Mr. Gladstone is the freshest, live liest, most thoroughly up-to-date ••back number" existing in the world to-day. The number of unmarried women ' in England and Wales exceeds tho number of unmarried men by nearly 200,000. Germany aud Spain are now con nected by a submarine cable 1250 miles long the ends of which are at Emdeu and Vigo. It is the first link in a series of lines to be extended to Brazil and tho United States by way of the Azores. Tho death is recorded in England at the age of at least sixteen of an ant (not aunt) of Sir John Lubbock. This large black insect, whose name was Methuselah, was brought home to England years ago by that celebrated naturalist, aud by him studied to great advantage. Its home was in a cosy glass house on tho scientist's desk. The widow of a stage driver who was killed by a tree falling upon him while driving by in South Vancouver, British Columbia, sued the town for 815,000 damages, and a sympathizing jury, after a three days' trial, has awarded her SIO,OOO, tho claim being that the tree was known to be danger ous, and should have beeu cut down. Cologne has been celebrating tho carnival by a historical aud artistic procession arouud the Cathedral, in cluding young women who represented St. Ursula and her 11,000 virgins, the town tower and the mercenaries em ployed by the archbishops when they were secular princes. It is asserted that the carnival has been held at Cologne since pro-Christian times and that it is tho direct representative o? the Roman Saturnalia. It is said that "horror parties" are now the rage in Missouri. We do not know just what sort of entertainments these are, comments tho New York Observer, but we huve an impression that this "horror" business is being overdone, both in daily journalism and in general literature. Tragedies are not proper aliment for the mind, whicli was never meant to live on that sort of food. It is high time that a healthier state of public opinion on this subject was assiduously cultivated. Ton million dollars moro is to bo givou by Baroness do Hirsch for tho benefit of the poor Hebrews ia this country, and especially in the City of New York. The fund will bo especially devoted to improving the conditions of those in tho quarter where they are so closely crowded as to make it al most a ghetto and providing model suburban homes. These, and tho various schools and other plans of benevolence, will, like all Hebrew charities, be under tho best manage ment, and need to lie. V Tho youngest president of a ropub lio is undoubtedly Jacob G. Smith, who is not yet in his seventeenth year. It must bo said, however, that the dominion over which President Smith rules is tho George Junior Re public, of Freeville, N. Y., which has clone much in tho way of teaching young waifs and criminals the mean ing of government and law. Jacob Smith was an expert thief and the ter ror of his neighborhood when he came to the Republic, but he immediately began to reform, showing an excep tional desire to acquire knowledge. He has been a model boy in every re spect sinco then and now is a member of the Methodist Church, in which he conducts a Sunday-school class. By industry and economy he managed to save enough money to take his younger brothers out of tho slums end has al ready mado one of them self-support ing. "Jake," as ho is familiarly known, has held every office in the gift of the Republic. The editor of the Christian Observer of Lonisville, Ky., has had a canvass made of the churches of that city, with a view of ascertaining how many attendants they have, the number of members and the number added in 1896. Eighty-four churohes report a membership of 25,423. Tho attend ftuce at the morning service of eighty seven churches is 14,588; of eighty five churches at evening service, 10,- 483,0f eighty-four churches at Sunday school, 13,829; of fifty-tree churches at prayer meeting, 2207. The number of men who joined fifty-four churches, last year was 489; tho number of per sons of both sexes who joined soventy chnrches tho same year was 2337, From the returns of seating capacity it would appear that tho evangelical churches for whites have room for about ono-fourth of the population of the city. It is stated that seventy per cent of the white population of Lonisville over twelve years of age, ere not church members. BITTER AND SWEET. i Tho apple that srrows tho hlgb' "t 19 the best upon the tree; The rose that is most fragrant always has the sharpest thorn: The pearl that is the purest lies within the deepest sea, And the deeds that live tho longest are of hardest efforts born! The love that's won too lightl}* is not treas ured as a gem; The words that tlow too freely never have the greatest weight; Man appreciates his blessings if he has to strive for them, But he never knows their value if they're passed up on a plate. —Cleveland Leader. A NARROW ESCAPE. last time I had y* ffl seen Charlie Rudge -jfll was years ago, when him good e on the platform °f the station of the J* little town where wo both lived, and he had shouted as "" Y away that he would v V\ write in the course J °f a Jay or two. I remembered him well—a seedy look ing figure in a well-worn brown over coat, a rather dirty collar round his throat, and an old topper that had done duty for many a rainy day, and was past ironing. A merry-hearted, good-natured fellow was Rudge; ever empty of pocket and open of heurt; rather weak-minded, and easily im posed upon. He never kept his promise of writ ing, and for eight veurs I had heard nothing of him, when, not long ago, a rap came at my door, and in came Charlie Rudge, exclaiming: "Hullo, old chap, how are you?" "Rudge! Why, who on earth would have thought of seeing you?" "Didn't know you were in town, old boy, or I'd have come before. Saw your name in some paper tho other day and your address. So here I am." As wo talked over old times I ob served him curiously. Just tho same old Rudge, with the addition of a beavy moustache. His hat was exactly like tho same old topper, very napless; his collar might have been tho iden tical one ho had ou when I last saw him, while his shirt front and frock coat were rivaling each other in de crepit old age. I asked him to lunch. At first ho could not stay, having a most. important engagement in the city, where ho was about, it appeared, to preside over a board of directors. Tho same old liar ! Afterward he re lented and did stuy, saying the meet ing could wait. We talked of many things. He had apparently tried most occupations and mastered none. Now he was on cer tain company promoting schemes, which, he said, was risky work, as he had to chauco losing largo sums of money. I glanced at his shabby coat! Where was he living? At Brixton, and I must go over and dino with him on Thursday evening. I really must. "Got bachelor diggings, don't you know, old chap, and we'll have a rare old time of it." So I accepted. Then he told me ho was engaged to a "fine girl, old chap. Awfully lucky fellow to got her. When am I going to be married? Not quite sure, but between you and me, I fancy I shall make a stroke of luck soon, and then—oh, I say, you shall bo 'best man' you must. Ainy'il bo delighted. She's a splendid girl. Money? Oh, she's a bit down ou her luck now. Clever girl, though. Does typewrit ing—well, I must say good bye now. Don't forgot Thursday, old chap." On Thursday I went over to Brixton, and after considerable wandering reached a small back street and knocked at a dingy door, which was opened by a slatternly looking woman, who showed me into a room where mine host awuited me. A curtain hung across this room, barely conceal ing a bed and washstund. "How are you, old chap? Hope you don't mind small diggings, but they're awfully comfortable. Just one room, you Fee ; I find it handier than having a separate bedroom—no fag going from one room to the other. We'll have supper in a trice. Hope you don't mind a cold collation?" The "cold collation" shortly revealed itself upon a grimy table cloth, and consisted of small meager slices of cold beef, a bottle ot mixed pickles, some bread and about three ounces of cheese. "Mrs. Wilkins," cried Rudge, as that inestimable personage was leaving the room after having laid the above banquet and scattering some knives and forks promiscuously upon the table, "we shall want some coffee, please. Would you kindly get us some. You'll have some, won't you, old chap?" I nodded. Mrs. Wilkins stood with her arms akimbo and scowled. "Where's the money, Mister Rudge ?" "Oh, certainly, certainly, Mrs. Wilkins. Why, dear me, 'pon my soul I haven't got anything less than a sovereign"—Mrs. Wilkins sniffed. "Eh? Well, if you don't mind lend ing me a shilling, old boy. Thanks awfully." Rudge did the honors of tho meal in truly aristocratic style. He became exceedingly confiding: "Now, old chap, I'm going to tell you a secret aud put you on to a good thing in tho bargain. I've chummed up lately with a follow named Mars worth, who's an awfully clover chap ' and up to all sorts of tips. Well, he's got one or two of us to go shares with f him in a grand scheme. I'm not at , liberty to tell you exactly what it is, but it's a big affair. He knows moro about tho ins and outs of company promoting than I do, and he's just started a syndicate for booming the thing, nnd if you want a good' Invest ment, 1 think I can say it will pay you nearly cent for cent; at any rate, Marsworth says it ought to. I wouldn't tell any one else, but for the sake of eld times I've given you the tip." Somehow my soul did not yearn for this tip, and I gave Rudge distinctly to understand, and urged this point emphatically, that I was absolutely short of spare cash. "Well," he said, "I'm sorry, for you might have made a good thing out of it. But let me tell you some thing else. Marsworth's put me on as secretary, and this morning he came to mo in rather away; he'd made some technical mistake—just a little legal slip, or something—and there was only one way out of it—the signa tures of the directors to some docu mout or other; I never bother about these things, you know. He'd got one man to sign, and he wanted my name. Then he could raise capital at once, and he's promised us both a hundred pounds on Saturday. Did I sign? Rather, my boy." "But, is it all right?" "Oh, Mr. Marsworth's safe as nails, and as honest as the day. He's been awfully nice to me all along." "Well, I shouldn't touch that money " "Not touch it? Won't I, though ! And I've had 200 shares allotted to mo free, besides the post of secretary, and soon, old fellow, you'll have to be 'best man,' for I'm going to have the banns put up on Sunday week." A few days after this I met Rudge in the city. He was smartly dressed and told me that Marsworth bad given him the money, and also that he had sold some of his shares for £OO that morning, "as a favor to a pal of mine, old chap." Then about a week after ward I had a letter from him saying he had taken a house and fixed the day of the wedding. Some few days had elapsed. It was past midnight, aud I was just think ing of retiring, being the only one up in the house, when a knock came to the door. I carefully withdrew the bolt and latch. A man with his coat collar turned up, a multler over his face, and a hat slouched down over his eyes dashed in, almost knocking me down. For a moment I was staggered, and then made a rush for the in truder. "Hush! For heaven's sake shut the door!" It was Rudge! I shut and bolted the door. "What do you want?" "Let me come into your study, please." I took him there, and he threw him self into u chair, exclaiming: "I'm a hunted man. For the sake of our friendship, don't betray me. I swear I'm innocent." "What's the matter, Rudge?" "Marsworth I Forgery and embez zlement !" I bean to see daylight. "What, has he turned out a fraud?" "Yes; aud worse than that. I'm in it, too. Thcro's a warrant out against me." The poor fellow began to sob bit terly, aud by degrees it all came out. Marsworth had used him and the other man as tools, neither of them having the slightest idea what was really hap pening. Marsworth had known that the crash must come, and had pro vided for it. He was nowhere to be found. The other man had been ar rested, and Rudge had escaped by the skin of his teeth aud come to me. I saw he was more sinned against than sinning, aud I gave him my solemn promise that I would assist him in es caping out of the country. The poor fellow had been honest about it, aud had actually sent tho hundred pounds to tho Public Prosecutor, having, he told me, some £B7 loft out of tho £OO he had received for the now worthless shares, and with which he determined to get to America, feeling euro the friend who had bought them would not grudge the money. "But," said I, "you'll never get abroad. "They'll look for you at tho docks sooner than anywhere. Be sides, you're not easily disguised." "That's true,"he said; "and they've got my photo, I'm afraid." Rudge had a very striking profile, his nose being a most prominent fea ture. "Look here," I exclaimed; "your best plan is to make for the Conti nent. How about going to Antwerp or Holland, and getting a passage to America on a North Gorman Lloyd?" "Ah, that's a good thought. We'll decide to morrow." I gave him a shake-down for the night and kept him concealed in my study next day, taking in his meals myself. He wrote a letter to his fiance, whom I promised to see next day, aud then we decided that he should take the 8.30 p. m. train from Liverpool street to Harwich. He shaved off his mustache and stained his eyebrows, and I managed to get him a black wig. But nothing sufficed for that profile of his, and I warned him to beware of exposing his face too much. I also managed to rig him out in some other clothes, and I gave him a bag and sundry requisites. "Now," I said, "I shall come down and see you off, so that I can go and tell Miss Saunders you are safe. But as soon as we get to Liverpool street we'll separate. Do not take any further notice of mc. Go first class —it's only a few shillings more ; get in the carriage at once and sit on the further side, reading a newspaper un til tho train starts." He promised to observe all these precautions carefully, and in due time I found myself hanging about the platform at Liverpool street, appar ently studying the boat train, but really keeping my eyes fixed on a par ticular compartment wherein sat Rudge. As luck would have it there were few passengers that evening and he had the compartment to bimsefi. The whistle sounded, the train began to move out of the station, and 1 was '.congratulating myself that all had gone well, when I saw Rudge deliber ately change his seat for the ono nearest the platform, exposing his profile as he did so. At tho same in stant a tall, well dressed individual, who had been lounging about the platform, made a rush for the car riage. Rudge, catching sight of him, darted back. "Stand away theire!" shouted a porter, catching a man by the arm, just as he was about to board the train. "You fool!" cried the man, "I'm a police officer. I should have nabbed him if it hadn't been for yon." "Very sorry, sir," said the porter. "But yon cau telegraph." "Thank you for nothing," said the detective, as be turned and rushed to the telegraph office. "Where will they catch him?" I asked the porter. "At Harwick, sir. The train doesn't stop till then." I went to sec Miss Saunders next morning, introducing myself as Rudge's friend, and found her quite broken-hearted, nnd yet just a little bit hopeful at the idea that he had escaped. With deep pity for her I was obliged to tell her what had hap pened. It was the last stroke of grief for her, and she burst into tears. In vain I tried to cheer her with the hope that he might have escaped, after all. "No, no. I'm sure they've got him, and ho'll go to prison. Oh, you don't think he is a criminal, do you?" "No, Miss Saunders ; he's only very weak. But he will have to suffer if he is taken, and you must cheer him by promising to be faithful to him." "Oh, 1 will. I am content to wait if it comes to the worst." I left her promising to see her again in a few days. As I went home I bought an evening paper, and the first thing on which my eye lighted was the following: THE MARSWOKTH FRAUDS. Strange Disappearance of the Man Rudge. Last evening just as the 8.30 train from Liverpool street to Harwich was moving out of the station. Detective Inspector Brett suddenly rocognized Rudge, one of tho men who is "wanted" in connection with the Marsworth frauds, seated alone in a first class compartment. Tho inspector was too late to enter the train, but at once wired to Har wich, and on the train arriving there a force of police in plain clothes were ready waiting to arrest the criminal. Htrange to say, how ever, although the train was carefully searched no trace of him was discovered. As there had been no stop between Liverpool street aud Harwich itistupposed that the unfortunate man must have jumped from his carriage in desperation. Nothiug has since been heard of him, however, and the affair remains a mystory. "Poor Rudge!" I sighed, as it dawned upon me that perhaps ho was lying crushed and mangled somewhere along the line. I was terribly upset and only hoped that Miss Saunders would not get hold of the paper. The next evening the postman brought me a letter with a French stamp and a Paris postmark, and tho direction written in the sprawling fist of Rudge! I hastily tore it open, aud read as follows: Dear Old Chap: Just a lino to tell you that I'm neither dead nor in prison. How you must have been wondering what had becomo of mc! I saw you noticed the detective had spotted me. What a fool I was to move—and I wondered how on earth I should escape, for I guessed they would be waiting for mo at Harwich. At llrst I thought of risking it • and jumping, but suddenly a bright idea struck me. 1 knew that, although tne car riage I was in did not stop before wo reached Harwich, that I had once traveled by this very train to Ipswich, and on puzzling it out I remembered that there was a "clip coach" in the rear which is "slipped" at Colchester, aud afterward runs on to Ipswich. If I could got on board that coach I should bo safe, and I made up my inind to try it. I opened the door and got out on the footboard and started on my journey to the rear of the train. And it was a journey! I had to creep aloug three carriages, nnd wo were going at a good speed; then I had to duck my head as I pissed the windows, lest people should see me, and I was particularly careful at the guard's van. At last I found myself on the footboard of tho last coach, aud, to my joy, discovered an *mpty compartment. We were slipped at Colchester, anil I managed to evade the ticket collector, got a bed for the night, ran up to town the next inoruing, risking discovery, caught the 11 a. ra. boat train from Charing Cross, and hero I am! I am off to Hamburg to-morrow, aud shall take passage from there to America. I have written to tell Miss Saunders I am safe, and you shall both iiear from rno again as soon as I reach America. With everlasting thanks, yours ever, CHARLES H. RUDGE. This is the true history of Radge's marvelous escape. He reached Amer ica and gladdened tho heart of his lianceo by getting an appointment there—of course, under another name. Miss Saunders was talking of going out to him, but I have just heard that Marsworth is taken, and has made cer tain confessions that olear Rudge and the other man from all share in the frauds, except that of being Mars worth's dupes. So I arn in hopes that all will be right yet. —Pearson's Week Danger in Postage Stamps. One of the newest diseases is the "postage stamp tongue." The credit of discovering it is due to a Loudon physician. It appears that the mucil age itself is injurious, and thut, further, it is an excellent cultivating ' medium for germs of the worst char- | aefcer. In the ailment called "postage stamp tongue" the latter becomes sore and covered with red spots. A bad sore throat is likely to follow if great care is not taken. Apart from the specific disease of the tongue, any oontagious disease may bo acquired through the medium of maoilage. Never lick a postage stamp with your tongue, say the physicians. It shows a great lack of cleanliness and hygie nic knowledge. The Jungfrau Railroad. The proposed railway up the famous Swiss peak, Juugfrau, is about to be commenced. Its maximum gradient will be one in fonr and the sharpest curve of 328 feet radius. Tho power will be supplied by turbines with au available force of 4500 horse power. Electro motors will be used for trac tion purposes. The total length of the road w:!l be 7.G miles, the total rise being 0555 feet. THE FIELD OF ADVENTURE. THRILLING INCIDENTS AND DAR ING DEEDS ON LAND AND SEA. Chased by a Hand of Sioux Indians- Keeper's Nerve When a Lioness Hot Loose. THE real "Deadwood Dick," otherwise Dick Clark, laugh ingly repudiates most of the deeds and adventures attri buted to him by the dollar a-mile dime novelists, but is willing to admit that he has been in some pretty tight places, and is duly thankful that he lives to tell the tale. Clark is in the employ ment of theF., E. and M. V. Railway Company, at Whitewood, and now goes about a daily routine, utterly de void of romantic features, but if prop erly approached he is not averse to "spinning a yarn" about the days when he was an r.dventurous boy, scouting fjr Uncle Sam. He gives the story of his most thrilling experience us follows: "The tightest pinch I was ever in was in the spring of '73, on a ride from Fort Pembina to Fort Stephen son, away up North. 'Jimmy from Cork,' a well known scout of those days, had the ride to make, and in vited me to go along, with the assur ance, however, that it would be at the risk of my scalp. "It was lovely weather when we started, and wo had a pleasant, un eventful trip to within a couple of days' ride of the Missouri. Jimmy was jolly company, always telling stories and cracking jokes, like the happy-go-lucky Irishman ho was. He was not only good company, but he wusagood man to have with you in a scrimmage, lor, although he was a lit tle chap, he was strong and wiry and was totally devoid ot fear. "One evening, a couple of days be fore we expected to reach the river, we had stopped to cam}), and had tne horses picketed out and the tire going for supper, when Jimmy suddenly laid his ear to the ground, then looked up and remarked quietly : 'lnjuns, Dick ! Get th* horse, an' bo quick, too, i'r we've got t' roide f'r ut!' "Wo didn't have much of a start, for by the time we got into the saddle they were within rifle shot of us. As soon as ho was mounted Jimmy, who was a splendid marksman, drew a bead on the foremost red and 'got' him— and for a moonlight shot from the back of a nervous horse 1 thought it was pretty good. Then we tlew, with the bullets pelting all around us. "Our objective point was a place known to Jimmy as the 'Dog's Den,' about sixty miles from where the reds Hushed us; and the question was uppermost all the time, Cau we make it? Well, to make a long story short, we did make it, running right through another bunch of Sioux to get there, just as wo began to think ourselves safe. Jimmy shot one red's pony, and was hit on the leg himself; but it wasn't much more than a scratch. His horse was grazed on the llauk by the same bullet. "We were mighty glad to get into the 'Dog's Den,' which was au ex cellent place for defence. It was a little rock strewn terrace, backed up by a perpendicular clilf. The rocks in front made a natural barricade. There was a little grass and a spring of water; and, properly provisioned,a half dozen or so of men might have withstood an army there. As soon as wo got inside the barricade wo dis mounted nnd looked back. The reds, half a hundred or more, were swarm ing right after us. "All day we stood off tho crowd without much trouble, but when the shadows began to lengthen wo got un easy, for wo knew wo couldn't hold out against so many in the dark. Wo had done it for tho hour or so before daylight, but wo couldn't do it all night. So, just as the dusk began to gather, Jimmy told mo to go aud get the horses. I saddled them in good shape and joined Jimmy, and presently he gave tho word, and tho way we Hew down that hill was worth tho price of admission. I didn't seoanythiug dis tinctly, but I knew that wo were going through a lot of Indians bunched to gether ; that they were shooting at us, and we at them, and the next thiDg Jimmy and I were side by side skim ming over the level prairie toward the source of tho Jim River. "For about an Lour we rode, with the red rascals none too far behind, and taking an occasional shot at us, 1114.il we came suddenly to a little stream that tlowod toward tho Big Cheyenne. It wasn't very wide, but the banks were high and almost per pendicular, so we did not try to cross the stream, but turned and followed it. From the yells that followed this movement we knew that the reds had seen us, and thought they had us trapped. Then suddenly half a dozen little fires sprang up in our rear and in almost less time than it takes in the telliug these merged into oue great wall of Hame that bounded across the prairie behind us like a race horse. "It looked as though we innet surely die, in one way or another, but wo in tended to die fighting. We found a place where, by going down the bank carefully, wo could get into tho creek bed. Then we set a back fire, and another on the opposite side of the creek, after which we got into tho water, with nothing but our faces out, and waited for the big fire to come along. "It came, along with a pelting storm of Hying, burning missiles. It jumped tho creek and presently petered out, but not until the terrible beat bad singed off our whiskers and tho hair our hats didn't cover and the smoke had almost suffocated us. Alter it was over we got out and reconnoitred, but there was no sign of the Indians, and wo decided they mur-t be waiting for the ground to cool before coming to find our charred and blackened re mains. "Pretty soon we nulled out and .re siimed our trip toward the head waters ol the Jim, and in a few hours wo came upon the camp of some friendly half breeds—eleven of them —who were hunting horses that had been stampeded by the Indians. They took us in, fed and sheltered us, and came near suffering for their hospital ity, lor at daybreak the Indians, who had struck our trail and followed it, came along and demanded our surren der. "The half breeds were game, how cvor, and told them to stand back and light; they wouldn't deliver us worth a cent. The messengers went back and reported, and they charged on us in the buffalo wallows, with the result that we emptied throe or four sad dles. "Then followed as pretty a light as ever I care to tee. They were four to one, at least; but while a half dozen of us remained entrenched and did ef fective shooting at the least possible risk to ourselves, tho others got out and fought them Indian fashion by riding around them and harrassing them, flank and rear. At the end of a couple of hours they got disgusted and withdrew, with the loss of a half dozen men and enough horses captured by the half breedß to recoup them for those they had lost, with several more for interest. Of our outfit three of our four were wounded, but none of them seriously. "Jimmy and I reached the post all right, but pretty badly scorolied and shukcn up. We parted there, and I did not see 'Jimmy from Cork' again until 187 C, when ho was at Crook City, in the Black Hills. He left there to join General Terry, and died a little later at Fort Buford."—St. Louis Globe-Democrat. An Animal Keeper's Nerve. "There was a man travelling with us some twenty years ago, an English man named Wilcox, who came to this country when quite a boy and grew up a pretty good American. Ho war a helper around the animals, and somehow he went to England and got a job with the old Wombwell Menag erie, long before it was sold to Man ders. When the split occured he went to the big Bellevue Garden at Manchester with some of the animals tho proprietors had bought. He soon rose to he i head man over the lions, tigers, &c., and had a house in a pretty little garden just within the great wall, near the entrance gates. Five nights before Christmas the lion ess, a new purchase recently imported from Africa, gave birth to a litter of four cubs, and tho cage front was boarded up and every care was taken of her. Well, Wilcox went on Christ inas Eve to a party with his wife, leaving his helper to feed the animals and close up. Toward midnight he returned, entered the gardens, and went to sleep ih his house. An hour later his wife woke Uim, saying there was a noiso outside in the garden, aud he got up and looked out of tho win dow. Bight in front of his house, at the big gate, was that lioness with one of her cubs, and she was biting at the door and scratching for dear life to get under it, her idea being to get out in the open. In that open, within a circuit of five miles, were more than a million people. Some one must have fastened her cage door insecurely or something had gone wrong. "Wilcox slipped on his trousers and shoes, and, despite all his wife could do, he slipped out of tho front door of his cottage, hurried around by the private hedge, and in the moonlight went running down through the lines of forcing houses for plants, keeping them between him and the gate as much as possible, and so vanished from his wife's sight, in the direction of the lions' house. In a short time ho reappeared right in the centre ave nue with a cub in his arms, and his wife saw him come boldly right down the walk until lie was within twenty yards or so of tho lioness. Then ho picked up a stone aud threw it at her as she lay biting at tho door. The brute looked round, saw the man, nnd jumped up with an angry growl. The man bit one of the cub's ears and made it cry out just as the lioness was about crouching for a spring. At that sound she rose, her tail moved softly instead of lashing her sides, and she walked straight to the keeper. Wilcox held the cub out to her and said, 'Hello, Queenie,' as if it was tie most natural meeting in tho world, nnd, letting her take the cub from his hand, he passed her and picked up the other one. She dropped tho one she held came to take the ono ho pioked up, getting more friendly every minute. So, picking up the cubs and giving them to her, stepping bnckward all the time, he slowly led the brute to her cage, and then mount ing the narrow platform, pushed the iron gate opon and threw a cub inßide to the furthest corner. The lioness bounded in after it, he threw the other cub in nlso, banged the gate to, Bhot the bolts, and fell unconscious from the platform to the ground. "Not seeing him return his wife sounded the alarm nnd brought nil the helpers to tho cottage, and they cau tiously went to look for him, and there they found him with n third cub curled up by his side. Well, the mat ter was of course kept quiet, tho un der keeper was severely scolded for carelessly shooting the bolt past the socket instead of into it, and as for Wilcox they gave him a present ol §2500, and his place was solid for keeps. It was a piece of good old fashioned American-raised grit just the same.—New York Sun. A New Soap Invention. It is said that a French chemist has mnde a blue soap which will render | unnecessary the bluing in tho laun .jlry. In ordinary soap he lncorpor ! rateß a solution of aniline green in strong aoetio ncid. The alkali of the soap converts the green into blue, WINOS OF A DOVE. it sunset, when the rosy light was dying Far down the pathway of tho west, I saw a lonely dove in silence flying To bo at rest, rilirrim or air, I cried, could I but borrow Thy wandering wrings, thy freedom blest, i d Ily away from every careful sorrow And find my rest. Hut when the dusk a filmy veil was weaving, Bac.v came the dove to seek her nest. Deep iu the forest where her n ate was jjriev iu K There was true rest. ! -'ace, heart of mine! no louder sigh to wan der; Lose not thy life in fruitless quest. Tuero are no happy islands over yonder; Come home and rest. -From Rev. Dr. Houry Van Dyke's "The Builders and Other Poems." HUMOR OF THE DAY. Ckolly—"I'll go crazy if yon don't marry me." She—"That's no proof \>u love mo.'' Little Clarence—"Pa, what is n ; pradox?" Mr. Callipers—"A possible I i-ipossibility, my son."—Judge. "Yarbley has takeu a violent dis taste for opera." "What a clever stroke of economy."—Chicago Record. —"I wonder if two really can lire cheaper than one?" He—"l guess tley feel cheaper." lndianapolis J urnal. "Do you think he really loves her?" ■ am sure of it. He exohanged his wiieel for the kind sho rides."—Brook lyn Life. Freddy—"What is statesmanship, p.pa?" Papa—"Statesmanship, my s a, is successful politics."—Now York C'jmmercial Advertiser. He—"Don't you think you could lorn to love mo?" Sho—"l would nt have to lenrn, if I felt inclinod to lire you."—lndianapolis Journal. Dusnup (skeptically) "Can you kiep a secret?" Penelope (convinc i'-'j)—"Just let me tell you some ol t! ■ secrets I am keeping 1"—Brooklyn E.gle. iiobson—"ls Robson a man you cu trust?" Dobsou—"Yes; that is, if you lend him anything; it's all you curdo."—New York Commercial Ad- Virtiser. beola—"Don't you think they are tvo boulh with but a single thought?" H.zel—"Well, I shouldn't wonder. Tiey are both making fools of them se ves."—Truth. Frances—"Yes, he is pursuing liter at re." Gertrude "lndeed! And is hi very successful?" Frances—"No. It is still a long way ahead of him."— Ci velund Leader. le (fervently)—" Your eyes are like th stars above." Sho (sleepily)— "mere are no stars above just now, CLirles—the sun is about to rise."— Br -okiyn Daily Eagle. What is a hardy rosebush?" "It is< ae that doesn't mind your mother pti ! ing it up by the roots every few do. s to see if it has begun to grow yc " —Chicago Record. lostess—"Ah, M. Le Ministrc, sit dovn on this Ottoman." Russian Di lomut— "Parbiieu ! I would zrazer stiud. Zo vare thought eez ccmpossi bli!"—New York Press. As ias been remarked, the fleroe battle is V > turn in disgust from slaughter, Oil cask to rosume, even-paced as before, t cheerfully boiling our water. —Chicago Record. 'Ah," exclaimed tho merchant, com innate the ollice and discovering ono ol ,'s clerks smoking; "yon are dis obi-,-ing ono of my rules, sir. I sup pos you are familiar with the old uda o, 'Where thore's smoke, there's lire'" And the clerk was promptly Arc.—Philadelphia North American. The Useful Baboon. S far as speed is concerned tho dog, of ourse, has the advantage, for the keemess of scent, for the instinct of findngedible plants and hidden water, aud is a sentinel against every kind of dan r, the baboon is nncqualled. L- Vaillant, an African traveller, givt an account of a tame baboon whiili accompanied him on some of bis . urneys. "By his cries," he says, "Uedways warned us of the approach of ai enemy beforo my dogs discov ered it. The dogs were so acoustomod to lis voice that they used to go to sleei. and I was at first vexed with thou for deserting their duties. When he