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J. A. Mexzier, Editor and Proprietor. YALE, MICH To &I3TUOB the last resting placM ol the dead violates a tender sentiment which Is coextensive with civilization, and the wretch who does not respect the eacrednesa of the tomb is a creature to be eot apart and placed under the ban of the law. Brother Jasper, the distinguished colored clergyman at Richmond, Va.t Bays that women should not be allowed to preach. The women will say that he is just as far wrong in this case as in his famous astronomical assertion, 'the sun do move.' The watercress is a plant which has resisted all efforts at improvement by cultivation. Under artificial treat ment it loses the faint, piquant mus tard flavor that is its special charm, and assumes much of the hot, pun gent tasto of the horse radish. "Tub Cost of Drunks" is the inter esting: theme to which Toronto news papers are now devoting some space. It is figured out that the 6, 4 11 drunken men arrested in the town last year represent a deficiency in wages lost, etc , of $191,682. No wonder aToronto editor deplores the prevalence of drunkenness "in our midst." TnE status of female medical practi tioners, about which there has been to much trouble and discussion, has now been definitely and legally as well as very sensibly settled by a decree just published in the official Gazette. Lady dootors may now practice freely la all parts of the empire, and will wear a certain decoration denoting their profession. People who dabble a little in sta tistics without an adequate understand ing of the factors which enter into a problem, or with some preconceived theory for which they aro in search 'of evidence, are likely to reach very mis leading results. This has been the case with those writers who, for some reason not easily understood, have sought to show that education, so far JfQ& operating diminish crime, "fictiially ineT3used it r ' ! iV We believe thore is nothing more commendable, more worthy of a young man's attention and attendance, than a well-conducted technical school. It develops his mind as well as his muscle. It enables him to apply bis ability in a way to accomplish more and do it easier. It gives him a better position in society and business. It makes a man of him, and abuvo all it places him in a position to demand and receive what is due to every American citizen, an honest and com fortable livellhodd. Good manners aro not put on and off like varyiug fashions; they are the essential, everyday clothing of the oul, und should be liable to no fluctuations of season, time or place. There are certain things that 6how ill breeding, and always will, until the bugle call of Gabriel sounds the reveille of the resurrection. The girl or woman who talks and laughs nois ily in public places, drops the termin al of words ending in "ing substi tutes an "r" for the final 'w'' in "fel low,' and makes use of that dreadful word "mash," although she obeyed the standard book of eiiquetto to the letter, could never be mistaken for a lady. Julian Ralph, in an article in Har per's Weekly, gives an interesting ac count of Father Locombe, the apostle of the Blackfeot Indiana, who, he says, Is the most accomplished student of the Indian languages that Cam da pos sesses. "He told me," ho says, "that the whiteman'a handling of Indian words In the nomenclature of our cities, provinces, and states is us brutal as anything chargoi against the savages. Saskatchewan, tor - insttnee, moans nothing. Kisslskatchewan is the word that was intended. It means 'rapid current.' Manitoba is senseless, but 'Manitowapa' (the mysterious strait) would have been full of local Import. However, there is no need to sadden ourselves with this expert knowledge. Rather let us be grate.'ul for every Indian name with which we have tamped individuality upon the map of the world, bj it rightly or wrongly set forth." One thing we think may bo protty positively asserted und that is, with out the interference of government in the affairs of tho people, civilization at the close of the nineteenth century would be far behind what it la now. Had not the slate of New York, n the first quarter of this cor.ury, construct ed the Erie Canal how fi.r advanced would h ive been western New York, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois. Michigan und the other great northwestern states that have produced food to sustain hundreds of millions in this and the old world? Without our fre chool how could we within a century have built up one of the most free, prosper ous and intelligent nations on the face of the globe? No; in a government of the people, for the people, by the psople, while yet in its infancy ,at loast, surrounded by older and more powerful nations, without some aid from, government, progress would be very slow and survival improbable. THE TOWER OF BABEL. tlmttj Profane Legends Are of a Chat cter Resembling the Ulble Story. The recent flight of sundry foolish folks to the hills says the San Fran cisco Chronicle, was not the only oc casion on which people have sought safety in high places. The incident of the tower of Babel is one that will naturally commend itself to the reader. There are few naratives in tho live books of Moses that are more im pressive than that of the erection of the tower of Babel, and there are few concerning which there has been more discussion. The little that is certainly known, and something of the much that has been conjectured, will form the subject of this article. The delugo being over, the "sons of men" seem to have wandered about the Asian lands in an aimless, uomadic sort of way. until they struck the plains of Shiuar in Mesopotamia, when they decided to settle clown and build a city partly because of the level and then fertile character of the land, and Eartly because of the abuudanco of rick-clay and bitumen with which the plains were rich. Being on tho plains, however, and mindful of the cataclysm through which they had just passed, they decided not ouly to build a city, but also to build a rallying point, which might prove an asylum in case of another great danger, and possibly by means of which they might even got up among the gods themselves. At any rate, whether the Deity was offended becausn the tower was an evi dence of a lack of belief in the promise that there should bo no more flood, or because it was an evidenco of impious presumption, the building of the tower was suddenly brought to a close. A confusion of tougues was sent to plague the builders, their language Mas confounded, work was stopped, and the workmen once more scattered "abroad on the face of the earth." There the biblical story ends. It is worthy of note, however, that many stories or legends of a similar trend lire to be found outsido the bible. There is a Chaldean tradition that the first men, relying on their strength and size, raised a tower reaching to ward heaven, but that the winds, assisting the gods, brought the build ing down on the heads of the builders. Plato also reports a tradition that in the Gplden Age meu aspiring to im mortality were confouuded in their speech by Jupiter. Then, too, In the details of the story of tho war of the Titians against the gods may bo traced a traditionary resemblance to the 5 amative of the" bible. tgain, oieuhus is authority, for the statement 'tnalthe Sibyl slale'd. whefl all men I weve of one language some mult a liigh tower, as if they would thereby ascend to heaven, but tho gods scut storms of wind, and one threw the tower and gave every oue his peculiar language. Lastly, for the purposes of this article, there is the legend that Nimrod induced the people to build a tower too high for the waters again to reach, but that the tower was split from the top to the bottom by light ning. .It is evident from this multiplicity J-ot general similarity of the Babel egends legends, it may be added, which are quite as numerous as those referring to the deluge that there must have been some great cause or origin of them that challenges con sideration and respect, even if viewed only as an attempt to account for the origin of the diversity of languages. It is not quite clear, however, that the story of the Tower of Babel is all fable. That the tower gave its name to Babylon there is uow no doubt, and there is quite a respectable mass of authorities to show that Babylon con tained a certain tower-like building of unusual dimensions. Avrian. Diodoru.s Siculus, and Strabo are three names that may be mentioned iu the list. It is related, too, by Herodotus that when the Jews were" carried captive into Babylonia they were so struck with the vast magnitude and peculiar character of the Babylonian temples that they imagined they saw among them the very tower of their scriptures. It would seem from this that they also accepted it as a fact that tho tower of Babel was not irredeemably destroyed at the time of the confusion of tougues. and that it was repaired and completed. The "father of history" goes even further, and describes the tower as tiio Jews saw it at the time of their cap tivity, and as he saw it in ruins. "l"n the middle of the sacred in closurc," he says, "there stands a solid tower of 'a stadium, both in depth and width; upon this tower an other is raised, and another upon that, to the number of eight towers. An as cent to them has been made on tin; out side, in a circle exlemtiug around the towers." The tower was then dedicated to Bel or Belus, so that it would seem, having been first consecrated to immoderate ambitiou, to have become a Icmplu of idolatry. With the fall of tho Chaldean cmnire and the ruin of its capital the modern identification of the ruins of the Tower of Babel has become an extremely difficult task. When Christian travei ! ers first began to visit tho ruins of the plains of Shiuar, they generally at tached the name of the Tower of Babel to whatever mass was tho loftiest and most imposing. As a consequence there were soon six or seven towers added to tho archaeological list. Late explorations, however, have resulted in a consensus of opinion in favor of Birs Nimrod, or Nim rod's lower. The appearance of this massive ruin is deeply impressive, rising suddenly as it does out of a wild desert plain, with its rent, fragmentary and lire-blasted Vilo, and the whole hill itself, on which U stands, dreary and desolate. The base of tho tower at present measures something over i.000 feet, and is formed of tho most beautiful brick masonry, though the upper portions are torn and vitrified as though by lightning. Birs Ninirotl appears by careful examination to have been a re treating pyramid built in seven re ceding stages. The whole height has been calculated to have been 1ifi feet. This is no very great hfight, it Is true, but taken in connection with the hill on which it stands, and which was probably ter raeod. the whole must have been of quiu au effective and sky-reaching ap pearance. Whether this" Is really tfia tower by means of which the post diluvian relies intended scaling nigh heaven is of course pure conjecture, but it stands as another proof of tho fact that modern exploration in the orient is constantly clearing the way to, the acceptance of tho early bible stories as something more than rabbinical legends. OSCAR WfLDE'S CYNICISM. The ApoNtle of the Lily Snyn Rome Ileal Cutting Thing About Life. Beauty ends where intellect begins. Intellect is in itself an exaggeration and destroys the harmony of any face. The ugly and the stupid have the best of it in this world. They can sit quietly and gape. They live as wo all should live, undisturbed, iudifferent. and without disquiet. ' Tho ono charm of marriage is that it makes a life of deception necessary for both parties. Conscience and cowardice aro really the same thing. Conscience is tb& trade name of the firm, that's all. Laughter is not a bad beginning for a friendship and is the best ending for one. Tho more insincere a man is tho more purely intellectual his idea will be, for it will not bo colored by hi3 wants, his desires, or his prejudices. Every impulse that we strangle broods in the mind and seasons us. Tho body sins onco and has done with its sin. for action is a mode of purifica tion. Nothing rcmalus then but the recollection of a pleasure or the luxury of a regret. Nothing can cure tho soul but the senses, just as nothing can euro the senses but the soul. The only difference between a caprice and a lifelong passion is that the caprice lasts a little lunger. Sin is' the only color element left in modern life. Young men want to bo faithful, and are not; old men want to bo faithless and cannot. Punctuality is the thief of time. Nowadays people know the price of everything and tho value of nothing. Men marry because they are tired, women because they are curious. Both aro disappointed. People who only love once in their lives aro really shallow people.- What thev call their loyality and theft fideli ty 1 call cither tho lethargy of custom or tho lack of imagination. Faithlessness is to tho emotional lifo what consistency is to the intellectual life simply a confession of failure. Religion consoles some. Its mys- tci"lps have all tho charm of a flirta tion. Is insincerity such a terrible thing? I think not. it is merely a method by which we can multiply our personali ties. The Borrowing Neighbor. Mother has often told me of a funny time she had when she was quite a young housekeeper, afflicted with a borrowing neighbor. J. ins lad' scklom had anything of her own at. hand when it was wanted, so she depended upon the obliging disposition of her friends. One day my mother put-on Iier large house-keeping apron, and stepped across the yard to lierout-door kitchen. The kitchens in Kentucky were never a part of the house, but always at a little distance Irotn it, in a separate building. "Aunt Phyllis," said hiv mother to the cook, who was browning coffee grains in a skillet over the tiro. "I thought I told you that I was coming here to make pound-cake and cream pies this morning. Why is nothing ready?" "La me, Miss Emmeline!" replied Aunt Phyllis. "Miss 'Tilda Jenkins done carried off every pie pan and rolling-pin aud pastry-board, aud bor rowed all do eggs and cream fo' her self. Her bakin' isn't mo'u begun." This was a high-handed proceeding, but nothing could be done iu the case. It was Mrs. Jenkin's habit, and mother had always been so amiable about it, that tho servants, who were easy-go-'.ng, never troubled themselves to ask the mistress, but lent the iuconveieut borrower whatever she desired. Sometimes just as we were going to church. I was too little at the time to remember, mother said that a small black boy with very white teeth and a very woolly head would pop up at her chamber door, exclaiming: "Howdy, Miss Emmeline. Mis? 'Tilda done sent mo to borrow yo' Piaver-book. She go In' to church to day' ncrself." Or. of a summer evening, her maid would appear with a modest request for Miss Emmeline's lace shawl and red satin satin fan; Miss 'Tida wanted to make a call, and had nothing to wear.' All this, 1 think, mado mother per fectly set against borrowing so much as a slate-pencil or a pin. We were always to use our own things, or go without. I never had a sister, but cousins often spent months at the house, and were In and out of my room in tho freest way, forever bring ing nio their gloves to mend or theii tics to clean, as cousins will. "Never borrow." said my mother. "Buy, or give away, or do without, but be beholden to nobody for a loan." Margaret E. bangxlcr, in Harper's Young 1'eoplc. The Snnsft of Smelt. Smell is the most acute by far of the five hiifan sense, neeording. to the Pittsburg lLt;itt'Ji. Take an ounce of musk most powerful of scent and leave it where the atmosphere Is still, open on a table, for a year. At the end of that time, having for full.twelve months rendered odorous the whole air in its neighborhood, the most deli cate scales cannot detect that it has lost a particlo iu weight. Vet the smell has been inlinitely dis tributed, microscopic portions of the musk floating off and exciting Imprest linns upon th'u nerve papillte under tha delicate lining of the nasal passages. for thin is what smell means, lhe sense has grown almost rudimentary In human beings through want ol necessity for Its use under civilized conditions; but it Is highly probable that the care men had it quite as well developed as the shnrpest-uosed beast. THE CONFESSION OF BILL NYE. Being: True Story or How Thla Bate Man Came to Write the I'umu of "Ueautiful Snow." Will the World newspaper allow me space in its valuable cplumus to state fully and finally under what circum stances I wrote tk now famous poem called "Beautiful Snow?" I had been reared in luxury, and as a youth did not have to do anything but cut cord wood and clear off timber land, but in au evil hour I was tempted to go to the great city, where folks did not readily fall into my ways. So I left the clearing, aud, like Cincin natus, I also left my steers standing in the furrow, to strike out for the rip snoning town. At first I was afraid of the cars and would 6hj a little when tho band played, but gradually I got used to it, and if things sort of startled me I concealed it. and could almost fool some people and make them think I was town-bred, although I even yet hold a cigar like an immigrant aud dodge when I sit by a car window aud go past a telegraph pole. I had not been in tho city long be fore I noticed that though I was ob served I was not recognized as a gen eral thing. Observation without recog nition is a metropolitan peculiarity. I soon grew to bo more and moro vacant and the different coats of my stomach began to get out at tho elbows, for I had brought my sylvan appetite with mo aud also a glazed portmanteau, which would not stay shut except when I wanted to open it t see if my new kip boots.were still safe. I walked up and down tho same street a good many times trying to look like I was really going somewhere, which, as Heaven is my judge, I was not. I stopped now and then to scratch my chilblain against the curb and look at the most expensive dia monds in the jewelry show-windows, and, though my taste was pleased and gratified, it ouly annoyed and tauta lized my appetite. For days aud nights I did this, hop ing that some kind banker would al low his team to ruu away near mc, so that 1 could save his little daughter and get a chance to wet my linger on a sponge at his counter and count his coupors for him. But w hen you come to consider this in a cool, methodical way, you will see that it is a most un certain method for obtaining a situa tion, for bankers aro getting more careful in selecting their horses, and also tho coachman generally takes his pick of the daughters, thus leaving talented but freckled young buck wheaters to marry otherwhere. I was so empty'that when I buttoned my vest in tho morning I could hear it echo along down my corridors. I thought of begging, but I could not do that. So I said I must starve. If I had not been so hungry I would have gone home, where a barr.d of pickled pork and a bin of atrophied potatoes, with pale green sprouts a yard long, just fairly held out their loug arms to me. But I had put it off too long now. I must die on the streets of a great ity aud bo all mussed up by an autopsy. I put on a clean shirt so that 1 would not shock the authorities too much, and then I composed myself and waited for death. I waited quite awhile aud thought 1 was going. Then the smell of soft-shell crabs eamo to my surprised and astonished senses. It was awful. 1 rose up and tore out a few handsful or handfuls of hair, for I could afford it at the time. Suddenly came tho temptation to lead an unmoral life. I did not know whether to do that or write a poem. I saw on every hand how vice throve, while agricultural virtue stood around and chewed imaginary victuals. Oh. it was an awful hour? In tho midst of it all I said at last: "No, I will uot lead a life of slianio till I have tried literature anyhow. I will composo a poem, for according to what I have heard I am just about hun gry enough to do good literary work." So I seated myself by tho wailing light and ou a sheet of brown wrapping paper, with a piece of keel, I wrote the words of "Boautiful Snow." I can show you the spot vet. It la between the old Castle Ganfen's north west corner and pier 1 of tho North River. I also have what Is left of the piece of keel and my unsoilcd character. Oh. how little I caiv for tho honor of writing "Beautiful Snow" when I think that it saved me. for I took it to nji editor and was going to read it to him. He was irritated, because it was Saturday aud the business ollico had expressed a wish to usurp tho editorial page for advertising purposes, and ho was so hot that he told me to go whero it had been tho whole aim of my lifo thus far to avoid ami escape, and ho said also that if I would not read the poem and would go far. far away and never come back any more he "would give roe a dollar, I closed with him and with this generous start I rapidly rose to where 1 now am. able to keep a team aud dawdle through tho day at the seaside. This iu brief is tho history of "Beautiful Snow." The idea of in corporating Into it a young woman who had led a life of, shame was pure ly imagination on my part and not in any sense a crsotial experience. Tho poem was lost that evening accident ally by me when I got something to eat. at the Live and Let Live chop house in tho Bowery. I never saw it again till it was printed in the news papers aud copied broadcast over tlu world. I cared little for the poem and hated to connect my name with it, fearing that my folks might get hold of it and surmise from it that as soon as I got in to town Iliad fallen when such was not the case at that time. It is a beautiful uoein and has a tinge of sadness In It tl'at pleases .a great many. It was seized upon greedily by tho press and recited in England by Prince Albert nt a bean-bag conver sazione jsist beforo his death. Many, I know, will at onco say; If i you wrote "Beautiful Snow" why do I vou not write something equally good? My answer is that lean do it any time when tho conditions aro right, and ! tome day, gentle reader, I shall prove ! it to you if I got hungry enough, i In closing, let me say that my homo I Is at Tompkinsville, Staten Island, N. , Y., and though I am away most of the year I shall always be glad to see those , who were tho solo authors of this beautiful poem, and If those who wrote "Beautiful Snow" will come ono at a time to my villa they will Had the most cordial welcome and tho most pro nounced case of exposed latchstring they ever saw. lours truly. But Jtye, in N. Y. World. TOLSTOI AND THE BEAR. Flow the 01fibratd XovtlUt's rreie& of Mind Saveil III Lifo. An incident is related about tho cele brated writer, Count Tolstoi, which nearly cost him his lifo. He went out on a bear hunt with some of his friends, and, after selecting a spot whiclr com manded a good view of the surround ing grounds, some of the more ex perienced hunters suggested that the snow had better be' trampled down so that it vould bo easier for them to move about and get out of bruin's way and have time enough to take a shot at him if he should como upon them un expectedly. The count, however, although up to his waist in the snow, objected to this and said that it was entirely un necessary, since the whole thing con sisted of shooting the bear aud not wrestling with him. They did not have to wait long, for the bear, which had just risen from itf lair, was walking along to get out of tho way of tho hunters when it sud denly stepped out into tho open space directly in front of Tolstoi. He coolly took aim and fired, but the ball, for 6omo reason or other wentj wide of its mark. Taking aim again he lired, this time hitting tho bear in tho head, and the bullet lodged in the lower jaw and of course only made a very irritating wound, which made the bear so savage that, taking a few jumps, he was upon Tolstoi before ho was ablo to realize it. Just as the bear came close enough to him he dropped down, aud of course the bear went right over his body. Tolstoi's whole body sunk into tho deep snow, and, the only part that remained exposed 'was his head, which the bear tackled as soon as he had recovered from his sur prise in seeing Tolstoi disappear eo suddenly. Tolstoi did his best to push his head down as low as possible, and elevated his fur cap for tho bear to bite. Twice the savage animal snapped at it, and then, discovering his mistake, made a bite deeper down, this time taking a piece of flesh from the couut's right cheek. Just at this moment his comrades re turned, and by their loud yells suc ceeded in driviug away the bear, who very slowly turned his back upon tho hunters and walked into the woods, master of tho situation. A Critical Genius. Among Rice's old acquaintances was a leader of the orchestra, one John C . Quite a musical genius was C . and a great character. Ho was a perfect know-all; no subject, either artistic, musical, or scientific, could bo broached in his presence ou which he did not at once present himself as authority. If a fast horse was men tioned O had a father or an uncle who owned one that could distance the animal in question with case. Should any ose venture to give an accouut ol a remarkable storm where the hail stones were as largo as liens' eggs, the old loader was down on him with goose eggs at once. On a certain Sunday afternoon John Rice and a party ol his friends were sitting on the back porch of his house, listening to somool tho marvelous experiences of C . when the host, getting a little tired ol these wonders, exclaimed: "C . you seem to bo au authority on most matters; now I waut your .solution ol a curious fact that is staring us iu tho face. Look at that apple tree over the fence" pointing to one iu tho orchard at the back of the house. "You see it has no apples on it and all the rest of tho trees are full of fruit; now how do you account for that?" C ran his eye over tho orchard with a profound look, and rising slowly from his seat mounted tho fence, let himself down upon the other side with as scientific an air as the performance would admit of, and going down upon his knees began to examine tho roots of tho barren tree. Tho company during all this time were watching the proceeding with becom ing gravity. C . having cut off a piece of tho bark from the tree, wiped his eye-glasses and examined tho speci men with great care. At last he smiled with a placid kind of triumph and ex claimed, "Ah! I thought so." Again climbing the fence, ho returned to the group who had been watching him and said: "Now observe. You 6ee that gray color on the edge of tho bark?" They did. "Well, that is called fungi mortem, and whenever thatdeadly sign appears at the root of an apple tree it never bears fruit." "I don't think you aro quite right about it," said Rice; "for that tree was full of apples yesterday, but tho owner came this morning and gathered them." Tliere was a shout of laughter aud C was diiinfounded. "it was a dreadful blow, and it had the effect ol curtailing the scientific discourses ol C for some time Joseph Jefferson, in the Century. 11 lit Occupation. At one of the depots in St. Louis there used to bo a one-legged man, about 40 years old, who asked people for alms by saying: "Please help a poor man who has lost his right leg and can no longer follow his occupation." I encountered him three times a week for a year and more, and gener ally had something to give him. but one day it occurred to me to question him. and I asked: Lose your leg by accident?" "Yes, sir." "What sort?" "Fellow shot me In tho knee." "So? And vou lost your occupa tion." "Ye.. sir." "What did you use to follow?" J used to kick dead-beat niggers for an eating house on the levee!" N. Y. A counterfeit dime heavily plated with pure silver on a body of German silver has appeared in Goshen, Ind. It U dated 18b3. MIXED UP THE BABIES. Two Mother Are Unable to DUtlfigaUk Which U Which. "That's my baby!" "It's not. it's mine!" "No. it isn't; this is. yours!" Aud so the conversation ran for several minutes. Mrs. Patrick Collins and Mrs. John Houston, who both live at 135 Uelancey Btreet, found their babies missingwhea they returned from market yesterday morning, and, after a search tilled with thrilling incidents.fouud the two babies in the bed of a young man who drives au ice cart aud who rents a $1.50-a-week room from Mrs. Collins. Both babies were perfectly nude and both women claimed the same child. Both wero born on tho 28th of May last, both wero bovs, both had brown eves, and each weighed eleven and a half pounds. Each mother was jealous of tho other, ami both claimed that her child was the best looking. Tho little incident caused no end of talk in tho house, and both Mrs. Col lins and Mrs. Houston received con gratulations and teasing galore, which they took in perfect good nature until tho last bit of pleasantry, which proved too much for them. Yesterday morning Mrs. Collins and Mrs. Houston left tho cherubs sleeping and started out to do tho day's market ing. They both asked Mrs. Coininitz sky, who lives ou tho second floor, to ha've an eye out for tho children. Mrs. Commitzsky afterward found that she herself had to go out, so, after taking a look at tho sleeping beauties-, she decided that they would bo all right until their mothers returned and went about her business. It was only half an hour from the time Mrs. Commitzsky went away until thy mothers returned and found their babies missing. When the sweet littlo darlings were found placidlv sleeping, every woman on the block was brought iu to give her opinion as to which was which. No one, however, could tell one ba'.iy from tho other, and things looked as though the whole business was go ing to result in a very interesting fight. Matters wero finally quieted down a bit and Mrs. Collins and Mrs. Houston both took a child, though tho latter was sure she had not got tho right one. During tho argument both babies be gau to cry. "You've got my baby, I cau tell by the w ay he cries!" shouted Mrs. Hous ton: Get out; you're crazy." "I'll have that child if I have to steal it." replied Mrs. Houston, and then Mr. llickey, who owus a milk route, came to tho assistance of the women. "Let both tho mothers go outside." he said, "and I'll cover tho kids up with a sheet, all but their feet. Then let the mothers come in, toss up a pen ny for first choice, aud whichever gets which, why. let them have no more talk about'it." After some talk that was accepted as sat isf acton. Mrs. Houston won tho toss and chose her baby. Mrs. Collins, took tho other, and both shouted with gleo because each had got tho one she wanted. As it is both women aro satisfied, though the general impression about tho house is that each has the wrong baby. Just who "mixed the babies up" couM not bo learned, but it is thought to have been llickey. X. Y. Journal. Two Conspicuous Women. Seeing tho announcement in all the American newspapers of the engage ment of Mrs. J. C. Aver, of sarsapar llla fame, to Princo Dolgorouki, cousin of the morganatic widow of the lato czar df Russia, takes me back to four years ago. when I met Mrs. Aver at tho famous jprings of Vichv, tho fashion able health resort of France, says a writer in the St. Louis Globe-Democrat. She was accompanied bv Mrs. John Bigelow, wife. of John Bigelow, who was for so many years American, min ister to France. The two ladies were conspicuous figures in the crowd of fashionable visitors from every land which thronged that famous health report. Mrs. Bigelow was that sum mer the guest of Mrs. Ayer, and w as as much noticed for her eccentricities in dress n Mrs. Ayer was for her splendid toilets. The latter, who has a pleasing but scarcely a handsome countenauco, is a woman probably about fifty years of ago, but yet so wedded to tho gay world that'sho devotes much of her time to personal adornment. Her wardrobe included, nt that da, a great variety of wigs of every shade, so that one day she appeared as a blonde, tho next as a brunette and later as a Titian beauty, with rich auburn hair, which seemed to bo her favorite color. Her favorite necklace was a suing of line pearls almost as large as wren's Hggs, clasped with a diamond aiguil letto of great value. Money was no object to tho fair widow, "Mrs. Bigelow. who was a wel come visitor at fho houses of tho 'old est nobility in .Franco and England, was, ou tho contrary, a vcntaoie dowdy, notable for the entiro absence of taste iu her at fire. On onw occasion she wore to the little English church in Vichy a gorgeous-hued berege, cutsur plicc" with a piece of libbed cotton tape tied around her uovk. while her hose were of pale pink, and her shoe of light yellow haihor. Deepest Mine in tho World. The deepest mine iu the world is at Pt. Andre du Poirer, Franco, and year ly produces 800.000 tons of coal. The mine is worked with two shafts, one 2.952 feet deep aud the other 8,08"1; the latter shaft Is now being deepened, and will soon touch the 4,000-foot level. A remarkable feature Is tlve comparatively low temperature expe rienced, which seldom rises above 75 degrees Fahrenheit. Artificial Light and Insanity. Among tho causes of increased In lanity in' tho couutry is too much arti ficial light, too long continued. Arti ficial Ifght pouring in through the windows of the brain awakens the (III ...! II- .1... I- - I f. j millions oi sleeping uyns in me naoiia Hon, when d.uuess is uecdfrl for rest ' and repair.