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VOL. I. THE CRACKER'S COURTSHIP. You ex me how I done my courtin'. It’s rather long ago: An’l couWif t tell yo\l how 1 loved, nur why I . loved her so. ' It was durin’ liv our plowin’ time; anyone day la the spring; When jlst ez I wmz thlnkin’ uv her, 1 hearn my sweetheart sing; I wuz in the orchi’d workin’, an’ gmellin' sich perfume Ez a feller's alius gittin’ thar when the cherry is in bloom. I wuz kinder tired like, an’ 1 thought I'd rest awhile; Bo I left the plow an’ hosses, an' sot down on the stile, Where the cherry tree was stan in' like a snow ball in its white, While the cows a strollin’ homc'ards lol' the cornin’ uv the night ; An' she was follerln’ after; so I thought I’d know ray doom, Fur I wanted her to ans'er when the cherry wuz In bloom. I re'ehed up in the branches clos't, an' I pulled some blossoms fust. An’ I made a little poscy fur to help me o'er the wust: Sez I then: “Miss Polly, here's a nice thing; an’ won't you take it, tool - ’ “Why, yes," she sez, “I'll hcv it, an' I'll keep it jist fur you!”— When she skooted off a saying; “But I'm boun' to hurry home; Fur the milkin' time’s a cornin’ an’ the cherry wuz in bloom. Then ev’ry day that I would meet her we'd stop. an’ talk a spell; But then to save my hide from (jinny my fix I couldn't tell! I talked a heap of craps an’ sich like, an’ uv my feelin's some; But somehow in the talkin' spells the right word wouldn't come! An' I dreampt in nights about her, an' about the sweet perfume Of the blossoms In the orchi'd when the cherry wuz in bloom. r axed her one day which she liked best, blue ’ I. plums or cherries, which? ,J*l *he 'lowed that talks who would be fool ghould alius ketch the switch! AitThen she said, ef she wuz some folks she'd , A :‘gay a thing or two, E* jigt what folks in a clrcum/nnc had alius -.cirt to do! An’ ’’’then I kinder took the hint like—ra’al - “•.-'•.•"courtin’ I'd resume An’ git back to the p’nl I'd left when the cherry wuz in bloom. one day at a nabor's shuckin' we sorter stole ;! %. ■ away; ,*An' I vowed I'd bust right then and thar, or make her say her say! “ Sea I, then: “Polly, what’s them blossoms you ... kv> sa 'd you'd keep fur me? 1 give ’em at the orchi’d stile and thar at the ;/> cherry tree.” She sez: “Why, I have got 'em yet; an’ keep 'em In my room; They alius make me think uv you when the cherry wuz in bloom." That sounded sorter hopeful like, arf' I sez to Polly then: “1 kinder want to marry, an'—era"—she blushed an* axed me “when?" “D’you reckin you would hev me, Polly;"—an* then she leant up near: An’ when I kissed her squarely—twict, too—she didn’t seem to keer! An’ here is what she lol’ me, sly like: “I ought en ter perzuo. But we’ll marry, ef you say so—when the cher ries are In bloom." M. V. Moore, in Detroit Free Press. Ilf nal -'I 'll I 1 KmvVi Vf I LKINS had I I J/j )]\ I married ' 1 f\r \y just a year when the first “difference of opinion*’ occurred be tween his beloved spouse and himself. First let me say that though the present Wilkins was the first to bear his name (he was thirty when he married her) Mr. W. for ten years previous to this marriage had been wedded to the amber end of a large and richly colored meerschaum, which continued after his new alliance to share with Mrs. W. his affections. This rival the madam had tolerated for twelve whole months, but patience had at last censed to be a vir tue and this morning she declared war: “How, George,” she began, “you know you are a man of remarkable will power, and whatever you set out to do you invariably accomplish.” “Yes, wife; do you want me to over come your protest and insist upon yoor buying that charming, that perfect love of a bonnet you described to me last evening?” A year’s you see, had bred a sufficient amemnt of the prover bial contempt to Wtng him to the use of sarcasm. “No, George, it isn't that,” she con tinued, utterly unmindful of his im plied refusal to her request, whatever it might be; “but dear hubby.” and here she kissed him, “I’d love you so much more if it wasn't for that horrid old pipe of yours. How can I kiss you, dearest, and be nearly choked and poisoned every time?” It was a pleading, doleful face that looked up into his, and as he kissed it he said he “would think the matter over,” whereupon his kiss was returned with compound interest. I have related the circumstances of this little domestic “difference” about as George told them io me after he came to the office that day, and at the conclusion of which he had spoken of "swearing off on smoke.” 1 laughed at him and thought of it only ap ore of his sudden fancies. •WH after this l v}h}icd the dove-cot one evening, and tor throe mortal hours was importuned by Dolly with requests to make George. stop smoking-. How could f promise snob a thing when pipe wfes my bosom friend and I count ed cigars ns familiar acquaintances. However, a few days later George re fused my proffered weed with the re mark that he had told Dolly he wouldn't smoke for a week as a trial. It was a trial to him, poor fellow. He looked like a consumptive at the end of six days, and the glance that followed the line of bluish vapor from my cheroot was pitiful to see. That night he fell. “I tell yon, old man,” he said, “it was only one day more, anyway, but that one day would have landed me in the hospital, so I did take a cigar from Dolly’s father and broke my promise to her.” Once war was declared it was evi dent that there was to he no let up un til one party surrendered. He was penitent for the broken promise, and she was forgiving, so the field was still unwon. Hut a fortnight saw another trial in progress. This time he held out manfully for ten long days, hut it was his misfortune one night to board the grip-oar with a brawny son of Erin’s black dudeen directly to windward. This was too much for the “weak flesh” and he again succumbed. So it went on for six months —a scries of endeavors and defeats. One day Dolly came to the office and finding George absent we spoke of her trials and tribulations proceeding from his one bad habit. It was almost with tears in her eyes that Dol'y recounted the many attempts she had made to have him reform. Now to console her, and in sheer desperation, I proposed a plan, thought of on the moment, and which, knowing George pretty thor oughly, 1 hoped might work. My propo sition to Dolly was that she reverse her former tactics and, instead of flattering him in the belief that he could accom plish whatever he had set his mind to do, to allow him to accidentally over hear her remark that men were bv far the weaker sex, and that their much vaunted will-ppwer was a mere delu sion; that She had repeatedly seen it tried and found wanting. She strongly protested against such an imposition being practiced on “poor George,” and it took me fully half an hour to overcome her scruples. This I finally succeeded in doing, and the lit tle woman went away planning the ambush into whic the poor man was to be decojred, A-hile your humble serv ant turned again to his work with a sigh for his friend at having such a vi ife, and two for himself for not hav ing one. George left our office that week, and I saw neither Dolly nor him for over a year. When at length we met once more it was at the railroad depot; and after the old-time custom I held out a handful of Havanas. “Smoke?” “No!” "No?” “No!” Refusal, question and reiterated re fusal took exactly three seconds. I had to have an explanation of this, and as we took our seats in the car i asked hhn if he was again trying to‘ swear off and at the same time praying the Lord that he mightn't. “No, old man, it is a sure thing this time, I haven’t drawn a whiff since last September, and its ten months ago this week. You remember the bluffs I used to make at it, for you struck the nail on the head a moment ago. Well I must tell you how I made up my mind to break off for good. One afternoon I went home unexpectedly and found Dolly had a five o’clock tea with a half dozen of her lady friends. They were talking about men, and of course didn't know that one of the odious creatures was listening. My Dplly, my own, sweet little wife, actually spoke out and said she didn’t believe men had any will power, anyway—that she, her self, had only been married a short I LISTENED TO THIS’ SHOWER OF ABUSE. time, but that she knew perfectly well that men is a rule we'Pe very weak creatures indeed. The curious part of it was that all the others seemed to agree with her, and such a raking over as our sex did get was a caution to Benedicts. “As I listened to this shower of abuse directed against us lords of creation I swore (without mental reservation) that madam’s statements should bo given the ‘lie circumstantial,’ or even the ‘lie direct;’ and on my honor, old man, I haven't burnt even a cigarette since. It is the easiest thing in the world to stop too, 1 find,” he.said, with a superior air, which set me to laugh ing outright as I of the success fv.l outcome of Polly's end my eon iJpU'Wy. „ FBARIiBSS IN *t.t. THINGS." BAY ST. LOUIS, MISS., SATURDAY, JULY 23, 1892. M rs. Welkins’ tea table friends still meet at a mutual admiration society, and to this day continue to congratu late themselves on the successful exe cution of Mrs. Dolly’s scheme. While I—l remain a lonely, weak willed bachelor, feeling myself a traitor to poor Wilkins as 1 offer incense in hourly devotion to my triple deity, Durham, Cavendish and Pcriquc. IV. Ernst. MONARCH OF ALL. A Philosopher's Reflections on the Vnn itles of M*n* •lohan Hering, who was a close ob server of ants and their doings, ones gave an account of a battle royal which he watched between two of the small est of the species. It took place on the stem of a leaf; the cause was a scrap of food. The contestants fought until one killed the other. “The victor,” said Hering, “then strutted to and fro in view of the other ants. Napoleon could not have been more sure of his own mighty place in cre ation. ‘For mo,’ he seemed to say,‘was tlie world made.’ The mite was actual ly inflated with vanity.” An observer watching the throng of human beings passing along Broadway, or any of the world’s great thorough fares, would often be reminded of Ber ing's ant. So many are the men and women who express in their walk, their manner, their voice, a sense of their own importance. Here is a middle-aged tradesman who has just driven a sharp bargain; there is a schoolboy who ran a winning race last week: yonder is a young man who is pushing his way successfully into business or into fashionable society, and here comes a young girl whose only claim to distinction is anew hat. These are not strong proofs of superiority to the swarming millions of people on the earth. Yet these men and women bear themselves as if, like the ant, each of them thought: “This world was made for me!” Theodore Hook, viewing a vain mem ber of his college strutting along in cap and gown, approached presently, and timidly demanded: “If you please, sir, are yon anybody in particular?” How many of us, when most secure in our vanity, could stand that probing question? A silly girl who was presented to Prince Bismarck at a levee was asked how he impressed her. “Asa very dull person,” she prompt ly replied. “He ignored me altogether.’' The men and women who have real work in life as a rule forget them selves, and acquire that total lack of self-consciousness which is the basis ol the finest manners.—Youth's Coniptn iqn. QUEEN BESS’ MEAD. H Fragrant Mixture Once High in Royal Favor. Comparative!/ few people nowadays know from personal experience what mead is. A sweet, sickly, honey drink, which the concoctcr called mead, was once proffered to me in a country place as a sovereign remedy for a cold’ but of the two the cold seemed the lesser evil. The Russians still make mead secun dum artem, but only in remote parts of England is there any of the drink of the Norse divinities yet to be had. The writer of au article in the Man chester Quarterly some time agrt mentioned with enthusiastic ap proval some very old bottled mead which he mot with in the course of some rural wanderings, and it is con ceivable that a sweet and luscious bev erage like mead would gain immeasur ably by ago. Queen Elizabeth was a mead drinker, and her grace's recipe for the beverage has been carefully pre served. It seems a fragrant mixture: Take of sweet brier leaves and thyme each one bushel, rosemary half a bush el, bay leaves one peck. Seethe these ingredients in a furnace- full of water (containing not less than one hundred and twenty gallons); boil for half an hour; pour the whole into a vat, and, when cooled to a proper temperature of about seventy-five degrees Fahrenheit, strain the liquor. Add to every six gal lons of the strained liquor one gallon of fine honey and work the mixture to gether for half an hour. Repeat the stirring occasionally for two days; then boil the liquor afresh, skim it until it becomes clear, and return it to the vat to cool; when reduced to a proper tem perature, pour it into a vessel from which fresh ale or beer has just been emptied, work it for three days and turn. When fit to be stopped down, tie up a bag of beaten cloves and mace— about half an ounce of each—and sus pend it in the liquor from the bunghole. When it has stood for six months it v fit for use.—Gentleman’s Magazine. A Woman's Letter. “ M ary," called the husband upstairs, “why don't you come down? Haven’ 4 you finished your letter yet?” “I finished the letter long ago.” "What keeps you, then?” "I am writing the postcript.” “Gracious me! Have I got to mind this baby two hours longer?”—N. Y. Press. An attache of the British legation, in addressing a Washington girl whose name, unfortunately, does not go with the story, said: ‘‘l am sorry that the Behring sea trouble is looking so seri ous, because, with her splendid naval equipment, Great Britain would wipe you off the face of the earth," The young lady retorted: “What, again?" And then rmc a fltwh gt kU#w, THE EARLY FRUITS. Directions for Successfully Preserving Them. The coming of spring with the iirst fruits of season draws attention to the preserving season. Strawberries and pineapples are the first fruits to be pre served. Ho fruit requires more delicate handling In preserving than the straw berry. It is difficult to keep and exeeed- Ingly difficult to prepare so the frag rance and flavor of the berry are re tained. Old-fashioned housekeepers always imbedded their bottles of straw berry preserves in boxes of clean sand, keeping them in a dark close t place. This insured their being kept at a cold dry temperature during the long months of summer. Though this method is troublesome, it is the safest method, and a strawberry preserve, properly pre pared. is so delicious that it pays to take some trouble with them. The French makers of preserves take special care with their strawberries, so that they retain the flavor and almost the firm ness of the fresh berry. Select perfectly round ripe fruit, pick ing them in the latitude of New York, between the first week in June and the last week. The later berries that ripen when the strength of the vine is ex hausted, are not as good for preserving. Weigh the berries before they are hulled, as they should not be handle any more than possible after they are hulled. Allow three-quarters of a pound of sug ar to every pound of berries. To seven pounds of granulated sugar add five pints of cold water. Put the water and sugar in a porcelain-lined preserving kettle. Set the kettle over the fire and stir its contents till melted to a sirup, though it should not boil. Add a tea spoonful of lemon-juice to the sirup. When the sirup is pi-epared have the cans ready and bring out the strawberries, which should be standing in some cool place, not in the hot kitchen, while you are making the sirup. Begin to hull the strawberries, putting them into the cans as you hull them. As soon as a can is full, set it in a pan of hot water and cover it with the boiling hot sirup. Put the cover of the jar on without the rub ber, or if it is one of the new patent jars, open the vent and screw on the cover as tightly as possible. Set the jai*s as soon as they are filled on the table and when a sufficient num ber are filled set them in a large boiler in which a wooden rack has been placed for the purpose. Put kitchen towels or wisps of hay between the jars so as to prevent them knocking together and fill the boiler with lukewarm water up to the neck of the jars. The moment the water begins to boil, keep watch of the clock and do not allow the straw berries to cook over five minutes in the boiling water. Lift the jars out of the water one by one, unscrew the covers, put on the lubbers and screw them up as tight as you possibly can. When they are cold, screw them up again. Wipe each one off carefully, and wrap it in paper to exclude the light. If it is to be packed in sand, this should be done when the jar is thoroughly cold. If not, it should be set away as soon as it is cold in the preserve closet. This should be a cool, dark closet, where the temperature will never range above seventy degrees and where there is no danger of dampness. Damp closets cause preserves to mold. Pineapples may be preserved in exactly the same way as strawberries, except that they should be cooked twenty minutes in stead of five.—X. Y. Tribune. WOMAN'S UNDERWEAR. How a Woman of Fashion Now Attirea Herself. The old-fashioned chemise has had its day. In its place we have now the little petticoat and corset-cover. The long petticoat is generally of silk, as this garment has obtained a firm hold upon the affections of women. The combina tion'suits of underwear, whether of silk, lisle thread or wool, are coming more and more into favor. Probably one reason of this is that the present style of dress demands a tapering, slen der figure, which has made all women more particular about the fit of their underclothes. The fashionable woman of to-day, who has plenty of money to spend, wears first, a silk combination garment, over this a black satin corset and little white petticoat, then one of flannel, prettily embroidered; a corset cover, which seems to be a mass of lace or embroidery, and over this a glr.ee taffeta petticoat. All petticoats are made with a yoke, and by the time her dress-skirt is slipped on, everything fits like a second skin. Even her stockings may easily do without supporters, and button on to the corset. French per cale has not taken well here for sum mer underwear. Its expense is per haps the reason, for it certainly is a delightful material to wear. Persons in,ordinary circumstances invest large ly in cambric for drawers, under-petti coats and corset-covers, trimmed with embroidery, torchon, or Medici lace.— Arthur's Home Magazine. Utilizing Old Furniture. If you have in the house an old fashioned, half-circular sofa, you may arrange a corner with it by placing an adjustable pole at right angles; over this throw a Bagdad curtain or Mojave blanket; cover the sofa with repose in viting pillows, and at just the right distance above place a shelf to hold a lamp. A little taste and ingenuity will suggest various ways of utilizing old pieces of this kind.—Chicago Jour nal. —Tommy—Say, pawl Mr. Figg— Well? "Does a fountain-head have wtw on tin? to?” *‘Vu (fo to hodr CLEARING AN ELEVATOR, flow Two Passengers Gained Plenty oi Room. The crowd in the elevator was enough to suffocate one. There was no excuse for it either, because the building was a well known one down town with sev eral elevators in constant motion. Such was my mental comment one rainy af ternoon last week. 1 had a right to comment on the situa tion. because I was one of the crowd in this particular elevator who were wait ing for it to start on its upward journey, while the man in charge was exasper ating enough to keep waiting for the inevitable one more. Meantime, a fat man was standing on my most expen sive corn and a blonde typewriter had the wet end of her umbrella poked up my coat sleeve. Desperation and an idea came to me at the same moment. Turning to a friend who was with me I winked my right eye and said in a solemn tone: “There was an awful state of affairs at North Brother Island this morning.” Von were in the typhus ward, were yon not?” interrogated my friend, quick as thought. As I said “Yes,” the elevator started up with a jerk; then came in a chorus, which sounded almost like a cry for mercy; “Let me off at the first floor, please." AVhen the guard opened the door the way those people scrambled out of that car was a caution, and I was glad to note that the blonde with the umbrella prodded the fat man in his ear in her excitement. As we rode up to the seventh story in comfort we cheered up the guard by “putting him on,” and the last comment we heard from him when he let vis out was: “Youse gents is dead slick, youse isc. I’ll try that myself some day.”—N. Y. Herald. THE BETTER WAY, Lead and Encourage the Boy, but Do Not Coerce. Lot your boy feel that you are always •eady for him, always interested in his plans, however wild they may be. You cap no longer command him. If that has been your only hold, then may God have mercy on you and on him. His judgment is beginning to grow, per haps. Encourage it. Take him into your councils. It will not hurt you to ask his advice about family matters. See how kindly he will take to being looked up to. Do you not like to have your friends put confidence in you? He is only another you. If his self-respect be small, you are cherishing its growth. How do you treat the tender plants in your garden? Do you keep sunshine away from them, and step on each ten der little shoot as it lifts itself up to the unknown light of a great and strange world? And us the plants gain strength and courage to stand alone, do you nip off their leaves savagely, and water them with a flood that they have hard work to stand against? Do you leave them to droop for a bit of encourage ment, to grow awry for want of a little support to guide them till strong enough to stand alone? Or do you furnish props on every side, and leave the full grown stem a derision to beholders? Never let your boy feel that the household is complete without him. He may prefer anything and everything to his home, but when his “reason grows,” he can not help coming back to it, if you are faithful to your trust. Never indulge in despair, however hopeless the case may seem, but keep a beauti ful trust in Him that will shine in your welcome. He may not be worthy, but he will grow to it.—H. L. Hastings, in The Christian. Had Hooks. Kever under any circumstances read a bad book; and never spend a serious hour in reading a second-rate book. No words can overstate. th§ mischief of bad reading. A bad book will often haunt a man his whole life long. It is often remembered when much that is better is forgotten; it intrudes itself at the most solemn moments, and contaminates the best fueling and emotions. Reading trashy, second-rate books is a grievous waste of time also. In the first place there are a great many more first-class books than you can master; and in the second place you tyin not read an in ferior book without giving up an oppor tunity of reading a first-rate book. Books, remember, are friends, books affect character: and you can as little neglect your duty, in respect to this as you can safely neglect any other moral duty that is cast upon them. —Old Homestead. Hair and Bonnets. Women have been ridiculed by men on account of the absurd little bonnets they wear, and the gentle creatures have patiently endured the criticism because they knew the bonnets went be coming. But now it appears that the wealth of lovely hair which the crc.wn less bonnet reveals is really the rermlt, in many cases, of the very lightness and inefficiency of protection the tiny cover ing provides. Air and sunshine are really the best promoters of growth and beauty of coloring in the hair, and if men would wear a crownless or per forated hat instead of shutting up the hair in an unventilated tunnel every time they go into the air, there would be fewer bald pates in the front rov> s. Revenge is sweet. Artists tell ns that woman’s hair is growing more beauti ful in texture and color, while every one knows a man past forty without a bald spot is ram—N. Y. Sun. —A drowning man will grasp at a •trim. So will a thirsty one,-Wash. TERMS; SI.OO Per Annum In Advance. USEFUL AND SUGGESTIVE. —Never omit regular bathing, for un* less the skin is in a regular condition,, the cold will close the pores and favor congestion or other diseases. Berry Toast.—Take fresh red or black raspberries, blueberries or stravrtierriea and mash well with a spooiw Add sugar to sweeten, and serve as a dress ing on slices of zwieback previously moistened with hot cream. —Good' Health. f —An olive dish doily is a novelty from the Boston needlework exchanges. A circle of "plums” worked in Ken sington stitch with green filoselle is mingled with white silk olive leaves in over-and-over embroidery; the whole done on fine linen, which is fringed as a finish.—N. V. Times. , \ —Chocolate.—Mix three tablespoons of sugar and three heaping tablespoons grated chocolate. Pour on one cup of boiling water and add three pints of hot milk. Boil up once, add more sugar if liked and pour over the well-beaten, whites of three eggs, stir well. Serve with whipped cream on top. —Home. —Smothered Cod.—Fry in a kettle a slice of salt pork; put into this hot fat about three pounds of fresh cod and dredge with flour. Slice a small onion and add a half cup of hot water; cover and cook slowly half an hour. If the head and tail of the cod are skewered together the appearance of the dish is much improved.—N. Y. World. —Small Apple Puddings—Core and pare as many tart apples as needed. Cut out rounds of pie crust, set on the ap ple, fill the core's place witfi sugar and spice, fold the crust over the apple and bake. A molasses sauce made of a cup ful of molasses boiled with a piece of butter and a dash of vinegar, just a lit tle thick, is very nice with this pudding. —Good Housekeeping. —Veal Cutlet—Six pound knuckle of veal, four quarts cold water, one table spoonful salt, six peppercdrns, celery root or one-half teaspoon celery seed, one onion. Wipe the veal, cut the meat fine and break the, bones. Put it into the kettle with the cold water. Skim as it boils, and when clear add the sea soning. Simmer until nthe bones are clean and the liquor reduced one-half. Strain, and when cool remove the fat. Use for white or delicate soups.—Bos ton Budget. —Fairy Cake.—Cream two teacupfula of sugar and three-fourths teacupful of butter. Add one teacupful of corn starch and the same quantity of milk. Thicken with two teacupfuls of flour sifted with two heaping teaspoonfuls of baking powder and add the beaten whites of seven eggs. To make the filling, beat with the whites of two eggs one teacupful of powdered sugar, two-thirds of a teacupful of milk and half a teacupful of flour. Add, and stir in, one pint of boiling milk, letting all boil down for a few minutes. Flavor with lemon and spread between the cakes. —Detroit Free Press. —Minute Pudding.—Put a quart of milk over the fire with a bit of lemon peel, or a teaspoonful of lemon extract in it. When it comes to a boil have ready a cupful of flour made into a smooth paste with cold milk; stir slow ly into the boiling milk; let it boil, stir ring it all the time until thick enough. Dip an earthen dish into cold water and out again, pour the pudding into it and let it cool a little. Serve with sugar and cream or hard sauce made by the following rule; Braid together with spoon half a cupful of coffee sugar and one-third of a cupful of butter until smooth. Grate in a little nutmeg,— Housekeeper. MODERN WHALING. It is Conducted on Different Principle! Than Formerly. Although the general belief is to the contrary, whaling is still carried on ex tensively in all parts of the ocean, but the methods have changed greatly since the early days of the stirring warfare. The hand harpoon -was first succeeded by the shoulder gun, which fired a bomb, and that in turn has been super seded by a darting bomb lance. This darting gun, which is used almost exclusively by the Arctic fleet, is a device used close by the side of the whale, which can be hurled successfully for only nine or ten feet. It carries a lance harpoon, having a double toggle, which spreads at right angles with the shaft a distance of six inches, and which, once .firmly imbedded in the blubber, can not be pulled out. A bomb lance is also set in a brass barrel attached to the same shaft as the harpoon. The iron strikes first, and after penetrating a distance of about seventeen inches, or through the blub ber, a projecting wire cut to the proper length explodes a winchester cartridge, which shoots a bomb, loaded with to nite, into the vitals of the whale. Within the bomb is a fuse cut to burn five or six seconds. The tonite is a form of dynamite which can safely be burned in the palm of the hand, but when con fined, has an explosive force ten times as great as <’ at of ordinary gunpowder. The bora 4 are very deadly, some times killing the whale outright. Frag ments of the shells have been taken from all parts of the whale, from the point just behind the head, where it is usually fired, to the tail.—Golden Days. Some Compensation. Miss Pinkie Rosebud—l don’t believe it’s going to be a nice angel cake at all. The longer you work at that dough the worse it looks. Younger Sister—Yes, but see how white and dean it’s making my bftnda, TiUnwui NO. 28.