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Men who danced with the Queen
bid fair to rival in multitude the
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nurses of George Washington.
Eefore Count Zeppelin makes a suc
cess of his aerial ship he will have
to remodel it. He now confesses that
he cannot make it fly.
Sinco Spain lost her colonies she
has turned her attention to sugar beet
culture, thus her home industries hav#
been benefited by her losses abroad.
The muster roll of one of the com
panies of Concord Minute Men, once
offered to the town of Concord for $25,
was sold in Boston the other day for
10 times that amount.
The popularity of Earl Roberts is
likely to restore the goatee to favor
on masculine chins in England. It
fell into disuse after cavalier days and
stayed out until Louis Napoleon re
turned it to vogue.
Professor Lee, the well-known as
tronomer, seems not to put much faith
in the sun, as he has calculated that
in the next 3,000,000 years it will
freeze to death. This is sad, if true,
but there should be some interesting
American to invent something, if only
another sun, with which to avert the
calamity.
English girls are growing so tall,
thanks to athletics and an outdoor life
generally, that Lady Violet Greville
expresses alarm for the future of the
sex if they continue to increase in
stature. Even now they dominate the
men in height to such an extent that
they are correspondingly diminishing
their matrimonial chances.
The habit of considering the Mor
mon church as essentially an estab
lishment of Utah in the far west is
rudely broken by news of 1000 con
verts reported to the conference of
the southern states within the past
year. This conference covers Ohio,
Kentucky, Virginia, the Carolinas,
Georgia, Florida. Alabama, Mississippi
and Louisiana.
The Rev. S. Baring-Gould (who
among other interesting things wrote
the "Onward, Christian Soldier!"
hymn which Sullivan set to music) is
credited with being the most prolific
of English authors, the British Mu
seum showing 140 titles in its cata
logue under his name. Andrew Lang
comes next with 130 and Dr. Furnivall,
who won a boat race at 75, is third
with 120.
It looked at one time as if the in
ternational marrying fad would never
die out, but if reports are true it may
soon go the way of the bicycle craze.
It is stated that but two English dukes
remain in the matrimonial market,
and neither of them can be consid
ered eligible, one being almost a luna
tic and the other an invalid. Inter
national marriages have not, as a
rule, been prolific of much happiness
to the brides. Money and titles can
not guarantee happiness. The titles
have a glamor for a certain class of
rich people, but as an investment they
oftener bring loss of money with mis
ery than they do wealth and happiness.
A contented person is rich and happy.
The American girl does not make any
mistake by fitting herself to become
the wifo of a sober, industrious and
well-educated American. By marry
ing in her own social sphere her
chances of happiness are 100 fold
better than if she marries out of it
abroad.
Sardinia Is celebrated for the tombs
which prove that pnhistorically ii
was inliabiied by great giants. Re
contly four new tombs have been
found which contain skeletons over
nine feel long.
—•Chicago and Toledo were incor
porated in the same year—lß37. The
former has a population of 1,01)8 575
and the latter 131.822.
PSERPENTS OF SALVATION.^
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The Ordeal of a Night in a Texas Cabin. jjj
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It was partly noble and heroic self
abnegation which prompted Macintosh
to constitute himself the saviour of
Barclay; but it was also partly hope of
winning the hundred which the rest of
the mess put up and which would
enable him to pay. by several months
sooner than ho would otherwise have
done, for the carved ivory crop, the
silver spurs, and the gold cross-sabres,
and other trifles of the sort that he
had bestowed upon Miss Cunningham
in happier days. Thus is the pure
metal of our finest actions ever com
bined in the coining with base alloy.
Macintosh had been in love with
Miss Cunningham for some time, and
was so still, though now he had noth
ing to hope. He had had reason to
believe at one period of the negotia
tions that he found favor in her sight.
Then Barclay had come upon the
scene, with pull, prospects, and ex
ceeding good looks, and from the
moment that he presented himself as
a rival for the notice of Miss Cunning
ham, Macintosh began to lose heart,
realizing that, besides being far less
blessed in personal appearance than
the other, he had nothing to expect in
the future beyond promotion and fo
gies, in the natural course of death
£ nd years.
He put his faith to the test how-
ver, and when it proved definitely ad
verse, he did not go into the world
6 mbittered and scowling at Barclay,
and making a spectacle of himself
g enerally. He even continued to put
tile horses of his troop at Miss Cun
ningham's disposal, though now she
rude no more with him. Yet. for all
t lat, he himself would have been more
tlan human had ho not experienced a
certain secret satisfaction at seeing
one placed there —and that by Bar
clay himself. This tiling came to pass
surprisingly soon, and in the following
manner.
Barclay and his lady had a quarrel
one day, and, whether it was a relapse
to habits of his past life (for Barclay
was a civil appointment) or whether
it was merely to drown despair, certain
it was that the lieutenant hired him
self down to the officers' room and
drank more than was good for him—•
considerably more. This was, of
course, in the old days, as many as 25
years ago, before the service
down to the last, least commissioned
officer, had reformed. Then, finding
perhaps that though naughty, whiskey
—even sutler's whiskey—was nice,
Barclay took to drink regularly and all
ut once; and for a period of several
months, except when lie was on duty,
never drew a sober breath. His brother
officers shook their heads in decent
sorrow and said that the poor fellow
was going the way of many a better
man—since it is always the brightest
who have gone before us, and the
dullest who are left behind.
Now there is one thing which every
nne has probably observed regarding
the man who is in his cups the best
part of the time, which is, that besides
being the special care of Providence,
the war department looks after him
tenderly, and his wife is generally his
adoring slave.
Miss Cunningham was not Barclay's
wife as yet, to be sure, but she would
have liked to be, so it came to pretty
much the same thing, and in propor
tion as his vice took stronger hold
upon him, he took stronger hold upon
her heart. Then her parents inter
fered, and what with their opposition
and menaces, and Barclay's entreaties
and promises of amendment after each
new fall, the poor girl had a very bad
time. Every one was sorry for her.
The older officers got at Barclay and
pointed to hideous examples of what
his end would be, and to the graves of
youths and of old men, who had done
as he was doing, which dotted the
face of Texas and of the territories in
general. Barclay was sorry, sincerely
sorry. He pledged himself to reform —
and straightway sinned again.
And there, where all others had
failed, Macintosh stepped in and
achieved success. Ho had been off on
R hunting leave, and had got back to
the post just in time to report and
tress and go over to the mess. Bar
clay belonged to the mess, but he was
not there, and Macintosh, looking
around, asked where he might be.
"Sick," said the adjutant laconi
cally.
"Meaning "
"Exactly so."
Macintosh opined that It was a con-
Jbunded shame, and worse, and some
one else suggested that it would not
matter so much if the absent one were
only killing himself, but that he was
killing Miss Cunningham as well.
"I don't know," objected Macintosh;
"Barcay's a pretty decent sort him-
Belf "
"Which," interrupted the adjutant,
"is both magnanimous and true."
"And"—continued Macintosh, un
heeding—"and there are fellows who
could be a lot better spared. As far
as I've observed this is his only fault."
The adjutant was of the opinion that
he made up for a good many lesser
ones with it, and that it was one, more
over, which might not be cured.
"Oh!" said Macintosh, more byway
nf offering opposition than from con
viction, "I don't know about that."
The others asked If ho had ever
heard of a bona-fide case of reform
where there had not been a back-slide.
"Of course." they argued, "fellows
have been known to go on the water
wagon, and to turn over a new leaf,
and all that when there was a girl in
view. Any man. nearly, will swear off
when he's in love, but when he's in
love and can't swear off, he is in a very
bad way." And they went on to point
out at length how the subject of dis
cussion might end up all at once in a
general collapse, to which finish the
air of the country was favorable, or,
on the other hand, might last to a
green old age, rank, and the retired
list. "You can't most always tell," de
clared one, "but, so far as I'm con
cerned, I should like to see him die oft
early enough for Miss Cunningham to
get over it and forget all about it."
"I," said Macintosh, "had rather see
him cured."
"You," observed a captain, with ad
miration, "must have been drawing on
the post Sunday school library. Come
off!"
Whereat all the contrariness of Mac
intosh's nature was aroused. "I would,"
he insisted. Then an idea seemed to
strike him. "And I'll bet," he added,
"that I'll reform him, too."
"Angels have trod there," they as
sured him, "but it would be pictur
esque to see you rush in. And. byway
of incentive, we'll bet you a hun
dred to ten that you won't."
Macintosh took it, and two months
was set as the limit of time in which
he might show the finished article.
"Provided, always," he stipulated,
"that the C. O. will give me another
hunting-leave inside of a week."
This the commandment—the matter
being presented to him—agreed to do.
So Macintosh told Barclay of certain
magnificent hunting grounds he had
discovered on the last trip, and worked
on his imagination and his sportman
ship; and they started off together, on
horseback, with their bedding wrapped
in rubber ponchos, and provisions on
a led-horse. Macintosh did not want
a private or any one else along.
Barclay, being in a state of new and
keen repentance, abstained from tak
ing a flask along, but Macintosh did
not believe in foolhardy heroism of
that sort, and his saddlebags held two.
Their way led across an all but in
terminable waste of chaparral. The
first day out Barclay drank water.
But he stood it in silence until they
halted at noon under a mesquite bush.
Then Barclay gave a great'groan: it
was so nearly a sob that Macintosh
shuddered. He asked what the trouble
was, but he knew very well.
"I'd give my eternal soul—if I
haven't already—for a drink," he said.
"I don't believe I can stand it, old fel
low; let's go back."
But Macintosh refused; he had come
out to be gone eight days, and he was
going to stay out. "You're two days
from the post, anyway," he reasoned;
"and you'd cither be dead or over it
before you got back."
So Barclay had no choice but to keep
on. Macintosh said nothing about the
flasks in the saddle-bags. He was
keeping those for possibly a more ur
gent use.
At nightfall they came to a settle
ment in a gulch between two bare foot
hills. It was a deserted settlement, of
mining origin to judge from a forsaken
shaft or two. and if it had ever had a
name it was forgotten now as had
probably been the pony whose skele
ton —the logs still hobbled—lay across
the entrance of the one street, which
rhn along the bottom of the gully and
was lined on either side by a dozen
01* more shacks.
"We can ' put up in one of those
houses tonight," Macintosh said cheer
fully. "I did when I was here a lew
days ago."
Barclay, who was in a very bad state
by now, and whose nerves were agoniz
ing, looked dubious, and said that he
would prefer to sleep outside under a
poncho, as they had done the night be
fore. "The places are probably alive
with centipedes or skunks or some
thing," he complained.
Macintosh had a career of falsehood
opening before him for the night in
any case, so he entered courageously
upon it now. He said that the house
he had gone into had been singularly
free from anything of the sort, that
it had been very comfortable, and that
a roof where you could get It was in
dubitably better than the stars. So
they cooked their supper and hobbled
their stock, and when the moon
rose they took their bedding
rolls and went into the shack, which
appeared to be in the best state of
repair, and which had, in the town's
life-time been its most flourishing
saloon.
Macintosh lit a candle, and set it on
what remained of the bar. If Barclay
had ieen in a condition to notice any
thing besides his own woes, he would
have seen that Macintosh's face was
white and his looks anxious. But he
only unwrapped the poncho with shak
ing hands, and began to spread it in a
corner. Then he jumped back and
stood looking, terror-eyed into the
shadow. There was an ominous, sharp
sound, that died away.
"Say, Macintosh," he quavered
"there's a rattler in here." Macintosh
crossed over to him and laid his hand
on his houlder. "I guess not, old fel
low," ho soothed; "turn in and you'll
tool better in the morning."
Barclay insisted upon the snake,
with angry oaths. It rattled again as
he went a step nearer. "Don't you
hear it?" ho urged.
Macintosh shook his head pityingly,
sadly. And just then something dark
and long went sliding slowly over the
floor. The sensation which stole up
Macintosh's back to the roots of his
hair was not pleasant. "Confound it,"
said Barclay, his voice breaking and
high between rage and sheer scare,
"get. that candle and look, if you don't
believe me."
Macintosh went for the candle, walk
ing circuitously to av?id something
coiled and beginning to stir, and there
by disturbing yet one more, which
rattled, too.
Barclay turned around with a spring.
"Perhaps you didn't hear that?" he de
manded.
"Hear what?" asked Macintosh,
patiently.
He brought the candle, and Barclay
took it in his hand and put it almost
at the raised and darting head of a
rattler. "Maybe you don't sec now,"
he triumphed.
Macintosh felt like dancing as the
tenderfoot does when the cowboy
shoots at the floor beneath his feet,
lie wondered if his and Barclay's
leggings and boots were surely fang
proof. His teeth clicked together, hut
he only reached out and took the
candle away. "Come to bed. old fel
low," he insisted, once more; "you'll
be all right by daylight."
The sympathy of his tone worked.
Barclay to frenzy. He got into the
middle of the room, fairly staggering.
The candle, held high in Macintosh's
hand, threw a circle of vague light,
and in the circle were no less than
eight snakes—some coiled some mov
ing. some raising evil heads, some
writhing away into the gloom beyond.
"Do you mean to say you don't see
those?" His hand swept an unsteady
circle.
Macintosh steeled himself, and said
that he only saw the floor.
The other stared at him wildly for a
moment, then gave a howl of terror
that froze the blood in Macintosh's
tempos and made him wish that he had
left Barclay to go mad in his own
chosen way. Horrible thoughts began
to come to him of what would happen
if the fellow were to go insane here
in the midst of the desert, in a for
saken settlement with only hundreds
upon hundreds of rattlesnakes every
where around.
"Get me out of this—oh, get me out
of this!" pleaded Barclay, starting for
the door and stopping short with a
hiss of fright as a snake shot up its
head and rattled. Then, in a patch of
light which fell on the wall, a centi
pede, big and fat and long, began to
crawl, slowly at first and more swiftly.
His eyes fixed themselves upon it,
glassy, and he stood perfectly still, his
breath coming in sobs and gulps.
When the crawling thing had disap
peared into a crack he turned deliber
ately about. His face showed livid
and aged and lined. "On your word of
honor, Macintosh," he said, with pain
ful quiet, "are none of those things
here?"
"What things?" said Macintosh. He
looked forward over the seven or eight
hours of darkess yet to come, and
wondered whether he or Barclay would
go mad first, or, if not that, then which
would first be stung. But there was no
way out of it now, no way but to make
an eternal enemy, a fool of himself,
and a fizzle of the whole attempt, not
to speak of losing his bet. Besides, he
was doing a good act.
So he got Barclay up on top of the
bar, and he lit one candle as another j
burned out, and all through the night
he kept alternately poking up the
snakes and insisting that there were
no snakes there, the while he laid
quieting hands on the trembling form
and looked about him to see that no
centipede or scorpions should come
near. He could have given Dante and
Milton points.
But when morning approached he
led Barclay, a broken, quiverng man,
out into the empty street, and caught
the horses and saddled them, while
Barclay sat huddled on the ground.
As the day began to break he turned
to him. "Would you like to go back,
now that it's lighter, and see for your
self that there was nothing in there?"
he asked. If Barclay were to accept,
it would spoil the whole thing probably,
but that had to be chanced.
"No," said Barclay, and smiled wan
ly. "I'll take your word for it. Only
just get me home."
So they mounted and turned back
by the road th#y had come, for it had
got beyond all question of Barclay's
handling a gun. As the sun rose, how
ever, his courage rose also, inch by
inch. And at last he spoke in quite a
normal way, so that Macintosh drew a
long breath of relief. "See here, Mac
intosh," he said. "I'll make a bargain
with you. If you'll never tell this on
me, I'll never take a drink again."
And he kept his word, and Macin
tosh won the hundred, and everybody
was happy all around. Barclay and
Miss Cunningham were married and
lived happily evermore. But Barclay
ascribed his reformation to his own
power of will, Miss Cunningham to her
Influence over him, and the others
wore divided between these two views.
And Macintosh got no credit from
anybody—as is usually the case with
reformers —and it was probably just
what ho deserved. —San Francisco
Argonaut.
Old RncordN Found In Wnlen.
One of the most interesting literary
finds was the discovery in Swansea
castle, about 50 years ago, of the orig
inal contract of afllance between Ed
ward of Carnarvon, Prince of Wales,
and Isabella, daughter of Philip tho
Fair of France, dated at Paris, May
20, 1303. It was previously known that
when Edward II fled from Bristol for
Lundy and was driven by contrary
winds to land in Swansea bay, he de
posited a number of the national ar
chives in Swansea castle for safety.
When the records of the castle were
seized it is probable that the docu
ment mentioned was left behind. The
discovery was made by Mr. George
Grant Francis of Burrows Lodge,
Swansea. —Cardiff Western Mail.
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On the >tairs.
The children with their dolls are out
At play iqion the stair;
'Tis in the quiet afternoon,
So none disturb them there.
The clock upon the landing ticks;
The house seems very still.
And now and then the shrill wind sighs
Between the door and sill.
The children do not heed tho clock,
Nor heed the wind that moans,
But quite intent upon their play,
They talk in lowered tones.
—Katharine Pyle, in Harper's Bazar.
Twirling for I.ttrkfl.
Why the lark should ever have been
chosen as an ingredient for a steak,
kdiney, and oyster pudding is a puzzle.
In consequence of the bird being re
garded as a tidbit, thousands of larks
are killed in certain countries yearly.
A lark can always be caught if you
waggle something bright and glitter
ing near it. This is how the French
capture their victims. They fasten
bits of looking-glass to the top of a rod,
which they twist about a string. The
scraps of mirror reflect the sun's rays
and attract the notice of the larks,
which gather round it in large num
bers. only to be shot down in scores.
This unlovely pastime is known as
"Twirling for larks."—Cassell's Little
Folks.
Ilow Hairpins Are Made.
For ages the French and English
controlled the manufacture of hair
pins, and it is only within the last 20
years that the goods have been pro
duced in other countries to any extent.
The machinery used is of a delicate
and intricate character, as the prices
at which the pins are sold necessitates
the cheapest and most 7'apid process,
which can only be procured by auto
matic machines.
The wire is made expressly for the
purpose and put up in large coils,
which are placed in a clamp, and so
carried to the machine while being
straightened. This machine cuts,
bends, and, by a delicate and instan
taneous process, sharpens the points.
Running at full speed, it will turn out
120 hairpins every minute. To econo
mize it is necessary to keep the en
gines going day and night.
The difficult part of the work Is in
the enamelling, which is done by dip
ping the pins in a preparation and
baking in an oven. It is here that the
most constant and careful attention is
required, as the pins must be absolute
ly smooth and the enamel have a per
fect polish. The slightest particle of
dust causes imperfections and rough
ness.
Rocking Grown People to Sleep.
There are few boys or girls who
know what an unpleasant thing it is
to lie awake ail night. Young people
manage to get plenty of exercise, dur
ing the day and go off into the dust
man's kingdom readily enough when
the pillow is reached—except, per
haps, on Christmas eve or the night
of July 3. Grownups are not always
so fortunate. Many of them are lax in
the matter of exercise, while others
have affairs which fairly run away
with their peace and health. The
grim monster insomnia often seizes
them, sets their brains running at
high tension and keeps them awake
till morning. It is a terrible state for
a grownup to get into and learned
doctors have ransacked the earth, the
seas and a large hook called the
pharmacopoeia to find charms that
will banish the monster. They have
finally hit upon a very simple device
—one that is found in every home
ruled by a baby. The patient is pro
vided with a bed that is fixed upon an
axle at its centre and by means of a
simple mechanism the head is gently
raised and lowered—rocked. It Is
very simple and old-fashioned—the
wonder is that no one thought of it
before and doctors who have tested It
in hospitals say that few nervous
growups fail to drop asleep at once
under its soothing motion.—Chicago
Record.
Joe Trout nnd flie I.lon.
Rain was falling the night Joe
Trout's train was stopped by a hot box
at Dead Man's Curve, on a wild slope
of the Alleghanios. Everybody said
something tincheerful and then went
to work. There was a brilliant gather
ing of men with lanterns about the
afflicted axle. Tho engineer felt the
box, pronounced it a bad case of
typhoid fever, and applied remedies
learned In 20 years of railroading. Pete
Harlow, the flagman, wet to the skin
and groaning with rheumatism,
walked painfully back around the
curve and put signal torpedoes on the
track to keep off approaching trains.
As he rose from the rail he saw a
shaggy object with glowing eyes and a
powerful up and down motion, coming
toward him.
There was no hint of rheumatism In
the way Pete returned to the train and
told the boys there was "some strange
animal down there." They laughed at
him, but his eyes were big with truth
or something else, and they finally
turned out to investigate. The rear
brakeman was allowed to lead, he
cause of his record in the Spanish war
and his reputation of being afraid of
nothing. When the little force had
marched in column half way to the
torpedoes, the brakeman gasped,
turned on the instant, and wont for
tho engine at a San Juan gallop.
"There she is! Run for your lives!"
he yelled as he flew past Trout
The conductor felt his skiD grow
white and his heart turn to water, as
he lifted his torch. Facing him was a
big African lion. It was no use to re
flect that such things are not to he
found in the Alleghanies. There it
certainly was, growling and coming
closer, its powerful shoulder blades
bobbing up and down as it walked.
Everybody ran except Joe.
"Yah!" he yelled in stupefied sur
prise.
The beast stopped, turned a credit
able somersault, rolled over on his
back and growled in a friendly way.
It seemed to regard the "yah" as a
courtesy on Trout's part, and to be
trying to make some acknowledg
ment of it. Joe noticed this.
"It's a lion, sure," he thought as his
breath came back, "but he don't stem
dangerous." Then he yelled: "Gimme
a rope; I'll tie him up."
The engineer went to the engine and
got the tank rope, and Trout, with
many "yalis" and "whoa theres" and
"so boys," made the lion a necktie.
Then he led and coaxed him zig-zag to
the engine and tied him to the
cowcatcher. For five minutes he re
ceived handshakes and back-slaps and
"Good-for-you-old-mans" from the
crew, and then telegraphed to the train
dispatcher;
"Caught a lion at Dead Man's Curve.
Tied him to the cowcatcher. Will hurt
him if we move. What shall we do?"
The train dispatcher was mad be
cause the train had been stopped so
long, and wired back:
"Cut the rope. We're not in the
show business."
Next morning the manager of a
traveling menagerie learned with
much regret that his pet trie!: lion
was missing. The showmen all went
to look for it and found it under a
tree near Dead Man's Curve, fast
asleep, with a rope around its neck.—
Little Chronicle.
Madame l(n,
The present minister from China is
the most popular representative the
Flowery Kingdom has had in Wash
ington.
Mme. Wu, too, although she has not
had the opportunities to become a.s pub
licly known as is his Celestial excel
lency, soon made a place for herself
in Washington diplomatic circles.
She lias not her husband's command
of English, but she had no sooner
reached Washington, in 1897, than she
began to study English, so that now
she is well able to carry on "polite
conversation."
Mme. Wu is of ancient lineage, her
pedigree, in distinction, extending far
ther back than mat of the royal fam
ily itself. Naturally, she has re
mained faithful to the Oriental dress,
and her costumes are the wonder and
admiration of her American sisters.
On state occasions she wears a bril
liant petticoat of red or blue, just
short enough to show her little feet,
heavily embroidered with gold. Over
this is worn a tunic of black and pur
ple, also richly wrought with bullion.
On her breast is a large gold eagle,
which signifies that her rank is equal
to that of her husband, and she may
at all functions enter and leave the
room at his side instead of behind
him, as would be required if she were
of lesser rank. Her head-dress is a
narrow band of black satin, ornament
ed with a splendid jewel—a large pearl
usually—worth quite a king's ransom,
worn directly in front. This band Is
decorated with flowers which fall just
behind the ears and add much to its
picturesqueness. Her jewels are beau
tiful. The custom of wearing flowers
in the hair is nearly universal in
China, fresh blossoms being preferred
when attainable, and artificial ones at
other times.
The beads around Mme Wu's neck
are also a sign of official distinction,
worn by men as well as by women.
Curiously enough they vary with the
season, those o sandal wood being
distinctly summer beads, while coral,
jade and other stones are reserved for
winter decoration.
Except for state occasions, Mme.
Wu's usual costume is a simpler re
ception gown of brocade and silk. Her
home gowns aye all made after this
general pattern, and are simple in tex
ture and trimming. Silk, cotton and
grass cloth are the fabrics most used
for summer, with the addition of bro
cades, furs and skins in winter. Wool
en Is very little used, and so far as
underwear is concerned one may re
mark that with both men and women
there is a great paucity of linen.
Mme. Wu has the little feet which
characterize women of high caste in,
Southern China.
When Mr. Wu was asked: "If you
had a daughter, would you bind her
feet?" he replied:
"Madame, I have no daughter."
"And if you had?"
After considerable hesitation: "I
hardly think I should. However." con
tinued he, "you claim to be such a very
progressive people, yet see how your
wemen compress their waists. Why
do you not set us an example? When
you cease to compress your waists,
we will no longer bind our feet You
claim, too, to be free, but what slaves
the best of you are to fashion' Our
charges in style are slight, and occur
at such rare intervals as to give even
our women no trouble."—Brooklyn,
Eagle.
Occupation for tlie IPitiri.
Another avenue of usefulness? has
been opened recently to the blind, in
the constantly increasing popularity
of massage as treatment for disease.
A movement has been begun in Lon
don to establish a training school in
massage for the blind, and it is pro
posed to raise funds to secure rooms
later in some central situation, where
patients could go for treatment by the
blind masseurs and masseuses. A few
who have been trained have acquired,
a high degree of skill.