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A Need Satisfied. BY VIRGINIA LORING. I lacked five years of my two-seore .iud-ten. and was living alone in the ;n ug little house left me by my father, just on the outskirts of London. The house, a few valuable articles of plate and some £SOOO constituted all ray vorldly goods. I kept them all under Q y own personal surveillance. Of tanks I had ray own opinion, and I luew a far safer place for my little h>ard than intrusting it to strange and isrhaps dishonest men. 1 was sitting one afternoon in my tretty little drawing room, revolving n my mind the improvement a little paint and wall paper might be, and at the same time unwilling to expend the necessary sum. when my neat little maid-servant announced that a gentle man had called to see me. 1 took a hasty glance in the mirror to convince myself that my hair was in order and my cap-ribbons on the proper angle, when his shadow dark ened the threshold. 1 glanced up; 1 fear I blushed. His dark" eyes were fixed so penetratingly upon me that mine fell beneath their glance. I had caught but a passing glimpse of the handsome face and tall, manly form, but dared not look again. “You will pardon me, madam —” he began. “Not madam,’’ I interrupted; “Miss Loring.’’ “Miss Loring,” he repeated after me. “I ventured on the madam, because I thought it could not be possible Miss (x>ring could have been permitted to retain that prefix she so evidently pre fers." Presumptuous it may have been in a stranger, but spoken in a low, musi cally modulated voice, it did not pre sent itself to me in the right light. I instantly tried to remember all the heroes I had read of in the romances 1 procured from the library, and to de termine which one of them he most re sembled. ■ There was one great void which heretofore had always existed in my Bfe —a romantic adventure. Bsingular as it may seem, I had never Bid one. My heart began to palpitate B I thought that possibly the need BFould now be satisfied. F “I almost hesitate to make known to 'you the cause of my visit, lest you should regard it in the light of an im pertinent intrusion,” he continued; “but in passing by your house, I no ticed the upper room in your back | building, which is peculiarly adapted for a studio. I am an artist and in search of just such an apartment, for which I am willing to pay a most lib eral price. I shall occupy it only dur ing a few' hours each day. If Miss Loring will not accede to my request, will she not at least pardon it?” He bowed low/ and deferentially be fore me. My brain w’as in a whirl, iWhat could his proposition mean? Clad he seen me and made this a pre text to know' me? I could not tell. I ■ared not trust myself as yet to give a ■tecided answer. B‘l will think the matter over,” I Mid and I fear there was a slight tWtoiulousness in my tone. “If you will tomorrow I will let you know my Bcision.” | “I will leave you my card, then,” Be replied, drawing his cardcase from his pocket, and placing a delicately en graved card on the table. “I am quite willing to pay a pound a week, and if you accede to my request, I shall con sider myself indeed your debtor.” I rose and courtesied as he bowed himself out. A pound a week! It was munificent. I need no longer study ways and means as to paint and wall paper. I should be able to do all that I had planned, and more. Why, then, ibould I hesitate? Why had I not Bid yes at once? Perhaps he never Bould return. ■My heart sank at the thought, to a no mere pecuniary loss could Have entailed upon it. ■ Had this stranger, then, made an Bipression upon that susceptible por- Bon of my anatomy? He looked Branger than my real age—but what Bf that? Doubtless I looked far Bounger than my years. I At the last taking of the census I Bad given my age at 28, and, further Bhan a slight elevation of his eyebrow’s, ■he census taker showed not the ■lightest surprise. I thought after- Bards the movement was a nervous ■flection, and was sorry that I had not Broposed a specific cure. SI took up the card from the table. Bt bore the name of Algernon Vernon. [ Algernon! I might have known he L rnuld possess such a name! B',l tried In vain to rivet my wander thoughts upon the latest romance. I Nothing Its pages contained equaled Bis new and absorbing element in my Be. All my doubts concerning my re- had fled. ■On the morrow I would accede to Mr. Bernon’s request. Not even the Belghbors could find food for gossip, Basmuch as he would occupy the room B n ly during a few daylight hours. ■ But why had he selected mine? The Bouses on either side of the street were |of the same construction. Evidently ■he had a motive other than appeared ■"n the surface for wishing to gain an 1' ntree Into my humble abode. I Next day found be in a state of ner- I'ous agitation lest he should disap point me; but there was no occasion for it 1 Promptly on the hour of the day pre ceding he arrived, and I made known Bio him my acquiescence in his propo rtion; but this time he drew a chair Before the fire at my request, and we Bad quite a social and very pleasant ■hat. He would not remove all his artist belongings at present, he said. He was engaged on one work which par ticularly occupied him, and which he hoped to fitiisn in time for the Royal Academy; after that he might have a request to make of me. Had I ever been told by artists that my profile was a study ? Ah, he meant, then, to ask me to paint my picture! What a triumph over that horrid Williamson girl, who had said that one day, not far off, my nose and chin would meet! Evidently she did not un\ rstand true art, 1 have such a trick of blushing. I never can get over it. I blushed now. and murmured that any request Mr. \ ernon might make I was sure I would be but too glad to comply with. Then he rose to go, but before doing so he placed a one-pound note in my hand. “Invariably in advance. Miss Lor ing,” he said, almost apologetically. It is a rule from which I never devi ate.” The next day he came. He brought with him nothing but the picture on which he was at work, his paints and easels, and one or two wooden models. Of course I never intruded upon him at his work, but he grew into the hab it, as he passed the open door of the sitting room, to drop in and talk with me. One afternoon, when he had lingered over his painting longer than His wont, and seemed more tired, I asked him to stay and take a cup of tea with me. I could not but see how gladly he consented. Of course did my guest all honor. With my own hands I drew the old heirlooms from their covers and placed them on the table. With par donable pride I ushered him into the room. “Are you not afraid to live alone, Miss Loring.” he asked, “with so much valuable silver?” “Oh, no!” I answered; “I keep it in a safe built in the wall, and sleep with the key under my pillow. No one would think of looking for it there.” And then I went on to explain to him my horror of banks, and now much of my worldly goods I preferred to have under my personal supervi sion. “It is not safe,” he insisted. “I wish I had the right to refuse to allow you to run such risk.” With what tenderness he uttered the last sentence! To what was it the prelude? It must not come upon me too suddenly. I could not bear the fullness of its ecstacy. but I no longer doubted what for long I had suspected —Algernon’s heart was mine. As he bade me good night he held and pressed my hand. I fear my head, in spite of the injury to my cap, fell one brief instant on his manly shoulder. I heard something like a sigh; then he tore himself away. I was again alone. The next day I did not see him on his way to the studio. Two men were with him, so he could not stop. They were rather rough-looking men—evi dently models. Shortly after one of them passed down (the stairs and went out. Then Algernon came. “Where is your visitor?”! asked. “They have both gone,” he said. I thought it strange 1 had not seen the other man pass, but soon Alger non’s presence made me forget all else; only ho seemed distrait and ill at ease. Perhaps I had been too cold, too dis tant, and so had wounded his noble heart. I silently swore to throw off the mask of maiden modesty, and show him more of the true heart which beat but for him. Before, however, I had gotten my courage to the point, he had gone. I sat alone for two, perhaps three hours, until the twilight fell. Then a sudden desire assailed me to go up and look at the progress of his work. I had not seen the picture since the day it came, and he had been with me a fortnight. Softly I opened the door. The pic ture was on its easel, covered with a cloth. The cloth I gently raised, but I could discover on the canvas no change. Doubtless, lost in thought of me, Algernon had striven in vain to pursue his art. I sank into a chair and gave myself up to sweet reverie, when suddenly I started. A loud and violent sneeze sounded close beside me. I sprang to my feet and looked about the room. It was empty, save for the two wooden models and myself. One of these models Algernon had evidently been copying, since he had dressed it in the brigand hat and coat he kept for that purpose, and which he once had shown me. A great terror assailed me; I searched every corner of the room. In vain —I could discover nothing. At last I went out, but taking the key from the door 1 locked it behind me. On my way down stairs I caught a glimpse of Jenny’s (my maid of all work) young man, escaping through the back door. I did not approve of followers, but Jenny was so good and faithful that I sometimes had to shut my eyes to the somewhat frequent visits of the young butcher, who evidently intended her to share his lot. Somehow my recent fright made the presence of a man, even the butcher, a thing to be de sired. “Tom!” I called. He came back, bowing awkwardly. “I don’t mind if you stay to tea,” I said. “I had a little fright just now’, and I'm nervous. I’d feel better to know you were in the kitchen, within call ” THE WEEKLY NEWS. CARTER9VILLE. GA. “Thank ye, miss! but I can’t stay to night, and ye needn’t be nervous, for I’m just after seeing Mr. Vernou look ing out of the studio window.” “Mr. Vernon has been gone two hours,” I said. “Well, certainly it was some one else in the studio, for I certainly saw a man's head by the window when I came in, a half hour ago.” His assertion made me doubly ner vous. “It is very strange.” I said; and then I told him what had happened. “Let me go up and look, Miss Lor ing,” he suggested. Consenting, I led the way, but stood back that he might enter alone —Jenny meanwhile bringing up the rear. It was now quite dark. Tom struck a light The room was silent and empty. Had some ghost been playing us tricks? Doubtless if Tom had had only my story he would have been at once satisfied that my imagination only was at fault. As it was, he looked about him puzzled and perplexed. Sud denly he made a spring forward. “Don't, don't!” I cried. “You will disturb the model!” But too late. He already had clutched it by the throat, and, to my intense consternation and amazement, it, too, became endued with animal life. For a few moments the two struggled for the mastery, Jenny and I mean while screaming at the top of our lungs; but before the police arrived Tom had bound the man’s hands, and stood triumphant over his prostrate form. He soon made piteous confession. It was not his fault. He had been hired to open the door at midnight to Mr. Algernon Vernon, and was to as sist in carrying off the booty. “Mr. Algeron Vernon?” I gasped. The fellow smiled a hideous smile. “Yes, miss,” he said. “His real name is Jake Brown, however. He said there’d be no trouble in fooling the old woman, and that he had a sure thing of it.” The old woman! I would almost rather they had taken my silver and my bonds. Algernon! Algernon! Still my heart echoes the desolate cry! Still it is empty! Jake Brown! I yet believe the name, at least, was basest slander on the part of his ac complice, whose term of imprisonment has just expired. Algernon escaped detection; but I have the wooden models and the un finished painting (judges pronounce it a chromo) to recall the one romantic episode in a old maid’s life. —Saturday Night. QUAINT AND CURIOUS. In Japan poor children have labels with their names and addresses hung around their necks, as a safeguard against being lost. Congress is said to contain one member who is opposed to all legisla tion on the ground that there are al ready too many laws in existence. He favors repealing laws alreadly exist ing. Elongated ear-lobes are considered a mark of beauty in Borneo. Girls with this feature reaching down to their elbows are not uncommon. The British Medical Journal says that a valuable ram. the property of a grazier in New South Wales, lost its front teeth, and being unable to nibble satisfactorily, was slowly dying from semi-starvation. The services of a dentist were secured and artificial teeth were inserted so successfully that the ram is now thriving as well as ever. When General Wolfe fell on the plains of Abraham, before Quebec, in the war known to Americans as the French and Indian war, the regiment with which he had long been identi fied, the Forty-seventh Loyal North Lancashire regiment, went into mourn ing, and has not abandoned it in the nearly a century and a half since. The officers still wear black blended with their gold braid. In India. China, Japan and adjacent countries are about 400,000,000 people who rarely eat meat; yet they are strong, active and long lived. Darwin is authority for the statement that the Andean natives perform twice the work of ordinary laborers, and sub sist almost entirely on a diet of ban anas. The Isar river is one of the curiosi ties of Munich. Bavaria. It is chiefly noted for running rapidly and for be ing nowhere near the battlefield of Hohenllnden, the poet to the contrary notwithstanding. It is a river some times white as milk, at others green a grass, and it is probably the only river of its size in the world which has no boats on it. Nor may one bathe in it on account of the swiftness of the cur rent. Its principal use seems to be for people to drown themselves in; but it also serves a real purpose, because its waters are diverted to flush sewers. After performing this service the waters run as babbling brooks in the city park and are utilized by the wash erwoman for laundry purposes. Keitoration of the Moose. Thirty years and more have passed since the kingly moose was driven, through lack of proper protection, from his grand ancestral home in the forests of the Adirondacks; and now, after this long lapse, the royal exile is about to be reinstated in his ancient domain. No project will be watched by sportsmen with keener interest; nor has there ever been a movement set on foot relative to the wild game which means so much to so many.— Field and Stream. PROBLEMS OF TIIE RICH. THE DIFFICULTIES WHICH BESET THE AMERICAN MILLIONAIRE. K<if|)iii|> |’p h ji K Hon*, hold—A Modern i'liilHnthrupic Movement \\ Inch Hun I’lnced a l inden on the Wealthy Man ot Today—Yankee Millionaire the lienl. There is nothing—not even books and constitutions —that gives us a clearer and quicker insight Into the political and social conditions of a time or country than do the manners and habits of rich men. Throughout Europe some hundreds of years ago, when a man had accumulated great wealth he at once built himself a strong castle, with a moat around it, in order to protect himself from the attacks of his neighbors. The develop ment of lawful government has no more striking illustration than that to be found in the gradual change from this style of architecture to that which marks the palatial abodes of wealth today. It still occurs that a man’s house Is the surest indication of the extent of his wealth. From the earliest times men of great riches have had to exer cise considerable ingenuity in expend ing their incomes. Few men are con tent to be secretly and unobstrusively rich. The pleasure of possession breeds the desire for display, so the wealthy man of today puts his money into tangible visible property, that people may see and envy. And his buildings, open to the world in all their beauty and magnificence, form, probably, the best illustrations of the good of civilization and the omnipo tency of law and government. But, relieved from the bane of power that formerly went with wealth, and with his greater freedom and liberties, it can hardly be said that the rich man of today has reasons to be happier than he was in the Middle Ages. He owes vast duties to the public. The modern philanthropic movement has laid heavy burdens upon him. The ethical writers and the clergy watch his expenditures closely, and for his errors he is cen sured publicly and without mercy. American fortunes are now the greatest in the world, and the Ameri can millionaire is far mere interesting than any other millionaire, because he faces so many new problems. Our rich men may be divided into many classes. The men who have by their own efforts mastered millions, and who go on working with unconquer able energy, are apt to be looked upon first as great men of business. Those who retire after a life of hard work to do deeds of philanthropy form an other class. The most interesting from an ethi cal standpoint are those who find leis ure and luxury in their wealth. It is the member of this latter body—we know it ordinarily as society—who ! faces the unique problem of how, when and where to spend his money. In Europe when a man comes of age and to an inheritance of wealth he finds settled for him the kind of house he shall live in. the number of ser vants and carriages he shall Keep, and the extent to which he shall entertain. He inherits his duties. His caste is settled for him and he knows exactly what is expected of him. The American has few established precedents. He must be his own model. He may have one servant or 50. He may build mansions at New port or on the Hudson or live quietly at a hotel. He is at the task of model ing his own sphere. When the desire for display seizes him he builds houses. The direct personal expenses of the working American millionaire are of ten astonishingly small. His greatest expense is the maintenance of his great household. This he meets by handing a blank check book to the housekeeper. The wives of million aires are usually free from the worries of the great establishment, which are shouldered by a capable and experi enced woman who receives a big sal ary. She has charge of the house and the army of servants and is re sponsible for every detail in the man agement o? the establishment. The expenses entailed in running the home of a modern millionaire are vast. In many private American man sions the kitchen, storage rooms and systems of service are as complete and extensive as similar departments of a great hotel. Fortunes are expended in furnishings, and the annual cost of table linen alone aggregates thous ands of dollars. The feminine portion of a millionaire’s family are almost invariably “in society,” and the ex penses of entertaining form a vast amount annually. Money is spent lavishly on every side and excellent prices are paid for everything. The modern Social trust is one of the most beneficial to mankind and to trade generally. The love of luxury grows with wealth, and the fast yachts and special trains of the millionaire of today outdo in point of pure enjoy ment the great equipages of the time of the Roman Empire. Notwithstanding all that has been said against him the American million aire is the best type to be found in the history of wealth. Almost always he illustrates the success of hard work. And what is more important, his mu nificence and public spirit is some thing new in the history of the world. Colleges, schools, hospitals, museums and libraries owe him much. The statement that he does only a duty might Iv' 1 answered by a reference to his prototypes abroad. Among them his deeds of charity and philanthropy are without parallel.—Philadelphia Record. A jeweler of Humboldt, Neb., is said to have built for his own use an au tomobile which weighs but 149 pounds. FACTS ABOUT ASPHALT. Where It 1 Obtained lt* Origin and Coinuiereini (Jne. The dspute between two rival Amer ican corporations over the possession of La Felicidad, an asphalt lake in Venezuela, has caused especial inter est in what an asphalt lake is like and how asphalt is mined and shipped to market. Asphalt, or asphaltum, is the solid form of bitumen. Bitumen is a generic term which is applied to a variety of substances, ranging from natural gas, naphtha, petroleum and mineral tar to asphalt. The as phalts of different localities vary great ly in composition, shown by their chemical reactions. Nearly all are amorphorus and have the general ap pearance of pitch, melting at about the temperature of boiling water. As phalt, it is thought by scientists, has resulted from the hardening of the naphtha and petroleum elements, through oxygenation and evaporation. One of the most interesting asphalt beds in the world is the pitch lake in the state of Bermudez, Venezuela. This valuable deposit was unknown to American capitalists until 1888, when an American engineer, Ambrose How ard Carner, received a title to the property from the Venezuelan govern ment. This he sold to the New York and Bermudez company, which is closely allied to the so-called asphalt trust, of which General F. V. Greene is president. The several square miles which are included in the concession obtained has in the last 13 years been steadily improved. The company has cleared the Maturin river to naviga tion, so that deep sea craft from all quarters of the globe can run in from the Caribbean sea past the British possession of Trinidad Island and in land to the docks of the company at Guanoco. The town of Guanoco is the river terminus of the Bermudez company’s railroad. Here are hundreds of native Venezuelans, working under the eye of an American superintendent The raw asphalt is brought from the lake, five miles distant on flat cars, and shoveled into the holds of the vessels. At Guanoco this operation is much simpler than at Trinidad, where light ers are necessary because of the long shelving beach of the harbor. The railroad follows an old Indian trail, which led from the river to the shores of the pitch lake. The surface of the lake is so hard that for some distance from the shore it supports the weight of a loaded train. As one looks over the surface of this great deposit he at first sees nothing of a striking or un usual nature. He views only a black plain, resembling anthracite coal, or flint, upon which are groups of na tives working with picks and shovels. Closer examination, however, shows that portions of the surface are soft like tar, whore the asphalt is sticky and bubbling. Asphalt Is distinguish able from anthracite not only by its form, but because it is soluble in bi sulphide of carbon and benzole. These pitch pools resemble somewhat the hot springs of the Yellowstone region. They slowly cool, and become har dened after many years. As at Trini dad. they vary In depth. Some of them have never been fully sounded, and are thought by the natives to ex tend into the bowels of the earth. Asphalt is used largely in the man ufacture of cements. It is mixed with a petroleum residue to render it plas tic, and i3 then tempered with one seventh its weight of sand. It also forms one of the most durable water proof materials known. For roofing purposes it is mixed, while hot, with fine gravel, or is absorbed by thick rolls of felt paper. Asphalt is found in many countries. In Vera Cruz, Mexico, near the village of Moloasan. is a mountain largely composed of asphalt. The deposits at Seyssel, France, and at Val de Travers, Switzerland, consist of lime stone impregnated with bituminous matter, which, when heated, crumbles to a powder. After it has been pound ed into molds and is cooled it resem bles the original rock. Over 1000 miles of the streets of Paris have been sup plied from these two localities. Stared Home for Thirty Years. Erastus Hall is 65 years of age, and lives in r.n old-fashioned dwelling 15 miles west of here, on the Danville and Springfield turnpike, in Washing ton county, Ky., and. remarkable as the statement may seem, he has not crossed the threshold of his own resi dence for 35 years, notwithstanding he had always enjoyed the best o! health. He was born of wealthy paren tage and received ?. substantial acade mic education. His father was the owner of a great many slaves before the war. the most notable of whom was “Uncle Henry.” who still lives at the old homestead with the seclud ed son of his former master. Erastus Hall was a sober, industrious young man, and taught two or three terms in the public schools of Washington county. During the closing days of the civil war his father and mother both died, and considerable property was left as his share of the estate. Among bther property inherited by him was the old homestead of his mother.—Cincin nati Enquirer. S>U-?B.rlni? C onductor*. A Washington traction company re ports that its system of allowing the conductors to retain from their daily receipts the amount of their daily salaries, as well as that of their motor men. is working quite satisfactorily to the men and the company alike. Each conductor in making up his daily re port deducts a sum sufficient to cover his own and the. motorman’s salary, so that the company is thus relieved of the expense and trouble of making up a large pay-roll. AN UNEXPLAINED IMPULSE. ?bt f *<• PsrsoHS to *,*“• When Thy laxik Down From High Flares. “The strange temptation to cast themselves into space which assails so many people when they look down from high places is very hard to ac count for scientifically,” said a well known neurologist of this city. “It has undoubtedly been the cause of hun dreds of cases of self-destruction, yet it certainly cannot be classed as a suicidal impulse, because those who experience it invariably resist with all their strength and hang back in an agony of dread and repulsion. They don’t want to kill themselves, but some power stronger than will, strong er even than love of life, draws them irresistibly over the brink.” “People with this singular infirm ity.” continued the doctor, should never expose themselves to danger, because the impulse acts automatical ly and may at any moment pass be yond control. On one occasion, when i was considerably younger than I am at present, I undertook to cure a pa tient who couldn’t look from a height, and the experience left an everlasting impression on my mind. He was a big, strapping fellow of 35 or so. a cabinet-maker by trade, and the last man, apparently, to be bothered by nervous fancies. I had an idea that by making him look persistently into space for a certain length of time each day l could drive away the dread and the impulse. So I took him to the top of a six-story building that had a flat roof and told him to lie down on his stomach so only the upper part of hla face projected over the edge, and look at the street. He was very reluctant to try It. ‘l’m afraid to, doctor.’ he said earnestly. ‘lf I do. my legs will fly up in the air and I’ll go over sure.’ “ ‘Oh, nonsense.’ I said, laughing. ‘How in the world could your legs fly up in the air? How can you possibly fall when your whole body is stretched out flat on the roof?’ “ ‘I don’t care,’ he insisted, doggedly. ‘T know my legs will fly up in the air if I try to look over the edge.’ “After a great deal of persuasion I finally induced him to lie down as I had directed, telling him to shut his eyes until he became composed. As soon as he opened them and looked into the street a strong shudder ran through his whole body and I knew he must be suffering mortal agony, but I was determined to go through the lesson, and urged him strongly not to iraw back. Possibly a minute elapsed, and then a shocking thing occurred. Suddenly and without the slightest warning he seized the edge of the parapet with both hands, drew his body violently forward, at the same time flinging up his legs, and would undoubtedly have gone over the edge if I had not thrown myself instantly on his hack. “The movement was purely convul sive and involuntary. He could no more help it than he could help breath ing, but it made my blood run cold to think what might have happened. How could I have explained myself had he fallen? I might readily have been suspected of murder. T dragged him back and we went down stairs, a pretty badly agitated couple. Since then I have tried no more experiments along that line.” —New Orleans Times- Democrat. Toys for English Children. The ingenuity displayed in the pro duction of penny toys is marvelous, novelties coming out nearly every week. The foreign producers are quite alive to the fact that a child soon tires of a plaything, and wants another; so they keep up a supply of things bright, novel and ingenious. Moreover, each toy has its season. As the summer ap proaches, when children delight to be out of doors, the Germans send us mu sical rollers and jinglng cars; and for the long winter evenings they supply novel indoor games and intricate puz zles —amusements for many evenings— at the cost of one penny. Then the United States send lead pencils, wood blocks and colored toy books; the French, dolls and tin toys, as well aa all the more expensive articles of this class. However much or little the Germans may have sympathized with the Boers, the toy manufacturers did not fail to profit by the struggle. They dressed dolls in khaki and caricatured Mr. Kruger—his top-hat and his pipe were exaggerated, and his teeth extracted. Were these playthings the outcome of British malice and English spite? The answer Is on the toy itself: “Made in Bavaria.” —Chambers’s Journal. The Hothouse NoTulliti. In these modern days when knight hood is in the seed, a brave survival has been witnessed in Chicago. Amy Sasselbery, aged 20, a graduate of the Indiana normal school, and pretty, went to Chicago on a shopping trip and was arrested in a jewelry store, charged with stealing a diamond ring. “I am innocent,” she pleaded, but was taken to a police station and searched. The ring was not found. Alone and friendless she telegraphed to a small town in Wisconsin, where lived John Watson, a well-to-do mechanic. She had once rejected Watson’s addresses. Watson hurriedly proceeded to Chica go, procured bail, and married the girl within an hour after ner release. He retained counsel, stood by her in court, saw her triumphantly acquitted, and took her away to his Wisconsin home. This incident should furnish a sug gestion to some of our hothouse novel ists. —Atlanta Constitution. In a prayer meeting an exhorter arose to speak, and begun his remarks thus: “As I was sitting on a thought, a seat passed through my mind.” .—Christian Register.