and Its r.vili.
ease, for it curt be
ng tine, is destroying
rospeots of countless
"young gin's. Let a keen observer go
along the streets and watch how
many vc ung girls iust stepping upon
thelthreeholcHof womanhood,and his or
her hearty instead of warming to their
freshness and youthful innocence,
shudders tit the bold and inviting
glances which are losing or have al
ready lost the modest look of young
There is nothing more beautiful than
modesty, in the young particularly
and when that is wanting the chief
oharm of a young girl is lost.
Do you think, girls, that the men
who forget their manliness and dig
nity so far as to engage in this sense
less pastime, would think of you for a
moment as wives? Oh, no! And to
prove it to you I will tell you of a little
conversation I overheard a few days
ago, which made me burn with indig
nation, and caused me to write this
letter to you to show you that the very
men you flirt with are the first to turn
your silliness into ridicule, and often
wor. j e.
Two gentlemen were talking not far
from my corner, and no doubt think
ing that the old woman in the corner
was not paying attention to them
they talked quite unreservedly. The
older of the two was evidently a man
of sense, with a just idea of honor. He
was saying to his companion :
“I suppose you intend to marry
Miss M., as I see you are paying her
such devoted attention.”
“Do you see any green in my eyes ?’
was the very vulgar reply. “Why, as
for marrying Miss M., I’d rather be
excused. She is too great a flirt to
ever make a true wife. The way I
came to Know her was on the street;
she gave me a sweet little look, which
encouraged me to bow. My bow was
returned, and I joined in her prome
nade. I afterward took her to get
some lunch, and ordered wine, just to
see how far she would let me go at the
first meeting; and, by Jove! I was
surprised to see how she could drink.
But I have since found that she can
hold her own pretty well. I mean to
drep her soon and seek fresh game.”
“I think it very dishonorable to act
so,” said the elder^man.
/( smIu iu“ ciuvr4ui«u•
The younger bridled up, and said:
‘‘What right have you to speak to
me thuB? I feel perfectly justified in
doing as I have done. If the girls
choose to make fools of themselves, I
am not going to preach wisdom to
to them. I mC&n to have all the fun I
can out of them.”
Very plain language, girls, but you
lay yourselves open to it. How can
you expect men to want you as wives
when you hold youselves so cheaply
that any well-dressed rake can walk
up to you and become your escort?
And do you think you are sacred to
the man you have favored for the mo
ment, and that he keeps this pleasant
little folly to himseli ? If you think
so, you are sadly mistaken ; he feels
contempt for you, and when he gets
among his kind he boasts of the
“mash” he made, and calls you a jolly
little thing, and hints at a darker end
ing than you ever thought of—when
folly shall have become vice. Soon
you are marked, and your good
name is bandied from mouth to
mouth as being no better than you
should be, and it Is only the respecta
bility of your parents that saves you
Girls, girls, look well to the smart s
set for yeur feet; avoid the appearance
of evil as well as evil itself. G. 8.
A Treasured Lock of Hair.
f Among Jthe, dead, after one of the
engagements during the late war, lay
the outstretched form of a handsome
young man, of fair and intellectual
features. Hi had been struck down
by a ball in the centre of his throat.
The stranger gazing for a moment at
the inanimate body, so lately instinct
with life, thought of the loved ones
yet to hear and mourn over their
lost one. It was a strange impulse,
perhaps, hut that stianger—albeit an
enemy a few moments before—kneel
ed beside the dead, and separating a
look from his beautiful but disheveled
hair, placed it carefully in his pocket.
The body after wards proved to be that
of young Preston, of South Carolina,
and the lock of hair soon after the
report of his death found its way to
the hand of the young lady at Provi
dence, Rhode Island, to whom he had
been betrothed, as an Invaluable sou
A wise man reflects before*he
speaks; a fool speaks, and reflects
on what he has uttered.
A pictured faos with softly-glowing eyes,
That seek my own with s. eat and timid
I gaze Into their blu^ like summer skies,
And there a tander ‘Ale math Inks can
A happy secret, iraugl t wilh love’s own bliss
Is wrli ten on that fair and blushing cheek,
And i n those lips Jove might sue :o kiss,
A mute confession lies she may not speak.
I wonder, if that face, Instinct with life,
Could rise before me in its beauty rare,
All calm and trustlul, free fiom Jarring,
I stilt wou d deem her most divinely fair 7
Would witching grace still breathe in every
And soft, unstudied harmony prevail
O’er form arid feature T Would those eyes
With that sweet secret which tljey could
not veil ?
Ah, well! perhaps ’tls best ’tls but a faoe
Upon a bit ol canvas which I see,
For I might covet all that wondrous grace,
' And long for smiles which might not beam
How Blanche Won the Wager.
“Good-night, Miss Trumbull. I
trust you wili experience no ill effects
from the sudden shower.”
“None in the least, I’m sure.
Thanks, Mr. Grosvenor, for this very
pleasant evening,” responded Miss
Trumbull as she turned to enter the
Dick Grosverior ran lightly down
the steps and as he said “home” to the
ebony-hued Jehu sprang into his car
nage sinking back into the deep cush
ions and a deep reverie at the Baine
time, and was aroused from neither
until the stopping of the carriage pro
claimed their arrival at the hotel.
In the meantime his late compan
ion went slowly up the stairs of pol
ished oak m this delightful summer
cottage, and carefully opened the door
of her room that she might not dis
turb her cousin. It was a needless
caution, however, for there sat the
young lady deeply interested in the
last new novel but looking up when
the door opened.
“Why, Blanche dear, home al
“Yes ; it is eleven o’clock though,
Is there a breath'of air anywhere?”
And she walked over by the window
where she gracefully sank into an in
viting chair and began taking off her
long white kids.
“Fair was she to behold!” in the
language of the poet. Blanche was
about nineteen years old, of medium
height, with that fine, well rounded
figure that is not compelled to resort
to the modiste to couceal the angular
ities often found in the lithe, willowy
forms. Hair of a beautiful brown,
bordering on the darker shades and
scarcely less enchanting than the glo
rious eyes. O ! ye poets of the ages
past! Large and luxuriant, dark
brown in color, and varied in expres
sion ever betokening her changing
moods, now pensive and dreamy, and
anon mirthfully bewitching. Her
complexion was almost perfect—as
are those only of a fair skin and dark
hair and eyes—pure and clear like the
creamy white rosebud.
“What kind of a time did you
have ?.” asked Nettie, breaking the
“Oh, very nice, as such things go.
I must confess I am Dot much 19 favor
of parlor theatricals unless there is a
How long this was discus ed that
night can only be surmised ; but it is
generally understood that ladies can
talk when they once get started.
The ntxt afternoon the two young
ladies strolled out into the well kept
lawn, pausing in the shade of some
gracetul trees where a hammock
swung invitingly. This was soon
duly appropriated by Miss Braid wood
who was at once absorbed in the tragic
recital of the woes of her favorite
“Why will you read those trashy
novels, Net? You know they are^all
alike and yet you shed a few tears over
each one,” inquired Blanche one day.
But to this little outburst Nettie
vouchsafed no reply,
Blanche seated herself on a rustic
chair aud silence reigned, broken only
by the turning of a leaf and the twit
ter of the little birds in the trees.
Suddenly there came the sound of
pattering footfalls over the grass and a
small black and tan dog presented
itself with a startled bark ; a minute
later Dick Grosvenor was seen slowly
sauntering down the gravel walk,
twirling his cane as he kept time to
the tune he was humming.
“Good afternoon, ladies! What!
not through with Ariadne yet?” to
Miss Braid wood, whose proolivltles
he understood so-well.
But Nettie only smiled as she "re
turned his greeting.
“Miss Trumbull, will you permit
lue?” and without awaiting a reply
Dick threw himself down with easy
nonchalance on the greenewood and
prepared to li^ht an Havana.
“What is the latest news at the
hotel ? ’ inquired Blanche.
“Nothing new, I think, though
Jane Raymond has a new beau. Ai
least she ought to have for her old one
is about played out.” he said reflec
“For shame, sir! I think Jane is a
real nice girl!”
“80 she is—for the kind. As what-
is-his-name wwuld say, for tboee who
like that kind of a girl, she is about
the kind of a girl they would like.”
Looking very comfortable was Dick
as he lay stretched out there, lazy
fashion, and watched the curling rings
of smoke from his cigar as they circled
above his head.
Then the few minutes’ silence was
broken with : “I say, Miss Trumbull,
do you know why you are like na
ture’s sleep? Positively I felt rather
mean and dull this morning, but now
I am recovering. Give it up? Well,
Because you are a sweet restorer.”
Blanche smiled while Nettie broke
out with : “Pooh ! that is awful, Mr.
Grosvenor! I am really ashamed of
sueh a conundrum for you if you are
not for yourself, and besides I think
you ought to know better.”
“Crushed again ! Oh, cruel one!”
and he hqld up h is hands in mock sup
Then then the conversation became
general and finally drifted into a rec
ognition of friends in disguise.
“Well, I will tell you what we will
do to settle it. You know Mrs. Jardin
gives a ma querade party next week,
and I will wager a box of gloves each
that I can find you among the
throng,” said Dick.
Dick stayed until the tea bell aroused
him from his delightful conversation,
when up he sprang resisting all invi
tations to remain on the plea of an en
gagement. Whistling for his dog who
had for the last half hour been busy
keeping Aunt Brown’s favorite tabby
among the branches of a neighboring
pear tree, Dick strode down to the
gate and jumping into his dog-cart
rolled rapidly toward the beach.
The next few days were busy with
preparations for the ball, for it was
one of the events of the season.
Blanche had not much faith in her
ability to elude the sharp eyes of the
young man, but a conversation with
Nettie and Mrs. Brown restored some
what her confidence in her powers.
Now, while Dick was afe honorable
as most young men Iffe was not to be
defeated in his pet projeot. So, by
bribing the colored boy whose sister
was Aunt Brown's dressing-maid, he
elicited the somewhat incoherent in
formation that “Missy Brown had
lobliest gauze and spangled dress, and
she looked powful fine in it, she;
yes’n two or free moah big paper boxes
had noffln but two or free powful black
and white riding dresses most like
missy’s ole riding habit frown ober de
phaytom,” as he persisted in calling
“What two black ones?” asked
Dick, knowing he meant the dominos.
But Julius only grinned.
“Dun ’spec she bab whole chist
full,” was all the satisfaction Dick
could get out of him.
However, he had it all settled in his
own mind like this: “Of course the
matronly Mrs. Brown would not wear
the spangles that had oharmed the
colored boy ; that’s Nettie’s.
“Yes, and Mrs. Brown will be taste
fully attired in the ever present dom
ino aud will of course chaperon Miss
Trumbull in s<»me fascinating oos-
tume. Oh, it is easy enough !” and
he smiled with a self-satisfied air.
At last came the night of the party.
The electric lights illuminated Mrs.
Jardin’s beautiful house and grounds,
till what with the splash of the cool
fountains, strains of music wafted out
ou the soft night air, and the perfume
of many fragrant flowers, it seemed
like a seotion of fairyland.
Dick did not go very early as be did
not care much for the social throng he
knew were certain to be present, and
it was about half past two when he
entered th- ball room plainly attired
as a Russian monk with sandals on
his feet, his gown girded with a cord,
and the cowl of his brown robe drawn
well over his mask. He chose this
costume as a common one affording
him more opportunity for moling
around unobserved aud partially due,
it must be confessed, to a feeling of
laziness—or shall we be charitable,
and call it indifference ?
His sharp gray eyes peered around
eagerly in search of the trio, as he
kuew they would keep together most
of the time ami finally he discovered
them in the next room. There g u*t
as he expected ! Nettie a golden hair
ed Tltania. spangles and all, engag- d
in a mild flirtation with a sober Turk
in a gorgeous scarlet tez and patri
archal beard. Close at hand was one
of the multitudinous dominos. Mrs.
Brown with the smoked glasses she
so often wore in the evening, aud near
her was Blanche. O ye gods and
golden image- ! It almost took Dick’s
breath away to see that handsome
figure as Lady Dedlock. Every ges
ture was queenly, and the admiring
crowds around her testified to her
Dick threaded his way as best he
could through the crowded drawing
room and stood by a small table bear
ing portfolios of engravings.
“My lady, will you favor me with
the next dance ?” he asked in a low
With a gracious sn ile she took his
arm and they started for the prome
“Delightful music?” volunteered
Dick, bound to make her talk.
“Yes!” she answered In musical ac
cents low and sweet ea the sighing of
the summer wind.
“Perhaps you would prefer the
promenade to the dance?”
“I would much prefer it. I am
tired of dancing. Unless you will be
dissatisfied ?” she concluded.
“H >w could I so long as I am with
you ?” he murmured, tenderly gazing
into her eyes as best he could for the
“Oh! fie, ’ and she tapped his arm
with her feather fan.
They were now in the conservatory.
“Do you know many here to
night?” she inquired formally.
“I know Miss Trumbull!” he ex
claimed triumphantly as he rbmoved
the mask. “You dissemble well.
You really ask that question like a
veritable duenna. But remove your
mask and get cooled off.”
“No, she was not warm.,’ It mat
tered little to Dick, and he continued
“I will have some new gloves now.
Be sure and get them large enough ;
I wear seven and a quarter. By the
way, I surmise the gay Titania to be
Miss Braid wood ; I am right,-! sup
“Smart boy,” was the mocking re
Dick rattled on.
“How stupid in your aunt to come!
She stands there in her everlasting
domino! I believe if I were the cha
peron of any young lady as handsome
as—ahem ! well, some I know—I
would depart from the trodden paths
of maskdom, and come out as a sun
flower or a piece of Japanese pottery—
anything for a sensation.”
Lady Dedloek coughed indiscreetly.
“Miss Trumbull, you will permit
me to escort you to supper. Please do
“Perhaps when the company un
masks you will see some one you pre
fer to me.”
“Never I In faot if it were not for
you I would—” he protested vehem
‘There! I have heard young men
talk like that before.”
“How often shall I tell you that I
always speak the truth? Why I am
Truthful James himself! Besides, I
do not know what I can do to con
vince you that I mean every word I
Lady Dedlock only smiley.
“Come! there is the bugle call for
unmasking and supper.”
“First to my party, if you please.”
She took Dick’s arm aud they re
joined the plain domino and the gab zy
Titania. Then all unmasked, at a
given signal. Dick stood there his face
wreathed with self-satisfied smiles,
which turned to the blankest amaze
ment when he saw the mask removed
from my lady’s faoe and beheld—plain
Mrs. Everleigh Brown. He sank into
the nearest chair utterly speechless
But where was Miss Trumbull ? Dick
turned to the airy fairy Titania, but
it really was Miss Braidswood as he
had supposed ; and there—yes, there
in the plain domino with the smoked
glasses in her hand, an amused smile
on her face—stood Blanche, more
beautiful than ever.
in reality, she smiled with an I told
you so air.
While at the supper table Blanche
related how the Lad} Dedlock costume
was originally intended for her ; but it
was too large aud stately and she f x-
ebanged with her aunt. Dick posi
tively asserted that had it not been for
tire eye glasses he would have known
her ii. spite of ail things by her glori
Dick groaned mentally as he thought
of all he had said to Mrs. Brown.
When he told the ladies a few days
afterward they had a merry time over
it. Blanche said, however, that she
knew her aunt took no offence for she
was the dearest aunt in the world.”
A foreign exchange reveals these- "
crets of a plan adopted by the “ Ger
man School Association” to raise
money to aid German students in
Austria. The beneficiaries themselves
are model contributors. They have
imposed on themselves what they call
the “seventh mug tax,” to be levied
and collected in this original way:
Meetings are to be held once a week
or oftener by about 2000 stuci-uts of
the different universities, wi>o will
refrain from drinking the “seventh
mug” and deposit each the 7 krouzers
which the beer would co-1 in a general
fund for the use of the above-named
association. It is believed this volun
tary tfcx will yield 15,0C0 florins a year,
While the students will probably be
just as well off as if they had taken
the drink. Incidentally statistics are
to be gathered about beer consumption
by German students.
Other educational matters of inter
est are un ier discussion. Thus, gym
nastic exercises on an extensive scale
are being introduced in the schools of
France. There has been of
late years a decided movement
In favor of this kind of training.
Many gymnastic societies have been
established, are In a flourishing condi
tion, and are having reflex influence
upon the young. In Paris public
gymnasiums are being established. In
England again,the equipments for gen
eral primary education are being added
to. In the Bchool year which oloeed
August SI, accomodations for ISO,000 ’
new pupils were provided,
school registers show j6o,000
more children to be enrolled than a
year ago, while the average attendance
has increased by over 100,000. Night
schools, however, in wiiich alone great
olasses of the community can be
taught,are unfortunately diminishing.
There Are only one-half as many of
them as in 1870, while the falling off
in enrollment is from 78,000 to 38,600.
The present ratio of night schools to
day schools is 1 to 20; twelve’ years
ago it was 1 to 5. The character of the
instruction afforded in the schools
throughout the United Kingdom is
improving from year to year.
Th* Clock at Brunei* Which Dm* Fot
Even Heed to be Wound.
The ludicrous side of the affair over
came Dick’s rueful recollections of
what he had been saying aud he gave
way to hearty laughter.
“All right, Miss Trumbull, you shall
have tlie best box of gloves iu New
Mrs. Browu kindly released him
from his engagement for supper, aud
as he offered his arm loMiss Trumbull
In September last a new perpetual
clock wan put up at the Gare du Nord,
Brussels, in suoh a position a3 to be
fully exposed to the influences of wind
and weather, and, though it has not
since been touched, it has continued
to keep good time ever since. The
weight is constantly wound up by a
fan placed in the chimney. As soon
as it approaches the extreme height
of its course, it actuates a break which
stops the fan, and the gr eater the tend
ency of the fan to revolve, so much
the more strongly does the break aot
to prevent it. A simple pawl arrange*
ment prevents a down draught from
exerting any effect. There is no neces
sity for a Are, as the natural draught
of the chimney or pipe is sufficient,
and if the clock is placed out of doors
all that is required is to place it above
a pipe, sixteen or twenty-feet high.
The clock is made to run for twenty-
four hours after being wound up, so as
to provide for any temporary stoppage*
but by the addition of a wheel or two
it may be made to go for eight days
after cessation of winding. The in
ventor, M. Auguste Dardenne, a na
tive of Belgium, showing his original
model at the Paris Exhibition in 1878,
but has since oousiderabiy improved
He Had Rather Die.
A physician falls into a fit while
making a round of visits, and is car
ried into a drug store. “Send for Dr.
X , says somebody. “No, no, not
for him,” says the dying man feebly,
at the mention of his rival’s name;
“if he brought mo round it would ad
vertise him. I prefer to die.”