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PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT ýT. FRANCISVILLE, LOUISIANA. In August, 1806, the GovernmeitK coifed 2,650,000 standard siiverdol lars, upon the coinage of st4iich the Government made a profit of the dif ference between the bullion value and the face value of the pieces coined of $822,027. The terms "port" and "starboard" were changed to "left" and "right" in the German navy some time ago, and the London shipping World says that in the British mercantile marine the technical terms are slowly giving way to those which landsmen can under stand. Sumter, S. C., has established a sys tem of income taxation. All employes whose salaries are over $25 a month a e to pay an annual license. Those earning between $25 and $IO per month must pay into the city treasury f $5 a year, and those making more v than $40 monthly are to pay $10. The 1 wage earners have engaged counsel to fght the tax. In the opinion of some who have some in contact with the Czar of Bus- 1 nia it is neither knife nor bone nor bullet that will send him to his ac count. He will be .killed by sheer fright. A weakling from the day of i his birth, he never had any nerves worth speaking of, and those he did have are now gone. The autocrat of all the Russias is as timid as a hare and more tearful than a woman. The introduction of electric ears on the Chicago street lines has helped the business of shoemakers in a rather curious way. There is now a gong on the cars under the motorman's foot, and in order to strike it he must hit an iron attamtnent with the heel of his right boot, which causes it to wear out about twice as quickly as the heel on the other boot. Some motormen operate the gong with the sole of the boot, with similar results. Booker T. Washington, of the Tas kegee Institute, delivered an address the other day before the faculty and students of Trinity College, Durham, N. C. This is the first instance on record of a Southern white college in viting a colored man to deliver an ad dress. Mr. Washington says that he and the half dozen colored people who accompanied him were treated with the greatest courtesy, and his address was received with marked enthusiasm. As he left the college grounds, the students assembled on the campus and gave him their college yell. An Italian paper, La Luce Evangel ica, of Newark, N. J., says: There are about 1.000,000 Italians in the United States. One-third of them are settledin the principal cities. Halt of these are laborers. Fifty per cent. are illiterate. They are hard and steady workers, very saving, and anxious to improve themselves. When they have no chance to work at their own trale, they will accept any other kind of work and any wages. The Italians hate begging. Has any read er of this ever been stopped by an Italian asking for "a nickel!" In the records of charitable institutions are very few Italian names. The horror of being buried alive is 4ith many people so great that they leave instructions for some small mn tilation to be inflicted upon them when the breath has apparently left them, so that assurance may be made whether they are really dead or not. But, thanks to the X rays, a Chicago physician claims to change this. He an nounces, says the Photographic News, that those rays will determine posi tively whether real death has occurred. Dead flesh, he says, offers more re sistance to the penetration of the rays than living, and a glance at the radio grapl of the person would determine - whether it was that of a corpse or not. It is said that in Leipsic, Germany, a paper is published weekly which is devoted almost exclusively to matri mony. That is to say, exclaims the New York. Telegram, its purpose is to bring people together, young or old, that they may find out whether they are suited to each other or not; had, whether it's a bargain or not, the editor of course gets his little fee. It is a kind of auction room where goods 'are for sale 3o the highest bidder. You send your name and a description of yourself,to the paper with "Enolosed please find money order for so an so," and it is published. If it strikes the %ancy of any of the applicants of the other sex, an exchange of photo. graphs takes laoe, and there youiae. SONG. If love were not, the wilding rose 3Vould in its leafy heart incloso No chalice of perfume. ,- ' By mossy bank, in glen o rarf ' e No bird would bui~hrflove were nor, a No flowE complacent bloom. hftasdset clouds would lose their dyes. t: a light would fade from beauty's eyes, The stars their llres consume, , And something missed from hall and cot Would leave the world, if love were not, d A wilderness of gloomn! -Florence Earle Coates, in the Atlantic. C ELLEN, r BY MINNA STANWOOD. RS. ANGIER often t said shereallydid not know how she .o *~ ever came to take Ellen, and those who knew them (1 S" both wondered c too. For Mrs. t Angier was sharp, d prim and elderly, and Ellen was- well, the last girl c ill the world that a one would suppose could suit Mrs. Angier. When Ellen stood before her 1 with her great frame drawn to its full s height and fixed her expressionless C blue eyes on her face, little Mrs. An- O gier said she never knew what to do. C This must have been a novel mental condition for Mrs. Angier who had always ruled her household, which had I hitherto consisted of her daughter, e and her one maid, with'a rod of iron. d Her traits were so well known that the ¬ girls in the Select Employment Office always shook their heads when invited t to go and talk with Mrs. Angier, and I never took the place except as a last resort, But Ellen, the Swedish girl, was not afraid of Mrs. Angier nor of e her work, and from the day she set I her ungainly feet in that lady's house to the day she left to go to live with 1 Mrs. Angier's daughter in the city I there was no trouble. "I get the meals, I wash the clo'es, I clean up, clean up, clean up. What more you want? I ain't no slave to work all time I" blazed Ellen, one af ternoon when Mrs. Angier attempted to expostulate with her for sitting so cosily in the kitchen crocheting her endless cotton lace. There was a dull red flush on the girl's high, bare brow and Mrs. Angier retreated from the kitchen with barely a trace of her usual prim dignity. It was Ellen's gospel to which she lived religiously that there was a time for everything, and that everything should be done in its time. She got the meals by the clock, utilizing pro visions to an extent that surprised even prudent Mrs. Angier, did certain work on a ertain days, week in and week out, and every one said that Angier's spicl span .house had never been in such a statg of spick span-ness as during Ellen's reign. But she was a law unto herself, and this was the sharp thorn in the side of Mrs. Angier who had always found the greatest joy of her life in directing every least movement of her maid. She always experienced supreme delight in order ing any portion of the work done over, andl in the almost inevitable al tercation which followed. But she would never dare tell Ellen to do any thing over-indeed, there was no need. But Mrs. Angler's occupation was gone. She felt like a boarder in her own house. A boarder, too, who was treated with a sort of half antagonistic toleration. If she would prefer gra ham gems instead of corn muffins for breakfast, she never dared say so, for she was afraid of the way those wide eyes with the lashless lids would stare. She thought of speaking to the min ister; even of broaching the subject before the Dorcas Society, never dreaming that that body found,the tyranny under which she lived the choicest topic of conversation before her arrival. One morning Mrs. Angler, with a. letter in her hand, entered the kitchen where her maid was noisily washing dishes. Although Ellen had never broken or even chipped a dish each click of the china touched a tender spot in Mrs. Angier's soul, and shb spoke sharply: "Ellen, I wish you would be more quiet." "Ain't I quiet?" demanded Ellen, facing around. "Oh, yes, you are. Bunt about the dishes, I mean," faltered the mistress, avoiding the eyes. "Oh, Ellen, I came to tell you that I have a letter from my daughter, Mrs. Morrill, say ing she is coming to make me a visit. She will be here to dinner. I wish you to get her room readsy." Ellen had resumed her dish washing and made no response. "Did you understand, Ellen?" ques tioned Mrs. Angler, fearing the girl was displeased with the news. "Mas'am?" returned Ellen, lifting her head. The tone implied such perfect comru prehension that Mrs. Angier left the room without further remark. When the station carriage contain ing Mrs. Morrill stopped before the house Ellen appeared, quietly put lit t!eMrs. Angler aside,, went down. the walk and relieved the visitor of her traveling bgss. "Ihat feller on the . waggin'a dumb !" she remarked, eastw~ig a.wra4h; ful look st the driver, who ~we-kar ing the two with ehes, his seat on the bo1. t ain't hap i shq " Yoe rr Ellen's brow·;'s she said, "Why, you i are blonte, and she's-eak !" n r2Mfen stood by and watched almost greedily whilte the ladies embraced, and followed awkwardly when they entered the house with their arms t': around each other. "Would you take them up to my s room, Ellen, please? One at a time if they're too heavy for yea." I "I could take you too," returned 1 Ellen, starting on. "How odd she is, Mamma. Where d did you ever get her?" exclaimed E Mrs. Morrill, dropping wearily into a c chair. t Mrs. Ang:er closed the door softly. took a chair beside her daughter and c poured out her tale of woe. n There was something so extremely 1 ridiculous in the idea of her deter mined little mother living in subjec- a tion to that rawboned, gawky girl, a that Mrs. Morrill laughed outright c several times during the narrative. "I never heard anything so funny i in all my life. But don't fret, Mamma dear, such an unnatural state of things I can't continue. Affairs will adjust c themselves, somehow, see if they 3 don't." "But you haven't an idea what she i is," objected Mrs. Anglier, patheti- I cally, whereupon her daughter laughed again. E Mrs. Morrill became'an object of f intense adoration to Ellen, who let i slip no opportunity to show her re- I gard. The house was kept in perfect I order, and Mrs. Morrill's room re- I ceived many extra touches that kept t it in a delightful state of daintiness. i But it was upon the cooking that El len expended her supreme efforts, and I each successive meal had some unusual delicacy to surprise and please the a guest. Mrs. Morrill received the girl's at tentions'good-humoredly, and spoke many words of kindness and sympathy which never failed to bring to the girl's face that unpleasant flush which always appeared when she was much moved. One evening Ellen knocked at Mrs. Morrill's door, and without waiting to be hidden entered the room. "I knowed you was crying," she said, hoarsely. "What's the matter?" "Ellen!" exclaimed Mrs. Morrill, angrily. "Don't be~mad," said Ellen, calmly. "You cry every night you do be here." Mrs. Morrill raised her tear-stained face and regarded the girl with a min gled look ot amazement and terror. "Is it her?" demanded Ellen. "Her!" "Yes, her !" repeated Ellen with an energetic jerk of her thumb toward her mistrebs' room. "Mamma? O, no !" "Then tell me!" cried Ellen, fling ing herself to her knees before Mrs. Morrill, and clasping her arms around her. "Tell me who's the dumb thing tills I kill um." "You frighten me," exclaimed Mrs. Morrill, recoiling from such violent sympathy. "I won't hurt you. But I'm goin' to settle your hash. Who is it now? Vill I have you sitting roun' crying out those eyes? You what spoke vords kine to me. You only vun. I guess not. Think I'm dumb?" "You are very kind, Ellen, and I thank you, but my unhappiness you can't do anything to lessen," spoke Mrs. Morrill, sadly. Suddenly Ellen stood, and demand ed, sternly, "Where's your man?" "My man?" repeated MIrs. Morrill, in amazement, "Oh, you mean my husband? I haven't any now-I fear." "Whatis that?" with a thrust of the hand toward a photograph on the bureau. "Yes, that's Mr. Morrill. But-why, really, Ellen you have no right to catechise me in this way." "Yee, I have. Go on! Go onl" But Mrs. Morrill arose and threw herself at the bed-side in a passion of weeping. Instantly Ellen was beside her clasp ing in those great arms the quivering form of the woman she loved. "There a, there a, there a, therd a, there a," she said, soothingly, "Notting's vorth it. No, no, no! No, no l" And because she didn't know what else to do Mrs. Morrill sobbed out on that broad breast the whole story of her misery. How with the love of her happy girlish heart she had married her husband, and had tried, for his sake, to live with his people, who de spised her simple, unfashionable ways, and treated her meanly; but at last, thinking her husband, too, had turned against her, she had left them all and came home to stay. How she had newer told her husband her intention, and had not the courage to tell her mother, and how wholly miserable she waS. "You shut up now, and go to bed. There's a girl of the name Ellen got a hand on this. You fine it out " and with these extraordinary words the girl left the room. Presently she put her head in the ,door an4 asked: 'Nam Tom?" "Why, Ellen, what differenoe can it mdke? sk name is Thomas G. Mor rill." "Tom. IAll right. Go to bed." The nex morning the. youth in the elegantly Appointed law office of Mor rill & Gates, handed the senior partner a telegzm addressed to "Tom Moril." The s~persoriptaon so .surprised Mr. Morfii that he raised an enquirinug i~ole'to his clerk, on whose face the " of amusement quickly gave plyce leof tanognoern. tine ,pefh the envelope, Mr. -e he following: 'a dyling. Cometo huston. e , , ELLEN. "natggX of the mes 'ysy,and Mr. Mor ext train, .with all ,dfrom the train at p.posohed by a wo .oportion who suai in decided tones; "Yon're him I He! man." "May I ask your name, Madai'" "Vv, of course. I'm Ellen." l S"I really can't say that I'm much the wiser for that information, replied Mr. Morrill, who began to think him- , self the victim of some practical joke. "Don't be mad. Come along," re sponded the girl,' cheerfully, taking possession of Mr. Morill's satchel. "No, Ilug it. Vat you tink? She dying? I said that to make you come. She might could die. She might could cry those eyes out, an' spoil that pooty face. You care?" "If you mean my wife, certainly I care. But I confess the whole thing'. a great mystery to me," replied Mr. Morrill, regarding Ellen suspiciously. G "You'llfindit out. Sherunned away an' then got sorry again. How you let a all them wimmeus sass her? Pooty capers if the do be rich hrugs." "Run off? Of whom are you talk ing?" "Mis' Morrill. A pooty one like her ain't going to stan' a peck o' cats ,iawin', You line it out. Here take your truck. I go this way." And Ellen thrust Mr. Morrill's bag into his hand and disappeared down a side street. The intimation that his wife had run away from him was a great surprise, and atý;gether alarming, and caused Mr. Morrill to take a review of his brief married life as he walked slowly toward the home of his wife's girl hood. Although he thought her choice of a confidante in rather questionable t taste, and wished she had seen fit to t take a different course, he was forced to admit that his mother and sister t were rather trying, and he found him self saying, "Poor little girl," as he turned into the familiar path to the house. He was not surprised that Ellen i should answer his ring, nor amused by the ceremony with which she ushered him into the parlor and asked the name, for he began to be touched by a reflection of his wife's misery. Mrs. Morrill was so overcome by Ellen's tidings that her husband was in the parlor waiting for her that she could not control herself suficiently to go down. With deft fingers Ellen touched up the bright hair, and slipped a fresh handkerchief in her belt, then drawing Mrs. Morrill's hand through her arm, took her down to the parlor. As she softly closed the door, she heard Mr. Morrill say with a world of tender reproach in his voice, "Lucy I" and her 1::ce mantled red as she said to herse!f, "That'll fetch hv'r. 'Twould me.lt's all right now. Uto cat don't fine it out." The outcome of it wan that young Mr. and Mrs. Morrill hadl a honiie of their own in which Ellen served a be loved mistress in all the fidelity of her strange, warm heart. Mrs. Angier heaved a sigh as of a slave set free when she saw the carriage door close upon Ellen's broadl back, and descend ed upon Ellen's successor. - Tho Housewife. Blenhleim's ANew Pet l)og. The Blenheim spaniel is in the as cendency now, with the grandest dames in the English aristocracy, who tancy canine pets. And to the Van derbilt duchess of the house of Marl borough belongs the credit for restor ing him in favor. Nearly every one knows that the curly haired little spaniel had for its ancestor a dog of unknown antecedents, who had the good sense, as well as the bravery, to frisk at the heels of "Handsome" John Churchhill, ihe first Duke of Marl borounh, during the entire battle of Blenheim, which won for the general dukedom. Churchill was affected by the little spaniel's attention and devov tion, and henceforth adopted him as the canine pet of his household. Lillian, the previous Ducheos of Marlborough, did not, it seems, take to the little doggie. But the present Duchess has been reading up on the past of the Churchill family, andwhen she found out the connection of the little spanielwitih the history of the house, she adopted it as her favorite lap-dog. She carries it with her on her daily drives and other fashionsa ble women of London have approved of the revival and there i. now a con stantly increasing demand for the lit tle spaniels. Sequence iu Dlreams. Dreams are curious things. About. a week ago a West Philadelphia girl dreamed that she lost her watch, and Sin the morning she looked in the place I where she always put her timepiece, I to discover that it was gone. This, of I course, led her to believe that some ,one had actually stolen it, and that she was not dreaming, but was merely 3 in a half sleep. With this dishearten. ing suspicion the crestfallen young woman told her brother of the affair. SThe brother had to visit variouspawn-p L shops and station houses, give a care 1 ful description'of the costly article, and was kept hustling around about a three or four days vainly endeavoring to get a clue. But he finally aban doned all hopes of recovering the lost t treasure. In the evening of the very - day that her brother discontinued the search the fair loser of the time-piece had another dream. This time she e dreamed that before retiring she had hidden her watch in a shoe in the bot r tom of a closet. After rising next " morning, merely out of curiosity, she Swent to the place designated in her g dream, and to her amazement there e beheld the innocent timepirle.-Phil e adelphia Record. . Took Seven Bullets to Kill This Bear,. While surveying a tract of land in SPlunkitt's Creek Township, Penn., G. SB. Fry and Joseph L. Bobst enconn -tered a large black bear. A revolver wi a this they put seven bullets into bruin. t/ The bear fought furiously, but wu I killed finally. The beai weighed 200 r pounds dressed.-New York Press, j_.. . -;~::t:_- · - ,·-:s~ . ^,;' ··,:~ BUDGET OF FUN. IlUMOR US SCKETCIIES FROM \ _~IOUS SOURCES. U nuc o: uuestnuts-H-urt Him-Just t Like cer-Worked Both Ways- ills :'refeernce-Dldn't Doubt I -Rebuked, Etc., Etc. "''cre :lrA no jokes like the old jokes,i' Sad the hlnmorist blithe and gay. n "And the jokes that now lind favor p '.,eikaed the folks of another daly." la -Philadelphia North American. CI ,UST LIKE HER. I:e-"She asked me what color of hair I liked." tl She--"That's just like Maaude; she's c, always so anxious to please."-Puck. HURT HIM. "I heard to-day that Jennie had h thrown over Jack." j "I pity Jack. You know Jennie was centre rush on the Vassar eleven." Brooklyn Life. a WORKED BOTH WAYS. ] "I hear you are going to marry Jack tcatterly - congratulations, b dear !" "But I'm not going to marry him." "Congratulations. '"-Truth. HIS PREFERISNCE. ' Mother-in-law-"Don't you know that cropping your hair so tight as that will make it fall out." Son-in-law-"Oh, yes; but that's the way I prefer to lose it."-Judge. SI g HIS FIRST ATTACK. His Fiance (with enthusiasm)- y "And were you ever in a real engage ment, Major?" The \1ajor (misunderstanding) "Never before, Ij assure yot."-De- e troit Free Press. 1 NOT IF THEY KNOW IT. Mrs. Grumpey-"Wby don't wives i rise up and make their husbands stand j around?" 1 Grumpey-"Because men never propose to that kind of women." Detroit Free Press. FIGURING ON THE FUTURE. "'How did you dare tell father that cu have a prospecct of $100,000 a ye:.r?" she asked. "Why," he answered in righteous 1 indignation, "I have-il I marry you." - Yashington Star. DtID'r LOUBT IT. Dismal Dawson-"I'm trying to git back to me pore old mother. She ain't seen me lace for ten years." The Offensive Plutocrat-"I guess tlhat is the truth. Why don't you wash it?"-Indianapolis Journal. INCONSIDERATE. He-"Of course that insignificant Count De Costly came over hero for a rich wife." She-"Yes, and papa had to make an assignment two days after I met his grace."-Detroit Free Press. REBUKED. Father (wishing to impress the les son)--"Now, my son tell me why I punished you." Son (sobbing)--"That's it-you've flogged me, an' now you don't know what you done it for."--Tlt-Bits. A PRE SPART. "aave you paid my hill at Chint & Chally's yet, dear ?" said Mrs. )Darley to her husband. "Yes, love." "Good! Then I can begin to work up another. '- New York Journal. IEASON TO BE. "Why are you looking so glum?" asked the tirst author to the second. "I sent a manuscript to a measly editor, marked 'at your regular rates,' and he sent it back with a schedule of his advertising prices."-Town Topics. SHE DID lT. Young Husband--"\Whe e in thun der is that plug hat of mine?' Young Wife-"You know that you said it needed ironing?" "Well, dear, I ironed it."-Detroit Free Press. AN EXCITING GAMEt Mamma-"Oh, Billy! Don't you know it is cowardly to strike your lit tle brother ?" Billy (indignantly)-"I'm not act ing like a coward. I'm pretending I'm his papa, and I'm punishing him." -Harper's B3azar. SATISFACTION. Mrs. Fraser--"Only think, doctor, they say that peor Grimraton was buried alive." Doctor Jalap-"That's what comes of employing an irregular practioner. No patient of mine was ever buried alive."-Boston Transcript. HE HAD. They were all startled to hear that the cashier had bolted with at least $15,000. "Such a nice fellow," said Mrs. Fulleylove, "and such a pleasant ap pearance." "And such an unpleasant disap pearance !" replied her grumpy sponse. -Tit-Bits. NOT BESPONSIBIL FOR CONSEQUENCES. Brown--", Welsh rabbit is a nice sort of dish for a man in your condi tion I I thought you were under treat I ment for dyspepsia?" SSmith-"Im following instructions to the letter. The doctor mentioned I dozens of things that I was not to eat, but he never said a word about Welsh rabbit. "-Puck. AN OBSERVANT MANi Mr. Bellefield-"Doesn't the for office usually settle 'in the h Mr. Bloomfield--"How did y; that idea?" Mr. Bellefield-"I havenoticedti the only remedy for that sort of is a lively scratching at the poll Pittsburg Chronicle-Telegraph. TIIETR LITTLE VANITIES, F!ossie-"I wonder why Hal`. not sit with us this morning, pI pose it is because I was cross with 'lahti last night." Millicent-'"Tisn't that. It'es cause I flirted with Tom S1mkino y terday, lust to tease him." Doris-"Absurb ! I know very welt that if you two girls weren't here he'~: come and sit by me directiy,",_~p5- . THE CAUSE OF HIS ADSENCa, "Does Shacknasty Johnson live naeat; here?" inquired a traveler who pwai journeying across the Oklahol~m prairie. "Nope, replied the man addressued:= a gray-whiskered old fellow, who b d come out to the barb-wire fence ini sponse to the stranger's hail. "Well, do you know where he oan: be found?" "''Nope." "Dear rue. I must have lost miy way. Can you tell me where, .Mr: William Hoon, familiarly known ma 'Old Grizzly Bill,' lives, thon?" ':: "I reckon so." h :, "Where is it?" "Right yere; I'm Hoon." "Indeed ? Why. they told me at ti" settlement that Johnson lived withi gun-shot of you." "He did; that's the reason he hais'ti yere now."--Puck. "A Little honsense Now and Thei;: "Boys, be wise; here edmes a fooll exclaimed a great theologian, as hoi stopped jumping over chairs with ihe lads, when a solemn friend, who wM afraid of his dignity, approached.' "You don't know the luxury of play: ing the fool," said Lord Chancell6o Eldon when he was larking abonut i his own house. "You are a father, signor, so w shall finish our ride," said HenrylV of France, when the Spanish Ministe found him with his little son ridig round the room on a stick. Dugald Stewart, the philosopher was once found by a friend trying to balance a peacock's feather on nose. His competitor in the game none other than Ptitriok Fraser '1'yIe the historian. Fairaday regularly played marble and ball with his little boys, and took' part in children's charades, playi=' once the "learned pig." : William Pitt delighted to rompwi children. He was once playing it his nieces and nephews, who wer struggling amid much laughter t' blacken his fate with a burnt cork In the midst of the fun two cabit ministers were announced. He woul not give up the fun at once, andi the fray he did get his face blaokead "Now I must attend tothi grandees," he said. A basin wasi fetched and the prime minister wahed his face, hid the basin, and had the cabinet ministers shown in. :: I once know a famous physi 'who delighted in the performanoe Punch and Judy, and was himselfa ui a successful mimic of Punch tt1iS once saved a patient's life by t great drollness of his imitation. Th patient was suftfering from a swelli in the throat and the doctor, tnrpa his wig, suddenly appeared at thebed side with his voice and expression o Punch. The sick man laughed.'a heartily that the gathering broke and a complete cure resulted."-Atllni Constitution. She Diedl ot Gilanders. * Mrs. Robert Starks, wife of a renoe living between Poway and Olivenhiibs thirty miles north ofgSan Diego, ol~i was standing beside a team of here while her husbaind was unhitchi them when one of the animals nees blowing saliva into Mrs. Starks'fse and upon her hands. She wiped t| spots off and washed her hands I face and thought nothing more abo3j. it. Two days later she began to for fearful agony, with every symt' indicating poison by glander'. animal did not show signs of the "I ease, but as soon as the doctors nounced Mrs. Starks's malady uaiIj dors the animal was killed and buardb Mrs. Starks's sufferings grew :W constantly, and, though the best: ' medical assistance was given, she co not be relieved unti! death came. T doctors said there was no doubt uat the affection, as every sympteom Spresent. Mrs. Starkswas only thi five years of age and in perfect helt During the last two days of her s ings she repeatedly asked for ano that would bring death to her re ,The glands of her lower jaw ye. s frightfully swollen, and there Wi continuous discharge of poi5s 5 mucus matter verydangerous t.~ attendants.--San Francisco hrohiI A Rain of Shrimps. " The early visitors to the park Fui morning witnessed a strange ps t menon. Thousands of little ha3 t covered the walks on the site of Midwinter Fair grounds. Theli I Superintendent McLaren b)lu were carried there from the ocea? the high wind which blew last T day night. The distance from1 ocean to where the shrimps lay isf three miles. The little fish were'k dently lifted out of the water 7asd ried through the air by the wind e they reachdd a milder current of~ - and fell:to the earth. Suchb ooen are not ancommon off the caOs Scotland. Larger fish ale lifted a of the water during heavy gJsa d carried many miles inland. T I, the first time, so Mr. McLarens h that it has happened here.--'Sa .oisco Examiner. , ~k