I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER.
BY THOMAS HOOD.
fremember, I remember
Tb§ bouse where I was born,
The little window where the sim
game peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day;
But now, I often wian the night
Had borne my breath away.
! remember, I remember
he roses, red and white;
he violets and the lily-cups,
hose flowers made of light!
he lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburnum on hia birthday—
The tree is living yet.
i .-■
Tie Lady of * j
the Red Clover Welch T: J
Under the big oak by the fifteenth
tee Mr. Arthur Glendenning was sit
ting at his case. He was some ten
strokes behind his opponent, Colonel
Bogey, but this did not bother him in
the least, Bogey not being one of those
players who tack their score cords In
conspicuous places on the clubhouse
bulletin board and mention their vic
tories to every one they meet. Nor was
Arthur annoyed by the fact that a hun
gry bunker had swallowed up his ball
—lndeed, he hoped that his caddy's
search for It would go unrewarded yet
a while, for it was restful hero, and,
Incidentally, there was a rather allur
ing picture In the field just across the
leaf-strewn road that ran by the oak.
The picture was that of a girl framed
In red clover. It was a moving picture,
too; that Is, the girl was moving, gath
ering a big bunch of clover blossoms.
Besting against the fence Arthur no
ticed a bicycle.
"That girl Is not a slave to fads, any
how," he commented, lazily, to himself,
"or she would have given up the wheel
for ping-pong. The fact that she is out
here alone Indicates that she posseses
Independence and a mind of her—what!
She's looking at that cow as if she
Were afraid of it!"
If Arthur's imagination had been
vivid enough to have viewed the cow
as the girl viewed it, he would not have
been so surprised thnt the beast should
be causing her to show trepidation. A
few minutes before, when she was sur
mounting the difficulty of the fence in
quest of the clover she had assured
herself that she wasn't a bit afraid of
that cow, and, as a matter of fact, she
had felt brave until the cow had sud
denly raised Its head from the grass
and began to stare. Stares are always
disconcerting. Perhaps the cow re
garded her as an enemy browsing upon
its clover, perhaps as a friend with a
handful of salt. At any rate, it gazed
at her fixedly for a moment, and then
took two stops in her direction. The
girl retreated two steps, returning tlio
cow's stare haughtily. Suddenly the
latter seemed to make up its mind, and
began to advance in a business-like
way, with long, swinging strides.
A delicate, silvery shriek pierced the
afternoon air, and the flight and put*
suit began. In running ability they
were quite evenly matched. The girl
Beared the fence—she gained it—she be
gan to climb. It was a most alluring
picture, and Arthur Glendenning suc
cumbed to a great temptation. He hnd
his weaknesses. One of them had to
do with cameras. The pretty views
on the Fcrndalo links are so many that
in this match with Colonel Bogey he
hnd directed his caddy to bring the in
strument along. At this instant it lay
at his side. He seized it, leveled it; its
eye winked once. Then ho dropped it
hastily behind a log, and was across
the road, all solicitude, just as the fu
gitive fell, a palpitating heap, on the
grass on the safe side of the fence.
"Are you hurt?" he inquired, anx
iously.
"No, no, thank you," she panted, "but
that—that terrible cow!"
Arthur glanced in the direction of the
cow. It did not have a very terrible
aspect, but rather an expression of
mild surprise, and even injury, as if it
were exclaiming to itself: "Dear me,
how very disappointing! Where's my
salt?"
"Bet mo assist you to your feet," said
Arthur, in his best manner, bending
over her. She did not move, but ex
claimed, distrossedly:
"Oh, dear, the fence has torn my
skirt! You haven't such a things as a
pin or two, have you?"
There was a beseeching note in her
voice, and the young man would have
given much to have been able to have
produced a pin, but it was impossible.
He felt of his clothing hopelessly; he
gazed out over the sweeping green of
the links, up at the trees, up at the
canopy of the heavens, but he saw no
pin.
The caddy's curly head just then ap
peared over the edge of the bunker.
"Here, caddy," shouted Arthur, "run
over to the clubhouse and get some
pins, safety pins, nny kind, and get all
they've got in the place. Run! • •
But don't run so fast," he added, "as
to injure your health," for the girl
with the pink glowing beneath the
white of her rounded cheeks, with the
brilliancy of excitement still in her
eyes, and with wayward curlettcs
straggling from out of her mass of
light hair, was certainly n picture
oven more of a picture than she had
seemed to Arthur from a distance—and
he was too appreciative of the artistic
to be willing that such n picture should
pass quickly from hie view.
I remember, I remember
Where X was used to swing;
And thought the air must rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing;
My spirit flew in feathers then,
That is so heavy now,
And summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow.
I remember, I remember
The fir trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky;
It was a childish ignorance.
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from heaven
Than when I was a boy.
"May I sit down here on the grass
and condole with you until the arrival
of the—of the eaddy?" asked Arthur.
"I presume you may sit on the grass.
I don't own It, you know." The ncidlty
of this reply was tempered by a flitting
shadow of a smile.
"At all events," answered Arthur,
sitting down, "you took rather quick
possession of a bit of It just now. But
It was really very rude of that cow to
disturb you. I can't tell you how sorry
I am."
A pair of soft yet penetrating eyes
were studying the young man.
"No, I don't believe you can tell me
how sorry you are," said the pretty
lips beneath the eyes, "and the reason
is thnt you're not sorry at all. You're
having trouble to keep from laughing."
Arthur could no longer restrain the
hilarity that had been welling up be
neath a very thin veneer of polite so
licitude. They laughed together.
"But I must have done with this lev
ity," cried Arthur, suddenly. "I must
bo up and doing. My lady's hat and
flowers still lie within the domain of
the fell beast. I must recover them nt
all hazards. I must face this beast, or
else, 'od's boddlltlns, I were unworthy
the name of knight!"
lie approached the fence, leaped over
and in a moment was bowing low In
the act of laying the trophies at the
lady's feet.
"Marry, now, but you are, forsooth,
a brave knight," she laughed.
"Ah, lady, my life were but a slight
sacrifice In your service, but were I
to crave a boon of you I would plead
that you take from the henp one small
red clover blossom and pin it In my
buttonhole with your own fair hands."
She laughed again. "Methinks you
are a bold knight, too. But for the
sake of the dangers you have passed I
will decorate you. Sir Arthur—when
the pins arrive."
The young man came very near los
ing his knightly pose. "How under
the sun do you happen to know my
name?" he was about to Inquire, but
he perceived, before it was too late,
thnt she had hit upon the name inno
cently, as the usual name for knights.
"May I be allowed to express a sus
picion of you?" he asked.
"I hope I am not a suspicious per
son," she answered, "but whnt Is it?"
"Only that you have been reading
historical novels."
"Worse than that. But it seems to
rue that your mind also is steeped in
the romantic."
"It is. I've just finished being thrilled
by Miss Mary Malvern's book, 'A Court
Cavalier.' The celebrated Miss Mal
vern Is sojourning for the summer in
this vicinity, you know."
"Yes, I know," said tlio girl, hastily,
"and what do you think of her book?"
"Well," replied Arthur, slowly and
judicially, "It Is not bad, not half bad.
Of course, most of tho situations are
impossible, and most of the characters
have no counterpart in tho heavens
above, nor tlio earth beneath, nor the
waters under the enrth, but—on the
whole—the story's clever."
She smoothed a wrinkle In her skirt,
then asked slowly:
"Do you really think there is any
thing clever In it? Whnt, for in
stance?"
Arthur liked this deference to his lit
erary judgment, and he continued,
complacently:
"Well, in the first place, It Is clever
because it was written by so very
young a person. They say she Is only
about twenty or twenty-one. As a mat
ter of fact, however. I suppose she is
nearer thirty. And if she is as young
as is reported, I think her mother
ought to have looked after her better,
because she seems to have had an
amazing amount of experience In af
fairs of tho heart. One cannot write
of these tilings as realistically as she
docs without an intimate knowledge of
them. While many of the situations
nre highly improbable, as I have said,
some of tho love scenes are life itself.
I verily believe that only a veteran co
quette could have described as Mary
Malvern does the manner in which Ei
vlra leads tho gallants 011 and then
flouts them. Yet there Is a distinct del
icacy and charm about it all. This
Miss Malvern must be a most Interest
ing girl. I would give a good deal to
meet her. Do you know, I thought
several times when I was reading the
book thnt I could fall In love with a
girl with a mind like hers. I think we
would be very sympathetic and conge
nial."
"Not really!" exclaimed tho girl on
the grass. Her lips and eyes were
smiling. She seemed to he taking lm
mense interest in his conversation, and
this encouraged Arthur to go on.
"Yes, really. And nnother thing I
like about her Is her ferocity. Why,
when she gets a couple of swashbuck
lers together in a dark alley in old Lon
don she writes about the encounter so
that you can fairly hear their hard
breathing in the struggle. She enjoys
It herself. I'll venture to guess that
Miss Malvern has plenty of grit, and
would stand her ground In the face of
danger."
"You don't think she is afraid of
cows, then?" From under her eye
lashes the girl 011 the grass glanced up
at him with a quizzical look of inquiry.
"Oh, I beg your pardon," laughed
Arthur; "I wasn't thinking of compari
sons. To be afraid of cows is perhaps
more charming than not to be afraid
of them. But, referring again to Miss
Malvern, do you suppose she will
marry, and become more or less com
monplace—it's nn effect matrimony has,
you know—or do you imagine she'll re
main true to literature? Tell me, Just
for the sake of discussion, what yon
think the probabilities are. AB a wom
an, you can, of course, weigh them bet
ter than I can."
''Well, I don't know," said the girl,
thoughtfully. "I don't believe that
marriage need be commonplace, and—
but here come the pins."
Arthur followed her glance, and saw
with displeasure that the plus were, in
deed, arriving. He uttered silent mule
dictions upon the caddy's short, sturdy
legs that were coming over tho green so
rapidly and conscientiously. He busied
himself with the young woman's
bicycle when she was closing the rent
made by tho fence rail, and when he
had reluctantly led the machine out
into the road because she said she posi
tively must be going he remarked, as
suming again his knightly tone:
"If my lady should chance to pass
this way on tho morrow at the same
hour, she will find a knight to tilt a
lance In her protection, if need be,
against the cow, or any other peril."
"The knight has been very kind," sha
smilingly replied, "and I thank him,
and I will say thnt I have enjoyed his
conversation more thnn he can imag
ine, but I could not ask him to risk his
life again for me."
"But is he not to have a name to
dream on, nor any hope of the future?"
"He should bo full of hope for the
future," she called hack, after she had
mounted, "and as for the name, 'the
lady of the red clover' should be a good
name to dream on."
Arthur watched her till her figure
grew small on the road and disap
peared around a turn. That night In
his dark room he rocked a photo
graphic plate to and fro in the develop
ing fluid with great care and much
anxiety, and felt the amateur's glow of
enthusiasm in triple quantity when the
picture began to tnke distinct form be
ncnth iys eyes. First there was a bit
of road, then tho grass, then the fence,
and, finally, rising in triumph on the
uppermost rails, the lady of the red
clover, while behind her peered the
mildly surprised face of a cow and an
expanse of field.
"It is a very well-balanced picture;
tlic composition is nearly perfect,"
murmured Arthur, the amateur photo
grapher, as lie lient over the plate.
"She's a stunning looking girl," mur
mured Arthur, the young man, as ho
held the plate to the light. After ex
pending much time and labor on the
prints lie framed one of the best of
them and gave it the place of honor
among the divinities on his mantel
piece.
"And here's the picture of the girl,"
he remarked to Bob Wilton a night or
ttvo afterward, as he finished the reci
tal of his interesting experience. Bob
glanced at the photograph.
"Wh—at!" he cried, bursting into a
great laugh. "My dear, fellow, pre
pare yourself to boar up beneath a
blow. This lady of the red clover,
with whom you talked about Miss
Mary Malvern, and with whom you
tried to make an appointment for the
next afternoon, Is no less a personage
than Miss Mary Malvern herself."
Bob lost no opportunity to tell the
story at the golf clubhouse. It very
speedily reached the drawing rooms,
and one morning Arthur received a
faintly perfumed letter on a delicately
tinted blue paper.
Its contents were as follows:
"My Dear Sir—lt seems that the
knight is a very modern kind of knight,
who, when be is succoring ladies in dis
tress, takes snapshots of them. Was
the deed quite knightly? Since the
lady of the red clover has no desire to
remain perpetually in distress on a
fence, she must ask that the prints be
surrendered to her and that the plate
be destroyed. Very truly yours,
"MARY MALVERN.
"P. S.—Since the knight's act of de
ception has made his trustworthiness
appear to be a somewhat uncertain
quantity, the lady considers it a wise
precaution to be a spectator to the de
struction of the plate. She will be at
the golf clubhouse, with a mutual
friend, to-morrow afternoon at 4
o'clock."
"But why," asked Arthur, in a tone
of mock complaint, "did you allow me
to go on so foolishly about Miss Malt
veru and her book?"
"Oh. I was not responsible," laughed
Miss Malvern. "It was fate, who had
witnessed the snapshot, helping me to
get even."
"Well, then," said Arthur, "we start
fair. Will you drive first?"
"No; I prefer that you be in the lead.
There may be a cow on the course, you
know."—New York Times.
The National Museum at Belgrade
has come into possession of a collec
tion of OS,OOO Roman copper coins re
cently unearthed near a Servian vil
' Inge. The oldest of them belong to
; the time of Caracalla.
YOUNC i-ADIES, TAKE WARNINC.
Don't Rejoice in a Mouse's Death When
lour Young Man's About.
This incident occurred in Washing
ton not very long ago:
A young man was calling upon the
girl to whom he was engaged. The
couple were sitting on the front steps
of the girl's home, an hour or so be
fore the fall of darkness, when they
noticed the cat attached to the house
hold of the girl's family goiug down the
steps leading to the basement area with
a tiny held mouse in its mouth. The
cnt had caught the mouse in the vacant
lot alongside the house.
Dropping the tiny mouse over in a
corner of the area, the cat proceeded
to torture the little animal after the
accepted feline fashion.
She would permit the mouse to run
away about a yard or so, pretending
thnt she didn't know that there was u
mouse within miles, and then she
would jump out, nail the mouse with
her foot and toss it back to the corner.
Then she would pick the mouse up
in both of her paws, throw it into the
air, and when it came down and
started to run, nail it again. The tiny
mouse would squeeze itself into a
corner and sit up and look at the cat
pitifully, and then the cat would swipe
it out of the corner with her pnw and
step on it, her eyes blazing ecstatically
and her tail swishing. Some natural
historians say thnt there is no animal
so atrociously and gloatingly cruel as
the ordinary, purring, domesticated cat.
"Thnt mouse," said the young fellow
to the girl to whom he was engaged,
"is only a youngster yet. Strikes me
he ought to have a chance for his white
alley."
"Oh, I don't know," said the girl,
who, with her chin in her hands, was
dreamily and fascinatedly regarding
the spectacle of the mouse being tor
tured by the cat.
"Don't you think it horrible to see
the pool- little beggar getting the worst
of it that way?" he asked the girl, with
a slight note of surprise in his tone.
She made no reply, but still with her
chin resting in her hands, gazed calmly
at the cat tossing the diminutive mouse
into the air, and stepping on it, and
dabbing at it with her paws, and pick
ing it up in her mouth and throwing it
down again.
"Mice get into the house," said the
girl, after a while.
"But thnt bind don't," said the young
man, a bit earnestly. "That's a field
mouse, and Held mice don't bother any
body."
The mouse was sitting up in the
area corner, with its tiny foropaws
folded In front in a very pleading at
titude, while the cat gazed with ex
panding eyes at it before beginning to
dab at it again.
"I'm going to give that mouse a run
for it's taw marble," said the young
man, getting up from the steps and
starting down the area steps.
"Let the cat alone," said the girl,
quietly, but never removing her gaze
from the sight of the tortured mouse.
The young man stopped suddenly
and looked up at the girl.
"I want to give the mouse a chance
to get away," he said. "Surely you
don't find enjoyment in watching a
poor little beast getting handled that
way?"
"You don't have to look at it If you
don't want to," said the girl, with a
a certain hardness in her tone. "Let
the cat alone."
The young fellow gazed steadily at
her for half a minute, but she didn't
appear to notice this. She was too In
tent upon the deviltry of the cat.
After twenty minutes of torturing its
prey, in the course of which it broke
the mouse's legs so that the tiny rodent
could only hobble in its efforts to run
away, the cat ate the mouse. The girl
never took her eyes from the cat until
the cat had finished its prey. Then she
gave a sort of satisfied sigh as she
emerged from her fascinated trance.
"Well, the cat has had her supper,"
she said, in a matter-of-fact tone to her
fiance.
"Good-night," he said to her, and ho
tipped his hat to her and walked down
the street without looking back.
This happened two months ago. The
young fellow hasn't called upon her
since. There is going to be no mar
riage.—Washington Star.
!?iiglatid'A Oldest School.
Many a building, public and private,
claims to be the oldest institution in
England, but it seems that the true
claim is that of St. Peter's School,
York. It was, as many contemporary
records prove, in existence and had
gained renown as a famous public
school of the north for some years be
fore 720. There have been some en
thusiastic antiquarians who have been
inclined to believe that this school was
flourishing actually before St. Augus
tine came to Canterbury and raised
that city to its great ecclesiastical posi
tion of later years. And ever since
that date until the present year of
grace 1!)02 the minster school has con
tinued its even course. For the mag
nificent period of 11S2 years at least
this school has existed and flourished.
Its buildings have decayed, fallen and
been restored; the school has several
times been rebuilt owing to this or
that cause, but the "institution" is
still there, and St. Peter's School to
day lias the unique boast of being, in
deed. the oldest institution in England.
—Baltimore Sun.
A Dr. For SlectrlcUnl.
A safety dress for electricians has
been designed by Professor ArtemeilT,
a foreign scientist. It is constructed
entirely o? tine wire gauze, and com
pletely encloses the wearer. A cur
rent of 200 amperes can pass through
Ihe dress from hand to hand for sev
eral seconds without perceptible heat
lug.
in the f|et!oi)3l
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I. Britons Becoming Long-Nosed, Frenchmen Blond and Japanese .
Bearded—Odd Effects of Cold Baths and Beer—Drinkiijg. |*j
q • • " •- •—T-r
ssgjtMllF. circumstances of blood
[fc or food, of early habit or
06 subsequent education,
ft] creating for the races of
*"1 M the world—the highly civ
-ll* vKI nlze<i races—a new phy
slognomy?
To one who believes in the evolution
of racial type by means of natural se
lection an answer in the affirmative
presents no difficulties, says Cham
bers' Journal, but to others—the stu
dent of comparative ethnology, the
acute archaeologist, the thoughtful
traveler—this important matter is as
Urmly settled as that the Chinese has
slanting eyes, the Tartar high cheek
bones and the Spaniard an olive com
plexion. Max Nordau has discussed
the question as regards the French and
Germans, Professor Mantegazza as re
gards the Italians and Dr. Hamilton
and otlierß concerning the actual blend
ing of the multiform racial features of
the American population into a single
type.
The subject has, perhaps, in England
as yet hardly received the attention Its
extreme interest and importance de
serve. Yet every Englishman who Is
at all familiar with the ancient phy
siognomy and the physical aspect and
proportions of his race must be aware
that the new Englishman of the twen
tieth century is not quite the same ani
mal as was the Englishman of the Tu
dor period.
The loyal subject of Edward VI.,
flaxen haired if he were a yeoman and
black haired in towns, would hardly
recognize as his posterity and compa
triots the equally loyal subjects of Ed
ward VII. Indeed, it is not certain that
there has been a special and distinctive
type for each century, and this, if it is
really the case, wouid, of course, not
preclude the recurrence of a former
type at intervals. Among the factors
which have undoubtedly affected the
physique, hair and complexion of the
nineteenth century Englishman hasbeen
the matutinal tub—the widespread prev
alence of the bathing habit. It seems
strange when we reflect that in the
eighteenth century the morning bath,
now regarded as so essential to Eng
lishmen of all classes, was hardly ever
Indulged in, and the cold plunge within
doors a thing practically unknown.
The physiological effects of frequent
bathing nre well known, among them
being a heightened color, sharper feat
ures—that is, a rawboned appearance—
and (UB Dr. Andrew Wilson has lately
pointed out) a thinning of the hair. As
to the latter, it is common knowledge
that in the fifteenth century curly hair
was the rule in England, but whether
the change to lankness is to be ascribed
to the wigs of the seventeenth and
eighteenth centuries, or whether the
wigs themselves were resorted to as a
means of disguising the less hirsute
luxuriance, it would be difficult to de
termine satisfactorily.
Looking abroad we are shown the
Frenchman gradually growing lighter
of hair and complexion, owing to the
greater fecundity of the Norman and
the constant infusion of Swiss and Al
satian blood. The habit of drinking
beer in preference to wine is also said
to be influencing the physique and fa
cial tint of the Gallic race. There can
be no question of a slight Increase of
stature and a more erect carriage
among the males, this resulting from
the same cause which has transformed
the whole race of Germans from round
shouldered, shambling men, with a pro
fusion of adipose tissue, into grim, sin
ewy automatons—namely, the severity
of universal military discipline. But
with the Germans they have to thank
the army for a decrease Instead of an
increase of stature, the height of the
men, as shown by official reports, hav
ing gradually dimiuished since 1851.
Whether the Kaiser's subjects will re
gard this loss as sufficiently atoned for
by the greater size of the Germnn chin,
which is becoming a prominent charac
ter, unknown to the Prussians under
Frederick the Great, Is a matter which
we must leave to the subjects of Will
iam 11. to determine.
The Russian face Is undergoing a pro
nounced change, owing to new blood
and different food, habits and condi
tions of life. But perhaps the most ex
traordinary metamorphosis of all is
taking place under our eyes among two
nmions as widely separated in origin
and history as it is possible for any civ
ilized countries to he America and
Japan. The American physiognomy is
as completely marked as that of any
race under the sun that has, as An
thony Trollope remarked, "bled in and
in for centuries." Yet, as the same
traveler pointed out, the American
owns a more mixed blood than any
other race known. His chief stock is
English, and with this are mingled the
bloods of Ireland, Holland, France,
Germany, Scandinavia, Italy and Sla
vonic Austria.
"All this has been done within a few
years, so that the American may be
said to have no claim to any national
type of face. Nevertheless, no man
has a type of face so clearly national
as the American. The lantern jaws,
the thin, lithe body, the dry face, the
thick hnir and thin lips, the intelligent
eyes, the voice not altogether harsh,
though sharp and nasal—all these traits
nre acknowledged all over the conti
nent of Europe." Yet perhaps Trollope
was mistaken In attributing the forma
tion of this type to "hot air pipes and
dollar worship," although not alto
gether wrong in supporting the Ameri
can countenance to be modified by his
"special aspirations."
Yet it is extraordinary how rapidly
the child of English or European par
ents, born and bred in America, as
sumes these special features. By some
it has been believed that the so-called
American face Is merely a reversion to
the countenance of the aborigines, and
considering how strong the general
likeness is, this theory deserves careful
consideration. On the other hand, how
is it that the Canadians, whose habits
of life differ from their neighbors,
should preserve a more English type of
visage, so that after three or four gen
erations tliey are very readily mistaken
for Englishmen? Here there is cer
tainly no reversion to the aboriginal
type.
In Japan It liaß been observed with'
increasing nstoDlslimeut as almost a
freak of nature that ever since, the
adoption by the Emperor Mutsuhlto,
thirty years ago, of European customs
and costumes the Europeanizatlon of.
the physiognomy of the Japanese has
been growing apace. One of the not
least wonderful results the traveler
will learn from the barbers of Tokio
and Yokohama is the increase in tlio
growth of the heard, and of the lesser
stiffness of the hair, owing to the habit
of wenrlng hats and of brushing and
oiling the hair.
The increase of stature among the
Japanese is very perceptible, and the
substitution of tepid and even cold
water for the hot baths among many
of the people is responsible for an in
creasing floridity of the complexion.
The Rainbow.
When a ray of sunlight falls on a
raindrop it Is refracted; then part of
the light is reflected from the internal
surface and again refracted on leav
ing the drop. The white sunlight is
not only refracted when it enters and
leaves the drop, but dispersion also
takes place. The eye sees bright cir
cles of light for each kind of light, and
since sunlight is made up of different
kinds of homogeneous light we get a
series of circular arcs, showing the
spectrum colors, the red being outside
and the other colors following in the
order of descending wave length. The
whole constitutes a primary
A secondary how is sometimes seen
outside the first. This is formed by
the light being twice reflected inside
the raindrops. The loss refrangible
rays are on the inner side. Rainbows
due to still more internal reflections
are too feeble to he observed. It is
possible to get a white rainbow if the
sun is clouded or if there Is a mixture
of raindrops of very different sizes.
Cameras in War Time.
To France probably belongs the credit
of using the camern for war purposes
in n most satisfactory manner at a
time when it was of tbo utmost impor
tance. When Paris was besieged com
munication with the outside world was
had only by means of balloons and
carrier pigeons. Tlio dispatches sent
by the carrier pigeons wore photo
graphed on small films, which could
be attached to the feathers of tlio 1
birds, and in this way a single bird
could carry thousands of words. Like
wise the aeronauts who hovered over
Paris used the camera for photograph
ing the different positions of the Prus
sians. Those photographs were the
first ever taken of nn invading army
from a balloon. Profiting by this ex
perience the French army and navy
have Increased their carrier pigeon and
balloon service. Several hundred offi
cers In the French army are expert
photographers and every engineering
corps carries with it complete photo
graphic outfits.—Chicago Post,
How to Prove a Diamond'. Worth.
In detecting a false gem from a gen
uine, the X-ray can be relied on with
absolute certainty. Diamonds, as Is
well known, are pure carbon; am]
carbon, which Is opaque to ordinary
light, is transparent to the Roentgen l
light, while glass, which Is transparent
to ordinary light, is opaque to the,,
Roentgen ray. On an X-ray photo
graph of a real diamond nothing will
show hut the shadow of the gold set
ting.
An interesting experiment was made
recently In watching with the aid of an
X-ray machine and a fluoreseope, mo
tions carried on Inside an opaque
body. A goose was fed with food
mixed with snbnitrate of bismuth salt,
which absorbs the X-ray. The passage
of the food down the long neck of the
goose eonld be plainly traced by the
moving shadow cast on the fiuorcscope
screen.—Leslie's .Monthly,
Land Without Newspaper.,*
The overworked and sufferers from
nervous prostration will find a real
haven of rest in Korea. There is no
such thing as a novel or a newspaper
in the land. No regular story writer
is known to have lived there for 1000
years. Education consists in a knowl
edge of the Immortal Chinese classics.
So sacred are printed books to the
Koreans that they cannot be tossed
about or trodden upon without offend
ing the gods.