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QIjc ltltkl itteetngerr Published Weekly -AT St Martinsville, L a. -BY- EASTIN A BIENVENU. According to the latest reports the survey of the projected Nicaragua Canal is nearly completed, and dredg ing will soon begin. Baltimore has parsed an ordinance against the playing of hand organs on the streets, and Memphis has prohibited peanut stands on the streets. Haruko, Empress of Japan, will visit America next winter, traveling in state with a dozen maids of honor, number less ofrlials, and every incident of lux ury. It is estimated( that at least 500 coun terfeit pictures of the old masters, each of which has been purchased at a big price, are hanging in the art galleries of the United States. Mrs. John Sherwood, who is a mistress of deportment, repudiates the etiquette which demands that a lady should bow to a gentleman before he can pre sume to bow. She says it is an English custom which has no rights that so ciety in America is bound to respect. A curious inquiry that has been made to learn the actual expenditure required to convert the average sinner in Chicago, shows that it costs the Methodists $25 to make a convert, Baptists $30, Con gregationalists $45, the Presbyterians $60, the Eljiscopa!ians $300 and the Catholics and Luthereans $360. The latest style of cane is owned by a Portland (Me.) physician, who uses it for three purposes-as a cane, as a pro tector and for professional purposes. It consists of a bamboo rod, into which fits a long steel receptaceo shaped like half a tube, in the concave side of which are sprirgs holding in place small vials of ammonia, morphine and needles and surgeons' thread, and in fact all anti dotes and surgical appliances necessary in cases of emergency. The passion for opium is reported to be rapidly destroying the native popu latiot on the Marquesas Islands, where the women even more than the men are said, by the London News, to be ad dicted to this fatal indulgence. Ac cording to the English consul at Tahitf, the French authorities are afraid that the result will be the same in the So elety Islands, where, in spite of the stringent orders issued to the police, the Chinese persist in selling opium to the natives. The Brazilian Senate has ratified the emancipation bill recently passed by the Chamber of Deputies, and it now goes to the imperial authority for final action. And as the Senate is practically chosen by the Emperor and thus may be as sumed to be in full accord with his views, and, furthermore, as the anti slavery movement has always had the Emperor's favor, we may take it for granted, declares the New York Com mercial Advertiser, that the day of slavery in Brazil is come to its close. The newest British iron-clad, the Nile, which has recently been launched, is three hundred and forty-five feet long, is of eleven thousani nine hun dredand forty tons, has engines of twelve thousand horse-power, is ex pected to steam nineteen miles an hour, has steel armor from fourteen to twenty inches thick, carries twenty-six guns, four of them sixty-seven ton fellows, capable of throwing shot weighing one thousand two hundred and fifty pounds each, carries also eight torpedo tubes, and cost five million dollars. If the phonograph has been improved as much as Mr. Edison claims it has, as sorts the Brooklyn Citizen, it may do away to a great extent with the stneno graphers in business otffices and increase the demand for typewriters When a man can talk into a machine at any moment when he has leisure, and some one elso can afterward reproduce the exact words in the same tone of voice, there is no telling, however, how many men, who neither employ astenographr i nor a typewriter now will be induced to transact their correspondence by means of the new device. The history of all analogous inventions shows that instead of anybody being thrown out of employment by them, occupation is furnished for any number of others. This is most likely to be the case with the phonograph. Dream-Love. There's a mate for every heart That throbs beneath the sun, Though some by fate are kept apart Till life is nearly done; Where is the loyal heart and hand Shall make my life complete: God bless my Love, on sea or land, Un:il our paths shall me!tl 3fy faith is sure And will endure, Till that glad hour ,hall be; Sweet :aunenttIt haste Aerss the( waste And bringa my love to me. The glow of morn is in her face, Its dtw -lights inl her ey-e , Amil her hair the lrserl."ss grace That tints the utnrnmg skies; And, oh, her feet. her little feet, They are so lithe andl small, I dream I nateh their rhythmic beat Wheue'er the rose le'aves fall. Ye:. oft in drnains Wi. h sunny gl.amns Helr winsotme amile I see, Sweet mnltelltt lhaste Across tlte wasto And brinlg ty LLv a to inc! -[Samuel l'eck ini Timeus-Democrat. LOOKED IN. Lucy Ilutton turncd pale. She was locking the clhool roo:n door, when, under the shade of the trees outside, she saw a man stand watching her. She turned pate, I ut showed no other sign of emotion. Without turning to look again at this man, she drew her shawl about her, turned, came down the steps, and walked homeward. Her home was but a temporary one. Lucy IIutton had come from a little farm in the counu:ry to take charge of a parish free schoA. She was staying at a boarJi ag house where nearly all were stranger, She was very pretty, with longgolden hair, which she wore free upon her shou!ders. Few persons had ever seen more beautilul hair. Lucy turned pale because the had learned to be afraid of this person who was watching her. She knew his ap pearance well For a time he had sat opposite to her at table, an emaciated, pallid, carefully dressed man, withlong black hair, parted in the middle of a high, narrow forehead, and falling long upon his coat collar. Her first un easiness was caused by observing that he constantly watched her out of a pair of small black eyes. His observation was so close as to be annoying. She had at length avoided it by changing her seat at the table. He never spoke to her. She did not know his name, and none of the few persons she know were acquainted with him. Having placed herself beyond his actiee at table, she congratulated herself on having escaped him, when, to her consternation and serious uneasiness, she discovered that he followed her to sad from the school She chose to ignore this. She did not even speak of it to any one. Though a slight, golden-haired girl, Lucy Hutton was courageous, and a natural delicacy prevented her from making a fuss about the matter. But, at last, she began to be annoyed by notes, expressing this man's infatuation, lie desired to make her acquaintance-to marry her. Lucy's immediate impulse was to send his first note to her lover, Henry Gray son, and ask his assistance. Then she resisted what seemed a weakness. 'I shall avoid this strange lover of mine; he cannot dome any harmn," she thought. But she could not forget him. His eyes, his gait, the cut of his garments, became horribly familiar to her. She felt that she was constantly under his surveillance. If she walked alone, he boldly followed her at a aistance. If she entered a crowd, she found him at her elbow. Once as she stood at a shop window looking at some lace, he hissed in her ear: "I love you," and slipped instantly out of sight in the evening darkness. After this she never allowed herself to be abroad after the evening's early dusk. At the man's approach she had felt him so physically powerful as to fill her with terror. The day previous to the evening of which I write had brought a new inci. dent. A note had been left at the school room addressed to her which read as follows: BEAt-rl-L Lcr--I must speak to you; you must hear me. Meet me tonight at the lower end of Redmond's bridge; remember, you must come. There was no sintature, but there could be no doubt from whence it came. Lucy's cheeks flushed with indignation; but a thrill of fear went through her heart. Her pursuer's audacity seemed to have approached a crisis. She crushed the note in her hand, for the observant eyes of her little pupils were upon her and she forced herself to go on with their lessons; Lut her cheek burned redly-her mind wandered in spite of herself. Of course she did not mean to meet this man; and what would be the con sequences if she did not? She began to feel desperately the need of aid an this 'trange matter. She wished that Hen ry Grayson were there;she wished most of all that she were at h'"tme. When she locked the school-room door that night she saw, as I have said, this gaunt, black-haired man watching her under the trees. With a quick, firm step she walked down the street. At least he should not see that she was afraid of him. But she heard a step be hind her; it was his. IIe came to her side; his detestable voice said over her shoulder: "Tonight at 8 o'clock. I for got to tell you the time." She never turned her head or made the slightest response, as if she had heard him. lie made an effort to look into her eyes-then fell back and dis-. appeared. Lucy reached her room, locked the door and sat down, trembling and cry skg. This last encounter had been too much for her nerves. She was full of excitement and dread. Unconscious ly to herself this constant pursuit had worn upon her. lHer strength seemed suddenly to give way. She sat, sob bing, almost unable to stir, when there was a knock at the door. She started at the sound as if some new summons of evil were at hand; but the person who appeared was only a young lady boarding in the house with whom Lucy had a slight acquaint ance. A note had been left at the house while Lucy was at school It was her mother's handwriting: Come home immediately. Your father is very ill Miss Burton delivered the note, but lingered, drawn to a pitying solicitude by the sight of Lucy's swollen face. As Lucy dropped the paper and sobbed more bitterly than before, Mi3hss Burton gently approached her, saying, "My dear Miss Hutton, you have bad news?" "My father is very ill-dying, per haps! But how can I leave my school?' 'I will be your substitute while you are absent. I think I can. I have taught in a school before. And I will go with you tonight and see the rector." This kindness reanimated Lucy's mind. In a few moments she had set tied her plans and the two sought the Rev. John Archer and had the matter satisfactoriiy settled. Lucy was to start on the 9 o'clock train and Miss Burton was to enter the school in the morn rag. Hurriedly making otherarrangements Lucy bade her new friends a grateful goodby, took afly and was driven to the station. The train was ready; she entered. It wasonly an hour's ride to her home. Suddenly, while the train was rush ing through thick darkness, lighted on ly by a cloud of sparks, Lucy remem bered her obtrusive admirer. "I have escaped him!" she thought, with a moment's delight Anticipating her arrival she found her father's chase cart awaiting her, the horse driven by her little brother, Will "How is father, Will?" "He is very ill, Lucy." That night was a long and hard one for the friends of the sick man. But at i dawn, to the relief of all the physicians pronounced him out of danger. The morning sunshine found Lucy pallid and exhausted. She was greatly unnerved. They begged her ta go to sleep, but she could not rest Her eyes t were heavy, her lips pale, her hands hot. She carried some spring water, cool and sparkling, to her room, wet her throb bing temples and her thick rich hair, the weight of which oppressed her aching head. While engaged in this shhe heard a knock at the door. Hurriedly coiling up her bright hair, shie went down. The d door was open. She did not approach it, for, standing fu!l in the sunshine, upon the threshold of her home was the tall, gaunt, detested figure that had a haunted her, like a nightmare, for weeks Covered with dust, his k lak hair straggling upon his shoulders, his sallow hands extended, and his blood- ' shot eyes fixed upon her face, his ap pearanee was repulsive, his presence frightful She shrieked and ran away. Forgetting the invalid, she had r slammed the sitting-room door behind her, when she heard her name gently pronounced, sad Henry Grayson caught her in his arms. "My dear Lucy, what is thematterr' What an inexpressible relief was his protecting embrace, and the gush of tears which followedl She told him t what had happened. Search was made, but there waa no i In appearance of any one near the honer and gradually Lucy became sured et and composed. a- It was 11 o'clock, when, full of happy to thoughts, Lucy Hutton went up to her is chamber. The room was large; a window was st open; a gust of air rushed through and extinguished her candle. She paused; Sa faint thrill of her old timidity came , over her. But she summoned her nat g ural courage, and saying, "I will not i, go down stairs for matches; I will go t* to bed in the dark," she closed and is also locked a closet door which yawned behind her, drew back a curtain to r let in the starlight and began to un r dress. Nothing unpleasant now mingled with the girl's happy thoughts, as she 0 softly unrobed herself. She had quite d forgotten the present in thinking of a k delightful future, when a strange noise startled her. It seemed like something struggling against the wall. Her heart a leaped into her throat. "Pahaw! it is only a rat I" she said, I the next momnt. 1 As she lay down, she thought she heard the sound again. But after that, I all was still. She lay awake, occupied i with her busy thoughts for awhile, but soon fell asleep. It was late when she awoke; the room was full of sunshine. Remembering her father's state, Lucy overcame a feeling of languor, rose and hastily dresaed. While doing so, she remembered the experience of the previous evening. A sudden thought came to her. "I must have locked the cat in the closet last night. Poor old Prue!' She unlocked the door. The key turned with some difficulty. Flinging open the door, a stiff, dead human figure fell upon her, crushing her to the floor. Those who heard the noise came rush. ing up. Lucy was in convulsions. The frightful, distorted corpse had rolled aside and lay upon its face. The room was full of the scent of chloroform. Lucy was finally restored, but her nervous condition was deplorable. For weeks they watched over her feverish, delirious slumber, fearing insanity, 4 and not without reason. The dead man was given over to the care of the town authorities, and bur ied by them. It was never known who he was. On learning the story, many thought him insane. Others believed him to be a lawless and unscrupulous adventurer. In his pockets had been found a pistol, a broken vial of chloroform and a sponge. It was thought that he intended to render Lucy insensible, and carry her away in the night. But he was dead, and in capable of more harm. Probably when Lucy locked the closet door, he had been crowded in, and the vial broken. He had been smothered to death. It took years to overcame this dread ful experience; but now Lucy Grayson tells of it, without excitement, to her childrea.---[New York World. Barbers Won't Shave Barbers. "Why don't you get shavedtr' in- r quired a patron of the proprietor of a' South C street tonsorial establishment, on whose face there was a week's growth of baard. "Because I've got a lame arm from being vaccinated," was the reply. i "Why don't you get another barber I to shave you, then"r said the inquii- . tor. "Don't you know that one bl'arber will I never shave another? As for myself I would rather scrape a venomous snake than a barber," biid the knight of the razor. "What is there so objectionable about i itr' inquired the interrogator. "Well," replied the chin scrapar, "barbers are the moat bitterly severe: critics in the world, especially when the subject is one of their own trade. If I were to sharve another barber, and during the process should make a singl false stroke, either upward or down ward, contrary to the rules of profes 1 sionals, or fail to leave his face as smooth as the top of old John Piper's head, the jealous artist would gab about it among professionals sad shop patrons for the next five years, the burden of: which would be that I was incompetent, i and he would thereby create a suspi. cion in the public mind that I am not a master of my business. Yes, I would rather burn the whiskers off s Bengal tiger's nose with a cigarette stub than shave a barber."--[Virginia (Nek) Chronicle. The Proper Action. i Medical professor (to atudent)--'I | a case which you fld difficult to diag nose correctly, what is the proper coursem a to taker' 8tudent--"Lok wise and say noth- i t ing."- [Epech. a~ 4 At Ne*arlse Bow shend quiet the gej B eside the lhke, SWherthe song-weary thrus~ S wing, Is nestling half awake! The warm gray lights of ev there ; i Or gently pass 10 Along the dappled water and the . t- No voice nor music has. Dt Low on the night's merge yqomd, oo moon, id Cleaving the blue, 4 Comes up and silvers the broad to soon - The bats fllt darkly thro And visions, born of fancy and the Glide to and fro nd Move with dream feet amid the e And softly come and go. Le Across the moor-else silent over afs a And sky's wide range 0 Steals the low laughter of two love Hg ow sweet it sounds, yet rt HUMOROUS, 1 A job lot-Boils. A writ of attachment-A love d The farmers' share-The 't Failure in the yarn trade.-. unsuccessful novels. The fellow that is hard up it become a man of note. Many a widow's weeds are wifl c the simple phrase, "Wilt thou?' Why does the ocean get sanrl cause it has been crossed so ofte., a The cockroach is always wroeg he attempts to argue with a chick If a young man feels that his blank he should try to fill it etg have it sworn to. It doesn't matter how tough Sman may be, a good looking likely to break him up. Mrs. Partington claims that few people nowadays who solar "suggestion of the brain." The average young man whe - abroad "on pleasure beat" comes back by pleasure broke. The girl who recently married a man on the strength of a poem h. her, took him for better or for The "festive" goat is broega On the hoopskirt in the le, And the organ grinder grIfIt: In the street his hpltiv st When an Arab of the desert inquire if his slater is going se home for a while he sys, " golag oaseis Mcquillen: Have you heard Thumpper on the pianor 'Yes." McQeillen: "How's his tioeal Curtis: "Deadly." When you are at sea and akt at the wheeL how she heads, tells you, "Sonu'.sou'-eas.by.se, get all the news there is in a small Visitor: Your new house is pretty; but you will have trouble anything with the garden, it's so Country Host: "Yes, it is smoa, then, I shall put in folding-beds. An hotel located in the West, is advertised as follows: "There Ys gilt-edge business about this hora if you want to eat pie with a ka can do it without fear of being cifed from soci:ty.' The pitcher had a little ball, d was white as snow. and whine striker thought it was that bd wouidn't go. It had a sudden itn cu:v, it had a fearful drop, ad nd the striker wildly struck, that h didn't stop. "Why does the bell strikers so' the chi:dren all did "The pitcher twirls theballyouk the teacher did reply. "Ratiese of Ireo." Eiserue Portionen (rations of - ithe name given by the Malitar We blatt to the canned provisions w- German soldier is now compallid carry in his knapsack or hav not Ior immediate consumption, use at those times when his corn- removed from the base of supl the quartermuastea department is- it says: '"These victuals of rem during war, to be u~ed on the e - preceding agreat battle, or bette; - the army making n sudden front, the convoys are for a day era retarded." Much of this canned vision is put up in America, and bi to be both better and cheaper this German. The Seventh Corp - phalian) commanders have reeeetli perimented with canned chocoli cocoa, which, though seemingly Srefection for a marchinq column, b 4 the contrary, been found e , adapted.--[Stcientific American.