The newest term for wlicolwoinen is
"cyclestrienue.
Tb. saying is attributed to Von
R dov., lie sarcastic German pianist,
that a teuor is not a mau ; he is an ill
ness.
A writer in the Now York Hun de
clares that . ; :o flavor of tho California
peach is never equal to the promise of
Its blush.
A Maine editor having sent little
Marion Cleveland a poodle, the Galves
ton News facetiously observes: Most
of the editors have been giving her
father pointers.
According to a report to tho State
Department from United States Consul
Bigelow, at Rouen, tire world's produc
tion of wool has not increased during
the past year, but actually diminished.
Probably few know that newspapers
lmve n direct interest in forests, but
nevertheless it is so, declares tho Yew
York Witness. Most ail th. iper
used nowadays to print newspapers is
made of pulp, secured from spruco
trees, and the quantity of trees re
quired to furnish this paper every
year is amazingly large. According
to tho Southern Lumberman it is esti
mated that tho white paper for the
daily supply of tho several o litions of
the New York World requires all tho
marketable spnuco lumber tit to cut
which grows on seven acres of averago
spruce forests. Tho Boston Globe's
edition requires tho growth of threo
acres of New England spruco forests.
The wood pulp now used iu tho United
States requires about 2209 cords of
spruco daily, or 1,700,000 feet of
spruco logs for every twenty-four
hours, amounting to 500,000,000 feet
per annum. That amount oi lumber,
now going to waste as soon as the
newspaper is a day old, used to suffice
to build houses intended to last half a
century or more. Tho pulp drain
upon spruce forests uses up tho ma
ture timber of 100,000 acres a year.
Cheap books are a good thing i f tho
books are worth rending,but the great
mass of the popular literature now
seut out is, iu tho opiuiou of tho At
lanta Journal, the veriest trash. Oyer
two hundred new novels will be pub
lished iu this country between now
and the holidays and it is safe to pre
dict that uot a dozen of them will be
of any real value. ThoptibU >a of
novols has been going on in un
try for some years past at . critic
rate. In 1890 the number v.. s 1118;
in 1891, it was 1105; in 1892, it was
1102, and in 1893 1132. Of these
more than four thousand novels hardly
anybody now remembers even tho
names of more than a score or two.
Nearly ail of them have passed into
well deserved forgetfulness and are to
be followed by as many, or more, of
the ame kind in an equal number oi
years. John Ruakin's advice is to
read no book until it is a year old. It
one should adopt this plan ho would
find a year hence very few of the books
that are *■ ;w just out, Tho Buskin
idea is an excellent one. We often
wonder when wo read some new book
which is the temporary rage what
there is in it to inalto everybody
anxious to gel it and a little while later
we find that nobody wants it. 11
would be a fearful doom to bo forced
to rend all of the two hundred Amori- |
can novels which are to come out this j
year. !
Tho report of the Commissioner ol
tlio General Land Office for 189.3
shows that, compared with the lisca
year 1803-4, thcio has been a decrease
in land entries of 19,003, and of (!,•
616,683 acres entered upon. Home
persons may hastily assume that this
indicates that the public lau Is of tho
the United States are nearly alt occu
pied, but thi". is not the case. There
is plenty of good Government land
left, but it is n fact that in years of
depression the desire to take ui> land
seems to diminish. This rather di. lo
cates tho theory of some economists
who profess to find an explanation ol
the superior condition of tho masses
in this country in the fact that as soon
as work becomes difficult to obtain m
cities the surplus population finds its
way into agricultural pursuits. The
reverse, however, seems to be the case.
When work is abundant in cities the
wild agricultural lands aro freely
taken up, but when tho working
clussei: in tho city cannot find employ
ment tho business of farming cea os fo
have allurements. The explanation is
simple, remarks the Sou Francisco i
Chronicle. When tho manufacturing'
industries of the country are thriving
and tho workers in tho urban districts
uro earning good wages, tho farmei
and fruit raiser can sell his products
at good prices; when work m factories
is scarce and wages low the profits of
agriculture disappear and then is no
tyinptativu to engage in the pursuit.
WINGS.
IVingstliat flutter in sunny air;
IVings that (live and dip and dare;
Wings oi tile humming-bird flashing bj j
Wings of tho lark iu tho purple sky;
Wings of tho eagle aloft, nioof;
Wings of tho pigeon upon the roof;
Wings of the storm-bird swift and froo
t\ itli wild winds swooping across tho sor—
Often and often a voice in mo sings—
O,'for the freedom, tho freedom of wings I
0, to winnow the air with wings I
O. to float far above hurtful things !
Things that weary and wear and fret-
Deep in the azure to fly and forget.
To touch in a moment tho mountain's crest,
Or liasto to the valley for home and rest;
'To rook with tho pine treo as wild birds may,
To follow tho sailor a summer's day.
Over and over a voice ia me sings—
O. for the freedom, tho freedom of wings!
Softly responsive a voice in me sings—
Thou hast the freedom, the freedom of wings,
Soon as tiie glass a second can count
fate the heavens thy heart may mount,
Hope may fly to tho topmost peak,
Lone its uest in the vale may seek;
Outspeodiug tho sailor Fnlths's pinions may
Touch the ends of tho earth in a summer's
day.
Softly responsive a voice in mo sings—
Thou hast the freedom, the freedom of wings!
—Alary I'. Butts, in Youth's Companion.
A FATAJTLOVK,
EOINALD VAN
, . a Bveilmn inut
* .!<■*/ i If j t i r;
\ \ to red: "Con
-i "/S. Vt found it!"
f—fl'/'Y ft Uo moved his
is"" .!P, \ . bead so far to
>, y tho right in his
\ effort to get a
,\-i ■ . \ glimpse of tho
-■ Jf ■ btce behind the
tf'l paper novel that
it crashed into
tho bonnet oi the woman in the seat
next him on that side; then lie leaned
over to the leit, and his derby crum
pled tho paper iu which tho crusty in
dividual on that hand was engrossed,
and the crusty individual, in turn,
scowled nt him. It was of no use. He
could see but her pretty hat and a few
waves of soft dark hair beueath it, two
small hands ucatJy gloved, a trim
waist; the lace was hidden by the blue
backed novel that she was reading. Ho
he was compelled to stare disconso
lately at the ljii, iing and at the great
black letters thereon, which read: "A
Fatal Love."
The guard thrust his head into the
car and bawled: "Novate!" The
door banged shut and Van Swollmn
again muttered: "Confound it! and
Fonrteen's mine."
lie craned bis neck in an endeavor
to see over tho top of tho paper vol
ume. But it was in vain.
Then a great hulking Italian got
right in tho middle oi the aisle and
completely shut off his view. Van
Swollnm was inwardly calling down
vengeance on his stupid head when
the train swung around the curve and
the man toppled over. There was a
slight fomiuine scream. Van Swollum
jumped from his place and picked "A
Fatal Love" from beueath the foreign
er's feet, and while tho UisoomlUcd
follow was pouring forth apologies in
broken English, ho politely handed
thy crumpled volume to its blushing
owner. Then, for the first time, he
saw her face, and ho was not disap
pointed.
Beneath her wavy brown hair ho
found a broad white forehead, delicate
brown lashes, clear bluo eyes, a
straight, well cut uuse, full rounded
cheeks pink with health and a mouth
—whim Van Swelium saw it parted in
a smile hu fell back in his seat and
muttered; "Thank you, my clumsy
Italian friend."
Ino novel hid tho face from view
again, and ho stared blankly at the
blue binding and lost himself in
thought,
"Plaguoy pretty. Know there was
something behind that book wortli
looking at. I'd like to meet her. I
wonder where she lives and who slio
j is. Nothing like her in our set. Now,
I if mother would pick out something
; like that for me, I would be willing.
I lint Angelica Billions; ugh! Well,
money and beauty never do go hand
in hand. What a mouth! I really
think she smiled at me when—-"
"T-e-e-n !" bawled tho guard.
Van Swelium started.
"Fourteen?" ho inquired of tho
crusty individual next him. That per- i
souago nodded stolidly at him in re
ply. Ho jumped from hisseat, dashed
through tho car and was just iu time
to force his way through tho closing
gates.
Ho threaded his way down tho
crowded stairs and started up Sixth
avenue. Sud louly ho halted; then ho
smiled and plunged on among tho
urowd. Right ahead was tlia pink
shirt, tho rieut hat, the brown hair and
a hand holding the blue-backed novel.
"She must, live around here,"
thought tho now excited Van Swelium.
"If she does, I'll find where ; and if I
find where—adieu to all thoughts of
Angelica Billions. Mother'll kick, but
what's a mother's kicking to u sou's
happiness."
110 stopped. Slio liad turned into a
small shop. Ho would wait until she
eauio out. 110 walked very slowly, i
until ho iovtuil that ho was gettui ' j
dangerously near the store. Shu might j
discover liim. Ho wheeled about and
walked slowly back, frequently glunc-' i
iug about to see that silo did nut cs- ! i
sape him. Ten minutes and she had j
not come out. Could she have seen 11
him and escaped by a back door? He -
would find out. He turned and walked I
rapidly up tbo avenue by tho shop ; ' i
he looked in tho window and gasped. >
It was a shock to Reginald Van Swel- !
lum. She had removed her hat and I
was seated on a bighstool at a cashier's
desk. He glanced nt the sign above
the door and read : "Tho Ruination c
Dyeing Company." Then ho inut- i
tored "Confound itl" and hurried
away.
Anyone acquainted with New York
genealogy will appreciate Reginald
Van Swollum's thoughts and his posi
tion. There is no older nor prouder
family on all Manhattan Island than
the Van Swellums. Three of the name
were members of the Governor's Coun
cil in the enrly days of New Amster
dam. They had possessed many tine
cabbage patches on tho outskirts of
tho settlement which still remain in
tho blood of tho family. Twenty-story
buildings rear their [ugly heads where
once the good Van Swellums dug, hoed
and weeded when not busy with tho
I affairs of State. Roginakl Van Swol
j lum was not the brainiest of his line,
| a fact of whiehhe was perfectly aware,
i fu consequence of this knowledge ho
! wisely refrained from entering any
i business or profession, not wishing to
i imperil tho fruits of his ancestors'
; industry. Ho was uot energetic, and
I uot beiug energetic, did not caro for
i society. ,It bored him. It was easier
1 to read about it, comfortably settled
' iu au easy chair .before a bright, cosy
: lire, with a pipe iu his mouth. His
I mother was a widow, who lived a quiet
j life .between her old house on lower
I Fifth avenue and her comfortable
place up the Hudson, To have her sou
safely and properly settled was her
sole care. She hail chosen for him
Angelica Billions. To bo sure, Miss
billions's family on her. father's side
j was uot all that could bo desired, but
j then there was money, and that covers
I a multitude of sins. The oniy draw- j
j back to the match was 'Reginald. But I
j doubtless he, too, would have sue- !
I eumbed if it had not been for the I
! clumsy Italian on tho clovatod train
! who discovered to him a more charm
! ing prospect, in life.
Vim ijwellum's sensibilities were
j shocked by his ideal's connection with
| the Ruination Dyeing Compauy. Ho
| felt that his blood called upon him to
forget, an l for the next iyw weeks ho
| busied himself with the work of for
getting as he had never busied liiuself
:at anything before, lie would tlx his
I favorite armchair before the fireplace,
in which the logs crackled right mer
rily, and with a pipe in his mouth
would endeavor to lose himself in
some stirring novel. By and by the
! book falls from his hand and ho is
gazing absently into the cloud of gray
■ smoke curling up from tho bow),
j What is that in the depths of the
j thick whirling cloud? A blueourtain.
j Van Swollum leans forward and gazes
, intently. Black letters aro forming
! there. Now they stand out clearly
j and bo illy—A Fatal Love. A smile
*of content spreads over his counte
| nance, for now tho blue veil is lifting
| and a sweet face beams on him from
the gray cloud. He starts. Tho smile
departs. Over t'uo fair face with its
crown of rioii hair more letters are
forming. He reads: Tho Ruination
Dyeing Company.
One day ho gave up forgetting.
"George 1" lie called. His man ap
peared at the door,
"Put that new grey spring suit in
I a bag for me. No. Just the trous-
I ers. They'll do."
I George looked surprised,
j "You'd better lot me attend to what
j you want, sir. I can help you."
j "X wish yon could, my dear mau;
i but you can't."
J A few minutes late ho was hurrying
1 along Sixth avenue. He came to a
j halt in front of the shop and looked
in. Sho was behind the desk. He
j hesitated a moment; then entered res
j olutoly aud threw his bag upon the
counter. Sho hurried to wait on him,
I and, as their eyes met, started. She
| recognized him and blushed. Van
I .iwellr.m blushed, too, to tho roots of
j his hair. It had just oeeurred to him
I that she would remember him. Sho
recovered herself and said pleasantly:
"What can we do for you?"
lie silently fumbled the bag and
finally succeeded in opening it.
"I want 'em dyed," ho stammered.
"What color?" sho asked, drawing
a pencil from behind her car ami
! preparing to make a note.
| "Well— or—hanged if I know,
j What's a good color?"
Tho thin littio young man with a
crooked noso who had been moving
some cases about tho store, stopped
his work and grinned at him.
The sight of liim roused Van Swel
lum.
"flake 'em black," ha exoiit'mod.
"Of course I wanted 'em black."
With that, ho turned the contents of
i the bug on tho counter and rushed
1 away.
All thoughts of Angelica Billions
were shattered; all deference for his
mother's wishes gone. Of course, she
would object. But who could help it?
ft was fate. Suppose that grinning
idiot was making love to her there in
the shop every day. Ho would not
stand it! To the winds with the Van
Sweliums and the Van Swollum blood!
lie was a mau, aud for oncowas goi n g
to liavo his own way.
Four days later ho called and got I
his trousers, all black and shrunk I
into shnpelessness. But what did he j
care? lie was composed now, and de
termined.
"It seems to me," ho said, a3 he <
leaned over the counter, . "that we !
have met before."
She smiled divinely, and replied I
"Yes. And ain't it queer we've met j
again."
The "ain't" jarred on VnnSwellum's i
nerves, but he east it aside as a small j
matter. Ho could cure that very I
quickly.
"Yiis," ho replied, leaning further!
over the counter. Ho blushed aud ;
whispered : "Perhaps it was Fate." 1
A beautiful red suffused her cheeks, :
and Van Swellum decided that he ha I
gone far enough for the present, and
departed, gaily swinging his bag and
feeling well content with the world
aud himself.
On the next day ho left tho gray
coat at the shop to have it dyed also.
A brown goif suit, his light check !
trousers, liis tenuis flannels, his old
and new covert coat, his driving coat,
two pairs of light striped trousers,
his riding breeches and two suits of
tweed, imported from England, fol
lowed in rapid succession to the vats.
They were sacrificed on the altar of
his love, ho said gayly to himself*
His man Georgo was aghast at the de
vastation. and vainly remonstrated,
lie was promptly rebuffed, and re
ceived 110 explanation of the strange
havoc his master was making in his
! wardrobe. Ho would have reported
j the young man's uuaccouutablo con
duct with his own suspicion that ho
was mentally unbalanced to Mrs. Van
Bwellum, but she had gouo to the
country a mouth back. Van Swellum
had promised to follow her in a week,
j but instead kept staying on in town
until now the summer was well ad-
I vauced.
May flew by; June caiuo and went;
•Tuly opened. At length ouo day Van
Swelluw stood in tho middle of hii
dressing room gazing about him at tho
sartorial derelicts which Georgo had
laid out for his inspection. He smiled.
*'l guess, ' he said aloud, "I'll have
to bring this business to a cioso. Peo
ple'il think I'm in mourning, if this
keeps on. Only one dyeable garment
left. That delightful brown and red
plaid that Cutem just sent over last
month. I'll try to-day, and perhaps
lean save it, if she says' Yes.' Ob,
my! What a howdoe it'll make! I
guess we'll go abroad for a while." He
chuckled softly.
"And my friend, the griuing idiot
that handles cases. Well, I guess he'll
outgrow his grief."
Ife folded the last dyeable garment
iu the bag and started away on his er
rand. There was no one in the store,
for it was late iu the afternoon. She
greeted him cordially as usual, as he
laid his burden on tho counter and
slowly opened it.
"I have something I want to tell
yon," sho said with a little blush and a
little gusu.
"And J," lie said firmly, leaning his
j elbows on tho counter, resting his
chin in his hands and gazing at her,
"have something 1 want to tell you."
*',"l3lit," she began, naively, "you
have been so good to us this summer ;
■ you have brought us so much trade;
j busiuess, you know, was very dull be
fore you came, aud you have helped
i us— "
! "Helped you?" exclaimed Van Swel
j lum. "Nothing has delighted mo more,
Mis3—er—er—" Ho hesitated, for ho
• did not know her hamo.
j "Well, you have," she replied, her
| ayes lighting with gratitude. "Aud
Jim and mo are very thankful. You
see, you wore our iirst customer, aud
I tell you wo didn't take in much
money when wo started the Ruination
j DyeiugCompnuy after our marriage—"
I "Married!" gasped Van Swcllum,
! straightening up.
"Why, didn't you know Jim an 1 mo
I were married?" she cried. "Oh, Jim,
| Jim, do como here!"
j Van Swcllum turned in timo to see
the thin little young m m outer the
store from tho rear room.
I "Have'em dyed black !" ho cried,
tumbling tho contents of his bag on
: tlio counter. "I'll send for 'em."
j With that ho rushed wildly from tho
j shop.
j Not long after ho stood again in tho
middle of his room, tho wrecks of his
j wardrobo about him.
"Black," he said slowly, puffing at
his pipe. "Everything black—mourn
ing—fittting emblem —the grinning
idiot—confound him. Did ho know—
did she know? Confound it! It's
good they don't know my nime. To
think that such a bounty would take
to such a whipper-snapper of a spec
imen !"
Van Swcllum laughed ironically.
"George!" he criod.
Tho man appeared at the door.
"George," said Van Swclluoi, sol
emnly, "I'm an ass. Don't you think
I'm an ass?"
! "I don't know, sir," replied
j George, stammering confusedly,
j "Well, I am," said Van Swcllum,
| emphatically.
i "If you insist, sir," replied Goorgo
j stolidly.
| Van Swcllum was lost in thought for
; a moment.
"George," ho said, suddenly,'"tho
Paris sails to-morrow. Go quick,
now, and telophono for passages for
you and myself!"
Tlio man hesitated. "About olotho3,
sir," he said.
"I'll go over in mourning," said
Van Swcllum, smiling. And when
George had withdrawn he nddo I sud
denly : "And the Billions arc in Lon
don. Confound it, it's fate."—Now
York Sun.
A Musical Dentist.
There is a dentist in San Francisco
who is noted for his musical tastes aud
his high charges, His ordinary fee is
fifteen dollars per hour; his extra
ordinary i'co is unknown. Some timo
ago a lady was in his chair, and tho
dentist was conversing with her while
her mouth was tilled with rubber dams
and things. Carried away by his en
thusiasm while talking of a certain
song, ho offered to sing it. for her.
Taking an inarticulate, rubber-inter- I
eepteel sound for au nfflrmntivo, ho
skipped lightly to the piano, which
stood in one corner of the operating
room. There ho toyed with Poly
hymnia, the muse of music, doubtless
much to his satisfaction, and, turniug
to bis patient, asked how sho liked it.
"Very much, indeed, doctor," came
tho reply in muliled tonus, "but it
would have been cheaper at n concert, j
for hero it has cost me three dollars i
aud seventy-live cents." —Argonaut. !
Physicians Who Hide Bicycles.
Suburban doctors in New York and j
other cities are using tho bicycle in !
preference to tho horse and carriage !
in visiting patients that arc approach- i
able by good roads,
A REPULSIVE OCCUPATION,
PROFESSIONAL EXECUTIONERS IN
VARIOU3 COUNTRIES.
How the Legal Decrees Arc Carried
Out in Cuba, France, Spain,
China and Klsewhere.
PROBABLY more legal execu
tions occur in Cuba at pres
ent, according to the Now
6 York Herald, than in any
country in tho world, but there are
no professional executioners in that
war-ridden island. Garrotiug iuCuba,
although under tho requirements of
Spanish law, is a very rare occur
rence. The circumstances must be
very grave before a Cuban judge will
sentence a prisoner to death ; not from
any sentiment, but from tho fact that
powerful pressure is usually brought
to bear by tho friends of a condemned
man upon tho judiciary. General
Campos has firmly objected to the re
vival of tho garroto as a moans of pun
ishment for rebels caught under arms,
although a stroiif effort was made by
Ciibau tories to have tho barbarous
relic brought to uso again. The gar
rote has been considered barbarous
because of the horrible spectacle it
makes of a victim dying under its
grip. After the victim is secured iu
the chair, and Iho "cravat" placed
around his neck—iho cravut being tho
baud which presses against his throat
—the executioner gives a sudden half
turn to the garrote handle,and almost
instantly a screw punctures tho neck
at the back and grinds into tho verte
brae, breaking tho bone and piercing
the marrow canal. For an instant tho
body of the victim shivers, trembles
and stiffens, as if suffering intense
agony. This lasts but nu instant, for
death comes as soon as tho screw has
broken his neck. There is no profes
sional garrotcr in Cuba. That ofliee
is always performed by some attache
of tho prison where the execution is to
take place. There is the usual Span
ish accompaniment of priests and pla
toons of soldiers. At present most of
the executions iu Cuba, being of a
military character, are by tho bullet,
and sometimes the poor marksmanship
of tho soldiers makes tho scone far
moro painful than if tho prisoner were
guillotined.
There is probably uo legitimate
trade followed by man more repulsive
ami abhorrent to the average person
than that of professional executioner.
No matter how jolly and light hearted
they may be, no matter how they may
go to church and pray and mingle
with their neighbors, they are always
regarded as living haunted lives and
sleeping in the company of headless
ghosts.
j In this State, where condemned
I prisoners are executed by electricity,
'the man who turns on tho current
I stands in another room and is publio
jly unknown. This makes tho lot of
i the executioner a comparatively easy
I one.
| In Scotland tho duty of witnessing
; Lxecutions is imposed on tho civic
. magistracy, one of whom attends for
this purpose. Since 1817 Edinburgh
( has had no regular executioner, but
I depends one tho London executioner,
( who is hired for tlio occasion. For
, merly this personage was William
; Calcraft, It is related of Calcraft
• that ho himself, together with his
j lather and brother, was imprisoned in
• the Tower and condemned to death,
j Nobody could be found willing to car-
Iry out the sentence. Finally Calcraft
; himscl offered to execute his father
! and brother, provided ho was given
tiis freedom. Tho compact was made,
| and tho father and brother were duly
i execute 1. Calcraft was thou made
regular executioner and traveled all
oyer England in tho performance of
his duties. Ho never seemed to worry
over public opinion, but rather en
| joyed tho notoriety he gained. He
j amassed a snug little fortuno from his
peculiar trade.
| Besides the usual fees of .-61 per
, month as u retainer, tho English cx
j eoutioner received £lO for every ex-
I rcutiou. In addition to this tho Eug
j iish executioners from early times
have claimed the clothes of tho ex
! ecuted as a perquisite.
! So uumerou-1 were the public ex
' editions in England iu former times
j that almost every town and county
| had an executioner as an acknowledged
j officer of justice, with a salary. On
| many noteworthy occasions special
' executioners were employed. When
Charles I. was put to death the execu
tioners concealed their faces under
visors, but this was more in the way
; of precaution than of custom. The
office of executioner seems to have
been at one timo hereditary in Eng
land. This custom died out in time,
and tho oilicc was tilled by appoint
ment.
Calcraft was succeeded by Mar wood,
who became quite as celebrated in his
way as his predecessor. The last es
pecial headsman of tho Tower of Lon
don died in 1861. Latterly tho office
has been a mere sinecure.
Probably tho most notedexoutioner
of Franco was the lato M. Hansen, who
officiated at tlio death of Louis XVT.
In his latter years ho was assisted by
liis sou, Tho French peoplo do not
seem to entertain any particular aver
sion for executioners. There was noth
ing particularly lugubrious about
either M. Hanson or his son. They
mingled with tho crowds at executions
with the greatest good nature. This,
however, was before the days of tho
anarchists. Since tho latter have mon
opolized tho guillotine French execu
tions have lost many of tho features
that made them so characteristic.
Nowadays fearstrioken crowds press
against tho barriers that "used to keep
mobs of merrymakers back. The pre
sentiment that something may happen
tills every mind.
Tho scenes at t-hese j>olitical execu
tions are in strange contrast with what
takes place at the loot of tho guillo
tino when ft "passional" criminal is
hurried into eternity amid the gibes
of n French crowd. On the latter oc
oasions vice-bought eleganco and ab
ject misery rub elbows in tho strugglo
to catch a glimpse of tho spot where
the execution is to take place. In these
executions M. Doibler, tho present
Paris executioner, is pre-eiuinent, and
does his work with an easy good na
turo that is fascinating.
Tho cffico of executionor in Spain is
not regarded with undue aversion by
the masses. The executions are per
formed with great ceremony, but aro
seldom in public, although squads of
soldiery are almost invariably drawn
up around the garrote. The Spanish
executioner has ft far less repulsive
job than that of his French brother.
A simple twist of a screw and tho pris
oner's neck is dislocated by a sharp
metal point that enters at tho junc
tion of tho spinal column.
In Cambodia the public executioner
does his work with the sword, chop
ping his victim wherever he may
please. Beheading is tho stylo affected
by China, while in Armenia tho con
demned man kneels and has his throat
cut quietly and peaceably by tho exe
cutioner. This, however, is ft lino
death compared to that inflicted by
the executioners of "Central India. In
former times tho condemned man was
forced to put his head on a block,
whero it was stepped on by an ele
phant.
As for tho domestic lives of public
executioners, they aro probably as
quiet and happy as those of most men.
At tho same time the job is not one
calculated to excite envy. Tho gar
roto is also employed in Sweden,
Italy, Belgium and Norway.—New
York Herald.
WISE WORDS.
A rutin may uulearn, but a woman,
never.
To some people ignorance seems to
be intuitive.
Wealth is sometimes moro burden
some than poverty itself.
No virtue, that is the result of fear,
can be taught by example.
The tiino to shoot folly is not when
it llies, but before it flies.
Whether ono's taste is good or ba.l
is largely a matter of taste.
The consequences are sometimes
moro than one person can take.
Many a silly woman lias been able
to load a wiso man around by the
nose.
Bomo Americans ridiculo foreign
dukes and then claim to bo related to
them.
Only the most superior woman will
admit that she is lucking entirely in
beauty. •
When a man combines in himself
cash aud character, ho is practically
invincible.
Those who havo no money aro not
always poor, and those who have it
are seldom rieh.
Every man longs to bo a woman
just long enough to show what a good
wife ho would be.
It may bo stated as a business fact
that Cupid doesn't always pay tho
debts lie contracts.
It is tlie way in which wo employ
tho odd minutes that counts for or
against us in the end.
If a man could run out of debt as
easily as ho can run into it, times
would not bo so hard.
Alan argues that womau canuot bo
trusted too far; womau feels thatmau
cannot bo trusted too near.
For the sake of depriving others of
pleasure, some peoplo are willing to
endure hardships themselves.
The coward may not be able to keep
up his owu courage, but ho keeps up
tho courage of 3oiuobody else.
When a boy first starts iu tho shoo
shining business, lie nearly works
himself to death on one pair.
The porsou who attempts to koep
one eye on the past and tho other eyo
on tho future will run cross-oyed.
To store our memories with a sense
of injustice, is to fill with rusty iron a
chest that was made of rclincd gold.
Tho question in somo communities
is not whether a young man can do
uuything, but whether ho can do any
body.
A little early success has spoiled a
great many good men; and a littlo
early failure has crushed myriads of
imbeciles.
Wire Railways,
All through Norway wires aro to bo
seen stretched from tho small farms
on tho mountains above to the farms
in the valleys below, and we wondered
at their usefulness. In tho early
spring the farmers resort to these
aerial abodes with their flocks and
herds and tarry late into tho autumn,
their main commuicatiou with their
families at the "home oflice" being
these wires, often many hundred feet
in length. Upon these they send down
hay, wood, milk and other farm pro
ductions, nud wo often caught sight ol
tho bundles as they passed on tho wiro
over our heads, while journeying along
tho roads.—lioston Transcript.
No More "Whipping the Cat."
One branch of the cobbler's trade
has been completely wiped out by the
readymado shoe industry. Iu tho days
when farmers tanned their own
leather, or had it prepared at the near
est tannery, tho rural districts were
overrun at certain seasons of tho yeai
by itinerant cobblers, who journeyed
from farmhouse to farmhouse, and so
journed iu each until they had mad:
foot-wear for every member of the
household. This journoymau indus
try was called "whipping the cat,"
and many excellent cobblers engaged
in it with profit; but machine-made
shoes have ended it.—Now York New.".
' THIS MlStfttY SIDE OF 'LIFE.
i
. STORIES THAT ARE TOLD BY TIIB;
, FUNNY MEN OF JTHE PRE 33.
3
) Tito Fashionable Ailment —One More
b Victim—Knew Its Dangers—A
I Sufficient Explanation, Etc., Etc,
"One viowr? these lliiugs, ' said Br'er J.'oi®
"Aeoor.fi ug as his light is.
i Ido not doubt those gr.ipos are sweet.
, But I fear appendicitis."
( ONE MORE VICTIM.
•'Anything new on hand, Ethol?' ,
i 'Yes; another engagement ring,
i —Detroit Free Press.
KNEW ITS DANGERfJ.
Lady of tho House—"Aro you fa
' miliar with all kinds of work?"
Weary Willy- "Yes, mum I'm
onto it. "--Puck.
TIIINK OF THE BUTTERMILK I
'We had some lovely grape butter
in the country."
"Do you know now they made it?"
"Ob, churned thejuice, I suppose 1"
Chicago Record.
A SUFFICIENT EXPL \ NATION.
He—"l don't see why you need
blubber so, even if Charley has gone
away."
She—"Don't you see I'm qui to un
manned?" —Harper's Weekly.
LIVELY MORNING.
Teacher —"What exeuso have you
for being late?"
Truthful James—".Mo watch was
itolo by a highwayman; an' it look mo
'iulf an hour tor kill him au' git it
back!"— Puck.
GOING HIM ONE BETTER.
"I began life without a cent in my
pocket," said tho purso proud man to
an acquaintance.
"I didn't even have a pocket, re
plied the latter, meekly.—Pittsburg
Chronicle-Telegraph.
NO DISGUISE.
Husband (admiringly) "There's no
use trying to disguise the fact, you
are smarter than I am, my dear."
Wife (complacently) "The fact,
my love, has never been in disguise
among those who know us."
TOO SUGGESTIVE.
"I don't cab any more at Suftgg'a
rostaurant."
"Why not?"
"I complained of the steak yester
day, and he told me to bridle my
appetite."—Detroit Free Presi
FINE DELICACY.
ftlie—"Ho is a man of the fiuest
delicacy of feeling, I don't care what
you say about him."
He—"That's so. lie only touched
me for a quarter when lie might have
made it a dollar."—Detroit Freo Press.
OF THE WOULD.
Higgins—"Do you thiuk Ihe earth
is round?"
Wiggins- "Blessed if I know. Judg
ing from my cxperiouoo with tho
people who live OQ it, I'm pretty sure
that it isn't square.'* -Detroit Free
Press.
IIIS RULING PASSION.
'Bunkins is worth millions," re
marked one of tho clerks in tlio tax
office. "And yet I'll bet anything ho
will bo on tho delinquent tax list as
usual."
"Yes," was the roply. "I never in
my life knew a man so crazy to got
his mime in print."—Washington
Star.
A GREAT RENUNCIATION.
Sally Gay— "Miss Oldgal had a tor
riblo buttle between pride an I in
clination last night."
Dolly Swift--"How was that,dear?"
Sally Gay—"Why,it washer thirty
first birthday, and old Jack Giddyboy
wanted to kiss her once for each year,
but she took only twenty. " —New York
World.
A GOOD TURN*.
.Drummer— "I've done n big day's
work to-day; have taken orders for
over SSOOO worth of goods."
Bill Collector—"Who aro tho Dir
ties?"
Drummer —"All to Skinner & Siow
pay-."
Bill Collector "That means stonily
omploymeut for lue for teu mouths.
Thanks; dou't know what I should do
if it worn't for you."—Boston Tran
script.
HIS SUSPICION.
"Mabel," said hor lather, after Mr.
Stalatohad left, just iu time to catch
the last car, "that youug man owns
stock in tho gas company, docs ho
not?"
"Yes."
"And ho is also heavily interested
in the coal trade?"
"I believe so."
"Well, hereafter ho must ho re
minded that his departure is duo at 10
p. m. I am convinced that his devo
tion to you is not disinterested."—
Washington Star.
NO CAUSE Foil ALARM.
Her Father (appearing suddenly
over the wall) —"Ah! young mau ; it's
you, oh? Did my daughter promiso
to meet you here?"
Tho Youug Man (soared into telling
the truth)—"Y-o-e-s, sir. She prom
ised to meet mo here a quarter of an
hour ago; but—hut—l haven't—seen
—anything—of—her."
Her Father (angrily) —"That is just
like a women, for all the world I Tney
have no respect for an engagement,
whatever. You just stand here, and
I'll go hack to the house and lind her."
—Puck.