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THE WIFE AND THE STEANGE WOMAN. and several times went to the store without kissing Clara. Charles reported that Mr. Sanger called at the hotel every day and went up to room No. 10; but beyond No.

10 being occupied by a lady booked as Mrs. Alice Austin, he couid learn nothing. We know not how matters might have terminated had not the fire de- Arthur Sanger was head clerk in a dry goods store. Clara Heartly worked in a tailor's shop. She had a pretty face, winning ways, and a loving, trusting iittle heart: so.

when after i "a few weeks' acquaintance, Arthur Sanger asked her to be his wife, she Partment just then given a ball, to be smiled and blushed charmingly, and i hel(1 in bal1 of Sweeny ho- soon after she became Mrs. Sanger. The first bit of sorrow Clara expe- Arth asked Clara, with something rieEced after her marriage was one of his old tenderness, if she would like morning when A tenderly inform- to ga Sne said "Yes," longing to ed her that he should be obliged to ga th herself into his arms and dis 1 pel the dark cloud from his brow, by telling him that Charles was her brother; but the remembrance of that dark, beautiful face in the depot restrained her. As they entered the hall Clara saw waiting with a lady, and as they came nearer the dark eyes and lovely face that had haunted her, IOWA STATE FBB80. TO If.

DM MORAL FAULTS NOT INHERITED to New York or. business for the firm. and would be alvent three whole days. It was a sad, lime to poor Ciara, but the three miserable days came to an end at last, and with a light heart she arrayed herself to go uie deptn 10 meei her lie would not pyrect her. The train caire puffing in.

Ciara was a few steps the edge of the platform, she saw A alight and hold out his hand to a-sist a beautiful, dark-eyed down the steps, and what wa-- her dismay, as she pressed her way the irowd to greet him, to ree him draft the ladj's sleeping or waking, for the past week, looked up at her from her brother's shoulder. Arthur, too, saw the dancers, with a dark scowl, he muttered: "Imprudent!" and "the rascal!" Clara saw a sign pass between busband and the unknown fair and her through his arm and hoar him in i a an a unknown fair one a Jo as scon ari dance was over, and the "Pull down vonr i A aai i immediately went out on the walk delu-crately through the For a mortem objects before Clara's nig her veil, she the couple out. She managed to iu sight until they i the Sweeney hotel. Then. i .1 a she thought was breaking, goes home, how.

she hardly Knew It. was half an hour before A and Clara had thought it all en er. and resolved not to say cue i about her being at the depot, and see if he would make any explanation. He returned her warm greet'ng in an affectionate, but absent way, not even noticing her pale cheeks and PJ red i weeping. The next morning, after Arthur had eaten his breakfast mechanically kiss- 'ed her atstractei-'ly.

and gone to the store, Clara went up to her chamber, threw herself upon a lounge, and wished, oh. so fervently, that she might -die, for if her husband was really un- IP VlS'l. CHARLIE, MY DEAR BROTHER! true to her she felt that life would be a burden, and she wanted to die now before anj- harsh or unkind words had passed between them. In tiip midst of her sad thoughts the bell rang and a moment after Bridget put her head in at the door, saying: "A to se3 yez. mum." see me? Didn't he say Mr.

Sar.ger?" said Clara, raising her head "No. indade: he Sanger, Z3 plain as the nose on my face." "Very well: show him into the parlor. I i be down directlj Wondering vaguely who it could be, she bathed her eyet -inoothycl her hair and went down. As she entered the parlor a manly form lose and held cut his arms toward fl One glance of delighted surprise and into them, sobbing. "'Charlie, my dear, dear Sure enough, it Charles Lansing.

Clara's a v.ho ran awaj" from a i four i a i years before and had not i eon from since. i many eager i avd an- 1 tt on both sides Charir? took art- of a slight pause and "Sister, something you- i been weeping when a tlowP. and your face is pale and sad Won tell me all about i Ciara hesitated a moment, dropping her head on her brother's '-he out the whole i -toiy. f.u him about me?" i i a she had piazza through a window, while Arthur excused himself and went out of the door She they vrere intending to meet on the piazza, and. heartsick, she staggered through; there they stood, but a few feet from her, in shadow of a trailing vine.

"Alice," her husband was saying, "it was verj i for you to come down to-nighr." "I know it." returned the woman with a sigh. After a pause she added: "How pretty your wife is. Arthur; I wonder can spare a thought for poor me. when you have such a sweet little blossom at 1 "I can love and care for you both," returned Arthur. The lady burst into tears and leaned her fcead on Arthur's shoulder.

"You are the only friend 1 have got, dear Arthur," she sobbed. A low, gasping cry burst from Clara's lips, and she sank back insen- sible into Charles' arms, for he had been standing just behind her. "Good heavens. Clara; is the matter, darling 9 exclaimed Arthur, springing toward his i "And you, villain," addressing Charles, "what right have i her?" "A much better right thsn you have, for you have forfeited all claim to her," returned Charles, indignantly, as he bore her to a piazza settee. Clara soon opened her eyes and murmured: "Please take me home, Charlie." "Clara, what does this mean?" asked Arthur, bending over her, almost sternly.

"Oh, Arthur. I know all," she moaned. "Please go away and let me die." "I see their mistake. Arthur," said the strange lady. "Tell them, dear, that I am your sister whom jou discarded several jears ago for marrying a dissolute fellow, but whom jou have now taken pity on." of French with Children.

M. Bonjean, who is at the head of endless philanthropic institutions in France, does not believe in heredity, says Harper's Bazar. For many years be has given bis time entirely to char-, itable organizations especially 'intended to help children, and he thinks that a child's insticcts are created by hia environment. not by his inheritance. Any child can be absolutely changed from bad to good by the right kind of moral influence, by affection and by confidence.

Out of the hundreds and thousands of boys he had reformed he gave certain striking examples. At one of his institutions he had a number of very young boys who had -been in prison for incendiaries. He called them to him aud represented that they had forfeited their right to the consideration of the world by endangering the lives and fortunes of other people. The only way in which they could get back was by doing something? in their tarn, in case of fire, to help and save others. So he made them into a company of firemen, to which he presented a fire engine.

One night there was a fire, and M. Bonjeau went out to see how his band were acquitting themselves. Part were at the engine and part were making a chain to pass pails of water from the river to the burning house, of which the end, plunged up tG his waist in water, was a little chap of 8 who had -three incendiaries to liis credit, It was a cold November night, and M. Bonjean noticed that the boy was shivering. "You must not stay an.r longer." he said: are risking your life," he said.

"What does it matter that I am risking my life if I am only making was the answer. Another boy had been convicted ol stealing. One of M. Bbnjean's first acts was to send him to pay a bill. "I tiust you perfectly," he said, and he counted out 00 francs in gold.

The little fellow's face flushed, but he took the money and went pff. When he came back lie was waving- the receipted bill. "'I paid it." he said. "I knew you would," was M. Bonjean's answer, and the philanthorpist has lived to see this child grow up, with a position of trust, and happily married, with boys of his own.

"Your 5-i-ter! Is she sister, Arthur?" gasped Clara. "Yes. darling." returned Arthur, "I now I ought to have told you. but I wanted to a i i I got her a divorce." "Oh. my Heavenly Father, I thank thee!" breathed Clara, laising her beautiful ej-es upward.

Then turning with a bright smile she said: "And Charles is my hi other, my dear half- brother who though: was dead." Arthur understood i asking why ti ie did not tell him so before. The next day there was an account in the daily papers of the death of Ralph Austin in a drunken fight. So Alice wa-3 i i the aid of the law. A year glides by and there is a quiet v.as I i at A A i A i the bride and Charles 1 York For years many of the people of the regard to erection of the Grant as to which city should have the honor old south have 'been planning to put monument in New York. The illus- of selection for this purpose, Montgom- up a fitting memorial to the memory tration shows the design of a proposed evy, or Richmond.

The former of Jefferson Davis. As Mrs. Davis has monument to Mr. Davis. In its broad cit was the first capital, and in sup- explained, were it not for the fact that essentials it seems to be somewhat sim- port of cl 5t aclvanced the ar i.

-u- 4., ment that at least as long ae it tne south desire that the memorial Har to that which the north erected in memory of Grant. This memorial to shall be of a magnitude that will honor i( geafc Qf the confederafcegoverliment not cap ure by the "Yanks ago fell to to the full their old leader, as well as the president of the confederacy it is Montgomery's claims long do credit to themselves, such a monu- proposed to put up in Richmond, the ground, however, and when such a ment would long ago have been erected, which so long was the capital of the memorial is built to the leader of the But big enterprises take a long time, confederacy. In the southern states Cause Richmond undoubtedly will as Mrs. Davis observed was the" case in there has for years been some dispute be selected. London, 111.

News. i i i i i in From Pni ojsters--Se- V11 fiim. i i i i and scallop them i 1 aud a with a pair cf sharp Now. i needle a i s-Kk. if for a pink yen i a al "Then "You hi 1 i the inp? i 1 ft; 1 i i (i Cl "I not bear to an i i at tea.

or biun if you wish biiie points, work a i stitch around the When finished pre-s carefully on the wronic -u-e i a hot iron. Shinert esrss a jeniove the from a fresh egar. and hold the i and jvlk i 111 the hand. Now. with a fine needle aud thread, gather ti'o a i i a in straight rows about ha" rcquii ends --Take al; a hV.f.

pr. i i i Draw up to i and a neatly t'lirenl. i i foil'- i i i a i i anl 'i i oral i it lead it fi add some to cool. a art A I CORSETS. Ami the Pay That Models Receive for Posing; and New-York Tribune: Women have no hand in shaping the corset which she and her sisters are to wear.

A rough draft of it is 011 the model, and the man designer indicates the length and the curves by marks. When it fits to his satisfaction a plaster cast is made of her figure with the corset on. From this cast iron "forms" are made. A pressure of 600 pounds is brought to bear upon the corsets which are fitted to the "forms This enables them to mold the forms of their wearers to prevailing fashions and leaves not a trace of a chance for personal idiosyncracies. The sheath fitting skirts are responsible for several devices for obtaining snugness at the hips.

Corsets are rather longer than last, year, but still easy above the wa'st. The Russian miniver of education is said to have piohibited the use of corsets before the age of confirmation. The manufacturers receive a great many applications from fine- looking girls who desire positions as models for fitting and photographing, but they find it difficult to secure girls who are willing to have their faces photographed for advertisements. This accounts for the advertisement pictures which a -pread before the face, the face turned away, hidden in the arm or concealed by a fan. Man of these girls for artists.

pay from to 5100 for the prnilege of fitting and photographing in addition to the a time rates paid artists. a stimulating drug or influence is used the nerves remaining in contact with the skin keep us awake. Physicians most widely accept the vaso-motor theory of sleep. The recession of blood from the brain, called cerebral an- aemia, is another theory of sleep. HOW LAZY FISHES.

SNOOZER (O rxj i i I is Mr. Far.ccr i 1 "-o i i i T. liright ho i jiana: i and nved i and i a i i lietwpeu tlv 1 i Mr. Hanger to storo. Several days pas and Chr.rjos ami Clara i i a i a pains to by the ptore where A worked whenever were together.

In (he meantime A grew sullen, ate his meals in savagi sJTence, nial'c a an.l ne por.rd ta' the It. heart. i of the aeon four ouncrs of i I bread, the rir.d of one lemon. two two mr-hovies may i a nur.rter of a of i I and two of salt. op the a tongue, liver and bacon; mix add the bread a.nibrd.iho nnchovies hopped fine, the Icr-xui rind grated, then the pepper and i-'alt.

P.eai the pggs and then pour tncm over. Pack this into a kettle or mould, cover and boil or steam continuously for two hours. Turn it on a dish and serve hot. August Ladies' Home Journal. of Sleep.

London Leader: In summer brain workers find it more difficult to sleep than at other seasons. The latest explanation of the cause of sleep one which has met with approval by leading physicians. An examination of the tissue near the outer "surface of the body by means of a microscope displays an immense number of small sensory nerves. These minute tendrils lie adjacent to the skin of the body, and during consciousness touch it sufficiently to supply sensation over the entire area. When we sleep these liS tle nerves have been observed to coil up, or at least move far enough away from the skin to lessen sensation there.

The movement of these nerves, which Is, of course, slight, has been observed, givinK rise to the supposition that if IS AN I Locomotive liccii i -from Cor- nelius Vauderbuill's Newport (R. Correspondence Xew York Press: Cornelius Vanderbilt, has proved to be a genius, and although at odds with his father over marrying Miss Grace Wilson, he is the smartest member of the Yanderbilt family. He always has been of a mechanical turn of mind, and has designed a sailboat and electric launch, both turning out fast and with lines of beauty. For several years young Vanderbilt has been in the drafting room of the rolling stock department of the New York Central railroad and has worked his way up until today he has charge of that department. It will be news to the world to know a this young millionaire is the inventor of a locomotive, every part of which was made from designs furnished by him.

The engine has been and tests now are to begin. A feature of the Vanderbilt locomotive is the firebox, and, if it turns out as Mr. Vanderbilt expects, will be a big saving of labor and money. This particular firebox is arranged so that can be removed, when burnt, out. or for cleaning, and replaced in one night, the removal of a few bolts being all a is necessary.

The tests will be watched with great i interest, not only by the mechanical I world, but by society. IF WAS IN A Hero ATorsUip In Paris Would Surely Make i President. If Dewey were a Frenchman and this were France, there would be a movement to turn McKinley out of the white house and install the latest hero. Such is the French nature. It is essentially a hero-worshiping nation.

Marchand is the hero of the hour, and because of that he has not the privileges of a tramp. He cannoc go anywhere or do anything; he cannot appear in public without a demonstration, 'which brings down the wrath of the ministry. A few days ago the explorer came to" Paris for the national fete. Somebody recognized him as he was hurrying along the street. He was surrounded by an admiring crowd.

They wanted to carry him on their shoulders. They insisted. Nothing but effective police vigilance prevented them. Marchand was hurried off. and in the procession which followed was completely surrounded by generals so the public could hardly see him.

Dtir- ing the last week of Voltaire's life there was a tremendous burst of hero- worship. Washington had his share of French worshipers. Napoleonic hero-worship, with a brief intermission, filled the first half of this century. Then Oambetta was for a time master of France. After he died Boulanger became the favorite.

There was nothing to him, but he looked magnificent, coming from the review with white feathers in his hat, astride a big black horse. There is a possibility that Marchand may not lang be bothered by the supreme worship of his country. Gen. de Gallifet may be the next popular hero. He has a wonderful record, -ind his new position as minister of war is bringing him into hourly prominence.

He wanted to flcar his uniform at the recent review- in Paris, but the prime minister decided he couldn't because he is quite out of the army unless the country is invaded. But if France is ever invaded look out for the "Last of the eer.s And when he's gone look out for his New York "World. ex- In Krror. Mr. Sealove (at his seaside cottage) --My dear, please tell our daughter to sing something less doleful.

Mrs. Sealove--That is not our daughter, ray love. That is the The Vopo Sweetineais. The Pope, as is well known, iremely abstemious, and to tliit-. in great measuie.

is rapid re'ov- erj" from i r.ess. tiie res', how- i the Holy Fatlv-r has .113 little I is, a ii.i'lJRif.-s sweetmeats. The Pope, by no like a i in a ow-v, in enite of one in his love for "sweeties-." This is. of course, wdl to Italians, ar.d poor, and Took the -V i i a Record: There are par- t'cular peopl" and who are particular, but it is doubtful if thert- are any more prrtioular people than a fond nnd pa of a pair of little boys who live on North Proa street. Thesa dating parents are so particular that they will allow only one barber to kec the hair of Their j'nunsr sons in trim, nr.d v.

hon it came time for the farriij" to depart to Atlantic the f.r?t of i month there was no hesitation in engaging the tonsoria! artist to go along. His board has to be paid well as the amount of wages he I usually earns each week. WhiK he is 1V 1 i at the i of jubilee a motherh peasant expits- sion to her affection for by a prf'E- of an enormous pilo of tweets, wrapped in a large r-o'oiod oottoji et handkerchief. It is piU of the Pope's manj him more than this. Ktgtit in Line.

Mr. Hojack--My dear, why do you allude to those twins as sardines? Mrs. Hojauk--They are children of Mr. and MTS. NEWSPAPER! at command, however, papa permits the man of the razor and shears to shave him every day.

while mamma has her bead washed every other day so that the barber is not given too much opportunity to grow lazy still he looks upon himself as a'man of leisure, and refuses to associate the, piuliiiary run of face latherers. Wat a G'oofl Snjrjjestion. Raisor-'-Don't 'too much water or, my hair. My Bead.might leak and I'd have water on'the brain." Barber don't you have your a i shingled, Tiger. The less a woman tries to be irresistible the more she Is.

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