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MRS. SWAN’S S2O GOLD PIECE. BY LOUISE MARTIN HOPKINS. ; rT is pretty. I Mrs. Swan lifted the end of 'the 1 long strip of linen which lay cross Althea’s lap and looked admir ably at the open-work embroidery ith which it was adorned. Althea smilled assent and went on nipping and drawing out threads, it was a hot June afternoon, and, for he sake of the slight breeze, Althea , a d brought her work out on the iorch. For companionship Mrs. Swan tad followed her, and sat nursing her ir ms on the top step. Every few mo ments Mrs. Swan would arise and lurry into the kitchen to stir some hing that was bubbling and boiling m the stove. Every time she moved r>r clean, crisp calico dress rustled. “Althea,” she gasped, as she sank wn and wiped her face on her apron ter one of these hurried journeys to e hot kitchen. “Althea, I’m going to ik a queer favor of you.” “Yes?” questioned Althea, in snr rised interest. She had never known Irs. Swan to ask a favor of any one. “I want you to loan me a dollar.” irs. Swan made the request with evi lent reluctance. She went on quickly iefore Althea could reply, “You c’n ake it out of your board money.” “Why, certainly,” said Althea, in .mazement, “I owe you more than that, can let you have more than that. I fish you—’’ “No,” interrupted Mrs. Swan, “one lollar is all I shall need. I want to get i piece of linen like this. I want, to nake my sister Sue a bureau scarf or a birthday present.” Mrs. Swan smoothed the shimmering ■urface of the linen with caressing fin ders. “Long’s haven't the right kind. [ want the dollar to go to Went’s and jet a piece just like this.” Althea drew out a lbng shining thread and wound it around her hand. “I know you think it strange* that I should ask you for the money instead of Hiram,” continued Mrs. Swan, look ng suspiciously into Althea’s face for lome sign of inquisitiveness. But Al- Ihea bent placidly over her work. "I did ask Hiram for it last night, tut instead of giving me what I ranted, what do you suppose he did?” Althea bit off a thread and made a light negative motion of her head, lie knew Mrs. Swan’s peculiarities too reil to risk a verbal reply. A word, specially the wrong word, might have isastrous results. "He took a piece of money out of his locket, laid it on the corner of the aantel and went off to bed without lying a word. This morning when I joked at the money I saw that it was 520 gold piece. I thought of course Hat Hiram had made a mistake; you now a S2O gold piece and a silver dol ir are about tue same size and heft, nd it is rather dark in the room; for, ince daylight lasts so long we hardly rer have a light. But at noon when asked him about it, he said no, it as all right; he hadn’t made any mis tke, and kind of grinned, and that as all I could get out of him.” Mrs. Swan paused and Althea knew fat some response was expected from er. A person unacquainted with the Dtricacies of Mrs. Swan’s mind would ave been sure to blunder. Althea light have been consumed with curi- Eity a3 to what happened next, but he only threaded her needle with feat deliberation and remarked casu lly: “Well?” What actually did happen made Al iea catch her breath and shrink away 'em Mrs. Swan as if her friend had :ruck her. ‘‘lt’s just Hiram's meanness!” ex laimed Mrs. Swan, bitterly. “And it’s ist like him. He thought it was fool ih extravagance in me getting the nen. He thought if he gave me one °llar I would spend it for something Biat didn’t amount to anything, but if e gave me twenty dollars I would put in the bank and save it. Save, save; get sick and tired of saving.” Althea’s eyes sparkled with indigna at what she thought to be an un accusation. She opened her lips eak, but thought better of it and them again. ‘jwan, blind to everything but * grievance, went on with her Lt’s just stinginess. He knew If > break into a S2O gold piece a little piece of linen. It |j3e over 60 cents, and I OP getting the thread besides dollar. I’ve earn —” hissing sound, mingled- with of burning fruit juice, came P kitchen, warning Mrs. Swan a supper needed immediate at- I 1 heard her lift a basin from e - empty the contents, and e m to the ice-box. It was cherries, and the delicious °r filled the air. 1 s he came back Mrs. Swan a little ashamed of her anger, silently gazing at the horizon v moments with haunted, burn s - When she spoke gain it was oderation. Ive made such a fool of ray ie said, “I suppose I might tell you the whole story as to Hiram and I fell out on money • It began live years ago last when we built this house. See ‘e fence out there by the side iarn?” v I ' a was well aware of the exist d that fence. She skirted it twice °n her way to and from school, than one rent in gown and testified not only to its exist ence, but to the sharpness and tenacity of its barbs, “Well,” continued Mrs. Swan, “the spring we built this house the 40 acres of land enclosed jy that fence was for sale. Hiram wanted to buy it, but I wanted to build a house. We had money enough to do one of these things, hut not enough for both. Hiram thought the house might wait a year, hut if we didn’t buy the land at once Rube Thornton would. 'I had my heart set on the house. The old shanty that we'd lived in ever since we kept house wasn’t fit to house cattle in. It was leaky and dirty, and the walls were full of mice and roaches and bugs unmentionable. I didn’t feel as if I could live in it another year. So we built, and before the summer was out Rube bought the land and run was out Rube bought the land and run his line fence within ten feet of our barn door. “Hiram was mad, and, of course, blamed me; although the next year, when we got ready to buy, we got bet : ter land for less money on the other side —good smooth farm land, while while Rube’s 40 will never be fit for anything but pasture. But, somehow, the site of that fence so near has al ways seemed to rile Hiram. “I said then that I'd never ask him fer another thing that I could possibly get along without, ana I never have until I asked him for that dollar last night. I’ve paid for all that we’ve eaten and most that we’ve had to wear with butter and poultry, and I’m six months ahead at Long s now.” Mrs. Swan rested her chin in her hand and relapsed into a moody si lence. Althea folded her work and went up-stairs to get the money. A great many things that had puzzled her before were made plain by Mrs. Swan's confidence. She had often wondered why Mr. and Mrs. Swan treated each other with such studied coldness. She had also wondered at the meager furmsnings of the house. The house itself was a handsome and commodious farm-house, hut the fur niture was the same that had been used in the old log shanty. And Mrs. Swan loved pretty things. Althea liked both Mr. and Mrs. Swan. In the eight months that she had made her home with them she had, in spite of airs. Swan’s peculiari ties, come to esteem them highly. Mr. Swan as director of the school district in which she had taught, had especial ly won her respect. He had seemed to her almost an ideal officer, entering heartily into all her schemes for the improvement of the school, and showing no sign of the parsimony of which his wife accused him. As Althea opened a drawer to get her purse, a photograph lying face up wards confronted her. She lifted the velvet case and looked long into the pictured face. The clear eyes seemed to gaze back at her with anew signifi cance. It was Hugh, dear Hugh, who was working so hard and so patiently to prepare the little home for her com ing. Althea saw the dear face through the mist of an almost overwhelming desire to see him at once. She wanted to lay her arm around his neck and listen to his heart heat, while they made their vows all over again. Would they, could she and Hugh ever come to be to each other what Mr. and Mrs. Swan were? The suggestion was altogether abhorrent to Althea. She had not presumed to hope that their united lives could be all sun shine; sickness would come, and troubles and worries common to hu mankind; aye, even death itself might for a time separate them. But not this other — Althea laid the little picture down on the bureau and bowed her face upon it. “Not that,’ she murmured; “oh, anything but that.” It was almost a prayer. Althea walked slowly down stairs and laid the dollar in Mrs. Swan’s hand. “I guess Hiram’s afraid we’ll all die in the poorhouse,” Mrs. Swan re marked facetiously, as Althea re sumed her work. But Althea couhl not make a jest of it. To her it was a very serious mat ter. She tried to seo her own future from Mrs. Swan's point of view and it frightened her. She looked up quickly, almost defiantly. She must speak. “Mrs. Swan, you are mistaken. Your husband want’s you to have that S2O gold piece.” Althea's voice was very stern. “Wha-wha-at did you say?” gasped Mrs. Swan. “He wants you to have that money for your very own. He’s sorry that be was cross with you about the house, and he wants to make it up in some way. Oh, Mrs. Swan, please forgive me for speaking. But you have all been so kind to me, and I cannot bear to see you misunderstand each other in this cruel manner.” Althea was getting incoherent. The instant the words had left her lips she would have given worlds to have recalled them. Mrs. Swan was very angry. Her lips were set in a straight line, and Althea was conscious-strick en at the effect of her interference. She knelt on the floor and slipped her arms around Mrs. Swan's waist. “Please forgive me,” she pleaded. “I know that Mr. Swan meant for you to have the S2O gold piece to do with as you like. He didn’t say so because he didn't know how to come at it; men are such proud, stupid creatures. He THE WEEKLY NEWS, CARTERSVILLE, OA. wouldn’t care one bit if you spent every cent of it lor bureau scarfs.” Althea laughed a little nervous laugh at her own absurd suggestion, and the awful lines about Mrs. Swans lips re laxed a little. Althea’s hopes arose. After a long pause, during which Mrs. Swan seemed swayed between the two extremes of anger and remorse, she said abruptly: “But S2O is a great deal of money. What could I do with so much?” Althea felt that the battle was won. If she eonld only be discreet now all would be well. To say the right thing in the right way was what she must do. The S2O gold piece was a peace offering, and the success of its mission depended upon herseif. Wellington marshaling liis hosts at Waterloo was not more circumspect than she. “Oh, you can get rid of it,” she said brightly, “never fear as to that part of it.” She picked up her work, and went on in the most matter-of-fact tone. “You can get your linen for one thing, and you can get one of those gingham dress patterns that you thought so pretty. Then you might make Mr. Swan a present of an arm-chair with part of it. Hasn't he a birthday or an anniversary of some sort coming soon that you can remind him of in this way ?” Mrs. Swan vouchsafed no reply to these bold suggestions. She sat stiff and unyielding, but Althea saw that she was interested in spite of herself, and went bravely on. , “You ought to subscribe for a couple of good periodicals for Rob. He needs them. It would help keep him away from the saw mill. Haven’t you no ticed that he never goes the evenings my magazine comes?” This last was a very adroit move on Althea’s part. Mrs. Swan’s life wa3 made burdensome a great share of the time by her only son’s predilection for haunting the dangerous neighborhood of the saw mill, and by his association with more or less disreputable char acters -who frequented the mill. “Then there is always the library fund,” went on Althea gayly. “You can give a dollar to that. I had planned to solicit 50 cents from each family. But to help you dispose of this troublesome S2O gold piece, I will let you give more. Then with the vast sum which we expect to realize from our grand last-day entertainment, we will be quite rich.” Althea had planned to close her career as a district schoolteacher by laying the foundation of a library in the Swan district. And lightly as she spoke of the project its success was very near her heart “Well,” admitted Mrs. Swan, after another prolonged silence, during which Althea vacillated between hope and despair, “maybe I have been stub born and blind. If I have, I’ve been well punished for it. I’m going to think it over. Anyway, Althea, you’re a good girl.” And Althea was more than satisfied with this meager ad mission of Mrs. Swan’s forgiveness. For three days Mrs. Swan went about her work with the jerky abstraction of one Inwardly perturbed. Every morn ing when Althea came down to break fast she cast a surreptitious glance at the corner of the mantel where the S2O gold piece lay in serene purity of metal. On the fourth morning she caught her breath with a little gasp of ner vous uncertainty when she saw that the yellow disc was gone. Mrs. Swan was cutting thin slices of ham for Althea s lunch. She glanced quickly at Althea when she came into the room. Her cheeks were quite pink, and her eyes were suffused with anew, soft light. Next Tuesday’s our wedding anni versary, she said in a low, joyous tone. “We’ve been married just 15 years. I’m going to get Hiram one of those arm-chairs at Duffey’s. I'll hitch up and come along by the schoolhouso this afternoon about 4 o’clock, and you can come along and help pick it out. Which do you suppose he’d like best, the leather or the plush’ 7 ” “The leather, of course, you dear little woman,” said Althea, as she walked around the table and kissed Mrs. Swan on the forehead.— The La dies’ World. Animal* in Fbte. Every one will recall the Aesopic story of the lion and the mouse; how the life of the mighty monarch was saved by the small creature whom he once had spared, says George S. Hill man in the Atlantic. To our recogni tion in this story of a truth universal in its human application is due, al most entirely, our interest in the mouse and the lion. In our eves they are not a mouse and a lion, but two men teaching the lessons that the mighty shall be humbled, that nothing is too insignificant to be of some ser vice, and that it is good to cast bread upon the waters. We do not stop to consider whether a lion understands the mouse language, or whether a mouse is given to gratitude. They are merely convenient fo-ms. essentially human, and they show animal char acteristics only very secondarily, when at. all. In the Indian tales where animals figure as chief charac ters, the method is the same, though there is often the added purpose of doctrinal instruction, feasible because of the Buddhistic belief in the trans migration of men’s souls into the bodies of beasts. The Bible shows a similar use; and perhaps in all litera ture there is not a nobler instance of the introduction of anima’s to teach ethical truth than is to be found in the parable of the lost sheen. National Telephone* in Noivrur. The Norwegian government has pur chased the private telephones of the country and the telephone service of the kingdom is now in the hands of the government. A SINGLE-TAX TOWN. ALABAMA COLONY THAT WILL IN TEREST ECONOMISTS. Tlif I‘nlrlinpe sintl It* Vur -I|t\v iln* \ ISecn Tr'n*- (nritusl Not Cdmiiiiitiutic A f*r i'utf amt tin* ]> i. *.'•)>*( iii4*< I. In the southern part of the state of Alabama, on the eastern shore of Mo bile bay. and surrounded by pine forests, there is a unique village, bear ing the name of Fairhope. It boasts that it is the only single-tax colony on earth, and its one newspaper, issued twice a month, carries as its motto the sentence. "We Will Make Good Theo ries Work.” This colony is an inter esting study for economists. The aims and convictions of its members lie ostensibly along the line mapped out by Herbert Spencer and Henry George. Following the teachings of the former, inculcated in the words, “Every man has freedom to uo all that he wills, provided he infringes not on the equal freedom of any other man,” these col onists consider wrong the “treating of land as private property to be bought and sold, the same as things which are the product of human labor and which each may directly or indirectly pro vide for himself. ’ The application of this law of equal freedom seems in this instance to have resulted in the purchase of an amount of land by the association, which pays all taxes upon it, and then leases it to the individuals who are subject only to a rental charge, varying in every ease accord ing to the location and natural ad vantages of their land. Any amount left over after paying the taxes is expended by the association for the common benefit. Whoever leases the land may be independent in the use of it, and may sell all improvements and assign his lease subject only to the ap proval of tne association, which latter privilege is reserved by them in order to protect tne community against un desirable tenants. It is not the object of this article to state in full tne methods of govern ment employment by these Fairhope colonists, but rather to give an account of the prosperous results attending their efforts after a five years’ applica ttion of their theories. In the autumn of 1894 these pioneers of a unique cause landed at Fairhope, then a tract of pine land situated on high bluffs commanding a view of Mobile bay. Overlooked in the march of civiliza tion, or, to put it more truthfully, counted impracticable, as a summer resort by the builders of the many little bathing settlements along the eastern shore of the bay, tnis really beautiful tract of pine lands had been left untouched by all save time, which had given an added grace to its red bluffs by broidering its cliffs with a tangle of vines, magnolia trees and the silver-leafed aspen. These, in their unpruned glory, as well as the tall, stawlart pines standing in thick groves back from the bluffs, made of Fair hope a solemnly magnificent spot, where the wind and the waves held undisputed sway. All this was changed, however, with the advent of the colonists. The asso ciation went to work at once, laying out an avenue, with intersecting streets, thinning out the pines, and starting dwelling houses. They built their own steamboat pier and bath house, and added a recreation stand for the benefit of the younger members of .the colony. Upon the 700 acres of land first purchased they built their homes, each landholder paying a nom inal sum to the association. These dwellings, western in style, as most of these settlers are from the west, gave a thriving air to the village. A good school, library, and non-sectarian house of worship show them progres sive and liberal in their Ideas. From the vague rumors which reach outsiders a false impression has been gained of these colonists. They have been counted as followers of the Brook Farm contingent, and the visitor to their village is prepared tofindasmall handful of peopje leading a communal life very much on the order of that described in “The Blithedale Ro mance.” What one really sees is a mode of life as far removed from communistic, socialistic, or purely philanthropic principles as it is possi ble for life to be. Each colonist leads a separate existence in his own home, raising independent crops, and in no way contributing to the common wel fare or prosperity of the community, except by the yearly rent or lease for his property, and his good behaviour as a citizen. The village, like every other, has its country store, around which a great part of the interest of its townspeople centres, near which is an aermotor, from which, after some considerable ex pense and trouble, an unexcelled water supply has been secured. Altogether, the village of Fairhope is not unlike any other of the small villages along the coast, its principal exception prov ing the really excellent homes it can boast of. Modern in architecture, comfortable, and with a great many improvements, they give the new and untried village a prosperous western air. A glimpse into their living rooms reveals the comforts and some of the luxury of city life —a fact surprising j and unique when one realizes that j such homes are set down in the midst j of a pine forest, guiltless, up to half a j score of years ago, of any devastating j or improving hand. The association now' owns some : 12,000 acres of land. Upon a part of this excellent crops are raised. Their grapes obtain a ready sale in the St. Loais market; their peaches are noted in all the vicinity for size and flavor. It is difficult to prophesy how this colony is destined to thrive. If criti cism were needed one might suggest a little Inure practical inaua.vment o? its affairs, but perhaps such a critiekm ir unjust when one lae.es into con sideration (he fact that it is a township rnnrie up principally cf impractical, discouraged vtvv- **r. who havt come to this spot in tvd rto stait anew t!io struggle for a living, and who, thank ful to have obtained a foothold in a community where competition and overcrowding are comparatively un known. are content to leave unchanged a condition unique in the annals of municipal government. Fairhope is but a blossom—an ex perimental flower, destined to come to fruition, provided time and the op portunity are given it to mature in congenial soil. Exactly what this flower may be called, whether it will prove itself of superior neauty, re mains to be seen. The natural advantages of Fairhope are great. At an elevation of 120 feet above tidewater, it commands a mag nificent view across the bay and out to the Gulf beyond, upon whose waters the great ships of commerce may be seen passing baca and forth to the various marts of the world. Up to its curving beach, with its glistening white sand and gray driftwood evi dencing many a storm outside in the gulf, whose waters toss the remnants of wrecks far inland, there are views of as glorious sunsets as ever inspired a r.oet or an artist. The solemn pines outline their dark forms against the sky line, and at nightfall the wind and the soft lapping of the waves may be heard. To men tired of the world’s struggle, whose nerves need relaxation from the tension of great cities, such a place as this little experimental colony would seem a fair hope indeed. Its members have faith in its success, and welcome its advertisement in any form. Yet, in a way, they appear peculiarly unbusinesslike. Another five years will naturally bring about a definite change in its aspect—just what the change will be one cannot surmise. The colonists themselves await with patience and fauh all fur ther developments, and consider that the natural outcome will be success.— Elizabeth M. Elgin, in the New York Evening Post. QUAINT AND CURIOUS. Butterflies can stand great cold and still live. Butterflies lying frozen on the snow, and so brittle that they break unless they are carefully han dled, will recover and fly away, when warmed. Naturalists say a lion always places its head near the ground when roar ing. The beasts probably do so on the principle that the earth, being a conductor of sound, the other lion or animal he is roaring at can not fail to hear him. Goldfish live to a great age. There are a few in the Royal AquArium at St. Petersburg. Russia, that are known to be 150 years old. while the Chinese claim to have goldfish whose ages are counted by centuries. The great goldfish farm of the world is in Indiana, where thousands reared and exported to England every year. A Salem minister was reading a paper not long ago on the Salem mar tyrs or witches, when, in the midst of the address, a black cat with yellow eyes and tail erect marched down the aisle directly before the speaker, and looked him in the face as if to chal lenge every disparaging word respect ing the association of the “imp of darkness” with such as he. In China all fence gates that, swing, swing in. In America most gates swing out. In China all doors that, swing open outward. In America doors open inward. The reason given for swinging gates and doors there in China is that they are mire con venient when they are swung that way, and it is the custom. Tn America the gates and doors are swung in op posite directions for the same reason. If a recent report from Chicago is to be believed that city is the home of one of the strongest men in the country. The dispatch referred to as serted that two burglars drove up to the door of the residence of a million aire banker in a cutter, and while one of them held the horse the other climbed up the front porch, pried open a window and carried out a 300-pound safe. Chicago may well be proud of a man who could bold a 300-pound safe under one arm while sliding down a veranda post. Valne of the Discipline!! Mint!. The world needs men and women who are sufficien’ unto themselves, able to stand alone and make the most of trying and unpleasant conditions. The discipline of the life should be ro make our knowledge and resources available for practical use. What mat ters it that we read every book in the world, and gain all the knowledge that science and art can teach us. if we cannot put this information to use either to the nroflt of mr minds or physical conditions? The greatest use of knowledge and culture is not for money-making, for achieving ma terial success in the struggle for life, but to sweeten and discipline our selves. The philosopher who has gained the true key to knowledge stands aloof from the thronging crowds of eager money-makers and reputation-seekers. He is content to know that the visible attainments of life are not the highest and dearest. Others may strive for them, but he longs for the intellectual pleasures which come only to the disciplined soul. —A. S. Atkinson, M. M., in the Woman’s Home Companion. TODAY. "To-day” unsullied comes to thee-'* new-born, To-morrow is not thine; . Tin- sun may cease to shine For thee, ere < arth shall greet its mom. *■ earnest, then, in thought and deed, Nor fiar approiii Ling night; i aim comes with i vetting light. And Lope, and peace. Thy duty heed “to-day.” —John Uuskiu. ' HUMOROUS. Charlie —Docs sho return your love? Freddie—Ya-as; she says she has no use for it. Wigg—D’Auber, the painter, says he is wedded to his profession. Wagg— A bachelor of art, eh? Muggins—There goes a fellow who sticks up for his employer. Huggins- - Who is he? Muggins —A bill poster. Dußrau —There goes a man who has a good many drawbacks. Forge —Who is he? Dußrau —A peddler cf mustard plasters. “Do make yourselves at home, la dies,” said the unfortunately careless hostess one day to her visitors. “I’tn at home myself, and I wi h you all were.' Hoax —Did you ever notice that trol ley motormen always give funerals the right of way. Jcax—-Certainly. Why shouldn't they observe the funeral rites? "You have a keen sense of humor,” said the phrenologist, “and a great reverence for old age.” "What a gnat joke writer I would have made,” mur mured the subject. Smith —Say, Sappy, what’s the trouble between you and llragg? Ho says the next time he sec3 you he'll knock some sense into that head of yours. Saphead—Huh! He can’t do it. Mr. Askit —And how do you like keeping a diary. Miss Gabbeigh—Oh, it keeps me so busy writing about what I have been doing that I do not have any time to do anything to write about. Bluffer —Why did you pull that tooth before I was ready? Dr. Dent —Weren’t you ready? Bluffer —Naw, I wasn’t. Dr. Dent—Oh, very well; I’ll pull an other just to give you one mere chance. Mrs. Newrich —Now this here ball dress o’ mine must have a train to it. Modiste —Yes, madam, what sort of a train? Mrs. Newrich —Why, suppose you put on one o’ them vestibule trains you read about so much in the papers. TWO EACLES KILL A DEER. A l.ninbdrman’R Story of a f'iglit In lli Wood* of Maine*. W. P. Oakes, who has just returned to Dover, Me., from a surveying expe | dition in the Moosehead region, | brings back a story of a fight between two hungry eagles and a deer, which was related to him by an eye witness of the affair, S. D. Rice of Guilford, a lumberman. One morning Rice started from camp with a sled. In following the tote road he observed some distance ahead of him a fine deer, which disappeared on his approach. Continuing on to a bend in the road he again saw the deer, which again withdrew as the sled ad vanced. Not more than five minutes later Mr. Rice was astonished to see, stretched out dying in the snow mar the road side, the identical deer that had fled on seeing him, and perched upon its side were two large blaek white-head ed eagles. The birds flew away on seeing Rice. He thinks they must have weighed 40 or 50 pounds each and have had a spread of wings of from six to eight feet. He thinks the eagles had been watch ing the deer for some time and waiting until it had reached an open spot in the woods so they could attack it. Then they hurled themselves upon the ani mal with terrific force and laid him low with blows from wings and beaks; Mr. Rice picked the deer dp and placed it upon his sled, intending to take it hack to camp and save its !ifo if possible, but before he had driven half a mile further the deer breathed its last. The sharp beaks of the eagles had severed a number of arteries in the animal’s neck and it bled to death on the sled. —New York Sun. ~ * t t?om4 l.ifo in ilapun, In Japan the higher class ladies never go to market; the market comes to them. That is, Ihc dealers call and offer wares for sale at their customers’ doors. The fish merchant brings his stock, and if any is sold prepares it for cooking. The green grocer, the sake dealer, and nowadays the meat man all go to their patrons’ bouses. In the morning the ladies are frequent ly engaged in the characteristic oreu pation of doing harimona; that is, in starching old clcvthcs and spreading them on large boards to dry in the sun shine. This is the first step to making over old garments, and is done, in the open air. Nearly all Japanese women make their own clothes; at all events, even the vry richest embroider their garments themselves. They are very economical little dressmakers.—* Woman’s Home Companion. AdjnstHblt* Author*. The most cheerful antho: —Samuel Smiles. The noisest —Howells. The tallest—Longfellow. The most flowery—Hawrhome. The holiest—Pope. The happiest —Gay. The most amusing—Thomas Tiekell. The most fiery—Burns. The most talkative—Chatterten. The most distressed —Akcnside— Chicago Times-Hcrald.