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In September twenty-five years had
elapsed since Switzerland got its first
railway—from Zurich to Berne.
The value of the churches and the
laud oil which they aro erected, in
this country, up to July 1, 1897, is es
timated at $080,000,000.
Previous to ten years ago titled men
in England would not act as Mayors
of towns, hut at the recent elections
over a dozen members of the nobility
weie elected, chief among whom is tho
Duke of Devonshire, who is Mayor of
Eastbourne.
A medical authority asserts that "so
long as a scorcher breathes through
his nose instead of his mouth there is
no danger." But how is a pedestrian
to know wheu a scorcher bears down
•u his direction at top speed whether
the fellow is breathing through his
uose or not?
After giving to the world of letters
a small volume of 1 ravels that no ono
ever heard of, Ira Nelson Morris, of
Chicago, bus abandoned literature and
plunged into pork packing. As the
elder Morris of many millions sneer
ingly remarked: 44 A million men can
write books; few have the opportunity
of my son to pack pork."
The London Chroniclo questions tho
wisdom of erecting a statue of George
Washington in Loudon. D. C. Mur
ray, the novelist, is proposing a Na
tional subscription to erccc the statue
and Messrs. Bayard and Hay have ap
proved of the schema. In discussing the
matter the Chronicle says: "Like all
near relatives, England and America
quarrel now and then. Perhaps soma
day it mjgUt occur to a boisterous
jingo to make the statue of the father
of his people the subject of an uncdify
ing demonstration."
A story is in circulation at the
Cpurt of the Hague concerning tho
young Queen of Holland which is des
tined to illustrate that she fully shaves
the pronounced aversion of her sub
jects for Germany, and prefers in every
respect the French. It seems that on
tho last occasion when she met Em
peror William she insisted on respond
ing in French to tho remarks which
he addressed to her in German, and
ou his asking her why she did not
apeak German, she tartly replied that
it was merely because she preferred
French.
The cost of the lastfceusus as far as
commuted is stated at au aggregate of
$11,553,462.50, that amount of money
having been appropriated for expenses
by Congress. It is pointed out by the
Philadelphia Record that "this was at
the rate of nineteen cents per capita
for the whole population in 1890 of
62,622,230 persons. If tho statistics
obtained had been of reasonable ac
curacy, and if they could have been
tabulated and given to tho public in
reasonable time, the expenditure
would not have been deemed exces
sive. But doubt of tho verity of tho
statistics and delay in the publication
have gone far to bring the propriety of
such large expenditure into question.
Either inquiry should be less elaborate
or more scientific."
While there is no doubt, states the
New York Observer, that dissatisfac
tion with the pretensions of tho em
peror and with his methods of govern
ment is a potent eausß of the preva
lent discontent in Germany, the fact
remains that tho chief cause of unrest
is economic rather than political. It
is not so much the suppression of po
litical liberty and the reactionary leg
islation which the Junker following of
the emperor is trying to push through
the Prussian Landtag and in turn
through tho Reichstag, that excites
discontent, as it is the poverty of tho
people, the fact that there is not
enough wealth to go round. The in
ternal development of Germany
and the expansion of German trade
since the formation of the empire have
been so great that it is difficult to re
alize that the empire rests upon an in
adequate economic basis, and that the
brave front which it shows serves to
hide a poverty in some sections ap
proaching that, though without tho
squalor, of the English industrial dis
tricts seventy years ago. But statis
tics taken from the tax returns of
Prussia seem conclusive on this point,
showing, for example, that although
tho limit of taxation is drawn at the
low income of $225, but 8.46 percent,
of the population of the kingdom pay
an income tax, leaving more than
ninety-one per cent, who must make
ends meet in some way on less than
$225 per year. Only one person in
every 550 of population has an income
of $2400 a year, and only 37,000 of tho
32,000,000 of Prussia possess wealth
representing an income of $7500 a
jrear.
SNOW-BIRDS.
Vldo wastes of glittering enow,
The fields niul the lanes adrift,
Wild winds that infrequent (blow.
Gray clouds that remove and shift.
And swift from the ground upspring
Tho snow-birds tiny and wary.
Blown hither on restless wing
In January.
Packod close is tho barren hedge
With white and shining wall;
Tho wind ruts like a wedge
Deep-driven by oaken maul;
And no from the food-lots rise
Tho snow-birds agile and merry,
Under the lorn steel skies
Of January.
Tho sun burns sullen and red; j
The woods aro as black as night
The puise of tho world is dead.
And sudden, to left and right,
I>r<>wn-spun in n whirling maze,
Tho enow-birds over tho prairie
Weave out through tho snowy ways
Of January.
—Ernest MeGafley, in Woman's Homo Com
panion.
LAN INCONSEQUENT I
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■.jJTz'S®- HERE was a big
- crush at Mrs. Sin
c'a'r's " a ' ; bomu,"
{ and people were
— making slow pro
gress through the
rooms, looking cyn
ical or bored or in
terested, as the
case might be.
For vivid, frank enjoyment, tliere
were few fuces to compare with one
girlish one—a little flushed, with shin
ing blue eyes, and soft curly brown
hair clustering about it.
She was a little country monse, hav
ii)g a peep at the enchanted fairyland
of London, and nt her pleasure the
grave face of her companion relaxed,
and he forgot, for the moment, to find
it all a weariness to the flesh and van
ity und vexation to the spirit.
The girl wanted to know'who every ;
one was and all about them; she!
thought them charming, and regrotted '
that she did not live in London.
"Father hates it so," she said.
"Your father had a long spell of it,"
the man said. "But"—and he smiled
very pleasantly—"wo shall very soon
have you among us, X hope, for more
thau u flying visit."
The girl blushed and grew shy, and
then uttered au exclamation.
"Who is that?" she asked eagerly. :
"Look at her, there! That woman
with tho beautiful face and dark hair."
"That is Miss St. Quentin. She
Writes, you know. Writes well, too;
her new book is an immense success,
beiug neither cheap nor nasty."
"Ob! I've read it," Hilda Carson
said, tho pink flush deepening in her
cheeks. "And I Jiked it ever so much. I
1 read it out of doors, too, and it in- '
terested me all the time!"
"l)o von consider that n severe test?"
"Very! And lam glad to have seen
her. She is wonderful, with that clear,
colorless skill, mid those great eyes.
I think—l think—" Slip hesitated a
little.
"Well?"
"I think she is a woman nobody
could help loviug, if they knew her."
He laughed. Her fresii enthusiasm
was amusing, and ho rather enjoyed
it tor a change, but before he could
speak again two or three people joined
them, and he lost sight of Hilda for a
little.
A good many people admired Miss
St. Quentin, but very few even dimly
guessed that, while writing the stories
of others, her own iit'e hid one away
in an inner and very sacred chamber.
They said she was "not a bit im
pressionable," and, for all her beauty,
very unlikely to break her own heart
or any one else's.
There were just two or three people
—of whom Mr. Sinclair was one—who
doubted this dictum, and wondered if
the delicate coldness of her manner
did not hide at least as much of her
nature as it revealed.
But eveu those who had so much
discernment did not know—nobody
knew—of thut summer, eight years
ago, when she and Jack Tremaiu had
met in the old Suffolk mansion. No
body knew of the long, long mornings
in the orchard, talking over everything
and anything, or sometimes sitting in
tho silence that is only possible be
tween friends.
And nobody knew of the afternoons
on the river, or the evenings in the
moonlit garden, or the sudden, sharp
ending to it all.
He was wrong and she wa3 right,
and they were both very proud, so she
let him go, forgetting how hard a
thing it is to be forgiven.
And there had been times when suc
cess had seemed a small thing to her,
and life a very desert of loneliness,
because she missed one voice in the
chorus of praise that greeted her and
one face in tho many friendly ones
that smiled upon her. For Mary St.
Quentin had the virtue of her defects,
and she was terribly faithful.
Six mouths ago Major Tremain had
come home, but society bad seen very
little of him so far, though it was eager
to lionize him and raved over the deed
that gained him that coveted V. C.
Miss St. Quentin had not seen him
at all, though she knew he was, for the
moment, in town, and scanned the
faces in park and street, and party, in
the hope she was half ashamed of—
that of seeing his.
She was always a centre of attrac
tion, and had not been many minutes
in Mrs. Siilblair's rooms before she was
surrounded with a little crowd. She
resigned herself to the inovitablo, and
was trying to forget her one insistent
desire when her hostess camo up with
a bronzed, dignified man at her side.
"Miss St. Quentin, may I introduce
Major Tremain to you?" Hhe said, and
then there was a little exclamation of
mutual recognition, and ten minutes'
ordinary chat, and—that was all.
Ah, yet not all. Who could say |
where it might end—the story began !
in the Suffolk garden, and, interrupt
ed there, resumed in a London draw
ing-room, and to go on—perhaps?
No; certainly, certainly, her heart
cried. Fate could not be so cruel as
to mock her with a mere will-o'-the
wisp of a hope after all these years—
these lonely, lonely years!
A iuan'3 voice broke in tipon her
thoughts. He was the same who had
been talking to Hilda Carson in the
evening, and Miss St. Quentin enter
tained a very kindly feeling for him.
; She made room for him beside her,
and they began to talk.
Presently Hilda passed by, looking
so sunny and animated that Miss St.
Quentin paused in her talk to look at
her.
"What a dear little girl!" she said.
"Who is she? Mr. Cresswell? I saw
you talkiug to her just now."
"Little Miss Carson," ho said, fol
lowing the little white figure with his
eyes. "She is General Carson's only
j daughter, and a very nice girl. A \
great admirer of yours, by the way,
Miss St. Quentin."
"You must introduce us,by andby,"
Miss St. Quentin said, smiling. "Blie
looks so fresh and nice. I don't think !
I ever saw her before."
"No; but I suppose shevrHl be more
in town after her marriage."
"Oh, is sbo engaged?"
"Why, yes. Didn't you know? She
is engaged to Tremain—Major Tre
main. It seems he went to stay with
the Carsons, and that it was a case cf
love at first sight. AU the other fel
lows in his regiment thought him a j
regular, hardened old bachelor, so it |
has been a good bit talked about."
Miss St. Quentin leaned back and
fanned herself slowly.
"You know Tremain, I suppose?"
Mr. Cresswell continued, not looking
at his companion, as he spoke, but
watching Hilda Carson as she stood
talking to some one, with her sunny
smile.
"Slightly," she said. "I used to
know him years ago. He is—or was—
-1 very pleasant."
) "Oil, yes; he's generally popular.
Why," turning suddenly round, "I'm
afraid you're not very well. Can I
get von anything?"
"Nothing, think you. It is only
neuralgia," sho said, quietly. "I am
afraid I must go. I am subject to it,
and it is very bad to-night."
I "I'm awfully sorry!"
| He was all sympathy and eager
proffers of assistance, and when he 1
| put her into her carriage shook hands |
j with reiterated regrets,
j "I hope the paiu will be gone in the
j morning," ho said.
I She smiled at him with white lips
I an d then drove away,
j But the pain did not pass in tho
morning.—London Sketch.
A life Trngmly.
| For twenty years William 11. .Terola- ]
men, of Morristown, N. <T., wassiioftt
iu his home. He made n vow never
to speak to his wife again and kept it
until death faced him. Ono morning
he woke up to find that pneumonia
had laid its grip upon him. He was
eighty years old and he felt that he
could not recover. Then ho broke
the oath, spoke to his wife, kissed her
and died. Upon the day he took sick
lie sent for tho woman whose love ho
had spurned for so many years. His
wife bent over him with a love that all
his harshness had never killed. Ho I
saw the light in her eyes, and, feebly
essaying to take her hand, ho sobbed:
"Dear, I'm so sorry. Will you for
give me?"
Forgive him? Would she? Kneeling
by tho dying man's beside she wept
softly, while he, with tongue freed at
last, rambled on deliriously about old
times. SUe did not leave him until
the end came. He died with his hand
iu hers and a look of happiness that
his face had not borne in twenty years.
The quarrel oconred back in the
'7os over a trifling affair. At that time
.Terolamen was fifty-eight, years old.
He kept Lis vow and lived on, utterly
ignoring the woman who had shared
his joys and sorrows so loug. They
lived in a cottage at Mount Arlington, ;
Morris County, but, as far as Jerola
met: was concerned, it was as if his
wif- *ras not living. She bore tho
slight without a murmur. He dined
iu silence and alone, and so did she. 1
Often Mrs. .Terolamen had to speak to
her husband in reference to household
affairs, but he never answered. He
was a church member, being one of '
the organizers of the Mount Arlington
Methodist Episcopal Church. In
H174 the town waa divided on the
question of prohibition. The old man
tried to induce the members of the
church to indorse the cold-water
ticket at the town election, but they
refused. He swore that be would
never go to church again. He kept
his word in this as he had toward his
wife.—Chicago Tribune.
Vitality of the " Life •Plant."
There is a creeping moss found in
the islands of Jamaica, Barhadoes and
other parts of the West Indies, known
■ as the "life plant." Its power of vi
• tality is beyond that of any other
I member of the vegetable kingdom. It
is absolutely indestruotible by any
l means except immersion in boiling
j water or the application of a red-hot
3 iron. It may be cut up and divided
i in any manner, and the smallest
- shreds will throw out roots, grow and
form buds. Tho leaves of this ex
- troordinary plant have been suspended
* in the air of a dry room, they have
s been placed in a close, air-tight box,
ii without moisture of any sort, and still
1 they grow. Even when pressed and
t packed away in a botanist's herbarium
i it lias been known to grow. Ever
. green leaves sometimes remain on the
0 tree for several years; for instance, in
1 the Scotch pine, three or four years;
f i'ae apruoe and silver fir y six or seven
' years; the yew, eight; Abies pinsapo,
sixteen or seventeen.—Tit-Bits.
OUR liUDOET OR HUMOR
LAUGHTER PROVOKINC STORIES FOF
LOVERS OF FUN.
A Modern Version—When the Light
Burn Low—The Matrimonial Mnrfa
Feminine—Knew Hlh Business—Quiti
Different—ln tlio Green Room, lito
"Where nro you sotng, my pretty m.ilil?"
"To marry a mill sir," she said.
"Then what will you lp, my pretty maid?'
"The flour or tho family, sir," she said.
—Chicago Tribuno.
Where the Lights Burn Low.
"Julia calla her new sweetheart 'in
candescent.'"
"Why?"
"Because he is such a gas-3aver."—
Chicago Record.
The Matrimoninl Mart.
"I came to ask you for your daugh
ter iu marriage, sir," said the young
man.
"Have you auy money of your own?' ,
asked the careful parent.
"Oh, you misunderstood mo, sir! J
do not want to buy her."
Feminine.
Maude—"Do you Know, I really be
lieve (bat Tom is going to propose."
Bertha—"l noticed that he was look
ing terribly sad about something oi
other, but then, you know, dear, it
may not be that. Perhaps his mothei
is sick, or possibly he isn't feeling wel 1
himself."—Boston Transcript.
A Horrible Presentiment.
Business Man—"lf I should com
mit murder, would my policy remair
valid?"
Lifo Insurance Agent—"Er—l'm
not sure about that. But you don'l
expect to commit murder?"
Business Man—"Yes, I do. I feel
it in my bor.estbat I'll kill a life insur
ance agent some day."—Puck.
In the Green Room.'
"Ah," exclaimed the melancholy
Dane, complacently, "what, indeed,
would be the play without me?"
Old man Hamlet gestured fretfully.
"It wouldn't have n ghost of a show
without me," he retorted.
But that which irritated the Prince
particularly was to have Ophelia gig
gle that way.—Detroit Journal.
Tho Count-. Mistake.
"So Gwendolyn is not to marry the I
count, after all?"
"No, poor man. He tried to tell '
her that her singing was something -
that made one glad to live, and his
pronunciation was so broken that she
thought he said it made ono glad to
leave. And then she requested him ic
leave."—lndianapolis Journal.
Has Plenty to Say Now.
"Does old Grttflly ever say anything
lo any of the men in liis employ, aside
from giving business orders?"
"Bless you, I should nay he did. Ho
talks so much to them that they nctu- j
ally have to stay after office hours very
frequently in order to get their work I
done. You soe, he oniy recently be- !
came a father for tho first time."—
Chicago News.
A rustle.
Willy Addlopate—"There is one '
thing I eawn't understand, doiicher- 1
uo!"
Cholly NodJlekius—"What's that?"
AYilly Addlcpate—"Why, when we
stop to consideh—aw—how uncom
fortable it is in a crowd—why, aw—
f cawn't see why it is that there are ,
always more people in a crowd than ;
there are wbero there is no crowd!"— -
Puck.
Another Newspaper Horror.
Mrs. Jones (indignantly)—" These
newspapers are just simply not fit ta
read."
Mr. Jone3—"Another o'-ime, I sup
pose?"
Mrs. -Tones—"Yes; hero is a de
scription of the gown I wore at the ball
ast uiglit, that must have been written
'ay some ignorant, amateur male re
porter that didn'tkuo-.v a dress from a
dromedary!"— Puck.
finite Different.
Caller—"Sir, I am reliably informed
that you have been insinuating that I
was a liar and a thief, aud I have called
to demand nil immediate retraction,
or, in lieu thereof, your /worthless
hide, sir."
Editor of the Eagle—"All the Eagle
has ever said about you, Major Gore,
has been in a politico! way."
"Oh! I bog your pardon. I was un
der the impression that yon had been
attacking my character."—lndianapo
li3 Journal,
The Art of Management.
Of course, ho thought he knew it all.
A man always does.
"When it comes to the art of mann
ing servants," he begau.
"It's very easily done," she inter
rupted.
"Oh, you admit it, do you?" he
asked.
"I do," she said. "It's like manag
ing children. All that is necessary is
to let them have their own way."
Of course, he readily saw that she
had mastered the subject.—Chicago
Post.
Ilopoless Task.
"What strange methods some men
adopt to get wives," she remarked as
she looked up from the newspaper
which she had quietly appropriated as
hers by right because she was first at
the breakfast table.
"What happened now?" he nsked.
"Why, a New York widower has
made application for one at the Barge
office where the immigrants land," she
explained. "He says he wants a wo
man who is thoroughly respectable, of
kindly disposition, fairly good look
ing, good to children, obedient—"
"Hold onl" he interrupted. "What's
that last?"
"Obedient."
"He might as ryell give up."—Chi
cago Post,*
PRIVATE HOWE'S PAY.
After lie Had Put Up 1931,000 lie and
His Regiment Got Their Money.
When the Civil War broke ont an
immense meeting was held in Bridge
port, Conn., and many men volun
teered for the army. To the general
surprise, one of the richest men in tho
I State—Elias Howe, the inventor of
Ihe sewing machine—arose aud made
this brief speech:
"Every man is called upon to do
what he can for his country. I don't
know what I can do, unless it is to en
list and serve as u private iu the
Union Army. I want no position; I
am willing to learn and do what I can
with a musket."
But it soon proved that the chronic
Inmoness from which Howe suffered
l incapacitated him from marching with
a musket, even to the extent of stand
ing sentry. Determined to be of use,
however, ho volunteered to serve the
regiment as its postmaster, messenger
cud expressman,
i Sending home for a suitable horse
and wagon, bo drove into Baitimorc
twice a day and brought to tho camp
! its letters and parcels. It was said
I that he would run over half the State
I to deliver a letter to some lonely
mother ansions for her soldier boy, oi
j bring back to him a pair of boots
which he needed during the rainy
winter.
For four months after tho Sevon
, teenth Connecticut entered the field
j the Government was so pressed foi
money that no payment to the troops
could be made, and there was, conse
quently, great suffering among tlie
families of tho soldiers, aud painful
anxiety endured by the men them
selves.
One day a private soldier came
quietly into tho paymaster's office in
I Washington and took his seat in the
corner to await his turn for an inter
view. Presently the officer said:
"Well, my man, what can I do for
I you?"
"I have called to see about the pay
ment of the Seventeenth Connecticut,"
answered the soldier.
Tho paymaster, somewhat irritated
by what he supposed a needless and
impertinent interruption, told him
sharply "that he could do nothing
without money, and that until the
Government furnished some it was
useless for soldiers to come bothering
j him about way."
"I know that tho Government is in
straits," returned the soldier. "]
have called to find out how much
money it will take to give my regiment
; two months' pay. I am ready to furn
ish the amount."
The amazed officer nsked the name
j of his visitor, who modestly replied,
"Elias Howe." Ho then wrote a draft
for the required sum—s3l,ooo. Two
or three days later the regiment was
paid. When Mr. Howe's name was
called, he went up to the paymaster's
desk and signed the receipt for S2B. G5
of his own money,
j The officers of a neighboring regi
ment sent over to the Seventeenth
Connecticut to sea if tlioy eoulu not
"borrow their private."—Youth's
j Companion.
Cleverly Done.
"Charge it to experience," said tlie
! man of the world who had just heard
the plaint of a friend who had paid
for a straight tip at the races aud lost.
Cupidity makes gillies of the best of
us. I was up against it myself only a
j few mouths ago."
"Not you?"
"Yes, I. Looking out of the win
dow one morning I wr.s surprised to
j see a stronger on the lawn hunting
! closely in tho grass and under the
shrubbery for something he had evi
dently lost. He looked like a gentle
man in ill health, was well dressed,
' and apologized for intruding as soon
as I went out. While taking his
morning walk he hod noticed a base
ball outside the hedge, concluded at
once that it belonged to some boy
about the placo and tossed it into the
yard. In doing so he had thrown a
; plain gold ring from his finger, ema
j ciated by recent sickness. Ho did not
I mind the intrinsic loss, but the ring
had associations that made it very
dear to him. After further search he
gave it up, but before leaving be as
sured me that he would gladly give
SIOO to any oue leaviug the ring at
his hotel. Of course, I could take no
such reward, but I could send one ol
the boys aud that would make it all
right.
"While I was down on all fours in
specting every inch of ground a man
dressed like a laborer looked at me
awhile aud then joined in the search.
He soon had the ring. He had it all
the time. On learning that it was not
mine, he refnsed to give it up. Ho
would advertise it and get a reward.
After much dickering ho turned it
j over to me for SSO. Of course, 3
J never found hide or hair of tho in
valid."—Detroit Free Press.
A Duke's Endowment.
! On the occasion of the wedding ol
the late Duchess of Teck to her hand
some but impecunious husband her
brother, tho Duke of Cambridge, gave
pent to his unfortunate habit of think
ing aloud. When the Duke ®f Teck
solemnly pledged himself with all his
worldly goods to endow the bride, the
Duke of Cambridge marred the
solemnity of the occasion by exclaim
ing quite audibly: "Well, by Jovol
And Wales gave him his shifts!"
The Figuro Was Lost.
A colored woman went to tho pastor
>f her church the other day to com
plain of the conduct of her husband,
who, she said,was a "low-down,worth
less, trifless raskil." After listening
to a long recital of the delinquencies
of her neglectful spouse aud her efforts
to corroot them, the minister said:
"Have you aver tried heaping coals of
fire upon his head." "No," was the
reply, "but I done tried hot water."—
W. E. Curtis, in the Chicago Record.
FOR AJNI)'GIRLS.
SOME COOD STORIES FOR OUR
JUNIOR READERS.
Ca<*an t tlio Tartar Dwarf —If Wordi
Were Sj)*iio<l u They Sound —How
to Millie Fudge* A Laughing
Dog.
The lluiid of Lincoln.
*fjrp OOK on thia east,
iC\ and know the
(vvj hand
cv _ That bore a nation
JV rjV) in-its hold;
jjl this mute wlt
/*-' - y ncsa understand
| "What Lincoln was
—how large of
q mold.
- -v- The man who sped
the woodman's
team.
And deepest sunk
the plowman's share,
And pushed the laden raft astream.
Of fate fftforo him^unaware.
This was the hand that knew to swing
The ax—since thus would freedom train
Her son—and made the forest ring.
And drove the wedge, and tolled amain.
Firm hand, that loftier office took.
A conscious leader's will obeyed,
And, when men sought his word and
look.
With stendfast might the gathering
swayed.
No courtier's, toying with a sword.
Nor minstrel's, laid across a lute;
A chief's, uplifted to the Lord
When all the kings of earth were
mute.
The hand of Anak, sinewed strong,
lingers that on greatness clutch.
Yet. lo! the marks their lines aiong
Of one who strove and suffered much.
For here In knotted cord and vein
I trace the varying chart of years;
I know the troubled heart, the strain,
Tho weight of Atlas—and the tears.
Again I see the patient brow
That palm errwhile was wont to press;
And now 'tis furrowed deep, and now
Made smooth with hope and tender
ness.
For something of a formless grace
This molded outline plays about;
A pitying flame, beyond our trace.
Breathes like a spirit, In and out--.
Plie love that east an aureole
Hound one who, longer to endure.
Called mirth to ease his ceaseless do!®,
Yet kept his nobler purpose sure.
Lo, as I gaze, the statured man.
Built up from yon large hand, appears;
A type that nature wills to plan
But once in all a people's years.
What better than this voiceless cast
To toll of such a one as he.
Since through its living semblance passed
' The thought that bade a race be free!
Curtail, the Tartar Dwarf.
In a series of papei'3 011 "Historic
Dwoffs," Mary Shears Roberts de
sribes the famous Casan. Mrs. Rob
arts says:
Casan was the name of a little Mon
gol Tartar who flourished in the early
part of the thirteenth century.
He was born in the eastern part of
Asia, not far from the ancient city ol
Karakorum. His parents belonged to
one of the barbian hordes that owed al
legiance to Genghis Khan, and Casan
became a fierce though small warrior,
and fought bravely under the banner
of the great and mighty Mongol con
queror.
The exact height of this little dwarf
Is unknown. He was certainly not
over three feet tall, hut he was active
and muscular, and like all his race,
could endure hunger, thirst, fatigue
and cold.
The Tartars were unexcelled in the
management of their beautiful horses.
The fleetest animals were trained to
stop short in full career, and to face
without flinching wild beast or for
midable foe. Casan was a born sol-
Qier, and at an early age became ex
pert in nil the exercises that belonged
to a Tartar education. He could man
age a flery courser with great skill, and
could shoot an arrow or throw a lance
with unerring aim, ln full career, ad
vancing or retreating.
Like many of those small in stature,
he was anything but puny in spirit,
and while yet a lad he gathered about
him a troop of wild young Tartar boys
as reckless a/id daring as himself, of
whom by common consent, he became
a leader. He commanded his lawless
young comrades with a strange mix
ture of dignity and energy, and they
obeyed his orders with zeal and will
ingness. Sometimes they would go on
long hunting expeditions, seldom fail
ing to lay waste any lonely habitation
they happened on.
How to Mukn Furl no*.
It isn't "Oh. fudge!" any more. It's
"Oh, fudges!" And aren't they good!
Any one who has ever eaten fudges —
stuck as full of nuts as Jacky Horner's
pie was of plums —will know thht they
eclipse anything every invented In the
line of goodies. They aren't so hard
to make, either, when you once know
how. But you must follow directions
closely, for fudges can cut up the most
unusual and extraordinary antics. II
not made exactly right they will crum
ble or refuse to harden. Here Is a
good recipe and It won't fail you: Take
three cups of granulated si gar, one
cup of sweet milk and two squares of
the best chocolate, which, of course,
must be grated; let these boil for
eleven minutes; Ju3t before the time is
up add a piece of butter the size o!
a walnut. Fudges must be stirred
constantly, and when removed from
the fire should be beaten briskly until
they harden; then Spread on a butter
ed platter, cut into small squares and
set out of doors to cool; If nuts are
added they should be chopped and put
Into the sirup when it is taken off the
stove; English walnuts or pecans are
best. There's only one trouble about
fudges. They look so appetizing that
you can't wait for them to cool. And
they taste so good that they don't last
any time at all. By the time they're
done they're eaten, and every one
want more. So make a lot!—Chicsgu
Record.
Reasoning* Faculty l n Animals.
I* ctv scientific prejudices have been
more difficult to overcome than that
lyhlch removes from animals the rea
soning faculty, and probably many
years will elapse before it will be rec
ognized that all animals which come
under ordinary observation are en
dowed with the same kind of faculty,
although developed in various degrees
of a descending scale, which distin
guishes man and *.he so-called higher
organisms. The bee and ant have been
frequently held up as the best expon
ents of the instinct class, and more
recently of the "exceptional" animals
which developed reasoning powers. It
was a rude shock, not only to the lay
man, but as well to the scientist, when
Sir John Lubbock, as the result of an
almost endless series of experiments,
announced a few years ago that these
animals were "sadly wanting," both
in their instinctive and intellectual
traits. In other words, there were
many times when both instinct and in
telligence erred for them. Some most
remarkable instances of the erring of
instinct among insects have recently
been noted by naturalists and they add
an interesting chapter to the physiol
ogy of sense. One of these was the
ease of a butterfly, which persisted in
visiting the artificial flowers on a
lady's bonnet, mistaking them for the
natural product. Another, and per
haps more striking, instance of fault
is noted by the distinguished French
entomologist, M. R. Blanchard, and
concerns a species of sphinx moth,
which enterpd a hotel room in the half
obscurity of early morning and was
found to flit with direct intent to def
inite parts of the walls and celling.
These were decorated with paintings
of leaves and flowers and to the latter
the insect approached in repeated at
tacks, thrusting forward its proboscis
as though intent upon intruding it
into the opened cups of the beguiling
flowers. After repeated failures and
the x*esulting discouragement the ef
fort was given up and the sphinx es
caped by the window.
Hog" l.auch, Too.
Of course dogs laugh. Every boy
who has a pet terrier or mastiff 01
Newfoundland knows it well enough, •
but it is only recently that scientists
have begun to study the subject. A
Frenchman has found that the dog
and the bear and a very few other
animals actually have smile muscles in
their face, and the picture here given
is from a photograph of a fox terrier
owned by tho scientist. He believes
that dogs show their joy and delight
by smiling just as a boy or girl would
do, and he says that some dog? are
so amiable that they seem to "stride
all over," from their wagging tail 3 to
their faces. A monkey, although high
er in the scale of animal life, is al
ways sorrowful faced, and in this
spect the dog is ahead of him. No
longer can it be said that man is the
only animal that laughs.—Ex.
If Wools Were Spelled as Tliey Hound-
Spell pique, catalogue, phthisis and
a few other words of like character and
you will not wonder that foreigners
have so much trouble in learning Eng
lish. Owing to silent letters and let
ters having several different sounds,
English is said to be the most dinfcult
of all modern to spell. For
this reason scholars and .societies have
been trying to institute a spelling re
form, but tliey are not very successful.
People learn how to spell when they
are children, and they don't like to
change. Still, there are many people
who now write though, "tho"; cata
logue, "catalog", and programme "pro
gram," and so on. A writer in a re
cent publication pokes fun at the re
forms proposed, and publishes this lit
tle verse to show how queer our lan
guage would look if all the words were
spelled just as they sound:
"Litl Will had a monlcl
Claiming up a yelo stik;
Hi sukt dhi yelo pant ol of,
It mad him detlili slk;
Dhi huming top 1B salient now,
Dhi bol lz lad asaid,
And dhi munkl duzent Jump around
Sins litl Wilt daid!"
A l'arty. l'arty.
Surprise parties are rather out of
date now, but there's a "dropping-in"
party that's heaps more fun. The
guests, instead of coming In a crowd,
"drop in" at Intervals of five minutes.
Of course the "surprised one" never
knows when all the guests have ar
rived. Each one brings some goody—
cakes or nuts or oranges or candy—
and when all have "dropped in" flic
spread takes pl .ee. Of course the sur
prised one's mother must be in '-he
secret

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