-1 mi I I Hack to "Cash! The summer, girl upon/the beach Uer shapely figure shows In bathing suit* of many hues And elongated hose. She's the life of every function, She's the joy of every set, And her hand is pledged in marris To 'most ever' man she's mei. But when the season's over At the seashore and the glen This dainty creature vanishes Till summer comes again. And you wonder what's become of her. Tour erstwhile summer mash, Who in a big department store "If anybody's name ever was a mis­ fit, it's mine. Beulah means 'married,' and I'm an old maid—quite a little gray and almost 40. More polite, I suppose, to say bachelor maid, but I believe in calling a spade a spade. Whoever wrote that hymn about 'Sweet Beulah land,' ought to see what kind of land mine is—rocks and birch and that dreadful frog pond. I can't even make my little garden all in one spot, but have to plant tomatoes in one place and hunt up another for the squashes. They do look pretty, though, climbing over the rocks and it saves, me the trouble of piling a heap of stones together and calling it a rock­ ery. Ugh! how those frogs croak to­ night I could hear them a mile away. I wish it was winter and they were asleep in the mud." And Miss Beulah, drawing her shoulder shawl tightly, went into her lonely house. Is shrilly calling "C-A-S-H!" —Ed. W. Dunn. She was said to have had a "dis­ appointment." Amos Hathaway had wanted her and she had loved him, but they must wait until he could make a little home for her, and he bent all his energy to that end. It was hard toil, digging and delving on a rocky New England farm. The dawn, with its flush of amber and pearl, meant potatoes to be' dug, and the glory of the sunset told of cows to be milked. But at last Amos had enough for their simple wants. "Beulah, dear girl," he said, "the little home is all ready." "I know, Amos, but I can't come— I cannot, I ought not to leave father and mother." "You are crazy, Beulah! I have wanted you for six years and lived and worked in the hope of it. Is this what has made you look and act so strangely?" "Yes, you thought it was because of sister Emily, but that was not all. I knew when she died there would be no one left but me to take care of father and mother. I've tried so many times to tell you, but I never could— I cannot leave them." "Then, you don't really love me, Beulah!" (Copyright, 1905, by Daily Story Pub. Co.) It was a storm of passion and the turning back of the hopes of years, and Amos, in the bitterness of his soul, when all his pleading proved in vain, told her to go her way and he would go his—he never would, never ask her to come to him again. And away he went to the mining region of the northwest to make his fortune. Beulah used to think of him winter nights when the wind shrieked in the chimney and rocked the old bouse. Sh6 had given the most devoted care to her father and mother to the end of their lives, and now she was alone. Her tiny house and garden were her main support, but lately she had been fired with zeal to strike out in a new direction and add to her income. The new trolley was on everybody's ton­ gue. It was an air iine between a large town and a city, and the little farming hamlet where Beulah lived "Then, you don't really love me, Beulah!" lay in its^ track and was waking up to its opportunities. "Why can't I sell something as well as the rest and earn enough for a new dress," said Miss Beulah, toss­ ing on her uneasy pillow. "I haven't any farm produce and I never had any luck with chickens. There! I've heard that frog's legs were good to eat, and I've frogs enough to fill up a regi­ ment." "Do it now!" was Miss Beulah's watchword, and next morning she took the trolley for the cityand never rested until she had seen the general buyer for a fine hotel and engaged to brinf a aamplelotof .frog saddled Tired but triumphant, she came hone unmindful of the keen scrutiny of a fellow traveler, who eyed her fir(st with a puzzled look, then with a satis­ fied air swung himself off at the same stopping place. Next morning, bright and early, Miss Beulah made an amphibious toilet and started for the frog pond!. Stepping carefully on the floating net­ work of branches and logs she spied the bright, green head and mottled body of a splendid great fellow and crept cautiously close to him. "I've got you now!" she exclaimed, putting out her hand and making a tremendous grab. But he was too "I don't want to be engaged in a frog oond." quick and dashed back into the water. "I'll have you yet," she cried, and, bending eagerly forward, lost her bal­ ance and fell splashing among the frightened frogs. "Hold on, I'll help you," shouted a masterful voice, which thrilled her hear, and a tall, athletic man came resolutely toward her and lifted her dripping form. "Come, Beulah—hold tight—don't be afraid—come with me." "Amqs Hathaway! I'd know your voice at the North Pole!" "Yes, Beulah, I was waiting for the proper time in the day to call, and came around by the old pond. You know, dear, I vowed I'd never ask you to come to me again, but I've just said It." "Don't say another word, Amos, un­ til we get ashore. I don't want to be engaged in a frog pond." Preferred "Coney" to "Long." Capt. Prager of the North German Lloyd steamer Breslau was constantly annoyed on the last voyage over by a mischievous youngster, who shook the foundations of the captain's peace of mind till at last his patience gave out. The boy had been hanging- around the captain ail day, worrying him with his naughtiness, till finally the1 skip­ per let loose the vials of his wrath. "If you don't behave yourself, you," he roared with the voice accustomed to obedience, "I'll put yota ashore on Hong Island and let you stay there." But he had not counted on the na­ tive American wit. As quick as a flash the youngster replied: "Oh, captain, please, I'd much- rather be put ashore, on Coney island." And when they reached port the cap­ tain wanted to know why one should be preferred to the other for maroon­ ing purposes.—Baltimore Sun. Capt. Burns Cured of Pea Soup. The following was frequently told by Capt. Martin Burns of Bangor, Me., as onq'on him: The captain was very fond,of split pea soup, and before leaving port he always put in a good-sized stock of split peas. On this occasion, however, his negro steward got whole peas, and so the soup that the captain called for oh the first day out was thrown away. The next day pea soup was again served, and this time the captain after having eaten a hearty meal, said to his steward: "Steward, that's the kind of soup I like we'll have some more just like it to-morrow." "Fo de Lawd's sake, cap'n," ex? claimed the steward, "ma jaws am so tired chewing dem whole peas £at Ah jusv! can't chem no mo" The captain never asked for- pea soupagaih. Same Old Plaint. The Optlmist^'PIneday, isn't It?" The Pesaim4st-r*"Oh^ don,t know. It's' probably rainiog swiaewhert. GOOD ^ND HUMOROUS EXCUSsE. Debtor Really Deserved Grant of Ex tension off Tjme. A prominent business house in Bal­ timore placed a bill in the hands of a collector, who, in response to a re quest for settlement, received the fol­ lowing in reply: "My. Dear Sir:. Absence from the city prevented $ny writing in answe» to yours of recent date. "It will be utterly impossible for me to settle the claim you mention at present, for the very simple but good reason—I haven't got it. "I lost every penny I had in the world, and considerable I had in the future, in a theatrical venture last September. Up to the present time I have not recovered from the' shock. "I think if you lay this fact before your clients they will not advise you to proceed harshly against me. From their past experience with my modes of procedure in days gone by I do not think they can recall any suspicious mannerisms which could lead them to. suppose I am a debt dodger. "I hav$ simply been initiated into the Lodge of Sorrow, Hard Luck Chap-, ter, Fool Division No. 69. "My picture, hanging crape-laden on the walls of the Hall of Fame, bears the legend, 'Sucker No. 33876493.' "My motto is briefly: 'I would if I could but I haven't, so I can't.' "Fortune may smile, however up to the present writing it has given me the laugh. I have hopes. "Directly I am in a position even re­ motely suggesting opulence. I assure you your balance will receive my very prompt attention."—Montreal Herald. SHOCK TOO MUCH FOR BRUIN. Not Hugging Bear Evidently Did Know the Summer Girl. The great performing Russian bear had escaped from the captivity under which he had chafed for so many months but he was finding that liber­ ty had its drawbacks. For many weary hours he had prowled, but noth­ ing in the shape of food had he seen. Suddenly he gave a growl of delight, for, sitting on a stile.he espied a tooth­ some little lady, who was evidently awaiting the coming of a young man. Bruin did not stop to ponder upon his good-fortune he seized her in a mighty hug. For a while she said nothing but as he exerted more of his tremendous strength she murmured: "I don't think you are quite so strong as you were, Gerald." Then once more melancholy settled upon Bruin. He had done his best but the young ladies of this country were beyond him. With a roar of despair he retraced his steps to the menagerie, and gave himself up without a struggle.—Lon­ don Answers. Will Willing, Wind Weak. Mayor Story/ of Atlantic City, was condemning those Menhaden fisher­ men who dredge the Atlantic at points illegally near the shore for fish that is only 'used for fertilizer. At the same time the Mayor pointed out the difficulty of catching and punishing these fishermen. He said: "On account of the sinful waste of good fish that they cause, we would be only too glad to prosecute these men, but the means to detect and identify them are not often at hand. We have the will but not the power to punish. We are like the trumpeter in an At­ lantic City band. "This man, a native of Germany, was practicing one night a trumpet obligato, but he did not play anything like loud enough. 'Louder, louder,' said the leader. "And the trumpeter redoubled his efforts. 'Louder, louder.' "And he put on still more steam. 'Louder, louder, louder "The trumpeter banged down his trumpet and glared at. the leader with eyes-that started from their sockets. 'It's all ferry veil,' he spluttered, 'to say louder, louder," but vare iss de vind?"' Coachman as Col lector. It is related of D&an''Gilbert Stokes that once, when influenza had inca­ pacitated his verger as well as the two churchwardens, he consigned the duty of collecting the alms to a neigh­ bor's coachman. "Take the what, sir?" queried that worthy. "Take the offertory," explained the Dean. "The collection—the money from the people in the pews." The coachman seemed satisfied and even pleased with his new dignity. But when the offertory hymn was half through a noisy altercation was heard in one of the transepts, and the Dean at once called the collector to the rails. "Whatever is the matter?" he in­ quired. The coachman, red of face and wrathful of eye, then explained. He was no h^f-Aft&balf. individual, and $bpn a?tli&g was given him to do he did it, and did it thoroughly. He said: "Why, sir, there's two men in the best seats as won't pay."—London An­ swers. The Gift. Fate promised me ny wish/ and I replied: "Fortune for them who have no higher thought,. And fame tor those whose souls may so be bought— But give me love, and am satisfied." I spoke, and straight one stood there at my side, A child of sorrow oa whose' face grief had wrought Such misery ae nowhere else Is taught For man's imagining. And then cried: "Oh. liar, fate, heahrew thee for thy guile!, Thou sefnoeet me this poor and sorry thing When it was love that I had asked oi thee?" 1 The't grave-eyed stranger smiled—oh, such a smile v. \n' One see* hut en, the muM suffering-^ And sadly made me answer: "I am he.* —ReSlndd Wright j-'Kauffman^n^.Ten •Wat£9Bl» Adaptable, Energetic and Opti­ mistic, It Has Created Great. Wealth Out of the Unbounded Opportunities of Nature. The horseback era followed the navigation of the streams, and then the railroad' came to hang the great Spaces of the west with cities like long circuits of electric lights waving along a boulevard. With the railroad the westerner issed away, leaving the American citizen proud of his section. With the railroad came the period of town, building and town booming wherein the men from the west, traveling westward in a Pullman, endeavored to make fortunes overnight in real estate gambling, it took the collapse of the boom and the awful years that made Kansas bleed to teach them that they had found a new empire. In these men are now blended the traits of the cowboy and of the real estate man, of the vigilante and the student of law, but added to all these is the conservatism of the capitalist and the responsibilities of succes's. They "plunge" less now, since they have more to protect. But they are the same adaptable, energetic, opti­ mistic spirits who pushed the pioneer ahead and created for themselves great wealth where only opportunity Local Watch Repairer Made Time, piece All Right, but Could Not Regulate the Striking Part off His Handiwork. "It's the Kind Word and the Thought for the Deed Done and the Doer, Out off Which the Good la Wrought." Cultivate kindness of heart think well of your fellow men look with charity upon the shortcomings in their lives do a good turn for them as opportunity offers andi, finally, dpn't forget the kind word at the right time. How much a word of kindness, en­ couragement or appreciation means to others, sometimes, and how little it costs us to give it. We do not need to wait f?r some, special occasion, says the Philadelphia Inqifiver. When calamity overtakes a friend, words of sympathy and en­ couragement are offered sincerely enough, yet In certain respects, as a matter of course. 'For What la Left the Poet Here 7—For Greeks a Blush— for Greece a Tear." The tales of Greece, the isles of Greece! Sternal summer gilds them yet, But all,'except their sun, is set. The Scian and „the Telan muse,v The hera's heart, the loner's lute, Spirit of the Northwest "Devil Clock" in Old Mexican Town In my travels in Mexico I visited a city which has a town clock in a high tower, and this clock does not run, says a writer in the Kansas City Star. I learned its history from the inhabi­ tants. It appeared that one of the leading citizens of the town had visit­ ed the United States, and when he returned to his native city he insisted that the town ought to have a public clock. He called a meeting of citi­ zens, laid the plan before them, and they subscribed $400 for a town clock. They engaged a local watch repairer to tuild the clock and gave him or­ ders that it must strike the hours. He had never seen a town clock, but he sent to a coast town and secured a small marine striking clock, and with it as a model he constructed, by mathematical expansion, a large clock and placed it in the tower. It was advertised to begin running at 8 Relics off Its Practice Found All Over the World—Some of the Moat Prominent off Known Instances, When the Japanese captured Muk­ den they found the black stone of the Manchu dynasty, regarded by the Man chus as marking the center of the universe. Even without possession of the sacred rock it looks as if the Jap­ anese were putting themselves pretty much in the middle of things, and mak­ ing the rest of the world spin about their island kingdom. The worship of stones was an an­ cient and universal custom, and relics of its practice are found all over the world. Up to tne end of the nine­ teenth century the peasants of the Norwegian mountains cherished round stones, which they kept in a comfort­ able bed of fresh straw. Once a week these stones were carefully washed, smeared with butter or steeped in ale, and they were treated with great re­ spect in order that they might bring good luck to the house. awaited their coming. Thejr are still pushing. There afe the men who have made that three-fifths of the nation which lies west of Chicago so safe that the cliff dwellers of Manhattan have grown richer by selling them their wares—from steel bridges to maga­ zines, from life insurance to Massa­ chusetts state bonds.' Their one care is a constant watch for opportunity and their rule of honor is respect for every other man's right to try. They laugh when they win because success in a. successful country need not be taken too seriously. They laugh also when they fail, because failure amidi so many opportunities is ludi­ crous. They are crude and they must meet their social problems in their wives' names. Their optimism is the optimism of plenty1 their conceit grows out of their achievements. Worship of Stones an Ancient Custom The New Yorker scornfully says: "Why should I go west? I have everything that is worth seeing right here in New York." To this the American replies: "Yes, everything except the U,nited States of America." "You think you are the whole na­ tion," says the New Yorker. "No," says the American. -I'm only a part owner. But I know my country and my partners: You don't." —World's Work. Words of Kindness That Mean Much Such an occasion calls for expression on our part, and .we ^naturally resfpiond. ButVwhy wait for an occasion? Why not speak,the kind word when there is no special o'clock, and as it was a great event in the town's history most of the popu­ lation gathered in the plaza to see the clock start and hear it strike. When the hour came the clock struck cor­ rectly an*d continued to strike correct­ ly until 1 o'clock, when it struck up to sixty-one» When 2 o'clock came the clock struck 113 times. The whole town rushed out to see what was the matter. It happened that the builder of the clock lived at one end of .the town, and when he heard it striking up to 113 he leaped out of bed, seized a wrench and ran down the middle of the^ street to the plaza, climbed the tower and stopped it. Thereafter he was to be seen every hour running down the street with a wrench, the whole town cheering and laughing, while he climbed the tower to pre­ vent the striking apparatus from run­ ning away. The poor man put up with this only a few months, and then he ?an away and never returned. Since his disappearance the clock has never run. It is called the devil clock. Byron Lament on Downfall df Greece fl Have found the fame, your .shores refuse Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further West Than your sires' ^Islands of-the Blest." i^e^mount4!n» !^k^viferathon—' Kaaba, the holy stone of Mecca, is worn and polished by the kisses Of the crowding pilgrims while the Do-ring of Lhasa, Tibet, marks another cen­ ter of the universe. There are other stones of legendary or historical interest which have played a practical part in national or civil life. The Stone of Scone was originally supposed to be the ancestral god of the Irish Scots. It was kept in the gray old castle of Dunstaffnage un­ til it was carried to Scone, and the Scottish kings were crowned upon it. Edward I. carried it to Westminster abbey, and it forms the' seat of the coronation chair used by all the Brit­ ish sovereigns. The London Stone marked the meet­ ing-place of the Roman roads which ran through the kingdom, and from it all distances were reckoned. It was supposed to have been brought from Troy, and is mentioned in very early records. To-day a fragment of it is embedded in the wall of St. Swithin's church, London, and' protected by a strong iron grille. occasion to make it obvious? In the course of our lives there must be many times when thought­ less words areJ spoken by us which wound the hearts qf others And there are also many little occasions when the word of cheer is needed from us, and we are silent. There are lives of wearisome monot­ ony which a word of kindness can relieve. There is sufferinjg which words of, sympathy can make more endurable. And often, even in the midst of wealth and luxury, there are those who listen and long in vain for some expression of disinterested kind­ ness. Speak to those while they can hear and be helped by you, for the day may come when all our expressions of love and appreciation may be un­ heard. Imagine yourself standing be­ dside their last resting place. Think of the things you could have said of them,-and to -them, while they were yet living. Then go and tell them now. For standing oh the Persian's-grave, I, could not deem myself a slave. A King sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-horn Salamis And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in -nations—all were his! He counted them break of day~ And when the sun set .where were they? And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now— The heroic bosom heats no, more! Attd must thy^ lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?" 'Tis something, in the dearth of fa *, 8ad JjQKES SHORT ITEMS MEANT TO CAUSE A SMILE. End of the Once Noble Ranger of the Jungle—'Writer Was Holdfng his Own—The Appropriate Thing for Nuritch's Baby. A Suggestion. Mr. Sloman—Now, you're joking again, aren't you?" Miss Waite—Judge for yourself you should know me pretty well by this time. Mr. Sloman—But you puzzle me .sometimes I don't know what to make of you. Miss Waite—No? By the way, did you hear about Jack Brown and May Long? He made her his wife yester­ day. Holding His Own. "How are you getting on yith your Writifig for the magazines?" "Just holding my own. They send me back as much as I sand thsm." Couldn't Hear It. "The lady who moved in yesterday deceived me," said the rental agent apologetically. "She said she had no children, but I understand she has a baby. Did it disturb you?" "No," answered Mr. Flatdweller. "They tell me it cried some during the night, but the noise was drowned by the howls of Smith's dog and the shrieks of Mrs. Brown's parrot."—De troit Tribune. The Decline of Poetry. "That was an exquisite poem you had in the paper this morning," said the old subscriber. "Where did you get it?" "Eh^ Oh, the poem?" said the edi tor. "Why, I bought it." Then he apologetically added, "You see I knew the poor fellow who wrote it and I wanted to help him along." As Its Papa Eats. "Oh, yes, Nuritch's baby was born with a silver spoon in its mouth, of course." "It's a curious-looking child takes after its father, doesn't U?" "No, indeed if it took after its father it would have been born with a silver knife in its "jouth." Moving Cheese. "Will you start the cheese this way, (•lease?" said the thin boarder at din aer. "It's not time for cheese yet," said /he fat boarder. "No, but if you start it now it will probably get here by the time I'm ready for it."—Yonkers Statesman. Scraped It Together. are Family Friend—Well, how things Young Preacher—Fine. The congre gation actually raised my salary this month. Family Friend—How much was the Increase? Young Preacher—There was no in­ crease. They merely raised it, that's all.—Houston Chronicle. The Missing Link. "Them three men?" Farmer Border replied to a question, "them's our farm hands." '"But," asked the cijy girl, "where's the other one?" "What other one?" Why, there's alwayss a quartet of them to sing the 'Old Oakan Bucket," isn't there?" Natural Enough. The tiger-skin really Tess—"Mrs. Foartey doesn' show her age at all, does sho Jess—"No it's not surprising, con sidering all her trouble." Tess—"You mean it is surprising considering her troubles she's had." Jes—"No, I mean considering all the trouble she's taken to conceal it A Bitter End. rug—Well, hang it! To think that ^fter my noble career I should be trampled upon by a thing like this!—Jester. Blocked. "I'm afraid my hay fever is coming on," said Kloseman, trying to get some medical advice free of charge. "Every once in a while I feel an itching in Igay nose and then I sneeze. What would* yon do in a case likeTthat, doc­ tor?" "I feel pretty sure," replied Dr Sharp, "that I would sneese, too." Suspicious Laiwson—"What kind of coffee do you drink, Brazilian or1 Mocha?" Dawson—"Yon wilihaye toask the HOLD VA8T= UNCLAIMED WEALTH Sums Held by English Banks Run Into the Millions. How many millions of pounds worth of property lies unclaimed to-day in the form of shares, dividends, depos­ its of money, plate and jewels in the hands of bankers, companies, solici­ tors, auctioneers and others? This is the fascinating question raised yesterday by the writers of a letter, who urge the Chancellor of the Exchequer to lay hands upon the spoil and devote it to the increase of na­ tional revenues. Unclaimed wealth in the hands of the crown and funds in chancery amount to more than £50,000,000. Is it possible that the funds in private hands amount to an equally large sum? Some of the examples of hidden wealth given by the writers of the letter suggest that the amount must at any rate be a large one. It is not, apparently, the custom of companies to search very far for the owners of unclaimed dividends. Occasionally the chairman of a company refers to unclaimed amounts. In the case of a building society the chairman an­ nounced at the annual meeting that certain unclaimed money had been utilized to form a reserve fund. In fifty-five years," explained the secretary of this society yesterday, we have accumulated £5,000 of un­ claimed deposits. At any time we are liable to be asked to refund this and should do so with interest."— London Daily Mail. PARIS A WELL LIGHTED CITY. Strange Contrast With Conditions in Most American Cities. Paris offers a strange contrast to London (and to most American cities) in the matter of street lighting. London is woefully somber at night, except at certain points where concert hills and "gin mills" are numerous, where­ as Paris is brilliantly lighted every­ where. Nothing so astonishes the American visitor as the long lines of brilliant gas lamps (incandesant burn­ ers, all of which function perfectly) reaching down each and every street to sparkling perspectives of diamond strings. Do you feel disposed to shrug your shoulders and cry out,that it is garish and unrestful? Please don't. It is a grand success and a joy forever. If you doubt it, come A certain Rev. Mr. Fessenden had been dropped by his flock when they thought they had found a better man. One Sunday the better man was un­ able to preach, so Rev. Mr. Fessenden,. who still resided in the town, was called upon to fill the pulpit for the time. One of the deacons, wishing to make the change known to the congrega­ tion, inserted an advertisement in the local paper, announcing that "owing to Brother Jones' poor health, the pul­ pit will be filled to-morrow by the late Mr. Fessenden."—Chicago Rec­ ord-Herald. That Spooky Feelin'. When ye're groin' home at dead o' night an' ever'thing is still. An' sorter heshed an' solemn an' ye feel a kinder chill A-creepin' up ye'r back-bone an' a-fillin' ye with fear, Say, don't ye step right lively when th* graveyard's near? Th' trees, they look so ghost-like as the'r branches 'round they fling. An' th' monyments seem waitin' fer somebody or something. An' th' air is damp an' cold-liV an' ye hear a mournful cry. I'll bet ye hustle lively when th' grave­ yard's nigh. Ye kinder look across to see if ever' thing's all right, An' over there, beyond th' fence, gleams somepin' ghostly white Ye swaller hard—a awful lump—an' gasp fer breath an' sigh, An' I guess ye sorter hustle till th' grave­ yard's by. Ye take a back'ard look, right quick, to see what's comin' there, Ye thought ye, heard, th'. rustle of a.step behin' somewhere. An' when ye see it's nothln' an' ye're well beyont at last, Ye sigh with glad relief becuz th* grave yard's passed. —Grace S. BostwicK. 4 Creditable. This story is told by a resident of Maryland, who vouches for its genu jjieness: During the, last session of Congress two yqung ladies endeavored to gain access to the Senate gallery. The gouty old doorkeepr told them that every seat was Jllled and -the only cUKnce'tras to see 'some Senatori they knew and get a card which would ad­ mit them to the private gallery. '.But we don't know a single Sena­ tor," answered one of the young la- dies., "Then that is to your credit,' young ladies. .Walk Tight in. It is not often|l •we sere ucjh ladies aiwndVlhe Caol- ft irl ir over here and see for yourselves. I have carefully observed the placement of lampposts and find that in some places there is one every twenty feet in less favored localities, one every forty or fifty feet, while the little streets have them at intervals of about 200 feet. In the case, of the poor little streets the lighting is, at the worst, admirable not to say magnificent. What does all this cost? It costs too much, from our enlightened (or unlighted) point of view. We are content to grope about in the dark streets. The Par­ isian abhors darkness (as he should) and is willing to pay for light, even though he may pay pretty dearly for it. The Late Mr. Fessenden. Out in one of the north shore sub­ urbs there is a negro church which besides doing good work furnishes no end of amusement for a large number of the "white folks" because of some of the eccentricities of a few of its. members. One of the latest of these is in the form of a church notice which the colored brethren inserted in a local paper not long ago. u, 'MS .i r- 1