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Thought Odors. Not what we do, net what we say, speaks for us j. To lino souls here, or to the Throne of Light, The words and acts be fair, gods will abhor us And men distrust, if our hearts are not right. Our secret aim, our bidden wish or longing, Ocr silent thoughts of men or worlds above— Those are tiie toll-tales forces that como thronging ■ To point to us as on r s to loathe or love. Our thoughts are odors, and we cannot seal them, So close with actions but they will creep out; And delicately fashions I souls will feel * them, And know them sweet or vile beyond a doubt. Good deed* fall dead if selfish causes guide them, Good words fall flat that but from lips have birth; And eloquent and noble seems, beside them, The silence or inaction of true worth. —Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Withdrawn Correspondence. BY C. ,M. JIAUGKR. Jlorton Frazier belonged to the staff of one of those ambitious western sheets —the Garten Daily Gazette. To be sure, be was only the Dobbvillc corres¬ pondent of the paper, but lie was as proud of even that slight connection with its pages as though he had a snug place in the editorial chair. Morton’s communications wero always headed by the editor (who was also proof-reader, business manager, and local rustler) “Dobbville Dots, from our special correspondent.” Morton had hard work to keep from crying with admiration over that al¬ literative heading, tho first time it adorned his l terary effort; but at last he became used to it and it did not worry him or unduly elate his susceptiblo heart and brain. His signature was “Wander¬ ing Mac,” and lie was known by that title almost as well ns by his own name, for he lull acted as tho Gazette’s “special correspondent’’ for many years, lid went around to tho little rural parties and pleasure meetings with a woudrously wise and knowing look upon his face, as though tho destinies of the natioh de¬ pended upon Ins beck and call. Tho editor of tho Gazitte hal im¬ pressed it upon him that tho paper must liavo tho news. “Everything,” he lind remarked, in stcutorian tones, when one day Jlorton had tremblingly entered tho stuffy little sanctum at Gar¬ ten. “Everything hinges upon getting (he news, and getting it quick.” This admonishment so impressed the youug aspirant for journalistic fame, that a week after the visit he uniled a tidi ng obituary of a scrim ly ill 'child, not expected to live an hour, to the paper, trusting that the in¬ fant would die bob re the paper was issued. The child, however, recovered, and is alive today, a roistering lad who delights to show that tender tribute to his memory (and it is a touching one) ondiug: “Tho bereaved parents have the sympathy of their scores of friends in this, their great sorrow, but of such is the Kingdom of Heaven.” Tho way the editor of the Gazette unbent him¬ self to rail at Morton after that “break” made him more careful thereafter. Fourth of July in Dobbville, iu 1S7S, ■was an occasion that still lives in the memory of those who wero fortunato enough to be citizens of the town at that eventful period. Not only was the lotion’s birthday anniversary properly celebrated, but a circus held forth upon the prairie north of the Montezuma Ho¬ tel. When two such great events coin¬ cide, it is enough to turn the heads of any people. It would have been hard to find a happier man that day than “Waudcring Mac.” lie had been graciously present¬ ed with two “comps” for tho circus by the manager, who had soon found out what Morton was, and when at seven o’clock he stepped into tho parlor of his betrothed, Miss Marion Reneal, it was with a perfectly self-satisfied air. Marion added to the perfection of tha state of his mind by allowing him to kiss her delicately-blushing cheek—yes, she did more; she kissed him in return, and what more could a young man ask? This particular young nun might have asked for a repetition of the per¬ formance had it not been that Roy, the scapegrace brother, came tearing into the room just at that moment, with all hi* 16-year-old vehemence. “Ob, say, sis,” he cried excitedly. “Where's my collar and cleaa shirt?" “I ( know Up stairs I guess,” was tl e mi Tt rej • and then the sis ted “1 . ails Roy, today. He has been g bti,. •verything of his together in his room. It’s the Fourth, too. ” She looked inquiringly at her lover, but he was a l miring her face, and not thinking of romping brothers, so there was no answer there, Twice during the evening did she speak of Roy’s queer actions; once while the clown was perpetrating some of his hideous jokes, and once while she and Jlorton were sitting on the piazn with arms en twined. The first time she had apparently not been heard and the second she had been answered with a kiss, so she was no wiser than before. Jlorton Frazier thought of it though, the next day, for the events of the night were such as to bring the circumstance vividly to his mind. About 3 o’clock on the morning of the 5th, a fire broke out in the great Rockwell block. Jlore than $50,000 went up in smoke, The whole town was out to see the sight, and to lielp lessly mourn the event, The Rockwell block had been built in the “boom” days, two years before, and though it was out of all proportion to the town, everybody was sorry to see it destroyed. “Wandering JIac” was among the first on the ground, and as soon as he had seen the lire well under way he had roused up the telegraph operator and scut this message, which appeared as a “special” in tho morning’s Gazette: Dobbville, July 5th.—A terrible fire took place hero this morning. It startel in Rockwell’s store an J burned into Fry’s gro¬ cery; then into the insurance company’s office. The flames leaped 40 or 50 feet in height. Everything is excitement. The next morning revealed several things worthy of mention in this narra¬ tion. The smoking ruins wero sur¬ rounded by scores of men and boys, busy discussing tho cause of the fire. Ami they told of the probability that it was an act of incendiarism; that it started in an out-of-the-way place; that but one theory was hold regarding the firebugs; and their conversation always carno rouud to the mysterious word— “Spearmen. ” Then somebody would explain that the Spearmen was a body o: rough boys and young men who gathered in un¬ canny places at night to plan deeds of miscli ef and meanness. Another would add that the Spearmen had a particular spite against Rockwell for having them arrested once for a trivial offence. A third had heard Itoy Reneal boast that he would “get even.” A fourth had just found that Roy had not been homo tho night before, and was yet missing, though his widowed mother and his sister wero searching every¬ where). All these scraps of information were united into a complete history, and the news went over town that Roy Reneal had set fire to the Rockwell block to “get even” with tho proprietor for ar¬ resting the Spearmen, and had Ifced the country. Jlorton Frazier was in despair. At ten o’cl >ck he was met on the street by the Western Union messenger boy, who handed him a dispatch, lie tried not to look self-conscious ns he read it, but the effort was a failure. It said: Garten, July 5. Morton Frazier, Dobbville:—Sand full account of tiro by mail at noon. Insurance, loss, cause and everything. Gazette. 1 say Frazier was in despair, lie had, of course, heard the reports in circula¬ tion regarding his brother-to-be Roy, and yet how could he blast the boy's good name by sending the rumor to the Gazette. He must decide quickly, for the only mail train that could get his letter to tho paper iu time for its next issue left at uoon, and now it was past eleven. While he sat in his office, pondering over the matter, there was a great bat¬ tle fought between his great love for news and his great love for Marion. Added to the first was the stentorian, “We want the news and all the news,” of the editor, and to the second, the fair features of his sweetheart, Which should he obey, Cupid or Mammon? He reflected that the Daily Hazard, the Gazette's rival, would “scoop” its competitor, unless he furnished the re¬ quired information, and resolutely put his pea to paper, and ground out a heaft-rending account of the conflagra. tion and of the ugly rumors that were reported around the city. The noon train carried the correspondence to Gar¬ ten. »•* When the train had gone, he sat in hia offico studying over the matter. Had he done right} Perhaps the boy was really innocent. If so, he had done the worst thing he could have to harm him; he had committed the sin that lies at the door of every newspaper writer's sanctum, the shattering of a fellow being’s peace of mind and perhaps repu¬ tation, by a careless word or phrase or a bit of unsubstantial rumor, glowingly written up. As he pored over the matter there was a tap at the door, and upon opening it lie was greeted by JIarion, her face wreathed with smiles, and such evi¬ dently kissable lips that he had no hesitancy in—well, it is not necessary to go into details. “Oh, Mort,” she gasped, after a moment, “where have you been today? I wanted to see you so much.” Frazier remembered that he had not been to the home of his betrothed, and knew that it was because he doubted her brother’s innocence. “You don’t know,” she rattled on, without giving him time to respond, “how worried mother and I have oeen. Itoy was not to be fouud, and that hor¬ rid old maid, Miss Semert, came over with the most awful twaddle about his being suspected of setting the Rockwell block on tire, and all that.’’ (Her lis¬ tener felt his cheeks grow pale, hut Marion did not notice it.) “Of course we knew he was all right, and, sure enough, he came in at dinner time. He* went home with Uncle Rudolph out in the country after the show last night and only just got back. He took all his clothes, for he’s going to work for Uncle Rudolph to earn some money, I was down town, and thought I'd teli you so that you could say so to the men.” There was a wistful look in the girl s eyes that told how thoughtful she was for her brother s reputation, and how much she depended upon her lover to set things right. As she took her departure, Morton realized that he must do some quick work. First, he must kill that con* respondence, which was by this time in the Gazette's forms ready to go to press. Second, he must have some good excuse to give the editor for doing so. From what ho knew of the Gazette's publication hour, he judged that he had half an hour for investigation. Like a madman he tore arounl the streets—an animated interrogation point—asking every man he met what had been heard of the incendiaries. All started cut with the old story about “They say the Spearmen but they were shut oil with, “That’s all a lie,” and rushed on. It was no uso. lie must simply with¬ draw the correspondence, When he had but ten minutes more he stepped into the telegraph office an l sent these words: Dobbville, July 5. Gazette, Garten.—Don t publish Dobbvilu correspondence. Roy li neal is innocent. M. Frazier. The editor of the Gazette was too good a newspaper man not to obey such a summons even with the chance of get¬ ting “scooped.” The correspondence did not appear nor did the Hazard have a word regarding the matter. Two months alter, a quiet wedding took place at Dobbvillc and “Wander¬ ing Mac” and Marion were chief par¬ ticipants in the ceremony. In the same issue of the Gazette that contained the very flowery account of their marriage (Morton wrote it) there appeared the confession of a tramp arrested in a neighboring city. He was dying, and before breathing his last owned up to having &t on fire the Rockwell block, having accompanied the circus. Morton read the confession to hia bride on the second day of the honey¬ moon, and told her the story of hi* withdrawn correspondence. “Oh, Morton,” said the lady, re¬ proachfully, “if that had been published 1 would never have married you.” “I knew it, dear,” returned he, plac¬ idly, and I think the Gae.tte editor do serves a piece of wedding cake for kill¬ ing it, don t you?” She did; and the Gazette force ad¬ journed for fifteen minutes the next day to munch fruit cake, macaroons and an¬ gel food.— Yankee Blade. Bntl and Bugs. “Look at that beautiful young rose, bud with a lot of old bugs swarming around her," remarked Brown, as sever¬ al old boys were flirting with a young lady at a ball. “Yes, but those are gold bugs, so the rosebud don't mind it,” said Jones. THE BIRCH TREE. The Various Substances That Are Derived From It. dstilling Therefrom the Fra¬ grant Oil of Wintergreen. A casual glance at the surroundings of any timber country, notably along the creeks and ravines, reveals the fact that at least some biich twigs have wjthstood the onslaught of country pedagogues, who from times remote have been identified with the legend of birch oil and elbow grease as an aceelera tor to the sluggish school boy as he stumbles along over the obstacles on the side of science hill. Many twigs remain, and outside their legendary his¬ toric value suggested in the foregoing, the twigs and bark of the common birch (Betula alba) have really an in¬ trinsic value not second to many of the most valuable plants. Even the leaves and young shoots secrete a resinous substance, having an acid reaction, which, under the long legged names of the pharmacist, is sold as a medicinal preparation for as high as $16 per fluid ounce. The inner bark secretes a bitterish alkaloid not unlike cinchona in its nature, and is used largely as an adulterant for quinine in many parts of Europe. The so-called “Cinchona Mixture” has been found by analysts to consist, in many instances, of the alkaloid found in the inner bark of the humble birch tree. The outer bark, subjected to dry dis¬ tillation, yields a peculiar empyreumatic oil, having the peculiar odor of Russia leather, and the secret of preparing skins, and that, too, of the very poores quaiity of skins, being taken from cat, tie that have perished on those barrent desolate plains, is the only obstacle, thus far, to prevent American artisans competing with Russia and Austria in fine leather goods. It is not necessary, however, to go into chemical technicalities and details in order to arrive at a profitable solution of the uses of birch twigs and birch bark, when the larger timber is being cut away and hauled to the sawmill or the turning lathe. When it is stated that the oil of wintergreen (Oleum gaulthoria), so useful, fragrant and ex¬ pensive, is nearly always adulterated with birch oil; much of it even is birch oil, pure and simple, but is sold as win¬ tergreen oil, and is wintergreen oil to all intents and purposes, having, when properly prepared and refined, the same propertes, viz., specific gravity, 1.173; boiling point, 412 degrees, and mixes readily with alcohol, chloroform, ate. The appliances necessary for the preparation of this oil are neither intri¬ cate nor costly, being simply a large tub supplied with a coil and steam con¬ nection. Of course we are not expected to go into all the details of manufac¬ ture. Only brief outlines can be given. The birch limbs, twigs, bark and even the leaves, if a mere commercial oil is to be made, are gathered and placed in this large tub containing the coil for steam heating and as fast as the mass accumulates it is kept eovered with water, and the tub, being sup¬ plied with a tight-fitting lid or man¬ hole, should be opened as lit¬ tle as possible. After becoming nearly full, steam is turned on, and the batch kept about blood warm for 24 hours. This will dissolve nearly all the oil and resinous matters, which, being precipi¬ tated, causes the mass to assume a very •ticky consistency. Steam may now be turned on, and the mass brought to a boil for a moment or two. With a wooden connection, with a small barrel or keg, the tank is made tight and brought to a boil; the steam, having previously dissolved the oils, etc., will now- vaporize them, and will condense in the last-named keg. After a few hours the job is done, the keg is bunged or corked up, and is ready for shipment as commercial wintergreen oil, though made from birch refuse continually in the way.— Lumber Trade Journal. Americans in China. Charles Den by, who represent* the United States at Peking, reports offi¬ cially a compilation of the reports of American consuls in China showing the number and, partially, the occupation of Americans resident in China. The total is but 1022, as against probably 100,000 Chinamen in the United States. More than half the Americans in China are missionaries—only twenty-three are merchant*. Remarkable Will Power. Three stories were told over after dinner cigars the other day showing the power of man’s will, One was of a young officer in the English army, who was peculiarly stubborn and irascible. He had been confined to his bed after a severe attack of tbo heart and was un¬ able to move. His physician asked one of his fellow-officers to warn him that he ■would never get out of bed again, that he might arrange his affairs before death. When the sick man was told what the doctor had said he arose in his bed excitedly anl said: “I will never get up again, eh? I will walk to the doctor myself and show him. ” He jumped to the floor, walked across the room and fell dead. The other was about a Sheriff out West, who, when arresting a man, was stabbed through the heart. He seized the man by the shoulders after the blade had struck him, pressed him to the ground, drew his revolver, and deliber¬ ately thrusting it down the struggling prisoner’s throat, pulled the trigger the instant he himsel f died. The third story was regarding anoth¬ er officer who was hunting down a thief. The man thought he had given, his pursuer the slip, but just as he en¬ tered one door of a railroad car the offi cer appeared in the other, The thief instantly fired, the bullet penetrating his pursuer’s brain. The officer, how ever, returned the shot, bringing his man to the ground. He then dragged himself along the aisle of the car, firing as he crawled, until his revolver was empty. He was dead when he was picked up, a second after he ceased to shoot.— Boston Gazette. The Pueblo Indians. There are in existence nineteen “tribes” of Pueblo Indians, and ail live in the northern half of Hew Mexico ex¬ cept the Moquis, who are just over the line in northeast Arizona—490 miles east of Fort Yuma. Pueblo is a tribe name as much as Ute, and is never ap¬ plied to any other tribe. There is not in the whole southwest an ignoramus so monumental as to class Navajoes, Apaches, or Yumas, as of the Pueblos. No Pueblo ever dwelt in a wooden hut or “tepee.” They dwell in adobe or stone houses, and very neat, wholesome, and comfortable ones. They are the only Indians in the country who do. They have not abandoned any social laws. No American community in ex¬ istence is so well governed as a Pueblo town. There is no such thing among them—nor ever has been—as a chief. They elect their officers by ballot yearly. The Pueblos are not paupers in a land of wealth, but are invariably in com¬ fortable circumstances. The population of the villages runs from 100 to 1,500 and each village owns from 15,000 to 150,000 acres of land, the arable part being held in severalty. UndeT the sacred pledges of the treaty of Guada¬ lupe Hidalgo these people are entitled to full citizenship. They are the best class of people in the territory. They are short, as a rule, but almost invaria¬ bly of superb physique, and, as for brains, the average tourist certainly does not oversize them. They are al¬ ways modestly and picturesquely clothed and a more modest race doe» not dwell in the two Americas. A Newspaper Rack. For this rack two boards are required, the one forming the back a size larger than the other. The smaller one should be larger than a medium-sized newspa¬ per, folded as bought. Cover one side of each board with satin or plush of any shade liked, and work on smaller board some pretty design. Line with a con¬ trasting shade of satine. Put brass headed tacks or small ring3 at equal distance apart, in at the side3, and fasten the boards together by narrow ribbon laced back and forth. Suspend with a strong gilt cord attached to a brass ring fastened at each upper cor¬ ner. If liked, a gilt cord may be used for lacing instead of the ribbon.— Yankee Blade. The Beards Our Ancestors Wore. Our Saxon ancestors delighted ia wearing long, forked beards; the Nor¬ mans, on the contrary, at the period of the conquest, not only shaved theii chins but also the back part of their he*ls. They had not, however, been long established in England before they permitted their beards to grow to ex¬ travagant dimensions. An assistant secretary might be called an underwriter.