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DREAMS. "Dnum are bat InUrtades which fsacj makes." In tbe purple dreamland lying. White winged dreams, * Snap with folded pinions fair In tbe hearts of violets rare, . Where the yellow roee lies sighing, ‘ Slumbering seems. # 8oft grey clouds with sleep o'erweigted 'Far are seen. And each heavy lidded star Drifts through dream seas still and far, Mists of gold, with peace o'erfreighted, Lie between. Brooding wings stretch o'er the meadows Purple barred. Snowy lilies, faced with gold. In their bosoms dreams enfold, Where tbe night wrings cast their shadows Golden starred. In tbe mist land drrami are lying Full of peace. Weary souls gire up dark care In the dream land far and fair. In tbe hearts of roses sighing Sorrows cease. —Fannie Isabel Sherriek. I DOWN THE SHAFT. “As if I would think of a common coal-hand!” said EmmelineLathrop,con temptuously. “I am surprised at your insolence, Mr. Milford?” She laughed lightly as she spoke, but to Garrett Hilford it was no matter of mirth. ‘•You’re not in earnest, Emmy?” he pleaded. “You can't be in earnest? You nerer would hare accepted all my atten tions, and looked at me with such sweet, smiling eyes, if you hadn't meant some thing by it. I may bo only a coal-hand, that is true,” he added, with a dark-red flush mounting to his brow, “b getting fair wages, and I could make a good and comfortable home for the woman that trusts herself to me.” “It’s quite out of the question,” said Emmeline, decidedly. Hilford gnawed his under lip. ‘Then you meant nothing all this time?” he said, in a repressed voire. “I meant to enjoy myself—nothing more.” “Humph!” uttered Hilford, sardon ically. • -The ‘spidf r ir. cans to enjoy her self when she lures the wretched fly into her net! Tbo beautiful, hissing, dia mond-eyed serpent menns nothing else when it drags the palpitating bird to de struction ! A strange sort of diversion, that!” “I wish, Mr. Hilford, if you’re through, you’d go almut. your business.” said Emmeline, coloring and biting her lip. “There’s a good many customers coming in about this time of night, and I don’t thiuk they'd be particularly edifled by your tragedy speeches.” “You think not, chi” said Ililford. ‘•Well, I will go.” “Good-by!” said Emmeline Lathrop, much relieved nt this prospect of being so easily rid of her swain. “Oh, I won’t say good-by!” returned Hilford, with a light laugh. “Who knows but that wc may meet again?” Emmeline sincerely hoped not. And just then some Indies came in to look at ribbons and laces, and the pretty shop girl found all her thought and time oc cupied. And after all, what was the use of troubling herself sbout it? It was very foolish of young Hilford to attach i much importance to a mere flirtation an exchange of the silly, smiling noth ings which belong to the vocabulary of all young people. Did he think that she, with all ncr attractions, intended to be come that worst of all drudges—a poor man’s wife? And when, a few days subsequently, •he heard that Garrett Ililford bad left tho place, sho was very glad. “I don’t really think that he would have made me any trouble,” she mused; “but there was a look in his face that I did not like. It’s a good thing that he is gone.” And once moro Emmeline threw her self into the gaieties of her light and frothy life. She was young ana beauti ful. Why, then, should she not enjoy herself? To have half a dozen lovers at to be engaged three-deep at every ball, picnic or excursion; to muse ou the possibilities of a splendid match some day, when she should have danced and dreamed her fill—this was her life. So, one day, she accepted Ethelbcrt Warren’s invitation to go with him on an excursion to the Wardenvillo Moun tain Glen. “He’s rich,” said tho little schemer to herself, “if he is stupid. And money means so much! Of course, it would be pleasanter to go with George Sisson; and George will feel dreadfully to be thrown over; but poor, dear Gtorge is only a steamboat clerk, at ten dollars a week. Oh, dear, why i9 it that all the nice young fellows are so horribly ineligible?” And no one acceded more joyfully to the proposition to descend into the black chasm of the Wardenvillo Coal Mine, “just for fun,” than did Emmeline Lathrop. “Have I ever been down a mine? No, of course not!” the saucy beauty cried, ‘•/live above ground, thank you! But of course it would be a splendid frolic to go down the shaft, if all the rest of you are going.” And they huddled together, screaming and laughing, on the rude elevator as it descended lower, and still more low, into the black depths of the earth, until the yellow shine of day had vanished, and all that illuminated their facet was the lurid light of the torches carried by the men who accompanied them. “Why,” cried Emmeline, as at last the elevator touched ground, and the sprang off, “it’s like a cathedral, with long aisles, supported by columns of glittering jet! Three hundred feet below the level of the earth! Oh, it don't semi possible! It is grand beyond all I had dreamed of! —yet oh, how frightfully gloomy 1 One feels as if one were under a spell.” The little party scattered in various directions under the gleaming arches of coal, lighted here and there by the piti ful glare of torches, and Emmeline found herself in a long, apparently interminable aisle, with its rudely-hewn sides glisten ing l : ke black diamonds. “Where am I!” she cried, a little easily. “Have I lo.-t my way?” Fromm pathway, which seemed to in tersect the broader aisle at right angles, a dark figure stepped forth, with a If '' shining like a yellow star in the barn the cap it wore. “Step this way,” said a deep, subdued voice. And Emmeline gave a little shriek. “Is it Garrett Hilford?” she cried “Here?” “Itis Garrett Hilford, and here,” he answered, composedly. “How do you do, Miss Lathrop? Can I show you around my quarters? Wc don't have many visi tors down here, and so, of course, we are proportionately glad to see them.” “Where is the rest of the party!” said Emmeline, glancing nervously in this di rection and that. 'Gone around by the Black Arch, I suppose,” Hilford answered. “lt*s quite a cariosity, that Black Arch—at least, to the above-ground people aeem the think. Would you like to ace it?” “I must go back to the others,” eaid Emmeline, hurriedly. “We can meet ahem presently,” said Garrett, with the utmost composure. “Follow me, please. It> only a few rods.” He walked on, and Emmeline, after a few momenta's hesitation, reluctantly followed. What else was there for her to do, but to keep in sight of that faint yellow star, where all else was hideous blackness? But after she had walked quite a dis tance through siuuous pathways, some of which were scarcely wide enough to admit of the passage of the huma% form, she suddenly stopped. * “I will go no further, she declared. Garrett Hilford looked around. “Just as you please,” said he, with a sinister smile. “Take me back to the mouth of the mine,” she cried. “AH this time you have been leading me astray.” He leaned ngainst the- almost perpen dicular low wall of the mine, with folded arms. “Well,” said he, “why should I not? Didn’t you lead me astray once, and laugh at me, afterward, as if it were a capital joke? Do you think there is no such thing as retaliation in this world? Is it a pleasant sort of a thing, this being deceived and made game of, do you think, Miss Emmeline Lathrop?” A deadly chill seemed to enfold the girl’s heart. She gasped for breath. In this sepulchral gloom, this terrible iso lation, what was to become of her? sbe asked herself. “Hush!” he said, lifting his finger in a listening attitude. “Do you hear that ; creaking sound ? It is the chains of the elevator going up. Your friends have finished their survey. They are going FIREWORKS. Combinations of Color, Light and Flame That Ilia mine the Skies at Night—Cariosities of Day Fireworks. I V back again. Up to this time they have not missed you. Ye*, shriek—cry out- until you have strained your lungs to the: utmost! Do these black walls return you any answer? And who is there to hear you—the mules, champing their feed in the furthermost sockets of these aisles? The few Swedes workioglbeyond, who cannot understand a word of English ? No, Miss Lathrop, you are at my mercy at last. You amused yourself with my anguish once; I con play with your fears not afraid of you!” cried Emme line, feigning a valor she was far from feeling. ‘‘You are!” he retorted, sharply. “] it your eyes, I hear it in your voice, and it fills me with delight.” Why should I be afraid? I have done you no harm,” she asseverated. “No harm!” he bitterly repeated. “You have blighted my life! You have ruined my future! You have destroyed my faith iu human nature! Is that what you call no harm?” She sunk on her knees, with wildly- clasped hands. “Be merciful!” she wailed. “Be gen erous! Take me to the mouth of the mine! Signal them to return for me!” “I will not!” he said, savagely. “Does the wolf give up the prey upon which his teeth have already closed? Does death give up its victim? I have sworn to be revenged, and I will keep my word!” She turned and fled from him at tho top of her spe.*d, shrieking ns she went; and, oh, joy! at the first turn of the black pathway she met men, hurrying toward her with torches. She had been missed at last; they had returned, in quest of her. “Why did you allow yourself to get separated from us?” asked they, reproach fully. But she could not answer with sobs and tears. “I—I thought I was lost!” ahe faltered. “I was so frightened!” “There was nothing to bo frightened about,” said the superintendent. “You could not possibly nave got lost. Garry Ililford is working there somewhere, and he would have set you on the right path. He is a poor, love-crazed fellow, but he would have been civil enough.” “Love-crazed!” repeated one of the ladies. “How very romantic!” “He’s been disappointed,” explained the man. “and he has never gotten over it. He works when he feels like it, and when he don't he lies at full length in the straw we keep down here for the mules, and stares nt the roof of the mine.” Emmeline listened in silence; but if an arrow had pierced it. the pain in her heart could not have been keener. Three weeks later she astonished all her friends by accepting George Sismn os an affianced husband. ‘I love him,” she said, simply, “and he loves me. If we are to be poor, we sbo'l at least be happy.” For that half-hour'in tho Wardenville Mine had wrought a complete change iu Emmeline Lathrop’s frivolous nature. She had put the tawdry tinsels of life behind her,and looked its realities in the face. She had comprehended—alas, too late for poor Garrett Hiifoid's happiness! —that a man’s heart is not a thing to play with!—Helen Forrest Graces. The firecrackers in use in this country are all imported. They cannot be manu factured so cheap here as in Europe. But the fireworks which are now so exten sively used are all made here. There are more than eighteen large factories in the Northern States, which turn out many millions worth of pyrotechnics annually. The chief seat of this class of industry is in East New York and Williamsburg. Gunpowder is stiU the principal ingre dient of fireworks, and as is well known three materials enter into the composition of gunpowder, saltpetre, sulphur and charcoal. These ingredients are first separately ground into fine powder, then mixed in the proper proportions, and afterward committed to the mill for the purpose of incorporating their compo nent parts in the special body to be pro duced. The latter process is generally carried on in a number of little wooden huts with light roofs, so that in case of accidental explosions the loof may fly off without difficulty and in the least injuri ous direction. When the powder has been dusted and glazed it is dried in the stonehouse, where great care is taken to avoid explosion. Another important ingredient in fire works is steel dust. Being mixed with mealed powder or some other composi tion, and the mixture inflamed in a proper tube, a jet of fire is produced with a most brilliant effect. Iron filings,when free from dust, are also often used. But firework makers generally prefer cast iron reduced to powder. _ There are many other substances occa sionally employed in the composition ot fireworks which can be procured from all chemists and druggists. They are chiefly camphor, antimony, which gives to the fire different and particular shades of color, a benzoic acid, which imparts to the fire an agreeable odor, and spirits of wiuo or camphorated spirits, used for mixing up the ingredients into a paste. — The goodness of the article to be pro duced deponds as much on the construc tion of the molds that arc used as on the purity of the ingredients. The molds consist chiefly of solid and hollow cylin ders made either of wood or metal. Both are used in the construction of rockets. Then there is a machine for contracting the aperture of the cases, the operation of which is called choking; another for boring them after they are filled, and a simple apparatus for grinding the ma terials previous to their being filled into the < — A Tragedy of the Far West. A dispute arose in an Indian camp near Stockton- Hall, Arizona, recently, and before it ended a buck named Pizzur with his Winchester rifle shot and killed Ah Qninthe and his squaw, a daughter of Chief Levc-Leve, mortally wounded another buck and another daughter of the chief, and slightly wounded two other Indians. Then tho murderer fled, pursued by mounted braves. Head Chief Surrum arrived at the camp soon after, and his first order was to kill all the rel-. ati ves of the murderer. The squaws anti pappooses hurried to the miners’ camp near by, and begged hiding places in their cabins, and this aroused the miners, who told the chief that he could not carry out his bloody, plan, and that he mus: countermand his order. He re* luctantly complied, but issued fresh orders to bring Pizzur in at any cost. In the mean time the avengers were riding fast alter the fleeing murderer, and followed his trail into tho Wallarai Valley until darkness put an end to the pursuit. Early next morning they took up the trail, and. after riding twelve Rockets have ever held the first place among single fireworks since the inven tion of the art. The parachute rocket discharges at great hight a floating star of heavy calibre, suspended from a para chute, which is set free, expanded and illuminated by the bursting of the rocket when it reaches its elevation. These parachutes float a long distance, and change colors several time3 before disap pearing. Another rocket is called the “comet.” It ascends to a great height, and discharges a single star of large'size and great brilliancy, which changes colors several times while floating slowly away, then suddenly resolves itself into a re volving wheel of brilliant fire, ending with a burst of tinted meteors. Colored fire3 for theatrical use, tab leaux and outdoor illuminations are now made free from disagreeable smell while burning. They consist of a dry powder which is spread in a metallic dish. 4 brilliant and dazzling illumination is pi duccd by Bengal lights, which are sli burning. A novelty are the colored Bengal light books, which consist of a book of six leaves, with three strips to each leaf. A strip or a leaf is tom from the book and then lighted. It bums with a brilliant red or green illumina tion. - — Pieces of fireworks, which are harm less and can be used by ladies and chil dren, aro the flower pots. They arc shower cases,throwing out while burning remarkable streams of beautiful spur fire and spangles, presenting the appearance of a fountain of brilliant fire. Flower pots are held in the hand by the handle. There aro a number of wheels which, in their revolutions, throw out circles of beautiful and dazzling spangles. These wheels arc attached to a smooth, upright i»ost, by a round nail through the cenfcre hub. The finest of these wheels are com posed of six cases of brilliant fire, each one after firing changing in the form and appearance of its scintillations, and ex hibiting, at the same time, variegated colored centre rings, changing to the most beautiful colors known to the pyro technic art. One of the finest effects produced last season at Coney Island were the “Colored Saucissons.” A shower of fire rises with intermediate stars of variegated colored fires, which finally explode with a heavy report and discharge, high in the air a ma<s of contortions of tire, hissing and squirming in every direction and resem bling fiery snakes. Floral bombshells show in burning all the choice colors known to the art, consisting of gold, crimson, red, blue and variegated stars of all shades. They project a bombshell in the air to. an elevation of about 300 feet, which then explodes and throws out stars of every hue, mingled with showers of golden rain. A very amusing and beautiful display is made by the “colored flying pigeons.” These pyrotechnic curiosities fly a d!s lance through the air of 100 to S00 feet and return back to the starting point. They require a line or wire fastened to posts or trcc3 upon which the pigeons fly. Within the last few weeks a new kind of fireworks has become very popular, which is used upon the water only. The fuses arc lighted and the pieces are then Thrown from the shore or the boat into the water with the lighted end upper most. They arc called diving devils,fly ing fishes. Roman floaters, spray foun tains, water wheffs, etc., and exhibit many pleasing and wonderful effe .ts. representation of the animal. Borne oi these balloons have fireworks attach ments, which are set off when in mid-air, exhibiting in *11 varieties of color a bursting of shells, showers of golden rain ana the dazzling brilliancy of the meteor. Nearly all the fireworks come into the market in assorted cases, which range in price from $10 to $200. A case that can be bought for $50 contains 336 colored Roman candles, 144 sky rockets, 24 flower pots with handles, 18 Bengal lights, 16 colored triangle wheels, 21 mines of colored stars, 6 colored vertical wheels, 6 dozen pin wheels, 12 dozen col ored lights, 24 sticks Chinese punk and one unexcelled colored show bill. Extra large pieces are sold single. A girandole costs about $125, a flight of rockets from $85 to $100, and a piece called “whirling phantoms,” $62.—New York Star. .Indian Dances. Nautches, or dances of bayaderes, are ope of the favorite entertainments of tho rich in India, and the indispensable ac- companient of every religious ceremony or festival. Sometimes, on great occa sions, the head of the house invites Eu ropeans of his acquaintance to witness tho performance of these girls, which, with their pale complexions and large black eyes, look lovely in their rich cos tumes covered with diamonds. How ever, one must not look in these enter tainments for a dance in the general acceptance of the word;posturing, atti tudes and sow™ constitute the official nautch of IheHimJoftfc On those occa- sions the demeanor of the bayaderes is quite correct, and their costume is more modest than that of the worn* n in gen eral. At the Guicowar’s Court at Bar- oda, the bayaderes have perfect liberty to go wherever they please. They enter the King’s apartments, seat themselves on the floor, and converse boldly with pcAons of the very highest rank. This singular privilege accordtd to the nautch is of some service, their presence making up in some slight degree, for the ab sence of the ladies shut up in their zenana. A dance infinitely more graceful and interesting than that executed by the nautch girls is the egg dance. Tho dancing girl, dressed in the ordinary cos tume of the women of tho people—a bodice and very short sarri—carries on her head a wicker wheel, placed perfectly horizontal. Round this wheel threads are attached at equal distances, which are provided at their extremities with a •lip-knot kept open by means of a glass bead. The dancing girl ndvam cs to ward the spectators, holding a basket filled with eggs, and, to the measure of a monotonous and jerky strain of music, begins turning herself around with great rapidity. Then, seizing an egg, she in serts it in one of the slin-knots. By means of centrifugal action the thread holding the egg is tightened and placed in a straight line with the corresponding spoke of the wheel. One after the other the eggs are thrown into the slip-knots, and form a horizontal aureola around the head of the dancing girl. At this point the dance becomes more and more rapid, and tho least falso step, tho slightest stoppage, would smash the eggs one against another. The eggs are then withdrawn one by one in the same ner in which they have been fixed, and this second operation is the more delicate of the two.—London Queen. BUDGET OF FUN. , How He Sacrificed Himself—-A Con* crewman’s Daughter—He With drew—Too Late—Bound to Bo a Fine Show, Etc. Aurelia - “George, you know I love you, but •” George (hoarsely)—“Do not say that you reject my love. It would be death.” Aurelia—“No, George, it is not that, but Do you not think it would be cruel to tear me from my happy home?” George (joyously)—“Noble girl! You are right l We will live with your mother.—Call. A Congressman’s Daughter. A Congressman’s daughter had been receiving a young man’s attentions until her father tho ignt it was time he was knowing something about it. “Celestine,” he'said last night when the young man was announced, “isn’t it about time some definite conclusion was being arrived at in this matter?' “Quite time, papa,” she replied matter-of-fact way. “Well, daughter, is there any prospect of a conclusion ?” “I can’t say, really, papa. You seo it is on the calendar as unfinished business, and—” “Enough, daughter, enough,” he in terrupted, putting up his hands, and the bucking and kicking propensities. The fight between the cyclone and the pony is described by those who observed it from a distance as having been very ex citing. The pony fought stubbornly and the air was full of burnt hair and pieces of cyclone kicked off by its plucky ad versary. At the end of five minutes the cyclone retreated for half a mile, but soon returned, when the conflict was re newed with increased spirit. It con cluded at last In a complete victory for the cayuse, which resumed its feeding on the prairie, singed but defiant, while the cyclone, badly bruised, fled into the next county. No cyclone has visited Boomer County since this occurrence.—Chicago Tribune. Endurance at Sea. In a recently published book Clark Russell gives some remarkable instances of human endurance at sea, and one ot the most interesting relates to an Arab seaman, wbo lived without either food or water for eightoca days, during which timo he drifted upward of five hundred miles in an empty tank before striking the coast. Another instance of tenacity of human life is exhibited in the ac count of the loss of a vessel called the Sally. The Sally was struck one morn ing by a heavy squall. She lay over till her decks were up and down, and ia this posture remalaed for about five minutes, and then turned keel upward. Five of her crew were drowned; the remainder, six in all, got hold of a spar that was floating alongside, and by means of it contrived to crawl on to the vessel* bilge. The mainmast coming up, the; removed an iron hoop from it, with whii girl went down stairs to complete tho and a bolt of a foot long they went to^ apparent that after nilliiff hi. horseuntil | he gave out the Indian Ulea htm, and tile firework, imp— ' then putting the muttle of hja Win- , • „ . r0 exhibited Island ami other places tot y ger, and cheated his pursuers of their anticipated vengeance. His Fate. He. bought a patent lawn mower. Became an ardent lawn mower, And woke up folks before The boors of sleep were o’er. Their hair the victims tore. They danced around and swore. Fierce hate to him they bore. They thirsted for his core! ! ! No more the mower is heard when n breaking. The mower sleeps the sleep that knows no waking, Tbe mower is exhibited at Coney ices last year to large crowds of wondering admirers. These daylight fireworks consist of shells which comprise a selection of curiosities such as animals, fish, birds, caricatures, dragons, beautiful colored smoke effects, etc. They are thrown from a mortar to • high altitude, when the figures de scribed are released,which float through the air to the wonderment of the be holder. To the same class of fireworks belong tbe hot air balloons and the ani mal figure balloons, which are made of tissue paper tinted and colored, and in the shape of large pigs, elephants and fishes. After being inflated they are sent up, and present in the air a lifelike The Romance of a Model. ‘One of the mast remarkable incidents happened to an artist friend of mine, who has sinoemgaed/to Boston,” said a pro al iment New York painter recently. “He had just opened a studio on Fourteenth street, and not knowing tho ropes very well, advertised for a model. They shoals from all quarters or the city—old, young and indifferent—but e of them seemed suited for the fig- he had in view. One day when he was getting about tired out hunting around for a subject, a young woman dressed entirely in black applied for work. She said she had never posed be fore, but was very destitute and would gladly work for almost anything to sup port herself and her little girl. There was something about her face that pleased him, so he engaged her on tho spot, though not half believing the story me told him. But he grew interested in her case any way, and decided on making use of her Services. “The subject of tho picture was ‘night,’and represented a female figure with black draperies half reclining on the moon with stars on cither hand. The picture was completed and was n tine piece of work. It hung in a Broadway dealer's store for several weeks and then sold for $1,500 to an Englishman. The purchaser came around to sec the artist a few days later to give him an order for a companion picture to represent ‘morning.’ He remarked casually that the first work interested him strangely, inasmuch the face reminded him strongly of a friend he had known some years ago. He asked the artist if the face was taken from life, and being assured that it was, and getting the address of the model, set out to find her. “Well, the upshot of the matter was the purchaser of the picture turned out to be none other than her husband, who had deserted her in South America some years ago, and who, repenting of his de sertion, had been hunting high and low for her for several years. I think this story is good enough for a novel,” said the artist as he lit a fresh cigarette. The Eskimos of Alaska. The Eskimo part of the population of Alaska is of a far different nature than is generally supposed by Americms. They are not small like the inhabitants of Greenland and Labrador, but are tall and muscular, many of them being over six feet in height. * They have small, black eyes, high < hcek bones, large mouths, thick lips, and fresh yellow complexions. Their hair is of a coarse brown, and in many instances the men have full beards and mustaches. They are a good-natured set of people, always smiling when spoken to, and they are fond of dancing, running, jumping, and all other athletic sports. They dies* in the skins of ani mals, an 1 buy, whenever they can, American cloth .ng. The houses they live in have tbe outward appearance of circular mwnis of earth covered with grass, with a small opening at the top for the ••scape of smoke. The entrance is a small door, and narrow hallway to the main room, which is from twelve to twenty feet ia diameter. These Alaska E-kimos eat chiefly meat and fish. They do not like salt at all, and while they will smack their lips over decayed fish or putrid oi£ they will turn up their noses at a mouthful of the finest corned beef. They all smoke tobacco—men, women and children—and they have at one place an annual fair to which they come for hnndrcds of miles to trade.—Cleveland Leader. Forty million people, or one-fifth of the subjects of the “Empress of India,” arc in a state of chronic starvation. Famine succeeds famine at the rate of one in every five or six years. quorum.—Wash ington Critic. He W ithdrew. Two men living in the same town were once rival candidates for the Dakota Leg islature. They both went into the can vass and worked hard but a third candi date came out ur.d stood a prospect of getting it, when one of the men went to the other and said: “Now, see here, McBride, if one of us don’t pull out, old Skinner is going to be elected.” “Yes, I know it.” “He ain’t a man who would know enough to make anything out of the place and I hate to see him get it. Now, I want you to withdraw.” “Well, how interesting are you going to make it?” “I’ll tell you what I’ll do; you pull out and I’ll admit to every man I see that you once beat me trading horses!” “Hey? Will you do that?” “You bet I wilt l” “Put a card in the paper to that ef fect?” “Yes, and say that I believe no living man in the territory can come nearer to a horse's age by looking at its teeth than you can!” “All right—I'll draw out and leave you the field.” -Estdline Bell. Too Late. There was an exultant smile on his face as he walked into the office of a well-known capitalist, and there was a proud ring in nis voice ns lie said: “For twenty years I have lived from hand to mouth, waiting for something to turn up. It has finally come. I have made a discovery which, if you will back it with a few hundred dollars, will give us bath fortunes.” “State your case.” “Well, sir, I • have discovered that banana peelings can be utilized for all kinds of table jellies. A peck of old peelings can be made to bring forth twelve tumblers of the finest currant jell, and the profit —” “Hold on right there,” interrupted the capitalist; “you are just two years too late. A chap in Chicago not only discovered that, but he found a way to work in apple rinds and cores and orange peel, and we can’t infringe on his patent.” “But—” “It’snouse—I’d like to see you get along, but you must drop that. Don’t be discouraged, however. Perhaps you can discover a way to make pressed corn beef out of old boot legs. All you want is a machine to run in the streaks of fat.”—Detroit Free Press. THE LAW. Gifts are not freely scattered from its hands; Wo make returns for every borrowed treasure. Each talent, each achievement, and each gain, Necessitates some penalty to pay. Delight imposes lassitude and pain, As certainly as darkness follows day. All youbestow on causes, or on men, Of love or hate, of malice or devotion. Somehow, sometime, shall be returned again. There is no wasted toil, no lost emotion. The motto of the world is: “Give and take.” It gives you favors—out of shear good-wiH. But unless speedy recompense you make, You’ll find yourself presented with its bilL When rapture comes to thrill the heart of you, Take it with temporoJ gratitude; remember Some later time the interest will fall dnei No year brings June that does not bring December. —Ella Wheeler Willcox. PITH POINT. Si* XT*. Bound to l>c a Fine Show. One of Max Taub'.es's experiences ir hard times in Idaho he used to relate with great gusto. He was m bad luck, and the mining interest was dull. One day another Bohemian like himself came to him. “Max, I’ve got. a scheme to make money, if you will help me.” “What is it? I’m ready.” “Well, we'll take this building down h'.re and give a show.” “What kind of a show?” “Never mind; I’ll fix it up, and all you’ll have to do will be to stand at the door and take the tickets and give a lecture.” “All right.” So, next day, the entrance to this building was found coverid with an im mense double curtain. Max was visible ringing a bell. “One dollar admission ee the great und only feiocioui kyhega. ” painted on the curtain. Inside, as people went past, they could hear a fearful growling and a clanking of chains. Slowly the crowd gathered, and by and by the dollars begin dropping in. Each man as he came out looked disappointed, and Max halted in his lecture until he had disappeared. Some of them were very mad, but they did not show it. The fact was that inside all that was seen was a man in a bearskin, or something savage, clanking a chain, and the only way they saved themselves from being killed by some indignant miner was by Max's partner standing at the door as each man came out, thrusting a revolver in his face and saying in aloud and piercing tone of voice: “A fine show, isn’t it?” The answer was always: “You bet.”— San Francisco Chronicle. Incidents of Cyclones. At Prosper, Minn., the funnel-shaped storm-cloud took up a mule and held it suspended during the cyclone’s course over three counties. The mule was finaUy dropped to the ground uninjured, but so charged with electricity that a shock from its hind feet recently killed a dog. At Pansyville, Iowa, by one revolution of the whirling cloud the feathers were completely stripped from a fock of geese and also from a flock of turkeys. In the next revolution the feathers were replaced, but &11 the turkey feathers were put the geese and all the geese feathers the turkeys. Farmer Hunter, of Mud Creek, Kan sas, had a narrow escape from a cyclone lately. He was driving along the road when the cloud roared by so close to his vehicle that it carried away part of the hubs of both wheels on one side, as well as the outside ear of the off hone. Fanner Hunter describes the sound as dreadfuL In Boomer County, Dak., a cyclone lately swooped down upon a vicious cay use which had been ridaenby a cow-boy. but finally turned loose because of it| work to penetrate the hull, in the hope of obtaining food and drink. £hc had hoen lately cleaned, add there were no barnacles on her for the poor fellows to stay themselves with, and thus, in prob ably the most awful situation that can be imagined, without meat, drink or sleep,’ not daring to lie dawn for fear of falling off the vessel, did these unhappy seamen go on hacking and scraping at tho hard wood for six days, during which time one man died ravmg for drink. i On the sixth day they had made a hole big enough to enable them to reach a barrel of bottled beer. On the elev enth day they got a barrel of pork, which they ate ri?w. With staves 'and shingles used as dunnage, which they obtained out of the hole they had made, they manufactured a platform, and so man aged to obtain some rest. So matters went on for fourteen day*, and they were then picked up by a brig named the Nor wich. Sailors are of opinion, says Mr. Rus sell, that if it were not tho feeding quali ties of the ocean air, they would scarcely be able to keep body and soul togethei upon the bad pork, beef, biscuit and peas which, in many sailing ships, are served out to them; nor would any man be will ing to challenge the sailor's theory after examining the mahogany-like lumps of stuff with which the bcef-tierces are filled, and tho leaden pellets which dc duty for peas in the forecastle soup. John Morgan's Moment of Peril. During the raid of John Morgan through Ohio in 1863, he halted a part of his command at Senccaville to rest while the advance proceeded to Campbell's Station to BUm the warehouse, and cut the telegraph wires of the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad. Morgan, who was a man of splendid personal appearance, stopped his carriage in front of a millinery shop that was presided over by a strong- minded, patriotic lady whose husband and two brother* were in tho Union aiyny . at the time. Her husband had presented her with a fine revolver before he went away, and she hud promised to shoot the first Confederate with it that put himself m reach of its contents, but little dream ing that such an event would occur in less than a fortnight afterward. She stepped to a window, and parted the blinds enough to see Morgan and not be seen . by him. As the lady spied the large silver star that Morgan invariably wore on the lapel of his coat, she concluded it would be a good target to shoot at. She stepped back to a drawer where she kept the pis tol, took it out, cocked it, and took de liberate aim through the aperture in the blind at the silver star; but, just when she was ready to touch the trigger, she thought of Mrs. Morgan and what her anguish would be when she heard of his death, and how grateful .‘he would be if her own husband’s life had been spared. The revolver was lowered, and the lady stepped to the door, and was engaged in conversation by the raider chieftain. She courageously told him what she had at tempted to do, and was told by Morgan good-hu noredly that he had no doubt but his wife was praying for him at that time, and that it was not the first time Mrs. Morgan's prayers had saved his life. Morgan then bid the lady a hearty fare well, and passed on as though he had not just been in imminent peril at the hands of a woman.— Chicago Ledger. Country Love. Bismarck loves the country, though most of his life has been pas-cd in cities. What I like best,’’ he once said, ‘is to e iu well-greased top-boots, far away from civilization.” It is said that once, while at school in Berlin, and walking the suburbs, he came across a plow, s homesickness expressed itself in tears. In one of his early letters he wrote: “I am quite homesick for coun try, woodside and laziness, with the in dispensable addition of loving wives and trim, well-behaved children.” Phrenolo gists say that one of the largest organs on Bismarck's massive head is that which indicates his love of children. The German state man is never so hap py, say his friends, as when he.is gazing at a beautiful landscape,or walking about his farm. ‘Believe me,” his wife once said, with natural exaggeration, “a turnip interests him more than all your politics.” His friends point to Lenbach’s portrait of Bismarck, which hang* in the National gallery at Berlin, a* the one in which his features assume their noblest expression. “We were engaged in conversation,” said Bismarck, describing how that ex pression was caught by the artist, “and 1 happened to look upward at a passing A barberisu*—“NextA* About face—'Whiskers!, The Woman Question-^What thalf'I up tl^Tf Goes witltfjrt »ykf--A deaf and dumb man.-%RflS«* Courier. The lightning ptjji&es, but it doesn’t boycott.—NorristCTcn Herald. When a girl elopes with a coachman she is resolved to take him for wheel or whoa. —Life. A baseball player in New Jersey it named Spuyder. He catches lots of flies. —Troy Times. • Appearances aro deceiving in thU world. The nicest man you ever met wa* a bunco-steerer.—Life. • Look out for another Indian war. Joaquin Miller is to iching a young squaw to write poetry.—Pittsburg Chronicle. “Above all, Arthur, dear, mind you buy me a thick engagement ring; the thin ones can’t be seen under the glove.” An Austin avenue grocer has lost so much by selling on credit that now he won’t even trust his own feelings.—Sift- inqs. When a poet sings from the innermost recesses of his soul: “I listen for tho coming of feet,” in all probability he’s a chiropodist.—Statesman. Many a man doesn't realize that he has had a swell time at an evening party until he tries to put his hat on the next morning.—New York Graphic. Rose Terry Cook has written a novel entitled “No,” and wc mean kindly ■when we say we hope Miss Cook’s No’i may be read.—Boston Bulletin. If all this trouble' about the fisheries ends in the discovery of a plan for mak ing mackerel fresher the labor will not have been in vain.—Chicago News. A physiologist has written a three-col umn article on “When to Eat.” Eat when you are, hungry, we should think, is the best time.—Arkansaw Traveler. “Well, old fellow, it’s all settled. I T> am going to be married in two months. You will be one of the witnesses, I hopol” “Count upon me. I never desert -a friend in misfortune.” A correspondent of the New York Sun asks: “How many members of Congress are farmers?” All of them when it is necessary to appeal to the farmers for re- election.—Texas Stylings. A Michigan sheriff who went to servo an injunction on tho proprietor of a tan- yard accidently let the document fall into a vat full of acid. Tho injunction was disolved.—GoodaWs Sun. Cora (chewing on the last caramel)—j “What makes you always twirl your cane, Mr. Merritt?” Little Johnny (who is always around)—“Because he ain't got any moustache.—Judge. t The railway companies want to lay their tracks with hardened sleepers. Ono of the New Haven ministers says that his congregation has material enough to set up a whole parallel road.—New Haven The politeness of New York waiters is illustrated by the following incident:' Customer in Park Row (late Chatham street) coffee and cake saloon—“Aw, ; waitah, a napkin, please.” Waiter— “Yes, sah. Wid or widout fringe, sah?” A young gentleman well-known about town called to sec his inamorata, after being absent from the city for several days, and was greatly shocked when she said: “George, dear, I fell the evening you went away, and was unconscious for several hours.” “Where did you fall?” he asked, eagerly. “I fell asleep.” —Boston Gazette. For medicines and visits The doctor sent his bill; Month after month went over But found it owing stilL cap- flight of birds. Suddenly Lcnbnch claimed: 'Hold hard! that wilLdo, < itally, keep quite still,’ and forthwith made the sketch.” The Chancellor, when at Varzin, his country estate, banishes the cares of State and becomes farmer and forester. In ‘well-greased boots,” with staff in hand, he wanders about the woods and fields, noting nature and his farmers. He takes lessons in practical political economy from his tenants, and questions his la borers. The result is that he is an evenly balanced statesman, and talks in Parlia ment about farming and forestry with, such good sense and knowledge as to command the respect of practical men.— Youth's Companion. Japan, according to the new census, has a population of 38,500,000, or about the same as that of the United States in 1870. In area Japan is about three times the size of Pennsylvania. “Ill pay yon for your medicines, —The Judge. Your visits I’ll return. An Artist’s Secret Out The artist J. G. Brown was a witness a day or two ago in a suit at law. After he had given his testimony the artist was, somewhat astonished to hear the Judge inquire in a matter-of-fact way, as if no was taking np the examination where the counsel had left it: “Are you the Mr. Brown who paints the pictures of street gamins!” Mr. Brown bowed assent “Well,” continued the Judge, “there is something I have long wanted to know. I have noticed that your boys have phenomenally dirty clothes and phenomenally clean faces, which is con trary to mv experience, and I want to ask you why yon represent them so?” “Oh,” said the artist, “the answer to that is easy. I cannot sell pictures of boys with dirty faces; folks won’t have them, and yon know I must sell my pic tures.—Cleveland Leader. All Is Vanity. He whistled an opera air. As those wbo can whistle will do; They said, with a sarcastic stare: “Why can’t you invent something newf* He told them a joke that he read, But soon he hu folly did roe; They simply looked tired and said; “Why can’t you invent something new!” He sang them a popular song; His vdloe it was equaled by few; Their faces told somethin? was wrong; They told him to sing something new. And one of them said in his flight: “Why can’t yon invent something mwt The strain on his poor frightened wits, To something quite horrible grew; . j Now in an asylum he sits. And tries to invent aomethin^nev