Israel at Work du lieu suivant : McPherson, Kansas • 11

ir ISRAEL AT WORK. But now comes Richard O. Howard, who at the age of ten years published a paper in Chicago called the Master Howard is now issuing his paper at Colorado Springs, Colo. Hear what he says: "I do my own soliciting, keep my own books, set most of my reading type, and run off my papers. I collect my own accounts, pay my own bills, and buy my own clothes.

I claim the Star to be the smallest paper in America, and that I am the youngest editor who prints a regular weekly newspaper and does his own work. I was only ten years old when I began the Star in Chicago, and will not be twelve until the twenty-sixth day of next July. I was born in Owen county, Indiana, and could set type when I was seven years old. "I inclose you copies of my paper. I am not running it for fun, or in the interest of charity, but for the money there is in it, and I manage to pay my own way.

I am in the fourth grade of the high school." These examples of industry and business tact are worthy of following by the youths. SMALL FADS. Great men, and good ones, too, are not to be measured by their observance of notions and fashions so often found among public and private entertainers. Good common sense is much more valuable than a compliance with small fads. There is a floating story of this different type of dining, at a house gorgeous to behold, and where there was so much new money that its owners earnestly tried to do their duty by it to the uttermost, like the lady in Punch with the aesthetic craze, who, gazing reverently at her last china teapot, exclaims to her husband, "Oh, let us try to live up to it." "Living up" to the most minute fads, this hostess said to General Sheridan, who, as her chief guest, had taken her into dinner, I see you are using the wrong fork for your oysters; that little fork with three sharp prongs is for oysters." Sheridan looked up, recognized that actually he was being drilled in table usages he! then went on using the usual fork, and finished the oysters without speaking.

I8S9. where one died, and three were placed in a home. In another case an attractive little girl of eleven, exposed to the vilest influences, was rescued from her drunken, dissipated mother, in a place "where several depraved men and women were found in the rooms, and all more or less intoxicated." In another instance the officer found "a pretty girl of eight years crying piteously from a cruel whipping by a stepmother to compel her to do some menial work in a saloon; and the child bore also scars and marks of previous assaults, and her head and eyes were in such a state that her immediate removal to a hospital was made." Another little girl of twelve years appealed at the office of the society for protection from drunken and brutal parents the mother celebrating her release from prison by a protracted debauch, and the father little better. In another case a young girl of eight years, herself intoxicated, was arrested with her drunken father, who had compelled her to drink with him in saloons. The father was locked up, and the child placed in the care of the American Female Guardian Society.

In another instance, three young two boys and a girl, were rescued from the possession of an habitually drunken mother, who, in her drunken fits, frequently cruelly assaulted them. THE BOY EDITOR. Not long since a New York newspaper correspondent wrote a sketch of Tello d' Apery, of that city, who he claims is the youngest editor in the United States. He publishes a monthly entitled the Sunny Hour. Its good purpose and high character are a surprise to many.

In the first number the little editor said: I shall devote my paper to such literature as mothers will approve, and there will be no Indian scalping nor pistols, nor any such thing. I shall always uphold the cause of temperance and morality, and so shall not touch upon politics. If my paper falls below expectations, please remember that I am only twelve years old." Pure literature, temperance, and morality, are the three leading objects of this young journalist. Not feeling this silent rebuke, the lady went at him again. "The little fork is only for oysters.

My husband is always glad when I put him right." Sheridan glared, but did not break his silence until he said "Good Others had seen and heard, however, and the story flew around, to the intense mortification of the lady, who was both modest and kindly-natured, but did not know her relative value enough to understand what a personage the head of the army was, and not enough of larger life to realize that a man who has won a great name by the sword is above all petty fashions. A TYIIOLESE CUSTOM. In some parts of the Tyrol a peculiar and beautiful custom prevails among the peasantry. When a peasant girl is going to be married, before she leaves her home to go to the church, her mother gives her a handkerchief, which is called the "tear handkerchief." It is made of newly-spun linen, and has never been used. She is supposed to dry her tears with this when she leaves her home and when she stands at the altar.

After the marriage is over and the bride has gone with her husband to her new house, she carefully folds up the handkerchief and places it unwashed among her little treasures. So far it has done half its duty. Her children grow up, marry, and go away to new homes, each daughter receiving in her turn a new "tear handkerchief; and yet the last present, the present received from her mother, has not fulfilled its object. Years roll by, and the once young and blooming bride becomes a wrinkled old woman, and has outlived, perhaps, her husband and all her children. At last, when the weary eyelids are closed forever, the "tear handkerchief" is taken from its resting place and spread over the placid dead face.

London Figaro. QUEEN VICTORIA'S KINGS. It is said that the three rings which Queen Victoria prizes the most highly are First of all, her wedding ring, which she has never taken off; then a small enamel ring, with a tiny diamond in the center, which the Prince Consort gave her at the age of sixteen; and an emerald serpent which he gave her as an engagement ring. For many years after the Prince Consort's death her Majesty slept with these rings on her fingers, only taking them off to wash her hands, as the water would of course spoil the enamel..