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EFFORT. Tls not enoMffn to tune tnsfyr* And wait tpr hftj-irionlfja to com*. God sehtath'' hot ctlMtrlal Are Whe6gp|Wipi|W||li!^sad numb. •Tls not calmly wait. That qulcke dew should on us fall, To vagwriir long for what is great White iftUl pursuing what ia small. 4 l:-. •Til not enough with tears of woe To weep for all the world's distress, *The dropii that from inaction flow Nor us, nor other lives, will bless. "TIs not enough the love to take That other hearts on ours outpour The soul is only kept awake By giving something from its store. "TIs not enough with drooping wing And aimless feet to walk this earth Effort atone can blessing bring And eroWti the soul with sov'reign worth. —Inter Ocean. A PESKY WHALE. !hove HEBE'S whales an' whales," sarid the captain, sud denly. "Some of 'em is pesky crit ters, an' some ain't so pesky." Smoke went up in clouds, and there was silence for five ^JjT' minutes. "Reckon you've got something on your mind, cap," said the doctor. "Oh, nbtliin' very partickler," said the captain, "but when whales was intro duced it reminded me. I had old Liz aip Behring seia way two years ago—old Liz was my ship, £er full name bein' Elizabeth J. Barker—an* we'd liad a pretty good season. September we put around for the Horn, and, as things happened, didn't see another whale till •*ve struck into the Forties. Then, sir, "•bout 11 o'clock one fine mornin', we do iu' about six knots, we raised a whale •that was a whale." "Big-, I bet," said the doctor. "No, not so terrible big," said the cap tain, "but pesky. I was standin' about "midships when one of the men sings out: 'Hi, Cap, look at 'er blow.' Sure "rough, half a mile off and dead abeam to starboard, he was blowin'. He sent aip a good spout and then seemed to (cinder settle himself, like he was nap pin', showin* a good bit of his length. I old Liz to, and we put over a couple •of boats. Howin' in the small boat was xi Dutchman named Frank. I mention him, 'cause he comes into the yarn pretty prominent. Frank was a good •sailor, but one of them fellers that has •dreadful little to say. He tended right •to business and kept his hatch bat tened close. Well, as it turned out, the Hi tile boat licked the big one and got -lirst whack at the whale. They put a 3iarpoon into him just over his port fin .-and down he went. "I stood a-watchin' things through a .-glass. I waited an' waited for the boat •to start oil in tow, but she didn't do aiothin' but set still, which was puzzlin'. Tn about five minutes somethin' big an' thlack broke water'tween us %ud the Qioat, an' there was old blower, not anore'n 200 yards from the place he went lown. He warn't up long, but euough ito git his bearin's, I guess, for down he -went again, on' I could see the bow •man gettin' ready to give him all the vope he'd take. Then the boat started, .-slewed a bit an' come dead for the ship .at a 40-riiile clip. I never see a boat travel so! We watched 'em, an' when rshe got within a quarter of a mile I ^thinks to myself: 'This is gittin' blamed 5 teres tin'. Iwonder is that whale go •dn' to sheer off or is hie goin' to give us ram? That boat, sir, traveled for us 4V9 true as a hilar, an' I could see the men an hei^g^tin' exqfted. On she come, •throwin' spray like a liner, and I cal ia 1 at ed if she held her course she'd hit us so near 'midships it wouldn't be •nvorth ineasurin' the difference. Then 1 see the man in the bow make a pass •ior- the rope with the hatchet, but he •was nervous like, an' missed it, for the ^hatchet went overboard an' he, losin' 'his balance, along with it. The rest of the men warn't long decidin' what •they'd do. V, was go overboard or git ^smashed to flinders, and when they got "m,- SOTHIN1 VERY PARTICULAR." "within 50 yard of us they all went over Tbut Frank. "'jump, you idiot,' yells I 'do you •want to git stove?' Mebbe he didn't $iear, but reckon it wouldn't make no -difference, for as I'm livin', Doc, that Dutchman lay himself out on his stum inick in the bottom of the boat, grabbed •A foot cleat with both hands and hung on for dear life. Well, old whale kept steam on. I could see the boat go down .-a little by the head as she got close to us, an' I knew the ropes was scrapin' the ship's keel. ~We was all holdiri' brieath .and waitin' to see Frank splatter his brains against the ship's side, when the (boat went hdfee down, stem up and un •der the water with a kercliug. She missed reacliin' us by about five yard.' "All hands- aboard ship-leant over to rsee Frank and the splinters come up, for the boat would sure fetch again the "Steel and goto kindlin' wood. We waited .an' waited an' waited, but, by gum, there weren't no.. splinters an' there wern't ,po Frank. Ali of a sudden one of the liien sings out: 'By the holy jpolcer, look!' I whipped 'round and there 20 fathoms off our port, was the $H&te gunnel, an' Frank standin' up in her, waist deep, holdin' on to a rowlock for deilr life. So help me,- Doe, that boat was towed clean under old Liz, the Dutchman in .her, an' come up souiidon the other aide. f' "Yee, sir under the ship a£ slick aa a whistle an! the Dutchman in her. That whale was a scientist, sir. Hecalkilated all right to lose the boat but, bless you, it's a bigger job than' anyone wanted to tackle 'to stave that craft, an' as for floatin', she was boxed at each end on' couldn't sink. But that ain't the end of the story. We remembered the fel lers that jumped an' we seen the big boat would pick 'em up before we could put another oyer, so we turned to look at Frank again. /There weren't any thin' left in the boat to bail with an* he couldn't do hothin* but wait on the pleasure that whale. He traveled away from the ship as fast as he come at it, an' he must 'a' gone a third of a mile before the boat slacked. Then we seen her slow down an' come to a dead stop. 'Line's busted,' says. I 'man a boat an' fetch -in the Dutchman.' I hadn't no more'n spoke the words when a big wave seemed to rise up near the boat an' old whale blowed 30 foot high. Then he got old Liz in range. Up his tail goes an' he under the water.again. I could see Frank wade forrard in the boat an' try to pay out line, but it was jammed, an' before he could make it loose the boat gave a jerk 'round, al most a-throwin' him out, an' come at us again. What I'm sayin's truth. Doc, that boat struck another bee line for us. I suppose, more properly speakin', the whale did. Gosh! How she did come kitin'! Frank quit foolin' with the line an' just hung on. I reckoned the boat was movin' faster'n ever, only she didn't throw so much water, 'cause she set do\yn almost to her rowlocks. We stood speechless while shewasdriv in' for us. When she got within 100 yards the mate took a big breath and let fly: 'Jump, you Dutch lubber, or you're a dead man.* "But he didn't jump, an' I could see him gittin' ready for another dive under old Liz. "I grabbed up a bucket, climbed on the rail, an' when the boat come near "JUMP, YOU IDIOT." enough I let drive at Frank, hopin' to knock" him overboard if I hit him. He seen it comin', dodged, an' just as the boat went tail up again yelled: *1 can't swim!' "Down went the boat like a soundin' lead, an' this time we all slid over to starboard to see her come up. Seven or eight seconds passed, maybe, an' then about 15 fathoms off out beam up come the boat, bottom up! 'Oh, Lord!' groaned the cook, 'he's at goner!' But he warn't. No, sir. Tj"he boat hadn't traveled 20 yeard afore she righted, an' we seen Frank's head bob up over the gunnel. Well, old whale didn't run so far this time, for he broke water a few hundred fathom off. In about a minute he sent up a stream of blood. I seen then that the harpoon was a good throw, an' he wasn't goin' to fight long. "I sent the second boat out after him, but they didn't git far 'fore down goes whale for the third time, an' in a sec ond the little boat slewed again an' we knew he was comin' at us. There warn't no way to make the Dutchman jump, an' there warn't no way to stop the whale* so we just waited again while the little boat made tracks for us like she was goin' to ram. Just when I reck oned by the line out that the whale was passin' under us there was a tremen dous bang an' every mother's son was thS-owed flat. Old Liz rolled to star board an' then ba&k to port an' lay rockin' while we got^up. Reckon you guess what happened,*Doc? That whale miscalkilated. He laid his course flne as silk, but his elevation was off a couple o' points. He didn't fetch deep enough, an' hit old Liz a welt tha'd like to. rip the keel off her. That set tled the business, too. We looked over the rail an' seen some bloody water, then a flipper and soon a big black body floated up alongside. There, was our whale, sir, dead as a hunk o' salt pork, with the top o' his head half tore off. He was a blue whale, Doc, and he measured close to 62 feet. What, be come o' the Dutchman? Why, tho boat slowed down when the whale rammed us an' the other boat took. him off. Hurt? No. He went to work cuttin' up that whale along with the rest of 'em. I did hear afterward that he was grumblin' 'cause 'twas his bucket I throwed at him an' it warn't picked up, Bight lively whale, warn't it, Doc?" "Right lively," repeated the doctor, absently.—Brooklyn Eagle. From Afar. Professional Jokist (to editor)—Here 5 a fine joke. I've brought it all the way from'Frisco. Editor (reading it)—Ahem! That's the trouble with it. It's too far fetched. •—To Date. Too Much far Willi®. Auntie— Now, Willie, guesi rty ag» and you shall have this stick of candy. Willie—Can't* I'tiitttaBy obfantHip to '40.—N. Y. World. mm: 1 CURIOSITY. ••en Brute Creation Beans to Be Striv ing After tb« Higher Things. Rev. Dr. C. J. Adams, in a recent letter to the Kingston Freeman, New York, incidentally relates the follow ing: "That man is more discontented with things as they arc-—that man has more imagination vhan the lower ani jnals, I do not for moment question. But that the lower animal has both reason and imagination, in common with man, is as unquestionably true as that the sun shines. But the question is now the one of curiosity and discon tent. Cows rebel against restraint. A gentleman in Iowa told me about h\p father wanting the cows in his farmyard to eat clover •hay. They would not do so, because they pre ferred timothy hay. A brother farm er advised him to in some way have the cows approach the clover hay and then drive them roughly away, striking them over the snouts with a fork handle. He did so and th$ result was that they ate all the clover hay and wanted more. Here was a clear case of rebellion against restraint or pro hibition. "Another farmer told me that he built a fence about a straw stack, plac ing the rails upon posts a couple of feet high. Against that fence the cat tle rebelled so emphatically that they stuck their heads under the fence and licked up the old broken and soiled straws oil the outside, over which they had walked before and which they could not have been induced to touch had it not been for the fence. The fence was an appetizer to the cattle, just as the limitations of knowledge are appetizers to man. And in one case as in the other the appetite was not physical.' What the cattle wanted was liberty. The appetite was not of the body, but of the soul. "I received from Pittsburgh the story of a spider that decorates its web a.s it weaves it with bits of logwood, which it takes from a box—with no other possible purpose in mind than that of decoration. Another spider weaves a web with broad walls on it—made by placing the threads more closely than they are placed elsewhere in the web. For what purpose? Simply for the purpose of decoration, or that it may have a place of outing or promenade, for another web is woven for the pur pose of catching food. That spider had an imagination. It was not sat isfied with" ordinary things. It want ed something extraordinary. Ask the man who has hunted antelope on the prairies and lie will tell you that he raises a flag and depends upon the antelope's curiosity bringing it within range of his ball. Around the flag that the hunter raises the antelope moves in ever-decreasing circles till the report comes that is prophetic of its death."—N. Y. Times. HOW SNAKES EAT FROGS. A Rather Dramatic Meal Preliminary Straggle an Impressive Feature. How a snake eats frogs is worth the telling. The writer distinctly remem bers witnessing a dramatic duel of this kind, in which, of course, the snake comes out the winner, getting his dinner in excellent style, and com pletely vanquishing the frog. While a snake may seem, at first sight, an or ganism that is extraordinarily slow of comprehension, any well regulated ophidian knows, nevertheless, exactly how to satisfy the wants of nature in the most approved manner. A snake invariably grabs a frog by the hind legs. This preliminary strug gle is one of the most impres sive features of the combat. With a well-defined natural instinct the chief effort of the frog is to keep his other hind leg far away from the snake's mouth in the hope that he may speedily exhaust his enemy's strength, and also because he feels that if his other hind leg is made captive he will have less power to fight. Once both hind legs are within the serpent's fangs the act of swallowing begins. Inch by inch the struggling frog is drawn further and further into the yawning orifice that expands at eaehgul p. The channel through which the frog has to pass is gradually en larged by slow efforts on the snake's part, accompanied by fierce and fiercer convulsions of the wretched wiggler. The gullet of the snake in its natural proportions is quite large enough to contain the limbs of the frog, but as by frequent gulps the body is drawn fur ther and further into the gullet, the difficulty of swallowing increases. Gradually the ophidian's throat is dis tended,gradually the frog is compressed and drawn out. Finally the latter is double his normal length and half his circumferencc. As the process of ex pansion on the one hand and contrac tion on the other goes on, the frog is worked down little by little, until the snake starts in on his afternoon nap. —N. Y. Mercury. An 98SO Bicycle. An Englishman has just-given to his wife a bicycle that cost $850. The frame and forks are richly overlaid with silver open work the ivory handles are deco rated with silver,and have jade knobs at the ends. Parts of the equipment area solid silver cyclometer, a silver watch and bell and a solid silver lam}}, with cut crystal side lights. The mud-guard is silver-mounted, and strung with the finest silk. Probably $850 is the highest price ever paid for a bicycle, but a good many horses are worth a good deal more than that.—Boston Globe. Flowers Amid the Snow. A gentleman who took a pleasure walk out on the hills west of town the other day says he found numerous bushes of the wild currant in bloom, and that the contrast between the bi'ight red flowers and the snow-cov ered ground and bushes was very strik ing aiid beautiful. On his way out he s^w some parties snowballing on a Iftlvn. and one of them was gathering snow from among abed of daffodils and hyacinths in bloom.—Portland Oregon ian. CARNATION COL Something of the J»l*tOy of Its Wonder 4' •, ful perielpibuent. Long before thte'Cfiristiaii era the car nution had become the favorite of fash ion of Greece and Rome. Owing to the tendency of the flower to develop into an entirely new form, very little ef fort was made in early times to cul tivate it for size, but in 1613 a strain wa*» discovered yielding blossoms 3ya inches in diameter. There is proof that blue carnations were produced in 1700, and as the yellow blossom has already existed, some speculative per son has wondered why the blending of these primary colors has not already produced a natural green specimen. Since the middle of the eighteenth century growers have been trying to "breed oft'" the deep fringes on the edge ef the petals, making a round rose like leaf, and they have succeeded par tially. Immigrant Huguenots are credited with the introduction of the carnation into this country. A half-ljjparted claim to a share in that honor has been made in behalf of the pilgrims, but though these fair flowers certainly flourished in English gardens long ere Cromwell's time, and the pilgrims did bring to America the "clove" or "Paisley" pink and the sweet william, they did not bring the carnation. By whomsoever brought, the carnation was widely spread through American gardens. Up to eight years ago there were not. in all the United States, more than half a dozen men who knew much abou I carnation culture, and, even among those who essayed it, little disposition existed for any considerable investment of time, labor or capital in develop ment of its possibilities. Consequently, our winter-bloomed carnations gen erally were second-rate flowers, poor in tints, small, short-stemmed and ragged looking by reason of their bursted c-alyces. Suddenly there dawned a new era, in which, with half a dec ade, has been accomplished more im provement, in American carnations than was achieved in all the time pre ceding their introduction into the coun try. In 3891 the American Carnation so ciety was organized, and took in not only professional growers, but lovers of the flower generally! Thus far it has had four exhibitions, in Buffalo, Pitts burgh, Indianapolis and Boston. The fifth was held in New York, and opened on February 11, 1896. The classification of carnations is extremely difficult. The American plan of dividing them into two great classes of summer and winter blooming is not a success: England finds trouble with hei* subdivision according to color, and France's seven classes according to the use and habit, of growth leaves several varieties unclaimed. In the last three years the number of kinds considered worthy of cultivation by the Ameri can Carnation society have increased from 420 to 502. Fifteen million of this fragrant, spicy flower are used in one winter in New York city. In addition to this demand by the general public the Van derbilts, the Goulds and several other rich families in the vicinity of New York have greenhouses devoted exclu sively to forcing carnations.—Chicago News. FOOTBALL INCIDENT. Indian "Revenge" for the Fart Duqaesne Defeat of 179S. During the last football season, the Indian school at Carlisle, Pa., sent/ a team of young red men into the field which competed with credit against some of the strongest playing clubs in the country. Among other engage ments they played a match with the Duquesne club in Pittsburgh, and came off victorious. The bearing of the Indian lads was so courteous and manly as to win ap plause from all the white spectators. After they returned home they received a cartoon from the defeated club, with a letter stating that it was "from some of the many friends whom the boys had made in Pittsburgh by your gentle manly playing." The sketch was drawn with spirit, and represented at one side the con test between the red and t.he white men at Fort Duquesne in 1795, the Indians falling beneath the shots of the settlers. On the other side was their contest in 1S!)5, the red man standing, football in hand, victorious over his white broth er and lastly, a picture of the captain of the Indian club, as he was carried, liuighing, off the field in triumph by both shouting teams. Beneath was the suggestive word: "Revenge." If the manliness and magnanimous courtesy of these Indian and white clubs were shown by all football play ers, the prejudice of many thought ful men and women against the game would be lessened, if not removed. When, instead of making men more brutal, it teaches them self-control, good temper and the generosity which can applaud a victorious foe, its dis cipline is wholesome.—Y"outh's Com panion. Cnrious Prehistoric Monkey*. In several places in the Cape Co!onj* and Orange Free State of South Africa caves have been explored which yield ed hundreds of mummified remains of a queer species of six-fingered monkey. All of the full-grown specimens of this remarkable species of quadrumana have the tfcil situated high on the back —from three to *ive inches further up than that on the modern monkey—and other distinguinhing marks, such as two sets of caniae teeth, beards on the males, etc. Whether these creatures were mummified by human beings, who formerly held them in reverence, or were overtaken by some catastrophe, such as a sudden convulsion of nature or a cataclysm which entombed them in their caves,and thus preserved tbcm, js a secret that can never be known.— Public Opinion. —Colored races never have blue eves. Their eyes are always dark brown, brownish yellow or black. IN A CANDY FACTORY, Cleanliness In the Places Whsre Sweet* meats Are Turned Oat. From top to bottom the floors of the factory are covered with tiles, and I noticed that there were people engaged in all parts of the building scrubbing and washing these tiled floors. For a candy factory it was the least sticky or smeary place I ever saw. Absolute cleanliness and sweetness was the rule. There was a slight drift of sugar about, as in a mill where wheat is being ground, and your coat might get a little powdered, but there was always sweep ing going on. Chocolate-making I need not de scribe, only to state that everything was done here by machinery, for the chocolate as produced enters for a large percentage into the bonbons manufac tured. In the sugar-plum departments hand work seemed to be cconstant. Tidy looking young women, all with caps on, were working away, each one with a lit tle saucepan before her full of sugar the sugar was in a pasty condition, the heat being derived from steam. In these saucepans were sugars of all the hues of thetrainbow. The workwomen would take up an almond or a pistache nut, and drop it in the saucepan, then fish it out with a bit of wire fashioned in loop form. The art was to get just the proper coating. Then with a dex terous motion of the wrist the sugar plum would be placed in a tin pan, and with a deft motion of the wire loop a nice finish would be given to the top of it. There were some very small sugar plums, and it would take 200 of them to make a pound. They were all exact in form. These little things, so the fore man told me,had gone through ten proc esses before they had arrived at their present condition. Some of the sugar plums were made in molds. There was pure legerdemain about these. A man took a funnel, and dropped the sugar, just at the crystallizing point, in molds. They were very small things, not more than an inch long by half an inch wide, but the confectioner never poured a drop in the wrong place. Dear me! if I tried to do that, I should make a precious mess of it. Here were sugar-plums of many shades, every workwoman seeming to have a specialty. It was something not alone requiring alertness of hand, but constant watchfulness as to the condi tion of the material used. If it had been too soft, the bonbon would have run and been out of shape. If the sugar paste had been too hard it would have been intractable. How they managed not to burn anything was a wonder.— Harper's Bound Table. THE LION-MONKEY. liegailes Ills Master and Gains a Tem porary Freedom. The silky marmoset, or lion monkey, is a very rare species, found only in the neighborhood of Cape Frio, just north of Bio de Janeiro. They are not much larger than a squirrel, and have beauti ful, long, silky, bright, golden fur, like a child's fair hair. Their popular name is derived from their being the very image of little lions, miniature mane and all. The specimen I once had for a pet, like most of his kind, was intensely nervous—too much so to ever become very tame. I did not keep him in a cage, but encircled his body with a soft belt, to which a thin, light watch chain, not more than a half yard long, was at tached. The other end of this was fast ened to a slender ring, traveling freely up and down an upright pole six feet high, at the top of which was a long cross-bar, placed T-wise so that, as you will see, the monkey had plenty of scope for exercise without much risk of getting entangled, and yet was con find within a limited area. One morning I found his chain snapped and him gone, and I had some little bother to find him and secure him again. I was rather surprised at this, as he had always seemed to approve of the ring-aiul-chain arrangement, and never attempted to get away. The next morning the same thing happened, and the nex'«. and I then became con vinced that be must have been sorely frightened during the night. Seeking for a cause, I noticed that his tin of boiled rice was always emptied cleanly, and as the little rascal himself was too fond of banana and sapodilla to eat much rice, I skrewdly suspected |*ats. Accordingly the next night I baited a cage-trap with some salt fish—which is much more attractive than toasted cheese—and set it just in the line of route between the jalousie, through which I judged they must enter, and Leo's stand. But the following morning a broken fragment of chain again dangled from the ring, the rice was all gone and the monkey was sitting sedately in the rat trap,where he had beguiled the hours of his captivity by eating up the salt fish, greatly to his subsequent derangement. —Golden Days. Women's Pet Economies. One of the wealthiest women of this city will only permit a certain limited number of potatoes to be used in her house weekly. She has a large estab lishment and her entertainments have the appearance of lavishness, but the potatoes are always counted and por tioned out. Another woman whose annual income exceeds her expendi ture by many thousands considers that meat once a day is sufficient. Her dinners are always of the best, but the two other meals that are served daily in her house would hardly sustain the average person for the exertion of a brisk walk. The wife of a wealthy New York business man shivers through every winter because she cannot over come the feeling that a grate fire is an unnecessary extravagance and still another, who is in comfortable cir cumstances, has on several occasions contracted colds that have threatened to end her career by going out on foot in evening- dress because she consid ered a cab a luxury that could be dis pensed with.—IN. V. Journal. —Mr. Boodles—"You began life is barefooted boy, I Understand?" New Clerk—"Yes, sir I was born without •hoes."—N. Y. Herald. —Hunker—"Staggers has a pretty easy time of it." Spatts—"In what •way?" Hunker—-"Hi#wife drives him to drink, and a cabman drives him home."—Town Topics. ~'h —Nothing Else to Do.—Husband—"1 see Jorkins has been scheming with other people's money again." Wife— "Well, poor fellow, he hasn't any of hi» own."—Detroit Free Press. —First Doctor—"I ordered him an ice cold bath every morning." Second Doc tor—"What! when he had influenza?" First Doctor—"Yes. It will give him pneumonia, and I made my whole repu tation curing that."—Punch. —Dolly—"I hear Marie Antique was a great belle at the dance the other even ing. She told me she danced every dance." Polly—"Oh, yes. Mary's just the kind of a girl to be a belle at a leap year dance."—Harper's Bazar. —Expressive.—rMrs. De Tong*—"I'm going out, Nanette." Nanette—"Oui,. madame." Mrs. De Tong—"And I want you to be sure and take care of the baby." Nanette—"Oui, madame. bottle it at seex o'clock."—Pick-Me-Up. —Miss Bellefield—"How on earth did you come to get engaged to Willie Van Braam?" Miss Point Breeze—"Well, you see, just at the time he proposed I didn't'happen to be engaged to any one."—Pittsburgh Chronicle-Telegraph. —King Cophetua addressed the beg gar maid kindly. "Is that real?" ho asked, pointing to the color of her cheek. "Yes," answered the maid," "that is a straight flush." "Well, that beats me!" exclaimed his majesty, di recting a flourish of trumpets by way of ending the parley.—Detroit Tribune. —At a Hotel.—Guest (to waiter)— **I aan't eat this soup!" Waiter takes it away and brings another kind of soup. Guest—"I can't eat this soup!" Waiter, angrily, but silently, for the third time brings another kind. Guest (again)—"I can't eat this soup." Wait er, furious, calls the hotel proprietor. Proprietor (to guest)—"Why can't you eat this soup?" Guest (quietly)—"Be cause I have no spoon!"—Texas Sift ings. A HOSPITABLE COUNTRY. California as the Old-Time Settlers Knew It. The "early California®," who help lessly looks on at the invasion of the land by swarms of tourists, railroads and hotels, sighs regretfully for the picturesque and delightful past, whose traditions sound like a fairy tale. One such man, in his reminiscences, de scribes the boundless hospitality which existed. It was the custom never to charge»a traveler for anything—food, lodging, care of horses—and no man was suffered to go hungry. He was sheltered overnight, and the next morning was furnished with a clean shirt for his journey, as the roads were dry and dusty. If he returned that way, he could bring the shirt otherwise, muy bien (all right). He might take a fresh horse, and on his return journey pick up his own, fattened and rested. If he did not re turn, all right again. A traveling par ty out of meat was privileged to kill a beef, but was expected to hang the hide —the most valuable part of the animal —on a bush by the roadside, where the owner could find it. To offer money was an offense. A party traveled from San Francisco to Los Angeles in 1829, about Christmas time, sending word ahead to some of the smaller ranches where they intend ed to stop. In the party was a young American who knew Spanish, but was new to the customs of the country. At one house he was handed some fruit., and offered in exchange two real's. The senora let the coin»fall to the floor in surprise, while the old don, her hus band, fell upon his knees, exclaiming in Spanish: "Give us no money, no money at all. Everything is free in a gentleman's house." At many of the ranches no language but Spanish had ever been heard, nor was it even known that any other ex isted. Some of their entertainers were really afraid of the American, and one man asked if there were any other people like him. In those days not even the servants would accept money for their services to a traveler, but, on the other hand, the most courteous thanks were ex pected and usually punctiliously ren dered.—Youth's Companion. Lost Grandeur of the East. A comparison between the annual revenues of the Byzantine empire in the beginning of the thirteenth cen tury and tlie present revenues of the empire of the Ottoman Turks brings before the mind's eye a picture of the lost grandeur and wealth of provinces over which now broods the silence of desolatioLl the period.mentimefi the dominions' of' the Greek emperors at Constantinople had been impover ished by the invasion of the Frank Crusaders, and the chief part of Asia Minor, with its flourislUng cities, had been wrested from the Byzantine mon archs by conquering Islam yet the annual income of the successors of Constantine amounted to $650,000,000. The revenues of the sultan's empire have shrunk to $90,000,000 per year. Such is the blight which Turkish mis rule has brought upon some of the fair est regions of the earth.—Philadelphia Becord. That Idiotic Look Accounted For. Maj. Sliuiah (of Kentucky —It is said that a camel has seven stomachs, kuhnel. Col. Bourbon—What inthe world does the brute do with so many stomachs, majah? "Kerry watali in them, suh." "Watah? Well, that accounts for. the blame-fool expression, sub, I he-r always noticed on a camel's faca."— Judge. I wfe .. pith and point —rrri