, two plates,
four bells, two pairs of scissors, ouo
can opener, ono glass pitcher, ear
rings, one Bmall basket, one small
clock, ono nlouso trap, and two oil
burners; sl6 worth in all."
The skirt was simply a black calico
walking skirt, with a donblo lining
fastened firmly to tho outsido nt tho
bottom and secured at tho waist with
twostroug belts. There were capacious
opeuings at convenient poiuts, and
the skirt was worn beneath an outside
skirt, which had a long slit in tho full
pleats to correspond with tho opening
in the garment beneath.
"What do men select to steal?"
asked tho reporter.
"Usually gloves, perfumery, nock-
rings, silk handkerchiefs, hosiery.
Wo round a fine-looking man ono day
getting away with §ls worth of
poekotbooks, gloves, and bottles of
cologne. Men have so many inside
and outside i>ockets that they can
tuck away a great deal. A singular
case is that of an old man who proved
to bo in tho employ of u railroad com
pany in Now Jersey. Ho frequently
buys goods here, and yet ho seems un
able to resist cabbaging things occa
sionally. He takes such articles as
pills, corn cures, potash troches, bot
tles of phosphate and tonics. A fa
vorite trick of tho woman professional
is to bring a baby with her. Under
tho baby's skirts no end of things can
bo concealed.
"A baby's clothes can hido more
than a shawl," Baid ono of tho girl de
tectives. "A woman got away with a
good-sized looking glass, a basket,
three blocks of ribbon, and over so
muny pairs of glovos—slo.so worth of
things tucked awav between, her and
the baby and under the baby's cloak."
"Wo have to watch the poople in tho
fitting rooms who have garments sent
in to bo tried on," her companion said.
"Sometimes the men put on two pairs
of trousers, one over another, and a
woman will stuff an extra jacket under
tho suit sho has bought for her small
boy. Somo time ago a woman was
found with four jerseys in her muff.
Muifs nro made hollow for shop
lifters."
"Tho Italian screamers, thoso who
screech outrageously when detected,
in tho hopo of frightening us, and
tho pickpockets keep us lively, too,"
suid tho man. "Thero nro plenty of
them around, men, women and chil
dren. I could easily decide as to a
suspicious character by patting a
pockotbook in tho outsido pookot of
my coat and standing about for a mo
ment, but it wouldn't do to have it
said that tho detective put temptation
in a thief's way, so I wait patiently
and watch, soraetimos for days, uutil .
I catch the tuspoct in the very act.
Thero is a certain young fellow, übout
nineteen yeurs old, who regularly
trains boys in this old-time profession,
so tho detectives in tho down-town
stores have to be on their-aldrt."
WISE WORDS.
A mnn's heart has many entrances.
Generosity thrives best in poor soil.
A rolling snowball gathers as it goes.
Suspicion is usually a good invest
ment.
Money is a slim diot for a hungry
heart.
Creilit is a nice thing until tho bills
aro due*.
The silent man is ofton worth list
ening to.
It is a long-suffering worm that ha 3
no turning.
Somo men ure always haviug a "ter
rible time."
Molasses may catoh flio3, but it won't
catch spiders.
Everybody's turn to bo neglected
comes somo day.
Every inun pays too much attention
to his stubbornness.
No night was over so dark that
morning did not come.
Mothers can do more to help savo
tho world than preacher;-,
A lazy man is always talking übout
how hard ho has to work.
When beauty looks out of tho win
dow, love comes in at tho door.
It isn't taking modicino that hurts ;
it is making up your mind to it.
You can tell by tho flavor of tho
honey where tho boos have been.
Fully ninety per cent, of the pooplo
will iinposo upon you if thoy can.
Don't buy eggs for hatching until
you have counted your setting hens.
Peoplo take medioino for languor
when the real modicinojiooded is work.
Nino troubles out of ton will ran
when you look them squarely in tho
face.
Tho best thing that can happen to a
man is to have a wife who is also his
chum.
Somo peoplo act ridiculously and
then become indignant because peo
ple tell it.
Tho man who permits himself to bo
blackmailed is worse than the black
mailer.—The South-West.
Japan's I,earned Soldiers.
It appears that notebooks nro quite
common in the Japanese Army among
both soldiers nau coolies; they keep
regular diuries, and tako copious notes
of everythiug they sec. "It is sur
prising," writes a war corraspoudent
to tho China Mai), "what a lot tlifty
know about tho Great West. Several ' '
of thorn talk intelligently of Spartans
and Persians, Napoleon and his march
to Moscow, and oven comparo tho
abolition of feudalism in England nud
Japan. Thoy fully understand all that
is implied in tho contrast between old
fashionc.l hand-to-hand warfare and
modern long-range manoeuvres; and
they speak soornfully of tho Chincso
tactics at Ping-Yang, in trying cavalry
charges against massed bodies of rifle
men without first using thoir machina
guns, us the French nt Waterloo did
their ltcld pieoes, to throw tho ranks
iu disorder. AUjthis from the Japan
ese must be surprising to Europeans, '
becauso wo do not know them. Their r
progress is greater and more real than
foreigners imagine."—London News.
S !•
The Hop Drummer's Reception.
A story couios from Germany to tho
effect that a traveler iu hops when
paying his first visit to afamotis brew
ery iu Houth Germnny, was about to
enter tho office, when he liotiend a
plate with the inscription: "Hop
Sravelors up stairs." Concluding
therefrom that a special room was set
apart for iuterviewiug travelers ho
took tho hint, an I ou reaching the top
of the stairs he found himself in a
long passage, the walls of whioh were
adorned at intervals with the imago of
a hand pointing iu ouo direction. At
tho end of tho corridor uuothur hand
pointed to a second flight of steps
leading downwards. At tho bottom
of tho steps a hand poiutud to a door,
which he opened and found himself—
iu the street. —New Orleans Piouyune.
Hot Stuff.
The latest fad in the North is oups
mode with small thermometers to tell
tho temperature of tho beverage, HO
that tho man iu a hurry need not scald
his "innards." This is probably the
invention of Bomo victim of hot coffee
at a railway station with "ton min
utes" for lunch; or, may be, it is to
satisfy tho imbiber who shouts for red
hot stuff, and is liable to Bhoot the
mixer if ho does not get it.—Now •
Orleans Picayune.