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Tn viitmnry Mtill T plainly Him? Mr n»otli**r mlliti'' ‘ VVillk* Come, Willie? Hurry in'” In fancy I ran are the door And her there a« ulie atood of \nre, And hear he? nny: “dome in!” To every hour of play Mv j oy* were alwav-* swept away, For mother ne’er forget to iv "Oh, Willie' Now come in!” 1 WHITE WATER-LILIES. I &/■ liy Helen f : orrcst Graves. 8 y~w —j IIK miiiw: was Just penciling ' I " Jims of zigzag gold athwart | flic purple-black clouds that wcr j. 1 along till’ west; the soft, while iniMt lay, like a shadow of fleecy pearl, over the line of the little alder fringed river; and the train from New York, after a minute's stop, fluiui out its Itlaek liatnter of smoke, and glided swiftly on, gradu ally neeelerat lltg Hs speed, :ts II moved out oi sight Only two passengers for Cruxlmr oili;It. It was no fashionable siiiiiim r line place like Sai atop, Cape May, or even Clifton .Springs. Imt there were few evenings when tie - were not at lea t hall a dozen lo spring from the platform oi the V w York ears. To-nlghl, however, two only were visible two who stood staring at each other with a sort of tinwilliu;; rccog nit lon. "M's never yon, Fitzroy?” said one, In a peat I colored summer suit, with an expensive I’auaina lint and gloves of the palest primrose tint “Mlcss me, Symington. Who expect ed to see you here, of all places in I lie •world!” ejaculated Mr. Filzroy, who was attired In Immaculate while, with a dainty sole leather valise ill one Hand, and a cigar in the other. Moth young men looked decidedly sheepish, as they might have done were Iwtth very suntll hoys, delected hy their mnicrnal ancestors in the very ait of stealing sugar front the top shelf in the cupboard. "There's it lintel here, I supposeV" said Symington, gazing dubiously around at the two or three houses, the church and the miscellaneous Store which constituted the village of \ Tuxhorotigh. "Why, of course." responded Fltz roy. who was of a sanguine disposi tion. And both tim gentlemen adjourned to the hotel a one story building, with n barroom of disproportionate size to remove the dust of travel Had smoke the cigar of peace or rath cr of trin e. Moth .John Symington and I’erdin titul i’ltzroy had conic on the same errs ltd to see Olive llamnirt, the belle and beauty, who had come to Cruxborotigh to recruit her roars for flic next I'hlhtdelphin season. Miss Hareourt had supposed that Cruxborotigh would afford her a sale relrent front admirers and Imres alike, Imt she was mistaken. Title love will llnd Its way through holts and bars, mid It Is not likely that a few miles of wood and : wamp Mill prove any obstacle At all exeats, il did not in I lie Individual Instances of Mr. Synt liigton and Ills friend, l'Vrdinatnl Kit* m.v. Olive Hareottrl was not surprised to See Ihettt the next day, as she sat Sketching on the slope of a hill. "How Is old IMdlndelplila ?" she in quired, "hot and dusty as ever'.'" "Well, yes," said Symingtoh; "but II has Its advantages. Don't you timl l 1 very dull le-tv?" “Not so very.” Miss Hareourt an pwered. "I'm In a farm house the sweetest old elm shaded spot you ever Miw!" (ltul she did not Invite Mr. Symine ton to come there, Filzroy observed, with delight t "Any pretty places around here?" Symington asked, with simulated ease of nmituer. "Oh. plenty of 'em! My the way. can either of you swim?" cried Olive, her deep blue eyes sparkling Into sud den brightness Mr, Symington unwillingly owned that he could not -neither, It appeared, could Mr. Fitzroy. "Os course not! Nobody even can do what I want 'em to do!" pouted Olive. "There tire some of the sweet est water lilies you ever saw just out lit the stream, and I do so want a few to,model In wax ” they far? Perhaps l could reach 'em with the hook of my cone?" Miggested Symington. "No, you couldn't," said Olive, Im patiently "Milt t'll go and show them to you. all the same. I>l give anything In the world for some of them!" "Anything?" repeated Symington, laughing "Yea, anything!" said Olivo, with a saucy nod. She ktn-w she was safe enough. Just where the Kiver Croix makes a little bend around the abrupt slopes of it tiny island, sweeping Into the broad er and bluer expanse beyond lay the t ingle of broad green leaves, float ing serenely, starred here and there with tlu- creatu-whlte cups of the t>u|terh water lilies. . "Oh. s< • them!" cried Olive, longing Iv clasping h r hands together. "If 1 could only get one just one!" Mr. Fitzroy looked at Mr Syming ton; Mr Symington eyed the far off lilies Both of them wished tli m m-luN cns'oiiih s, water rats. speckled trout anything, iu fact, which could Mviut "Vest jc . , said Symington "Upon my word, superb!" said I'm* l J They continued their walk over the crest of the hill to see a cascade, which was the only curiosity about WHEN MOTHER SAYS "COME IN." <> it was long ago that T Obeyed that sweet, that fond old cry Os “Willie, dear, come in!” And oli, 1 would that I could be A child again, back there, and she I’.crnained to rail me in!— Alt. when my cares are put away, When I am through with toil and play, Shall I, up there, hear mother say, In loving tones, “Come in?" —S. K. Kiser, in Chicago Times-Herald. Crux borough, a.id then down hy a ruined paper-mill, which was consid ered pin tires(|uc; and then home. “About timse water-lilies?” said Sy mington, meditatively. "Yes,” said Fitzroy, “she must have some water-lilies.” "And the man that gets them stands the best in her good graces, eh?" "So it would appear." Moth young men went hack to their hostelry, and made diligent Inquiry separately, however, mid without collusion about a boat. No such atpialic convenience was to lie had, it appeared, on Investigation. "f never was iu such an outlandish place in all my life!” said Symington. "But i'll gel Iter some lilies if i pay their price in gold!” "You mean you'll send to Philadel phia, where they're blossoming away as thi -It as peas, close to you?” “Never you mind what 1 mean!” Symington retorted. "Ilumpli!" said b’ilzroy. "If some folks choose to he reticent, others can lie equally so!” “.lust as you please!" said Syming ton, laughing. Filzroy hugged himself. lie had I lie best excuse in the world now for not telling his rival about the leaky ptiut ho hud discovered under Farmer Hathcway's old barn. "lie'll send to Philadelphia to night," thought lie. "His lilies will come front the florist’s, all packed in wet cot ton, to-morrow evening. I’ll he up at sunrise, and bring the flow era. all wet willi dew, as a morning offering to Olive's breakfast table; and he may laugh who wins. Mr. Symington went to the railroad station and sent a note to Philadel phia hy the conductor of the evening train Just precisely as Ferdinand Fitzroy laid conjectured he would. Fitzroy slepl, with his watch in his hand, lest sunrise should steal on him unawares. And, early next morning, Symington was snoring comfortably as Fitzroy passed the young*mail's door. Ferdin and's heart thrilled with triumph as he heard the somnolent sounds. Pool and fresh, and wax-like, glim mered the lilies in the purple flush of the glorious midsummer dawn; sweet and clear echoed the songs of the rob ins and thrushes in the alder houghs that dipped their green lingers in the water. "Urine on your boat, my lad.” said Fitzroy to the hoy who sat waiting on the shore. "Her leaks a lilt,” hesitated the boy. “Dad, lie united a piece of oilcloth in her bottom, hut il ain t no good.” "Nonsense." said Fitzroy. "Here! give me the oars! Now steer, and don't let's hear any more of your non sense. Whoop! Hurrah! here we are!" The stern of the boat ran Into the mat of water lilies with a soft rustle of crushing greenery. Fitzroy caught greedily at the miiuy-hlossoin cups and half-open buds, pure as if they were carved ill pearl. "This is something like,” panted he. "If only Symington could see me now! Hold on. though! 1 must have yonder great, shining flower!" Mixing up iu the boat, he leaned over nearly bis whole length to reach the royal blossom still it evaded hint. "1 will have it," he muttered, with il reckless plunge. "Oh, take care, sir!" squeaked the boy. But his counsel canto too late. The boat gave it lurch. Fitzroy lost his balance, and over he went splash— Into the still ami shining water. • • • "Dear heart alive, sir. don’t fret! You ain't drowned nor you ain’t hurt. It's nothin' on atrth but a good scare; and them Hathewuys ought to he indicted for eoaxin' anybody to go out in their old leaky, rattle-trap of a boat—-that they ought." Mr. Fitzroy sat in a big rocking chair in Fanner Westwood's kitchen, dressed In an old blue-flannel dress ing gown which belonged to that gen tleman's father, a frilled night-eap tied about his ears, his feet thrust in to coarse carpet slippers, and a woolen stocking tied about his neck—Mrs. Westwood's pauucca for all possible and impossible ailments. "Here's the mustard plaster," said Mrs. W cat wood, triumphantly. "And here's the sage tea. Drink it now. like a darling good gentleman, aud then I'll get a sponge aud wash the mud off ! your face." "But 1 say. look here!" sputtered Fitzroy. getting a eltauiv glimpse of ! himself in the little asparagus-shad I owed mirror that hung below the eloek, "Fm such a 'Judy of a sight!"' I "Oh, never mind." purred benign Mrs. Westwood. "There's nobody to see you except—" . At that Instant Olive Hareourt came in. robed iu a cool white muslin, her golden hair tloatiug around her like a cloud. "Mrs. Westwood " she l»egnn. And then, struck with an irresist ible sense of the ludicrous, she burst | out laughing. "Fray forgive me. Mr. Fitzroy." she at last enunciated; "but you do look so exactly like the picture of Little Bed Biding Hood's graudmother! 1 only came in to offer my box of homeopathic remedies, iu ease you should have taken cold.” And she ran out again, nearly chok ing with renewed laughter. Fitzroy. scarlet with mortification, at once perceived how the matter stood. They had taken him, iu the full tide of his ill-luek, to the very farm house that sheltered the fair head of Olive Hareourt! And about lit the same moment the glib voice of John Symington sounded on the rose wreathed porch. “Ah, Miss Hareourt, the gods them selves have rained down gifts upon us! See what I have got!” “Water-lilies! Oh, what beauties!" cried out Olive, rapturously. “I found them lying on the shore of the river, near ; n old overturned boat, Some water nymph lias heard your longings and gratifies them tints!” “Oh, I am so glad!” “And I—am X not to have my re ward?” The voices grew louder, and more earnest, as they receded, and Ferdin and Fitzrop gave a groan from the depths of his heart. * * * “Take some more sage tea?” said Mrs. Westwood. "Nothing like sage tea for the gripes.” But alas, not even sago tea Is a medicine for the mind diseased—and that was what ailed Mr. Fitzroy. He had sown, and another had reaped; he had risked his life, not to mention having made himself supremely ridic ulous, for the very water-lilies where with John .Symington was now plead ing suit. “‘lnconstancy, thy name is wom an!’ ” groaned Fitzroy, gulping down the scalding-hot ten. "Here, get me my own clothes! I’m going to Phila delphia hy the next train!” “But. sir, they ain’t dry." "I don’t care if they are as wet as Noah’s great-coat. I won’t wear these tilings another minute!” he roared. He persisted in his determination. The consequence was a six-weeks’ in fluenza, at the end of which he re ceived cards for Mr. and Mrs. Syming ton's first wedding reception. “What fools people are!" said the sneezing philosopher.—Saturday Night, John’* Cue 1h Doomed. According to a resident of China town, tlie statesmen of the flowery kingdom arc now considering the ad visability of altering the Chinese law which requires Mongolians to wear cues. The local informant is authority t'or tin; statement that the Chinese wore their hair American fashion some 30t) years ago, at which time they like xviso wore garments similar to those in use in tills country to-day. With a new emperor came rn alteration in the two fashions, and ever since cues anil blouses have been quite the proper tiling. Now there is a groat agitation for a change back to the old style. The Chi nese are of a practical turn of mind, and insist that too much time Is re quired to dress their long braids. There is considerable objection to the style now in vogue, and so persistent for a change has become the demand that it is likely the law establishing the style of head-dress will lie altered. It is stated that the Chinese will not wear their hair long, hut that their heads will be kept shaven. Only indefinite rumors of the proposed change have been received from the old country, but local Chinese express the belief that the present unpopular style will he abolished. Portland (Ore.) Tele gram. Krlifme of Slow-Coming Firemen. Those who see the tire horses leav ing their stalls when the fire bell strikes have probably noticed that the animals stand under the harness until the firemen come to fasten it. In one of the houses there is a horse that stands well if there is a man on the floor, but if there is no one there the horse will run back to the stall and will have to be led out again. A driver who was once connected with No. 1 Company says that he has tried all kinds of schemes to break the horse of this habit, but lias been unsuccessful. Several times men were concealed on the floor, and the horse was sent out. It seems that he located the men by sense of smell, and when those tests were made the animal always stood in his proper position. Michael Ward, of the truck company, has hit upon a plan that will fool such a horse. It is to rig up a dummy the size of a man. with false whiskers and a cap, and have an electric wire connected with the figure, so that when the alarm is given and the doors open, the dummy will be made to sway gently as if im bued with life. It is expected that the horse, seeing this, will suppose it is a fireman.—Hartford (Conn.) Courant. Hell* veil at bust He Was Swindled, "Ethel,” said Lionel Bertram Jones, as he dropped his slice of bread iu the plate with a noise that set the canary in the gilt cage overhead chirping mer rily. "Ethel, L have something to say to you.” They had been married only four weeks, and the time had not arrived when she did all the saying. "Do you renteutlier the day on which I proposed to you?” "Yes,” she replied, "I will never for get it." "Do you remember,” he went on, as he abstractedly drilled a hole In the loaf with the point of a carving knife, "how, when I rang the hell, you came to the door with your lingers sticky with dough, and said you thought it was your little brother who wanted to get iu?” "Yes.’” "Oh. Ethel! How could you? How could you?" "Haw could I what?” she responded, rs a guilty look crept into her face. "How could you make me the victim of such a swindle?" A PRIMITIVE MILL FOR GRINDING SUGAR CAE —— i mi ~^ ;;; ~~ ' Tho scene depicted in the accompanying ilustration is not an uncorn t)'"i one in the sugar producing districts of the United States and indicates with what primitive machinery ilio juice of the succulent cane may he extracted. Although the large plant ations of Louisiana, Cuba, Hawaii, etc., own and operate the finest establishments, fitted with electric rnul chinciy am! lights, wilh the latest app lianees for grinding cane, hojling and crystallizing, there are many small fa ruts, distant from any central factory, where no more elaborate machinery than that shown here is used. A com pie of posts set in the ground have bet ween them two upright rollers, either of Iron or wood, which are set in motl on by a mule or by oxen and fed tty an attendant. Tho juice is caught in a barrel or conducted by wooden troughs to the boilers, where it is converted into sugar by a process equally primitive. The “sugar season” is looked forward to all the year, especially by the juvenile members of the community, and every living thing connect ed with the plantation gets sleek and fat from the absorption of cane juice. This sort of sugar mill is frequently f ound in Cuba and Porto ICico, where it is known as a “trapiche do buey.” oaoooooooooooooooooooooooo o ° § Mountain About to | § Fail on a Town, I O " o q Val O Is Expected to lie Wiped Out m ;j O Existence by the Moving Mountains Above. n b o OCCCCOOOOOCOOCOOOCOOOGOOCO The Neuehatel district of Switzer land is threatened with a fearful dis aster. A huge mountain in the Jura range has been so quarried that its sides are cracking, and the whole vast mass of more than a million cubic meters is in motion, says the London Daily Mail. Indeed, when the present frost breaks up it is feared that the mountain will fall into the valley. Sev eral towns are in imminent danger of being wiped out, and the inhabitants A FALLING MOUNTAIN. have been warned. The Jura range is ’ the block of mountains rising between the lthine aiul the llhone. and forming the frontier between France and Switz erland. It is really a huge plateau, i:>« miles long and thirty-eight miles broad. The height of the mountains varies considerably, but that of the t’lmsseron, near Xeuehatel, is .V-’Sti feet. The cracks in the mountain which threatens to fall are growing daily more ominous, and create sounds likened to thunder. The au thorities, of course, can do little to prevent the impending disaster, but they are trying to avoid it and to save life. A Trotting- Wonder. In offering to back Boralnta, -.08. for fabulous sums against the most noted trotters of last season’s cam •••.' ■ paigu it is probable that Thomas \V. Lawson, of Boston, is influenced more by sentiment and a desire for adver tisement than by judgment. That the i son of Boreal is a great horse no one ean deny, but he has yet to prove that he has the extreme of speed of the Ab j l ot, or Ore see us, 2.04. How ever, the freedom with which his own- or offers to put up his cash, together with the splendid showing Boralma has made on the turf in the company in which he has performed, entitles him to the full benefit of all doubt. Last year Boralma won every race in which he started, including the fa mous Transylvania Stakes at Lexing ton, Ky., when he was slightly lame. He was then a four-year-old, aud this performance, on top of his three straight victories as a three-year-old, entitles the gelding to a great amount of respect from the horse public. Mr. Lawson is not the only man who thinks well of Boralma, however, for such a shrewd judge as Andy Welch declares that the Boston horse can beat the Abbott. How Many Triangles? Many little folks are fond of work ing out puzzles, reading riddles, solv ing enigmas and the like. Here is an odd little drawing sut , tted by a young reader who wants to know how many triangles it contains. She can count a great many, but she confesses that she doesn’t know when to quit counting them, aud site confesses too that she doesn't really know how many there are. Will some little boy or girl help her to find out? I'oiaon In Primroses. Physicians and gardeners have often asserted that the common primrose is poisonous, and Dr. Nestler has given an account in a German journal of experiments proving this to be the ease. The glandular hairs contain the poison in the form of a yellowish green secretion. This, when eoncen trated, is very virulent, as the author discovered by testing the effect upon himself. The Ksliy'! Chance, of Life. A baby-boy a mouth old can expect lint forty-two years of life. When he is five years older his chances of !i> iug have increased to fifty-one years six mouths. WHEN FATHER SHAVES HIS FACE. When father shaves his stubbly £ae« At nine on Sunday morn. There always steals upon the puwse A feeling of forlorn. An awful stillness settles down On all the human race; It’s like a funeral in town When father shaves his face. lie gets the razor from the shelf And strops it un and down: And mutters wiidlv to himself, And throws us all a frown. We dare not look to left or right. Or breathe in any ease; E’en mother has to tiptoe nuite When father shaves his face. He plasters lather everywhere, And spots the window pane; But mother savs she doesn’t care, She’ll clean it oft again. She tries to please him all she can. To save us from disgrace; For he’s an awful nervous man When father shaves his face. We try to sit like mummies there, And live the ordeal through; And hear that razor rip and tear, And likewise father, too. And if it slips and cuts his chin. We jump and quit the place; No power on earth can keep us in Ts father cuts his face. —Joe Cone, in the New York Ileraia. pith and point. He—“ Are you interested in poetry?” She—“Ob, yes, indeed! I never miss reading the street car advertise ments.”—Philadelphia Record. Miss Beansby—“Perhaps you have not read all of Omar Khayyam?” Mrs. Porkchopp—“Perhaps not. Has he written anything recently?”—Puck. The Justice—“l don’t remember ever seeing you before.” The Accused— “No, your Honor; you see. you don’t belong to our set.”—Boston Transcript,, The blindest man is one in ehureh Who findeth out too late lie hasn’t got a cent, when they Begin to pass the plate. —Philadelphia Record. Customer—“ Waiter, it is nearly half an hour since I ordered that turtle* soup.” Waiter—“ Sorry, sir; but you know how slow turtles are, sir.”— Tit-Bits. | Impecunions Lover—“Be mine, Amanda, and you will be treated like an angel.” Maiden—“ Yes, I suppose so. Nothing to eat and less to wear. No, I thank you.”—What-To-Eat. She weighed him in the balance, Then answered him quite frank: “You're weighed and found wanting A balance in the bank.” —Chicago Daily News. Miss Quizzer (who wants to know everything)—“Now, what do you con sider to be tlie most curious thing you ever saw, professor?” Professor Trot ter—“A woman, madam.”—Harlem Life. “The boy," concluded the oculist, “is color blind.” “Then what do you think we should put him at?” “Well, wliat's the matter with making an impressionistic painter of him?”— Philadelphia Times. “Oh, where are you going, my pret ty maid?” “I am going to church, kind sir,” she said. “What do you there, I would ask, pretty maid?” “I pray, and I think up new hats,” she said.—Detroit Free Press. “Oh, Miss Stone!” the undesirable suitor pleaded, “if you wouid only give me the least encouragement.” “That’s what I am doing, Mr. De Trow,” re plied the haughty beauty. “Good day.”—Philadelphia Press. Drug Clerk—“l’ve been docked a week’s salary for making a mistake aud killing a man. Lend me $5, won’t you?” Friendly Policeman—“ Couldn’t possibly. I’ve just been suspended for a week for killing another one.” — New York Weekly. Assistant—“l think we have all the portraits hung except this one of An drew Carnegie. Where shall we put. him?” Chief (of hanging committee) —“Just above the Duke of Wellington, A steel king outranks an iron duke.” —Baltimore American. Eight as a Curative Agent, An important paper dealing with the curative action of light has been recently presented to the Academie des Sciences by Dr. P. Garuault. A number of definite eases are cited in which it seems difficult to ascribe the alleviation or cure to any agency other than light, or, at least, radiant energy. For example, a lamp of fifty candle power, provided witli a silvered para bolic reflector, was applied to eight cases of muscular or articular rheu matism of average gravity, and of sev eral years’ standing, and in all these cases a marked and apparently per manent improvement was obtained at the end of three to twelve operations. Chronic catarrh of the nose was also treated with success by the applica tion of light accompanied by vibratory massage, and in twelve cases of deaf ness the application of light alone brought about good results. Dr. Gar uault's attention was first drawn to this subject by M. Trouve, who ob served a workman afflicted by rheu matism was completely cured by re maining in the vicinity of an intens’e are-light for an electric fountain, and, subsequently, that in works employ ing electric soldering, in which there is a great effulgence of light, work men had ceaseu tj be afflicted by such diseases as rheumatism and gout Fooling the Public. “I'm about hushed in the matter of curiosities,” mused the owner of a small store. “It's a bad habit—this idea of drawing trade by making a mu seum of the window, but I can't stop now—business won’t allow i^” A few hours later the soda water trade was rushing. The crowd outside the window gazed until it was thirsty at the remarkable bird that hung in a big cage. The card attached bore a handful of ihe alphabet hysterically put together aud designed for a scien tific name. After it were the words: "From Samoa.” A few days later the “curiosity” was feeding in the back yard with tiie rest of the bantam hens. Detroit Free Rress.