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BY MUTUAL CONSENT.
Mr. and Mrs. Messinger were simple, unaffected people, devoted to their children and to Nancy, Mr. Messinger's .young stepsister. One sunny afternoon in early sum mer Mrs. Messinger sat at the open "bay window of the drawing-room reading-. The door opened presently and iNancy came in rather slowly. She came over to the window and seated lierself in a low basket chair with an :air of constraint. "I have a letter from Jim," she said. "Does he say when he is coming?" "Yes; he came by the same steam ship as the letter. He will be here to anorrow, I suppose." "Nancy! really?" asked Mary, looking- almost excited. "Are you not de lighted?" "I I have a confession to make," -said Nancy, nervously, looking1 out over the sea. "I thought I loved Jim when he went out to India five years ago, but 1 was only seventeen then, and did not realize what love meant. We had known each other all our lives, ;and I mistook our friendship for love. "I have felt it dimly for a year or awo, but what made it all clear to me was Jim's last letter, saying that he was coming home. It filled me with -dismay and fear. I felt that I simply could not meet him as his betrothed wife, so I wrote last mail and asked liim to -release me from my engage ment." "And what does he say?" Mary asked, anxiously. "He is delighted," said Nancy, 'brightening. "lie says that his feel angs have changed too." "You never hinted at any change be fore," said Mary, a little reproach fully. "I only knew it dimly or I might -have done so," replied Nancy, gently. "And since I wrote to him I have been -silent to spare you any anxiety. My letters have never been from the pres ent Nancy, but from the Nancy as I -could remember her at seventeen. In fact, I hae been writing down all the time to the level of his intelligence as -shown in his letters, and that level is painfully low." "He would be much more likely to object if he once saw you," said Mary, frankly, "for these five, years have done wonders with you in every way." "Oh, he's so boyish that he will think xne strong-minded, and therefore dis like me," said Nancy, laughing. "And I did send him my last photograph, you know." "Did you send that hideous thing?" asked Mary in surprise. "Well," confessed Nancy, rather re luctantly, ."I believe I had some secret, unconfessed hope that he would offer to break off the engagement if he once saw that hideous caricature." A day or two later Nancy started for hjer usual afternoon walk along the cliffs. Walking quickly along, she did not hear footsteps behind her, and was surprised at hearing herself suddenly addressed. Looking up with startled iyes, she found a yovfng man gazing at her with a puzzled, intent expression in his handsome face. "You are Nancy, are you not?" he said, doubtfully, holding out his hand. "Why, Jim, is it really you?" asked Nancy, regarding him with surprise. "How you have grown! When did you come? and how did you find me?" "I came two days ago," he said, red dening slightly in irritation at her first words, "but I called at the Ness this afternoon and Mrs. Messinger told me where I should find you." "Lt us go home now, and then you can see them all," she said, turning back. "You will hardly know the children; they were such mites when you left." "I certainly shall not, if they have altered as much as you have done. I scarcely knew you," lie said, looking down at her with intent gray eyes, and inwardly comparing this beauti ful, graceful girl with the gauche schoolgirl of five years since. "I am older," she said, her heart sinking strangely. "He might disguise the fact that he finds me a disappoint ing failure," she thought, rather bit terly. "Of course we are no longer boy and girl," he said. "But 1 hope we shall always be friends, Nancy! We have been that all our lives, haven't we?" "Yes, let us be friends," she said. And, thinking that he was eager to im press upon her that they were to be nothing more, she added: "And it was very wise to break off that childish engagement before you came home, wasn't it?" "Y yes," he said, doubtfully. "Those boy and girl engagements never answer, do they? People develop so differently from what one would ex pect. Judging from your letters, I should have thought you utterly differ ent from what I find you." "You are equally different from what I should have expected you to be," she answered. "But let us put up with each other as we are; we need not see much of one another, you know." They had just reached the gate lead ing into the garden of the Ness as she -said this, and unconsciously she paused outside. Jim took this, coupled with hr last -words, as a hint that he should go, and was more hurt than he cared to own. 'Good afternoon," he said, stiffly, raising his hat. "Your suggestion is a brilliant one, and you need not fear that I shall trouble you with my pres ence more often than is necessary." "Good-by," she said, turning in at the open gate in order that he should not see the rising tears. Good-by," he said, freezingly, think ing her absolutely cruel in not shaking Ihands. If Mrs. Messinger had been given to abstruse reflections she might have asked herself how Jim and Nancy could possibly avoid each, other, ac cording to the compact, when he was always coming to the Ness? For he came every day and at all hours of the day as he liad been wont 'to do five years ago. Nancy lost all her gentle brightness -when speaking to Jim, and was coldly, -distantly polite to him. Inwardly she knew that her love for him trai strengthening day by day, and that no power of hers could prevent it. His position in regard to Nancy wai much worse than that of any mere ac quaintance. Every other man could teU her of Jhis love, while it seemed to Jim that he had lost right by gladly agreeing to cancel their engagement. One afternoon he found her alone, a very rare occurrence indeed, for she was careful to avoid a tete-a-tete with him. "Shall we go into the garden?" she asked, thinking that anything was preferable to sitting stiffly in the drawing-room. "I should like it immensely,'! he an swered, rising and opening the door with alacrity. "Will you take me to your old favorite seat? I have so often thought of those days when I was feeling homesick, Nancy." "I thought you were very happy in India?" she said, unresponsively. "So I was, but I was homesick some times, especially when I first went out." "Mr. Penstone and I always quarrel over this view," said Nancy, anxious to prevent any embarrassing pause. "Who is Mr. Penstone?" asked Jim, knitting his brows. "He is our curate," she answered. "1 always say that thi3 is the finest view in town, but Mr. Penstone maintains that the view from " j "He must be au idiot, then," burst iu Jim, hotly; "the views are not to be compared!" "You might have waited until I had mentioned the other," said Nancy, raising her eyebrows. "I I beg your pardon," he said, iu utter confusion. "I thought you must mean in fact, I understood you to say that that the view from Beacon was finer than this."x "Yes, that is what Mr. Penstone de clares," she said. "What a hideous name the man has!" said Jim, irritably. "Of course you are devoted to him, .Nancy?" "Yes, he is so very good and clever and pleasant," she said, surprised at his vehemence. "You are going to marry -him, 1 sup pose?" he said, with ill-concealed an ger. "You forget yourself, I think," she answered, with gentle dignity. "And whom I may marry can be no possible concern of yours." "O, none, of course," he said, fuii ously. "Only you might have told me the truth when you broke off our en gagement. It would have been just as easy to say that you were engaged to some one else at once." "You are entirely mistaken in flunk ing that I am engaged to anyone," said Nancy, calmly. "Mr. Penstone is married and old enough to be my j father. Shall we go in now, or have you any other interesting accusations to make?" "Forgive me, Nancy, I was a fool!" pleaded Jim, earnestly. "I forget sometimes that I have not still the right to speak to you on such matters. For five years I have thought of you as my promised wife, and now that 1 am with you I cannot always realiz3 that you are mine no longer. Say, that you forgive me, Nancy, for my rough ness and presumption." After this quarrel Jim found it im possible to be on the same footing of friendship with Nancy. She was colder and more constrained than ever in her manner toward him, and he was too proud and too manly to ferce his love on her, believing that she dis liked him; and at last, after a bitter struggle with himself, he determined to return to India at once. He had never been to the Ness lately without some valid reason, and thisi new decision was so good an excuse for calling that he was not slow in taking advantage of it. He found Nancy in the garden, arrayed in a large white sun bonnet, busy gathering straw berries for tea. "I am going back to India; I havo had enough of England." "To India? At once? O, why?" she asked piteously, growing very white and looking. at him with frightened eyes. "Do you" care, Nancy?" he asked eagerly. "Would you rather I stayed?" "My wishes have nothing to do with the matter," she said, rather bitterly. "Indeed, they have, " he said, very earnestly. "Nancy, tell me, would you rather I stayed?" "If I say yes, would you stay?" sh-3 asked, quietly. "Only if you loved me," he said. "I cannot stay on and see you day after day, and feel that you will never care for me. May I stay, Nancy?" "If you like," she answered shyly. "There is one thing I want to know," he said, presently," looking down into her eyes; "when did you begin to lovt me, dear?" "When did you begin to love mo?" she replied, blushing under his gaze. "I don't know; I have loved you all my life," he answered. "I don't know, either," she said; "when I was about four or five, I think." "But, my darling, you broke off our engagement," he said, wonderingly. "Yes, from your letters I thought I did not love you. They were so stupid I I mean " "Yes; they were stupid, but youra were silly, too, and I thought that was the kind of things yon liked," he said, intelligence dawning in his eyes. "I thought you were terribly boyish, so wrote very 'young' letters, thinking they would interest you," she said, be ginning to laugh. "We both fell into the same mistake, then," he said, laughing, too. War erly Magazine. The Itrst law that ever God gave to man was a law of obedience; it wag a commandment pure and simple, wherein man had nothing to inquire after or to dispute, for as much as to obey is the proper office of a rational soul acknowledging a heavenly su perior and benefactor. Montaigne. A stray hair, by its continued irri tation, may give more annoyance than a smart blow. Lowell. THE FISH WAS AGIN HIM. It Played a Metn Trick on the Man From Uuffalo. It was a group in the- reading-room of a Detroit hotel, and they had been discussing the query. "Do fish sleep at night?" when the Buffalo man launched out with: "As to whether fish sleep at night or at all, I don't know, and I don't care, but I do know tht fish converse with one another. Yes, sir, I have plain, straight evidence to that effect." "Would you mind giving us the par ticulars?" asked the man who had loudly contended that fish alwaj'S turned on their backs to sleeps "I will tell you with pleasure, sir, because it will add to your store of useful information. Two years ago I made a trip to Lake Superior. One day I was out in a skiff , fishing for bass. It was in water about fifteen feet deep, and I could see clear to the bottom. I was watching my baited hook and smoking a cigar when I saw a five-pound bass swim up and smell of the bait. He had opened his mouth to take it when a bass weighing about ten pounds came aloDg." "And told him not to bite!" exclaimed the tourist from Kentucky, who had stopped off a couple of days to look around Detroit. "Yes, sir, he did," replied the Buf faloian. "Not only that, but when the five-pounder seemed inclined to have his own way, the big fellow actually drovft him off. The same thing hap pened again and again in the course of an hour. A bass would come up to take the hook and the sentinel would swim up and touch noses and tell him not to do it. It was as plain as day light to me." "You think the big fellow knew the danger?" "I do. Yes, sir. I think he knew all about fish-hooks. Every action of his proved that he did. On one occa sion, when a fish which must have weighed fifteen pounds, came for my bait, the sentinel seized my line above the hook and ran around in a circle with it and thus prevented him from hooking on. He beat me out of at least ten good hauls." "He must have been a fish who had been hooked some time and knew all about it," ventured the star actor on his vacation. "That's exactly what had happened him, sir," replied the Buffalonian. "Yes, sir, after an hour or so the sun shone down on him in such a way that I recognized him. Gentlemen, I hope there is no one in this crowd who will sneer when I say that I recognized that fish-as one that I hooked in the harbor of Buffalo two years before, and which flopped himself out of the boat after being caught. He had the same head same tail same wicked expression of mouth. There could be j no doubt about it." "And do you think he recognized you?" asked everybody in chorus. "He surely did. Yes, sir, from the way he looked up at me and his gen eral actions I could not doubt it. The recognition was mutual and the revenge was his. As I told you in the beginning, I don't care whether fish sleep or not, and I don't care whether they hear or not, but when it comes down to talking, I'm satisfied that they do it. Not only that, but I think it an infernal shame that a fish is allowed to play a man low-down as that one did me!" The Kentuckian was the first to rise up and tip-toe out. He was followed by the star actor, and the star actor by the other four, and when he had been left alone the Buffalo man settled back in his chair and nodded and slept, and as he slept a smile rested on his face, and the recording angel put down her pen and refused to tab it up against him. Detroit Free Press. Equally as Good. The drawing teacher had been giv ing a iesson on the cubes, and some oi the pupils had mentioned boxes anil various other examples of cubes. The teacher wanted still more; but, for some reason, no one could think oi any. Finally a boy said: "I know what's a good cube a half a pound ol butter." "Why, that is excellent," cried the teacher. "Now, who can give me an other example, as good as Henry's?" After a long time she saw a hand waving wildly in the back of the room. "Well, Willie, what is it?" "Why, the other half pound rt that butter," said Willie triumphantly. Philadelphia Times. lleyuud Her. The new woman stamped he- fool a-ndher eyes gleamed with rage. Words of wrath were evidently on her t ongne, though she could not utter there Slackening her fin-de-siecle ctstume in various places, she twiste 1 and wriggled until the collar buttor, that had slipped down her back, fell Dn the floor. . As she picked it up and adjusted it in its proper place, a look of defeat settled upon her countenance. She lacked the courage of her con victions. Though the occasion un doubtedly demanded profanity, she could not swear. Truth Good Interest. "Here," complained the aggrieved father, T have spent nearly 51.,000 on that girl's education, and now she goes and marries a $3,500 a year clerk." "Well, said the friend of the family, "isn't that all 'of 15 per cent on your investment? What more dg jou want?" Indianapolis Journal. A Welcome Visitor. Wife I believe there is a burglar in the house. Husband Say nothing but keep per fectly quiet. He may leave a jimmj behind him or something else of'vav We can't afford to throw away any chance that offers to turn an honest penny. Bos ton Transcript. Two llano. "Waterloo is avenged!" shrieked a jubilant Gaul when the French horse won ihe derby. I "Yes," growled a Briton who had laid against him; "you ran well in boti eases. -Tit-Bita. A POET'S GEM OF A GIRL He Nearly Iost Tier When He Sprinkled Whale Oil on a Favorite lted of Roses. New Jersey is proud of a poet who has a house in that state and publishes in New York, and the poet himself is proud of a gem of a servant. He came near losing her the other day. This particular girl came from an old whal ing town in Maine three years ago, and she has been in the poet's house hold ever since. She made no acquain tance among the neighbors girls, and she had no steady company. In other ! respects she was worthy of the poet's commendations. During the three years that she has worke'd for Mr. Poet she has never asked for a vacation to visit her old home. "I never think of the place," said Mary, "for if I did I am afraid that I would get homesick." It was through the poet's own care lessness last week that he nearly lost Mary. There is a thrifty bed of roses in front of the poet's house that is his fad and pride. Destructive bugs and worms, whichever they might have been, swooped down on that bed a week ago and threatened to destroy it. The poet took advice and, as a conse quence, invested in whale oil that was warranted to kill bugs at long range. As he sprinkled the bushes with the whale oil a light breeze carried tho odor of it back to the kitchen, whero Mary was working. Both Mr. and Mrs. Poet noticed that Mary's mind seemed to be wool gathering while she was serving them at luncheon. She mixed the orders that were given to her, and she made Mrs. Poet unhappy. Before dinner was served Mary rapped at Mrs. Poet's door. "Come in. Mary," said her mistress. "Are you ill?" "No, marm," said Mary, ill at ease, "and I don't know why it is, but but but" "Well, but what?" "Why, marm, I I'm homesick. I've been thinking of Maine all day. There seemed to be something in the air that suggested home. If I don't get over it to-morrow I shall have to go home. It's in the air to-day." Mrs. Poet summoned her husband from his study and told him of the calamity that threatened the house hold. "Dear, dear; that's too bad. now can we spare Mary? Homesick, eh, poor girl? Strange, too, for she has been here contentedly for three years. Said it was in the air? Wait a minute. By Jove! I have it. She was right. It was in the air. It's that whale oil on the rose bushes." Mr. Poet played the garden hose on the rose bushes for an hour after din ner, and Mrs. Poet scattered lime near the kitchen. Mary's homesickness was gone the next day. "It was just something in the air," she said, and I'm sorry, marm, that 1 troubled you." Half of the Poet's rose bushes arc stripped of leaves, but Mary remained. N. Y. Sun. RUNNING FOR BOYS. Every Hoy Can Become a Runner If lit Tries. Every American boy should learn tc run. In Greece, in the days when men and women took better care of theii bodies than they ever have since, every boy, and girl too, was taught to run, just as the American girl is taught tc read. And as far as we can judge by the statues they have left behind them, there were very few hollow chested, spindle-legged boys among the Greeks. The Persian boy was taught to speak the truth, run, ride and shoot the bows. The English boy is encouraged tc run. In fact, at some of the great English public schools, boys of thir teen and fourteen years oi age, like Tom Brown and East at Rugby, can cover six and eight miles cross-country in the great hare-and-hound runs. Every boy is turned out twice a week, out of doors, and made to run, and fill himself full of pure fresh air and sun shine, and gain more strength and life than any amount of weight-pulling ot dumb bell work in stuffy gymnasiums would give him. See the result the English boys, as a whole, are a stronger set than we American boys. Every English school-boy is to some ex tent an athlete. And that is whal American boys should be. Not be cause football, baseball and tennis are valuable in themselves, but for the good they do in strengthening boys' bodies. By playing ball everj' day for hourt in the open air; by exercising his arms, back and leg muscles in throwing, bat ting, running and sliding; by going tc bed early and giving up all bad habits in preparation for the games, a boy stores up strength, which he can draw on all his life long that is why every boy should be an athlete. But nol every boy can play football or base ball. He may not be heavy or strong enough; he may never be able to ac quire the knack of catching or batting the ball. . Every boy can become a run ner. S. Scoville, Jr., in .St. Nicholas. Wanted Dad to Go, Too. "Father says that if I am a good boy he will take me to see the circus," saic Johnny. "That is what he told me," replied, his mother. "Well, you can keep your eye on me and see if I ain't the pride of the neigh borhood. Father's cone me a good many favors, he has, and I'd hate ter ribly to be the means of making hire miss that show." Pittsburgh Bulletin. How the Trouble Vegan. "I wouldn't wear bloomers for any thing," said the thin girl. "Neither would I if I were you," re plied the plump girl. - And that's why they do not speak now. Chicago Post. Mrs. White "And do you mean tc say that you and your husband always agree about everything?" Mrs. Black "Always; except, of course, now and then when he's out of humor or pig- headed, or something of that sorL"-e Boston Transcript. PERSONAL AND LtTERARY. Richard Le Gallienne, the young est of the London poets, intends to visit this country -next winter. Dr. Con an Doyle ' is coming back some time during the year for a season in Colorado, not, however, to lecture, fop he found lecturing here unprofitable. Descartes works are to be pub lished in a complete edition for the first time by a committee of French scholars, aided by the government. Printing. will begin next year, and, it is hoped, will be finished by 1900. The committee asks for help in collecting copies of letters and manuscripts pre served in public libraries and private collections. Among the treasures in Lord Rose beryls house are a mantel-piece from Rubens house, the chandeliers from the Doges palace - and tapestries that belonged to Cardinal Mazarin. These were Rothschild treasures, and on the death of ' Baroa Meyer de Rothschild, in 1874, they came into the possession of Hannah de Rothschild, Lord Rose bery's wife. The expression in the prayer book, kindly fruits of the earth," has for most persons no definite meaning on account of the difference in significance now attached to the word kindly from that vised when the expression was first written. The word kindly in that connection meant as nearly as possible "of its kind," and the expression "kindly fruits of the earth" meant "the fruits of the earth each after its kind." Mme. Ponisi, whose stage old women were beloved by all who saw them, has concluded her life in. New York by the gift of all her stage cos tumes to "Aunt Louisa" Eldridge. In the forty-five years she has been on the stage in this country she haa played many roles, and the contents ol her wardrobe ranged from the robe of the grande dame to the cheap frock of the village matron. When Mme. Ponisi began her career she went twenty-five miles on foot to secure her first engagement. ' This was in England, and it was nothing unusual in those days for her to walk from town to town to keep her engagements. In time she won fame, and she has sup ported Macready, Forrest, Charlotte Cushman. Lester Wallack, and others. She expects to end her days in Wash ington, at the home of a step-daughter. All Cromwell's descendants in the direct male line are extinct, but he is the lineal ancestor through females of a numerous progeny. Among the peers, who descend from Cromwell are Lords Ripon, Chichester, Clarendon, Cowper, Morley, Lytton, Walsingham and Ampthill; and among the eldest sons "of peers who so descend are Lord Courtenay (heir to the earldom oi Devon), Lord Stanley (heir to the earl dom of Derby) and Lord Clifton (heir to the earldom of Darnley). Lady Devon, Lady Derby, Lady Darnley, Lady Bathursti Lady Rosslyn, Lady Lytton, Lady Lathotn, Lady Isabella Whitbread, Lady Amphill and Lady Borthwick are likewise his descend ants. So are Sir John Lubbock and half a dozen other baronets, Mr. Chas. Villiers, the father of the house ol commons, and Mr. Montagu Villiers, the vicar of St. Paul's Knightsbridge. HUMOROUS. . "Hi Jimmy, wot's de matter?" "Back's blistered." "Swimmin' ot iickin'?" "Both." Chicago Record. "They say Ilamsby is generous tc a fault." "Yes, he is, if it happens ttl be one of his own faults." Buffalo Ex press. In a Bad Boat. "So De Land has taken to navigation?" "I haven't heard of it." "Yes; he's been ai-rested foi sailing under false colors." Detroil Free Press. Jack "I think my brother is at awful cross fellow." Mother "Don't -you think' you're a little to blame at times, Jack?" Jack "No; because he can't help it it's the W in his name makes the ill Will. "-Harper's Round Table. Bellefield "I understand that Mrs. Spiffins claims to be a self-made woman." Bloomfield "It isn't quite true. My wife has seen her add th finishing touch put on her com plexion." Pittsburgh Chronicle-Telegraph. The Best Man. Wiggles "Whc was the best man at Miss Pompon's wedding?" Giggles "We all thought that her father was until we found out that his wedding gift of a one-hundred-thousand-dollar check was only a dummy." "What excuse have you to offei for your behavior, Jack? Corne speali up." "I haven't anything to say until I see my mother," said the boy. "We have a rule in our school that no ex cuses are good unless written by one of a boy's parents, and I ain't a-goin to break it." Harper's Bazar. Mother "Where have you been, Johnny? Your hair is dripping wet and your stockings are full of sand. Surely you haven't been in bathing, wheu I told you you mustn't?" Johnny "That's just like a woman; alwayt trying . to find out how a man spends his time when away from the house!' Boston Transcript. The stout man wiped off his fore head. "Yes, I was a good deal rue down before I got a bicycle," he said; "but now," he added, determinedly gapping the handles and taking aim at an old lady crossing the street, "il is t-"e other people who are that way. The old lady was piled up in the gut ter. N. Y. Recorder. Gratuitous Insertion. "That's all right!" The advertising managei leaned over the prostrate form of the burglar whom he had caught in his room. He had struck the robber down but his hand was injured by the blow. "I put it in a bold-faced type," be mur mured. Then kicking the fallen rob ber, he again scanned the man's face. 'Nicely illustrated with cuts," he con tinued,", "but I'll not charge you foi the display!" Then the moon went be hind . cloud and wept, while th stricke-a thief groaned iuwardly. N, Y. World. , SCHOOL AND CHURCH. Orders have been sent to London for 5,C00 Bibles. 5,000 hymn books and 5,000 catechisms, to be sold in the Fiji; islands . Xhe Fiji islanders gave near ly 25,000 to foreign missions last year. The West Presbyterian church in. New York, formerly Dr. Paxton's, ha unanimously called Rev. Anthony H. Evans, of Lockport, N. Y., to the pas torate of the church at a salary of S1Q, 000 a year. He has accepted. As a result of the stimulus to sys tematic giving received at the Cleve land convention an Ohio Christian En deavor society that bjjfore the conven tion had not been self-supporting now gives contributions amounting to more than thirty dollars a month. Thomas McKean, of Philadelphia has given $50,000 to the university of Pennsylvania in response to Provost Harrison's appeal for $5,000,000 for buildings, equipment and endowment. This is Mr. Mclvean's second contribu tion, as he gave an equal amount & few months ago. The gift is without restrictions. The rooms in which the sessions of the Harvard summer school are held are lettered instead of numbered. One ot the professors, besieged by a swarm ot ladies with questions, said to one of them: "Miss Blank, I will see you in H!" The fair petitioner almost fainted before she realized just what the re mark meant. The Friends, or Quakers, at first :alled themselves "Seekers," from their assertion that they sought the kingdom of Heaven in the same ban ner as it was sought by Nicodemus. They were called Quakers in ridicule because Fox, their founder, frequently bade his hearers "Quake and tremble it the word of the Lord." The Shakers had their peculiar iesignation given to them in derision. During the religious excitements which were encouraged by their form af worship, members of this sect often fell into convulsive tremblings, some times ending in partial or total uncon sciousness, and this singular phenom enon gave a name to the sect. The official catalogue of Berlin aniversity for the summer semester of 1895 shows that there are 3S member Df the faculty, including 171 privat locents and' five teachers. In the faculty of theology - there are 19, in that of law 26, in that of medicine 124, ind in that of philosophy 186. The number of matriculated students for the same term is 4,265; of these 3.613 ire from Germany, 453 from other iountries of Europe, 189 from America, ind 12 from Asia. Of the total num ber, 403 are taking the 'course in theology, 1.218 that of law, 1,080 that :f medicine, and 1,564 that of philosophy. Including those who matriculated during a preceding semester there were 4,730 in the win- tersemester, excluding 77 matriculated, -jxcused from attending classes. There were besides 540 other persons who were permitted to attend classes, mak ing the attendance at the winter semester 5,347. HOUSES FOR HOMES. f he Palntlujr Should be In Harmony with the Surroundings. In frame houses there is, unluckily. in almost infinite variety of colored paints. When one passes between the rows of small and cheaply-ornamented frame houses which disfigure our sub urbs and the many "parks" which run for miles beside our railroads, one ;ould almost wish that paints had nev r been invented. Are our carpenters ind contractors and the buyers of their wares all born color-blind that they 2an endure without suffering the va ried patches of hideous coloring that rush past our aching eyes? Red, blue, green, yellow, and sometimes all four, or even more, on one luckless housel But the fault is not altogether in the colors. A red house may be even beau tiful if the tint be dark and soft, like that of the sumac berries, and half hidden in masses of green. But it is an affront to the eyes vjien spread over the boards of a high and much be-angled house broiling on a sand bank by an unfinished roadway, with out even a bush to shelter it.. The once much-derided white house with green blinds seems now to be regaining favor, and it has at least the advant age of making no pretensions to aught but neatness, cheer and comfort. With plenty of green about it, it also is even beautiful. Besides the white, and the deep soft red in suitable situations, there is- a good combination of cream color (real cream, not made with chrome-yellow, but by mixing a little yellow ochre with a good deal of white lead) with white trimmings, and there are a few tints of gray or brown which may be used to advantage, but only in two. or at most in three shades, and always at the same color, using tlrs lightest for the body of the house, and the darker for tritnraings and window blinds. All attempts at stripping or panelling are odious. Even after one has done one's best to secure softness and unobtrusiveness of color, one is impatient for vines to grow, and with their cool green in summer or chang ing hues in autumn, or by the delicate tracery of their denuded stems in winter, to soften all crudities oi out line or tint Harper's Bazr. Trying: to lie Exact. "I am looking for my son," said the sharp-featured woman. "Have you seen a tall, slim boy about this build ing?" - "Very tall, was he?" inquired tht sleepy janitor, who was sitting in a chair tilted back against the wall. "Extremely tall. And slender." "I think I saw him in here a few minutes ago." "Where was he?" "As nearly as I could make out, ma'am, he was on the first and second floors." Chicago Tribune. ' Charles "What makes you looic si glum, Harry?" Harry "Maud Sweet Berthas thrown me over." Charles "Oh, I wouldn't mind that; a womats never hits where she means to whta she throws." Bcstoa Transcript.