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Repented at Leisure. BERTHA CLAY. Continued. Then Laurie Nugent made all other needful arrangements. Instead of going to Austria, he intended to start at once for America.

"'Mr and Mrs. Nugent were to take their passage in one of the steamers belonging to the great Inman line. He had thought over this plan for some time, and then decided it was quite safe. He did not intend to give Ethel time to say anything to Miss Digby, nor did he intend any of them to see her again. "She must share in my lot he said, "and forget all about Then it struck him that, much as Ethel had spoken to him of her home, he had never asked her where it was, nor had he made any inquiries as to her rank in life.

shows how deeply and dearly 1 love the ae thought to himself, never stopped to ask one question about her affairs. If she had all the money in the world, I could love her no more than I do; if she has none i love her just as much. The chances are that, if she were the greatest heiress in England, it would be impossible for me ever to claim what is hers. It is Ethel I want with her grand dower of youthful beauty, and not He arranged in his own mind that when they were married he would return at once to the hotel while Ethel lingered in the woods; he would send all his luggage away, and with it, unnoticed, two large boxes of hers. They meet together at the station, and, once away from St.

he would defy fate. Ethel would want to have her own thrown down the gauntlet of defiance to Miss Digby; but he Could invent some excuse for getting her to the station and then, finding resistance useless, she would submit. Everything was arranged in his own mind, and to his own satisfaction, when he returned to the Hotel. Some gentleman who played very beautifully on the harp had been asked to give the ladies the pleasure of hearing him; the harp was brought out on to the Lawn, and when Laurie Nugent arrived there was quite a concert. He thought of the scene for years afterward the sun shining so brightly on the lawn and gleaming in the fountains, the flowers all in bloom, the rustling foliage of the limes looking golden in the brilliant light, the soft, sweet music sounding above the song of the birds and the murmur of the fountains.

He saw Helen Digby seated by Lady Station's side, each listening intently to the music. He went over 'to them, and Helen looked up at him with a kindly smile. have been away all day. have you not, 'Mr. Ethel was standing by her side, and Laurie stole a glance at her as he replied: "Yes, 1 have been away on very important business, and 1 am glad to say mat I have met with perfect Their eyes met for a moment, and then hers dropped, and a burning flush spread over her lovely face.

is always said Helen, little dreaming what Laurie success implied. have never found it so welcome as the case of the business 1 have been about today, he said, laughing. He lingered with them, talking principally to Miss Digby and glancing ocasionally at the beautiful face drooptg over the flowers. As or Ethel, she saw nothing, she heart, nothing, plainly: it was one con-! fusing whirl to her. The whisper of the wind, the rustling of the leaves, the rippling of the fountains, the music of the harp, all said but one thing to her, am to he married She heard those every sound that fed upon her ears, until she began wonder whether she were losing her reason or not.

It was one of the pleasantest and gayest evenings that had ever been spent at the Hotel; Ethel Gordon remembered it forever afterward. Years were to before beauty, and music, and perfume would have any charm for her again. The hist question that Laurie Nugent asked that night was the one that came so often from his lips: any strangers And the answer was, as usual. CHAPTER XVII. An Evil Omen.

The morning dawned bright and fair; the dew lay shining on the grass and flowers; the wood-pigeons were wooing, the polver crying among the corn, when Ethel Cordon quietly left the house on her fatal errand. The morning was not fresher or fairer than she. Her face had the delicate, exquisite bloom of the wild rose; her eyes were bright as stars with the golden light deepening in them. She looked round on the scene encircling her; she raised her eyes to the blue heavens, and thought to herself how fair all nature was bathed in the morning light. A great cluster of passion-flowers stood near the gate which led from the lawn to the coppice.

The coppice led to the woods, and Ijaurie was waiting there for her. she knew full well. She stopped to gather some of the sad, grand, mystical flowers. They were all wet with detv, which she flung from the leaves, looking into the depths and admiring the sweet symbols. Roses were growing there, too, and large white lilies, and long sprays of blue convolvulus; but she passed all these, and filled her hands with the passion-flowers.

"My she thought to herself. would my father think if he knew this was my Some little shadow fell over the brightness of the morning when she remembered that today Helen would meet with her fate. Then at the end of the coppice she saw Laurie Nugent, with an impatient, eager look on his handsome face. She had just time to note that he ore a beautiful white hyacinth, and then he had caught sight of her, and hastened to clasp her in his arms. "My darling Ethel, how beautiful you look this morning! You shame the sun and the flowers.

Oh. Ethel, the sun may well shine so is our They walked on side by side, and the beauty of the scene deepened in the wood. The lay more thickly on the grass; the sunlight fell brokenly through the thick foliage, producing varying lights and shadows. The solitude deepened, too, and they seemed to be walking away from the rest of the world into a fairy-land of their own. Laurie turned to take her hands i.i his own.

we ever see anything so fair as this woodland scene, or be so happy again in ibis he asid. i ur hands in mine, Ethel, and let us talk. Smile your brightest, my darling is our She gave him one hand only. I cannot spare the she explained. forget my His attention had been so entirely absorbed in her beautiful face that he had never even looked at them; but now he bent forward, and she was startled by a low cry from bis lips, by the sudden pallor of his face.

Why, he cried are passion-flowers! Who ever heard of a bride with a bouquet of passion-flowers? What an evil omen, my darling! I am not superstitious, but it has frightened "Nor am 1 she said, laughing. did you gather he asked. "Passion-flowers on a weddingday! Why did you gather them, do not know. They were shining with clew and close to my hand. I cannot give you any other reason than will throw them away, will you not, She looked admiringly at them.

think she replied; "that would be giving away to superstition. 1 come of a race that know no fear, that never looks back, that abides by what is done. The motto of our house is abides by what Godron 1 gathered these flowers thoughtlessly, I own, for my wedding-boquet but I shall take them with "It is an evil omen. will pay no heed to it. I have no faith in But he gave her no smiling smile.

them away, Ethel. I implore The idea seemed to her both weak and cowardly. must go with she returned. influence can it have on my future life that 1 was married with passion-flowers in my Seeing that she would not yield, Laurie said no more. They walked on through the dewy brightness of the summer woods until the spire of the old church came in view, and then Ethel stopped, and her face lost its color.

"Laurie, it is a serious thing, marriage. I am almost frightened at it abides by what Gordon he quoted. have promised. Ethel; you must not break your have no thought of doing she replied, haughtily; I am frightened. I had forgotten how solemn a thing marriage is.

We are going into a church, and churches always seem to me so near to heaven. Oh. Laurie, she cried, lasts until death, and I am not sure if I love you well But he endeavored to calm her. darlnig Ethel, you are nervous. You are usually brave, my love; you must not.

lose courage. Ethel, like other young girls, have you ever dreamed of your she replied. "Did you ever think it would be like this through a dewy summer wood, the morning air fresh and sweet on your face, the song of the birds in your ears, the flowers, like a bevy of fair bride-maids, blooming around she answered: "I never dreamed of such a wedding as They entered the church-yard, and once more Laurie Nugent asked her to throw the passion-flowers away. Once more she refused; and, by the green graves of the silent dead, Sir beautiful, proud Ethel Gordon on her way to the marriage altar. CHAPTER XVI If.

At the Altar. Ethel Gordon never forgot that old church of St. gray old building with a tapering spire. As she entered she seemed to bring with er the fragrance of the limes and the w'ild flowers. At first it seemed as though the church were Ailed with a gray, soft gloom; and then, Ethel saw a great stained-glass window, a very marvel of richness and color.

The sun was signing full upon it, and great patches of purple and crimson, of orange and blue, of violet and green, lay on the floor, on the carved oaken seats, on chancel and nave. There were figures of triumphant saints on the window with palm-branches and golden crowns. In after-years she found each one Impressed upon her memory. There was a silence stillness holy calm that seemed to be breathed from heaven: it was broken only by the song of the birds outside and the rusthng of the leaves in the wind. Ethel knelt down, her heart beating fast with emotion.

What she had said I was perfectly true; she had not reflected upon the solemn aspect of marriage, and it. came to her like a shooic. Revenge upon Helen Digby! No such thoughts could live in that holy calm; they fled from her. leaving the one fact bare, that she was about to become I Laurie wife. Even then, late as it was, she would have abandoned her project, she would i have given up all idea of revenge and of marriage.

Something of this Laurie Nugent must have read in her face, for he grasped her hand, whispering: "It is too late now; we must go on with it, my She looked at the pictured faces of the saints with golden crowns. A wild idea took possession of her to cry out to someone to save her; that she had been entrapped, over-persuaded; that she did not love the man she as going to marry; and again the keen instinct of passionate lovg told Laurie Nugent the nature of her thoughts. "hou are filled with nervous fancies, my dear Ethel. Hark! The very birds seem to sing more joyfully because it is our While he was saying the words a white-haired minister entered, and Laurie Nugent and Ethel went up to the altar altar that was beneath the great eastern window, irom which the strange, mystical lights were falling. Two witnesses were there, but Laurie Nugent never even saw them; they weie servants the rectory, whom the rector had told to be present.

Laiuie Nugent never saw them, for his whole attention was engrossed by bis young bride. For the first time he noticed her dress, a soft, shining violet silk; and just where she stood and the Igiht from the stained-glass window fell full upon her; one great dash of purple lay at her feet, a bar of crimson quivered on her dress, and on the beautiful head there shone a glow of gold. Her lovely face was pale with emotion, yet it shone like a fair flower amid the mystical lights fairer than the pictured faces of saints; and in her hand she still held the dewy passion-flowers. No artist ever dreamed of a picture more fair. Laurie eyes lingered upon her, and then the solemn beautiful marriage service commenced.

thou have this man to be thy wedded As she gave one glance at the golden crowns of the saints, and one at the white-haired minister, whose head was so reverently the impulse again seized her to cry out; but Laurie Nugent looked at her, and held her hand tightly, and she said the words that made her his wife. She bent her head when the rector uttered the blessing; and at that moment a sudden gleam of the sun threw a crimson light over the bowed head, filling the young heart with dread. away from that window. Ethel," he said. cannot bear to see you in the midst of those changing She obeyed him, and then in a few minutes the ceremony was ended.

He left her kneeling there, while he gave the rector such a fee as astonished him, and one to each of the witnesses. He went into the vestry, and Mr. Brian shook him by the hand. wish you every he said; I must ask you to pardon my saying that I have never seen a more lovely bride. Be kind and loyal to Then he went away, but for long afterward the retor remembered the fair young girl as she stood amid the hanging lights, with the passion-flowers in her hand.

To be continued, AN ISLAND OF SULPHUR. Probably the strangest home ever chosen by human beings is a little island just off the coast of New Zealand, known as In this rocky isolation where it is impossible to escape from the fumes of practically uninterraittent sulphuric eruptions, one hundred New Zealanders recentlymade their home. The one delight of 1 this spot is, it is said, a wonderfully beautiful panoramic view embracing the Bay of Plenty. But so great is the preponderance of sulphur that the island is known by some as In the center of the rock is a great crater whose cavity is in constant state of ebullition. In addition, the entire surface of the island is dotted with from three to four hundred miniature craters, which emit during both day and night dangerously hot vapors and sulphurous flumes.

LABOR. war is a great hindrance to the development of a said one boer. answered the other. this promiscuous shooting continues it will take long, hard labor to get the ballets cleared out of the soil so that we can go ahead raising Star. BITS OF INFORMATION.

Boston has a law requiring the annual inspection of hand organs and other musical instruments designed for outdoor entertainments before licenses are granted. EAiTER IN PARIJ. 11l Paris. Easter is a time of general gladness. The trees in the parks and the gardens are in full leafage, but the leaves are still of the most fresh and tender green.

The sky is bright; a vitalizing force permeates things material and ethereal. The morning sun smiles in the rooms that look southward. and its reflected beams flit over the ceilings like Arieis released from winter bondage. There being no more need for fires, fireplaces are covered over with screens. The freestone Parisian houses almost glare in the sun, which discovers all the hues and tints of blooming flower-beds in the public gardens.

Passion week is a period of conventional mourning, religious ceremonies, and flowers. Goods trains laden with flowers and greenery for Palm Sunday began to pour in as that festival approached. The supply of flowers goes on increasing until Easter week, when the whole town seems a flower show. The markets being glutted, the poor can gladden their abodes with, fresh and fragrant bouquets. Spring is the time, of alii others, for sweet-scented flowers.

Thei air of the churches is redolent of their incense. Everyone who has lived irJ Paris must associate Easter with fiow-J ers. The flower-markets seem to be! suddenly extended into the streets. Costermongers have there become itinrant flower dealers. The women who deal are neither young nor pretty.

M'S hmmm Jj pmm At the Flower Mart in Paris. neither coquetishly nor dirtily dressed. They are generally middle-aged, for licences to drag costers' handcarts are only granted to poor people of good character and well on in years of discretion. The coster-woman is hale, hearty, buxom. Hardship sours Engglish women.

Its acts as a fillip on French women, and stimulates fieir pluck and spirit. Their bodies seem to gain strength under the stress of! hard work in all sorts of weather. Beautiful the costerwoman is not any rate an artist in love with the silly sort of prettiness would not think so. But she has the beauty of the sound mind in a sound body, and her weather-beaten face lights up with shrewd and cheerful expression. She is in good training for drudgery, and does not mind it, provided it fills the i big pockets of her coarse blue aprpn with copper and silver coins.

In the I Easter glut of flower lies a chance for quick returns. Easter is to her as it is to most wage-earners in Paris, a blessed time. One sees long lines of coster womens' carts laden with flowers drawn up at certain hours of the day in certain streets. All who sell at them have family likeness. No trace of drink can be detected on their faces, or of sluttishuess in their clothes.

They are tidy, clean, comfortable, and look purposeful and good. Your drunkard is always chilly. Those coster flower dealers go about in rain, hail, sunshine, without shawl or mantle; a thick, easy-fitting jacket or jersey is the favorite over garment. They rise at four in the morning to secure good places at the flower auction in the central market. A number of In the Cafes on Easter Sunday.

them club to buy lots, which they afterwards divide, and then all are off on their different circuits. rests regulated by the are short. They must not stop, unless; a would-be buyer asks them, near a flower shop. They ply their trade until sundown, and then hasten homeward, not stopping a moment either to draw breath or sell. These women are religious in their way.

They observe Easter, and often send flowers to churches and to hospitals. An article about Easter in Paris would be incomplete if it left out the Easter egg. The Easter egg is not an egg laid by a fowl, but is a fancy article. Taste and fancy are lavished on Easter eggs. Some of these eggs have taken the inventor nearly a year; to hatch, and they are amazingly clever nd beautifully elaborated.

Sometimes they have no intrinsic value, and only charm because tasteful. Straw hats trimmed ready to be worn may be filled with eggs that are really trinket or needle cases, or filled wflth tiny knick-knacks-toys for grown-up ladies. The most costly may be bought by theatrical stars to serve as "nest good for fetching other and expensive trifles. The devise may or may not be seen through. But it is almost sure to be so.

None the less it will answer its purpose. Man liveth in a vain show, and woman too, but the vain shows of Paris seldom take Parisians. Easter is the time in France for ghostly shrift. The Catholic church requires that its members communicate at least once a year. That once is at Easter or word derived from the Hebrew Pass-over.

Devout-minded persons obey. Busy pie do not. and do not look on themselves as sinners for not conforming to the rule. When they feel at door they will ask for the final sacraments of the church, which will he charitably administered and no reproachful word uttered. Irreligious persons, from a sense of what is soj dally pleasant, also ask for the last i consolations.

Thev Jo so for the sake of those whom they are about to leave behind, and because it is most convenient for friends to gather round a coffin in a church. Provincial ladies I gather to Paris to confess to priests who do not know them, and to suit spiritual directors of broad and tolerant minds, who do not regard rites as incantations, and who see that 1 symbols are only important so far as 1 they raise the soul to a perception of eternal truths. The French branch of the Catholic church is not superstitious. A deeply religious spirit is shown in the churches at the Lenten ceremonies and on Easter Sunday. Holy Thursday is in memory of the iniquitous trial at Golgotha and the bearing of the cross to Calvary, Good Friday of the Crucifixion.

Holy Saturday of the stillness of the tomb in Joseph on garden, and Easter Sunday of the resurrection. The crown after the after voluntary self-debasement. Holy Saturday is the day of shrift. Communion services begin on Sunday at six in the morning. The earliest is the best attended, but all the services draw large congregations.

Gladness of heart, of soul, and mind reigns. All tragical symbolism of Passion Week is nut of sight. The music is jubilant; the vestments are of brilliant and many colored brocades. The perfume of flowers vies with the incense. Sermons are kept for the afternoon, and will be short.

Some of them will insist on the Real Presence in the Communion, some will dwell on the mystical nature of the Last will enjoin self-sacrifice and humility in order to possess the virtues of faith, hope and charity. EASTER DATE. In accordance with a bull issued by the council of Nicaea, in 325 A. D. Easter cannot occur later than April 25.

This canon sets forth that Easter must be celebrated on the first Sunday after the first full moon of the spring. The earliest date for the full moon is March 21, and the cyclical month, or the period of time within which the Easter full moon can occur comprises 30 days. Therefore, Easter could come as late as April 26, for the last winter full moon may happen as late as March 21. Add to this 29 days, and one has 50 days, or April 19 as the day of the spring full moon. Should this date fall upon a Sunday, Easter must be celebrated seven days later, or on the 26th of April.

In his Astronomical lexicon. Dr. Gretschel gives April 26 as the latest possible Easter date. This book was published in 1882 and the year 1886 is named as the anomaly that brings Easter as late as April 26. Asa matter of fact, however, Easter occurred in that year on April 5, and it is rather interesting to explain this departure from what seems to correct coraputa- I tion.

An ecclesiastical canon excludes April 26 from becoming an Easter day. Littrow, in his declares that April 19 must be substituted. theory is that the earliest date should be chosen, or March 22. In his compilation of date Nesselmann designates the year 2076 as the one in which Easter occurs on the latest possible date, April 26, and in his chronology this date is adopted. formula brings Easter Sunday as late as April 26 in the year 1981.

The year 1609 was the last in which Easter occured on April 26. It happens rarely that Easter Sunday occurs on April 25. It so happened in 1834, as in 1886, and will not again occur until the year 1943. The Easter full moon may fall within a period of 30 days. Despite this space of time, it can only occur on 19 different dates within a span of 100 years.

These 19 different dates occur five or six times as Easter full moon I dates in a century. The other 11 dates are entirely excluded. Every century this line of 19 Easter full moon dates undergoes a An absolutely correct ratio, however, not be established, even for the space lof 1,000 years, because the Easter I dates do not occur periodically in unbroken succession. The greatest dis' tance between the two days which limit the Easter 22 and April 25 34 days, nearly five weeks. As the weather is even more uncertain than the Easter date, and the season of one year may be ahead, as in this inj stance, or behind that of another, the greatest possible contrast may exist between the Easter festival of two or three years.

Easter may be a day filled with the splendor of the awakening nature, with sunshine and balmy breezes, spring bonnets and I summer clothes. On the other hand, snow and sleet may cover the ground and furs may be as welcome as in December. A DAY TO REJOICE IN. The observance of Easter Sunday throughout Christendom is not only a memorial of the central fact in the Christian religion, but gives occasion for a variety of beautiful customs. With the earth bursting forth in its glories of budding plan: life, and the heavens glowing with a warmer sun.

and all nature smiling through the fresh fragrance and subtle warmth, it is a fitting season for the ilef festival of the Christian year. Bright 1 Day in the is the bright clay in ti west, and wherever the sun shines the ancient rites of the Saxon goddess. Easter, born in paganism. have been assimilated and given anew meaning in the Christian civilization of this later day. The gaudy decorations of the heathen races, which were the tangible expression of their festival delights.

have an ample suggestion in the personal display that is now one of the attributes of the Paschal feast. No pagan goddess could address herself more directly to the preparation of her Easter raiment than the woman of today to the selection of her Easter costume. But no idle variety mars the delights of the present custom. By a most, desirable consensus this day is reserved for the first appearance in the garments of spring, and as if swayed by a magic Christian wand the dark and heavy attire of winter falls away and there stand revealed the bewildering beauties of anew life. From the rising of the sun, me firs; symbolic event the day, there is a series of events that compliment each other in testifying to the more serious import.

No memory is more lively in after years than that furnished by the various egg customs of Easter handed down from ages gone by. and no cus-1 tom is more directly suggestive of the! new life it typifies. But through them all. says the Chicago Tribune, runs the central idea of joy and reverent happiness, a day to rejoice in. a day for light hearts, a day for the renewal of all the forces that contribute to the better life of the world, in fact.

Easter day. -LITTLE NELLIE Her Daughter Vivian Leaves Social Gayeties to be by Her Side. Mrs. Nellie Grant Sartoris, the daughter of the Pretty Miss she was called at the white house when her father was presidenthas been ill in New York, and her beautiful daughter, Vivian Sartoris, abandoned the gayeties of the Washington season to keep vigil at her bedside. All her they were our entire shocked to hear the report that she was suffering from cancer and hoped that it might prove erroneous.

No American girl has ever commanded so completely the homage of the nation as did Nellie Grant in the days that preceded her unhappy but not unfortunate, since it gave birth to such a witching granddaughter of the nation as Vivian Sartoris. In feature and temperament she had the rare gift of sunshine; and that was her fond name for From all over the world came people anxious to shake hands with her father and tell him what a great man he was. They all saw Nellie, and cap-j itulated to her smile. It was the same with the humble folk of Washington, white and black. The daughter had the same face for all.

Nellie, she th'ows away smiles on de the gatekeeper of the white house used to say. Wedding bells brought sadness to the white house, and sounded a knell for the daughter of Miss Nellie had a will of her ownthe iron will of the great soldier, modified by her sex, but none the less indexable. She fell in love, and not all the admonitions of father and mother and friends could bring disenchantment. Algernon Frederick Sartoris was the son of a well-to-do Englishman, a country gentleman, who owned property in Wisconsin. Father and son came to this country in 1873.

Nellie Grant was returning home from a European tour. They crossed the Atlantic on the same steamer. It seemed an unaccountable attachment, but the daughter fell in love with the young Englishman. Every one else that encountered Sartoris disliked and distrusted him. His own countrymen attached to the British legation at Washington had no good word for him.

Americans watched his progress in Nellie affections with a chill at their hearts. Gen. Grant himself suffered from the cruellest misgivings. He used every influence short of direct authority to dissuade his daughter from the match. Beyond that he would not go.

True, Nellie was only nineteen: but he, knew her spirit, and he was determined to save her from the gossip that would have followed her he crossed her will. There had been no such wedding within the walls of the white house. The country talked about nothing else. Pretty Miss Nellie stood with her bridegroom in the East Room, under bells of white and pink flowers, and all the world crowded to the festival. That was the end of his happiness, for the forebodings had been well founded.

Reports of his unhappiness crossed the ocean at fre- I quent intervals and bowed the old man with grief. It was bad enough that he should miss her voice, her footstep; but that she, his should be miserable, and he helpless to comfort her was the crowning sorrow of his life. Her life in England would have been tragic indeed if it had depended entirely on the man she had married. But she won friends on all sides, and their kindness alleviated her lot. The elder Sartoris treated her as a daughter, and eminent Englishmen united in paying her homage.

Among these was the late Sir Frederick Leighton, president of the Royal Academy. He took a profound interest in Mrs. Sartoris and her three children, and it was his delight to depict on canvas the beautiful face of Vivian, the elder of the two girls. The other children are Algernon Edward, now twenty-three years of age, and Rosemary, who has not yet Vivian is twenty-one. In mother love Gen.

daughter found an outlet for all the emotion that marriage had crushed within her. Widowhood found her strong and self-disciplined. Sartoris the elder showed his ap- preciation of her fine qualities by leaving her and her children an income of $30,000 a year. For a few years she lived in London in a charming little house of her own, 06 Cadogan place. There, while eschewing the frivolity of the she enjoyed the society of the men and women best worth knowing.

But later years brought a longing tor home, and the companionship of her widowed mother. And so the daughter of the nation returned, with her children and all that belonged to her, determined never again to know any other allegiance. She applied to congress for the restoration of her citizenship: and although the course was an unusual one. a bill was passed in favor of Gen. Grant's daughter.

And so it happens that Vivian May Sartoris. is an American girl, after all. She made her debut in Washington four years ago. and no young woman at the capital has more admirers than she. But without hesitation she left the gayeties of the capital to sit at her bedside.

ANIMALS AS DISASTER. Animals are exceedingly sensitive to disturbances of earth and air, and seem to possess a "sixth which warns them of impending danger. Just before the great earthquake on the Riviera in 1597 horses, dogs, monkeys and even ducks were in a panic for several days. At Nice many of the horses were timid and weak, unable to draw their burdens, while a monkey and some other household pets that were usually anxious to stay indoors could not be induced to enter the house. Even the cows were terrified and there was an appreciable falling off in their milk before the earthquake.

Some people, specially women, seem to have this premonition of coming disaster. A lady residing in the hotel at Amalfi left the day before the landslide, declaring that she would not oh any account remain in that section another night. This sensitiveness to the tremors is unknown except among people living in the earthquake zone. People who have been in one earthquake are particularly alive to the slight earth shudders that precede the real shock. After the disturbance in the Riviera the inhabitants acquired a peculiar presicence which warned them of the succeeding odes.

Earthquakes have a terrifying effect on all kinds of domestic animals. During the earthquakes at Agram each shock was heralded the crowing of cocks, barking of dogs and howling of cats. The animals of the west are alive to the approach of the cyclone and seem to feel the electric tension before the human beings notice it. Domestic animals are more susceptible than wild ones. The terror which some dogs manifest during a thunderstorm is proof of their sensitiveness to the electricity in the air.

and they seem also to be frightened at the vibrations following thunder. In the Alps the Swiss cattle on the upper pastures come running in terror to the milking ground just before a severe thunderstorm, and even the goats and sheep join them. RAILROADS IN ASIA MINOR. The advance sheets of consular reports for February 28 give interesting details of the German concession for an extension of the Anatolia railway from Konieh via Marash and Bagdad to Bassorah. A French company owning the Smyrna-Kassaba road opposed the concession, but was placated by being given 40 per cent, of the shares in the extension.

The 2,000 miles of this new trunk line connecting the Persian gulf with Europe are expected to up a rich agricultural country and pave the way for German commercial supremacy in Asia Minor and Consul of Sivas, expresses the opinion that German trade will obtain control of the chief markets of Asia by means of preferential rates given to German goods on the new railway. Goods can be carried across the Bosphorus in cars without change, making the trip from Berlin to the Persian gulf at a minimum cost. A branch line connects Smyrna also with the trunk line. American goods will have to be transshipped at Constantinople or Smyrna. The way to obviate this disadvantage, si Consul Jewett, is to build a comepting line from Sinope, on the Black sea, to Bagdad.

This route is through a better country and will pay better than the German route. NOT A CASE OF SUICIDE. a man straight through the heart every the apparent tenderfoot, leaning easily against the bar. there one in this crowd lazy loafers can do The bartender instantly ducked, and two seconds later twenty-six bullets pierced the coat, but he never turned a hair. he said, smiling pleasantly, as he began to unbutton tis coat, apologize.

I am selling the Acme Eureka Excelsior Woven-Wire Undergarment. Weight only two pounds, and warranted bullet proof. Now, all licker up and talk ALARMING POSSIBILITY. If this fight among the sons of the American revolution becomes much more fierce, we will have the next genration organizing the Sons of the Scrap Among the Sons of the American Express. Lieutenant Governor Woodruff of New York is one of the best amateur billiard players in the state and makes the game his chief recreation.

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