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fhhh A Woman Barrister. Mias Ethel Benjamin, a young Jew ess, has been admitted to the New Zealand bar as a barrister and solici tor of the Supreme Court. She is the first woman barrister in the English colonial courts. Matched Goods. It is said that we aTe going back to the days of matching things. So glaring have been the combinations worn in the attempt to be chic that fashion has had a revulsion of feeling, and now we are going to have things to match. Belts match the skirts now, and it is considered very swagger to have belt, tie and hatband of the same color. Double Veil#. Double veils are very stylish and very flattering to the complexion. Blue is always a becoming color in a veil, and a white lining is decidedly improving. There are also white lined brown veils, with the small chenille dots plaoed far apart. Pink lined veils are very charming and are, perhaps, the most frequent choice, since they give a delicate tint to the skin. Usually the outer layer is white, with either black or white dots. The utility veil to be worn on the cars or in steamboats is of chiffon, white, with white or black dots, small or large, and closely or widely scattered. Making Up Wash Fabrics. While hand-sewn tucks are the prettiest on summer gowns, they are usually done on the machine. Many wash fabrics, as well as other materials, ravel as soon as cut, so overcast all edges as soon as possible. Of all crash materials duck probably shrinks the most, and it is tempting patience to make it up without scald ing it first, and pique is almost as bad. Do not starch either and iron on the wrong side. The neatest organdie gowns have the seams made in the French or bag style, while others have the edges turned in and overcast together. Even the thinnest fabric must have gored seams, as the full gathered skirt with uncut widths is now unknown. —Chi- cago Becord. Wrought Iron Work. In spite of the talk of the new wo man, “house proud” is a term still de served by many matrons. With the return of a prying sunshine there is the annual flurry to put in new carpets, and curtains. Artistic ironwork has become a veritable epidemic. The old patterns of mediaeval Italy are being reproduced everywhere, and in the homes of people of wealth and taste hall door panels are often replaced by ironwork ngaiust frosted or muffled glass, For the woman who loves win dow boxes there can be nothing more delightful than the bent iron stand or rack, which may be securely fastened to the sill and which hides the plain, unlovely box or pots in which the bright hued plants are growing. A wrought iron frame for an unused fire dace, in which are set growing vines and blossoms, is another pretty device of the modern times. War,-' • W-’-'--: .7 Gli’ls in the City. Girls, don’t go to the city in the ex pectation of earning high wages. The co-operative home for girls, New York City, receives (to the extent of its lim ited capacity) girls whose pay is less than $7 a week, and lodges and feeds them at the rate of from $2.50 to $3 a week; girls out of work are permitted to render an equivalent for their board in bedmaking, sweeping, dishwashing, etc. Matron Rapelye says: “Most of our girls receive from $1 to $6. Of course we do not take them if they make more than $7, but few even in the large dry goods stores make more than that. And many work in factor ies and shops for $3 or $4. Book keepers and accountants ordinarily make $5 or $6, and the business schools are turning out continually classes of typewriters who are glad to work for $6 a week. Out of this they must pay board, laundry, car fare, or walk miles to and from their work, besides being expected to dress well and neatly every day. One girl here makes only $2.25 and we have occasionally had girls over sixteen years old who worked from Monday morning until Saturday night for $2.50. It is for such cases that the home provides, and, needless to say, it is always full.—American Agriculturist. Uffly Eyebrows. Would any conscientious poet think of writing a sonnet to his lady’s eye-_ brows nowadays? [lt would almost’ seem not from the conspicuous lack of that form of poetry in contemporary literature. And the student finds the cause of the falling off of such verse, not in the indolence of the poets, but in the eyebrows themselves. They are thin, they are “scraggy,” they spread in scatterin ; fashion over lids and fore head, they lack distinctness, fineness and grace. To cultivate eyebrows worthy the songs of the bards, first buy an eye brow brush and use it religiously, al ways brushing the brow in the right direction. If the hairs are scattered a specialist will remove the stray ones. If they are thin, vaseline applied at night will help to make them grow. Another method of promoting growth of eyebrows is to apply a little petro leum to them evsrj morning after washing in cold water. The eyebrows should not be rubbed or brushed the wrong way. It is a very bad habit, that of rubbing the brows, and it is ’ fatal to their beauty, for the hairs will not lie flat afterward, but bristle up and look most unbecoming. Scurf on the eyebrows should be treated a* follows: Bathe every day with hot water and a little soap aud apply vaseline to the spot at night. On no account rub them when they are in clined to be scurfy.—Sau Francisco Chronicle. Klndfe of Lace Tliat Exist. The question having been asked as to the kinds of laces known, it may be said that their names are many. A partial list of laces would begin with Albisola and conclude with Ypres, as follows: Albisola, Alencon, Brussels, Ant werp, Appliqne, Aras, Auvergne, Ave Maria, Baby, Balloon net, Basket, Bayeux, Beaded, Beggars, Bilinent, Blond, Bisette, Bobbin, Bone point, Border, Bourg Argental, Bride, Broad, Buckingham, Burano, Cadiz, Carnival, Cartisane, Caterpillar point, Chain, Chantilly, Chenille, Cluny, Cordover, Cork, Cretan, Crewel, Crochet, Crown, Dalecarlian, Damascene, Darned, Devonshire, Diamond, Dieppe, Dresden point, Duchesse, Dunkirk, Dutch, Ecru, English point, False Valenciennes, Flat point, Flem ish point, Fuseau, Genoa, Grammont, Gueuse, Guipere, Henriquez, Hollie point, Honiton (made in Devonshire, England), Jesuite, Knotted, Lille, Limerick, Macrame, Mechlin, Mignon ette, Miercourt, Needle point, Oyah, Parchment, Pillow, Plaited point, Pot (from pattern introduced), Powdered (covered with small flowers and dots), Saxony, Spanish, Statute (lace made in accordance with sumptuary laws), Tambour, Tape, Thread, Torchon, Trolley, Valenciennes,Ypres.—Scien- tific American. Here’s a Spry Maine Girl. Writing from East Orrington, Me., a correspondent of the New York Sun says: “All the way from here to Ban gor people are talking about and prais ing Sarah Curran, the Bixteen-year-old daughter of Nick Curran, a dairy far mer. Curran has been confined to the house by rheumatic fever for six weeks and every morning Sarah has been up at 3 o’clock to do the chores. When she and her mother have milked eight een cows and put them to pasture, she eats her breakfast aud by the time other milkmen are getting up she is on the milk cart on her way to Bangor. When she has gone over a good part of the city, supplying customers in pint and quart lots, she turns the horse for home, arriving there in time to take dinner. In the afternoon she attends to the farm work and does other tasks that usually devolve upon a man. After supper she helps to milk the eighteen cows aud goes to bed ea m to get a good start the next morning. Though she does the work of a man she is not at all mannish iu her ways, being of slight frame and very modest. Until she left school two years ago to help her father on the farm she was considered the brightest pupil in her class. Since then most of her life lias been passed outdoors. She has driven a pair of horses to haul cord wood to market, taking it from the stump in the forest to the dooryard of her cus tomCTS and unloading it without trouble. She says that when she reaches eighteen years of age—by which time her father ought to be wglL to-do —she is going away to school and take a course in some college that grants equal privileges to both sexes. After getting educated she purposes to become a doctor. Shown on Ilry Gootls Counters. White pique stocks. Tartan plaid traveling rugs. Kibbon corsets in light colors. Bibbed silk and wool materials. Heavy linen suits for small boys. White sailor hats with a red baud. White cotton cheviot shirt waists. Green, blue and red sun umbrellas. Scarlet ties and belts worn en suite- Shaped blouse fronts of embroidered net. Traveling capes made out of Scotch shawls. Wash silk in narrow and medium stripes. Heavy lace inserting in flower patterns. Barge-meshed or skeleton haircloth for facing. Scarlet shirt waists of China and foulard silk. Beather medicine cases for different sized bottles. White serge gowns trimmed with mohair braid. Hats trimmed with cherries, currants and other fruit. Bndies’ pea jackets of rough cloth with gilt buttons. Gold studs engraved with an anchor for outing waists. Bizard skill purses, belts and bags for the multitude. Tan and gray gloves seamed and stitched with black. Applique bauds of silk-embroidered flowers and scrolls. Black and white string and bow ties for light mourning. Quantities of blue and white Chiua silk cravats for men. Fancy collars and cuffs of a lace ruff over a ribbon band. Blue serge jacket suits trimmed in black and gold braid. Mized green straw sailors with a greeu or black band. White and blue leather belts fast ened with a gilt anchor. Binen suits trimmed with red band 8 in cut-out applique style. Mousseliue bows in kilted fans with a cravat hand attachment. Black mousseline* fans embroidered in gilt thread aud spangles. Colored pique suits trimmed with hands of guipure inserting. White duck jacket suits trimmed with blue or Turkey-red bands. Many black and white striped, checked, barred and dotted silks. Bonis XIV. garnitures of beads aud silk applique for the front of a corsage. SAVED SEWARD’S LIEE. MAJOR ROBINSON’S DETAILED AC COUNT OF THE ATTACK. He 1# Livinjj lt California, and For Thirty Years Ha# Avoided Interviewer# About the Night of Terror—An Awful On slaught—Three Stabbed Betide# Seward Major G. F. Bobinson, the only person on the Pacific Coast who has had a vote of thanks from Congress for a meritorious act, one of the very few persons who has a gold medal given by Congress for bravery, and one of but two men who were ever promoted at once from private to Major in the United States Army, lives at Pomona, Cal., with his family among the orange groves and on an avenue of palms. At tho same moment that Abraham Lincoln was shot to death in Ford’s Theatre in Washington, on April 14, 1865, and when, but for a change of plans, General U. S. Grant would doubtless also have been killed, Major Bobinson, unarmed and unprepared, grappled with the armed and desperate assassin, Lewis Payne, in the darkened sick room of Secretary Seward. Major Bobinson has studiously avoided through some thirty years interviews by newspaper and magazine writers. Last week, however, says a correspondent of the Boston Advertiser, he permitted an interview by a fellow townsman and a personal friend. “I have never known,” said Major Bobiu son, “how I came to be detailed to act as nurse at the home of Secretary Seward in April, 1865. I had been confined to the hospital for several months by a gunshot wound in my leg. “The evening of April 14 was beauti ful and clear. At a little before 10 p. in., when the Secretary was sleeping easily, the house was closed for the night. Mrs. Seward had gone to her sleeping room. Frederick Seward, second son of the Secretary, had re tired. Miss Fannie Seward, a daugh ter, and I sat in the sick chamber on the third floor. Miss Seward was near the bed. Her father lay propped up in bed. Just before ten the sound of a man was heard down in the hall. It was afterward learned that the porter saw a tall young man on horseback dash up to the stone curbing. He claimed to be Dr. Verdis’s assistant, and pushed his way into the house. The first that I knew of the assassin in the house was when the front door closed. Miss Seward heard the sound of someone coming heavily up the front stairs, and remarked upon the carelessness of any one who would so noisly approach a sick chamber. At the top of the stairway Frederick Seward met the supposed messenger. “ ‘What is it?’ asked Mr. Seward, in a low tone. “ ‘Di\ Verdis sent me with this medicine for Secretary Seward,’ was the man’s reply. ‘lt must be taken immediately. lam the doctor’s stu dent, and must tell Mr. Seward how and when to take the medicine.’ “Frederick answered that he would see if his father was awake. Then he opened the door of the Secretary’s room and tiptoed over to the bed where his father lay. He went back and re marked that he would not disturb the patient at that hour, As he spoke he closed the door behind him. In a trice there came the sound of blows, as if one had been struck by a rattan. Not a word was spoken. I sprang from my chair, threw open the hall door in time to see a very tall, power ful beardless man about to open it himself, and back of him Frederick Seward, covered with blood from wounds on his head. “The stranger jumped through the door at me. I saw a knife flash in the feeble gaslight. He dealt me an awful blow on the scalp and forehead. I fell backward, while blood started down my face and beard. The stranger, wearing a long light-covered overcoat, a slouch hat and cavalry boots, gave Miss Seward (who had taken alarm and started to call for help) a thrust that threw her aside. He pounced upon the bedside. The assassin had his now broken navy pistol in bis left band and a long heavy knife in his right. He leaned over and across the bed, and, placing his pistol on Secre tary Seward’s chest, struck madly aud frantically at the head and neck. I saw, a thousand times quicker than it takes to tell it, the assassin strike at the Secretary’s head, and lay open a gash in his right cheek and in the side of his neck. I leaped upon the bed beside the stranger from the rear, caught his arm as his right hand gripped the knife fora surer and more powerful stroke, aud thus diverted the blade. The knife went into the Sec retary’s neck on the side nearest to us as I pulled him from the bed. “Then began a terrific band-to-hand grapple. The assassin gave me a deep cut iu the right shoulder as I pulled him backward from the bed. A second later he gave me another cut. Iu a twinkling he turned on me with the ferocity of an enraged tiger, while Sec retary Seward rolled off the further side of the bed. The assassiu struck at me several times, once giving me a slash in the left shoulder. I clinched my arms about him with my utmost strength, while he was trying to force me away so that he could use his arms either to thrust his bloody knife i ito me or to beat me into insensibility by blows with his big pistol. Meanwhile Miss Seward had pmlied up the win dow in the sick room and had screamed ‘Murder! Murner!’ Although weak from my hospital experience and my use of crutches for six months pre vious, I was naturally a strong young man at that time. “My antagonist vainly tried to raise his hands to beat or stab me. He sud denly dropped his pistol aud tried to jiush me from him or to throw me. I clung to the man with even greater in tensity. ‘ All I saw was my desperate big antagonist and that knife blade. I grasped the assassin’s right wrist. He ceased for a brief second his stabbing tactics and tried to throw me. Then, summoning all my strength, I tried to throw him. My wounded leg gave way and I partially staggered. The assassin made a vain snatch at my throat. “The despairof the moment brought back my full strength, and I tripped the villain somewhat off his feet. While I had him in that position I urged him a few feet a cross the room toward the hall door. When we were about hall way across the room and in fierce grapple I felt someone taking hold oi me from behind. It flashed into my mind that there was an accomplice of the murderer. Then I saw in the dim light that it was Major A. H. Seward. He had heard his sister’s shrieks, bad sprung out of bed and had come into his father’s room to find, ns he first thought, two drunken soldiers scuff ling in the darkness. “I called to him: ‘Hold that man’s hand; get that knife;’ but the Major reached around me from behind and got his hands on the assassin’s shoul ders, so as to push him along through the hall door. The assassin came against the woodwork of the door, and thereby regained a firm footing. As quick as lightning he freed himself from my grasp, and gave Major Seward several stabs about the head and shoul ders. He bounded down the stairs. Mr. Hansel, n messenger in the State Department, was running down the stairs to get help. The fellow over took Mr. Hansel and gave him a slash down the back. Then the assassin went out on the front door like a rocket, leaped into his saddle, and, striking his spurs into his horse’s flanks, was off in the darkness. “The whole affair occupied probably not over three minutes. When the assassin was gone, I turned to find Secretary Seward on the carpet at the farther side of the bed. His daughter was bending over him. The Secretary was bleeding profusely. The pool of blood in which he lay, the gaping gash in his cheek, the wound in his neck, and his ghastly pale face, all made a dreadful sight. We lifted the patient to his bed, and found that his heart still beat, although he seemed to be pulseless.” Modern Irrigation, The Mormons are admittedly the founders of irrigation among Anglo- Saxons. Until they made their first rude canal from City Creek on that July day, in 1847, men of their race had never dealt seriously with this in dustry. As the pioneers enjoyed a practical equality in the matter of pov erty, their irrigation works were nec essarily built by means of co-operative labor. Every man performed his share of the work and received his proportion of stock in the company which owned the canal. It was nearly forty years after the first settlement was made be fore costly works were built by outside capital, and the innovation was not regarded with favor by the Mormons. In Utah the stores, factories and banks are owned very generally by joint stock companies, consisting of multi tudes of small share owners. The “coop” is a familiar expression heard everywhere and painted on numerous signs. The greatest of their stores is Zion’s co-operative mercantile institu tion. This does an annual business of from $5,000,000 to $6,000,000. In twenty-five years it has paid dividends of nearly $2,500,000, an average of nine and one-third per cent, for every year, and a total of 243 per cent, in all. The sum of SIOOO, invested in its stock at the date of its original incor poration in 1869, had accumulated to $2014.30 in 1895, and in addition had received in cash dividends the sum of $4218.05. These profits had been shared by large numbers of stock holders and reproduced on a small scale by many other co-operative stores scattered throughout Utah and ad joining States and Territories. A va riety of factories, as well as banks, are owned and managed successfully by the same method. The beet sugar factory at Lehi was the first to be equipped with a complete plant of American manufacture. It is owned by 700 stockholders and pays hand some dividends. Smoke ami Storms. The following interesting results, says the Biterary Digest, have been reached by Herr liasner, of Berlin, from a study of the periodicity of storms iu Germany: “During the years of 1883-92, storms at Berlin show a maximum frequency on Thursdays and a minimum frequency on Mon days. Observations made, also at Berlin, from 1830 to 1840 aud from 1848 to 1891 indicate a maximum on Saturday and a minimum on Sunday, a fact that has also been observed at Aix-la-Cliapelle. New researches, cov ering other eitios, and published in Das Wetter, lead Herr Kasner to the conclusion that in general the fre quency of storms increases from Mon day to Tuesday, aud that a minimum occurs on Thursday, or ou some day immediately following. In industrial cities that contain large numbers of furnaces there is almost always an in crease from Wednesday to Saturday and a diminution from Saturday to Sunday, while in localities where there are l o factories the contrary is gen erally the case. Variations in atmos pheric electricity seem to be connected with variations iu the quantity of smoke emitted into the air, as Ar rhenius and Ekhoim have already noted. ” Landslide Kxjom* Coins. A large find of old coins, which have lain hidden underground for over 1550 years—since the time of the Three Kingdoms—was accidentally brought to light last May in the Chushan district, in Northwest Hupeh, during a heavy downpour of rain, says a Shanghai contemporary. On the 4th of May a considerable tract of land washed off from a hill, and the landslip exposed the hidden treasure. The villagers in the neighborhood flocked to the spot to help themselves to it, and the uews of the strange dis covery was at once telegraphed to His Excellency Chang Chintung, who ordered the local officials to gather the coins with all dispatch. It is said that the quantity gathered represents as many as 7,000,000 strings, and the coins are unusually large, resembling iu size those of the Hsienfuug resign (about forty-five years ago) of the present dynasty. The Viceroy is sending 300 strings to Peking under charge of a Taotai for the perusal of the Emperor. The coins bear on one side the characters of the reign of the monarch and on the other (Szechuen) the seat of the Government that issued them. Many Naval Changes. Queen Victoria, during her long reign, has seen her navy thrice prac tically reconstructed. She saw her fleet of wooden sailing ships give place to one of wooden steamers. She saw that fleet disappear before a fleet of armored ships, and within the last ten years she has witnessed the rise of her magnificent modern navy. WORDS OF WISDOM. Society is the book of women—- Jean Jaoques ltoussean. Behavior is a mirror in which every one displays his image.—Goethe. Life is not so short but there ia always time for courtesy.—Emerson. Man’s inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn.—Burns. Labor rids us of three evils—irk someness, vice and poverty.—Vol taire. In business three things are neces sary—knowledge, temper and time. —Feltham. Whatever makes men good Chris tians makes them good citizens.— Daniel Webster. Labor to keep alive in your heart that little spark of celestial fire called conscience.—Washington. One part of knowledge consists in being ignorant of such tilings as are not worthy of being known.—Crates. The fountain of beauty is the heart and every generous thought illus trates the walls of your chamber.— Bovee. Nature gives us many children and friends, to take them away; but takes none away to give them us again.— Sir W. Temple. There is no open door to the tem ple of success. Every one makes his own door, which closes behind him to all others.—Marden. The diligent fostering of a candid habit of mind, even in trifles, is a mat ter of high moment both to character and opinion.—Howson. The youth who starts out by being afraid to speak what he thinks wiil usually end by being afraid to think what he wishes.—Marden. It is with narrow-souled people as with narrow-necked bottles—the less they have in them the more noise they make in pouring it out.—Pope. If any one speak ill of thee, con sider whether he hath truth on his side; and if so, reform thyself, that his censures may not affect thee.— Epictetus. When infinite happiness is put in one scale against infinite misery in the other; if the worst that comes to the pious man if he mistakes be the best that the wicked can attain to if he be in the right, who can, without mad ness run the venture. —Locke. Legislator a Victim of His Own Law. This is the story of a man who was hoist by his own petard. His name is Ira N. Terrill, and he was the first victim of the capital punishment law in Oklahoma, escaping on a technical ity. He is the author of the law, hav ing been a member of the lower House of the Territorial Bogislature. After much work his labors were re warded and the bill making hanging the punishment for murder became a law. Shortly after the Begislature ad journed Torrill and a man named George Embree bad a discussion in the land office in Guthrie over a plot of ground. Terrill drew his revolver and shot Embree dead. Terrill was tried before Judge Dale and was found guilty and sentenced to death. His attorneys were clever, however, and obtained anew trial for him on the plea that the crime was committed on that part of Guthrie known as the “Government Acre,” be longing to the United States and that therefore the trial should have been before a United States court. At the second trial he was sentenced to twenty years’ imprisonment and confined in prison. Then his attor neys tried to get a third trial on habeas corpus proceedings and did so well that he obtained his freedom. He was at once rearrested by the authori ties and retried and sentenced to twelve years’ imprisonment. Scarcely had he been placed in jail when he and a number of cattle thieves broke out and escaped into the Ozark Mountains, where Terrill remained two years. About a year ago he made an effort to visit some relatives in Kansas, when he was recognized and captured. He was taken back to the penitentiary and is there now, awaiting the de cision of the courts as to which sen tence he shall fulfil.—New York Jour nal. Prince Wore a Necklace of Pearls. The conversation given last night by the East India United Service Club to meet the Princess and other Indian visitors now in England, proved an es sentially brilliant function. Crowds of well-dressed guests lined the stair case and tilled the large entrance hall, overshadowed by palms, to witness the arrival of the Queen’s Indian guard, many of the Hyderabad contingent and other finely built native soldiers with a profusion of orders on their breasts. They were quickly followed by several of the Princes. Pertab Singh was clad in a red and gold striped habit, with a light blue and silver turban, on which figured a medallion portrait. His aid-de-camp) was in red and gold, divided as a short skirt and long jacket, with a black and gold turban. With him was another Indian visitor in a long white satin coat cut as they wear them in the East. Another Prince was arrayed in white satin with rows of pearls about his neck; a long bar of diamonds clasping, not the lobe, but the entire ear, and magnificent, diamond ornaments glittered on his soft silky yellow turban. A grand old nawab’s coat was entirely composed of cloth of gold, and, with his gray whi ikers curiously tied and large tur ban, he towered above all the rest. There were three Parsees in shiny black caftans, the elder Sir Jamsetjee Jejeeblioy.—St. James’ Gazette. Why a Boy Was flood Fifty Years Ago. Assistant Marshal Wright amused himself the other day with watching a small boy, who thought he was unob served, try to let the wind out of a bi cycle standing iu front of the Western Union office. He unscrewed the cap from the valve and then glauoed about to see if any one was looking; then he squeezed the tire, put his knee ou it, and tried various means to get the air out, looking, meanwhile, to see if the owner was coming. He finally had to give up. Mr. Wright said to ex-Mar - shal Hendrick: “Talkabout bad boys; they wouldn’t have done that fifty years ago.” Mr. Hendrick, evidently a believer in the boy of to-day, answered: “Oh, no; they didn’t have bioycles fifty years ago. ” —Springfield Repub lican. OUR BUDGET OF HUMOR. LAUCHTER-PROVOKING STORIES FOR LOVERS OF FUN. The Modern Marco—-Fair to Look Upon—A Itldiculou# Question— In Washington— Ups and Downs—labor# Divided—An Easy Exploit—Saving Lubor, Etc., Etc. At midnight, in his gold boudoir, The broker dreamed, with smiling lip, Tlmt Greeks nnd Turks, in strife afar, Had mude wheat take another skip. -Detroit Free Press. A Ridiculous Question. Miss Flittorley—“Oh, Mr. Soper, didn’t I see you asleep in church?” Mr. Soper—“l really could not say if you did. ”—Pick-Me-Up. In Washington. Office Seeker—“ Have yon given up all hope of getting that job?” Ex-Office Seeker (sadly)—“Y’es, I’ve just grasped the situation.” , Ups nnd Downs. “Betterdays lias come down in the world, hasn’t he?” “Decidedly. He’s living on the top floor of a tenement.” —Puck. Fair to Look Upon. "Miss Highsee is a beautiful singer, isn't she?” “Very. That was all that made her singing endurable.”—Washington Times. The I.nril Speak*. “Do you think it’s true that every man has his price?” asked the heiress. “I’m sure I don’t know,” he an swered thoughtfully, “but if you want a bargain you needn’t look any further. ” —Chicago Post. Labor. Divided. Parke —“I have a joint account in the hank with my wife now.” Lane—“ Good! You make an even thing of it, eh?” “Yes. I put the money in and she draws it out. ’’—Detroit Free Press. An Kasy Kvplolt. Brown —“I don’t see why so much fuss should be made about Queen Vic toria reigning sixty years. ” Jones—“ Nor I. We have thousands of statesmen who would guarantee to hold on to a job sixty years, provided they didn’t die and were notremoved.” —Puck. (■olden Bridge Building. “Of course you’ll give me one little kiss before I go,” he pleaded. She looked at him intently for a minute and sighed. “It's pretty high pay,” she replied, “but if you will go early enough I sup pose I’ll have to call it a bargain.”— Chicago Post. Saving: Labor. “Our typewriter girl asked the boss if he couldn’t lighten her work this hot weather.” i “What did h e s ay?” “He told her not to hit her type ■ writer keys so hard and to lick her postage stamps only on the corners. ” —Chicago Becord. The Returned Student. Upton—“ Well, I see your son is home from college. What does he in tend to do?” Manviile—“l don’t know exactly, but, judging from the start he has made, I’m inclined to believe that he proposes to put in most of bis time ex plaining how he was turned down when the racing crew was chosen. ” Cleveland Deader. ;\Vhat lie Wanted to St*e. “Did you see the account of the new submarine boat?” “Yes; but I didn’t read it. It doesn’t interest me, you know.” “It certainly indicates extraordinary progress.” “Of course; but in the wrong direc tion. Enough boats go down now. What I want to see is one that is guaranteed to stay up.”—Chicago Post. A Caprice of Fortune. “I noticed in th’ colyumns of the daily pr-press that Actor Bancroft was knighted by th’ gr-r-racious hand of the lady queen. Now, who in Erebus is Bancroft?” “Barnsy, me boy, I dunno. I un derstood be was retired.” “Gods! Bisten to that! Retired! Such is our pr-r-rof ession. The obsolete and spavined old laid-on-the-shelf gets garters, while we active ornamentous of the stage can’t even connect with dime suspenders! Truly it is a parlous world. ” —Cleveland Plain Dealer. Glass Blowing l>y Machinery. For more than a year past some of the best machinists in the country have been working in secret to perfect a ma chine that.will blow glass in a way that would be profitable to fruit jar manufacturers. The machinists have been at work in private, and it is now announced on good authority that the patent has been so perfectly con structed that the work ca'n be done with it even better than with the blow pipe in the hands of a skilful blower, and one machine will do the work of three blowers, each of whom earns from $4 to $6 per day, and the ex pense of operating it will be less than half. The machine was made perfect some time ago. The company is uow building machines for use next sea son, and the indications are that when the hundreds of blowers return for work September 1 in Muucie they will find many places filled by machines.— Indianapolis Journal. Use* of Steel. We ride to New York on a steel roa 1 over steel bridges, stay at a steel fra'ine hotel, and take a steel steam ship to Englaud, a country whose civ ilization rests on steel. Oar farmers use steel plows, our merchants steel safes, our manufacturers steel boilers aud steel water-wheels, our carpenters steel nails, and our soldiers fire steel guns from behind steel shields. Steel nails are so cheap that if a carpenter drops one it is not worth his while to pick it up, for ten seconds of his time is worth more than the nail. They are so cheap that it pays to lose them. —Hartford (Conn.) Courant. Dofc Meets the Mail Train. A big black dog of uncertain breed seizes the mailbag when it is thrown off the train at a certain rural town iu Georgia aud scampers away with it to the postoffice. It is said he seems to know the time when the train is due, and is always punctually at his post. TRAWLERS ON THE GRAND BANKS, llow the Cod and Halibut Are Taken If the Small Vessel#. Gustav Kobbe writes an article en titled “On the Grand Banks and Else where” for St. Nicholas. Mr. Kobbe sayH: The trawlers are generally found on the Grand Banks, the hand-liners on the Western Bank and Quiro. These hand-liners are smaller vessels with fewer dories, and the men fish with hand-lines, one man aud two lines to a dory. The hand-liner sits in the middle of his dory, with a compart ment in its stern aud another in its bow for his catch. When you see the bow sticking farupintothe airyouknowtlie fisherman has his stern-load. Then, as fish after fish flashes into the other compartment, the bow settles, and when the dory is on an even keel the hand-liners pull back to the vessel. The trawlers bait with fresh herring, mackerel and squid; the hand-liners with salt clams. The catch of both is split and salted, and the vessel has a full “fare,” or catch, when she has “wet her salt”—that is. used up all her salt aud is full of fish. A trawler’s voyage lasts about eight weeks; a hand-liner’s, eleven. A trawler’s crew receives no wages, but fishes on shares. First, the cap tain gets a percentage; of the remain der, one-half goes to the vessel, which “finds,” that is, supplies the gear, stores, salt and half the bait: and the other half to the captain and crew in equal shares, which run from sllO to $l5O, and even to $250. But among the liaud-liners each man is paid according to what he catches, the "fare” from each dory being weighed as it is taken aboard. This stimulates competition. There is judgment in knowing where to fish or how long to stay over a certain spot; and even the quickness with which a line is hauled in will make a perceptible difference at the end of a day’s fishing. It means something to be “high line,” as they call the best fishermen, at the end of a voyage, and those who win this distinction time and again, as some do, become known as “killers” and “big fishermen.” The main catch on the Banks is cod and halibut. There is also a fleet of small American vessels which pursue the merry swordfish. Swordfishing is good sport—whaling on a small scale. A man, dart in hand, stands in the vessel’s bow, supported by a semi circular iron brace. When near enough to the fish he lets fly the dart. A swordfish may weigh 350 pounds. One can tow a dory a mile, and a piece of the sword has been found driven through the bottom of a pilot boat. Oueor Funeral Habit in Cuba. There are queer, aud sometimes touching, superstitions practices in the island. One that I witnessed in Santiago de Cuba—l do not know if it obtains in other parts of the country— is poetic in its weird sentimentality. The dead are carried in an coffin to the graveyard, where the lid is fastened on at the last moment; but at the funeral of a child there is no sign of mourning. The little corpse is clad in some gauzy white fabric and crowned with flowers; young children, 5 the companions of the deceased, walk on either side of the coffin. They are dressed in white, with bows of bright colored ribbons; each carries a small basket filled with shredded petals of flowers, which they, from time to time, throw by the handful in the air, the fragrant leaves falling like raindrops around the little corpse. Musicians playing lively airs precede the coffin, which is invariably carried by hand. The people say the sinless child is an angel returning to heaven, whioh should give cause for rejoicing, not for grieving. A rather too realistic illus tration of this belief was given once, when the dead child’s eyes were kept open by some contrivance, its cheeks and lips rouged, and a pair of gauze wings attached to its York Snn. Here Is a Lake of Ink. In the middle of the Oocopah hills, in Arizona, is what is known as the Bake of Ink. Though supplied by beautiful springs of clear water, the liquid of the lake is black and of an ink-like character. The temperature varies from 110 degrees to 216 degrees, according to the locality, and the water feels smooth and oily. Acccording to the Indians, not only of the vicinity, but far away, the waters of the lake have strong medicinal qualities, though most white people would hesitate to adopt the mode of treatment pre scribed. The invalid is buried up to his mouth in the hot volcanic mud for from twenty to thirty minutes. Then he is carried, covered with mud, to the. edge of the lake, into which he is plunged from fifteen to twenty min utes, after which he is rolled in a blanket and allowed to sweat on the hot, sulphurous sand or rock near by. The cures wrought are said to be won derful. Pearl Fanning. James Clark, of Queensland, “the king of the pearl fishers,” who em ploys 1500 men and 250 vessels in bar vesting his crop, recently told a cor respondent of the Melbourne Age: “I have been fifteen years engaged in pearl fishing. My experience has led me to the belief that, with proper in telligence iu the selection of a place one can raise pearls aud pearl shells as easily as one can raise oysters. I started my farm three years ago, and have stoiked it with shells which I ob tained in many insfcsuces far out at sea. My pearl shell farm covers 500 square miles. Over most of it the water is shallow. In shallow water shells attain the largest size. I ship my pearls to Boudon in my own ves sels. The catch each year runs, roughly speaking, from $200,000 up to almost five times that amount.” Fire in a Curious Place. A fire has occurred, of all curious places, in the ice-cold storage vaults of a New York firm. While the fire men were at work a vessel containing ammonia used in the refrigeration ex ploded, instantly spreading its fumes in all directions. For several hours the firemen fought the flames in the cellars, working in a freezing at mosphere amid stifling smoke aud am monia vapor. Ultimately, however, the fire was subdued. Oae fireman lost his life, while two were taken to the hospital, suffering terribly from the effeots of the ammonia and the in tense cold.—Scientific American.