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HOLY INNOCENT YOlXERS. WHERE! Where will tlila worn wanderer' Last rating placo bar Uoath the palm of the south Where toe linden spread free? Will It be In the deceit, Entombed by strong hand, Or on the sea's coast, In the moist, yielding saodsf No matter. Ood's heaven Above me will spread; Bis stars, as duath's tapers, Will light my low tad. Laura Garland Cut. rose also ana answered: "Toll are euite right if there were no prosy side to life, we should not appreciate the Eoetry of it" and then, after a moment's esitation, added: "I am a foreigner, and do not understand your rules of conduct, but would it be very casual of me to suggest that, as I also must live, and with that object in view must also lunch, we should lunch together, as you are alone?" "Why, of course why shouldn't we?" and then she added, a look of perplexed Inquiry coming over her brows, "I don't know quite who is going to introduce us to one another, Mr.

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Nsw Youk, N. Y. -For sale la soc. and Sl.oo Bottles, by all Leading DraggUts. Dy heart, witn a capital of 00, which he invested In a dory, he ha amassed a fortune estimated at $50,000.

For five years he lived in a shanty, expending but $8 a year for food. His clothes he wore to shreds, and his fuel he picked up on the beach. During that time he saved $42S, with whloh he bought his present home. Here for thirty out of thirty-five years it cost him but $25 annually for the necessities of life, while his earnings, he invested in real estate. The property purchased by him lies along the water front, and at that time was at the mercy of the sea, which cast its huge waves far inshore during a gale.

Zob immediately began the laborious work of building a breakwater, or rather a seawall. Tljia he did alone and unassisted. It is of stone, fully COO feet in length and five feet in height The work was all done by hand, the big stones being carted in a home made wheelbarrow and consuming a year's time. After this job had been completed Zeb began the erection of his first tenement house. With a pickax, a spade and a wheelbarrow he excavated for the cellar, using the dirt to fill in the hole back of the seawall.

He walled up the cellar with stone and then secured carpenters, to build a house. This cost him $700. The painting and papering he did himself. As soon as this one was completed he began work upon a second. He continued his labor, ana now has ten houses, side by side, all built the same way.

Each of these houses brings him a monthly rental of $7, and they are all occupied. But he has not neglected his fishing during this time. He has 'made from PRACTICAL JOKES PLAYED ON MEXi CAN ALL FOOL8' DAV. Wiry runny Editor, Who Can "Fake" to Their Heart' Content Buffo Baadlts and Hake Seller Highwaymen Prank Costly and Tronbleeomo. i Kexican would (never be charged with crime of practical 1okins In fact nn crom nu arroearanca the nvnrnrm American would think more than twice before he tampered, jokingly, with the quiet wgnlty and solemnity, two characteristically intuitive qualities of the Mexican Don, owing to the la tier's readi ness witn ine revolver and dexterity with the stiletto.

I Tet on occasion the Mexicans, from the roue uxiaiing Doy to tne white haired Don and the dark eyed Senorita to the bid wrinkled Senbra, are the greatest of all practical jokers. It becomes a sort of mania with them, as it did with their ancestors Hundreds of years ago, I Deo. 28. the anniversary of thn slaucrh. ter of the Holy Innocents, as the babes rwho were killed by King Herod on the birth of Christ are known, is the day of an oiners in jnexico.

xne arrival Siesta de los Santos Inocentes anxiously looked for every year, and When it comes it is observcu without Btdnt, The exact origin of this peculiar day as one devoted to practical joking nas oeen lost, so ancient is tne custoi Spain. I The fact that it is spoken of as the day of Holy Innocents seems to have inspired the Spaniards with the idea of making innocents or tools or one another and any one else that can possibly be victimized. Ever since this happy thought occurred to some ingenious Spaniard some time in the Fourteenth century the day has been duly recognized. BOGUS NEWSPAPER SCARES. I The ways of celebrating it are, of course, many and varied.

Mexico offers a particularly fertile field in this peculiar pastime, owing 10 me eruptive tendency oi tne government and people. country in which a citizen inquires of lite neighbor the first thing each day, "Who is president this morning?" naturally affords an ingenious practical joker aDiuiuant material lor unlimited pranks. 1 The newspapers are the leaders in recognizing the day after the popular form. All sorts of bogus stories are artfully written so as to create immense excitement, yet the circumstantial facts are so related that suspicion is seldom aroused. High government officials are generally assassinated (in print) and robberies com mitted of great magnitude.

On one occasion a gold mine of fabulous wealth and extent was discovered four miles out of the City of Mexico, and tne same day two-tnirds or the popula tion of the town had forsaken their homes to hunt for the mythical bonanza. Another favorite mode of paying court to the Holy Innocents is to frighten the population of a small village some miles out from the capital by publishing alarming stories of a threatened raid by bands cf bloodthirsty Indians and bandits. Mounted couriers in the employ of the aounuant supplies ot tne newspapers, and, dashing at full speed into the doomed town, throw tho residents into a panic by reading from the public squares the horrible fate that awaits them. In a few minutes the whole place is in a terrible state of commotion, and in another hour the town is com pletely deserted. Every one takes to tne nign road and makes the best time possible to the larger city and safety.

When tho hoax is discovered, no mat ter what the cost to the victims, no trouble ever ensues. Tney pack up then-goods, collect their families and return in high good humor to their homes, thankful that they have them to go to, and promising one another that they will not allow themselves to be fooled next year. 1 Yet when next year does come and with it the terrible news that yellow fever or some other deadly scourge is raging in the vicinity, threatening to depopulate tne whole town by its ravages, tho people forget the resolutions formulated the previous year. Provisions are hastily packed and safety is sought in the nearby hills and mountains. In one instance, six families lived in the open air for ten days before tne joke perpetrated upon them was discovered.

THE BULL FIGHT SELL. Pranks at the expense of private indi viduals are the commonest mode of celebrating the day. It is no uncommon thing for a wealthy old Don walking in a secluded portion of the town to find himself suddenly confronted by two masked marauders, with revolvers in their hands and knives in their belts, who command him to rive up his valu ables quietly o'r they will take his life and valuables both. The next day he is Dot greatly surprised when he receives jhis valuables, accompanied by a cask of wine and a neat little note, stating tnat be was merely made a temporary sacrifice to Kins Herod, On one occasion notices in all the daily papers in the City of Mexico an nounced tnat a grand Dun ngnt would occur on the afternoon of Dec. 28, and that, as the admittance to the amphi theatre on this occasion would cost nothing, every one was cautioned to be on hand early.

Long before midday the people were pouring into the immense building in xiordes. Although the first encounter was not to take place until 2 o'clock, the building was jammed to its utmost by 1 o'clock. The great assemblage waited patiently for almost two hours, and then anxious queries about the matadors and their victims were made. I After another two hours' wait it begm to dawn on part of the audience that ihey had been made victims to the popular day. In small parcels they lets the jbuilding, but it was long after nightfall fcefore the place was empty.

New York Journal. I A Coffee Growor's Advice. 3 Tho writer has spent at least the better part of his life growing and curing tea end coffee, and liowever wanting he may in giving expression to his ideas, he is surely in a position to advise the general reader on a subject with which he is well acquainted. First, then, deal with reliable people; and, secondly, buy what they consider the purest and th most carefully prepared tea and coffee they oan supply you with, without demanding the same at a price at which you know yourself first class produce cannot be imported, i If it should please you to take this little piece of advice, you will find that, in the end, it will not prove in any way extravagant, and it may add a year of two to tho length of your days. Table A HERMIT FISHERMAN.

He Lived on 8 a Tear and Bus Accumulated a Goodly Fortune "Zob, the hermit fisherman," lives in a filthy hovel down near the ocean in the town of Stonington. Ho wears the old time fisherman costume of blue overalls, jacket and skull cap to match. He, too, was disappointed in love, and took to fishing in solitude for a livelihood. He next courted the Bible, and can repeat it (KB -Genegis through, to. Revelations acts, so that regular habits may be bis Warranted to color mora good than any other dyes ever mode, and to give more brilliant aneV durable colors.

Ask for the Diamond, and taka no A Dress Dyed A Coat Colored FOR IO vumwiiia neueweu CENTS a L-niia can use mem i Unequalled for all Fanoy and Art Work At druggists and Merchant. Dye Book: free. WELLS, RICHARDSON C0 unhurt. Vt, oianT Know ine, so Itaagffielhaf tBeTS are lota more people In my fix. A few days after I happened to past tha Brinsmeade residence and I saw Mrs B.

seated in a wicker rocking chair on tho veranda reading a magazine. I thought I would stop long enough to to move any impression she mkbt that I was an unmannerly tort of iudi vidual, so I said cheerfully: "Lovely day we're having after the) long spell of wet weather." She looked at me for a moment wi til calm disapproval in her eyes, and i saw at once that she was very much onendecl with me, I thought I could retrieve lost ground, so I plunged on, feeling very uncomfortable. "1 suppose you are reading Mr. How-ells' story. You always were very fond ofHowells." There was more of surprise than rSs-' approval in her glance this time.

After a moment's hesitation she said: "Yes, I am very fond of Mr. Howella writings, but this ia The Century Magazine. I believe he writes only lor Harper's." "Oh, that's so. I had forgotten about that. By the way, Kennan is writing some bright articles on Russia just "Yes?" "Yes.

Ha made quite a strike drJ those articles." A solemn pause. i "Curious that fashion we have of tab ingoff our hats after well, to -a lady you know, after she has after she's gone by, isn't it." don't know, I'm sure. I neve no Heed It." "Well, naturally you wouldn't because you know, you'd have gone by" I knew I was talking like a gimnprintw idiot, but I couldn't stop myself. "That's what I was saying. The lady never knows you take off your hat be cause unless she turns round and they don't generally ah turn round, yott know.

Then, of course, how is she to know you do take off your hat? I think? that; very often they ah dont know, you know. Sometimes they think they sometimes think that a person doesn't recognize that is, doesn't take off hi hat when he does after they've gone By this time Mrs. Brinsmeade wast looking at me with both fear and astonishment. If I could have 6liaken myself clear of the front gate I tliink I would have bolted down the street, but I clung to it with a sort of despairing helplessness, always hoping to retrieve myself, -and always getting deeper into the difficulty. "For instance, I recognized you th other day on Woodward avenue." "I am surprised to hear it," "Well, yes, I suppose you are.

Most people are surprised when they hear I recognize anybody, but I I am not very good at knowing people, but I would always recognize you. Yes; the trouble is that I am a very poor driver very poor, indeed and it takes most of my attention looking after the horse and trying to persuade him to go where I vAxnt to go. So I sometimes pass people on tho street without knowing who they are. I've run over some of my best friends through trying to recogniiv somebody else. It costs me more every year to pay for those I run ovei than to keep the horse." At this moment the front door opened and a lady came out.

The moment I saw her 1 wondered how I could have) been- so stupid as to mistake anybody else for Mrs. Brinsmeade. "Why, how do you dor she said with that kindly smile of hers. "Let me introduce vou to my sister, Miss Beacon-street, of Boston. Gertrude, this is Mr.

Sharp, a friend of ours. Gerty just arrived today on her first visit to Detroit. Luke Sharp in Detroit Free Press. The Western Bullet. Sonje years ago Wyatt Earp was a law unto himself, and his revolvers were his executioners.

When his brother was city marshal of Tombstone, A. Wyatt kept him company, partly for fun and partly for profit and glory. After th big battle with the McClowrys, in which the Earps killed seven or eight men, the latter spent most or then time dodging bullets. Friends of the dead men had sworn vengeance, and it was not long before they had it. One night Morgan Earp, still another brother, was assassinated in a saloon ia Tombstone.

No. one saw the' murderer, the bullet coming through the window, but Wyatt made up his mind that the culprit was Frank Stillman. The next morning Stillman took breakfast at 9 o'clock in Tucson, some ninety milea away. The second morning after the) tragedy Wyatt Earp, Doo Halliday, Texas Jack, and two or three others rod into Tucson. Stillman was found at the depot, where he was preparing to take at train.

The pursuers opened Ere as sooa as they saw nim, and in two minutes her had twenty bullets in him. At the inquest the fact thatStillman had appeared in Tucson the morning after the killing: of Earp was urged as a proof that te could not have been the murderer, but Wyatt held that a ride of ninety miles la twelve hours at night was nothing for frontiersman who had an Earp after him, and was able as Stillman was to ges of horses. This struck th jury forcibly, and the killing was set down a a justifiable honmwio, San Francises! Dispatch MY FIRST LOVE. "What an old, worn out title!" I fancy I hear somebody saying, as he or she turns the leaf and reads tho heading of my idyl. Old, I grant you, sir or madam, but worn out never! Do you aav.

no rnu mapti tha hnnrlrpfith fnna in a crowd, "What an old, worn out pat- ternl" No; for though the fuces possess the same features, those features indi vidually and their arrangement are ever varied, even to the millionth face. So it is with tho story of "My First Love:" there are features In it which you will doubtless recognize as having formed Eart of your day dream, gentle reader ut as you turn the lost leaf of the narrative I believe you will feel with i''t that none save 'this old, pure, swett phrase has any right to head these lines. I am an Englishman, brought up in all the traditions of an old Tory family by a dear mother God rest her soul of whom her friends used to say; "Ah! but she is of the old school." Very stiff and ceremonious, very punctilious and very polite, but every action fraught with an old world purity and courtesy that made one think of the pictures of Sir Godfrey and of tne perfumes or dried lavender. Man, says Herbert Spencer, is formed by his environment, and my environment was my mother, a woman of the world, mark you, aux bouts des ongles. You must not imagine that I was brought up to man's estate in ignorance of the foul gasep of the valley and marsh while breathing the pure air of the mountain top.

The only effect visible of the tender influences which guarded my life till I was four-and-twenty was a certain reserve of manner and a more than ordinary "English" horror of anything approaching to "bad form." I tell you all this to show you once more how love laughs at prejudices and calmly ignores preconceived ideas. My mother died with the tulips of 1880, and somt of the fellows at the club persuaded me to come to America, and furthermore, with a view to a thorough distraction of my thoughts, prevailed upon me to give a scries of readings in the States of my own and other verses. I have coquetted a little with the muse, and, as would be the case with most young poets or rather rhymesters1 the thought of presenting my work viva voce to the people of the United States caused a strange thrill of delight. I communicated, therefore, with Maj. Pond, and in the early autumn of 18 I sailed for the States, and commenced a tour which, I am happy to say, was not unsuccessful The following June found me in Denver, and I put up at the Grand Canon hotel for a week, during which time I gave a couple of readings and rested amid the gorgeous scenery of the state.

The third day after my arrival I had come down as usual to take my matutinal coffee in the public dining room, and was hardly seated when a lady, whom candor compels me to describe as "an old lady," came into the room, accompanied a young girl. They took then- seats exactly opposite to me. A young girl, did I Bay? Say, she was hardly moi than a child 17 or 18, maybe and her face traced itself upon my soul in a manner which is ineffaceable. It was a round face, with just that slight 6quareriess of jaw which promised to give to it a wonderful strength of personality as years went on. Her coloring was perfect, faintly flushed with the dawn of womanhood, with white tempk3 and throat, and a high, pale forehead, the whole rranied in a careless torrent of hair like to liquid gold.

A of great wandering, out withal fearless, blue eyes, a finely modeled nose, the least bit tip tilted. and a mouth like those of the cherubs in Raphael's "Madonna" in theSistine chapel. She was a little L-irl, and her figure was just taking unto itself the sweet sinuous curves of womanhood. which showed themselves as she moved to her seat with all the untaiurht. un conscious grace of perfect and healthy development, uur eyes met as she sat down.

She looked at me with a full, frank gaze in which there was an unde fined somethinsr of half recognition she had evidently known somo one who resembled me and then, having satisned herself of my non-identity, she turned her attention to the older lady and their respective breakfasts. A moment afterwards I rose ar.d left the room. During the next two or three days we met periodically, in the dining room, in the corridors, in the elevator or on the streets of Denver, and we always tlirew ono another in passing that glance which, though apparently absolutely ex- i pressionless, seems to say: "If we knew one another we should be friends." Have you never seen people in the streets, in theatres, in ball rooms, concerning whom, as your eyes meet for a fractional part of a second, you have said this to yourself almost uncon-; sciously? I have, and I always regret these unknown friends of mine, but 1 1 never felt it more strongly than I did with regard to tins golden haired child whom I met 'way out in Denver, Colo, The last morninz of my stay in the city arrived, and I was sitting alone in my room up stairs, jotting down on a scrap of music paper th chords of an ac companiment to a little song that I had written tor a mend Baltimore. My task finished, I went down 6tairs to the parlor, where there was a piano, to try their effect, and, finding tho room apparently empty, I seated myself on the music stool. As I opened the piano I heard a rustle, and turning round I saw my little unknown friend sitting in a low arm chair in the embrasure of a window, her great blue eyes fixed upon me in fearless curiosity.

I rose instinctively and said: "Shall I be disuirbinz vou; mademoi selle, if I play over a few chords?" "Uh, no, she said. "Please go on." As I turned to the keyboard she added: "Will mv presence disturb vou? Shnll go away?" no means." 1 hastened to reolv: "on me contrary, Indeed, I shall take the liberty, if you will allow me. of ask ing your opinion on a little melody that I want to run over." She looked out of the window for a moment, and then turning her eyes full upon me once more, sho remarked: "I came down here because I was so lonesome up stairs. Auntie has gone out on business, and some friends I expected to call and take me for a drive Laven't arrived." "Is it possible?" was my rejoinder, and ten minutes wo wero the greatest friends in the world. We sat in the drawing room of tho Grand Canon hotel for nearly an.

hour, chatting gayly of America and Ewrland and of our hobbies and ourselves. At the end of that time she rose and said: "Well, it's a humiliating necessity, but must eat to keen alive, and if vou will I "Neol," said "Ronal Noal, at the service of Madomoisclle 7' "Tressahar Pauline Tressahar," said sue. "tiet me give you a card. She fumbled for her card case and I for mine, and standing in the doorway of the hotel parlor we gravely exchanged cards and bowed formally to one an other. I've in Nashville, she said, an it you ever come there it will give papa CoL Euclid Tressjihar very great pleasure if you will come and see us you will come, won't you?" I assured her that I would, -and we w8nt down to lunch.

The head- waiter ave me a menu and a check, and I or-ered a tiny little meal vith some care, during which operation she wfitched me with a nervous, perplexed look which I perfectly well understood, but whieh for the life of me I couldn't see any way of soften- mg unless I tola the head waiter to give me two checks and filled up one for her and one for myself, which would have been foolish to my English ideas. As we finished our microscopic repast, however, she said in the most matter-of-fact tone to the waiter: "The check, please." The obsequious Italian brought it to me naturally and she looked up and said And mine. too. waiter. "They are both together, modome.

"Oh! but no I want" she began. "Really," said feeling very uncomfortable, "it is such an absolute nothing that it would be simpler, and would give meapleas'dre into the bargain, if you would allow me to sign this, Miss Tressahar." "Certain-ly not," she replied, blushing, though her tone was quite decided; "will you hand it to me for a moment?" I did so and she gravely calculated what her share of our lunch had been, and then producing her purse she counted out the exact amount in silver and handed it over to me with the check. "Now," said she, "if you will sign it it will be all right," I did so without a word, fascinated, but withal feeling a little "mean," and then the child, laying a quarter down beside her plate for the waiter, said: "Now, let's go back to the parlor for a few minutes and then I must go out." Wo went up stairs again and sat for half an hour or so, talking of quite serious matters, and then we bade one another farewell, mutually expressing a hope that in truth it might be not "good-by," but "au revoir." She was leaving Denver in an hour's time; 1 also was leaving the same evening. And thus we parted. Up stairs in my room I had a somewhat battered copy of my last volume of poems.

I put a pen through my name on tho fly leaf and wrote thereon a little inscription in verse expressive of the pleasure 1 took in transferring to her the possession of Che volume, end so I sent it down to her by a servant and betook myself to my packing. I was thus em- iloyed, talking tho while to a friend who lad dropped in to say "gootl-hy," when a bell boy brought up a crimson rose upon a salver from tha oflice. "Miss Tressahar has just left, sir, and sends this, with her compliments; sho has received the book and ia much obliged, and gays she will write to thank you from I laid the rose reverently between the leaves of my Dible and put it into my valise. A week later I was on a ranch at Los Angeles, Cal. and the post brought me one day a letter of four pages in a pretty Italian handwriting it was from Pauline.

She had received my book just before the left Denver and hoped I had received her rose. She had read my verses and was pleased to say that she liked them that they touched; her. Some cf them, written in a cynirtil, despiirihg 6train, she criticised and regretted. Sho honed that some day I should meet some one who would niako me think better of life and cure me of my love of solitude. She commended my body to happiness, and my soul to God, and remained ever, very sincerely my friend, Pauline Tressahar.

P. S. Sho hoped I would not frget my promise and come to Nashville. Yesterday only yesterday a friend Bent me a Nashville paper containing an article concerning myself; almost alongside of the criticism on my poems, in a dolunin headed "Personal Intelligence," there appeared as an item of local interest the announcement of the engagement cf "the beautiful daughter of our esteemed, fellow citizen, Col. Euclid Tressahar," to the son of some equally esteemed inhabitant of Nashville, Tenn.

I cut out the article on myself and my poems with tho paragraph attached to its side and, folding it up small, opened my Bible to place it with Pauline's gift. Tho leaves of the book were perfumed by tho 6weet dry petals the Boul that still lived of her crimson rose. And on the page whero it had lain there was a little crimson stain 1 had pressed it upon tho verse of St. Paul's Epistle to tho brethren at Philippi: "Whatsoever tilings are true, whatsoever things- are honest, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of goodjeport, if there bo any virtue, think on these things." Edward Heron Allen in Philadelphia Times; Jones' Scheme. Brown Jones is not so miserly as I thought he was.

Green No? B. No; I see he has gone to the expense of moving out of one of his houses into another. G. Ay, but do you know the reason? Gi The house he has gone into has an electric light before the door. He moved to save gas bills.

Courier. Quits Impossible. What is this wild talk which Is now disfiguring some of our esteemed contemporaries as to a surplus of Kentucky women? There aro man thinm of which can bo too much, and many persons afflicted with superfluity, but how there can be too many of the glorious women of Kentucky we do not affect to understand. Nor do we understand how any of them of marriageable age can remain unmarried save from choice or freakish-ness. New York Sun.

Fashion's Change. Lightpurae My dear, I see that in London the 0 o'clock tea has been succeeded by 4 o'clock. Couldnt you advance a step further and have your o'clock at Mrs. L. I've been thinking of it Mr.

L. I wish you would. Three o'clock is so soon after lunch that folks can't eat much, you know. Philadelphia Record. Cherry county, with an area larger than several eastern states, hasn't a practicing physician within its borders.

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$1 six fijr r. Prepared only by WELia, UicnAKSeoN 4 Burlington, Vt. Fer the Ajed, Karvous. Bebilitated. THE IDEAL WOMAN.

Evss a dork pair, cheeks as roses; Pearls her' teeth are. fair ber nose is. Vlif she laugheto, thunders laugh-too; 'When she frowneth, rainbows have to. When slio glanceth. all the stars pale.

When she danceth, all the waves waiL Bright and airy, sweet and dove Uho; Could this fairy e'er my love like? Mealr Nay. The blood of lords is In ber veins. TheturoDsof empire i3 her seat; In court and drawing room she reifnu, And fashion's world Is at ber feet. She speaks and It Is quickly done. And no ontt asketb.

Is It wiser There 6eeis no law beneath tho sun That is not written In bur eyes, ldealf Nay. Etirs Is cot race or pride of face. Hers is not pomp of wealth or name; A noble grace of mind. In place Of meaner thingsa heart aflame. A pen of lire, en Orphean lyre.

A strong command of men who thint; With seeptered truth In fadeless youth. She breaks oppression, link on link. Ideal Nay. Her form Is bowed, her eye Is dim. and tremulous her toil worn hands; But sht; ha-i won Uie crown of crowns In executing luvu couuuauus.

She gave her life that we mijbt live, and then she lived I hat we might cam Some fairer future amonsr men. some honor worthy of her pain. Her Master's law has mode her great; she served, and so we crown her oueen. She the cradle, rules the world; you know vour umerest mend, 1 ween. lileal Yea.

F. A. Marsh. SHORTSIGHTEDNESS. lie's it nice enouch fellow when veu meet him at the club or at his own house or at tho office, but if roiumcet hiru on tho street, by George, he'll look straight through you and cover say as much as 'How tie 1 don't like that sort of a man." "Nor I.

I'vo noticed that about him many a time." I heard that snatch of conversation the other day, and happened to know rather intimately the man tlicv were talkinir about. lia was one of Iho most genial men on earth, but tho trouble with him was that ho was painfully shortsighted. Ho couldn't see beyond the cf of his nose to save his life, and on the street all humanity were alike to him until one cf them spoke to Thus it is that tho world makes no allowance for a shortsighted man. He often gets the reputation of being uppish when, in he is nothing of the tort But besides this physical infirmitv there is a sort of mental shortsightedness that is very embarrassing to the unfortunate possessor. For instance.

I find it impossible to remember faces and names. 1 sometimes think that I have met too many people in this world. I have to ba introduced to a person about six times on the average before I can remember that I ever saw that person before ftnd then it requires ever so many meetings before 1 can venture on the name. For tho last two years 1 have attended the baseball games with regularity and industry, yet to this dav 1 can- not distinguish between Hardio Richardson and Jack Kowe, except by their positions in the field; and these two players don't look so very much alike either. Some folks who-have not been so industrious in their application to bassball can tell at sight the name of any player, not only in the Detroit club, but in the whole league.

One dav last summer I was driviner with the lady who has the legal right to tell me what she thinks of me, when 6ho said: 'Why didn't you take off your hat to that lady?" "Bless me; I don't know her." "Yes, you do. That was Mrs. Brius-meade." "Was it? Well, I did not recognize her-" "You might have recognized her if you had taken the trouble to. You are awful careless about such thing. You are continually bowing to people you don't know and passing by others that you've been introduced to half a dozen times." "Well, you know the trouble is that" "The trouble is that you are mentally lazy.

The troublo is that vou don't take the trouble. You are continually offend- ing people and I wish you would be more care. i i am sure Mrs. Brinsmeade felt hurt. "Oh, I shall make it all rfeht with her next time I see her." "How?" "Well, Til say I did not recognize her that day." "She'll like that." "Then I'll tell her that I see so many people that no, that won't do either, wilfit?" "I don't think it will." "I see nothing for it, then, but to be extra genial the next time I meet her.

I dont quite see how she can resist that." For the next djiy or two I bowed indiscriminately to overybody, much to the surprise of most of them, but, all the same, I noticed that many of them bowed back at me and said: "Hello, old man." When coming to think of it I knew that I didn't kiflw tiiem.and.lhe.1 $300 to $400, and sometimes $300 a year. This money he turned into property or piacea in uie savings oans. is supposed by many townsfolk that he also has considerable hid in his sleeping room, the armaments of which consist of three pronged pitclifork, a hatchet and a stove poker. The past five years have been more expensive to him than any previous ones, His fortune has accumulated to such an extent that his expendi tures now average $125 a year, which includes insurance, taxes, food and fuel. Norwich (Conn.) Cor.

Boston Globe. A Palace of Salt. The people of Salt Lake City are con templating the erection of a great "Salt Palace." It would be a structure tliat would lay In the shade all the ice and corn palaces, ever constructed. The main part of the structure could be of the finest specimens of rock salt to be' found in the quarries, chiseled, carved and artistically arranged; while- the interior fittings should be of crystallized work from the lake -on a Grand scale. Such a palace should be permanent if properly pro tected from the winter rains; it could be made of the most unique and striking style of architecture; it could be made one of the wonders of the world.

When lighted by electricity the structure would have all the sparkle and diamond slitter of tho great ice palaces, and with the difference in the salt palace's favor, the heat would not melt or dim its glories in tho least. urginia (jNev.) Enterprise. A Girl Vlin Works. A reporter has a window that com mands a view of a sew ine room over a gentleman furnishing store. Every uiornins whin the reporter (rets up he 6ees a slender girl sewing by the work room window, utten when he comes homo at night she is still there and still sewing.

She is making eyelets in shirt fronts, it is nice and delicate work, though she does it with the persistency of a machine. She takes thirty stitches every minute. That is every hour, or 18,000 every day. In a week she takes 108,000 stitches. Her hand moves a yard for every stitch.

In a week she measures off precisely six miles and quarter of space with that hand. The pay rer this prodigious amount of effec tive labor is $1 a day, and she is considered a high priced, skilled work woman. Philadelphia Press. A New Danger. The introduction of leprosy into the 'Jnited States must be stopped and the terrible disease stamped out at once, or il wul be the most unmanageable of all that ever visited our- land.

i hero no longer any question of its communicable. The lepers have nvaded isntish uoiumbia, and had such 'roe access to the Indians that the whole ace of red men is infected. The antagonism to Chinese immigration will be nore widespread than ever, and will be xised on something besides race preju-iice. It would be for better to stop luarantinins aeainst yellow fever and smallpox, for while the latter kill more luickly, leprosy devours its victims with i living death. hen will our authori ties get well aroused to appreciate the danger that is coming upon us at.

Louis lobe-Democrat. Tennyson's Little Jolto. On ono occasion it came to Mr. Tenny son's knowledge that two men were hid- iik behind trees on either side of the Jnve, presumably to have a look at him when he went out for his usual walk. Lord Tennyson, at once seeing a chance A some tun.

called in his gardener, an old man. He told him of the two men, and made him put on his velvet coat and wide awake hat. Then the old man rallied forth and made his way to the Irive, down which he walked as thoufrh in deep meditation. Ho had not gone very far when he heard a man's voice coming trpm behind, with a strong Yankee twang, 6ay: "Now i ve seen Lord Tennyson; I guess I'll go home to unuma." btar. An Explanation.

There was company at dinner and Bobby's mother was somewhat surprised when Bobby refused pie. "Why, Bobby," remarked one of the guests, "aren't you fond of pie?" "Yes, marm. 1 as fond of it as any little boy, but my sister made that pie. xew xoric aun. A Wise Father.

"Who is your family doctor, Bobby?" "Dr. Green." "Why, I thought you had Dr. Brown." "So we did untd Dr. Green beran courting sister Sally. Pop gets even witn Greeny for, coal ana gas by havin' him keep the rest oi us healthy tor nuthui Harper's Bazar.

'Angela Everywhere. Michael Angelo (poet, painter, sculp- tOT three men in one a trinity of genius) stood one day with folded arms, in wrapt contemplation of a block of marble. Presently a pupil stepped to his side and said softly! what seest "Hush!" replied Angelo, "I see an ansrel in the stone, and I mean to chisel it out." There is an onirel in human nature irt every jailbird; in- yonder shape of painted shame, fitly attended by shad ows or fallen womanhood; in that cutthroat, crawling under the gaslight; in this little girl, adrift with bare feet on the icy pavement; in the diminutive arab of the street, born in iniquity and rocked to sleep witn curses. Yes, the angel is there, in slum as in parlor, in squalor as in refinement, in vice as in wiluu. i-uu uiiu urui it ouu uonn Wesley, the founder of Methodism, saw a criminal led forth to execution.

"There goes John Wesley," exclaimed he, "but for the grace of God. Clertrvman in St. Louis Republic excuse me, I'll go. down to TORN PAGE.