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Tttfe OTPEtt OES — i*"™' ™ WA ConHmlritm of the h6n the titish of « Tiew-liorn son fell first on - », , i™?" S pret-n and gold. ; 0ur father Adam' sat under tlio Trro and A«VI fpnjcnjd trtth a stick 1n t.he mould: And thfi first rude Sketch tlmt the-. world had to - ' tatt +, - - miyiciir, fill the Devil tfrliisncrud behind the leaves: "It's prett}-, hut Islt Art? tVherefore he called his wife, and fled to fnah- -^ ion Ins work (mew— The first, of Ills t-nce who cnred a flfr for the first, most dread review; Ind ho left his lore to the Use of his sons— and ^ that was a glorious train When thn devil chuckled "Is it Art?" In the ear of the branded Cain. , They bullded a tower to shiver the sky and wrench the stars apart. rill the Devil grunted behind the bricks: "It's ^ striking, hut is It Art?" The Stone was dropped at the quarry side and • the Idle derrick swiintr, while each onn talked of the alms of Art. and each in an alien tongue. They fought and they talked In the North and the South, they talked and they fought in „,„, the West, .Till the waters rose on the pitiful land, and the poor Hod Clay had rcst^- Hadrcst till the dnnkblank-cnnvns dawn when the dove was preened to start, And the Devil bubbled below tho keel: "It's human, but Is it Art?" The tale Is as old ns the ISdcn trco— and now as the now-cut tooth— For each tnrtn knows ere his llp-thntch prows hols master of Art n nil Truth; And each mnn hoars ns the twilight nonrs, to tho beat of his dying licnrt, The Devil drum on the darkened pane: "You did It, but was It Art?" We have learned to whittle the Eden Trco to tho slmpe of a surplice-peg, Wo have learned to bottle our parents In tho yolk of an nddled egg, we know tlint tho tail must wng tho dojr, for ' the horse is drawn by the curt; But the Devil whoops, ns ho whooped of old; "It's clever, but Is it Art'/" When the flicker of London sun falls faint on the club room's green and gold, Tho sons of Adam sit them down and scratch with their pens In the mold— They scratch with their pens in tho mould of thclrgrnves, and the ink nnd the anguish stnrt, For the Devil mutters behind tho leaves: "It's pretty, but is it Art?" Now, if wo could win to the Eden Tree where tho Four Great Rivers How. And tho Wreath of Eve is red on tho turf as she loft it years ago, And if wo could come when tho sentry slept and softly scurry through, By tho fnvor of God wo might know as much ns our father Adam knw. Itudynrd Kipling. JE ANNETTE'S TANSIES. "Good-bye!" It was a madness of farewells. They stood looking into one another's eyes with blanched faces Would he ever .come back? Her wide eyes grew desolate as she looked at ' him. Then the lashes dropped over them and she lay motionless against his breast for a second, as though the spirit had died within her. "Jeannette, is this the girl fitted to be a soldier's wife? Have you no regard for my honor?" His voice quivered, but his eyes looked down upon her proudly. "Yes." She roused herself bravely. "Your duty is at the front. I would not hold you back." She placed h6r hand on the bunch of pansies at her throat; royal beauties they were, with great velvety hearts of purple and gold. "They are my colors," she whis- E ered. "Wear them, my knight, and e true to your lady always." Her trembling lingers pinned them inside his coat. "God be with you," She kept the tears back, smiling into his face, though the' driim-jioat sounding in the street below seemed like a death-knell. It was the signal to start— the signal for the volunteers, the brave men who were olV for the Indian war, this dreadful war that had come like a blight upon her beautiful western home. "Good-bye, am! God bless you! The pnnsies will be my talisman." The ui'.ist intense excitement raged in the mining camp. Ever since the news had come that the old chief was on the warpath and the call had been madis for volunteers to defend the set- tlors on the frontier, the town had been alive with men anxious to obtain the scalp of tlie bloodthirsty redskins. Among them none was more fearless or more brave than Ned Ashby. He was one of the young pioneers who had struck a bonanza in the mines. More than that (to use the phraseology of the mining camp), he had located a claim on the prettiest girl in the town and patented it — a stroke of good luck that made him nioro cm'ied among the boys .than even his mining shares in the May Queen. Then 'came tho news of a fierce battle between the Utes and Ma.j. Thornburg's men, in which many were wounded on either side. Her father came home at noon with an open letter in his hand, She took it silently and read: "Edward Ashby was wounded in the battle of the — th instant," She did not faint, though he had ox- pected she would, but her face blanched until it was like marble and her eyes grew largo and black, glowing like stars. "1 must so and nurse him," she said. Her father laid his hand upon hers. "Dear child, this is folly— the talk of insanity. You can not go," he said. The color leaped to her cheeks and her eyes Hashed. "I must go," she cried. He could not say no then. Ho knew her nature so well. Thwarted in this desire she might die. "I can not tro with you, Jeannette. Can you go alone?" She drew herself up grandly. II was tho proud right of the western American girl. She knew no fear. "Yes." At 6 the next morning her favorite horse, Plato, stood aD tho door. At nightfall she was at tho springs fifty miles away. It was a popular summer rosortand many guests had been there, but at the first uows of war most of them hail lied to the eastern towns. The general, who hail headquarters near the springs, and who had heard of her arrival and her purpose, sentXfor her in the evening \ She came to him with eager eyes foy the tidings just received by a couriers from the sen in: of battle, Beyond the springs there were no telegraph wires, and the courier rode day and night over tho dangerous Indian trails to bring tho dispatches. "Is there— any — news of him?" she faltered. "yes." Tho general's voice almost choked as ho looked at her. How could he break the heart of this brave uu omitui'o whosy -Treat hef So beautiful, its tmseitisn purpose shining from every feature? How could he tell her the cruel truth, with those love-lit, starry eyes fixed so unflinchingly upon his? "Child," he said, his hand upon hers, even as her father's had been, his eyes full of kindness, his stern voice suddenly tender, "your lover is dead! The courier just in states that he died yesterday afternoon." Hot one word came from her lips. The great eyes gave him one stricken look, and then she fell just where she stood at his feet, like a helpless, broken reed. He lifted her up gently and called for assistance. But in a little while she revived, rising to her feet with the old brave, determined look on her pale face. "I must go to him," she said. "They will bury him there and I shall never look upon his face again. I must go!" "An escort of my best and bravest men shall accompany you," he said. "They will protect you and bring the body here." "thank yon." It was all she could say, but tears of gratitude rose in her eyes as she bent low over his extended hand. Then for the first time she learned the full particulars of her lover's exploit; how he had led the scouting party, rushing bodily into the very face of the foe, and by this action saving the military from the ambush the savages had prepared for them. In a moment the battle had begun, but ere his comrades wore hand to hand with the redskins, who seemed to lurk bo- hind every bush am! tree, this bold young soldier had .met his fate, falling with his face to the foe. "At least ho died like a hero," her heart whispered whenever the bitter- nese of her woe threatened to overwhelm her. Two days later, after a long and wqary journey,her little party reached the soldier's camp. The boys had entrenched themselves behind a small knoll overlooking tho surrounding, country, fortifying themselves with earthworks against any attacks from the Indians. All things seemed, for the present, peaceful. At sight of her the boys raised a cheer. Many of the militia know her, and they were proud of her. They knew her for what she was—a brave, heroic girl, purely, sweetly womanly, yet ready' as any'of her brothers to take the weapons from her .belt and do- fend her life or that of any she loved— a girl imbued with all the glory and strength of her native mountains. She acknowledged the cheers with a sweet, grave dignity; the.*, the leading officer TO her escort whispered something to the major ere he helped her to dismount. She caught the reply. It made her tremble, but with the suspicion of a great joy, not sorrow. "Not dead!" were the words which came from her white lips with a gasp. "No,"—the major came to her side quickly—"the courier made a mistake. It was Ned Sampson who died. Ashby yet lives, though he lies still almost at death's door." The major led the way into the tent whore the wounded man lay, motioning tho guard aside. Then he left her, followed by the young officer who had been in attendance. His coat—the one he had worn when parting from her—lay on the bed. Her eyes darkened ns she saw the stains of blood and tho bullet hole. She took it in her hands, examining it keenly. There were the pansies, faded and worn, still pinned inside. The bullet had passeil through just above them. "Had the bullet struck him an inch lower it would have been fatal," one of the men afterward told her. Perhaps the pansies by some subtle influence had saved him; perhaps her own spirit in that moment of agony had passed into them, making them indeed a real talisman to protect him. She loved to think this. That God had answered her earnest prayers by investing these, her chosen flowers, with tho power to save his life. It was only a girlish fancy, but it made her happy. She took the dead, sweet blossoms and laid them toaderly away. Until they became dust tUese faded flowsrs would be sacredly cherished. JcmnneUectiine to Nod's bedside one day with a look of joy upon her lovely face. It was like a transtiguration. "Ned," she cried, with a return of her old life and spirit, "tho war is over. Peace is declared and we are going to take you home to-morrow morning/' For answer ho silently pressed the small, warm hand that crept into his own. Whenever was there a sweetheart so tender and true, so beautiful and brave? When they reached the springs loud and wild we're the cheers given for the bravo boys returning from the war and not only for the boys,but for tho brave girl who had dared to go to the front for love's sake. Under the glorious sweep of the spangled Hag she rode, her cheeks aflame like the crimson stripes, and her eyes splendid with the sunlight of love. "I know it was tho paneies that saved you," she whispered to Ned when they stood once more together under tho shallow of their own beautiful royal- tinted mountains. "The pansios have human faces and I believe God has invested every blossom with graces and power which we do not understand." Her tall lover looked down upon tho sweet face uplifted to his, smiling ut tho girlish folly, yet touched by the pure faith in it. Ajid. after all,who shall say that she was uot right? HOW THEY LISTEN TO GLADSTONE, nnd Whlstllnc Until tho Arrival 61 the <i. O. At. A. Diabolical Inucndo. One of the Egpytian pyramids is certainly over four thousand years old, and is still in an unfinished condition. This is merely mentioned to show that New York's Grant monument is not in such a dreadful state of backwardness utter \\\\.—Philadelphia Times. \ ' * \Employer—"Can't you get hero earlier mornings?" Boy — "Yes, sir— when the wind is at my back."— Smith, Qrnjfiti Co.'s Weekly. There are more Jtews in three of thp twenty-four wards/of Now York oity than in the whgle£of Great Britain and Iveluml, At 7 o'clock the early comers at Memorial Hall never doubted that they would he first in the field, says a reporter for the Pall Mall Gazette, but they were disappointed. The hall was nearly full. An enterprising advertiser had pro^ vided Japanese fans by the thousand. They fluttered, like great butterflies; above the multitude, and by 7:15 the beauty of the majority was gone. They had gone to wreck and ruin in the hands of the Liberal and Radical Union* Only the ladies.most of whom had seats just behind the reporters' table in front of the platform, wielded the welcome fans to the very end. At 7:45 our good old friend the proverbial pin could not have dropped. It was swelteringly hot; and the first hearty cheer of the evening was for the bold man who took out a Window and let in a constant draught of air and a square of the clear glowing light of eventid\ There was no need of music and songs; the spirits of the waiting crowd were those of schoolboys on a holiday. Then suddenly somebody discovered that the bamboo handles of tho fans were hollow, and in a moment the sound of innumerable improvised ilutes, somewhat hoarse, it must be confessed, sounded, amid shouts of laughter, through the hot hall. After that the concert began. "The Men of Harlech" were drowned in shouts of "Gangway! Clear the gangway!" "Auld Lang Syne" followed by fan Ilutes and beaten time to by anything that came handy. That was at 8 o'clock. Then followed the general potpourri, the platform filled, the applauding began. At 8:3J every platform seat was occupied, only the arm-chair in the center still showed the white label "Reserved," and the chair immediately behind the reading desk. But not for long. There came the distant roar which frequenters of "Gladstone meetings" know .full well; it grew louder and louder, the platform took it up, and then the hall, and in a moment there was a great vibrating noise of some thousands of wildly enthusiastic human voices. Through it as it swelled and swelled Mr. Gladstone, accompanied by Mrs. Gladstone, walked down the platform, pale, thoughtful, and with his sparse locks as white as the flower in his buttonhole or as the dewy bouquet some one had quietly laid down beside his desk. Everybody likes to hear Mr. Canston, but on occasions such as yesterday's meeting many fervent prayers are audibly uttereil, and no doubt many more remain unexpressed, that the Chairman might bo very brief. The Chairman fully grasped the situation, and made his terse and pointed remarks as brief as possible, ending very happily,referring to Mr. Gladstone and quoting the concluding lines of WoflJts- worth's "Happy Warrior": This Is tho happy warrior; this is^ho Tliutevqry man-ut-arms would wish to bo. The "happy warrior" rose slowly, amid a burst of tumultuous applause, to deliver an electioneering address which lasted nearly an hour and a half. There was deep silence from first to last, only broken by occasional cheers; every face on the crowded platform was turned in the direction of the chair, all eyes in the audience were fixed on the figure that rose above the floral decorations along the platform. It was on the whole a quiet speech, but as toward tho end Mr. Gladstone alluded to "Lord Salisbury's political in- cendiarism" with regard to Ulster, his voice and gestures grew impassioned with indignation. And once again it rose when, in a fine peroration, he closed his speech. CHEAP NATIONAL FOOD. Experience ITns I^ed to tho Proper Selection by liuch Body of Inhabitant?. It is only within a very recent period that the science of nutrition has received much attention even in a scientific way; only within a very few years that anything has been done to give popular instruction upon the subject, If we had waited, however, for the scientist to tell us how to live, we might long since have begun to diminish in numbers. Each race, perhaps each body of inhabitants occupying a given section of the earth's surface, appears to have established by a process of natural selection a national food, which can be procured at least cost, and which when analyzed is found to contain the nutrients, protein, starch, and fat, in about the right proportion to suit the condition ef the climate. Beginning with tho so-called rice-fed nations or races, whose ration consists in large quantity of rice or starchy food, it appears that they add the requisite amount of nitrogen by consuming peas and beans. Living mainly in hot countries, they do not need so much fat. In India the element of fat is derived from a peculiar kind of butter called ghee. In that combination is found a complete food at the luast cost. Moving into Europe, we find that the nutrition y of the working classes of Italy consists mainly of polenta, a form of Indian corn or maize meal, which in itself is nearly a complete food, but being a little short of nitrogen, a modicum of cheese is added, the chief element in tho diet of the Italian, however, being macaroni and oheoso,many of the cheeses being made from the skim milk after .the cream has been taken oft', as these are richer in nitrogen. Macaroni and cheese with salad is substantially a complete food. Passing over to Switzerland we again find cheese furnishing that which is tho most important and the most expensive iu every dietary, tho nitrogenous portion. In France more moat is eaten, but in the stock pot, ov pot an feu, every element of moat and vegetable, including remnants of bread and everything that contains nutrition, is converted over into a nearly complete food, to which the customary salad and bread serve as a remainder. in England tho relative scarcity of meat is made up by the abundant consumption of cheese, broad and cheese serving as the mainstay of the working people, the cheese supplying the deficiency of tho wheat w protein. In ScoUaad. oatmeal js the mjin.stav, ajjd la the grain of the oat is to pe Io ' ln f. a food more nearly corresponding to tne reduiremetrts of complete nutrition than in any other single variety of food which is known to exist. The Irish subsisting from choice or from necessity so much upon potatoes, are a people of relatively low vitality, not tenacious of life, and, as .a rule, not lon-r lived except when removed to other regions where they can secure more complete nutrition. In tlie northern nations of Europe fish and rye bread together form a cheap and complete basis for nutrition; the fish consisting of herring, which supplies a very large amount of fat, or of salmon or of some other varieties. • Tl 1 I Crossing the ocean, in New England we find in the baked beans and brown bread made from maize meal, a ration at low cost which is very complete, in its proportions of energy. The salt fish ball with a bit of pork and the brown bread otter another example of a substantially complete food. Passing into Canada we come to an entirely different dish, pease porridge, made into a combination with coarse crackers and a bit of pork, furnishing a strong and complete ration at almost the minimum of cost. Again, moving to the Southern States, the customary ration of the colored man, which he chooses in preference to almost any other kind of lood, consists . of three and one-half pL-unds of bacon and a peck of nuiizH meal per week, to which are added a few vegetables.from tne field, making perhaps the cheapest ration at the least cost in ratio to the force it contains that can be found anywhere. In Mexico the "tortilla," or bean, furnishes the nitrogen in connection with a diet of other materials, very meagre at the best. Necessity has probably been the teacher in each case; the experience of many generations has probably led to the final selection, and the habit of feeding upon these enforced rations has developed an inherited appetite for them which in many instances has become so strong that a change to a different diet, even as well balanced as those named, leads for the time being to indigestion and to disease. I have been told that the Southern negro will be afflicted with dyspepsia if his customary ration when at work is changed from the usual 1iog nnd hominy to either bacon and wheat bread or to corn bread and beef.— Edward Atkinson. FRIEZE AND C ,DO. How the Paper Hunger Can Beaatlfy and Dignify a Home. Those abominable patchwork ceilings and borders which the paper hanger nowadays runs around a room, full of curlyg'ew and gingerbread decorations, like the bonuetbox of a trunk, have disgusted many folks with the idea of ever treating their walls with frieze or dado, says the. Upholsterer. The paper hanger has it within his power to influence in tjje highest degree the beauty and dignity of an apartment, but we very much fear that his illogical greed for the dollar has seriously interfered with his progress. Back in'the times of Pompeii and Herculaneum the frieze and dado forms of mural decoration were clearly the rule rather than the whim: the dado was in the darkest hues, the frie/.e in the lighest. The center was usually plain, or, if ornamented, the ornamentation was of a natural and unobtrusive character, and the ceilings the. palest of all. And in all particulars the walls and ceilings, frieze and dado, carried out the spirit of the architecture or woodwork so far as it was practicable to do so. It is a difficult matter to make a rule in the use of the dado and frie/.e, but the former is always a practical saving to a room, if it'comes to the height of a chair nack. It will protect the walls from the smear of the children's hands, and while a decorator may thoughtlessly regard this as-beneath his consideration, wo would emphasize that this practical view of the subject is one of tho most vital points to bear in mind at all times. The dining room or hall that is paneled is the model dining room; all of the old (German drinking halls that are handed down to us in literature and painting are surrounded entirely with this practical protection. And so, possibly with these panel forms of designing in mind, the paper hanger is embued with this spirit of patchwork, but his labors are undertaken with no clear idea of motive. We have seen panels where marbleized papers were used with good effect, and the introduction of anaglypta is always safe in certain forms and for certain purposes. But nothing is more out of place than a conglomerate confusion of patchy flowers and borders pasted into shapes with a view to bo artistic. The main thing in »he ornamentation of a room is to express the purpose of a room. Bright colors for the youthful, and dark and subdued colors for the elderly or studious. Consider the use of a room; if a playroom or smoking room, light and dainty shades would be out of place, and the darker shades would be more appropriate and more durable. In the papering of every wall several considerations must be respected, "i invariably," said a pratical decorator the other day, "use a dado where there are children. I was brought to this way of thinking by the despairing cry of one of my customer* who was selecting for a house papers and colors that would not show finger marks: •For I have four delightful children,' said she, 'who will insist on putting their hands on the wall-paper.' If ever a woman was made happy, she was with the suggestion I made that she should use some papers like ana- glypta or pantasote, which is a clover imitation of leather, and run it as a dado alon" her halls and stairways, where marks are most prevalent, and above it exorcise her fancy free." Thus, when a dado becomes defaced, it is an easy matter to replace it by another. That's one of its advantages. The German merchant marine stands next to that of England, In 1889, the latest year for which figures have been published, German vessels made 66,- 88i voyages, carrying 21,898,522 to»8 i cargo, WIT AID HUMOR. There is a wide difference in horsd sense and horse talk.- Galvcston Ncute. "Were you upset by the bank fail* nre?" "Yes. I lost my balance."— Life. The old age we are taught to reverence never dyes its beard.— ^C/MSO« Globe. An argument results from the collision of two trains of thought.— Washington Star. The desirability of bonds depends on whether you hold them or they hold y ou . — Indianapolis Aeivs. An agricultural bit: Nothing ever nips the divorce or elopement crops. — Philadelphia Inquirer. A great many people who claim that the shoe does not fit them howl because it pinches.— Alchison Globe. The chimney swallow ought to out- ily all other birds, for it is Imtched in flue. — Jiinghnmton Republican. Don't speak lightly of the graduate; he knows a great deal that you have forgotten. — Eimira Gazette. He — "No one can understand 'what the wild waves are saying.'" She— "Of course not. The ocean is so very deep." —N. Y. Herald. "What is so rare as steak well done?" said the June poet sadly to himself as he contemplated the ill-cooked meat. —Philadelphia Record. * Wholesale Jeweler— "You say you've had experience as a diamond-dealer?" Applicant — "Yes; I used to run a faro bank. " — Jeweler* 1 Weekly. "Binks is the brightest man I know." "Does he say sharp things?" "No; but you ought to hear him keep still when he has a chance to say them."— Eimira Gazette. "Woman possesses one good quality that is entirely lacking in the average man." "What is that?" "She always returns a borrowed umbrella." — N. ¥. Press. Harry — "Blow it/, proved to his wife that he didn't marry her for money." Jack— "How?" Harry— "To show her how little he cared for it, he spent every cent she had." -Truth. The average man devotes his engagement to wishing he was rich enough to have a nice home for !iis wife and in spending what money lie has on nonsense for her. — Atchinon Globe. Satan — "Who are those two new arrivals?" Asmodeus — "The 'didn't- know-it-was-loaded ! fool and the 'rock- the-boat.' fool." Satan— "Give them nice front rooms." — N.- ¥. Herald. The official title of the Governor of Rhode Island is Captain-General of Rhode Island and Providence Plantations. The title runs out of the State into deep water. — Texas Sif'tinys. "The way to succeed," said the rich philosopher, "is to begin right, my boy." "I suppose you mean" that 1 should have been born rich, as you were," said the young man. — Boston Post. Old Gentleman — "Don't you think it is cruel to .shut up a bird in a little cage like that?" Little Girl— "O, I don't know. I have a pretty good time, and 1 live in a flat."— .V. Y. Weekly. Little Sadie— "O, Uncle Harry, Miss Brown and Mr. Swift are in the "parlor, and she has her head on liis shoulder." I'ncle Harry — "Thai's all right. She has a lien on him." — Kute ±<'i,-.id^ Wash- t n</to/i. "I usually judge a .man," said the philosoph -I', "by what his near neighbors say of him. If the most of them roundly abuse him, you can depend on his having considerable individuality." Journal. "A gentleman." .said the philosopher, "a true gentleman may be ill-lined as a man who can buy air.ilher man a cigar without wondering whether the other man will ever return the co-Mplimunt." Journal. "What, is the name of thai, lady who sneezed so much?" he asked. "I don't know," replied his sister; "she soema very intense." "I should say she was intense, she's a grass widow with the hay fever."— Washington Star, "Where do you think old Gotrox will go when he dies?" "If he continues in the same course as hero he will put in one-seventh of his time in heaven and the other six-sevenths— or— ah— else- w here. " — Indianapolis Journal. Toto stands in ecstatic contemplation in front of an India-rubber warehouse. "Mamma, say, what's that?" "That is a diver's costume." "Oh, 'do buy me one, mammy, dear." "What for?" "For when you wash me!"— La Tribune. "Why do you put the bracketed word -laughter' after those jokes in Depew's speech?" "Because they're funny. What should they put?" "Why, Puck, Judge, or Truth, or whatever other source Chauncey got 'em from " —Truth. i, ?f?,? r T," Do J ' on run J' our house ^ Ol ^ « Frank -" N °; ni )' wlfo runs *»• fc> BPl X ol> T" Ah ' * 80u -y<>» run tho othce." l<rank-»No, the janitor runs that." Pryor-"Wl.at in thunder do the inference ot her remarks *,enough—she said if I WB « ?u t* Little Bobby goni 1 to have a Mamma-"0h, you to do?" much. They is of sixteen boys stand on top." Proud father — "Mamma, the boys is circus. May I act?" I suppose so. What are Little Bobby— "Nothin 1 goin' to have a pyramid an' all I has to do is to Good Xews. -"We've had twins in a f ---.... ^w*»ui W44O , J. U U UUIJ ' I beat that,sin"' J.ittle man (who hadn't spokeu before) r "Well, 1 uon't know about that. My wife presented me he other day with triplets, and three of a kind beat two pair, don't they?"— Jj't/C, * Smith—"I was sorry to hear,Brown, that you had failed in business'' Brown-"Yes, I otrugglod hard, but! lost everything, save my honor, thank upo, ami tho property 1 W ns wii &*^™"l*to^ on earth she might Boston Courier. Bulfinch-'-How are aa ^. M his wife getting alomr T at Wooden-Al doVtkXS, JgR you askP" Bulfinch—"0 noth' when they got married thev U/' those mottoes, 'God Uloss Our t in tho^itting-room; and now ho up in his smoking-room with M as Possible 1 written underneatif Boston Courier, atl1 "Papa," inquired a Detroit stm .v hat sort of stone is wooden "I never heard of any stone lib replied the father, "and I don't you ever did." "Yes 1 did, too, sisted the boy. "I heard tho nL* say in his sermon that the heathej their blindness bowed down to ZL stone. You'd better go to diZl,' guess."— Detroit Free Press. ' "Nonsense," remarked Synnek isn't love that makes people ml It's flattery, rank flattery. The 1 is pleased because the woman toot fancy to the inferior a bein» as h knows himself to be, and the D \ VOtt J vanity is tickled for a precisely stall, reason. In a word,each loves theotk for showing poor taste in choosine mate."— Boston Transcript. 6 "I like your imported Havana ciga very much, but you must let me Ea them a little cheaper," said a Tex tobacconist to a drummer of a N< York tobacco firm. "Wu can't do It, am otTcring you these imported Hava cigars at the same figures thatwoha to pay the firm that niamifactm them, and they bought their Connec cut tobacco when it was cheaper th it is now."— Texas liftings. TERROR OF THE VENDETTA, Corslcan Feuds Tulton Up by Fnmllleii Curried On for Years. The cross is a threat of death, a the Corsican who finds it drawn up his door knows that he must look no quauter. In decrees forbidilii the carrying of arms in certain ill triers, exception is officially made the case of persons notoriously cue d'inimitie. The vendetta neit sleeps nor knows where it mayst It is not confined to two persons, ' quarrel of individuals are taken up whole families. Not oven collate branches are exempt, and women m take their chances with the men. dead, the National Review says, vengo is more artistically compl when the blow falls upon the beauti and gifted. In 1856 one Joseph toine injured a girl named Sanfranc Thirty years passed and the story i forgotten, but on August 14, 1886, nephew of Sanfranohi encounte Antoine on perhaps the first occas he had ventured far from hishou He shot the man down like a dog. Threatened persons remain shut for months, or even years, in th houses, built, as all Corsican lion are, like a fortress. If they wish lo out for a moment to breathe thefr air on the threshold, a scout goes fore and reconnoiters. In tho disli of Sartene bands of armed men sometimes mot with in the road. 1 a man en inimitie traveling fromi village to another. The vendetta tweon the llocc-hini and the Tafan suited in the death of eleven pers and the execution of one of theprii pal criminals. In this extraonlin; case two entire families took to maquisand waged a guerrilla war on each other; each in turn was aii by the gendarmers, who hail made graceful alliance with bandits in or to effect their arrest. Contrary to custom, some oft! bandits became brigands. As a i persons outside their quarrel are mi molested by thorn. They are me: outlaws. The Itocchini who was" lotined in 1888 (the first exccutioi many years) boasted that lie waso 22 and"had killed seven persons* his own hand. Confident of » prievc, he continued to regard him as a hero until this* day of liisoxe lion. When all hope was gone, lies into the most abject state of cowaro which lasted until tho end. Locusts On Tlieii- Travels, i Tho British consul in Mogador ra tions in his last report that while an excursion inland, about a journey from Mogador, lie met flij of locusts. He says it was an aston ing and interesting, though w sight, tho air being in some parts thick with them that they forme] dense, living brown fog.through vri he could hardly find his way, they go completely covered the gn" that tho utmost caution was nee 1 "" in walking.as he could not toll ffl he was treading on soft saarii slippery rock, or what. Many fea-Jted on the insects, including flights of gulls from the sea; an" evidently enjoyed their share, the middle of tho densest swi stuv a lino rod fox dancing about i«j most frantic manner, leaping "P snapping dozens of the locusts '" ttir, until seeing the stranger. M denly dropped on all fours and <F vanished in tho live fog. Not did the barbel got their sl" u ; a ',,, novel food (the" consul used the W successfully as bait for theni),W» of tho fish of the Atlantic were ' gorged with* locusts which nan blown off tho lana by easterly »' As usual, they were oxtonsivelv » by the native populatum,botli««" modan and Jewish. . Troo-OHinbins P'S' An aceonnt of a tree-climbingl comes from Australia. i° r ' A \' * of years wild pigs have Heen,.' ous in Queensland, and the that the common .pig has I partly by necessities of lli into the variety discovered- feet are furnUhod with I" but tho hind ones with upon each hoof. Thu tail W 1 a foot lung, and eurL'd uve 6. Over 7J,JJ),JJ» weekly iu tho town of ou»tershire, whm'o ueedlu iaoturicu i-i tttyd.

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