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i" BEGINNING AGAIN. When somtimes our feet grow weary On the rugged hills of life, The path scotching long and dreary, With trial aad labor rite, Vie pause on the upward journey, Glancing backward o'er valley and glen, And sigh with an Infinite longing To return and “begin again;” For behind is the dow of the morning, \ |Witli all its freshnoss and light, And before us are doubts and shadows And the chill and gloom of the night; And wo think of the sunny placos Wo passed so carelessly then. And we sigh, “oFather, permit us To return and ‘begin again.’ ” We think of the many dear ones Whose lives touched ours at times, Whose loving thoughts and ploasant smiles Float back like vesper chimes; And wc sadly remomber burdens We might have lightened then— Ah, gladly would we ease them, Could wo “begin again.” And yet, how vain the asking! Life’s duties press all of us on, And who would shrink from the burden, Or sigh for the sunshine that's gone? And it may be not far on before us Wait places fairer than then; Our paths may yet lead by still waters. Though we may not “begin again.” Tos, upward and onward forever Be our paths on the hills of life, But ere long a radiant dawning Will glorify trial and strife. And our Father’s hand will lead us Tenderly upward then; In the joy and peace of the better world He’ll let us “begifT'again.” SAVED BY IIIS WIFE. fHE profession more life than to make money tie comedies It -was while I was “loafing” that I saw a strange drama in real life, which I should certainly have missed had I not been conscientiously idle. One afternoon I fell into conversa tion with a little man who was like wise busy in the almost forgotten art of doing nothing. He was a neat little man; his mus tache w T as neatly trimmed, his figure was neat and compact, his clothes were neat. We were watching a girl fall off her bicycle. There were several people looking on, and we all enjoyed it very much. Th# girl kept falling, but whether she did it for our amusement or because she couldn’t help it I don't know. We discussed the “new woman,” and I was glad to find he didn’t ap prove of her, because I do, and it gave me a chance of airing my views. And so a kind of intimacy sprangjip between ns. We met nearly every jlay, and bit by bit he told’me his lit tle storw _ik.fi and Hjs ffftme was Smollett, and he lived in a flat near the park with his wife and child. Ht told me in confidence that his wife was the best little woman in the world, and hinted that his child was within a trifle of being the best little man. Mr. Smollett had been' a clerk in a stockbroker’s office. But the stock broker had taken a wrong view of the South African question, and, after be ing hammered, had gone through the Bankruptcy Court and retired into the country to live in contentment on his wife’s settlement. Mr. Smollett was in search of a fresh appointment. “You know,” he said one day, “I’m not a greedy man. I don’t look for a large salary. Three or four pounds a week would satisfy me very well for the present. You see, my wife is such a splendid manager.” I believe he spent his mornings in the delightful occupation of answering advertisements and hunting up friends likely to be of service. In the after noon he lounged in Battersea Park. But the weeks slipped away; and spring was converted into summer. Mr. Smollett still made his appear ance in the park, near the boathouse, with unfailing regularity. He had not found employment. “It strikes me,” he said with a kind of airy philosophy, “that I shall have to look out for something at about two pounds a week. A small loaf is better than no bread, isn’t it?” “Quite so,” I assented, “and so is a biscuit.” “And do you know,” he ran on. “we are getting quite hard up. We are indeed.” He said this with an air of surprise, as if I could scarcely be expected to be lieve it. But as I had suffered from the complaint for many years, I found no difficulty in grasping the situation. As the autumn approached he began ro look gloomily anxious. The scraps of commonplacephilosophy with which he flavored his conversation became more cynical and less humorous. “Aren’t you going to smoke?” I asked one day, noticing the prim little cigarette was not forthcoming. “No,” he said, doubtfully. “I don’t think so. I’m afraid I shall have to give it up; it doesn’t alto gether agree with me. ” He tapped himself on the chest as he spoke, to signify, I suppose, that it affected his throat. But I had my doubts, and persuaded him to try my tobacco. The little man began to be a trifle less spruce in his appearance. He had managed to get wet through two or three times; at one time he had an umbrella—l don’t know what became of it; and his clothes seemed to shrink, and make him look pinched and thin. By the time the autumn had set in, and the number of cyclists was dimin ishing, I verily believe he was short of food. At any rate, he seemed to be very glad to join me in a few sand wiches at a small public house I had discovered in Yauxhall, where the sandwiches were fairly good and only a penny each. He told me, in strict confidence, that ho would jump at a guinea a week, “just to keep the pot boiling, you know,” he added, with a cautious wink. One day we were sitting in the Park watching n six-foot policeman manage a mob of three very small boys, who wanted to climb the railings and de stroy some flowers, when a man looked bard at Smollett, and then spoke to him. I strolled away. He was a well-dressed man of about twenty-eight or thirty, with the ap pearance of one who is prosperous, and treats himself well. It struck me at once that ho was the kind of a person who has a proper regard for his own interest, so that if he liad to choose between going to the wall him self and sending another man there, his choice would certainly fall on the other man. However, he seemed to treat Smol lett with some cordiality, and I could see from my friend’s manner that he was trying to converse with him, and at the same time was nervously anx ious to secure his help. At last the stranger went on, and Smollett returned to me. “That’s funny, isn’t it?” he began. “He’s an old school fellow of mine; I haven’t seen him for fifteen years. He’S doing well. I told him I was on the lookout for something, and he thinks he can give me work to do at home.” I congratulated him, but he ran on withoirt a pause. “His name’s Morehouse; he’s run ning a company or something, making no end of money. He’s got my ad dress.” “Did he give you his?” I asked. “Oh, no, it wasn’t necessary, you know.” That was just what I expected. Mr. Morehouse didn’t want a shabby friend calling on him in the city. “Won’t my little wife be glad!” he said, gleefully. “I think I shall go home at once and tell her. Good-by.” And he bustled away with his good news. I don’t think Smollett made very much money out of his friend’s work, but it served to meet some of his most pressing requirements, and gave him new hope. One afternoon he turned up in the Park looking pale and excited. I asked if there was anything the mat ter, but he was rather tacitujrn, and said vaguely that “things were look ing up a bit.” “Don’t you think a fellow’s quite entitled to do the very best he can for his wife and children, and all that sort of thing?” he asked, solemnly. “Of course he is. Who doubted it?” “No one,” he said eurtly, and went home, walking with rather a defiant air. I felt uncomfortable about him. There was something in liis manner which to me that he was going through a crisis'.' A day or two later he began to look thoroughly ill. To put it roundly, the man looked half starved and almost demented with worry. “I suppose you haven’t heard of anything?” “No,” he said. “I’m sick and tired of trying. I haven’t even enough money to pay for postage stamps. My hoots*are in holes. I can’t walk into the city. My wife is nearly broken clown, and the child is. ill. I wish I couldn’t swim!” “Why?” “f j drown myself. Can’t afford a revolver, you know. ” He said this with a bitter laugh, but he didn’t mean it. The little man had no more idea of committing suicide than I had. “Does Morehouse still send you some work?" “No,” he said, quietly. “I shan’t get any more work from Morehouse.” “Oh!” How he got through the next fort night I scarcely knew. He seemed to have no friends. The weather was getting colder, and he lacked an over coat—l believe that everything which could be spared had been disposed of to buy food. I could do very little to help him, being in my chronic condition of low water. At last he appeared one afternoon in a state of triumph. He had found a situation—only two pounds a week— but he was as pleased as if it had been the directorship of a bank. “I will start to work to-morrow,”he said cheerfully, “so I’m afraid we won’t have any more afternoon talks. They’ve done me good.” “Did I ever tell you what More house wanted me to do?” he said, jerkily. I knew what was coming—a con fession. “Perhaps you had better keep it tc yourself.” *&“No, I w'ant to tell you. I think you are the sort of a fellow who would un derstand. ” “I happen to be a very good writer. I can copy anybody’s handwriting. It’s a sort of gift. Sometimes at schoo! I used to do other fellow’s exercises for them, and no one could tell the dif ference. Morehouse knew this, and he wanted me to put somebody else’s name to a bill.” He stopped and swallowed some thing nervously. 4,“He offered me fifty pounds—and I wanted the money very badly.” “You didn’t do it?” I asked. “Yes, I did,” he said simply. “There was hardly any risk,” he said shakily. “Morehouse had ar ranged it very cleverly and before the bill would become due he was certain to refund the money all right, so it would never have been known.” “It would have been a crime,” he went on huskily, “but it didn’t come off.” “How was that?” “I wrote the name. It was perfect. It was all ready to go off stamped and addressed to Morehouse.” “How was it it didn’t go?” I asked. “My wife saw it lying on the table. She didn't know all about ft but I sup pose she guessed there was something wrong.” By this time he was fairly crying, but I tried not to see. “And she?” I asked. “She picked the wretched thing up and chucked it in the fire,” he said. Then he jumped up from his seat, and without another word walked away as fast as his little legs would carry him. I>eptli of Kay Penetration. The depth to which the sun’s rays penetrate water has been recently de termined by the aid of photography. It has been found 'at a depth of 553 feet the darkn’ess was, to all .intents and purposes, the same as that oh a clear but moonless night. Sensitive plates exposed at this depth for con siderable length of time gave no evi dence of light action. HOUSEHOLD MATTERS. How to Keep the Tablecloth. When the tablecloth is removed after a meal, it should not only be very carefully folded in the creases into which it was ironed, hut it should be laid away under some heavy weight. A small marble slab, if procurable, is excellently adapted for this purpose. If tlio well smoothed cloth is laid beneath it three times daily, it will keep its freshness remarkably and last much longer before need of change. A Point in Preserving Fruit. Avery good authority on fruit pre serving considers that the plan fol lowed by many housekeepers of using a small proportion of sugar and iu consequence boiling the preserve longer, is a fallacy, as the more sugar used the greater the bulk of preserve obtained, less being wasted in long boiling and evaporation, while the flavor of the fruit is more retained. A quick fire should be used, and of course the preserve continually stirred, the scum being taken off as it rises. To judge if the preserve has boiled long, enough, drop a little into a glass of cold water. If it does not spread or mix it is done enough. Or another way is to drop a little on a plate. If it does not run on the plate it is suf ficiently boiled and should at once be poured. The Passing of the Holster. If you have bedding to buy, pray re member, says the Philadelphia Ledger, two things as to shape and size. Your mattress is to be in two parts and your bolster is to be dispensed with alto gether as a bolster. Instead of the long, hai and roll—so difficult to put into its clean slip—use two pillows just the size and shape your bolster would make if it were cut through the mid- j die. When these two pillows are dressed and put on the bed, perfectly flat with the inner ends touching, no one would suspect the old-fashioned bolster to have disappeared, but you will know it to your delight whenever the bed is to be made or the pillow cases changed. This form of bolster is also more comfortable for the sleep ers in a double bed, and is almost a necessity in illness. Above the bolster thus arranged large, hard pillows should stand up right to give the desired look of “finish” to a well-made bed. These are not to be used at night and can be put into cases as rich as you desire, since they come off with the white spread aad are laid on a couch or ou \ closet shelf till morning. -i. ■ JSk,..-- Priestess of the Chafing Dish. It is one of the tenets of the priest j ess of the chafing disk that she shall have her materials measured and pre pared beforehand as much as possible. She likes, too, to be well provided with the tools of her trade, and thus equipped her ski!! will be at its best. The chafing-dish knife is a late addi tion to the list of needed implements, ■ supplementing the spoon, which has long been indispensable; the knife is long and thin, with a smooth, broad blade attached to a round ebony handle. It is most useful in turning an omelet, its flexible blade perform ing the service with great deftness. A suninier dainty oil the chaiing*dish menu is that of an orange omelet. Three oranges, six tablespoonfuls of sugar, two of butter, four eggs and a salt-spoonful of salt are required. Pare and slice two of -the oranges and sprinkle with three tablespoonfuls of the sugar; grate the rind of the other orange and squeeze out the juice; beat the yolks of the eggs thoroughly and stir into them the rest of the sugar, the orange rind and juice. Beat the whites of the eggs very stiff and fold lightly into the mixture. Have the butter very hot in the blazer and pour in the omelet, spreading in the sliced oranges after the omelet thickens. Fold over the omelet, cover the dish, and let the omelet set and brown over the hot-water pan.—New York Post. Xtecipes. Fried Oatmeal —Slice up cold, cooked oatmeal, then fry in a little hot lard, or dip in beaten eggs salted to taste, then in bread or cracker crumbs, and drop in hot lard like doughnuts. Fried Bread Crums—Lay two cups of finely grated crums and a half tea cupful of butter in a baking dish and set in oven; stir occasionally, and serve when the butter is absorbed, and the crumbs a golden brown. Lay in little mounds at intervals around the platter. Cherry Ice —Dissolve one pound of sugar in one pint of boiling water; then boil five minutes; remove the scum and strain. When cool add one pint of cherry juice, which has strained. Freeze without stirring much if liked mushy; if preferred hard stir constantly. Walnut Wafers —One-half pound of sugar, one-half pound of walnut meat, slightly broken, three tablespoonfuls of Hour and one-third teaspoon of salt and two eggs. Beat the eggs, add sugar, salt flour and lastly meats. Drop small spoonfuls on buttered pans and bake until brown. Kemove from pans as soon as baked. * Bread Sauce —Lay a small onion, stuck with a clove, in a half-pint of new milk;.bring to aboil; then throw in one ounce of butter and two ounces of fresh bread crums; boil for a quar ter of an hour; remove onion, add two tablespooni'uls of cream, saltspoonful of salt and half saltspoonful of white pepper; boil up again and serve. Blackberry Koly-Poly Rub two Kahlespoonfuls of butter iu one quart of flour, add one teaspoonful of salt, two teaspoonfuls of baking powder, sifted with the flour; mix with one and a half cups of milk; knead lightly and roll out in a thin sheet; sprinkle over thin layer of sugar; then cover thickly with blackberries and roll up; place in a greased baking pan and bake half an hour in a quick oven. Serve hot with cream or hard sauce. Green Peas—Put one pint of shelled peas in a saucepan; add two teaspoons of sugar and boiling water barely t< cover, one tablespoon of butter and one head of lettuce; boil fifteen min utes; then remove the lettuce and add one-hall teaspoon of salt and cook un til nearly dry. Mix the yolk of one egg with one-half gill of rich milk; add it to the peas with one saltspoon of white pepper; let it remain for a few minutes over the fire without boiling; then serve. THE STATE OF FRANKLIN. ONCE FORMED AN IMPORTANT PART OF THE UNION. Romance of a Commonwealth Which for n Time Occupied a Portion of Tennessee* and Then Disappeared From the “Sis terhood of States”—lts Chief Money* The State of Franklin once formed, in area if not in population, an impor tant part of the Union, says a writer in the Chicago Post. It had its execu tive, legislative and judicial depart ments; exercised governmental func tions, maintained a respectable militia, flourished apace, anil then, after a varied experience, completely disap peared from the “Sisterhoodof States.” From historians the State of Franklin has received scant attention, and to the majority of the present generation its identity with the State of Tennes see seeing almost as mythical as that of Plato’s Atlantis with the American continent. One desirous of dwelling on the ro mance of facts may find much to at tract in this obscure chapter of our Na tional history. A few thousand moun-. taineers, in a remote wilderness, in fused with the principles which in spired the Devolution, had banded to gether and formed a State government of their own. With John Sevier, an ideal frontiersman, as the hero, with local self-government as the animating motive, with a variety of plots and counter plots to lend picturesqueness of incident, with phases of comedy, in terspersed now and then with episodes truly tragic, the drama was acted out amid the soenery furnished by the mountain regions of Tennessee. ■When the American Revolution broke out, what is now the State of Tennessee was an unorganized; sparsely settled territory. In 1776 its inhabi tants, under the leadership of Captain Sevier, petitioned the North Carolina Legislature to be annexed to that State in order to contribute their share toward National independence. As the expenses of the war bore heavily on “the old North State,” her Legisla ture was only too glad to divide the burden. The petition was granted, and what is now Tennessee formed part of North Carolina until the close of the Revolution. As it had now be come a source of expense rather than help, the iCorth Carolina Legislature, iu June, 1784, without consulting those most affected, ceded to the Federal Government the whole annexed terri tory under the name of the District of Washington provided the Government should, within two years, signify itp assent. The settlers, naturally objecting to such a wholesale disposition of them selves, rose up in wrath. The manner and conditions of the cession were re pugnant and the people felt that they had not only been trifled with, but subjected to two years of anarchy and disorder. Calling a convention in August, 178-1, they formed the State of Franklin. The North Carolina Legislature, realizing its error, hastened to undo its mistake and re annexed the “Washington district.” The inhabitants of Franklin rejected offers for reconciliation, and Captain Sevier, though at first inclined to ad vise a return of SUegiance to North Carolina, yielded to an overwhelming public sentiment and accepted the Governorship of the new State. He was inaugurated at Watauga, March 1, 1785. Some sort of order was now established, at least for a time. A court was created, the militia thorough ly reorganized and peace effected with Indians who had been carrying on a destructive warfare for a quarter of a century. But peace did not long prevail. Complications arose which kept the young State of Franklin in a constant turmoil. Congress still asserted jurisdiction. A reaction, stimulated by disappointed office-seekers, ensued among those who had been most clamorous for the new State. Jealousy of Sevier’s success animated his rivals, who henceforth sought to make his ljfe a burden. The population was divided into the Franklin and the North Carolina factions. Elections were held and appointments made un der the laws of both States. Two sets of officers claimed authority, each nullifying the acts of the other. One faction would steal the public records from the other, only to be treated in like manner in turn. The courts were in a chaotic condition. W T ills could not be proved, titles perfected or justice administered. No taxes were paid. Marriages performed by officials of one faction were not recognized by the other. Still the determined young State fought for its life. It exercised even Federal power and authorized the coin age of specie, though its chief medium of exchange continued to be the skins of wild animals. Finally emissaries were sent to the North Carolina Legis lature tomakfe overtures of peace. The address of Franklin’s representative was a model of eloquence, fervid with the rhetoric of the Revolutionary era. But it fell upon unheeding ears. No recognition would be made of the re bellious State, though North Carolina had once cut her off without her con sent. The last session of the Franklin Leg islature met in September, 1787. That there was then no intention of surren dering is evident from one of the acts of the Legislature, which has been pre served, and- which is interesting as an example of primitive financiering. The law is as follows: “Be it enacted by the General As sembly of the State of Franklin, and it is hereby enacted by the authority of the same: That from the Ist day of January, 1788, the salaries of the of ficers of this commonwealth be as fol lows, to-wit: “His excellency the Governor, per annum, 1000 deerskins. “His honor the Chief Justice, 500 deerskins. “The Secretary to his excellency the Governor, 500 raccoon skins. “The Treasurer of the State, 450 raccoon skins. “Each County Clerk, 300 beaver skins. “Clerk of the House of Commons, 200 raccoon skins. “Members of the Assembly, per diem, three raccoon skins. “Justice’s fee for signing a warrant, one muskrat skin. “To constable, for'serving a war rant, one mink skin. “Enacted into a law the 18tli day of October, 1787, under the great seal of the State.” Meantime Governor Caswell of North Carolina issued his proclamation declaring the government of Franklin illegal, stigmatizing its officers and ad herents as rebels, and demanding sur render and acknowledgment of the au thority of North Carolina. The Frank linites refused, and it was only when forced by a superior number of troops that they yielded. The State ended its short-lived career with a sort of judicial farce. Sevier, of course, was arrested and prosecuted. During the proceedings an ardent, Franklinite rushed into the presence of the Court and dramatically referred to the popu lar idol then on trial. In the uproar that followed Sevier walked out of the court-room and was not again molested. Years afterward he was elected first Governor of Tennessee. The State of Franklin was oblitera ted, its territory forming part of North Carolina once more until 1790, when, under the name of the District of Washington, it was ceded to the Fed eral Government. June 1, 1796, it was duly admitted to the Union. The Nashville Exposition is a fit expression of its achievements during the century that has intervened. The Origin of Medicines. The fact that certain herbs and plants produce certain effects upon the human system, and alleviate or cure certain ills, has been known from time immemorial. Perhaps the most ancient of medicines—properly au thenticated, that is—is hops, which was used in the dual capacity of an intoxicating beverage and as a medi cine in 2000 B. C. This is attested by pictures of the plant on Egyptian monuments of that date. Creosote was discovered iu 1830 by Reichen bach, who extracted it from the tar of wood. Potassium was discovered in 1807 by Sir Humphry Davy, but alcohol was first distinguished as an elementary substance by Albucasis in the twelfth century. Seheele discovered glycerine in 1789. Nux vomica, which is nearly as old, is the seed of a tree indigenous to India and Ceylon. Peppermint is native to Europe, and its use as a medicine dates back to the middle ages. Myrrh, which comes from Arabia and Persia, was used as medicine in the time of Solomon. Hemlock, the extract of which killed Socrates, is a native of Italy and Greece. lodine was dis covered in 1812 by Courtois, and was first employed in a hospital in London in 1825. Ipecac comes from South America, and its qualities are first mentic ned in 1648 by a Spanish writer, who refers to it as a Brazilian medi cine. Ergot is the product of the dis- eased seeds of common rye, and is one of Hahnemann’s discoveries. Aconite grows in Siberia and Central Asia, and was first used as medicine by Storck in 1762. Hasheesh, or Indian hemp, is a resinous substance produced from the tops of the plant in India. It has been used, as has opium, since Indian history began. Caffeine, the active principle of coffee, was found by Bunge in 1820. Arnica hails from Europe and Asia, but the medicine is made from artificial plants grown for that purpose in Germany and Erance. —Pall Mall Gazette. An Elephant Story* Once there was a man who soM produce to a traveling oircus. TUo circus stayed in town for a week, and as the proprietor could not pay for the produce, he gave a mortgage on the elephant. When he could not meet the bill the produce dealer fore closed on the elephant, and proceeded to lead him home by a rope, whereat the villagers gathered about, and asked him what he was going to do with the elephant, and where he was going to put him. He replied that he should put him in the chicken-coop and keep him. Now the chicken-coop was pretty big for a chicken-coop, and even compared favorably with the house and barn; but when the ele phant stood by its side its proportions assumed a changed aspect, and the elephant wouldn’t fit. The elephant strayed about in the yard and ate up produce and everything else for a week; and then the holder of the newly-acquired luxury sent word to the former owner, “Como and get your elephant at once. I have a fam ily to support.” It isn’t always such an easy matter to get rid of an elephant; and when you have accommodations for a chicken only, it isn’t wise to invite an elephant to dwell with you. And yet we all do this constantly. Demorest’s Maga zine. The Cat and the I-izartl. We have all heard of the odd power a lizard has of throwing off his tail when frightened or excited. We wit nessed a curous instanie of this when sitting at tea on the flowery terrace of one of S. Remo’s pretty villas. The cat of the house appeared, returning from a hunting excursion, with a still wriggling lizard hanging from her mouth, and the cat’s mistress at once made a humane effort to rescue it, with this success, that the lizard was next seen running away ta a neighboring tree, but without its tail. Then a queer scene occurred. The ownerless tail, still retaining its vital ity, spun round and round upon the flagged terrace, at intervals executing a nimble skip up into the air, while the cat, disappointed of her original prey, returned to play with it as she would have done with a mouse. She sat down to watch the pranks of the playful tail, occasionally giving it a gentle pat with her paw, or starting back as it made one of its,higher skips, as if half afraid of the uncanny power of the thing, which was now neither animal nor really alive. Finally, as the mechanical vitality died out grad ually, the cat swallowed the tail and returned to the tree to look for its owner, which, let us hope, she did find.—Loudon Spectator. The Plague in Foochow. The Shenpao states that the bubonic plague in Foochow this year is much worse than what was experienced iu that city last year, when between 20,- 000 and 30,000 persons died from it. The same paper concludes from the ac counts it has been receiving from time to time since last March that the vic tims of the plague in Foochow this year'will'not fall far short Qf 40,000. r JJhe natives of Foochow call the plague “the rat epidemic,” probably owing to these rodents being first-attacked by it. ALASKAN NATIVES. They Are Proud and Intelligent, In Spit, of Kaggcdncss and Squalor. John Muir, the California naturalist and discoverer of the greot Muir glacier, writes of “The Alaska Trip” in the Century. Of Fort Wrangel, Mr. Muir writes: On the arrival of the steamer most of the passengers make haste to go ashore to see the curious totem-poles in front of the massive timber houses of the Indians, and to buy curiosities, chiefly silver bracelets hammered from dollars and half-dollars and tastefully engraved by Indian workmen; blankets better than those of civilization, woven from the wool of wild goats and sheep; oarved spoons from the horns of these animals; Shaman rattles, miniature totem-poles, canoes, paddles, stone hatchets, pipes, baskets, etc. The traders in these curious wares aro mostly women and children, who gather on the front platforms of the half-dozen stores, sitting on their blankets, seem ingly careless whether they sell any thing or not, every other face black ened hideously, a naked circle about the eyes and on the tip of the nose, where the smut has been weathered off. The larger girls and the young women are brilliantly arrayed in rib bons and calico, and shine among the blackened and blanketed old crone3 like scarlet tanagers in a flock of black birds. Besides curiosities, most of them have berries to sell, red, yellow, and blue, fresh and dewy, and looking wondrous clean as compared with the people. These Indians are proud and intelligent, nevertheless, and maintain an air of self-respect which no amount of raggedness and squalor can wholly subdue. Many canoes may be seen along the shore, all fashioned alike, with long, beak-like sterns and prows, the largest carrying twenty or thirty persons. What the mustang is to the Mexican vaquero the eanoe is to the Indian of the Alaska coast, They skim over the glassy, sheltered waters far and near to fish and hunt and trade, or merely to visit their neighbors. Yonder goes a whole family, grandparents and all, the prow of their canoe blithely dec orated with handfuls of the purple epilobium. They are going to gather berries, as the baskets show, Nowhere else in my travels, north or south, have I seen so many berries. The woods and meadows and open spaces along the shores are full of them— huckleberries of many species, salmon berries, raspberries, blackberries, cur rants, and gooseberries, with fragrant strawberries and service-berries on the drier grounds, and cranberries in the bogs, sufficient for every worm, bird, and human being in the territory, and thousands of tons to spare. The In dians at certain seasons, roving in merry bands, gather large quantities, beat them into paste, and then press the paste into square cakes aud dry them for winter use, to be eaten as a kind of bread with their oily salmon, Berries alone, with the lavish bloom that belongs to them, are enough to show how fine and rich this Northern ] wilderness must be. r-Tvn-; The Queerest of All Models. La grippe, that Russian bugbear which has made things interesting for the doctors and uncomfortable for hu manity during the past three or four years, is more dreaded for its conse quences than its original attack, re marks the St. Louis Republic. This year, while the grip was not as malignant as in years gone by, the aftermath was often serious for those attacked, with it. It seems to have weakened the larynx in many cases, leaving behind a swelling of the vocal cords and an inflammation of the larynx itself. Local treatment is necessary in that ease, and that means the insertion of a larynx mirror to ex amine and treat the diseased parts. Now, it is just here where the diffi culty comes in. Few persons can stand the introduction of the laryngo scope, and physicians have to train them to it gradually. A prominent local physician, and surgeon said the other day that when he practiced at Vienna in the hospitals and clinics the students relied for a study of the larynx upon a larynx model. This was a woman, who had so trained her throat to the insertion of the laryngo scope that she could stand it for hours at a time. She was in great demand, going from clinic to clinic, and offer ing her services to the students and practicing physicians. This might prove a lucrative voca tion for a woman in these parts of the country. Plenty of nerve and patience should train her to be capable of hold ing her mouth open with the laryngo scope sticking in her throat. A Buffalo Herd in Indiana. John K. Bass, the Fort Wayne foundryman, who is one of the wealth iest citizens of that lively town, has a herd of buffalo at his country home, Brookside. The head of the herd is a big hull, royally named King Angus. Just now King Angus is stepping high, for he is the father of a baby bison. Time was when buffalo roamed the plains of this country in unnumbered thousands. Wholesale slaughter, per sisted in through many years, has so decimated their ranks that few remain. A small herd is in Yellowstone National Park. Somewhere in Texas there is supposed to be another. Probably in the far northwest and in the unex plored fastnesses of the Rocky Moun tains there may be a few more. All the rest have disappeared, except two or three small herds iii captivity. One of these is owned by Mr. Bass. Ex cepting his herd, the only buffalo in Indiana is the rampant specimen on the great seal of the State of Indiana. —Terre Haute (Ind.) Gazette. The Boaster Taken Down, A silly youth was bragging of his great friends in a mixed company, in which Douglas Jerrold was present, and said that he hail dined three tiroes at Devonshire House, and never saw any fish on the table; “I can’t account for it,” he added. “I can,” said Jerrold; “they ate it all upstairs.” Congress of Chimney Sweeps. Some years ago a congress of chimney sweeps held in Orebro, Sweden, the sessions being opened with psalm-singing and prayer, and debates were held concerning the moral and social improvements Vhich it was desirable to introduce among the sweeps. Now another meeting is to be held, this time at Stockholm. MUST HAVE COMPANY. A safer world this earth would bo If every joking elf On folly bent Would no content. To frolic by himself. ‘ Tho man who loves to rock tho boat i Has never yet been known To drop into The briny bluo’ Willie rowing out [done. Tho “didn’t-know-’twas loaded” tlcud. Would free us from much care If he’d explode P That rusty load Out in the woods somewhere. The scorcher racing with the wind, Whom all men dread to meet, Is joyless till He tries his skill Upon the crowded street. —Washington Star, PITH AND POINT. 4 “Pretty Polly!” said tho lady. “Can Polly talk?” “Polly,” replied the Boston parrot, “can converse.”— Indianapolis Journal. “Whut some folks call ’er hopeful disposition,” said Uncle Eben, “ain’ nuffin’ but laziness an’ trustin’ ter luck. ” —Washington Star. Hicks—“ Have a good time out rid ing this evening?” Wicks (neophyte) “Not so good a time as the people who were watching me.”—Boston Transcript. “Even a fly can do good by getting a man awake in time to attend church. ” “Yes, but it doesn’t put him in the proper frame of mind to go there.”— Chicago Record. “He is ono of the leading lawyers of the town.” “Gets pretty big fees, eh?” “I should say so. Why, it is almost as cheap to buy the grand jury as to hire him.”—Truth. “I'm so grateful to Mr. Chumpleight for sending me his photograph.” “Why, I thought you hated him.” “Yes, but just think, he might have brought it.”—Brooklyn Life. “There is one thing I cannot over look in a woman,” said Mr. Smalley. “What is that?” asked his friend. “A high hat in a theatre,” said Mr. Smalley.—Washington Capital. “Are you one of the striking miners?” asked the woman at the door. “Yes, mum. I’m what dey call a pioneer. I struck thirty years ago and I’ve never give in yet.”—Detroit Froe Press. Mrs. Gilfoyle —“Mrs. Bargain Hunter is a thoroughly consistent woman.” Mrs. Ivilduff—“ls she?” Mrs. Gilfoyle—“Yes; she is. She has marked her five o’clock teas down to 4.57.” —Puck. A—“ Well, how did you sleep last night? Did you follow my advice and beg'in oountiug?” B —“ Yes. I counted up to 18,000.” “And then you fell asleep?” “No; then it was time to get up.”—Tit-Bits. Mr. Failupski—“Ha! ha! Ho! ho!” Mrs. Failupski—“Vot is der choke, Isaac?” Mr. Failupski—“Dot hapor brints der notice of my assignment under der heading of ‘Business Troubles.’ ” —Puck. She—“ How would you punctuate the following: ‘Bank of England notes of various values were blown along the street by the wind?”’ He—“l think I would make a dash after the notes.” ■—Household Words. “They say people in this country spend more money on bicycles than on bread.” “That’s queer; bicycles can’t be eaten.” “I know; but then peo ple can’t show off with a loaf of bread.”—Chicago Record. “Any fool can write a novel,” said Griggle; “you can make things come out just as you want them to.” “Very true,” replied Dixon, “but you must admit that there are some fools who do not write novels.”—Boston Tran script. “Do you always say your prayers at bedtime, Mary?” asked the Sunday school teacher affectionately. “No, miss, not regular, I don’t,” was tlio reply. “Why, Mary, are you not afraid to goto sleep at night without asking a blessing?” “Not when I sleep in the middle, I ain’t, Miss.”— Household Words. Snail Farming. Snail farming formsapecular branch of agricultural industry in France and other countries, and the consumption of them in France is very large, says a contributor to Chambers’s Journal. Edible snails vary greatly in size; the large white ones are the real escargot, but this term is usually employed to designate all edible snails adapted to table purposes. But in the markets, besides escargot, there are two other varieties known as limaee and liina con, the former being of medium size, and the latter quite small. Though the great majority of the edible snails produced iu France are of natural growth, then - artificial culture is car ried on to a very considerable extent. They are jiropagated from August to October in ground especially prepared for the purpose, and fed with cabbage, clover, etc. During the winter they are sheltered in houses composed of brick or wood, and they are gathered and marketed from April to June. In the Tyrol from June to the mid dle of August the snails are collected from every available damp place and taken to the feeding ground near the owner’s dwelling. This is a hit of garden ground, free from trees and slirulis, and surrounded on all sides by ruuning water. In this feeding ground are little heaps of mountain pine twigs, mixed loosely with wood moss, and these twigs when dry are replaced by fresh ones. Every day they are fed on cabbage leaves and grass, and when cold weather sets in they go under cover—that is, they collect under, the heaps of twigs and bury tliemselves up for the winter. When this has been successfully ac complished they are collected, packed in perforated boxes lined with straw, and sent off to Paris and other towns. Have Fisli a Memory? A , distinguished German professor thinks he has succeeded iu proving that fish have no memory. The seat of memory in man and other animals high in the scale of being is supposed to be certain cortical centres of the brain. The learned professor has shown that no such things exist in fish, and he regards that as conclu sive. Yet-the layman may venture to inquire whether all animals depend for the same functions upon the same organs. Perhaps fish are distinguished professors, for instance, who do not think with their heads.