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THE WOMAN OF FASHION. (Copyright) How early Fashion declared herself this season. Here it is only a week after the horse show, and everybody knows what the winter styles are likely to be. The event which is supposed to usher in the season’s styles was behindhand for some reason this year, for somehow there were no surprises in the way of custum ing to be found at it. We were all pre pared for Puquin skirts and jet bodices and velvet sleeves and pearl trimmings and real laces. We knew just how they would be disposed in the costume, just where the fur band ought to go, just how the puffs should droop, and the exact cut of the revere. So no one enjoyed the great show quite so much as usual. Truth to tell, all this magnificence is telling upon us. We have reached the limit of admiration; and epithets and exclama tions grow so wearisome. It is tiresome to be in a constantly ecstatic state over the beauty of a gown or a bonnet. Even the shop windows are overdoing their dis plays. It is a constant panarama of magnificence, so constant that one is sa tiated with it all, and becomes indifferent to all ot it. How far off is the reaction? When will the reign of simplicity be ushered In? No wonder lovely woman heaves a great sigh of relief when she comes In from a busy, social afternoon, slips off that heavy, jetted satin gown, and takes out the simplest and loosest of wrappers. How she revels In that light, warm elder down or cashmere or flannel—whatever it may be. For just a few minutes she lies still in the great chair, with every nerve relaxed and eyes closed. Then comes the hateful task of another elabor ate toilette. Thank heaven! some of us have more time or wrappers and home gowns than that. It is the gown that a woman loves before everything else. When she gets into it she is no longer the “ad vanced” woman, with “rights,” but only an unobtrusive, attractive female, rest ing In her pretty sitting room, with those graceful folds lying all about her, and with a Calm and sweet content in her face, when ybu see her thus, you wish there were no such things as platforms and clubs, where grave matters rewarding wonfan’s welfare require discussion. You would like her to stay right there and comfort you with her brightness and sim ple talk. You like her in & simple wrapper, but find her even more attractive in a pretty tea gown. The creator of the tea gown was surely inspired. We may touch it with fashion, we may add ex travagant trimmings, it may savor of one’s individuality, or it may be quite plain. If you have a pet fancy in the way of drapes or lace arrangements, you may bring IL out in your tea gown. Nothing is freer from the decrees of fashion, although still conforming to them in a vague, general way. For the modest gown crepe and crepon are still the materials—crepe, in both cotton and wool, crepe, tn soft, silky folds, and very gauzy; so thin, Indeed, that it is generally lined with silk of a corresponding or brightly contrasting shade. Perhaps the very prettiest of crepe gowns that has been worn so far this season is of a delicate gray tint, lifted throughout with bright cerise sRk. If you were bold enough to peep beneath the gown, you would see that the ce rise was finished with a deep plaited flouncing, that made the gray stand out. The foot of the gray was trimmed with two rows of eerise velvet ribbon, set between double ruches of the crepe. The waist trimming is most charming. A square yoke back and front, is made of alternate gray and cerise stripes, joined by delicate open-work embroidery. At the back the yoke is outlined by a flounce of cream lace, the net of which Is caught up into festooned heading; the lace comes over the shoulders, down the sides a little way, and then crosses the cor selet in quaint fashion, falling below the waist line, over each hip, in a long, slen der point. Just at the belt is a velvet chou, each side. The lower bodice Is gathered to the yoke, and caught in at the belt with a lovely twisted scarf of the crepe, falling in ends to the feet, finished with choux. The sleeves are big of course, of the striped gray and cerise. The collar is a crush of the bright velvet and the whole thing is as bright and graceful and delicate as one could ask. Another of these light creations is in even thinner cream crepe, touched with pink and blue lines at wide Intervals, and with a half-inch stripe of the blue, once in awhile. The rib of the crepe is very large. This Is lined with thin white silk. It is made simply, with the back laid in folds that point in at the belt, and with the point outlined by a ruffle of flne lace, and finished at the belt by short, crush loops of blue ribbon. The lace is brought up over the shoulders, and down the front each side of a loose surplice effect. The surplice is made of three flne ruffles of the crepe, that are doubled so that the blue stripe fobms an edging for each. There, too, blue ribbon is tied, and falls in streamers to the feet. A pink cashmere can be made at home, so easy is it, and yet it is very effect ive. Thia one has a Watteau, a modest one, and a round collar in the back of the pink. Its edge is laid with narrow, flat guipure, In a pretty edge, and just in side, separated only by a band of black moire ribbon, lies Insertion to correspond. Both lace and insertion lie partly over the black, bringing out the design more clearly. The stock collar of black velvet has its base covered with the edging. In front. In place of the deep collar, lie two long Vandykes of the cashmere, each formed of two points—a short one Inside the long one that reaches to the waist. Each of the four points is trimmed with the Insertion and edge, with the black moire laid between. Broad moire ribbon, starting beneath the Watteau, ties in front In a long bow. After the delicate gown comes the mag nificent one. which my lady dons for an elaborate tea. One of these, a debutante tea, takes place next Wednesday. The matron who introduces her only daughter, la still young, and wears a gown of del icate mauve brocade, which falls in rich folds straight from the neck and spreads into a train at the back. It is surmounted by a collar of pervenche—the new pur ple-velvet covered with rare lace, a small, round yoke of the same lies just below. Out of the yoke drop pendants of the lace, being over the brocade. A full mauve sleeve is caught up in queer puf fings, is finished by a velvet cuff, lace trimmed. and topped by a velvet epau lette, overlaid with the lace pendants. At thia tea the fair debutante will have no less than fifteen young maidens to as sist her receive, all of whom will be clad iu simple silk and crepe gowns, trimmed with lace. All of the fashionables are making more and more of the afternoon tea, partic ularly because the dinner hour has been set so late. Those families that cling to the notion of home life, endeavor, at this time, to have all of the members of the family together. Mrs. William K. Vanderbilt takes an opportunity at this hour of chatting with all her near rela tives. who know that they will never be disappointed if they run in upon her at tea time. Ot course, the hostess makes the tea herself. Nothing else is hospitable or correct; nor can she ever appear to bet ter advantage than when filling the deli cate cups—simple English fashion. After simplicity and magnificence comes the picturesque afternoon gown that is worn at the literary tea, the afternoon readings, and all those unique affairs given by the women who aspire to origi nality. One of the most striking of these Is a redingote, made of gorgeous rose and green damask, and edged with silver fox. It opens down the front to show the gathers of rose silk that fall from neck to foot, girdled by green velvet. A yoke effect Is given by three bands of the fox whlch cross the silk. The redingote has a great Valoi’s collar, and long Japanese sleeves, falling over the plain one of rose silk. Sleeves and collar have the fox edging. The 'pattern which is offered this week Is that a very dainty and original tea gown. It will be seen from the illustra tion that the folds are caught up into a drapery at the bust headed with loops of the same; and that the edge has a grace ful pointed ribbon effect, each point fin ished with a chou. The watteau effect of the back is similarly headed, and the el bow puffs and neck have a pointed lace trimming. TALES OF THE TURF. An Old Virginian’s Recollections of Bygone Racing Days. Page McCarty in the Philadelqhla Times. The American race horse is of the best blood of England, beginning with Diomed, the first winner of the Derby, who was imported to America, and through his illustrious son, Sir Archie, out of import ed Catlanira, the progenitor of the mag nificent family of “four mile nags” that made the Metairie course of New Orleans, the Washington course of Charleston. Broad Rock and Fairfield of Richmond, and the Long Island course so famous by their achievements. Priam, also a win ner of the Derby, was another of the im ported horses, and Glencoe, equally noted, while Leamington was inferior to either of the others. Through Timolian, Boston and Lexington we come down to the period just before the civil war, when Virginia and South Carolina boasted three horses that were unmatched and peerless on the American turf. Planet, Fanny Wash ington and Albine, the last being the South Carolinian. In olden times no horse was anything who could not run four-mile heats with a chance of having three to run before he could win, and around all the racing of that day, patronized and fostered by the jolly and genial planter gentry of the south Caere is an interest which needs nothing of ideal tradition to Impart charm and ro mance. The Metairie and ty ashington courses were especially noted for the bril liancy of the meetings and the array of beauty that crowded the grand stand; while in Virginia, Fairfield and Broad Rock courses were scarcely less famous, and with the advantage of being the cen ter of that region of Virginia and North Carolina between the Roanoke and Rap pahannock rivers, which all old racers un hesitatingly pronounce the greatest race horse country in the world. The cock fighting gentry of the olden time may have been questioned on their boast of an cestry, but no one can deny them the glory of the “four milers.” At Broad Rock the planters often bet farms and negroes, and the excitement was so great that preachers sometimes caught the mania, and a most pious bish op was highly extolled for letting off a young divine who had been caught on the quarter stretch. One of the famous races of the olden time was a sweepstakes for the carriage of Lafayette at Tree Hill, the Richmond course, which antedated the other two. Jack Randolph, Nat Macon, Gen. Jackson, Henry Clay, and every other distinguished gentleman sport of the time was there, and the carriage was won by Capt. Belcher, riding his own horse, whose name the. writer cannot just now recall. The greatest race in America, as old turfmen view it, was the match between Red Eye and Nina, half brother and sis ter, both sired by Boston. Red Eye had about a one-hundredth part of Potomac, blood in him, but even these few drops of the famous scrub racer’s blood gave the noble steed a welter-weight to carry that handicapped him in the prejudices of the \ iiginians in spite of his great achieve ments. He was a very devil for temper and showed it in an eye like He won the first heat, and his owner told the boy, a little pet negro named Ander son, to hold him back and let the mare win the second, so as to make Red Eye’s bottom tel), but the horse’s look was per fectly diabolical, and he reared and charged as if he would whip the entire crowd, and the people ran from his very look, while the little boys got off the fences and climbed the trees to get out of his way. The boy managed to keep the re serve power in him four times around, and he was taken off looking mad and fresh enough for another heat right then. The next heat he won easily, making the great est achievement then or since known on the turf, taking time and distance into consideration. If the district of country from Richmond to Raleigh was peculiar in the quality of its horses, it was not less noted for a set of men gallant, amiable and generous in the extreme; and the chief, by common acclaim, was Col. William R. Johnson, a handsome man of low stature, but whose massive head and full, lustrious eyes in dicated the unmistakable genius that gave him the surname of the “Napoleon of the Turf.” He knew the points of a horse instinctively, and the fact that he was born in North Carolina and raised in Virginia contributed to heighten nature’s rich bounty of shrewdness and wit. His boyhood gave promise of great things, for before he wm twelve years old he played cards with his school teacher and won the note for 1100 which his father had paid that good and careful perceptor for teaching the young idea how to shoot and tell the truth. He had already traded the pony he rode to school about ten times, and when in his thirteenth year he left schobl because there was no teach er smart enough to teach him anything, his father was naturally irritated at such youthful impudence. This caused the in cipient Napoleon to try his hand at mer cantile life, in the capacity of clerk in a country store, and such was his success I that he effected a romantic reconciliation with his father in the following year un der these Interesting circumstances: Some how or other the old man had gotten into pecuniary distress, and what with that [ and the alarm of finding himself the fa ther of such a smart boy, he went to a I banker to borrow some money, which, if tradition may be trusted any better than debtors, must have been a popular con solation in those days. “Pshaw,” says the banker, “there ain’t nobody can lend you $5,000 these times, unless it is little Billy Johnson.” "Psahw. yourself,” says the old man Johnson; “you don’t mean my little Billy*’” “Don’t I?” says the banker; “you just I try, will you?” He did. He went to his prototype prodi gal and says he in a forgiving tone. ‘Billy, you are rather a good boy. I forgive you everything. Lend me $5,000?” “Five thousand?” said Billy. “Why, pa. I’ll lend you ten.” and did, but at what rate of filial interest is not recorded. One of CoL Johnson's achievements on THE WEEKLY NEWS (TWO-TIMES-A-WEEK): THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 29. 1894. the turf w r as at Camden, N. J., after his horse Blue Dick had been beaten three times by Fashion. He was bantered to enter the horse once more, and, having repeatedly* declined, was told at last by some one something to the effect that Fashion could, of course, beat the horse, but that to make the race and in the in terest of the turf he should consent to run him again. “The mare can certainly beat the horse,” said the colonel, “and I have done enough to enter him three times, but if you insist on a race I will bet $lO,- 000 that the mare cannot beat him by ten feet.” This was such a close calculation on a beatqn horse that it did not take five min utes to raise the SIO,OOO. The mare won the first heat by six feet and the second by seven and a quarter, and this was justly considered a piece of racing work wherein perfect knowledge of horseflesh and subtle calculation of circumstances and respective powers of the two animals overcame chances and made the bet cer tain. FROM “A GREEN CARNATION.” The New York Herald says that it is an nounced that the author of “A Green Car nation,” which, when published in London a few weeks ago, created such a flutter, is Mr. R. S. Hitchens, a writer practically unknown to this country and but little known in his own. The authorship of the book was variously attributed to Oscar Wilde, to Oscar Wilde’s sister, to E. F. Benson, the author of Dodo, and to J. Mc- Neil Whistler. Much of its vogue is due to its pungent witticisms on various well known authors and public folk of the Eng lish metropolis. These are some of the epigrams and caustic drives which have set all London smiling: “I think you are wronging good women, Lord Reggie,” said Lady Locke, rather gravely. “It is almost impossible to wrong a wo man nowadays,” he answered pensively. “Women are so busy in wronging men.” “Lady Jeune,” said Amarinth, “makes one great mistake. She judges of society by her own parties, and looks at life through the spectacles of a divorce court judge. No wonder she is the bull terrier of modern London life.” “In conversation one has to choose be tween being dangerous and being dull. Society loves to feel itself upon the edge of a precipice. To be harmless is the most deadly enemy to social salvation. Strict respectability would even handicap a rich Americans nowadays, and rich Americans are terribly respectable by nature. That is why they are always so anxious to get into the Prince of Wales’ set.” “No, the words are not mine,” said Reg gie; "they are really taken from the ’Song of Solomon.’ I had no idea that4he Bible was so intensely artistic. There are pas sages in the book of Job that I should not be ashamed to have written.” “ ‘The Second Mrs. Tanqueray' has made suicide quite the rage. A number of most respectable ladies, without the ves tige of a past among them, have put an end to themselves lately, I am told. To die naturally has become quite unfash ionable.” “I think he means well,” said Mrs. Wind sor. “I am afraid so,” Amarinth answered. "People who mean well always do badly.” " ‘My dear lady, if you read Mr. Jerome K. Jerome you will find that he is the reverse of Beerbohm Tree as Hamlet, Tree’s Hamlet is funny, without being vulgar. Jerome’s writings are vulgar, without being funny.” “Look, Emily, there goes George Mere dith into the postofflee. Mr. Amarinth says he is going to get out a new edition of Mr. Meredith’s works, ‘Done Into Eng lish” by himself. It is such a good idea, but It would be very difficult to do, I suppose. However, Mr. Amarinth is so clever that he might manage it.” “Charity,” he observed, “usually begins abroad.” “You are very amusing,” she said bluntly. "I wonder if you have a philoso phy of life?” “I have,” he said—“a beautiful one.” “What is it?” “Take everything and nothing seriously. And in your career of deception always, if possible, include yourself among those whom you deceive.” “The art of life is the art of defiance. To defy—that is what we ought to live for, instead of living as we do, to acqui esce.” “There Is nothing in the world worth having, except youth—youth, with its per fect sins, sins with the dew upon them like red roses—youth, with its purple pas sions and its wild and wonderful tears. Ah, my dear friend, let us sin while we may. for the time will come when we shall be able to sin no more.” “A nineteenth century cynic minus vit riol would be like a goose minus sage and onions. I prefer to be a goose with these alleviations of the goose nature.” “I shall go and lie down and read Os car Wilde’s decay of lying. That always sends me to sleep. It s like himself all artfulness and no art.” “Esme is the bravest man I know,” said Reggie, taking some marmalade. “I thing sometimes that he sins even more perfectly than I do. “He is so varied.” “Intelligence is the demon of our age. mine bores me horribly. I am alweys i trying to find a remedy for it. I have ex : perimen ted with absinthe. I have read the collected works of Walter Besant. | They are said to sap the mental powers. : They do not sap mine. What am I to I do? I so long for the lethargy, the sweet I peace of stupidity. If only I were Lewis I Morris'.” “One must perpetually doubt to be s faithful. Perplexity and mistrust fan af fection into passion, and so bring about those beautiful tragedies that alone make life worth living.” “You have a beautiful soul,” said he, i softly, “and I have a beautiful sou), too. Why should there not be syinpathy be tween us? Lady Locke, I am the victim ; of depression. I am suffering from the malady of life.” “When he could not be witty, he often told the naked truth, and truth without any clothes on frequently passes for epi gram. It is daring, and s 6 it seems ! clever.” I “He knew he was great, and he said ' so often in society. And society smiled and murmured that it was a pose. Ev erything is a pose nowadays, especially l genius.” “He believed that art showed the way to nature, and worshiped the abnormal with all the passion of his impure and i subtle youth.” “There is nothing so absolutely pathetic I as a really fine paradox. Everything that i is true is inappropriate.” “Our artists, as they call themselves, are like Mr. Grant Allen—they say that all their failures are ‘pot-boilers.’ They i love that word. It covers so many sins of commission. They set down their in competence as an assumption which makes it almost graceful and stick up the struggle for life as a Moloch requiring the sacrifice of genius. Mr. Grant Allen > could have been Darwin, no doubt, but Darwin could never have been Mr. Grant s Allen.” ! “Maturity is one long career of sayiijg ■ what one ought not to say. That is the i art of conversation. Artless impropriety is quite played out. Yvette Guilbert gave t it its deathblow.” i “ ‘I always know when Mr. Henry James i has thought of a clever thing at a party." i “ ‘How?’ “ 'By his leaving it immediately and in i total silence. He rushes home to write i his thought down. His memory is treach i erous.’ “ ‘And does he often have to leave a party?’ ” ‘Pretty often. About once a year, I believe.’ ” “If George Moore could only learn the subtle art of indecency he might be toler able. As it is, he is, like Miss Yonge, merely tedious and domesticated.” “ ’Oh, Esme, when you are drunk I could listen to you forever. Go on—go on.’ “ ‘Remember my epigrams, then, dear boy, and repeat them to me to-morrow. I am dining out with Oscar Wilde, and that is only to be done with prayer and fasting.’ ” “ ‘Reggie, give me a gold-tipped cig arette and I will be brilliant. I will be brilliant for you alone, remembering my Whistler as commonplace people remem ber their obligations, or, as Mme. Val tesi remembers to forget her birthday.’ ’’ TELEPATHY IN INSECTS. Some Remarkable Instances of Highly Developed Senses. From the Washington Star. Can it be that bugs are endowed with a wonderful sixth sense? Prof. C. V. Riley thinks he has discovered satisfactory evi dence of telepathy among Insects—that is to say, a sixth sense, by which they are are able to communicate ideas from one to another at great distances. The power, as illustrated in the case about to be men tioned, evidently depends not upon sight or smell or hearing. The fact that man is able to transmit sound by telegraph almost instantaneously around the globe may suggest something of this subtle power, even though it furnishes no ex planation thereof. Once upon a time Prof. Riley had two ailanthus trees in his front yard. They suggested to him the idea of obtaining from Japan some eggs of the ailanthus silkworm. He got a few and hatched them, rearing the larvae and watching anxiously for the appearance of the first moths from the cocoons. He put one of the moths in a little wicker cage and hung it up out of doors on one "of the ailanthns trees. This was a female moth. On the same evening he took a male moth to a cemetery a mile and a half away and let him loose, having previously tied a silk thread around the base of his abdomen to secure subsequent identification. Prof. Riley’s purpose in this perform ance Was to find out if the young male and the female moth would come together for the purpose of mating, they being in all probability the only insects of their species within a distance of hundreds of miles, excepting only the others pos seijsedJay Prof. Riley himself. This power of locating each other had previously been remarked ‘in these insects. In this case sure enough the male was found with the captive female the next morning. The latter had been able to attract the former from a distance of a mile and a half. Concerning the ordinary senses of in sects comparatively little is known. Most of them ordinarily see well, the eyes of many species being far more elaborate than those of human belngs.The eyes of common house flies and dragon flies are believed to be better fitted than the human eye for observing objects in motion, though those creatures are short-sighted. It may be reasonably be supposed that in sects possess taste, judging from the dis crimination which they exercise in the choice of their food. That they have smell is a matter of common observation, and has been experimentally proved by Sir John Lubeck and others. Mbst insects seem to be deaf to the sounds which are heard by human be ings. At the same time there is no ques tion that they produce sounds and hear sounds that are entirely beyond our qwn range of auditory preception. Sir John Lubeck has said that we can no more form an idea of these sounds than we should have been able to conceive a notion of red or green if the human race had been blind. The air is doubtless often vocal with the sounds made by insects of so high a pitch as to be entirely out of range of man’s power to hear. Certain senses in insects appear to be beyond comprehension. The neuters among the ants known as "termites” are blind, and can have no sense of light in their burrowings; yet they will reduce a beam of wood or an elaborate piece of fur niture to a mere shell without once gnaw ing through to the surface. An analogy is found among mammals, a bat in a lighted room, though blinded as to sight will fly in all directions with great swift ness. and with infallible certainty of avoiding concussion or contact with any object. It seems to be able to feel at a dis tance. PUT TRUST IN HER DREAM. On the Strength of It She Claims a Sharo of a Large Estate. From the Baltimore American. Claimants for portions of the estate of the late William Sinclair, who died intes tate at his home, near Cantonsville, re cently, leaving nearly 12,000,000, have been pressing thick and fast upon Messrs. Bai ton & Wilmer, attorneys, who have charge of the estate, but the most remarkable of them all, as Is Mrs. Alice Mariner of Carls- I tadt, N. J. That lady writes to the law j yers that she believes she is the daughter [ of Mr. Sinclair by his first wife, a Miss Shaw of Great George’s street, Liverpool, England, who died there before Mr. Sin clair left to come to America, over forty years ago. Mrs. Mariner says that her maiden name was Alice Sinclair, and that ■ she was told in a dream that she was the heir to Mr. William Sinclair. . Mr. Sinclair was twice married, but had ' no children by either marriage. As far I as his attorneys know, he was never in : England, even to visit there. He was di | vorced from his first wife more than fif teen years ago, and that lady lived in ’he J south until the time of her death, which ! took place in Georgia about three years ■ ago. Some time after his divorce Mr. Sin | clair married again. Mrs. Phoebe Sinclair, ; who now resides at Cantonsville, survives i him. As he left no will, his estate will i be divided as follows: One-third to his I ■ widow, Mrs. Phoebe Sinclair, and the re- ■ ! maining two-thirds among his heirs at law. The interest of Mrs. Sinclair, the widow, is not at all affected by the rival claimants for the remainder of the es tate. "Scribbler’s wife has become insane ” i “By Jove, I’m not surprised.'” “Why not’” “The last time I saw him he was writ- i ing the libretto of a comic opera. I’ll bet ' he has been reading it to her.”—New I I York Press. A LESSON IN CHINESE. A Vade Mecum to Elucidate Eastern. War Dispatches. From the Burlington Hawkeye. Newspaper readers who attentively fol low the course of events in Eastern Asia are doubtless oftentimes puzzled over the queer names of Chinese and Korean towns and cities, and wonder over their mean ing. Although not in complete mastery of the language of the Celestials, we are able, to give the patrons of “The Hawk eye” the meaning of some of the sounds, and syllables which occur most frequently in Chinese names. Thus hei means black; hia, the lower; huang, yellow; nan, south ern; pai, white; pel, northern; po, white; shang, the upper; si, western; siad, small; ta, large, great; tung, eastern. The end ings have a qualifying meaning, and here is a list of them: Alin means mountain; chof, city; ehen, city; chuang, village;, goi, stream; hada, mountain; hai, lake; ho, river; hoto, city; hotum, city; hu, lake; khi, stream; khinno, bridge; khon, mouth of a river; giang, river; kon, stream; kuenn, fort or camp; ling, pass, men, gate; muren, river; nor, lake or swamp; omo, lake; po, lake or swamp; phu, village; sha, sandbank; shan, is land or mountain; shut, stream; so, fort or camp; sfu, village; tas, island; tschang, village; tschen, city; tchu, river; tchuan, river; than, rapids; thun, village; tien, lake or swamp; tien, village; tse, lake in swamp; tsi, village; ulua, river; ussu, stream; wei, fort or camp; ying, fort or camp. This small list, which contains no less than eleven different words all meaning stream or river, gives an idea of the wealth of words of the Chinese language. The difficulties of learning the language of these Orientals for foreigners are enor mous, and it is as equally difficult to learn to write as to speak it. The Chinese use about 60,000 different signs or charac ters in their writing and often a combina tion of thirty or forty of these is neces sary to express the meaning of a single idea. The Japanese, however, progres sive in everything, are on the way to emancipating themselves • rom the bane of such a language; they are making ef forts to introduce the Latin characters in general use, substituting them for the 60,- 000 characters which they have taken from the Chinese and kept in use with slight alterations. The Romanic charac ters are taught in the better schools and already one or more newspapers in the Japanese language appear, printed in La tin letters. A peculiar squabble about words has arisen from China’s declaration of war against Japan, dated Aug. 1. In it the Japanese are termed as "Wo” or “Wa,” which means “servants” or “vassals.” The word had been used for long centuries as the name of the Japanese, but latterly it has received a| contemptuous meaning, and as the Japanese have for quite a while past claimed the name of “Ji-Kwo” or “Ji-pen,” the people of the “Land of the Rising Sun,” they looked upon the ap pellation given them by the Chinese as an Intentional and deadly insult. Japan is not the only country, however, which complains about Chinese want of cour tesy. Other foreign persons have had reason to protest against the habit of the Chinese government to insert, in the con fident belief, that the foreigners would not comprehend the meaning, terms in the treaties made with them which were any thing but flatterijp*. Foreign ambassa dors, therefore, became more careful and employed experienced Interpreters to care fully search all documents composed in the Chinese language for any opprobrious terms. When the cunning Chinese noticed this, they hastened to reconciliate the for eigners, by applying to them in their docu ments the most flattering terms of en dearment. And hence England is to-day by the Chinese called “Ying-Two,” the i flourishing; France, “Fa-Two,” the land where laws live; Italy, “T-Two,” the land of justice; Germany “Te-Two,” the one rich in virtues, and the United States, j “Mei Kwo,” the beautiful. ' '"T - THE MIKADO WAS SLY. By a Ruse He Stole a March on China and Thereby Hangs a Tale. From the Pittsburg Dispatch, New York, Nov. 9.—A startling story concerning Li Hung Chang’s fall from j imperial grace is recounted in a private I letter from China. It appears that the in quiry instituted by the emperor and still in progress relative to the manner in which the war has been conducted and as to how it came to pass that the Japa nese were ever permitted to gain a foot ing in Korea has brought to light the following facts: The Marquis Li, eldest son of the vice roy, when minister plenipotentiary to the court of Japan a few years ago, lent the mikado, with whom he was on very intimate terms $250,000. The loan was not to bear interest and no date was fixed for its reimbursement When mar quis Li realized that hostilities between the two countris were inevitable he went to Tokio and asked his friend, the mikado, to return the money before the declara tion of war, and the mikado promised that it would shortly be forthcoming. Fearful of losing his money, however, by reason of a custom that has prevailed from time immemorial among the na tions of the extreme east wherby all debts are cancelled by war, the marquis wrote to his father at Tien Tsin, begging him not to make a military demonstration by forwarding troops in number to Korea until the $250,000 had been received. The Japanese government was informed of the request made to Li Hung Chang by his son, and took advantage of the former’s dilatoriness to promptly pour an army into the hermit kingdom and other wise circumvent their enemies. Marquis Li discovered the mikado’s perfidy too late. The great Li family did their utmost to keep the emperor and government from getting wind of the af fair, and the viceroy tried to retrieve his son’s losses at the expense of the national defenses. Had the Chinese been victorious in Korea nothing would have been known about the matter. 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