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When women seek favors from men
They smile as they make their requests'
fs "Kindly oblige me," and then
We languidly heed their behests.
"Oh, won"t you do this much for me?"
They softly, caressingly say
One only makes never a plea.
But simply Informs me I may.
'You may tie my shoe," with a pout:
It's never "I wish you would, please."
And yet without question or doubt
Most humbly I sink to my knees.
"You may push the hammock awhile,"
I hear the maid carelessly say.
Another would plead with a smile
Her majesty says that I may.
No favors she e'er asks of me.
This damsel so gracious, divine;
Whatever I do I can see
The favor Is hers, not mine.
She "lets" me walk miles for a wrap,
"Allows" me to row down the bay.
Another might ask me, mayhap
Her majesty says that I may.
The girl is a natural queen.
Her wishes real favors must be.
And work done for her can but mean
Additional pleasure for me.
Oh, beautiful dream of my life!
I hope when I tell her some day
I'm longing to make her my wife
Her majesty'll say that I may.
TT'S you that's cruel, Teddie
"Cruel, Nellie, dear Nellie, you little
Aenion! Why, I wouldn't touch a hair
of your head, barring the bit I want
to cut off to carry with me to India,
-and you're teasing the life out of me
ith your contrariness, and making it
much harder for me to go than even
you dTeam of!"
"And what do you want to go for?
leaving your home and your regiment
that you were so proud of, and the peo
ple that know you, and the girl" here
Miss Nellie breaks down with a little
sob, and it is all Teddie can do to re
member his promise to her father, and
keep his two arms from going round
"And the girl what?" he says, husk
ily; for the life of him he can't resist
"That was brought up with you and
has been a sister to you all your life,'
chokes Nellie O'Malley.
"I'll tell you what it is, Nellie," the
poor, young soldier says, pulling him'
self together, and speaking much more
severely than he really feels, "you must
try to understand my position, and then
we'll say no more about it, if you please,
once and for all. My uncle's dead
Heaven rest his soul), and he's left the
old place to me, but it's up to the chim
ney pots in debt, and unless I let it to
the English fellow I'll never be able to
clear it all my life. Then, if I don't
exchange for India, I can't keep my
place in the service at all; and besides,
Nellie, with the old regiment quartered
at Thomastown, it would be mighty
hard for me to see another man fishing
my salmon and shooting my birds and
sitting in my chimney corner every day
of the week, with all Lis great ugly
face looking over the pew at you on
Sundays! I couldn't do it, Nellie, not
even to remain near near the friends
I've known ever since I was a baby. So
that's all about it, and you mustn't
make it harder for me than I can bear
do you see?"
It was a good thing that Aunt Ellen
called them in to supper at this mo
merit. Nellie had one of her teasing
fits on her, trying by this means to
hide her heartbreak at Teddie's de
parture, and her perversity tried poor
youi.B Blake sorely. lie had promised
her father, the rector, thnt he would not
by word or act reveal his feeings to
ward her. They had been children to
gether, almost brother and sister, for
nearly 20 years, since Teddy first came
to Moyliscallan, and this state of things
must be maintained, Mr. O'Malley de
cided, till Teddie's fortunes should bear
closer and more satisfactory inspection
Perhaps a few years of Indian soldier
ing, while the old castle was let to a
Tich English tenant, might put the said
fortunes on their feet; meanwhile, lin
gering in the old rcetory garden was a
dangerous occupation, and Aunt Ellen
did wisely to ring the supper bell out
of the window.
Presently the parting came. It was
Sunday evening, and the rectory kept
early hours. Supper was over, and the
O'Malleys were making their farewells
to Teddie, the almost son of the house.
for he had to get back to Thomastown
that night and start for England next
"There's something I want to take
with me," he announced stoutly before
them all, "a lock of your hair, Aunt
Ellen, and another of Nellie's. You
know you two are the only womenkind
I have or ever have had. Give me each
a bit of a curl and I'll have them put in
a locket together and wear it on my
chain, and you won't be sorry to think
I've got it when I'm away from you."
1 He looked at the rector as he spoke.
It was all open and above board, and
the old gentleman nodded and reached
down a pair of scissors from the mantel
shelf, which he handed to his sister.
Aunt Ellen cut her little lock carefully,
as befits a lady of five-and-fwty, whose
hair is still abundant and ornamental,
if not so bright as it has been. Nellie
whisked her bunch of curls over her
shoulder and snipped off a thick brown
ringlet. Teddie twisted them together
in his pocketbook and said, with a
feeble attempt at a joke: "They'll go
with me everywhere and bring me back
to Moyfiscallan. Don't let me find
jrou've been, either of you, flirting with I
atrangeways while Tin away or putting
him in my place."
Then he kissed the two ladies as he
uau aiwaya aone on great occasions, at
New Year or on birthdays, ever since
he was three years old, shook hands
with the rector twice over, and hurried
away off to Thomastown, and thence
to India. And, oh dear! it was dull at
Moyliscallan without him!
Five years later Capt. Edward Blake
was coming home on sick leave. It had
been a "near squeak," as he said him
self. That wound on the head, at the
Burroo Pass affair, had set all Europe
talking about him, but had nearly done
for him all the same. Then came weeks
of fever and the weary journey to Bom-
Day; the relapse on the road, which
but for Mrs. Diamond's nursing, must
have finished him; the almost miracu
lously accomplished move on to ship
board, which the doctor allowed was an
experiment of kill or cure.
And now he was steaming home as
fast as the P. & O. line could do it, and
every day some fresh sense of power
in mind or body was reborn In him;
one day he. could arrange his own pil
lows, the next he could read a few
lines of the Times. A little later he
asked Mrs. Diamond if she could find
him paper and pencil, as he wanted to
write, a note "home." Life was worth
living again with Moyliscallon drawing
nearer day by day. Mrs. Diamond was
a little widow lady, who, since her hus
band's death, had been keeping house
for a brother in the civil service. "The
Judge," as she called him, had fallen
a victim to the charms of an 18-year-old
school girl, fresh from England, and
Mrs. Diamond's services were required
no longer. Coming down country she
had stumbled upon Teddie Blake, fever-
stricken and virtually alone, and it was
undoubtedly to her care that he owed
his recovery from the relapse, which
had been worse than the original attack.
She bad deferred her own plans to the
convenience of the patient, had super
intended his transfer to the steamship
from the Bombay hotel which she had
hardly dared to hope he would leave
alive, and was a witness of his con
valescence on board ship, as day by day
his strength and spirits returned. So
it was not wonderful that Teddie turned
to her for paper and pencil on the very
first occasion that he felt he could
scrawl a line, and imperiously demand
ed that he be allowed to write "to his
Are you sure you can do it?" Mrs.
Diamond asked, producing the writing
board, but not giving it to him uncon
ditionally. "Quite sure that is, not a bit of it
but I'll try."
"I thought you said you had nobody
belonging to you?"
"No more I have no real relations
but an adopted family that is the dear
est in the world not a mere accident
of birth, like other people's families.
I must write them just a few words
to say that I'm alive and coming home,
nnd it'll be ready when an opportunity
comes for posting it, though it can't
reach Moyliscallan more than an hour
or two before I do myself."
"Moyliscallan," repeated Mrs. Dia
mond; "what do you know of Moylis
callan? I only heard of the place for
the first time a month ago, and now it
turns up again!"
"It's my home," Blake said, painfully
scrawling the date at the top of Ms
sheet of paper. "The castle belongs to
me, only I've never been able, to live
in it yet. My people live at the rectory
it is to Mr. O'Malley, the rector, that
I'm writing. And what did you hear
about Moyliscallan, the sweetest place
on all the earth?"
"Why," said Mrs. Diamond, excited
ly, "this is the oddest thing! My cousin,
George Strangways, rented the castle
from some one some years ago from
you, it appears and now he is engaged,
married probably by this time, to one
of the rector's girls, Ellen O'Malley, a
daughter, I suppose, of this very old
gentleman you're writing to! I had
the letter just before I met you at
jRahmednugger, and had scarcely given
it a thought since.
One of the rector's girls!
Teddy Blake had seen death glaring
at him from a wall of black Afghan
faces; he had looked fever in the eyes
more than once, but he had never known
whatdespairmeant till Marcia Diamond
told him her little storv of odd coinci
dences sitting on the steamship deck,
half-way through their homeward voy
age. For a moment he repeated the
words: "Ellen O Malley; there is only
one daughter at the rectory;" and Mrs.
Diamond, whose eyes were on the silk
sock she was knitting, went on cheer
fully: "Oh, then, that's the girl.
did not hear from George Strangways
direct; the news came through my
brother, but of course it is the same
the young lady at the rectory. Fancy
old George succumbing to an Irish girl's
fascinations after going all over the
habitable globe unscathed till now!"
"Is he a good fellow?" Teddy asked.
Something in his voice made Mrs.
Diamond give a swift glance at her
companion, and in that glance she un
"He is a very good fellow," she an
swered, a little more seriously than she
had hitherto spoken; "any girl will be
happy and tenderly treated by him.
though he is an elderly man 55, I
should think and a little eccentric and
old-fashioned in his ways. You will
find letters telling you all about it when
you reach England, you may be sure.
Don't you think you had better let me
take that writing board downstairs
again? It will be time enough to write
when there is a chance of posting your
He let her lift the writing things
away, only putting out a feeble band to
crumple up the sheet on which be had
begun his letter. Then he lav back with
his eyes shut, and her wet took her a
little apart, for the struggle which he
had to go through now must be fought
out alone. By and by his servant came
and helped him downstairs, and Mrs. ,
Diamond saw him again no more that
I "Poor, poor lad if I could only have
saved him from such a blow!" she kept
1 savin? over and over nirain in fcprsplf
"but those wretched coincidences ara
too strong for us."
Moyliscallan woods in September!
How often Teddie Blake had pictured
his home-coming through the green
glades that stretched between the castle
and the rectory. Those sylvan aisles
were the rallying place of all his fa
vorite dreams, for did not Nellie cross
them day by day, and would it not be
here that he would bring her to tell her
the secret which he thought she must
have guessed long ago. Rector O'Malley
would let him speak at last, for the long
waiting had borne its fruit in recouping
the Blake coffers, while Teddie knew
that the Burroo Pass affair, of which
he himself thought and spoke so mod
estly, was not likely to be forgotten
when his name came up at the Horse
guards. A thousand times he had gone
oer all this in imagination, fingering,
meanwhile, the little flat locket that
bung at his watch chain and now
and now, he was creeping back to Moy
liscaKan like a thief, having given no
word of warning either to the rector or
to his agent at the castle creeping
home just to see Nellie's face again
once more and then to go away any
where and die. He was still weak and
wan from the fever. Mrs. Diamond had
tried hard to persuade him to remain a
little time in London for a consultation
with a first-rate doctor, but the deter
mination to see Nellie at Moyliscallan
once more was the only desire that re
mained to him in life, and till it was
accomplished his shrewd little friend
saw that there Vas no good talking of
anything else. So he had hurried over
to Ireland, and had reached Thomas
town the evening before. To-day ha
had taken a car over to the village (in
the old days it was the shortest and
pleasantest four miles ever known),
and leaving the driver asleep in the sun
at the cross roads had turned into tha
wood that is a short cut to the two prin
cipal houses in the parish. He had no
very definite idea of the plan to pursue.
Now that he had reached his journey'
end, it seemed as if all power had left
him. Perhaps somewhere anions- the
trees, crossing from the castle grounds
to the rectory side, he should see Nellie
passing by, and he would slip down
upon his knees among the fern and look
at her George Strangways wife and
oh, this faintness! Merciful God! it
"Teddie, is it really you?"
Teddie was on the moss, stretched
flat, save that Nellie's arm was under
his head, Nellie's little, bare, sun
burned hand unfastened his collar he
could only look and smile. The green
Moyliscallan leaves were overhead,
dancing against the blue, Nellie's face
was very close, and he thought he must
be in Heaven.
How could you come like this and
take us by surprise, and you .so ill, Ted
die?" the girl went on reproachfully.
"If I hadn't been going across to the
castle this morning early, and come on
you lying here in a heap "
Going across to the castle," Teddie
found tongue to utter, his eyes on Nel
lie's left hand. "Don't you live at the
castle now altogether?"
And what should I go and live at
the castle for, when I've a good home of
my own, intruding on newly married
people, as if I didn't know better? Be
sides, Aunt Ellen isn't back from her
honeymoon yet, and Uncle George
what, are you able to sit up? Take care
She could not finish the sentence, for
Capt. Blake was sitting up with a ven
geance, and to steady himself he had
got his arm around her waist.
So you never thought of Aunt
EUen?" said Nellie by and by; "well,
you wouldn't have been an Irishman if
you hadn't made a mistake somewhere!
Only if you'd ever seen Uncle George
I don't think you'd have doubted me,
Teddie, dear. Oh: they have been so
funny courting one another these five
years! and if I hadn't been so well
amused I think I must have died, for
you kept me a long time waiting with
out a word!" Boston (England) Guar
dian. Tommy Wmn a Stratetclnt.
A little boy dropped his drumstick
into a well. In vain he entreated his
parents, the footman, the gardener,
the coachman, the cook, the housemaids
to go down into the well to recover his ;
drumstick. In his distress a brilliant
expedient occurred to MasterTommy
he secretly carried off all the plate from I
the sideboard and threw it into the
well. Great was the consternation
when the plate was missed, and an ac
tive search for the robbers took place.
In the midst of the alarm and the con
fusion Master Tommy ran with the
news that he had found the plate.
"Where?" was the cry. "Down the well,"
replied Tommy. "I saw it quite plain
shining at the bottom spoons, ladles,
bread baskets, salvers and all." The
housemaids hurried to the well, at the
bottom of which, sure enough, the plate
was seen. A ladder was procured, a
sen ant descended, and the plate was
brought up. Just before the last arti
cle was fished up Master Tommy whis
pered to him: "John, please bring up
my drumstick when you go down for
the soup ladle." London Telegraph.
The Dlhopa Dlncomflture.
There is an anecdote of a London
bishop, who, having read that story of
John Wesley cuting out every word of
his discourse that his servant-maid did
not understand, determined to preach.
to a country congregation the simplest
sermon he could write. He chose an el
ementary subejet, and took for hi
text: "The fool hath said in his heart
there is no God." On leaving the church
he asked the parish clerk what he
thought of the sermon. "Oh, my lord,"
said he, "it was very fine very fine and
grand. I've been talking it over with
Mr. Bard, and we said how fine it was.
But, after all, we can't help thinking
that there is a God." Chambers' Jour
SCHOOL AND CHURCH.
Dr. W. D. Morrison (Episcopal),
who was recently made bishop of Du-
lutb. has been appointed to the charge
of the vacant missionary bishopric of
North Dakota until 1893.
Tommaso Valla uri, professor of
Latin in the University of Turin, and
an Italian senator, who died recently at
the age of 92, edited Plantus and other
classics, wrote histories of Latin and
Italian literature and several books on
Collegiate honors are no longer a
novelty for American women. Cornell
college has appointed Miss Louise Shef
field. Ph. D.. warden of Sag-e colleee
and lecturer on English literature. Fol
lowing this comes the announcement
that Miss Anntie Crosby Emery, Ph. D.,
will this autumn enter upon her duties
as dean and assistant professor of clas
sical philology at the University of Wis
The engagement of Prof. Marcella
I. O'Grady, of Vassar college, to Prof,
Bovary, of Wurzburg, Germany, is an
nounced. She is a biologist and created
the department of biology at Vassar.
She went to Europe last year to study
her subject under distingulished author
ities there, one of whom happened to
be Prof. Bovary. Miss O'Grady has re
signed her post at Vassar and will be
succeeded by Leila Childe Dean, A. B,
A recommendation has gone before
the Presbyterian board to the effect
that women be forbidden the use of
pulpits for public addresses to mixed
audiences, and that it be considered im
proper to give -notices of such meet
ings from the pulpit. Women, how
ever, are still to be permitted to give
public testimony for the benefit and
in the presence of the privileged sex,
-Miss Helen Gould's charitable spirit
is far-reaching and extends to almost
every variety of. philanthropic enter
prise, regardless of denominational
prejudice, ner recent gift of $5,000 to
Jiishop incent wfill enable him to erect
a building which he has long wanted at
Chautauqua. The structure, which is
to be used as a repository for sacred art
nnd literature, will be called the Hall
A QUESTION OF TIME.
On Thla Particular Occanlon the Rale
"For mercy sakes, Henry!" ex
claimed Mrs. Flimpson, as she entered
the room in full street costume, gloves
and all, "haven't you begun to get youi
things on yet? You know the train goes
at half-past, and it will take us at least
15 minutes to walk to the station. I
never did see such a man."
"Time enough," replied Mr. Flimpson.
without looking up from his paper.
"It is only seven now, and there is no
need to start before 20 minutes past
We can get to the station easily in five
minutes, but I'll give you another five
minutes' leeway. Sit down and make
yourself comfortable, Mary. Don't get
yourself in a flurry."
"But, Henry, my watch says ten min
"Whoever knew a woman's watch to
be within an hour of being right? 1
tell you it is only seven."
"But how do you know your watch
"Because I know it isn't. You could
set the sun by that watch any day in
the year. Look at the clock if you
don't believe it."
"But the clock may be wrong."
"Bother! I tell you we've got lots
of time; time to burn."
"If we don't get that train there isn't
another for Vt hours."
"Don't make any difference if there
isn't another for a month. You women
folks are always in such a hurry! You
want to hang around the gloomy station
for half an hour, I suppose. Well, I
don't. Now make yourself easy. When
did you ever know me to lose a train?"
"But, nenry "
"I tell you we've got plenty of time.
Now sit down and make yourself easy."
For ten minutes longer this went on.
Mrs. Flimpson getting more uneasy
every second and Mr. Flimpson more
tranquil. Finally he laid down his pa
per, put on his shoes, with provoking
deliberation, then his coat and hat, and
then sat clown to draw on his gloves.
All this time Mrs. Flimpson was in a
boiling state of impatience. She knew
they'd lose the train, it was always the
way, and all that sort of thing.
At last they were off, and all the way
to the station Mrs. Flimpson was two
or three steps ahead of her spouse, who
would not hnrry, the provoking thing!
although Mrs. Flimpson insisted that
she could hear the train coming.
When they got to the station, strange
to relate, the train had not departed,
it hadn't arrived and didn'tfor five min
utes. As a matter of fact, Flimpson's
watch was right on the dot, just as he
said it was. and Mrs. Flimpson had had
all her fussing for nothing.
There are exceptions to all rules.
A Titled Woman Ban-piper.
Inverary Pipe band, the distinguished
combination of bagpipes which cre
ated a sensation by promenading Glen
coe in charge of Lord Archibald Camp
bell, walked abroad in Inverary the
other day, headed by a young lady,
who blew the piob mohr with all the
dexterity and success of a prize bag
piper at Oban highland games. This
was Lady Elspeth Campbell, Lord
Archibald's handsome daughter. She
is an expert player, and has done a
good deal to make the dreaded instru
ment popular in fashionable circles.
He Shot It Tight.
"You southern people," said the man
with the frayed overcoat, "claim to have
good manners, but during the winter
when I was in business in your town I
don'tthinktherewasbutone man closed
my door when be came into my store."
"Yes." said the colonel, as he cut an
other slice from his plug, "we always
try to elect the politest man we've got
for sheriff." Detroit Free Press.
an Cod reunion of sioux
Retntn to Old Baanta Sqaawa
Tara for Dead Paleface.
Withia 6ix miles of the business cen
ter of Si. Paul there is an encampment
of Sioux Indians. It was the custom
many yoars ago for all of the Sioux
who could manage to get here to gather
twice eajh year on the bank of the Mis
sissippi near Bed Bock for the pur
pose of hunting', fishing and having a
good time generally. For many years
the custom has been abandoned, but a
few day ago, to the great surprise of
the people living in that vicinity, the
Indians began gathering irom an di
rections, a good many in wagons, some
on pontes, a number walking, and
few even arriving by train. There were
fully 200 Indians together, and then the
fen began. They were evidently glad
to be together again, for they set up
a large pole in the middle of the camp
and danced about it.
The scene was a weird one, and seeing
it one could easily imagine that there
was no such thing as civilization with
in a hundred miles. The women did
not dance, bnt the men who did were
dressed semibarbarously. They wore
shirts, trousers and beaded moccasins,
while long strings of beads wound
round and round their necks and
bright-colored sashes made their cos
tumes picturesque. As they danced
they chanted a song of welcome in the
Dacotah tongue and beat steadily upon
their tom-toms or small drums. There
was one rather peculiar thing about
their actions they never appeared to
see one another as they wound in and
out in the queer serpentine movement
of the dance.
When the camp was visited by th
Dispatch it was very quiet, and except
for the smoke rising among the treee
there was no visible or audible sign
of the presence of a barbarous tribe
until, following the trail into the woods,
the whole village was suddenly in full
view. Groups of young girls were
standing about and an old squaw was
bringing firewood upon her back, and
a number of young men were trying
feats of strength. In one of the tepees,
which stood by itself apart from the
others, was a young man, evidently a
leader among them, who acted as
spokesman, ne, it seems, is a son of
the old chief of the tribe who used to
live at Kapiosa. As a sign of his rank
he wears a shirt with a bosom of solid
bead work of most elaborate design
His Indian name is Kaiah, but in Eng
lish he is called Samuel Thomas. The
two oldest men of the party are Tas
nonawonhdi and Tukancandiska.
A little incident which occurred one
morning would show that these peo
ple have a great deal of feeling, although
they do not often show it. Two
of the oldest squaws in the party went
to the Ford residence and asked for the
elder Mrs. Ford, whom they had known
many years ago, and who had. learned
their language when she came to this
country 60 years ago and had always
been very kind to them. Mrs. Ford died
last winter, and when told of this the
old squaws cried. St. Paul Dispatch.
CUT POSTAGE STAMPS IN HALF.
People Who Are I liable t Tender-
atand Why They Are Not Good.
'Sometimes we find that people have
cut stamps in half when they want one
of half the denomination, said the
postal clerk in charge of the oddities
of mailing matter as he entered in his
"unmailable list" eggs, bacon, cucum
bers, an entire goose, a rat's head and
some bug poison.
"You would expect that the people
who do that would be immigrants with
the odor of the steerage still clinging
to their clothes. It is by no means the
case. Aow, here is a letter bearing the
half of a 4-cent stamp," showing an en
velope addressed in such a precise hand
that indicated a New England origin.
I notified the sender by the address
in the corner oi the envelope that her
letter was being 'held up" and when the
next day I saw a little, white-haired
old lady in black come briskly in I
guessed correctly that she had come for
this letter. When I told her that it had
not gone because of a mutilated stamp
she, looked surprised even when I
showed her the envelope. In a sweet.
gentle, but protesting way she insisted
that the stamp was not mutilated
that having no 2 -cent stamp she bad cut
a 4-cent stamp in two and she added
reproachfully that she was sorry that
there had been any delay 1
" 'If you had a ten-dollar bill would
you expect to tear it into tenths and
have the pieces buy a dollar's worth of
"She paid her two cents with the air
of the woman forced to keep dress goods
she had soiled when she knows she can
get the same thing for less money across
the street, but said scornfully: This
must be a dreadfully unaccommodating
post office I pity Chicago people.
Down east they make no such fussy re
quirements. " Chicago Times-Herald.
Children of the San.
We have been called "children of the
sun, and there is truth as well as
poetry in the designation. Year by year
the man of science drags himself a lit
tle closer to the great central engine.
When Faraday, in hie mind's eye, saw
lines of force traversing space, and
when his great disciple. Maxwell, be
queathed to us the electro-magnetic
theory of light, men of science felt
that a path had been staked out across
the maze of solar mysteries. The sun
no longer shone ae a giver of heat and
light only, for in the ether were nerve
like waves of every description. Chil
dren of the sun, we respond not only
to the great periodic changes, but to
every passing spasm and disturbance.
Auroras are associated with solar
change. In studying them we may fath
om the secrets of the sun. Alexander
McAdie, in Century.
Aa the Storm Gathered.
He My dear, I wish you would Te-
She Well, remember what?
"That originally woman was merely
il Tide issue." Brooklv life.
"Nothing is sacred to these profes-
slonal jokers. "Oh, yes. The old
jokes. Philadelphia North American.
First Boy "I say. Tommy, do you
work for Robinson?" Second Boy "I
guess he thinks I do. T any rata he
pay me every week." Boston, Tran
-Managed to Convey His Meaning.
"Hans, why did you take off your hat
to that man?" "Dot man vas mein
ahveetheart mit do golden hair's fader.
Hopsmith onght to take his wife
with him to the Klondike." "Any spe
cial reason?"- "Yes; Tve noticed she)
always does their snow shoveling at
home." Detroit Free Press.
Terrible Threat. "John, if yon
don't quit referring to me as the old
woman 111 make you sorry for it."
"What will you do, dear?" "Til be a
new woman." Indianapolis JonrnaL 1
Keeping the Faith. "Has my boy
been a little defender and been kind to
dumb animals to-day?" "Yes, grand
ma. I let your canary out of the cage,
and when, my cat caught it I set Tow
ser on her." Harlem Life.
"Ah," said Mrs. Buzby to her hus
band, who has come home with a black
eye and no fiat, "that what you get
for riding a bicycle." "No, my dear, it'a
what I get for not being able to rids
one," said Buzby. Tit-JBits. ;
What He Forgot. "Didn't you for
est something, sir?" asked the waiter.
"Yes," replied Gimpy, reaching for his
hat. "You were so long bringing my
dinner that I forgot what I had or
dered." (Philadelphia North American:
In Good Company. Mamma
"Now, Johnny, you must remember to
use you:- right band. I dont want yoa
to become left-handed." Johnny .
"Why, mamma! some of the best pitch
ers in the league are left-handed."
Twenty Thonaand More Natlve-Born
Women Than Hen In the State
Jersey men and Jersey! women dont
emigrate. Jersey men and Jersey wom
en don't turn their backs on the farm or
the homestead to found colonies in the
south or southwest, as do the people of
New York, New England and Pennsyl-;
vankt. - They are glad to be able to re
main in Jersey, and under these cir
cumstances it is perhaps just a little
peculiar that there should be 20,000
more native-born women than men in
New Jersey. -
The male birth rate is higher than
the female birth rate in New Jersey,
as in other states and in most countries.
In the state last year there were bora .
1,032 females to each 1,000 males, but in
most states of the union, or at least in
settled states of the union, this dis
parity) is set off by two causes the
higher male death rate and the loss of
population through emigration. A
laiger proportion of men thai women
emigrate, and in old established states,
especially in the eastern portion of the)
country, and particularly in the New;
England states, Massachusetts, Rhode
Island and Connecticut, the preponder
ance of female inhabitants is consider
able. The average number of births in
a year in !New Jersey exceeds the av
erage number of deaths by 30,000, or
10 per cent.; but though the number;
of births of males is larger, and has -
been for many years, than the number
of births of females, and although there
is practically little emigration from
New Jersey, the fact remains that there
are 20,000 more female than male'inhab-
itants in that state, native-born.
The preponderance of women is not
general. In Cloucester county, for in
stance, which is in South Jersey and
tributary to Philadelphia, there were
by the last state census, 600 more mem
than women. In Ocean county, the
home of fishermen, there were by thai
last census 9,112 male and 8,679 female
inhabitants, a considerable disparity
in favor of the former. In Atlantic
connty, in Cape May county, in Cum
berland county, in Salem and in Sus-
sex the male outnumber the female in
habitants. On the other hand, in the
other counties of New Jersey the na
tive-born female inhabitants prepon
derate. The reason is plain. New Jer
sey has enormous manufacturing in
terests, and perhaps the best developed
of them is the manufacture of silk. AN
very considerable number of those en
gaged in silk manufacture are women
end girls. In Passaic county, which in
cludes the city of Paterson, there are
1,000 more native female than male in
habitants'. In Morris county there are
1,200 more native female than male In
habitants. In Union county, which in
cludes the city of Elizabeth, there are
2.200 more native-born women than native-born
men, and in Essex county,
which includes the city of Newark, with
its vast and varied manufactures, there
ere 7,179 more native female than na
tive male inhabitants. In addition to
this disparity there are In all Jersey,
10,000 more Irish-born women than
Irish-born men, but the resident of
other nationalities include a larger
male than female population. N. Y
Tire Horrid Man.
"Ah, yes," said Mrs. Middleton, with
a sigh, "it is too true, alas, too true!
One half the world doesn't know how
the other half lives."
She had just returned from an after
noon card party, and had been talking
Dver some of the things that she had
"I guess you're right," her husband
replied, "but you bet your life it isn't
the feminine half that doesn't know."
Couldn't Recollect Any Others.
Couldn't Recollect Any Others.
Stephen But, UncleJohn, whom do you
mean when you r,peak of the "best citi- .
Uncle John Well, there ismy self , for
instance, and and and I presume
there are others, but they do not come
to mind just this moment.V Bc&tuni.