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just closely written in shorthand with im pressions! I've thought of two tine similes, too. One is how similar the transit from life to death is to this visit. Just as we had to come down here, eacn one alone, so we must die. Now, what was tnat other— what was it? Wait until I look." "Was it on the littleness, the pettiness, of life— its nothingness?" 1 asked in a still, small voice. "Yes-s! How did you guess it? So you thought of that too. Well, in that case, it •must be poor. Do you believe in thought cur rents? I do. No doubt you got that from #*n u° ts mine anyway. I suppose it is tcolish to even whisper these pearls aloud, but x tell you them to's you'll keep the rest from poaching. t . T1 J a ' night two pens raced over paper as tne tall one and the chaperon put their seeth ing thoughts into words. The colleen, how ever, on her return from the catacombs had ** a contrast to that visit dallied long amid ri* i a " U1 ? inents of th e milliners' shop on Rue <rLJf, * - x " On her arrival home she sadly in- j £Pected ncr letter of credit and followed it ! Dya sum in subtraction. The result was dis- j f. r° v . s ' for the colleen fell by the wayside, ana the prize article was untouched. curknn Ur i t\ dining room that ni S ht the £e£q £« fu had piped out n calls before tho l-F thrown down and the tall one and i }., cn aperone sought us to read their stories. wa\ i l h(: Ha rvard man's ring at our door shPPt« fl° ea - rd ** he> t00 ' en tered, a dozen sheets fluttering in his hand. ffiß V c , you that catacomb story prize 18 nlr.H \ St M if * alr eady had it," he whis- ! pered to me. c l 1 ) le t e h k iL and in a £übd ued Christian spirit I every wordf eS> Sat there "* list ened to When all had finished, there was a silence I sucb as precedes a cyclone, and then I heard: ! • ■*t OU took"— began the chaperon. My thought"— continued the tall one. vardman Me death( " finished the Har- But the colleen, whose article still reposed in her notebook impressions, cried out in nusky tones: An^H 06 each of your three sneaky articles'! embodies every idea of mine-there!" And the ! meaty notebook was hurled to the floor, oft*!^ m Were nardly on speaking terms alter this. The Harvard man passed No. 71 every day with a girl who was known to make across for her name. "I'm very tired ! ot female writers," he was heard to say i t *v! c prett y apartment in the Rue de Chal- I ess lnd,,r? St> f th ° USh Slisht ' was none the of ih. 1 , g> f0I \ true t0 tne inconsistency of the female mind, they all turned upon me and one morning addressed me thus: I could have forgiven you anything," all began in the same breath, "but-—" -But what?" I asked, outwardly calm. th , rtn IVingr a u Vay tnat sreat thought upon th? littleness, the nothingness, of life," said the chaperon, bristling. "That certainly"— began the taH one. - tornSv longel ongei \ . wore the Harvard man's fra- SS ™ ' *t Ch !? a ftnder moment he had loaned me To and, £ro«v my French- lessons Kn -1 r», a » ne ' and ln the pretty apartment, m H ore7 ard man>S St6P and ring were a ioL W fu o , ne ,, mo nth later. I walked briskly a ' cn , s . the b "'liant avenue, watching the beau tiful horses with their silken coats, and the chic Frenchwomen, clad in gowns to make a nun covetous. The sound of familiar voices i made me turn my eyes toward the footpath, ' and with a start I saw approaching me my ! three companions— and the Harvard man ' Ihey were enjoying some huge joke immense ly, while the tall one was pointing to some thing in a newspaper. When they saw me they hurried over, and I could see the soulful glance my erstwhile Harvard friend cast upon me as he approached. "Have you seen it?" asked the chaperon. Seen what? "The catacomb prize has been awarded to an American, and— oh— you tell her!" to the tall one. "Well, it's just this— it seems that— oh read it yourself!" cried the colleen. "I'm fair- ! ly ashamed to own up having been so silly " Tfcey handed me the paper, and amid a dead i silence I read every word of the article As I did so many familiar friends greeted my eye —namely, "the nothingness, absolute petti- ' ness of life in the presence of the great ruler " ! and so forth, and so on. "Pluto's domain" I was also touched upon, and mention was also. made of some "grinning skulls," though to be honest the writer endowed these latter with teeth. "To think we misjudged her so!" I heard ! them murmur as I read on intently, feeling i a thrill of vindication sweep through me But, alas, it was short lived, for when I read the name signed to the story— the name of the winner of the much desired prize— my satisfaction oozed from my soul and left m pallid and heartsick. "All the waters in the five oceans won't wash me clean in their eyes when they dis cover," I muttered as I handed back the ua per. "We've all been very silly," said the chaperon cheerily, "but after this we'll say no more about it. This was only another in stance of 'great minds running in the same direction.' Now for a brisk walk home." For a moment I felt saved from exposure but at the next query I again grew numb. "Wonder who the winner is?" was the col leen's idle remark. "Leonard Lane! Never heard of him'" said the Harvard man briskly, as if that settled the question of his renown, and at his tone a sudden defiant resolve shot through me I determined to brave the worst. "I've heard of him," I managed to say as quietly as I could. He was in Paris two years ago and wrote the thing then. Leonard Lane is the ncm de plume of my fiance. We are to ba married when I return home in June." They murmured, "How lovely!" and whis pered, "How sweet!" and the Harvard man muttered, "Lucky fellow!" But their eyes flared with suspicion as they looked at me, find to this day I am not sure but that the be lieve I used the mail service between France and America to betray their saething thoughts on death to my lover. PLOT AND COUNTERPLOTS WOMAN'S WORLD. j A New England "Woman's Interesting Per sonality. A slender woman in an odd yet not un graceful dress that is reminiscent of Priscilla, the Puritan, or a fashion plate of the year before last; a woman with deep set black eyes, not very large, but wonderfully intense, like jet, with a strong light shining behind and over and through; hair that is raven black and wavy, looped in a characteristic : fashion to outline a wonderfully well molded I head; a face of longish oval, with a firm, cleft chin— this is Mrs. Charlotte Perkins Stetson, and the external appearance of a woman of unique personality. It is the head of a "Mar cella" wrapped in dense folds of dusky hair j and set proudly on the slim pillar of a perfect , throat. "When I lectured in England they used to tell me that I did not look a bit like an ! American," she says serenely. "I suppose ! that was intended as a compliment, because | they seem to imagine that we ought to be ashamed to look like ourselves. So I mod estly asked them what they thought I ' did look like. One said a Huguenot, and the other 'a revolted Quaker!' " There is an aptness in both suggestions that strikes one at once. Yet Mrs. Stetson is a thoroughgoing American, born in Connecticut and known well in the West. The great granddaughter of Lynun Beecher, the grand nice of Henry Ward Beecher and Harriet Beecher Stowe, it is not to be wondered at that this little worn in is quick of brain and wit, erratic or temperament and ardent both as poet and preacher. "I am not going to give you any text, be cause I think if you listen you will probably know what I am talking about by 'what I say," was her rather startling prologue to a sermon in a Unitarian church some time ago. The people did listen to that sermon, you may be sure. Again some one asked to what de nomination she belonged. "I belong to none — they all belong to me," was her immediate response. Mrs. Stetson is' a worker along sociological lines, yet there is a well-defined element of luxury in her nature. She has a keen love of fun, yet her most ambitious work makes solemn, serious reading. She is at once ortho dox and heterodox, logical and illogical. She talks learnedly about art in costume, yet does not care for dress a bit. She will frankly criticise her own work in one breath and as frankly praise it in the next. Take it for all in all she is a delicious and wholly contradic tory jumble of exceedingly clever femininity, whom it is a pleasure to watch and a delight to hear when the thunder does not crackle too ominously near the sunshine. Her very face is a contradiction, for the eyes are som ber, while the smile is brilliant. The classic lines are almost cold in their severity, while the dimpling shin seems always overrippled with waves of laghter. She is extremely sen sitive, yet candid to the verge of bluntness. [ Hers is a most interesting character, for" she j is the antithesis of herself. — Chicago Times- HeraWU LIFE OF AN ARAB WOMAN. She Rarely Leaves Her House After She Is Married Until Buried. • Many an Arab lady never leaves her house from the time she is married until she is car ried out to be buried. A woman of the middle class is allowed more liberty, and occasional ly goes out for walks, accompanied, as a rule, by a servant. The poor creature is enveloped in masses of white drapery, which makes her look like a walking bundle, and in front of her face she arranges a large black scarf, em broidered with blue, red and white flowers. | It falls low in front, and even by holding up the ends she cannot see more than a foot or two of the road before her. I often wonder that she does not get run over when she goes out alone : for I am sure she needs a dog to guide her quite as much as any blind man. Servants and other women of the lower classes wear pieces of black crepon wound tightly round their faces, leaving just a slit for their eyes to peep through, and they are equally muffled up in white draperies. Seen I from a distance they might be men, with ' masks or thick black beards, as in Arab j countries it is by no means easy to tell a man from a woman at first sight. The older and uglier a woman is the more prudish she seems to be about covering up her face, which, after all, is iather considerate on her part. Even the greater number of negresses j | wear the yashmak, but the Bedouin women ! never do. Indeed, I am told that in the in- I terior there is one Arab tribe whose men wear ■ veils and whose women go about with their ; faces uncovered. These are probably the j "new women" of Arabia. FOOD SUPPLY IN PALACES. Large Sums Made from the Sale of Unused Stuff. Here are some interesting statistics in re gard to the food which is served in royal pal aces, but which is not used by the host or guests. The chief cook of Emperor Francis ! Joseph of Austria estimates that of the 1, --j 250,000 francs which are spent each year on j the imperial table more than half a million francs are spent on unused food or "leav ings." The per quisites from a single ban j quet which was given on the occasion of the jubilee amounted to more than twenty thou i sand francs. The unused food, and especially I the wines, are sold after each meal to the ] principal restaurants of Vienna, and in this I way the cooks and their assistants contrive i to obtain twice, and often even three times, | as much as is paid to them each month by | the emperor's steward. In Italy and Spain I this leakage (no other word seems appro ' priate) has within the last few years been j reduced to a minimum. The emperor of Ger i many has also set his face against this ex ! travagance. It is said that he makes a con ! tract with the proprietor of one of the first i hotels in Berlin, who guarantees to furnish , meals to him and to all the members of his i court for the fixed sum off twenty marks I a head. Queen Victoria examines carefully ; into her household expenses, and is especially I careful that no money shall be wasted in the royal kitchen. In the imperial palaces of Russia the '"leavings" must be considerable. Every day between five and .six hundred francs' worth of wines and cigars are fur ! nished for the imperial banquet, and there i is a strict rule that no bottle, whether opened, or not, shall be presented twice at the Czar's table. It is said that this rule is rigidly en forced, and, if so, it can readily be seen that the lot of a chef in a Russian royal palace is by no means unhappy. BUTTER: LIES AS ROOM-MATES, Two Queer Winter Companions of New Eng land "Women. A young woman who lives in a New Eng land town has had a unique experience with butterflies. She happened to be in the gar den on a warm in the fall, and noticing a brown butterfly fluttering about, rather lan guidly, among the few remaining flowers, she j caught it without much trouble and carried it to her room, where the windows were screened, and let it lpose. The little insect accepted the situation, and conducted itself as if quite at home. The substantial New England name of Maria Silsbee was bestowed upon it — though not eminently approprite. Maria's food and' drink were placed on the window sill, and consisted of a lump of sugar moistened by a drop of water, and she par took of this by unfurling her long spiral trunk, which resembled the hairspring of a watch, and inserting the end in the sugar. Maria was not fated to live in solitude. One day there appeared in the room another but terfly of similar appearance, but more sprigh ly in behavior. No one could account for its being there* unless the maid had left the screen up for a few moments while making the room. The stranger was named Jonathan Matthews. He was far more venturesome than Maria, and of not so docile a tempera ment. But he was never seen to eat. Pos sibly a false feeling of pride or diffidence re strained him from doing so in any one's pres ence. The fame of this young woman's two companions began to spread abroad, and vis itors to her rooom were frequent. This did not seem to ruffle the equanimity of either. At last, Maria, indifferent to the joys of a worldly existence, settled down in a comfort able corner, and remained there, to all ap pearances a corpse. She had decided to hi bernate, and hibernate she did for several months. Jonathan, on the contrary, was very active. Thus they remained for most of the winter. One day Maria awoke, but, in the words of Hamlet, "to die— to sleep — to stay." When the days became warmer and the spring flowers appeared, in evidence that there was again honey in the land for va grant butterflies, the screen was pushed up, and the solitary Jonathan flew joyously forth. He has never been seen since. GIRLS AS FARMERS. * Fifty Young Women in the "-Northwest Take Up the Study of Agriculture. Fifty girls have taken up the study of sci entific farming at the Minneapolis College of Agriculture, and if the innovation shall prove successful it will naturally spread to other agricultural States. Heretofore one great drawback to farming has been the difficulty of keeping the boys upon the farm. With trained and educated girls taking up the pro fession, the old homestead farming would take on a new charm and the rush of farm ers' sons to the cities would be checked if not entirely done away with. The character of instruction undertaken by the girls at the minneapolis college is thoroughly scientific, emphasizing the sci ences of botany, chemistry, physics and ge ology. In speaking about the sourse the other day, Prof. H. W. Brewster, the princi pal of the school H said: "Our plan embraces work designed not only to make beys more skilfull in the work of the house, but also disciplinary studies and cul ture studies as well. Boys and girls work to gether throughout about two-thirds of the course, which inclades work in languages, mathematics, science, civics, and considerable of the technical work. But while the boys are taking carpentry, blacksmithing and vet erinary science, the girls are taking cooking, laundering and sewing. Also while the boys are giving close attention to some of the busi ness aspects of farming, the girls are giving attention to such subjects as household art, home economy and domestic hygiene. The basis of the work throughout the course is scientific. Botany and physiology are made the foundation for all the technical work in plant and animal life, chemistry for soil, fer tilization and culture, while physics enters into many of the processes of farming with reference to animal and vegetable life, culti- I vation and the use of mathinery. In the technical lines we emphasize dairying, poul try, breeding and feeding of animals, veteri nary science, field culture, fruit culture and forestry- Both in our course of study and in the general handling of the school we plan 1 to irake boys and girls interested in farming, I farm life, the farmhous^ and farm socieiy. I Beth boys and girls learn in their drawing classes how to plan farm buildings and how to lay out the grounds around them. We give ccnsiderable attention to the funishing of houses, to literature, music and social culture. I The general thought of the whole course is ! to make the farm house the most attractive ! spot on earth." i - I ■ ; i Oregon Children Wise in Their Generation. i i Oregon children naturally keep track of i commercial and international affairs for their i State has an extensive seaboard and intimate relations with the wheat markets of the j world. j A class in geography was reciting in one of ; the rooms of the Central schoolhouse recent | ly. when the matter of the interchange of j commerce and natural products came up for ! discussion and review. After referring to other countries and explaining what kind of articles were shipped to Germany, Fiance and England, the teacher put to the class this question: "What do we send to Spain?" A number of little hands went up all over the room, indicating a readiness and desire to answer, and the teacher told a bright looking little girl in the further end of the room that she might tell, and she said: "We send soldiers to Spain." "Yes, that is true," said the teacher; "but can you tell what we receive in return?" "We get the islands," came the answer promptly from the same little girl.—Port land Oregonian. MME. DR. ftU KING ENQ. It is not so very long since it was a dis puted point whether women should be ad mitted to medical lectures and should be come doctors, and now even China has its woman doctor, the first who has practiced in the Flowery Land. Hu King Eng is a great success. For seven years she studied in the United States, where she took the degree of M. D., and then went to China to take charge of the Siang-Hu Hos pital at Foochow. Her labors are appreciated by men as well as women. Christian Work tells a story of a coolie who wheeled his blind mother 1,000 miles in a barrow that she might have the benefit of the attention of the lady doctor. A double operation for cataract was the re sult, and today the old woman can see as well as ever. Dr. Hu King Eng is the daughter of a mandarin of great wealth and power. He was converted to Christianity late in life, and his daughter is also of the Christian faith. Dr. Hu King Eng is to be a delegate to the Women's Congress, to be held in London next year. A WISE BIRD. Geese and pigs are the easiest of the small animals to teach. So good animal trainers say. It sounds queer, for geese have the reputation of being silly, and pigs of being stupid, but they must be treated more re spectfully if the mental ability to learn is conceded to them. A Mr. Wilson of Troutman, Pa., recently taught a goose his letters, and describes how he conducted the animal's education: "I was engineer in a big natural gas plant at the time, and was busy all day about the engines. So I only had the nights to edu cate my goose. The gjose was given to me by a friend. He was of the kind known as Chinese. They are larger than common geese, nearly as large as swp.ns. The one he gave me was a young one, about eight or nine months old. "I carried my goose home and tied him in the cellar of the building where I worked. Didn't give him anything to eat. This was part of his education. "The next day I bought a set of children's toy blocks, with' the alphabet and numbers Upon them. I cut strips of belting about three inches long and half an inch wide, and tacked a bit of each block. This was for the goose to take hold by. Then I laid in a few ears of corn. "The second night I brought the goose up. He had had nothing to eat and was pretty hungry. I began with tne first three letters of the alphabet— A, B, C— showed him the difference between them, and kept at him until he brought me the right letter each time I asked for it. Then I rewarded him with a few grains of corn— not too much— and we went on to the next letters. "He learned the whole alphabet perfectly in two evenings, and I never heard of a child who did as well. Every time he picked up the letter I called tor I ;?ave him a grain of corn, but I gave him nothing when he brought the wrong letter. Know? Why, that goose was as eager to learn as I was to teach, just as soon as he found that the proper letter always brought him something to eat! "After that I had cards printed with short words upon them and 1 taught the goose to bring the correct answer to questions I asked him. Some of my questions were: 'Who was the first President?' 'Who was the last President?' 'What is your name?' 'What is my name?' 'Where do >0u live?' 'How many days do you work?' 'Six,' was the goose's answer. 'What do you work for?' 'Corn.' 'What do I work for?' 'Money.' "I had the days of the week printed in slips, too. Then I asked my goose: 'What is today?' And I taught him to bring the right answer. Oh, that was a trick, of I course! The blocks or cards were laid in a j row upon the floor and the goose walked ! along in front of them, stopping at the right j place. When I asked, 'What day is today?' I the goose marched gravely by each until he I saw my foot move just a little toward a i particular card. He knew that was the one !to take, and he brought me Tuesday if it i was Tuesday, as straight as a die. "Next I taught him to tell the time of day i This was a little more complicated, but I did it in much the same way. I was not particu lar about minutes, but '4 o'clock' or 'half-pa«t 2' was near enough for a goose to get, and "a very slight motion of my foot showed him the correct hours of the day card just as well as j the names of the day of the week. "Now, you may call that a smart goose or ieven doubt the story altogether, but it is true enough, and I believe many geese could learn as well as that goose did. "He made a big reputation, though I used to show him off to my friends and thpv ! brought others to see m j trained goose and 1 at last people came from all over the country ! to see that goose tell what time it was " | A reward of food when they are docile and ; quick and a refusal of it when they prove re jfractory is enough incentive for animals to | learn readily the tricks required of them Special ways of teaching have to be us°d I with each animal, and the trainer must learn 1 something of the animal, his habits, peeu I liarities, likings and disliking* before he can I manage the creature readily. In fact, he must ; get acquainted with his pupil. The most successful trainers say that with persistent kind treatment they can accomplish I what they wish with any animal.—Philadel phia Inquirer.