King Menelek, of Abyssinia, has ordered a battle picture from a Rus sian artist, to commemorate the thrashing he gave the Italians. Only six of the forty-five States of the Union indulge in the extravagance of annual sessions of tho Legislature, to wit: Georgia, Massachusetts, New York, Rhode Island and South Caro lina, all belonging to tho original thirteen. A number of liberal citizens of De troit, Mich., are about to present to the Salvation Army of their city a builamg valued at $71,000 in appro, ciation of the army's work for tho re lief of the poor and distressed during the past winter. It is said tho whole amount needed has been pledged, Mr. Carlton A. Beardsly starting the sub scriptions with $15,000. Secretary Alger is credited with giving SIO,OOO. The long-talked-of project of a rail road connecting North and South America is being revived. The nego tiations between Mexico and Guate mala, which were interrupted two years ago by the strained diplomatic relations of the two countries, have been resumed, and Mexico has just appointed a commission to act with a similar commission to be appointed by Guatemala. It will be the duty of the joint commission to select a feasible route for the proposed road. AD abstract of some statistics com piled in France on lightning accidents shows that during the past sixty-seven years for every one person killed three or four are wounded. In the mouth of March the average deaths amount to 1 per cent. ;in April, 3; in May, 7 ; in June and on September, 80, 20, 31 and 15 respectively; in October, 12. Most of the cases occur in tields and roads, but particularly under trees. In a period of thirty years 1700 persons were killed under trees, who probably would not have been injured if they had not taken refuge there; and one out of every four has been killed while sheltering under branches. In France there have been eight deaths per 100,000 inhabitants, and in Great Britain two. Thirteen American cities have now experimented with the system of va cant lot farming which Mayor Pingree of Detroit (now Governor of Michigan) invented three years ago as a means of helping destitute citizens to help themselves. The cities are, beside Detroit, New York, Buffalo, Seattle, 3t. Louis, Toledo, Boston, Brooklyn, Cincinnati, Duluth, East Orange, St. Paul, and Minneapolis, and in every one of them enough of benefit has been derived from the innovation to warrant a continuation of it. Next rammer it is believed that the plan will be adopted in many other places. Its chief advantages are that it gives a ready means of distinguishing the worthy poor who are willing to work from those to whom any form of in iustry is distasteful, and that it is a form of charity which tends little or not at all toward pauperizing those to whom it is extended. An effort will be made during this Congress to have the number of Cab inet officers increased to nine. The pioposition being agitated is to create Cabinet Department of Commerce and Industry, says the Washington Star. The tiret Cabinet, that of Washington, consisted of five members. The Sec retary of State was paid $3500 a year, and the others S3OOO each. War and Navy formed one department, and there was no Department of the In terior *cr of Agriculture. The first increase iu the number of Cabinet officers was under President Jefferson, who had a Secretary of the Navy and u Secretary of War, instead of the two offices being in ore. The number re" mained at six until President Taylor's term, when a Secretary of the Inter ior was aided. Just before the close of President Cleveland's first term the Department of Agriculture was estab lished and a Secretary of Agriculture was created. Prior to that there had been a Commissioner of Agriculture. The salaries of the Cabinet officers have been increased from time to time, until now they are SBOOO each per year. During the first three or four administrations of the United States the Cabiuets were not composed ex clusively of men who agreed in pol itics. Washington's administration was kept in a state of turmoil by the disagreements between Hnmilton and Jefferson, until finally the Cabinet was broken up. Madison, John Adams and Jackson bad much trouble with their Cabinets. Madison had seven teen men in his Cabinet during two terms; Jackson had nineteen and Grant had twenty-one. It has been a rare thing for a Cabinet to remain without change throughout an entire administration. REM EMBER ma. It may he years since one muoh loved Was locked in death's mysterious sleepj It may be that the flowers we kee* Because of them, Are no more wet with tears. Our lives go on without them; The nching void that Death has le." Is filled by other loves, And we are less bereft ■>'' Than when we heard the dall thud-thud That crazed us with Its utter hopelessness; But when we see a certain shade of hair, Or tone of voice, or even but the lifting of a hand, It all comes back As something we have known before, And we, remembering, understand. —Edna Heald, in Womankind. ON A JAUNTING CAR. BY ANNIE F. JOHNSTON. / MM - T was a June ■ f A morning in ipfr i ■ Cork. Miss Briggs and lier • niece had left H the rest of their H party at the ho- H jV tel, to recover JSk Jra lrom the effects of a rough pae "age, and had O i'fivV®- started out to explorethe quaint old town. The jaunting car rattled along through the crooked streets, and turned iDto a wide, Binooth avenue, whose hawthorn hedges were white with blossoms, and whose wayside trees covered it with a cool, deep shade; then back again into the crooked streets, where a detachment of soldiers passed them. "Look!" cried Emily with girlish enthusiasm, "there are some Highlanders!" A band came next, followed by sev eral carriages, while a noisy rabble of hooting, barefoot children and bois terous men and women straggled after. "What is the matter?" she asked of the driver, who had stopped his horse to let the procession pass. "It's O'Brien, miss," ho explained. "He'll be after spakin' in the park, the day, and they're fearful av a riot, miss." The procession was a long one, and they waited several minutes for it to pass. Just as they started on again, Emily, happening to look across the street, saw a man, evidently a tourist, hastily shutting up a small camera. "Auntie," she almost gasped, "I actually believe that man has been taking a photograph of us!" Miss Briggs looked quickly, but they had turned a corner, and he was out of Bight. "Well, it can't be helped," she said laughingly, but with an indignant pink Hushing up into her cheeks. "It serves us right for making a spectacle of ourselves by getting on to such an outlandish conveyance." On the following day, while Miss Briggs sat alone in the parlor of the Imperial Hotel, busily engaged with her journal, Emily entered, her hat awry and her face glowing. "Look!" she cried breathlessly. "Here is a sketch I made this after noon, auntie. I did it in sepia. And oil, I've had each an interesting ex perience! We all went up to Shan don churchyard, aud old Mr. Lumb took me up in the tower to read the inscription on the bells. When we came down again, you couldn't guess who was standing in the churchyard, by Father Front's tomb," Miss Briggs held the sketch off at arm's length, surveying it critically, and shook her head. "Well, it was that man who took ! our picture yesterday. As soon as he | saw me, he came directly towards me. Ho took olf his hot with as friendly a smile as if we had always known each other, and said, 'Pardon me, miss, are you not the young lady whom I saw yesterday on a jaunting car while the procession was crossing the bridge?' I was so amazed I did not know what to say, and he began at once to apolo gize and explain. He said he was out with his camera, taking pictures of interesting types of Irish character, and was attracted by our coachman's face. Ho paid no attention to us un til we were driving away. Then he saw me, but did not notice you par ticularly. While he was developing the picture, that afternoon, he was al most startled, ho told me, as your fea tures gradually appeared on the plate. He 3aid : 'They bear uch a striking re semblance to one 1 knew years ago. Will you allow me to nok if the lady with you was a Miss Briggs? Miss Caroline Briggs?'" Emily paused to note the effect of her words, and Miss Briggs looked up with lively interest depicted on every feature. "Go on !" she demanded. "Just then Mr. Lutnb came hurry ing up and slapped him on tho back, and said, 'Hullo, Fritzie, old boy ! Is it really you?' It must have been 'Fritzie, old boy,'for they began talk ing about old times, and forgot my existence ever so long. Then Mr. Lumb introduced him—Howe, or Power, or some such name. He's stopping ut our hotel, and is going to join our party till we reach Belfast." Emily paused to observe the effect. Miss Briggs opened her mouth as if to say something, gave a little gasp and closed it again. "It's Frederick Powell!" she de clared with an air of conviction. "I know it! Yes, I knew him fifteen years ago." She looked out of the window a moment as if considering, and then went on in her concise, mat ter-of-fact way, "We were to have been married then, but we had a quar rel and tho engagement was broken off. It was a good thing. We were both high strung and obstinate, and never could have learned to agree." Miss Briggs gave this little bit of personal history as unconcernedly as if she were speaking of the ancient Greeks, and began to gather up her writing material. Emily looked atm'er curiously, wondering if there conld have been a spark of sentiment in snch a severely practical nature. "He showed me the photograph," said Emily, as they climbed the stairs together. "It was bad, even for an amateur. Only the back of my head was taken, but you were in a strong light that made you squint and wrinkle up your face, and your ieet looked im mense." When Miss Briggß went down stairs to dinner that evening, she had laid aside her customary gray serge dress, as homely as it was serviceable, and wore a dark blue, tailor-made suit. Remembering that Emily bad said her feet looked immense in the photo graph, Bbe had carefully changed her heavy, broad-soled boots for dainty, low-cut shoes. She stopped a moment in the hall, hearing a familiar laugh. She remembered that the last time she had heard that voice it had bidden her good-by in hot anger. Then she pushed the door ajar and entered the parlor, where the party had congre gated to wait for dinner. Dr. Frederick Powell was standing bv a window in animated conversation with Emily. He scarcely noticed her aunt's entrance, so engrossed was he with the fair niece. Miss Briggs had been a pretty girl in her day, bat the photograph he had taken, and which was still fresh in his mind, was that of a wrinkled, faded woman, careless of her attire. He looked up with sur prise ns she advanoed toward them. The brusk independence of manner he had expected to see had given place to a stately dignity. She was one of those women for whom a becoming dress does wonders. "I'm glad to see yon!" they both said in the same breath, and shook hands as if the most platonic of friend ships had always existed between them. Miss Briggs was not so well pleased with her survey. "He's getting stout," she thought critically, "and a trifle bald. He's not the handsome man he used to be." Emily was charmed with Dr. Powell. She found him entertaining and agree able. He praised her sketches. He told her interesting incidents of bis travels in many lands, and amusing auecdoteß of his professional life. When the party went sight-seeing, he was her tete-a-tete if they rode. When they walked, he was always at her eide to hold her umbrella. Seeing this, Miss Briggs calmly re volved in her solitary orbit—a trifle more independent in manner, perhaps, and if possible more outspoken in her radical opinions. Emily tried in vain to persuade her aunt that the old serge was too unbecoming for farther use fulness. Every morning she put it on with tho grim satisfaction of carrying her point, and looking her worst. The days went by too fast in tho old town. Night and morning and noon, they listened to the chiming of the bells in the ivy grown Shandon tower, and then it was night and morning and noon again. Still the little party lin gered. One day, after lunch, they started out to make a farewell visit to Blarney Castle. Dr. Powell and Emily gaily led tho way on a jaunting car. Sev eral of the party followed on horse back, and tho rear was brought up by a lignt wagonette. Miss Briggs rode in this, net being an excellent horse woman, and having a mortal antipathy to jaunting cars. It was a drive none of them could ever forgot. But by the time they had reached the castle, the sunshine had faded out, the landscape was gray and blurred, and the rain began to pour in torrents. There was nothing to do but sit down and wait for it to stop, but they had grown aeeiißtomed to this peculiarity of the weather in Ire land. An old woman came to the door, begging. They tolled her in with a shilling, and she entertained them with gruesome tales of the banshees and witches that inhabit the bat haunted ruins of Blarney at night. The doctor handed Emily a pencil and a leaf torn from his memorandum book, and she began to sketch the old peas ant, with quick, effective strokes. Miss Briggs sat back in a dim corner, listen ing carefully, for the woman's brogue was almost unintelligible to her. Twice she glanced up, to find Dr. Powell looking at her. Presently iu a pause of the story telling, ho walked over and stood be side her. "What does this remind yon of, Caroline?" he 'asked abruptly. "Nothing," she answered. "Why?" "It reminds me of a gypsy camp wo visited one time. You have not for gotten It, I hope. It was the last day of August, sixteen years ago. The scene comes back to me very plainly. An old hag told our fortunes. Some how, you look just as you did then." He walked over to Emily again. Miss Briggs drew back a little farther into the dim corner, and listened no more to the legends of Blarney. She heard, instead, the crackling of a camp fire, the stamping of horses tied in the background, the whining tones of the old gypsy who pretended to look into the future, when in reality she had only to look into the faces be fore lier to guess their fate. Then she heard the laughter of the young folks rambling slowly along in the moonlight behind them. Then the low, earnest voice of the one beside her—no, she would not listen I She would not recall a single word. The old love had lain buried deeply too long for its ghost to trouble her now. She turned resolutely to the old wom an, although she couldn't help remem bering, now and then,that he tad said she looked just as she did that night— and that night he had called her beautiful. "I know that isn't so!" she kept telling herself,to quiet the little thrill of pleased vanity. "He's got an axe to grind. He wants me to use my in fluence with Emily." It was nearly dark when the rain finally stopped, and they started back to the hotel. There was a shifting of seats. The wagonette led the way, followed by those on horses, and when Miss Briggs came through the gate, Dr. Powell was waiting to help her on to the jannting car. They drove along in silence some time, before the doctor remarked un easily, "The drivers have been drink ing. I hope they'll not get us into trouble." "I have never been in any kind of an accident," answered Miss Briggs. "I have always thought I should like to be, just for the sensation." For a short distance they enter tained each other by recounting the most dreadful accidents of which they had ever heard both on land and sea. They reached the climax at last. They conld recall no supremer horror than had already been related. Just then the half intoxicated driver, having fallen behind the others, took up his whip and lashed the horse furi ously. The frightened animal teared and broke into a ran. Now was Miss Briggs' opportunity for -a sensation. They were running away. She gripped the seat firmly and held on with all her ? "ht. She would have stuck on vai • to tho snd, had not the horse . i suddenly to one side, and then plmjgvd on more madly than be fore. Both she and the doctor were thrown violently out. When the-doctor picked himself up and looked around in a dazed way, she was standing eiect as ever, vigorously brushing the mud from her dress. She had experienced an accident and had come out of it, as she had come out of everything else, unscathed. The party on ahead, alarmed at the sight of the runaway horse dashing past, despatched Mr. Lumb, who was on horseback, to investigate. As they were near town, it was not long be fore he had sent a cab to their assist ance. "Caroline," said the doctor, as they drove back in the twilight, "I have always been impressed with the rapid ity with which the brain acts. Man thinks at lightning speed." "That depends on the man," Miss Briggs interposed laconically. "When we went flying through the air," he went on, without noticing the interruption, "it flashed across my mind that I should find yon lying stunned and insensible—that I would pick you up tenderly in my arms, and kiss you, as I did long ago—that I would claim you for my own again." "Well," she answered provokingly, "I suppose the shock of such a fall, to a man of your weight, would natu rally bring him to his senses." "It was not that," he said, a little confused and nettled by her cool re ply, "but the situation was not as ro mantic as I had imagined—as I hoped it would be." "You had hoped, then, that I should be stunned?" "Oh, Caroline," he remonstrated, "is there never to be anything but misunderstandings between us? You must listen to me, for it is fate that has brought us across the sea to find each other at last. I was sure of it when I first met you, although you seemed so stolid and indifferent. Think of the time when we were all in all to each other." "I thought Emily—" begau Miss Briggt The doctor laughed happily. "No 1 No 1 Emily in not as blind as her aunt. She has known what I wanted from the first. You have not said no," he added presently, as they rode on through the darkness, "and I Bhall not let you say it now. You are mine— and a thousand times dearer than when you were the sweetheart of my boyhood." He slipped his arm around her, and felt her shaking with suppressed sobs. "Why, what's the matter?" he asked. "1 don't know," she nnswered. For Miss Briggs had met with an experi ence she could not fnthom. The ten der undercurrents of her nature, frozen so long that Bhe doubted their exist ences, melted as in a February thaw, and found vent in tears. At the hotel entrance they found the drnuken driver awaiting them, hat in hand, "I'm sorry to bo troublin' yez, sorr, but ther's the two shillin' sixpence for the journey out, and two shillin' sixpence for the journey back. An' the same shud be more, for it broke me vehicle an' lamed me baste." The doctor smiled down into the face beside him, where his fond eyes saw blooming again the beauty of girl hood, and said, "The rascal knows the i accident was all bis own fault, but if | it had not been for him, I might never i have found you as I did, on a jaunting car." He dropped a shower of silver pieces into the outstretched hand. "Shure au' yo're fit for a prince, sorr!" cried the man, delighted at the unexpected generosity, and shrewdly guessing its cause. "Uood luck to ye an' the swate leddy I" And as they walked on down the corridor, his voice followed them, in voking the blessing of all the saints in 1 his calendar.—The Puritan. Age el' the Premiers. Care and worry do not seem tr, shorten the lives of the British Pre miers. Gladstone by completing his S7th year has broken the record which was held by Lord Sidmouth, who died past 80. Earl Bussed died at the same age; the Duke of Wel lington at 82, Lord Palmerston and Earl Grey at 81, Earl of Beaconsfield 77, Earl of Aberdeen 76, Earl of Derby 80, Sir Kobert Peel 62. Glad stone and Sir llobert are the only two Premiers who were not peers and did | not accept a peerage from the Queen. Expert Thieves. Thieves threw a hook and line through an open window of a house at | Monterey, Mexico, and stole the bed i clothes, under which the owner of the | house was sleeping. THE MERRY SIDE OF LIFE. STORIES THAT ARE TOLD BY THE FUNNY MEN OF THE PRESS. Inducements—She Knew Best—ln the Restaurant—A Safe Location—Au Alternative, Ktc., Etc. "Whistle, daughter. whistle. And you shall have a beau." *'l never whistled in my life— My whistle will not j?o." "Whistle, daughter, whistle, 'Twill bring you cash per week." "Oh, goodness! come and teuch me How to make a tuneful squeak." —Chicago Record. AN ALTERNATIVE. "May I kiss your hand?" he asked. She removed her veil. "No," she replied. "I have my gloves on."—Life. A SAFE LOCATION. Jimmy—"Say, fellers, if youse wants to play ball, come around my way." Tommy—"What for?" Jimmy—"Dere's a fat cop on dat beat dat can't run." IN THE RESTAURANT. Brown—"Was that beef a la mode you asked for?" Smith—"lt was a la mode wheu I asked for it. The fashions may have changed since."—Puck. NOT A YEARLING. Bridges—"Why, sure, with such a past she must succeed on the stage 1" Brooks—"And yet I'm fearful. The quality of her past is all right, but think of the quantity." SHE KNEW BEST. Prima Donna—"Those flowers ara not for me." Conductor—"Yes, they are." Prima Donna—"Well, they're not the ones I paid for."—Pick-Me-Up. A FORCED CHANGE. Mr. Prospect Heights—"Before I was married 1 always said I would never wheel a baby carriage." Mr. Papleigb Push —"You changed your mind, eh?" Mr. Prospect Heights —"No; my wife did."—Puck. HIS OFFENCE "The New Woman's Club will never hire Tenoi, the singer, again." "Why so?" "He was billed to sing four times at their annual dinaer and each time he warbled 'What is Home Without a Mother!' " —Truth. GREAT rROSPECT. Blanche —"You don't tell me that you are engaged to a hotel waiter?" Cora—"Yes; but he'll be rich some day." "Nonsense!" "Certainly he will. Don't von know that all things come to him who waits ?" FIRST, LAST AND ONLY. Mrs. Jones—"Do you remember that night in June, Henry, when you first asked me to marry you?" Mr. Jones—"lf you reter to that first, last, single, solitary and only occasion upon which I ever asked you to marry me, I do—and you never gave me another chance, remember." BETWEEN TWO FIRES. The Fiancee —"I'm very much die- I pleased with Jack, and I'm half in clined to break off the engagement." The Confidante—"You won't do that, will you?" The Fiancee—"Well, I dislike to do it, because, you know, mamma has been so violently opposed to our mar riage."—Puck. UNUSUAL FEE. Mrs. A. Quitt —"So you cleared that poor Mr. Liftem from the charge of stealing that turkey? Well, I'm glad of it, but he's such a worthless charac ter that I don't believe you will ever get a cent for your pay." A. Quitt (the famous criminal law yer)— "I may not, but I've got a blamed good turkey out in the wood shod."—Truth. TLED DEGENERACY. "You admit you are an impostor?" said the judge. "No, 1 didn't, your honor." "You claimed to be blind, and yet yon have an unimpaired eyesight." "That's true, your honor; but I'm morally blind, sir, and not being able to see the harm in my innocent decep tion—" "Six months," ejaculated the judge. —Harper's Bazar. CURE FOR TflE CLUB HABIT. Mrs. Yeast —"I wish I could think of something to keep my husband at home at nights." Mrs. Puncheon—"Get him a bi cycle." Mrs. Yeast "That would take him out more than over." Mrs. Puncheon—"Ob, no, it wouldn't! My husband got one the day before yesterday, and the doctor say ho won't be out lor a mouth."— Household Words. THERE # DANGER. "It seems odd," remarked Mrs. Ten spot, "that with all the words in the English language an ordiuary person's vocabulary is only about two thousand five hundred words." "It is odd, my dear," replied her husband, "and it behooves you to be careful." "Me careful? Why?" "You go through your vocabulary so many times a day there is danger that you will wear it out."—Judge. People who sell newspapers in the streets of Moscow, Russia, are com pelled to appear in uniform. The Milling of Bogs. Recently disaster overtook a small locality in Ireland by the sliding of a bog. Many lives were lost in the vast mass of miry peat. This bog was about forty feet deep in the centre ard in a liquid, half-swampy condition caused by a downpour of water, forming a stream from half a mile to a mile broad, which overflowed the land, ruining crops and stored fuel, cattle and provisions. This unusual catastrophe is not without precedent. The "flowing moss of the Solway" was on a larger scale. So long as the moderately hard crust on the surface of the bog was not dis turbed the mud did not flow over, but some peat diggers impudently tam pered with this and the mud broke bounds. One night a farmer who lived with the moss was startled by an un usual sound and making a light he caught sight of a small dark stream which was the herald of a deluge. No less than 304 acres of bog overflowed 4000 acres of land, burying farms overturning buildings, suflocating cattle, and Ailing small cottages to the roofs. Many persons were only rescued by being got through the roofs, the black night and their terror at the ca lamity, which they did not understand, adding to the difficulty of the situa tion. The stuff flowed along like thick, black paint, studded with chunks of peat and tilled every nook and crevice in its way. The odor was something frightful. In some cases this over flowing of a bog is heralded by a noise like thunder—the bursting of a bog. The last occurence before the recent one in Ireland happened in 1853 in the wild region called Enagh Monmore. The moss was a mile in circumference and many feet thick and moved on for twenty-four hours. The best known quaking bog in Great Britain is Chat Moss, of whose breaking out the historians of the time of Henry VIII. tell us. Though slid ing and moving bog 6 have been intro duced into stories only once—in a book called "For Dear Life"—quick sands are a common end for a bad character in a story. Carver Doone, it will bo remembered, was thus dis posed of. But to be engulfed in flow ing mud is not pretty, and if Hercu laneum had been buried in this way | instead of by lava it would lose its romance. The Care of Shoes. The expensive russet shoes will last for two or three seasons, but they cost at least twice as much as tho shoes that look well through one season and then become shabby and suddenly break down all around. Footwear is cheaper than it was a year ago, so far AS the use of superior qualities of leather in the general manufacture of goods is concerned, and yet the prices are the same. Tho russet shoe is es sentially an article of summer wear; still, expensive makes have been sold lor winter as well. It is surprising, however, what a difference there is in tho quality sometimes of two pairs of cheap shoes manufactured by the same house. Shoes that sell fcr S3 and 53.50 sometimes go to pieces in a few weeks, while others last for months. The fact of the matter is that all the stitching is done by machinery, and such shoes are weok or strong ac cording as tho girl or man who runs the machine has been careful or care less. When tho boot is muddy let it dry before trying to knock the mud off. Then lightly rub, being careful not to rub it into the leather. Take a soft cloth, dusting carefully, when it will clean with very little stain. Take a damp woolen cloth, which will remove all the stain. Warm water is best to use. This simple process will keep the shoes in nice order, while if the shoes are blackened each time, the grain soon becomes so tilled with it it will stiffen and crack. If you should in a storm get them very wet, wipe them dry as possible with a soft cloth, till them with paper to shape them and put them in a warm place to dry. If this is carefully carried out your boots will be stiff, but with an old loose glove on the hand work some vaseline, a little at a time, all over the shoe. After standing a few hours the leather will absorb it, and any good blacking will give it a nice polish, being also pliable and soft.—Chicago Dry Goods Reporter. A Rats' Xest Worth #IOOO. Whilo workmen were engaged last week in demolishing a barn on tho Thompson property in Dobbs Ferry, N. Y., they found under tho tloor a rats' nest which was made of green backs. The money had been badly torn and chewed, but most of it, if not all, is redeemable. Professor Thomas F. Thompson, who now owns the property, says the money was probably hidden under the barn floor some years ago by his father, Robert Thompson, who began to act queerly in 18811, and became possessed of a fear of banks, lawyers aud coiporatious. After that ho carried his money about him. He seldom, if ever, allowed anyone but himself to visit tho barn. Mr. Thomp son, Sr., died September 18, 1893, and Professor Thompson's mother lived until December last. By her will the estate, which consisted of 83000 and tho house and land, was to be divided equally between Professor Thompson and his brother. The Professor took the house and his brother the money. In equity the money found in the rats' nest belongs to Professor Thompson. Tho professor is a blind musician and has composed a number of pieces. The total amount of money in the rats' nest is thought to be about 81000. It is in S5, 810 and 820 bills. New York Commercial Advertiser. Lightning in a Kentucky tov7n knocked a stave out of a rain barrel and deprived a family of its water supply for wash day. HOUSEHOLD AFFAIRS. TO POLISH BRASS KETTLES. To polish brass kettles or anything brass that is very much tarnished, first rub it with a solution of oxalic acid I an( * then dry and polish with rotten stone or very fin© emery dust. BATH BAGS. A bran bag is one of the most grate ful of all toilet accessories. It is more cleansing to the skin, and much more refreshing. It is made by filling a muslin bag with two quarts of bran, one ounce of orris root, one ounce almond meal and one small cake of castilo soap cut in small pieces. THE CORN BEEP NOT TO BUT. It is a good thing to know that brisket is one of the cheaper cuts of beef and that it comes from that part of tho animal just above the front legs, but it is better to know that butchers never corn meat that can be kept any longer and that the corned beef already cut and rolled is the corned beef not to buy.—New York World. TO FRESHEN WINDOW SCRF.ENB. Window and door screens may be made more durable and to look better by an occasional coat of varnish or or rusty it is better to give it a coat of good coach varnish, but if faded or rusty apply a coat of paint. Use a good quality, and thin with turpentine until it will run, or it will till the meshes of the netting. Black is a good color, as it makes the netting almost invisible from a distance. Paint the frames tho same color as outside of window sash. USES FOR CHEESECLOTH. The following is a list of some of the household purposes for which cheese cloth may be used. For polishing windows and mirrors. For washing windows. • For cleaning silver. For cleaning brass ware. For drying and polishing glassware of all kinds. For dust-cloths. For shining bronzes. For stainers in cooking. For dish-towels. For scrub-cloths. For bread-cloths. CLEANING HINTS. To remove ink stains, cover them with a solution of starch; when dry rub off the hardened starch, and repeat the process until the ink has entirely disappeared. If the stain is not too old, ink may be re moved from paper as follows: Take a teaspoonful of chlorinated lime and pour over it just enough water to cover it. Take a piece of old liueu and moisten it with this mixture, and do not rub but pat the stain, when it will gradually disappear. If one application does not remove the stain, let the paper dry, and repeat the pro cess. Limp, forlorn and rusty black lace can be renovated by a simple method. Wash it gently in soft, soapy water, rinse in clear water, and squeeze in stead of ringing it. Din it in cold coffee into which a little gam arabio has been dissolved, and then smooth it with a hot iron, taking care to press it while damp and cover it with a cleap cloth. The coffee darken? it, the gum arabio stiffens it, the ironing smooths it, and If it is slightly pulled with the fingers after the ironing it is made flexible and lace-like. RECIPES. Broiled Potatoes, Parsley Sauce— Slice five large, cold boiled potatoes lengthwise in rather thick pieces and broil browQ on a buttered gridiron, beat up a tablespoonful of butter into a cieam with as much minced parsley, and after dusting each slice of potato lightly with salt and pepper rub a little of this sauce ou each slice. Chipped Beef and Tomatoes, French Style—Cut a shco from the stem end of five good, solid canned tomatoes, then with your finger take out tho seeds; put seeds and slices in u sauce pan, boil and strain. Put into a bowl one cupful bread crumbs, add quarter pound dried beef, picked in small pieces; a quarter-teaspoonful pepper and one tablespoonful melted butter. Mix, add strained tomato juice and fill into tomatoes. Stand them in a baking pan and bake slowly fifteen minutes, basting once or twice. Cracked Wheat, Lemon Banco— Prepare the cracked wheat as usual, care being takon that it is thoroughly cooked. To prepare tho sauce, rub a desertspoonful of cornstarch smooth with a little cold water ; stir it care fully into a pint of boiling water and cook until it thickens. Score a large iemon with the tines of a silver fork and when the oil is exuding rub a small quantity of sugar over the sur face to flavor it. Cut the lemon and squeeze the juice from it. Add the juice and one-half cup of tho flavored sugar to the hot cornstarch mixture; allow the whole to boil up once, stir ring constantly. Germ wheat is de licious when served with the lcmor sauce. Bun Loaf—One quart of sifted flour, three eggs, one tablespoonful of butter, rubbed, light with two of of powered sugar, half an yeast cake dissolved in a largo cupful of luke warm water, a cupful of currants (washed, dried and picked over), half teaspoonful of salt, quarter-teaspoon ful of soda; mix all the ingredients together in a soft dough, except the currants; if stiff, add a little warm water; when yon have an elastic mass on the board, set to rise until very light; knead again; mold into a loaf when you have worked iu the currants; dredge with dry flour and leave to rise for an hour; bake in a steady oven, covering with paper as it rises. Eat fresh, but not warm.
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