trin is the only empire in the world which has never had colonies, or even transmarine possessions, A Frankfort (Ivy.) woman can cei* tainly be credited with having enjoyed considerable of the spice of life, j>ro vided variety counts. In 1894 she was sent to the insane asylum. In 1895 she was released. In 189G she was divorced. In 1897 she married again aud had a child. In 1898 she goes back to the asylum. It is learned from the Cincinnati dailies that the street railway company in that town has issued a general or der that "from and after this date and until further notice any employe of the Cincinnati Street Railway Com pany who goes upon duty within twenty-four hours after partaking of onions in any form will be summarily discharged." That "good men with poor ships are better than poor men with good ships,' has ever been a navy motto. Fortu nately for the United States, foreign experts all declare she has good men with good ships. And it is this that gives reason for the confidence the Nation displays in its defenders. Men like Dewey, Sampson, Schley and . Bigsbee would do wonders with a tugboat. Public playgrounds for the children of our cities and towns ought to com mand the earnest consideration of every conscientious American citizen who would better the life of the Re public and advance the cause of real civilization. That man or that woman, however old, who has out grown, or does not know the tremend ous force for good or evil in the play spirit of youth, is indeed a pitiable creature. When American women once start any movement they generally make it a great success. An English teacher, who is spending a well-earned vaca tion in this country, says that the col lections of needlecraft made by the New York Association of Sewing Schools is not only better than the famous collection in South Kensing ton, but is the best in the world. The compliment means much, when it is remembered that the association is still a young organization, having been started but a few years ago, al though, on the other hand, its collec- tions represent the work of at least 2000 different schools and institutions. It is very proper that indecent books should be excluded from public li braries, aud for that matter from pri vate ones also; but touching the former the wrong means are used to accomplish the end desired. Instead of simply excluding the objectionable volume, without comment or discus sion, a set of high sounding resolu tions must be adopted by the Library Board and published to the world. Curiosity is an inherent attribute of human nature, consequently the pub lic generally, who perhaps would never entertain a thought touching the book, are aroused to hunt it up, and by personal examination satisfy themselves as to the correctness of the judgment of the board. Mr. Ed ward Everett Hale sums up the whole matter in a nutshell when he says: "Nobody is so happy as the nasty publisher of a nasty book if the direc tor of a public library is foolish enough to Bay it is nasty." Hereafter, suggests the St. Louis Star, let Li brary Boards simply exclude the book without comment, and the end will be accomplished without bestowing upon the publisher a class of advertising that money cannot buy. The Philippine archipelago includes nearly GOO islands, of which, however, only thirteen are of considerable size. The largest of these, Luzon, has an area of 40,000 square miles, which is nearly as large as that of Virginia. Manila, the capital, has a population of 300,000 and a large amount ol wealth. Its trade in sugar, tobacco jnd hemp is very large. The second jiland of the group in size is Muu danao, with an area of 37,000 square, miles. The total area of the Philip pines is about 150,000 square miles, or more than three times the area ot Cuba. Tho total population is fully f5,000,000 and is badly mixed. There is as great a variety of religion as oi blood. There are Mohammedans, Buddhists, Shintoists and a few Chris tians. Though Spain has possessed these islands a long time comparative ly few Spaniards live there. The natives hate the Spaniards heartily, and in some of the islands the life ol a Spaniard is not snfo. Insurrections bave been even more frequent in the Philippines than in Cuba. In fact there lias for a century past hardly been a time when there was not a re volt in some of the islands- COMRADES! JOIN THE FLAC OF GLORY Comrados, join the flag of glory! Cheerily tread the deck of fame, Earn a place in future story, ♦Seek and win a warrior's name. Yankee tars can laugh at dangers. While the roaring mountain wave Teems with carnage—they are strangers To a deed that is not brave. May our bannered stars as ever Splendidly o'er freemen burn, Till the night of war is over, . Till the dawn of peace return. —Song of 1813, Author Unknown. QOOOtfOOOOCXXXJOOOOOOOOOOOGO I ON TRIAL. I Q ST ALLIE STARR. X ocxsooooooooooooooooooooooo YOUNG equestrian couple cantered gai'y along a coun |AC try road in the deli | cious hush of an flMpg early June morning gjEj. —tlie girl a brilliant Kfc brunette, with great jqL, spaikling eyes, and /JS the rosy hue of f.fiP health tinging her il/M oheeks; the young man at her B i<le V blonde and hand some, a very Adonis in form and features—and as they rode along, the girl's laugh rang merrily out, in response to some remark of her companion. He, however, seemed far too serious to laugh, even smile, and far too en grossed in his subject to heed the beauties of the morning; and grasping the lady's rein he exclaimed, impetu ously: "I tell you, Blanche, I will not be put off^so —I cannot bear it. Don't you see how you are torturing me?" "I, Charley!" and the dark eye brows were arched prettily, in pre tended surprise. "I torture you! Well, really, that is pleasant to hear, especially as I grant you double the favors I aoeord to any other of my gen tlemen friends." "I know you do, dear; but that is all the worse, if you don't intend to accept me; for here I linger on and on, hoping for a favorable answer to my suit; one day basking in your smiles, the next hardly favored with a glance. It is maddening—indeed I cannot bear it, Blanche!" And his voice quivered. "Well, what will you have?" she pouted. "I have told you before that I cannot decide just at present. You are on trial, you know; but if you must know the truth, there are one or two others on trial hero also." "Blanche!" cried Charley Vascoe, his blue eyes expressing the disgust he felt, "is this thing true? Do you mean to tell me that those fellows stand an equal chance with me of winning your hand?" "Why not?" queried Blanche, with a proud lift of her head. "Nothing; only if yon can calculate so calmly the respective merits of all three of us, you don't love any one of as very deeply— not myself, at all events," replied Charley, dejectedly. "Indeed! Well, since you seem to understand my feelings so well, per haps you will save me the trouble of deciding." "I—oh, Blanche! Blanche! How strangely you talk! Do you not com prehend how madly I love you? Do you not know how vainly I have sought to tear myself away, when I have seen the attentions you have vouchsafed to others? And yet you ask me to decide for you. How can I decide but in my own favor? And if I do that, will you—will you marry me, my darling?" breathed Charley, in breathless excitement, "Really, Mr. Vascoe," and her tone was icy, "you misunderstood me. I intended yon to infer the opposite." "Ah!" murmured Charley, with a half-gasp, as he dropped his hand from her rein; "then you refuse me?" "I fear it must be so, since you in sist upon an answer, and I am not at all sure of my own heart; but we have been friends so long, since our earl iest childhood, that it would not seem natural for us to be enemies, or even strangers; so friends let us remain. Mr. Vascoe—Charley, are you con tent!" He gave her a look, only one; but in that glance was expressed mingled love, despair and chagrin. Then he spurred on his horse, in utter silence. She followed him in silent surprise; she had expected a stormy outburst of reproach and beseeching, but not such still despair. • At last, as, they drew rein at her father's house, he turned to her, say ! ing simply. I "Since yon do not love me, Blanche, I would not have you wed me. God j knows I would willingly give my life to shield you from sorrow; but I can not love you less, and I cannot bear to see you happy in tho arms of an other, at least not now. I shall leavo this country at once; but if I ever re i turn, I trust Ave shall be, as wo have j ever been, friends, dear friends. ■ Adieu!" And he seized her hand, pressed a hot kiss upon it, touched his hat, aud cantered rapidly away. Blanche gazed after him, a little astonished at his sudden departure; then murmured to herself: "Poor fellow, I am not quite sure but Ido love him, after all. I'm al most sorry I gave him his conge: but then it was half his own fault, he provoked me to it; but it was pTeasaut to bave such a devoted attendant. Ah, me! what's done cannot be un done, however, and there he goes, as fast as ever his horse can carry him. Never mind, 'there's as good fish in the sea as ever yet were caught,' they say, and at least I am now at full lib erty to make the trial." Six months later, Charley Vascoo— whom report said had been killed in a terrible railroad accident in Switzer land, but who was in reality traveling in Italy—received a letter from home, containing these words: "Your old favorite, Blanche Custar is to be married soon, they say. Her engagement was announced soon after your reported death, which rumor, as you requested, we have not contra dieted. It struck lue as a little singu lar, though, that before your sup posed death, no one in the villagi knew that Miss Custar had a suitor and then not three weeks after youi reported decease her engagement was announced. Odd, wasn't it?" Charley Vascoe's laconic answer was "Bo not contradict the report of m; death. lam coming home." And that very night he started os his homeward journey. It was snowing heavily as Blanchi Custar turned her face homeward frou the cottage of a poor invalid, once i valued servant in the family, and tc whom, in old age and sickness, Blanchi had been a ministering angel. "What shall I do?" she asked her self in dismay. "It is a good twe miles home, and {here is no hope o! their sending for me, as, until after I left the house, I was intending to gc in an exactly opposite direction. Well, I may as well start first as last, for walk I must." For a time she walked briskly, bui the snow fell faster and faster, audhei heart Bauk as she saw how rapidly il was deepening on the road before her. Ere a mile had been passed, Blanche felt her strength begin to fail; bui though chilled to the very bone, she struggled bravely on, thinking: "I must keep up; it is not so far now; and if I stop to rest I am lost— lost even if in sight of home!" But darker grew the sky, and more piercing the wind, and when hardlj more than a hundred yards from hei father's gate, Blanche Custar sank upon the snow, murmuring between her stiffening lips: "Oh, it is hard, hard to die so! and yet perhaps, after all, X shall be hap pier, for I do not love Will as I loved Charley, md I know now that I should be wretched as his wife. Oh, Charley Charley! I am coming to you, darling —coming, com •" The white lids closed over the wearj eyes, and sweet Blanche slept the sleep of insensibility. Ten minutes later a man came whistling along the road, stumbling occasionally over a tree branch 01 other obstacle hidden under the treacherous white frosting, and at such times uttering an exclamation more forcible than polite; and at last the unseasonable promenader quite lost his temper, and exclaimed wrathfully: "Confound it! I believe X never know when I am well off. There X was sitting by a cozy fire and all the folks delighted to see me; but, instead of being contented, as any reasonable man ought to have been, I must need start off up here just for the sake of seeing Blanche again; and—yes, per haps, get only a oold 'good eveuing' for my pains. Well, I Hellol what's this? A woman, as I am a sinner! Dead? No, her heart beats. Who can it be, I wonder? Good Heaven!"—as the pale face of Blanche met his view—' 'it is Blanche—Blanche! darling! sweetheart! Look at me. Open your eyes jußt once—see, it is I, Charley! Open your eyes, darling! Speak to me, if only to say you hate me!" pleaded Charley, wildly, clasp ing her to his heart and raining hot kisses on the still, cold face. A low moan answered him, that was all; but it was hailed with joy by the half-frantic man, who tore off his over coat to wrap around her and chafed her hands as he watched eagerly for other signs of life. And presently his efforts were re warded, for the dark eyes were un veiled and looked up at him wonder ingly; then, as she comprehended who it was that held her so close, Blanche gave a low cry of joy and flung hei arms about hi 3 neck, sobbing rather than saying: "Charley! <lear Charley! Oh, they told me you were dead!" "Darling!" nrd he pressed her closer to him, "I have come back. I did not die, and I could no longer live away from the sight of your dear face. Oh, Blanche, tell me, it is not true that you are going to wed another— tell me, my dear one, tell me you love but me alone, that I have not only come back to my native land, but—to you." And Blanche wound her arms closer about his neck as she whispered, shyly: "I lovo no one but you, Charley, dear. Yon have come back to me." And to all her father's objections to the canceling of her engagement to Will Travers, Blanche answered only: "I cannot marry Will, dear father; it would be a sin. When I thought Charley was dead, and there was no hope of his coming back to me, I was willing to try my best to be a dutiful wife to the man you had chosen for my husband; but I really did not love him. The only man I ever loved was Charley, and now that he has come back and loves me still, I am his—his only—for all eternity!"— Saturday Night. Masculine Styles lu Manila. A Bostonian who spent some time in Manila says that his winter cos tume consisted of gauze undercloth ing and whito duck jacket and sors, and his summer costume ol white duck jacket and trousers with out the gauze.—Boston Transcript. THE JIERRY SIDE OF LIFE. STORIES THAT ARE TOLD BY THE FUNNY MEN OF THE PRESS. The Tryst—Ballier* Spiteful-His Artful neifl—Awfully Mean—How a Bashful Man Got a XVife—Practical Wisdom— Complete In Every Detail, Etc., Eto She stood at the gate in the twilight— The lover's favorite hour. And calmly waited his coming, His coming to her bower. Brown were her eyes and most patient, Patient and gentle were they, And her dark red hair seemed darker still In the fast receding day. About her all nature lay quiet. No sound broke the sol emu hoar, And flowiDg o'er all were the crimson rays Of the sun—tho King of Power. Kiss'd by the rays of the dying sun As tho zephyrs kiss the bud, She sees approach a man with a pail While she calmly chews her cud. —Tho Cornell Widow. Ilatlier Spiteful. May—"This hat makes me look older." Kate—"lt's wonderful what the milliners can do these days." His Artfulness. "Your husband is so amiable." "Yes, he acts that way in public, so people will think the baby takes after me."—Chicago Kecord. How She Did It. "My wife got me into an awful scrape this morning." "How?" "She'd been using my razor to sharpen a lead pencil." Complete lu Every Detail. Nodd—"You don't mean to say yon have already finished your country house!" Todd—"Finished it! Why, I have been trying to sell it for the past three weekß." Practical Wisdom. Mr. Billus—"Confound the collar button!" Mrs. Billus—"Never mind looking for it, John. Turn out the gas, walk around a little in your bare feet anU you'll find it. Spain's Submarine llonts at Mnnlla. "I noticed some time ago that Spain had a torpedo boat that would stay under water for hours?" "Spain has boats that will stay un der the water forever."—Cleveland Plain Dealer. A Doubtful Meaning. "Sir," said the stranger, "I am an artist." "So?" queried tho other. "What sort? Razor, fiddle, brush, snow shovel, bar, !pugilistic or stage?"— 1 New York World. How a Bashful Mail Got a Wife. "Blusher is the most bashful man I ever knew." i "How on earth, then, did he come to get married?" "He was too bashful to refuse."— Boston Traveler. Tenement House Humor. Jimmy—"Say, pa, they won't be no more plaster falling from the hallway ceiling." Pa—"Why, Jimmy?" Jimmy—" 'Cause they ain't no more left."—New York World. The Advice of Experience. Edith—"o Ethel, what shall I do? lack says he supposes it's all over be tween us and that he'll send my pres ents back." Ethel (experienced)—" Tell him to bring them."—Brooklyn Life. Awfully Mean. The Thin Girl—"Oh, Ethel! Jack says that you look just like a full blown " The Fat One (interrupting) "Rose," The Thin One—"No—tire." A Good Job Coming. Jeweller—"How was your boy pleased with the watch I sold you?" Fond Father—"Very well, sir. He isn't ready to have it put togother yet; but bo patient, I'll send him around with it in a day or two."—Jeweller's Weekly. Futile. "Spain has no chance to win in this fight," said Mr. Manchester to Mr. Northside. "Of course not,"replied Mr. North side. "A nation of mandolin players has no business to contend with a na tion of machinists." —Pittsburg Chron icle Telegraph. An Indiana Purist. One of the New Proprietors— "Shall we put out a sign, 'This place has changed bauds?'" The Other New Proprietor—"No. It hasn't changed hands. We have all the old help, haven't we? Hang out a Bign that it has chauged heads."— Indianapolis Journal. Not Used to Fragile Ware. Mrs. Housewifo—"Bridget, that is the soveiith picco of china that you have broken within the last two days." Bridget—"l know it, mum. At the last place whero I wor-rked the folks never ate off of aunything but goold and silver."—Somerville Journal. A Dream of Happiness. Her eyes glistened. "And you have brought $10,000,- 000 iu nuggets back with you?" she exclaimed, scarce able to believe her own seuses, unsupported, as they were, except by her husband's words. "See!" he answered, and he pro duced the freight receipts and the newspaper interviews. "And we can live in New York?" she faltered, clasping her hands. "Ay, love, and be descended from kings!" he oried exultingly.—Detroit Tournal. Brautlfjrinß Stone Heaps. If you have an unsightly stone heap in a corner of the yard, especially if it is under a tree, make it beautiful with ferns and vines. Fjll the crev ices with earth from the woods, and take up now, the just uncoiling ferns and pack them firmly in the inter stices. Plant tradescantia, myrtle or periwinkle, orthonna and other vines to grow among the ferns and yon will have something pretty in midsummer. Drying Cat Potatoes. It is very important that potato sets cut for seed should be thoroughly dried on their surface before planting. If put in the ground while moist they will quickly rot. It is quite common to sprinkle gypsum or land plaster on , the cut surfaoo, under the idea that the plaster being dry will absorb the pieces of the potato as they exude. In stead of this, the gyp gum only causes the cut surface to blacken and be rather more likely to decay '.than be fore. Fine powdered lime is much better for this purpose. It absorbs water until it takes in all it can hold. In early planting lime is especially useful, for it helps to dry the moist soil, and thus prevents the potatoes from rotting in the hill. Intensive Farming in Kansas. In the introductory to the report of the Kansas State Board of Agriculture Secretary Coburn says: "Kansas farmers are learning year by year that their business, if profitable, must be so conducted that it is not the mere playing of a game of chance with the weather or with a single crop; that a somewhat diversified, and yet not too scattering agriculture and a studying of and adaptation to climatic condi tions, the demands and the markets are essential (not more, perhaps, but as much) in Kansas as elsewhere. Those who most fully recognize these conditions and most intelligently re spond to their inexorable requirements are realizing a fair or large prosper ity. Others who persistently defy or deny them are ready to declare that farming is no longer a source of profit, that farmers are Blavcs of, those in other pursuits, and that the times are politically, financially and morally out of joint. Although no vocation is all pleasure or all profit, the men who conduct the business of farming with the same energy and skill as the suc cesful merchant or professional man will reap the same and, as a rule, a greater and more certain measure of reward; the time has passed, however, if it ever existed, when fortunes were tnade by unsailled owners of farms, large or small, anywhere. Convincing proof of either proposition can be found in almost any one of the 105 counties in Kansas. Muscle, to win, must be lubricated with brains." Hearing Calves. On the subject of calves Professor Haecker says: "We rear about thirty calves each winter on separator skim milk, and find no difficulty in growing them fiue'aud thrifty. The calf is al lowed to suck once; it is then re moved and one feeding period al lowed to pass without feeding it any milk; this is done so the calf will drink without tho finger. The first week it receives a light ration of whole milk fresh from the cow; the second week it gets half whole milk and half skim milk; tho third week and until it is weaned it receives skim milk, a spoonful of ground flax and hay. We feed no grain to calves intended for the dairy, other than the ground flax meal. By flax meai we do not mean oil meal or oil cake, but the ground Sax, containing all the oil there is in the flax seed. We used to feed ground oats or ground barley to calves, but found that many of them acquired the habit of laying on flesh, which is a permanent injury to a dairy calf. The quantity of ground flax used daily varies frcm a teaspoonful to a table spoonful in each mess of milk, ac cording to the size of the digesting capacity of'the calves. The flax meal is scalded as is usually done with flax seed, but the meal, if dry, is stirred into the milk just before feeding. When the calf is young great care should be taken to always feed the same quantity, and at a temperature of at least ninety degrees Fahrenheit. After the calf is a few weeks old the skim milk and flax meal may be grad ually increased. Scours are generally caused by overfeeding, or by milk fed when cool. From four to six pints of milk is a fair ration for a calf the first week; feed twice a day and keep it somfortable and clean, and feed from J'clean tin pail."—Stockman and Farmer. Poultry Notes. Feed a variety. Give breakfast at 6. Exercise is an egg tonic. Hens will not lay if too fat. Milk is a complete egg food. The starved hen is worthless. Feed the mash warm—not hot. Underfed hens are poor layers. The morning mash is imperative. Let breakfast be only half a meal. Overcrowded flocks give few eggs. Cold quarters check egg production. Boiled wheat is a food much relished. Feed night meal an hour before dusk. Proper feeding means health and profit. Good 3tock almost always finds quick sale. Be very careful to keep the feed troughs clean. Beans are a good feed because they are nitrogenous. Eggs sell better when sent to market in regular cases. The laying hen consumes more food than one not laying. The early pullets are the profitable winter egg producers. Ten hens with one male make about the proper proportion. Ten weeks from shell to market is ,the time allotted a chick. Keep cabbages hanging in the honse within reach of the fowls. Egg shells ground to a powder make a good addition to the mash. Ten flocks, each consisting of ten hens # are enough for an acre. Scatter the grain at noon among litter, so the fowls must exercise. Green bone is a valuable food for growing chicks and matured fowls. Ground oats, cornmeal and bran constitute proper foods for poultry. Filthy quarters produce sickness, and sick hens will not produce eggs. Steeped clover, mixed with the morning hash, is a great egg pro ducer. Ten hens in a house 10x10 feet are enough. The yard should be at least ten times as large as the floor of the house. On the average, perhaps it costs us about $1 a head to feed our poultry for a year; therefore the hen has to lay about 100 eggs to pay for her keeping. It is only after that that the clear profits come in. A Curious Cipher Code. Prisoners confined in different parts of jails often use cipher codes in com municating with one another. Generally when these cipher mes sages are found by the official! they have not much difficulty in translating them. Lately, however, the guards in the Kausas City jail encountered some writing in cipher that proved too hard for them, and it was a good while before the puzzling messages were made out, and then the key was acci dentally discovered. A fellow named Turner, in for forgery, as smart a rogue as ever was behind the bars, in vented the puzzle. The writing was on long, narrow strips of paper, on the edge of which were letters and parts of letters that apparently had no con nection, and from which no words could be formed. One day a deputy who was passing tho cell of the prisoner saw him pass ing a long slip of paper around an oc tagon lead pencil. He took the paper away, and on it were the mysterious scrawls that had worried the keepers. But the deputy got an idea from this and going back to the office, he wrapped the slip around an octagon shaped lead pencil, aud after several trials adjusted it so that parts of the letters fitted together and made a sen tence, though the writing was very fine. The writer had adopted the simple but ingenious plan of covering the pencil with paper and then had written along the flat sides. On un rolling it the writing was as mystical as a cryptogram, but when put around the Faber as it was originally it could be easily understood, —Chicago Jour nal. Tlie Canal man. A canalman, unless there happens to be a member of his family who can help him, hires a man called "the hand." The men who run the boats come from various positions in life to become canalmen. Some have been farmers, who own farms along or near the canal, aud not a few have been born and lived all their lives on a canal boat. Perhaps one of tho most unusual cases is that of a well-educat ed man who was formerly a Methodist minister, but is now, and has been for several years, living with his family on one of these boats and driving mules for a living. The majority, however, are rough aud ignorant, and the proverbial swearing is to be heard in its most re pulsive forms. One notices frequent ly a lame or crippled man in charge of a boat, since .this is one of the few positions in which a maimed person is able to earn a livelihood. A canal man's family, if he has one, lives with him on tho boat during the open sea son, and the rest of the year some live on little plots of ground, often too small to be called farms, or perhaps they may live in one of the larger towns nearby.—Godey's Magazine. Sympathiziua:. Mrs. De Fadd (who caunot stand tho odor of turpentine)—"l would have sent for you to have done this cleaning last week, but we have been having the outside of our house painted, and it made us all sick." Mrs. McScadd (sympathizingly)— "Sure, Oi don't wonder. Thim col ors is enough to make any one sick." —New York Weekly. There are supposed to be nearly 50,000 dentists practicing upon the people's teeth in the world. A den tist's caso nowadays oontains between 300 and 400 instruments. WISE WORDS. Fear and love are foes. Envy bites its keeper. Talent i 6 uuminted gold. Adversity has sbarp teeth. Opportunity may trip a giant. Meditation is a tonic for poor mem ory. Ignorance and witchcraft are fast friends. Hunger and ambition are hard to rock to sleep. It is hard for bad motives to drive g(4od bargains. The farm and the garden are the best gold diggings. Compared to eternity, this life is as the last gasp of the dying. Discretion is not cowardice, neither is blatant volubility courage. The man who confesses his ignor ance is on the road to wisdom. The tears of genuine repentance are the sparkling dewdrops of life's morn ing. To marry for money, may turn out to be like going to the hornet for honey. It is a great accomplishment to know how to make the best of life at it comes. Human nature is about as sure to crop out in a collection as it is in > horse trade.—Ram's Horn. Success of a Municipal Experiment. Last July I wrote from London t description of an innovation in munici pal public works in the Shoreditob Parish of that city, where the author ities erected an electric plant to fur nish light and power for both publia and private purposes, and at tho sam time to consume the street sweepings and rubbish for fuel. It proves to b a great success. The light was firsl turned on July 16, 1897. During the first quarter the loss was about $2500. During the second quarter there was a profit of 81000 and ' the increase is so great that a profit of 86000 is expected for tho present quarter and a total of 810,000 for the year. The plant has been run since the 16th of July without the expenditure of a penny for fuel. The stieet sweep ings have been found to be sufficient, and heretofore it has cost the parish from 812,000 to $16,000 to dispose of them. The only time the light has failed was one night in February when one of tho engines blew out the back of its cylinder and the reserve engine i could not be started for a few mo- f ments. But the light was restored again before complaints began to come in. The vestry has advertised fot proposals for three additional engine* and dynamos, which are needed imj mediately because of the great demand for small power. The parish is the center of the cabinet-making trade and small manufacturers have found it a great convenience as well as economy. —William E. Curtis, in Chicago Reo* ord. A Curious FIJI Worm. The bololo of the Fiji Islands is an annelid worm, which attracts the at tention of tho natives from its appear ance in great numbers. Dr. -A. Agas siz was present in November last at tho time of the appearance of thisjeuri ous worm, and mentions it in the Americau Journal of Science. On ar riving at 801010 Point, before daylight, his guide fished up a few of the worms, and in a few minutes the water was full of them, men, women and children wading on the reef with nets and all kinds of utensils to catch them. As the day dawned the worms became more abundant, till at one time the "water surrounding tho boat was filled with them to such an extent as to re semble thick vermicelli soup." He found that their sudden appearance was connected with tho act or spawn ing, as these were males ond females full of sperm and eggs. When in cap tivity the milt turned the water milky white, and the patches of eggs formed dark green granules on the bottom of the dish. The discharge of the sperm or of the eggs was followed by a col lapse of the worms, of which nothing was left but an empty skin, which was scarcely visible. The activity of these worms when swimming about is said to be wonderful, and tho bursting oi the animal when reproduction is over, a most peculiar phenomenon. The Colored Cook's Ultimatum. "When I was first married," says the Rev. Dr. Lorimer, pastor of Tre mont Temple, Boston, "I had my Btrict ideas about Sunday observance. Mrs. Lorimer had a colored 'aunty' for cook, and on the first Saturday after she came I went into the kitchen and told her I did not want any Sun day work, so she could prepare all meals for that day beforehand. She didn't Bay one word while I was talk ing; thou she looked up, pud point ing to the door, exclaimed: "Now, look hyar, Marse George, you just go in dar and I'll tend to mah kitchen.' I went, aiid, as near as I can remem ber, she had hot dinnors Sundays as long as she stayed with us." Glove Materials. Kill is not tlie only material from which gloves are made, although tha name is long associated with them. Iron gauntlets were used in the Mid dle Ages, later embroidered leathei and jewel-set gloves, gloves of ham linen, velvet, satin and taffeta. As bestos gloves, that cau be cleaned merely by throwing them into tho fire, are for fire laddies. A Will With a Valuable Autograph. A will incidentally introduced in a suit in a Cincinnati court a few days ago was of interest because it bore a certificate of probate drawn and signed by William Henry Harrison, then clerk of the common pleas court of the county just before he was nominated for President oi ' e United Stateß.
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