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m. i. THANKSOIVINO. Welcome, thou grand old Feast-day i Again thou russet fields Lie idle in the soft, gray light. Shorn of their splendid yields; Again the lanes have glimmered With farewell golden-rod. And gentian fringes closed above The tinted olive sod. But thou, O grand old Feast-day, Thou hast no need of these To draw us to thee. Though thou bring Gray skies and leafless trees— A hundred welcomes to thee 1 Ye altar-fires at home, Shine out—and kindred gather From sea to mountain dome t So hail thee, grand old Feast-day 1 The wind-swept orchard boughs Have flung their ruddy gold and green Upon the earth; the mows Are rich with grain; the furrows Sleep ’neath the sun’s veiled ray— And all the land is glad and greets A new Thanksgiving Day! —Helen Chase. I 1 The Lady and the Diamond. A thanksgiving btoky. T was the eve of Thanksgiving, a dark m RVC ’ ^°°’ W ' t ' i ^ ie ra * n KLJ'm ifflMjljp falling in a most dis- )//m a 8 reea ^* e drizzle. Un- j *^ er ' nra F s aut ^ um ' Si brellas people whom business called out <5 hurried home. Some . of them were laden *■ <? with presents and good cheer for the feast. All were glad, Even those whose attire bespoke pinched conditions and only too little of the things that go to make life worth the living fondled closely to them some lit- tie parcel with which they would glad- den their humble homes. Iu the throng that wended its way down toward the Wall Street Ferry was a girl looking older than she really was, Jennie Desmond. She, too, had her little parcel with her with which she was hastening to her hoine on Dean street Brooklyn. She was employed in the office of a diamond merchant in Maiden lane cleaning the precious stones that ladies'of wealth sent in to be brightened up for tho holidays. The crush of busi- ness had been unusually great, and Jen¬ nie, who had the entire confidence of the firm, was intrusted with a magnificent pendant, the property of Mrs. Vander¬ poel, who resides on Fifth avenue, less than a block away from the palatial home of the Vanderbilts. The pendant had to be cleaned for a ball on Thanksgiving and Jennie had taken it with her to fix it up at home, as she had frequently done before with others of almost equal value. She was careful iu securing it to her person. She carried it on a string about her neck beneath her clothing aud trudged on through the wet and mud unconscious of any impending misfor¬ tune. Indeed, the bundle under her arm, containing a small present for her mother, enlisted her attention more than did the gem she were about her neck. She was oblivious of the jam and jostle about her. Everybody was crowding the other good-naturedly, as only an Amer- ican metropolitan crowd can. At times the current in the human tide that flowed through ‘the'ferry gate lifted her almost from her feet. Still she thought only of her home and of the Thanksgiving rri’t for her mother. Gladness is always infectious and all-absorbing. If she was crushed and crowded and jostled it was by people who, like herself, were battling good-humoredly with each other in a desire to get home early and gladden their friends. That was the scene aud these the fcel- ngs about the ferry house. Just at its gates, however, two little boys were standing crying out the evening papers. They felt the pitiless, chilling rain as it beat through their scant clothing and ate its way to the very marrow in their bones, They had nothing to bo thankful for. The weather Was against the sale of their wares, and the only trice of sunshine in their homes must cdine by the pennies earned from day to day. One of them, a pale faced lad, shivered in a corner, where he found shelter from the driving rain. He was a timid boy, known to his comrades as ‘ ‘Mugsy” and to a bedridden father and a little sister as Sammy Fox. His home, if a place to shelter one from the weather and a floor to lie upon could be called a home, was in a row of old, rickety tenements in Cherry street known as “Italian alley.” The crowds at the ferry and their laugh- iug faces and good-natured railery were only a mockery and a taunt to him. They were too much bent upon getting home to cave to stop to buy the papers. The hours wore on and the tide had ebbed and the streets began to t&iu of its crowds, and only a few pennies bad rewarded the efforts of the boy. He huddled in close in the lee oi tW gates, but the keeper ordered him off, ::td as he started to go his eye fell upon a gleam of light. He had never seen anything tike it before. It pleased him us a (oy would. He watched his oppor- tunity,"then stole up to it silently, THE ENTERPRISE. f as he came nearer the light seemed to fade out of it. He picked it up, took it over with him to Franklin square, and there under the lights he began to ex¬ amine his find. He was pleased with its bright gloamings. It would bo a toy for his sister, and he put it carefully away in his pocket. What it was lie had no idea. The night was bad for Mugsy. He had, in the parlance of the street, “been stuck” on his papers. He had uot sold enough of them to even recoup himself from loss. To go home without a cent was out of the question. Mugsy had no education, but he had been born with a heart that told him his presence, though 1 always welcome, would lend an added gloom to the already darksome home un¬ less he brought money for bread. It would be three hungry instead ot two. So long as lie was out there might be some hope for earning a little. So, un- passed he staggered into the office of the Press, and down in the room where news- boys wait for the paper the lad threw himself down in a corner to sleep. The whirring of the press awoke him and he was soon out. Up town he weut to Fifth avenue to eatcli a dime from generous givers on Thanksgiving day. In-front of a window he took his stand shortly before noon. The carriages rolled by aud tho little urcfHn, hungry and tired, was more asleep than awake. He was on the North s; de w hen services at the Cathedral con- c i uded anfl the crowds came out. He ran to cross the street to sell his papers when a carria g e came rushing along, There was a cry from some peopl( , t0 the p0 wdcrcd and livened driver, but it came too late. The boy was under the wheels. xhe lady) who wa8 the only occupant of VR M fed m B ,, v 1 ’* I' if fi i m K: 'l /I V 1 jif»p BRjPr’ jennie’s ArpEAi. fob mercy. the carriage, ordered the driver to stop, and took the newsboy into the carriage. It was less than a block to her home, and thither the little fellow was taken. He was unconscious. The family physician came, and in removing the poor urchin’s clothing to examine his injuries tho bright toy he had found at the Wall Street Ferry fell out. It was a magnifi- cent diamond pendant, and was handed to the lady of the house, who was greatly surprised, as she thought she recognized it as her own. It resembled one she had sent to her diamond cleaner in Maiden lane—was identical in every particular, It was strange. Perhaps, then, the lad was a thief, somebody said, but Mrs. Vanderpoel insisted upon the utmost at- tention being given him. He might be a thief, but it was Thanksgiving day. Meantime there had been sad scenes in the home of the Desmond girl. it hen 3he reached the tenement in Dean street she felt none of the inconveniences of the journey. She was wet and tired, but the little surprise she had in store for her mother made her forgetful of herself. Ten minutes nearly were spent in looking at the present and commenting upon it. Then Jennie retired to change licr wet clothing. Once in her room her first thought was of Mrs. .Vanderpoel’s gem. She put her haud about her neck to draw it up, when, to her honor, she found i that it was gone. She could not realize it at first. She examined her apparel, but as article after article was searched and no trace of the pendant was had, her alarm became intense. She hurried back to the ferry over the way she came, through the same streets and up to the very door of the store of her employer. Still she could find no trace. She made anxious inquiries at the ferry house if “anything” had been found by theem- ployes, but received a negative answer. \ She did not dare tell them what it was j she had lost. 1 p and down the street, i far into the night, she walked, hei eyes peering in a vain search fur the gem. All night she lay awake, and hei mother shared her sorrow. 1 he situa- j tiou was one of grave moment for both, . They were poor. The pendam was worth many thousands of dollars. These two facts, with the aid of the imagination of a prosecuting attorney, were all-sulfi- eight for a conviction. The njoinjng broke heavily for them. She did not j dare tell h<5r employ:-- until her last re¬ I source was gAne. Finally she resolved to tell the owner of the pendant and CAHNESVILLB, GA., FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 28.181)0. throw herself upon her mercy, Pale and trembling, she enrae to this city and ap¬ proached the rich home. More than onco she faltered at the threshold, but finally rang the bell. She implored permission to sec Mrs. Vanderpocl. It was in vain for the porter to tell her to call again. She must see her, she said. Her impor¬ tunities finally prevailed, and in the par¬ lor she saw the lady. In a voice broken with sobs she told the story, and throw¬ ing herself upon her knees, piteously begged for mercy. She saw both dis¬ honor and possibly the prison staring her in the face. Airs. Vanderpoel listened to the story. She asked the girl to be seated, and then sent for the physician and inquired after the boy. He was all right. lie had re¬ gained consciousness. Mrs. Vanderpoel asked the girl to remain, and then went out of tho room. She went to the boy. She showed him the pendant found in his pocket. Ilis eyes brightened. “Dat's what I got for Lena,” he said; dat’s Lena’s.” “Who is Lena?” asked the lady. “She’s my sister what’s wid dad down home.” “ Aud where did you get this?” “I got it down at the ferry las’ night. I seen it shinin’, and I kep’ it for her.” “Why did you not give it to her?” “ ’Cause I had no money to go home and I didn’t want to. I slop’ out. I didn’t have no money for somethin’ to eat, aud I was goin’ to give it to her when I sold papers and brought some¬ thin’ home for her and dad to eat.” “But liow did you find it?” “De copper he told me to git out oi de corner down at de ferry, and when I didn’t git he fanned ine, and den I seed de t’ing shiniu’ and I sneaked up and collared it. Dat’s all. ” And the lad smiled. So too, did the lady. She went up stairs, told Jennie the story of the accidental finding, and although she cried, the girl was happy. She wanted to go home to tell her moth¬ er, but the lady would not have it so, and both Jennie and the boy had their Thanksgiving dinner at Mrs. Vander- poel’s table. It was a happy day for more than them. A carriage rolled away from the door laden with goods, some of which went to tho little home of Mugsy on Cherry street and some to that of Mrs. Desmond on Dean street, Brooklyn. Jennie’s employes were not told of the accident. Through the afternoon she sat burnishing up the diamonds, and they gleamed all the more brightly at the ball in the evening from the romance connected with them.— New York Press. Thanksgiving Week. m .-irjiHM ? j A ■M mm :fe w \ vvV-7 g-M MS ■w ft Tramp—“If that’s turkey an’ mine* pie yer offerin’ me, take it away. I’ve been a livin’ on it till I’m sick. Ain’t yer got a bit of plain, good, ole-fashioned roast beef, rare?” Pause for Thanksgiving. With all of her wonderful fruits, California lacks a cranberry worthy ot the name. A New England tourist ordered cranberry sauce with his turkey one Thanksgiving Day at a hotel in Pasadena. An odd-looking and odder- tasting dish of stewed fruit was brought to him. “What do you call this?” he asked the waitress,a girl from the New Hamp¬ shire mountains. “Cranberry sauce, sir,” she answered, with a fair smile of sympathy for his evident distaste. “Cranberry sauce!” he echoed, indig- aantly, “that has no more the flavor of a cranberry than a peanut has of a pump¬ kin.” “Maybe not,'’ she replied, folks demurely, deal “but you see it gives a great the more reason to be thankful for turkey.” FEATHERED FISHERY Cormorants Trained to Catch Fish in Japan, After Swallowing tho Prize They are Mads to Disgorge. From an article entitled “An Arist’s Letters from Japan,” by John La Fargo, in the Century Magazine, we quote the following: At no great distance from us, per¬ haps a quarter of a mile, a light flick¬ ered over the water. On our approach wo could distinguish a mail connected with it, who apparently walked on the dark surface. lie was evidently a fisherman or a shrimper, and his movements had all tho strangeness of some long-legged aquatic bird. lie knew his path, and, far out, followed some track of ford, adding to tlie loneliness as does a crane in a marshy landscape. Then I saw him no more, for lie headed up Die river towards an opening between the hills. Suddenly a haze of light rounded tlie corner of the nearest mountain, then grew into a line of fire coming towards us. Above the rustlo of tlie river’s course and our own against it, came the beating of a cry in unison. Tho line of flame broke into many fires,and we could see tne boats rushing down upon us. As quickly as I can write it, they came in an even line, wido apart —perhaps fifty feet or so—enough for us to pass between, whereupon we re¬ versed our movement and drifted along with them. In the front of eacli boat, hung upon a bent pole, blazed a large cresset filled with pine knots, making above a cloud of smoko, starred with sparks and long needles of red cinders. Below in the circle of each light, and on its outer rim, swam many birds, glossy black and white cormorants, straining so at the cords that held them that they ap¬ peared to be dragging the boats. As they spread like a fan before the dark shadow of the bows the cords which fastened them glistened or were black in the light. Each string ran through the fingers of the master-fisher at Die bows, and was fastened’ to his waist and lost in the glittering straw of his rain-skirt. Like a four-in-hand driver, he seemed to feel his birds’ movements. His fingers loosened or tightened, or, as suddenly, with a clutch pulled back. Then came a rebellious fluttering, aud the white glitter of fish in the beaks disappeared—unavailingly; each bird was forcibly drawn up to tlie gunwale, and seized by the neck encircled by its string-bearing collar. Then a squeeze— a white fish glittered out again and was thrown back into tlie boat. The bird scuttled away, dropped back into the water, and, shaking itself, was a* work again. They swam with necks erect, their eyes apparently looking over everything, and so indifferent to small matters as to allow tiie big cin¬ ders to lie unnoticed on their oily, flat- heads. But every few seconds one would stoop down, then throw back its head wildly with a fi-sh crosswise in its mouth. When that fish was a small one it was allowed by the master of the bird to remain in the capacious gullet. Each pack guide 1 by a master varied in numbers, but I counted 13 fastened to the waist of the fisherman nearest to us- Behind him stood an¬ other poling; then farther back an ap¬ prentice, with one single bird, was learning to manage liis feathered tools. In the stern stood the steersman using a long pole. Every man shouted, as huntsmen encouraging a pack, “lloo! Hoollloo!”—making the cry whose rhythm we.had heard when the flotilla bore down upon us.” Jay Gould and Jim Fisk’s Widow. In conversation yesterday with a gentleman who has had considerable business with Jay Gould lie said: “I doubt if very many persons give Mr. Gould credit for generosity of any kind. I can’t say that he is a generous man in business, but who is? I have always had a warm side for the little rnan since I learned wiiat lie did for Jim Fisk’s widow. Fisk was the dress parade member of tlie old firm of Gould & Fisk, while Gould was the money maker. Fisk left ab¬ solutely nothing, but Gould gave his widow $250,000 in government bonds. It was a big pile of money for him in those days, although it would be scarcely a flea bite now.”—[New York Press. A Boom in Trade. Mi Zer—Row much are you going to charge me for this apple? Dealer—I won’t charge you anything for tliat. Mi Zer—Thanks; and since you are so reasonable I’ll take two lpore ut the same price.—[Epoch, Cut Glass. The sparkle ami brilliancy of glass is very much increased by a process of grinding and polishing, technically called “glass cutting.” A great vari¬ ety of patterns is used in cut glass¬ ware but all are worked out In essen¬ tially the same maimer. A glass-cut¬ ting machine consists of a wheel—in large factories usually several foot in diameter—generally made of wrought iron and turned by some motive power. Over this wheel is suspended a reser¬ voir containing a mixture of line sand and water, which drops slowly on the revolving wheel. The glass, after the design has been drawn upon it, is applied to this wheel. Tho sand outs away the glass, and thus the pattern is cut out. When the cutting is completed the whole article is polished. It is first applied to a wooden wheel supplied With emery, which grinds the glass ferfectly smooth, and then to a wheel supplied with putty powder, which produces a brilliant polish. The greatest care is taken to select, for cutting, glass which is without flaws or air bubbles. Sometimes an air bubble or flaw can bo cut away and thus a valuable piece of glass saved; but again a little air bubble may make worthless the labor of many days. Several years ago I saw in a factory a beautiful piece of glass very massive and cut in exquisite design, which had been made to order for a New York firm. The cutler had spent weeks upon it audit certainly showed the work. It was aim:st as brilliant as a diamond; but it was comparatively valueless, for >n one corner was a little bole no larger than a point of a needle. It was caused either by an air bubble so small that it was not discovered, or tliero was some little unevenness in the sur¬ face of the glass. Whatever tlie oanse, the hole was tliore—so small that it could be discovered only by Hie fact that the vessel leaked, and a new piece had to be made—Youth’s Com¬ panion. Last Days of Benedict Arnold. All the family tradition goes to show that the last years of Benedict Arnold in London were years of bitter remorse and self-reproach. The great name which ho had so gallantly won and so wretchedly lost left him no re¬ pose by night, or day. The iron frame- which had withstood the fatigue of so many trying battlefields and still more trying marches through the wilderness, broke down at iast under the slow torture of lost friendships and merited disgrace. In the iast sad days iu London, in June 1801, the family tradition says that Arnold’s mind kept reverting to his old friendship with Washington. He had always carefully preserved the American uniform which lie wore on tiie day when lie made his escape to the Vulture; and now as, broken in spirit and weary of life, he felt the iast moments coming, lie called for this uniform and put it on, and dec. orated himself with tlie epaulettes and sword-knot which Washington had given him after the victory of Saratoga. “Let me die,” said lie, “in this old uniform in which I fought my battles. May God forgive me for ever putting on any other!”—[Atlantic Monthly. A Swimming School for Voting Seals. St. Paul Island is one of the chief resorts of the seals in Behring Sea. For about six hundred feet up from the water the ground slopes gently, and it is along this incline the seals es¬ tablish themselves, the coast for six¬ teen miles some seasons being literally black with Die animals. The males are very quarrelsome and fight for their positions, making a din almost deafening, which may be heard for miles. Here the young seals are born and nursed for a few days bv the mothers, who then desert them to be cared for by Die other males until they are big enough to shift for themselves. The antics of the young while learn¬ ing to swim arc highly amusing. They flounder about in the water at first as totally helpless as a kitten. It is soon over, however, the seal being the most graceful of swimmers.—[Chicago Herald. A >’ailless Horseshoe. The latest form of the nailless horse¬ shoe can be secured firmly to the hoof without either nails or screws. It is provided with clipping plates or flanges, which project upward at an inclination fiom the base of the shoe, which latter is open at the back, the opening being bridged by a clamping screw. The shoe is applied to the hoof and the flanges S'-c pressed down upon it. The screw at the back is then operated to bind the shoe firmly to the hoof. Split or cracked hoofs are thus done away with. Tiie shoes can be j I put night, on in thereby the morning resting and and taken eooling off at | the hoofs.—rftew York Telegram. SCIE5TIFIC SCKAI'N. Bricks for artistic decoration are now made of old bagging. It is reported that the largest ami highest electric light tower in the world is to bo erected in Minneapolis, Minn. A company is being formed in Fitts- burg, l’a., to operate olcctric cabs, the current to bo furnished by storage batteries. It is reported that a diet of fresli swoet buttermilk has been often found favorable and even effectual, to the cure of Bright’s disease. It takes a lower temporaiuro tc freeze salt water (ban fresli water. Tho former congeals at 1)2, tho latter at 28 1-2 degrees Fahrenheit. Tho banana plant has been found tc contain a greater quantity of pure fibre than any of the other numerous vege.' table products used for paper making. Bioea, the French anthropologist, declares that the broad-headed race now represented by the people of Cen¬ tral France are the true Gauls or Celts of Cmsar. Since the introduction of electric lighting into largo manufacturing es¬ tablishments, the record shows n marked improvement in the health oi the employes. An English inventor offers a system by which coal gas compressed to onc- eiglith its natural bulk can be carried about and utilized as an illumination when desired. Electricity applied to locomotive headlights is among the safeguards proposed for railway travel, and a re¬ cent simplified apparatus is thought to be Die most satisfactory so far intro¬ duced. It appears from experiments made recently on a British vessel in a storm on the coast of South America, that oil is of no effect in calming the waves in shallow water where there arc breakers. Professor Orton, while urging the imperative necessity of taking action to restrict the wasteful use of natural gas, admits that even tho strictest regu¬ lations cannot prevent the exhaustion of the supply in a few years. The results of mechanical und physi¬ cal tests arc considered by German authorities as having proved the fitness of aluminum bronze for artillery and small arms, particularly as recent ex¬ periments with smokeless powders have shown so great an injury to steel-made artillery. George H. Babcock, before the American Society of Mechanical En¬ gineers, some time ago cited tho fact that when in Pornpcii he discovered that the old Homan baths in the first Christian century were heated by steam. The walls of the bath-houses were double, and the steam was carried all around them. This, Mr. I), held, is Die true theory of heating. A series of observations for 100 consecutive days lias hocn made at the top of the Eiffel tower, in Paris, on the velocity of Die wind. The velocity at Dint elevation was three limes in the average greater than nearer the ground. Much of Die diminution of force and speed is no doubt due to the check given by bouses aud other ob¬ jects near the surface of tho earth. The Belgian Legation at Mexico has reported to the Belgian government on the guimbobo or angu, a textile plant found in the State of Vera Cruz. The fibre is of a very superior quality, while the plant is easily cultivated, and yields nutritious fruit. Unlike ramie, cotton, or hemp, the fibre is within the bark, which can be removed by a simple machine. Its lustre is like that of silk, it is strong and fine, and of creamy white color. His Wish Realized. Thomas B. Jones, Governor-elect of Alabama, tells this incident of his boyhood, part of which period was spent in school in Virginia: “On my way home for a vacation, I passed through tho capital for the express purpose of getting a glimpse of Presi¬ dent Buchanan. Standing in the Na¬ tional Hotel, I remarked to a friend that I hated to lcavo tho city without seeing the President. “An elderly gentleman, who was reading a paper near where we stood, looked up with a smile and remarked t ‘So you want to see the President, do you? Meet me here at 10 o’clock tomorrow, and we will pay him a visit.’ It is needless to say 1 kept the engagement. The gentleman was on hand, and we got iuto a carriage, but I didn’t know I was riding with the President of the United States till aftor we had reached the White House and heard hityi addressed by his title. Then my modesty got the better of me, and I wanted to retire, but the President kept me quite a while, and I went away thoroughly happy.” NO. 47. A Wall of (lie Unappreciated. Tlie poets all have sung their songs in tones of loving praise, Of flghtin’ men unil all that set for countless years anil (lays, Until 1 think it almost time to mukc I’egnsus pranoe In ringin’ ill some word for them ns never lind a chance. I know a dozen fellows now that somehow stayed behind, And why, no one could ever tel', fer they was men of mind, All brainy men and statesmen, too, as mod¬ ern statesmen go But somehow, in this wicked world, they’ve never hud no show. There’s old Jim I’otts, wbat ought to be in Congress right today, He hain’t nc head for business—could never make it pay; But when it comes to tariff, or internal rev¬ enue— Now what old Jim he doesn’t know ain’t worth a-lookin’ through. But pore old Jim (a brainy man, as ! have said lie fore), And several men (including me) set round the grocery store, And there we run the country, according to our lights And we ligger how the workingman is losln’ all his rights. But yet with all our good hard sense, some loud and windy cuss, Can put a stawliu’ collar on, and raise a lit¬ tle fuss. And everybody flocks to him anil lands him to the sky, And leaves us men of solid worth plum stranded high and dry. —[Indianapolis Journal. HUMOROUS. It is the locomotive tliat whistles at its work. While we have Uncle Sam in Amer¬ ica there is Ant-werp in Belgium. Telling a hair-raising story to a bald man is a deplorable instance of misdi¬ rected energy. No matter how weak anil wasted h man may become he always possesses strength enough to kick the buckot. Slykin6—She had tho smallpox, 1 hear. Flykins—Yes. She’s marked up, although she isn’t worth so much now. A Paris milliner has made a ten- Btrike by teaching her parrot to say every time a fair client outers, “Oh, aint you just lovely?'’ “To be taken after each meal,” read Impecnne, as the doctor left the pre¬ scription; “I shouldn’t think one dose a day would help a fellow up very fast.” Depositor—“Is tho cashier iu?” President— “N-o: he lias gone away.” Depositor—“Ah! Gone for a rest 1 presume.” President (sadly)—“N-o; to avoid arrest.” Visitor—“You ought not to keep the pigs so near Die house.” Couutrycus —Why not?” V.—“It is not healthy.” C.—“O, yen are wrong; why, those pigs havo never had a sick day.” “Doctor, I have not much ready money. Will you tuke your bill out in trade?” “Oh, yes, I think that we can arrange that—but what is your business?” “I’m a cornet player.” Gargoyle (showing bis curiosities)— This is an Indian hatchet I dug from a mound in Ohio. Mrs. Fangle—IIow interesting! I have read that the Indians were in Die habit of burying the hatchet. The Use of Compressed Air. Tiie use of compressed air as a me¬ chanical force,its transference through underground pipes just as if it were gas or water, its measurement by meter, its easy capability of being turned off or on when wanted, so that there is no waste-—all this may be seen on a grand scale in Paris. In England, also, a beginning lias been made with the municipal use of this aerial force. Birmingham has just had four miles of compressed air pipes completed for public consump¬ tion. Professor Iiarcourt says that some people have already moved into this particular district of Birmingham “for the convenience of having power without being obliged to erect a boiler and chimney.” In other words, the force may be made to do its work at long distance—miles even—from the spot where it is compressed by the engines; and the loss by “leakage,” friction, etc., is astonishingly small.— [Picayune. Making Silk from Mild Hemp. Nayemura Sakusaboro, a druggist, of Hikone, in Omi, Japan, after many years of experiment and patient re¬ search, has succeeded ill converting wild hemp into a substance possessing all the essential qualities of silk. Noth¬ ing is said about the process, but it is asserted that a trial of the thread has been made at the silk weaving estab¬ lishment in Jyoto and other factories with excellent res-fits in every case. The plant in question grows wijd on moors and hillsides. Its fiber is strong and glossy, in no wise inferior to silk when properly prepared.