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OUT IN THE WOODS. I to tl» wood*, where toe mopiea grow. •n'a e musical <lrlp that the children knew, A splnk, spank. splnk. A (.livery link to* waters down from the great tree* How, *r waters that trickle down i the groat trees, afar from the town, With toe splnk. spank, splnk. TUI the trough look* pink Ji It peem through the sap from Its costing A rough-hewn trough Is toe trough tor me And lie homo-made « spile " in too maple tree. For the splnk, spauk, splnk. la a silvery link That dwells like a song In tue memory. That dead leaves rustling beneath the feet One* gathered from snn and from rain the sweet, And the splnk, spank, splnk. Of the famous drink til toe song when the spring and toe winter jneet On* In toe woods where the maples grow e'e a musical drip that the children know, And toe aplnk, spank, splnk. Is a sllvory link k will summons tlS' Violet-, from below. —Columbus Dispatch. j At the time of which I write I was living with my parent* Jn what are now called 1 the oil region*, of Pennsylvania, but It wuh In the early day*, ot the use of coal oil, and the Indication*, of Its presence were not bo trail understood an they arc now, ho It was not thought probable that any one In our neighborhood would Iks warranted In un dertaking expense In an attempt to bore tor oil. Speculator*, were not ready then to take upon themselves the expenso of boring, and my father did not feel able to undertake It. So ho had toiled on, trying to be content with making both ends meet tram what he could wrest from the soil above. My grandfather owned quite a tract of loud on one side of the highway running through the little country villngo of P , and the father of my most. Intimate friend owned an equally large tract adjoining us. We had formerly lived Just over the lino In New York, and my principal objection when father decided to remove to grand father's was that I should have to leave my most Intimate friend behind me; but there was no help for it, and 1 had man aged not only to survive it, but to find another friend, whom I thought more near ly perfect than any one who had gone be- fow, for I hod had several Intimates In the Bourse of my 10 yeans. “ Betty, poor girl Is addiotod to intimate friends/' woe a frequent saying of my old est brother, Albert, ns If they wore a kind Of intoxicant I was unable to resist. Such remarks novor failed to send me to Abagall Potter for sympathy, which I al ways received. Wp were inseparable, and when rather once spoke of returning to our old home 1 was the most vollont opponent it the plan. I could not leave Abrgatl! “You'll got enough of Abagall some day," said Aunt Kate. " Yes," said grandmother. “ Her tonguo le hung In tho middle, an' wags both ways." “ You should not be so Intimate with any Jrfrl," mother added. “ You ought to learn Miot if you can't keep your own secrets no one will koep them for you." Now I really did uot toll Abagall every thing I kuew, though I must confess I came very near It; but I reasoned that it woe natural to like to talk, and to have some sympathetic person to tulk to. Of oouree wo must havo somothiug to talk about, so whore was tho harm when she woe my meet Intimate friend? "Betty, I want you this minute I” I beard mother eaU one morning from the back door. " She’s bangin' ovor the front gate with Abagall," Aunt Kate replied. Bo I was, but I hastened to the back y&rd, where mother was anxiously dip ping her skeins of rags up ami down In the big dye kettle, "Just koopstlrringtbem sothodye won’t settle, while I got out your father's seed oorn," sho said, 1 was absently poking the rags when mother's voice floated down to me from the attic window she had just raised. “Bo the prospector has decided to dolt hOB he?” “Yes," replied father. “He’ll begin by the 14th. Ife’s coming the Thursday afore to bind the bargain and make a payment.” “Then we got it here by Tuesday?” mother asked eagerly. “ No reason why not," said father. "I hope so. I should bo disappointed If It oouldn’t be done by tho 12th; but the roads are bad.” “ Wrfl.lt onn bo hauled six miles, good or bad, 'less the bottom of ’em falls clean out," father ended with a chuckle. I had not been especially Interested in the conversation until mother referred to the 12th. Tuesday, the 12th, was my birth day, and It flashed upon mo that "it” must be something forme. I followed up my discovery with such conclusive nrgumont In my mind that “ It” must certainly be a plants something I hod long wished for, andwhloh no one In tho neighborhood possessed. 1 became all ears at once as father went on; “Don’t let Betty get an Inkling ot It.” “ She hasn't the first suspicion of it. It will be a complete surprise.” “ You know she couldn't keep It to her self two minutes," he oonttnuod. “The Pottera would hear of It In less'n no time." “ Well, they won't*” mother assorted, shutting down the window, and in a few moments she was back by my eldo. “ Dear me, Betty 1 where are your wits?” she exclaimed. In my excitement over what I had hoard I just then gave the rags such s vigorous poke that the dye over flowed and a cloud of ashes rose above the kettle. “ Here, Betty, give me that poker, and you go take those live dozen eggs up to the store. Eggs are a shilling now. That’ll come to 62 oonts on’ a half. Get a paper of needles—betweons—two spoolB of thread, a quarter ot tea, a pound of raisins and the rest In drilling.” “His shillin' drillin’ too, Betty, you hear?” grandmother called after me. "That'll get a yard, and we’ll get tho halt cent, tills time. An’, Betty, you watch an’ see Beth Merrill don't measure In his thumb.” I searoely heard grandmother then, though It came back to me clearly after ward; but I hurried away with the oggs, glad to escape the smoke and ashes and dye-stuff, and glad, too, of a chance to pon der over my oomlng “ surprise.” The eggs were being counted out at the little oountry store when Abagall ran up the stops. “I thought you were here!” she cried, “ I didn’t half ftnleh telling you what I was talking about this morning." “ And I’ve got something to tell you," I began impetuously, when a remembrance of <0(1161/6 last words checked me. But Abagall wasn't the “the Potters" I thought; •‘As If I ever did!” she exclaimed with an offended air. “ If you oan’t trust me you needn’t tell.” “Of course I can,” I replied hastily. ” Will you take It out in trade now or have a due bill?" Beth Merrill inter rupted, “ In trade. Just wait a minute, Abagall." I hastily gave my list of articles and slipped off to the showcase with her, ut terly forgetful of the warning os to Beth's thumb. “A piano!” she exclaimed, as I poured out my suspicions. “I am almost sure!” *’ Why, Betty, I thought you said only lost week that your father wouldn’t be able to get one fora long time.” “ That was last week," I replied, continu ing recklessly, “but I think we’re going to be rich. A man lias been here, and I 'most know It's about boring for oil, and I’m pretty sure that’s tho way my piano Is coming.” Now Abagall was not the least bit en vious, and she only said, with a sigh: “ You’re so lucky, I wish I could have one!’’ But I comforted her with the assurance that she should uso mine whenever she wished. Prom that time until Thursday my mind was not off my expected present, nor my tongue either, when I was with Abagall,and Aunt Kate said that wae pretty much all the time. I noticed, as Thursday passed, that the family seemed uneasy, but I was sure thgt I knew why, though I tried to appear per fectly unconscious. The uneasiness In creased until the morning of my birthday, when father drove off to town. I was uneasy, too. Grandmother In sisted that I “ kept the road hot ’’ all day between our house and Almgall’s, and I did not deny It, for the day wore away with no signs of any piano and not a word about my birthduy. We were all relieved when father drove up at dusk and oamo In look ing quite sober. I hovered about the kitchen, but not a word was said until I went to my own room. I was too miserably disappointed to think about tho meanness of eavesdropping as I sat down by the stovepipe which oamo up through tho floor from the sitting room below, where the rest of tho family were seated. I soon learned why father came empty banded. “ Well, I didn’t got It, you see, for the bottom did fall out," said ho feebly frying to joke; “Only 'twn’nt tho bottom of the road, but tho bottom of the business." “ I s’pocted somethin’ when ho didn’t put In his appearance Thursday," sold grand father. “What’s up?” “Why.I’ottorgotwlndof It an’ hunted htm up. Ha<l him ovor there the very next day. His offer was blggor’n mine an’ prospects Just ae good, thoy thought, an’ ho was smart enough to dose right on the spot.” “ How tricky! It’s a shame?” cried Al bert. “ How could he have found it out?” said Aunt Koto Indignantly. " Not a soul of ns has told.” I was down on the floor In shame and mortification. I knew how? My most in timate friend had told It. But as I thought of it, even In my bitter disappointment I could not forget tho warning I had had, and I know that I alone was to be blamed. But could I tell them so? Thp next sentence determined me, though it added a still heavier burden as I heard It. "Well," said mother, trying to speak cheerily to father, “ we can get along as before, and Betty won’t be disappointed about the piano”—so it wae a piano—“ but I fool it most for you and the graudfntks. It would make your lives oaeler and pleas anter if we could only have some of the riches, If they arc here for us.” I did not hesitate. I had done not only a foolish thing but a wicked one as well, and In tho next fow minutes I had sobbed out my confession and contrition with my face in my mother’s lap. I think all felt that I had been punished severely, for not even All*ert said anything to add to my lesson. Grandfather only remarked, “ Well, lass, you’ll have to ride shank’s mare now ’stldof a pony, but It’s for the best, prob’ly.” When I loarnod the plans for the future based upon the hoped for oil well I could hardly reconcile myself to the loss. None of these plans wore realized until some years later, when by hard labor father felt able to make the venture which proved successful. But I was then ready to ap preciate it, for I had learned the folly of too close intimacies, and Abagall was the last of tho sories of bosom friends. So porhaps grandfather was light in hl« conclusion. At any rate, when at last for tune brought my piano grandmother was ready to endorse it with tho dry remark, “ I don’t know after all but learnln* not to let your tongue run away with your vto- tuals Is a better birthday present than pl anners.” NOT FOR ME. It Stopped tine Meter. The superintendent of an eleotria light station gives a strange Instance of the stopping of a meter and the explanation of the trouble. On examining the meter, which wae ot twenty-eight capacity, after a lapse of a month, In enter to determine the quantity of current to bo charged for, he found that the consumer, in the pressure of business, had placed a number of small boxes around the meter, oonoealing It from view. As it was desirable not to disturb them, it was suggested and agreed to that the meter bo allowed to run another month. At the eud of the second month, the coast being clear, the meter was examined, and it woe found that It recorded only five hours siuoe the time of last examination. This looked susploious, but there wae no ground to believe that the meter had bean tampered with. It appears that the sorews which held the cover to the top of the Instrument had not been put In, and that a spider had taken advantage of the opening and estab lished himself in his oozy quarters.—Chi cago Times, A Valuable Butterfly. A young man camping in the Sierras dis covered and captured a butterfly of an un known species. Hs sent It to the Smith sonian institution at Washington and received therefor a check for $1,600 [ 1] with the request to make careful search for other moths of tho same kind. It was an individual of a fossil species, supposed to be extinct, and groat was the oxoltdment among the scientists at the discovery that one of the race had been recently alive. Although diligent search has been made by men paid for tho service, no other speci men inis been found. Kangaroo* lu Australia. In some parts of Victoria they formerly outnumbered the sheep as two to one, and old shepherds have told me that It was not an uncommon thing to see the sheep and kangaroos feeding together upon the plants, as many os 2,000 or 9,000 kangaroo* frequently accompanying a Hook of 1,000 sheep. Thus it will be seen that • “sta tion ’’ which in I860 could bcirfy, sheep can now be mads t* < Then art too fair for me; On the torn hill-aide's scarred and riven fan* Th* valley's blossom flnds no fitting place; Too great the contrast of the Joyous grace And the worn heart that speaks to day to baas Them art too bright for me; The dank gray vapors stain the spaokllnf gold, The atmosphere around me chill sad cold Shall never o’er thy glowing life bo rolled, And tarnish all the loveliness I see. Thou art too glad for mo; The summer passes and the birds grow dumb. Nature and man, when autumn days have coma Hear not the skylark’s song, the Insect’s hum; Thy voiceful Ilfs, once mine, would voiceless b». Thou art too young for me; On the same level never could we go, Thine an* the light feet bounding too and fra. Mine are tho weary stops descending slow, Where patience wait*, whll* hope attends so thee. Child, thou art not for me; The hand thou gtvest tenderly and straight Of all my years could never bear the weight; Spring holds earth’s fullness, youth with yoatb should mate, I, prisoner of time, will tears thee tre*. LITTLE ELSIE. lour little girl, Elsib.” It was equal to a play to watch that lit tle girl; she was the cutest, prettiest little thing Imaginable. It was during one of the hot si»ells last summer that I first no ticed the little fairy at one of the windows of the big, If not especially fashionable, boarding house opposite. It had been one of the hottest nights of that sweltering period and sleep had practically bean an Impossibility. After a night spent in toss ing about on a little three-quarter bed In voking every deity I had ovor road or heard about to send down unlimited hloss- lngs, or the opposite, on a weather bureau heartless enough to get up such nights and work them off on an averagely re spectable population, It may tie imagined that daylight did not find a very good- humored citizen in that little room. About • o’olock In the morning I saw the curtain shake a little. It was the faintest, mloro- soopioal breeze possible, but It was some thing, anil after partially dressing I made haste to sit down at the window to get the benefit of what little there was. It was not a fashionable neighborhood, that street. On both sides long rows of boarding and apartment houses presented their staring rod fronts, on each of which seemed to be written, “(live up all thoughts of homo ye who outer here.” Before nearly every house a scantily-attired and fagged looking girl was sweeping down the steps. On the square wore two milk wagons and one lee cart, and oven the loeman had a frayed and wilted appearance, while the lump of (oe which ho dispensed seemed thoroughly to realize the situation, and early as It was carried a “ melted, well-I give-lt-up ’’ air that forebode a sad lack of Ice water by dinner time. Through nearly every window glimpses could be caught of tired-looking Individuals, while many of the openings wore oooupted by disgusted people, who, like myself, were In search of that faint little breeze whioh usually makes Its first appear*)«o for a short time early In the morning, only to be lost later on In the rush and heat of another day. In the third- story window of the house directly oppo site sat a fat, bald-headed man, whose faoe was a most perfect uaricature of woeful, wretohod dlspalr. The round moon face and bald head were, In color, an excellent matoh for tho bright red of tho bricks. His costume Boomed to consist of a pair of trousers, an undershirt, and a look of an guish. A huge palm-leaf fan which he held In hie hand moved baok and forth now and then In a hopeless sort of way as It the owner had long ago given up all Idea of obtaining anv relief. The sight of the panting and despondent party attracted my attention to the house opposite, and glanolng down at the win dow below I saw that little girl. The sight other was equal to an iced drink. Bho was tho coolest-looklng little body It was ever your good fortune to see on a sooroh- lng day. Not over six yoars old and with a face like a rose just opening, she sat in the window, robed simply in night dress, as unconcerned as a queen on a throne. She was busy, too. Tight In one ohubby fist was a lead pencil, with which sho was earnestly engaged in writing on slips of paper. The manuscript seemed to bo giv ing her trouble too, for ovory little while she would knit her brows into tho funniest little frown end seemed to ponder deeply, with one hand In her Huffy hair and the other holding the pencil ready to Imprison the Inspiration as soon as it appeared. The notes, for notes she seemed to be writing, did not appear to her of muoh Importance after they were finished. The young lady would write on asheet fold it carefully drop It out of the window and watoh Its flight anxiously as It fluttered downward. If It caught on any projection or landed on a little balcony beneath her she seemed highly displeased and disappointed, but It was worth going miles to hoar her fresh laugh and see her olap her hands if, run ning the gauntlet of all opposition, the little white slip Succeeded In fluttering safely to the pavement. I became quite enthusiastic over the matter myself and found I was olapptng my own hands heart ily ovor the especially adventurous pas sage of one hardy voyager. Just as this happy result had been reached a tall, fair- haired lady came to the window and drew the curtain and at the same time two thoughts oame I had entirely forgotten,the first being that It was awfully hot and the seoond that it was past time to be getting out. - X*te as It was. however, I oould not re sist the temptation that morning on reach ing the street of crossing over and picking up the only one of those little notes which was In sight It was a curious affair that letter, written by a baby hand and dropped In the great post box—the street. The writing was a study In Itself, the letters half printed In big oapltals, while the words went wandering up and down the page in undulating curves. On the out side was an address which read: “ To my Papa Gilmore.” > Inside the letter said: “My derest Papa: Plese dere papa come back. My mamma has been sick. “Yc quaintano* She would nod and smile fit me every little white and when acme eg- pedaily wonderful adornment had bees added to her person would bold up the doll for my Inspection and I wo did express my gratification and Intense delight oy a most,-insane series of nods and smites. I had to give this up, however, as the held headed man in the opposite house spread the rejioit that I was a maniac, while the girl who swept down the steps gathered the idea that I wae making advances to her and complained to my landlady, who spoke to me kindly, yet firmly. One evening as I wag returning hone about (i o’clock a cool little hand was thrust into mine and a oalm little voice at my side remarked: "I'selbst,” "Oh! are you?” I said somewhat tamely, and looking down there was my ljttis neighbor from across the way. "My name's Elsie; does you know where Pee Uvea?" she asked. I told her I thought I did, and with jierfoct confidence she trotted along by my side. I felt really disappointed that she did not reeognis* me at first, but she speedily chattered all that away- She was the most, confiding, earnest little body, and for two squares sho told me about her dolly, her “ mover ” and herpapa, who was gone away. “ We uster live In New York,’’ eh* la- formed me, “ and wagons and street care went by all day and &U night, and papa lived zere too, and mover never cried, but one day papa went away and never oome hack no more, and wo’s waited and waited, but he never come, and mover cried every day and was sick, and zau we came hors on ze steam cars and I brought my dolly, and I’so got a little kitty, and my papa will come cause I writes to tdm and tell* him mover has boon sick, and oh, zeros mover,” and there certainly was "mover” standing in front of tho home which we had almost reached and looking up and down th* street In a distracted way. The little one having no further use for a guide darted on ahead and was soon safe in " mover's” arms, while X crossed the street without being seen. It was only a few morning* after thla that, as I was sitting lu my window after watching Elsie write several of tier letter* and deposit them in her usual post box, I noticed a rather good-looking gentlsma* walking up and down tho street In an un- dooidod sort of way. Onoe ho seemed on the j-olnt, of going away, but Anally stopped and leaned against tho tree In front of the opposite house, and picked up sort of me chanically one of the little slip# of paper which lay at ids feet. I could not see hl» face, but almost immediately he walked up the steps, rang the bell and entered the house. By t his time I was half way out of the window, and lu imminent danger of going the other half. I felt sure where that man wae going, and I could almost see him going up the stairs. Bure enough 1 heard a little scream In a moment and then ttie sound of sobbing, and caught one fleeting glimpse of little Elsie jumping up anil down like a Marionette, I was positively worse than useless at the office that day and came homo early, but saw nothing of my opposite neighbors. The next morning I was up at daylight and nt the window looking for Elsie, but no Elsie appeared. .Just as 1 was getting discouraged who should appear at tho win dow whore I had grown accustomed to ee* tho little girl framed but the fat bald- hoadeil man from the story above. I went away in disgust. On inquiry, I found the* my friends had left and the bald headed man had moved down. X was so disgusted ut seeing that fat man at that especial window that I moved away myself, I have not seen Elsie since. Of course it must aavo been the father who went up the steps that morning, but I oan’t help wqp- deririg why he ever went away and where In thunder he had been. I am morally certain, however, that if I over lose a hither 1 shall write letters to him and drop thorn out of a second-story window to the straw. —Washington Star. He Quelled the Panto. “ I was in Eochoster on Monday even ing,” said a traveling man at one at the hotels last night, “ and attended one of the theatres. Botween the acts eome tool In the gallery yelled ’ fight,’ and another fool In the dress circle at onoe shouted ' fire.' There was an instant panto, and had it not been for a dozen cool-headed men and the fact that tho orchestra kept right along playing, there would have been a terrible scene. As it was, several ladles fainted, and men and women rushed over the books ot tho seatB to the door as though they wore daft. ” But there was one incident that I shell never forget oe long as I live. A tall gen tleman, about 60 years of age, stepped upon Ills seat and drew a revolver from Ids pocket. In a voice that could bo heard for some distance around hs said: “ ‘ There is no fire, and I shall ho tempted to shoot the first man that tries to rush out of here and possibly trampl* upon women and ohlldren. I mean just whafl say, and when the excitement cools < If anybody will point out tho that raised the ory of Are I will give tho gentleman $50 for his trouble and agio* to whip the scoundrel who raised tho alarm within five minutes or forfeit another fifty.’ “Then he stood there as quietly as (f nothing had disturbed him, and the people who heard him knew by his loolu that he meant business and would do just what he said. 'Good for you!’ oalled a half dozen voices, and tho people In that section sat very quietly during the several ententes of terrible excitement, that prevailed all over the crowded house. When order had been restored the gentleman resumed his soot and enjoyed the play.”—Utica Observer. VENGEANCE WAE QUICK- bf H*> Now I was not that little girl’s papa and probably had no business reading her cor respondence with her own father, although I had seen it thrown out of a window by a little mite not muoh bigger than the letter itself, but If I had been that girl's father I should have gone baok Immediately and I oould net help thinking what a brute this (Elmore was not to “ come back ” without any further urging, providing, of oourse, he was not dead, as In tho latter case his ar rival might cause trouble. I Well, after this I felt quite in the habit of getting up early In the morning and sitting at the window, and almost every time wae rewarded by seeing the little fairy across the way. Letter writing wsg not her only oooupation, although ah* still kept it up on occasions. Bho had a little doll about half a foot high, and to -- • - . that affair was a liberal A» Ontrageous Wrong Avenged Brother* and Suitor Louisville, Ky„ May 22—A story of brutal ravishing and murder and swift vengeance on the murderer, comes from Sandy Hook, a mountain town near Ashland, in eastern Ken- tucy. Near Bandy Hook, Maud Flee- ner died recently from being thrown by her horse and ravished by George and Joint Wilcox, two brothers who had been her suitors. She had prom ised to marry Amos Queen, who had met her while she was teaching school near Sandy Hook, and about three weeks ago started to visit a friend near where she had taught. The Wilcox brothers,who were pass iog the road she traveled, saw her coining, hid in the bushes and scared her horse. The horse ran away and she was thrown and haA both legs tToken. The Wilcox brothers picked her up, revived her, drew straws as to which she should lie compelled to marry, bore her to a cabin and de manded that she should marry John, to whose lot she had fallen She refused and tainted. They tried to wit her legs, and kept her prisoner in the cabin. When found by her brother and affianced she said the Wilcoxs did it, and died soon after. An examination showed that she had been chained to the cabin wall and had also been outraged. The Wilcoxs were captured and con fessed, whereupon they were shot to death by the brother and lover. They explained in the confession that they chained the girl became she had at tempted to escape Miss Fleener whs the daughter of a prominent, citizen of Richmond, Va., who moved to Sandy Hook some years ago and died there. She was only 21 years old, a church member ami Sunday school teacher. THE FELINE MOTOR. Few Tramp* In Germany. The tramp, or homeless man, is an ha- possiblUty in most parts of Germany from the rigid system of enrollment which comprehends every man in th« country and insists that he shall give an account of himself. When a man of the working classes undertakes to make a change of place he must provide himself with proper papers from the authorities of the place whore ho last resided, otherwise M le liable to be arrested in the first town he visits outside hie own district and sent baok as a runaway. <n every village there is set up a post bearing a board con taining certain letters and figures which Indicate the oompany, reglmeut, brigade and army division of the inhabitants, and when a strange man is found wandering about a village tho policeman asks him where he lives. It is very hard for him to practice deception in regard to Ms former residence, for every one is supposed to Stow the army, division and regiment to which the inhabitants of his plaoe be long, as the sign board is set up in the most conspicious part of the town, and all the police are provided with a hand-book which enables them to verify a statement in an instant. In the case oi those who claim to be peddlers, or tinkers, or traveling workmen of any kind, they must not only have a supply of goods, or a * l kit of tools, but must also have a sum el money to guard against their becoming a oharge on the community they are enter- . and I* default of the rawdrad The Muiveloua Invention nl • Western Gorilla anil Hr Mode of Opt ration. Stoughton, Dane county, Wis., May 2ii,—Prof. Richard tie 1-ong, the in ventor of the new feline motor, is a tall,pale-faced man, with a three-story, bay window forehead, overhanging a pair of deep-set, sky blue eyes, set in each side of a large, thin, hooked nose. He is not a beauty; but. he is a genius. His feline motor, A’hich at present is creating such a sensation in scientific circles in Stougliton, is a marvelous machine, unique in appearance and wonderful in operation. It. may be de scribed as a curious combination of iarge and small fly-wheels, great bal ance wheels, bright steel rods, and an almost innumerable number of coils of copper wire, all joined to a brightly- polished cylinder of brass, one end of which projects into a wire cage filled with ordinary cats. Its operation is very simple, but surprising in its re sults, A slight pull on a small nickel- plated lever starts the machine. Then like lightning from out the end of the cylinder projecting into the cage there shoots a long steel arm and hand, grab bing one of the cats by the nape of the m ek and yanking it into the cy linder, wl.ere it disappears with a yawl of more tlian feline terroi. In a moment the fly-wheels, the great balance wheels and all of the complicated ma chinery begins to move, at first slowly, but soon with startling rapidity. At the proper moment, which is indicated by a small eloek-Iike attachment, the operator pulls another lever, when i re in out of the other end of the cylin der, with hair and tail erect, scintillat ing eyes, and a caterwaul dislocating to one’s spinal column, the cat is pro jected into a tub of cold water pre pared for its reception. This-operation, surprising as it may seem, extracts from the cat electricity equivalent to the power represented by ten horses, working for one hour, and this power can he stored in the cylinder until needed. As acat can be run through the motor every three minutes, and ail the accumulating electricity be stored, the power of the machine is practically limitless. The same cat can be used once in every ten hours without in the least impairing its health and general usefulness. The professor is jubilant over the success of his invention. He is satis lied that be has overcome every diffi culty, and intends soon to put the ma chine vqion the market. Kllleil In a mat Fl(ht, Hammond, Wia., May 25.~Wil* liatn Peeh-HH and Charles Chapman, employed by Thomas Mutah and Thomas Fitzgerald respectively, two farmers Jiving six miles north of here, had a fist fight last night in w hich Peeiess was kilted. The men took this mode of settling tlie dispute. They had not fought more than a few seconds when Peel* css fell to the ground, dying in about fifteen minutes. Several bystanders attempted to part them, but not un til it was too late. Chapman escaped as soon as ho saw the result. LOVE. "The man I marry must wealthy be,” The maiden said; And planned her marriage delightfully Within her bead. “The girl 1 marry must beauteous be,” The youne man said: And he pictured her seductively Within his head. But on a day did the maiden find One man to be, The only want of her heart and mind: And poor was he And on a day was the man impressed One giri to gain. Who alone could bring him Joy and rest; And she was plain. Thus both discovered their matches wrought Not by the bead. But that awakening in ways unthought, 'Tia hearts that wed. Th* Heal Mother ln-Law. Who was it taught my wife to bake A loaf ot breador fancy cake. And appetizing dishes make* My mother-in-law. Who wag it, when my wife was 111, Bestowed upon her care and skill. And aaved to me a nurse’s bill? Mi mother-in-law. Who then my little ones prepared Each morn tor school, who for them cared, An ail their little sorrows shared? My mother-in-taw. Who was it, when their prayers were said, do snugly tucked them iuto bed. And, till they slept, beside them stayed? My mother-in-law. Who of mv clothing then took care, Who overlooked my underwear. And kept each garment in repair? My mother in-law. Who oft to me her aid has lent To buy the coal and pay the rent? n Uo'd gladly see me President? My mother-in-law. A loving grandmother is she, A generous friend she’s been to me. Forever honored let her be. My mother-in-law. —Boston Courier INOPPORTUNE. There are poetus that are accepted, There are verses, too, rejected, And when a manuscript comes back, T is a grief not unexpected. But the little contribution 1 recall with keenest pain, Was a valentine ecstatic To a local belie called Jane. I rejoiced that it was taker,— Quite cheerfully I sold it. Alas! I did not realize Th°y had marked the copy, “Hold it. » * * I forgot the love-sick ditty As the slow years rolled away, 1 ill they jammed it in to fill a gap One most unlucky day. A nother girl perused the line With anything but joy. So ended my engagement To Mias Josephine Leroy. —Puck. The Atlanta and Florida Railroad changed management on the 24th. Col. Sage was made president and an entire new board of directors was elected. It is the intention of the new management to extend the line from its present ter minus at Fort Valley to some point on the Atlantic coast, but just where does not seem to have been determined,— Times-Onion. HIGHER MEDICAL EDUCATION The medical department ot the Uni versity of Pennsylvania, in its century and a quarter of active life, has repre sented in each generation the highest standard of professional education in America. Established in the dawning of the modern selence of medicine, its teachers and its graduates in their turn have always been the leaders in scien tific advancement. Fifteen years ago the University school led in the new de parture for higher medical education by* the adoption of the three years graded course and the extension of the student’s practical work, and now the further step, long contemplated by the faculty, is announced for the near future, the extension of the compulsory course to five years. If two years actual attendance at lec tures was considered a minimum re quirement a generation back, four years is short enough time now, since the field of scientific medicine has been so enormously widened and complicated Indeed, no man can or does actually qualify himself for practice in any shorter time than this even now, and the question cone-wots the best method of his pursuing his studies, and whether the degree in medicine should not be made a certificate of actual achievement. People have learned to their cost that the title of doctor has little value m it self as long as it can be cheaply attained. They are beginning also to learn that its value depends on the character and the standards of the institution by which it is conferred. It is proper that the oldest medical school in America should be likewise the foremost in modern scientific ad vancement. But the step contemplated at the University will greatly increase the burdens of the medical department, while possibly entailing a temporary loss of revenue, and the condition of an en dowment for the school is one that the Pro-t ost and the faculty, as well as the trustees, have a right to couple with the new departure. The Provost, whose delight it is to spend and be spent for the University, has started this impor tant movement with a munificent sub scription, and under the splendid im pulse thus green the appeal is confident ly made the wealth of Philadelphia to complete the required fund, that this great institution, which to the authority of age adds the lusty vigor and high aims of youthful life, may onoe more assert its own and the city’s leadership in sound learning and scientific progress An Italian anarchist, returning from America to his native shores, has been relieved at Naples both of his liberty and of thirty-three dynamite cartridges, with which latter, had he not been delayed in his voyage, he would have attempted some May-Day surprises. Yet if this man had been lynched in America his suffering country would have demanded