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WHoM THE GOODS LOVE,
You say that being so old
"T'was time for him to die?
Rings not your comment cold
And even inhoman? Why
Should tender tears be shed
When death lays your g livislow,
Spared years of sorrow and fret,
Bpgred age's overthrow?
When young we ste called away,
We shirk untold regret;
For austere time will slay
Not merely ourselves, but yet
Brand with authentie sign
Hie despoti ms elsewhere—
Drape wisps of silvery hair
O’er eyes beloved-—plough line
And furrow on treasured cheeks,
“Whom the gods love die young.”
Ah me! there Wisdom's tongue
With sovereign accent speaks!
Pity the old who die;
The young behind them leave
Such bounteous grief wiereby
Fate bids they should not grieve,
Heart-racked with many a sigh,
Wounded with many a scar,
Pity the old who die;
The young are happier far!
—|Edgar Fawcett, in Lippincott’s,
THE FORTUNE OF WHR.
The room was comfortable enough, It
was the guest-room of an old Virginian
farm-house on the James river; but the
farmer was away, fighting in Lee's army
for the defense of Richmond, and a half
squadron of Sheridan’s Horse, on out
?ost duty, occupied the building. The
urniture of the room was old-fashioned,
solid and substantial. The bed had cur
tains; the floor was carpeted and prints
hung upon the walls. The last place in
the world that the room resembled or
suggested was a prison. Yet the man
who walked perturbedly up and down
the floor was a prisoner--a Confederate
prisoner of war; and the other man,
who paced the court-yard outside, be.
neath his window, was a Federal soldier
guarding him,
The prisoner had made no uttempt to
sleep. From 10 at night, when they had
locked him there, till three in the morn
ing, he had been feverishly striding to
and fro almost without a break, When
he had thrown himself, from time to
time, upon the bed, it was to think
and not to rest. Partly he was weighing
chances, and wondering whether it was
possible that Stuart's Cavalry would
swoop down suddenly and rescue him;
but his mind mainly «I'wolt upon the one
paramount horror of the position in
which ho found himself,
His lamp was still burnin;f, and there
were pens, ink and paper lying on the
table. IHe had asked for this favor, and
his captors had granted it without de
mur. As they were going to shoot him
at daybreak, they oould scarcely grudge
him so trivial an indulgence.
There was something which he wanted
to write before he died, a last message
to his motherin South Carolina, who was
praying for his safe return. Three times
already he had begun the letter, and
then stopped and torn up what he had
written. It was difficult to write with
out telling either too little or too much.
At first he had intended to suppress all
that was really essential in the story.
But within the last hour something had
happened which had ehanged his mind,
and resolved him to write down the
Klain truth about the things that had
efallen him. Cruel as the truth was, it
was not dishonorable. Better, he
thought, that his mother should hear it,
than that apocryphal, and perhaps cal
umnious, tales should reach her ears.
So, with an effort, he calmed himself,
and took up his pen and wrote:
“My Drarest Morurr: Whether this
letter will ever reach you I cannot say,
as [ shall have to trust to the kind offices
of the enemy for its safe transmission, In
any case, before you recieve it you will
have heard the worst, You will have
heard that lam dead. At the moment
when 1 write this I have only two or three
more hours to live, as I am sentenced to
be shot at sunrise. If these lines reach
you you will also know that you have no
reason to be ashamed of me, or of my
brother Jefferson, who is sleeping in the
next room to me, and whose prisoner I
am,
“Jefferson’s prisoner ? That puzzles
you, no doubt. Well, I will soon make
you understand. It has happened very
simply.
“I was_ serving, as you know, with
Stuart's cavalry., General Stuart wanted
some, information which could only bhe
obtained by passing inside the Federal
lines. Happening to know the country
better than most, 1 volunteered for the
service, and, disguised as a farm hand,
made my way in the direction of Rich
mond. 1 obtained my information, but
on the road back I was taken by two of
Sheridan’s troopers. They searched me,
and, urtfortunately, I had concealed about
me gome plans 1 had made of the Federal
defenses at Bermuda Hundred. So they
brought me along to this farm house on
the James river, where they are stationed
under the command of my brother Jeffer
sOn (‘a‘)tain Jefferson l.ang}cy of
the Federal Army.
“I didn’t know any more than you did,
that Jefferson was fighting for the North,
I hadn't scen him, any more than you
have, since that day he ran away from
home five years ago. I didn’t even know
he was alive. But when the Sergeant
marched me in front of him I recognized
him at once.
**He wasn't so quick at recognizing
me; but that's no wonder, for, as 1 told
you, I was disguised, and I had a ten
days’ beard on my face. He began
questioning me:
“““You have been arrested within the
Federal lines. Compromising documents
have been found upon your person. You
are accused of being a Confederate spy.
Have you anything to say in your de
fense?
“¢ Nothing,’ I said,
“ Jefferson looked up. My voice
gseemed to remind him of something —he
didn’t quite know what, Then he went
on:
¢+ By military law the punishment of
the crime of which you are accused is
death.’ &
“ ¢ know it,’ I said.
“‘ Jeflerson looked up again.
“4lf, he said, ‘you are able to put
me in possession of any valuable inl:)t
mation respecting the movements of the
Corfederate forces, that punishment
would be remitted.’
““* 1 have no such information to give
you,” I told him,
**That time I was quite sure that Jef
ferson recognized me. 1 could see it in
his eyes. But he only said :
‘¢ Precisely. That is the exact lie 1
expected you to tell.”
*‘And then he added:
‘¢ ‘Sergeant, take your men outside and
leave the prisoner alone with me.’
“The men filed out, and the Sergeant
followed them and closed the door. As
soon as it was shut, Jefferson got up from
the table where he was sitting snd gripped
me by the hand,
“*Arthur,” he said, ‘I haven’t seen you
these last five years. But I'm not mistak
en. You are my brother Arthur, aren’t
you?
~ “I hadn’t meant to tell him who I
was, You see he'd got to order me
to be shot anyway, and it seemed
better he shouldn’t know he was sen
tencing his own brother, But it wasn't
uny use trying to deceive him then.
He wouldn’t have believed it. So 1
owned up,
“‘Yes, Jefferson,’ I said, ‘l'm Arthur
Langley right enough. I was in hopes
rm wouldn't recognize me, Dut you
ave,’
“Then we sat down and talked of
many things while the soldicrs waited
outside,
““He asked me for news of you, and
wanted to know if you had forgiven him
for running away from home. I told
him that you had, and that he must go
back to you after the war was over; aud
he promised that he would. And then
we both cursed the war that had brought
us together so strangely and so terribly,
and poor Jeflerson secemed even more
distressed than I was by our awful meet
ing. He broke down and sobbed; poor
boy.
“God knows, Arthur,’ he said, ‘T'd
let you go right away back 4o Stuart's
camp if I could. But I can’t.’
““And he couldn’t, mother,
““‘I know you can't do it, JefTferson,’ I
told him. ‘You're men wouldn’t let you,
If you tried they'd mutiny.’
“He allowed that it was more than
likely.
“CLikely? 1 said, ‘lt's a dead cer
tainty, I'd be shot just the same if you
tried; and your second in command
would put you under arrest, and your
Colonel would see that you were shot,
too. No, Jeflerson, you've got it to
do, and you'd best get it done right
away.’
““I'he poor boy sat down and covered
his face with his hands, sobbing, *Oh, my
God! my God?!
“I tried to calm him a bit, telling him
that it was only the fortune of war, and
that when I started I knew 1 was taking
my life in my hands, But it didn’t seem
to comfort him. He kept pacing up and
down the room saying, ‘I can’t doit! I
can’t do it!’
“But I told him that he must do it—
there was no way out of it, Then he
made a great effort and calmed himself,
He sat do'vn at the table and struck the
gong, and then the sergeant came into
the room again,
““¢Sergeant,’ he said, ‘the {)risnncr
will be ufml at daybreak. For the pres
ent you will lock him in the room oppo
site to mine.’
“ Aud so they brought me up here and
left me.”
There was a break in the letter here,
Arthur Langley began several sentences,
only to strike his pen through them
agnin, But presently he went on thus:
“You will be angry with Jeflerson,
mother. You will think that Tam mak
ing excuses for him, and that he might
have saved me if he'd liked., Then read
on, mother. I have something clse to
tell you. When you have read it you
will never think badly of JefTerson ngain,
“I'wo hours ago 1 heard some one tap
ping gently at my door, and » voice— it
was Jellerson's voice —-spoke to me in a
whisper,
“ ‘Arthur! Arthur!" he said. ‘Don’t
answer me, Arthur, or some one may
hear you, but listen carefully to what I
say.’
““1 listened, and this was what he
said :
“*lf you put your hand into your
wash-hand jug you will find a key that
will unlock your door. In th: passage
you will see a Federal unifcrn and an
overcont., PPut them on and walk right
out through the front door, and make
straight for the clump of trees to the
west, Button your coat well over your
face, and you will be mistaken for me.
I usually visit the sentries about this
time. If you are challenged, imitate my
voice and give the password ** Peters
burg.” Good-by, Arthur, and God bless
you,’
“* There, mother! you sce what JefTer
son was willing to do for me. 1 wonder
if you understand why I'm not going to
let him do it? It is because I Know just
what the offer means. It means that
Jefferson will be arrested for conniving
at my escape and shot instead of me. 1
musn't allow that to happen, must I?
“Jefferson and 1 weren’t as good
friends as we should have been in the old
times; but I always allowed there was
grit in him, and now I know it. I hope
there's grit enough in me to stand out
against this temptation, It's & tempta.
tion to think that there's that uniform
waiting for me all the while, and I've
only to put it on and get clear away, |
wonder "
Once again he stopped writing. The
temptation had been a real one; for life
is very sweet at two-and-twenty, and it is
hard to let it go by merely sitting still
and refusing to accept a sacrifice.
Moreover, the words which Arthur Lang
ley had just put on paper struck back
nto his brain, and once more set him
thinking. In a sort of delirious fancy he
saw himself yielding to the temptation,
atid putting on that uniform, and walk
ing away safely into the open, It seemed
so ecasy and so simple. Fatigue and
sleeplessness had broken down his nerves,
and an irresistible powerimpelled him to
the action
“By God!"™ he whispered hoarsely,
“1 will do it., 1 must do it."
He held the letter he had just written
over the lamp, and let it burn away to
cinders. Then he drew the key from its
hiding-place and undid the door, and
stepped out silently into the passage.
The promised uniform was in readiness
for him and he bent down to pick it up.
The door of the room epposite, where
his brother, the Federal officer, slept,
was open. Driven by a sudden impulse,
he stepped up to it on tiptoe, and looked
in. Jefferson Langley was lloeplnfi
%ulctly, with the moon shining throug
the window on his handsome, boyish
face, and making a glitter on his go{den
hair. His sleep was the calm and peace
ful sleep of one who has done his duty,
and has no more cares upon his mind.
Arthur Langley stood as it were spell
bound, and guze(f at him. The inmto
{»cacof ulness of the face at first perplexed
iim. But presently he grew to under
stand it; and a great shame for his own
contemplated cowardice stole over him.
Gradually his muscles relaxed. Silently,
and without a word, he gathered up the
upiform and carried it to a spot where it
might lie without exciting any one's sus
picions. Having done this he crept back
to his room and loeked himself in again,
~and hid the key where none were likely to
discover it.
Then, feeling a great weight lifted
from his mind, he threw himself down
‘upon the bed, and slept dreamlessly, like
his brother, till the dawn.
POPULAR SCIENCE NOTES.
To Take ok PLack oF LEATHER.~—
A new material is proposed as a substi
tute for leather. It is called ‘“‘flexus
fibra,” and is derived from flax, suitably
prepared and oiled, It has the same u{»-
pearance as leather, is particularly
uup}nle, and takes a polish eqally well
with the best kinds of calf. The ma
terinl is sald to possess great tenacity,
while affording great ease and comfort
to the foot when made into shoes,
Flexus fibra, being of vegetable origin,
is caleulated also to facilitate free ven
tilation, and thereby to obviate the dis
comfort arising from what is called
“drawing’'the feet.
Tue Inter-Revcation or Forces,
Water freezes and becomes ice at 32 de
grecs of Fahrenheit, whereas mercury
freezes at 39 degrees below zero of Fah
renheit; olive oil, on the contrary,shows
signs of congelation at from 40 to 45 de
grees of Fahrenheit, The three sub
stances quoted being all liguids the dif
ference in the loss of heat requisite to
bring them to solidification is very great
indeed, The action of heat on fluids or
solids is equally various. Water boils
at 212 degrees Fahrenheit, lead melts at
612 degrees; the fusing point of gold is
2,016 degrees, and of iron 3,000 degrees.
We give these particulars in order to
show what enormous changes can be ef
fected by cold in the transmutation of a
substance from a liquid to a solia, or by
heat from a solid to a liquid state.
Ether boils at 96 degrees Fahrenheit, but
has mnever been frozen b the
severest cold, The forces cxerte({by the
notion and reaction of heat and cold are
best exemplified under the head of steam,
which has only been called forth and
made use of by man since about the
middle of the eighteenth contury,
but it has been in action on a
gigantic scale in nature for probably
hundreds of thousands of years, it being
the opinion of many geologists, including
Lyell, that it is the generation of steam,
whether developed by the internal heat
of the earth in a state of fusion, or
whether by that of the chemical action
of the elements in the bowels of the
enrth developing heat, which, acting on
water and thus generating steam, is the
great force that throws up such enormous
rocks and masses of lava as Etna has
been doing. The rocks and lava thus
thrown up arein astate of fusion by heat;
hut they grdually cool by exposure to
the air and form solid rocks and moun
tains. This action and reaction has been
going on for thousands of years with
little cessation. Heat and cold, again,
cause the oceanic currents on our earth
between the equator and the poles, and
vice versa, and thereby affect the earth’s
magnetism or polarity, not only on our
globe, but probably all throughout the
universe, ‘l'his is borne out by the fact
that “‘the aurora borealis is decidedly an
elcctrical phenomenon, which takes
place in the \lighcst regions of the atmos
phere, since it is visible at the same time
at places very distant from each other.
Dr. Faraday conjectures that the electric
equilibrium of the earth is restored by
aurora conveying the electricity from the
poles tothe equator.”—| Westminster Re
view,
Tue Orpixanry Tuervomerer,—Ordi
nary thermometers are generally defec
tive, says a scientific writer, because of
slovenly work in making them; the
testing, pointing and sealing being care
lessly done. Tests should only be made
by comparison with a standard thermo
meter, placed with the instrument to be
tested under water. But in the cheap
shop the water used is often allowed to
grow cool, and is then suddenly warmed
by an addition of hot water. The test.
ing accordingly is inaccurate. In these
shops also the zero point is determined
simply by placing the bulb in snow, and
when the mercury has become stationary
the thumb is placed on the point where
this is shown and a file makes the mark.
The initial point is usually thus mis
placed from a sixteenth to an eighth of
an inch, and the whole scale is rendered
wrong. Thermometers with metallic
plates are sometimes incorrect. The
degrees on them are marked by means
of dies, which oause a warping or
curling of the plates. These have to
be rolled to flatten them again, and
this causes an increase n the size
both of the plates and the degrees.
Allowance is sometimes made for this in
making the dics, but the result is usually
unsatisfactory. A further source of er
ror in this kind of thermometer comes
from the fact that most of them are test
ed at one point, T'he manufacturer re
lies on a scale of degrees that is very
nearly true, and uses it for all instru
ments having & bulb of like size. The
result is that the thermometers are in
error at certain points. It is for this
reason also that glass thermometers,
which have degrees marked upon the
glass with type, are apt to be incorrect.
The type used is the same for all glass of
a similar kind, notwithstanding th: t the
bulbs may vary in size. Se entific ther
mometers are usually tested as to their
‘nccumcy before they are used at some
'authoritative oltservatory. In England
this is done at the government wltfon at
Kew: in this country at the physical ia
boratory at Yale and lhtnrs Universi
ties, and at the Smithsonian Institution,
Certificates are granted showing the
amount of error, if any.
THE JOKERS' BUDGET.
JESTS AND YARNS BY FUNNY
MEN OF THE PRESS.
One Conquest—-The Staff of Life—An
Unreasonable Quarrel He Knew
What He Meant-—-The Poiat of View,
Ete., Ete.
ONE CONQUEST,
Oh, yes, she is homely,
No doubt of it, sir,
Yet I saw a mosquito
Once mashed upon her,
—[New York Press,
THE STAFF OF LIFE.
“I can’t see why bread should remain
at the same (Frice when wheat and flour
have come down sO.”
“‘My dear boy, the main things in
bread are water and air. Neither one is
& cent cheaper than it was at the close of
the war.”—[lndianapolis Journal,
AN UNREASONABLE QUARREL.
She—ll know I’'m unreasomable! That
is & woman'’s privilege !
He—But isn’t it unreasonable for you
to want to be unreasonable?
She (hotly)—No; but it is unreasonable
for you not to want me to be unreason
able.
He (mildly)—lt strikes me that is an
unreasonable proposition,
She (triumphantly)—Of course it is,
for I made it! (They kiss and make
friends.)—([Puck.
HE KNEW WHAT HE MEANT.
He--I love you better than life.
She —lf you love me so much as that
why will you annoy me by asking me to
marry youf
He—When I say I love you better than
life I mean better aan life without you.
~—[Boston Transcript.
THE POINT OF VIEW,
Harry—Mamma, can I go and play
with Tommy Bounser?
His Mother—l think you ought to be
particular about the company you asso
ciate with, dear. What kind of a boy is
Tommy Bonser?
Harry—l He's the hest little boy in
town, mamma,
Harry’s Father—Then he has no busi
ness to be playing with you, my son,—
[Chicago Tribune.
COURAGEOUS ALWAYS,
She—You are not afraid to ask papa,
are you?
llye-—Afraid? The idea of vou doubt
ing my courage when I had the brav
ery to ask you.—[lndianapolis Jour
nal.
ANOTHER GREAT DISCOVERY.
First Traveler—Why is that pomp
ous fellow strutting about so absurdly?
Second Traveler—He found some hamn
in his railway sandwich. :
l'.\'l)li.\'lAl";E.
“‘She was a woman without a past.”
“Whot"
‘Eve.”—[Life.
ANOTHER STORY.
Askem Where's the rich heiress
you're engaged to ?
Tellum-—You see that lovely girl in
pink at the other side of the room?
Askem—Yes., 1 say, old man, what a
superb—
Tellum—Well, it isn't she. It's that
grand old ruin in yellow sitting next her.
—[New York Herald.
GAINING PERENNIAL YOUTIH.
Gertie—How old is Maud ?
Ethel —She has been 23 ever since a
fire in her house burned up the family
Bible six years ago.—[Chieago Record.
CONTRADICTORY.
Jack-—There is one peculiar thing about
love.
Tom-—Yes?
Jack It makes a fellow feel that he
would like to die for his darling, and at
the same time strengthens his determin
ation to keep on living for her sake.—
[New York Herald,
GREAT SAVING IN LEATHER.
Little Dick—Papa, didn’t you tell
mamma we must economizef
Papa—l did, my son.
Little Dick—We'l, I was thinkin’ that
mebby if you'd get me a pony I wouldn't
wear out so many shoes,
A KINDLY WAY.
Miss Fuzzle—l want to break my en
gagement with Mr. Sappie, but I don’t
know how to do it without driving the
poor fellow to suicide?
Little Brother—Why don’t you let
him see you in curl papers.
ANOTHER CASE OF MISPLACED SWITCH.
“Aren't you ready yet?”
“1 couldn't find my hair.”
“We'll miss the train. Switches al
ways seem to delay traflic.”
A FAIR PROPOSITION.
“1 wish,” sighed Jarley to his wife,
“that I could get a receipt for happi
ness.”
“Well, Yerhnq&some time if you will
give me n little wappiness, I'll give you
a receipt for it,” returned Mrs. J’.—
[ Harper's Bazar,
THEY RE WORTH IT.
The blessed girls, our loyalty
To them shall never falter!
We're willing to stand up for them—
Even at the altar.
—| Detroit Free Press,
IT MAKRES NO DIFFERENCE,
“1 suppose you don't believe in court
ship,” said the paragraphist laughingly
to t‘hc President of the gas company.
“Why not ! asked the President.
“‘Because lovers always turn the gas
down, you know. Ha! ha! ha!"
“Oh, that makes no difference,” said
the President. *‘The meter gets in ite
work just the same.”--|Texas Siftings.
HARRY' S STORY.
Harry was in the baby class at school,
and when it came his tura to tell a story
about the problem, “seven less six,” this
was what he told:
LMy dog was sick and I had seven
doctors, ifm a while I sent away six
and then the dog got well.”—[Youth's
Companion.
A COMFORTING REPLY.
His Fiancee—l do dread to meet your
family. I'm afraid they will think I'm
Dot d{gniflod enough.
He—Oh, no, the girls will take to you
directly,
She—Which one shall T like best?
He—My youngest sister, Flossie, 1
think. She's an awfully silly little
thing, and I'm sure you'll get on capi
tally together.—|Truth.,
NOT A ROMANCE.
Locked in her room, five times a day
She sets u treasured gift before her,
And sits and dreams the hours away,
Her fond gaze that of an adorer.
What memory does the treasure bring
That she should count it dear and
dearer?
Is there a love tale in the thing?
Not quite! It's just her largest mir
ror.
[Chicago Record.
BILKINS IN PAIN.
Mr. Bilkins—Ouch! Woo! Whoop!
I can’t stand this toothache any longer.
Hurry round to Dr. Pullem’s at once.
Mrs, Bilkins—Waell?
Mr. Bilkins—lf—if he isn't in, tell
him to come and pull this tooth.—[New
York Weekly.
PAPA'S OPINIONS ON EDUCATION.
Little Dick—l told the teachef you
didn’t remember half the things you
studied at school.
Papa—l am glad you did. There is
no use in all this stuffing, and the teaoh
ers ought, to konow it. What did she
say?
Little Dick—She said she guessed I
was a chip o' the ole block.—[Good
News,
TOO MUCH FOR ONE WHEEL,
“Look here, young man,” said the
medical practitioner, ** if you ride a
wheel so much you'll get ‘Kyphosis
Bicyclistarum,’
“*On this wheel "
“Yes, sir.”
“Well,” replied the wheelman, *‘if I
do, one of us will have to get off and
walk.”—[ Washington Star,
oUT OF POLITICS,
Foreign Visitor—You have a glorious
country here, and lairl( revel in the
blessings of freedom, I slippose?
Mr. Crossroads—Wall, as to that, we
don’t take much interest in politics up
our way. 'The post-office don't half pay
expenses, and so all parties patriotically
agreed to retire from the political field
and let a soldier’s widow have it,—[New
York Weekly.
MAY HAVE BEEN RIGHT AFTER ALL.
‘““My! Jingleberry, what a gash you
have in your c%xeek!”
‘lt is pretty bad.”
““How did you get it?”
‘‘ Shaving.”
“You must have an idiot for a bar
ber.”
““Don’t you call me an idiot.”
“I didn't.” ~
“Yes, you did. I shave myself |"—
[Harper's Bazar,
DIAGNOSIS,
Mrs. Gumbleton—Oh, doctor! I'm
afraid I swallowed my false teeth in my
sleep!
Dr. Wagg-—Don’t be alarmed, my dear
madam. Do you feel a gnawing sensa
tion?—[ Puck.
THE RETORT COURTEOUS,
“Madam,” said the gypsy, *‘let me
tell your fortune?”
“No; go away,” snapped the elder
female at the door.
“Pardon,” returned the gypsy; *“I
had not noticed that madam’s fortune had
been told years ago.”—[Judge. .
THE BRIGHT EIDE OF IIT.
Eastern Capitalist—You don’t seem to
have many people here,
Boomtown Land Agent—But think of
the unrivaled opportunities that gives for
growth of population!”
ORE OF HER PLIGHTED LOVERS,
Maud—How dreadfully awkward!
Elaine—What's awkward ?
Maud—l'm engaged to that man we
just passed and I can’t think of his name.
A PLEASANT NOTE.
Wife (a widow newly married)—Do
you speak German?
Husband—Oh, yes.
“Well, occasionally addrese me in that
language.”
“Why."”
“It will remind me of my first dear
husband.”—[Texas Siftings.
GETTING TOO SERIOUS,
Elaine—Why did you break off your
engagement with George?
Gladys—You see, we were forced to
be together a good deal, and I found I
was getting fond of him.—[Chicago Re
ord.
AROUND THE HOUSE.
If dish towels and cloths are boiled up
in water with ammonia every second day
there will be less trouble with sticky
dishes.
To prevent starch from sticking a good
plan is to put a teaspoonful of clean white
lard into a rint of thick starch while
hot and stir it thoroughly through the
mixture. X
Powdered French chalk is recom
mended for cleaning light summer wool
ens. It is very inexpensive and may
therefore be used liberally. Cover the
soiled parts thickly with the chalk, letit
remain a day or two, and then remove
with o camel's hair velvet brush. It is
claimed that in most cases this treat
ment will cause the spots to disappear
entirely.
The Ly on the Wall.
The growth of ivy on the walls of
houses renders the walls eatirely free
from damp, the i? extracting every
particle of moisture from wood, grick or
stones for its own sustenance by means
of its tiny roots, which work their way
into the hardest stone. Theoverlapping
leaves of the ivy conduct water hflln
upon them from point to point until g
reaches the ground, without allowing
the walls to receive any moisture what
ever from the beating rain.
RELIABLE RECIPES,
Poyaro Savrap.—Pare off and slice
fine some small, cold boiled potatoes;
range in a salad bowl; besprinkle with
chopped chives, chervil and parsley;
season with salt and pepper, oil and tar
ragon vinegar; mix carcfully, and serve
very cold,
Peacn Pie.—Take juicy and mellow
guches: peel, stone and slice them in a
eep pie-plate, lined with the under
crust, sprinkle through them a sufficient
uantity of sugar, equally distributed.
g’ut in about a tablespoonful of water;
dust a little flour over the top; cover
with a rather thick ecrust, and bake
nearly an hour,
Roast DuckLiNe witi Aprrg SAUCE,
Take two large ducks, singe, draw pare
off the neck, wingsand legs; put a pinch
of salt inside, close the lower aperture
with the rump; truss nicely, put on the
.Y)? or in the roasting-pan and cook
about forty minutes, sprinkling occasion
ally with the drippings; salt, untruss
and dish up the ducks; add a little rich
broth to the drippings, strain over
the ducks, and serve with an apple
sauce in a sauce bowl. For
the apple sauce : Peel, cut in
quarters, remove the cores and slice a
Jozen large cooking apples; put in a
buttered saucepan with a glass of water,
cover and cook slowly for about twenty
minutes; add four ounces of sugar, and
press through a hair-sieve. Sauce pre
pared in this wav ought to be white,
stiff and sweet enough to be served with
meat.—[Hotel Mail.
Comfort for the Unsuccessful.
If we are money-makers, it is to the
exclusion of something else: if we have
gentleness and refinement, these qualities
unfit us for becoming money-makers, The
late Daniel Dougherty met at Narragan
sett Pier a very charming young man
one evening, and afterwards asked me
if he was poor, or if he had inherited a
fortune,
“Why do you not ask me if he has
made one?” [ rejoined,
‘‘Because I know he hasn't,” replied
Mr. Dougherty, who, asevervonc knows,
was a very keen observer of human na-*
ture.
““He is poor, or, if he is not, his
money was inherited,” insisted Mr,
Dougflerty, and when I pressed him for
a reason for his assertion he said : *‘He is
too refined, too cultured, too altogether
charming ever to have made by his own
exertions a fortune, or even a compe
tency, beyond a mere living,” which
was a perfeot diagnosis of the young
man’s position in life.—[Boston Home
Journal.
“Prince Rupert’s Drops.”
The most wondrous wonder of the glass
maker’s art is the result of a philosophi
cal experiment and is known to scientists
as ‘‘Prince Rupert’s Drop.” These glass
drops known by a Prince’s name are
simply the drippings of molten glass,
pear or tadpole shaped,” their curious
properties being the result of their being
suddenly glazed and their pores covere
by coming in contact with water when
at a white heat. One of these ‘‘drops”
can be removed from the water and
smartly hammered without causing a
fracture, but if the smaller end has but
the slightest atom clipped from its sur
face 310 whole object instantly bursts
with explosive violence and disuppears as
fine dust. The theory of this phenome
non is that its particles, when in fusion,
are in a state of repulsion: but, upon be
ing dropped into the water, its super
fices are annealed and the atoms return
into the power of each other’s attraction,
the inner particles, still in a state of re
pulgion, being confined within their out
ward covering.—[St. Louis Republic.
Cannibals of the Ocean,
Such fierce carnivorous fishes as exist
in the depths of the ocean are unknown
at the surface. There is a ‘'black
swallower,” which devours other finny
creatures ten times as big as itself,
literally climbing over its victim, first
with one jaw and then with the other.
Another species is nearly all mouth, and,
having no power of locomotion, it lies
buried in tge soft ooze at the bottom, its
head alone protruding, ready to engulf
any prey that may wander into its
cavernous jaws. There is a ferocious
kind of shark, resembling a huge eel.
All of these monsters are black as ink.
Some of them are perfectly blind, while
others have enrsmous goggling eyes.
No ray of sunlight ever pierces the dark,
unfathomed caves in which they dwell.
Each species is gobbled by the species
next bigger, for there is no vegetable
life to feed on.—[Chicago Herald.
The Bee’s Hard Day’s Worl,
Every head of clover consists of about
sixty flower tubes, each of which con
tains an infinitesimal quantity of sugar,
Bees will often visit a hundred differen®
heads of clover before retiring to the
hive, and in order to obtain the sugar
necessary for a Jload must, therefore,
thrust their tongues into about 6,000 dif
ferent flowert A bee will make twenty
trips a day when the clover patch is con
venient to the hive, and thus will draw
the sugar from 120,000 different flowers
in the course of a single day’s work.
Men think they have hard work to make
a living, but their employment, however
arduous, is an easy and pleasant task
compared to that of a working bee.—
(St. Louis Globe-Democrat.
Physiological Oddities.
The muscles of a well developed hu.
man jaw can exert a force of 534 pounds
according to recent experiments. The
blood in its natural state contains an
amount of pure water that is really aston
ishing to one who has not given the
subject attention—nearly seven-eighths
of rif“ entire bulk. Kiel estimates the
surface of the lungs at 150 square
or ten times that of the ex.tzmal b::y"
There is enough of irom in the blood of
forty-eight men to make a plowshare of
rwentv-feur pounds weight, —(St. Louis
Republican,

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