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POH NE75T dob-fPrintitig THE HEt^niiD OFFICE. CITY PRICES. VOL. XIII. WAYCROSS, GEORGIA, SATURDAY. NOVEMBER 12. 1892. NO. 50 l professional cards. D II. JAM. C. HII’PARP. Physician and Surgeon, \Vw»w*,G.n. •y Sundry. Can alw»y* **" found in Wil- lon Block, up wtair*. Apnl 14-tf. WALLACE MATHEWS, H. D., PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON. WAYCKOSS, : : : : GEORGIA. jan23-ly rT. K. Lai * Jewelry Store. D R. F. C. FOLKS, l'hyririnnand Sur- Ktu». W. OUR* * Oftire In at my residence, ami Brunswick a rionally engaged. 'an,be loti ml t prole*- jy-Liy DR. J. E. W. SMITH, Office Heed’s Illock. S(Mi ial attention given .linear of Hie Eye. Ear, Now nnd Throat. WAYCKOSS, - GEORGIA. |)K. A. P. ENGLISH, Physician and Surgeon, WAYCKOSS - - GEORGIA. BoiT All calU promptly attended, ifi# DR. RICHARD. B. NEW I'll YSH IA N AND St I’.GFJ IN. Office at .Mi** Renialiart’H, WAYCKOSS, : : : GEORGIA Dr. J. P. PRESCOTT, Practicing Physician HOBOKEN, GEORGIA. All rath pnmiptly attended. h S. L. DRAWDY, ATTORNEY AT L.WV. HOMER VILLi; : : GEORGIA DR. J.H. REDDING, OFFICE. FOLKS BLOCK, Near Hotel Phoenix. aptlO-ly HITCH & MYERS, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, Up Stairs Wilson'* Block. WAYCKOSS, GEORGIA. J S. WILLIAMS, Attorney at Law. WAYCKOSS. .... GEORGIA. JOHN V. MrJ^IONALH, Attorney nnd Counselor nt Law, WAYCKOSS, - - * GEORGIA OrnrK up Maim in Wihnn Block. OFFICERS OF WARE COUNTY. Wam-n Ix*tt—Onlinary. W. M. Wilson—Clerk Superior C S. F. Miller—Sheriff and Jailor. E. II. Crawley—Treasurer. Joe II. Smith—School Commis-in J. J. Wilkinson—Tax Receiver. T. T. Thigpen—Tax < ollcctor. CITY OFFICERS, WAYCROSS, «A. Arthur M. Knight, Mayor. Aldermen, W. A. McNiel. W. W. Sharp. J. II. Gillftn. Justice,.R- II. Mnrph * Herald, Official * BOARD OF KDCCATIO.V. II. W. Ural. President: J. M. Ma erretary; W. J. I'anwHI, l-.Jolm! . II, I*. Brewer. J. L. Walker. Board meets Second Saturday in in tKSft p. m., at High Helmut huilding. M. Allien W. A. Cason. Jl. W. Bred. W. D. Hamilton. Ex. Off Clerk. voman highly gifted. But so very frail withal. That the world declared her fallen. And rejoiced in her fell. As death's shadows gathered round her. And life’s day drew to a close, Bade her friends put on her tombstone. Those two meaning words: "God knows." A Story of a Practical Joke. POWDER Absolutely Pure. A cream of tarter baking powder. Highest of all in leavening strength.— Isitrtt V. S. Government Food Iteporf. Royal Bakixo Powers Co.. 100 Wall St. N.Y. II. W. Ifred. Chief Kngi A. p. English, W. M.;K. H. Retd, BLACKftllKAR CHAPTER NO. 9, R. A. Mis ts nt Masonic Hall, Plant Avc Friday in each month at 7:.’!u p. i ip. W. W. Sharpe, 11. I*.: lit Ex. E. II. Reed, Sccreti Bit OTII Kill KMtn I.OCX) MOTIVE Division ecr; J. W. II. A. Met ice. Him.ran. 2d and -ith Sundays of ca in.. Brotherhood hall. Hr M., C. T. N. Syfai: •ntli at B. L. E. hall. I K1KI.KS. ipt. J. Mel*. Far Hon: -2.1 Lieutci . John Hogan; Folks. day of each month. Drill night's tin and Thursday of each week. p. in. CROSS LODOK Meets every Monday evening at 7«MtoVhn JmA. Joim-s, N. G. ; I). Williams. S« n-lury | A. WILSON, Attornoy at Law, WAYCROSS, - - - GEORGIA JJ « CANNON, Attorney at Law, WAYCROSS, - - - GEORGIA Om.t upstairs in Wilson Block. Will practice in the Brunswick Circuit am ••Newhen* l*y special contract. Nov l.VSM ly. «T. Li. ORAWT iTIY, ATTORNEY LAW. WAYCROSS, : GEORGIA, i Mlicc in the Wilson Huilding. DB. T. A. BAILEY, DENTIST, dice over U E. Cook's, Plant A Venn AMONG TIIE CHURCHES. PKESBVTKRIAN HIHU II. in ins Street. Rev. W. S. Porter. P: Sabbaths except o'clock a. BAPTIST Cllt'RCU. Kli/aUdli Street. Rev. W. H. Scruggs. Pastot I‘reaching every Sabbath 11 a. in. and 7 I*. UI. Sunday School«very Sabbath :l p .in. 1‘rayer Mating every Tl.nm.hty 7:-*>* p. m. SAVANNAH AI > V ERTIS EM ENTS. WARREN LOTT, Fire, Life and Accident In surance Agent, Time Tried and Fire Tested 'ire, Life and Accident Insurance Coin panics, and REAL ESTATE OFFICE. KNIGHT & ALLEN, mr!9 ly Waycross, Ga. W. A. WRIGHT, J. P., And Agent For National Guarantee Co l\*t Oftlce Building, Wayci HOTEL PHOENIX, -f • In Kerry Rrsprrt. WAYCROSS, GA. Ow Xl.nl. Walk from ITniiHi l*fl>o1. J. W. Strickland, a ,. x , i»-ijr I’oopisiktoh. s indebted fully wfl'twtnl to settle np. ** old t»r ■* “ • the alstve linns arc n-speet- o settle np. as wc must close ni-incss. Payments will In* made t< r.Grace, who is authorised to settle th business of both linns. ('. ('. Ukvcc. W. A. McNeil. B. F. Guace. M ayorn**, ti«, Oct. JS, we. i n> E. GLEAN £ EDWARD LOVELL’S SONS, SAVANNAH, GEORGIA. $>00 Will be Given For any ease of rheumatism which can not 1*e cured by I)r. Drummond’s Light ning Remedy. The proprietors do not hide this offer, hilt print it in hold type on all their circulars, wrappers, printed matter and through the columns of news- paj»ers everywhere. It will work won ders—one bottle curing nearly every If the druggist has not got it, he will order it, or it will l*e sent to any address by prepaid express on receipt of price, #•">. Drummond Medicine Co. 48- 50 Maiden l^ine, New York. Agents anted. 'ujjalisoluicly eradicated. ro*c W.in on rhp*Ls\>e»utme**Coinpl«xloa. rcii Send *as 2 ccnt*tan!» iu < rSrJ.i be *'- Svnd*aa 2 cent ctauip lur XUpagi C3. l!A»t£* UE0ICIHI CO.. St. Lo*t. Me. WE GAN! As I read the touching story. How it thrilled me through and through. For I felt her life had sorrows That the cold world never knew. Ah! God knows how much of anguish. Oft is ma*’e ns by our foes. How we softer by their slander And the world’s deceit, "God knows.” Sometimes, wanderin^in the darknr Not a ray of light Is ours. And life’s plain becomes a desert Unrelieved by trees or flower*. Then how often we are tempted By the gold which crime bestows: How to overcome we struggle And how often fail. God knows. Few there are with lives so happy. That their life-boats drift away. With no ripple of the waters And no dimming of the day. Often on our way we falter. Struck perchance by cruel blows. With no strength to push us onwni And no voice to chccr, God know Wc have seen the wild-binls flying. Rise at to vc the fowlers aim. After thinned hadlx-cn their numl*e By the cruel shots that came. And how often our Itetter nature Rises high al*ove life’s woes. Till i e their she And v Hoi e heed them not Sod km* for hr And we search for that to love. In our wanderings forgetting, That its tourer rules all above; How oftentimes sends out tendrils, Each one clinging as it grows To a something and is hmkeii By a fitful Mast, God knows. Life at best has much of sorrow. Shadows arc as well as light; Never was a day so brilliant That it ended not in night. And but for our hope of heaven And its promised sweet repose, We should faint ere half life's battle Had been fought and won, Gi*d ki It was 7 o’clock and Marjeval hadn’t come In yet. Naturally madame, his wife, a spirited little blond of six and twenty years, was in a very bad humor, as was also Toinette, the bonne, who had looked in three times already to an nounce that the dinner would be done to a chip. What in the world had happened to “Of conrae, and it isn’t the first time either!" “No-o," said Phillipe, “not the first time—and to finish the subject, let ns read again." But if Phillipe demanded silence of his wife in order to return to Yds book it was not to enjoy more at his ease the prose of the romancer, but simply to be undisturbed while thinking over this discovery of his wife’s nntruthfnlness. “Something is hidden from me here,” he told himself. “I haven’t been in an omnibus today; Toinette never goes ont except on Sunday; this transfer ticket didn't come here alone, and no one bnt my wife conld have brought it. She has been out, and she wouldn’t admit it t< him? Some accident of course, for, ac- me because she had been somewhere that enstomed to leave the office at an estab- j she didu’t want me to know. Yes* it’s lished hour, Phillipe’s arrival could plain as a pipe stem—Jeannette deceives usually be foretold to the minute. Real- ’me; that much, at least, I know!’’ ly it was frightful! Phillipe had surely And resuming his book Phillipe been run over! That Montmartre cross- ; sought to take np the interrupted thread ing doubtless! He was so reckless al- . of his story. Pains thrown away. His ways, with an absolute mania for cross- | eyes were firmly fixed upon the printed ing a street when it was filled with a ! text, but his thoughts were flyiug else- pack of vehicles! Hark! no, a key grates where; he 6itnply conld not read; lie in the lock! closed the covers brusquely and slammed “Toinette! monsieur comes; quick, the book on the table, bring in dinner!” Jeannette jumped with a little scream. The door opened; Marjeval entered; “Heavens!” she cried, “have you lost like his wife flew to him. your senses, Phillipe, to startle “There was an accident then, Phillipe: that?” You aro hurt, crushed at last! 1 knew “Tell me the truth, then, Jeannette— it; 1 told you sol It doesn’t astonish me you did go ont today, did you not?-’ the least in the world!” | "Go—out—to-day? Look here, Phil “Hurt? Crushed? What the deuce, , lipe,” returned Jeannette angrily, “this Jeannette, are you talking about? How i is a little too much? Why, here for ten conld 1 he ‘crushed,’ I’d like to know?" | minutes past I’ve been sending the needle “But—such a late return!" j into my finger instead of my work, nl>- “Oh, 1 see; hut come, let ns have din- . sorbed by the thought that yon had ner; I’m dying of hnnger. I’ll tell yon taken a ’bus to-day and would not tell about it at table.” “As you please, bnt everything's dried np now. Nomatter, though, since you’ve no bones broken.” And while his wife placed the screen, turned up the gas and ran her eye over the silver to see that nothing was lock ing, Marjeval drew off his topcoat ami mopped his brow—for he had clearly been on the run to reach home. me!” “Yes, yes; I know; that may be, bnt you say this now only to turn me from the matter in hand. I beg of yon, Jean nette, to answer my question—yon dm go out today, did yon not?” “No, 1 did not; and as it was I tha* asked j*ou a question first 1 demand to be answered first.” And both of them cried out at one and the same time: “ ‘But l ten yon/ 1 cned, *1 tell you. “ ‘A lie, voting woman; pay up at once or off you go!’ “ ‘I tell you a lie, sir—1?’ “This was too much! Bang! and such a thump as 1 gave him! The conductor was going to slap me in retnrn, when the gentlemau here, who had seen it all, in terposed. The car was all in a commo tion. A policeman came and pulled uv outside. 1 begged monsieur, who had seen it all, to come along too, and then 1 demanded that the agents bring me here first, to the ltonse of my master, wh*« would tell them that I am an honest git i. and did not seek to cheat the company agent *te friends to place two meaning words l<x! knows" on her tombstone. We can- say tin? request has been heeded, if •onpled with the sad ap- I hope those li peals of her quiet dust will remind li lives and frfrnds of their negligence. Ryal J. Pint. Unfortunately, as he drew ont his j “Did you, or did yon not, take an out- handkerchief he pulled out with it uu J tiibus today?" omnibus transfer ticket, which fell on i Withthistherewasanominonspan.se. the floor unseen. j Mme. Marjeval, desirous of ridding h**r- The edge of his hnnger blunted, and I self of an unnecessary witness to con- while attacking the remains of a pate de : jngal discussions, and whom the serv- foiegras Phillipe became communica- ; ant’s coming and going in the salle tive, and told his wife that passing the : a-manger greatly annoyed, turned sharp- bourse coming home some one had ly and touched the bell, clapped him on the shoulder, and that i “Toinette,” said she, “put the wood “some one” was no other than Prondinc. j and coal in the corner and then yon arc Madame tiptilted her nose with an air ; free to go to see your sister.” that said plainly: The door had scarcely closed upon her “And who, pray, is Proudine?" j when Phillipe, who had restrained his “Proudine, you know," continued j rage only by drumming upon the table, her husband, “whom I’ve told yon of a ! burst out furiously: WILLIAM COBBETTS WIPE. 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From the day that I first spoke to her I never had a thought of her ever being the wife of any other man more than I had of her being transformed into a chest of drawers, and I formed my reso lution at once to marry her as soon as conld get permission, aud to get out of the army as soon as I could, so tiiat this matter was at once settled as firmly as if written in a book of fate. At the end of about six months my regiment, and I along with it, were moved to Frederickton.a distance of a hundred miles np the river of St. John, and what was worse, the artillery was expected to go off to England a year or two before onr regiment. The artillery went, and she along with them; and now it was that 1 acted a part becoming a real and sensible lover. I was aware that when she got to that gay place Woolwich, the home of her father and mother, necessarily visited by numerous persons not the most select, might become nnpleasant to her, and I did not like besides that she should con tinue to work hard. I had saved 150 guineas, the earnings of my early hours in writing for the paymaster, the quar termaster and others, in addition to the savings of my own pay. I sent her all my money before she sailed, and wrote to her to beg of her, if she fonnd her home uncomfortable, to hire a lodging with some respectable people, and at any rate not to spare the money by any means, bnt to buy herself good clothes and to live without hard work until I arrived in England, and I, in order to induce her to lay out the money, told her that I should get plenty more before I came home. As the malignity of the devil would have it, we were kept abroad two years longer than onr. time; Mr. Pitt (Eng land not being so tame then as she is now) having knocked up a dust with Spain abont Nootka sound. Oh, how 1 cursed Nootka sound, and poor, brawl ing Pitt, too, I am afraid! At the end of fouT years, however, home I came, landed at Portsmouth and gotmydis charge from the army by the great kindness of poor Lord Edward Fitz gerald, who was then major of my regi- a Try TUo HEKAliD OFFICE Fine Jon Printing. I found my little girl a servant of all work (and hard work it was at five pounds sterling a year in the home of a Captain Brisac, and without hardly say ing a word abont the maiter she put into my hands the whole of my 150 guineas unbroken!—“Advice to Young Men,” William Cobbett. The EtaMati of a Morel. A young woman who has a kinder garten in Avenue C has a practice of telling the children stories. One day she called for a retnrn of the favor, whereupon a small girl began in a whis per: “Once there was a father and a mother, and the mother got sick, and she said, ‘Be good to me, I’m aide.' And she kept on being sick, and they died in each other’s arms." Certainly, for brevity and breadth, this laconic trag edy could hardly have been better put. In these thirty-five words there are ele ments enough for a three column tale.— New York Times. thousand times, and whom 1 met at Vincennes. A regular character, that fellow—a journalist, practical joker and ont and out Bohemian! It’s five years since 1 saw him; judge then of my amazement and pleasure, for Proudine and I were always great chums. Brief ly, we entered Beron’s to take an ab sinthe together; Proudine was joking and talking and time passed before 1 knew it.” And dinner finished Marjeval got np, whistling cheerfully, and passed to his room to don his slippers and smoking jacket. Meanwhile his wife assisted Toinette to clear the table; they sat inthesalle-a- manger instead of the salon—because it was warmer and made it necessary to keep bnt one fire going. In stooping to pick np a napkin, she suddenly per ceived the “transfer” on the carpet, aud mentally asked herself, “How did that scrap of pasteboard come there?” add ing, naturally enough, “Phillipe dropped it of course.” Marjeval just then returned with the last new novel. “Yon walked home, 1 think yon told me, Phillipe, did yon not?" Jeannette asked carelessly, as he came in. “Or did yon take an omnibns?” “No, 1 walked, as 1 said.” “Yon are sure yon walked? Think well!” “Certainly, I’msnre; and what should I think abont? The office is only some twenty minntes from here!” “You are positive then, Phillipe, yon did not” “See here, Jeannette, this is a bore! Why shonld 1 say I’d walked if l*d taken a bus? And why do yon ask this?" “Why? Oh, only to know whether yon are fatigued." “What au idea!" And Marjeval installed himself in an easy chair by the fire, book on his knee and paper knife in hand, while Jean nette took her seat, opposite. Mme. Marjeval, however, closely watching him, was meutally discoursing with her self. “There's something under all this,” thonglit she. “I liaveu’t been ont of the house today; no more has Toinette. This transfer couldn’t have got here alone, therefore my husband brought it He has taken an omnibus today and did not wish me to know it; therefore he has been in some place that he seeks to conceal from me. His delay at dinner, too—ah-h! 1 begin to see—that tale of an old friend at the cafe was pore inven tion. Phillipe is deceiving me, and 1 am determined to know why.” And rising quietly she thrust the famous ticket behind a candelabra on the mantelpiece, Phillipe, absorbed in his book, seeing nothing. “lam going for my work," said she, and left the room. Five minutes passed and Phillipe, still reading, took long pulls at his pipe. Something was wrong with it; it refused to draw, clogged and went out. Phillipe rose impatiently for another match, and groping on the mantel for the box his eye alighted on the transfer ticket. “Halloo!" he exclaimed, “Jeannette’s been ont today. ’ The Bon Marche again, of course, though she says she never goes there”— Jeannette just then re turned, embroidery in hand, and Phillipe said carelessly: “Yon have been ont I see, dearest, to day in all this bad weather.” “I? No, indeed! Such weather as this would give a cat cold to venture ont in.” “Xou nave staid at borne, men, alt dav lone?" ‘There is no use denying it longer. Jeannette; you’ve told me a story, and told it to me because you were afraid to tell me the truth! The fact is, and yon know it well, all these comings and go ings to the shops—the Louvre, Bon Marche, etc.—are pretexts pure and si in pie, just as the bath—every three days n bath—I see it all now—is a pretext lik« all the rest! Fool that I’ve been to have suspected nothing! To have seen how strange these bathing excuses were! It is always so when one has confidence!” “Eh? What’s that you are saying?" cried Mme. Marjeval, whom very nat urally, we must admit, this suspicion deeply wounded. “If either of us lias aught with which to reproach one’s self, that one is not 11 These constant de lays, these flimsy excuses—sometimes one thing, sometimes another—a friend at the cafe, overwork at the office—in plain words are tales sewed with white thread! It is not the first time either that I’ve thought the same. Mme. Adel- berg, your sous-chefs wife” “There! 1 knew it! I knew that name would come np before you were done. Now look you, Jeannette, and mind what I say. If ever yon speak that name to me again” “Threats, monsieur, threats to Well, this is perfect! Til go, sir—go at once back to my mother, poor soul! Shell not be surprised” “Go; go by all means, and if yon stay till I come for yon, you’ll stay a long while!” And one word bronght on another in this bitter sweet dialogue—which, from the expressive pantomime that accom panied it, was rapidly approaching u crisis—when suddenly a turbulent stir on the staircase was heard, the passage door flew back, and Toinette, red as an overripe tomato, her eyes bloodshot, her dress disordered, and followed by two Bergento-de-ville and a much beraedaled little old man, burst breathlessly into the saUe-a-manger. “Ah, mon Dieu! mon Dieu! What’, the matter, what’s happened? Toinette, Toinette,” cried Mme. Marjeval alarmed, quick, tell ns what’s happened?’ Toinette, the old gentleman and both sergents-de-ville all responded, and kept on responding in excited chorus; in the avalanche of sound only the words “tramway,” “prison,” “conductor,” “ticket” and “honest girl” made them selves heard. Marjeval threw np his hands to heaven. “If yon all talk at once, like this, 1 cried be desperately, “no one can under stand. Stop, be quiet; yon speak, mon sieur, please,” addressing the bemedaled did party. “No, monsieur, no,” Toinette cried. "I’m the one that shonld tell it, since the business concerns me!” “Very well,” said Marjeval; “but first calm yourself.” “Then, monsieur and madame, it was just this way, you see. My sister lives, as I’ve told yon, in the Rue Poulet, just off the Boulevard Ornano, and to reach her house, as madam gave me permis sion, I took the 8:30 tramway that puses below and demanded a transfer. At the Gare de l’Eot I got ont, ran for the St. Ouen tramway, just that xuinnte abont to start, got on and gave the trans fer to the conductor. But the conductor refused it. I was no good, he said, and I must pay over again. “•What? said L ‘Why, it isn’t three minntes since they gave it to me! See. yonder’s the car on which I earner “ ‘Yes, yes, I know,* said the conduc tor, ‘it’e no good, I tell yon; yon pay. I say. or foot itrmv dear.’ that fool conductor said!" “Maybe, miss,” suggested smoothly, “you had another ticket in your pocket?” * ‘No, sir. only this," answered Toinette. beginning to rummage vigorously; “how conld I? 1 had just got off the car and” She stopped suddenly, drew ont her hand, and there in the palm lay the duplicate of transfer nninber one. “Well!” said she staring stupidly, “where did I get the bad one that I gave the conductor?” Mme. Marjeval meanwhile had been examining the two bits of pasteboard that Toinette held in her hand. “See," said she suddenly, “where did you get this one?’ “How shonld I know, madame—ah. yes, now I see it all.” “Well, well, quick, go on—where?" “I am, madame, I am going on. Madame recalls that before going ont I put the dining room to rights, aud as this transfer ticket was thrown upon the mantel I brushed it into my apron in tending later to put it into the fire” “That same transfer again!” the eye., of M. and Mme. Marjeval said plainly as they glanced at each other. At the same instant there was a swift rush in the corridor and the apartment bell pealed turiouslv. Every one j ninja < 1. Toinette flew to open the door; a gentle whom she had never seen before pushed by her hastily, darted through the anteroom like a meteor and fell breathlessly into a chair. “You, Proudine!” cried Marjeval, amazed. ’Yes, yes—I,” stammered the new comer, more breathlessly still. ‘‘Phil lipe, quick, tell me, did yon find in yonr pocket an omnibus transfer ticket?* ‘This one, perhaps,” Marjeval re turned wonderingly, pointing to the one in Toinette’s hand. “Exactly!” shouted Proudiue, seizing it eagerly. “Heavens! I’m glad to find it! Such a chase ms I’ve had!” 'Bnt look here, Proudine, what does all this mean, and how the dickens did that ticket get into my pocket?" “The easiest thing in the world. It conies from that devilish mania of mine for practical joking! I put the ticket in yonr pocket at the cafe, without reflect ing that I had written on the back of it the address of a friend—a friend who expected me to dinner this evening, ami whom I must find to explain.” “Well," said Marjeval grimly, “if i* were not for our old friendship, Proud ine— However, let it go this time; only all I have to say is that when yon next try yonr jokes on any one it had better not be on me!” “What makes yon look so serious, Phillipe?” “No matter what; as 1 say, let it go; it’s too long to tell, bnt, thanks to your charming pleasantry, I’ve had a quarrel with my wife and Toinette has come within an ace of spending the night in a police station.” Prondine was desolate, heart broken, but forced to go; to go at once, too, on the jump. He was booked for 7; ’twas now 8. “Madame, Messienr, Phillipe. old boy, au revoir, au revoir!” “Monsieur,” said a policeman, to the bemedaled and patient old party, “it’s time we were moving. Come, please. As for yon, my girl, another time no more slaps, remember.” And the door closed upon the repre sentative of the law. “Phillipe!" “Jeannette!” “Will yon take back the—the bath?” “With all my heart, dearest.” “Very well, then, I’ll withdraw Mme. Adelberg.” And tho transfer ticket being safe now in Proudine’s pocket, they fell into each other’s arms.—Translated from the French of Galipauj by E. C. Waggener for Short Stories. IVliat She Thought of SUfflUn*. Slimkins was a creature who wore trousers. He was rich and respectable. He didn’t have to earn hia own living. He was a butterfly of fashion. That's why trousers looked queer on him. He went to teas. He never led a german. He hadn’t the capacity for that. He did have the capacity, though, for falling in love. As usual in such cases, he fell in love with a superior girt Dreams and dndes go by contraries. So did the girt. She wonldn’t have it a little bit. “What shall Ido? What shall I do?" he moaned. “You might commit suicide heroic ally,” she suggested coldly. “But that wonld be mnrder,” he ex claimed, horrified. “I think not,” she said assuringly. “Any jury in the country would call it justifiable homicide without leaving the box.”—Detroit Free Press. ’ Why Electrle Lamps Blacken. One of the most interesting results in dicated by an investigation was that the blackening of the lamp bulbs is not en tirely due to the deposition of carbon particles from the filaments, bnt is largely owing to vapor of mercury left in the lamp chamber by the Sprengct pump. The evil was far less apparent in lamps exhausted by pumps which did not involve the use of mercury. The reason of this blackening is a point which should be cleared np by chemists. It is suggested that minute quantities of sulphur may exist in the filament, and may combine with the traces of mer cury vapor, forming, after a time, black, solid mercury sulphide.—Pittsburg Dis- nateb. iiiii. riHBasal xiii HHlikitiliiiii mmli