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YE LADS AND LASSES.
Ye lads and lasses, to the front:
Tu yours to lead the van!
Fight fori he right
With all your might;
Do all the good you can!
In every cause that's good and ji
Be ready to appear;
D.- brave and bold,
And let the old
Fait to the rear.
. T7ith spirit eater In he strife,
Hot shrink from ar y test ; ,
With purpose true
Your way pursue,
And do your very best.
Upon the fateful .iattle-fleld
Have courage to appear;
For honor strike,
Fall to the rear.
Xead on! lead on to victory!
March up the heights of fame!
In every act
Reveal your tact.
Your earnestness proclaim!
Be diligent at every task.
Be honest and sincere
From day to day.
Though others may
Fall to the rear
Old age to youth resigns its sword,
And bids it take the field,
To storm the walls
Till error falls.
And foes are forced to yield.
So, lads and lasses to the front.
And br.ivcly persevere
From day to day,
Till Death shall say.
-Fall to the rear!-'
Josephine rollard, in S. Y. Ledger.
Sin and Happiness Can Not Walk
Hand in Hand.
Let Johnson be ready to take me out in
half an hour," said Mr. Bickster to the serv
ant who answered the parlor belL
A cloud fell over the fair face of his wife.
"Are you going out this evening" she
asked, and the disappointment in her voice
was perhaps not unmixed with reproof.
"Yes; there is to be quite a famous guest
at the club to-night," he said; "some En
glish swell, and we are to give him a supper,
and then a party of us go to the opera. It
is something I must not fail to do my share
of this entertaining business, you know,
"It must bo very delightful to be enter
tained," she said, sarcastically. "I would
like to realize it myself."
'Well, isn't De Forest coming around to
practice with you? I saw him to-day, and
told him to come. I don't want you to get
lonesome; and you know I am very liberal
with you. I don't know anotherfellow with
a handsome wife who is as glad to have his
friends entertain her, and bo entertained by
her, as 1 am."
"O, yes; I know that," Mrs. Bickester
answered with a weary little sigh. "But
sometimes a wife is so foolish, you know,
as to prefer her husband to her husband's
friends. However, I would bo the last
woman on earth to want you to stay at
home one evening, or one hour, against your
own inclinations. Thero is the bell no
doubt it is De Forest and his violin."
It was De Forest with his violin, aud ac
companied by a strikingly handsome man,
whom he introdsoed as Count Dubois.
"I took the liberty of bringing my friend
with me he said to Mr. and Mrs. Bickester.
as he placed his violin at the end of the
piano, "without waiting to ask permission.
The Count only arrived this afternoon from
an extended tour of the States; and I did
not wish to neglect the kind invitation ex
tended to me to-day by the hospitable host
of this mansion, and I felt sure I could not
better entertain my friend than to bring
him here into the presence of the charming
"I am very glad you took the liberty, and
I trust jou will have a pleasant evening,"
Mr. Bickester said, as he rose to go out.
"As for me, I have a duty of entertainment
to perform at the club to-night; and duty
is not always the greatest pleasure, you
know, if it is supposed to bring the highest
happiness. In this instance, I am certain,
both the pleasure and the highest happiness
would bo secured by foregoing the duty and
remaining at home with three such com
panions. However, I trust to have that
privilege on many future occasions. Count
Dubois, consider the house yours while you
remain with us. Any friend of Mr. Do
Forest's is welcome. Good evening, gentle
men; au rovoir, madame."
Hugh Bickester little dreamed how fully
Count Dubois would carry out the privilege
accorded him by his host.
"O, yes; it was a very pleasant evening,
as such evenings go," Clarice told her hus
band, when he asked her if she was well
entertained during his absence. "Mr. De
Forest played better than usual, and he
brought a beautiful composition with him
something now, for piano and violin. And,
best of all. Count Dubois sang. He has a
marvelous tenor voice, which affected me
powerfully. I could not restrain the tears
when he sang one song. Mr. De Forest tells
me he is tho last of a very old family in
France the solo possessor of tho title and
the estate, which yields him a competence."
And he has come to America to seek a
rich wife! He is very shrewd he will, of
course, succeed," laughed Hugh. "Scores
of heiresses will bo glad to lay their for
tunes at his feet, in exchange for his title."
"But he could not give his title to a score
of them very well," Clarice responded.
"And Mr. De Forest tells me he has a ro
mantic history; he lost the idol of his
heart a young girl whom ho was to wed
just before they were to have been married.
That was ten years ago, and ho has been a
restless wanderer ever since, and never
taken the least interest in womankind
Isn't it sad!"
"Very, if true, and a harmless little story
at all events," Mr. Bickester replied. "He
is evidently a very highly cultivated fellow,
and a very handsome man. Wo are quite
fortunate in being the first to entertain him.
No doubt, he will become the sensation ere
long, and charming Mrs. Bickester will be
more than over the envied of her sex, for
having been tho first to feed tho lion."
Clarice smiled a sad little smile.
"Charming Mrs. Bickester asks for no
honors of that kind, and for no notoriety in
connection with foreign counts or society
lions," sho said. "She would much prefer
to have her name spoken only in connection
with her husband's."
"And his spo ken only in connection with
hers! A couple noted lor their conjugal
devotion! That can not bo in these days
my dear, when society demands so much of
husband and wife in different directions.
"Were we Swelling in Arcadia, clothed in flgl
leaves and sustained by falling .fruit and
running brooks, we could afford to forget
tho whole world- and live for each other
only, with 'Love is enough' for our motto.
But we dwell in a hard and practical age.
Society is composed of wheels within
wheels. I am dependent upon Jones, Smith
and Brown forsuccess in my business. Con
sequently I must not offend Mrs. Jones or
Hre. Smith or Mrs Brown; in fact, I must
bo gallant and compliment them when wo
meet, and you must be as charming as pos
sible to them alL The more popular you are
every way, the better for me. If we care
for nobody, nobody cares for us. And this
reminds mo that Harry Gray and his wife
are getting up a theater-party for this even
ing, and have asked us and any of our
friends to join them. Suppose I drop around
and invite De Forest and Dubois!"
AnfiUMr shadow flitted across th face ot
Mrs. BicKcstcr as this proposition was made;
but she assented readily, and Hugh went out
to hunt up bis musical friend and the Count.
Clarice bad thought she and Hugh might
enjoy a delightful tete-a-tete evening at
home that night, but she gave up the idea
now. She had been married Ave years, and
to her the love and romance of the union
were unabated, undimmed. Indeed, she
loved her husband far better, more passion
ately, than when she had married him.
She had been a belle in her first season, he
some eight years her senior. He had wooed
her with ardent devotion, and won her
away from a throng of eager suitors. She
loved him then with a young girl's timid
love; she worshiped him now, with an
awakened woman's deep passion. But,
while her home and her domestic joys be
came each year more satisf ying to Clarice,
she saw with alarm Hugh's growing dis
taste for quiet evenings and simple pleas
ures. He wanted a crowd about him. He
grew more devoted to the club. He craved
excitement. He never took her out now for
an evening at the theater alone, and a cozy
supper afterward, as in the old days. It
must be a theater-party noxv, where he was
the escort of some other lady, sho the re
cipient of some other gallant's attention
If she complained he called her attention to
tho fact that he was quite as liberal with
her as he was with himself. He invited
gentlemen to the house, and was glad to
have her entertain then). Of course he
could not always remain at home; a man in
business and in society had a thousand
things to take his time and attention. If he
provided for his family, paid all bills with
out objection, and never left his wife to
mope at home alone, what complaint could
Surely none, save that of a starving heart.
But there is no law of tho statutes or of
society which enables a woman to gain
redre3 for wrongs of this kind.
Perhaps there was no real wrong in the
matter at this juncture. We must make
allowances for inherited natures. Hugh
Bickester was the son of an ambitious and
unhappy politician, who fought his way from
obscurity to notoriety, and died, leaving
his only child the inheritance of his am
bitious propensities, his restlessness and
craving for excitement, and his selfish blind
ness to the smaller duties of life which lie
so close we often overlook them.
He had, like many men, been wild in nfe
pursuit of a lovely woman, until ho made
her wholly his own. Then he had become
accustomed to the thought of possession,
and, while he was contentand satisfied with
his choice, other aims, objects and pleas
ures, aside from his homo, became necessary
to his happiness.
Clarice often exhibited a lack of tact in
her management of him, which a more
worldly woman would have avoided. She
complained of tho change from lover to
husband of the absence of his former inter
est in her; and a man never is won over by
complaints, especially if it is his wife who
And sne questioned him when ho went
out, and when bo returned, concerning his
whereabouts and actions; and a man never
enjoys or is made better by this espionage
of his conduct, especially one who for many
years has lived a life of bachelor freedom.
Hugh Bickester took especial pains to see
that Clarice was never left alone, but he
showed no return of his old passing devo
tion to his home, which had blessed her
early married life. And though now he al
most invariably announced where he was to
pass his time, and how, when absent from
Clarice, which rendered her questioning
unnecessary, his absences wero more fre
quent and prolonged, and the term "do
mestic happiness" seemed one of mocking
derision to Clarice. She was unhappy, but
she was not a woman to sit and pine and
She preferred the society of her husband
to that of all the world beside; but, if she
could not have it, she accepted the society
of the agreeable men who were over ready
to do her homage. Among them Count Du
bois was foremost. Handsome, cultured,
magnotic, the possessor of a thrilling tenor
voice and an inflection whose every ex
pression was a caress, ho was a dangerous
companion for most women. But, sheltered
behind her great love for her husband.
Clarice seemed to be proof against all his
fascinations. She admired him, she en
joyed his society, she was thrilled by his
singing, but her heart was untouched.
While Count Dubois! Ho was growing
madly, fiercely, hopelessly in love with the
fair unhappy woman with whom he was
thrown so constantly by the oft-expressed
desire of her husband.
When he first became aware of the danger
of the sentiment which was dawning in his
breast, let us do him the justice to say that
he made a resolve to avoid and fly tempta
tion. He remained a whole week away from
tho Bickestcrs', and then Hugh hunted him
up and insisted upon his going home to dinner
"We are perfectly forlorn without you,"
he said. "We made up a theater-party last
evening, and half a dozen fair ladios were
disconsolate because you were not of the
number. Mrs. Bickester was cross-questioned
by each lady separately, and obliged to
confess her utter ignorance of your where
abouts. Now, I don't want this to occur
again, my dear Count, while you are in the
city. See that you report here at least twice
What could a man, a Frenchman, do, un
der those circumstances Madly in love
with tho wife, and urged nay commanded
by the husband to seek her presence, he, of
course, cast his scruples to the wind and
plunged into the exciting game of love.
Very carefully, very slowly, very systemat
ically, he laid his plans to win the heart of
the wife from her husband. He made slow
progress: but he was so madly in love, he
felt ho could afford to wait.
Hugh Bickester frequented the club more
and more, and was less and less at his own
fireside, and, when he was at home, he in
variably wanted a crowd about him. It was
more than six months from the time when
Count Dubois first entered the Bickester
home, that husband and wife sat alono in
their handsome parlors again. Hugh glanced
at his watch.
"I must bo off," ho said; "I am half an
hour late at tho club now."
Clarice looked at him with an expression
of. infinite longing and tenderness in her
face, which had grown strangely thin and
pallid ot late.
"Why do you never spend any more quiet
evenings with me at home!" she said.
"Why do you always want to go away for
entertainment, or have a crowd about you!
Have you lost all interest in your home and
your wife, Hugh!"
"Why, of course not! What a foolish
idea," he answered carelessly.
She sat gazing at him a moment in silence.
Then she rose suddenly, her cheeks flushing,
her eyes flashing.
"I know one thing," she said, slowly "I
know I have not lost your love because I
have ceased to be an attractive woman; for
other men find me attractive, if my husband
Ho might have seen, ho might have
known, that she was laboring under some
strange excitement when she spoke those
words. He ought to have taken the alarm
then and there, but he did not.
Ho was too sure of her absolute love and
devotion to feel troubled. He only looked
at her, smiling lazily, as he lighted his
"Of course you are attractive, Clarice,"
he said. "I do not see that you look a day
older than you did when I married you.
Why should you! I give you every com
fort and luxury, and never find fault with
you in any way, or deny you one wish. I
don't know any married woman who lives
an easier life than you do, Clarice. Money,
case, luxury, society, full liberty to do as
you please, to go and come, and entertain
whom you will I think I am a pretty good
husband, as husbands go, after alL But
good night I must be off. I suppose the
Count is coming to practice that duet with
you, is he not!
Clarice, who had not taken her eyes from
bis face while he spoke, buu&d listened
with the flush slowly dying from her cheek,
and leaving it more ghastly in its pallor than
before, turned now and walked to the oppo
site side of the room, as she said in a low
and weary tone: "Yes, he is coming. Good
Five minutes later, she stood, alone, lean
ing her brow on her clasped hands above
the mantel, the very droop of her figure be
speaking a listless, despairing weariness of
soul and body, when a rich and melodious
voice spoke close at her side:
"Madame madame, are you ill!"
She started violently, and looked up into
the handsome face of Count Dubois. He
was standing very near her. She trembled
with a strange agitation.
"You are certainly ill," he said, and he
drew her hand in his arm and led her gently
to a divan and seated himself besido her.
They wero silent for a moment.
"I met monsieur your husband, madame.
as I came in," the Count said, presently.
"It is a strange mystery to mo how a man
with such a beautiful home and a lovely
wife can leave them both so often for the
boudoir of an actress like Nanine. Her
brazen beauty would repel, not attract, me.
I am glad, madame, that you do not allow
yourself to pine away in solitude, and make
yourself miserable on that account. I am
glad that you allowyourself the pleasures of
society, even though you starve your heart
and tho hearts of those who adore you."
Whilo the Count spoke, Clarice felt her
self growing cold and numb. She closed
her eyes and swayed backward, where a
gentle arm was stretched to support her.
She yielded herself to its pressure uncon
sciously. Heart and brain were so tortured
and stung with pain, sho gave no thought to
"What were you saying about about
Canine?" she asked in a hoarse whisper.
"Surely you are jesting. My husband does
not go to see that actress, save in tho au
dience. We have all been to see her several
times. She plays well. But he oh, no,
you are mistaken, Count Dubois."
Tho count laughed, a bitter sarcastic
laugh, unpleasant to hear.
"My dear lady," he said, "I did not sup
pose you ignorant of this matter or I never
should hae been the first to speak of it to
you. But the whole city knows what a
slave to Nanine Monsieur Bickester has be
come during the last two months. No day
passes that he does not see her. He is said
to be most favored of all her lovers, just
now. But surely, madame, you " At
this juncture, the Count's remarks were in
terrupted by tho sudden dropping of a limp
figure against his shoulder. Clarice had
Sho recovered consciousness to find her
self held closely in the Count's ar,ms, his
hands stroking her brow, his pale face bent
closely above her own, while ho murmured
passionate words of endearment.
"My darling, my beautiful one," he cried,
as she opened her eyes, "you must not
grieve over one man's perfidy and falseness.
Here is one who loves you better than his
life, who will give you devotion, tenderness,
happiness forever. Fly with me, dearest;
go this very night. Let your husband seek
the actress, but never again let him insult
you by coming home to you. It is more sin
ful to dwell with him after he is untrue to
you, than to fly with one who will devote
his life to making you happy. Come, go
with mo this very night, Clarice "
But Clarice drew herself from his arms,
weak, trembling and pallid as death.
"No, no," she cried, "wait, wait. I must
see him first I must hear the confession
from his own lips. I can not believe it till
he tells me it is so. I can not condemn him
"You have but to go with me this very
evening, to the side entrance of tho theater,
and I will give you proof of my words,"
Count Dubois answered, quietly. "Your
husband will emerge therefrom at Nanine's
side, and drive away with her in a close
carriage. Will you go! Do you desire the
"I do I will go," she answered.
"An hour later, two cloaked figures stood
motionless at the pr ate entrance of the
theater where the beautiful "Nannie" per
formed nightly to enthusiastic audiences.
A thousand wild thoughts, memories, inci
dents, were floating through the excited
brain of Clarice, as she waited there. Her
husband's prolonged absences, his increas
ing disregard of his home, his avoidance of
quiet evenings alone with her. Ah, why
had she been so blind as not to see and un
derstand that she had a rival in his heart!
Wny had she been the last to know the
bitter, humiliating truth! And yet and yet
perhaps, after all, it was not truo; perhaps
lie was not there; perhaps he would not
come forth with Nanine, and Count Dubois
would confess it all a cruel jest.
But, even as the wild hope began to find a
place in her tortured mind, there was a
murmur of voices, the sound of footsteps, a
light laugh and Nanine, all wrapped in a
snowy fleece of cloud-like drapery from
which her face shone like a star, came trip
ping into the glare of tho gaslight, leaning
upon tho arm of Hugh Bickester. They
paused just a second in the full blaze of the
'Why, where is my carriage!" cried the
silvery voice of Nanine. "Ah, there it is at
the corner. Let us walk down there, Hugh
it is but a step."
Count Dubois felt his arm pressed by the
clutch of two convulsive hands. He did not
dare look at his companion for a moment.
"Let us go," she said, quito calmly.
Hope for tho first time awakened in the
Count's breast as he saw the effect of this
certainly convincing proof on the slighted
woman. Sho still held her head erect, still
walked quietly at his side, apparently un
moved by the sight of her husband's con
duct But Dubois knew better; he saw that
the blow had stricken Clarice with a sort of
numbness which would make her utterly
indifferent to every thing save her own
misery. He compassionated her deeply,
though there was a thrill of triumph min
gled with his better feeling. Surelyl he
could, in time, make her happy; she would
not go on caring for her false husband for
ever. Love, mortally wounded, must die;
and, some day, in return for his own untir
ing devotion, she would give him her heart.
He looked down at her pityingly as she
turned mechanically away, still supported
by his arm.
"Where shall we go!" he asked softly, in
response to her words.
"Anywhere, anywhere it does not matter
to me," she answered, in a tone of dull,
"Shall I take you home!" the Count in
quired, laying gentle stress on the last
The familiar phrase seemed to sting her
into sudden, keen, bitter remembrance. It
was a horrible mockery of her misery. Per
haps he had guessed that the words might
have some such effect had hoped so.
For a few instants Clarice, overcome by
the rush of returning memory, could not
answer to his question. It was no longer
her home since love had fled merely a
luxurious dwelling where she was housed
and fed by an unloving husband who had
promised to shield aud honor her. And
this was tho manner in which he had ful
filled his vow 1 Wearily, hopelessly, she
lifted her eyes to the Count's and gasped
out the words:
"Anywhere but there anywhere else; all
other places are the same."
"My poor child !" was the only answer he
made, as he found a carriage and helped the.
almost fainting Clarice into it. But he
knew he had attained the summit of his
It was twelve years later, when a woman
sat quite alone in her room, in one of the
largest European hospitals. She was one
of the trained nurses, and had been in her
present position for almost three years.
She had had a hard day, and was very
tired now; yet, though it was past midnight,
she could not sleep. Ghosts of her past life
seemed haunting her with more than their
usual persistency. Dead joys, dead sorrows,
dead sins arose up and confronted her,
whichever way she sought to turn, to-night.'
She arose and stood before tho mirror, ar
ranging her hair for the night.
"I am only thirty-eight, and yet mjr hair
Is almost snow-white," she mused, as she
laid aside her professional cap and brushed
out the still abundant locks. "And my face
how haggard and old it looks to-night.
Ah, well, it does not matter! there is no ono
to care no one to care." She dropped down.
in a chair and hid her face in her hands,
and the tears fell through them in bitter,
scalding drops. She was thinking of a
bright beautiful girlhood, a brilliant mar
riage, a happy wifehood of a few brief
years, then of neglect, estrangement, doubt,
treachery, despair, temptation, flight.
"It was a great mistake, a great mistake,."
she moaned; "though the devotion promised
me was given though, while Count Dubois
lived, he was my slave and I his idol it was
a terrible mistake. Sin and happiness can
not walk hand in hand it is one of God's
sternest laws that they shall not be united.
Far better had I borne my bitter lot in si
lence, and suffered, my humiliation alone
with an unsullied souL There could have
been no lot more wretched than mine has
been during all these terrible years. Love,
devotion, wealth, excitement, travel, as
sumed honors, what were they all to one
whose heart was tortured with a remem
brance of a lost Paradise, a ruined
nnmc. u ivrpflrWI lifnJ O. it tvmild have
been better, far better, to have suffered and
made no sign. And where oh, where to
night is he who brought all this ruin to a
life that was once happy and good! Is he
alive and does ho feel no remorse!"
A quick rap sounded on tho door.
The nurse started from her bitter reverie
and hastily brushed away the tears as she
opened the door.
Qne of the physicians stood before her.
"Pardon my disturbing you at this late
hour," he said, "but there has been an acci
dent in the street; a man has been thrown
out of a carriage and badly injured, and wo
need a steady hand and calm nerve to assist
us. We can trust no one so well as you.
Come at once to the operating room."
The nurse hastily coiled her hair, and, re
placing her cap, followed tho physiciarj to
tho room indicated.
The injured man lay stretched upon the
table, bared to the waist, one crushed and
mangled arm hanging, a mass of unsightly
flesh and broken projecting bones, at his
side. But he was perfectly conscious.
When the nurse approached the table sho
gave a low moan, and would have fullon had
not one of the physicians reached out a pro
"You aro overdone, overtaxed," he said.
"I never knew you to be so affected at a
sight of this kind. You must return to
"No, no," sho answered, "I am bettor
now. It is nothing only tho patient is
known to me. But hush ho may not rec
ognize me it is betterif he does not.
But already the patient's feverishly bril
liant eyes wero fixed upon the face of the
nurse with a searchinggaze. Thenhespoke,
starting to an upright position.
"My God!" he cried, "it is Clarice Clar
ice hero and with that hair !" Then he fell
The nurse was kneeling at his side.
"You must be quiet; you must not bo
agitated," she said, calmly. "There is a
dangerous operation to perform, and you
must not be excited."
There need be no operation," he said, in a
labored voice. "Tho crushed arm does not
matter tho trouble lies here in my chest
There is some internal injury. I shall not
livo many hours. It does not matter now.
I came to Europe to seek you, Clarice; I
could not live longer I could not die until
I had seen you and told you that it was all
a terrible mistake. I wronged you I was
unkind : but I was never as you thought "
He ceased suddenly and put his hand
upon his chest. He gave one long sigh and
and then he breathed no more.
"This man was a friend of yours?" tho
physician asked, turning to tho nurse.
"Somo oneyou had known!"
"Ho was my husband," she answered.
They went out quietly, and left her alone
with her dead alono with the irrevocable
past, tho pitiless present, the hopeless fu
ture. There her husband lay, deaf to entreaty,
insistence or outcry. Sho had spoken no
word of forgiveness, had received none
death had como too quickly for this comfort
to be possible. She must live the rest of
her days with regret and remorse as her
constant companions. If she could only
have known the peace of pardon from him
whom sho had wronged so deeply; but that
could not bo. All the ghosts of the past
which had haunted her before must rise up
now with tenfold power to torture hor.
She knelt by her dead all her own now,
when too late until tho gray of the morn
ing. Then she rose and walked to the win
dow, looking out at the dawn just beginning
to redden in the cast.
A faint gleam touched the white still face
like a benediction. Was ho sorry for her!
she wondered. Did he love her now with the
old-time fondness before change had come!
Surely, it must be so. With tho new day, a
new hope seemed born she could believe
that all might be well with them both.
Somewhere in tho eternal morning, forgive
ness and reconciliation awaited.
And, with this trust in her heart, she
finds peace kneeling there beside her dead.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox, in Peterson's Magazine.
EDUCATION OF GIRLS.
Too Much Culture Will Enlarge the Band
of Confirmed Bachelors.
Charles Dudley Warner in not un
kindly fashion suggests that not enough
care is taken to make young ladies in
teresting nowadays. In the eagerness
to become educated, girls neglect the
cultivation of those qualities which
Mr. Warner regards as being the chief
charm of women, and which we may
sum in the two words, feminine fasci
nation. Mr. Warner, like most men of
ideal sentiment, shrinks from the wom
an whose blue stockings are her con
spicuous feature, or who sends power
fully intellectual gaze through double
extra eye-glasses. Man, who has found
it necessary to sharpen his intellect and
harden his mind in order to keep
well in the race, is rather averse to the
musculining process to which woman
has subjected herself so determinedly
in these days of cult and Kant.
Women are becoming learned, phil
osophical, even pedantic, at the sacri
fice of much that gives them empire.
They become oppressive instead of in
teresting in a continual string of know
ledge from which man hopes to escape
when he exchanges the cares or serious
hours for the relaxation and refreshing
zest of society. Comparatively few
women are interesting for more than a
half hour at a time; many are agreeably
entertaining for ten or fifteen minutes;
but what proportion have the inesti
mable virtue of being interesting to
the men who meet them daily, hourly,
throughout a course of years?
It is much more difficult teaming
how to be interesting than it is to get
a smattering of Greek, German, French,
literature and art; it is much easier to
acquire a faculty for discoursing
learnedly than it is to talk agreeably
and exercise the charm of an interests
ing personality. An r irritating old
cynic at an evening party asked of his
hostess: "What has become of all the
women? I only meet petticoated pro
fessors nowadays." But there are
plenty of women left in the world who
strive to and do make life interesting,
sweetly, hopefully interesting, and
many of them could not 'tell the differ
ence between a poem, of Browning and
the affidavit of a penny editor. Chi
cago Inter Ocean,
The oldest and largest tree in the
world is a chestnut near the foot of
Mount JEtna. The circumference of
the main trunk is 212 feet.
In Europe it is customary to leave
visiting cards on the graves of poets.
This seems strange, when it is known
that the occupants of the graves are
always at home. 271 0. Picayune.
Statistics lately published in En
gland show that the world has 700
Croesuses worth $5,000,000 or over, of
whom 200 reside in England, 100 in the
United States, 100 in Germany, 75 in
France, 50 ini Russia, 50 in India and
125 in other countries.
There is anew high-wire act. Two
men starting from different ends of a
! slackrwire meet and pass each other,
going by on a waltz step. A woman
actually dances on the wire, and a man
trots across it with a companion up
right on his shoulders.
The largest island in the world
which 13 also regarded as a continent
is Australia- It is twenty-five hundred
miles in length from east to west, and
measures 1,920 miles from north to
south. Its- area is 2,294,2S7 square
A new idea in tricycling has been
invented byan Englishman who has been
traveling with his wife through Franco
on a machine fitted with a bamboo
mast on which, a sail can be hoisted.
The wind has sometimes kept him
moving, even on up-grades, without
using the pedals.
A weaver with a mathematical turn
of mind, who won twenty thousand
I francs in a lottery, racked his brains
by arithmetical and geometrical calcu-
. lations respecting the number of louis,
five-franc pieces, and sous which he
could spread over a given surface.
Finally the poor fellow had to bo taken
A lady saw a driver, angry with
his horses for soma fancied offense,
about to lash them severely. She in
.to r pted him by inquiring the way to
a certain street, to a certain man's
house, both of which she knew very
well. But he driver,, too gallant not
to answer tho lady's questions, had op
portuu ty for his temper to cool, and
restored the whip to its socket without
striking a blow.
Time, twentieth century. Place, at
the polls. First Female Voter "How
do you do, Mrs. X? Who are you going
to vote for for governor?" Second Fe
male Voter "O, I have not decided
yet. The Republicans have put up Mr.
A. They say he's very popular, and
sure to be elected. But Mr. B, bis op
ponent, he doesn't seem to have any
friends at all, poor fellow; guess I'll
vote for him." First Female Voter
"So Willi." Yankee Blade.
"What will it cost ms, Uncle Ras
tus. to have my coop whitewashed?"
"I kain't tell yet, sah, till I makes an
estimate ob de size and dimenshuns."
That night the owner was disturbed by
a loud noise in the hen-coop. "Hi,
there!" he shouted from an upper
window, "what are you doing there?"
"It's Unc. Rastus," was the reply,
"and he's figgerin' on do size an' di
menshuns ob de coop." Harper's Ba
zar. "This is the darndest place I ever
was in," exclaimed the bucolic gentle
man at the theatre. "I've been look
ing around for the last half-hour and
can't find the door." "Don't you see
the sign on thai door?" asked the gen
tlemanly usher. "Exit, that's Latin,
and means tho place where you go out."
"Then why in time don't it say so? I
don't know nothing about dead lan
guages. 'Cause a feller can't read
Latin, he's got to burn to death in case
of fire, eh?" Boston Transcript.
"Men," said the captain of the
steamer to the frightened passengers
huddled about him. "it is true we are
not gaining on the leak, but we aro
only fifteen miles from land, and if
necessary we can throw overboard
2,000 tons of freight to lighten ship.
There is no occasion for alarm. We
have several hundred casks of rum in
the hold that weKcan " "No occa
sion for alarm!" exclaimed a tall Ken
tuckian, turning pale with apprehen
sion. "Captain, do you intend to throw
that rum overboard?" Chicago Trib
une. The average age of locomotives is
about twelve years, yet many, through
proper habits of living, taking their
meals regular and avoiding all intoxi
cating beverages attain quite a re
spectable old age. The oldest run
ning engine in Germany has been on
the road since 1845, and is conse
quently forty-three years old; quite a
Methuselah, in fact. With regard to
its habits it has always confined itself
strictly to water, though it has been
addicted to smoking all its life. It is
sad to see a locomotive grown prema
turely old by getting on trains and run
ning all night, but they are often met
with in collisions. Texas Siflings.
Flagstaff, Me., is an interesting
town for two reasons. It always has a
Miles Standish among its citizens, and
the Standish farm covers the ground
where Benedict Arnold encamped on
his Quebec expedition, and where he
erected a flagstaff, from which the
place received its name. G. W. Stand
ish, one of the leading men of the
town, is the only remaining son of
Miles Standish, who was the eighth
direct descent from Miles Standish, the
captain of Plymouth. G. W. Stand
ish's only brother. Miles, died seven
years ago, but he left a son Miles, now
twenty-two years old, and G. W. has a
son Miles, who is four years old.
Young lady (at dinner, sadly, to
partner) "I was forcibly reminded
yesterday, Mr. Larkins, of the opening
words of the poem, 'I never loved a
dear gazelle.' " Mr. Larkins (with
interest) "Yes!" Young Lady "Yes;
I was presented with a lovely little
lamb which I tenderly nursed and
cared for through the summer, and of
"which I grew very fond. Yesterday
the poor little creature broke its leg
and it became necessary to kill it- I've
felt so distressed over the matter."
Mr. Larkin "It is indeed, Miss Brown,
truly sad." Young Lady "Ah, yes,
Mr. Larkins, and the piece de resist
ance of to-day's dinner is all that is
left of my poor little lamb. It nearly
breaks my heart Won't you have
a small piece of the crisp fat, Mr- Lar
kins? It ia simply delicious." Epoch.
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