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BY ADBIK C. M'KEEVBB. I not the world <>f science Fur 11 roof of m. lutloi *s might, How I i_• the v.i.,1(1 Dw i'i*ii sv. inking Thr r.yh a,. - ■ darkest uight; 1 qutHii/.n / .t His power Or doubt Hia koly grace, 1 bii' r.' >U ; i y >!'vior liveth, An.. Ivug to behold bis face. Ob, i •ir i; 1 faith that strengthens Ob ' •it i * til hope thai can not; die, Tin gh the joy of the world be gone I I love to dream of that heaven, To picture ita perfect rest To hearts that have grown world-weary Aiul reached its shores so blest. I cure not the skeptic's whisper, I know my Father's might; He lias said tlio* our sins are scarlet His pardon can make them white. How dare I doubt His promise Or question His loving grace— -1 but knots mv Savior liveth, I hope to behold his face. WILLIAM snuno, Ohio. 0111 MURDERER; The Sea Gives Up Its Dead BY BARBARA THORNE. i Psf f TBT is often asserted 1r 5® I M ie opponents ' U fATi im I r m J spiritualism that j I[■jvjPptlie occult science ' ftt practical use Iff yjf / the detection of crime. One case : that came under my own observation, however, contro- | verts this statement. I have a morbid ; habit of imagining tlie crimes that cer- j tain persons of my acquaintance might i commit, if given the temptation and | opportunity. No doubt this mental ' peculiarity of mind is due to my oceu- ! pation, that of a detective. I had been sent to Paris upon busi ness connected with a bank robbery, i and having no charge upon my return voyage was at liberty to employ my leisure tim<* in studying my fellow-pas- I sengcrs. I was especially fascinated by a , youpg husband aiul wife, of whom I *ould not learn much except that they were New-Yorkers aud bore the name of Tracy. Though I never exchanged a dozen ' words with the lady, yet she won my 1 deepest sympathy, from a certain wist ful expression of her beautiful eyes a look which I imagine often character izes a neglected wife. Tim gentleman was always affable, fen* a general favorite; still, I could fcot rid myself of the conviction that he would help his gentle, delicate wife out cf the world if he had any power ful incentive to the crime. ILaropean voyages were rather longer in t'flose_davs than tiiev are now. Ours /M i ' = ~~~ n\\\ /\ U' 1 at nrst a prosperous one. The i gcxoi ship sped oil, through bright days j and starry nights, until we were near ing New A ork; then a fierce storm j drove us out of our course, and for a ! week most of our passengers were too ; sick to care whether we ever reached ' our destination or not. Then the gale j abated, and we resumed our occupa tions. Mr. and Mrs. Tr-icv did not appear, however, and 1 was shocked and star tled to learn that the lady had died during the storm, supposedly from heart disease, aggravated by sea sick ness, and her body had been consigned to the watery deep. The funeral had been hurried, in compliance with the demands of superstitious sailors, who in some way learned of Mrs. Traev's death, and insisted that a corpse on board would sink the ship. Of course the explanation of the lady's udden death seemed reasonable enough to (very hodv except my self. Grave suspicions haunted me that the poor, sad-faced little wife had been foully murdered, without a hand hav ing been raised either to help or avenge her. But I kep 4 my own counsel, for if a crime had been committed all evi dences of it had boon swallowed up by the sea. and bringing the guilt home would be a hopeless undertaking. Bo 1 tried to dismiss the affair from ' my mind: but at night, in my state room. a paii of ■ ft, dark eyes seemed to haunt me, ph ading for help. I had noopportm ityto see the wiaower, for he remaiued constantly alone in his state-room, evidontb in too deep afflic tion to come among us. Wcarri ' in New Vork two weeks behind time, and T found a great deal of business w liting for me at the Bu reau. My attention was occupied b. a hundred new cases, still I was often haunted by Mrs. Tracy's sad eyes, and the old suspicions would arise as to the causes that led to her mysterious death at sea. This was a case in which I had men tally volunteered my services, yet so far could sec "no 'thoroughfare" to i the end dr ; red. And now, strangely enough. J fn' iueutly encountered Mr. 1 Tracy, the widower, in my wander ings, and I occasionally devoted some i of my leis ire time to shadowing him so that I became protty well acquaint, ed with liis mode of lire, which was not I at all that of a sorrow -r.tviek en ' man • it was, it; fact a decidedly gay career in which ho was indulging. Time rolled on, until it was nearly a year since my returnfrom Europe, ami with all my experience uot a ghost <>i apian for bringing the gay widower t( justico had one presented itself to my mind. In this emergency I one even ing confided the story to my sistei Rose, whose quick intuition had often thrown light upon somo obscure point in cases 1 was studying. She was interested at once, and after a little reflection said : "If you will contrive somo way to bring that man here a few times in n social wav. 1 think I will lind out some plan to torce a lull confession from him." I smiled a little doubtfully at this, as I answered: "I hope you will, sis ter mine, yet remember, wo have not a particle of evidence against him. Even tho ship's surgeon was ill at the time of Mrs, Tracy's death and unu blo to attend her." "Yes. I know all thai" answered Hose, "but you bring him here and I think wo will force a full confession from him belore many weeks roll by." | The result of this conversation was ! that Mr. Traev soon became quite a frequent guest at our little home, yet nothing of any interest occurred. He was genial, polite, and apparently very frank, without a care upon his mind. I confess that I almost grew to like tho man, and began to be ashamed of my suspicious. J remarked something like this to my sister one day, and then begged her to tell me what was her plan to extort a confession. She only shook her pretty head to all my plead ings, but refused to join me in my new feelings of regard for Mr. Tracy. A few weeks later I was deputed to | invite "Our Murderer," as Hose and I called him, to an evening entertain j ment at our house. There was to be I music and tableaux. My part of the i performance, hose said, was merely to j sit next to Mr. Tracy in the audience and prevent him from leaving the I house iii any event, for, as llose sig nificantly observed. "Something might I happeu that would frighten him." Upon the evening of the entertain i ment the company assembled at about i D o'clock, Mr. Tracy and myself being j assigned Heats in the rear of the others. I The tnbleoux, interspersed with music, went on successfully for an hour, then the programme changed and the stage I manager made this announcement: "Ladies ard gentlemen, we are fa ! vored to-night bv having in our midst i tlie great materializing medium. Dr. j Slayton, recently from London, where I ho suffered considerable persecution for the sake of his supernatural pow ers. He lias kindly consented to give us a slight exhibition of his remarka- I ble ability to communicate with the unseen world. He promises, however, not to frighten anybody who has not a j guilty conscience." j This speech was greeted with laugh ' ter and applause, and tho introduction of Dr. siiiviuii was generally believed to be a capital joke, part of the amuse ment of the evening. But the verita ble Doctor soou appeared upon the I stage, to the surprise of my companion and myself, who were familiar with his appearance, ho having been one of our fellow-voyagers upon the fateful jour j ney from Europe, Nothing very terrifying occurred. ! Some familiar airs were played by un- ! j seen agencies, and bouquets of natural \ i ilowers were bestowed upon some oi | the ladies—nowers mat came irom nowhere, apparently. Presently Mr. Tracy and myself were requested by a messenger to re ! pair to the library. We crossed the px "I WAS ESPECIALLY FASCINATED BY A YOUXO liall and entered the room, which was illuminated by the silvery light of tin full moon that shone through the long windows. We were not alone. The phantom like figure of a woman stood by a win dow, apparently gazing out into tin radiant night. She slowly turned al our approach, and we stood face to face with the ghost of the murdered wife. For a time I could never teli ho v long dead silence reigned. Ther these words were pronounced in o chilling tone that seemed like an echc from the tomb: "The. sea [fives up its dead My companion sank upon his knees in pitiful, abject terror. "Oh, Gene vievo. forgive, forgive me!" he cried, i "j\l. God, I have suffered how I have | suffered! Pity and forgive me!" The attitude and the cry of unmis takable anguish were, to my mind, suf I ficicnt evideqpe of Tracy's guilt. While wo were both completely dazed, the apparition vanished. When the villain had somewhat recovered, and become aware of all that lie had belriyed. he tried in a confused way | to account for his exclamation, lmt I j was not disposed to lose tlio advantage I GO gained, anil so affected to possess absolute proof of his crime. binding denial useless, ho confessed i all and pleaded eloquently for his lifo. His evident remorse affected me. I ! called in Rose, and the result of our consultation was that we agreed to keep to ourselves all knowledge of Traev's enmo, upon these conditions: The criminal was to devote SIB,OOO out of his annual income of $20,000 to the sick and destitute of the pover ty-stricken portions of New York, and he was to live an upright, regular life. He was to personally superintend, each year, the distribution of this money, uiul at the least deviation from the terms of these conditions wo were at liberty to denounce him to the au thorities. To make everything secure, we had exacted a written confession from him, to be used is evidence in case he violated tlio terms of our con tract. VERY EXCITING SPORT. | CATCHING ALLIGATORS IN SOL'TII- EltX SWAMPS. Traps Laid for Saurian* anil Hnw tho Shvhko Ileust* Sometime* Fall Into Them—Rejoicing by the KuCiro Colored Population When tne Captive I* Finally Killed. I k—?Oil days after having fi u ft the plantation of I Col. -liin Thompson, near Alligator Swamp, N. C., Denton, mvself, and Calob, our colored guide, continued our journey still horse hack in a southwester ly direction toward the South Carolina i line, writes a corre spondent of tho Chi- I cago Times. Tho country wo pnssed over was one continuous network of rivers, creeks, swamps, lagoons, and morass. A great portion ot it was densely timbered with cypress, pine, oak, and sycamore (the latter the old Southern buttonwooJ). It was populated pretty thickly in a few sections only. The groat swamp tracts, covering thousands of acres, con tained but few whites, however, the popu lation being made up of negroes, whose indolent nature and impervious organiza tion rendered them proof against malaria and steady work. Lassitude and superstition grew more | prevalent as we journeyed toward the Gulf, until as wo approached South Caro lina we found the blacks, like the islanders of the south seas, idling away their time lolling about in tho shade or congregated at coiner stores in groups waiting for that long-lookod-for aud always expected "forty acres and a mule." Caleb wasn't one of that kind, however. Ho was EFFECTS OF THE SNUFF. much more intelligent than tho majority, j energetic as negroes go, and withal brave and somewhat rash—an almost unac countable feature with tho tar-heel darky. One afternoon wo approached a branch of Waccamucca River at the edge of a big swamp, A darky ferryman lay on the sand of tne beach in the broiling sun, with his mouth wide open, sound asleep. His scow, a fiat-bottomed boat perhaps twenty feet long, was tied to tho shore awaiting doubtless the arrival of some travelers like ourselves. Beyond on the opposite side of the stream the country stretched away in a broad savanna with fields of cotton and corn, with here and there the typical log cabin of some negro tenant or laborer, while at a distance be low of half a mile or more the white wnlls and ivy-covered verandas of some planters' residences brought the first pleasaut relief to our eyes and senses for over a week past. The old Virginia and North Carolina darky is as full of anything that partakes j of fun as an egg is full of meat, and i Caleb was no exception. Begging us not to interrupt the slumbers of our prospec tive Sharon, he dismounted, took an im mense pinch of snuff, aud, quietly slip ping up to tho darky, dropped the whole mass fairly down his wide-strotched nos trils. The next few seconds were rife with a display of facial contortions it would bo folly to undertake to describe. The old darky drew in his nostrils until his fiat nose looked ready to disappear altogether. His immense mouth, which a moment before had gaped opon wide enough to frighten a rhinoceros, closed like a lly-trap, while his upper lip fiew TRAPPING AN ALLIGATOR. up over his nose. For au instant tho entire black face writhed and contorted I with tho most surprising facility. Then ' his eyelids Hew open and a volcano toro loose. No such sneeze was over heard in I that peaceful locality, and tho noiso star j tied tho flamingos along the beach, i Just as the old darky gave vent to that I tremendous sneeze Caleb let go a couple | of shots from an old duck-gun over his head. That finished the old fellow. With a yell of mortal tori or ho went heels over | head into tho river. Fortunately tho water was shallow and lie ran no risk of drowning, hut it was with some difficulty that we persuaded him that we were not devils and iudttced him to come ashore. " 'Fore God, gemmen, die niggah 'spected ole Gabol'd tooted his hawu. What fob you white folks want scare yoh ole Uncle Joe to def fob?" When tho old fellow found that there was no danger of getting hurt, he bogan to get mad, and the end would probably have been a fight with Caleb but for the present of a bright silver half-dollar. That sottled it, and we were soon making our w y at a snail's pace across tho river. When about half-wav over a faiut yell was heard, coming apparently from up the narrow stream which emptied into tho river just at ove, coming from the depths of the swamp. Old -100 began to get excited, and wont to work with a vim, pulling on the rope which spanned the -tream. "What does that noise moan?" asked Denton, as another yell, louder than be fore. came floating down to us. "Hut? W'y dat jes means dat dom nig gas cot a 'ga'or, an' a big one at dat!" "An alligator? You don't moan that there are any alligators in that swamp?" "Dat X dus, honey. Dey's lots 'gators 'bout hero, ail' dev's def on Dies and dogs an little niggas. wyon y las'at d'y • big gator jis scooped up an' swallered two uv the ole woman's pigs. An' ole ! Jake 'lousing los' a tine ca'f yest'd'y j mawniu rite up dar," pointing to a small | cabin about 200 yards above. All of us caught the excitement, and it wasn't many minutes boforo wo were ushoro at the month of tho little river. Old Uncle Joe tied up his scow and we fastened our horses to the trees, knowing j we could not use them in tho swamp. A j walk of about 400 yards over the morass brought us to an open space where the creek widened and doepened into a small ; I lake. Here wo found about a dozen men i I and boys surrounding a tremendous alii- : ; gator, which was doing his level best to ; ! get back to the water and to snap up some | of the more venturesome darkies. He ; J was fully 100 feet away, however, anil the I crowd had surrounded him with long polos and axes. Whenever an opportunity 1 ! presented itself one or tho other would ■ fiit him over the nose with his long pole, i while two or three who had axes were I trying to get in a blow at his head, but i with poor success. However, they kept ! the saurian from getting away while one . old fellow was trying to slip a noose over his head. The old darky had the rope , hung over tho end of a long pole with , which he tried to slip it over the alligator's neck, but the old reptile was too smart, with all his npparent awkwardness, and he kept his long snout from being caught | by swinging it out of the way or snapping | at the rope. Just as we came up, a little darky about 14 or 15 years old got within reach i of tho alligator's tail. That useful or gan flew around and struck the boy just below the small of tho back and knocked him twenty feet away, lauding him in a big bunch of swamp grass. The boy was tho son of an old fellow who had been standing in front of the 'gator, lookiug for an opportunity to fire a load of shot out of an old musket into tho animal's , eyes. Infuriated at his hopeful's mis- I ; hap, and perhaps thinking that he was j j badly hurt, the old darky banged away, i For all the damage he did the alligator, ! ho may as well have fired at a sheet of boiler-iron. The shot glanced off the alligator's hide and frescoed three or four of the darkies, and then pande monium broke loose. They forgot all about the 'gator, and went for that old : i darky. If it hadn't been for tho new ar -1 rivals the animal would have got away doubtloss, and tho old musketeer would have got a threshing, but wo called them J off, and went more systematically to work | to capture the saurian. While one stood on each side, poking I their poles at his eyes whenever he tried to turn or back away, old Joe took the rope and pole and soon had the noose over his head. Then, with a yell of sat isfaction, the darkies all got hold of the heavy rope and pulled it taut. One end was turned about a tree, and as fast as a foot was gained the slack was taken up, until after a half-hour's hard labor tho nlligator's nose was pulled close up to the tree. During the entire time taken up in lauding the 'gator safely the air was in terlarded with interjections and ejacula tions of hatred from the darkies who had suffered to appease his ravenous appe tite: "Swallored my yaller pup las' week, j did yo\ you 'fornal scouu'el? "Chawed up ole Gabe's caf, uml ; humph! Gess ye dun creatin' 'sturbance in dis yer naborhood?" "I dun spec' youse same ole 'gator what got Cato Smif's boy las' summer. Won't have no more good times master catin' little uiggaß, you ole debbil!" Tho alligator made a last struggle to escape. Ho snapped his great jaws with | their rows of long, sharp teeth, thrashed his long, dangerous tail about, but it was useless; the negroes soon put an ond to liis career with an ax. After he was killed they drew him up and skinned him and knocked out his teeth. Tho fat was taken away to be triod into oil, and tho ' rest of tho carcass left for the buzzards, which were already sailing overhead, having scented their prey from afar. On the way back to the boat, accom panied by the crow of 'gator-huuters, we learned how they had trapped the alli gator. Tho saurian is extremely fond of dogs, which they often follow into tho fields for quite a distance in hopes, doubtless, of capturing some unlucky oanino. For some weeks past wo learned an alligator had been creating havoo among the pigs and calves of the negroos along the edge of tho swamp and they ' had determined to capture or kill it. ' Knowing its weakness thoy had tied a half-grown pup to a small tree about 200 yards from tho river early that morning, 1 aud while one of their number stood on watch for tho first appearance of their victim the rest of the crowd retired to the shade, and, negro-like, stretched them solves out for a nap. It was afternoon, just before we arrived at the river bank, when tho boy on watch reported the pres ence of the 'gator. The negroes waited until ho was within a fow feet of tho cry ing and howling pup before they broke cover. Whether thoy would have suc ceeded in killing their enemy without help is a question of serious doubt to my mind. However, when thoy did finally succeed in killing liini they were tho most delighted lot of darkies I had scon in "The Tall or Roberto." Speaking of that stereotyped answer of the bookseller, "Wo haven't the book in now, but will send and get it," the "Listener" recalls a story. In a cer tain family every member wrote out a list of the Christmas presents that he or she would liko to get, and hung it up on the chimney-piece, for the guidance of those who were going to make gifts. It was rather convenient and nice all around. Hut a young man of the fam ily conceived the idea of throwing a lit tle humor into the list of things that ho wanted, and among tho other articles that ho put down as desirable Christ mas present for himself ho included "The tail of Roberto." Now Roberto was the name of a cat that lived in the house, and the vouug man could not ! possibly have the cat's tail for a pres- I I ent, because it was bob-tailed. It was i a fairly good joke, but it happened that i a member of the family, who wasn't ! very good at orthography, took this entry for the name of a book, and, hav ing a partiality for the young man, started off on a tour through the book stores in search of it. "Have you 'Tho Tale of Roberto?' j she asked at a very large and entirely I first-class store. The bookseller scratched his head a moment and made answer: "No, we haven't it in stock just now, ! but we cau send and get it for you!" Too True. Joke—Hullo, what do you call your self. Broken Pin—l'm a pin. Joko—No; you're not a pin, either. You haven't got head enough for a pin. Broken Pin—Huh! What do you think you are ? Joke—l'm a joke. Broken Pin—Pooh! You're no joke 1 —you haven't, got point euough for a joko. Embarrassing. "Did you use your French while you wore in Paris?" asked a young woman of a friend who had just leturned from a European tour. "Onco or twico—but it was embar rassing." "Why?" "We nearly always had to tell what wo wanted in English before we could get any one to understand us."—ilfer chant Traveler. HOW GLASS IS BLOWN. AN HOUR IN THE INTERIOR OF A GLASS FACTORY. Many It.-autil.il Forma Produced Without Much Aid iron. Tools or Machinery—An Art in Which Litllo or No I'rogross Hag Been iMado in the Lust Three II uudred Yours. HAT tho glass-blow f B | ing industry ought IB Vto be one of the principal factors of C- ■ the commercial pros- —EH - perity of tho United < Stales is apparent Igiic.jj. tf.at once to any one collH 'dors how |!/grrlinstinctively tho av- N erage American takes to any me chanical art which j laiF demands personal | i j i 'lU'llL " smartness and activ ity rather than com plex theories carried out to practical con elusions. Glass-blowing io perhaps tho most striking illustration of diversity of forms obtainable with the minimum of tools, of the emancipation of the strug. gling operative from costly machinery and a long apprenticeship in many branches. Three hundred years of steady development in the technical arts have added little or nothing to the rosources of the glass-bower, aud tho tools retain the primitive simplicity of tho days of Queen Elizabeth and tho Venetian artists in inimitable glass-work, Tho only im- Eortant labor-saving invention, that of ottle-molding, is an American device. Withal, glass-blowing as an art has re ceded rather than advanced within tho I ANCIENT EGYPTIAN GLASS BLOWERS. Inst three centuries, just as painting lias , done. The Venetian artists in glass have left no successors. Beautiful effects are still obtainable in stained-glass windows and oramental goblots, but a collection of sixteenth century relics is not indica tive of modern progross, or of any com parison which con be said to be other than odious. Entering a glass factory, tho first object which attracts attention is the great cen . tral furnaces in which the glass is melt ed. The uiOßt unobservant person will have noticed that ordinary glass presents itself in three aspects—brown, green, and : stainless white or flint gla-s. The former I tints are due to the presence of iron-oxide iu tho sand, which is one of the princi pal ingredients. When colorless glass is desired the iron has to be eliminated, or tho color masked by suitable means, and j it is a noteworthy fact tbat a proportion of iron in tho sand too small to he indi | catod by the most delicate assay will im ; part a distinct hue to glass. Different j metallic oxides impart different hues; thus tin or arsenic will render the product i white and opaque, gold will give a ruby i red, copper in the form of black oxide with a little iron ore will yield an em j or aid-preen product; cobalt-oxide a blue, manganese a purple, oxide of uranium a 1 yellow, and so on. I It follows that where colorless glass is desired tho greatest care has to be taken to insuro tbo use of sand in which the metallic oxides referred to are disfcin i guished by their absence. I The furnace takes up quite a largo part i of the room in a glass factory, and is cir i cular in form, to allow tho operators to approach tho pots from all sides. The accompanying cut will give an idea of the arrangement of the melting-pots on 1 the siege or true floor of tho furnace. As these melting-pots aro of large size (some are fifty-flvo inches in diameter) and have to withstand continuously a heat which ' will easily melt iron or steel, it follows ' that thoy have to bo made of well knead ed, tempered and nnnonled lire-clay. There is a glorious uncertainty about the life of a melting-pot. It may give way j and break up in eight hours, or it may ! last for months. In any case tho sides wear through and get thin in the lapse of time from tho absorption of tho clay i into tho vitrified molten mass within. Just so long as a good pot can be patchod up and fortified it is kept in use, but when a pot has to bo removed, no matter un der what circumstances, it means a hot, hard day's work for all hands. The first thing is to dislodge tho broken frag ments of the pot, or tho whole affair bodily if not broken, by battering-ram blows directed with a gigantic crowbar into tho interior of a furnace heated like unto that into which Shadrach, Meshcch, and Abodnogo wore cast in tho days of old. When tho work is completed, the new pot, already annealed and heated to whiteness, has to be placed in position, and as the pot and contents may weigh | many hundred pounds, tho ordeal is necessarily a severe one. Burns and ' blisters are every-day occurrences in a glass factory, but tho visitor soon lonrns ' one lesson. If he wishes to avoid burns and blows he will not seek to get out of tho way of the mon. Ho will act most , wisely in recognizing that they have an i independent intelligence. The man who keeps cool in crossing a street will be I THE HABYBR i safe in walking under tho noses of tho horses; the nervous pedostriian who ad vances, turns back, and then stands still has only himsolf to thank if he is run over. i It is a busy scone, this interior of a ■ glass factory in full blast. About 100 j bauds, men and boys in nearly equal pro portions, aro employed. First the oper ator sticks tho end of a long iron tube into a glowing white hole and draws the instrument forth with a glistening gelatin ous-looking mass at tho end. He rolls this mass actively for a fow momouts on a Hat slab cailod a "marver," from a cor ruption of the Froucb word marbre, mean ing marble, that substance being former ly employed in making tbo slabs. Tho marver is placed in a slightlv inclined po sition on a wooden slab, and the rolling of tho glass on tho surface, easy as it looks, is quite an art. "While the glass is still in tho soft, pasty condition the operator blows it | slightly and guides tho lump into tho in ! terior of a mold closed by a treadle, blowing it all tho time. 'J ho transfor mation is almost instantaneous, and when tho pressure on the troadle is released the tube is withdrawn with a "full-blown" bottle at tho end of it. As already re marked, this bottle-mold is an American invention, and tho saving in the case of cheap goods is very great. Tho bottles are annealed—a process of reheating and gradual cooling—and finished off at the uecks. etc., by manipulation at the "glory holes'' of smaller furnaces. In another p irt of tho factory the vis itor witnesses the making of carboys, or the huge jars employed to hold acids and liquids in bulk; the final shape in this instance also being given by pressure in a , suitable mom. Ine carboy, eeroro Deing taken to the annealing furnace, is de tached from the blowing-rod by a dex trous Hip on the neck with a stream of water, which outs off the carboy as clean as if a knife or tile wore used. A similar expertness is exhibited by a neighboring BLOVING OIiASS CARBOY. woraman, wno, betore expanding tne "gathering" of molten glass into a car boy, examines it critically to detect flaws and impurities undiscernible to an ordi nary eye. These flaws are picked out with a hot iron tool, just as a cook would extract a plum or cherry stone from a mass of dough. "A SISTER GOOD AND TRUE." She Wanted No Talent Church Music. / NE of Will Carle- I X ton's ballads em- V. the lament JMjoi "a sister good rue " ovor introduction of an organ into the old A I C^ RO ' And when the folks got up to ning—' Whono'or that time shall bo— I do not want 110 patent thing A squralin' ovor 1110." A venerable woman bad built and en dowed an Episcopal church in a village in one of the Eastern Statos, and it was so identified with her that every body called it Miss Smith's church. I WON'T HAVE NO FIDDLE IN MY CHURCH! There had been great trouble in keep ing the singers up to the pitch, and, as the village shoemaker performed 011 the violoncello, permission was ob tained from the pastor to introduce this instrument into the gallery to sus tain the voices. On the first Sunday that it appeared, no sooner had the unlucky Crispin drawn his bow across the strings to give the singers the pitch for the Yonito than Miss Smith, in the front pew below, turned swiftly around, the bows 011 her bonnet trembling with the agitation which shook her pious frame, and criod out, in loud tones: "Stop! stop! tako that thing out! I won't havo no fiddle in my church I" Here Is a Genuine Touch of Pathos. A lady living on Sixth street, who has a window full of flowers all in bloom, answered a ring at her door bell the other day to find a littlo girl shiver ing on the doorstep. "Please, ma'am," said the waif, lifting her shy, beautiful eyes to the face abovo her, "will you give me a llower?" The request, was such an unusual one that the lady hesitated in surprise. "Just one little flower," pleaded the child, looking as if she wore about to cry. "Why, of course, you shall havo a flower, child; come in. You shall havo a pretty red rose," and the good woman looked for her scissors and stepped to t lie window where the flowers grew. Before she had cut one a light touch foil ou her arm. "Not that one, please—not a red one; that white one. Oh. won't it be just bootul," and the little girl pointed to a enndidum unfolding its lily petals. "That!" the mistress of the house shook her head. "I cannot cut that one, child. Why must you havo a white one? Why won't any flower do?" "Oh, because—because—because, it's for poor mamma," and the child burst into a violent tit of weoping. "Mamma is dead and I runued away to get her some flowers." The next moment she was sobbing 011 the bo.-om of a new friend, and when she went away she was comforted, and she carried the precious lily with other flowers to the home were death had been.— Detroit Free Press. lie Made 11 Mistake. An underground train, in which was an inebriated old gentleman, stopped just as lio awoke opposite a signal box. Catching sight of the brilliantly illumi nated place, within which throe men in their shirt sleeves could be seen franti cally rushing around and pulling at the row of lovers in front of them, he craned his head, put half his body out of the window, and shouted; "I consider this mosh kind, consliider ate on part ov tli' Cumpny, to look after tlx' comfort ov th' passhengersh, an' I'll have half ov bitter with jush a dash ov g g-gin in it, if you'll sheiul tho pot boy down wish it." London Pick- Mr-Tm Understood the Family. Monsiour wanted the picture hung to the right; madamo wanted it on the left. But monsieur insisted that tho servant should hang the picture accord ing to his orders. Consequently Joseph stuck a nail in the wall on the right, but this done he also went and stuck another in on tho left. "What is that second nail for?" his master inquired in astonishment. "It's to save mo the trouble of fetch ing the ladder to-morrow when mon sieur will have come round to tho views of madamo."— London Punch. FOLLY AS IT FLIES. IT is the scissors-grindor who likes to seo things dull. THE man who "catches it from all I sides" ought to make a good ball | player. THE wheels of matrimonial life run more smoothly where there is a little juven-ile. M. EIFFEL'S daughter is to bo mar ried. Of course she will go on a wed ding tower. VOICE from the cage: "The saloon," he solemnly drawled, "is the house that Jagg built." EVERY ouce in a while the banana peel looms up as a sad reminder of the roller-skating crazo. WHEN a woman loves a man she goes the whole hog, even to the wart on his nose. It isn't this way with man. MAMMA —Don't let me speak to you again. Tommy. Tommy—You bet I wouldn't if I knew *how to stop you. "WHAT is sweeter than to have a friend you can trust?" asked Sawkins. "To have a friend who will trust you," replied Dawkins. YOUNG husband— YOU look thought ful, dear; is your subject a deep one? Young wife—Oh, no, indeed; I was only thinking of you. SPEAKING of the hoped for rise in the American merchant marine, it is in or der to remark that a little smack often develops into a court-ship. LEVEL means flat, yet the man who would feel flattered to bo called level headed would object strongly to being called flat-headed. Odd, isn't it? URGENT Suitor—With any sort of management wo could certainly keep alive on SBOO a year. She—Yes, dear, but I would sooner be comfortably dead. "GOT a stiff neck Georgo?" "l r es." "Cold?" "No; a pretty girl sat a few seats behind me in the theater last night, and I had to turn round so oftou, you know." SCHOLAR —Teacher, is it proper to talk about tho face of the globe? Teacher—Yes, Willie. Scholar—Say, teacher, where is the back of the globe's head? "IT is not easy to be a widow," said Mrs. Faux Pas, when the forlorn state was under discussion at a new conven tion. "One must resume all the modesty of girlhood without being allowod even to feign its ignorance." HOUSEWIFE —Your impudence amaz es me. I infer by your nose that • Tramp—Ah, madam, you do me great wrong. I do not drink. My nose is simply a blush absorbed. OLD Maid (who wants a portrait ol her dog)—Do you take instantaneous photographs here ? Photographer's boy —Yes, ma'am; run right in, and he'll tako you afore you're a minute older. TOMMY —Where is Variance, Mrs. Peck? Mrs. N. Peck—l do not know, Tommy. I never heard of tho place before. Tommy—That's funny, for mamma said that you and Mr. Peck were at variance two-thirds of the time. "PAPA," said a boy much given to reading, "I have often seen the phrase, 'All right-thinking people' in the pa per. What kind of people are right thinking people?" "They are the sort of peoplo, said the father, "who think as wo do." "CAN a man belong to a brass baud and be a Christian ?" asks an exchange. We see no impediment in the way. But if he is a member of a brass band, and is given to jn-acticing on his cornet or trombone at home, it is an utter im possibility for the man living next door to be a Christian. SALESMAN in shoestore (deferentially) —I hardly think a No. 2, ma'am, will Customer (with some asperity)— That is the size I always wear, sir. If you havo none I will go elsewhere. Sales man (equal to the occasion) —"I was speaking of tho ordinary No. 2." Sells her a pair of fives. A WARNING TO HASH BOYS. Just a groat big turkey, Juot a littlo boy; Jusi Homo uroaut and candios— Happineng and joy! Just Home deviled lobstor Littlo boy must tako; Then Janiftlca-gingor And_l.be a£oraoo)yieho. _ Afraid to Go to His Own Room. David Henderson, Manager of tho Chicago Opera House, aided and abet ted by his Treasurer, Mr. Prior, con cluded to make Mr. Harry Ballard a present. Having spent a day in knock ing about the stores looking for some thing suitable, they wound up tho search by purchasing an educated par rot. It was laken to Mr. Ballard's room while he was absent, and that same night after his work ho retired immediately upon reaching liis bed room. As sleep wooed him he heard a boice: "This is a fine time of night for you to bo coming home." Mr. Ballard is not accustomed to heir such talk. There is no occasion for it. The first thought thatoceurred to him was that he might have entered the wrong room. He soon satisfied him self that ho had not, and again pillowed his head for sleep, when: "What a head you'll have 011 you to morrow!" broke in upon his ears. This was uncalled for. Mr. Ballard arose and looked in his mirror. Ho examined his ice-water cooler. Nothing there but water. Ho again went to bed. "Next time you go out you'd better take me along," was muttered in his ears, and he got up again and did what few men ever do—looked under his bed, and then in the closet. Nothing any where, and again he went to bed. "Where did you get that liat?" was propounded in awful solemnity, and he sprang from bed, turned up the gas and thrfew up tho window sasli. Ho sat there until morning dawned and then rotired. He slept. When he awoke it was noon. And glancing up at the top of his wardrobe lie discovered the parrot in his cage, with a card hung on the door, "Compliments of Hender son and Prior." He lias tried in vain to sell that par rot, and he can't give it away. He has sent it to several places, only to have it returned, and now lie walks the streets at night, an unhappy man, afraid to go to his own room.— Chicago Times. "White in a Single Night." Chemists havo discovered that the hair contains an oil, a mucus substanco, iron and carbonate of iron, phosphata and oxide of magnesia, besides a large proportion of sulphur. AY bite hair con tains also phosphate of magnesia, and its oil is nearly colorless. When hair becomes suddenly white, from fright or other causes, it is probably owing to bWe sulphur absorbing the oil, as in the operation of whitening linen clothes.