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. n ft . i '-. 41 y - : THE BOY IN THE MOW.. V- Riere glides throufih barn's mammoth dsor A sweet-scented hilltop of hay; Jkn athlete, -with BtrengtU bubbling o'er, Now flings it in f orkf all away, Another Ib stowing it back, With white pearls of toil on hiB bro And treading the hay in hiB track, Looms faintly the boy in the mow. Through croviceB often can he View, past the old barn wall of brown, A river that leads to the sea. A railway that drives to tho town. 4,0. when shall my fortune make hay In yon fields of splendor, and how? Ifffll -wait for full many a day I'm only a boy in the mow. A cloud like a flag from the sky Ib splendidly spread and unrolled ; The sun rerches down from on high To fringe it with silver and gold. "O, when will Heaven's mercy my namo As bright as thoso colors allow? Bnt earth has no glory or fame To waste on a bo7 in the mow. A cloud in the west like a pall Creeps upward and hangs in the light; It carries a gloom oer all, It looks like a part of the night. With clamor the thunderbolts swarm And trees bend in agony now, "TIs thus, too, that Poverty's storm Would conquer tho boy in the mow I Tho clouds have flown into a dream, The birds are discoursing in glee, The smile of the sun is agleam On river und hilltop and tree. Look up to the heavens, little lad. And then to your earth duties bow; And some day both worlds may be giaa To honor tho boy from the mow ! -Will Carelton in Youth's Companion. BERTEAM. IsTathan threw himself down under a tree at the seaside, and looked up at the shifting pattern of leaves and sky. His comely, boyish face relaxed. He was a tramp, he supposed; but he was no longer beholden to anyone; lie was free! Be felt an adventure some satisfaction, but was impatient because his satisfaction was not com plete. He began to blink. He had walked six miles since noon, and the drowsy insect sounds made him sleepy. He ceased to think, and then ceased to know. Something roused him suddenly. He looked up, and saw an open buggy with a woman and a boy on the seat, and some bundles and potted plants on the back. The buggy came to a stop. "We've waked you up," the woman said, as if apologizing. "We thought at first we knew you; we thought you were Oliver Dodge." That the good looking boy was not Oliver Dodge, but a tramp with a bundle, seemed to astonish her. "It's just as well you woke me up," said Nathan, getting up. "Are you going my way? 1 might give you a lift," said the woman. "I guess we can make room, Bertram?" "Yes," said Bertram. He climbed over the back of the seat very promntly, and sat down among the pots and packages. He was younger than Nathan, who noticed his smil ing eyes and friendly look. "We'ye been to the Centre," the woman said, driving on. "I had some errands; and then 1 saw those geraniums and had to get 'em." "She's got a yardful now," said Bertram. "I tell her she'll have to go some other road than the florist's if she wants to have any money left." "Bertram says so," said the wo man, laughing. "I can take you a mile. How much farther are you go ing?" "To Moxley," Nathan answered, warming to the friendly pair. 'That's my home. I've come from Torrlng ton to-day," he added, boyishly will ing to tell his chief concern. "I've been working for Mr. Hogan sinie last year." "Joseph Hogan?" said the woman. "His is a big farm, isn't it?" "Sixty acres, and he thinks one man ought to do the whole work and not get man's wages either. I call him a mean man," said Nathan, hotly. "Well, I il tell you just how 'twas! "1 didn't like the way he treated me. I'm willing to work, but I want to be treated fairly. I just had the brunt of everything, always. I had to work like a slave. Up at four al ways, and I was lucky if I got to bed by ten, busy times. We plowed till half-past ten, once; he was bound to have it done that day. I've been so tired .sometimes 1 couldn't get to sleep. I never had a day off. "Well, he's done other things no body would have stood as long as I have, and I got tired of it I've earned more than he's paid me; I've known that, and this morning I asked him to give me more, and told him I was doing a man's work for boy's wages. "He said he'd give what he'd bar gained to; and we had some words. I told him I wasn't bound to him, anyhow, and if he couldn't deal fairly I'd leave, and I did. "I ate my dinner and fixed up my bundle and started. I'd sent my last month's wage's home, and didn't have enough for the railroad fare, and I'm t going to tramp it." "Whoa," said the woman. Bertram was getting out of the buggy. With a parting smile he took one of the bundles and went in at the gate of a farm-house. "I thought that. was your boy," he aid. "No," the woman answered. "That's Bertram Taylor. I feel some times as though he was my boy. I think the world of Bertram; there never was a' better boy." "What does he do?" Nathan said, heedlessly, and feeling that his own hard case had been slighted. "He does the best he knows how," said the woman, earnestly. "He makes the best of pretty, hard circum stances. If his father had lived, he would bayjB had some chance. But he has a stepfather. George Hulbert isn't the worst man in the world if he isn't the best, and 1 suppose he thinks he's doing well by Bertram to give him a home. "Bertram isn't sixteen yet, but he does as much on that place 'as Hul bert' does more, I believe. Now, btfore he'ssixtsen, he'adoing a man's wtrJctYerydayofhtslife. IthasWen him out of school ali but a little while winters, and it's taken his strength. I can see myself it has fairly stunted his growth." "That's pretty hard on him," Nathan murmured, for he felt that he must say something. "Yes," resumed his companion, "but what he does wouldn't be so great a credit to him as it is, if he dian't do it the way he does. You saw him toMay; and no one ever saw him any less cheerful than that. "Why, I overtook him on the way to town. He had started to walk both ways after hellebore for the cur rants; he was going to walk five miles in the hot sun. and then go to work again, I suppose. But he was whist ling along cheerfully; and that's how you'll find him always. "But he isn't doing what he wants to do; that's the worst of it "He wants to be a civil engineer; as his father was. He's fond of mathematics. He hasn't had much schooling, but he's picked it up him self, in a way that shows he has a wonderful turn for it I've given him ali my boys' old algebras and geometric, and he's gone through them alL When the surveyors were here putting in the new road, Bert ram went and helped them, and they told him he ought to go into the busi ness. Bertram's heart is set on it; and here he is hoeing potatoes and taking care of the pigs. "Folks say he isn't under obliga tions to Hulbert, and really owes it to himself to go away. But it's for his mother that he does il. He couldn't bear to do anything to mjikje trouble tor her, as that would. Hul- bert's a strong-willed man, and Be considers that Bertram belongs there. "Then there's his little step-sister; I don't know what Lucy would ever do without him, Bertram always thinks of other people before he does of himself, and he'll do anything in the world for Lucy. "This spring Hulbert did let him weed onions for the Longs a few days. What do you think he did with the money? He walked to town and bought a pair of buttoned shoes that she wanted very much. "Well, I always like to talk about him that's my house. Sometimes I could cry, thinking how it is, and then I feel as though there isn't any thing to cry about He's doing his duty and more than his duty, and anybody that can do that and be happy doing itisn't to be pitied, I say. "He'll amount to something yet. He's made me think more than once of some of the great men, presidents or wbat not, who started out poor boys and came to something by their own efforts. Bertram will come to something yet There's something in him, and it's bound to show. No, I oughtn't to worry about him," said the kind woman, looking at Nathan with mistv eyes. She drove into her yard without halting. "Wait," she said, "and I'll give you some supper; it's supper time." Nathan attended to the horse, and .then sat down, tram-fashion, on the doorstep. But he looked at the tall pink hollyhocks and blue beehives without seeing them. His chin rested in his hands, and his foot made deep marks in the ground. It seemed to him a long time be fore the woman called him in, so many were the thoughts which had passed through his sobered mind. "You'll feel more like starting along when you've had a bite," she said. "I guess I shan't start along," said. Nathan. "I guess I'll start back." "What's changed your mind?" "That," said Nathan, slowly. "What you told me. I don't know that I know how to say it It's made me feel mean, though, what you told awful mean. I've thought all the time I had about the hardest time that anybody has; but 1 guess I don't I guess that boy would think my job was easy, anyhow. "I do work extra time, and I don't have the things the way I want them much. I say 1 do, because I'm go ing back. "It wasn't right for me to leave like that. Mr. Hogan is paying what he agreed to, and I need what he pays. They need it at home, and I didn't have any right to stop. May be I wouldn't get work ali summer. "I'm older than that boy, and my case isn't so hard, either. I feel like a shirk compared with him, and I'm going back!" His thoughts had run still deeper. He felt as if he were a coward, and in his humility he saw things in a clear light To have dwelt jealously j on himself, to have stickled for his small rights and sulked over his small wrongs it was unworthy a brave boy. But to work with a willing spirit; to feel and to show manly concern for his employer's interests; not dog gedly to study how little he could do, but how much, cheerfully to realize the truth that money truly earned is more than barely earned; and to work out a worthy destiny with strong and ready nands that would be worth while. He felt as does one who has made a pleasing discovery. A happy thrill passed through him. "I'm glad," said the woman, heartily. "1 wasn't thinking of you when I was talking about Bertram; but there! there! you've got the right words now, Sit down and eat some thing." Two miles up the road, on his re turn trip, Nathan met a buggy with a farmer-like looking man in it. It was Mr. Hogan. He cracked his whip at sight of Nathan, and laughed. "I reckoned Td overtake you along about here," he said. "Come, come, get in and go back with me! I don't want to let -you go. What would your folks say? Come, I guess wo can fix it up somehow. Maybe you have had to dig in harder' n you ought I to; I guess you have. I'm willing i to talk it over and why, hadn't got started back, had you?" "Yes, sir, I had," said Nathan, looking up with a smile. Youth's Companion. IN SMALL PACKAGES. Some Bottled Up Thunder in Our IJttla Torpedo Boats. Considerable "interest attaches to the miniature torpedo boats which will be-carried on the decks of the battleships Texas and Maine, now under construction by the Govern menu They are excellent specimem of modern engineering skill. The boat for the Texas will be of twelv toes displacement and the one foi the Maine will be 14.8 tons. The? will be swung into water from the top of the superstructure by great cranes, and will be used in midnight attacKs. The little boats will be fitted each with one propelling en gine of the quadruple expansion type, working a single screw. It ii estimated that the indicated bors power of the Texas' boat's engine wilt be 155, and that of the Maine boat's engine 200, when the screw is making 675 revolutions. The eHgine will be vertical inverted, with the cylinders placed in order of size over the shaft the high pressure cylinder being for ward. There will be one water tube boiler on each boat, placed in a sep arate compartment forward of the engine. It will be constructed for a working pressure of 250 pounds per square inch and have about twelve feet of grade surface, with 480 feet ol heating surface. Bulkheads and doors will be fitted where "necessary to make the fire-room airtight, In the Texas boat there will be one smokepipe and in the Maine boat there will be two stacks, situated for ward and placed far enough apart on opposite sides of the ship to allow the torpedo boom to rig between ihem. Two feet tanks will be provided in each boat, that in the Texas having a combined capacity! of seventy gal lons, and that of the Maine's boat of ninety gallons. The weight of all machiney and boilers, including aux iliaries and water in the boilers, con denses and pipes, as well as the spare parts and tools, must not exceed 9, 900 pounds on the Texas' boat and 12,000 pounds on the Maine's boat Marine engineers taKe a good deal of interest in these little boats, for they contain as much bottled up energy as anything afloat The tor pedo boat at its best appears to be nothing more than combined vitality and destruction. Within a thin and narrow shell there is an engine of re markable force and a projectile of unusual deadliness. The little tor pedo boats of the big battleships are the best of their type, for they are the latest and concentrate what was before condensed. Washington Star. Ill-Matched Marriages. Eace and color prejudices, always stronger in this country than in Eu rope, have prevented many such mar riages between American girls and Asiatics as are described in an article on the subject on the twenty-third page of -to-day's Press. Of those which have taken place, some have been happy; but it is true of most of them, as our contributor says, that their story has been one long life tragedy, Even aa Englishman is less con siderate of his wife than an American, expects more from her and concedes her less in return; a European gives his wife less than an Englishman in respect in reverence and in daily care and consideration, and an Asi atic simply carries the parallel still farther. The practical lesson is that an American girl Is wise if she seeks wedlock at home. It may not bring happiness; but it is more likely to than anywhere else. Bank confers certain definite ad vantages, particularly for a woman wrapped in social interest; but where a foreign marriage does not bring that, an American girl who marries a man of middle position abroad, and particularly on the Continent is ex tremely apt to find herself hampered by a thousand conventions, bound down to trying economies, and of much less personal weight and im portance in her husband's eyes and his family's than the wife of ftn American husband. This is ten-thousand-fold more true of an Asiatic marriage, fortunate!? so rare as scarcely to need considera tion. But in all marriages the one glaring mistake of our v Amen can so ciety is to forget that the surest and only safe foundation of happiness Id married life is a common training, common friends, common social habits and a life before marriage, as well as after, as much under common condi tions in essential particulars as possi ble. Philadelphia Press. A Short Story Writer. Mrs. F. A. Steel, author of the volume of short stories entitled From the Five Rivers," is at pres ent one 6f the fashionable current interests in London. She is the wife of an Indian civil servant and has now left India to live in Scotland. She is said to have written her stories for her own amusement first and then offered them to Macmillan's maga zine, by which they were accepted and published anonymously and were supposed by many to be some of the s tori e Kipling had left behind. But she soon published a serial over her own name and now she is in great demand with the publishers, a fact which has caused herself, it is said, a great deal of surprise. Her first book was a little- manual of cooking and housekeeping for Anglo-Indians, which is invaluable to young wives on their first introduction to Indian life. Most men would rather be kicked than bluffed. NOT ALL NEGROES. African Kaces as Dissimilar as Are Those of Europe. Not by any means are all Africans negroes. Nor are all our colored peo- pie in America descendants of African negroes, though we are apt to regard them as such. The diversity in the population of Africa is as great as it is in that of Europe. It is only among the genuine negroes that can nibalism exists as a custom, though among some of the negroid people the eating of human flesh is occasionally indulged in. Among the genuine negroes it has always been a custom to go to war for provisions orfQr captives to be offered as sacrifices -m the ghosts of the King's ancestors, as is still done in Dahomey often with great slaughter. It was this that convinced the "phil anthropist Las Casas, that it would be a good thing to buy the captives and bring them to America. He argued that this would keep them fromjbeing eaten, while at the same time it would prevent the (Spaniards from working to death the Indians, who are incapable of long enduring sucn labor as the negro can stand without great inconvenience. This theory was responsible for the opening of the slave trade. The characteristics of the genuine negro are sufficiently well known. Occasionally it is possible to find specimens in America, Jthough the greater part of-our people of African descent are far from the nigro type. This is not necessarily due to inter mixture in America for in Africa many of the most numerous tribes have long ago lost the characteristics of the fiegfO. 3?he Kaffirs, for in stance, are generally classed as ne groes, but they are not negroes at all. They have woolly hair, and occasion ally thick lips are to be seen among them, but their complexion is clear and the red blood shows through in a way which has been greatly admired my many Europeans. It is also worth remembering that the Hottentots, who are supposed to be one of the lowest races in exist ence, are not negroes at all, though they have some negro blood. Their complexion is yellow and their char acteristics are those of the Mongol rather than of the negro. It is sup posed by ethnologists that they are descended from Chinese or Malay colonists, probably from the former. The Bushmen, the only people of Africa who have no religion of anv kind, not even fetichism, are a tribe of Hottentot origin and are very much unlike the genuine negro. On the plateaus of the eastern part ot Africa are shepherd tribes with Eome negro blood, but with skins al most white, and very tar removed from the negroes of Dahomey or the Guinea coast The African in Africa represents the blood of many races, and it is not to be doubted that many of the negro tribes are capable of becoming highly civilized. This is true of the Kaffirs, and though the genuine negro, of un mixed blood, may seem almost hope lessly a barbarian, the native popula tion of Africa embraces thousands of people who, though they have the black skin and thick hair which show negro admixture, are yet so far re moved from the negro type as to be capable of adjusting themselves at once to the great changes which are promised in the "Dark Continent" A Fabulous Valley. The story of the famous treasure of the Madre d'Oro is told by Dan de Quille in his book on the Oomstock Lode. " It is derived from the Aztecs of Mexico. Somewhere in southeast Arizona is a small valley, about five miles long by two miles wide, walled in by towering mountains. The sides are so precipitous that it is impossi ble to climb down them, and there is only one entrance, through a cave which is carefully hidden by Indians, who guard the treasure for the second coming of Montezuma. The valley itself, though surrounded by inhospit able rocks, is a paradise. Watered i by a stream which flows through it its soil is covered wilh flowers and beautiful trees, through the branches of which flit bright-hued birds. Stretching across the valley from one side to the other is a ledge of gold, its masses of virgin metal gleaming and glistening in the sun light. The gold lies in it in great veins and nuggets imbedded in clear quartz, the sharp angles of which glitter in the sun's rays like gigantic diamonds, Across the leage the stream flows, forming a little water fall, below which the nuggets of gold can be seen in the water and out Gold in the ledge, gold in the scales of the snakes, gold in the stream, gold in the birds, gold, gold, gold, gold, is the refrain of the golden story. First Known Metal. Probably gold was the first metal known to the ancients. It abounded in tne sanas.oi many rivers or an tiquity which have long ceased to be auriferious. From the readiness with which it wa3 to be got in those early times one may imagine how such prodigious quantities of it were col lected as are spoken of by authors who describe the wealth of Solomon, i the statues, tablets, and vessels of gold dedicated by Semiramis, and the riches of Croesus. Boman conquerors fetched gold home with them literally by wagon loads These great accu mulations were usually the results of conquests. So it was with the enor mous treasures gathered at Babylon under Semiramis. at Jerusalem under ;olomon, at Sard is under Crjesus, again at Babylon under Darius, at Alexandria under Alexander, and af terward at Borne, while she was -at the summit bf her 'power. The first historical mention of gold lis in the Bible, where Abraham is described as being "very rich in cattle, silver, and gold." It is an odd fact that gdd was used at Borne as early as 300 B. j C. for the purpose of securing artt clal teeth in their places. Cloth alsc was made of it at the same period, without admixture with other materials. Prizes for Good English. James Gordon Bennett of the Uev York Herald has founded six prizes in as many American colleges-Columbia, Harvard, Yale, Princeton, College oi the City of ISew York and the Dni- versiy of New York in each case medals or money equal to the annual interest of $1,000. Any undergrad uate member of the senior class or special student of satisfactory stand ing who has taken the prescribed course of his college or university in political science and English litera ture may compete for the prize. The competition is to be in the form of essays in Enelish prose on subjects of contemporaneous interest in the foreign or domestic policy of the Government of the United States. Every detail of the administration of the prizes is left to the several facul ties, from the investment of the endowment funds to the selection of the topics and announcement of the awards. The conditions are imposed by the donor of the funds other than those already mentioned. It is not the purpose of this undertaking to secure for journalism young men equipped merely to write correctly. Good English and an attractive style will be important elements in deter mining the merits of an essayist They are sot to be, however, the su preme tests. She Was a Paragon. "Yes, there was one girl who lived right along with us for twenty-two years," said the old lady with a rem iniscent sigh, "and she might have been with the family yet if she had wanted to stay." "She must have been a jewel, "said one of the callers. Yes. We never had any trouble with her about wages or afternoon out or anything of that kind." "Good cook?" "Excellent She could play the piano beautifully, too." "Did you let her do that?" "Oh, yes. And she read the pa pers to us and kept the library in order, and could keep accounts and paint on china and embroider on silk as nicely as anybody youjever saw." "I never heard of the like! How in the world did you happen to let her go?" "Well, there came a ycung man along one day a professor in col lege and said he wanted her, and and here's one of her children now. Come, darling, and sit on grand mother's lap." Chicago Tribune. "Doing" the Company. An old farmer was in the habit of traveling from his village to the ad jacent town on market-days by the railway. He never purchased a ticket, but paid, or was supposed to pay, at the end or the journey each way. One day the ticket collector took him to task and said in the hearing of all the other passengers in the compartment; "Hoo is it Mr. Tarn son, that ye ne'er have a ticket?" With a knowing look, Tamson re plied; "Dae ye min' the time the company kilt a coo o' mine, an' gien me na compensation?" "Fine," said the collector. "An' dae ye min' I said they wad ne'er see anither bawbee o' mine?" "Brawly," said the collector. "Aweel, then, Sammie, J ken as long as you are here an' yer brither Jock is at the ither end they never wulL" - A Financial Episode. A Pittsburgher who found himself in possession of a check for $600, marked "payable only through the clearing house," presented the paper at the bank on which it was drawn. "We can't cash it," said the teller as he handed the check back. "It must go through the clearing house in the regular way. Deposit it in the bank where you do' business." "I have no bank account," replied the man with the check. "Then take it to some man you owe money to. He will know it is per fectly good, and will be glad to cash it for you to get what Is due him." "Don't be so fast I don't owe anybody anything." "Don't owe anything?" repeated the bank officer in astonishment. "Great Scott, man, then you don't need the money." Pittsburgh Chron icle. Failures of Edison. Mr. Thomas A. Edison has con fessed that he has made some abort ive experiments in the line of asrial locomotion. Says he: "Once 1 placed an aerial motor on a "pair of Fairbanks scales and set it going. It lightened the scales but it didn't fly. Another time I rigged up an umbrella-iike disc of shutters, and connected it with a rapid piston in a perpendicu lar clinder. These shutters would open and shut If 1 could have got ten sufficient speed, say a mile a sec ond, the inertia or resistance of the air would have been as great as steel, and the quick operations of these shutters would have driven the ma chine upward, but I coulan't get the speea. x neneve tnat oerore tne air ship men succeed they will have to do away with the buoyancy chamber." Amusing;. The Critic calls attention to the fact that the London Times in a re view of the 'Memoirs of Alcott " credits Emerson with the authorship of Lowell's Fable for Critics, quoting therefrom some extremely un-Emer-sonian lines. Two PERFECTLT-roR3CED chickens were hatched from one egg, it is said, at Olympia, Washington, a short time ago. ' FIERY EYES. Queer Experience In OttI Htmtlnjc la X Off Patagonia. Why do cats' eyes shine in the dark while men's eyes do not? The author of'ldle Days in Patagonia" raises this question without answering it He shot and wounded an eagle-owl, and the sight of the bird, he says, was one of the greatest surprises with which nature ever favored him. The owl's haunt was an island overgrown with grass and tall willows. Thither Mr. Hudson went toward evening, and found him upon his perch wait ing for sunset He eyed the intruder so calmly as almost to disarm himr but hunters of specimens have a way of hardening their hearts. Mr. Hud son fired; the owl swerved on his perch, remained suspended for a few moments, and then slowly fluttered down. I found my victim stung to fury by his wounds, and ready for the last supreme effort ' Even in repose he is a big, eagle-like bird; now in the un certain light he looked gigantic in size a monster of strange form and terrible aspect Each particular feather stood on end, the tawny barred tail spread out like a fan, the immense tiger-colored wings wide open and rigid, so that as the bird, that had clutched the grass with his great feathered claws, swayed slowly from side to side, just as a snake about to strike sways his head, or as an angry, watchful cat moves its tail, first the tip of one, then of the other wing touched the ground. The black horns stood erect, while in the centre of the wheel-shaped head the beak snapped incessantiy, producing a sound like the clicking of a sewing-machine. This was a suit able setting for the pair of magnifi cent furious eyes, on which I gazed with a kind of fasqlnation, not un mixed with fear when 1 remembered, the agony suffered on former occasions from sharp, crooked talons driven into me to the bone. The irides were of a bright orange color, but every time I attempted to approach the bird theyt kindled into great globes of quivering yellow flame, the black pupils being surrounded by a scintillating crimson light which m threw out minute yellow sparks into ' the air. When T retired from the bird this preternatural fiery aspect would instantly vanish. The question as to the cause of this fiery appearance is one hard to answer. We know that the source of the lu minosity in owls' and cats' eyes is the light-reflecting membrane be tween the retina and the clerotic coat of the eyeball; but the mystery remains. When the bird I particu larly noticed that every time 1 re tired the nictitating membrane would immediately cover the eyes and ob scure, them for some time, as they will when an owl is confronted with strong sunlight; and this gave me the impression that the fiery, flash ing appearance was accompanied with, or followed by, a burning or smarting sensation. I have lived a great deal among semi-savage men. I have often seen them frenzied with excitement, their faces white as ashes, their hair erect and their eyes dropping great tears of rage, but I have never seen in them anything approaching to that flery appearance of the owl. v A New Zealand Wonder. J The most curious of all objects ii New Zealand Is that which the Maoris call "aweto." One is uncer tain whether to call it an animal or a plant In the first stage of its ex istence itis simply a caterpillar about three or four inches in length and al ways found in connection with the ratta tree, a kind of flowering myrtle, It appears that when it reaches full growth it buries itself two or three inches under the ground, where, in stead of undergoing the ordinarj chrysalis process, it becomes c. actu ally transformed into a plant, which exactly fills the body and shoots up at the neck to a height of eight ox ten inches. This plant resembles in appearance a diminutive bulrush; and the two, animal and plant, are always found inseperable. One is apt to relegate it to the domain of imagination, among dragons and mermaids; but then its existence and nature have been ac cepted by the late Frank BucKland. How it propagates its species is & mystery. One traveler, after describ ing its dual nature, calmly states that it is the grub of the night but terfly. If so, then the grub must also become a butterfly, or what be comes of the species? One would be ready to suppose that the grub does really so and that some fungus finds the cast-off slough congenial quar ters for its growth. But as far as present observation goes the grub neyer becomes a butterfly, but is changed in every case into a plant Chambers' Journal. A Pastoral Episode. "I know where they's an elegant swimniin' pface," said Meandering Mike. Plodding Pete stopped' chewing a straw long enough to say, Kx'won. What yer given me?" "I'm givin' yer a dead straight steer. I know where tbey's an ele gant swimmin' pool, an' taint very fur off, neither." "Well, don't you know that ef they's anything wus'n takin a bath it's goin' in swimmin'? What do we want wit' a swimmin' place?" Meandering Mike looked at him in silence for a minute. There were tears in his voice when he said: ' "Pete, yer a disgrace ter our per fession, you are. Aint ye got nc business instincts at all? Don't yer know dat where dere's a good swiaa-, min' place dere's biled shirts growln on de bushes jes'dyia' terbeswipt? Washington Star. - 4 A fc - " ' I - , , . - hi' : r. M '