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LADIES’ COLUMN. Street Toilet of a Japantit rtaiden. The toilet of a Japanese damsel is a matter of no light consideration, and to be in good time for the fair she must be up and dressing long before sunrise. Her long, coarse tresses of raven black hai r must be washed, combed and greased till the head shines like a knob of polished black marble; her cheeks must be rouged to the proper tint; the throat and neck powdered, carefully leaving, however, on the nape of the neck three lines of the original brown skin of the owner, in ac cordance with the rules of Japanese cos metic art; the eyebrows must be care fully rounded nnd touched with black; the lips reddened with cherry paste, with a patch of gilding in the center. IVher. all this has been done, and the layers of clothes properly adjusted, the “obi,’’ or huge sash of many colors, tied in the knot of the prevailing fashion, the clean est of white socks and the newest of blacK lacquered clogs put oh the feet, the belle is ready, and with the proper allowance of pocket handkerchief paper, her tobacco pouch, pipe and fan. she sails forth, turning her toes well in, and playing in well affected demureness with her fan. Her mother is likewise painted, combed and adorned, but not a vestige of eyebrow graces her forehead, and her teeth are as black as jet, accord ing to the rules of married women. Her father is clean shaved, his “queue,’' or topknot, smoothly pasted on his head, and his raiment, new, stiff and shining, with the family crest embroidered on back and sleeves. —London. Queen. til n Woman** l.yiiiiiasiiinr The first thing that impresses one on entering the women’s gymnasium is their air of cheerfulness. Evidently it is a re gion where no one breaks records, and whose, occupants disport themselves with a mind and body equally nt ease. The effect of the gymnastic suits is rather nondescript, and the spectator is at first constantly startled by boyish figures in blouse waists and Turkish trousers, sur mounted by feminine hairdressing; and to an observer of the costuming of the. Harvard gymnasium, whose only orna mentation consists of a pair of eye-glasses, the incongruity is heightened by an active gymnast with lace rutiles in her sleeves and bangles on her well-developed wrists. The feminine taste for adornment is not to be overcome even by athletics, and more, than one pair of Indian clubs are jauntily tied with ribbon. They are swung in the regulation manner, how ever, and the girls pull chest-weights and swing on the flying rings with ns much skill and less solemnity than their bro,hers. They are a pretty sight, with free, easy movements and their fresh color heightening with exercise, nnd are especially agreeable to the eye because of their infinite improvement upon the school girl of a decade ago. There still exists schools, such as one we knew, where, at fortnightly intervals, the pupils tied their sunbonnets on se curely, and, under the care of several teachers, walked down to the entrance gate, walked back to the gardens, in and out several times through the prim box bordered paths, and then walked into the house again. At the eml of the year they were bleached like so many stalk s of celery. It is the good work of the gymnasiums to make such institutions anachronisms. Motion Transcript. FmMoii Votes. Ilibbons tn gold ami silver brocade and jardiniere design*, arc very popular. The newest stud buttons are made of Imitation old Greek coins in gold or in silver. Gilt, lend color and jet l eads are in troduced in wide bands of serrated edges. Some exquisite black grenadines are beaded with jet woven in, in moyenage designs. Soft ottoman silks, gros grain, trico tine and the faille Francaise are the fa vorite grades of black silk. Jet medallions, in close rows, form the collars of elegant mops, trimmed w ith jet fringe and passementerie. A very practical novelty is the new velvet ribbon bow attached to a clasp pin. These l ows come in all the popu lar shades, and are extremely serviceable as a garniture. A lady has only to pin and unpin them to apply them to any toilet that may please her fancy. The pretty checked and striped silks make very cool and stylish suits for sum mer. There are very pretty chine silks that are adapted to the same purpose. China silks come in white and all deli cate tin s, both plain and embroidered and make most lovely dresses. Em broidered pongees have the patterns done in red, blue or brown on the natural color. A Great Painter’s Methods. De Neuviile, the French painter of military scenes,recently deceased,carried his love of the realistic so far as to smash the windows of his studio, tear the doors off and riddle the walls with bullets. His models, most of them soldiers who had made the campaign, were often nearly suffocated by being piled upon one another : the horses that came to him from the knacker’s yard still alive were shot in the workshop itself, so that they might fall naturally. All this was to the great dismay of his neighbors, who, in the beginning, not knowing what to make of all this noise, frequently ran to the police. The guardians of the law in their turn invaded the premises in order to prevent what they imagined to be wholesale slaughter. They only found De Neuviile with disheveled locks, pis tol in hand, arranging his scene, and re tired with a handsome pourboire to wash down the smoke of the gunpowder, with which they were almost choked. — Neu York Tribune. Summerville (!?njette. VOL. XII. THE TRUMPET BLOWS. The brown clods quicken into creeping green, The hushed air whispers low, !>aro boughs burst out in tender, misty sheen, violets blow; The orchards blossom sudden like a bride, And far hills melt in haze, While golden willows stand on either side Along the brook's glad ways. Glancing with quiv’ring wings from bough to bough The bluebird finds his mate; A trill—a dash of piercing melody— Nry, coy one, why so late/ In every little wood a bliss to ring— The trembling, fluttering birds; With rapture satisfied the copses ring, A joy beyond all words. To the light kisses of the odorous air My pulses rise and fall. Enchanted by that timid touch, awa Os one who stirs in all. I, too, am borne by influences deep; I tremble, like the rose. Love hath awakened all the world from sleep— For me the trumpet blows! —D. H. R. Ooodale, in Harper. ALMOST A TRAGEDY, It might be truly said that a band of music welcomed them upon their arrival, for as the hotel coach drove up to the door, Mr, and Mrs. Winsum, the sole occupants, stepped out to the tune of “See the Conquering Hero Comes," one of the various melodies with which the numerous guests of the Mountain house were entertained on pleasant afternoons. Dark hair and eves, •well-cut features, broad shoulders, five feet ten. such wa® Mr. Frank Winsum, who sprang firs from the clumsy vehicle and assisted a little lady with golden hair, violet eyes, perfect complexion, retrousse nose Mrs- Frank Winsum. The bridal couple, for such they proved to be, were received with undisguised satisfaction. We were getting tired of the despotic I control exercised by Mrs. Vandeville, a I tall, dignified woman, exceedingly slender, with a Homan nose, piercing black eyes, and an imperious manner, which overawed most of us. more particu larly her husband, a meek little man, w ho was a terror in his office and a slave at home. She had directed the social element of Mountain house for a month past, and so completely subjugated its inmates that I fancy we hardly ventured to take a drive before consulting her as to the ! best road. The new people were on their honey moon trip, and an event of so novel and I romantic a nature claimed immediate in terest. Mrs. Vandeville, who was the mater nal parent of two auburn haired daugh ters, eyed the fascinating bride with cold suspicion. “Who are these persons?’’ she sard in a severe tone, looking round her small I circle of adherents. “We ennnot be too carefid. We are wives" -this with a scathing look at her timid spouse— ■‘and mothers.” casting a sentimental glance nt. her fair progeny, who imme diately began to whimper; “and it is due to our families that we should find out exactly who these Winsums are be | fore allowing ourselves to become inti mate with them.” Although fully agreeing with their leader that evening, the next day an in troduction to the enemy completely routed their prejudices, and one and all shamelessly went over to the other side without instituting a single inquiry as to their antecedents, or, in fact, asking anything about them. Mrs. Vandeville accepted the situation but it was evident she did not intend to relinquish the field without a struggle. She had chosen the picturesque spots for picnics, superintended the ice cream parties, occupied the post of honor in all the rides, led the songs in a high soprano key during our moonlight , sails: therefore it is hardly to be won dered at that she failed to yield grace fully to the younger and prettier woman, 1 but on the contrary cherished a feeling of bitterness, and determined to be avenged upon her lovely rival. We were located aka sort of farm house hotel almost on the top of the Murdock mountain in Sullivan county. There were not more than forty boarders i —just enough to make a pleasant party. Before the advent of the Winsums it was divided, each clique endeavoring to supersede the other: jealous, and in many ways quarrelsome. But somehow this bright little couple soon changed all that. They were not well off, that was cer tain. and occupied the cheapest room in the house. The bride’s dresses, though fitting exquisitely, were made of the plainest materials, here and there trimmed with a bit of ribbon, which, together with her piquante beauty, made her en tirely charming. Th., were both brim ming over with talent. Frank possessed an inexhaustible fund of clever songs, and. with a good bari tone voice and an excellent knowledge of music, accompanied biinself to every body’s satisfaction. As for little Mrs. Frank, she was really wonderful. She invented de lightful games for the children, taught the girls the newest and most intricate stitches in crochet, drew exquisite sketches of the prettiest views about the . vicinity, and, in fact, proved positively I invaluable. SUMMERVILLE, GEORGIA. WEDNESDAY EVENING, AUGUST 5,1885. Mrs. Vandeville became sullen with .disappointment, and finally declined to oin us in any of our innocent amuse . ruanian Summer waned, as the poets say, and we were beginning to meet at breakfast time with questioning looks and “What shall we do next?” written upon every face. No one had anything new to pro pose, and our social circle seemed at a standstill. During the week Mrs. Vandeville maintained a mysterious silence that | aroused suspicion, and presently vague ' whispers were circulated to the effect that the facinating Winsums were not j what they appeared to be; that their as- ■ ection in public was a delusion. This dreadful rumor demanded instant | investigation. As a matter of course, the ladies ques- j tioned Mrs. Vandeville, while the gentle- , men interrogated Mr. Vandeville, who j nervously admitted that he and his wife, i hearing strange sounds issue from the ’ AV insums’room, which adjoined theirs, considered it a duty to society to listen, ; and in consequence thereof had heard j the most dreadful things, adding under his breath, “It makes my blood run cold to think of it, and you must excuse me, for I will say no more.” This was enough. Several guests who still remained loyal to the Vandeville colors congregated in that lady’s room at a late hour the same night, not only to verify Mr. Vaudeville's statement, but also to satisfy their own curiosity. The door of a large closet which sepa rated the two rooms was purposely left open, and ordinary conversation could be easily heard. Mrs. Vandeville looked virtuous and important; her husband disgusted and abashed. A tiny clock on the mantel chimed eleven. A slight rustling could be distinguished, and the listeners be came interested. i Suddenly a low voice broke the op pi essive stillness; but the confused jum ; hie of undertones was too indistinct, and | disappointment was plainly visible on ; every countenance. After a few moments of inaudible con versation, the voices grew louder and still louder, until, the occupants of Mrs. Vaudeville's room, in their excite ment, exhibited signs of immediate be i traval. That lady made an imperious ges ture, and the eavesdroppers listened breathlessly to the following dialogue: “I will hear no more, I tell you. What have Ito live for? I placed my honor in your hands, nnd how have you ; repaid me?" “Indeed, Harold, I have always loved you, always been faithful to you!” “Harold! "echoed Mrs. Courtenay, the Vaudevilles’ dearest friend. “Then his ; name isn’t Frank, after all!” “Hush!” The stern voice continued: “Oh, Marion!” “Marion!” ejaculated Mrs. Courtenay in horror; “why, she said her name was Eleanor," “Hush!” murmured the assembled party again. “Oh, Marion, you dare assert your in nocence, knowing that I hold the actual proof of your guilt here in my hand? What is this letter, but an avowal of love for the man whom I have taken by the hand and called friend, and who de ceives me beneath the very roof we both , call home?” “Gracious me!” whispered Miss Mer ton, a gentle spinster of forty. “He must mean brother Fred. You know how outrageously she flirted with him.” , “Silence!” said Mrs. Vandeville. “Harold, have mercy; do not shut me ' , out from your heart. See, upon my , knees I plead to you. In memory of the many happy hours we have been to , gether, listen to me, and jl can explain . all.” ■‘How dreadful!” gasped Miss Mer ton: “and they pretended to be a bridal couple.” - “Enough! not one word. To-night > you leave me forever.” 5 “Oh! this won't do at all,” cried Mr. Courtenay, who was usually an extreme ’ Iv quiet and punctilious man. Seme 1 thing must be done. The propriety of this establishment ought to be main s tained. A departure at such an hour would be ruinous.and create disagreeable - gossip. Mr. Vandeville,you must knock > at these people’s door and tell them all 1 is known, that no scene will be permit ted. To-morrow they will be more than * welcome to take their leave; but by al| means beg them to make no disturbance at midnight. We will follow and in- 1 dorse anything you may consider proper i to say.” . The party fell in line, and in another I moment were facing Mrs. Winsum’s door, r from whence a faint cry was at this in stant audible. Emboldened by this sound, Mr. Vaude ville rapped hastily, and a hearty “Come I in!” responded. Pushing her husband aside, anddraw- • ing Mr. Courtenay by the arm, Mrs. Van deville entered the room, followed closelv by the remainder of the party. , The picture that confronted them was . decidedly embarrassing. Frank Win- 1 sum, comfortably ensconced in a capa- > ciou- rocking chair, held his small wife upon his knee; her fair arm was about . his neck, her golden hair mingledwith - his chestnut curls as their two heads bent over a yellow covered book. “Oh, my!” said the little woman, springing up; “is this a surprise party? ’rank, dear, put on your coat,” and, with her face suffused with blushes, she rattled on: "You see, we came to our room early this evening, because we were getting up a little plan for something new; so we’ve concluded it would be a good idea to arrange a series of private theatricals; but, as you've caught us reading over a play book; you shall be taken into the secret at once; therefore,” —with a dramatic gesture—“enter all and choose your parts. ” “f think, my dear Mrs. Winsum, that we already have the characters best suited to us,” said Mr. Courtenay, who was honestly ashamed of his share in the conspiracy. “Why, I don’t understand you. What characters do you mean?” “Those of busybodies and fools;” and thereupon the whole story camo out. The next day tw-o trunks marked “Vandeville” were conveyed to the sta tion. Mr. and Mrs Winsum became I greater favorites than ever, and a roar ing farce was the only result of what had promised to become “Almost a Tragedy.” Scenes in Sonora. Around these oases, says a letter Sonora, Mexico, were scattered a fbw mud huts, often merely a roof of dry branches supported on crooked tree trunks. Sometimes an adobe house ; with heavy wooden trellis-work over the openings, a brick roof covered with a foot of clay, and the whole whitewashed represented the casa mayor of the ran cho. Within reach of the water wo i could see a few rosas and nulpas (corn patches tilled, the first with a species o hoe, the second with a Mexican plow but beyond this no sign of cultivation could be discovered. The yellow grass of the prairie seems, notwithstanding the apparent dryness, to be excellent fodder tor the cattle, which many were grazing near the railroad line, and ran away as we camo near. There is no murrain, no diseases of any kind to frighten the ranchero. Provided the rainy season has been a fair one, he knows that his herds are multiplying and arc in good condition. If there has been but a slight fall of rain he must simply drive his stock nearer to the next river. For himself and his household he has raised enough corn to : last until the next crop; he has as many chickens as ho will want, a few pigs, and now and then he kills a cow or an ox, which gives him meat enough for a month or so; and from the grease ho makes the dozen candles he requires (the fibre of the weasel makes a very good wick). His saddle is still in good order, ho has a carbine, an imitation Smith and Wes' j eon, a belt full of cartridges, anil a good mule. By selling a cow he can buy enough cotton to clothe his family and a l little coffee and panocha (brown sugar), which are his luxuries. Once a year ho can indulge in a new hat. Beyond the I above ho has nothing to wish for. Ho looks with astonishment at the passing train, and wonders at the stupidity of people who crowd the occupations of a week in one day. What is the use of going so fast? If you get through with so much to-day, what are you going to do to morrow? Following this line of philosophy, he prefers to ride along the road within forty yards of the rail track, and prefers supervising his pack train himself to taking a ticket, checking his luggage, and having nothing more to occupy his mind. After all he may b right. American Fables. A Fox made a call on a Peasatft and asked his Advice about Reforming from his Evil Ways, but in place of any Words the Peasant gave' Terrible Whack with a Long-Handled Shovel. “How can you Explain such Outrage ous Conduct?” demanded the Fox, as he limped out of reaching distance. “Experience has taught me,” replied the Peasant, “that Reformation is most always letting go of Poor Mutton in order to grab for Sirloin Steak. As a Reformed Fox you would let my Old Hens alone, but go for my Young i Geese.” Moral: The Fox was Working for both chicken and goose. Tire cooper’s complaint. A certain Cooper who made many Barrels went before a Judge and desired to Lodge a serious complaint against the i Family living next door to his Shop. "The sound of their Mill grinding Coffee at noon gives me a Chill,” he complained, “and I ask for an Injunc tion to Suppress the Noise. They have no Right to Disturb my Peace.” “But you maintain a continuous Pounding from 7 in the morning to 6 at night,” protested the Judge. •‘True, your Honor, but mine is a case , of Necessity, while they can drink cold I Water in place of Coffee.” “And by the same line of Reasoning we can put our Flour in Sacks instead of Barrels. Your Injunction will not Lie—costs, 111.50.” Moral: Our Hens never Annoy the Neighbors, but how awfully the Neigh bor’s Dog does Rack our Nerves Free Press. Fellows who paint the town red over night are liable to feel blue in the police j court in the morning.— Siftmge. LIFE IN AFRICA. <neer Incident* ot Travel Among I Wild Tribe*. When an African chief travels he takes the whole or a part of his house- i hold with him. The simple aborigines, therefore, are apt to look upon the soli- • t«ry white traveler who wanders through | their country without a single wife in j his train as a suspicious character. They are quite sure he needs close watching to prevent his running off with some of the females of the tribe. Dr. Barth, the ex plorer, said, after living five years in Africa, that it would be better for a trav eler in those regions to take his wife with him, if possible. He said the na tives would respect him more, and he would get along better. “They had nothing to object to me,"he wrote, “ex cept my being a bachelor. ” If the traveler has no wife the native chiefs, as a rule, are not backward about offering to supply the deficiency. Nearly all the explorers have had some annoy ing experiences with kings who were anxious to have them settle down, marry into the royal family, and grow up with the country. Some travelers have felt compelled to leave very abruptly in order to escape the attentions of women who were determined to detain them as their husbands. Dr. Buchner, the German traveler,who lived for six months at the capital of the Manta Yanvo about five years ago, was in»ch distressed by the deep inter est with which ho had unwittingly in spired the sister of that Central African potentate. He describes her as a mid dle-aged and remarkably unprepossess ing person of great avoirdupois. She j insisted that Buchner take her for his wife and settle down comfortably as the joint proprietor of her extensive herds I and fields. She importuned him so fre quently that he was glad to escape her nt last by quitting the country. One of the daughters of the king of the Ainbuellas, near the Zambesi river, fell desperately in love with Serpa Pin to, the Portuguese explorer, who re turned to Africa a few months ago. Her elder sister, who ably abetted her matri- ' monial designs,was very indignant when ’ Pinto refused to marry the young girl. She wanted to know in the shrillest of tones, if there were any prettier women in the country he came from, and what sort of a man he was anyway. The sharp-witted wife of one of Pinto’s por ters heard the row and entered the hut. Assuming an air of great indignation, she told their royal highnesses that Pinto was her husband, and they had better let him alone. She bundled them out of the hut, and Pinto and his party left curly next morning to avoid any further complications. In the picture Pinto’s book contains of the infatuated young woman she appears to be quite a fine specimen of an African beauty. Explorers have learned by experience that it is best to permit their porters to take their women along with them, even if their journey is to be thousands of miles in length. When a carrier has his wife with him he is not likely to run away. Beside the women carry bur dens nearly as heavy as those of the men. They wash and cook better than the men, endure fatigue better, carry their burdens more cheerfully, and work for less pay. African women have proved valuable adjuncts of nearly every expedi tion that has penetrated the continent in the past ten years. Mr. llore, a missionary on the great Lake Tanganyika, found near the southern coast three years ago a flourishing tribe, whose ruler was a woman. She was a good-looking negress, nearly forty years old, and she was attended everywhere j she went by a train of fifty ladies in waiting. Mr. Hore was the first white man Queen Mwema had seen, and stie thought she would like to have the pale faced stranger permanently near her res idence. She begged him to live in her town, and when he insisted that he could not, she did not let him go until he had promised to send some of his breth ren to reside in her district. The queen I said she would give them houses and . plenty of land. At last accounts a mis -1 sion station was about to be established in Queen Mwena’s town. The late King Mtesa, whose subjects inhabit the beautiful shores of Lake Vic toria Nyanza, made a unique response when a missionary applied to him for i food supplies two or three years ago. j He listened in silence to the good man’s petition, and then sent an attendant out into the streets of Rubaga with instruc tions that the missionary did not hear. Presently the attendant returned with a dozen damsels of Uganda in his wake. Then his majesty informed the poor mis sionary that he was tired of supplying \ him with food. He had concluded to j present him with these women as his | wives. They would plant his garden, ; prepare his dinner, and support him very handsomely, and he musn’tcome bother l ng around the place any more. Mtesa was very angry when the missionary dc ; dined to accept this w holesale matrimo nial offer, lie told him to shift for him ; self, and the poor fel.ow and his com i rades would doubtless have had to flee from the country if Mtesa’s envoys to England hadn t opportunely returned with such wonderful stories of what they bad seen that the politic despot thought I it best to keep on good terms with the NO. 29. whites, He restored the missionaries to favor. Last year all his daughters were I permitted to receive religious instruction, ' and one of them, who was converted, now occupies as king’s sister, a position of large importance and influence among the Waganda. On the great interior plateaus of Afri- J ca, whose inhabitants are generally much superior in mental and moral develop ment to the coast negroes, the men ex hibit a good deal of affection for their women. Livingstone, who usually speaks of African women as ‘ ‘ladies, ’’makes many allusions to this fact, and so doSchwein furth, Burton, and other explorers. The red-skinned Nyam Nyams are as noted as the Zulus for their intelligence and bravery, but if any of their women are captured by an enemy they will make any sacrifice and incur any disgrace to get them back again. The coast negro, however, appears to know neither love nor jealousy. Mr. J. Menteiro, who has lived for many years on the west coast, says that he never saw a negro there manifest the least tenderness toward a negress, or give or receive any caress that would indicate the slightest loving regard on either side. It is to the credit of the natives that the white women who have entered the depths of Africa with their missionary husbands have almost invariably received kind treatment. If they could endure the climate they had nothing to fear from the aborigines. Mme. Tinne is perhaps the only white female traveler in Africa who has been killed. She wan dered in safety among the blacks of the upper Nile, but fell a victim at last to Mohammedan fanaticism. Travelers i say they would often be unable to make any progress whatever ; among the most savage tribes if they were not able to convince the natives that they possessed super natural powers. A few conjurers’ tricks will often open the way among savages, who would fight the explorer if they did not think he could bewitch them all. Young Thompson, who recently came back from the Masai country, traveled far on his reputation as a man who could j take his teeth out of his mouth and put them back again, lie had two false teeth on a plate. When argument and en treaty availed nothing, he had only to do the teeth act to get about everything ho wanted. A chief south of Lake Nyassa, i who had never seen glass, became the warm friend of a missionary whose watch he was examining. He could see the hands right before him, but he couldn’t put his fingers on them, and he thought the. white man by some occult power kept him from touching them. Some petty chiefs have been in the habit of appearing before explorers and personating their sovereign the Big King for the purpose of getting a handsome ' present. The explorers have found a ' means of exposing these frauds. As a I rule, none but great chiefs are allowed to possess gaudy or Dt/ghly-colored cloths. If such goods are offered to a sub-chief who pretends to be the king he refuses to receive them, and stands ; revealed as a fraud. Consul Elton car ried a quantity of red velvet with him in I his travels through East Africa. He says he reserved the velvet for great chiefs or impostors, and that in both cases it answered admirably.— New York Sun. ■ Guns That Burst Easily. Tn bravado a young man placed the muzzle of his fowling piece under the I water and fired the charge. The result was the bursting of the barrel near the I breech, and the mutilation of his hand. Another placed and held the muzzle of his gun square against a piece of plate window glass and fired the charge— powder and bullet. The glass was shat tered, so was the gun barrel. Another instance was that of an experimenter who had heard that a candle could be fired from the barrel of a gun through an inch board. He drove a candle into the muzzle of the gun. fired, and the ex- I plosion split the barrel almost its entire length,and did not even drive the candie from the muzzle. Still another burst of a gun-barrel was caused by the use of wet grass as a wad, well rammed down ' over a charge of shot But perhaps one of the most singular exhibitions in this line was a Colt’s navy revolver, which some years ago was sent to the factory lin Hartford, Conn. This was before the adaption of these pistols to the metallic cartridges, and it is probable that in loading with open powder and ball only a small amount of powder got into the , chambers, and the bullet was not pro 1 polled with sufficient force to drive it from the muzzle; at least the bullet did not go out, but lodged. As the shooter i did not know whether the bullet es caped or not, he kept on firing until the ( barrel burst or bulged, and when it was sawed in two longitudinally there were found fourteen bullets wedged one into the other, and so much “upset” by the hammering of the successive explosions or the powder charges that some of them were not less than one inch in diameter, flattened dies instead of conical bullets. —Manufacturer and builder. The territorial government of Dakota j has offered $5,000 for ihe discovery and development of a mine of anthracite coal in that territory, and prospectors are i busy. Ono Day. Ono day—some day—l know that wo sbsd meet, Ah, well T know: That day, loit love, wilt thou seem just an sweet? Nay, nay, not so. Yet let us meet. That day I shall not tear To hear thy tone— To take the oft-kibSed hand, once found so dear, Within mine own. I shall not tear to look into those eyes Where Love’s light glowd, A signal star new risen in the skies To jx)ir»t my road. ' Then let us quickly meet—l have no fear— Os that old bliss— Meet as friends meet. Yet, oh, come not too near— Let us not kiss. I do not fear thy eyes, thy grace, thy tone; But woo is me, TLy tender lips might make mo all thine own Who now um free. —Philip Bourke Marston. HUMOROUS. Be content with your lot, especially if it’s a lot of money. “We meet to part no more,” said the bald-headed man to his hair brush Women are not inventive as a rule They have no eagerness for new wrinkles. Mrs. Partington said that a gentle man laughed so heartily that she feared he would have burst his jocular vein. The base-ball umpire now prepares Himself against disaster, And lays in quarts of arnica And yards of sticking plaster. An Austrian naturalist has discov ered the nervous system of sponges. It lies in the vicinity of the pocket book. They say that canvas-back ducks fly at the rate of two miles a minute, but this probably means after they get into a restaurant. “Why conies not my lover to me?’ wails a poetess in a Chicago paper. Ten to one he’s at the skating rink With another girl. There won’t be any white elephanr in the circuses this year. The price of whitewash has advanced until the business won’t pay. A book agent went into a barber shop and asked the proprietor if he could sell him an encyclopedia. “ What is it like ? ” asked the barber. “It is a book that contains exhaustive in formation upon every subject in the world.” “ No,” said the barber with an injured air, “ I don’t need it.” The Evolution of the Horse. I remember having seen somewhere a picture of Adam in the garden of Eden riding a barebacked mustang, a lion gamboling by his side. But in holy writ the horse appears in only one aspect—-as the war horse. “He saith among the trumpets, ha! ha! and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thun der of the captains and the shouting.” In Genesis the name does not occur at all. Nor, as a matter of fact, could it do so, seeing that the first “horse (the first that science knows of) was a little, five-toed, sharp-nosed creature, much too small for a man of even our degenerate stature to ride upon, and otherwise also unsuitable for a steed, and it is, therefore, very probable that “the first man” never was on horse back. Yet the use of the animal dates back to a prodigious antiquity. The Assyrian sculptures show us high-bred and carefully caparisoned chargers 3,000 years and more ago. Nor is it at all likely that they were the first to train them, for the horse is a native of central Asia, and the early Aryan is hardly likely to have wasted such a useful beast. At any rate, that per fection to which the extremely ancient Assyrian monuments show us that the breeding had attained some eighteen hundred years before Christ must cer tainly have taken a long time in de velopment. — Gentleman’s Magazine. Ivy on the Walls of Houses. Land and Water has done a use ful service in pointing out the fallacy of the widespread belief that ivy train ed against the walls of a dwelling house is productive of damp walls and general unhealthiness. The very oppo site of this is really the case. If any one will carefully examine an ivy-clad wall after a shower of rain, he will notice that while the overlapping leaves have conducted the water from point to point until it has reached the ground, the wall beneath is perfectly dry and dusty. More than this, the thirsty shoots which force their way into every crevice of the structure which will afford a firm hold, act like suckers, in drawing out any particles of moisture for their own nourishment. The ivy, in fact, acts like a greatcoat, keeping the houses from wet, and warm into the bargain. One more vir tue it has, in giving to the ugliest structure an evergreen beauty.— New York Evening Post. A Cautious Man. He was a mathematical chap, and always engaged in making intricate calculations on paper. The marriage was to take place on Friday, but he suggested to his prospective mother in-law that it had better take place c» Thursday. “Why do you wish it changed?” she asked suspiciously. “Well,” said he, “I have been mak ing a calculation, and I find that my silver wedding will come on Saturday evening, and that would never do, as that is the evening I have to go to the lodge.”- Siftings.