CUR LANGUAGE.
Now, wore n man fought in a slouch,
Do you suppose he'd cut up rough—
Or through the mire stoutly plough
And 'scape, nor even cast a slough?
'Another tiling; suppose, although
He pushed his way most bravely through.
Do you suppose he'd have a ehough
Iu case u sudden tempest blough?
Then take a man who would at eight
Go hence to some ideal height—
He could not take a lowly freight—_
The last express had gone that ncight!
His indignation knows no bounds!
Heart-faint, do you suppose he'd swound?
Or do you think he'd work up grounds
On which to have the railroad pround?
Cecil Thome's Masterpiece.
[5 THE ROMANCE OF A PAINTING.
NINETTE'S eyes bespoke an
approaching storm. "A fuir
woman again!" she muttered
(, half audibly as she gathered
up ilie cards impatiently, to throw for
the last time which should decide if
she were right to doubt Cecil's loyalty,
v'eariug to learn the worst, yet deter
mined to know the truth fit any cost,
Ninette, the dark-eyed artist's model,
spread out tho fortune-telling cards on
the pedestal before her, while alio
awsitcd the coming of Cecil Thome,
master of llie studio and of her heart.
'Ah! This is better"—with a smile
of satisfaction—^"why, here Is good
luck again! Perhaps, after all, Cecil
Is true. If I could only understand
their language! But he never speaks
to her iu French. Courage, Ninette!
the last card tells your story. Is it a
fair lady or a dark girl who is loved
by Cecil? Dleu!"
The "fair lady's card" had turned
agniu, and Ninette burst into a fresh
deluge of tears just as the false Cecil
swung open tlie studio door, mid, with
out observing the crouching figure of
Ninette began to whistle a merry air.
"How can you whistle when I nm
so miserable?" said Ninette between
her sobs.
"Why, bless my soul, Ninette, I never
saw you!"
"You have no eyes for me. You
would have seen another if she had
been here."
"Another would not have kept so
sileut, perhaps—and tears, too! Now
this is very tiresome, when I have had
such a turn of good luck. Listen,
Ninette, and dry your tears. My pic
ture "
"Of mo?"
"No, no—tlie groat one, 'The Dawn,'
will lie exhibited. Then if luck comes
our way, as is sure to happen, we can
be—you know what!"
Cecil drew Ninette to liim in affec
tionate eOiraee, too elated with his
own hope of prosperity to question
further tho cause of tears. Ninette's
doubts vanished somewhat as the ten
der avowals of love fell from the lips
of her lover. She could not believe
liim quite false, and yet—why did he
not exhibit her portrait in the Salon?
Could not "Dawn" have black hair as
well as golden? and surely tlie fair
lady was not otherwise more beautiful
than she.
Cecil interrupted the unpleasant rev
erie with, "Ninette, do you know I
believe my love for you lias made me
a better painter! Monsieur ile Thales
was here this morning and said the
warmth and soul of 'The Dawn' were
extraordinary."
The announcement that love for hot
had aided liim in putting warmth and
soul iuto the eyes of another woman
was not very comforting to Ninette,
and she dashed out of tho studio, and
shut herself in lier own little chamber,
which was on tlie ground floor.
"The little vixen!" laughed Cecil. "I
suppose old Gretha gave lier a bad
breakfast this morning. She did not
seem properly pleased with tlie possi
bility of our being soon—Ah, Julia! I
am glad you have come. Tlie picture
Is nearly finished—and such good news!
Do Thales was here tills morning, and
was delighted. Why do you look at
the door—are you afraid of ghosts fol
lowing you in?"
"No, Cecil, hut do you know I have
a strange feeling of fear sometimes
when I see Ninette! She peered at me
to-day as I came tip tho stairs, and her
black eyes looked like those of a
tigress. Cecil, that girl is dangerous!
1 hope she isn't too fond of you; you
know that is easily possible with these
French creatures of impulse."
"Oh, that is just like you women,"
replied lightly that excellent judge of
feminine emotion—"always suspicious
of another woman's love. Well. 1 can
tell you one tiling. Julia. Ninette's love
Is less dangerous than lier hale, al
though I should not like to trifle with
either. But I, who so thoroughly un
derstand Ninette, shall take care that
co danger attends licr love for me."
Ninette had crept from her chamber
mid was listening at the keyhole of the
studio with hot breath and angry eyes.
How tender liis voice! Almost tlie
obly English word Hint Ninette knew
was "dear," and she heard him apply
It to Julia—the fair-haired. Klie felt
she could hurst with jealous passion,
but at tills moment she heard familiar
voices on the steps and several com
rades stood before lier.
"Good morning, Nina!" exclaimed
the foremost on beholding the model,
whom all knew to be a favorite with
Cecil, nml locking his arm familiarly
la hers they entered the studio, fol
lowed by the oiliers.
"Hello, Thornc —just heard of your
luck, my boy! Give us a shake of the
hand, old chap, before you get too high
up In the world to recognize old
friends. Let's linve a holiday now in
celebration. Come out of the studio
after to-morrow you will be too grand
for frivolities."
Julia rose and smiled assent.
"Do, Cecil, you work mueb too hard.
Now, take a lamb led to tlie slaughter-
Has lie the least excuse for laughter?
Or should he sob, as good lambs aughter,
And think him on the long hereaughter?
And should a starving person plead
, Or go to battle for his bread?
Or mining, when you strike a lead.
What portion of the ore is lead'/
Alas! from this theme I must tear,
Tho' you may shed a bitter tear,
And let the muse pall-bcarors bear
The tattered remnants to the rear.
From what I've said no lesson pours
? To useful make your idle hours;
In fact, the subject only bours —
This wondrous spcllingness of ours!
-—Baltimore News.
It will do you good. Good morning,
gentlemen; good-by, Cecil—Ninette!"
Tlie last was an exclamation, not a
greeting.
Ninette was glaring from her dark
eyes, and Julia involuntarily shuddered
as she lifted her rich silken gown and
swept down the stairs.
"Oh, if I knew how to speak French
I Would let that little French demon
know she must not stare at me so In
solently. Poor Ninette! I hope her
love for Cecil will not interfere with
his work, but I am the last person in
the world who ought to blame her for
lovlDg him."
Careless and free as are only the
pleasure loving English artists who al
ternate the study of art with that of
"La Vie" in the Eden of both, Cecil
Thome and his companions made the
cafes in the Latin Quarter of Paris
ring with their merriment until n late
hour, when Cecil returned to his lodg
ing, intoxicated with the thought of
the morrow. He spent a half hour or
so In his studio, and after making a
few tinal arrangements started for his
attic bedroom. As he passed the door
of Ninette's apartments he wondered
if she slept. Then, at a sudden recol
lection of his hopes, and all they meant
to him, ho broke into a merry whistle,
and mounted light-heartedly to his own
door. His hurst of merriment was llie
'last straw.
"To-morrow," she thought, "I will
not forget that I have helped you to
put warmth and soul into her eyes!
You think you shall find fame to-mor
row, and that the falr-lialred, cold
hearted English girl will help you to
rejoice; but you do not know Ninette!"
Springing from her couch she felt for
matches, but could ilnd none. "No
matter," slie said, "I know tlio easel
well. Have I not watched him bond
ing over it as though lie loved the
canvas itself? Dleu! you should have
exhibited Ninette." Noiselessly, vin
dictively, she groped her way along the
dark passage into the stuulo. Not even
a moonbeam to assist her feet over
llic cold stone floor. "Ha—the easel!"
she gave a little cry of pain as her
tender foot eaiuo in contact with the
sharp edge. Then, seizing a wet brush,
with delirious joy she drew it again
and again across the picture, smear
ing beyond recognition every corner of
the canvas. "There!" she said, as she
threw down the brush and started to
leave the studio. "There! Mademois
elle Yellow Ilair—l hate golden hair—
at least, I should hate it if Cecil had
not golden hair."
Tlie thought of Cecil's fair hair,
which she hail so often covered with
ardent kisses, recalled her io a moment
of sudden reproach. What had slie
done? She who pretended to love
Cecil had destroyed the result of a
whole half year's toil and his hope of
fortune, and perhaps—yes, tlmt scltish
"perhaps," swept over her with over
whelming force, and the little criminal
crept back to her chamber, threw her
self upon her coueli, and there re
mained till her restless slumber was
disturbed by tlie sound of Cecil's foot
steps entering the sludio.
She awoke wiili n start. He was
walking toward the easel. She dared
not go (o him: she would wait till the
lirst outburst of his passion bail passed.
For a long time there was absolute
silence in tho stuillo. At last, unable
longer to hear (lie suspense, she tim
idly opened tlie studio door and looked
in. All trace of the defiant insolence
which made her so bewitching had
vanished, and slie paused submissively,
awaiting tlie volley of reproof which
she felt she so richly deserved. In
dead of tills, Cecil smiled at beholding
licr and advanced lo meet licr, and she
felt half afraid.
"Ah, there you are, ma eherie. Come
and see what some villainous hand has
done."
"No, no," answered Ninette, still
questioning his sanity. "I cannot look
upon it. Oil, Cecil, you have driven
me mad with jealousy!"
"Jealousy, ma eherie? What on
envtli are you talking about? Do you
not believe that I love you fondly—
devotedly "
"Stop! You called her 'dear.' Cecil,
answer me this—do you love the fair
Julia who sits for 'The Dawn?' "
"Love her—of course I do—but not
as I love you."
"There, you confess! I will not
share your love with her. I was sorry
I did it. but now I am glad—glad!
You would he famous with her por
trait. and she would be glad with yon.
Is It not so?—you dare not deny It!"
"Why, Ninette, how strangely you
talk! Would slie not be an unnatural
woman not to he glad of her brother's
success?"
"Brother!" almost shrieked Ninette—
"Brother? She is your sister, Cecil!"
"My dear child, do you mean to toll
me yoit have not known that?"
"Why have you uever told me that
before?"
"Why, Ninette, I never dreamed lhat
you did not know it. Every one else
knows it, and you have never spoken
of this before."
"No, I could not bear to speak of
her, and I heard nothing of your talk—
I do not understand your English talk.
And now—ob, Cecil! Cecil! the picture
—the villainous hand "
"Oil, yes! to be sure; I nearly forgot
the picture with your wild talk. I say,
Ninette, what a good thing 'Tlie Dawn'
bad been removed from the easel!"
Ninette burst into a loud laugh.
"Removed? Bay It again, Cecil! It
was removed, and it was not her pic
ture tbat I Oh, what would you
have done?"
Then the painter realized for the first
time what she had iutended to do.
"You little vixen!" he said seriously!
"did you do It, and did you mean to
spoil 'The Dawn?' Ah, black indeed
would have been the dawn for me, my
little madcap! I came In late last
night and packed up 'The Dawn' to
send away, and set this head on the
easel the last thing before leaving the
studio. Ah, Ninette, you are really too
bad!"
But she was not listening. She lenew
how to make her peace with him.—
New York News.
The Beginning of Ostrich Farms.
Fifty years ago the domestication of
tlio ostrich was an idea Ecouted by
most of tlie zoologists who bad given
time and thought to the subject Their
young, it was believed, could not be
raised In a state of captivity. The
great demand for ostrich feathers was
tbeu met by hunting and killlug wild
birds, and there were indications that
the species would soon become extinct.
But, in the early sixties, a French
scientist named Gosse Issued a pamph
let in which he argued that the domes
tication of the ostrich was feasible and
practicable, and not long afterward a
brood of ostriches was reared in the
city of Algiers. Gosse's pamphlet nnd
news of the experiment In Algiers bc
enme familinr to two farmers in Cape
Colony, who determined to undertake
the domestication of ostriches in South
Africa. Beginning with two birds,
which they caught and planed in an ln
closure, In a twelvemonth tlicy had a
brood of eighty, which marked the
birth of a new Industry which has
played n potential part in the develop
ment and commerce of a vast region.
Barge tracts of land in South Africa,
which could not be profitably used for
any other purpose, are now devoted to
this business, and feathers to the value
of $6,000,000, from nearly 400,000 do
mesticated birds, are now annually
sent abroad from Cape Colony'.—Sue
oess.
Cat Heaps Four Stories.
A cat named Troubles, possessed by
Francis Bane, a political worker in the
Eighth Ward, has made numerous
friends. One morning Troubles was
purring on the window sill of the
fourth floor of Its home when It ob
served Kane on the sidewalk below.
Espying its piaster, the feline uttered a
faint "meow" and made the awful
leap. Somersault after somersault it
turned until It landed on terra firma.
The hard asphalt pavement was too
much for the kitten's feet, and Its right
foreleg was broken at the knee. When
Kane noticed what hud happened to
his pet he couldn't conceive that tho
cat had made the frightful leap. He
hurriedly ascended tho stairs to ascer
tain if any of his servants had beeD
cruel enough to throw the ent out of
the window. Upon learning that the
cat had made the jump he carefully
conveyed It to the Jefferson Hospital,
where the feline had its broken limb
put In splints. Since then the cat hgs
been carefully nursed aud foudlcd.-
Fhlladelphia Telegraph.
A llaby Klrd Ten Feet From Tip to Tip.
George L. Stillwell, who has just
returned from a trip to Sunta Barbara
County, luis brought back with him a
young bird of the giant condor family,
the largest species of birds in existence.
The bird was captured after a most
thrilling nnd dangerous experience.
Stillwell nnd a companion scaled n
lofty crag and engaged in a battle
with the mother bird. The parent bird
measured fifteen feet from tip to tip
of Its wings, and both men suffered
many bruises. The young bird has
never learned to fly, and its wings are
not yet strong enough to hear the
weight of Its body. It measures ten
feet from tip to tip and is developing
well in captivity.
The parent of this bird is the only
one of tlie species known to exist in
the State, lis home Is oue of the wild
est spots in Santa Barbara County, a
crag lu the heart of tlie mountains,
fifly-six miles east of Santa Maria
and midway between Bakersflcld and
Santa Barbara.—San Francisco Chron
icle,
An lixpert Talks on
The "Colored Waiters' Chesterfield"
is a book ou the duties aud responsi
bilities of waiters. The author is John
IS. Goins, an old-time Chicago waiter.
"A waiter should never place himself
in the position of expectancy in tho
matter of receiving a tip," says Goins,
"and should avoid approaching a guest
if lie sees him in the act of drawing
change from his pocket. A waiter
should never pose as an object of oily
with a view to securing a tip. If he
deserves a tip, he should let the guest
feel within himself that he deserves it.
Should a waiter receive a tip previous
to waltlug on the guest, he should leave
it lying on the table nnd then do his
level best to earn it. A waiter should
never make any demonstration of grat
itude when receiving a tip beyond a
polite acknowledgment."—New Y'ork
World.
Ctienp Ships.
The United Kingdom builds her war
vessels both more cheaply nnd more
1 rapidly than any other country in the
world, according to the Seoltlsh-Ameri
! can.
<anel © ©
® ® /\elvettt\ire.
Vlien tlie llifle Failed to Work.
THE tellers of tales of bear
hunts aud the strenuous deeds
which often accompany them
will be forced to bow and re
tire gracefully before Herman Wee
don, a newcomer to New York.
"When I was a younger man than I
am to-day," Mr. Weedon said recently,
"my chief delight was in hunting, and
by this I do not mean the so-called,
hunting In which some people indulge,
such as lying in a runway and shoot
ing down an inoffensive small deer.
"Several years ago it was my annual
custom to go to the Rockies to hunt
the grizzly bear, and many a time I
have been In quarters so close that I
never expected to escape with my life.
Some people think it takes uerve for
a man to enter a cage filled with ani
mals that have possibly for some time
been subjected to the more or less
refining inlluence of association with
human beings, but tills Is mere child's
play compared to the attacking of a
grizzly who knows nothing of refine
ment nnd who will not pause to dis
cuss the subject, or who lias no re
gard for the ordinary rules and usages
of polite society.
"I have on my arm tlie sears left by
an animal of this description, and bad
liis life and strength lnsted one second
longer than It did I probably would
not be here now to tell the tale. It
Is the old story of a hunter who is over
confident nnd who grows careless. I
was with a party of friends In the
White River country of Colorado,
which every hunter knows is a veri
table paradise for one who seeks big
game. I had been out during all the
day with but little luck, aud was re
turning to tlie camp tired and foot
sore. When I arrived within a hun
dred yards of the place I was making
my temporary home I suddenly almost
ran into a large grizzly who was nosing
around that neighborhood, probably
attracted by the odor of the cooking
in the camp.
"Perhaps I was overconfident and
careless, or perhaps the reason was
that I came across the brute so sud
denly that I was a bit flurried. How
ever that may be, my aim was bad,
and the bullet went wide of the mark
I bail intended. Instead of striking the
animal in the heart, the bullet suc
ceeded only in lodging in one of his
foreshoulders, breaking tlie hone and
Infuriating the monster beyond human
comprehension. Furious and almost
blinded with rage and pain, the animal
rose and charged toward me. I was
prepared for this, however, and threw
down tlie lever of my rifle lu order to
throw in a fresli cartridge. To my
horror, the magazine failed to work.
For a second it looked as though I
would he an easy victim of the on
rusliiug beast. There was but one
thing to do under the circumstances,
and that was to dodge the brute and
run for my life, as, aside from my
rifle, I had nothing hut a hunting knife
which would have been of absolutely
no effect against a grizzly bear.
"I do not think it took more than
three or four seconds at the outside
for me to reach the clearing where we
had our camp. There was one man in
the camp. He, however, was not a
huntsman, but a young artist who had
come with us for tlie purpose of sketch
ing scenery in that vicinity. Several
limes we bad attempted to induce liim
to join us, but In vain. He always
said that lie preferred to stay in the
camp and sketch, that lie bad no de
sire to kill anything, nnd did not know
how to use a gun, anyhow.
"It eliaueed this young man was In
the camp and started toward me when
he heard tlie shot fired. He picked up
the gun at the time, although he after
ward told me he did not know what
prompted him to do so. Then he saw
me and tlie bear. I saw liim simul
taneously and yelled to him to shoot,
not to mind me, but to take a chance,
as I saw it would lie impossible for me
to reach a weapon and turn with it
before the bear would be upon me.
Tlie fact that the young man followed
my advice Is all that saved the day
for me.
"Tlie animal was almost upon me
before the young man fired. I did
not have time then to notice what
r. pretty shot it was, as I was too busy
rolling over and over down (lie hill
111 ail effort fo regain my feet, or at
least keep out of tlie reach of those
awful claws. The bullet struck the
grizzly square in the heart and down
the hill lie came, roiling and tumbling
behind me; liis huge body lurched
against me and knocked me over as I
was attempting to scramble to my
feet. I thought I was gone, but the
animal was dead before lie reached
me.
"Of course I was grateful to the
artist—any man would be to another
who did 111 m such a favor, hut at Hie
same time it was a little blow to my
pride as a hunter to have the only man
In i lie camp who refused to hunt eoine
to my rescue in this mauncr, and at
the same time have him secure the
credit of killing tlie largest grizzly we
bagged during Hie trip and one of the
largest I have ever seen in all of my
experience."—New York Times.
Struck bv Waterspout.
An accurate description of a water
spout at close range, given In the
Monthly Weather Review: it was the
recent good fortune of Captain Fergus
Ferguson, of the British steamship
Hestia. to run into a well-formed wa
ter-spout while off Cape Hatteras.
When first observed there were several
spouts in process of formation, three
or four hundred yards to the wind
ward. Captain Ferguson immediately
endeavored to change his course
enough to avoid a collision, but was
unsuccessful. Finding tbat tills was
impossible, lie ordered everybody be
low decks, and remained himself to
wateb tlie phenomenon until the spout
was close to the ship, when he also
fled to cover. A deafening roar was
quickly followed by strong gusts and
a sudden shock as the spout struck
amidships and passed over the deck
in the direction of the storm. On com
ing on deck two tarpaulins which had
covered the hatches, as well as a plank
eight feet long and ten inches wide,
were seen high in the air, as was also
a patent log, showing the presence of
a very powerful upward suction. Very
little water was shipped, which seemed
to indicate that the lower section of
the waterspout was made up chiefly
of spray held in shape by the powerful
vortex motion, although the character
istic whirling motion was not noted.
When first seen the waterspout was
incomplete. A portion of cloud dipped
down from the general cloud level of
nbout 2000 feet, while at the same time
a column of water was apparently
rising from the ocean surface just
below. At an elevation of between
200 and 300 feet the ascending water
eolumn and the descending cloud col
umn met. The diameter of the spout
was between forty nnd fifty feet when
it struck the vessel. Withiu the col
umn there "was a dark core, almost
black, with a diameter of two feet."
An examination of the weather map
of the day of occurrence showed that
a centre of barometric depression had
been moving eastwardly, nnd would
have crossed the path of the Hestia,
thus accounting for the rare forma
tion.
Clunjr to Ladgfl Over Abyne.
Three young men of Vienna left ht
daybreak a few days ego for the Eax
Alp, intending to climb over fhe "Cat's
Path" to the "Devil's Own Bathroom,"
the worst of all paths to the peak.
They lost their way and the two best
climbers left the third, named Grubler,
in a spot where he could neither get
forward nor turn back. lie could just
room enough for his feet and a scraggy
pine to bold on by.
While he was waiting for a signal
from his friends, who had the rope
and were lashed together, he suddenly
hoard a noise above him, nnd, Icoklng
up, saw his two friends flying over a
precipice head foremost. He grasped
the tree tightly, and the next moment
his hat was kieked off by one of the
falling men, who disappeared in an
abyss 600 feet deep.
His cries for help were answered af
ter many hours of agony. Those who
lenned over the precipice could not see
him, and they lowered a rope and
shouted to him to tie it around his
waist.
Though the rope was 250 feet long
it did not reach him. Darkness came
on and the expedition had to return
home if it would reach the valley in
safety. Tile lonely man was told to
keep heart until daybreak, when his
rescuers would return.
The next day at 5 a. m. they were
on the spot again, and a master glazier
from Vienna, one Echor, lowered him
self 300 feet to where tlrubler had
lashed himself to his tree, but so cold
and stiff and numbed that he seemed
more dead thau alive. The two, firmly
tied together, were finally drawn up
the precipice.
Grubler's companions were after
ward found at the bottom of the abyss,
every bono in their bodies broken,
their clothes, even to their boots, torn
off by the rocks.—New York World.
A Swim For Life.
Homer Quick, sixteen years old, son
of Charles Quick of Matamoras, just
across the Delaware River from Port
Jervis, bad n thrilling experience. The
river is considerably swollen from
recent rains, and among the matter
that drifted down was an eel rack
that lodged against the middle pier
of the bridge.
The lad tried to recover the rack,
and as bis boat nenred the pier it cap
sized in the turbid waters, aud com
pelled Idm to grasp an iron anchorage
on the abutments. While in this posi
tion young Quick kicked the rack loose
and then threw himself on it, but It
sank with his weight, and lie was
obliged to swim to liis upturned boat,
several yards down stream. He cluug
to the bottom of (lie boat over perilous
rifts until the current forced it near
shore, a mile and a quarter below the
bridge. Then be swam a few feet and
landed, reaching dry land almost ex
hausted.
A Fisherman*. Fight With a Wlinln.
Chased by a huge whale with nothing
but a pair of oars to defend himself,
is the story told by a fisherman, Fred
Campbell, of Mainndleu, Cape Breton.
Mr. Campbell was out In a small
boat. He was not very far from land
when lie noticed a huge sea monster
approaching him. Not wishing to en
counter it. Mr. Campbell bent himself
to tlie oars and tried to get. in shore
before the monster reached liim. The
whale gained on liim. and he soon rec
ognized that his efforts to reach sllore
ahead of his pursuer were futile. His
means of defense were not of much
account, but he made good use of what
was at hand. The monster opened Ills
jaws wide and tried to swallow tlie
boat, man and all. Mr. Campbell
reached over with an oar and for a few
minutes succeeded in keeping tlie
whale away. When it looked as though
Campbell was doomed, a small boat
hove iu sight and its occupants, uotic
ing the man's perilous position, hast
ened to his aid. Tlie then dis
appeared.—Toronto Globe.
ChomUtn in Orrminr.
The number of trained chemists em
ployed lu German factories iu ISSS
was 1700. It lias now 4300. besides an
other 1000 employed abroad. Nine big
dye works have from (wenty to 105
chemists apiece.
The unsuccessful man is generally
the most lavish with advice.
FLOCVERS AND INSECTS,
Why Some TllonHoinn Open at Night and
Others in tlie Day.
There are many interesting things
In nature that we can fully understand
without having to bother with tlie dry
problems that confront the scientists,
and this is one of them, says the Scots
man:
Flowers live by the insects, and the
insects live by the flowers. The nec- _
tar in the heart of the flowers is the
insects' food, and the insects, to get at
it, light on tlie flower and thrust their
proboscis down into it for a sip. In
doing this they bring to the flower on
their legs and feet pollen gathered
from other flowers. Without this pol
len tlie flowers would be without the
fertilization that they must have to
live and continue their kind. So you
see how dependent one is on the other.
There are certain flowers that open
at a certain time of tlie day, aud oth
ers that open only at night. Now this
.Is not the result of chance. These flow
ers depend on certain insects for fer
tilization and they open when those
i particular insects are on the wing.
1 Mowers sometimes act as if they
were endowed with human intelligence.
Cut a spray of laurel from outside and
j put it into water in your house. Now
I you will find that the flowers will last
I longer In the house than Ihosc on the
! bush fitom which you cut them. It
| seems almost incredible, hut it Is true,
that these flowers last because they
are waiting for the visits of the insects
on which they deppnd for fertilization,
and from which they have been sep
arated by your bringing them Into the
house.
Some tropical orchids last longer In
our hothouses than they do in their
natural state for the same reason—they
are waiting for natural fertilization.
WISE WORDS.
They talk most who have the least
to say.—Trior.
Great talkers are not great doers.—
French proverb.
Without consistency there is no more
strength.—Owen.
It is better to wear out than to rust
out.—Cumberland.
Nothing is so liard but search will
fliul It out.—llerrick.
The worth of a thing is what It will
bring.—Portuguese proverb.
Sloth makes all things difficult, but
Industry all things easy.—Franklin.
F'riendship has a power to soothe af
fliction in her darkest hour.—ld. Kirk
White.
Beauty Is the flrst present nature
gives to women and the flrst it takes
away.—Mere.
Tile small fidelities of life aeumulate
lo great changes, until at last tho faith-
I ful soul is horn again.—Lawrence I*.
Jacks.
Since we are set here so fast in the J
midst of duty that we cannot escape if '
we would, we must find away, even
If we cannot find beauty in duty, to
bring beauty out of it.—Henry Wilder
Foote.
Beautiful Is the good man's regnrd
for all other members of the great
human family, when nothing that is
human Is alien to his heart, when the
sight of the weak, the ignorant, and
the poor reminds him that we are nil
of one primal nature, and that the law
of kindness Is the supreme law foi
man.—Nicholas I\ Gllman.
••Precisely as Advertised."
Soon after one of the largest Amer
ican railways had been opened a trav
eler noticed a marked disregard for
punctuality on the part of the oflicials,
but he was Interested in 1 lie country
and made 110 complaint. At last tho tor
minus was reached. There he met ]
a beaming official of the company.
who, pulling out Ills watch, said:
"Just look and see what time you
make it, will you, please?"
"It wonts ten minutes to 1," said the
traveler, a llltlo puzzled.
"Yes, sir. 12.50 exactly! And that's
(lie hour she's timed to arrive! How's
that for promptness? Crossing the con
tinent almost 3000 miles, and getting
here at 12.50 o'clock, precisely as ad
vertised."
"I can't deny that, you know," said
the traveler; "how many days were
yon late?"
"Oh. two or three, perhaps: hilt wo
struck the Coast at 12.50!" New York
Times.
T'rom Norway in a Coftln.
Mrs. Hatina I.ind. eighty years old
and paralyzed, arrived at Tacoma.
Wash., from the interior of Norway ,
ill a coffin-shaped bo::, wblch wa>jJ
padded and otherwise arranged
make her trip comfortable.
Her sou. Henry Bind, went to Nor
way two months ago to visit his birth
place. He there decided to bring his
mother home with him to Ballard,
where she will pass the remainder
of her days. As she could not travel
in the ordinary way lie hit upon the
plan of making a Norwegian coffin
serve as a conveyance in which she
could bo carried aboard trains aud
steamers. 111 London this arrangement
attracted much attention. Bind re
mained by his mother's side day and
night during the trip of seven thou
sand lnlleß, personally feeding her at
every meal.—Now York World.
A Fog Horn Twelve Feel T.ong.
A fog horn twelve feet long and 1
four feet across tlie mouth is to be
placed on a cliff on the St. Lawrence
River. The sound will be a deep l'oar.
followed by a shriek every two min
utes, and will lie produced by sirens
and compressed air. The horn is to
be mounted 011 a revolving track, so
that the sound may he directed to any
point.