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AtOVESTOKf/ twilight, in the yea? If03, ftttafl, ybtthg and liftndsdrne, sat writing* in the clulfnbef of n secluded house Jfdt fa? ffofti the old Electoral palace Irf Mayciice. Suddenly he dropped his pen with a startled cry. Tho face of 'A wofflaUs dinl and yet perfectly distinct, had appeared between him and itfe work. lie looked up. It hung, flower-like, in the rtlr above him. He Wished toward tho opeh window—it was there, smiling sadly in the fading light. Adam Lu* stretched out his Arms passionately to the vision. ''Ah, you come to mo again!" ho snid; "who are you? Why do yott ptirstio ine? Beautiful shadow, whither shall 1 go to find your substance? Do you .eilst in the flesh, or ai'e you only a 'Spirit—delusive as maddening?" "Adam—Cousin Aclatn," a girl's voice •called from the court below, "lesivo .youi* stupid writing and come down to me. It Is 1—Margurethc!" Adam Lux passed his hands across his eyes. The voice of Margarethe clls- •solved the spoil which held him. Hts dream-maiden vanished, fie descended' a, corkscrew stair to a court full "Of shadows, where a girl, dressed as for a fete, stood dabbling her plump hands In the fountain. "You have forgotten my birthday, cousin," she pouted. ''Of late you think of nothing but liberty, fraternity, equality, like those mad folks in Paris who have cut off the head of their king." "Pardon me, I did forget! I am but a sorry lover, Margarethe." She sighed deeply. "You are no lover of mine, Adam— ours Is a betrothal of hands, not of hearts. You care nothing for love.", He took a turn across the court. He had a fine face, with dark brows arch- Ing over violet eyes, and flaxen hair slightly powdered. • A strange smile appeared on his lips. "I love—not flesh and blood, Margarethe, but a phantom, a sluidovv," he answered, with his eyes full of dreams. •'"Listen! It came to me one night as I was walking in- the gardens of the Electoral palace; a woman's face, white as one of the garden lilies just .blown; In the chin a deep dimple; about : the perfect mouth an expression of sadm-as and gravity; a face with great eyes of unfathomable darkness, .fringed with lashes as black as night, and hair dark •also'and lustrous, the 'full, rich curls, tipr.ed with auburn, • Mlln? ugilnst a neck like a column of pearl." : "Oh!" "cried .Margare'tho, in dismay, liow vory beautiful she must be! Surely tiit re. is no woman like that in ail •Mayenc'ci!" "Time," he answered, "nor in the world, I fear: It is the ghost of some Greek goddess that has entered my brain and will not be dislodged. Tonight, she came to me again in the .' •chamber abovestairs. It was your , \voice that frightened her away." £•' Tears stood in Margarethe's eyes. .She was jealous and perplexed. "It was wrong of vuo to tell you these things," ho, continued. "You are a mere child, 'Mnrgaretho, with; the heart of a child. Come, let us talk of other matters. A great honor has been conferred upon me by tho people of Mayence. I have been chosen a deputy to go to Paris and request the annexation of this city to Franco." "Paris!" sobbed Margarethe. "That Is a long way off! When will you go?" "To-morrow—by diligence." "You will never, never come back, !Adam!" ' "Heaven only knows," he answered, •quietly. Lux was an ardent Republican. The mission to Paris suited him well. His ••Ibandsomp.head was full of other and more 'dangerous phantoms than dream- maidens. On tho following day he kissed poor, weeping Margarotho goo-d- by in the old court, and started for the. ICrencu capital, whore Joan Paul Mara t iwas then at the- height of his terrible power. Lux took lodgings in the Hue St. •Honorc, and hurried to the convention to solicit, In the name of German Republicans, tho annexation of his native city to France, The chamber on • tliat •day- was full of tumult. Marat—hideous, loud-mouthed—preaching massacre aiul anarchy, was the leader of La Montague, Ap he ranted lu the Tribune, -!Adarn Lux looked at him in disgust. •His head w-as too largo for his body; Ms .lean, sickly face was unspeakably repulsive. Ho wore a patched and dirty fwaistooat, cotton-velvet trousers stained with ink, shoes full of nails and tied fwith pack-thread, a ragged shirt, and greasy hair confined with a thong. On his deeply cleft, mouth a sardonic grin appeared continually. His look was ifnll of insolence and power, "A monster in body and in soul!" thought Adam Lux, who found the 6Xternnl aspects of liberty in Paris far tro-m pleasant. July came. One hot and breathless Ight Lux left tho convention in a de- ected frame of mind, A score of high ,nd haughty ' heads had -fallen since 4Dro.lng.ii) the sack of sawdust at tho [oot of the guillotine. He stopped on Pont Neuf to look at the sunset be\ the trees of the Champa Elysees, 'at, too, seemed a vast streak of >ud, With a shudder he turned and L Uied away to the gardens of the ia Iloyal. era the young deputy began pacing :essly about, absorbed in unhappy :ght. PreSently he heard ft light A woman was advancing toward under the galleries, Adam Lux a face, young and of amazing the skin like alabaster, the eyes unfathomabiy dark, a chestnut curls, "with auburn, storing ogafjist a dazzling iieck, his dream-maiden in the flesh, iStance-of that mysterious shad- had twice appeared to him . city of Muyfwjce. With (in air she glided by. Her white ihed him gently. His heart bound. He turocd and the shop of a cutler; the mt'y enterw also; she ad- htho counlor and said some- man behind It. Lux failed words, but the cultivated t of a gentlewoman, iroducjd a tray of knives, w of the shop door Adam >r select aue-^a, pohuu'd ebony shaft she asked. ses, citoyeune," answered money on the counter, :ili| "l^'-tiimte^ftkc^-jis entreated, "tbll tne who yc-ii af'd. 1 hh.ve tmovth you ' for a bnfe tlnte, btlt yo'tif id yotii 4 mttne?" She etAPted ftftd looked ftp. "Ydtfliave kiiwvn mo for a long time, ett6y6nl" she echoed, gmvely. "I do not understand you." "1 am the deputy from Msiyottcc," ne said, trying to Speak calmly. "It was at Mayeaee tliat yott twice appeared to i mo. I'oi' days nnd Weeks my sleeping and waking dreams have been full of yon. I recognized yon tho instant that t sjvw yon; it was just before you entered tho cutler's shop." A slight alarm dawned in her eyes. Itci 1 hand went up to her silk ilchu. tm- clor which she had hidden the knife. Did sho think Mm a tnadnmn? "One should not dream in these p»r- llous days, citoyen," she said, stonily; "there is little profit in dreams. Ho who loves liberty must act." "I perceive that you are an aristocrat —you belong to tho noblosi but your name— your uamoV" ho insisted. She smiled sadly. "Pitrdon, 1 cannot toll it now, citoyen; but before many hours it will be in every month." She m-oso from the bench. : He put out a hand to detain her. ' "Stay! Stay I" ho entreated.' "Do noi leave, tho— 1 love you ardently. Strange,' Incomprehensible as this passion may seem to you, it will cither save or destroy me. I claim you! , Whoever you are, know that you belong to me; or why wore you revealed to me in tho spirit before my eyes could look on yoiir living, breathing beauty? If you go like this, leaving me no clew to your. whereabouts, I may never see. -you again." Gravely, coldly she answered: ''Do not talk to me of love, citoyen; I cannot comprehend you— I belong only to France! Before the Revolution I was a Republican, You will surely soo me again, nud then." with a- strange and solemn expression, "you will understand everything. Now, citoyeu, adieu." "Promise," he urged wildly, "that it shall be so— that I shall sec yon again." "I promise," she answered, and then moved rapidly away. Another day dawned and dwindled. It was the 13th of July, tho anniversary. eve of the fall of the bastilo. The heat was inteuse, and the streets of Paris swarmed with people. Adam Lux left the convention fit twilight. Marat the horrible was ill; he had not appeared in the chamber that day. Engrossed with his mysterious love, rather than •the affairs of the republic, Adam Lux dined at a cafe with his deputies. In the midst of their meal, 'Harriot, the; commandant: of -theaiatioiial guards, appeared in the door of the cafe. ''Look, to yourselves, deputies!" he shouted. "Marat is dead! He has just been .nssasslmitcd, and by the hand of a young girl." The deputies with ono accord rushed into the street. A terrible mob was surging by, filling the air with cries and imprecations. Luz found himself swept away with it to tho Rue dcs Cordeliers, whuro Marat lived. It was a snwill dilapidated house, and about fits, floor, tliat raging, roaring multitude surged like a sea." Yes, the loader of La Montague had been stabbed to .dunth by the hand of a woman. Adam Lux, pressing up to the threshold, looked and saw the murderess coming down tho stair, her arms pinioned, bayonets surrounding her, the flambeaux of the gendarmes glaring upon a face which had in it the sublimity of supremo sacrifice. It was his dream-maiden. "It is tho face of an angel," snid a woman, near Adain Lxix. "Who is sho?" Another voice answered, "An aristocrat, who has .lotirnoycd from Oaou to do "this deed— Charlotte Corduy." A squad of fusiliers rushed up and cleared a. passage for the prisoner. "Poor people!" murmured Charlotte Oordny, looking with pitying eyes upon the howling mob, "you wish my death, when yon owe me an altar for freeing you from a monster." It' was 8 o'clock of a July morning, when up 'the dark, doop stair in the basomont wall of tho Palais do Justice tho gendarmes conducted Charlotte Cor- clay to her trial before tho Revolutionary Tribunal. As sho took her place on tho bench of the prisoners, the maledictions of the people died away In murmurs of admiration. Never before had murder worn such an aspect. Her beauty wns mar- vellous; her firmness and intrepidity amassed eron the Judges. "Details are needless," sho said, calmly; "it was I who killed Marat!" "What did you think to effect by it?" "Uestore pcaco to my couutry. L took Ills life to save Franco," "Why did you hate him?" "For his crimes," "Do- you think, then that you have assassimUetl all the Marats?" "Since he is dead, others will tremble," Adam Lux was seated near the prisoner. His eyes never left her faco. When the president of the tribunal passed sentence of death, the Mayouce deputy leaped from. his chair, and extended his arms in passionate protest. '«NQ, no!" he cried wildly; "for the love of heaven, no.!" Jt was the only voice raised against her fate, and she recognized the man who had conceived for her such a strange and mystic passion; he was faithful In this terrlbhrhour— he dared to speak in the face of the judges. She •turned and thanked him with an eloquent look. As though a sword had pierced his heart, Adam fcux reeled and Sveiit down In, a. swoon to the floor of the Tribune. The gendarmes conducted Charlotte Corduy b/ick to the prison. With perfect composure she made ready for the scaffold. As Sauson, exacutioner, entered to prepare her for death, she took from his hand the scissors, out n long curl of her chestnut hair, and gave it to "Mro'e. HiPbard, the wife of the jailer. ''Send this, with my thasks," she said, "to the deputy from Mayence." Sanson arrayed her in the red robe of mimleroas, cut her magnificent hair, and then bound her slender wrists. '"£hi§," she said, "}s the toilet of death, arranged by rude hands, but }c leads to immortality." AH the death-cart left the prison, a terrific storm burst over Paris, but the countless swarms of people in the squares and streets remained yudimin- ished. The furious fishwives shrieked, around the tumbril- Charlotte Corduy di4 not seom to heay theu>, much less tp regent their jjjs.ujts, Her face uneaythjiy beajjty ftw4 serenity; |e fJfBPfla It. of m mffti . hts Slat, m lite Mnd-thc efl*hfe-falr-JiJll& It ViMlS Adam L'Ux> hngViml, pnlo ns ashos. fte bowed deeply to tho prisoner. Sho started slightly, and a mnlle of pcaslvo sweet.lie* appeared for itti ittstafit ofl her lips. He stepped br-hin.t tha tum- bril, and, with uncovered head, followed it to tho fodt of tiio Bcfttfrtld, Attended by this mysterious love, Charlotte Corday went to th6 guillotine. As she mounted tho scaffold, her eyes ll Upon Adatii Lux, who stood nt Us foot. She smiled find looked quickly np to the summer" sky, where tho clouds we're now breaking. It wad a farewell, and also ft promise of future mooting, Tho next moment sho had placed herself under the knife. The next day a man entered the convention, so haggard, so changed that lie was hardly recognised us the hand-* somo young deputy from Mtiyeiice. With the recklessness of one toho had IK- inoro to hope or to fear, he ttsfceiid- td tho tribune, and bngun to impeach nntl nltnck Marat's associates. In vain his friends warned him to desist. Hotly, fiercely he vindicated tho young Nor- inf.u lady who had sacrificed hei" own life to rid Franco of n. wholesale assassin. He published the "Apology of Charlotte Cot-day," and was ImnicauUc* ly arrosted and sent to the Abbny'o Prison. As he entered its sinister door, ho flung Up his lint and cried joyfully, 'I shall die, then, for her!" Ho Wns brought before the Revolutionary Tribunal. When the act <of accusation was read to him, he said, with a scornful, curling lip: "I am a stranger to your laws as well as to your crimes. If I have deserved punishment, it is not. a.uioug Frenchmen that I should suffer." From his prison he wrote a farewell letter to little Margaretho, for away in the secluded house at Muyencc. "I dio for the woman; I lovo," ho said. "On the scaffold her spirit awaits mine. Death will unite us. I go with a glaci heart, for I no longer .desire life." He dressed himself for the scaffold like a bridegroom for the presence of his bride. Ills lilac coat was embroidered with gold thread. His powdered hair, his knee brooches and waistcoat of white satin, and frills of finest lace gavo him the air of a courtlor. "At last I shall sec her ngnln," he said, pressing to his lips tho chestnut curl the jailer's wife had given to him. He mounted tho guillotine with a smile on his lips and a rapt, uplifted look in his eyes. "At hist!" he repeated, and the knife fell. So ended ono of the strangest attachments the world ever knew—or was this'only its beginning? MISERIES OF RUSSIAN SOLDIERS Robbed and Starved liy Brutal Officers and Often Maimed and Ileatcn. With tha exception of the regiments of the guards— a mere plaything of the czar— the Russian soldier is a miserable looking object, sickly, and dressed in a uniform out of all proportion to- Ids stature, says Spare Moments. Ho is wretchedly paid, always half famished, and, in fact, appears more qualified to be defended than to defend. One has not to go far to find tho reason of this. Tho Russian commanders have, almost in every instances sought their positions, not in the hope of proving user ful to the state, but with an eye to rue riches which will accrue to them in the shape of plunder from tho government and from their ur.fortnnntc subordinates. Forage, equipments, remounts, and, lastly, the sohllars' rations offer ample scope for plunder, and these are the sources from which largo fortunes arc amassed. By regulation each battery must possess fifty-eight horses, and the government provides the commander with tho funds for tho mir- chaso of that number. As a mutter of. fact, however, only forty horses are I'.urchuset), returns showing tho full number arc forwarded to tho commissariat department and the difference finds Its way into the commander's pocket. A somewhat similar system is followed in regard to the forage. Tho horses arc kept on short allowances of hay nnd oats; tho soldier, unable to obtain the requisite supply of forago from the proper quarter, is compelled to mako up tho deficiency by theft from neighboring peasants. Each 'soldier is entitled to one-quarter of a pound of moat , throe pounds of black rye bread, one third of a pound of groats, and 1 farthing with which to buy such luxuries as salt and pepper, Even this scanty table furnishes its quota to the commander's pocket In tho first place, the contractor for meat, by moans of a tempting bribe, procures an acceptance of an article of tho worst quality and not Infrequently substitutes' horse for ox flesh. In order to permit of a still further gain the commanders direct tho dough to be well watered, and tho bread issued to the soldiers Is, conseauontly, of the worst possible quality— pasty and half decomposed. The flour saved by this watering process is accumulated and disposed of to private persons, Tho rtfulntion quantity of groats resolves itself into about one spoonful. Re- duct d by hunger and starvation, it is no'wohder that ovory Russian soldier suffers severely from one form or another of dyspepsia. In no other army aro such cruelties practiced upon soldiers as in that of Russia, The thrashings are interminable, and oven trumpets 'tij»d other musical Instruments are made use of \n these castigations, I J ( jy( e known a man to be thrown under a lurse's feet for some }m4giiary of- ffiis.'o, and I well remember a ?aw wl'tro a single blow of a fist of an officer ruptured the drum of a uua's car and rendered htm deaf for life. Acme of Heurtle»»ue»s. *'Mlss Higglnspike seems to be singularly unimpressionable." "Unimpressionable?" She's adamant, That woman could sit with a barrel of sliced, onions under her noso and hear Clam Morris play for a whole, evening and not shed a teai 1 !"— Chicago Tribune. "I don't SPO why you don't want to say anything about Miss age, maiwaaa," said Tommy, looking a$ the guest. "She djwss#'t iftpfe aw m WJw»'» fin incident At the Club— Attt Fort Itt . ft 8th*»rt"--nw Iftftt Vl*>t"tn the Vtoiti NOT WHAT* or Cried "I'll 'Btnith, his all flaming hot, kick thftt »6n Atid slap his face Who s aid that word, nor care I -what The deed may cost me when 'tis do&e— I'll thump him if he weighs ft ton t » Smith's fellow-olubmen 'round him drew And sought to soothe Ills blazing ire; Whence came the insult no one knew, Wherefore Smith's anger bUmed the higher, "I'll hunt that man," he told each one, "And kick him If he -weighs a ton!" tip rose young Brownleigh then, and strode Unruffled, calm, and five feet high. Straight where the Insulted clubman glowed. "I said it, sir," quoth he. "and I Repeat it trebly. Durst go henob And try thy skill at thrust and fence?" Paled then the cheek of Smith and fled The dangerous luster from his eyes. "1 have no feud -with you," he sold ; , "I'll touch no man of common size; But who so flouts my father's son, I'll kick him— if he weighs a ton." H. S. TO.MBH. Any Port In a Storm. Frayed Fagin—Talk about^ sittin' Ulside yer owu hearth and fireside! It ain't in it with this. A Financial Coup. First—You-seems,ter be.pritty. flush, pard. Must cr hit a new skeetn. Second Tramp—I has. It's th' -jail bird lay. All I has t«w do is tor ask fur a job mendin' chairs' an' the ladies generally gives me a dime tor get rid o' me, so I want steal nuthin. lingered. Brown—Great haul the police made iu that raid last night. Jones—Who were arrested? Brown—Twenty-five election in speetors. A Joke on I'op, Small Boy—I've got a good joke on pop. Yoting Richfello—What about? JJSmall Boy—Pop saw Mv. Poorchapp in the parlor last night, with his arm around sister, and pop is so near-sigh ted he thought it was you, and ho didn't B(iy a word. Kef or in with Moderation. Dodge—Don't you think something- should be done to put an end to these prize fights? Lodge—Decidedly! They ought to be stopped by some stringent measure, to take effect immediately after the fight between Corbett-and Jackson, Killroail^ Teacher—Give a synonym for the word "reduce." Bright Boy—Equalize. "Wrong." "Well, that's the word the railroads use when they reduce wages." "Hum! Give » synonym for the word 'increase. 1 " "Equalize." "Nonsense!" "Well, that's tho word the railroads use when they increase ratea" Her Calendar, Her tears are April showers, May buds her smiles, And June's sweet blossomed bowers Her witching wiles--- 'fo all aaveme. Alas! With lips a-pareh I watch her cojcjly pass, . know she's March. the Wrong Direction. 5 — My grfifeldtfa!' 1 they wdfl't tegia till 1 get Bad* Missionary—I hope, my poor unfortunate brpther, that you-now see the error of your way. The unfortunate brother- (a. burglar by profession)—Ypu're right I do, gent. If .J.d sloped right dowu der skeefe jrj,, ,§,iea4 pi raiiujiH^ ia dey ayy way, Orte tittle futbfc ' Ho, it can ttever be. 1 dd »6t .ove you enough to be you? \vite But, before you go, 1 wafit tdftsk one fitv8f. lie (dejectedly)— Welt, what? She—Please do flofc marry afly one else. A t»y View. Mrs. Hlbbs—Mrs. Crape got thd insurance on her husband's lifts within a week after his death. Mrs. plbbs— Well, well! That's most extraordinary. They couldn't find any excuse for not paving it, I suppose.— New York Weekly. 1 A Chlnl's Atnoiiff **. Winkers—What a tiresome piece of insipidity that girl is! Binkers—Her parents ought to keep her at homo. The first thing they know some modern novelist will take hci 1 for a heroine. Mia Forte. He was well known In tragedy, An actor full of pride. No wonder he successfully Committed suicide. True philanthropy. Eastern Man (in the west)—Who is that fine-looking old gentleman? Western Host—He is a man who has made thousands happy. "A great philanthropist, 1 presume." "That's about it. He is tho most tender-hearted judge in our divorce court." In No Dcmimrt. Moldy Mike—I'm gettin 1 along slick now. Always asks for work at me trade, and never gits offered any. Weary William—Wot do yer pretend to be? "A tombstone carver." "And don't you ever git offered a job?" "Naw. I keeps away from towns wots got trolley cars." An American Society Incident, First American—What are the Noo- dells making such a fuss about? Second American—They say that the Doodells next door have stolen the Noodells'. coat of arms. Now Yorlt Ticket Agents. Western Man—That's about the tar. cst ticket seller I've seen yet. I'o- lite as pie. Mr. Gotham—Oh, we have plenty of that kind in New York. They live in flats where there are janitors. Gotham Shiirpnoss. Eastern Man—You westerners think you are pretty smart, hut you can't hold a candle to New Yorkers. Western Man—Think they're sharp, do yoh? Eastern Man—Sharp as razors. Why, sir, I know men in New York who have walked about the streets and even ridden in Fifth avenue stages without being robbed. It Might. Ue Uor Lust Visit. First Widow—Why, Mrs. Verdant, what do you intend to do with the pail? Second Widow—Well, you see, my poor husband requested that his grave be-kept'green-and as I am about to'be married again I thought I would give it a coat of green paint Adapting Themgelveg to Clroumstiincoa. Little Hoy—I stayed in the parlor all last evening when Mr. Squeezem was callin' on sister, just us you told me. D Mother—That's a good boy; and hero is the candy I promised you, D id you got tired? Little Boy—Oh, no. We played blind man's buff, and it would have been lots of fun only I was "it" nearly all the time, Limits of Street-Car Service, Upton (looking from Jus office window)—Phew! What a snow-storml The walking will be terribly bad by the time I start home. Friend—I thought the street-cars passed your house. Upton—Y-e-s, but they never run when the walking is bad. ha-e shadb-wy vl/us etftetsftea ttpett' said & tftttfeopiftet tb- Dispatch, supporting 1 tti8 reiacai*Hallda. »'Ydu also had oxperlefeess fiflable, vague- fe 6f 86mebody wfateh you and tnado yoMiattv, »l'ifl I'v6 seen thai before.' Yet ydfl know pretty positively fcfaafo r fa? tts this present existence is corned, it was impossible tdt you ' have received even aa 'idea' .df. place ot persoa. 1 have people with whom 1 bedawo at flrat sight. It'aeetts. titf I oftan told them, that I had them for. years. It wag only other evening I met a lady from SA&\, Francisco Whose face had been in,my> mind for years.' As 1 eoort" as we Wet > there seemed to be something that ' drew Us together. We Wore'aS old friends. The most I'ema'i'kable in*' stance I ever heard ^-ia that of tha daughter of Isaac Fulton. IVelvfe years ago he resided in Efflnghana county. 111. While shore he burled a daughter named Maria, who was takett away just as she was budding into womanhood. About a year later he removed to Dakota, Where he still resides. About three years after his- daughter's death he Was blesdoft with another little girl, who wa»' christened Nellie, it being the favo?- ite name of his wife. When the littlo, one became old enough to talk sho persisted in calling herself Maria. She became quite angry when ' tola her name was Nellie.: She- said 'th'& < name belonged to her, as her parents used to call her Maria. A matter of • business took Mr. Fulton baok to EHlrigham county and for company he took Nellie along. The father was surprised at the intuitive- knowledge the g.irl had of the place. She not only recognized the old home, but many people she had never seen, whom the first daughter had been acquainted with. About a mile from the homa was a school home whera Ma ia had gone to school. Litfclo Nellie had never seen the place, yefc she gave an accurate description of it to her father and expressed a strong desire to visit it. Accordingly her^father took her out t'6 the school house. As soon as she was inside sho marched straight up to the desk her sister had occupied and said: •This ia mine.' In telling the story Mr. Fulton said that it seemed as if tho dead had come back from th» grave; but her mother would not have it so. She says, if that is true, sho had but ono child, and God gav» her two. "Mo Soa.ro!" Some of the uninitiatsd Canadians bring with them into Maine a lively apprehension of personal peril. Being strangers in a new land makes them nervous,''perhaps. A Somerset county farmer who lives well up on a hillside tolls a story of his hiring- through an interpreter a Canadian who could speak no English to work for him. The farmer is rather a, large, stern-looking man, and jusfc after the French «7!a,n_ : ftrrlvod at his housfi he stopped into tho-panti'y- and canio out with a largo butcher- knife in his hand, whetting it on a> sharpener as a preparation for cutting some meat for supper. He at the same time began to mako soiuo talk in English to the Gaul, whose oyea opened wider and wider in alarm as ho watched the whetting of the knife. Ho evidently thought murder was intended, fo 1 , aa tho farmer came nearer, ho bolted out of doors like a deer and ran across th& Holds and down the hillsides. His only answer as tho farmer run after him endeavoring to call him bank was: "Mo scare! Mo scare!" The employoi*. had to go to town antf have matters explained b'y aa interpreter before ho could induce th» Frenchman to return. Winks— -Did you eve? notice that chiving hard times, religious revivals always start up and the long-empty churches are sure to be filled? "How do yon account for it?" free." Ten us n StlinuluiU. Tea drinking among mon has all at once excited discussion. Hut it does not appear to be known, saya a. contemporary, that nearly all mea of literary habits who exhaust nepva force take to tea drinking, Jbdwin Booth used to have a pot of tea simmering- in his stage drosslngroom. Preachers, orators and law/era find a cup of strong tea the gentlest and most harmless of brain bracers, an4 it has no reaction. The reason why youflg men affect to despise tea drinking is that they associate i£ with declining power and old women. But the truth ia that ten. if of a pure kind »ud properly "drawn," is about as innocuous and pleaaaut a. stimulant as a young man can resort to after a long worry or a drain pf otipnal oi' ifttelleiQtual force. If it could be made to take the plaqa of champagne and absinftiei the cowing race would be bettor oft Some American restaurants have takea to furnishing the extra te» thai ia served a ia Husse—that is, withonV milk, biit with, the Hadit-loft ol « slice of lemon. A tfefe Mothey — What does the doctor Paughter~|je says I have trouble and must pot read that is the least bit exciting. Mother— That's too bad. You will have to confine yourself to the monthly magazines. Lord Noodle — Aw — American girls must, be different from English gjrls if lh?y ave permitted to go a-boijt with- ph'iperoi^s, do»'$ you know- Oiri— Perhaps. OWi»loi» of The old, geographical divisions p| Tennessee into east, west and middJa still holds, but the mouamlnoua Kaslj Tennessee is growing in rela^ly* wealth and population, The counties that properly constitute Wesfc Tennessee now have 4 pppi^latiQij qf about 50,00J; those qf sea have 8JO.0)0, an4 tljosj of Temieesee have iirst broljo intq Ten&Bsse* from east, when Panuel Booii through the

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