ORIENTAL SERENADES. BY CLINTON BCOLLARD. The flush has faded from the mountain's brow; Hearken, Zuleika, to my true-love vow!. The evening's violet vesture folds the vale; Hearken, Zuleika, to my true-love tale! There burns the lover's passionate star above; Hearken, Zuleika, hearken unto love! Hose of the fair rose garden, O my Hose, Answer, I pray thee, for my heart's re pose ! Hies on the air the last muezzin call. And khan-ward now the weary pilgrim tfoes. The fountain murmurs; soft the south wind blows; It is love's hour, as every lover knows; I cry to thee; cry thou antophonal, Hose of the fair rose garden, O my Rose! —The Criterion. \ Told in the Dark p 5 * fl The Old Story, With a Thread of ft Crime. w THE clock iu the ball bad cliimcd 2 a. m„ but Janet Kimbolton still lingered by tile dying lire In the great, lonely drawing room, absorbed in the memory of a long-dead past. "Jean!" She started violently. Had she heard It or only dreamed it? Dreamed that stifled, stricken whisper? Only one human being ever called her that, and it was twenty years At that moment the electric light was switched off, and a curt, incisive voice came to her out of the darkness. "Don't scream. You needn't be afraid. I swear not to harm you." Then Janet Kimbolton realized the situation. She had dreamed it, of course—dreamed that whisper. But she was no coward, though her brav ery was of the kind that comes when life lias lost its savor, the bravery that fears nothing because it hopes noth ing. "I am not afraid," she answered, composedly, and waited. For a few moments only the faint tinkle of gems striking against a pol ished surface broke the stillness, for the man was struggling hard for self control. "You are a bravo woman," be said at last, with genuine admiration. "I am not going to take your jewels," he went on; "when I have gone you Will find that they are all here." "Are they not worth the taking?" she questioned, with a touch of the humor that never deserted her. "They're worth just about £10,000," he answered quietly. "That's not much to mo. You see," and his voice took on a certain note of pride, "I am the man they call Dandy Dick." "Oh!" And a little ripple of laughter came to him out of the darkness. "Then I have the honor of conversing with tile most notorious burglar in Christendom—the inan who spirits away the jewels of duchesses—the bonds of stockbrokers—the moneybags of banks, and tlie treasures of princes?" > "You have heard of Carshalton, the 'American; the King of Millionaires, as they call him? Well, I am he." A sudden horror seized her. Was she shut up alone with a madman, and not a raero burglar, as she had been supposing? "Oh, I am not mad," he told her, re assuringly, his quick intuition divin ing her thoughts. "When I am sup posed to be in the Rockies, in Russia, in Italy, I'm here, or in Paris, or Vien na, anywhere there happens to be any thing worth taking." "It's dangerous," she hazarded, at a loss what to say iu a situation so bizarre. Ho laughed joyously. "Dangerous? I live for danger. It's the sap of life. If it weren't for that, I should be a respectable citizen to morrow." She listened, amused, perplexed, Borry. "Of course, I have realized before this that you are what the world calls a gentleman. Why, then, do you do tills horrible tiling?" His face fell, and his voice took on a humbler tone. "May I tell you why?" "Yes," she said, "do. It is all very interesting, and it's a long while since I have been really interested." "And you're not afraid?" he ques tioned. "You have given mo your word," she answered with quiet serenity. "Thank you." In the darkness she could see the flush that dyed the man's face. Then she sat down on the cushioned window seat and a ray of moonlight stealing through a crack in the shut ters fell upon tlie silver-gray of her liair. The man came quite close, and stood looking down at her, then sud denly lie bent and touched licr arm. A curious magnetic thrill seemed to pass through her and she leaped to her feet. "Who are you?" she demanded. "Iu heaven's mime, who are you?" Ho stepped swiftly back, and eon trolling himself by a supreme effort, answered in a dull and measured mon otone: "Dandy Dielc, burglar. Francis Car slinlton, millionaire." There was a short silence, then he began to speak. "I was horn too late. I ought to have come into tills world 200 years ago, tile world of Drake and Frobisher and Raleigh, the world when men lived and dared, not the world of to-day, when they stagnate and exist. The curse of some bygone ancestor was in my blood, the curse of restlessness, of lawlessness, of untamed ambition. From my very babyhood I was a rebel, and rebellion grew on me. I could never lie as others were, could never bear I lie shackles and trammels and Itlie emptiness of civilized l!fo. For lons, long hours I would git and pon der on away out. There were things —the exploration of wild and savage lands, for instance, hut they were for the rich, and I was poor. So the years dragged by and I tiled many things, and my lawlessness grew and grew, and then " "Yes?" She leaned forward, forget ful of the hour, the circumstances, of everything but the quiet, monotonous voice, with its ring of absolute truth, the volte that seemed to be giving her kaleidoscopic glimpses of a strong soul, hopelessly hampered; a soul that had somehow lost its way in time and space, and strayed into a wrong cen tury. "And then—l met a woman and loved her, loved her as such a innn would, but I left her. I was an ele mental person; she the product of an overripe civilization." lie paused, but she sat silent, spell bound. "Finally I took to burglary, because for me it was the one way out. It responded to the two strongest chords In my nature, lawlessness and love of danger. Oh! I don't say it was the best, but it was the second best, and one mostly has to be content with that. I soon became a power, and for twenty years now I have planned and helped to carry out all the most daring rob beries that have startled the social worlds of Europe. For the wealth it brings I care nothing—for the danger and excitement, everything. When I am Carslinlton, I am bored to death. That gives me the stimulus for devis ing new schemes. And the end? Well, I have a plan for that, too." "And the woman?" asked his listener, quietly. There was a just perceptible pause. Then ho said slowly, hesitatingly; "I don't know. Yet to stay meant inevitably to break her heart And she was young. I hope, 1 have always hoped, that she learned to forget. You are a woman—do you think she has for gotten?" "I pray she may have." said Janet Kimliolton softly. "Yet—women do not forget—easily. I could tell you a tale of a woman who tried hard to forget —for twenty years. But she didn't succeed." "Tell me," he whispered. "He had the double curse—ambition and poverty. So he left her. And a week later she came into a fortune. But It was too late. lie had gone, why or where she never knew." "And the end?" queried the burglar huskily. "There Is no end. She is Just going on loving him. That is all." The man turned and moved unstead ily to the door. "Good-by," he said, "your jewels are there." As he stopped outside the street door he turned and taking her hand rever ently in his, kissed it. At the same moment a ray of moonlight fell across his face. "Dick!" lie dropped her hand and fled down the broad, shallow stops. "Too late!" he groaned. "Good-by, little Jean, good-by!" "Come back! Come back!" she sobbed, stretching out her arms to him. lie turned a white and haggard face to her. "I can't." The words floated back to her in a stifled cry as he fled through the square. And she understood. lie had gone back to liis life. She must go back to hers.—New York News. British Columbia. A few mouths ago, the Provincial Government placed an export duty on logs sent from British Columbia to the United States; this applies only to logs cut from Government lands. Lauds in the hands of private owners, or crown-granted lunds, are not affected by this regulation. Nevertheless, the placing of this export duty on logs has increased the number of mills here very considerably, especially shingle mills. One mill cuts 1,250,000 shingles daily. Those are red cedar shingles, and a large portion of the output is shipped to the United States. One of the lumber mills has orders booked that will take eighteen months to till. There is a great lack of men; 5000 or 0000 men could find employ ment in the lumber and shingle mills and in the logging camps. The wages are probably lower and the cost of living higher than in the adjoining State of Washington; still, if men ac customed to lumbering work are out of employment, there Is little doubt they can find it here. Of course, there is a contract-labor law,as In the United States, and it will be impossible for men to make contracts in advance; but no doubt competent lumbermen, able to handle mill machinery or to do good work in the woods, can And employ ment. The destruction of timber in Washington and Oregon by recent tires causes the British Columbians to hope tiiat they may find a larger market than heretofore for their timber in the I States, notwithstanding the export duty. Ills Gluncn IVhs Unfortunate. I A story is told of a certain English I clergyman who had for his curate a tall, cadaverous looking individual. One Sunday, according to custom, the vicar made an appeal for the curate's stipend fund, but, unfortunately glanced over at his co-worker as he concluded with these words: "The col lection will now be taken for that ob ject." HOT* to lintton Your Cont. Most people start buttoning their coats from the top, which is quite the wrong wny, and must more or less pull the cont out of shape. The majority : of women, too, don't know that a new ' coat should always bo worn buttoned | the tlrst few times of wearing, so that | the collar may "set" properly. Tlic main reason why railroads are abandoning use of oil as a dust preventive on their roadbeds appears to be that the roads are now using better ballast that is comparatively dustless. Moreover, many passengers have complained of the bits of greasy mud that have flown into the ears from oiled roadbeds. A summary of the views of electri city derived from the latest experi ments and discoveries Ims been pub lished in the Loudon Electrician. It agrees with the earliest experimenters' theory that electricity is a part of matter, and considers the electron, or electric unit, as a chip from an atom of elementary substance. Professor E. J. McWeeney, of Dub lin, recently demonstrated the distri bution of bacteria. lie selected micro organisms not normally present in the Dublin air, and scattered them with a spray over a refuse heap. lie then placed culture dishes to windward SOO feet away, and some of them sixty feet in the air. After three hours he found that bacteria had been carried on floating particles of dust to every one of the dishes. Electricity is now being used after the manner of the divining rod to dis cover metallic veins underground. Ac cording to some particulars given in an American technical paper, wires are run across the land which is to be surveyed, and the resistance be tween contacts placed at the ends of the wires is measured. A fall of re sistance indicates proximity to a vein. On a certain occasion, it is stated, a resistance of 1)4,000 ohms fell to r0 ohms, and there was found beneath a rich vein of copper. The streets, yards and parks of Now York, on both sides of the East River, contain many ailantus trees, which were first brought from China in the last century. Rut although this tree Is a familiar object to New Yorkers, it contains something which very few recognize, namely, Chinese silkworms. Their cocoons in the winter time re semble strings with stones tied to them hanging from the branches. "Many years ago," says Professor W. E. D. Scott, of Princeton, "an insect collector named Akhurst, received from a friend in China some cocoons of this species of silkworm. lie kept them in his room, but when they hatched out several moths escaped, and they attached themselves to the ailan tus trees, because they felt at home there, and now this silkworm is about as common in New York and Brooklyn as in Its native environment. Montana'* Lost Cabin. A Frenchman came into Helena, Mont., many years ago, bringing with him thousands of dollars' worth of gold dust. He told bis friends that he had found some placer ground richer than any ever worked. The dust he brought down had all been panned out. With sluice-boxes thousands of dollars could be washed out in a day. Of course this news created the great est excitement. Ilis friends prepared to accompany him back, but ere the day for their deparature arrived the Frenchman was taken ill and died. Just before his death he managed to gasp: "Blaekfoot country, two small lakes, cabin between them I built." Now this information was very in definite. There are two Blaekfoot countries. One is the great expanse of forest in which rise the Big Blaek foot River and its tributaries; tlio other was, in those days, the eastern slope of the Rockies, from the Mis souri to the Saskatchewan. The min ers wondered which one lie meant. Party after party was organized to search for the Lost Cabin Mine. Both countries have boon explored again and again. Year alter year lias gono by anil parties are still searching for it, undaunted by the failure of their predecessors, hoping ever that the mor row will reveal to them two little lakes nestling in the depths of the forest, and, between, a rude little cabin, long since In ruins, perhaps, but still the evidence of untold wealth. Switzerland's Tourist Trade. One of the chief industries of Switzerland is the care of pleasure seekers. There are 1271 hotels devoted exclusively to strangers, with 02,333 beds. Twenty of these hotels have more than 300 beds, 3SO have between fifty and 100, 5-10 from twenty to fifty. Lucerne lias 4075 beds, Interlaclion 41-10, Geneva 3430, Davos 2.SIG, ltigl 2034, Zorniatt 1253. etc. Counting the smaller and more modest hotels, thero are 1800 places for strangers iu addi tion to tile 1271 larger Hotels, with 101,- 870 bods. The capital invested is over $110,000,000. The hotels employ 27,000 persons. In 1800, the year of the latest report, there were 2,559,000 arrivals registered at these hotels, which cor responded to between 300,000 and 400,- 000 tourists. It is estimated that thir ty-four per cent, were Germans, twenty per cent. Swiss, seventeen per cent. English, eleven per cent. French and eighteen per cent, of various other nations.—New York Commercial. Unique Motor*. A novel type of storage-battery car. which in English tests has run 100 miles on a single charge, has motors that, when traveling down hill, are re versed anil become generators l'or re storing the battery charge. An inter esting feature of this change of motors into generators is a braking effect that •is usually sutiieioqt- to check the car's speed without applying the mechanical brakes. FLOWERS AMD HOMEY BEES. New TMfcoverlen in lteeiiril tn the ICelae tion of liiseetn and lMnnt Life. Careful study lias revealed the fact that the relation between flowers and bees is more complicated than was ever believed. The eating or gathering of honey is not becaliar to the bee alone, but is indulged in by wasps, hornets, flies, ants, hummingbirds, and other animal species. Probably all of these carry pollen from one blossom to an other and bring about the fertilization so needful to the perpetuation of plant life. The short-billed hummingbirds are found to carry .-.way pollen upon the feathers of the head, while bumble bees and several species of hornets often rival the honey bee in the com pleteness wherewith they rub off pol len from every flower. Recent investigations seem to indi cate that the production of honey is not natural to flowers, but is the result of a pathologic process based on the action of ai. animal ferment intro duced into the base of the petal from the saliva or other secretion of a hoe. The sap of the petal contains a very small amount of sugar, but larger quantities of soluble and insoluble starch. A slight scratch or perfora tion will cause an exudation of this sap, which is not particularly sweet and not at all like honey. But if to this sap be added a ferment, such as ptyalin or yeast, the starch and it may be a small amount of cellulose are converted into glucose aud a saccha rine fluid is the result. The fact seems to be utilized by llic honey bee. On entering a flower lie apparently scratches or abrades the base of the petals near the sap vessels, moistens the raw surface with saliva or other secretion, gathers honey, and flies ou to the next flower. In the ensu ing twenty-four hours a globule of sap forms cn each abrasion in which the starchy elements have undergone a fermentation into sugar. The flavor of the houcy depends part ly on the flower and partly on the fer ment. It is the latter which causes all honey to taste more or lcs3 alike, and which prevents the Western manufacturers from making a good artificial honey out of glucose. They can imitate the color, consistence and even the floral flavor perfectly, but the so-called honey flavor has never yet been obtained- WISE WORDS. A lost opportunity seldom Cuds its way back. To impart happiness is to increase your supply of it. It is better to bo a good imitator thaD a poor originator. Life is worth living a great deal hot ter than most of us live it. Anything you get for nothing us ually is not worth that much. By pinching off many buds a few very large flowers are obtained. Ragged ground and tattered gar ments are both sowed in patches. If you waut to live long,—don't try to live more than one day at a time. The laws of society prevent men at both extremes from showing what they really are. Because a thing is extremely disa greeable does not prove that it is good tor us, although wauy people would have it so. Truth is always a constant factor The grass may wither and the flowei fall from its stem, but God's word re mains the same. It is well to remember in our jitdg ment of others that many persons wilt have become the lowest perhaps started out with the best intentions. When we underestimate the strength of an antagonist we are very apt to he defeated. When we overestimate his strength we defeat ourselves. Be slow in choosing a friend, and slower to change him; courteous to all; intimate with few; slight no man foi his poverty, nor esteem any one for his wealth. All who truly desire and seek it may love God with all their heart and soul, mind and strength, and their neighbors as themselves —this is entire sanetitieation. Never give in to growing old, and you have the secret of keeping young. Hold on to your activities aud to your en thusiasm. Work keeps oue young. Work with hand and heart and brain. Youth is filled with hope, with l'altli in self and in human kind, therefore lie who would be youug must keep the spirit fresh. An act of kindness, a word of sym pathy, may render the whole line of life different from what it would other wise have been. There are crises in many a life when the course it shall take for weal or for woe depends upou a slight influence—almost a single word. How careful, then, should we bo that our influence may at all times be in the right directionl History Itcpeutecl. In the latest Australian mining news, says the London Daily Chronicle, there is an account of the discovery of a val uable golden reef in a curious fashion. A dog out walking with his master, a farmer, chased and caught a kaugaroo. 11l the struggle the ground got torn up, and when the farmer arrived on the scene ills eye detected some exposed specimens of golden quartz. Further search revealed a rich reef, and the farmer's bank balance has been con siderably Increased by his dog's fi£lit with the kangaroo. Thirty years ago a long productive Australiuu gold field was discovered through a short-tem pered settler seizing the nearest stone and throwing it at his dog. Returning good for evil the dog brought the stone back to its muster in its mouth. The man looked at it. It was a lump of quartz thickly studded with gold. 3he Fu UTide of Life, Point of View. When a fellow has spent His last, red cent, The world looks blue—you bet! But—give him a dollar And you'll hear him holler: ,v - "There's life in the old land yet!" —Atlanta Constitution. Precious. Mrs. Ivnickcr—"Mrs. Smith seems very proud of her diamonds." Mi*B. Booker—"Yes, she refers to them as her white coals."—New York Sun. Worth While. She—"l should like to know what good your college education did you?" He—"Well, it taught me to owe a lot of money without being annoyed by It."—Life. The Influence. Jerry—"now do good clothes make a man a gentleman?" Joe —"They make him feel as if he was expected to act like one."—Detroit Free Press. A Promoter of Peclestrmnißin. "So you are going to get an automo bile!" "Yes," answered the man who is always thinking of his health. "The doctor says I must walk more." A Conclusive Objection. "Poverty Is no disgrace," said the young woman with ideas of her own. "No," said Mrs. Cumrox; "it's no disgrace. But it certainly is extremely unfashionable."—Washington Star. Softened Grief. Wilson—"l lost that line silk um brella that I carried in town to day." Mrs. Wilson—"Oh, what a pity!" Wilson—"There is one consolation. It wasn't mine."—Somcrville (Mass.) Journal. Another Advance. She—"So you think the necessities of life are constantly advancing in price? For instance?" He—"AVell, the average fine for 'auto speeding' lias advanced from $lO to S3O within a year."—Puck. Correcting Him. Gabblcton (effusively)—" Why, hello, Grimshaw! Glad to see you're back." Grimshaw (coldly)—" This is my face you are looking at, Gabbleton."—New York Journal. No Caufio For film to Complain. "See here," remarked the guest to the new waiter, "there doesn't seem to be any soup on this menu card." "Oh, no, sir," replied the waiter, nervously, "I didu't spill it at this table —it was the one on tne other side of the room." Cincinnati Commercial Tribune. Satiric. "Don't you think that some people In society are very deficient in man ners?" said the man who had been an noyed by a box party. "Perhaps," answered Miss Cayenne; "but possibly they are not to blame. They have to meet so many customs house inspectors, you know."—Wash ington Star. An Slio Reasoned It. "It is but natural," said Mrs. Van Scailders, "that those who possess wealth should consider themselves the best people." "I don't quite follow you?" "It is an axiom that everything is for the best." "Yes." "And the people with money are the only ones who have a chance to got everything."—Washington Star. A Cheerful Soul. "Hanks always looks 011 the bright side of everything. Do you know what he said when he lost his job the other day?" "I haven't heard."' "He seemed to be quite cheerful over it. 'You see,' he explained, 'I applied for a raise of salary nearly six months ago and didn't get it. Think of how much more I would have had to lose if they'd given me the increase."—Chi cago Becord-Eernld. Ho Dropped the Snbjeet. He was talking to the pessimistic, sharp-tongued damsel. "Have you noticed," he asked, "that, as a general thing, bachelors are wealthier than married men?" "I have," she replied. "llow do you account for it?" he iu qutred. "The poor man marries and the rich one doesn't," she answered. "A man is much more disposed to divide noth ing with a womau than ho is to divide •oinetbina."—Chicago Post. HOLLOW BUILDING BLOCKS. A Saving of Oxie-1li!r<1 lio Material Hero* toloro Uwd, A hov.se of artificial stone blocks, two-thirds of tvhioli are material ami the rest hollow, will soon Ix* built in New Orleans, says the New York Kvenn.u' Post. The mould in which the blocks are built is a simple con trivance. It consists of a foundation provided witli three rectangular vol limns, that may he elevated, whose dimensions are those of the cavities iu the blocks; to the foundation of the mould are hinged its ends and sides, which let it down. When the ends and sides of the mould are in position, it is merely a box; a plate is let down upon the bottom of the mould; then the col umns at the bottom of the mould are elevated through openings in the plate. The mould is then in readiness to re ceive the mixture of sand and Portland cement, which is shoveled into the mould, filling the entire space sur rounding the elevated columns. It is tamped witli great force. After the tamping process, the sides and ends of the mould are let down, the columns are depressed, and the plate on which the materials were poured is lifted out, with the manufactured block resting upon it. The blocks are put out in the air, and in the course of a week they are ready to be used for building. They should not be subjected to too great heat from the sun, and it is necessary to moisten them each day. The great simplicity of the process lies in the fact that sand Is absolutely in compressible, mul tamping secures as complete results as are obtained from the pressing of day in making the finer qualities of bricks, and with very much smaller expenditure of labor. The sand and cement are moistened while being mixed. Cost of Consented Crossings. Allowing for each of these congested crossings a loss of five seconds owing to the blockading of vehicles and tiie jam of pedestrians on the cross walks, there is a loss of (1,025.000 seconds, or a little more than 102 days of ton hours each, says the Chicago Tribune. This, in the working year of 300 days, would mean the aggregate loss forgone person of more than 100 years, or, to the social body, the wearing out of nearly three lives a year in standing waiting for a clear crossing down town. Iteduciug the time to money, the re sults are even more startling. In these throngs that wait for the opening of the crossings are men who are earning nothing nnd men who are producing hundreds of thousands a year. Women nnd children who are not producers are among them in vast numbers, but so are the clerk, the bookkeeper, the gen eral utility man, all of whom make salaries above the normal. Counting tile average of time that goes to waste as wortli S! 001) a year, down town Chi cago every day spends SOOO waiting on closed crossings, to say nothing of the appointments and trains aud business opportunities that are missed by n sou of the delays. * Importance of the Comma. I,ately in a small town in Germany the school inspector arrived on his lour of inspection too soon after his last visit to please the Mayor, who was asked to accompany him. "I should like to know why this ass has come again so soon?" muttered the Mayor to himself, as he put on his hat. The inspector overheard the remark, but pretended to ignore it, and was soon busy examining the pupils in punctuation. The Mayor told him: "We don't trouble about commas and such like here." The inspector told one of the pupils to write on the blackboard, "The May or of Itltzelbuttel says the Inspector is an ass." "Now," he added, "put a comma af ter Itltzelbuttel aud another after In X spcetor." | The pupil did so, nnd it is believed J that the Mayor lias altered his opinion as to the value of commas. Traps a Condor in Tyrol. Last summer, according to the Taeg liehe Rundschau, a Tyrolese shepherd repeatedly saw two large birds of un known species hovering over his flock. Then he missed a sheep, then another, and in a little while four had beou killed by the birds of prey. The shep herd constructed a trap, baited it with the half eaten body of one of the slaughtered sheep, and soon captured one of the marauders. He took it to the museum at Innsbruck, .where it was pronounced to be a young female condor. It measured eight feet from tip to tip of the wings. Though some of the naturalists were inclined to be lieve the bird had flown to Europe from the Andes, one professor stoutlv maintained that such a flight was possible except for sueli a bird as the ™ albatross, which had a spread of wing of thirteen feet and is n fish catcher, nnd that the condor must have escaped from some European menagerie. Few Jiip:mei*e In Am erica. There are comparatively few Japan ese in the United States. There are but 100 in Chicago, nnd many of them are students in various schools. Sev eral merchants and foreign representa tives are here, while from one to a dozen pass through Chicago every day. There is no disposition on the part of the .Taps to emigrate to the United States as the Chinese do. Chicago- Chronicle. A Terrible Tate. An extraordinary story comes Itomc. The police have just discov- ' prod at Dolcedo, near Porto Maurizio, a young woman belonging to a rich fam ily. who for the past three years has been chained and confined in a subter ranean den, with nothing to eat hut. herbs. When discovered the unhappy creature was In a terrible condition and quite unclothed. Two persons have been arrested.
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