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THE EVOLUTION OF A “STEADY.” BEGINNING OF AN AFFAIR OF SENfIfIENT. BY H. J. O'HIGGINS. A March wind rattled the skeleton branches of the trees in New York's Central Park, and an April sun bright ened the unshaded lawns beneath them, so that the air was at once ‘warm and cold. A couple walking down the mall remarked this phenomenon. He lik ened the weather to a mixed drink and she encouraged him with a pretty show of teeth. "Blowin’ itself,” he said of the wind that tugged at her Sunday skirt, toss ing the feathers in her hat and blow ing wisps of her disordered hair about her face. She put them back with: ‘‘lt'll blow me to bits.” ‘‘Come an' see the circus,” he sug gested, meaning the menagerie. ‘‘The monkey house —we'll be in out of the wind there.” ‘‘All right,” she agreed. “They’re cunnin’, ain’t they?—the monkeys.” “Sure,” he nodded. “Are yeh cold?” looking at her with more admiration than solicitude. It was plain that he spoke only as an excuse for that look. "Cold?” she laughed. “Are you? Put on yer coat, w'y dop't yeh? Aw, do.” The coat hung on his arm. He pro tested that he was not cold; he had only thought that she might be so. “Aw, put it on,” she urged. Now, no man of any spirit will put on his overcoat in such a case. That would be to acknowledge either that he had not sense enough to know when he was cold, or wisdom enough to put on the coat, knowing it. J ‘Say,'’ he said, "w’at’s the use of me puttin’ on the coat w’en I don’t want it?” “Yeh might put it on w’en I ask yell,” she pouted. "Aw, say," he appealed to her. "Well,” she defended herself, "yeh never do w’at I ask yeh.’’ The defense was lame, inasmuch as they had met only three times as yet, and she had never asked him to do anything for her before. However, he saw that this affair promised trouble, and "Gee!" he said, “I ain’t goin’ teh scrap about it,” thrusting an arm into a sleeve of his coat. She turned to him. all smiles. “Yeh needn’t put it on, if yeh don't want it,” she said. “Sure, I don’t want it,” he said. “I tol’ yeh that.” She took the coat from him, and folded it over his arm. “Silly,” she laughed, squeezing his hand. He grinned at once. “All right, all right,” he said. “As long’s you’re happy." ' She took his arm with an air of own ership, and they turned down the path toward the menagerie. On ordinary days she was a factory girl and he a bricklayer, but this was a spring Sun day afternoon, and they were a pair for the poets. Several hundred other couple.s on the crowded walk were in the same happy condition, but planets revolving in common space could not be at further cry from one another. Each'pair was the centre of its own solar system, with the other worlds circling about in outer darkness. Therefore, these two went arm in arm with Coney Island frankness, as if they were the sole inhabitants of a new Garden of Eden. They were just on the pleasant verge of an intimacy which each, unknown to the other, very much desired. He turned greedily to her, and she to him, to hear the lightest word. They impeded the mid stream of promenaders while he turned up the collar of her jacket. When he guided her around a corner, helped her up a step, or passed her through the crowd before him he reached a protect ive arm about her waist and let it re main long after these slight excuses for its presence there had passed. He wore his hat jauntily on one side of his head, and he tried to be witty be yond telling. "We’ll getta peanutty fer de monk,” he said, swinging her around to a ven dor of nuts and candies. “How mucha? Fiva centa? Sure,” and paid out the coin like a man of money. He put the bag of peanuts in the coat pocket that was nearest her, and invited her to help herself —which she did. Neces sarily, his hand met hers sometimes in the pocket, and held it there until the difficulties of making a passage through the crowd parted them again. He chaffed her delicately because she ate so many nuts. “Here,” he said, “yeh’ll make yerself sick. You ain’t the monkey I got them fer.” She smiled gayly, winking a happy ye at him as she broke a shell be tween her small white teeth. It is cer tain that he looked longingly at the lips that parted to show those teeth. "Are yeh tryin’ teh make a monkey of me?” she asked. This overwhelmingly witty retort, coming so unexpectedly, jolted him into a loud laugh. He choked and coughed. She giggled. They stood for a moment, helpless with laughter, and even after they had sobered sufficient ly tc walk together again, he replied to her inward convulsions with deep chuckles of the throat. He was proud of her. Ordinarily, the lady in these affairs does nothing but giggle and again giggle, giggling in sipid admiration of the camel who sets a heavy footed wit capering for her amusement. Here was a girl who smiled and answered back. He thought upon it deeply, chuckling over it and saying nothing. She understood that he approved of her retort and she could not help but try the point of it in mem ory again and giggle. She put her hand in his pocket and he trapped it, smiling down on her with anew feeling of sympathy. She answered his look with its fellow, pleased with the compliment of his laughter. They went down the walk so, to the tiger s cage, where a crowd had gath ered to watch the small boys in the front row r who were teasing the big brute with sticks and nutshells. The couple elbowed a way into the press of people and were crashed together in it. He had an excuse for putting an arm around her. “There’s Tammany fer yeh,” he said of the tiger. “Hello, Dick.” “He’ll get out,” she was afraid. "Not on yer life,” he reassured her. The tiger beat the floor of the cage with its tail, opened its pink jaws and yawned a melancholy roar. She pre tended to be mightily frightened, caught at his free hand and was imme diately wrapped more tightly in his protecting arm. “Say,” he chuckled, “yeh’ro not scared, are yeh?” “Well, w’y don’t they leave the poor thing alone?” she said. “It might break those little bars.” He made no answer, having his arms and mind full of other Jiings. She felt quiet, too, and they stood gazing, speechlessly contented, at nothing at all. The boys poked sticks between the bars, and the tiger roared dismal- ly; but these two did not heed it. They were in a stupid daze of happiness, the usual condition of Central Park lovers, who will sit, so, on a bench for hours together without speaking. A police man finally stirred on the stagnant stream of sightseers again with his “Keep movin’, there; keep movin’, now.” and they were elbowed out of their stupor. “He keeps movin’,” he said, resent fully. She busied herself with a peanut, doubtful whether she had not given him too much encouragement, whether he had not been simply amusing him self with her. They drifted down to the cage where the eagles and the buzzards were shut up together. There had been trouble among the birds, and they were sulk ing in all corners of the cage. “ook as If they’d been three years married,” she said. He regarded her doubtfully. He would have liked to reply to her sar casm. but marriage was an awful sub ject to discuss in such circumstances. He held his breath at thought of it, and fell back on the peanuts. She not ed his silence. When they came to the ostriches he said “Rubber neck,” and they both laughed as heartily as if the ostriches had not heard that same remark from every wit who had passed that day. “Gee,” he said of the rhinoceros, “I'm glad I ain’t got an upper lip like that to shave,” and she was hysterical again. He grew bolder, and when she called to the deer with a hissing noise of the lips, he said: “Yeh’re scared to do that teh me.” This sounded too flippant. She turned on him quickly. “But you ain’t a deer,” she said snappishily. He w’as flatly crestfallen. She blew hot and cold in a breath. Why did she speak to him like that? He had been only joking. He followed her in a sulk. She watched him from the corner of an eye. going over the evidence she had accumulated in the process of emotion al vivisection which she had been prac tising on him. It amounted to this: That he would put on his overcoat to please her, even when he did not need it: that he looked at her with a full eye of admiration: that he avoided a cheap discussion of marriage; that she should change him from the highest of good spirits to the lowest of bad, without a word. This promised something serious. She slipped her hand into his pocket for a nut again. He did not follow it. “Yeh’re mad,” she said. “No, I ain’t” he contradicted sullen ly. “Yes, yeh are,” she repeated with great cheerfulness. “An’ I wouldn't be so silly if I was you.” “But yeh’re not me.” he retorted. “Yes, yeh are,” she said irrelevantly. “Who is? • • * W’hat?” he frowned. “What I said yeh wasn’t,” she said slyly, biting a peanut. That bewildered him. “Eh?” he que ried, puzzling over it. “Would yeh rather be one of them?” she asked, taking his arm again, and nodding at the bears. “A bear?” he smiled. “W”at’d I want teh be a bear fer?” “I dunno.” she said, “w’t did yeh want teh be a bear fer?” He grinned. “I wasn’t, was I?” he said, rather proud of it “Yep,” she nodded. “Come on, now, an* give peanuts to th’ other bear.” He went jauntily up to Bruin, and fed peanuts to it in the most daring manner. He put a hand almost within reach of its claws, and even ventured to lay a nut fearlessly on the back of the huge paw that was thrust through the bars to him. She drew back on his arm. “Don’t, don’t,” she whispered, “he’ll scratch yeh. Aw, Jim, don't.” “That's all right,” he said bravely, picking out another nut. She drew him away. “Now, yeh mustn’t,” she said. “Come on, an’ sit down here. He was withdrawn from his foolhar- THE WEEKLY NEWS, CARTERSVILLE, GA. | diness with reluctance. “That was all right,” he said. “I wouldn't let him | get me.” “Sit down,” she said. "I'm tired,” | seating herself on a public bench. He was all anxiety in a moment. “Here,” he said, putting his arm i around her shoulders, “lean back now.” She laid her head on his arm, and looked up at him with a comfortable smile. “Don’t yeh want ter put on yer coat?” she asked. “Not except yer want me ter,” he said. She reached out for his other hand at this whole-souled surrender. And they sat there, hand in hand, his arm about her neck, his free hand lovingly fingering her ear, looking unutterable tenderness at close range into each others’ faces. A number of the pass ers-by turned to stare at them, but they did not mind it. She had tacitly accepted him as her “steady,” and he knew it. The world might go hang.— New York Commercial Advertiser. CARRIER PICEONS IN WAR. Successful Experiments wit li Hie Birds by the French Army and Navy. The French army has interested it self of late in the question of using carrier or homing pigeons on recon noissance duty with very satisfactory results. In the experiments the pig eons assigned to the patrols are car ried in baskets on the backs of the cav alrymen, as the infantryman carries his knapsack. Inside the basket are tubes made of wickerwork lined with horse hair paddings, in which the pig eons are placed. It was found that without the tubes a long trot would render the birds unfit for service, and when the tubes were made of tin the back of the bird was seriously chafed. The tube makes the bird hold his wings and feet close to his body. Of course, after long confinement in this cramped position he gets very stiff, to avoid which a bag of light open-mesh mate rial is carried along in the basket in which the bird is placed at night, and whenever the column halts or rests. The bag is also used when giving the animals food and drink. In this way they may be kept in good condition for at least a week. The pigeons used in this work are taken from any available army station and placed before the ride in the port able pigeon houses or in a special wagon skilfully arranged to prevent the birds from experiencing any shocks or concussions on the road. The birds arc trained to return to their own port able houses, even though the latter may have changed location since they left it. The messages sent by the patrols are tied to one of the tail feathers. Twelve men are detailed in the army each year to learn the methods for training car rier pigeons in all their details. During the last fleet maneuvers on the west coast of France 114 pigeons were let loose from the Iphigenie at 7.30 a. m. and by 9 a. m. all but two had arrived at their home station in Rennes, and these two arrived later. Sixty-four pigeons were released on the cruiser Bruix and all arrived safely at their destination. The thunder of the guns did not affect the pigeons in the least, showing that they can be used in the midst of an action. GUAINT AND CURIOUS. The largest horned beetle can carr> 315 times his own weight. One has been known to walk away with a 2 1-4- pound weight. A machine that washes and dries 8000 dishes an hour has been invented, and it is guaranteed that plates, cups, saucers and other dishes come out of the wash without a scratch. The canal boat industry of middle England seems to have been relegated to the women. Nearly 30,000 of them spend their lifetime in driving the teams that haul the boats and in steer ing the boats themselves. While a large oak was being sawed into lumber at L. C. Beem’s mill, at Richwood, 0„ the other day, the cir cular saw struck an obstruction in the log which completely wrecked the saw and endangered the lives of the work men. The log was chopped apart, and almost in its heart was found the steel head of an ax, which must have been broken off there at least 30 years ago, as Indicated by that number of con centric rings surrounding it as a cen tre. A well known scientific professor of Oxford used to stimulate his pupils to collect biological anecdotes for him; but he gave it up ever after the day when one bold undergraduate ventured to assert, “Sir, I know a man whose sister has a tame jellyfish, which she has taught to sit up and beg.” A friend of the Inquirer, who has a rep utation for liberality, asserts that jel lyfishes “who have learned to sit up and beg” are not uncommon. The amount of light that can be ob tained from fire flies is not generally known. These insects have two bright spots on their thorax and also brilliant wings on the abdomen, and give light sufficient to enable one to read at a little distance. Two or three placed in the centre of a room will shed a soft light all over it. They are very common in Havana, Brazil. Guiana, Venezuela and Mexico. In those coun tries at night the natives affix the little creatures to their shoes, and thus obtain light to see the road and frigh ten away tnc snakes. Mexican women use them as jewels. They tie them in little gauze bags and put them in their hair or on their clothing. They keep them in wire cages and feed them on scraps of sugar cane. ' WHEN SLEEP COMES NOT ALL RULES AND ADVICE OFTEN TIMES PROVE UNAVAILING. It Is Kasy to Sav “Don’t Worry” but Not So Very Kasy to t arry Out The Seven Old 'lime I.uies of Sleep and the Sheep That Jump Over the Fence. If there is anything most irritating to a worried and troubled spirit it is the calm advice that slips smoothly from the tongue of the untroubled. “Don’t worry,” and “Take it easy” be come mere insults when there is no way of taking it easy and plenty of cause for worry, and it is really a very amiable person who doesn’t resent them. It is also a very amiable person who feels no fierce rage against the sheep jumping over a fence that some one has told her to count when court ing sleep. As the long, weary hours slip by and the distant hum of the streets sinks to its lowest ebb and every one else in the house goes on sleeping more or less noisily, those sheep are only so many more incen tives to brain activity, and by the time several hundred have leaped over the visionary barrier it is time to change the treatment and recall other sure methods for curing sleeplessness. The best way to cure the evil, ac cording to an old authority, is to pre vent by observing seven very simple rules. A good bed; sufficient exercise to produce weariness, and pleasant oc cupation; good air and not too warm a room; freedom from too much care; a clear stomach; a clear conscience; avoidance of stimulants and narcotics —there are the only requisites, and the only wonder is that any one ever suf fers from a white night after reading them. But a second reading shows that the old authority was but another of those wily advisers who transported the don’t worry doctrine into different words. How is the person of many, many cares going to get that freedom from too much care? Pleasant occu pation doesn’t always come at will. A clear conscience is sometimes an af terthought. But on all these points and their bearing on sleeplessness the old authority is stupidly silent, though verbose enough on the blessings of sleep and the evils of the lack thereof. You may look him full in the page and demand what he means by a sure way to cure insomnia, but he only smiles hack blandly. “Don’t worry,” and you know just about as much as you did before. Sleep is commonplace, but it is nev ertheless interesting. When we go to sleep the first muscles to become re laxed are those that move the arms and legs, taking precedence on this point of the muscles which maintain the body in an erect position. Sleep, of course, may occur in a sitting posi tion or even while standing, but still the recumbent position has much to do with it. Sleep is generally sounder with a low pillow than with a high one and therefore a state of wakefulness at night may be overcome in some de gree by lowering the head till it is on a level with the rest of the body. Of the senses, that of sight is the first lost when sinking into slumber, the eyelids forming a barrier between the retina and the outside world. Even, however, if for any reason the eyelids did not close, as from disease or because they had been removed, the sense of sight would still be the first to become dead to the world. Some animals do not close their eyes when asleep. The other senses disappear in the order of taste, smell, hearing and touch. It follows, therefore, that one is most easily weakened by the sense of touch; next in order by sounds and so on back through the list. Sleep ob tained two hours before midnight, when the negative forces are in opera tion, gives the rest which most re freshes the system. It is not the best plan to sleep mainly on the back, but it is well to try various positions, and sleep occasionally on the left side and occasionally on the right. The right side is the better of the two to lie upon, as it leaves the action of the heart quite free. Really, though, the body may be relied upon to select its own position. Sleep will cure many things. The lack of it is almost certain to cause leanness, while sound slumber will re lieve anything, from a headache to an all-consuming sorrow. It will do much toward curing dyspepsia, particularly that kind known as nervous dyspepsia. It will cure neuralgia. It will cure an irritable temper—for a time. It is a prime necessity, without which we would suffer speedy dissolution. Granted all these points, how is sleep to be obtained at will? Is the eter nal question. How in spite of a great sorrow, or of neuralgia, may that de licious moment be hastened when “a gentle failing of the perceptions comes slowly creeping over us; the conscious ness disengages itself more and more with slow and hushing degrees, like a fond mother detaching her hand from that of her sleeping child; the mind seems to have a balmy lid closed, closed together, and the mysterious spirit of sleep has gone to take its airy round? Well, there are ways and w r ays. In Blinn’s “Anatomy of Sleep: or the Art of Procuring Sound and Refresh ing Slumber at Will,” published in London in 1842, the principal feature ■was that the sufferer from insomnia should fix his attention on his own breathing. “He must depict to him self that he sees the breath passing from his nostrils in a continuous stream, and the very instant that he brings his mind to conceive this apart from all other ideas consciousness and memory depart.” Of course, that is only another variation of the sheep and-fence idea, but with some persons it is likely to be more efficacious. Nervous persons are most likely to be troubled with wakefulness and gen erally they are troubled at the same time with too much blood in the brain and with cold extremities. If they will rise and get a fairly new crash towel that has not become smooth with wear and with it chafe the body and the ex tremities, the excessive amount of blood will be withdrawn from the brain and sleep may follow. Again it may not. A cold bath, or a sponge bath and rubbing, or a rapid walk in the open air will aid in equalizing cir culation and promoting sleep. “Go up and down stairs a few times before re tiring,” advises some one with his mind evidently upon the privileges of the flathouse dweller. A warm bath at night will sometimes bring sleep, al though the frequent use of this cure is not to be encouraged, since warm baths taken frequently produce debil ity. Another plan, particularly good in cases of over excitement of the brain, is that of applying a wet towel to the back of the neck, fastening a dry towel over it, to prevent too rapid ex halation. Cold water is usually chos en, though warm water may be used. When sleepless on account of the heat, try the effect of warm water upon the feet. It will aften give the required relief that ends in sleep. Counting one, two, three and so on is an old and tried method of induc ing forgetfulness. If you can count in any but your native tongue so much the better, for you are likely to pay more strict attention to the foreign nu merals. You must combine your count ing with your breathing to make it of any value. With each long and regu lar breath dole out one of your num bers, and if you are not too cumbered with care you may fall asleep before you have reached the round hundred. Again, a thought by its very immensity may bring sleep. Instead of pinning your attention down to one strict line of thought, try thinking of anything, something that is both simple and vast. The very idea of the ocean or of the sky may swallow up the little per plexities that cause wakefulness. There are some natural perversities about sleep. When there is every rea son for watchfulness and wakefulness, then It Is prone to come, uninvited. When there is every reason why it would be more than ordinarily wel come, it stands afar off. It never seems so persistent in forcing its presence as when the alarm clock sounds and it is time to rise. On holidays and Sundays, when there is time for an extra snooze, it smilingly departs before dawn. There is one thing upon which author ities agree, and that is that one should sleep until he naturally wakes. —New York Sun. AMERICA’S LARCEST WATER-WORKS. Boston to Poftfieftft the Greatest Reservoir in the World. “Operations are in progress today near Boston which will ultimately give to that city the proud distinction of possessing he greatest reservoir of pure drinking water in the world. “Moreover, when present plans have been realized, Boston can safely claim that she has accomplished more, has looked further into the future, and has had a stronger regard for the health and welfare of her citizens than any other city, either in this country or abroad. These are strong words, but they are amply borne out by facts, “Few people, even those in and about Boston, realize the enormous ex tent of the new waterworks system inaugurated in 1895, and now well on toward completion. They know that a law was passed five years ago, placing the existing system in the hands of a commission called the Metropolitan water board, and that something is being done to bring water from the vicinity of Clinton, Mass., but the true condition of affairs is practically un known. It will surprise even those who should be personally interested to learn that within half a decade, the greatest reservoir ever built will be in operation within 32 miles cf Boston. “It will be even a greater surprise for them to learn that, when the sys tem now under construction is finish ed, not only Boston, but also the cities of Chelsea, Everett, Malden, Medford, Newton and Somerville and the towns of Belmont, Hyde Park, Melrose, Re vere, Watertown and Winthrop, con stituting what is known as the Met ropolitan water district, will be kept amply supplied with water, notwith standing the natural increase in popu lation, until 1950. It is this half-cen tury step into the future that will give Boston the well-earned reputation of providing for her people according to their honest needs and their deserts. “The magnitude of the new water works system is impressive. It will include, as stated before, the largest reservoir for notable water in the world, a great aqueduct and a system of distribution, constructed on modern principles. To prove the gigantic na ture of the reservoir, it is only neces sary to state that its capacity will reach the enormous extent of 63,008,- 000,000 gallons, or almost twice as much as the new Croton Reservoir near New York City. The building of this reservoir means the flooding of a valley 32 miles from Boston, the com plete or partial submersion of two thriving towns, and the changing of a well-known railway’s right of way through the valley. The increased supply of water to be derived by the Metropolitan district will be better un derstood when it is known that this new Weehusett reservoir will have more than four times the capacity of all the existing Boston water works reservoirs combined.” —H. H. Lewis, in Ainslee’s. When a young man follows his girl to the kitchen when she goes out to prepare supper, that is one sign of an engagement that is genuine. TO PRUF, WITH ViCLETo. I hose flowt from a s-innor, sweet. To go to church with you; li<‘ would not dare to enter there, But if his name comes in your prayer I reliance they’ll hear it, Prue. But let them breathe the. message first He charged them bear to you So sweet n thing in* dare not bring II is rude lips to its whispering; Perchance they’ll teli you, Prue. Harper s Bazar. HUMOROUS. He—Let us get married and live in u flat. She—Are you serious, or just a flatterer? Blobbs —Bjones rules his household with a rod of iron. Slobbs—Yes; over the cook is afraid of him. Property Owner—l have all my houses rented except one. Prospective Tenant —Ah last, DUt not leased. Sillicus—A girl seldom marries her ideal. Cynicus—No; she usually mar ries some other girl’s ideal, just out of spite. Wigwag—Hello! Harduppe. Raising a beard, eh? Harduppe—Yes; it’s eas ier than raising the price of a shave every day. Guest —Say, why do you call that thin bellboy buttons? Clerk —Because he is falling off every day, and there is so much brass about bim. •Mrs. Buggins—The cook has asked for higher wages just because I asked her to do the baking. Mr. Buggins— Well, I suppose you’ll have to give it to her if she needs the dough. Business Man —What is your name, sir? Applicant—Thomas .T. J. J. Jones. “What does the ‘J. J. J.’ stand for?” “Nothing. The man who stood for me when I was christened stuttered.” Tatterdan Torne —I seen a lady dis mornin’ w’at must ’a’ took me fur a mermaid. Wragson Tatters —Dat so? Tatterdan Torne —Y'ep. She asked me if I didn’t feel’s if I w'anted a bath. Visitor —Is the puzzle editor in? Of fice Boy—We ain't got no reg’lar puzzle editor, but you might see that bald headed man over in the corner. He’s tryin’ to figger out just where we stand on de baseball situation. “Good morning, Mr. Black,” said the affable man. “But I am not Mr. Black. My name is White,” replied the oAer. “Of course, of course,” said the affable man. “I trust you will pardon my mistake. Y'ou see, I am a trifle color blind.” “How is the table here? Good?” in quired the new boarder. “Really, I don’t know,” replied the other. “1 thought you had been here some time.” "So I have, but I’ve never seen enough on the table to test it thoroughly. However, I never heard it groan.” A Oliineac* Motlifr-in-Faw Story. "The Experiences of a British Phar macist in China” was the title of an address by Mr. Frank Browne, who w’as introduced as the government analyst at Hong Kong. As illustrating the Chinese regard for filial piety, the lecturer told an in teresting mother-in-law story. A man and his wife maltreated the husband’s mother. Asa punishment the scene of the act was openly cursed, the ac tive agents were put to death and the mother of the wife was bambooed, branded and exiled for her daughter's crime. The house in w’hich the offen ders lived was dug up from the foun dations. Moreover, the scholars of the district were precluded from attending public examinations, and even the magistrates were deprived of their of fice. These drastic measures were de signed to render the empire filial.” — London News. first Appearance of XVire Nalls. When wire nails first made their ap pearance they were bought only by furniture manufacturers and makers of cigar boxes. They were put in packages of from one to five pounds, and when an order for 25 pounds for any one size came in. it vms consid ered a big cne. At first, from 15 to 20 cents per pound was paid for wire nails, and 29 cents per pound for wire cigar box nails. The makers did not clear as much profit, even at these figures, as might be supposed, as they were compelled to buy their iron wire at 50 percent off list —at that time 10 cents per pound for No. nine’ etc., and while the production was of ne cessity small and limited, the expenses of introducing the new article were quite large.—Hardware Dealers’ Maga zine. Marquis of Hnte’s Generosity, Few people have known anything about one instance of generosity on the part of he late Marquis of Bute. He it was who purchased the remains of the historic chapel raised at Ros coff, in Britanny, and dedicated to St. Ninian by Mary Queen of Scots as commemorative of her first landing, in 1548, on the shores of France, to be affianced to the Dauphin. The marquis was only just in time, for the municipal council coveted the spot, in order to build a school upon the site. He not only rescued the ancient chap el—he presented to the town a plot of ground for the school. Famous Father* Fond of Foil*. One of the most characteristic things in the relationship of Justin McCarthy and his son, Justin Hunt ly McCarthy, is their very strong af fection for each other, an affection that has its parallel in the cases of Mr. Chamberlain and Austen Chamberlain and of Sir William Harcourt and his son and private secretary, “Lulu” Har court. Mr. McCarthy and his son used to occupy seats at opposite ends of the same bench in the House. Their method of communication, which was frequent, was by nods and signs.