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-i "--siV v-s3v$" S" i-:.vf;Civ-v 'S -" v Jpe TOctriia Jpaxlij gftgflfc: Jforaffag ptammg, Sxxix 7. 1891, H igggfeateWiaiiyq An Advertising Speculation. Among the many incidents character istic of human nature is one which re cently came under the observation of a young man connected -with a prominent publishing house, one of the oldest in the country, and which has for three generations been conducted by the de scendants of the original founder. With 6ther publications there was issued a neat little treatise on household econo my, showing how, on a small income, it was passible to live comfortably. The author was a woman, and gave her book 4the title, "How She Did It." The book had a fairly good sale, but presently ihere appeared to be a sudden and unac-Jcountable- -demand for the volume, and 'every fortnight the house was puzzled fy orders for more. It ran through a fourth odition before the young superin tendent learned the cause. The orders had invariably come from the same source, and it was then discovered that he persistent buyer advertised the book extensively in sporting and other ."jour nals. His method was simplicity itself, the title given, he would insert, "Mailed jSaecore for fifty cents, scaled." Truth. 3 v" About Printers' In!c Uei-This is the day of printers' ink, and v"lthe prizes are for those who use it. JYour traditions and prejudices may be jto the contrary, but the world doesn't ':are a fig for them. The man who sits ' .nd waits for his trade in these days fete left. Don't advertise, don't quote , lour price lists, don't see that your city at your business is represented in your Patronizing territory, and don't stand lp manfully alongside of those who are ghting for your lights and interests, ad there can be but one result shrivel g up. Good salesmen, first class ar mies, gilt edged credit are not enough. 'iey nro excellent, necessary but not (ough. Printers' ink beats them in the ltg run. Uncle Sam's mails go every dV, carrying their freight of special oirs, new crops, long credits, cash dis coats, job lots and lovers' tales from evjywhere. And in the end your trade 18-Sluced. It's the world-old story of theoneyed tongue and the open ear. In-fofiefcV competition of these days oldVbits and associations simply can not and the pressure. The trade is for theaan who uses printers' ink. Gro eerWorld. Jevelopmcnt in Advertising. lno department of the modem news- paphas there been greater and more mand improvements shown than in the fld of advertising. There is a greater dispy of taste and literary style in the conDsition, and an evident effort is ,mad to appeal to the intelligence and refinnent'6f the reader. This is seen not nly in tho advertisements of tho larg) mercantile establishments, where traiid skill is employed, but as well in the jree lino advertisement which is wricn by the advertiser himself, and whit, in terseness and directness of 6t3'li can lay claim to great literary met. The development of advertising ma; "et lead to tho establishment of spetal courses of training in business colfcres. Already nearly $2o,000,000 are spdit annually in the United States in nexsjaper advertising, every dollar of wJncl, if used judiciously, has returned , 3 larg interest to tho investor. Phila- Jelphii Press. You Must Havo the Stuff. Advertising alone no matter how ex cellent cannot build up a big trade or nake a house great; yet vital impor 4'lnce hinges upon advertising, for very Jw concerns have ever reached colossal proportions without liberal and intelli gent advertising. I have in my mind fjur words that mean much: Variety, Style, Quality, Price! Tho store that has these, and in its .ilvertisenients tells its story in a plain, fiir, square way that's attractive and readable, is bound to prosper. Henry Curtin in Clothing Gazette. Don't Bo Afraid. Too little advertising is like sowing too little seed. A farmer in planting corn puts a number of grains into each hill, and is satisfied if one good hailthy stalk ;omes from each planting. It's the con stant advertiser that is bound to attract attention. It's tho succession of bright, satchy advertisements that refuse to be ignored. That the proper time must be allowed for the fruit to grow, ripen and 6e gathered is as true as that wheat can- lot be reaped the day after it is sown. Prir inter's Ink. 3Iix Your Ink -with Sense Of course there's money in printers' Int. but the man who malms thA mnsfr. intelligent use of it gets the most money (put of it. It does not pay to advertise eoniething you have not got. or anything ou cannot do, and do well. The man vho advertises a fraud must have a R'good" fraud, and ho who advertises Ujargain3 in goods must be prepared to ratisfy his customers. Any advertiser fc honld undertake to present some sort fa claim for patronage. Not a Charity. In any just view of a quarter of a c enttrry of journalistic work the most p roaainent feature, and one giving great B. itkfaction to respectable publishers, is t aat printing a newspaper has become r ecognized fio a business and not a char i 7. Owen Scott The Production of Cut Mica. According to a census bulletin recently ifesued the production of cut mica in the nited States during 1SS3 was rather mea lier. It amounted to 49,500 pounds, valued t $50,000. The greatest output during the ast decade was in 1SS4, when 147,410 pounds vera disposed of for $3SS,o25. Mica is now mined only in the states of XewHamp- fehips North Carolina, Virginia and South jps? nM MHMHHH A ffbiioii lite 1D0 HEAR (Dakota. I A CRONE'S TALE, A. D. 1545. She came frera a fend across the sea, , With the sad faced priest with the hair or gold. She told not her name- nor her mother's kin, i But ever they talked of tho days of old; Of heathen maa'sways, of popes and of kings. Of tho sunlight yellow and cornflowers red, Of men forgotten, of by past things. Of the sorrow of living, the rest of the dead. A palmer brought him a letter one day In the words they write far over the sea. He kissed her lips so lily pale And sped him away to that far countree. Then ever she watched at the door by day. And oft she stray'd in the cold moonlight; Wan. wan she grew when the autumn came. And she died on All Souls' night. We sent to the chantry for Ralph the priest The broad chested man with the rosy brow She smiled when he came a faint, cold smile. "A priestl I shall never need one now." So strangely she spake, and when ho said The words that some time we all must hear, Sho folded her thin hands over her breast "What need we for torches, the daylight's near." "The saved pass not thus," said the chantry priest. As las went hia way, tho prayers half said; But wo could not deem that her soul was lost. So we lighted the ghost candles round her bed. Edward Peacock in Academy. A NAUTICAL EXPLOIT. On the morning of March 18, 1S62, the Liverpool ship Emily St. Pierre (William Wilson, captain) arrived within about twelve miles of Charleston and signaled for a pilot. She had made a long and te dious voyage of four months from Cal cutta, bound for St. John, N. B., calling at Charleston for orders, if Charleston was open. If the southern port was blockaded Captain Wilson's orders were to proceed direct to the British port of St. John, N. B. The ship had formerly belonged to Charleston, but since the outbreak of the civil war the had sailed under the English flag. Her nominal owners were Messrs. Fraser, Trenholm & Co., of 10 Rumford place, Liverpool, a firm doing an extensive business, who bad very close relations with the Confederate or southern states, foi whom they acted as bankers and agents in this country. The ship was hailed by a vessel which proved to be the northern cruiser James Adger, and in response Captain Wilson hauled up his courses, backed his main yard and lay to. An American naval lieutenant and a score of men came oa board and demanded his papers. The manifest showed an innocent cargo, 2,000 bales of gunny bags, and the registration of the ship as English was in due order. The captain demanded permission to pro ceed, Charlecton being blockaded, to his destination, the British port of St. John. The lieutenant refused, and referred tho matter to his superior in command; and tho two vessels proceeded into Charleston roadstead, where they arrived at 2:30 in tho afternoon. Captain Wilson was ordered on board thefiagshipof tbeblockadingsquadron, the Florida, where he was kept for two hours in solitude and suspense. At lost a flag officer, Captain Goldboro, came to him and said they had decided to seize tho Emily St. Pierre on several grounds. He asserted that she carried contrabrand goods of war namely, saltpeter; that her English regis tration was not bona fide; that many arti cles on board had been found bearing the name of Ch.irlftsr.on. that thn enmn ivniv' ' had been scraped out on her stern and sub stituted by the name Liverpool; that Cap tain Wilson had not disclosed all his pa pers, but had been observed from the James Adger to throw overboard and sink a small parcel, probably of incriminating documents. Captain Wilson prote.ced, and appealed to tho maritime law of nations. But in vain. He was informed that the law courts of Philadelphia would adjudicate tho matter, and finally Captain Wilson was invited to take passage in his vessel to Philadelphia, and to place at the disposal of the navigator his charts and instru ments. The invitation in form was in fact a command. He returned to his ves sel to find that his crew had all been re moved with the exception of two, who were not sailors, the steward and an Irish man named Matthew Montgomery, and tho cook, a German named Louis Schelvin, hailing from Frankfort-on-the-Main. These were merely passengers, and with them was an American engineer who had ob tained permission to take passage to Phila delphia, The prize crew who took charge of the vessel consisted of Lieutenant Stone, of tho United States navy, in command, a master's mate and twelve men fourteen in all, with the American passenger fif teen. The moment tnat Captain Wilson stepped again on board his own vessel he formed a resolution to recapture her and take her home. -He was bold enough to think that it might be possible to recapt ure the ship even against such odds. An unarmed man, aided by the questionable support of an Irish steward and a Ger man cook, was practically powerless against tho fifteen of the crew. On tho other hand, Captain Wilson was a brawny, big framed Scotchman (a native of Dumfriesshire), a thorough seaman, de termined in resolve, cool and prompt in action. He called the steward and the cook to him in his stateroom and disclosed tho wild project he had formed. Both manfully promised to stand by their chief. This was at 4:30 on tho morning of .March 21, tho third day out from Charleston. Captain Wilson had already formed his plan of op erations, and had prepared to a certain ex tent for carryiug it out. With tho promise of the cook and the steward secured, he lost no time, gave them no chance for1 their courage to evaporate, but proceeded at once in the darkness and silence of the night to carry out his desperate undertak ing. He was prepared to lose his life or to have his ship, that was the simple alterna tive. It was Lieutenant Stone's watch on deck, and the prize master's mate was asleep in his berth. The English captain went into the berth, handed out the mate's sword and revolvers, clapped a gag made of a piece of wood and some marline between his teeth, seized hi3 hands, which Mont gomery, the steward, quickly ironed, and so left him secure. The lieutenant still paced the deck, undisturbed by a sound. Then across to another stateroom, where the American engineer lay asleep. He was also gagged and ironed silently and with out disturbance. His revolvers and those already secured were given to the steward and the cook, who remained below in the cabin. Captain WiUon went on deck. Ijeutenant Stone was pacing the deck, and the watch consisted of one man at the helm, one at the lookout on the forecastle and three others who were about the ship. For tea minutes Captain Wibon walked up and down, remarking on the fair wind and making b ieve that he had but just turned out. e ship was off Cape Hatr tents, m'dway of their journey between Charleston and Philadelphia, the most easterly projection of the land on that coast. It is difficult navigation there abouts, with cross currents and a tendency to fogs, affording the two captains a subject for talk. "Let her go free a bit. Captain Stone; yon are too close to the cape, I tell yon. and I know." "We have plenty of offing," replied the lieutenant. And then to the helmsman: "How's her head?" "Northeast and by east, sir," came the replv. "Keep her so. I tellyou it is right," said tne neutenanc "Well, of course Tm not responsible now, but I'm an older sailor than you, Captain Stone, and I tell you if you want to cleai Cape Hatteras another two points east will do no harm. Do but look at my chart; 1 left it open on the cabin table. And the coffee will be ready now' And Captain Wilson led the way from the poop to the cabin, followed by the commander. There was a passage about five yards long leading from the deck to the cabin, 2 door at either end. The captain stopped at the first door, closing it, and picking from behind it an iron belaying pin which h had placed there. The younger man wem forward to the cabin, where the chart lay open on the table. "Stonel" He turned at the sudden, peremptory ex clamation of his name. His arm upraised, the heavy iron bolt in his hand, in low, but hard, eager, quick words, "My ship shall never go to Philadelphia!" said the cap tain. He did not strike. It was unneces sary. Montgomery had thrust the gag into the young lieutenant's mouth; he was bound hand and foot, bundled into a berth, and the door locked. Three out of the fif teen were thus disposed of. There was still the watch on deck and the watch be low. The construction of the Emily St. Pierrv. was of a kind not unusual, but still not very common. The quarters of the crew were not in the forecastle, but in a round house amidships. The name does not de scribe its shape. It was an oblong house on deck, with windows and one door. From the poop or upper deck at the stern ovei the cabins and staterooms, and the passage before mentioned, there was a companion stair on the port side leading to the deck at the waist, while a similar companionway at the stern led down to the level of ths deck, which could also be approached di rect from the cabins through the passage. In this space behind the poop was tho wheels, slightly raised for the steersman to see clear of the poop, and there was a hatchway leading to the lazarette hold, a small supplementary hold usually devoted to stores, extra gear, coils of spare rope, and so on. Nothing that might be done on this part of the deck could be seen, there fore, from the waist of the ship, nor vice versa, except by the steersman, who was elevated by a step or two above the level. Coming on this part of tho deck from the cabin Captain Wilson called to the three men who were about, and, pointing to a heavy coil of rope in the lazarette, ordered them to get it up at once Lieutenant Stone's orders. They jumped down with out demur, suspecting nothing, as soon as the captain shoved the hatch aside. They were no sooner in than he quickly replaced and fastened the hatch. The three were securely trapped in full view of the helms man, whoso sailor's instinct kept him in bis place at the wheel. "If you utter a word or make a move," said the captain, showing a revolver, "I'll blow your brains out," and then he called aft the lookout man, the last of the watch on deck. The man came aft. Would he help to navigate the ship to England? No, he would not. He was an American. Then would he call the watch? He would do that. And eagerly he did it, but tho next moment he was laid low on the deck and bundled unceremoniously into the lazarette with his three companions, the hatchway replaced and secured, Captain Wilson standing on guard at it. Meanwhile the watch below had been called and was astir. When sailors tumble out they generally do so gradually and by twos and threes. The first two that came aft were quickly overpowered, one at a time, and bound. The third man drew his knife and rushed at the steward, who fired, wounding him severely in the shoulder. It was the only shot that was fired. Finding that cook and steward and captain were all armed, the rest of the watch below quietly surrendered and submitted to be locked in the round house, prisoners of the bold and resolute man who, in the course of an hour, had thus regained possession of his ship against overwhelming odds. The first thing was to wash and bandage the wounded shoulder of the man who was shot, the next to put all the prisoners in the round house under lock and key. Four of them out of twelve volunteered to assist in working the ship rather than submit to the tedium of imprisonment. The irony of fatel Not one of them could steer ex cept one, and he imperfectly. And the courses are set, and topsails, lower and upper, are drawing, and the topgallant sails too. Pray heaven this wind may last and no strongerl Tho lieutenant was admitted to the cap tain's table under guard and on parole. The meal over, ho was ushered into his stateroom and locked in. Once a day only for the captain is captain and crew com binedbread and beef and water were passed to tho prisoners in the round house; no more attention than absolutely neces sary could be spared to them. For thirty days they sailed with westerly gales behind them. They made the chan nel in safety, and the code signal was hoisted as they passed up tho channel. On the morning of April 21, exactly one month since her course was altered off Cape Hat teras, the Emily St. Pierre threaded the devious channels which lead into the broad estuary of the Mersey, the anchor fell with a plunge and an eager rattle of the leaping cable chain, and tho ship rode stately on the rushing tide. Much was made of Captain Wilson dur ing the next few days. AH England rang with applause of his brave exploit. Meet ings were convened, presentations were made, speeches were delivered to an extent that might have turned the head of a less simple and true hearted man. Large sums of money were subscribed, of which plucky Matthew Montgomery and honest Louis Shelvin, the cook, got their share. But probably tho happiest and proudest mo ment of his life was when the captain stood on deck on the day of the arrival, his wife by his side, beside her tho owner of the ship, Charles EL Priobeau, of Frazer, Tren holm & Co., while he narrated in simple words the story of his exploit. His big beard was torn and ragged, his eyes blood shot with weariness and lack of sleep, his face haggard, weatherbeaten and drawn; but he was a man of whom all England was proud a man to Inspire her her with the faith that the race of heroes does not die. Chambers' Journal. Only Ten Years. He Do the Do Courtney's know many people in New York? She Oh, dear, no. Why, they have lived here onlv ten years. Life. No Time to Lose. Featherstone I was visiting Travers the other night, and when tho doorbell rang I made a bet with him that it wa a boy from his tailor. You know how i often he has his trousers creased. What do you think it was the tailor himself. Ringway H3, ha! Still, I should say yon lost. Featherstone Not at alL. Travers didn't stop to collect the money. Cloth ier and Furnisher. "Friendship canes" are the newest fad in society circles. When a young lady takes a walk with a male friend she ties a ribbon ronnd her walking stick, on which Is in scribed her companion's name and the date of the walk. A ribbon is added for each J new admirer. Where to Find It. Inquiring Youth Pa, what word in our language has been most recently coined? Pa I can't tell yoa, mx son, but if you'll just listen when your mother and j I get into an argument you'll hear it. She always has the last word.- """ 1 ' PLENTY OF TIME. ' Plenty of time plenty of timet Oh, what a foolish and treacherous chime! With so much to see, and so much to be taught, And tho battle with evil each day to bo fought; With wonders above us, beneath and around. Which sages are seeking to mark and expound; With work to be done in our fast passing prime, Can ever there be for us "plenty of time?" Our schoolingat most lasts a few score of years. Spent in sunshine and shadow, in smiles or in tears. While none are quite equal, howe'er they be classed. And judgments too often are faultily passed. Twixt eternity past and its future to stand Like a child sea surrounded on one speck of land. There to work out the duties that make lifa sublime. Oh. surely there cannot be "plenty of timej" Camilla Crosland in Chambers' Journal. HOWMEG LOST THE BABY One morning Mrs. Sackett pnt Julia carefully into her carriage. She tucked her up with rugs, afghans and shawls. Meg often wondered how the baby could breathe; but Julia.was fat and hearty, and Meg knew that she grew heavier. So it must have agreed with her. "Keep where it's pleasant and sunny, and take good care of her," said Mrs. Sackett. She said this every day. Meg took as much care of Julia as any well meaning but careless girl of fourteen does of a baby. At the crossing she thumped the carriage down into one gutter and banged it up out of the other. The baby was used to this, and only opened her eyes wide and gasped on arriving at the opposite side. Meg was just turning the corner when she heard her mother's voice. "M-e-g!" "Yes'm!" "Stop at Hurd's and send home three pounds of brown sugar and a half pound of tea!" "Yes'm!" Meg thrust her elbows through the han dle of the baby carriage, and crocheted as she walked. Crocheting tidies was Meg's favorite pastime. Sho always had a tidy under way. Hurd's was a corner grocery store, with a doortpening on each of the two streets. Meg wheeled the carriage close to the show window and fastened the wheel with a stone so that it couldn't roll off. Julia sat still, gazed with attention at the resplendent advertisements of Jenk's soap and Tompkins' ginger, although she must have known these placards by heart. Babies have to endure so much which they do not understand that it is not surprising that they become philosophers. Hurd's was crowded, as it always was in the morning, but Meg did not object to waiting. She chatted with Katie Allen and Lou French, and even drew out her tidy and did two rows before the salesman had time to attend to her. Then she ordered sugar and tea with as grand nu air as that worn by Mrs. Ponson by, who "resided" in a four story brown stone house on a stylish avenue, while Meg lived in a "third flat." "Wait for me!" said Katie Allen. "I've got to go to the butcher's." "All right," answered Meg. She waited, and when Katie started she walked with her, talking briskly, down the street almost a block before she suddenly cried, "OhI I forgot the baby:" "What baby?" asked Katie. "Why, I had our baby with me, and I've gone and left the carriage outside the store!" "There wasn't any babyat the door when we came out," replied Katie. "Sure enough," said Meg, "there wasn't!" She gazed in bewilderment at Kate's round eyes, and then cried: "Oh, I know! 1 came in at the other door that's it. She's round on Harrison street." The girls ran laughingly back.and turned the corner. There was no baby nor car riage there. They stared at each other, and Katie would have laughed, but that Meg looked so solemn. "Perhaps you didn't bring her." "Yes, I did! I left here just here. I know I did!" "Could the carriage have rolled down the street?" Meg looked up and down the street in vain. No carriage was in sight. "Perhaps a policeman thought she was lost and took her to the station house," suggested Kate. Meg bpgan to cry. Kate's words seemed cruel. "Run home quick and tell your mother about it!" Meg took Katie's advice. She ran fast, for she was frightened. Mrs. Sackett heard her story, and gave her a severe scolding for carelessness. "Some boy took it to scare you. It must be about the neighborhood. Go and look!" sho ordered. She was a hard working woman, and treated things in a matter of fact way. But when Meg came back to report that no one had seen baby or carriage any where, Mrs. Sackett became alarmed. She forgot to scold this time. She put on her bonnet and searched the street thorough ly. She inquired at all the stores, and even went to the police station. Coming back from her fruitless expedi tion sho dropped wearily into a chair by the door. Meg could not bear to see her mother's white face. She picked up her hat and crept down stairs. An organ man was playing a lively tune, and Lou French's little sisters were danc ing to the music. They came up to ask Meg "if the baby was found," and Meg, without looking at them, choked and rushed down the street. She walked on in a breathless state for several blocks, and happened to pause for breath just where there sat, on a doorstep, a boy about twelve years old, with a woebegone and tear stain ed face. Meg looked at him and asked abruptly, "What's the matter? Have you last a baby?" "Lost a baby!" shouted the boy indig nantly. "Yon clear out of this!" He seemed to look as if he thought she was making sport of bim. Meg was glad to "clear." She had only spoken out of the abundance of her thoughts. She walked along, surveying absently the windows she passed. She wondered if all the babies who lived in those houses were safe, or if their parents were hunting for any of them in grocery stores and police stations. At the next corner she stopped again. Three women stood there talking. Said one of them, a small woman: "I told her, says I, 'Mrs. Smith, you'd better report it at the station house. It belongs to somebody that's looking for it, of course!' says L" "She wouldn't take the trouble. She's too elegant!' remarked a stout woman, sarcastically. "That's so," replied the first speaker "She said: 'Let them that lost it look for It. Jim die brought is home, acd he'll , have to amuse it till the mother comes, Bays she. It ?erves Jimmie right, though, the stoat woman added, decidedly. "A pretty trick to wheel boms the wrong baby!" Meg feit faint. She leaned against the railing. Whose baby were tbey talking about? "Where was his own? asked the third i woman, who didn't seem to understand the circumstances. "Why, you know he left it beside a store while he played marbles, and his mother came along and took it home to frighten him!" - "You may depend she was mad, though, when he brought home a strange baby!" "Ha! hal ha!" Could two babies be lost in one day? Meg stood in doubt a few minutes, while the two women discussed the story. She remembered the little boy whom she had seen up the street and stepped boldly up to the talkers. "Will you please tell me who's found a baby?" she asked. The eyes and tonguea of all three were directed at her at once. "Why!" "Well-have you lost one?" "Mercy en us! do you know whose it is?" Meg colored, but stood her ground. "Somebody wheeled, our baby away while I went into a store on an errand," she explained. "We've been looking for her all the morning." The three women were delighted. They all insisted on escorting Meg down the street end into the right house. The mournful little boy sat on the front steps, his attitude showing his thorough disgust with life. "You'd better go up and take care of your twins, Jimmie!" laughed the sarcastic woman. Jimmie looked at her, his countenance expressing unutterable things. "Come, Jimmie, come," cried the sharp little woman; "take us upstairs; we want to see your mother!" "This young lady has lost her baby, Jimmie," said the tall woman kindly. "Perhaps it'sthe one you've found." Jimmie's face brightened. He stole a glance at Meg, remembering she had spoken to him. He turned into the house and led the way upstairs. "Here's somebody come for that baby!" he announced gruffly. He threw open the door and immedi ately got behind it. whence he could easily observe proceedings or escape if he should find it prudent. "I thought somebody wonld come,' ex claimed a drawfing voice. "I knew the child would be called for. She evidently belonged to nice pple!" The speaker rocked herself in a low chair. Her hair was in papers, and she wore a pink wrapper. In her lap lay an embroid ered tidy, at which she took languid stftches. It may be recorded here that Meg gave up tidies frbmthat day. She did. not sjop tp'examine the lady, however, but snatched up one of the two babies who or6?wled ahSut the floor, and kissed and hugged Julia more lovingly than she had ever done before. Jimmie, behind the door, was startled. He wondered if be should feel the same af fection for Lauretta if she were lost for three .houre. TholbbreeJ-wompn all talked together. The lady In the rooming chair listened com placently, convinced tat she had done all that cotdd bAepoctfiJ. when sho aUowed the strange baby to creep on her carpet til called for. "I told Jimmie," she laughed, "he'd have two babies to take care of instead of one." Jimmie had disappeared into the halt "I think I'll take tho babjr. home to mamma; she's fretting about her," said Meg, holding the baby tight. "We're very much obliged to you, ma'am, for keeping her here." Mrs. Smith bowed politely. She indicated with her forefinger where Meg would find the baby's clothes and wraps. Meg dressed her and carried her carefully down stairs, followed by a cheerful "Good morning!" from Mrs. Smith. With a light heart she tucked Julia once more into hei carriage. Jimmie stood watching her from the door. "Sayl" he called. "Are you really glad to get that kid back?" Meg laughed out of her gladness. "Why, of course!" "Did you feel awful bad when you found she was gone?" "Of course," said Meg again. "What made you do such a stupid thing as to wheel home tho wrong baby?" "Oh," he said, grinning, "I didn't bring her horael" Ho lowered hi3 voice. "I was playing with Bob Price, and I sent anothet fellow, and he didn't know her, you see'" "Good gracious!" exclaimed Meg, look ing at Jimmie with horror. But Jimmie was bursting with his wrongs. "Perhaps you think you had the hardest time of it, but if you had to amuse an ex tra baby three hours, you'd know finding a baby was worse than losing one!" Meg was so impressed with his air ol conviction that she said not a word. Eva Lovetfc Carson in Montreal Star. The Umbrella Proved Expensive. Romieu, the famous Parisian wit, was one day caught in a shower and forced to seek refuge in a doorway of the opera house. It was 6 o'clock already, and he had an engagement in the Cafe de Paris for that very hour. The rain fell in tor rents. There was no carriage to be had. He had no umbrella. What was to be done? While he was lamenting his bad luck a gentleman with a large umbrella passed by. Romieu was seized with a sud den inspiration. He rushed out and grasped the stranger by the arm, and gravely installed himself under the pro tecting umbrella. "I am overjoyed to see you," he imme diately began. "I have been looking for you for two weeks. I wanted to tell you about Clementine." Without giving the stranger time to ex press his surprise, Romieu rattled away with gossip and anecdote until he had led the unknown companion to the door of the Cafe de Paris. Then he glanced at him with a face of well feigned astonishment. "Pardon, monsieur," he cried; "it seems I am mistaken." "I believo so," said the stranger. "Good gracious!" added Romieu. "Be discreet; don't repeat 4what I have told you." "I promise you." "A thousand pardons!" Romieu hastened within the cafe, and, amid great laughter, told the adventure to his friends. Suddenly one of them said: "Your cravat is rumpled." Romieu pnt his hand to his neck and turned pale. His pin a valuable pap phire wa3 gone. On further examination his purse and watch were found to be gone. The man with the umbrella was a pick pocket. London Tit-Bits. Scientific "Who is the coming man, Bromley'" "The pre-hlstoric man, I guess. The ge ologists have been looking for bim at 'east a century." Kate Field's Washington. A Good Way. "1 shall have to get rid of these flannel shirts. They are too smalL" Griggs Why don't you wnd them to the wash? Clothier and Furnisher. Botany la the City. Tommy Pa, what are those men put ting into the ground? Father An electric light plant, toy son. Tommy "What species does that plant belong to, pa? Father Considering the number of funerals caused by ovorbead wires, it I ought to belong to the bary family. Detroit Free Press. Mar lstrtlng:. "Come, my dear, aid mamma en couragingly, 'a little girl four year cW ought to he abls to say, rNow I lay tne through all alono by herself. Can't yoe doi;r "Ko, mamma, answered little Flo. "1 don't believe I can; bat I can &sy the whole of Four-snd-twefity blackbird. n ' SbcitrriJe JcaraaL TODAY. Be swift to love your own, dears. Your own who need you 90; Eay to the speeding hour, dears, "I will not let theo go Except thou give a blessing;" Force it to bide and stay. Love has no sura tomorrow, It only has today. Oh, hasten to be kind, dears. Before tho time shall come When you are left behind, dears, In an all-lonely home; Before in laic contrition Vainly you weep and pray. Love has no sure toaaorrow. It only has today. Swifter than sun and shade, dears. Move the fleet wings of pain: The chance we havo today, dears. May never come again. Joy i a fickle rover. Ho brookcth not delay. Love has no sure tomorrow, It only has today. Too late to plead or grieve, dears. Too late to kiss or sigh. When death has laid his seal, dears, On tho cold lip and eye. "Too lato our cifts to lavish Upon the burial clay. Love has no sure tomorrow. It only has today. Congregat lonalist. A STUDY IN J0UBNAIISM At first, when she came out of her house, she walked quickly, with flushed cheeks and eyes sparkling with an unaccustomed light. A slight breathlessness made her delicate chest pant a little, and her pale lips, which the distress of an aneurism kept habitually compressed, murmured strange, interrupted words. "Will this story take?" she muttered. "I have put into It so much soul, so much passion! I cried over it as I wrote, I re member, and when I came to tho place where Lea dies in her grandmother's arms, the sobs choked mythroat as if it had been a question oj a real f4ct! But" and tho girl's step became ''slower "but will it please him? Tbfty say he is so stiff, eo severe in the t way of art! There, why should it not please'hlm? The professor has read it and is delighted with it. A pro fessor as strict as Ke is! "Ohif they.wbuld take it, Jf they would put itm the newspaper! If" the checks of the youns girl named "if they would pay me well! How much? Fifty lire? That would be too much. Let us say forty, or thirty. Poor mamma! Obliged to go out with nothing over her dress waist In. this cold weather! I wouldn't even take home tho money. I would go at once to Forli's, in the Piazza deila Signoria, to buy a newmarket ready made. There nro pretty ones for twenty-five lire! Imagine mamma in it!" The young girl smiled with a knowing air. But she soon became anxious again. She had arrived. She must enter without loss of time, for at 11 o'clock tho lesson in Italian literature began at the High school of tho Majlstero, and woe to whoever was absent! The great door, wkh its handsome plates of shining metal, was open, as if it ex pected her. Over tho top was tho famous sign at which she had so many times looked with infinite longing: j EDITORIAL OFFICE : OF THE CREPTJSCOLO. : She entered, mounting the stairs slowly and looking doubtfully ahead. What should she aay when tho went in? In tho first room, the professor had told her, were the editors, all men, all young! And in a little separate parlor he, the chief editor, the handsome man with the short auburn beard, the mocking smile, that tho had looked at so manj times, furtively, through the window blinds. Sho must tako cour age, turn the door ban tile with a firm hand, and enter' enter with reserved manners, as became an honest girl, but frank and natural. Then, after all, she was not go ing into thoao rooms from a bad motive, from vanity or coquetry. She was going to sell her work, to give n proof of her lovo for her dear little old woman. Oh, for shame! She had been ca pable of hesitating so much! She could think so much of herself, of her sensitive ness of a timid child! Sho turned the door handle and entered with a firm step, saying, "Good morning." At first, near sighted as she was, and blinded by the smoke of tho cigarettes, she only perceived at the end of the room a large bible, with several men seated around it writing. They all raised their heads, and one of them, a very young man with large, weary eyes, went attentively forward to meet her. "The chief editor?" asked Annlna, with a thread of voice. The editorial htaff began to write again, dissimulating an equivocal smile, fortu nately unnoticed by the girl. "He will be hero in a moment," replied the young man. "If you will wait for him" And as Annina looked around her, fright ened, he added hurriedly, preceding her: "Come into the chief editor's room; it will not be k cold there." And he opened the door of a little parlor, richly f urninhcd, where in the fireplace waa crackling a beautiful, lively flame. The young man made a low bow, then re turned to his task of cleaning up the corre spondence, waying to hlmlf: "Where the deuce have I ten that little Lice and those pleading eyes?" Xo one permitted himself the slightest comment in regard to the morning visitor. They had Been other very unlike her. The young girl meanwhile whose breath had conitantly grown shorter looked around her with ingenuous admiration. How warm one felt in that beautiful little room, with a carpet on the floor and heavy plu&h curtains at the window! And to think that all those furnbibtapt, all tboM expensive trifles, one could earn them, by work with the pen, inventing beautiful ro mances, writing poenw, making critical articles upon fine books, foreign and Ital ian. Oh. if she could succeed In all that Then mamma The door opened softly, and Andernl, with a glans in hi left eye, emred with a free movemeat, placing on tha writing table a great packet of letters and new pepers. "In wbatcan I bof UMtOTon? Jw then asked the yosag girl, who bad ri&ea pr dpll&taly at but entrance. "I came, fthe wud, trombHcg and grow ing still paler. "I onme by the advice of my teacher of Italian literature. Chevalier Va lanL I have written a siorj that might, if you think best, find & place in your beauti ful newspaper in the appsadix, of cocr." AndentI wa. cot bad hearted, bat that m-omiag he feit 111 disposed and irritated. His node had reftu-ed him ibc two taoq tAnd lure which be eooW sot do wfehost, eonsldaricg the eTere neco&Uy of hi trip to Berlin. TTVe giri who stood btfors him wa rather j pfcds, pale a a g!Kt. and twdly .Ires.; 00 doubt belonged to the afc.ttjiia phoJaax erf wosiea who writ ronaa&ce d cer mormga,tolbrJrfinc"jrnjJL Al All her hope iaut tw eruthtd a once, wl t o wow. "I ata orry, he nwcrwl Io1y, tr- j Sag opa aerroiy the etrrela$& ot um h j te and wrapper and eewpapern. l &a f trry, ny dar yoaeg Jady.butTb Ct j peseoio 0 pijt-oeboW f f Ti j wldch prbip it will ar-r jatbfiftk. Ywi , xoua me. rhat b rt tboaU How i it j caiStftdF J The rocs- girl felt bt tkrot co crcedjuibrahisdo iron, asd bumftd i a hundred times over" the hour asd tho ment in which the idea had come to has. presenting herself to that disceurlewas 1 man; yet, since now there is ho turning back. "It is s raaral story," she stammered; " ftory where itis shown" "That virtue is its own reward!' asked. the journalist, laugMag, while h began te ,fcako notes ia regard to tho jeitr3 which, he was arranging in an elegant letter file. "The theme could not bo more amusing. And the title, please?" " The Last Love,' " aaraaured tho nn happy girl, ia a spent voice. "Belters, signor, that I have written it with soul with f celins. There are none of the usual descriptions of things not honest, ftsarctoo much the fashion nowadays; but you will see that in my story there is truth from the first to the last page, and" "I am perfectly convinced of what yon tell me, dear young lady," said Anders), absent mindedly, without noticing tho vis ible physical sufferings that changed ker pure little face. "But, you see, yours Ia just the sort of story that does xot suit m newspaper." "Then you take away every hops from mer" said the girl, swaying, placing in stinctively her hand upea her heart. "For pity's sake, don't talk In that sen timental wayl We will we It sone other time. These young ladies! All with th mania to write, while so many hands ani needed In trades hi woman's workl More over" Ha could not continue. Th young girl stretched her arms toward him as if in search ot aid, stammered oae word only one tho first that we learn as babies: Mammal And turning quickly, aha fell stiff upon the samo divan where, a few minutes before, she had dreamed of com fort for her poor old woman. Andernl gavo a stifled cry, and rrtshci t her. The poor girl breathed no more; her eyes were wide open, glazed, and her lip contracted. "Quick!" he shouted, opening tho door. "Quick, a physician!" All the staff has tened into the little sanctum, and the young man with tho weary eyes ran to tho girl, raising her poor lifeless head upon his shoulder. "Sho Is- dead," pajd Adolph Levis, after having felt her jatdsa, At any rate, I will run fer tKo decteV "She bdeadrshe Is dead!" they all ex claimed, shaking their heads. Only the young man with the tired eyes did sot speak, but busied himself with composing decently the dress and damp h&lr of An nlna. "Come!" cried Andernl, turning to &) Leon!, the reporter of The Crfpescelo. "Don't stand there spellbound before taa girL Take this manuscript and Rend it tc , tho composing rqom. It would bo better that you should take it there yourself. ', llavo it set up at once, with a paragraph about it. Toll tho facts briefly." And as Fubio Leoni remained dazed, looking at tho girl: "Look hcre!,, cried the chlei editorast. ' tated.'couvuhwd. 'This girl haa ferobthtr mo a work of hers, 'Tho; Last. Love.' and has died whjle banding it to ruts- Po you takft in t&A imnarttiftrn mt f VU fa'rt- It ia ' a aolemn, mysterious thing. We most get out a aoublexcuitiep ofxett paper, xott can announce tbc flory at oace bra rcteed, honest thing, destined to interest oisr fair readers but raako haste the dcucel Ah, hero Is the physician! Doctor!" All gathered again around tho corpse, and the word aneurism pasaed from ona mouth to another. "It is necessary to Inform the coroner and the MiKcricordla at once," said tho doe tor, beginning to write. All returned, more or less afTected, Into the editorial room to prepare the number which was to como out at noon. Only ths weary eyed young man staid, unobserved, to contemplate tho dud girl. OhI at lost he recollected. The little waxen face that was before him resembled that of hi only bister, dead of consumption a year before, when he had gone on The Crepuscolo at fifty lire n month. The brethren of tho MierieordIa came. In midst of a crowd of idlers who wished; to learn what tho facts were. But no ono know, not even a poor little old woman Itt Via Panics, who had heard tho threa strokes of the bell of tho chnritable com pany, and had crossed herxelf with devo tion, praying for tho pcaco of whoever, a6 that moment, wan dying, porhapi alone, on tho ttreet, unkisscd. Translated by E, Cavazza for Short Stories. Th XIctItkI of DUndlnf. To thoiM) accustomed, att mmt now art, to regard loss of blood, from whatever source, as an unmitigated evil, the ugge tiou to follow up an extensive bleodinft from tho lungs by a further bleeding from tho arm is hurtling. Neverthelew, at 4 recent meotmg of thn Itoyal Medical So ciety of London, one of tho pak'JXrf favor ed its adoption in cujmh in which the pa tlent U in urgent danger of suffpeatioa from tho reflux of blood into ths bronchi. It is, however, peculiarly open to tho ob jection brought against tho operation of venesection generally that, la tho present state of public opinion as to blood letting, the diHorcdit of a, fatal result is too likely to bo hastily assigned to tho venesection. Other physicians recommended It for ta rious diseases, though considerable differ ence of opinion existed as to thefiwsa E19 likely to be benefited. litre 2tvrac. 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