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WOMAN'S WORLD. MEW BRANCHES IN THE CHAUTAU QUAN CURRICULUM. rotting: Away Summer Clothing—A Dls pnte Over Woatn'» Endurance —Helping Unfortunate Horses —Kissed by Bis . roarck —A Few Timely Hints. ' Into theChautauquan curriculum thia season two new branches have been in troduced. One is the fine art of setting a table, and the other the almost extinct art of letter writing. Many is the mistress aud multitudi nous the maid who doesn't know how to set a table or how to wait on it when set. Of this variety is tho mistress whose guests are always finding themselves short of a fork or a spoon; whose dain tiest dishes go unappreciated for the lack of the pinch of salt or sugar or pepper or mustard which individual palates crave, but tact will not ask for. Of this Tariety, too, is the maid whose mistress not long ago gave a Sunday evening din ner. The maid had been engaged only the day before, but as she was recom mended as "a first class servant in every respect" tho mistress felt a good deal of confidence in her. The dinner moved on quite smoothly to the very end, and :. last, with au inward sigh of relief th.r it was over, the hostess s:.ia to the nc girl: "Fill the finger bowls, Sarah." "What'll I fill 'nm with, ma'am?" asked the competent maid. Of course the hostess was unmercifully chaffed by her delighted guests. The art of writing a letter is even less understood than the art of Betting a t: ble. Between the boorish method of uc cepting an invital ion by moans ol' a pos tal card and the dainty, perfumed note couched in the most graceful terms there is a wide distance, and much of it is a howling wilderness. The mere technique as it were, of letter writing is little known or else is grossly neglected. A certain young woman whom the writer knows failed to secure a desirable ap pointment as teacher in a Fifth avenue boarding school simply because she •wrote her application with such disre gard of the rules of correspondence. The principal had been much prepos sessed in tho young woman's favor and had suggested that sho write a formal application. She did so. It ran like this at the beginning: Jlt Dear Dn. : Am very anxious, etc. "That's enough!" said the principal, folding the Wfer, ''Any one who istoo careless ur too busy to supply the proper pronouns in such a communication is too careless or too busy to teach my pupils." Miss Calloway, who has taught letter writing at Chautauqua this year, has not only attempted to teach the proper form, but has tried to instill 6ome ideas as to matter into her pupils' heads. The cor respondents of the pupils assert she has been successful.—Now York Sun. Putting Away Summer Clothing. It is an accepted fact among women, founded upon good reason, that when one's belongings aro Valuable aud costly the services of a, maid are not a luxury, bnt a necessity and really an economy. Delicate fabrics need great care in han dling and preserving, and fine boots, shoes, gloves and handkerchiefs are not to bo tQgscd about carelessly and still preserve' uielr freshness. But without a maid and -with a comparatively simple wardrobe a meed of care even will bo found a great p^otectSoYi. In putting away summer WR.sh dressi s they must be, rough dried, then fold< d and packed in a box or trunk by then eelves. It is au excellent idea to go ovt i •sach one and take the few mending stitches that aro sure to be needed Chaliies, crepons and summer sill, should be carefully shaken and brush spots sponged, bows of ribbon taken < and unmade if possible, or the dust car. fully wiped off with a bit of silk dipper, in weak ammonia water and packt d uway in separate boxes. The same role applies where laces trim the dresses. I ? these are washable, tbey should ho washed, otherwise shaken and wound around a bottle or wooden roll. It is a good plan to let tho dresses hang wrong side out in the air all of a sunny morning—if you live in a hotel to hang in a hot room the same length of time Is a good substitute. Rumpled ruches, shields and bent bones should be taken from the waists, aud a skilled maid says the waist linings should be brushed down, every seam, with cologne and water Feathers aud flowers should be taken from the hats and bonnets, wrapped carefully and separately in tissue pa] and consigned to boxes where they wil l not be crushed. The flowers should ha\ each leaf pulled out, and if breathed < before using again will be found a* fr< ■ as ever. Parasols ought, to be rolled, bn have a loose slip cover put on after thc> are carefully wiped, or if gauze fin ;' tree of dust with a silk handkerchief, and then stood in some safe place and oc casionally open; .1 to alter the folds.— Pittsburg Dispatch. U'oDianV Endurance. Herbert Spencer said recently of a woman who had died early In life, after the production of some remarkable es says ou "Induction" aud "Deduction.' that "mental powers so highly develop' I in a woman are abnormal, and involve a physiological est that the feminine t>r ganization cannot bear without injury fciore or less profound." To which Mr Elisabeth Cady Stanton replies that Dar win was an invalid all his days, and that Mr. Spencer's own health in not all that could be desired or hie physical being as fugged as it would have been if he had devoted hia life to simple care and toil. Mrs. Stanton mentions among women writers that hive lived healthy lives aud died at a good old age, alter doing much thinking and a good deal of hard work, Caroline Herschel, Maria Mitchell, Weorgo Eliot, George Sand, Harriot, Mar tineau and Frances Power Cobbe, and she concludes her argument with: "1 doubt whether as many women die an nually from writing essays on 'Induc tion' and 'Deduction' as from oreiuro dv.ction of a family, und yet no llags ot dagger are raised on the hot:setops where motheis of a dozen children languish and die. or on workshops where multi tudes of women labor from 14 to 10 hours a clay."—New York Snn. Helping I'nfortun.ite Horsei. "What are you doing to that horse? 1 The sjeciacle of a yraceful and ueat>'• aressed yoang woman caimly rearrang ing the headgear of a worried horse is apt to excito remark even from the driver of a vegetable peddler's wagor "Aren't you ashamed to tie this he bead up so cruelly?" The speaker Miss Foltz, a young actress who the leading part in a theatrical com now in tho city, and she stood on a nut street curb deftly adjusting horse's blinkers and pulling a mos: > net out of his eyes. Then she loos .1 the checkrein while a crowd lookeu :i approvingly and the horse grater;.: ly rubbed its nose against her shoulder. Then she proceeded to give the driver somo good advice about tho care of his beast. "Well, it's my horse," he eaid. The animal's released head bobbed up and down out of pnro joy, and the driver thought strange thoughts as ho went on. "This is a very bad town for horses," continued tho young lady,"almost as bad as Pittsburg. Ever since I'vo been here I havr> noticed how tightly their heads are reined np and with what effort they as cend the steep hills. Their poor necks 6eein strained almost to bursting. It is a shame and ought to be stopped. Yes, I have read 'Block Beauty,' and I think every teamster should bave a copy."—Kansas City Times. Kissed by Bismarck. Bismarck has won the hearts of all the German women by his exhibition of that fondness for kissing fresh young faces for which your General Sherman was fa mous. Lilli Finzelberg. a young tier man sculptress, went with l.or sister to call upon Bi.-mart !c in Kissingen. His habit is to let devoted women kiss his hand. When leaving, these young wo men tried to kiss his hand, but the prince Eaid: "Hold on. We will do that much simpler." He then laid hold of the two girls and gave each several loud, hearty kisses. The result is that both young women have become famous throughout tho empire. Bis;n„: k's habit of letting women kiss his hand has given rise to a strange cus tom. In certain circles women make collections of kisses of celebrated men. Some of these are valuable and most in teresting—more so than all the stamp and coin collections in tbe world. Real Bismarck kisses, however, are exceed ingly rare, and the Finzelberg girls are the envy of all kiss collectors.—Berlin Cor. New York V, T orld. Work of Wealthy Louisvi 1 !;- Women. A large number of Louisville working girls have been befriended by .vulthy women in a way that they are not likely to forget. Miss Lucy Norton recently sent a Fourth avenue shop girl to Chi cago and several points of interest in the northwest, paying every cent of the expense. When Miss Norton proposed to the young woman that she take the trip, she said she could not think of ac cepting such a generous offer. Miss Norton saiil if she did not go some one else would, so her offer was gladly ac cepted. A rich woman who lives in the southern part of the city recently took threo shop girls to Chicago, paying all their expenses. It is also said that Miss Norton is paying the expenses of a Lou isville boy who is attending one of the large eastern colleges.—Exchange. Jewish Women In Synagogues. Some of, the leading Jewish women of England have asked to be elected on the council of the synagogues, in the hope that some day a woman will be I lected warden. "It will be seen," a " wess writes, "how unfair it is to sepal' to us from our fathers and brothers sons —if we have any—and put us trj En a gallery (I always call it a heu< .op), just as if we wero permitted to go to a synagogue as a favor, and it did not matter if we never came. This does seem absurd, especially to those who, like myself, have to keep alight the lamp of Judaism in our homes and prepare the wick of tho oil for the religious illumi nation of the minds of our children."— Louisville Courier-Journal. The l.orgnetto'a Rival. Tho lorgnette secerns to have given place this season to tho Louis Quinzo eyeglass, which is a sort of compromise of the two extremes of lorgnette and prince ne-z. This is worn attached to a cord, or, if one likes things a little showy, to a slender chain of gold i r sil ver matching the dainty trifle. To many persons the lorgnette—the long handled shell affair which is thrust in ihe cor sets, to be drawn forth at Unexpected moments nnd transfix its victim with a level stare —is an intolerable imperti nence. There is an air about it certain ly, but it is not a good air, except, when it is in the hands of tho most well bred aud refined women.—New York Sun. A Pretty Bud Picture. For vulgarity, for boldness, for folly, ignorance, want of principle, petty weak ness, intrigue and positive vice, you must go to thp average society woman. Her one motive is self seeking. She ia bad wife, a bad another and a false f> i-nd. For intellect she has a fair BUpply of shrewdness and cunning; for religion, a rotten conglomerate of emotional : nner stitions that do not improve her con duct; for virtue, the hope l of not being f( mud out. while for charity, good feeling, mod esty and every womanly attribute she substitutes tact—the tact to respond out wardly to what she sees is required of her by different people.—Sarah Grand in Humanitarian. A Habit. That Paid Mrs. Clcrke. To :t woman belongs tho honor of this ■ year can ;, ing off the prize of 100 guineas which Mrs. Hannah Acton left for "the best worK illustrative of tho wisdom and beneficence of the Almighty in any de uartmont of science." Miss Gierke, tho prize winner, l'Vea in London, hut ia Irish by birth. Her love of astronomy is lifelong, and she can remember being a good deal teased about her habit, as a child, of slipping out into the garden at Bight to look at the stars. She haswrit ten a number of successful books on tho science, but has had only two months' observatory work. During that time- she worked almost all of every night.—Lon don Letter. The Churn That. Soured. Mrs. Elizabeth Akeis Allen, who that sweetest of household songs, ' Mo to Bleep. Mother,' 1 read not long . Bt a woman's club another of her com positions, which was much appreciated. It was a song of "The Old Time Up and Down Churn" of the farmer's wife and /bowed the relentless wear of that steel LOS ANGELES HERALD* SWDAY MORNING, OCTOBER 15, 1893. Danded tub. Out or it in tlie years or ita life rolled tons of butter and rivers of milk, and into it, alas! went the youth and beauty, the strength and patience, the health and temper of its weary work ier till, almost too tired to die, she sank to her final rest. Mra. Alien is a promi nent member of ttorosis.—New York Times. ______ Solving the Tramp Problem. A Kansas woman who has been elect i ed police justice of her city has adopted a novel solution of the trauip problem, j The first tramp who was brought before her for judgment was sentenced to two baths a day for 10 days aud to hard labor j on tho stone pile, with the order that he I should be fed if he worked and starved if he shirked. The prisoner survived the ordeal, but now the first question a tramp asks on approaching a Kansas town is whether tho police justice is a man or a woman.—Milwaukee Journal. An AU Around Newspaper Woman. Miss Eva Lovering Shoroy, the new president of the Ladies' Aid societies of J Maine, is business editor of the Bridge ! ton News, published by her father. She possesses the journalistic instinct and can do good work in nearly any depart ment of the paper. She is a lineal de scendant of General Warren, who fell at Bunker Hill, and is a daughter of a war veteran of note. Major H. A. Shorey, i the historian of tho Fifteenth Maine. Miss Shorey is only 21.—Philadelphia Ledger. Chicago's Woman's Library. The woman's library at Chicago con tains 7,000 volumes in 16 languages and represents 28 countries. It is to be ! placed in the permanent Woman's Me morial building, which is to be erected i in Chicago, and will form a nucleus for i the collection of the literary work of I women in the future, as well as through j its catalogue soon to bo issued a com i plete bibliography of women's writings up to the present time. A Field For Women Who Want to Wed. Women who want to marry should turn their eyes toward Johannesburg in South Africa. There are at least ten i men to ono woman there. Every mod i erately attractive woman marries inside !of a few mouths after landing. It is im possible to keep servants or feminine ; employees of any sort. Typewriters, , nurses, cooks, maids, gardeners, all melt quickly away be low the warmth of South African wooing.—Exchange. Miss Braddon's Novels. The assertion recently made in an Eng lish periodical that Miss Braddon had realized $500,000 from her novels was j generally regarded as preposterous, but I Henry Labouchere says in London Truth that he "is inclined to think that they have brought in a good deal more than j the sum stated." The continuous sale of ' Miss Braddon's novels is almost unprec- I edented in the records of British pub | Ushers. Woman and Ceramic Art. Women lead the progress of ceramic , art in America. The Rockwood ware of : Mrs. Storey of Cincinnati and the gold i china of Miss Healy of Washington are ' the most distinctive novelties in our pot tery exhibit at Chicago. It is said that ; Miss Healy's process is the cause of much argumenT and envy by European 1 porcelain makers. —Chicago Letter. American Women In Demand. The Russian fancy for English and ' French ways has been superseded by a i liking for things American. American women are sought as nurses and govern j esses, the favorite theaters bring ont American pieces, while in St. Petersburg ! one of the most successful modistes is a i New York woman of the name of Smith. : —Philadelphia Ledger. she Was Bound to Be In Time. A gray haired lady called at the town clerk's office yesterday and wanted to register so that sho can vote for mem bers of the board of education. As Town i Clerk Tracy bad not received a book in j which to record tho names, he advised ! her to wait awhile. The election is a ; year and a half in the distance.—Bridge- I port Union. To draw linen threads for hemstitch- ! ing, take a lather brush, and soap and lather well the part where the threads ! are to be drawn. Let the lineu dry, and j the thread will come out easily, even in tho finest linen. An Oregon (Ills.) young woman is making a crazy quilt of the silk ties which have been given her by her de voted admirers. Her pillows are to be stuffed with their love letters. Those in search of novel luncheon ; dainties should try the peanut sandwich. :Be sure the peanut ll aro freshly roasted. - Chop fine and spread between slices of j buttered bread, cut very thin. Cora A. Stewart, a Vassar girl, has j taken one of the throe special fellow j ships offered by the Chicago university. i The school board of St. Paul has fixed tho scale of wages for tho teachers of i that city regardless of sex. Out of Albany's population of 100,000 over 15,000 pro wrwVrrttr women. Bays OS l*_iffuwuur .-Numbered. It begins to look as if tho days of gun ; powder as a charge for the guns in the i British navy woro numbered. Recent ! experiments just concluded at the gov ernment prool'butts, Woolwich, appear to prove tho decided superiority of cor -1 dite. A 6 inch quick firing gun was | loaded with 211 pounds 13 ounces of tho | ordinary black gunpowder and yielded a velocity of 1,800 feet per second, with a pressure strain on tho gun of 15 tons per square inch. The same guv was charged with 11 pounds 8 ounces of cordite and gave a velocity of 2,274 feet per aecond and a pressure of 15.2 tons. More im portant still, after 250 rounds had been ! tired thero wore no signs of erosion. Tho new substance is manufactured at j the government powder mills, Waltham ! Abbey, and contains s«per cent of vitro ! ,;lycerin, 37 of guncotton and 5 of min eral jelly. The velocity of the shot along he boro of tho fi inch gun was calculated ' > the millionth of a second from the lirst. moment of being set in motion. Minute its this may appear, Lieutenant H. Watkin, R. A., bas invented an in strument which, it is said, will measure fractions of time to the nine-billionth part of a second.—Chicago Tribune. AT EVENING. t'pon the hUU the wind In sharp and cold. The eweot youug grasses wither on tho wold. And we. O Lord, have wandered from thy fold. But evenin? brings us borne. Among the mists we stumbled, and the rocks Where the brown lichen whitens, and the fox Watches tha straggler from the scattered docks. But evening brings us home. The sharp thorns prick us, an* our tender feet Are cut and bleeding, and the lambs repeat Their pitiful complaints—oh, rest is sweet When evening bringß us home. Wo havo been woundod by the hunter's dart— Our eyos are very heavy, and our hearts Bearch for tby coming—when Ihe light departs At evening bring us home. The darkness gathers. Through the gloom no star Rises to guide ua. We have wandered far. Without thy lamp wo know not where we are. At evening bring us home. The clouds are round v«, and the Snowdrifts thicken. O thou, dear Shepherd, leave us not to sicken In the waste night; our tardy footsteps quicken. At evening brlnat ushome._ A DUEL LN THE DARK. Up to the time when occurred the in cident which I am about to relate I had been what is called an unlucky fellow, having an unfortunate propensity for stroking the wrong way and unwitting ly bringing down upon myself the ill will of tho people with whom I came in contact. A friend once tried to explain this misfortune of mine on the theory that the electric fluid with which I was charged was of the antagonistic order, and that I was in no way responsible for the enemies that I made. At this time I was in Paris, having been sent there by my friends, who were then making an effort to procure for me a position of some importance. In view of my fatal incapacity for doing or say ing the right thing at the right time, they deemed it indispensable to my suc cess that I should be at a safe distance until the matter was decided. That I should choose Paris for my place of retirement was but natural, since a young lady in whom I felt a somewhat absorbing interest was at the time stop ping in that city. I had become acquainted with her in my college days and was sure that she at least felt no antipathy to me. Her father, who was a retired army officer, took a very decided dislike to me at sight and gave as a reason that I had "no fight" in me. The arrogant manner in which he treated me in those days left no room for doubt that he consider ed mo a coward. Shortly after my arrival I met the young lady by an - appointment which was clandestine only so far as that I was aware of her father's absence from the city on that day. It was evening when, somewhat fatigued by our sight seeing, we entered a cafe on one of the boulevards for lunch. Aa we passed through the broad en trance we encountered two men who were lounging against one of the pillars. The larger aud much the stronger of the two was carelessly brushing the floor with his cane. Just as we reached him he, if not intentionally, yet with an in difference to the rights of others that was inexcusable, switched the stick against us in such a way as to tear a part of the lady's lace dress. I was in dignant, and a glance at ber flushed fnca made me feel that I must do something to show my resentment. This feeling was strengthened when I observed tho indifference which the fel low displayed in regard to tho affair. He made no attempt to apologize, and when I remarked, "You were very care less, sir!" he gave me an insolent stare that angered me beyond control, and for getting for the moment everything elso I spoke to him sharply. Ho made no re ply, but extending his cane entangled it in the lady's dress so that the delicate fabric was again torn for a yard or more. The man with him, a much younger person, started as if to check him, but tbe movement was not decided enough to make it quite clear what his intentions were. I was frantic with passion, and with one blow struck the fellow to the floor, then hurried my companion away from tho scene. The expression of surprise up on the faces of the bystanders did not escapo me, and I realized intuitively that I had dared to assail a man of more than ordinary importance. We were hardly seated when the young er man came to me, and bowing said, "I beg monsieur's pardon, but my friend whom monsieur felt called upon to re buke wishes to exchange cards." Ho held toward mo an ordinary visit ing card, which I took without glancing at it and handed him one of my own. Courteously thanking me for the favor and again bogging my pardon, he with drew. — "Oh, how thankful I am that you knocked that brute down!" exclaimed my companion. "How I wish that papa could havo seen you! I will toll him of it, and he will never—no, never—again call you a" She suddenly checked herself and did not finish the sentence, but I knew well enough what she would have added—her father would nover again call me a cow ard. It did not trouble me then. I folt very brave and smiled down upou her spar kling eyes with a "that-is-an-ev.n-yday sort-of-exnerien: e-with-me" expression. After lunch I escorted her to her home, then returned to my hotel and very soon retired. I had not finished dressing next morn ing when tbe door of my room was sud denly opened, and a man entered unan nounced aud apparently in great excite ment. 1 waa not surprised at this ab ruptness when I saw that it was my ec centric friend, Wilson, whom I had found living in tho city. Without a word of greeting or apology he exclaimed: "Well, you have dono it! I congratulate you upon your notoriety. I came early and have not stopped for ceremony, because I wished to be the first to puy homage to tbe latest Parisian hero." Ed blankly at him. vainly trying to ; reheud what he was driving at, boring that this wan only another exhibition of his whimsical character. "i)i i j ou know who he was when you strr.ck bim?" he continued. "Know whom?" I queried. "Why. tho man you 6truck last night, of course." "I do not know, nor do I care," I re- plied indifferently, but wondering how Wihion_hacl hearcl of tho affair. "Well, it was no lees a personage man M. Ie Baron, the noted duelist." '■What! not tbe man who, it is said, bas killed his dozen?" I questioned, no longer indifferent. "Tho same. The morning papers are mil of the affair." I explained the circumstances. "Le Baron had evidently been drink ing too much," pondered Wilson. "What will bo the result?" I anxiously inquired. "Duel," was the laconic answer. I could not suppress a feeling of faint ness when it flashed upon me what would be the result. A duel with M. le Baron meant almost certain doath. A refusal to accept a challenge would ostracize me from society, aud more than all else would lose me forever the love of the one being above all others whose affection I most wished to obtain. I knew the young lady and her father too well to suppose that they would look upon me again if I in any way showed the white feather. The matter was taking on a decidedly unpleasant aspect. I looked at Wilson. He was busy stabbing a fly which was crawling along the floor minus a wing. "Do you think he will challenge me?" I inquired nervously. "Challenge you!" he repeated con temptuously. "Challenge you! Why, it is proverbial that Le Baron would rather fight a duel than oat. Challenge you! Why, of course ho will, and I came here this morning expressly to of fer myself as your second. Of course your position as principal iv this busi ness is moro glorious, but then it is more dangerous. Shall I meet the messenger when he comes and make the necessary arrangements?" "Certainly," said I, "and thank you, but I trust the matter is not so serious as you make it appear." ' "Oh, it will come out all right if you will follow my directions implicitly, but you may be very sure the challenge will be sent this morning. Remember you are to leave the whole thing to me." We were still talking over the affair when a card was brought me, upon which I read the name of Adolphe Bosch er, captain Thirty-third cuirassiers. "He is Le Baron's second," declared Wilson as I read the name. "Let him come up." Tho captain on presenting himself ex pressed much regret at being called up on to perform "an unpleasant duty," but was interrupted by Wilson, who ex plained to him that his visit was not un expected, and that he himself had been requested to act for me. He suggested that they immediately depart to make the customary arrangements, to which Captain Boscher assented with more apologies. Left to myself, I began pacing up and down the room, anxiously reviewing the situation. To refuse to fight this man was out of the question. Life, I felt sure, would not be worth living without the woman I loved, and if I declined the challenge I should never be allowed to look upon her face again. On the other hand, to meet Le Baron was, in all prob ability, to meet my death. A cold shud der crept over me at the thought. That was the only thing to do, however—to meet the fellow and let him kill me. I Bhould then at least have the satisfac tion of knowing that my beloved one would honor my memory. The hours passed aB only tbe hours can pass to a man who believes that he has bnt a short time to live. About noon I received a note from Colonel Russell, the father of my dear girl, in which in his brusque way ho informed me of his knowledge of what had occurred aud expressed the hope that I would meet tho scoundrel and kill him. If I did, he would like to see rue afterward. In the afternoon Wilson returned with the announcement that all the arrange ments had been made. "It is to occur tonight," he said. "Tonight," I repeated. Why such haste?" "Oh, to get it off your mind. And we have selected swords." "Swords'" I echoed. "I know no more about handling a sword than a childl You must have known that Le Baron is credited with being tho most expert swordsman on the continent. I should think you might at least have chosen pis tols. That would have given him advan tage enough, heaven knows, but swords —I don't know the first rudiments of swordsmanship. It is murder, cold blooded murder, and you are an acces- sory!" "Pooh! it is all right if you don't so entirely lose your head as to be unable to follow my instructions." "Where is this assassination to take place?" I inquired, paying no heed to hii remark. "In the cellar of a deserted building just outside the city, and we must got ready at once, for it is booked for 10 o'clock, and we have some distance to ride. You make your preparations, while I run over to my lodgings and get some articles which we shall need." He left me, and I attempted to get ready. First I sat down and wrote, or attempted to write, several letters. In my nervous excitement I could only dash off incoherent and broken sentences, which told nothing save my overwrought emotions. I did not realize this at tho time, did not realize anything but that I was to be killed without even a chance to defend myself, for a sword in my hand was as useless against my opponent as a cannon would have been. On Wilson's return we immediately proceeded to the carriage which Ue had in waiting and entered upon our jour ney. I felt as if riding to my own fu neral. On the way Wilson commenced, "The duel is to be io the dark without any light whatever" linterrupted him angrily: "In heaven's name, Wilson, what is your purpose! Why, I will not gol I will not" "Oh, stop!" he put in. "Show a little manhood. Pull yourself up and hear me through. The duel, as I was saying, is to be conducted in a dark room. They objected to this when I first proposed it, but on my naming swords as the weap ons they consented. You and Le Baron are to be locked up in a room without any light and remain there until one oi the other is killed or disabled or begs for quarter. And now for my directions to you: Just before yon go in I will hand you a glass of wine which you must drink and, without stopping an instant, enter the room selected for the combat. Don't delay one moment after drinking the wine, or it will be bad for you. Do as I say, and.you will be the victor. Ask noquestionshbutdfl *» I direct." I did not luir comprehend him, tint caught at the assurance that he under stood what he was doing, and I felt a slight hope that he could aud would find some way out of the difficulty. Some miles from the city wo turned into a private way which led to a desert ed chateau. M. le Baron, Captain Boschor aud the surgeon were already on tho spot. With the slightest recognition of ono another we descended to tho basement, carrying but One lantern to illumine tho way. The room in which tho duol was to take place was about 10 feet square, without windows and with but ono door. It was very high and tho walls were built of split stones. I looked eagerly about, but could see no chanco for out side aid to reach me. I should have been mortally nervous had not the lofty and supercilious air of Lo Baron aroused my anger. The final arrangements wero quickly made, and we each took a cornor, Bword in hand. Tho conditions wero briefly restated, that there might be no misun derstanding—we were to remain each in his corner until tho door was shut, when, after waiting ono mipnte, the signal would be given, and we should be at liberty to slash each other as much as we could, the fight to continue until one or the other was unable to carry it fur ther. My corner was farthest from the en trance and opposite it. After tho seconds had left ihe room, taking the light with them, Wilson on some pretext or other returned ami handed me v small flask. Then turning me about so that my back was toward the open door, through which the light was streaming, ho whispered: "Drink this, but do not turn until I go out and shut the door, and after the duel is ended, before the door is opened, close your eyes tightly and keep them closed until I come to you and bandage them. Say that they are hurt. Your life de pends upon following my directions." Before 1 could reply or question, he left mo, and tho door wa3 shut. The liquor I had swallowed seemed to course through my veins like lightning. My head felt strange and my eyeballs begat to prickle. I turned and was surprised to see what an immense volume of light poured through the small keyhole. As I looked it increased until tho room was so light that I could distinctly see every part of it. I glanced at my antagonist and beheld him so plainly as almost to be able to distinguish his features. He was adjusting something insido his start front. I was about to call attention to the breach of the condition that the room should be in total darkness when the signal was given to mako ready. Lo Baron grasped his sword and leaned forward as if he were endeavoring in tho dim light to make out something in front of him. At the second signal he stepped heavily forward, but surprised mo by quickly springing to one side and then moving stealthily toward the cen ter of the room. I could not understand his tactics aud did not move. He swung his sword fiercely with a downward sweep, then to the right and left and all around him, acting like a blind man sticking at an invisible enemy. Again he moved iv my direction, go ing through the same performance, and this he repeated several timeß until he came so near me that for safety I moved to ono side. " Whero are you?" he grumbled, swing ing his blade around. "Hero," I replied, and as he moved in my direction, brandishing the sword, I stepped aside again, but he kept on in the direction of my voice. For n mo ment he stood still, swaying the weapon like ono who depends solely upon his sense of touch. I was so near him and tho opportunity was so tempting I gave a lunge at bin. He made no attempt to ward off the attack, and my sword touched him. Then he turned quickly, slashing tie air in a circle, but making no motion toward me. It dawned upon me then that he could not see as I could, and I was not long in taking advantage of this. I could easily keep or. i of his reach, while he was com pletely at iity mercy. I compromised with myself on the advantage I appar ently had over him and did not attempt to kill him, but I most cruelly disfigured his face, cutting it until I feared he might die from loss of blood. It could not have been half an hour when I saw that ho was growing weak, and I ended the farce by knocking him senseless to tho floor. Then, doling my eyes and holding my hands over them, I called for help. Wilson, the captain and the surgeon came running in. My friend hastened to me, saying: "Your eyes are hurtl Here, let me put this handkerchief over them while mon sieur the surgeon attends to Le Baron." Ho deft!y placed a thick bandage over my eyes, and refusing the proffered aic of the physician ho led me up stairs anc to the carriago which was to convey me back to tho city and my hotel. Le Baron I afterward learned, was badly "cut up,' both physically and mentally, but none of his wounds was dangerous. On the way homo, when I asked for an explanation, Wilson said: "Well, you know I have made chem istry an absorbing study. Once, while compounding digitalis with some chem icals, I tried its effect upon a dog and discovered that ho could see in the dark est room, running with perfect ease whilo 1 had to grope my way along. On bringing him to the light too suddenly afterward, I sacrificed his eyesight to my curiosity, for lie was thenceforth al most totally blind. Only after several trials did I sufficiently understand the workings of this compound not to injure the animal experimented on. "Except myself I have never tried it on any human being nntil tonight. It is a secret that I am not ready to give to the world. You must remain in your room tonight, and tomorrow you can have but little light. I will be with.you." The morning papers gave a full ac count of the defeat of the great duellist Lo Baron and highly praised the courage and skill of bis American opponent. During the day Colonel Russell called, but learning that I could not see him loft congratulations aud told Wilson that he hoped I would call on him as soon as I was able to bo out, as both his daughter and himself were very anxious to see mo. I called that evening and learned that I had won the admiration of the father as I had the love of the daughter. In a short time I receiv-ed a cablegram from my friends at home telling me that the country had heard of my. fight, and every one was wi.U over my valor, my position was sure. I returnod lo my home with a lovely wife and a most flattering reputation for courage, all obtained by vanquishing a bully with the aid of an "eye opeuer."— Chai les E. Hoag in Romance. Mr. McQuaile'» Cr«st. "Dinnis," said Mr. Hurlihy to Mr. Mc- Qnade, "since tho grocery business has prospered so foino wid ye, an you'ro put tin on the bit ay shtyle, you'd oughter bo afther havin a crist ana mouuygrum. man, along wid ivorything >!*>•" crist an a monnygrum," repeated Mr. McCJuado dubiously, "an shuro, where would Oi bo Rfther foindin 'cmV "A monnygrum's airy made in a min ute by a tasty man," said Mr. Hurlihy, with condescension. "Ol cd twine yea a D, au an M, an a Q if Oi once put me moind to it, but a crist ain't quite so simple. It's got fbe an animile or a Ag ger ay some sort that'll havo a rifereneo to the faytber an gran'fayther ay yez, an sqmotinics there's a couple ay wur ruda goes wid it." "Phwat kind ay wunudsT inquired Mr. Metarule. "A motter, settia out tho princi ples ay yore ronily an ancisthors," re plied Mr. Ilu;. iy. with a comprehensive wave of his 1 .iihls. "No nade lor yea to sr.y army more," Hied Mr. V. ''.*uado, with an expression uf great re! i "Oi'm thinkin Dinms McQuadc'U !u» • a ctiat wid the best ay 'em if that's [>\i ivafa wanted." "An what.! bee" inquired Mr. Hur lihy. "A bin." said Mr. McQuade, with de rision, drawing an imaginary biped in the air witli a sturdy forefinger; "a hin wid a broight eye onhor, her roundhead bint tumid an her ligs jist a-goin, au round the head ay her the wnrruds that gran'fayther shpoke to me fayther man uy's tho toime when wurruk was slow :omin an fayther was loike to fale dis jooraged. 'Kape scratchinl' the onld man 'd say, an good advoice it was. Oi'm thinkin there aint manny cd have n betther crist than the McQuade's!"-— Youth's Companion. Why We Do Not Take Sculpt. If war is unhappily still prevalent, it is at least not war in which every clan is fighting with its neighbors, and where conquest incuns slavery or extirpation. Millions of men are at peace within the limits of a modern stato and can go about their business without cutting each oth er's throats. When thoy fight with other nations, they do not enslave nor mas sacre their prisoners. Taking the purely selfish ground, a Hobbes can prove conclusively that everybody has benefited by the sociid compact which substituted peace an 1 order for the original state of war. is this, then, a reversal of the old state of tilings—a combating of a "cosmic prw • ess?" I should rather say that it is a development of the tacit alliances and a modification so far of the direct or in ternecine conflict. Both wero equally implied in the older conditions, aud both still exist. Some races form alliances, while others aro crowded out of exist ence. Of course 1 cease to do some things which I should have done before. I don't attack the first man I meet in the street and take his scalp. The reason is that I don't expect that he will take mine, for if I did fear that, eveu as a civilized being, 1 should try to antici pate his intentions. This merely xaeatif* that we have both come to see tbat wo have a common interest in keeping th ■ peace. And this, again, merely means that the alliance which was always an i absolutely necessary condition of the sur i vival of tho species has now been extend } ed through a wider area.—Contemporary lieview. Two Views of Scripture Reading. At the American chapel at Luzerne a i Protestant Episcopal minister from this country (low church) read the lessons with such naturalness of manner and propriety of emphasis as to elicit the ad miration of a visitor, who afterward re marked, "How delightful to hear tho Scriptures read with such sense and feel ing!" Sho waß surprised to hear the sis ter of a high church rector, American also, exclaim: "1 can't agree with you. I think it almost blasphemous for a man by such stress and emphasis to impOM his own interpretation ou the word of God. The Scriptures should be read iv monotone." —Christian Advocate. Altogether Too Kasy. George is a plain, matter of fact boy, outspoken and honest, who does not per mit anything to ruffle him. At his ex aminations some of his answers were much liko the boy. When he was asked what was the difference between decimal and common fractions,he replied prompt ly and with tho air of that question be ing almost too easy: "Oh, a decimal fraction hos a point, snd tho other hasn't." — New York i.'ivies. Jlcn in the Woman's l>ul>diit|-. Somebody had been calling tho atten : lion of the wife of the Maharajah of Ku ! purthala to objects of special interest at Jackson park. "So tha'. is the Woman's building," she said as the great white structure was pointed out to her. "Do they allow men inside its walls':" The question is amusing in itself, and yet a great big interrogation mark of the same kind has appeared before the blurred visions of a thousand men who have pnused at its threshold. r.not fail of notice that the man thders through the Woman's 'cms invariably embarrassed ' w;ti .1 ut case. If ho goes alone, he looks 1 conscience stricken, glancing furtively about as if expecting to be ejected. He doesn't allow himself to become deeply interested in unything, and when he finally reaches tho bronze statue of Lelf Ericson at the west portal he feels »v lieved. Naturally enough the married man ac companied by hia wife shrivels into in significance in this atmosphere. He be comes merely the husband of the woman Fttd looks on meekly as she makes the founds. He feels about 11 years old and 8 feet 7 inches in height. He may have been always the self assertive, domineer ing lord and master of his household, but 15 minutes of the Woman's building re duces him to a minus quantity. He feels submissive to a painful degree. Yes, the women allow men inside the Woman's building. But in the nature of things they can't encourage such in vasions.—Chicago Record.