Br. Joseph Barker, of London, do- I scribed the bicyc'e llio other day oa j "that shoulder-contracting, mis chievous, horrible machine that will j take the manliness'out of any Nation." i The sensible horse is not worrying | himself about tho growth of tho bi- j cycle craze. Ho knows that horses | will always be needed to draw tho j ambulances, avers the Chicago Times- j Herald. It has been estimated that in Great Britain the output of books is as fol lows: Sermons, one volume a day; novels, five a day; educational books, two a day ; art and science, two each every week; histories or biographies, six a week, nnd law, oiio every two weeks. The popularity of novel reading is ; strikingly shown in the published re- ; ports of the library at Providence, E. j L, for (he year 1895. 'Here is the ' year's record: Novels issued, 71,051; j history, 00 )1, biography, 5287; social j science. 3357; art and music, 3571; geography, 5700; natural science, 0251. Tbe entertainment of royally is ex pensive. An English paper states that the Earl of Lonsdale is known to have j spent nearly 31,000,000 in connection ! with a four days' visit which Emperor j William paid him at Lowther Castle { Inst autumn. They ray that Lady William Beresford paid $150,000 to i euterta'u the Prince of Wales from i Saturday to Monday at Deopdeone. A statitician who has been interest ing himself in the population of tho earth says that 32,21-1,000 persons die annually; that is, an average of'J3,SlO a day, 402 ) an hour and G7 a minute, Tho annual number of births on the other baud is estimated at 33,702,000, nu average of 100,SOO a day, 4200 an ' hour and 70 a minute, EO that the population is increasing at the rate of 3 to the minute. Nothing succeeds like success, nn d that, maintains tbe New York Mail anil Express, is why the mild and model dictatorship of General Porfirio Diaz is good for six years mure iu Mexico. He has had a lease of life that would have dazzled old Santa Ana, who was the first experimenter nt individual Bepublican despotism in the laud of the serpent and the cac tus. Snutn Ana never held his job longer than over one night at the same time, while Diaz has made his place practically permanent. Cycling is to bo heartily com mended to the agel, believes tho New York Tribune. Ono ease is cited of a man who learuc I to ride at sixty eight, and who had covered nearly 2000 miles by the time ho was seventy, with the result that a chronic bronchial catarrh nnd gouty eczema had disappeared. Another at seventy, suffering severely from lumbago, took to the wheel, and now, at seventy-five, rides from twenty to thirty mileß a day and never knows a duy's illness. A third, at seventy-four, almost con fined to an armchair with rheumatism, began riding a tricycle, and at eighty- i four was riding 100 niiies a day. Tl.e famous suspension bridge nt j Niagara Falls, which was built in 1855, is to be superseded by a new steel ' structure, with an areh 550 feet long and 260 feet above the water level. "The old bridge, built by lloebling," 6ays the Chicago Chronicle, "was one of the modern wonders of tho worldi as it was the first suspension bridge built for the purpose of carrying railroad trains. The new bridge will, I however, bo a greater marvel of sei- j cnce than the old. It will have two i flours, the upper for railway trains ' and the lower for roadway, foot walks I and trolley tracks. The now bridge ' w ill bo built on the exnet sito of the ; eld suspension affair, but there will j be no interference with trains, which \ is one of its greatest marvels. The I work will occupy about six months." i Tho San Francisco Argonaut says: ! The palladium of tho Louisiana bach- I elor's liberty lias been ruthlessly i swept away by a recent decision in the ! United States Circuit Court, nnd, if be has not taken to the woods, ho is at least as circumspect in his dealings with the fair sex as a Quaker. The civil law iu that State has always frowned on breach of promise suits, and rofused to recognize them. A cer tain Mrs. Cheek, howover, finding that her vonerable suitor, Herman Pil ger, woud not fulfill his promise to marry her, brought suit against him in the Federal courts, end recovered heavy damages against him. This de cision may bring to light many hun dred breaoh of promise suits which avo laid dormant for years because the State law recognized no damages for a bruised heart, THE WORLD IS ROLLIN' RICJHT. In pplto o' tempests bio win'— In darkness an* lu light, Iu renpin' time an' sowln' The world Is rolliu' right! For still tho flowers aio springin* An' still tho birds aro singin' An' sweetest bells are ringln'— The world is rollln' right! 11l spito o' tempests blowin' Tho dove is sure in flight, Beneath tho winter's snowin* Tho lily dreams in white. An' still the blooms are swingin* Iu wild winds sweet with singin', An' still the vines aro clingiu'— Tho world is rolliu* right. In spite o' tempests blowin' The stars aro still as bright; The ro.-e o' love is growin' Iu gardens swe-.-t with light. Euro's homo with all its blisses— With lift!" children's kisses; No world's ns sweet as this is— -F. L. Star* a, in Chicago Times-Herald. /I MAYS VIXIMCE. X* XfW wnr ' a stiff 1 Ifc, from Pengelly, xjNk "v£' '•s n!nl tbe towtei of Isaac Hocken IPI '' arrio 11 was niLif-C! .J&N' bf >RV.v. At the top of tho hill ho ■5; !| WHS fain to I s ' retcb himself frf-i''■ ()n tho turf and rest his bent old r v>* bock against tho if 10,7 stouu wall ? h T U onciosed k w Vi ''"ha Tregons field. "Mo use going owil/.'V "l'to tho house; 3 ' John's at market, and tho missis'll '' bo turning thh place topsy i'.irvy," ho reflected. "What with spring clo ruin's ail tl:o year round and the driviu', Eortha has had a terrible hard time. And they do say in tho village—. Well, well," ho muttered, checking himself, "it wasn't to bo ex pected with licr pretty face that Jim's her first sweetheart. And if Will Car ter deceived her, mobbo she'll think tho more of him. Jim just dotes on her. More fule ho! Had wives arc of no account whativer, and snpposin' you do hup on u good woman, and it pleases the Lord to take her, tho years won't fill tho emptiness in you she loaves behind, i ought to knew," and Jsaao heaved n mighty sigh. "I've buried wives of both sorts—threa of 'em." Not a breeze stirred tho lifeless calm, and the midday sun poured fiercely down, Preseutly hd sought the shade of a spreading tree which overhung tho wall a few paces l'rom him. But ho was no longer solitary. Voices fell cn his ear. Bertha Tre gon's and that of tho man who report said had iiited her. "My poor Bertha! You've no cause to fear me. 1 knaw exactly how it was you forsook me for James Hocken. But I wrote wkeniver I had the chance." "Not a single letter reached me." "Beoau-o your mother waylaid the postman." Despite tho beat Isaac shivered. Will's insight was making clear much that had puzzed him. "Perhaps. What matters now?" asked Bertha, in forlorn tones, "Y'ou should have kept away. It would have been kinder." "And let you continue to think I was false? Lnokeo here, Bertha, you promised to be my wife before even Hockon courted you. And now you knaw I've been faithful to you—" "I durstn't break with Jim. Mother is set on him. Oh, why did you come? You'll get a fresh sweetheart, but Jim won't. And I shall keep my promise to him." But Bertha's love was unchanged; and to the breathless listener on tho other side of the wall, Will's tender pleadings were the knell of his son's hopes. What girl who loved hira could re sist handsome Will Carter? Gaunt and grizzled, with weather beaten, strongly marked features, he ho had always known that Jim wasn't ono that a girl would fancy. And Bertha had only accepted him at her mother's bidding, believing that Will was untrue to her. It was all so plain to hira now. Poor Jim 1 even a flower that Bertha had plucked was precious |to him. Hadn't he found a rose I vrhithered and dead in his pocket? : And all his love in vain ! Isaac whipped I j out his handkerchief, and inojiped his I j Ins face. Yet, if Will hadn't re turned— I But contrary to his expectation, the | girl was firm in her resolve, j "I won't listen to you," she said nt ! last, aroused by Will's upbrnidings. I "Jim isn't to blame—ho knew nothing iof our sweethearting—nor om I. It j didn't enter my mind that mother ; might 'vo got your letters. How should it? As if yon alono suffered 1" she Inhered. "Lot us part iriends." "Sweethearts or nothing," said Will gruffly. With u swish, swish of feet through the long grass, crawling to his knees, j old Isaac peered cautiously over the wall. Bertha was running toward the | house, nnd Will Carter, with his head i thrown back, striding in an opposito | direction. ! "Bless tho little maid I" ha ejaculat ed. "One time I was cleared for Jim. j But he's got a good grip o' things. | Yes, plenty more sweethearts for I Will," lie chuckled, observant of tho | pose of his head. "And there's but : one in the world for my lad—Bertha i Tregon. May my tongue bo slit if I i let out to him." lliuiDg, Isaac shouldered his basket aud £)roceeded on his round. The old fisherman had been some what rash, however, in his conclusions. By her own admissions, Bertha's decision had been prompted solely by fear of her mother, and consideration for James Hoclien. But if on "reflec tion she wero still willing to sacrifice her happiness, Will Carter certainly had no intention ol yielding to her weakness. A lino seaman of whom Pengelly was proud, for the past year Will had beon on board a yacht cruising in tho Medi terranean. But for reasons best known to herself, Mrs. Tregon had discountenanced his suit, and, although he had every confidcuco in her, Bertha's silence had inspired misgiv ings not easy to allay. Once more free, he had returned at the earliest date to England, and at Plymouth, where ho landed, had met a lriend, who, among other items of Pengelly news, informed him of her desertion, add iu g: "And she'll bo Mrs. Ho ok on in a fortnight." Determined to domaud a full cspla- i nation from Bertha herself, Will made I 110 comment, but his laugh was un mirthful. And with rage in his heart | bo had hailed a passing cab, driven to ' the railway station, and taken the train to Wulebridge. Thence he could I walk to tho Tregons'. But tho house in view, in crossing j the field, Will espied Bertha in the ■ garden, and, with a muilled Ahoy! ' epedeto tho tree that sheltered old Isaac. She had swiftly joined him. Nevertholsss, tho shock of his return was visible iu her white face, and her trembling lips would frame no wel come. Looking at him imploringly, her bine eyes filled. And longing to clasp her in his arms, the reassuring words which, while culigktening him, had chilled Jim's father, did duty for the reproaches he had come primed with. But Will had taken Bertha by sur prise, and between her dread of him and terror of her mother, who ruled the Tregon household with a rod of iron, 110 rightly divined that she had caught at the readiest means of escape which iu her direction had presented itself to her. Yet his faith in her firm ness was limited; the revival of fond memoriies would ten i to lessen her mother's influence. And cunningly calculating that apparent indifference would further incline her to be guided by his counsels later, ho devoted a week to his friends and generally en joying himself. His disappointment treated thus lightly, he succeed in de luding everybody, including Bertha, who shed bitter tears in secret that he should be so easily consoled for her loss. The bare sight of James Hocken almost maddened uer; and she had to hide her aversion to him, and listen evening after evening to his dull talk. And in another week she would be his wife. Tho tree beneath which she and Will had parted had become her favorito resort. Here she could indulge in tho luxury of "a good cry" unrebuked; and, grown desperate with tho nearer approach of tho wedding day, sitting 011 the gnarled roots one afternoon, she burst into a very passion of grief. A face—Will's—appeared above the wall. "Ahoy! Whatever's the matter, Miss Tregon?" ho gravely inquired. ".Shall I fetch Mr. Hocken to 'ee?" "I hate him! I hate him!" she sobbed hysterically. "That's bad," said Will sympatkiz ingly. "What's ho beon up to?" "Hp to ! Isn't he old ; isn't he ugly ; isn't bo stupid! And—and—l hate him! I hate him!" she reiterated. "And I won't marry him. Mother may storm, but 1 don't care." Will vaulted over tho wall. On tho day appointed for James Hocken's nuptials tho whole village flocked betimes to the church. But neither bridegroom nor bride put iu an appearance, and by and by it was known that Will Carter and Bertha Tregon were missing, and that there would be no wedding at Pengelly that day. Weeks and months rolled by, and no tidings could bo gleaned of tho graceless couple. They had clean van ished, leaving no clew to their where abouts. Mrs. Tregon's tongue sharp ened to a double edged sword, ready to slay friends and foe alike who al luded to her daughter. And tho dumb misery ox Jim's plain face was pitiful to soo. Old Isaac's heart ached for his sou. If he had only prepared him for tho blow! Curiosity was at longth appeased. An acquaintance of the runaways visited London, and returned with a wo fill story. She had seen Bertha, who had confided to her that after being married at a registry oliice, | Will and had decided to go to Ameri ca, but while looking in at a shop j window he had been robbed of his savings, and that subsequently they wero reduced to great straits. Then he had brought her the welcome news that ho hail obtained a berth on a steam launch, and tho next morning j lie bid her goodby to go aboard, since 1 when she had never clapped eyes on j liirn. Mrs. Pegg also said that Bertha I had refused to give her her address, j But Jim ascertained that she had met her at liotherhitke, and that was 1 enough for him. j "I'm off to London," he announced, when bo came downstairs al'lcr paciug the floor the live-long night. "I shall niver rest until Carter and me are face to face." "Thee be a fule, Jim," his father ( who had been disturbed by his monotonous tread overhead, said peevishly. "If you must stir in this | business, find Bertha. It'd bo a ! charity. For all her sharp temper, I her mother's frettin' herself iuto her I grave. Take what money you want out o' my old leather bag; only I promise, lad," noting tho sullen fire in his deep set eyes, "not to meddlo ; wi' Will." 1 "Trust mo to find Bertha." Jim bail been in London. Hiree months; bis quest bad been unsuccess ful i yet bo contiuued to haunt tho principal thoroughfares, tramping north, south, east and west, in turn. Big Ben bad struck 1 ; he was ro crossing Westminster Bridge to bis lodgings, when a woman crouching by a lamp post ahead of him, fell forward in a heap, and, hastening his steps, ho endeavored to raise her. But with the light falling on tho pallid, hanger pinched face a groan escaped him. ilia quest for Bertha Carter had ended. At that moment a policeman came up. "Poor soul! she's dead," he said, at a glance. "Better so than tho leap into tho water she was bent on. I've had my eye on her since 7 o'clock. She seemed dazed." The body was conveyed to the mor tuary, and the verdict at tho inquest was in accordance with the medical testimony, that death was duo to starvation. I Outwardly calm, his sole thought to avenge Bertha, Jim staggered out of I tho court. I His inquiries for tho man "who had I robbed him of the ono jewel ho covet- j ed, to cast it irom him, at length ! I elicited that a seaman answering to liis ; description of Carter was homeward : bound from Singapore. Thenceforth, j knowing neither hunger nor wcari- 1 ness, he was watchful of new arrivals i at the docks. His desire for revenge viu by now a monomania. Aud to-day he had a j strange prescicuco that Will and he : wero soon to meet. Self-absorbed, in crossiug the street ho wa3 knocked ! down by a dray, und, stunned, con voyed to hospital. On recovering consciousness his first request was for liis discharge. "Not yet awhile," said tho nurse. "But you won't be dull." That poor chap yonder," indicating a bandaged object iu a distant bed, "has been ask ing for you. You don't recognize him? No wonder! Ko was brought in months ago—after the fire in St. Thomas's street. Ho was lookiug on, and a woman and some children ap peared at a top window. The firemen were beaten back by the blazo below, but poor Will—he won't toll us his surname—couldn't withstand their cries, and he climbed up the water spout on to the roof with a rope, aud threw one end to them,and had actual ly lowered two of the children iu safe ty when tho walls collapsed. He was picked up so terribly injured that wo had little hope of him. But ho has done splendidly. If you—" But Jim was midway across the ward. Oh, heaven, to think that this poor mangled wretch was "handsome Will!" And so sorely misjudged. Leaning over the brave fellow Hock- I en's emotion was hard to restrain. | "Don't give 'em my name," whis- j pered Will. "I'm maimed for life. I And I wouldn't've poor iittlo Bertha | saddled with a helpless husband—uot ' likely. To have happened just when j tho tide had turned!" ho groaned. "Where is she?" "She has reached port before us," said Jim, in a smothered voico. "Don't 'ce take on, Will." His own tears wore coursing down h is rugged cheeks. "We'll go back to Pengelly. I can work for both." "You work for me? You—" "Wo both loved her," Jim reminded him. "If so be you'll trust yourseli to me. You will be doing me a i'avor." | Feebly pressing the hand that gripped his, Will mumbled indistinct- i ' ly, and hastily covered his face.— j Household Words. The Sweet aud Sentimental Murderer. "Thero is a story that tho most famous of all Japanese robbers, Islil kawa Goemon, once by night entering a house to kill and steal, was charmed by the smile of a baby which reached out hands to him, and that ho re mained playing with tho little creature until all chance of carrying out his purposo was lost" writes Lafcauio Hearu. "It is not hard to believe this story. Every year the police records tell of compassion shown to childreu by professional criminals. Some months ago a terrible murder case was reported iu tho local papers—tho slaughter of a household by robbers. Seven persons had been literally hewn to pisces while aeleep ; but tho police j discovered a little boy quite unharmed, crying nloue in a pool of blood; anil they found evidenco unmistakable that tho men who slew must have taken great care not to hurt tho child." An Expensive Death Vault. Tho hoiis of tho late Charles Pratt, a rich millionaire who died sorno time ago in Brooklyn, decided to build an expensive vault for tho last resting place of his ashes. The vault will be constructed of tho finest quality of marble and Mill be elaborate iu do sign. It will cost $190,099, in ad dition to which tho sum of SOO,OOO will bo set asido for tho proper cure aud maintenance of this handsorno monumental structure. In further ance of this plan agreed upon by the heirs a part of Mr. 1 latt's estato near Glen Cove, L. 1., has been set aside | as a private cemetery aud thero the ; vault will bo erected.—Atlanta Con ' stitution. Fossil Footprint of a (Hart Bird. By the falling of an overhanging cliff near Hastings, England, an inter esting slab of stone was exposed. It bears on its surface the clear impres sion of the foot of some gigantic ex tinct bird having three toes. Each toe-mark is nine and one-half inches long and shows that tho originnl of tho imprint had claws two inches in length. The ball of the foot, whero the three toes should meet as a center, does not appear, indicating that tho portion of tho foot did not reach the ground. From the tip of the middle claw to whore tlio spur toe mark is seen behind is exactly twenty-four inches. . .. # " ? .• -43 o*j of® oa a cA o o ooooa'o oti a o oooa oc' o cra'u 0000 o j IT Is said to be a noticeable fact all j along tho course of memorable his- j torical sieges that about the second I month several legions of demons get j into the besieged, as well as the be- j siegers. And when the latter happen : to be barbarians, the result is often j ultra-infernal, as after the capture of j Kherson, where Cougar Kluin, the lead- j i r of the Mongol invaders, ordered the j survivors to be Hung Into a pit that had been loaded with explosives, and then j put fire to the fuse. Hence also the sensation of horror that thrilled the civilized world at the report that the mining town of Bulu wayo had been surrounded by the vin dictive race of the Dark Continent. Sir j Sam pel Baker mentions a case where i that same tribe of savages disdained to make use of their spears, but leaped upon their prisoners like wild beasts to tear them with their claws and teeth. The trouble is that protracted sieges are always apt to rouse the beast under the skin of every male human being. The loss of relatives and friends turns i political adversaries into personal cue-1 mies. The besiegers feel that every j day of unsuccessful effort increases the slur upon their prowess, and long to be revenged. Alexander the Great was in sober moods anything but a savage, but the seven mouths' siege of Tyre ex hausted liis reserve funds of gener osity, and when the city had been taken by storm lie answered the appeals for mercy by showing t lie spokesman of the deputation a list of his own loss in dead and wounded, ami then ordered an equal number of the captives to be crucified. The yells of the thousands of victims writhing on crosses and trees could be heard at Sadurbal, at a dis tance of a league and a half. Another Instance of barbarian severity attended the last siege of Carthage. The Ro mans were not satisfied with the com plete demolition of the city, but em ployed several thousand carts for a week to scatter the many ruins, aud then plowed up the site of the main town and covered the ground with coarse salt, to diminish its attractive- j ness to future settlers. The barbarity of those ages lias been j equalled, if not excelled, by some of the ( horrors of modern sieges. The storm ing of Bagdad was an instance where I the fierce onslaught of ravenous Iluns j was met by all the obstacles, missiles i and projectiles that desperation could | suggest, and later at the storming of the hostile, in Paris, it scmeed as if brute frenzy had taken the place of human Instincts, driving the outside participants to rend stone from stone, and crush, mutilate and disfigure every enemy. Of all the sieges of late times, however, none can show such marvel ous endurance, such ferocious deter mination as that attending the ten months' siege and inch-by-inch capture of Saragossn. In December, ISOB, Mor tier and Mousey invested the city with an army of 33,000 regulars, 8,000 auxil iaries, besides teamsters and sappers and an artillery train of hundreds of mortars and siege guns. The outside walls crumbled like brick, but thou sands of volunteers closed every breach with hillock of rubbish, even when the French shotted their advanced batter ies with grape and cannister. "Gravel or bones, 'tis all the same," as long as the gaps get promptly closed, yelled the defenders. Cannon balls showered in to these ramparts of debris, but could never demolish them altogether. Like the sand bulwarks of Fort Fisher in our civil war, rubbish heaps proved more ! inexpugnable than granite. The col lapse of some lofty buildings like the convent of San Jose opened, however, a gate of access, and the division of Gen. Dujardin rushed up, dragging their cannon across stones and corpses and then opened fire into the gathering mob with such effect that the ground | could be held till two additional bri gades entered the city and instantly ; entrenched themselves among the | smoking ruins. But all that they had | thus gained was the change of opera tions to a close range fight. Missiles of i all sorts descended from the windows. I balconies and doors of the next street I buildings iu ceaseless volleys. The j defenders appeared to have no end of I ammunition, and had. indeed, stored i up sulphur and saltpetre enough to manufacture all the powder they need ed. They also improvised howitzers, and every now anil then a gang of youngsters would efnerge from some attic trap upon the top of a fiat roof, blaze a bushel of srbnee from a strange looking carronade and vanish the way they had come. These volleys had a limited range, but fired squarely into a crowd of trench digging soldiers they did terrible execution, till the French j devised a plan to checkmate that game, and kept cauuister-sliottod guns of their own ready aimed, to be fired the mo ment a group of amateur cannoneers ventured to show themselves oil the housetops. Incessant night alarms wore out the ad VA note corps of the besiegers. For the first few weeks hostile surprise par ties M ere foiled by the plan of keeping up blazing watcli tires, but that expe dient, too, had its disadvantages, since the glare of the flames revealed the whorahouts of sentries and patrols and made them an easy prey to sharpshoot ers prowling in the dusk of surround ing ruins. Besides tho woodwork of the captured buildings had all been consumed, and the Inclemency of the weather was aggravated by a fuel fam ine. In the fourth week of tho siego the French at last pushed their out works to the threshold of the Cosso, and coupled their summons of surren der with the threat of blowing up the principal buildings of the city. "War to the knife and to the last shanty wall," was the reply of Gen. Palafos. Many of the hopelessly wounded shammed paralysis, and on being car ried to the Improvised hospitals sudden ly rose upon their knees to attack the French surgeons with dagger knives. Iu the beginning of February the French sapcurs discovered the subter ranean galleries of the defenders, and to the havoc of the siege were now ad ded tin? horrors of an underground war; whole blocks of buildings were shat tered by the forces of volcano-like ex plosions that often hurled mangled corpses to the top of the highest stee ples. When finally surrender was made the dead list had reached the porten tious total of 53,727, and the work of murder never ceased till the skull bones of the last Infant had been shattered on the breast of the last woman—as an eternal and eternally unanswerable argument against the fortifications of iarire cities. JOHN R. IVI'LEAN. Mnn Who Cnmc Near Hcins: a Vice I'reHidcntinl Candidate. John 11. McLean, who was second in t lie race for the Vice Presidential nom ination in Chicago, is plucky in every thing he undertakes. lie was a tose ball catcher one time, and a more deter mined one never faced a pitcher. Harry Wright was one of the men he caught for, and that was before die days of masks ami stomach pails. After his base-bull i nthusinsm was partially knocked out by a foul tip, which took M \ m MM . JOHN li. m'i.kan. him to a dark room for two months to repair an impaired eye, his next ambi tion was to print the best newspaper in Ohio. He inherited the Cincinnati Enqulrei from his father, and while there may be some question as to the realization of Ills efforts he has certainly succeed ed in building up an extremely inuen tial and profitable newspaper. Then lie fell a victim to the wiles of Cupid and married Miss Mary T. Beale, daughter of General Edward F. Beale, of Wash ington. The bride was about 25 years old at that time and the groom ten years her senior. He has one of the swellest of the swell houses in Wash ington, entertains handsomely and lias among his guests the biggest men of both the Republican and Democratic parties. Two or three 3'ears ago lie sajd lie would not accept any political posi tion, but preferred the life of a private citizen. Mr. McLean is very wealthy. Some people estimate he is worth $20,- 000.000. He is a large holder of real estate in Cincinnati, a heavy owner of street railway stock in Washington and the chief stockholder in the princi pal gas plant of that city. He Is about 45 3* cars of age, handsome, practical and far-seeing In a business sense. New Process of Making Maps, William Ivorninacher, a druggist in South Scrauton, Fa., has discovered a j process of relief map-making which I marks a new era in that art. They ' are made by a chemical process, and | the largest country can be done iu three hours, and, 110 cut being used, | 1 lie cheapness of the process is easily I understood. The negative is done in plaster-of-paris, and from it the reliel can be finished in one hour. The coun tries are accurately represented, Ihe mountain ranges elevated in propor tion to one another, and the river cours es are in depression, and the maps can be colored and names im printed thereon. This process can 1)3 used in the manufacture of iunumer able other articles. Brown—Confound it! There's that mosquito again. Smith—Well, don't slap your face like that. He'll take it for an encore.—Puck. A man's sins will not lind him out as soon 11s ills wife. THE LIGHT. There is no shadow where my love is laid; For (over thus I fancy in my dream. That wakes with mo and wakes my sleep) somo gleam Cf sunlight, thrusting through the poplar shade, Falls there; and even when tho wind has played His requiem for tho Day, one stray sun. beam, Pale as tho palest moonlight gllmmers'eoem, Keeps sentinel for Her till starlights laJe. And I, remaining bore and waiting long, Aud all onfolded in ray sorrow's night. Who not on earth again her face mr.v see— For even memory does her likeness wrong— Am blind and hopeless, only for tho light— This light, this light, through all tho years to be. —H. C. Buuuor, IIUMOR or UIE DAY. "I second the motion," said the man on tho rear of the tandem.—Yale Record. He—"Darling, "we'll have a lot to contend with when we arc married." She—"Yes, dear, we'll have each oth er."—Judy. "Dear me!" exclaimed tho fond father, anxiously; "whatever can be tho matter with tho baby? It isn't crying."—Puck. "Queer how everybody resents hot weather." "Yes, and when a line day comes along they all strut as if they had made it."—Chicago Record. "I refuse him regularly each mouth. Ho proposed last night for tho twentieth time." "Oh, he is con vinced now that it sale."—Truth Thero aro two kinds of people: Those who talk without thinking, and those who think without talking; and they make each other very tired.— Puck. Mr. Youngman—"ls thero any way to lind out what a woman thinks of you, without proposing?" Mr. Bene dict— "Yes; make her mad."—New York Weekly. Not a Bit Abashed : "I should think those strawberries would bo ashamed of the discrepancy between their size and their price." "Oh, they have plenty of sand in them."—Truth. She—"l hear Miss Fiurts is learn ing to ride a bicycle." Ho—"But she rode one last year; why does she have to learn again ?" She— "Another gen tleman is teaching her."—Funny Cuts. Prisoner—"l hope your Honor will be lenient wit' me, l'er I am "a poet." Judge—"Hera ; ever publish any po ems?" Fr*-saner—"Oh, yes, sir; lots of 'em. Judge—"Six months."— Judge. Bobbie—"Mother, were all the bad men destroyed by the iiood? ' Mother "Yes, my son." Bobbie—(who lia9 just received a whipping from his father) —"When is thero going to be another flood:"- -Brooklyn Life. A man who stuttered badly went to consult a specialist ftbout his affliction. The expert asked: "Do you stutter all tho time?" "N-n-n-no." Replied tho sufferer. "I B-s-s-stut-t t-t-ter only when I t-t t-talk."—Harper's Bazar. Mrs. Third wed "That youDg Mary Allen makes a perfect idiot ol herself over her husband." Mr 3. Fouithwed—"Well, my dear, you must remember that be is tho first one she ever had."- Cincinnati Enquirer. -- "I wish wo were rich, John, and could do something for tho world," Mrs. Clericus remarked, half devout edly, half impatiently. "But, my dear, we enn do good in a quiet way now." "Yes: but 110 one will ever hear of it."—Tit-Bits. He (as tho pitcher bonds himself out of shape just us he is about to de liver tho ball) "Now get on to his curves!" She (her first game)—" Yes, isn't it awful? Ono would think it impossible for him ever to get back into his original shape."—Puck. Tommy—"3ay, Mollio, 1 wish I bad ten cents to get some candy with." Mollie—"Go and ask father who Socrates was and what he meant by tho differential calculus. He's got company, and I shouldn't wonder if ho gavo you a quartor."—Boston Transcript. "Wo try," explained the precep tress, "to givo the girla a practical education, and to especially lit them to be wives. Yes. First class in tying a man's cravnfc, attention ! Cooking? Oh, no, not since years ago." Already the new century was dawning, cold and gray.—Detroit Tribune. The Edelweiss* In certain parts of the Alpine chain there are certain portions delivered over to the chamois as tlioir own, in which no gun may bo fired, where tho beautiful creatures may bo sure of rest aud security, in which they may nurture their young, and to which, when hard pressed they may lleo, as as to cities of refuge. Iu Tyrol such an asylum is called Gamsenfreiheit. Of late years it has becomo necessary for law in Switzerland to exteud its protection to tko edelweiss. This pe culiar and beautiful [lower is much iu request, both by lovers, who present it to their sweethearts, and also for tho formation of little mementos for travelers. The edelweiss doen not require an altitude so great that it is uear tho snow, nor a precipitous rock to crown; the poor plant has been driv en higher and even higher aud to in accessible points as the only places where it can live unmolested. At Rosenheim, on tho Bavarian plateau, at tho roots of tho mountains, aro fields of edelweiss, where the plant is cultivated to satisfy the insatiable visitor, who insists on going home from his holiday with a tuft in his hat, and on sending dried specimens to all his friends. —Chambers's Jour nal.
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