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DOMESTIC ECONOMY. A man who'd load a happy Hfo Must hand his earnings to his wife. And let her, with a woman's souse, I'ay out uud plan tho homo's expense IIo'll savo himself a world of care; He'll have far more to eat and wear; So will his. wife, who'll also lay ily something for a rainy day. The penuies, man will never prize, Are big as dollars in her eyes; She weighs enth well beforo it's spent, And when they're gone, knows whero they wer.t. A woman iiske, "how much?" beforo Sho buyi, uud not a fraction more Than what sho orders will sho take; And always counts the change they make. A man, afraid of seeming mean, And vainly hidi-g that he's green. Won't ask tho price at all, and buys Whatever meets his eager eyes. Then, grandly throwing down a bill, He, victim of the tradesman's skill, And paying twice tho right amount, Pockets the change ho fears to count. The money that a husband earns, Kept In his pocket, always burns, And till it's squandered, lost or lent, He, somehow, never feels content. Man's forte's to earn, but not to spend; His wife's ambition, too, will ond If sho sees money slip away With debts increasing day by day. So he who'll wisely lead a life Of perfect bliss will let his wifo lie treasurer, as nature meant. And owe no man a single cent. II. C. Dodge, in Codall's Sun. A FAMILY AFFAIR. i;v IIVGII CONWAY. CIIAI'TEIi XXXIII (Continued). Jo idon at last! Sarah Miller stepped from the train, and once more stood on tlie platform which she had quitted rather more than three (!ays before. It was now past three o'clock in tho niornln?. Whith er should she turn? She s ood hesitating and bewildi red. There was one thin? jno:e which she had settlo 1 to do. What was it? Oh, those wheels, those wheels, will they nev er stop. Mie pressed her finccrs to her temples, and strove to recall what resolu tion had s'.lp; ed from her mind. Ah, now she remembered what it was. Her money, sho must get rid of that. .She had no further nee I of money nowthat she hail reached the final goal. In her l'Ocet w.re both (lerman and English coins. She collected them and creeping stealthily to the' box which stands await ing cc.ntrlbutions for some, (kubtless, very deserving charily, she dropped in every coin that was upon her person. This done, 6h.t believed there was nothii g left which could In any way show who i he was or whence sho came. Sho passed out under tho archway, a solitary, dark-robed figure with a head bent as in giief. Mie passed from the chas'ly white glare of electric lamps into the a'l but deserted Strand. Sho walked s nie way up the S'rand, then, without any definite aim. turned to the right and by and by found herself on the embank ment. Still ' e wan lere 1 n until sho reached Watch o bridge Sho went half way across I , tlicn stoppel short and gazed on cr the parapet into the river. Hut no thought of se!f-ilest ruction had entered Into her head, although the red 1'ght was still before her eyes, the wild rush still sounding in her ears, and those tearful Iron v heels In, her brain circling more rapidly than ever. No the rher had f-r her but the attraction which a smooth, calm, pea eful stream has for all who are in deep distress. So she looked and looked; even craned over the parapet to peerin'o Itstomber, placid deiths. At t'. at momenta blinding light Hashed upon her tycs and a hand grasped her shoulder 'Now none of that nensense," said a sharp voice Ihe voice of a police man who had seen her dark form against the stonework of the bridge. Tho woman turned her iaco to his, and the anguish written upon it persuaded the constable that lie had arrived just In the nick of time. "Klver air s bad at night for such as you," he faid In a kind voice. "Now you go straight home like a good woman. I'll see you safe off tho bridge. Von can go froui which end you like, but If you stay here any longer, well, 1 must run you In." She cl sped her hands. 4,I am mad!" she cried in piteous, Imploring tones. "Can't you see I am mad? Take me and put ire where mad people are sent to." Stranne as a confession f Insanity teemed, the puzzled policeman was bound to take her at her word, the more so be cause she would not or could not give any account of herself, or name any place of residence. So she was led away, a docile captive, and spent the rest of the night, or rather morning, under detention. Mad or not she belleed her work was now done: belle cd that she would be re stored' where her mlstre 8 woul I never find her, never hear of her. Mad or not her one concentrated aim was to keep the secret of tho way in which Maurice Iler vey died. If mad. the poor wretch's cun ning had all but supplied the place of roason. All but, for as usual It had forgotten one Important thing. Unles Beatrice was Informed of her husband's death, unless that death were proved beyond a doubt, Sarah Mil ler's crime would be unless and hor sac rifice futile. . CIIAPTEK XXXIV. JT WAS XO I It KAY. Carruthers, as was his custom called for Beatrice early one morning. This morning Beatrice left her boy in charge of the smiling I avarlan servant and went for a walk with Frank. It was a fair May morning, fairer perhaps elsewhere than in Munich, which is a dry, dusty, barren land. For somo time they walked in pllence, and apparently without any set tled destination. I3v and by Carruthers 6poko. 'When do you think you will bo ready to return to England'."' ho asked. Her e)es were cast down. She did not answer his question. "Beatrice, you will take my advice In this'.'"" he spoke gravely and tenderly. "Yes I will take your advice. 1 will do all you wish be guided entirely by you. Heaven knows I have guided my self Jong enough. See whero It has led me." Her e es filled with tears as she spoke. Frank' clinched his hand lchind his back. He felt so powerless to help her. After all he could aid her so little. "What do you propose? What dJ you think I should do?" she asked. "I think we should go straight back to England; straight to Oakbury. I will come with jou If you wish It, tell Horace and Herbert everything." "What will they say? What will they do? I should think they would at once turn me out of their house. " Frank smiled a sad little smile, Dear Beatrice, " he said, can you fancy either Horace or Herbert turning a dog out who came to them for protection? That Is," he added, "if tho dog had not been In tho mud." "Ah, Frank, but I have been In the mnd." said Beatrice sadly. 1 have years of mud up n me. It will never cooij oIT, Frank. I rank, us a man should, tried toconsole her, tried to persua lo her that tho mud was neither very black nor so very thick. She slux k her head sadly and refuse I to believe him. Then camo another pause. "Ah"." said Beatrice, "It all conies back to the old cry 'If what has been done could only be undone!" "Ves," said Frank, "the cry of the first man who developed speech; his thought perhaps beCc re speech came to him; and s It will bo the cry of the last man who stan la on the wreck of the world. " There was a silence once nioe until Frank I roke it by repeating his original quest! ui. Ilcatrlc told him she could not leave Munich until Sarah returned. "Hut she U In London. Whv rot tele graph her? Tell her to wait there, " "I w ul I, but I do not know where to find her. She was going to her friend's. The friend who posted my letters. Sarah used to -nd them, but I never thought to ak tho ad liess." "And sho Is niaMng terms with this man," said Frank ratter bitterly, "is empowered to let this ruffian io'j you." "Money Is n ihlng. lit can have all ho wants If ho will trouble me no more." "Frank," said Beatrice, "I will leavo with you as soon as sho returns, I prom ise. Now let us talk of something els?. We may havo but a day or two longer here. Let mo have thoe days to look back upon days of calm beforo the storm broke." They walked a' out aimlessly, and scarcely noticing where. "Shall wo go anywhere to ono of tho galleries.'" asked Beatrice. "No, "said Frank. "It's too fine for pictures, l et us go and look at the statue of Bavaria." They Inspected the collossal statue, but did not yield to the temptation of going up Into its head via the leg. They walk ed through tho Hall of Fame at tho back of tho statue. ' But sight-seeing dl I them no more good than Frank s forced gayety. They were both 6ad at heart "Wlwreahall we go now'.;"asked Frank as they came back to the fia re. "Is there anything else to see about here?" Ho crouched this question In curious German, aud addressed the driver. Tho driver sa d th; great south cemotery was not far off. "I don't like cemeteries." said Frank doubtfully. "l do. ' said Beatrice. So they drove ac ording to her wislu Thoy assed under tho great arched en trance to tt e place of tombs. Beatrice, who was now deep in sad thoughts, look ed neither to tho right nor left and j Frank was looking only at Beatrice. They walked straight into the great open space and for awlnle, with tho bright May sun shining down on them, wandered about the forest of tombs, vhl;h, after the man ner of all continental memorial stones, looked untidy from the withered or taw dry wreaths which had been placed on tl.eui last All Souls' Day, and left to de cay at ease. Carruthers was somewhat reappointed In the cemetery. Although ; this was his first visit to Munich, he j fancied he ha t read or heard that this c'iiietery was ono of the finest In Europe. I lie told Beatrice he was disappointed. Vl'erliaps the finest monuments are un I der the pia.a, ' slit said. I They walked across to the broad piazza I which runs round the center space. As j Bea rice had suspected the finest and most ci stly and artistic m mumoii's were against the wall. "This! ' he mutter.'d. "To this it all c me. Tho end of love, the end of am bition, of wealth, of poverty, of pain, of joy. All come to It, and other men and women walk over our graves and wonder who we were. Beatrice! Beatrice " ho cried, In a voice of equislt3 agony, "we can live but once" and our l.fe is wasted!" Bravely as he had borne himself Car ruthers had at last broken down. "1 was a fool a weak fool," he said. "Forgive me." ".o. you are wise. Oh, why was I ever born! ' "Let us g j, " said Frank. "I hate this abode of dead mor allty. " So with heavy hearts they walked ah ng the bnad pia:a toward the entrance to the cemetery. Neither spoke. Carruthers was telling himself that ho was weaker than ne thought, that he could n:jt bear the situa tion longer. He would sue Bea'rice safe In England. Hp would see this man and Insure her future peace. Then he would he must leave her. To see her, hear her voice, touch her hand, yet know she could not I e his was more than he could ask himself to bear. And Beatrice s thoughts ran much In the same gtove. She had from the first known It must be so. This was why she had begged that the last few days they spent in Munich might bo made :-uch as nii-mory loves to linger upon. Such friendship as frank had spoken of was between them an l.i: possibility. So as they walke I down that piazza they felt that they were bidding each other a farewell which might well be eternal. No wonder their hands refused to part. As they drew near to the entr nee they passed uint was to all ap pearances a shop with a plate-glass lront opening o i the piazza. In trout oT t were two or three men aud wom en and several children the Lst-named on tl toe, and ; attenin; the'r fiat Teuton ic noses against the glass. 1 rank also glanced that way and saw such a crlous sight that, in spite of his preoccupation, he stopped. A little way inside the glass was arrang ed on ban s of evergreens and Cowers, what seemed to be a do en dolls of various sizes, but all largo for dolls. Each was dressed in smart long robes with tinsel and other decorations, and every doll bore a large number. A curious sight! Carruthers drew near and then the truth fashed upon him. They were dead babies! There, each In Its little nest of leaves and flower', they lay awaiting the day of burl il. They are dead!" said Frank, turning to Beatrice. "Ves. 1 remember hearing It was the custom here t let them wait like this, but I forgot all ahout It. A horrible custom, Is it not " Fran c and I eatrlce turned away. It seemed to Frank, at least, t at the specta cle Uicy had seen was a filling ending to their exciir.-loii. They walked away slow ly and In silence. But they had not seen all. In a room at the very entrance, so that comers and goers might tho more readily notice It, lay the body of a man. Not on fragrant boughs, but on a plain slate bier, for there was no one to authorize the ex penditure necessary to give It a be-d of ever greens. A black cloth was thrown across the body and the face wai turned toward the window. And Frank saw that white face and knew It and Beatrice saw that white face and knew It She grns;!d Frank's arm, Blrovo to ?rfl'r, gave a sharp cry and fell sonseless on the stones. Carruthers lifted ; her and bore her to they iter. Ho bade the man drive homo at once. 1'eatrl . e revived. She looked at Frank In a dazed way. "I dreamed It It was a dream!" sho said In n whisper. ; "It wasno dream "answered Carruthers In a hoarse, choked voice. Not another j word was exchanged until they readied 1 Beatrice's home. Herd Frank wanted to ' accompany her to her rooms. She shook ' her head. "(io back, go back." sho whispered. "Ton will see to all, learn all, will you not" He nodded, re-entered the carriage and f drove back to the emeti ry. ' Then? was no mistake. He gained access , to the room. Ho saw the bo ly uncovered, saw the sling which had been remove! from the broken arm. And as ho stood and gazed at he dead man he seemed to hear the voice of the strange servant beg ging him In wild accents to wait for Bea trice. Her prophecy had come truo; her strange faith had not deceived her. He liad to answer many questions; see sundry o Hclals. He said ho Identified the man as Maurice Ilervey, an artist. Ho c uld say nothing more a'oout him nothing about his frieu Is. He had ex changed very few words with him. Then J he left money for tho c rpse to be removed to another : v.r and decently laid out. Also money for funeral expenses, and for a stone with II. M. on It to beput over ti e crave. They told him tho funeral must take placo on the morrow. Then he went back to Beatrice. Sho would not Fee him; so he left a note saying that all was done. The next day ho 6tcod over Maurice Ilervey 'a grave. CIIAI'TEIi XXXV. OU Ki:iKN!S,A(lAlX. He did not see her the next day. He called twice; the second time she sent word that she woul l rather not see Ifm until to-morrow. She was not 111; she would only rather bo left alone. So In a curious, Indescribable state of mind Mr. Carruthers spent the day In wandering about Munich. On the morrow he called and was ad mitted. IL' found Beatrice alone. She looked pale, but very beautiful. He no ticed at once a change In her manner. A certain graceful timidity and shyncsss seemed to l.avi? fallen upon her, which added a new charm to the girl he had hitherto found so calm and self-possessed. Beatrice, It may be, also noticed a change In Carruthers' beirlng. "Tell me all, " sho sai l in low tones, as after a quiet greeting he took a chair near her. He tcld her a'l. Bea rice heard him without interruption. When his recital was finished she sat In deep thought Frank watched her in s lence. 'How did he come there, on tho rail road. 1 mean " she asked at last. Frank shook his head. "It might have len accident. It might have been suicide. From the position in which he was found the authorities incline to the latter. But he had plenty of money in his pocket. I don't know how much, for In these cases tho exact amount is never stated. ;n short, no one knos how it happened." "What broujht him to Munich " asko I Beairire. "How did he know I was here "' Frank c mid only shake his head again. "He must have seen Sarah," she con tinued, answering h r own question. "He must have heard from her where i was. Why did she not write and t dl me? Some harm may have befallen her. I wlh she was back." "Would yo i like 1 1 his grave?" asked Frank after a pause. Beatrice shivered. "No," she said, "I think not unless you would cali it unwomanly not to do so." "No," said Frank, I can see no rea son for If "Whatcoald I 'o at his grave,'' asked Beatrice softly and dreamily. "Cno goes to a grave to weep. 1 could not weep. After a load, which one has carried for years day and night, is lifted from the mind, one does not weep one rejoices. Frank, I dare not stand over a grave and feel like that. l et me say I forgive him. I can do no more." "'o one who knew all could ask more. " "Speak nothing but good of the dead," she continued n the same dreary way. "Frank, I cannot recall any good of which to speak. For a few weeks 1 loved him, or thought I loved him; but lhat was years, years ago. Ah. me! thosi years! All I can now do is to say I will speak no evil of him. He is dead. I forgive him, an I will trv and forget him." For the first tl i.e ths tears rose to her eyes. There was a long pause, Beatrice and Frank were now standing. He took her hands in his and held them. "Beatrice -darling, " he whispered. "Do you remember tho words you said a few days ago said In this very room? When there seemed no chance of happi ness for you and me. Dearest all Is now change I. We are In a new world. Bea trice, will yod say Mi3J more In o ir new world what you said In the old?" rC0N(lA'Ii:i XKXT WEEK. A Blessing in a Woman. The late William It Travers, a number of years ago, took a fatherly Interest in a man who Is now a Wall street banker, and who was formerly a clothing-store clerk. He forsook the counter and ma le a start In the street under the wing of tho noted wit The o ng man married a charming Brooklyn girl, on tho return from the wedding trip Mr. Tra crs congratulated him: "They t-t-tell me. Cha-Cha-Charlcy, that you in m-marrled a tha-char-m-m-mlng woman." "Ve replied tho young man. "She Is beautiful and accomplished, but she has one misfortune. " "Ah, ah! W-w-wiut's that, Cha-Cha-Charlcy.' "She stutt.T3. " "Sho s.ut-t-t-tcrs, does sho? And you c-c-c-call that a m-m-mls-f-fortune? Why, d-d-rlamlt. Cha-Cha-Charlcy, that's a b-b b'.eslng In a wo-wo-woman." Oik Exception. Venerao'e Spinster: "There Is not a marrlo I woman In my acquaintance who does not have her life made miserable by her husband's constant talk about how much better his mother cooked." Young Wire "Well, here's an excep tion. My hiisbnid never makes a remark of that klnJ." V. S. : "He's tho first man 1 ever heard of that did not You must bo a marvel lous cook." V. W.: "No, It's not that You see, he was brought up in an orphan asylum." Trousers Ave. Tom Biglea (ferociously) Hang It Olbb n, I can't see why jou have adopted that It oth way of carrying your umbrella! You're jabbing everybody, back and front. Iiowell Ibbon You cawn't aee, eh? Why, It's absolutely necessawy. I'd get tho blawsted thing tangled In the skirts of I my new r ng!Ih trousers If I didn't carwy It In a horizontal position. ruck. HE DRANK HASHISH. The gad Results of n lru Clerk' Terrible 11 1 u n J c r. A few miles from this city I ves n man who waa once as fine a dnijj clerk as there was In the cty of Iloslon.says the Manchester (N. II.) Unim. His namo was Randolph 1L Sanford. and he Is at present residing with his wid owed mothor. Sanford is somo over forty years of age, ond is a complete wreck. His hair is us whito as snow, aHd liis left side has been paralyzed from tho crown of his head to h a feet While mixing chemicals at the last place in Boston where he worked, nn unforsoen comblqation "ensued, and an explosion was the result Th s explo sion proved most disastrous to Sanford. He got tho bulk of the Hying liquid in his face, and his nose was fairly eaten oil. lie was ill for a long time, and during his sickuess his whole left sido was paralyzod, as stated above. With in the last three years he has partially recovered the use of his afflicted side, and in the summertime manages to get around and do a little garden work, the Sauford placo being noted for tlie quality of tho vegetables raised and tho beauty of tho floral plats. San ford is a most interest. ng conversation alist, aud is full of stories regarding the life of a drug clerk. ILs experi ence witli hashish is worth reproduc ing. Haihish is tho foundation of tho same powerful extract that lignres in Mouto Cristo. Tho name by which it goes among druggsts is "extractum cann-abis indicax" or extract of Indian hemp. Tho liquid preparation resem bles ink in appearance a dark groen ink. Its fragrance is of a narcotic odor, and in taste it is slightly warm, bitterish and acid. In Hindostan, Per sia, and other parts of the east hemp has habitually been employed as an Intoxicating agent The parts used are the tops of tho plant and a- resin ous product obtained from it Tho plant is cut after flower. ng, aud form ed into bundles from two to four feet long by threo inches in diameter, which nro sold in the bazars by the name of gun jab. The resin obtained is formed into bails by tho natives, and is smoked liko tobacco, with wli cli it is said to bo frequently mixed. An infusion or decoction of the drink is sometimes used as an exhilarating drink. "Some eight or ten years ago," says Sanford. "I was at work for a prominent druggist in Boston. For somo little time I had been suffering with dyspepsia, and the ailment both ered mo so that life became unbear able. 1 at last mixed up a decoction that gave rao great relief. 1 was to take it before meals, and placed the bottle on a shelf behind the prescrip tion counter among other bottles which are usually found in that place. Ono noon I went to take my medicine. I took down what I thought to bo the right bottle, and, discarding the use of a spoon, I placed tho bottle to my mouth and took a large 6wallow. Horrors! The taste told me that I had made a mistake! I looked at tho bottle and well, niv friend. I had taken a largo dose of Indian cannabis, or otherwise hashish. I knew what the results would be. I staggered back to tho rear part of the store. How queer I felt How light I was grow ing. Up, up, up I went until my head bob tod against tho ceiling. I was like a cork floating on disturbed water. I glided along, and could look down and seo tho huge bottles, each one with a hideous face laughing at me. Tho stools on the marble floor seemed to want to keep mo company, and their click, click, on the marble floor sound ed like thunder in my ears. Suddenly I was plunged into inky blackness. From the black nothingness flashed out bright balls of light I reached the sofa and sank down upon it My tonguo seemed to swell, and I tried in vain to scream, but no sound issued. I seemed to know that there was a long, long hour beforo my follow clerk would be back from his dinner, and then ho might not come into tho rear room and discover my condition. Tho events of days and weeks came bo fore my mind in all the details, and I saw faces boautiful faces angelic in their divinity, which seemed to beckon lo me and then vanish with a hideous laugh. Again was I tossed to the ceil ing and then thrown by some invisible force from one side of the room to another. 1 felt no concussion, but bounced about like a huge foot-ball. Then 'I fell back into dreamy con templation and years scorned to pass by. Fantastic pictures were worked, my limbs felt weighted with lead, just the opposite to my experience of what seemed to mo years ago. I heard somebody say: 'Why, Kolphio. old fellow, what's the mutter? Kolphie! Bolphle!' The words reverberated liko thunder. My shop-mate had re turned. Again he tried to skako me to myself, and I never hated a man so cordially as 1 hated him at that momsnt. He got a doctor, and I tell you, my friend, thoy had no easy time to bring me to myself. Every word they uttered surged into my brain and seemed to jar me to pieces. I suffered from that experience long afterward, and it appears even at this day, when I think it over, that I have that feel ing coming on, so powerful was the impression made on me at that time." Scenes of Sen3uom Beauty. Hindoos, coolies, men, women and children standing, walking or sitting in the sun, under the shadowing of tho palms. Men squatting, with hands clasped over their black knees, steadily observe you from under their whito turbans very steadily, with a slight cowl. All these Indian faces havo tho same set stern expression, tho samo knitting of tho brows ond the keen strong gaze Is not altogether pleasant It borders upon hostility; it is the look of measurement measurement physi cal and moral In tho mighty swarm ing of India these have learned the full meaning and force of life's law as wo occidentals rarely learn it. Under tho dark forehead with its fixed frown tho eve slitters liko a serpent's. 1 Nearly all wear the samo Indian dress, tho thickly folded turban, usu ally while, whito drawers reaching but half down the thigh. leaving the knees and tho logs bare, and white jacket A fowdon long blue robes and wear a colored head dress. These are baba gees priests. All tho men look tall; they aro lithe, very slender, small boned, but the limbs are well turned. They aro grave, talk in low tones and seldom smile. Those you aee with very heavy full beards are Mussulmans; they have their mosques and the cry of the muezzin sounds thrice daily over the vast cane lields. Some shave Buddhists or followers of Ilindooism but tho children of Islam never. Very comely somo of the women aro, in their close-clinging, soft, brief robes and tantalizing veils, a costume leav ing shoulders, arms and ankles bare. Tho dark arm is alwnys tapered and rounded, the silver circled anklo al ways elegantly knit to the lighf.straight foot Many of these slim girls, wheth er standing or walking, or in repose, present perpetually studies of grace; their attitude when erect, always sug gest lightness and suppleness, like tho poise of a perfect dancer. A coolie mother passes, carrying at her hip a pretty naked baby. It has exquisite delicacy of limb; its tiny ankles are circled by thin bright silver rings; it looks liko a little bronzo stat uette, a statue of "Kama, tho Indian Eros." The mother's arms are cover ed from elbow to rist with silver brace lets somo flat and decorated, others coarse, round, smooth, with ends ham mered into the form of viper heads. She lias large flowers of gold In her ears, a small gold flower in her very delicate little nose. This nose' ora ment docs not seem absurd; on these dark skins the efiect is, on tho con trary, pleasing, although bizarre. All this jewelry is pure metal; it is thus tho coolies carry their savings; they do not learn to trust tho banks iintl thoy become rich. There is a woman go ng to market, a very odd little woman; is she a Chinablanco a coolie, or a Malay half-breod? I do not know. She rep resents a typo I have never seen bo fore. Sho wears ono loose, soft whito garment leaving arms, ankles and part of back and bosom expose I.liko a low cut, sleeveless chemise, but loss long. Her wholo figuro is rounded, compact, admirably knit ai l her walk is inde scribably light supplo. graceful. Bui her faco is qii'jer; it is a Oriental gro tesque, a Chineso dream, oblique eyes and blue-black brows and hair, very high and broad cheek bones. Singu lar as it is. this faco has tho veritablo benule du diab'e; it is very young and very fresh face, and the uncommonly long, black, silk lashes give her gazj a very pleasing, velvety expression. Still, the most remarkable peculiarity sho has is her color, clear and strange, almost exactly tho color of a tine ripo lemon. Lufcadio Jlearn in Harper's Magazine, Tho Light of Home. Whsn every star that gems the sky la darkness hides Its silvery ray, And midnight shadows thickly lie, Like sable curtains on the war, One light remains to pierce the clooin, One ray it Is the light of borne. That light where o'er undlramed It ihlnes, Unnumbered blessings sheds around; Wliere fall its soft and tender lines There truest happiness Is found. Tbero Is no light beneatb the dome Bo precious as the light of home. Within Its sacred circle blend The purest virtues, true and strong; Here friend deserves the ntme of friend, And love resides, nor fears a wrong; And when the heart meets pain and Ul That friendly beacon cheers it still. For one afir its radlanco streams The proof of Joy and hope and cbeer. And draws him with Its welcome bcami To all he hoi is most prized and dear. Ills heart is glad, his ere grows bright As he beholds its faithful light And thus as we, with weary feet, Life's dark and tangled mazes tread, Let us take heart for, pure and sweet There Is a llzht that shines ahead, That leads us onward, while we roam, To find in heaven the light of homo. 'Boston Jsturtid'.. Clinging to the I'ast Eoquador is a country in which the past still reigns. Tho buildings aro never repaired; the Indians, remember ing tho ancient glory of their ances tors, have no songs and no amuso ments, and the Spanish inhabitants aro too poor and too proud to get much activo pleasure from the present Ono peculiarity of the Indian, showing his attachments to custom, lies in the fact that he will only trade in the market Elace in Quito, where his ancestors ave for couturies sold their produce. A traveler upon the highways may meet whole armies of Indians bearing loads of supplies, but ho can obtain nothing from them until they have reached thor accustomod placo for barter. The Indian will even carry goods ten miles, and sell them for less than ho was offered at home. The author of "The Capitals of Spanish America'' says that ho once met, an old woman trudging along with a basket of fruit and though ho offered ten cents for pineapples, which would only bring her two and a half in tho market she preferred taking the dusty Journey of two leaguos to being re ievod of her burden t once. A gentleman living somo distance from town says that for four years, ho tried to induce tho natives who pass ed every morning with packs of alfalfa (clover) to sell him at his gato; he was invariably compelled to go into town to buy it Nor will the natives sell at wholesale. They will givo you a gourdful of pota toes for a penny as often as you choose to buy, but they will not sell their stock in a lump. They will sell jou a dozou eggs for a real (ten cents), but they will not sell fivo dozen for a dol lar. An Awful Danger. A 'This country can't risk anoth er war." B. "Why, we could put two or three million men into the liold." "That's just it and if the war lasted long- there would bo such a crop ol veterans wanting pensions that the treasury would bo bankrupt Texas SifliriQS, Borrowed garments seldom lit well, nor do bogus remedieu euro successfully. Tho real cure for ceughs aud colds is Dr. Hull's Cough Syrup. Why sit doubled up liko an old man, my boy! What's rhoumttlam Take tho good ho pods provide then, and send twenty-live cents arouud tho orner for u bottle of Sal vation Oil and you'll rldo your bicyc'.o to morrow. HERfc AND THERE, 8ittle:s In some portions of Indian Ter ritory are said to be In a starving condition owing to tbe depredations of thieves, who I have driven oil their slocK. A strike, participated In by about 250 boys, has been the cause of closing two of the largest glass factories in Maryland and throw log 030 men out of employment. A correspondent of The Liverpool Jftrcury Bays that be heurd somo cornet playing from a pbonozrapli wh'cli bad been repeated moro than a thousand times, and all the notes were ti clear and distinct as ever. English physicians condemn cigarette Iraoklng because it produces throat diseases, pven tho best clrgarettes aro 'laneerous. l'bey cause more consumption of nicotine than either the clifar or tho pipe. San Antonls, out In California, boasts tne fittest baby ever barn. It Is the son of Alfred Msarulrc, a railroad brakctnan, aud when Lorn it weighed Only sixteen ounces. A pint cup covered It The father aud mother are both well-Droportloned. Some folks claim that advertising does not pay. A few ulgbta ago a thief entered a tiousa la Chicago and ransacked a drawer la which he overlooked SO. The daily pipers published the Item tho next day and the thief teturned that nlgbt and got tbe ISO and a lult of clothes. The safety insured by Interlocking signal apparatus may bo shown by tbe fact that about 3,003,00) trains havo passed over the Chatham square crossing of the New York tlcvated railway with but one collision, which was owing to the enzlno driver passing the dauger signal. A man who has been In tbe habit of lying iwako ulhls has dlstfovcrel a remedy for lleerilessncss. lie throws asldo the pi low ln? adopts the practice of sleeping with tbe Lead and bo If nearly on the same level. Only men, among the animals, seem to re quire a pillow. The craubcrry pickers aro out In full forco Cown on tho Capo bos preparing to gather In Ibe harvest A great many families are enabled to lay by from tl00 to (200 every reason as tbe reward of their industry In tho i ranberry fields, which keeps tho winter fires going and drives wsnt from the door. Conno sseurs In tbe art of slow torture say there is nothing like tho nocturnal tlc-tac to at Ir tho blood and madden tbe brain. The tlc-tac Is n bullet on a string, by means of kblch, and with tho help of 8atan, small boys mysteriously rap a melancholy mono tone on the window pane and banish sleep from the Inmate of tbo haunted chamber as i ffectually as if he were on tho racK. According to careful calculations mada by a British clergTman of note and Just pub lished Protestants have Increased during the last hundred years from 37,001,000 to 131, 000,000, or nearly fourfold. Roman Catho lics during tbe same period have Increased from 80,OuO,030 to 1C3,OJO,000, or twofold. The Greek church during the century has In creased from 40,000,000 to 83,0 JO. 000, also twofold. Tbe fact that Emperor William of Germany refuses to permit bllU of fare to retain tbelr French nomenclature In his household Is a straw which shows thst the wind Is blowing In the direction of a European war. 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