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$1 M' 1 I -t 'i- rt* IT a Ji if eft- •.- r, s* sSg aae*etalla. Queen Natalie, whoso separation from her husband, King Milan, of 8ervia, on account of political and other differences, has travelled over i, and her history has filled iberless columns in the jonrnals of the world. It is nnnecessary to TCview the situation of Servia, whose peculiar relations to Russia and Austria, have magnified the import ance of this little kingdom and the intrigues in which has disrupted its lately happy family. Queen Natalie is the daughter of a Co'onel in the Russian Imperial Guard. Kechko, of Bessarabia, and of Princess Puleherie Sbroudga, a Rou manian. She was born May12,1859, and married the reigning Prince of Ser viainOctober,1875. Tneironlychild, Alexander was born August 14,1876. His mother has superintended his ed ucation. It is difficult to describe the rare and exceeding beauty of the Queen. Her classical features have at the same time a commanding royal majesty and the charm of a playful girl. Her Hair broad forehead is crowned with a profusion of jet black hair her al mond-shaped brown eyes have a look at once inexpressibly tender and sparkling with intelligence her rip- pling smile and silvery laughter iiv radiate a dear and pale complexion, recalling her own Russian snows, Warmed into richer coloring by the Eastern suns. She is tall and sur passingly graceful, and her manners nave a subtle charm, partly royal and'wholly feminine. The Queen is well read and pos sesses a solid and varied intruction. She speaks French quite fluently and takes particular pleasure in reading the poetry of France as well as all the publications treating on history, which is her favorite study. On her book shelves, besides the classics and serious volumes, can be seen the works of Taine, Coppia, with his Kdfusical verse Sullylrudhomme, the Jjjitirist L'Amand and Alphonse Daudet. Before the fatal Servian Bulgarian war broke out, while she was enjoying her popularity and the glory of her late accession to the royal crown, Queen Natalie had made her remote little court the re Bort of Western elegance, wit, and refinement, and enlivened it with re ceptions over which she presided with juvenile gayety and womanly tact. At the time of her marriage to the man who now seeks divorce from her, he was known as Prince Milan. On March 6,. 1882, he was proclaimed King Milan I. His seat is a very un easy one, and it is open to doubt that his present policy will save him much longer from the ignominy of losing his crown. A Modern Tantalns, From the New York San. At the centennial banquet a lady, when told that Gen. Sherman often attended 15-course dinners a week, asked how he managed to escape gastronomic suicide. "I do not eat 15 per cent, of all the dinners I .go to," he said. "I go to see the dinners and enjoy their Ojoyment, which I never could do if "were foolish enough, to treat my stomach disrespectfully. You see, it has been too staunch a friend to neglect. I eat to live, and am satis fied with the simplest, kind of food. Then 1 take great pains to give hunger a show, and while I believe most thoroughly in the value of regular hours, for meals and rest, I have learned bow to go through a -j dining room without eating a morsel without being detected, and without 3 hurting the taste of the hostess." k. Perfectly Convenient, "Could you render a poor printei, Ik out of work and destitue, a little as sistance?" queried a disreputable looking specimen as he came, in a rather hesitating manner, into the sanctum. "Don't put yourself out" he added hastily as the editor rose fl with great suddiness' "don't put yourself out." "I won't," said the editor cheerful ly, as he rolled up his sleeves, "it isn't myself that Fm going to put out."—Epoch. x, A few pigs can be kept and fat tened with very slight expense, mere "v- ly by feeding them what would oth wasted, and if given in XZ^fdition what a large, healthy dog would require the pigs will be fat all the time. Nothing that is eatable, unless it be tomatoes, comes amiss to the pig, and the man who said he fed all he grew to his pigs, and lives wrhimselt on what the pigs would not eat, must have fared rather poorly. The amount of garbage gathered in large cities and in many places, dumped instead of beingfed to hogs, shows a great waste of pig feed, and also a violation of the laws ofhealth. The pigs will dispose ofthis garbage with less offence to the public than it can be disposed of in any other SCHOOL-BOY DAT& Beminisoenoes of Experiences with Femi* nine Teachers of Y«y Ing Ages, 1 Cleveland Miter's Aceowt of Dramatis Iaeidents ia the School iooa-Iha Yonng feather Is a Iweet Creators but is lacking *TSet There are teachers and teachers, says the editor of the Cleveland, O., Union. There is the elderly teacher •f matronly proportions and the lovely but inexperienced girl who has just doffed her beautiful graduating dress and taken upon her young shoulders the training of a room full of young sters whose highest ambition is to throw spit balls and make faces behind the teacher's back. The girl school teacher is a sweet creature, but it is the elderly, matronly appearing teach* er, with a good fund of experience, who is much more capable of controll ing a large body of children. The latter is not so liable to fly off the handle when she catches a girl writing notes or a boy peppering the surround ing landscape with spit balls. She is also more capable of making the pun ishment fit the crime in case a seance with a fractious pupil becomes an overpowering necessity. When one of the inexperienced girl teachers in a moment of etreme irritability in dulges in the art of corporeal punish ment, there is always more or less fun for the school and disarrangement of wearing apparel for her. Unfortu nately, it is also one of those utterly incomprehensible freaks of nature that the smaller and paler and sicklier the teacher the bigger and more vicious the boy that she tackles. There is something degrading in the spectacle of a fragile, well educated, unmarried female scbool teacher dancing madly up and down the room in the embrace of an overgrown boy with a dirty nose and a sore heel. Memory brings to my mind's eye the scenes of the bent pin, slapped ear days of my, youth. I was a boy with a stubbed toe and many freckles. I was also a nuisance to the world at large and a sort of gymnasium to the teachers. I had but one virtue —I, a patient little cuss. I kindly nllowed the girl teacher to bend my fingers back as though the knuckles worked on hinges and o.hm»» the flies off of my soiled palm with a big ruler. Then I retired to my seat and wrote notes to the girls across the aisle, which if published in book form would cause the average "letters of courtship and marriage book" to be come a nauseating drug in the literary mantet. The sweet girl teacher grab bed me by the coat collar 'and shook me until my head looked like seven teen heads to the rest of the scholars and I could see the air full of stars and stripes and the signs of the zodiac. "There now, young man, perhaps you will behave after thlsP' she gasped, breathless with her exertion, but I only smole a sickly smile as I retired to my desk, and when she turned her head I fixed a perpendicular slate, pencil in the chair of the "teacher's pet," so as to impale him when he sat down after reciting. When his wild shriek arose on the stilly air and he ran madly up and down the aisle with the slate pencil sticking to his polonaise, I was willing to call things square, but the teacher wasn't She came over and laid her girlish, lily white hand on my ear, in a manner that caused me to hear the roar of Niagara Falls distinctly. There also seemed to be more or less heavy cannonading taking place on the rim of my auricular organ. When I recovered consciousness I decided to offer a remonstrance to any. further demonstrations of this nature on her part I "passed" at the end of the term, notwithstanding her efforts to teach me nine different studies in al most as many minutes, and was land ed over to a muscular young lady, who proposed, in my bearing, to take the nonsense out of me via the rapid trans it route. She, pulled the girls' ears so they hung down ontheir shoulders, and slapped the boysro.ut of their seats with a single graceful swipe of the hand. One day-she caught me studying my geography lesson out of a yellow-covered book entitled "Rattle snake -Mike, or the mystery of the Blood Sausage." She ran a foot-race with me around the room, then laid both hands upon my shoulders and at tempted to wave me about in the air, but the back of the chair to which I clung came out and we both fell back upon our shoulder blades while an angular pair of youthful legs together with a brilliant display of striped stockings rose high ia the air. We were disentangled with some difficulty and while the teacher was looking for her back hair, I went home with fly ing colors and order* not to return. I finally ended the boycott by resort ing to arbitration, and was transferred to another room and the tender mercies of a round faced little woman teacher whose head had become well shaped in her long experience ia the school room. As usual, I soon kicked Up high jinks, and was ordered to stay after school. I sized up her big ruler and well developed arms and decided there was going to be trouble. I could hear the boys whistling and shouting outside and wished I had been un mercifully flogged before the whole school and allowed to go. One by one the scholars went out and finally we were alone. "Down here to my desk," a firm but unpleasant voice said, and I swaggered up defiantly. The expected punishment cume, but in a- different form from that expected. A pair of soft arms entwined themselves about me, a pair of soft motherly eyes look ed down into my rebellious young heart while a voice in tender accents pleaded with me to be a good boy for the sake of those who loved me. Then she kissed my trembling lips, and my eyes and nose suddenly dissolved at the same moment and between my sobs I said, "Ye-ye-e-yes, I wou-wou-would be goo-good, boo-hoo!" I was con quered, and the next day at recess I licked the mischief out of a boy who had dared to maty faces at our dear teacher behind her hack, rW fat. Just uft«* the death of the flowers, & And before they are buried in snow, There comes a festive e*Mon, When Nature ia all aglow— ,, u:i Aglow with a mystic aplcndor That rival* the beauty of Spring— Aglow with a beauty more tender Than aught whlchlalrSummorcould bring. Home spirit akin to the rainbow That borrows Ita magical dyes, Aud mantle* the far-spreading landacapo In hues that bewildor the eyea. The sun from Ma cloud-pillowed chamber Smiles soft on a vision ao gay, And dreams that hia favorite children The flowera, have not yet paaaed away. O! beautiful Indian Summer! 'fhou favorite child of the year Though darling whom Nature enriches with gifta and adornmenta ao dear! How fain would we woo the* to linger _0n mountain and meadow awhile, For our liearta, like the aweet haunts of Na ture. Rejoice and grow young in thy smile. Not alone to the sad ilelda of Antnmn Dost though a loBt brightness restore, But thou bringest a word-weary spirit Sweet dreams of ita childhood once mors: Thy loveliness fills ua with memories Of all that was brightnesa and best— Thy peace and serenity offer A loretaate of heavenly rest. Her Husbands Letter. is best on the whole not to read your hus band's letters until he hands them to you, and it is much the best not to ex amine his pock ets, except for holes, and then set aside whatever you find there without examination. I believe that Mrs. Elliott would give any young wife that advice to day but therewaa a time—we are all fallible, being mortal—when she had been married about two years, that she made herself an amateur detec tive so far as her Frank wentr and had found holes that she could not explain—one that had' something in it abont Clara particularly. It was only half a letter, but ic was suspi cious. Naturally jealous, she was too proud to betray the fact intentional* ly but there is nokeeping a secret of that sort from the servants. They knew it, other people guessed at it. Her fancies about Gam—oh, who was Clara?—made her heart ache* but rumaging and prying did not help her. When her husband was away—as he often was—she suffered tortures. He might, for all she knew, be lead* ing a double life, and as she steamed all his letters open before she for warded them, and now and then found something that might mean more than it said and so we come to an afternoon when she—Mrs. Elliott came down stairs dressed for dinner, for which she always made a careful toilet, and met the waitress ascend* ing the upper floor. The girl's place at that moment was in the dining room, and Mrs. Elliott knew that nothing was needed or forgotten that pertained to the dinner more over the girl had an air of secrecy about her, and seemed to be hiding something under her apron. "What's that you have there, Rosa?" Mrs. Elliott asked a little sharply. The girl stopped, looked down, and answered: "Only a letter ma'am." "For yourself?" asked Miis. Elliott. "No, ma'am, for master," said the girl. "Well, give it to me," said Mrs. Elliott. The girl hesitated. "Indeed, ma'am, the lady said to give it to himself," said Rosa. "A lady? A. beggar with a petition, I suppose," said Mrs. Elliott. "A lady, ma'am,' and she's gone," said the girl. "She wore a blue veil but I never saw her before, I'm sure." "Oh, very well," replied her mis tress. "Give me the note. Mr. Elli ott is shaving and would not wish to be disturbed. The girl gave a little impertinent toss to her head as she obeyed and flounced downstairs in a way that made her mistress resolve to give her warning. The trouble was that the lady in the blue veil had given Rosa some money had whispered, "Mr. Elliott, and no one else," and- had hurried away in a suspicious mannner. Mrs. Elliott meanwhile stood turning the envelope over. The ad dress was merely her husband's name—Mr. Frank Elliott—and the edge of the flap was stUl damp, as if sealed at the aoor. It would open at th% touch—she could read it and know its contents if she chose.. "I do chose," she said the next moment, and the edge of the en velope rolled back and a slip of paper fell out. On it was written these words: "Dbab Fbank: Meet me at the usual place If yon can dodge your wife. A moment more and the letter was reseated, and Mrs. Elliott, trembling with anger, stood leaning against the window frame. She felt that the dread that had been upon her HaH taken shape at last. However, she would not be hasty. She would wait until she was sure that he desired to receive the letter. Ifhedidnot obey the summons it would prove to her that he was true to her. Then she would tell him what she knew and ask his confidence. She carried the letter down-stairs with her and placed it at his plate, and as he opened it she watched him closely. It certainly did not seem to please him. He frowned, changed color, and thrust it into his pocket but he went on with his dinner without any remark. Mrs. Elliott, however, could not re main silent. "You look as thoi ceived a plumber's hi He laughed. you had re she said. 'snot a bin," 1» said "it's a note, and it vexes me because I "Ml have to changemy plans for tonight. 1 intended to takeyou to the theater n,°* I can not do it. I shall have to leave you, and, what is more, I shall not be back until to morrow night. I'll send a messenger to Uncle James. He will escort you to the theater and "I will not go with your uncle James, said Mrs. Elliott, sharply. -You must take me 1^will not be used in this way you must go with me." My dear, I can not tell you how it vexes me to have to leave you," said Mr. Elliott. "Frank," she answered, "I haveal ways said that there are somethings which a wile should not endure." "Liezie, my dear, listen. I will take ypu to the theater tomorrow night or the night after we will enjoy our selves quite as well. I think it will rain tonight, anyhow." "Do you suppose I am a baby to fret about not seeing a play?" said Mrs. Elliott. "No Frank, only you muBt tell me why you break the en gagement and where you aregoing." "Business, my dear, business," said Mr. Elliott, in an artifical manner. "Ill explain some day. Business is business. Now, be quiet and com-' fortable, like a good girl. Good night." He tried to kiss her, but she push ed him away. Then he took his hat and overcoat and left the house with a little laugh not like his own. Hardly had he passed the threshold when bis wife sprung to her feet, slip ped on an ulster that hung in a closet in the dining room hall, donned a lit tle round cap and gray veil, and sneaked out of the basement door sneak was the word. "She's following him this time," said Rosa to the cook. "Jealous again," said cook. "I guess he's giving her reason/' said Roea. "It's something dreadful," said cook, "the way married men go on.'r Meanwhile Mrs. Elliott lurked in the shadow of the stone balustrades and saw that her husband stood un der the gas-lamp at the corner ex amining the note which he had1 re ceived. Well, wherever he went there also she'would go. Whosoever he might meet should also meet her. This was the end of everything, the finale. But she would not weep—she would have long years for that. She would behave as an insulted wife shouldl He was about to enter a caor she' also hailed it. An ulster and a thick veil reduce all women to- one level. He would, not know her even if he saw her. She sat in her corner and saw that he stood' on the platform smoking.. Which way the car was going she scarcely noticed. He left it at last and entered another so did she Again he smoked on the- platform, but at last "Fort Ice ferryi shouted the conductor and she followed her husband into a ferry-boat. It was dark, and though it did not rain the air was full. of moisture* There were very few people upon the boat, but several of them were brutal-look ing men, and they stared at her,, seeming to wonder at her thick veil. She had forgotten her gloves and her small, white hands glistened with rings, some of them very valuable. As she left the ferry and, follow ing her husband's figure, crossed the great track of a railroad Bhe trembled with terror. As he ascend ed the bluff she kilted her skirts and followed. Who could Clara be? What man ner of womau was she to appoint a a rendesvous. like this? It was a nasty, slippery, unpleasant place. There was a drinking saloon hard by which seemed to be full ofroughmen. She drew so near toher husband that she could have, touched his coat as thev passed this place. but he did not look around. And now it began to rain in earnest, and the road they had turned into .seamed to be two feet deep with mud, and still Mr. Elliott marched on. At last a fright? fill thing occurred to Lizzie. Shtf wore upon her feet a pair of patent leather ties, and with all this climb ing and straining of the shoes the ribbons had come undone. Suddenly thp mud caught at them with that curious power of suction which mud seems to have at times, and the shoes came off. In' vain she felt around for them they seemed to have vanished. Just then: "Halloo!" said a voice near her "what's the matter with you, young woman?" "I—nothing!" gasped Mrs. Elliott. A large policeman stood before her. "This an't no place foryoungwom en to. be kitfiig around alone," said the policeman. "It's dangerous if you're a decent girl. What's hap pened? Lostyourself?" "No," said Mrs. Elliott, "I'm not alone there's my husband! Frank! Frank! Frank!" Mr. Elliottturned and walked back. "Left you behind did I Lizzie?" be said. "You're a mighty careful husband," said the policeman, "I do think,"and strode away. Then Mr. Eliot who was a strong man, simply picked his little wife up inbiBarmsand carried her back to the f[ere rounds which encircled the tavern. he set her down upon a wooden platform. Then for a moment he vanished and returned with a jrlass of wine, which he made Mrs. EUiott drink. "I've hired a cab," he said "we'll drive back to the ferry. It's too stormy a night to go looking for Clara besides, she's thousands of miles away." "Clara!" cried Mrs. Elliott. "Don't speak of Clara—how dare you?" "She very nearly ruined me, my dear. I threw away lots of money on her," said Mr- Elliott, "but she is looking up now. My dear, I know you've been rummaging my pockets and reading my letters for two years, but I only found out what you sus pected when mv mother told me that you had asked her if I had ever known a lady named Clara before I met you." "On, Frank, don't try to deceive me!" sobbed Lizzie. "I read the note the woman left tonight—I—" "Oh, I knew it," said Mr. Elliott: "it was fixed for you to read. Iwrote it to myself, and my mother Mt A it dooratdinner tim& might^now you were coming down stairs, and I've kept an eye on you— I've watched you ever since you left the door. My dear child, 1 never knew a Clara in my life I never had a doubtful love affair even as a boy. The note you saw was about an oil well in which I had shares—the Clara. She was a fickle creature, I admit, and made me anxious, but since you were bound to be jealous "Carriage, sir?" said the driver. Mr. Elliott lifted his shoeless wife into the vehicle, and half way home she vowed that she would never for give him, but the other halfshe wept upon his vest. "I felt so helpless without my shoes," she declares, "that my spirit was fairly broken." But at all events she was never jealous of Clara again.—Firesido Companion. An Old Skipper's Yarn* Dow nSouth street, the other day, they were talking about a schooner which had been struck by lightning, when the reporter singled out an old mariner, and said: "Captain it seems to me I've read or heard of you brig being struck?" "Yes, she was," answered the old yarn-spinner. "Where was it?" "Off Point Aux Barques, about fif. teen years ago. Very Btrange case, that. Probably the only one of the kind ever heard of." "Give us the particulars." Well, we were jogging along down when a thunderstorm overtook us, and the very first flash of light ning struck the deck amidship and bored a hole as big as my leg right down through the bottom of the ves sel." "And she foundered, of course?" "No, sir. The water began rushing in, and she would have foundered, but there came a second flash, and a bolt struck my fore-to'-gallant-mast. It was cut off near the top, turned bottom end up, and as it came down it entered the bole and plugged it up as tight as a drum. When we got down to dry dock we simply sawed off either end and left the plug in the planks." A Terrible Superstition, A correspondent of Notes and Queries sends the following extract from a letter received the 13th of June from an English merchant at Pernambuco In Brazil: There has been quite a reign of terror here dur ing past fortnight, owing to the dis apearanee of abowt a dozen children, who have, it is said, been kidnaped, some say to be trained for thecircus, others to be- killed for the benefit of sufferers from leprosy, for which dis ease there is no cure,but an old super stition is that a cure may be obtained if the persons attacked eat the inter nal organs of a young, healthy child, wash themselves with its blood, and make grease of its body for anoint ing their bodies. Whether there is any truth tn the presumed connec tion between this belief and the dis appearance of the children I cannot tell: anyway, report savs there is the demand, and that the price paid for a child is £10. Itseemsreallytoo horrible to be true anyway, a panic exists, and bardly any children are now seen out, and the public schools have been almost deserted. Some people who were supposed to have bought some children had their car riage stopped in the street and were stoned. Our children now go out for their walks attended by two sen vants."—St James's Gazette. I a A Eatery Silk, Silk is an agreeable and healthy article. Used in dress, it retains the electricity of our bodies in the drap if^prroomsand furniture-covers the sunbeams, giving them ftT^fr brilliancy, and it heightens ctifoiVytoith a charming light. It posMMpes an element of cheerfulness, of which the dull slices of wool are destitute. It also promotes clean liness, and will not readily imbibe dirt, and does not harbor vermin as kindly as wool does. Its continually growing use by man, accordingly, is beneficial in many ways. Grace and beauty, even, owe something to silk. You cannot stiffen it like woolen or linen without destroying all its gloss and value. The more silk ribbons, therefore—the more silk kerchiefs and robes are used instead of linen and wool—the moregraceful becomes the outward aspect of mankind. A number of strange, grotespue fash ions originating in the use of linen would never have been invented during the more general employment oi silk. The fluttering of ribbon, the rustling and flowing skirts of silk, the silk kerchief loosely knotted round the neck, have materially con tributed to make our customs more natnral and pleasing to the eye.—Ex change. Stranger* ut Mourners. The "touch of nature which makes the whole world kin" was exemplified this summer in a little Swiss village. An American gentleman travelling for his health, accompained by his sister, died suddenly of hemorrhage at the village inn. A temporary in terment was nessesary, to permit communication with friends this side of the water. At the simple service in the little cemetery on the mountain side the bereaved sister noticed with surprise four gentlemen, evidently not natives, standing a little way from her, with uncovered heads. She found afterward that of these self-imposed mourners, one wns a Scotch-man from Glasgow, another an Englishman from Sheffield, and the others two German gentlemen. The latter were travelling in com pany, but were strangers to th» others, who in turnwereuoacqiiaini ed with each other. Yet all ot't in-n. had delayed their departure over one diligence to pay a tribute of respect to the unknown man, dead In a Strang* land, and the solitary mourn er tar from •v homo.—LondQU Letter- AMCfBNT CIVILIZATIONS. Arm We 8o Vary Muoh Wlsar Than Pormar Generations? The discoveries of recent years ia Egypt, in Asia Minor, In Palestine, and in other places where the civiliza tion of the ancient was most perfect, have done much to enlighten the modern world on the subject of ancient history and customs, and have supplied many missing Unks that promise in time to unravel the whole mystery of the progress of the human race back to the prehistoric dates. The most remarkable development of this latest Babylonian discovery, a feature common to all the antiquarian discoveries of recent years, fe that a very high degree of civilization is in dicated to have existed in those old days which for so many centuries the world has been taught to call barbaric and heathen. What fragmentary in formation we have hitherto possessed told of wars and strifes of these ancient people, but intimated very little of their social and domestic life. We have bad only the colossal relics of their past grandeur to study, and while these proved the existence of a lost civilization, they were but dumb wit nesses of the greatness of the men reared- them. Now, after thousands of years of waiting, the buried knowledge is coming to light, and the ancient relics are beginning to -unravel the mystery of their existence. The monuments of old Egypt,, her ruined temples and gorgeous palaces all pointed to a degree of civilization existing in the dead past that might well put to blush the boasted progress of our nineteenth century, and now that the documentary evidence is- com ing to light it is made evident that the silent monuments of ancient greatness have not belled their creators. The ignorance of the- world's past that has prevailed for so'tnany hundred years is easily explained ia the de struction caused at the end of the Ro man period by the- barbarians that overran Europe and in the devastation of the followers of Mahomet in the east. Had the ancient and celebrated Alexan drian library been spared by the torch, or hadjthe hardly less celebrated! col lection of Constantinople- disappeared with the eastern empire, and with so' many of the arts that-were-blotted out with it the world's knowledge of an cient man might have been- more ex tended, but the destruction of the dark ages has left gaps that may never be filled up. The labors of learned antiquarians of the past half century have done and are doing much to restore the ravishes oi the barbarism of the middle ages, and slowly but surely the tangled thread of the history of the-human race is being unraveled. The Origin of Lager Beer. Fable says that one GambrlnuB, a fiddler, being jilted by his intended, went into the woods with a view of hanging himself. Just as he was about to drop, a weird old man in a green coat appeared and bargained with the disconsolate fiddler to enjoy thirty years of great prosperity, but then to give his soul up to the devil. The fiddler consented, and his satanio ally helped him to invent lager beer. The emperor was so pleased with this drink that he made Gambrinus the duke of Brabant and the count of Flanders. At the end of thirty years the devil sent Jocko, one of his envoys to, receive the soul, as bargained. Jocko found Gambrinus busy drinking lager beer, drank freely himself, and finally became so drunk that he could not fulfill his mission. So Gambrinus was left to drink to his- heart's content, and he kept on until he finally turned into a beer barrel.—Ex. Woman's Use of Arsenic. According to the Philadelphia Rec ord a well known druggist makes the statement that fly-paper is largely used in England by women for the purpose to which Mrs. Maybrick devoted it. Soaking the paper in water will extract the arsenic from the sheet a# transfer the poison to the liquid. It is then ap plied to the skin or drank .ita minute doses with the result which is so ap parent- in Mrs. Maybrick's appearance. Like the opium habit arsenic eating grows upon the victim, and its work is Germany, which produced1 Josef slow but sure. Arsenic is used for annointing purposes, too,, by large numbers of working girls who toil in the mills and the factories. They have not yet learned the art of eating the drug/and employ it in a crude fashion by dissolving the sub stance ia water and applying it in Lotioorllke form to the face and hands. Its baneful effects are not sfc quickly apparent as are those of arseaie eating, but sooner or later the foolish victims of the poisonous drug contract an appe tite for it, and their death fe but a mat" tor of months. It is impossible to esitmate the num ber of deaths among women for which the use of arsenic is responsible, owing to their secrecy ia using the drug. But a goodly proportion of so-called blood poisoning cases can be traced to an ignorant use of arsenic. There is no denying the fact that its use is daily in creasing. A frugal Hint "So, then, my poor woman, your husband had to have bis leg taken off?" "Yes, bad luck to it! Fancy, only a week ago I bought him a new pair of shoes. Now, what am I to do with tho odd one?" Lika Any Other Standing Army. General Booth says the Salvation Army has 2,700 societies, 8,000 officers and an annual income of $4,000,000. That's just like the other churches. Salvation's free, but it costs money to maintain an army of officers.— Bur dette. In nature all ia managed for the beat, with perfect frugality and Just reserve, pro fuse to none, bu] employ!*? but 'J' --ViSwiV--- "tentiful to all never more than enough, Wafc.NtieacaiBf the to what to "*WT« an amuirii«li^fiMi^nkiliiM ed in my shares with me a.gM^on fpr fishing,, and during the season wf frequently take a boat and fpw outto. tta mouth of the river to MforpOti and white bass with minnows. Boms' unscrupulous person has told nif wife that male fish will not hits a hook held by a man and vice vena* so that one lovely evening toward the latter part of June, when we haff $ dropped our anchor on our accus* tomed fishing ground, 1 said "Now, my darling, we will soon see whether there is more he or she fish in the creek." We had hardly assumed ths easiest possibleposition to await the bites, when my wife, in her accus tomed energetic manner, succeeded in landing a two pound white bass. She did not say "First blood," wom en are so funny, you know, but I am sure she thought it. A weary half hour dragged away No bite. I began to think my min now must be off, and pulled up to Bee. "\J£hile adjusting the bait a mean but brilliant idea presented it self to me—why not catch her fish over again? As her back was part* ly turned, and she was intent on fishing, the plan seemed feasible. I put her 'poor little he bass on my nook ana slid him gently in. I had hardly got my line ont before I pulled it in aga n. I said, "We are even." This scheme worked like a charm so that, by the exercise of consider-' able tact and by working hard, I succeeded in hauling that fish in seven times before dark. I dragged him (to her) all over tde river. "Mostly she fish tonight," I said. She said, "Let's go home." As I had been having quite. a good time, I did not object. Well, when we came to string those fish there was but one in the boat. Only tbesound of the oars broke the stillness in that boat as we rode home.—Forest and Stream. —i a Western Witnem. The way to get rich with a rush is to go slow. Your friends punish you more than your enemies. Many a man knows a dollar by eight who does not know its value. When you look at some people the first thing you think of is a club. Don't try to drown your trouble fa the cup |troubles are great swim mers. The first time a manlscalledBaldy the thought of a fight comes into his head. It is so easy for a mean man to say that the people dislike him because of envy. It is safe to say that no girl ever went to a party without wearing something that was borrowed. There is a coarse streak in every man that lives it is bound to crop out if you know him too well. The two ugliest things on earth are the man who looks like a girl and the girl who looks like a man. The woman who takes three hours to dress for a party may be vain, but she will never try to act like a man. Every man knows how mean he is himself but he is not absolutely sure about his neighbors hence his fond ness for gossip. When a young man starts out to get a drink and passes an old drunk ard on the way we wonder that ha doesn't think of him. When a woman pavsanother worn* on a compliment she speaks of her as having been good-looking once, and then adds, "But my how uie has changed!" If you want to get along smoothly accept the shams of the world. If you commmence a fight on them the shams will wear you out and live long after you are dead. A slouchy woman who eaUnot make the best use of her clothes is apt to say that thewoman who dresses well1 on a similar allowance did not come by her clothes honestly.—Atchison Globe. A Maryland Prodigy. Maryland, not to be outdone dy Hoftnann, has brought tothe front a child which promisestobeasgreat a marvel as that infant prodigy. He is a manly little, tot only 6. years of age. His name is Guy Hoppe. He was born in Eminittsburgh, and inherits his musical talent from both parents. His special instrument is the coronet, one of the most difficult instruments upon which a child can preform. His rendition of difficult selections is marvelous. He has played before the leading musical critktfcof Baltimore, and has been en gageatby a mannager of that city.— New York Star. THE attempt to popularize George Eliot's works in France has'failed, her novels remaining on the publish er's hands. M. Zola explains this failure by saying that George Eliot's philosophy is too dull and sad for the Latin race. TWO FOBTOHATK ID. •r. C. A. Baeklairhaa Caatarw Frlia la The Laaltlaaa Stan Lattery. C. A. Buckingham ia night clerk oftbaUnit ed States Expreaa Company in thia city, and a sober, industrous young lellow at tbati Last month the clerks in theeame office mad* np a puree for the purpose of baying aoma tickets in the Louisiana State Lottery and asked young Buckingham to gointotheeom binntion, but he refused, aaying.tbatheneed. ed his earnings to care for hia family, a wife and child, the wife having been aick for aoma time. Just before the drawing of the 10th ol September, however, Buckingham concluded that he would try his luck, and on the qmiet aent 92 and received in return two one-twea tieth tickets. One of these waa one-tweotiath of ticket No. 69,159, which draw the tkH capital prise of $80,000. The fortunate as a* forwarded hia ticket to the Loaiaiao* State Lottery company and received in letarn 92,« S00 in hard eaah. Thia ia anottw ease at where the priie Ml into exeelleatt kaada and where it will eerve the ezeaH»t purpose al makingeaay for the tiaee ualig, at lawt, the path of a stoat daaarving yvnm mam and hta ,Twa)Tbaifc 1 of •!1* it* "sP & -f rf' -J n¥ 'fjf S •it:-. K*