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The City of Detroit, Mich., tried standard time for just one week. Then the astute common council voted to abandon it and returned to local time, regardless of railroad timetables. Frank Leverett of the United States geological survey has been in the neighborhood of Ann Arbor, Mich., for about six months making a study of surface geography for the government. He finds that the site of Ypsilanti was at one time the bottom of a lake, which was connected with Lakes Huron and Erie. The prosperous condition of Nebras ka is shown by the state treas urer's latest report. Four years ago there was $7,000,000 due the state on back taxes; now there is only $3,000,- 000 due, and this is mostly from people who left the state during the hard times. In the last two years the float ing indebtedness has been reduced by nearly $2,000,000. The rich copper deposits of Alaska are beginning to be developed, the first shipment from the White Horse belt having been recently dispatched to Tacoma. This belt, which traverses a tributary of the Yukon, is 25 miles long and four miles wide. There is from 25 to 75 percent of copper in the ore, and each ton carries from $G to $lO worth of gold. Gifts and bequests for public pur poses are an item of increasing value in the account of American progress. During last year they aggregated $62,461,304, of which nearly $35,000,000, or considerably more than one-half, went to universities, colleges and other educational institutions. Of the re gaining $27,000,000 a little more than a half went to charities, while nearly $9,000,000 went to churches. The re "maindc-r of $5,000,000 was divided about evenly among museums, art gal leries and libraries. Andrew Carnegie was the largest public giver of the year, his benefactions footing up $4,225,000, of which all but $025,000 .went to Pitsburgh's ir.stitute and li brary. The next largest public bene-1 factors were Samuel Cupples and R. A. Brookings of St. Louis, who gave $5,000,000 to Washington university. But the list of these public givers < f millions includes less than 20 names, and is quite short when the number of our multi-millionaires is considered. All the wonders of this age are not found in the inventions that annihi late time and space, create conven iences and luxuries, soothe suffering, protect health and prolong life. The chemist is achieving things as remark able in their way, although not al ways so desirable, as the inventions of the electr.icl.an and the machinist. What would our ancestors have thought, for instance, of the chemists' imitation of many common articles of food? Our ancestors used to eat real honey; we consume a substitute made of glucose, corn and sulphuric acid. Our olive oil is often cottonseed oil; our butter and lard beef fat; our eoftco peas, beans and molasses; our pepper lharcoal, red clay and ground cocoa nut shell. Even the milk we drink is sometimes under suspicion. A fluid closely resembling it can he made of caustic soda, saleratus, salt and water. Dur forefathers of 1801 certainly had an advantage over us here. The chem ists were not in league against them. But, on the other hand, we are vastly more in debt to tho chemist than our ancestors for the remedies which bring hope to tho sickroom. The modern pharmacopoeia is a monument to his industry and ingenuity. Physicians of a hundred years ago would marvel it the resources of the physician of tho present day. Their Daughter=in=Law. J BY EMMA A. OPPER. "Your last day? Dear, dear, must you go today, Harvey?" said Mrs. See ly, looking across the breakfast table at her son, with affectionate concern. And her daughters Kitty and Mar gery echoed her words. "Couldn't you have got ofT for an other week?" said,his father, break ing a hot roll carefully. "Now that you're partner, though—■" "Now that I'm partner, it's hard work getting off." responded Harvey Seely. "It was all I could do—" He paused suddenly. "What was all you could do?" in quired Kitty. "Well," said Harvey, laying down his knife and fork, with a beaming smile, "here goes; Here's the news I've been saving up for you till the last, from a natural modesty. It was ail 1 could do to get things arranged so that I could go on my wedding trip a month hence. I am going to be mar ried. Kitty's spoon fell into her Baucer with a clatter, and Mr. Seely dropped his roll hastily. "Married!" said Margery breathless ly. Mrs. Seely alone remained calm. She rolled up her napkin, put it in its ring and looked at her son through her gold-bowed glasses composedly. She felt, however, that this was an it iportant crisis. When Harvey—their only son—had, v Ith commendable independence, le't h*ts pleasant home to "get a start" in the neighboring city, they had ill expected great thing 3 of him. He would be rapidly successful; be i ould distinguish himself in the pro fession ho had chosen and amass a for tune; and he would woo and win some sweet girl, with a long row of ancestors—the Seelys, being them selves a good old family, were great respecters of blue blood —a host of accomplishments and a heavy dowry. Their hopes had seemed likely to be fulfilled. Harvey had proved himself possessed of remarkable business qual ities; he had risen quickly, and had re cently exceeded their wildest ambi tions by being made a junior party if his firm. All that now remained to be desire! was his safe conquest of the beautiful and aristocratic young person of their dreams, with her many talents and substantial inheritance. It is not to be wondered at, there to re, that the girls were trembling with eagerness; that Mr. Seely fumbled with his watch chain in nervous sus pense, and that Mrs. Seely opened her lips twice before she found strength to propound the all-important ques tion: "Who is she?" "She is a Miss Dora Berdc-n at pres e it," said Harvey smilingly. "Berilan?" Mrs. Seely repeated, and raised her brows inquiringly. "I don't Ihink I have heard of the familv." "Not at all likely," Harvey rejoined. 'They are quiet people." "Berdan!" Mrs. Seely repeated, musingly. "No: I have not heard of them. Where do they live?" "In Woyman street," responded E arvey. Mrs. Seeiy fell back in her chair with a little gasp; her husband turned a dismayed face upon his son; and Kitty and Margery gave little screams. "Weyman street! 1* was miles from the region of aristocracy; it was peopled with working girld, and seam stresses anil small shopkepers; with street venders and old apple-wome 1 (Q.r all the Seelys knew. "Not Weyman street, Harvey?" said his father, appealingly. "Certainly; tVeyman street," Har vey repeated. "But she is not—she cannot be of good family, living in Weyman street?" said Mrs. Seely, anxiously. "The family is quite respectable," her son responded, quietly. "Dora's mother is a widow. She sews for a lace-goods house, and Dora has been assistant bookkeeper in our estab lishment; that is how I met her. Mrs. Seely groaned. "A bookkeeper—a seamstress!" she ijaculated. "Oh, Harvey, you could not have done worse!" "A penniless girl!" said his father, solemnly. "And after all wo have hoped for you! No; it could not he worse." "A common working-girl!" said Kitty, in a choking voice. "And everybody will know it! Oh, Harvey, it couldn't bo worse!" The young man looked from one to another in astonished, hurt and half conti mptuons silence. Margery turned to him, with a gen tle sympathy mingling with tho dismay in her face. "Perhaps," she said, hopefully— "perhaps there is something to make up? Perhaps she is a wonderful beauty, or a great genius, or some thing?" Harvey gave her a grateful smile. "I think her pretty, of course," he said. "But 1 suppose that's because I'm fond of her. I don't think she would be called a beauty. And as for genuis—she's very clever at accounts; but she doesn't sing, or paint, or any thing of that sort. She's never had the time or money fq- such things, poor girl!" But Margery had turned away with an impatient gesture. "There is nothing, then," she said, despairingly. "No; it couldn't bo wo;sot" Harvey rose from his seat, with an energy which set the bell in the castor jingling. "This is absurd" he said indignantly. "It is more than absurd; it is unjust and narrow-minded. How sensible —pre- sumably sensible people," Harvey corrected, ratlior bitterly, "can say, in regard to a person they have never seen, that 'it could not be worse,' is past my comprehension." "We will not talk of it," said Mrs. Seely, holding up a restraining hand. "Discussion will not mend matters. And you are to be married next month?" "On the ninth," Harvey rejoined. "Of course you will all be there?" he added, rather dubiously. "By no means!" said his father, shortly. "You could hardly expect It." said Mrs. Seely, reproachfully. "Very well; 'if Mohammed won't come—' You've heard the observa tion. We shall pay you a visit imme diately on our return from our wed ding tour, with your kind permission. You must know Dora." When ho left the house, an hour later, he had the required permission. His mother and the girls had even kissed him good-by, in an injured and reproachful way; and his father had shaken hands, coolly. But his ears still rang with that odious assertion, "It could not be worse!" and he was thoughtful all the way back to the city. 11. The Seelys were in a state of sub dued excitement. Harvey's wedding tour was com pleted; and they had received a tele gram that afl ernoon to the effect that lie would be "on hand" tonight, with his new wife. The dining-room table was set for dinner; and Mrs. Seely wandered from one end of it to the other, ner vously. Her husband sat under the chande lier with his evening newspaper; but he was not reading it. Kitty and Margery fluttered about uneasily, watching through the window for the carriage from the railroad station. "I hope," said Margery, with a ner vous attempt at cheerfulness, "that she will be barely decent —present- able. Think of the people who will call! I hope she won't be worse than we're prepared to see her." "She couldn't be," said Mrs. Seeiy, dismally. There was a roll of wheels, anil the twinkle of the carriage-lamp at the door, and the bell rang sharply. Kitty anil Margery clasped hands in sympathetic agitation; Mr. Seely dropped his newspaper and arose; and Mrs. Seely advanced toward the hall door with dignity. It opened wide before site could reach it. and Harvey entered, his face suffused with genial, blissful smiles. "This is my wife," he said, proudly. "My mother, Dora; my father; my sisters Kitty and Margery!" And, with a caressing touch, he took by the hand and led forward among them — What? Mr. Seely gazed with startling eyes; j Mrs. Seely dropped the hand she had started to hold out, with her face growing ashy, and Kitty and Margery gasped. For what they saw was a woman of apparently 40 years, with a face powdered and painted in the most un blushing manner, with thin gray hair crimped over a wrinkled forehead in a sickening affectation of youthfulness, and with a diminutive, gaily-trimmed bonnet perched thereon; with an af- ! fected, mincing gait and a simpering i smile. | "This is my wife," Harvey repeated. : "Have you no welcome for her?" The bride tittered. "Mebbe they think I ain't good • enough for 'cm, dear?" she observed, tartly. "Impossible, my pet," Harvey re sponded; and patted her falsely blooming check affectionately. "Be- i sides, if you were but a shadow—a caricature of your beautiful self, they would not have b.en surprised. They were prepared for the worst." Ho looked at his horrified relatives meaningly. The truth of his words flashed over them. Yes. they had all said, repeatedly, that "it could not be worse." But this wretched, wrinkled, bedizened creature —had they dreamed of this? Ilarvey watched them with an un disturbed smile—his father, turning away at last and rubbing hi: forehead with his handkerchief weakly; Mrs. Seely, gazing at her daughter-in-law with a dreadful fascination, and the girls, sinking into chairs in dismayed silence. "Well, mother," said Harvey, light ly, "of course a new addition to the family is an object of interest; but don't forget that ! have an appetite, and getting married has rather im proved it. Take off your bonnet, my own. Here, Kitty!" Kitty came forward with a set face •and tightly-closed lips, to receive the marvelous combination of beads and silk flowers held out to her with a disgusting air of cprightliness. She was afraid to trust herself to speak. Poor Mrs. Seely, sick at heart, had made her way to the bell and rang it, and dinner came down presently. "Turtle soup!" t.he bffde observed, looking round the table with a girlish smile; "ain't nothing I admire go! j Juit pass that celery, father-in-law. : Delicious! ain't it, darling?" "Extremely, my dear," said the bridegroom, complacently. Ignorant and vulgar! What dread ful things would they discover next? It was an evening they never for got. The unfortunate parents sat with pale faces and unsteady hands, stur j ing into their empty plates, or looking J at each other with fresh horror at each simpering, senseless, ungram matieal remark of their terrible daugh j ter-in-law. | Kitty ana Margery excused them selves during the second course, and flew to their rooms to cry themselves : to sleep, in an agony of dismay and j mortification. j "I shan't think of setting up," said I the bride, rising from the table with an apologetic giggle, and with the last lof her dessert held aloft. "I'm too wore out. If anybody calls—o' course [ everyboay'll call—just tell 'em I'll see | 'em tomorrow. Come on, dear!" And she tripped up stairs, with a Juvenile nod over her shoulder, and with her beaming young husband fol lowing. Mrs. Seel.v wrung her hands despair ' ingly. j "We said it could not be worse," she said, faintly. "But this! How ! shall we endure it?" i "I shall not endure it!" said her husband; his face had grown almost careworn during the last two hours. "I shall send them packing tomorrow, and if ever he enters my house again—•" He brought his hand down on the table threateningly. "But that will not help matters," said his wife, miserably. "He is ruined; we are disgraced; and every body will know it. There was a silence. "I had pictured her to myseif," said Mrs. Seely, beginning to sob, "as a young girl—a person of suitable age for my poor, misguided boy, decently educated, and at least a lady. And even then, when I did not doubt that it was such a one he had chosen, I thought myself the most unhappy creature in the world, because she had not wealth and an old name. Surely it is a judgment upon us. Oh. was there ever" so dreadful a thing?" "Probably not," said her husband, grimly. It was a solemn group which waited in the dining-room, next morning, for the appearance of the newly-wedded couple. There were marks of a tossing night on every face—in troubled [ brows, swollen lids and pale cheeks— and a general gloom prevailed. Mr. Seely stood in front of the fire place, watching the half-door with a stern face. He was master in his own house at least, and he was determined that it should not be disgraced by his son's wife for another hour. "Please get them away before any body comes, papa!" said Kitty. "It j would be dreadful if anybody were to ! see her!" "Dreadful!" Margery echoed, with a groan. There were footsteps on the stairs. | Mrs. Seely turned with a-shiver, and the girls caught their breath. The hall door opened. The waiting group looked up slow- j ly. Would she not be still more terri- j hie in the broad daylight—that artift- S cial, simpering horror? But it was not the sight they were i prepared to see which the open door J disclosed; it was not a painted pow- J dered semblance of a woman who I came in slowly, with a timid smile 1 and downcast eyes. It was a slender, sweet-faced young j lady, with shining brown hair crown ing, a charming head, peachy cheeks, I in which the color came and went, and j soft, dark eyes, which studied the j carpet in pretty timidity; with dainty, slippered feet, and a lace-trimmed wapper, fitting snugly to a perfect form. "Good morning," she said, gently. Harvey had followed her closely. "Well, Dora," he said, looking from cne to another of his speechless rela tives, quizzically, "they don't seem in clined to speak to you." But. Margery had come toward her hastily, and seized both of her hands. "Was it you all the time?" cried Margery, joyfully. "And the gray hair was false, and the wrinkles were put on, and nil that dreadful powder? C'h, Harvey, how could you?" "I begged him not to." said the pretty bride, raising her dark eyes j sweetly. "I told liim it was cruel; and such a time as I had. saying all those shocking things he had taught inc. and keeping my wig straight, and trying not to laugh! Shall you ever forget us?" "Forgive you! Oh. my dear!" cried Mrs. Seely. incoherently. And she hurried forward, with a sob of joy, and embraced her (laugh- ] tcr-ln-law wildly. "It was rather rough." said Harvey, gaily. "I felt like a villain when I , saw the way you all took it. But you knew what you said, every one of you—that it 'couldn't ho worse.' I ] thought I'd demonstrate to you that jit could. Dora Is 19 instead of 40; she can speak correctly when she makes an effort; and I can heart ily recotnmond her for a 'willing and obliging.' good-temnerert and thorough ly capable girl—the sweetest in the j world." Mr. Seely left the fireplace and came and clasped his daughter-in-law in his arms, with a beaming face, and Kitty kissed her effusively. "It was a dreadful lesson," sakl Mrs. Seely, looking up with a tearful smile; j "but I am afraid -ve needed it, my j son." —Saturday Night. I | BUiLDINC THE CANADIAN PACIFIC. Kow Van llornn Mai 300 Mllho or End ( noarlllß lmpoaoibilllioi. "Students of latter day Canadian . history like to dwell upon the Cana ? d .:;i Pacific story. To them it means . mi epic of individual prowess, the wel i tare of a strong man—strong mentally . : and physically—against almost insur c mountahie obstacles, t "Within six weeks of his appoint - ' u.ent William Van Home made his - j presence felt. When the enemies of j the road began to decry the building - I of the north shore section—thnt along I tiie upper end of bake Superior—Van > J Home promptly advocated the reten -1 tion of the original plan, and insisted j that an all-Canadian line was abso -1 lutely necessary. His opinions, back i ed by the extraordinary influence he had already commenced to exercise i over his associates, were accepted, i end he plunged into the work with all j the strength of his iron nature. His { first task was to attack the wilder ness on the north of Lake Superior. | "Twelve thousand railroad navvies, J and from 1500 to 2000 teams of horses ! were set to work, involving the use of a dozen steamers for the transport jof material and provisions. It was j a small army in number, but its mo ! tive, creation instead of extinction, made its work of wonderful interest, j The problem boldly faced by the new ! general manager was one calculated I to daunt the most venturesome and j daring spirit. In his preliminary and ' personal survey he had found what he afterward characterized as 200 miles I of engineering impossibilities. The ! j country it was necessary to cross was J a waste of forest, rock and muskeg i (bog), out of which almost every mile of road was hewn, blasted, or filled up, and in plnces the filling-un of muskegs proved to be a most difficult task. I "There were moments during the ! work when even William Van Home's ; stout heart almost failed hini. Dis- ! I couraging reports from surveyors and j \ engineers, the discovery of unexpected ; obstacles, and the varied phases of | | weather, rain following cold and i i floods followed rain, made the task ! hard beyond the comprehension of or- j dinary men. But there was that in ! the old Dutch stock of the Van j Homes, and perchance, in the Amor- I ican spirit of the Illinois-born man, ; j which caused him to hammer away at j the problem until he finally succeeded. | It is well to say In passing, that if ! William Van Home had accomplished | nothing else, his victory over the en j gineering difficulties afforded by the i j line along Lake Superior's north shore I would give him fame enough for one J | man. While the work of constructing i : the Lake Superior north coast line 1 was progressing other portions of the ; great systems were receiving the at- j I tention of the tireless general man- J j ager and his assistants. The Rocky J I mountains, that formidable harrier of j | interminable snow peaks, had to be ; pierced. | "To those who have traveled over j j the Canadian Pacific from Montreal | to Vancouver the feat of building even j a single track railroad under su ih j I conditions and through such a mar- j j velous country i 3 almost past under | j standing. The obstacles presented j j along the north shore fade into insig- I ! nifiicance when compared with those j encountered after entering the majes j | tic Rockies. Every conceivable er, j j gineering problem was encountered ' ! and overcome. Trestles, bridges, cuts j and fills without number were em- ] I ployed, and to achieve all this money i j was spent with a liberal hand. It was j like campaigning in a hostile country. J j To rout the forces of nature called for | a vast army of men, and this army re- ] 1 quired a commissary corps as efficient j j as one accompanying a military body. , Pick and shovel, dynamite and blast- i | ing powder, formed the weapons of ! offense: temporary rails and engines j the transportation; great hordes of i Chinese and Indians the rank and file; | intrepid and skillful Canadian, Eng- ■ lish and American engineers the staff, and at the head of it all, the general-in-ehief, was William Van j Horne, the Illinois hoy. who, 20 years ; ! before, had started in his railroad j career as a cub telegraph operator."— j H. H. Lewis, in Ainslee's Magazine. ! Overcrowded London. At the present moment, writes Sir j Walter Besant. those paits of East > London inhabited by the workingmen j of all kinds, from the respectable ar-j tisan in steady employment down to j | the casual hand and the children of the street, are suffering from the! dearth of houses. There are not! enough single rooms for the families which would gladly occupy them, if i they could. The rents of the lowest i tenements are going up higher and ] higher. The working people compete j with one another for rooms. The I landlord has only to put up his house. | or his rooms in his house, to the high est bidded. A room that used to be let for four shillings a week can now command six, while the fine, or the sum paid on taking the key. which was formerly a few shillings, now i runs up to a pound or even two. The houseless used to be consid ered the very poorest. Among them now are families where the head is in good work. They are houseless be cause there are no houses for them. The vast increase of population has a , good deal to do with this. For in stance, the outlying suburb of East Ham, 20 years ago a mere hamlet , with a few houses and an old church I in the fields, now numbers 90,000 peo ple, all of the working class; while Its neighbor, West Ham, which : 20 years ago consisted of. two or three ; scattered hamlets, is now a great town of 270,000 people, all of the working class.-—Century Magazine. j THE MAN WITH A HAPPY SMILE. Ho tried to scatter sunshine nil along | the way. He sought to make the world n hotter place; In spire of disappointments he went on from day to day Willi a happy, cheery luok upou his ( He kissed the little children, he stroked their sunny curls, He tried to till the toiler's breast with cheer; He had gallantry for ladies, he had smiles for all the girls lie was trying to bring heaven nearer licit*. lie tried to scatter sunshine, he sought j to he polite. He tried to follow out the golden rule, * Am. so people got to thinking that he j wasn't balanced right— i They voted him a nuisance and a fool. —Chicago Times-Herald. HUMOROUS. ] Professor—What kind of iron bttsi- I oess is your father in, Mr. Freshman? | *"reshman—Why—or, I think it's me . tabic iron, sir. "What makes you think he has had i his salary raised?" asked Cheerful ! Mug. "He's taken up golf," replied the | Wise Guy, convincingly. I Tommy—Pop, what is a fatalist? Tommy's Pop—A fatalist, my son. is j a man who knows he's going to get the i worst of it, and doesn't care. \ "Which is the head barber?" in quired the customer. "We're all head j barbers," replied the artist. "What ; did you suppose we were,—corn doc j tors?" Mr. Youngwife—My dear, the bank J in which my money is deposited has broken! Mrs. Youngwife—What a mercy you've got your checkbook at home, love! The two old friends hdd mc^after a long time. "And your daughter?" said one, "is she married?" "No," replied the other; "I have never felt that I could afford a son-in-law." Blobbs—lt's only a question of ti.no before all important documents will lie recorded on phonographs. Slobbs— Great Scott! Then what's to become of the handwriting expert? A teacher had told a class of juven ile pupils that Milton, the poet, was blind. The next day she asked if any of them could remember what Milton's great affliction was. "Yes'm," replied one little fellow. "He was a poet." Angelina—That was a lovely en gagement ring you gave me last night! dear; but what do these initials "R. C." mean 011 the inside? Edwin—Why —er —that is—don't you know? That's the new way of ytamping eighteen carats! Little Edith had been to church for the first time, and on, her return iter grandma asked her how she liked it. "I didn't like the organ very well," was the reply. "Why not?" asked the old lady. " 'Cause," answered Edith, "there wasn't any monkey with it." "I suppose," said the visitor, "It's like pulling teeth to get any money out of your husband these days." "O!" chipped in little Tommy, before his mother could speak, "ma don't have any trouble pulling teeth. She just takes 'em out and puts 'eni in a glass." Tho Hygiene or High Altitudes. The Lancet says; "It is well known that the chemical composition of tho atmosphere differs little, if at all, wherever the sample bo taken: whether it be on the high Alps or at the surface of the sea, the relation of oxygen to nitrogen and other constit uents is the same. The favorable ef fects, therefore, of a change of air are not to be explained by any differ ence in the proportion of its gaseous constituents. One important differ ence, however, is the bacteriological one. The air of high altitudes con tains no microbes, and is, in fact, sterile, whilst near the ground and some 100 feet above it microbes are abundant. In tho air of towns and crowded places not only does the mierohlc Impurity Increase, but other Impurities, such as the products of combustion of coal, accrue also. Sev eral investigators have found traces of hydrogen and certain hydrocarbons in the air, and especially in the air of pine, oak and birch forests. It is to these bodies, doubtless, consisting of traces of essential oils, to which the curative effects of certain health re. sorts are ascribed. Thus the locality of a fir forest is said to give relief in diseases of the respiratory tract. But all the same, these traces of essential oil and aromatic products must be counted, strictly speaking, as impuri ties, since they are not necessary constituents of the air. As recent analyses have shown, these bodies tend to disappear in the air as a high er altitude is reached, until they dis appear altogether. It would seem, therefore, that microbes, hydrocar bons and entitles other than oxygen and nitrogen, and. perhaps, wo should add, argon, are only incidental to the neighborhood of human industry, ani mal life, damp and vegetation." New Varieties of Apples. For all tho great number of varie ties of apples that have been named and distributed very few in compari son have proved general favorites. There is still room at the top, as they say of the learned professions. Those who have largo apple orchards and have still a little ground to spare, might well let a dozen or two seed ling apples grow up to bear fruit. If they proved of less importance than others already thought worthy of a name, they could soon bo turned into I'-oflt b top-grafting with destrabla kinds.—Mtehans' Monthly.
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