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MA'DCAP. —or— STORY OF A SIN. "BY HELfeiM B. MATHERS.:JD&SV MOIRES, AGONA. IOWA. WEDNESDAY, Hufc n bright light shining from a Cdttago attracted his attention, and he drew near the window, meaning to look in, when it gave hirri a turn to see close beside him a man who held a pistol pointed at something, or somebody in- eide.the room. He got behind him anel looked in. AAvqman, areal beauty—was Bitting just inside, and seemed to have dropped asleep in her chair; she had on something loose and white, and looked ns happy as a new-born babe. He was just lifting his hand to knock the.pistol from the man's hand, wh™ the latter dropped it by his side, and Without looking round, or perceivin" him, moved away. " He didn't follow—whore was tho pood? Thought it was a bitof jealousy belike, and it's ill work meddling between a man and his woman. Thought no more of it till the; gypsies said a Avornan bad been murdered that night at Lovel, and blamed himself for not having run after the man who had been prac-ticing-likc, as it seemed, when witness saw him, but Inter on had come back, and actually killed her. The tramp's face was a study of amazement and disbelief when he'was told that no murder was committed in Bynge Lane that night, and that the woman he hud seen threatened, steiod in the dock Imfon him on the charge of havimr murdered the mistress of the Heel Hall, over a mile distant. i The tramp stared stupidly, then exclaimed that it was "mortal queer." For his own par j his shouldn't wonder if tho man he'd seen practicing at murder hadn't gone up to the Hall, and done it in sober earnest—ono woman being very like another, and having once got his hand in, perhaps ho wasn't particular as to his game, so long as he brought down something. Asked if he thought he could recognize the man again, and requested to glance round the court in 'search of him (for by now it was fairly lit), the tramp's gaze wandered vaguely over the sea of faces, anel ho shook his head. He was sorry he had comeback, lie said—he had done no good—and in future he Avould let bis conscience slide, for it brought him more plague than profit. At the conclusion of his evidence, the court adjourned until the following day at ten o'clock, and rapidly emptied, the prevailing impression of astonishment being too keen to permit of more than mere broken exclamations. Not even by the following morning would the revelations of that day be fully digested. As Mr. Eyre left the court, he came face to face with the tramp, who lingered, scanning the features of those who cume out. "Have you ever seen me before, my manV" said Mr. Eyre, who stood in a . strong light. Tlie tramp looked hard at him, then away. "I" couldn't see his face," he said, sullenly; "but you're about his height. 15ut what was her that's murdered, to you?" "My wife." The man lifted his shoulders suddenly—he had got a clew. Over-much love, or over-much hate, these Avere the causes of half the murders upon earth, especially between husbands and wives. As Mr. Eyre passed on, some one behind leaned forward, and whispered in tho tnimp's ear. CHAT-TER VI. "How did Hosier Clarke's counsel Fr-t tvll that extraordinary evidence toe-other in her favor?" exclaimed Frank, when with Mr. Eyre they stood waiting for the horses without. "0! I told him'" said Mr. Eyre, carelessly. "When I left you at the inn, I caii-'ht him in the very nick of time, and tolel him every circumstance, including all you'd told mo—everything that I could'remember, todarnnmysell, and-clear her. In short, I coached him, laid stress on myself as a villain; not that'there is a chance of saving her, but she shall have fair-play. And, upon my word, the defense was ingenious; that attempt to fix the murder on me was an inspiration that deserves suc- 1 Jut Frank shook his head; he felt that tho popular indignation was violently excited against Mr. Eyre, and by no means felt sure of the issue of the '"'•Strange that I did not see the man in Synge Lane that night," said Mr. Evro, abruptly, as they rode away; "for I aid think of killing the woman. Ihe demon at murder was abroad that night; but it slew tho innocent, not the guilty. Frank, plunged deep into a tragedy at war with his whole nature, remained silent. There seemed no light any- Avliere, and he had a dreadful consciousness of something unexplored-terr it> e —in Mr. Eyre's breast that forbade C °The°t'wo'parted, as usual, at the gates of the Towers; but Mr. Byre did not on this occasion immediately climb lie steep path that led to the Hall he turned aside, and sought the churchyard, in which all that was best in him lay. Ho tethered his horse without, and entered it in the murky darkness ot a chill November night, and finding his w y by instinct to that narrow dwelling- pi ace of her body, he kneeled down bo- 8i Ashe stretched out his arms to the colel sod, they met some human substance that made him recoil. , But the next moment he advanced, Madcap might be as irreparable an ona to others as himself. When he walked into the nursery dripping with the November nM,t-' dews and the two children nestled°beneath his cloak. Josephine started un in tear; though when he had "iven them over to her, he departed without a word or look to that part of tlie house in which he had dwelt with Madcap . But Josephine, giving back the b.ibo into the arms of its affrighted uurs», who tor hours had sought it, bade the woman guard it better in future, since the master, of the house had chosen to recognize its existence; then Avith a shuddering glance around, put up her hand to those magnificent plaits of hair Which had imperceptibly increased in bulk during the last fortnight. A superb crown of plaits on woman's head could scarcely hideavisiblo secret, vet it was curious that even at ni"ht Josephine did neit unfasten them, but at dawn, and with locked doors, rose to dress her.hair for the day. "An-1 fool I, DuutU, no tneo? n vir. joy Irom thought at aim'se^'som.thrngtlmt struggled out of his grasp, crying passionate y— '•She isn't yours; she's mine! It was Donne's voice that s P° k ,W'f. Mr. Eyre struck a light lie saw his fnst- borii standin" at a few paces distant, clutclilng something white and shadowy to his boyish breast. • A sudden thrill told Mr, Byie.that this was Madcap's baby, «» ftuia or whom he had "ever thought til ov,, and as the wax-light died out dak ness he strode forward, and "ulo mfc that little bundle from Dou o b a ns folded it within his cloak, and tmnul At half past ten o'clock next morning (in a court so inconceivably crowded that more than one woman fainted, and several slight accidents occurred), there being no witnesses to be called on behalf of the prisoner, the Judge proceeded to sum dp- the evidence at considerable length. Having laid stress on the prisoner's evident wish to avoid baina s.'en at the lied Hall on the night of tho murder, ho drew attention to the positive proof of her having entered Mrs. Eyre's room, that the scrap of torn clothing afforded; to tho fact of the bloodstained knife that undoubtedly committed the crime being found in her possession; to her extraordinary silence (save for an involuntary cry of terror when, confronted by the gardener), and her disappearance from tho neighborhood for tho space of two days and nights. Tho defense set up by her counsel he would characterize us an ingenious theroy that there was, unfortunately not one jot or tittle of evidenee to support; as a sketch of what might have happened it was effective, but as the jury had to deal with facts, not guesses, the sooner they forgot that little bit of romance-reading the better. The evidence of the tramp was another matter, and indirectly in her favor, as it pointed to the existence of some hitherto unsuspected person, who had gained access to Mrs. Eyre's room that night; though it was inconceivable, if such were the case, that the prisoner should so immediately obtain possession of the instrument of the murder, and preserve so indexible a silence as to the inhuman deed committed on a lady she proteased to. have deeply loved. The jury must not permit themselves either to be influenced in her favor by the fact that she had for months resided in the village, and made not attempt to poison Mrs. Eyre's mind against her husband. Mr. Eyre had assured them that she had distinctly threatened to harm his wife on the very day of the murder; though motives of policy, and. doubtless, some regard for her reputation, had hitherto kept her silent, since she had all. to lose, and nothing to gain, by declaring the truth. The Judge's summing-up lasted some twenty minutes longer, Dut Wcas distinctly unfavorable to the prisoner; possibly because he saw that more than half of the jurymen were strongly prejudiced in her favor. At a quarter to twelve they retired, and the Judge left his seat to read the morning papers, half hoping that Mr. Eyre might; join him; for, as a man, his sympathy wa entirely with liis old .friend, whom ho did not consider more guilty than oth ers, though decidedly more unfortunate. But Mr. Eyre, in obedience to a scribbled note from the Duchess, had .gone round to where she sat, and, in the grasp of her hand, met the first cordia support lie had known for days. The Duchess's heart had thrilled at the evidence of Mr. Eyre's positive hatred of the prisoner; he had not been so cold to her, and Madcap was dead. The Duke received him coldly. ter's behavior in the dock had producet a prof'ounded impression on him, as on many others. lie thought that ir nobility slieshowed almostequally witl Frank; and his whole soul went fortl in admiration to the young fellow whose self-sacrilicy, heroically persisted in to the last, had ensured Madcap's happiness to the very end. .. Air. Eyve conversed on indiltsront tonics, asking some particulars as t< theDnko's shooting, and inquiring o the Duchess what' might be her plans- for the winter. She thought him very little altered bj his loss, knowing that strong exe:!..e mi-lit, and a certainty that Hester wouli be found guilty, and Madcap avenged sustained him. , Tne lirst shock to this conviction eanu when tho jury, at the end of halt ai hour, re-entered the court. The Judge resumed Ins seat. Mr Eyro unconsciously clinched his ban hand till blood sprang from the linger nails, as the clerk put the usual ques tion to the foreman of— '•Guilty, or not guilty <"' "We can't agree." "Then you may retire," sain tn Judge, "and the prisoner be removed aiid'brought up again for sentence — and angrily jerking his robes about him he withdrew. . Mr Evre stood rigid, then, exclaim ing, "Dolts! fools!— they can't hesitate! left' the Duchess without a word, Meanwhile Frank, who had caugh from Hester, in the very act of remova a look impossible to be misunderstood had left the court, aAd, after some difficulty succeeded in obtaining an interview with her, limited to one quarter ° lie found her walking swiftly to and fro, and was shocked at the haggardness of the face she turned- upon him as hi entered. ' . . 41T "Thev're hesitating!" she said; "I didn't think they would-but they may ' re, bring me in guilty, and it's best to tare, it only it seems harder than I reckoned on; ind there's her baby up there and no mother to tend it-ami if 1 ' iies;at my door/for Uiew^kedwc.^ "'But at a little distance ho heard a stilled cry, and paused to.lisfceu- , "Motliorl mother! y°« ™ ked ™ rtef ^ kind to the baby, to take o,u<M>t uu, i j n 'i i .*.. J..l-,in liar JIAvHV —illH Sri, and she wmild have wished me to stop. I .think y° u glfl???;,,^ f "illy. when you've loved some one parly, and had a misunderstanding mh her, and made it up again, and issed one another, could you find it in our heart to kill her?" said Hester, vith quivering lips. "I didn't mean to peak; I'm just working it out—my yickedness in saying what I did to him: he'd be alive now may be but for that." "What did yon say to him?" cried rank, seizing her arm; a horrible fear orn of her looks and words, turning im pale as ashes. She tore herself way, and fell face downward on the ow pallet upon which she and Janet, hrough so many miserable hours, had at side by side. "I can't speak." she said at last; "I roke my word to her once, but I'll ever break the last vow I swore to her, hat I'd never harm any thing she loved; nd I never will; I'd rather die than tell ven him, much less you, the truth bout the murder." "Then you know?" he said, scarcely reathing as he looked at her. "After all, it's best to die," said Heser, in the same tone; "she won't tor- neut ino with questions—for she doesn't :now—she never shall,"—her voice roppcd. "But there's Janet, she'll aiss my letters—and if tho worst comes, ou'll see that no one tells her." Footsteps approached, the brief in- erview was nearly ended. As she sat rect and covered up her face, the door peued, and the turnkey appeared in he aperture. It was the same man who bad admit- ed Mr. Eyre to that interview with anet that the condemned woman had emanded, and something familiar in he huddled up figure on the pallet, in Crank's expectant attitude as he turned way, smote the man's dull memory in- o life, lie glanced back curiously at Tester as he locked tho door upon her. There was a terrible question in Frank's ,yes when next they met those of his riend, to which Mr. Eyre did not re- ipond. "What is it, Frank?" he said; "are pou afraid these, fools will take ven- jeunce out of our hands after all? They laren't do it. or I'd move heaven and jartb to reverse their decision. This laud," he added, looking at it, "it's clean yet, but I. won't answer for its leeds if she lives, while Madcap is dead." The day wore on, drew to its close, and the jury did not return. Locked into a small room, without ire, food, or candle—not having tasted iood since morning—they passed the weary hours in striving to convince one another. Six were of one opinion, six of the opposite; the former half dozen being guided by the Judge's summing up, and a, profound respect for Mr. Eyre, the latter six by a variety of opinions, that included detestation of Mr. Eyre's moral character; pity and admiration for the accused; a strong suspicion that Digges bad been too lightly released; a dark conviction that Mr. Eyro was the murderer himself, and that it was be whom the tramp had seen in Syuge Lane; all these being reasons, supplemented by an emphatic one from the twelfth juror (who bad lost a beloved wife in; childbirth last year), that it was not murder at all, but one of those natural deaths to whioh women succumb by the thousand every year, with no great fuss or outcry over the bitterest tragedy that life can furnish. Perhaps the argument ot the last juror, though, weakest in itself, produced most effect on the opposing six, who were all married men,' and hint more than once gone through the dread and peril of seeing a beloved life at stake. By degrees, first one was won over to the merciful side, then another; but the incorruptible one turned out to be a butcher, impervious alike to fear, cold and hunger, who, slapping his mighty thigh, declared that when facts are on your side, you don't need hysterics to convince people; and for his part, he was not going to be taken in by a lawyer chap, who sniveled with one eye, and winked at one's greenness with the other. Possibly when eleven men set themselves (at their very keenest, through hunger and cold) to persuade one man, and he a butcher, to whom eleven excellent customers are a matter of consideration, the result may be forecast; but it fell with the force of a thunderbolt on the court, when at nine o'clock the jury returned. As the jury entered, the prisoner appeared from "the cells below, the clerk rose to ask if the jury were agreed, to which the foreman replied by a nervous but distinct. "Not guilty." A profound silence followed these words; then gradually a faint hum undo itself audible through the court, that rapidly swelled to a swift, on-rolling wave of applause, that had reached its height when it was discovered that Mr. Eyi'e and Hester Clarke had, simultaneously disappeared. , of his own tenants that Mr.-Eyre received a blow on the head that, at the tiin:', he scarcely even noticed. Ih reached his horse at last, mounted it, and rode slowly home. Frank found him. ii quarter of "an hour later, sitting in his wife's room, lie was pulseless and cotel, blood oozing from a fracture of the skull. , For a month Frank never left him, but on tho first day that Mr. Eyre was able to ask a ratio'nal question, he inquired for his friend, lie was told that Lord Lovel had set out an hour ago for abroad, and that his return was uncertain. On Mr. Eyre asking if he had left no message, ho was told there was none; but a few days later a sealed letter Ayas placed in bis hand. The handwriting was Frank's. "(iod help you!" it ran. "1'kuow the truth,, I)o not attempt to follow me. I will never, of my own t'reo will, look upon your face nguln. I-'IIANIC LOVEI,." * * * * * * * Mr. Eyre read this letter through and through, then asked if Hester Clarke had left the village, and was told that she had done so oh the day succeeding her acquittal. lie then sent for Job, who came unwillingly, and denied all knowledge of his master's movements; and this'was true enough, for Frank had left the place in a state bordering on madness, and with no idea of his future plans. A week later, Mr. Eyrn having set his house in order, and made all arrangements for a lengthened absence, departed from the Red Hall, no one knew whither; though as years passed, anil neither of the men returned, it was conjectured that they were together, seeking, in a life of perpetual adventure, to escape tho memory of tho woman they had both so deeply loved. But those who know Mr. Eyre well said that his story was not half done, nor the tragedy of Madcap's death yet played out to its bitter end; and these waited, with a breathless expectancy that even time could not dull, for the lifting of tho curtain upon the last scene. 1 And, meanwhile, two unconsidered, fresh young lives were growing up at the Red Hall, but there way no living HOW GEN. SEDW1CK DIED. soul to tell Mr. Eyro that, if he had laid one treasure beneath tho sod, there existed for him other priceless ones above i* *" THE END. COUNTERFEITING GEMS. Glass the Haas of imitation— Koul (i 1'riumuuu <irtillcitill.r» "The finest Imitation diamonds are made out of rock crystal," said u Washington dealer hi precious stones. "The basis of the most successful counterfeits. of all kinds of gems is a pure, very dense and highly transparent sort of glass, which is termed 'paste' in tho trade. For false diamonds this glass is simply cut and polished hi facets, while for imitating other stones, such as rubies, emeralds, sapphires, etc., metallic oxides are used with it. "In manufacturing glass for such purposes the processes employed haA'e to be conducted -"with tuu utmost nicety. For malting even the best mirrors the necessary silicia is obtained from ordinary white quartz, while common window panes are produced from sou sand to a large extent; but, in this case, rock crystal is substituted, composing about 50 per cent, .of the ingredients of the pa,ste. To it must be added 22 per cent, of carbonate of soda mid due proportions of calcined borax, saltpbtro and red lead. All these things are reduced ~to the finest powder, mixed, fused together by heat in a crucible and cooled slowly"The density, transparency and beauty, of tlTe plate depend upon the care CHAPTER VIII. "Ilutitwns'even ihoii, my companion, my guide iiiul mine olili'iunilinrl'riLMuV The prison doors were open; Hester might walk out of them at her will, and with some vague idea of rest beyond, she had turned, and groped her way out, instinct guiding her to tho great door that gave egress to the courtyard. She did not know that without' was assembled a vast crowd that reflected the division of opinion within, one half of them believing her guilty, though acquitted; the other, and rougher portion, to whom she had become the idol of the hour, being equally certain of her innocence. A hoarse shout of welcome rent the air as she appeared in the doorway, and, dazed and trembling, gazed outward at the sea of faces upturned to her; and hesitating to plunge into it, did not perceive how Mr. Eyre himself stood behind her. "My friends," said Hester, and stretched out her two thin hands imploringly, "I have dwelt among you, and you have known me, and'that I am innocent of this crime." "Innocent!" said a terrible voice in her ear; and she shrank back to see Mr. IJyre, cloaked and spurred, standing be- siile her, his eye gathering wrath and coldness as he glanced contemptuously at the crowd before.him, As he spoke, a mingled' storm of execration and welcome arose, and grew louder as the two tides of popular 1'eel- in" inet with a rush and a roar that boded mischief both to accuser and accused. "Lst ma pass, my men," said Mr. Eyre, as he pushed IMS way out; and some imide way, but others came ttjronging aljout him with threatening looks; and he found himself pushed, hustled, tossed this-way and that, his strength a mere nothing against the solid weisht of the masses around him. It would be ditlioult to say who struck the first blow.or hurled the firstmissjU}, but in a few miuutes, the cQMrtorard. ww 'turned i«K> a writing mps,pf4u|urj taken in these processes. Thus mndo, it is all ready to be cut up into diamonds and prepared for make!:. It may he, however, that the manufacturer desires to produce counterfeit gems of other sorts. If, so, he has the means readily at hand. Supposing that he wants rubles, ho fuses with paste a small quantity of peroxide of manganese and a trace of Cassius purplo, which will give th'e proper color. For emeralds, ho employes in like manner oxide of iron, and for sapphires oxide of cobalt. "Topaz is easily foVriio'rt in tlio crucible by mixing with 1,000 pnrts of paste- forty parte of glass of antimony and one part of Cassius purple. For nifmii- factnring other kind* of goms theiv arc methods equally shr.plo. Of course 1 , none of those imitation precious stones have the chemical constitution, hardness, specific gravity or optical properties of real ones. Accordingly, thoiv falseness- is readily perceived by an export. Inasmuch as the elements of which various goms arc composed arc well known, synthetic chemistry has attempted to produce them by putting tho ingredients together and effecting crystallisation in the laboratory. In this iway largo masses of what might be termed true rubles and sapphires are turned out artificially, such gom- like material having some usefnlne.-ss for industrial purposes, although lacking the brilliancy of nature's products. "For my own part I am confident tliat sooner or later some, if not all, of the stones deemed precious will be> reproduced by artifice. The chemists who have hitherto confined their attention to taking things apart arc beginning to learn liow fo put them together. All tlie gems are very simple in composition, nnel tho problem is moroly to make their elements crystallize' properly. In all such knowledge science has made but. little progress as yot. Wo do not oven know for what reason ono substance is transparent while another is opaque, thotigh presumably there is some relation betjwoen tho nrrangomont of the molecules in tho transparent body and the length of tho light wavos which, in the case of tho transparent body, permits the letter to pass through." The True Story of Illi Killing Told in Print for tlf first Mi-.no. N. Y. Press:— The Ninth Corps, under Burnsule, lay on the left of the Sixth Corps, under the brave Gen. John Sedgwick. His sterling worth was combined jvith on almost feminine modesty, and he never posed for public applause; but his achievement at Salem Church, above ttedericksburg, Avheu he fought Lee's victorious troops for live hours with a single corps, and then safely transferred his men across the rlvov under the flre of the rebel guns, was not surpassed in. the four years. But, alas! his cool bravery only served him once, as a martyr. His corps was ordered to move from the right to the left toward North Anna Itlver, passing the Ninth Corps to tho real- of it. The Avritor was with otheis commanding tho picket lino. Located immediately in our front, in the arms of a largo oak that roso above the second growth of timber that w:l skirted with our pickets, who wore in skirmish lilies., was a sharpshooter, wlu: had played deadly havoc on the lines ol both tho Sixth and Ninth Corps, deal hid death to every ollicer especially who came within range. 1 had been ob- ligeel all day to avoid his aim by hugging closo to the lino timber just back of our line. Gen. Sedgwick had been examining Ms rotito of march, which must be made In the night, when he came through .the open pine woods where I was. Scciug him approach an open space he was warned of tho danger. He smilingly replied: "Captain, have you been out here so long that your knees arc wen-kV Can we not dislodge tho reb with a shell? Let me see." Hiding out to where the view was clear, he halted his horse,, lifted his Held glass to his eyes and sat thus perhaps a half niunlte, when his sight went out forever. One of tho sharpshooter's rnuile balls shrieked across the open and pierced his forehead. His death was instantaneous. During the elay, an Indian, named Silverheels, belonging to the artillery, was shot on the skirmish line. His tent mate, named Rattlesnake, was much bereft at the loss. He AVUS close by when Gen. Sedgwick ,'i'ell. He was u great lover of Sedgwick, who hud made him several presents for his dangerous service. Coming to where I was, Ilattlcsuako said: "Too mush! Too mush, dut! He die or me die," pointing to tho sharpshooter. Covering himself with pine boughs, he- .ventured cautiously into tho open field, stood still .like a bush when the reb was firing on tlie Ninth Corps, moving ; swiftly when lias gun spouted toward the Sixth. Almost breathlessly 1 • gladly saw him enter the woods. A IV w moments only and the crack of the rille in the tree ceased forever, and Sodg\yl(sk and Silverheels were revenged. Ono long, stilled rifle shot down low in the 1 woods was all that came to our cars, Jtuttlcsnuke reappeared, proud, erect, fearless ami hastened to me. His hands were red In. spots; so was his bosom. I was afraid he had been wounded himself. He only said slowly, , nnel in bad English: i "Major he no want scalp," alluding to ; the commander of our battalion. | I said, "All, no! that too muchy like Injun." He said, "No more shooty Sedgwick. 1 ' He had n. Spencer rifie and 100 rounds of new cartridges. He told, with many gesticulations, IIOAV he had crept to Avithin a few feet of tho tree, took deadly dim, and then said, "Drop dat shooter." The rebel dropped his gun anA his cartrides. T^hen ho jumped to the ground and offered to go anywhere. Ilattlcsnakc examined him to see that ho had no other weapons and then said: "Get, go." The sharpshooter Avas not long in obeying After he had gone a little Ava.v the Indian cried out: "Hc'llo, reb; halt!" The reb stopped and turned when Katllesuake said "Sedgwick,". and the Khurjishoolur's doiidly Aveirlc was eneleel. I always had my suspicions as to how that blood came on his shirt bosen.'i, but I do not know. One tiling Is' certain, l^itlli'snake; did not go to the hospital for niiv 'wound to be; dressed. nnn nature which, carried number of minor "characters,' background of his larger pieccs! is no need to give examples of t iise-nting by-plny. Their name Is l r but the tmttlnef of them in, the lnce>, parentheses in which they are ins the; side-steps he runs out of his subject to make, tho incursions off road into tho Avild country, account n groat, elenl of tlie obscurity with, slothful pei-sous have charged him, and if they are not quite good art, ore at least of extraordinary interest. TVstlni? fmvs. A late Issue of the Rural New Yorkeir contains the report of a visit made by" tho etlltor to tho daily farm of Vico President Morton, where a large herd of Guernseys are kept and fancy sweet cream butter is made for private ctis*. lomcrs hi cities. The superintendent stated that the milk of every cow Is weighed at milking time, nnel on the first ami fifteenth of every month the milk of every cow is te>st:eel to deter 1 mine the per eonr. of butter fat. Instead of making a test of only a single milking, however, a complete sample Is taken. This Is done by using a. pipette holding only onivelghUi as much as tlie one used in taking Ihe sample for-the Babcoek test, anel taking a sample of eight consecutive mllklngs, pouring thorn Into ;i pipette of the usunl size, and when tills is full tho test is made. This is a igoeiel plan, but unusual care would huvo to be used In taking the samples, us with such a small pipette there woulel be eonsielerable danger of error. We think 'Professor Patrick's plan for a composite test Ls better. Tills simply consists In placing a small amount of milk from ench milking Into a Mason fruit jar, using a pinch of corrosive sublimate to keep it SAveet until It is ready to be tested.. NOTES OF WOMEN. In!crust, to tho Soux, Uriel' rur:i|>riipliH of Kulr S«*x. Lady Burton is at present engaged on a life of her husband, which she hopes to have ready early next year, or possibly next Christmas. She in- tenels to bo. her.own publisher. Since ! her husband's death she has taken up her residence at Horllako, Avithin a, ' stone's throw of the cemetery attached I to tho Itomnn 'Catholic church, whore ' Sir ItlchnnV Burton Is burled. j The English magasdnc woman' pro• pounds as a question for competitive [ answers: "Would you rather many a , man whom you efciircly love but Avhse love for you you fe not sure of, or. a [ man Avho entirely loves you but Avhose loA'O you do not tliorougly reciprocate ?" And the editor of the Woman's Tribune answers it Yankee fashion, by pro-' pounding another: "Would you rather, lie or steal." i A dispatch from Soerparta, one of the principal places in the 'Island of .Tuva, tells of a thrilling occurrence that happened tliere recently. It seems that 1 Morel, a Avell known prhna donna, AVI ' singing before a large and auellenco. Tho spell bound sllence^-^ .j. rap- turcous applause,' i« u at the feet of the bowing and scaling singer, the curtain Avas about to fall for tho third and last time, wlicn suddenly llio.j actress threw up her honels Avith shriek anel fell foijwarel on her face and died In full view of the audience. Tho dispatch does not say Avhat she died of. Miss Mary Wilkins is extremely fond of quant ornaments and rare articles from far-off countries. Among her treasures Is a triple necklace of South Sea shells in Avhich the colors of the ralnbojw play at hide and seek. She is an orphan and has apartments in the house of a friend. Telephone operators In Belgium, many of whom are girls, arc required, nw that the government has absorbed the business, to pass an examination in Momish, French, German and lOngllsh. They must also ha.ve a gewel knowledge e>[ geography and be able to draw a complete map of Europe. BROWNING'S LOVE OF SOCIETY. :\ ii One Tlie first dally, morning newspaper Avns tho daily Courant published in London. Tfm 'South Sea Islan46rs make an. toxicatvug drinkjfrom, corjn,and * fiSh, •'«, / T ... f ' , V .'iTijulliit! Titlk ll|nm His JOurly i.i'V of the first limes I met BI-OAVII- Hpofurd A. Brooks In the Christian Century, AVUS in the company of a young man of no name anel position Avhatever, and I never remember him more brilliant. He seemed enchanted to talk to us, and tolel of his youthful life when' he AVUS writing "1'aracelsus," of all Hie me;n he then mot, and of Avhat kind they Avoro, anel of all his eloinpis Avllli the actors anel tlie stage Avhen lie was bringing out ".Stral't'ord." As I lis- teneel, I seemed to look Avithin anel to see arranged in his wonderful memory a multitude of subjects anel compositions, as it Avere, of the scenery of human iiiilure; iie>r AVUS I less struck Avith his capacity for bringing forth out of his treasures things new and old, Avhen on a due; of Iris later life, leaning over the balcony of the Hotel Universe at Venice, he> AVUS moved to speak to me of his life in Italy. All that he met lie remembered, and Avhat he remembered he naturally composed, like an artist, into drama, or lyric, or narrative lu his heart. He had hundreds of unwritten-poenu AvltJiIn, and .could use them Avhen am. IIOAV he pleased; and if such mullitud! nous- would have, been, troublesome, fo; retainpio, to Tennyson as (in artist, i was not a' trouble but a stlmulent t ( BroAVjiing. He AVUS master of the man "studies" ho possessed. Ho gained vht'i in his social existence, and if ho had no lived in -thii. continual to-and-fro e hmntin life, AYS should have-lost »• only a,. Jorge numbey-ef those poeir '•- Joiyfc JWfl'W ' Turn About is Fair I'luy. A farmer hired a man to help work tho farm. One 1 summer day when laborers wore scarce, the two were mowing in the fie;kl when several larks ile\v up. 'Look at those big cranes,-" said tho hired man "Those are not cranes, they are only larks," replied tho farmer somewhat surprised. "If you don't, say ihey are cranes I'll knock off work right now," said the hired man. As 1ho farmer could get nobody to take tho hired man's place ho was'ob- liged to yield to the whim of the me-, nlal. "Yes," said tho farmer, "I see that they are cranes, but they are not big cranes they are only half grown crani'S." Tho hired man was satisfied with tlds concession. Some months afterwards the hired man being still in tho employ of tho fanner, the latter sold at dinner ono "day, :is he poured out a glass of water: "Here is.somo very fine boor." "That's not boor, that's only water," MifiT tho hired man. "if you don't say it as boor you can tender your resignation, for- I don't want any offensive partisanship about ho place. Just taste that at once, and '•' you way it is not boer you can quit • '. one 1 ?." • Tlu- hired man knew very well that <o could not got smother situation at Mat timo of tho year, so ho tasted tho -ator and cheerfully endorsed the ad- linisliMtlon saying: "Of conrKO it is boor, but t has not -it much body to it." Is Wide from tlw refuse

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