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The L'Ansc Sentinel, CIO. C. JACK.1UX, Kdilur rsbil.ber. L'AXSE. i i i MICHIGAN. THE STONE IN THE ROAD. Long tiino ago there lived a king Known to be Rood and wise; lie taught hi people laslness In u!l forms to despise. 'For tho best things of life." said he, "fJod Klves to those who work; Hart lurk comes but by carelessness. To those who love to shirk" Right in the mlddlo of the road. Close by his palace fair, lie placed a stone, and watched to see Tho people pans Ins there. Quito early In the morning came A farmer, with his corn llrawi by a yoke of oxen "Ha! As sure as you are born," lie cried. In great disgust, "the king Has lazy subjects here. Row t must drive my cart one side And upset, too, I fear!" He never thought to roll the store Himself. A soldier say, tWIlli a long feather in his hat. Now marched across the way; A merry song he sung, but as He 1 eld his head so high, Ife stumbled o'er the stone and In The dust was forced to lie. "Ah! silly drones, ye country folks," He stormed "your sense Is small. To leave such stones where travelers Are almost sure to fall!" An hour later, merchants, six. Hound for a village fair. v Came down the road and loudly blamed The folks who left It there. And so for three long weeks or more. In everybody's way. That stone, untouched by anyone, As an obstruction lay. Then tho great king a message sent To people far and near. Bidding them by his palace, on A certain day, appear. ! friends, 'twas I who placed this stone That In your way has stood. To see," tho king said, "which of you Ijoved most his neighbor's good." lie stooped and quickly rolled aside The stone a box was there 'Kor him who lifts this stone," they read. In letters large and fair. Out fell a ring and twenty coins Of gold "This maxim true Kow take to heart." quoth our good king: "Strive with your might to do The work that right before you lies; Don't go around the stone, Or scold your neighbor, when the fault Rests but with you alone." Lizzie de Armond, In Ohio Farmer. Toni Tedona J By S. Rhett Soman. TONI had been altar boy now for nearly tlx months, and, in conse quence, his position had been greatly improved, not only w ith the community at large, but among the rugged urchins swarming around Decatur' and Did Levee streets. Even Mere Felix, the old bottle wom an on-TSt. Anthony's alley, was less rancorous-' in her attacks,- more cau tious how she struck ut him wheft'he passed by, and not quite so vicious it) 4ier .muse 01 ms ucuu momcr. Toni nat on the front steps of the cathedral, and looked out ut the beau tiful, flowering square in front; at the paling tints of the evening sky; the ta pering masts and rigging and red fun nels of the ships lined up along the wharves beyond where the traflicof the levee front rolled in a distant, ceaseless hum and rumble; and at the curling fcniokc of a locomotive as it switched fome heavy freight trains back and forth, with grumbling persistency. For all seemed to Toni a revelation Something he had never noted before. Ami yet the 1:2 years of his young, hut troublesome life had been spent right here, on the levee, In the narrow streets and crowded alleyways adjoin ing and around the old cathedral and Jackson square, in which he used to Meal, to throw stones nt the sparrows, .when no one was looking. Toni sat idly, his chin resting in the palms of his hands, his elbows on his knees, and he pondered if he were really Toni Tedona, the vagrant and imp of yore. The l.-dimaelite, whose code of morals had been summed up in the words: Do not be found out;" whose agile fingers were wont to steal anything available, and whose sharp wits were for sale to the highest bidder for any nefarious job, to be executed in mys terious courtyard and under the shad ows of night, in those days not long ago. before l'ere Laurent had taken him in. For Toni's bold intrepidity, his cool daring and matchless effrontery had made him a tool of rare value for the reckless, turbulent,, criminal popula tion around the wharves, and his small. sharp features, brilliant dark eyes and short, curling black hair had become Avell known to the local police, as was his mocking insolence and his clever ness in get ting out of scrapes where one less quick-witted would have been cor nered and trapped. Toni seemed hardly to recognize him self. How was it he had refused, fiercely and at last with blows, to accompany that lawless band of which he had erst while been chief, gathered that evening for a raid long meditated on old Pe lou, the butcher's, premises, out by the barracks? Belou, who was cor dially hated by all the rabble of the market? It was not through fear of the stout old Gascon and his stick. Toni would mock and jeer with glee at both; nor fear of his big-mouthed dog. Hah! Toni knew a sure specific to quell the noisy bluster of a watchdog, whether bloodhound or bull pup. It was not because Toni hesitated to appropriate lielou'a fruit and vegeta bles. War had waged too long and fiercely between the two factions (Toni's band and Belou, the close-fisted, brutal butcher) for him to look tipon the destroying of his enemy as anything but a fair reprisal of war. And when, with hooting and re proaches, the boys scurried off down Chartrcs street and left him alone on the church steps, Toni's desire to take part in the expedition was so great that he had all but shouted to them to stop and wait for him. ltut the cathedral bell had chimed the hour, and Toni paused, remembering l'ere Laurent s words: 'Wait for me on the steps, mons flls, and I will take you with me to hear some music some violin music which Father Charles will play for us." And in passing by l'ere Laurent had placed his hand on Toni's rough, tangled curls with a gesture of protection and was it affection? At the thought, Toni's rich Italian blood surged up, coloring the dark olive of his cheeks, and his eyes, which were watching the gathering clouds being driven up by a summer storm from across the gulf, shone like two luminous stars. No, not to please a Heuvenly Father, remote and unknown, one who had not watched over those dark and un happy days from which he had emerged, would Toni strive to follow the narrow path pointed out to him by l'ere Laurent. That path, which excluded passion, vengeance and curses, ill-will end theft, und the paying buck of evil for evil, his long-cherished dream, which was to square up those old accounts of his op pressed childhood, and settle the debt with compound Interest he owed those who had so harshly treated him. Toni would sit und plan how he would wipe out tho old scores when he would be brawny and tall und power ful, l-flTethe sailors on the goelettes und charcoal boats moored in the Old llasin. But if he was to renounce the keen pleasure over which he had so gloated, vengeance on Mere Felix and others, it was only to please l'ere Laurent, to bring u smile to his dim, kind eyes, and to hear him say: "mons lils," those words w hich, sinking deep, made Toni's heart swell with a passionate love and pride. No, it was not for the sake of doing right, at the dictate of that remote Cod in Heaven. It was for love of l'ere Laurent. Toni Tedona had been unwittingly the cause of contention and reproach in Father Laurent's quiet home, the presbytere by the cathedral. Old Madame .Jean, his housekeeper, had raised her hands in holy horror and her voice in strong protest when told to prepare a cot in the w ing room forToni, the vagabond, who led nil the pranks and villainies committed by the gamins of the levee. It was impossible that Fere Laurent would think seriously of trying to reform so notorious a young villain! "And to bring him into the presby tere! That quiet, orderly house! "It was impossible! Why, in a week's time she, Madame Jean, would not have a chick or a hen left in the yard, nor would Father Laurent have one of t hose beautifulsilverspoons presented to him in gratitude by his congregation. "Toni Tedona was a brigand, and it wus easy to foretell what would be his ending." But Pere Laurent had smiled his slow, quiet smile of compassionate re proof, which Madame Jean herself said was like a ray of divine light from Heaven, and reminding her of the char ity of Him who had said to the thief: "Meet me in paradise," had persisted thut Toni, the reprobate, be made wel come tinder his roof. "The boy is brave, and he lives not who can assert that, there is oiily evil in him. He is young und has been hard ly treuted. His eyes are fearless and true and I will trust him." So Toni wus brought to the presby tere. It had been hard work for l'ere Laurent to implant into his wild and passionate nature the seeds of those traditions und virtues which guide the Christian world, but there was fascina tion in the work, and he had persisted. And soon Pere Laurent realized the magic of those two words "my son," nnd their effect upon Toni totiell his burst of passion when troubled and worried by the men on the levee for whom he worked, words which would bring tears of repentance to his eyes. So Pere Laurent -skillfully nnd pa tiently tended the wild plant lie had plucked from the poisonous dunghill of the street, and watched with prayerful delight its gradual unfolding into a thing of beautiful growth. "You think you have tamed him. Pere? You wait nnd see! One of these days Toni will blaze out in a fit of fury, and we will be ussassinated!" insisted Madame Jean. Hut Pere Laurent only laughed amusedly, if a little sadly. It had been at Toni's own request that he had taken hTtn as altar boy some six months ago, marveling that he should w ish it. Altar boy! Toni Tedona altar boy! When the news spread abroad down the levee, among those riotous compan ions, formerly led by him to the com mission of deeds which would not bear the light of day, and which an individ uality of interests alone kept hidden away from the scrutiny of the police, how they yelled and shouted derisively and mocked nt the farce. And as Toni snt that evening on the steps of the cathedral in the waning light, he clinched his teeth hard to keep down the rage in his heart at the recollection of the names they had called him, and he realized full well that it was through a burninggrutitude to Pere Laurent, a love nnd reverence beyond the power of words or expres sion for the noble, white-haired old priest, who had drawn him back from the pit of dnrkncssandcrlmelntowhlch he was plunging, which had made him ask to be taken to serve mass as altar boy, not from any piety or love of re ligion. When with reverence r.nd solemn voice, with bowed head nnd closed eyes Pere Laurent repeated aloud the serv ice,' "Sn net us! Ranetus! Sanctus!" the bell Hnkled nnd a hush fell over the church, Toni's gaze fell with an un spenkable love on one who was an earthly and heavenly father to him. So, sitting on the cathedral steps and waiting to accompany Pere Laurent to hear the music of Mendelssohn and finch which Father Charles played so well on his violin, Toni Tedona, look ing up at the evening sky and the sen tinel stars, which smiled back at him, felt a great yearning come over him, to deserve the name given, with bo noble a generosity, and to be indeed a worthy son to that saint on earth, a son upon whom no rcprouch would ever gather in years to come, no evil deed ever cling. The wind blew blustering nnd light clouds begun to obscure the deep blue of the sky und the radiance of the stars. "Are you there, Toni?" said Pere Lau rent's gentle voice. "I was detnlncd by a visit to a sick child. Allons, mon flls. Come. We will cross the river and go to hear Father Charles' music for a little while." Springing k up with a glad joy in his eyes ns Pere Laurent placed a frail, withered hand on his shoulder, Toni nnd his friend the priest passed down the steps, across the street, and Onto the square, where the rising wind was tossing the scouts of the flowers about them, out to the crowded levee, to take the ferry boat, pulling its way across the broad, winding river. I'erc Laurent's talk was of the dedi cation to the church of their resplend ent genius by the old German masters, Sebastian Bach, Handel nnd others, and, wrapt in his subject, he threaded his way abstractedly among the heavy belated floats, market carts and back ing and twisting trains, which cross und recross on the levee front. Toni went slowly by his side, and, glancing up, thought that the stars smiled approvingly. How was it? None could say. The darkening light of the evening must have obscured the distance, and fitful gusts of wind blew clouds of fine white dust in their faces. Pere Laurent, brought to sudden consciousness of wlu re they were, paused, as u heavy engine backed rap idly down upon them. With nn exclamation he stretched to seize Toni's hand nnd attempted to cross, not heeding the boy's imploring effort to detain him. There were shouts of warning and the thunder of nn engine. Then, with one wild cry: "Padre!" Toni sprang forward, caught and tore him back; flung hiin to one side, while wild cries arose from the engineer and trainmen around, saving Padre Laurent, but go ing himself to an awful fate. "Mon fils! mon lils!" wailed thegrny haired priest in anguish, wringing his. hands. Toni Tedona lay at the foot of the altar. His face serene nnd smiling, was unmorrcd and over his shattered body u dark cloth had been drawn. Ta pers burned around the compassionate face of the Christ crucified, und silence reigned in the cathedral. Pere Laurent knelt, and, gazing at the young and beautiful face, bo grand ly chiseled by death, slow teurs fell over his withered cheeks. Passing his hand over the dark curling hair with a tender gesture of love, he whispered softly: "Mon flls! oh, mon fils!' X. O. Times-Democrat. BABETTE'S DREAM. It Procured for Her n Husband I'nder n Mlannprehenlon SoJ Awakening. A few weeks ago n pretty little bonne a tout faire, in the service of an elderly nnd wealthy retired Parisian hatter, dreamed one night that she had drawn the number and with it won the top prize in the municipal lottery. Next morning she described her vision to her master, who instantly gave her the wherewithal to purchase a "full" ticket, and began to keep his eye upon the official liste du tirage, ut the head of which, to his unbounded- surprise, the dreamed-of number came ut when the next drawing took place. Hurry ing home from the cafe ut which the joyful announcement had met his eye, lie found Babettc, us usual, singing merrily over her work, ami manifestly unaware that n huge slice of good luck had fallen to her lot. w "She is really an excellent girl," he reflected "handsome, too, and por tioned by the blind . goddess with a dowry of 100,000 francs. In every re spect an eminently eligible young per son." Straightway he called her to him. "Babcttc, dear child," he murmured, with n fond smile, "I am resolved to re ward your indefatigable devotion to a lonely but grnteful oldman. I hope that you have found me,n kind master; I am sure that I shall make a good hus band, lie mine, Babcttc!" Three weeks later, as they were leav ing church at the conclusion of the marriage ceremony, he whispered to his blushing bride: "By the way, sweet spouse, what has become of thnt ms'stie number which you dreamed about? Perhaps you had better hand over the ticket for the purchase of which I gave you the money not so very long ago. I will collect the prize on 3'our account." "The lottery ticket, do you mean?" replied Babettc. "Why, I changed my mind about that, and spent the six francs' on a new cap, which you ad-' mired very much. Then you asked me to mnrry you, nnd I forgot all about the silly old number," Tableau! Paris Cor. London Telegraph. Cruel Sarcasm. "I know the pumpkin pie was rnthei thin as to filling," said the landlady, al most crying, "but I don't think he had any right to say what he did." "What did he say?" asked the pecond table boader. f ) "lie asked me If I didn't think that the pie crust would be Improved if St had another coating of yellow paint." What-to-Eat. SCHOOL AND CHURCH. Th Friends have 00 colleges in this couiury, with a total attendance of 20, 000 students. It is stated that 20,000 Persian Nib torians have been absorbed by the Greek church of Kussiu. One hundred aud seventy-five Con gregational churches have adopted the use of the Individual communion cup. There are 43 missionaries, six stu dents aud ten women employed in the city missions of Berlin, under the lead ership of Dr. Stoecker. That popular education is appreciated in Japan is evident from the fact that its 27,000 elementary schools ure at tended by 3,700,000 pupils. The Bible has been translated into the Thibetan language by a Moravian missionary named Heiurich August Jaeschke, a native of Saxony. Lord Kelvin has resigned the pro fessorship of natural philosophy in the University of (ilasgow, which ho had held for 5.1 years. He is now 73 years of age. The convent nt Mount St. Joseph's, near Delhi, O., is one of the largest in America. It is the home of about COO sisters, who conduct 49 schools, five hos pitals, two orphanages, one infant asy lum nnd two academies. Meat is never eaten by the Trappist monks of (ietbsemuue, Ky. Vegetables nnd wheat bread ure their only food. 'fKry never speak to each other unless jvhen extremely ill, and they know nothing of the current events of the outside world. Halle university has conferred the degree of doctor of philosophy honoris causa on Mrs. Agnes Smith Lewis, 'of Cambridge, England, who discovered the Syriac (iospels on Mount Sinai and edited them. It Is the first time the degree is given to n woman us an hon orary ne in (iermany. MEMENTO OF MACEO. Hoof of the Heroic Cabin Lender's Horse, Which Perished with Him. Down on Front street there is an old curiosity shop in which is a unique me mento of the Cuban hero, Antonio Ma ceo. It is the right front hoof of the horse that carried him when lie was killed in Pinar del Bio. The horse re ceived several of the bullets intended for its master, and died at the same, time. The owner of the rilic, Westminster Abbey, the proprietor of the shop, se cured the hoof last October from John E. Smith, of Kankakee, 111. Smith was a rough rider, nnd when he returned from Cuba brought with him all th bones of Maceo's last horse. This hoof was the only portion of the skeleton lis would part with, and lest any doubt of its genuineness would ever exist, he had an afTidavit drawn up Iteforeu no tary deslarlng the facts In the case. The story runs that Maceo's horse was a small but lithe and intelligent bay, which on many an occasion hod saved the great leader's life. Jose, An tonio's brother, had often expressed hi.s desire to own the horse, but Antonio steadfastly refused to part with him. In nil of the stirring raids up and down the island the animal carried the patriot. Many months before its un timely end it was famous. Both the horse and the master re ceived many a severe scratch in the ladt campaign, but their lives seemed charmed. At last, nlong in the memora ble fail of J SOT, Antonio Mncco, w ho was then ravaging the protincc of Pinar del Bio, met his fate, mounted on the faithful animal, in battle near Ha vana. The full details of what followed will probably never be know n. At any rutn, a few hours after Maceo had left his command and ridden out to the battle field on hi.s faithful steed, he und his horse were dead. The horse's body was found by in mrgents the night after the battle, and over it was built a rough lag cache. A former American resident of Havana, shortly after the conclusion of peace, secured the hone of the horse, jr.temliug to have them articulated for the Smithsonian institution, it wai from him that Smith, who was an old friend, secured the strange memento. After Smith came to New York he was exploring the town one day, when he stumbled upon Westminster Abbey's establishment, und became so interest ed in Mr. Abbey's bizarre collection that he presented to the latter the hoof. Mr. Abbey made nil kinds of tempting offers for the remainder of the skele ton, but Smith wouldnt part with it. X. Y. Mail and Express. Titles on the Continent. Wo exaggerate very much the power of title on theeontincnt. In Italy every son of a prince is again u prince, no mat ter if there tire ten sons. This hau a great effect on the diluting of titles; it is a watering of the stock, as they Bay in railroad parlance. We especially overrate the effect of French titles. Anybody can call himself u count in '"ranee. A certuin Jew in Paris named himself from his province. We will saj his town was Liege, his name wus Cha bot. He called himself Count Chabot de Liege, which sounds very well. A banker of Cologne, we will say, whose name might be Oppenheimer, hearing this, said: "Well, if you are Chabot de Liege, I must be O. de Cologne." There are properly now no titles In France. They expired on the advent of the re public; but there arc families who have some noble blood, as they call It, and there are plenty of titles to sell. Har per's Baar. ' Something; He Didn't Have. Hicks I hear that Klinkard has pulled up stakes and gone to the moun tains. Wicks Gone for his health, I sup pose? "No; as I henr it, he has gone on ac count of nothaTlngatiy health." Bos ton Transcript. IN THE HAMMOCK. Swaying, swinging. Swaying, swinging. Cols the hammock in the shade; Dreumlng, singing. Dreaming, singing, In It lies a little maid. All the leaves, with Joy astir, Wave und Dicker over her; t'nderneuth, the clovers licet Nod and nod, and kiss her feet. Swaying, swinging. Swaying, swinging. Some one culls the little maid; . 1 learning, singing, Dreaming, singing, O't r the happy fuee a shade. Sec! the leaves uhove bend low; Will shu hluy, or will she ko? Ah! the clovers lithe and tin t Are not swifter than her feci. Hwnylng, swinging. Hwuylng, swinging, Hack she comes, the little muldt Dreaming, singing, Dreaming, slutting. Tenderly the leaves give ahnde. And the clovers love her much. See them crowd and try to touch Hand or waist or hem of gown Aluld thut minds without u frown! Rwayl'ng, nwlnKlng, Swaying, swlnInK, Itock her gently, brccses soft! Dreumlng, sliiKlng, Dreaming, tinging, Hustle lightly, leaves aloft! Clover bloom:', that love tutrmuch, I'niy stand back nnd do not touch. For an hour a love-watch keep; Little maid Is fast a.'ilrep! Annie Willis AlcCullough, In St. Nich olas. THE AMERICAN FLAG. How It Warn First ll:ilel on n Cap tured Sim n Uli l-'ortlllcuilou nt Dnlejulrl, Culm. Dr. Henry La Motte, formerly major and surgeon to the regiment, continues in the St. Nicholas his story of the rough riders und describes the first raising of the American flag above u cup tu red Spanish fort iliacat ion. At eight o'clock on the morning of June 2:.', 1S08, the I'nited States trans port Yucatan found herself lying off the little cove and village of Daiquiri, Cuba. She was loaded with two squad rons (eight troops) of the First United States volunteer cavalry, of which regi ment I was the surgeon; four compu- HOISTIN3 Oi" THE KLAO. nies of regular infantry; and baggage, rations and nuimutiitioii for these troops. We were all eagerly watching the ac tions of half a doen men-of-war tliat. scattered along ti few hundred yards from shore, were pounding away with rapid-lire guns at every object on the beach that might be suspected of har boring a soldier of Spain. Two hours of this work satisfied the naval otlicers that no very obstinate op position would be made to the laiuTiug of the. troops, und then we begun to disembark. Cols. Wood nnd Roosevelt anil I were, through the help of the commanding ollicer of the Vixen, allowed to land before our turn. Perhaps not more than a thousand men had then landed. (Jen. Wheeler was already on shore, and to Col, Wood lie, at once assigned u camp-ground, which our colonels proceeded to moke ready. r f x When ) first suy him, (ien. Wheeler was lamenting thaljJu fur, no Ameri can flag hud been brought ashore. Now, I had noticed that among the various articles carried by the orderly 1 rum peter who hud landed in the bout with me was the silk flag of our Arizona Miiudroii. It had been presented by the Indies of Phoenix, Ariz., was u beautiful piece of silk, and very gayly decorated with ribbons. Heing in u long canvas cover with soni" tent equipage, its character hud not been discovered. I reported to the general that I was sure one of our, flags had come ashore, and offered to send it to him. He said he merely w Ixhccl to plant it in a conspicuous place, us a matter of sentiment, nnd to cheer up the men who hud not yet been able to leave the ships. llavng no real duties nt'this time, I volunteered to take this flag and plant it upon the blockhouse, or fortin, ns it is culled by the Spaniards, which crowns the steep hill to the eastward, overlooking the little town. The gen eral accepted my offer, nnd after having found the flag and told the orderly trumpeter to carry it, I started up the steep side of the hill. V, . An infantry sergeant named Wright, seeing us start into the bushes alone, offered to go along nn guard. Wright carried his rifle, and Piatt (the orderly trumpeter) and I relieved eneli other carrying the flag, which, with its pole and trimmings, was quite hcary. It took about half an hour to climb the hill. All the way up we encountered pieces of shells, traces of the navy's work of the morning, and in two case entire shells, both lying neur the trail, which ran zigzag up the bill. At the top we found the well-made wooden blockhouse in the center of a quad rangle made by stone breastworks. Preparations bad been begun to lay out rather extensive defensive works here; but the Spaniards had evidently abandoned their project with great suddenness, for tools of all descriptions were scattered ubout. Little pegs with tape stretched between them, pieces of paper with rough drawings, pencils. drinking cups, cans and tin plates showed thut something had caused these workmen to quit very soon after breakfast; and the nice little round holes in the sides of the fortin sug gested the reason. There was u huge flagstaff at one corner of the quadrangle, und I at once thought of hoisting our flag on that; but there were no hnlyurds rove to hoist the Hag by, though there wus plenty of line lying about. As neither Piatt nor right coula climb, I took off my shoes und gaiters, and swarmed up the pole, carrying the line with me. (Jreut was my disap pointment, on getting near the top, to see that there wus no block or pulley through which I could reeve the line. A Spanish Hag had been flown, but it had been nailed to the poleand they hud left it flying night nnd day-until it whipped to pieces. ' As I started down the pole, Piatt un wound the flag, and, standing up on one corner of the breastworks, wuvetl it violently in the air. Its nppeu ranee was the signal for n great demonstra tion on the part of the fleet. Nearly esery ship blew her whistle, and the cheers of the. men were heard even' above this vast tooting. Ordering Plutt who had stolen my thunder by first showing the flag to come help me, by mentis of u pole placed against the building I now climbed up to the roof of the fortin. I'lalt, from the inside, with a crow bar broke n hole through the very npex of the roof, and Sergt. Wright passing me the ensign, I hoisted the United States Hag over the first Spanish forti fication we had captured. CHILD'S PLAYHOUSE. It Is Unlit In Sections anit Can HO I'ut l In Hnllrely WllVeren Wars. There Is really no reason nowudays why children should not have play houses of their own, for portable struc tures for lawn und garden use aro manufactured. I One house of this sort Is six feet four Inches wide, nine feet six inches long and eight feet nine inches tall from the floor to the point of the gable. This house has one door and one window. The window is divided vertically in the middle, the two halves opening buck on hinges at the side edges. The door has a glazed sash in its upper part, and it lias also a lock and key. These houses ure built in sections, nnd they Can be put iqi in different ways; thnt is, they can be set up with the door in the front and the window in one end of the house, or they can be set up with both the door nnd the win dow in front; the sections are inter changeable. There is provided for use with the house n veranda roof, which is un ile in sections of the same width as the sec lions of the house itself, so that these eraiuia sections can bo put up to gether, making a continuous vcrandii along one side of the house, or they can be put ii one over a door und one over a w iiulovv. There ure mode also, for use with these playhouses if desired, outside 4f-A V A' ' AN IDRAK PLAYHOUSE. blinds nnd screens for doors and win dows. The gable ends of this house, under the roof, are shingled; the side walls are of matched pine, as Is ulsothe floor, which is made in two sections. This house can be put up and taken down In n few minutes. AH sorts of furniture In suitable imnll sizes cun be bought for the fur lilshing of these house, including chairs and tables and settees and vari ous other articles in wood and In wlck- erwork, handsome little desks, and everything needed for parlor or library or dining-room, nnd there can be bought for kitchen and other uses the most complete outfits, including stoves of the most modern description nnd equipped with every sort of cookinjr utensil, nnd there can be had also little washing machines and Ironing boards. and so on. The playhouse, In fact, whether It be of one room or, more, can be furnished as completely 'as a house of ordinary size. Cincinnati Commercial Tribune. The Tides of Sonthainnton ..- Southampton, England, has the most unique and unnatural feature of any seaport In the world that Is, the ex traordinary phenomenon of" double tides; In other words, It has four tides s day. To this valuable possession snd the admirably sheltered harbor it en tirely owes Its position. J. P. Bryant, the Itardwell (Ky.) mil lionaire, owns the largest strawberry patch In the world. It covers 1,700 acres and has made his fortune.