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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.

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