Tight Gloves. Tight gloves are worse than tight Shoes. The shoes may give a dainty look to the foot in spite of the tor tures endured, but tight gloves make the hands fat and red and ugly. The llesh bulges out and wrinkles form. Gloves should he worn so easily lilting that rings may remain under them. The red, creased look of the palm when gloves are too tight is abomin able. The maiden who wears the glove is the only one who is deluded Into the belief that her hand looks well In it. Shtmr.e Ilreil nml Jewel., . Now that ladies wear so many jewels In the day time a sequence of color be thought out. The Siamese * arrangement may, perhaps, afford sug gestions. In that country on Sunday red silk with a parure of rubles is Worn; Monday brings a silver and white drees and a necklace of moon- Stones; Tuesday is dedicated to light ped, with coral ornaments; Wednesday Is devoted to green, with emeralds; Thursday sees a display of variegated colors, with cat's eyes; Friday the lady Is arrayed in pale blue with flashing diamonds; and Saturday the more Sombre, darker blue, with sapphires to match. —London Graphic. Keribbonml Arm-Top*. ' While too many frills are not to be pommouded for a tiny daughter a fond mamma occasionally evolves some lit tle touch that is as pleasing as it is 1 becoming. One thought as much upon J Seeing a rosy little girl in sheorest S white the arm-holes of her frock being Dutlined with two or three inch pink ribbon. A few stitches had been tak en to prevent the ribbon from becom ing mere strings. These ribbons were tied on the tops of the arms, the hows being neither small nor very large. The same sized how of the very same rib bon was tied around the top hair in the very sensible way which now keeps the unmanageable tresses ouit of the little one's eyes. No doubt one reason lor the admirable effect gained in this Instance was the skill with which the (ribbon had been chosen. It was just the delicately rosy shade that brought the hidden roses in the little maid's cheeks. An Übiqultou* Materinl. ' Was there ever before any one mat erial which served in one and the same for bathing suits, outing suits, ' walking suits, tailor costumes, travel ing and coaching cloaks, promenade ind evening wraps, house dresses, visit ing costumes and evening dresses? ' You may think this last far-fetched, bujt it is true that a very line silky White mohair, prettily made, is very attractive of an evening, and especially useful at the seashore, where many materials are far from satisfactory. Mo hair is, of course, the material to which we refer. About the same thing may be said of taffeta, which is also used for every thing, and for all ages. In fact, it even outdistances mohair, being superior for linings and petti coats especially. The more one thinks of such con trasting uses of a material the more one marvels. —Philadelphia Record. >The SHIKIOW Girl. The Sandow girl is in style. The new ghirt waists are built so that a woman looks twice as wide as she is. In hep eklrt she looks narrower, for skirts aro very clinging and they are fitted as far flown as the knees. But tho figure must be broad and apparently muscular, so that the midsummer woman comes ivery near being top-heavy. The new waists aro made with the Shoulder plait. This Is a fold of cloth which is put on in such a manner that It projects over the shoulders. In cer tain shape it is called the "Gibsonian," and its immediate effect is to make the shoulders look very wide. It is really more becoming to a slender woman than to a plump ono, but both styles are wearing it and you are gradually getting used to the woman who looks twice as broad as she did in the spring. Sleeves display the same pecularity. £ They are tucked in rows of tucking ■M. running around the arm and they arc r trimmed with bands of lace going round and round, all of which tend to make the sleeve large and the arm big. —Milwaukee Sentinel. I Prix* Fackel.. Many owners of the marquise and fltjevalirre rings that fashion has order ed for her favorites, and which have been given as presents, are discover ing that ther pretty ornaments are un expected prize packets, which only ctiance can reveal to them, says Wom en's Life. When carelessly twisting ene el tfceso rings roung her finger a well known Parisienue was suip:ised to Bnd the top of her ring suddenly spring , open and reveal within its depths the Jk tiniest miniature of her favorite pet kitten. Another, testing her own ring, met wiih a like surprise, to find her own face smiling back at her. Miniature portraits of the givers are more general, and on inquiry at a lead ing jeweler's, where the most costly of Jewelry novelties first see the light, It f,, was confessed that quite a number of i rings fitted with these tiny springs, ) and oncloaln? some little photo, or the petal of a certain flower, have been made, though their contents have not yet been discovered. Only an accidental touch Is likely to re lease the spring, for not even to the giver, but only to the maker, is the secret known. XTomen'a Opportunities. That the industrial field for women in this country is looked upon as a veri table Eldorado by some English writ ers on the subject is evidenced by the glowing account of the opportunities at the command of American women and the salaries paid for various kinds of that appeared in a recent issue of an influential London weekly. Teach ing and typewriting are stated as the staple occupations of women of edu cation and ability. The average rate of salary for capable well trained teach ers, it is stated, is "from SBOO to SI2OO a year, while head and col lege professors receive proportionately more. All teachers have a summer va cation of from three to fo\ir months, which many energetic teachers make profitable by giving private lessons or tutoring in the various summer resorts, by chaperoning girls to Europe or in many other ways which entail neither loss of prestige nor of social posi tion." Concerning the occupation of steno graphy and typewriting is this com ment: "The typewriter is an adjunct of every business office in the United States, and its operator Is usually a woman. Here salaries begin at $lO a week and go up to S4O or SSO a week, or even higher, in cases where expert knowledge is required, as in a law of fice, or in connection with medical work." —Brooklyn Eagle. Th Decline of the Apron. It Is about forty years since the pop ularity of the apron began to wane. At that time no woman's wardrobe was complete without an assortment of aprons for all sorts of occasions. A black silk apron was the acme of ele gance and. propriety, and any nonde script gown could, by the addition of the black silk apron, trimmed with a few rows of black velvet ribbon, be dignified and adorned to the utter satis faction of the wearer. An apron had rather a wide field of •usefulness when you consider that It not ODly preserved and embellished a new gown, but it also concealed the de fects, and added dignity to an old one. An apron was always en regie. The beet dross was kept clean by its use, and the daintiness of it represented all the fem inine traits. It was a regular banner of the home. To its strings the chil dren were tied. "Tied to his mother's apron strings!" Contemptuous expression of subordinsk tion! And yet so much sentiment at tached to it! Whoever was tied to his mother's apron strings was compara tively safe —was in his mother's lead. Mother's apron! The baby was rolled in it. Childish tears were dried with it The little boys used its strings for reins, and the little girls played prin cess and trailed its ample folds behind them, real ladies in waiting to an im aginary queen. Those were ante-new woman days. Knitting and needlework were femin ine occupations. It was previous to the day of higher education for women. It may sound far fetched to say that home sentiment waned with the decline of the apron. The latter may not have been the cause, but it certainly kept pace with it. I have the written state ment of a man to the effect that a snow white apron tied neatly about a trim waist had power to attack the mascu line heart at itH most vulnerable point. After that say there is no sentiment about an apron! But man cherishes sentiment about things of which the feminine mind has no conception, and his heart has been many times ensnar ed in the muslin bow that tied at the back of his. sweetheart's waist this banner of the homo. The last was about the man of a generation ago. But the man of today has the same senti ment —latent. —Woman's Home Com panion. Long strings of heads made of burnt wood, carved and tinted, are very pretty. Small pockets stitched on the left front of shirt waists are very chic and stylish. The water lily In black represents one of the novelties in iloral millinery garniture. The most fashionable veils are black and white or black tulle with hall moon or tiny Stars on the plain grounds. Very pretty oracelets of irregularly shaped pearls in varying tints, caughl together with gold links, are finding much favor. Spanish lacra In small figured de signs, stars and dots, aro to be seen in borders of handkerchiefs that have eentres of silk. A wrist bag of gray is stn<Mad with turquoises, ths mounting being set with a row of turqnoisss and Rhine stones in alternation. China allk underbodices. full in front with straight back, eut high in the neck and finished with elbow sleeves, are very nice to weeir under sheer white batiste blouses. A very pretty finish is given a waist by a white lace collar, edged with finely plaited black chiffon, which in turn is bordered with a narrow chiffon ruching. It givis the bertha effect and breadth to the shoulders. What the Chicken Thought. Before the chicken burst his shell, He could not see things very well. It seemed to hira like one white wall; lie could not look outside, at aK, But, when once free, ho viewed on hii'h The beauty of the bright blue sky ! I4 Borao day, when I am grown," thought ho, 4 TII break that blue shell that I see!" —Boston Budget. flow long l>o Animal* lAve*? How many of you know how long the birds and animals live? None of our common pets, the cats or dogs, live very long. I once heard of a cat that lived 29 years, and of a dog that was 22 when he died. But this does not often happen. A horse cannot do much work after he is 12 or 14 years old; but I heard of one horse that lived 64 years. Birds sometimes have long lives. There was once a parrot who lived over 100 years, and ravens often live much longer. A cocatoo in a far-off country was a cheerful old pet when he was 85 years old. He would have lived to be older if he had not grown so cross that he would fight and hurt himself. A dove once lived 25 years in a cage. Fish are such selfish creatures that they ought to live long. They never get hot. Carp are said to live hundreds of years, and pike are also hardy old fellows. There are some Insects that live but a few hour 3. Some live but a day, and all of them are short-lived. The wild beasts do not live long, but elephants are sometimes old, and then they grow helpless, just like old people, and cannot do anything for themselves.—Washington Star. A Taiu® Qunati. Mr. C. Napier Bell gives, In "Zang weera," a pleasant account of a tame quash, a little animal of Central America belonging to the' raccoon family. It is about twice the size of a cat, is covered with thick brown fur, and has a long, bushy tail. While in camp. Mr. Bell's party brought up a young one. "I never in my life saw such an in quisitive, active, pertinacious, fear less, impudent, amiable and quarrel some little beast as he was," says Mr. Bell. "If you treated Quash well, he would be most loving, playing with your hand, poking his long nose up your sleeve or into your pockets, and running all over you as if you belonged to him; but, if you attempted to put him away before he chose to go, he would quarrel at once, snarl and bite, and twist his nose from side to side with impudent definance. "If the workmen set their food down, Quash would take possession at once, and a fearful row would take place before he could be disposessed. "He was everywhere and into every thing, singed his little toes by walk ing through the wood ashes, when, in stead of running away, he shrieked with rage, and began to dig and scat ter the ashes in ungovernable an ger. Then he rushed up a man's back to sit on his shoulder and lick his sore toes. He would often jump on your face when you were sound asleep, and insist on lying down there. At night nothing would satisfy him but to crawl under the men's cover ings and up against their naked skins, where he was by no mean 3 careful with his sharp little claws; but to get rid of him meant nothing less than a stand-up fight. "Every one was fond of Quash, and at the same time every one voted him an unmitigated nuisance. Finally, I gave him to an Indian girl, with whom he became a great pet and grew tamer than ever." PO*IHI Glerk'n Famuli* Doc, Stuffed and handsomely mounted in a square glass case to the right as one enters the Washington postal mu seum is Owney, the tramp dog. Strung around his neck and around him in tho case are hundreds of med als received by Owney from officials in all parts of the world. In life Owney was one of the most famous dogs that ever lived, says the Wash ington Post. He was the postal clerks' dog, without pedigree or beau ty, and in his latter days minus one eye, the result of a hot cinder while on one of his numerous trips. He was known from St. Petersburg to Kala mazoo. When in Japan Owney is said to have behaved very badly in the pres ence of the Mikado, and when the court ladies sought to caress him, to have bristled up in an unfriendly and un-American fashion, decidedly unfavorable to the propagation of good relntions between Japan and this, country. Owney was a cross between an Ir ish and Scotch terrier, and of the dull gray in color secured by tho combi nation of the seven prismatic rays of tfie sun. When a pup ho crept into the Albany postoffice for warmth, and from that time forth was a fa vorite with the poflt.ofllee officials in th# cities fv>m on® end of the land to the ether. Following the mail wagon to the train one (lay Owney jumped aboard. No one saw or missed him. He and the mail bags were old friends. Be ing found by the postal clerks he was taken care of, and having learned the secrets of the bags and liking the rattle of the train, he became a globe-trotter. In Mexico a Mexican dollar was hung to his collar. Reach ing Washington, Postmaster General Wanamaker supplied a harness for Owney and badges were fastened to it. Returning from Japan, where the Mikado presented him with a pass port bearing the seal of the emperor, and where, at Tokyo, ho is said to have whipped every dog he ran across, just to shew what an American dog could do, Owney reached this coun try, and in 1597 found himself in To ledo, Ohio. While there one of the clerks, desir ing to have him photographed, chained him. This was too much for Owney's American spirit, and he bit the clerk. It was reported to the postmaster, and he had a policeman shoot him. An in glorious end for a dog of his distinc tion. A tittle and a llig Follow. There were 36 plump muskmelon seeds, and Bobbie planted them very carefully, tucking nine in each one of the four mounds of earth his fat hands had heaped, smoothed, and patted down. My garden's to be all melons this year. I'll have enough to eat, and lots to sell," he called out proudly to Harry Wood. Now Bobbie and Harry were great friends, though the former was only five years old and recently out of kilts,'while the latter wore a stand-up collar, a butterfly necktie, and was even thinking about "putting on long trousers." Harry's tone, though patronizing, was kind, as he inquired, "So you really think, sonny, that you'll have a big crop of melons?" "Of course!" And Bobbie's voice was full of pride. "I mean to take awfully good care of the plants." And, indeed, as the weeks went by Bobbie did tend his melons faith fully, and in spite of many discourage ments. For in two of the brown mounds the seeds failod to appear; whether they had been planted too deep, or whether they had been nib bled by some wandering worm, nobody could tell. However, the other two mounds soon bristled with luxuriant green plants. These, under Uncle Jed's advice, Bob bie thinned out carefully, weeded, and watered. Then, alas! one night when the little boy was sound asleep (dreaming of luscious melons), an evil-minded cutworm sawed away in the moonlight, and, when morning came, half the plants lay wilting and dying. Bobbie would have cried over them, but then, salt water wasn't good for plants (only asparagus, Uncle Jed said); and so, instead, he did his best to save the rest of his plants. Soot from the kitchen stovepipe, tobacco from another pipe (the hired man's), routed the wicked cutworms. Then a warm rain, followed by sunshiny days, made the melons grow as fast as "Mr. Finney's turnip behind the barn." They got ahead of weeds, hugs, and worms, and began to put forth pert little runners dotted with yellow blos soms. Then, one woful day, Mrs. O'Brien's cow got out of the pasture, and wan dered about until she reached the Barker garden; and, on her way to reach the dozen rows of young corn, what must she do but place her feet right on his last hill of melons, smash ing every trailing vine but one! And this time Bobbie cried. And Harry Wood, who came over to see the extent of the damage, tried to whistle cheerily, as he said, "Well, the old bossle didn't tread on your very best vine. See, you have one left, and —my stars, if there isn't a melon on it as large as my biggest agate marble!" Now Bobbie hadn't noticed this, and he was so delighted that he quite for got his tears. The one lonely melon grew rapidly until It began to look very well. Then one day—lt was when Bobbie and the rest of the Barkers went to the county fair —the young Plymouth Rock roos ter squeezed himself through the chicken-yard palings; and what else must he do but stalk boldly up to that melon, and begin to peck at it! Tap, tap, tap! went his yellow beak, until he broke right into the juicy, salmon pink heart. It was Harry Wood who saw him, and drove him back into the hen-yard. But most of the melon rode away in the stomach of the Plymouth Rock. Harry looked down mournfully at the bits of rind, scattered seeds, and pulp remaining on the melon hill. Then he gathered up the mess, and threw it among the burdocks on the other side of the garden fence. After which his long legs carried him down to the Italian's fruit sore; and, when he came out again, he bore a bulging paper bag. Hurrying up street, ho reached the Barker yard,—reached Bobbie's ill-fated melon patch, and then—and then The Barkers came home from the county fair, and Bobble wont out to his "garden.' There ha.l been mel ons at the fair, and the sight of them had filled him with fresh affection for his own solitary treasure. lie bent over the brown mound, parted the greon leaves, and—oh, wonder of won ders! "Ma! ma!" Bobble shouted. "Do come here. Why, my melon has grown lota just while I'vo been gone! And it's so ripe that it's loosenod itself from the stem. Oh-ee! it's perfectly lovely!" The Plymouth Hock stuck his red cor/ib through the chicken-yard fence, and crowed derisively; hut Bobbie didn't, notice him. And Ilnrry Wood was chuckling to himself across the street, as he said: "That quarter I was saving toward my new air-gun Is gone, hut I don't care. The joke was worth 25 cpnts. And, anyhow, a big fellow kind of ought lo look out for n little fellow." —Sunday School Times. Most spiders have eight eyes, al though some species have only six. SWINDLE FOLKS BY MAIL WHY POST OFFICE PEOPLE THINK "A SUCKER'S BORN EVERY MINUTE." Constantly Issuing Fraud Orders Against Firms That Are Getting Itich Through "Schemes" Which Ought Not to Even Entrap a Shrewd Child of Ten. "Notwithstanding the fact that we are generally credited with being a newspaper-reading nation, I am otten tempted to believe that there nnist he many millions of intelligent persons in the United States who never so much as glance at the head lines of a newspaper," remarked an official of the postoffice department. "At any rate, if these millions to whom I refer ever actually do read the newspapers, their gullibility must be so profound as to be unfathomable. The postoffice department is constantly issuing fraud orders against individuals and alleged firms engaged in getting rich in the opsration of schemes that it would seem as if any shrewd child of 10 ought to be able to see through with out the least bother. "The other day, for example, the de partment got after a chap out in Cin cinnati who for some months had been conducting what he called a 'turf bu reau.' He allaged In his really admi'- nbly-written circulars that he had pri vate and absolute certain methods of obtaining information as to the horses that were slated to win races on tracks all over the United States, and he guaranteed returns of tremendous pro portions. Well, when we looked this fellow up, he promptly skipped, and his incoming mail was seized. It seems Incredible, but every day's mail brought in thousands of dollars, in amounts ranging from $5 actually up to SSOO, and the letters inclosing cash and checks were nearly ail of them apparently written by persons of edu cation. The book in which the man kept his simple account of cash re ceived showed that since he put his scheme into operation he had taken in no less a sum than $465,000, almost out of the question as it may appear. He has got away, but, even if he is cap tured, I very much doubt if any very heavy punishment can be visited upon him. These slippery chaps who work their dodges by means of the mails have the money to employ first-rate lawyers, and these lawyers can gener ally successfully construe their clients' circulars as not having really prom ised anything to the gulls after all. "The endless chain schemes that the department runs down year after year are all of them money-makers for their operators. It would actually seem as if all a 'busted' individual had to do to get rich is to get a lot of circulars printed and send them out, borrowing the money for postage, and there will always be enough gulls to start him on his way. The cherry-tree scheme worked by a gang of southern men, one of them a clergymen, was a col ossal success for its promoters, and yet not a man in the crowd had a coin to bless himself with when they start ed the endless chain scheme in mo tion. The more recent fountain-pen fraud, worked by a couple of Pennsyl vanians, yielded returns that went in to the thousands every day, and I haven't a doubt in life that any num ber ot similar endless-chain schemes are bclnyworked this very day that we shall have to go after later on. "The people who bite on these end less-chain schemes all obviously want a whole lot for nothing, or little or nothing, and this, combined with their strange simplicity, is at the bottom of the success of the fellows who attempt to make their fortunes through the use of the malls. "You would naturally suppose that persons sufficiently intelligent to pos sess an interest in stock speculation would be able to steer clear of 'lnvest ment agents' whom they only know of through circulars, would you not? And yet the department is constantly in receipt of tales of woe from indivi duals who have invested sizeable sums of money with New York and Chicago swindlers claiming to conduct specula tive businesses, who operate entirely through the mails. These outfits are broken up by the United States post office authorities as soon as their fraudulent character is clearly estab lished, but it seems impossible to drive Phase fellows who run the alleged investment agencies wholly out of business. The game's too easy for them, and they are fully aware of the |;reat difficulty found in convicting iShem. As soon as one 'brokerage' firm carries on its business entirely by mall Is smashed the men who have been successfully conducting it sim ply move down to another block and open up another 'brokerage' office un der another firm name. The shift only involves their getting out another batch of literature. The thousands and thousands of dollars which these •harpers take in year in and year out from people whose way of expressing themselves on paper makes it patent that they are educated men and wom en Is a perpetual source of astonish ment to me. "Tho smaller fry of mail swindlers are the fellows who advertise that they will send 'solid gold watches' and all that sort of thing upon the receipt, of 'one dollar.' Now doesn't it seem rea sonable to imagine thai any man er woman sane enough to rub loose in a civilized community ought to know perfectly well that a solid gold watch, or whatever other article it may he. perhaps 'a genuine diamond ring,' cannot he bought, for the sum of 'one dollar?' And yet there are responses to these ads. reaching literally into the millions, and the promoters of those dodges nearly always get rich. I.ast year we routed out a fellow In Boston who advertised in a very elab orate and splurgy fashion throughout the country that he had got hold of a lot of 'lucky stones' on his travels through India, which he was willing to purvey by mail upon the receipt of a $1 per stone. The money that chap got was something fabulous. The dollars were just raining in, when the inspectors swooped upon his office and cleared him out. He didn't care then whether he was cleaned out or not. He had got the money. j "Something over a year ago the de partment nailed a clever woman who was operating her little dodge down In Florida —a woman of tremendous shrewdness, this one was, sure enough. She advertised and sent out circulars to the effect that she was a natural-born healer of ar.y old disease that was ever included in a medical book, mental or physical, and she set forth the fact that, if anything, she was some better as an 'absent healer' than she was as a contact healer. All the persons afflicted with any sort of disease had to do was to hike a $5 note along to her, and she would spend Ave minutes at a certain hour of the day or night thinking of the person remitting the money. Thus, the afflict ed one would be made whole. If I remember correctly, this little woman pulled in something like $200,000 with her scheme, and if she had really de voted five minutes of thought each day to each of her subscribers the day would have had to be about two months long. The beauty of the situa tion in her case was that .absolutely nothing could be done in the way of punishment to her. She clung to it when nailed that she really was an ab sent healer all right—although there was a merry twinkle in her eye as she said it—and the government hadn't way of proving that she wasn't what she claimed to be, even had the gov ernment been disposed to establish any such a contention. "Not in recent years have any of these mail swindlers been so bold as that humorist who, advertising that he would send a certain way of get ting rich on receipt of a sl, sent out little slips containing the words 'Work like the devil and never spend a cent,' but manipulators of the mails almost as brazen are constantly requiring sup pression. When one stops to reflect upon how many years this sort of mail swindling has been going on, and then considers how many tens of millions of newspapers containing accounts of such swindles are constantly being thrown off of American presses, one is tempted to take stock in that old aphorism of Hungry Joe's that 'there's a sucker born every minute and they never die.' "—Washington Star. THE SPIDERS' WAYS. Some Neglect Tlielr F.gg, Oilier* Gnard Thill) Well. In connection with the question of whether adders swallow their young upon danger threatening, a correspond ent wrote, it may be remembered, ask ing, is there any proof tliat adders at tend to their young at all? This ques tion, like the other, has been debated more than once. Some have declared the belief that the common lizard will tend its young; others that the ringed snake of England watches near the spot where she has deposited her eggs—a thing hard to credit. It is very inter esting to notice the wide difference that exists among animals In the mat ter of watching over or of neglecting their eggs and hatched offspring. Take the case of the spiders. Some, after the oggs have been deposited, ap pear to have no further concern with their offspring in embryo. But there are spiders, on the other hand, that 'take a moet lively interest in their eggs and young, and carry them about. At the present time of year a spider called—l know of no English name for it —Lycosa eamprestris, may constantly lie seen among the clods of earth in field or garden lugging about with her a white silk bag, about the size of her own body. She carves ths bag under neath her body, to which is seems to be attached by some viscous matter. I found the other day some difficulty in making her yield possession for a while of this receptacle. She clung to it with the utmost tenacity, and if one lifted the bag one had to lift the spider with it. At length, without injury, the spider and the bag were separated. She thereat began to search for it with eagerness. This she appeared to do not by sight so much as by feel. With her forefeet she seized and ex amined but instantly rejected several things lying about wLich bore no re semblance to the silk bag. Her touch was unerring. I never recognized be fore the full truth of the lines: "The spiders touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line." It was droll to see her seize upon an armadillo wood louse—which at the first sign of danger rolls itself up into a ball—and relinquishing this at once try whether a tiny clod were her lost bag of eggs or not. These creatures do not make webs by which to capture their prey, but atallc it on the ground. The most fa mous spider in this family it the non- Brkish tarantula, which Is also much attached to her egg-ball and her young when they are luirn. Another wolf spider of England, which closely re semble* (he eamprestris in habits, is sailed Lycosa saecata. She, too, car rim about on her person a precious hag of eggs. Bonnet, the French natur alist, to whom sonic of the famous let ters of Huber on bees were addressed, once, to test the affection of this spider for her eggs, put her in a hole where an ant-lion lurked, watchful for prey. The spider tried to esApe, but the ant-lion seized and took away her hag of eggs. The spider gave battle at once to the unit-lion, and struggled desper ately to regain her lost delight.—Lon don Express.
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