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"Nicolo, Nicolo,where are you? Where have you hidden yourself? Come here I want you.'' It was a very bright-eyed little girl -who spoke these wordsunder a bright sky, toothe sunny sky of Italy. But Nicolo, a boy some years older than herself looked far from bright or happy he was lying full length upon the ground in the sunlight, but ills face was overcast and melancholy. "Lazy fellow!1' said little Gianetta, laughingly, as she came up to him, "I am out of breath calling to you. Come along: I want you. Mother has done with me, and we can make some music to gether." But Nicolo shook his head, though he smiled at his little friend. ''What is it?" asked Gianetta. "Wiit can't you come? Is it your father, again?" Nicolo sighed. He was a cheerful, happy-tempered boy by nature. And yet Gianetta often found him looking very sad. 'Tiresome, had man!' broke forth the little girl. '-He has been scolding you again but no. Stop I will say no wicked tilings of him. for he is your father and we must honor our parents, be they bad or good, Father Clement says. Bui tell me Nicolo, what has he said or done?'' "It is nothing," said Nicolo, rushing himself at length"nothing, my little Gianetta but it wearies me. It is the old tale he likes not my musicthinks it an excuse for idleness. Listen, little one. make my plans now. I cannot bear this life. I must do as he wishes learn a tiarte or somewhat, and give up my violin." "That you shall never do," said Gia uetta, cai iicstly. You think me naughty. Nifolo but I am not. I only see it plainer than you or your father. God has riven jou this talent,this great one, and you shall not hide it, you shall not bury it" The little girl's face was so veagcr that Oieolo smiled at her. But she went on, more excitedly: "Get up, this moment Nicolo, and come in v.ith me We will play some what together. Your father never scodls you \\h"ii I am lr And you shall not give uj jour music.'' The boy, hall in earnest, and hal amused, let the child drag him into a little house near, put his violin into his arms, and then set herself at the piano, while in the distance sat Nicolo's father gloomily -watching the pair. "Begin,,' said Gianetta. "and tell me when I play wrongly."' But for such a mere child, Gianetta played with marvelous correctness. As ler Nicolo, his countenai.ee cleared with every sound that he drew from his belov ed violin lie forgot his gloomy father he thought no longer of his dull, sad home, lie was wrapped in that wonderful con ceit which Hie possession of some great talent gives. With the last chord the brightness fad ed, however out of his face. "Take me limine now," said the little girl. Home was only across the street but Gianetta wanted another word in private with her friend. "Nicolo," she sa:d gravely, "never speak more of giving up the music it is not to be. I am sorry for you my poor boy I know it is a hard life, but" "But I will make a name for myself at last,"s.aid Nicolo, catching her enthusiasm "and then, perhaps, my father will have faith in me. Till then I will be brave, liftle one, so good night.'' It was a hard life for Nicolohis moth er dead, his father with no care for Ma son's one great passionmusic. Many a time the boy's spirit failed, and he even grew to doubt his own powers under the cold glance and cruel taunts which daily met him. He was sitting one day, feeling even sadder than usualdiscontented even with the sounds he drew from his instru meatwhen Gianetta's mother stood in the doorway. "The child is ill," she said, hurriedly "very ill, and calls ever for you. dome." So Nicolo went, and, though tossed with fever, his little friend smiled on him. There was, however, a longing look in his eyes but her parched lips could not form a word. "It is the violin?" asked Nicolo "oftly. She smiled again, and Nicolo fetched his treasure. A sleeping song?" he questioned. The little face grew calm and soft at his question. Swiftly the music floated tlu'ough the room, stilling the sufferer and comforting the watchers. When he had finished, Gianetta stretched out her alms. Thank j'ou dear Nicolo," she said that was pleasant. Now I shall sleep but you must never sleep you have much else to do j-ou must go out into the world, and oe famousgo away far, far from here. Do you mind my words? Will you remember them?" And she lay back exhausted on her pillow, never more to ask for music in this world. Gianetta was listening even then to the angels' song. That night Nicolo sat beside the dead bodj- of his little friend. Lights burned flowers were scattered round her, and prayers were said without ceasing in *all those long hours. It was the custom of the country it did not disturb the dead, and it comforted the living. And when morning dawned,the friend less boy went back to his little room across the road, and there he poured out his heart in a farewell strain to his dear companion who had thus suddenly been snatched from him. There wras no more now to be done but to fulfill her last command, to go out into the world and to make himself fa mous. Did he do so? Ask those who love music, and hold dear all great names in its roll of fame it they ever heard of Nicolo Paganini for it is of his boyhood that write. The following recipe for doing up shirts will be found of use to many housewives: Take two ounces of gum arabic powder put it into a pitcher and pour on it a piut or so of water and then, having covered it up, let it stand all night. In the morn iug pour it carefully from the dregs into a clean bottle, and cork it anb keep it for nse. A tablespoonful of gum water stir red into a pint of starch, made in the usu al manner, will give to the lawns, either white or printed, a look of newness, when nothing else can restore them, after they have be nwashed. What Meat Khali We Eat. BY COL. F. D. CCBTIS. The American people are gradually in creasing the consumption ot mutton. Thirty years ago but few fat sheep went to the markets. Now more than a mill ion are required annually to supply the demands of New York city alone. The great staple meat food of the cities is beaf, while in the country districts it is the flesh of swine. Farmers can not keep whole carcasses of beaf on hand, and rf preserved in salt, as they do their pork, it soon gets hard and unpalatable. A carcass of mutton being so much smaller, even in hot weither, a considerable por tion of it can be used fresh, and the bal ance pickled in salt. Mutton will keep longer in a fresh state than any other meat, and when corned it is excellent food. It is equally nutritious with beef and far more wholesome than pig-meat in any form. For persons of sedentary habits, and at all afflicted with weak di gestion, it is far healthier than beef or pork. Many people who can not digest either of the latter without distress, can eat a full meal of mutton and experience no unpleasantness whatever. It is the cleanest and purest meat food in the whole animal kingdom, as a sheep will starve before it will eat anything dirty or tainted. Mutton wastes less in the pot or oven than beef. The bones are lighter and finer in proportion to the amonnt of meat in well fed sheep, and this, alone, is an important item to those who have to buy. The less shrinkage in cooking is a considerable percentage in favor pf mut ton. The great reason why more mutton is not eaten is because of its poor quality, which is the result of no general system practiced in the production of this im portant staple. During the late war the price of wool ran up so high and the de mand was so urgent that the country was stimulated to the increasing of the flocks without regard to their kind or character. Mutton became a secondary consideration, or rather was not taken into the account at all. With the close of the war and the inevitable monetary reaction, there came a crash in the price of wool,and the sheep, bred for heavy fleeces, were sacrificed. Breeding sheep for their fleece should be confined to the great areas west of the Mississippi, and remote from market. So long as more than sixty million dol lars' worth of wool and woolen fabrics are yearly imported to supplement our defi ciencies, growing sheep in those immense regions will pay. An Eccentric Wisconsin Man. The Milwaukee (Wis. Sentinel says: Capt. William Plocker, of Brandon, is a peculiar manquite peculiar. He was educated i'cr a banker, but never adopted the profession. Thirty years ago he loca ted in the town ot Metomen, Fon du Lac countjT, having purchased a large tract of land. Previous to that he had spent some years as a steamboat official on the wes tern lakes. His was one of the best man aged farms in Metomen, yet he found am ple time to do an immense amount of reading. His library is one of the larg est in the county, embracing many of the choicest works, and everyone of the thou sands of books have been read and re-read by the captain. He is well posted on any subject, almost, that may be named. At times when thinking or reading he is ob livious to everything about him. In his early days, his farm-house, near Fairwa ter, was converted into a public house, with himself as proprietor. While the captain was in one of his brownest of brown studies, a traveler stepped in and asked if he could get accommodations. There was no answer. A second third and fourth time the question was pro pounded, with a like result. By that time the would-be patron's patience had departed, and he gave the captain a slap on the cheek which sent him whirling to the floor. Imagine the surprise of that traveler when Plocker gathered himself up, reoccupied his chair, and proceeded with his thinking, without as much as a "thank you." On one occasion, when the hired man was awry, the captain had ten milk cows to milk. It took him until nearly midnight, and when the task was completed he deliberately poured the eight pailfuls of milk into the swill bar rel, detecting the mistake just as the last pail was drained. One day, at Brandon, he went to the house of a friend when the house was full of visitors. Going to the library he picked up a book and re turned to"the parlor, filled with happy guests, stretched himself at full length on the lounge, read an hour er more, and then, without having said a word or look ed at a person, took his departure. After serving his district in the Assembly in 1875, he sold his farm for $i2,000, visited the old country, and is now a resident of Brandon, whose people talk of making him their first village president. -Mb- High Gambling in London Clubs. According to a London correspondent gamling is a vice which thrives and grows in spite of police regulations, legal pros ecutions, and daily illustrations of its perds and miseries. A year or two ago hardly a week passed over without its club card scandal. An officer high in her Majesty's army had to fly his country in disgrace for cheating at cards. A well known gentleman about town was ignom iniously kicked ont of a West End club with two aces up his sleeve. Two or three jroung men of family where ruined at a club wrere play was understood not to "run high" and a disgraceful case of card sharping came before the courts. For a time it seemed as though these exposures had a deterrent influence on high stakes and unfair players, but the old vice is still rampant, and the latest development of club gambling is the formation of a "baccarat" proprietary club, which is be ginning to excite public attention, and is likely, I hear, to come under the attention of the police. I have it on reliable infor mation that recently a young "Scotch laird," a colonel in the army, whose name I with hold for the present at all events, lost at this "baccarat" club at one sitting $350,000. His opponent had played with him from nine o'clock on Saturday night until four o'clock on Sunday morning, when the losses of the young colonel stood at this enormous sum. "I will go you double or quits," he said with the nerve of a Scotchman, though lacking the proverbial prudence of his race. "No," responded the winner, "I don't think I will let me ask you one question first, at all events." "Proceed," said the loser. "Sup posing if you go double or quits, can you pay $700,000 if you lose?" "Frankly, I can not." "Then we will not go double or quits, but we will continue to play un til ten o'clock if you like, and then I leave off." The game went on, and at ten o'clock the young Scotch laird had re duced his losings to $30,000, which he paid. Two Sides of a Sentiment. BY S. M. L. When two year old May-Blossom Comes down in clean white dress And runs to find "dear Auntie," And claim her sweet caress Then Auntie takes up blossom, And heryeyesthey glow an shine, Oh prett Baby Blossom,ifdyou were mine!" only When Blossom, in the pantry, High mounted on a chair, Has nibbled at the icing Until half the cake is bare, Then Auntie puts down Blossom, And her eyesthey jrlow and shine, "Oh, naughty Baby Blossom,if you were only mine!"Scriimer for January. Some One in the Kooni. Elijah Croly, my husband, was owner and captain ot a coasting vessel, doing a good trade and we occupied an old fash ioned and somewhat dreary house at Stepney. Elijah liked the place more than I did, and it was on his account that we stayed there so long. I thought it could make very little difference to him where we lived, for he was at home only two or three weeks out of every ten. I was often alone two months at a time and lonely enough it was sometimes. Get some one whom you like to stay with you my dear," the captain said, when I told him one day how unpleasant I felt to be alone so much. Get any on'e you please, acd before long I hope I shall be able to stay at home with yeu myself-" I took his advice, and after some in quiry, I found a woman whom I thought would suit me. Her name was Emily Sands, and she was a pleasant-taced wom an of about forty. She told me she had been left a widow with no means, and had since earned her living by needle-work and although I had intended that the woman who came every morning to do my houseword should still come, I found Emily so handy and so willing that I soon discontinued the services of the other. She was so amiable and so virtuous, that I was satisfied that I had done the best that I could do in the matter. "I hope so," he said doubtfully. "And don't you think so?" I asked. "Well, no," he replied. "Now, I'd like to know why, Elijah. Do you see anything wrong about her?" "I can't say that I do I presume it is only a notien but I have in some way conceived a kind of distrust in her face. I can't explain it, and you had better not be piejudiced by it." "You may be very sure I shall not," I rejoined, "if it has no more foundation than this." And this was all that was said between us on the subject. I was too weli ac quainted with the captun's sudden whims to attach much importance to this one. The captain remained at home this time barely two weeks. On the morning that he left to take his vessel for another trip, just after he had taken his hat to go, he oalled me into his chamber and shut the door. "Here is something, Fanny," he said, "that 1 want you to keep safe for me till I come back." And he took a paper package from his breast-pocket as he spoke. "There are ten fifty-pound notes in itfive hundred pounds in all. I will lock it up here in this bureau-drawer,and give you the key." And he did so. "No one would think of coming here for money." "Do you think you had better leave it here, Elijah??" I asked. "Why not put it in the bank?" "I mean to but I shall not have time. The money was only paid me last night. But no matter, the money will be safe where it is, and there will be no clanger about it or if you don't think so you may deposit it yourself." My husband took little thought of possibilities, and I presume that he never once thought of money from the time he left the house until he returned. As for myself, I was not so easily satisfied. I had heard enough of house plunderings and outrages of that kind to make me afraid to keep this largeamount with me. My un easiness increased as day wore on and the about three o'clock the same afternoon, I took the money and went to the bank, de termined to deposit it. The bank was closed all the banks were closed, for it was Saturday. I took the package home again, re placed it in the bureau-drawer, locked it, replaced the key in my pocket, and re solved that I would not worry any more about it. Emily called me to tea in a little while, and though not hungry, I went into the dining-room and sat whith her while she drank her tea and laughed and chatted in her vivacious way. The evening wore rather long, and Emily and I sat together in the dining room after the table was cleared, she reading aloud, and I listening, as was our custom. When the clock struck ten she laid down her book and I took my lamp, and bidding her good night, went up to my room. My chamber occupied the whole front of the second story, and Emily had. aback room upon the same floor. A bell-wire ran from my room to hers, so that I could summon her at pleasure. I placed the lamp upon the bureau, shaded it, and returned and closed the door. Then I drew my easy chair to the middle of the room, put on my slippers, and sat down for a few minutes before re tiring. And immediately I became vexed at myself to find that I was looking at the drawer that held the money, and that I was feeling in my pocket to see that the key was safe. I felt no alarm I had al most cured myself of my uneasiness but it seemed as if that money, and the dan ger of its custody, would obtrude upon me. In the impatience of the moment I turned my chair half round, and looked toward the opposite wall. The shade that I placed over the lamp confined its rays within a small circle, beyond which the bed, the furniture, the carpet and the wall paper were obscure. In the corner, to the right of the door, was an antique, high-backed chair, a favorite piece of furniture. As I turned my own chair from the bureau, my eyes rested on this object and I saw by the same glance that a human figure was sitting in it! I could not at first make out whether it was a man or a woman: I only became conscious, as I sat in bewildering, dumb terror, that I was confronted by a strang er there in that semi-darknessby some one who had ludden in the room for some object and whatjthe object is I well knew. No person wno has never been placed in such a terrifying situation as that can describe the sickening feeling which for a moment takes possession of the heart and I can only say for myself that I sat motionless for a timeI knew not how longthinking of helpless situation. There I was locked up in a room alone with a ruffian, waiting, trembling, and and expecting to hear him speak, or be come tne object of some violence. For although, as I have said, I could not dis tinguish whether it was man or woman, I did not doubt that it was the former and one of the most desperate of his kind And presently, as my eyes fell to the floor, I saw a great pair of boots thrust out upon the carpet within the radius of the light. I do not know how long we sat there in the semi-darkness of the room, facing each other, but motionless and silent it might have been three minutes or thirty. The thought of alarming Emily suddenly occurred to me, and I reached out for the bell-cord. It should have been with in easy reach of the spot where I sat but my hand failed to find it. A low chuckle came from the occupant of the old chair. "That was a clever thought of yours, missus," came forth, in a deep, rough voice, and in a clever tone of insolence. "Clever thought, marm: but bless your simple soul, do you think I was going to leave that 'ere cord there for you to make a noise with* Not by no means. It's well to be careful when you're in this kind of business, marm, and when you left me alone here beforeI then being under the bed, you seeI crawled out and took a survey of the place." My strength was returning. I became reassured, as I saw the man intended no vielence to myself. "What do you want?" I asked. He chuckled again and replied: "Now that's good you're a business woman, marm you come right to the point without any nonsense. I'm going to tell you what 1 want." He rose from the chair as he spoke, and crossed the room to the bureau, passing so close to me that his boots brushed the skirt of my dress. I shuddered and drew my chair backI could not help betraying my fear. "Be quiet, marm," he said. "I don't mean to hurt you, it I can help it. Keep still, and I won't. Let's have a look at each other. He removed the shade, and looked at me for full half a minute, as I sat in the glare of the lamp. He was a large, brawny fellow, full six feet high, and dressed ia an old suit of fustian clothes. His lace was entirely concealed by a crape mask not a feature of it could I see, from his neck to the crown of his head. He leaned one arm upon the bureau, and re garded me attentively. "You don't know me," he remarked, in an ordinary tone. "No, of course not it's best for you that you shouldn't. I thought at first there was something fa miliar in your face but I fancy I was mistaken. Well, to business, marm." And he assumed a sharp tone, and looked carefully at the bureau. "I've got a pis tol here, missus" -and he slapped his, pocket "but you're too sensible a woman, I take it, to make me use it on you. I want that money. "There's five hundred pound of it in this drawer jrou have the keygive it to me!" I handed it to him without a word. "I'll leave you now in a minute missus,'" he said, rapidly inserting the key, turn ing it, and opening the drawer, "with many thanks frr your good behavior. Is this it?" He took out the package, and held it up. "That is the money,"' I said. "She might deceive me, after all," I heard him mutter and thrusting his fore finger into the end of the envelop, he ripped it open, and pulled the end of the notes out into sight. "Yes, here it is. Now He had thrust the package into "his pocket, and was about to close the drawer, when his eye was caught by something within it. He started, thrust his hand into the dnrwer, and, taking out an object that I was well acquainted with, he bent over and scrutinized it, holding it close to the lamp. How I did wish that I could see the expression of his face at that moment! He held in his hand an ivory miniature of my husband's face, a faithful picture, made by an artist j-ears before, at my re quest, "Whose face is this?" the robber de manded, ia a voice that trembled with eagerness. My husband's." I replied. Your husband's. Yes, yesbut name?" "Elijah Croly." "Captain Crolv?" he demanded, in same tone. "Yes." The same who commanded the barque Calvert, that used to run out of Liver- pool?" I nodded my head. I knew that the the vessel named was the last one that my husband had sailed on the ocean before he bought his own coaster in fact it was the same in which I came to Eng land. "And this is Captain Croly's money? this is his house?you are his wife?" he asked rapidly, giving me no time to answer his questions. "Yes, yesI see it all. Great God!to think what I was just about to do!" He dropped into the nearest chair, ap parently faint with emotion but while I sat in deep surprise, at the unexpected turn that this affair had taken, he said: "You have no reason to fear now I will not rob you I will not harm you. Only don't make a noise. Please open the door, and you will find Jane your woman, I meanwaiting in the pas- sage." I obeyed I did not know what else to do. I unlocked and opened the door, and there, to my astonishment, stood Emily Sands arrayed in her bonnet and shawl, with a bundle in her handwait ing, I have no doubt, for a signal from within. She started upon seeing me, but the man immediately called to her by the name of Jane, telling her to come in. his the She pas3ed by me as she did so, and I whispered: "Oh, Emily, how could you betray me?" She manifested no shame or sorrow, though I know she must have heard the whispered words her face was hard and unwomanly, and its expression was sul len. And I could not doubt that she had played the spy upon my husband and myself, and had betrayed us to this man. "I've a very few words to say to you, ma'am," said the man: and all the bold ness and insolence had gone out of his voice, leaving it gentle and sorrowful. Just a few words to ask you to forgive us for what we meant to do, and to tell you what has happened to change my mind so suddenly, and why we can't rob you, as we meant to do." He took the package from his pocket with the words, and tossed it in to my lap. "That money belongs to the man that 1 love and honor more than any other on earth. I'm a hard customer, ma'am, we live by dark ways, and doings, Jane and I and I wouldn't have believed when she let me in here to-day and hid me, that I could leave the house without that money but it I'd known whom it be longed to, I'd sooner have held out my ri^ht hand to be cut off than come here as I have, and for what I came. I used to be a sailor, and was with Capt. Croly in the Calvert. "He was the very kindest and best mas ter that e\ cry handled a speaking-trum pet, and there wasn't a man aboard the bark but loved him. One night off Hat teras nil hands were sent aloft to reef in a hea'vy gale and when they came down a^ain I was missing. 'Where is he?' the captain aaked, but none of them knew. They hadn't noticed me since we all sprang into the shrouds together. 'Over board, I'm aliaid,' said the"mate and the men all seemed tearful that I -was lost. The captain hailed me through his speak ing-trumpet, and then- came back a faint, despairing cry, only just heard abo\e the piping of the storm. Captain Croly never ordeu-d anj one el&e up he cast off his coat and threw downhis trum pet, and went aloft before any one could get ahead of him. He foundme hanging with one elbow over the foieyard, and just about ready to fall fiom weakness and pain: for my other arm was twisted out of joint at the elbow b\ a turn of the ropes. He caught me, and* held me there till help came up from below, and then they carried me down. It was Captain Crolv th.it saved me from a grave in the sea: and I would have lobbed him to night. Foryive madam, if you can. We will leawyou in peace. Come, Jane!" Ql The King of Smokers- A year or two ago there died in Rotter dam a certain Mjnheer Van Klaes, to whom is certainly" due the title of "The King of Smokers."' To gain this distinc tion in the great nation of puffers must re quire almost superhuman powers and a IOAC for the Indian weed that passe*, hu man understanding. But Van Klaes was ever superior to the emergency.*! took no effort on his part to gainthe smky crown and wear it while he lived. He did not even die young, as we might have antici pated from his immoderate use ot the weed, but both enjoyed life and smoking until he had passed hit. eighty-first birth day. During the long vista of smoking year*, in which he reveled in his pipe, Van Klaes consumed four tons of tobacco, well wetted down by 500,000 quarts of ale whichhe dranknot to mention Schiedam schnapps and other national beyerages. In Mynheer's house was a sumptuons apartment, entirely devoted to pipes and tobacco. Every variety of fragrant weed grown on the earth's surface was to be found there, in the plug, cut up or shred ded cigars, cigarettes and cigarillas were grouped in tasteful display. But, above all, Mynheer's pipes first riveted the vic tor's eye. In this choice collection every branch or variety of the pipe family had its representative one could trace the whole evolution of the race, from the clum sy bowl and thick stem of Sir Walter Ra leigh's clay to the lovely carved meer chaum from Trebizond. In this temple of tobacco the veteran wouid sit puffing prodigious volumes of smoke from his well-filled pipe, only pausing now and then to wet his thirsty lips with a drink of ale. It is said that his last reflecting breath was borne from his lifeless body on a cloud of fragrant smoke. A few hours before his death, Van Klaes called for a notary to make his will. Puffing vigorously, and, after taking a puff at his Schiedam, Mynheer gave pre cise directions for the performance of his obsequies. In the first place, his coffin was to be thoroughly lined with the tops, bottoms aud sides of boxes that had con tained his favorite cigars then a bladder of the finest dry-cut Dutch golden leal was to be placed at his feet. Most important of all, his favorite pipe must be laid at his side. A firm conviction that his soul was not going to dwell in those latitudes where fire is always sure to be close at hand, caused Mynheer to direct his exe cutor to place a box of matches by his side, and with great foresight, he also de sired that a flint and steel should be add ed, as by some unforeseen occurrence the matches might dampen before they would be wanted. Having thus attended to his personal wants in the next world, Van Klaes de sired that the smokers in the neighbor hood should be invited to his fnneral, each one to be presented with ten pounds of tobacco and two pipes stamped with the name and arms of Van Klaes, togethr er with the date of the donor's demise. These guests were to be admonished to keep their pipes lighted during servica and to scatter ashes on the coffin as it was being consigned to mother earth. The peor of the vicinity who observed these instructions faithfully were to be presen ted on the anniversary of Mynheer's death with ten pounds of tobacco and a firkin of ale apiece. After these items were ar ranged to his liking Mynheer smoked, his last breath, constant to the last, and cer tainly deserving to be immortalized as the "greatest smoker since the flood." A Tarantula's Tet. The nest of a tarantula (spider) has been found in California of the most sin gular construction. It is about three inches in length by two in diameter, built in adobes, the wall being nearly half an inch thick. Inside of this is a projection, which nearly divides it into two apartments, about an inch in diameter. The inside is lined with a white downy substance, not unlike velvet, and presents one of the cleanest and most' tidy little households imaginable. But the most curious part of it is a door, which fits in to an aperture, and .closes it hermetically The door is secured by a hinge, formed of like fibrous suostance as the lining of the house, and upon which it swings with freedom. The nest is occupied by a dozen little tarantulaf. which seem to subsist on a yellow secreted substance, that appears upon the walls of the front apartment. The arrangement of the door for the protection of the little inmates indicates great instinctcve architectrual knowledge. Torture in India- A paper published in India says: The following facts, elicited at the trial at the recent sessions in North Arcot of a case in which five nath es were charged with having murdered five of their caste people, show that torture is not yet extinct in that part of the world: The prisoners' fields were robbed of a small quantity of cum boo and the deceased and three others be ing suspected of having had a hand in the robbeiy, they were, by the orders of the first prisoner, who was in the village redely (headman), seized and tied, some to the tiunks of trees and others to large stones. In the first case the feet of the unfort unate ictims were tied above ground, but the mode adopted subsequently was e\en more cruel, tor the men were bound with then faces exposed to the scorching rays of the sun. with their hands tied above their heads. The whole five hav mg been firmly bound, cold water, was, by the orders of the flist prisoner, poured upon the ligatures with the object of"tight ening the bonds and thereby increasing th" suffering of the suspected men. After Stl^s the first prisoner poured scalding water o\ei the hands and arms of the suf ferers. The object of this was to extort a con fession ot their guilt, and a statement mi plu ating others. After the men had sul i'eied excruciating agony for eight hours, and were released, it was found that one of them was dead, while the otheisunable to move. Two of them died in the hos pital.whither they were sent foi treatment one expired in his village, while the fifth was able to give his evidence before the committing magistrate, but never rallied fiom the effects of the torture, and died after the case was committed to the court of sessions The medical evidence was sickening in its details as it is described how the arms, hands and lower cxtiemities of the victims had become gangienious and how the tiugers had rotted and dropped off. The authority and influence a reddy usually ha in a \illage went in a great measure to deter the spectator of this wholesale nmrdei from interfering on be half of tortured man. The court convict ed the first, second, fourth ami fifth pris oner, and sentenced the fifth to death and the others to toansportation for life. A Disease of Indoor Life. Among the natives of Scnegambia pulmonary affections are not onlv nearlj' but absolutely unknown yet a'singleyear passed in the overcrowded man-pens and steerage-hells of the slave-trader often sufficed to develop the disease in that most virulent form known as galloping consumption and the brutal planters the Spanish Antilles made a rule of never buying an imported negro before they had "tested his wind", i.e trotted him up hill and watched his respirations. If he proved to be "a roarer" as turf men term it, they knew that the dungeon had done its work, and discounted Ins value accordingly. "If a perfectly sound man is imprisoned for life," says Baron d' Arblay, the Belgian philanthropist, "his lungs, as a rule, will first show symptoms of disease, and shorten his misery by a hectic decline, unless he should commit suicide." Our home statistics show that the per centage of death by consumption in each State bears an exact proportion to the greater or smaller number of inhabitants who follow indoor occupations, and is highest in the factory districts of New England, and the crowded cities of our central States. In Great Britain the rate increases with the latitude, and attains its maximum height in Glasgow, where, as Sir Charles Brodie remarks, windows are opened only one day for every two in Birmingham, and every three and a half in London but going farther north the percentage suddenly sinks from twenty three to eleven, and even to six, if we cross the fifty-seventh parallel, which marks the boundary between the manu facturing countries of Central Scotland and the pastoral regions of the north It is distressingly probable, then, to say the least, that consumption, that most fearful scourge of the human race, is not, a "mysterious dispensation of Providence,' nor a "product of our outrageous climate,' but the direct consequence of an out rageous violation of the physical laws of God.Dr. Felix L. Oswald, in Populm Science Monthly. The Phantom Dog Whistle. Two singular incidents, which will fur nish nuts to crack to unbelievers in the supernatural, have recently come to light in England in regard to the recent loss of the Avalanche in the British channel. A lad, who was a great friend to one of the apprentices who was lost, made ar rangements to accompany him down the channel and come ashore with the pilot, but, at the last moment before sailing, he was seized with such an indefinable and ungovernable misgiving that he declined to go, and thus escaped almost certain death. The apprentice who was lost had aretrievei dog who was very fond of him, and which answered to a shrill dog whistle that he carried. On the night of the shipwreck his mother and aunt were in the sitting-room, and the dog in the kitchen. Between 9 and 10 o'clock the ladies were startled by hearing a shrill whistle up-stairs, resembling that of the dog-whistle used by the young man. The dog heard it also, gave his usual re cognizing bark, and bounded up-stairs, where he supposed his master was. The whistle was heard by two credible wit nesses, whose testimony wa* confirmed by the response made to it by the dog of the lost sailor.