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Cftrnattona that urountl ine tbed,
Tonight, a perfume |t«sslouel,
Aa with the incense risiuK o'er
The altara where deur Love doth pool
His wine and breuk lil» bread,
You wreathe tbo portals of tbnt door
That entered once I puna uo morel
What wonder that 1 love, yet dread.
Carnations?
I dread you, yet I lovo you more,
Though Danger's in each crimson core!
On Beauty's breast you've made your bed.
From Beauty's lips you've rifed your red:
1 think that Cleopatra woro
Carnations!
—Boston Globe.
71 AND 72.
They met at the Mont de Piete. This
•ffice of pledges and redemptions—this
Parisian shrine of poverty and central
altar of official usury—was crowded. A
long line like a torpidly winding serpent
stretched itself lazily far out into the
Rue des Blancs-Manteaux. For several
hours the clerk behind his grated win­
dow has droned out the numbers as he
bent his worn face above the greasy
book in which he is busy inscribing
names and addresses.
"Again? So soon? And still pretty?"
with a vicious smile. "Lace pin—with
small diamond—hum! Twenty francs
for 71. Pass on quickly! Next! Well!
And you? A carved crucifix. Ivory? No.
Five francs for 73."
"No more?"
"No more. Take or leave. You detain
•thers. Decide."
No. 72 hesitates. Suddenly a rough
hand tugs at her shabby shawl. She
turns. It is No. 71. A moment later
the two girls stand side by side in the
street.
"Here! Take this," mutters 71. "I
insist. 1 stole your luck by my odd
number. Besides—it is to cheat the
devil. No? Why? What a little fool!"
No. 72 has a face like a pale flame.
Her lips are blue, and much shivering
has rounded her thin shoulders. 71 is
ready, facile, a feminine gamin. She
thrives on Paris as a dandelion flaunts
from the crevice of a paving stone. The
•no is smiling, yet dumb with amaze­
ment. The other talks, laughs, yet will
never smile again.
"Tut! A few francs! What are they
to me? And 1 shall redeem my pin to­
morrow, while you"— a glance com­
pleted the sentence.
"And 1—it was that I might celebrate
Paul's fete day."
"You live"
"At No. —, an attic in the Rue Sainte
Marguerite. He—Paul—works at the
theater. It is a good position, but it re­
quires that he appear well to keep it.
This eats his earnings as a moth eats
feathers. We are from the south—Paul
and 1. He is happy here—but I"
"Amuse yourself by starving that he
may—oh! I comprehend. Here!"—and
Bhe draws her into a wine
shop. "Waiter!
A basket! Now till it! First—.'.' bottle
of wine, then a sugared loaf—then a
pate—some of those. 'Tis 1 who shall
Bupply Paul's feast. But on ono con­
dition, my friend—that you eat your
half. And the wine is for you." Paying
the waiter, 71 drops the change into the
loaded basket.
"And 1 who accept this—do Hot yet
know your name!" No. 73 is grateful,
but there are no tears. Tears area lux­
ury with the poor.
"Call me—No. 71."
"1 shall call you—my saint."
"Anything but that, my girl. Well—
72—1 shall see you again." And she
watches her stagger away beneath her
burden.
"Mademoiselle is generous!" ventures
the waiter, who has followed them out­
side the shop.
"Nonsense! It is my caprice! She is
dying—that girl. It is written. And
her Paul? A fine, selfish scamp, 111 war­
rant." And with a laugh and a whirl
•n her heel she hurries away.
One year in a Parisian garret. Ox
year of green country quiet exchanged
for the lullaby of Paris—that mother
who too often sings her babies to their
deaths. To be sure, there has always
been Paul, and looking in his eyes
Jeanne could forget her homesickness.
And with his arm for a pillow, her
straw had not seemed a hard bed. But
he was forced to be at the theater early
and late. And nowadays his absences
were growing longer. Jeanne fancied
at times that he was less tender. Paul
was tired—tired of being poor. Was it
that Poverty was pinching Love to
death? She did not know—but felt a
chill about her heart—a dangerous thing
when the body is also cold.
Some one else would beat the ragout
on Paul's next fete day. But Paul came
and went and noticed nothing.
One night in his sleep Jeanne heard
him utter a name.
She leaned to listen, but he said no
more, only smiling in his sleep. She
thought it was "Susanne." In the morn­
ing she questioned him.
"1 was dreaming. What of it?" said
he, staring fioorward.
Before he went away that morning he
drew her fondly toward him and ten­
derly kissed her rough and reddened
slender hands. It was a revival of love,
Jeanne thought, and sang softly to her­
self all of that day. Life was easier
after this. Paul grew more kind, and a
new pleasure was also hers.
She did not know that it is a man's
way when he loves one to kiss the other
dumb.
And every day at noon her "saint"
came for an hour. Every day, in some
small way, Jeanne's small wants grew
smaller. Every day 71 sat by 73 upon
the low straw pallet and laughed and
jested until Jeanne grew merry from
sheer contagion.
"We will thank her together—when
you are well again, my Jeanne, and find
out also her real name," Paul would
say in his absentminded way.
When Jeanne was well again!
One morning she seemed suddenly so
weak that Paul found it impossible to
laave her. For the fint time he.becsme
uneasy. Sho did not complain, merely
remaining strangely quiot. And her
eyes shone as on that night beneath the
lindens long ago. The night they fir.
Bpoke of a marriaye—their own.
"But it is nothing," sho murmured
while her starry eyes looked past him
across the glaring roofs so coldly bright
in the wintry sunlight. It was broad
day in Paris, but in Joiumo's life candle
time had come.
"Paul!"
"My Jeanne!"
"You lovo tneT
"My little one! How can you ask?
You breuk my heart!"
"As dearly as ever, Paul?"
"As dearly as ever." And Paul softly
stroked a very happy face.
Just then, above the lullaby with which
Paris was singing Jeanne to sleep, some
rollicking, distant bells rang out the
hour. Jeanne raised herself upon her
elbow, and with one hand threw back
the drooping locks from her little white
ear.
"Hark!"
As they listened they heard a merry*
clatter of high heels on tho bare stair­
way.
"It is—No. 71!"
As she spoke a piquant figure stood
framed within the low doorway.
"Paul!—my saint!"
And then two stood alone in the little
sunny garret, for just at that moment
Jeanne's soul fled.
"Susanne! You—her saint!" and with
a hoarse cry Paul dropped the dead hand
on tho straw.
"And so—to her, you were Paul! My
God!"
And Jeanne?
A little smile stole softly about her
lips. It was Death, who in joko had
tricked Life out of one sorrow.—Johanna
Staats in Romance.
TO HEAD OFF WAKEFULNESS.
Here l» a Sletbml Wlilch Is Said to lie
Infallible for Securing Sleep.
The good old cure for sleeplessness
holds good through all changes, an easy
conscience and a healthy body. A due
portion of fatigue and quiet surround­
ings may be added as also necessary to
induce refreshing sleep, and sleep which
is not refreshing is about as unsatisfac­
tory as wakefulness. Nevertheless, to
people of a nervous temperament some
strictly material rules for courting the
balmy god with success are wot to be
despised. Many little things conduce to
sleeplessness, the avoidance of which
will remove that trouble.
Indigestion, cold* feet, overfatigue, tea
and coffee taken in excess, excitement
generally, all tend to a restlessness of
the brain, which prevents calm sleep.
Many devices are resorted to to expel
such nervousness. The old suggestion,
made in ridicule originally, to read some
very dry book or to have some one talk
you to sleep is really excellent in prac
tice. The dull monotony of a prosy book,
and even more the dull monotone of a
prosy talker, usually produces just the
dull impressions on the brain which are
required to induct) sleep. A monotonous
train of thought often serves.
An eminent student of brain disorders
prescribed the constant dripping of watei
on a metal pan. The regular ticking oI
a clock frequently sends sleepless per­
sons into the desired state of brain inac­
tion, though in fact all these processes
may serve to drive a very nervous per­
son into a wild hysteria of wakefulness.
But an old and most curiously recom­
mended physical process comes to us in
old books.
It was announced many years ago as a
great discovery in England by a Mr.
Gardner, and most commendatory testi­
monials as to its effectiveness were given
by the late Prince Albert, Sir Fowell
Buxton, Sheridan Knowles and other
eminent persons. It was considered so
valuable that a large Bum had to be paid
for it for publication by Mr. Binns in
his quaint book, now almost unknown,
entitled "The Anatomy of Sleep."
The prescription as therein printed is
as follows: The person who after going
to bed finds himself sleepless is to lie on
his right side, with his head comfortably
placed on the pillow, having his neck
straight so that respiration may be un­
impeded. Let him then close his lips
slightly and take a rather full inspira­
tion, breathing throngh the nostrils un­
less breathing through the mouth is
habitual. Having taken the full inspira­
tion. the lungs are to be left to their
own action that is, expiration is not to
be interfered with. Attention must now
be fixed upon the respiration.
The person must imagine that he sees
the breath passing from his nostrils in a
continuous stream, and at the instant
that he brings his mind to conceive this,
apart from all other ideas, consciousness
leaves him and he falls asleep. Some­
times it 'happens that the method does
not at once succeed. It should then be
persevered in. Let the person take
thirty or forty full inspirations and pro­
ceed as before: but he must by no means
attempt to count the respirations, for if
he does the mere counting will keep him
from sleep.
It is certainly to be said of this plan
that it is safe and can easily be tested.
The other prescriptions, such as a good
conscience and a well earned fatigue,
need not be set aside on account of it.
—New York Tribune.
How Egyptlun Women Paint.
Loret says the ancient Egyptian wom­
en had blue hair, green eyelashes, paint­
ed teeth and reddened cheeks. He saya
the modern Egyptian women are much
the same they tinge their hands with
henna, and prolong the eyes by means
of kohol they stain the nails brown and
paint blue stars on the chin and fore­
head. "One hesitates a little about put­
ting his hand into a hand—even very
small—which extends itself to you paint­
ed a brick red. One is a little timid
about looking too long into eyes—even
I very tender—when the blue star be
I tween them makes you squint." Loret.
however, got bravely over his hesitation
and his timidity, and thinks the fashion
not altogether bad.—Popular Science
Monthly.
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GETTING OUT OP RUSSIA.
4 Traveler's Anxiety Concerning Dm
ments Sent Through the Mall.
Upon the advice of some of my friends
In Minusinsk, 1 decided to get rid of all
any note books, documents, letters from
political convicts und other dangerous
and incriminating' papers, by sending
them through the mails to a friend in
St. Petersburg. To intrust such ma­
terial to the Russian postal department
seemed a very hazardous thing to do,
but my friends assured me that the
postal authorities in Minusinsk were
honorable men who would not betray to
the police the fact that 1 had sent such a
package, and that there was little prob­
ability of its being opened or examined
in St. Petersburg. They thought that
the danger of losing my notes and papers
in the mails was not nearly so great as
the danger of haviug them taken from
me as the result of a police search.
The material in question amounted in
weight to about forty pounds, but aa
packages of all sizes are commonly sent
by mail in Russia, mere bulk in itself
was not a suspicious circumstance. 1
had a box made by an exiled Polish car­
penter, took it to my room at night, put
into it the results of my Whole Siberian
experience—most of the dangerous pa­
pers being already concealed in. the cov­
ers of books and the hollow sides of
6mall boxes—sewed it up carefully in
strong canvas, sealed it with more than
twenty seals and addressed it to a friend
in St. Petersburg, whose political trust­
worthiness was beyond suspicion and
whose mail I believed would not be
tampered with.
Thursday morning, about half an hour
before the seini-weekly post was to leave
Minusinsk for St. Petersburg, 1 carried
the box down into the courtyard under
the cover of an overcoat, put it into a
sleigh, threw a robe over it, and went
with it myself to the postoffice. The
officials asked no questions, but weighed
the package, gave me a written receipt
for it and tossed it carelessly upon a pile
of other mail matter that a clerk was
putting into large leather pouches. I
gave one last look at it, and left the
postoffice with a heavy heart. From that
time forward I was never free from anx­
iety about it. That package contained
all the results of my Siberian work, and
its loss would be simply irreparable. As
week after week passed, and I heard
nothing about it, I was strongly tempted
to telegraph my friend and find out
whether it had reached him, but I knew
that such a telegram might increase
the risk, and 1 refrained.
We reached the Russian capital on the
19th of March, and as soon as I had left
Mr. Frost at a hotel with our baggage, 1
called a droshky, drove to the house of
the friend to whom I had sent my pre­
cious box of note books and papers, and,
with a fast beating heart, rang the bell
and gave the servant my card. Before
my friend made his appearance I was in
a perfect fever of excitement and anx­
iety. Suppose the box had been opened
by the postoffice or police officials and its
contents seized. What should I have to
show for almost a year of work and
suffering? How much could I remem­
ber of all that I had seen and heard?
What should I do without the written
record of names, dates, and all the mul­
titudinous and minute details that give
verisimilitude to a story?
My friend entered the room with as
calm and unruffled a countenance as if
he had never heard of a box of papers,
and my heart sank. I had half expected
to be able to see that box in his face. I
cannot remember whether 1 expressed
any pleasure at meeting him, or made
any inquiries with regard to his health.
For one breathless moment he was tome
merely the possible custodian of a box.
I think he asked me when I arrived, and
remarked that he had some letters for
me but all I am certain of is that, after
struggling with myself for a moment,
until I thought I could speak without
any manifestation of excitement, I in­
quired simply, "Did you receive a box
from me?''
"A box?" he repeated interrogatively.
Again my heart sunk evidently he had
not received it. "Oh, yes," he con­
tinued, as if with a sudden flash of com­
prehension, "the big square box sewed
up in canvas. Yes that's here."
I was told afterward that there was
no perceptible change in the gloomy
March weather of St. Petersburg at that
moment, but 1 am confident, neverthe­
less, that at least four suns, of the larg­
est size known to astronomy, began im­
mediately to shine into my friend's front
windows, and that I could hear robins
and meadow larks singing all up and
down the Nevski prospect.
I sent the precious notes and papers
out of the empire by a special messen­
ger, in order to avoid the danger of a
possible search of my own baggage at
the frontier, and four days later Mr.
Frost and I were in London.—George
£ennan in Century.
A Pleasing Illusion.
Because they were more durable Mrs
Calliper bad bought table knives with
metal handles. She almost feared that
Colonel Calliper might not like them,
but the Colonel seemed rather to b«
pleased with them. "They are," he
said, "just such knives as I have eaten
with in many restaurants. To eat here
at home and with a knife like this is al
most as good as eating two meals at
once."—New York Sun.
Fired.
A titled Parisian, after wasting much
time ic the Latin quarter, finally man­
aged, by book or crook, to become en­
rolled as a pupil of Gerome. Day after
day the nobleman came, took his place
before the model and sketched as bes*
he could. Finally Gerome paused before
the new pupil one day and said, "Yon
come here in the morning what do you
do in the afternoon?" "Oh," said the
nobleman, "1 nde in the Bois, see a few
of my friends, and then dress for din
ner." "You do,r mused the master,
"don't you think you'd better do the
same things in the morning, also?" The
Bext week anew pupil had the noble­
man's place in front of the model.
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Northwestern Hotel Reporter, Des
Moines, Iowa: The senior proprietor of
this paper hns been subject to frequent
colds tor some years, wbich were suie to
lay him up if not doctored at once. Ha
finds thnt Chamberlain's Congb Remedy
is reliable. It opeus the secretions, re­
lieves the lungs, and restores the system
to a healthy condition. If freely used, as
soon as the cold has been contracted,
and before it has become settled in the
system, it greatly lessens the attack, and
often cures in a single day what would
otherwise have been a severe cold. Fifty
cent bottles for sale at City Drug store.
The rage for blond locks lias lniecceo
Italy to such an extent that even tho
children's heads are blossoming out i:i
golden curls. At this rate the raven
tresses of Italian song and story will soon
be a misnomer.
This country has nearly 2,000,000 acres
devoted to the raising of flax and hemp.
It is proposed to make a grand showing
of these industries at the World's fair.
Steam whaling vessels are soon to try
the waters of the South Pacific, as recent
reporns
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that whales are again fre­
quenting that locality.
The City Drug store desires to inform
the public that they are agents for the
most successful preparation that has yet
been produced, for coughs, colds and
croup. It will loosen and relieve a
severe cold in less time than any other
treatment. The article referred to is
Chamberlain's^Cough Remedy. It is a
medicine that has won fame and popu­
larity on its merits, and one that can al
ways be depended upon. It is the only
known remedy that will prevent croup.
It must be tried to be appreciated. It
is put up in 50 cent and $1 bottles.
v,-ui:i]»triii£ ri'UTtK,
In comparing the earlier description ol
fruits with modern accounts it is well to
remember that the high standards by
which fruits are now judged are of re­
cent estublislvnent. Fruits which would
once have been esteemed excellent would
today be passed by as unworthy of re­
gard.—Professor G. L. Goodale in Pop
•»ar Science Monthly,.
Mr. William T. Price, a justice of the
peace, at Richlund, Nebraska, was con­
fined to his bed last winter with a severe
attack of lumbago, but a thorough appli­
cation of Chamberlain's Pain Balm en­
abled him to get up and go to work. Mr.
Price says: "The remedy cannot be
recommended too highly." Let anyone
troubled with rheumatism, neuralgia or
lRme back give it a trial, and they will be
the same opinion. Fifty cent bottles
oi sale at the City Drug store.
A Decisive Battle.
Seventy-seven years ago, tbe 8th of this
month, tbe battle of New Orleans was
fought. Though this was an incident in
the war of 1812 with Great Britain, it was
decisive in its nature, as settling firmly
our possession of the great domain pur­
chased by ns from Spain. And curiously
enough, Wellington's veterans, under
General Pakenham, came fresh from cam­
paigns in Spain against Napoleon, to fight
ns on tbe soil of our Spanish purchase.
Veterans as they were, they suffered a
crushing defeat at the hands of volun­
teers from Mississippi and Tennessee
under General Jackson, who was the
equal of the Iron Duke himself in dog­
ged determination to conquer. It is a
good lesson in patriotism to visit this
battlefield, and besides no part of our
country is more charming at this season
than Louisiana. The way to get there is
by tbe Burlington, whose trains run both
to Chicago and St. Louis. For full in­
formation as to rates and routes, call on
your local agent, or write to W. J. C.
Kenyon, Gen. Pass. Agent, St. Paul.
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In order to make things hum in our dry goods
department we will make great reduc­
tions in our dress goods.
We have Fancy Goods to get rid of. Price no Object.
We have blankets to sell. Can we do it if
weather continues? We can. The price
is lost sight of. They must go.
Too many wool hose. That is the verdict,
will close them out regardless of the
loss we have to make.
Ladies'and children's underwear, must go, at
half price the next seven days.
Insurance, Real Estate, Final Proofs,
HOUSES FOR RENT.
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We have cloaks to sell. Can we sell them? That
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We have furs to sell. Well, if half price will do
the business, we will not carry a
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