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)*.'•• ••>.. "vy: ,'<\4* Trf/« lilt' THE tffl?EK MM MOMS; ALGONA, IOWA, JAUttJABY 31. im* "ft? •'. DIVINE WiO world-to ttti by unseen Tlivoiigh darkness, fofti* «ml lu; Man s destiny la not obscure, - .For God In man is right. O'hn Inner Hto iudeod reveals Tho spirit's sovereignty, Jtt every storm, in rrrof, sin, Is God's dtvinltj'. 'A deefcfer lovo than earthly lovS StlJ-s in the human semi: It Hdhts the stars, It vliles tho sol. 2t reigns from pole to polo. <O toother, live for it alono, Nor he deceived by fato. JFdr filto is (3od, niici C4od is ISve, And love is heaven's Rate • —New Yorit Sun. SCARLET FORTUNE, I* ti. it an MAN. CHAPTER IV— CONTINUED. •The result Of tho young lady's 'self-coinmuhings was that she dawdled about her toilet, that she * took an unconscionable long time in dressing, that she hovered over her lunch, and persisted afterwards in 'continuing an animated discussion •with Lord.Gwendale, who was pleased to undhis'dattghter interested in a subject which interested him, and Tor which sho had not shown any previous sympathy. Lady Evelyne resorted, in fact, to a dofcen little schemes, and as many of tho recognized privileges of her sex, for the purpose of avoiding the duchess garden-party, where sho Itnow sho would meet Mr. Maclane. Not that she had taken a sudden dislike to the young man, or had resolved upon a . breach of their engagement, but her volatile mind had •discovered a novel and pleasant attraction, and fluttered around it .-with that delightful indecision, which is the cream of excitement in tho life of a young lady of fashion. It was nearly as enticing as tho lasting of some forbidden fruit. Lady Evelyne knew that her duty bound her to Mr. Machine, and that :no image but bis should obtrude itself on her waking thoughts. There -was something spicily charming «,bout feeling a kind of stolen affection for ono man, whilst, in promise, 'bound to another, which plearsed Lady Evelyne, and made her fingers : tingle with a nearly voluptuous son- nation. Tho marchioness was already waiting in the drawing-room,'dressed for -the garden-party,' when her daughter was still in tho dining-room, con- -versing with her father about mat- •tors for which, at any other time, she would have evinced not .the slightest interest, and the detail .and particulars of which she now seemed most anxious to acquire, Lady Gwendale was a patient lady, -and woll accustomed to her daughter's foibles. When sho found that Lady Evelyno-had made no preparations whatever for the function o -the afternoon, sho ordered her carnage and drove away alono. Evelyno was happy when she found that her strategy was successful. Sho skipped upstairs to hei •own room, and throw horself into an armchair, whence she could look out upon the lawn and tho green trees .beyond,, and.lose herself in a de Hghtful reverie, whilst her maid brushed and kept on brushing hei luxuriant hair. It seemed ontranc ing to her to abandon herself to this day-dream, and a full hour or more passed before the young lady was .aware of the efiluxion of time. Even then it was only a message from Lord Gwendale, which brought hoi to a sense of the everyday common place. My lord, being for the nonce particularly pleased with his daugh tor, sent up to know if she wouk .accompany him in a walk througl the park. It had been so long since the marquis had thus honored ho that sho accepted tho invitation witl .alacrity, and tho balmy summer af tornoon saw the pair among the •crowd of proraenaders by the sido o tho Row. Unlike her father, Lady Evolyn hoastod of a largo circle o •acquaintances, and though sh had hoped to find time, dining the walk, to indulge ir the musings which had proved s pleasant to her earlier in the day her attention was now fully occupied in saluting and returning salutes. .»She stopped to exchange a few words •\vitn my Lady This, or to ask a question or two of my Lady That or, .again to talk banalities with the .young Lord So-and-So, while a continuous smile played around bet- pretty lips. Under tho influence of this airy occupation, her previous purpose vanished into thin haze, and Avas momentarily forgotten, when, on a sudden, at the sight of a young gentleman who was leaning against the . railings, Lady Evelyne's face turned pale, and her heart went pita-pat in an alarum, which-—whether it was painful or pleasant—the young lady knew not. It was a handsome face, bronzed by the sun, and two or three scars gave it a peculiar charm, without Disfiguring it. The bright dark eyes flashed in animated conversation with a gentleman whom Lady Evelyn did not know, whilst tho ' 'brown, nervous hand twirled a small, dark moustache, with unconscious dandyism. Lady Evelyne looked the gontlo- iman straight in the face, but he gave .no sign of recognition, and continued an apparently agreeable converse. Lady Eyelyne's fingers tightened and her hroath became tardy. Sho iiery- •ously gripped her father's arm. "Look there," sho whispered•'Surely that is Herbert Chauncey?" My lord put up his double eyeglasses and stared at the young man, who avoided the old nobleman's .glance w»th wcll-bied ease. Lord Gwendale did uot know what to make of it, for surely that was the young of Cleve. It was true njy lord forbidden tho young m$u his. hduse, but why this ab*olutd[ watil of' recognition? "Really, my dear," stamniercd tho marquis, "1—I—1 c'lo not know what to mako of it. This is Herbert Chauncey. I am sure it is Herbert Chauncoy. He seems purposely to avoid us; let us walk on." Lady Evolync, however, was ftot to be thus easily frustrated. She walked right up to tho youn<r gentleman, and, with her fucj boamitig with tho sweetest smile, sho said: "Surely, I cannot bo mistaken. You are Lord Cleve?" , "That is my name," the gentleman replied affably, but his manner hpw'ed that he believed himself peaking to a total stranger. "but don't you know me?" Lady jVelyne continued, in'atnazo'metit, "I have not that pleasure." Lord jlevo replied, as pleasantly as bo- or0; Evelyno felt a ball rising to her hroat. You don't know mo!" she ex- laimod, in half-suffocated wonder. •You don't know Evolyne WynterP" "I am very sorry," the .young man ns-were'd in an oven-tempered, common-place manner, "but I do not." Lady Evelyne stopped back arid owed stiffly. She looked the young man up and down with a withering fiance, which seemed to produce no mprossion but a faint and curious ,stonishment. "Thank you. my lord," she ex- slaimed, and rejoined her father. Yet, she could not help turning 10 r head. Lord Clevo's face, had assumed an expression of puzzled anxiety, and icr quickened ear caught the. words —barely whispered, as they wore, to tho young man's companion: Evelyne Wynter? Evelyne Wyli- ter? Ought I to know her? Dp I enow her?" > ' '' " ,.... Let us go home, pa, dear," she whispered, when, she was again lean- .ng on Lord Gwendale's . arm. "Let us go home. I do want to cry." CHAPTER V. Whon Lady Evelyne walked away, a flashing picture of proud annoyance, Lord Cleve followed her disappearing figure with hungry eyes. He had long ago grown accustomed to the failing which marked his everyday intercourse. "I suppose I'knew* her once," he said to himself, with a sigh. "God! how hard it is not to be able to remember." His companion, a member of the firm of solicitors who had served tho house of Chauncey for generations, had purposely avoided interrupting tho little scene which took place before his eyes. Solicitors are proverbially cautious, and Mr. Archibald Quenthelm was polished cautiousness personified. He was fully aware that Herbert Chauncoy had been shown vhe door by Lord Gwendale, and he did not, at that moment, caro to solve tho question whether or not Lord Clove's present conduct was an intentional quid pro quo for the marquis 1 abrupt termination of tho former engagement, or whether it was simply the outcome of the young man's affliction. But when Herbert turned to him, with a pallid sadness in his face, and asked him, "Can you toll me, Mr. Quonthelm, if I ought to know this young lady?" he felt himself absolved from tho consequences of an abrupt explanation, and replied: "Certainly, my lord. You wore onco engaged to bo married to her." "You amaze me," Herbert answered. "I have no memory of the thing at .all. Most likely I cared very much for her once, and perhaps sho cared for mo—perhaps sho cares for mo still. She must have thought mo very rude. What did she say her name was—Evelyne Winter? I won- dor what Lucy would say if I wore to broach the idoa of marrying." A wistful little laugh tripped in the wake of the words. : "Lot us follow them, Mr. Quont- helm," Lord Cleve suggested to the solicitor, and tho two pushed their way through the little knots of pedestrians towards tho point whore Lady Evelvne and her father had disappeared from view. "Do you know, that was a pretty girl," Lord Clevo continued, "and I admire my own taste in having once thought well of her. Not as pretty as Lucy, though. I havo never seen any woman half as pretty as Lucy." He stopped for a moment and looked into his companion's eyes, "Nor a millionth pait as good," he added, with serious emphasis. I'm sure I do not know one-eighth of what she has done for me—and never shall know, I suppose—but thus far my first memory carries me, that when I recovered from my wounds, her face beamed upon me like an angel's, and she has been my untiring good angel over since. Tho search proved fruitless. The marquis and his daughter had left the park by Apsley gate, where the great Piccadilly season traffic gaped to engulf them. While they were standing by the edge of the sidewalk, consulting with one another whither to turn their steps, a peculiar incident attracted their attention. Two gentlemen were endeavoring to shoulder their way through the crowd, so as to be able to reach Hotten Row, and in their efforts they found themselves face to face with Lord Clove. One was an elderly man, t»ll and squarely built, with long, sparse, grey hair, and a face cleanly shaven but for a small grey tuft at the chin. His.was not an agreeable face, but scarred and freckled. A cruel face, with thin, whiti&h lips and ugly square jaws, and with shifty, small, CQld, greyish-bro.wa eyes. The second man was inucii younger aa^ not $o tall as tho other. aVdvhlft bertrtt of & similar color, cropped closfi. Hn rcsovriblcd tho older man, so that ^ he might havd been taken 'for his son, btit his features Were oG/ a more pleasant type. Both wdre of unmistakable American extraction, though dressed according to tho latest London fashion. Tho younger .man's gaze was tho first to meet Lord Clove's, and ho turned a greenish pale Under thb broaxo of his skin. IIo staggered back a pace, and excitedly gripped the elder man's arm. The. latter, thus directed, also looked full at Herbert, and his face became an ashen white, while his teeth soomed to rattle. Lord Clove stared at tho two .men with ill-suppressed and amused interest. At that moment .the crowd swayed a.little on one side, and the young nobleman was by it borne away froth the two Americans. "Did yoti notice those two men?" he asked his companion, when they were strolling along the loss-crowded footWalk of Piccadilly. "Something shocked them, for they were both as pale-as sheets." , "The younger of the two," replied the lawyer, "is Mr. David Maolano, a very rich American, who, strange to say, is engaged to be married to Lady Evelyhe 1 Wynter. Tho elderly gentleman is his uncle." "Maclano?" was Lord Clove's startled exclamation. "That is Lucy's name. Lucy's name is Lucy Maclane. These men seem to know me, and to be shocked and surprised to meet mo. I must ask Lucy about this. You must excuse my excitement, Mr. Quonthelm," ho added with a frank smile. "That poor broken head of mine can bear so little, and at nearly every step in this Old World hive I como across something that surprises me —something I ought to havo remembered, and which has gone from my'memory. That gentleman, you say, is engaged to marry' Lady Wynter. To tell you the truth, Mr. Quenthelm, I prefer tho lady's appearance to that of her intended husband. 1 '. • ; ".You most probably met Mr. David Maclane and his uncle out on the Western prairies," t'h'o lawyer suggested. "Their wealth consists of vast gold and other mineral deposits in the Rocky mountains, and I havo been credibly informed that up to so'me few years ago they were, far from rich." "I never came across them that I know of," Lord Cleve replied, "and i don't remember over having boon in the Rockies. Mine was n prairie life; at any rate, as far hack as I can recollect. Gold was found, I know, in large quantities, about Pike's FcftU; and elsewhere, but it never troubled The hunt for gold had no en- LAtfiST t*RODUCTlOf*S OP "THB FUNNY WRITERS. •The «a*e- for the SliM«*aUr ftt Sttllth- vlllo l,pndi to it HctiAAtlntial JrUlilttiiu'S. Oui»—A. AltH,lf. CAllDOFTHANKS —I take this oppot^ tunity of thanking my friends, through the columns of the Senator, for the'in- terest manifested in my welfare during my short sojourn in the camp of the enemy. 1 am in this sheriff fight to May. 1 am the owner and backer of ibis paper, and am always ready and willing to deal out satisfaction to any and all parties who may not be sntis- fied with articles that appear i.. ils columns. During my absence, ?>lv. Illackwell will see them, and in tk • absence of both, my wife will officiate-. DThe editor of the Chronicle, an in- me. ticement whatever for mo. You see I have not been over-strong 1 , and tho excitement would havo been more than I could well havo borne. You smile," he added. "I look a sort of juvenile athlete, do I not? I am sound enough in wind and limb, but I can't bear much hero." With that he touched his forehead, and a sad smile spread over his handsome face. "Miss Lucy Maclano is staying with you, my lord?" Mr. Quenthelm asked. Herbert's face brightened, and tho smile became a contented ono. "Lucy never leaves me," he said. ."She is too fond of me." "You. lived all these years on the prairies together?" was the further inquiry. "Quite so," Lord Clove replied,and noticing an expression of cynical incredulity and satirical bonhomie on his companion's face, he shook his head, and added: "We lived together as a brother and sister might, neither more nor loss. Ah! you find it hard to believe this, but it is so. I would have married Lucy a hundred times if she had consented,but now I would no more dare to ask her than 1 would a seraph or a fairy. •' • [TO BK CONTINUED.] Part of the Itooltal. Tennyson's wonderful poem, "The Kovenge," was first published in tho Nineteenth Century in 1878 or 1879. On tho eve of its publication, Tennyson invited between thirty and forty of his most intimate Mends to his house in Eatop Square, in order that he might recite this patriotic piece to them. As the poet proceeded in his rich and sonorous tones, the favored few hung upon his words. When he reached the last linos— "And the whole sea plunged and foil on the shot shattered navy of Spain, And the little Revenue herself went down by the island arugs, To be lo-st evermore in the main " the feelings of all present were strung 1 up into excitement and enthusiasm, when, to the amazement of all, the laureate added, without the slightest pause and without the least change of tone in his voice, ••and the beggars only gave me three hundred pounds for it, when it wau worth at least five hundred pounds or more."--Argonaut. significant sheet that is thrust before the publio eye at intervals to suit its drunken editor, has been throwing out insinuations in regard to pur record. I want to say right here, that it is as clear as a mountain stream, and I shall make it a point to drop in and -ventilate that gentleman as soon as he and that prominent citizen with red hair return from their pilgrimage into the interior. The cause of their absence was a regulation caliber revolver in the hands of our wife. We are a peaceable, family, but the law of the land must be enforced, even though the population is decreased to some extent. We are always ready to extend a helping hand to the needy, and a restraining one to the violent and immoral. .T. B. SMITH. The day after the regular issue of the Senator that contained the above card, a small but compactly built female marched into the oflice, and pushing her straw hat back from her forehead, calmly wiped the perspiration from her nose, and flashed a pair of black eyes from Mike to myself. "Which" of you is J. IJ. Smith?" she softly asked. "Neither of us; Mr. Smith is not in at present. Is there anything we could do for you?" 1 asked. "Yes,,yon can hunt up Smith an tell him that a lady wishes to sec him she replied. I discovered the handle of a mule whip protruding from under her wrap \ figitr&t ttt'ftt y(W xVbflld fete Idllecf, a then he cdtlld marry the lawyer's^*—", Aim! that i» the- reason why the pink'heaiHed coward \va» so anxious for me to cowhide Smith. Mis vile admirer came with iis. and they are it* the xvoods now, waiting for' nib. Hfty, Mr. Marshal, if you- will let me g&, T will promise- to never trouble yoto again, and 1 will quietly slip oub. f.f things do hot look serious enough- to suit mo, IT will wake that couple up> to> the realities of life," she threatened, • "All right; go ahead," aaid.Jerky. We stood at the back doors waiting to see what might turn tip. Presently h, horseman dashed out of the'timber and up the Red Rock road, at the top> of the horse's speed, • "She has. started him for home iitt something of a hurry," said Jerky. A pair of women soon appeared, aitid rode leisurely toward the office. "Say, you printer! Give my regards (.9 Mr. Smith, and tell him to. give the editor of the Chronicle another going over. I tried toi catch him and bring him in, but he lias the smartest horse, anel got away.. He has no more grit than a scared twout. It Avill be- a cool Any when he sets foot in niy house •rain. Sorry I made any trouble in- ide there, but it was a mistake. Come n, Kit; it is getting late," she said to icr companion. .' • . . "Won't you ladies have soarie refresh* nents?" Jerky asked. "It is a long ide to your place," he suggested,with winning smile. "Well,, now, that is kiiad of you," he heroine of the whip. said. "I am leased if I have had a mouthful today. You see, I was so red-hot mad that I could not eat. 1 feel easier like since I lecided t6 bounce Josh. I. gave him ;he choice of coming 1>ack and facing lie music like a man, or leave tae. He lecided to throw me over, and it made me so mad that I 'would have dragged down here if I could have caught Miles of Vurlou* Lengths. English speaking countries have four different miles, the ordinary mile of 5,280 feet, and the geographical or nautical mile of 6,08s feet, making a difference of about ono- seventh between the two. Then there ia the Scotch mile of 5,9-28 feet, and the Irish mile of 6,720 foot. In f^ot, almost every country has its own standard mile. Ouo Blatter Rxplulnu:). Mrs. Wickwire—I don't believe o man's love is as stpudy as* a woman's. Mr, Wickwire—Of course it isn't. •When a man is really in love he can't think of anything else, but a woman can hold her uttention to keeping her hat on straight even when her lover is kissing her for the first time. Iii all countries more marriages take place i& June than ia any athei?. ft« t,mi« l'r.1. TKACll YOU TO CAM. MY HUSBAND A PKUKicAnn. ind suspected trouble. I went out ind found Smith, and told him of my. suspicions. "Go and get Jerky to find out what the trouble, is," the mayor said. "It would not do for the. candidate for sheriff to get a cowhiding." Jerky walked in with me, and before I could introduce him. the lady Hashed outlier whip und struck a vicious blow at him, He leaped over the press like a squirrel, yelling: "Hold on, old gal! Von arc after the wrong coon. I haven't been spuvk- ing in your family." "No, but I am going to whip the hide oft' your miserable back. 1 don't happen to be a crack shot, like your wife, but I can swing a mule whip. ,1 will teach you to call my husband a drunkard!" and Jerky had to dodge around the job press to avoid a slashing cut of the whip, "1 tried to have the fool come down and shoot you, but he hasn't us much sand as a bumming bird," she hissed, swinging her whip for a third trial. Jerky jumped behind Mike, who humped his back and received the whole force of the lash. "Get out of the road or take the consequences!" she exclaimed. Mike whirled around and kicked Jerky, and in turn was picked up bodily by the marshal and hurled against the woman. They fell together, the womgn dropping the whip, and, clutching his hair with both hands, began to remove it by the fist full. With a wild yell, Mike tore himself away and shot through the door. In the meantime Jerky had secured the whip, and taking the enraged lady by the arm, said: « "Madame, it becomes ray painful duty, as marshal of this city, to arrest you and take you to the lock-up until such time as the mayor shall have opportunity to give you a hearing." "Ain't you Smith?" she excitedly cried, as she brushed the hair from her mm." "I told him if I was in Mary's place, I would expose him, and bring' the whole town about his cowardly ears," said the other lady; "and my threat scared him so that he sat on his hoss ready for a break till she showed up. He is no more fit to run a paper than a Texan steer is for a pet," she added, as she sprang off her saddle. "I heard that you had some new lawyers down hero," said the editor's wife. "Yes; we have a 1 new •• firm. It is composed of Mr. Briggs, there, and myself," said Jerky. "Are you a lawyer? I declare, I would never have thought it. Could you two chaps get a divorce for me from that nondescript husband of: mine? I will never call him my man again." "Well, I should smile," answered Jerky. "Mr. Uriggs, there, is the divorce lawyer, but I will make you a proposition. If you give us the case anil we do not get p. dj.vovoo for you wo. will not charge'}"oil ^ ~" utl ftwl # ^ win, you pay us SI00. What do you say?" •'It is a go. Now, Kit, you. witness the bargain. When will yon have it?" she asked. "Court sits on Wednesday. You be on hand early, as there is but one case' ahead of yours, and we will have the document ready by (i o'clock Wednesday night. Please give me your whole name, and the name of your luisband," said Jerky, assuming a business air. "My name is Mary Ellen Tibbs. His is Josh Tibbs. I will be on hand, and I want it fixed up solid, for I am done with him," the editor's wife said, as they followed Jerky to the hotel for their dinner. W. W. "Well, no. uot exactly. Are you the wife of the editor of the Chronicle?" '•Yes, I aui; and I came down to cowhide the njan that wrote that slanderous article," she &avagely s>ald. "Just so, Mrs. Tibbs. Now, yoijr husband is aware that the mayor would sooner be shot than take, a, whipping ^f that kind, and in uil Smoothing His Path. tins—You never had spunk enough to make u proposal in your life. Why did you tell Miss Prettie that you were engaged to two girls? George—So she'd want to get me away from thorn. Bewildered. Farmer—You've shot my cow! Dooley—Be gobbs, an' I told ther groeor-mon as plain as cud be to give ine bu-r-r-d shot! Too Much of a Good "What became of that student lamp you had?" "Oh, it got to be too natural, and I gave it away." "Too natural?" *• Yes—smoked all the full Dress. Hank Uitters (a K ^ 7 ^-, r ,., t , ffrr - r .., Oklahoma)—Oojn' tp 'the'' .ball, to-Jtiigh t, Ike? '•' , ,. ,[. Alkali Ike—I'd like to, Bygrhty_ but I can't. • You',Beje,," a f-j,ll-drcss aftujjfe, 'f|U , * •*.' .»>'M»fc^' . i wllichr faftS lisked, bltt rarely rtnStoei torily, is, how'fan* one WOtlld 'haVS go around tho oartb, moving find West, and supposing no tltti6losfr in - transition, before one flrould reach the point Where to^ctay changes linto yesterday ot* to'mOFi-oWt fcvi* dently tho-re must be such a point somewhere-. fan* an hour is lost every fifteen, degrees ono goe£ to the 1 east and an hotir gained every flfteeii da-" greos otio goes to tho west. "To> pti't.the question ill anot&«t* way,, suppose; it is one minute paSt midnight ini Paris on the morning 0«! October' 1, What day is it at thfr same" moment.at the antipodes of Paris? la * it.October 1 err.September SOP asks the Chicago. Herald. Appare-atly.- olio can prove that it itf either of these days by making aa instantaneous journey half way around ,_, th&earth, eithe-i' to tlio east or t6-^ the- west. ' Going east, at tho moment tho . Paris clocks point to a moment past : midnight, M i» approximately 1> -. o'clock in. the morning of October I * at Vienna, 2 o'clock of the same day at Sebastopol, 8 o'clock at Astra-* khan» 4 o'clock at Bokhara, 7 o'clock at Saigon, 9 o'clock at Yokohama, 11 o'clock at Pine island and noon at'' Fortune island—the 1st of October-, at every point. f On tho other hand, going west-' ward one finds that it is io o'clock ia,. the evening of September 8J at thdr , Azores islands, 8 o'clock in the even-' < ing at Buenos Ayres, 7 o'clock *at" ^ tfo w.York, 6 o'clock at Now Orleans*,,,' 3:15 at the City of Mexico, 1 o'clock: :n tho afternoon near the- Aleutian elands and noon at the Fortune islands, the date being September 80i n each case. i • Thus one has demonstrated that ifc is noon of-October 1 and nponof September 80 at tho same place ami at tho same time. This would certainly be embarrass* ing to the good people of JbWtune island, and in order to avoid such, complications and relieve well-moani ing islanders in the-Pacific-from mix-- ing up their Saturdays and Sundays in hopeless fashion a,n arbitrary flina> separating to-day from yesterday OP, to-morrow has been agreed upon by the,navigators..of ', ''civilized; nations. This line has been drawn to atfoid 1 ' touching land. No one can be ex-i actly sure of tho moment of passing' it, but tho lino runs just oast of the Now Hebrides and tiio New Caledonian groups and passes near t^ai Marion islands and the CaV-CiUP.Q islands. , . 1 Captains of vessels, judging hy tho > positions of. tho islands mentioned, can^fix ' c "flo (Jftto within a few mjnutes. Vessels sailing from, west t^ttT?^ on passing this imaginary line, simply repeat the day before on their/ I logbooks, which consequently show I two days bearijjg the same date. » | On the other hand, ships going ia tho opposite dll'SOtton skip the tomorrow and lose a day entirely. In the first case t&e' sajiio'rs g&i an ex- ;ra day's pay; in the' se'e'orid placo hey lose a day's pay. Tho conclusion of tho whole niat- ;er is that when Paris clocks indicate a minute past .midnight on October 1, it is October 1 going easfc as far as the imaginary line just indicated, while it is September 30, oing west up to the same line. A. Comody of KrrorH. ' While two wedding processions were fighting for tho road at ono of he gates of Hankow, , the ohairs holding the brides got mixed, and each lady was taken to • the wrong- jridegroom. The gentlemen, never laving seen their wives before, ao- ording to tho Chinese custom, knew' no mistake. .When tho next morning the mothers of tho two brides: ivent to present tho usual hair oil to their daughters, each found a stranger installed in her place. Neither mother, moreover, had any means ot :inding out where her daughter had jone. After a very difficult search, of the city the brides were both found, and then the idea of making he best of things was blocked by the act that one of the brides, who was •ich and intended for a rich hua-» band, had fallon into the hands of a very poor man, The problem remains unsolved. , 'ARS J* W i-'I Una Itegult of Auiutour 1'hotogruphy, Amateur photography has tauj»h$ many thousands the truth as to the cost of photographic processes made it more difficult than it was for professional photographers to charge exorbitant rates for so* called "extras." It sometimes happens that $1 per dozen extra is added, to the price of photographs for pro* cessos that consume little or no time and require the use of materials arc almost valueless. A Gr|ev<>u» Krror. City Missionary—Why are you ia here, my misguided friend? Baryl Howes—For steftlin' hawes, 1 guess. Leastways, that's what they say I did. "You must realize the error of youj? ways by this time, I suppose?" ••X'ou bet I do. Hosseshas always been my specialty." Normvl The normal temperature of man i% about 98.5 degrees; of the sn,ail t ?4 degrees; oyster, 8i degrees; porpoise, 100 degroos; rat, cat or ex. 103 det grees; sheep, 104 dogbees; hog, degrees; chicken,, 11J (degrees. How is Johnny getting along 1 with his writing ?' parent. ," replied the

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