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T was a beautiful August morning ono of thouo dell clous Hummer mornings, when the air is full of melt ing bluo light, and the loaves flutter softly and the very brown sparrows dart in and out un der the eaves in aa ecstaey of tiny delight. Anil tho gold en darts of sunshine, peeping through tho shabby brown moreen curtains at No. 19 Darrel street, made a little aureolo of brightness around Polly Hopkins' brown braids, as she sat with the account book in her lap and the lop of the pencil between her teeth. 'Thirteen," said Polly, indistinctly, on account of the pencil, "and three are sixteen and three are nineteen! Threo and three are six and thirteen are nineteen. That's all I can malco of it, do what I will! Oh, dear!" "Polly, what a noise you are mak g!" said a gently reproachful voice from the adjoining room. "How do you suppose I can get a divine repo30 into my 'Evangeline's face if you keep on chattering so?" Polly rose up, stowed the pencil be hind he; ear, took the account book under her arm and wont Into the other room, where Miss Musidora Hopkins, her elder sister, stood before an easel, '(v!th her yellow hair colled carelessly around her head and her slim, pretty form enshrouded in a brown linen painting blouse. And at one glance it was easy to see that in the Hopkins family Musidora represented the ideal nd Polly the practical. "Musidora," said the little brown cheeked, brown-eyed maiden, ''is there any chance of your getting s. purchaser for that picture on exhibition at Mon roe's?'' "I don't know, I'm sure," said Musi dora, stepping back a pace or two to obtain a better view of "Evangeline's" nose. "Heeauso, if there Isn't," added Pol ly, desperately, "we can't pay the rent that's all." "Polly," said Musidora, in despair, "no one can hope to be a genius with such a sister as you. To conceive a grand idea one's mind must be entire ly at ease. To portray that idea one" must be free from every lurking care. "But the rent must be paid, per sistcd Polly. "Sell something, then." ; . "But what?" ' "The little silver teapot." "I sold that last week," sighed Pol ly. "The barometer." "That is already offered in Schnei der's window." "Aunt Janet's gold beads." "We paid the grocer yesterday with Aunt Janet's gold beads." "Well something then anything, 1 don't care what. Didn't that old lady decldo to take the furnished room up stairs?" Polly shook her head dolorously. "There are bo many furnished rooms to let," said she. "Well, then, we had better sell the furniture," said Musidora, frowning at her palette. "But don't he vexed, Musidora, aft er we've eaten and drank and lived that out." "Then," said Musidora, tragically, "we'll starve! At all events, Polly, leave me in peace now until I've dreamed out 'Evangeline's' face." And Polly trudged downstairs, saying to herself: "I wish I was a genius like Musidora, Geniuses don't feel care and del't e.ni poverty like other folks do." Just as this fancy was passing through her head, she found herself face to face with a stout gentleman in gray, with a ruddy face aud a clear blue eye. "Hello, little girl," said he, good hu moredly. "don't run over me! Where's the woman of the house?" ' "I am the woman of the house." said Polly, with dignity. "You?" said the middle-aged gentle man. "Whew-w-w!" Beg pardon. I'm aire; but tho sign on the door " "A furnished room to let," said Pol lv. eaeerly. "Quite right, sir: would j on like to look at it?" "I don't mind," said the gentleman. "Is the house quiet? Any other lodg ers?" "The house Is very quiet, sir," said Tolly. "And there's only one old lady who is quite deaf and rather near sighted and only goes out on Sundays Mrs. Jenks. her name is." That will suit me to a T," said the rtout gentleman, surveying the neat little room, with its pale green carpet, its suite of cottage furniture and the water color drawings on the wall, "and I like the room. It seeni3 clean and rool, and its windows open to the south. I like a southern aspect. It's as good for people as it is for peaches! How much a week? In advance, of course?" "Five dollars, sir," said Polly, ex pectantly. "It's a bargain," said the stout gen tleman, pulling out a bill. "Here's the first week. My trunks will come this afternoon. Please send up towels aud hot water at unce." Polly went down stairs, secretly wondering what she should do. "He wants towels and hot water," said she to herself, "and I've no maid to send with 'em. Very well! Lodg ers don't grow on every bush. I'll be the maid." And Polly tied a great checked ging ham apron above her dress, obscured her head and face in a Shaker bonnet, gave the end of her nose a dab with the stove blacking and went upstairs again with half a dozen clean towels over ber arm and a pitcher of hot water La her hand. "Please sir," said she, trying to talk through her nose in Imitation of the maid servant next door, who was trou bled with catarrh, "here's the things." "Ah!" said the stout gentleman, who stood on the hearth with his back to tho place where tho fire would have been, if there had been any Are. "Put em down, my good girl. I say." "3lr?" "What's the name of your mistress?" "Which, sir?" "Are there two of 'em?" demanded the stout gentleman. "Oh, yes, sir. There's Miss Musidora Hopkins she's a great genius and paints pictures. And there's Miss Polly, that ain't a genius and keeps house," answered the "soi dlsant" domestic. "And which of 'cm showed me up here?" "That was Miss Polly, Dir." "Ah! the one that ain't a genius." "Yes, please, sir." "She's a pretty girl, anyhow," said the stout gentleman. "You may go now, Betsy." And Polly scudded out of the room like a mouse from a trap. Musidora was still dreaming in front of the unfinished canvas, when her sis ter darted in, waving a crumpled bank note in the air. "Polly," said Musidora, "what is all this about?" "We've got a lodger," said Polly, tri umphantly. "The furnished room is let. and hero's the first week's pay in advance, and we can settle our rent now! Three cheers for the new lodg er!" And Polly spun around on her foot like Fanny Ellsler. "Perhaps ho won't he suited! Per haps he won't stay!" said Musidora, dubiously. "But then again, perhaps he will," chirped Polly. The stout gentleman did stay. He made himself friends with every ono. lie treated the deaf old lady's sick canary in a manner which filled that ancient personage's venerable head with joy; he suggested new subjects to Musidora, the genius; ho told Polly of an excellent way to take the spot of kerosene out of the carpet. He paid his rent at 6 o'clock precisely every Saturday evening, and never found out that it was Polly who hung tho fresh towels over Ills door knob, and blacked the boots he put out every day, with a ten cent piece beside them. "Somebody must do it," said Polly, when Musidora reproached her with the menial task. "And as long as we can't afford a servant, why not I?" She was a little surprised, though, when Mrs. Jenks, the deaf lodger, told her that she had heard from Mrs. Ste phen Sudbury, who had it from old Miss Peliran. who knew all about the family, that Mr. Dudley Warrcner (the spoilt, middle-aged gentleman) was a rich bachelor, with everything that Aw's s : "I?" SAID POLLY. heart could wish and a splec of eccen tricky thrown in. "And people do say," added the deaf lady, "that he's in love with one of you girls." "Musidora. of course," said Polly. "He often goes to sit in the studio of an afternoon. And nobody ccould help falling in love with Musidora." And Polly went up to her own room and cried a little, probably at the idea of losing Musidora. "It would be so lonesome," said she to herself. "Oh, so lonesome, with Mr. Wtirrener gone and Musidora." She was making a custard for tea that afternoon, when Mr. Warrener's foolstep rang on the kitchen thresh hold. "I beg your pardon, Miss Polly," said he, looking somewhat disconcerted. '"'I I wanted Betsy to post a letter for me." "She isn't in just now," said Folly, turning very red. "Can I come in?" said Mr. Warre ner. "Why, certainly," said Polly. So the stout, gentleman . came in and seated himself on a corner of the kit chen table. "Miss Polly," said he. "Sir?" said Polly. "I'm just forty years old." "Are you, sir?" said Polly, thinking within herself, "Now, he's going to tell me about Musidora. "Should you consider that too old to marry?" went on Mr. Warrener, solici tously. "Oh, dear, no," responded Polly. "Should you think any young lady would accept me if I were to propose?" he queried. "Oh, dear, yes!" Polly answered. "Would you?" "I?" said Polly, dropping her iron custard spoon In astonishment. "Yes, you." "But I thought it was Musidora that you liked." "I do like Musidora," said Mr. War rcner, "but I love little Polly." Polly Hopkins never know how it was that she found herself cryins; on the middle-aged lodger's shoulder, and he was patting her head and soothing her as if she were a child. "And so yon really do like me a lit fle," said Mr. Werrener, in a voice that sounded husky. "My gem my dear little pearl of Pollys!" JK mm ' So all the poverty and grinding and pinching came to an end. And Polly never told her husband until after they wao married of the little de- 't she had practiced on him regarding the question of Betsy. "And you really blacked my boots?" said Mr. Warrcner, reproachfully. "Yes," nodded Polly, "because I did so want you to be suited." "I'm suited now," said Mr. Warrcner, "for life." N. Y. Ledger. MAKING MONEY IN A NEW TOWN Aud It WuHii't Dug Out of the tirouud Kit her. White Plue, Nev., was almost un known to the world until one d-ay In 18G9, when a prospector struck It rich so rich that tho story of his discov ery could not be kept eecret, and the whole western country waa interested in the developments that followed. Six months after that memorable strike ono point in the camp Treas ure hill had a population of 20,000, and the whole district was the scene of a memorable bonanza excitement. As usual in such booms the gam blers followed tho rush for tho new camp, and among them were two young men who came originally from Illinois, and who were introduced aa "Jeff" and "Al" Hanklns. The new comers opened an establishment on a modest scale in a business block, up stairs, and got along so well that they soon brought cut their brother, George, as assisstant. The three brothers continued in busi ness until an accident happened which brought them prosperity and changed their plans so radically that they felt justified in moving to Chicago. Ac cording to an old miner who knew the boys at the time, Jeff and Al had been away on business. Returning to the camp by stage the rig was upset and both the 'hoys were thrown out. Jeff had his leg broken and Al turned up ia camp the next day carrying a cane and showing symptoms of suffering when anybody was around to observe. Thiags wont along this way until time came fcr the trial of suits for in ury brought by the Ha-nkinsea against the Stage company. They both proved that they had received serious aud per manent injuries in the accident, and that the Stage company was respons ible for them. The jury returned in favor of the plaintiffs. Jeff got ?15, 000 and Al $8,000. Just as soon as the cmpany had settled with them Al had one of the most remarkably sudden re coveries on record. It is currently be lieved in White Pine to this day that Al threw his cane away within thirty seconds after he was paid, but of course this is only gossip. Anyway, it was only a short time afterward that they all went to Chicago and opened itp the establishment that became famous. IGNORANCE. (iiiidin Who I,d the Jilnjt if Si'.un About London Hart Trouhlc. The King of Siam has proved himself to be familiar with English history. He has not passed a regular examina tion, but has shown himself acquainted with the occupants of the tombs in Westminster Abbey, which is about the same. The King was shown about England's Valhalla by Canon Wilber force. lie coldly passed by the statues of Pitt, Livingstone and Herschel in the nave, but paused before that of Darwin. "Darwin, great man, I know him," he remarked. The helmet worn by Henry V. at Agincourt was shown him. Ho looked at it carefully and in quired its weight. He seemed surprised when told that it weighed nine pounds, twelve ounces. When shown the flags of the Knights of the Bath, he asked for the Duke of Wellington's. Queen Elizabeth's tomb Impressed him great ly. All of a sudden he ss.id, "Where is Mary?" No one knew exactly what he meant. Then he weni on, "Mary Mary, Queen of Scots." "She was beheaded." he added. This circumstance seemed to impress him, for in a moment ho said: "Where i9 the other?" Soon it was understood that decapitation was the connecting link and that he wished to see the tomb of Charles the First. He was dis appointed to learn that Charles was buried at Windsor. In the Poet's Cor ner Tennyson and Scott received most of his attention. At St. Paul's he was shown the memorial of General Gor don, hut shocked his guides by inquir ing with great sincerity: "Who was General Gordon?" "Oh, he was a man very well known in the East," was the only answer thought necessary. Alto gether Chulalongkorn showed liimsel! to be a pretty fair historian, but better posted in ancient than modern events Ruined III" Business. "Yes." said the agitator, "I Insist that this new tariff bill is the worst thing that ever happened. They say it is going to provide a job for every body, but that's false. I can show you one man right now that it haa actually deprived of an opportunity to make a living." "Where Is he? What's his name?" "Here he is! I am the man." "How has it hurt you?" "How has it hurt me? Why, I can't get anybody to listen to me any more. Confound it. the people that I used to harangue are all being forced to work for a living again. It's a shame, so it is!" And he walked away. Cleveland Leader. Tit for Tat. "You don't know much a boot the city, do you?" said the city cousin, In his superior way as he was showing his country relative around. "No more'n you do about the farm," was the prompt reply. Chicago Post TALMAGE'S ' SERMON. "LIKE THE STARS." LAST SUN DAY'S SUBJECT. From tho Text, D.nilil xll, a: "They That Turn Aluuy to ftightrou ni'xn Sliull Shine u the Mam lot-ever al Ever." viiUY man has a 1 thousand roots and a t li o u s a n d brandies, ills roots r e a i: h down through all the earth; his branches spread through all the heavens. He speaks with voire, with eye, with hand, with foot. His silence often is loud as thunder, and his lifo is a dirge or a doxology. There Is no such thing us negative in fluence. We are all positive in the place we occupy, making the world better or making it worse, on the Lord's side or on tho devil's, making up reasons for our blessedness or ban ishment; and we have already done work in peopling heaven or hell. I hear people tell of what they are going to do. A man who has burned down a city might as well talk of some evil that he expects to do, or a man who has saved an empire might as well talk of some good that he expects to do. By the force of your evil influence you have already consumed infinite values; or you have by the power of a right influence, won whole kingdoms for God. It would he absurd for me, by elab orate argument, to prove that, the world 13 off the track. You might as well stand at the foot of an embank ment, amid the wreck of a capsized rail-train, proving by elaborate argu ment that something is out of order. Adam tumbled over the embankment sixty centuries ago, and the whole race, in one long train, has gone on tumbling in the same direction. Crash! crash! The only question now is, by what leverage can the crushed thing be lifted? By what hammer may the fragments be reconstructed? I want to show you how we may turn many to righteousness, and what will be our future pay for so doing. First. We may turn them by the charm of a right example. A child coming from a filthy homo was taught at school to wash its face. It went home so much improved in appearance that its mother washed her face. And when the father of the household came home and saw the improvement in domestic appearance, he washed his face. The neighbors, happening in, saw the change, and tried the same ex periment, until all that street was puri fied, and the next street copied its ex ample, and the whole city felt the re sult of one schoolboy washing his face. That is a fable, by which we set forth that the best way to get the world washed of its sins and pollution is to have our own heart and life cleansed and purified. A man with grace in his heart and Christian cheerfulness in his face and holy consistency in his be havior is a perpetual sermon; and tho sermon differs from others in that it has but one head, and the longer it runs the better. Again: Wo may turn many to right eousness by prayer. There is no such detective as prayer, for no one can hide away from it. It puts its hand on the shoulder of a man ten thousand miles off. It alights on a ship mid Atlantic. The little child cannot un derstand the law of electricity, or how the telegraph operator, by touching the instrument here, may dart a message under the sea to another continent; nor can we, with our small intellect, understand how the touch of a Chris tian's prayer shall instantly strike a soul on the other side of the earth. You take ship and go to some other country, and get there at eleven o'clock in the morning. You telegraph to America and the message gets here at six o'clock the same morning. In other words it seems to arrive here five hours before it started. Like that is prayer, uou says: neiore ttiey can, I will hear." To overtake a loved one on the road, you may spur up a lather ed steed until he shall outrace the ono that brought the news to Ghent; but a prayer shall catch it at one gallop. A boy running away from home may .ake the midnight train from the coun try village and reach the seaport in time to gain the ship that sails on the morrow; but a mother's prayer will be on the deck to meet him. and in the hammock before he swings into it, and at the capstan before he winds the rope around, and on the sea, against the sky, as the vessel ploughs on toward it. There is a mightiness in prayer. George Muller prayed a com pany of poor boys together, and then he prayed up an asylum in which they might be sheltered. He turned his face toward Edinburgh and prayed and there came a thousand pounds. He turned his face toward Dublin and prayed, and there came a thousand pounds. The breath of Elijah's prayer blew all the clouds off the sky, and it was dry weather. The breath of Eli jah's prayer blew all the clouds to gether, and it was wet weather. Pray er, in Daniel's time, walked the cave as a lion-tamer. It reached up, and took the sun by Its golden bit, and stopped it, and the moon by Its silver bit. and stopped it We have all yet to try the full power of prayer. The time will come when the American Church will pray with its face toward the West and all the prairies and inland cities will surrend er to God; and will pray with face toward the sea, and all the Islands and ships will become Christian. Pa rents who have wayward sons will get down on their knees and say: "Lord, send my boy home," and the boy in Canton shall get right np from the IP gaming-table, asd go down to find out which ship starts first for America. Not ono of us yet knows how to pray. All we have done as yet haa only been pottering. A boy gets hold of his father's saw and hammer, and tries to make something, but it is a poor affair that he makes. The father comes and takes the same saw and hammer, and builds tho house or the ship. In the childhood of our Christian faith, we make but poor work with these weap ons of prayer, but when wo come to the stature of men in Christ Jesus, then, under these Implements, the temple of God will rise, and the world's redemption will be launched. God cares not for the length of our prayers; or the number of our prayers, or the beauty of our prayers, or the place of our prayers; but it is the faith in them that tells. Believing prayer scars higher than the lark ever sang; plunges deeper than diving-bell ever sank; darts quicker than lightning eve flashed. Though we have used only the back of this weapon instead of the edge, what marvels have been wrought! If saved, we are all the cap tives of some earnest prayer. Would God that, in desire for the rescue of souls, we might In prayer lay hold of the resources of the Iord Omnipotent! Wo may turn many to righteousness by Christian admonition. Do not. wait until you can make a formal speech. Address the one next to you. You will not go home alone to-day. Between this and your place of stopping you may decide the eternal destiny of an immortal spirit. Just one sentence may do the work. Just one question. Just one look. The formal talk that begins with a sigh, and ends with a canting snuffle, is not what is wanted, but the heart throb of a man in dead earnest. There is not a soul on earth that you may not bring to God if you rightly go at it. They said Gibraltar could not be taken. It is a rod:, six teen hundred feet high, and three miles long. But the English and Dutch did take it. Artillery, and sappers and miners, and fleets pouring out volleys of death, and thousands of men reck less of danger, can do anything. The stoutest heart of sin. though it be rock, and surrounded by an ocean of trans gression, under Christian bombard ment may hoist the flay: of redemption. Again: Christian workers shall be like the stars in the fact that they have a light independent of each other. Look up at the night, and see each world show its distinct glory. It is not like the conflagration, in which you cannot tell where one flame stops and another begins. Neptune. Herschel. and Mer cury are as distinct as if each one of thent were the- only star; no our in dividualism will noi be lost in heaven. A great multitude yet rat h one as ob servable, as distinctly recognized, as greatly celebrated, as if in all the space, from gate to gate, and from hill to hill, he were the only Inhabitant; no mixing up no mob no indiscriminate rush; each Christian worker standing out illustrious ail the story of earthly achievement adhering to each one; his self-denials and pains and services and victories published. Before men went out to the last war. the orators told them that they would all be remember ed by their country, and their names be commemorated in poetry and in song; but go to the graveyard in Rich mond, and you will find there six thou sand graves, over each of which Is the inscription, "Unknown." The world does not remember its heroes; but there will be no unrecognized Christian worker in heaven. Each one known by all; grandly known; known by accla mation: all the past story of work for God gleaming in cheek and brow and foot and palm. They shall shine with distinct light as the stars, forever and ever. Again: Christian workers shall shine like the stars in clusters. In looking up, you find the worlds in fami ly circles. Brothers and sisters they take hold of each other's hands and dance in groups. Orion in a group. Tho Pleiades in a group. The solar system is only a company of children, with bright faces, gathered around one great fireplace. The worlds do not straggle off. They go in squadrons and fleets, sailing through immensity. So Christian workers in heaven will dwell in neighborhoods and clusters. I am sure some people I will like in heaven a great deal better than oth ers. Yonder Is a constellation of stately Christians. They lived on earth by rigid rule. They never laugh ed. They walked every hour anxious lest they should lose their dignity. They loved God, and yonder they shine in brilliant constellation. Yet I should not long to get into that particular group. Yonder is a constellation of small-hearted Christians asteroids in the eternal astronomy. While some souls go up from Christian battle, and blaze like Mars these asteroids dart a feeble ray like Vesta. Yonder is a constellation of martyrs, of apostles, of patriarchs. Our souls, as they go up to heaven, will seek out the most con genial society. Yonder is a constellation almost mer ry with the play of light. On earth they were full of sympathies and songs and tears and raptures and congratula tions. When they prayed their words took fire; when they sang, the tune Could not hold them; when they wept over a world's woes, they sobbed as if heart-broken; when they worked for Christ, thay flamed with enthusiasm. Yonder they are circle of light! con stellation of joy! galaxy of fire! Oh, that yon and I, by that grace which can transform the worst into the best, might at last sail in the wake of that fleet, and wheel in that glorious group, as the stars for ever and ever! Again: Christian workers will shine like the stars in swiftness of motion. The worlds do not stop to shine. There are no fixed stars save as to relative position. The star apparently most fixed flies thousands of miles a minute. The astronomer, using his telescope for an alpenstock, leaps from world-crag to world-crag, and finds no star stand ing still. The chamoj. nuntcr has to fly to catch his prey, but not so swift is his game aa that which tho scientist' tries to shoot through tho tower of ob- I servatory. Liks petrels mid-Atlantic, j that seem to camo from no shore, and be bound to no landing place flying, I flying so these great flock3 of worlds rest not us they go wing and wing I age after age for ever and ever. The eagle hattes to its prey, but we shall In speed beat the eagles. You have no ticed the velocity of the swift horse under whose feet the miles slip like a smooth ribbon, and, as he passes, the four hoofs strike the earth in such quick beat, your pulses take the same vibration. But all these things are not swift in comparison with the motion of which I speak. The moon moves 04,000 miles In a day. Yonder, Nep tune flashes on 11,000 miles in an hour. Yonder, Mercury goes 109,000 miles in an hour. So like the stars the Chris tian shall shine in swiftness of motion. You hear now of father or mother or child sick 1,000 miles away, and it takes you two flays to get to them. You hear of some case of suffering that demands your immediate attention, but It takes you an hour to get there. Oh, the joy when you shall, in fulfilment of the text, take starry speed, and be equal to 100,000 miles an hour! Having on earth got used to Christian work, you will not quit when death strikes you. You will only take on more velocity. There is a dying child in London and its spirit must be taken up to God; you are there in an instant to do it. There is a young man in New York to be arrested from going into that gate of sin; you are there in an instant to arrest him. Whether wi'h spring of foot, or stroke of wing, or by the force of some new law that shall hurl you to the spot where you would go, I know not; but my text suggests velocity. All space open before you with nothing to hinder you in mission of light and love and joy, you shall shine in swiftness of mo tion as the stars for ever and ever. Again: Christian workers, like the stars, shine in magnitude. The most illiterate man knows that these things in the sky, looking like gilt buttons, are great masses of matter. To weigh them, one would think that it would re quire scales with a pillar hundreds of thousands of miles high, and chains hundreds of thousands of miles long, and at the bottom the chains basins on cither side hundreds of thousands of miles wide, and that then omnipotence alone could put the mountains into the Fcales and the hills into the balance. But puny man has been equal to the undertaking, and has set a little bal ance on his geometry, and weighed world against world. Yea, he has pull ed out his measuring lino, and an nounced that Herschel is 30,000 miles in diameter, Saturn 79,000 miles in diameter, and Jupiter 89,000 miles in diameter, and that the smallest pearl on the beach of heaven is immense be yond all imagination. So all they who have toiled for Christ on earth shall rise up to a magnitude of privilege, and a nagnitude of strength, and a magni tude of holiness, and a magnitude of joy; and the weakest saint in glory be come greater than all that we can Im agine of an archangel. Brethren, "It doth not yet appear what we shall be." Wisdom that shall know everything; wealth that shall possess everything; strength that shall do everything; glory that shall circum scribe evrything! We shall not be like a taper set in a sick man's window, or a bundle of sticks kindled on the beach to warm a shivering crew; but you must take the diameter and the cir cumference of the world if you would get any idea of the greatness of our estate when we shall shine as the stars for ever and ever. Lastly and coming to this point my mind almost breaks down under the contemplation like the stars, all Christian workers shall shine in dura tion. The same stars that look down upon us looked down upon the Chris tian shepherds. The meteor that I saw flashing across the sky the other night, I wonder if it was not the same one that pointed down to where Jesus lay in the manger, and if, having pointed out his birthplace, it has ever since been wandering through the heavens, watching to see how the world would treat him! When Adam awoke in the garden in the cool of the day, he saw coming out through the dusk of the evening the same worlds that greeted us last night. In Independence hall is an old cracked bell that sounded the signature of the Declaration of Independence. You can not ring it now; but this great chime of silver bells that strike in the dome of night, ring out in as sweet a tone as when God swung them at the Creation. Look up at night, and know that the white lilies that bloom in all the hang ing gardens of our King are century plants not blooming once In a hundred years, but through all the centuries. The star at which the mariner looks tonight was the light by which the ships of Tarshish were guided across the Mediterranean, and the Venetian flotilla found Its way into Lepanto. Their armor Is as bright tonight as when, in ancient battle, the stars ia their co-ii'tes fought against Sisera. Corked Bottles at Sew. Numbers of experiments have been made to test the speed and destination of corked bottles thrown into the sea at various portions of the world. Th most remarkable example ever heard of was that In which a bottle traveled 6,000 miles In about two years and a half, roughly, at the rate of six and a half miles a day. It traveled from 63 deg. Bouth latitude and 60 deg. west longtltude to Western Australia. rtaroa Kropp'i Uuaineni Card. Baron Krupp, the great German iron master, uses for visiting cards very thin sheets of rolled iron. The rich fool frowns on one half th world, and envies the other halt.