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LIFE'S BITTER SWEET.
Tell me yonr joy, that I may tune my life
To echo the glad music of your own,
The changing melody, the sunny strife
Of harmonies blent in one full sweet tone.
So shall the faithful shadow o£ my night
Heighten your happy radiance of delight.
Tell me your sorrow, that I may disdain
Mirth and rejoicing, banish all relief.
Save the sad ecstaey, wilh'you. the cruel gain
Of biing one dear heart, in grief.
You did deny me love—have you no woe
No pain, to share with one who loves you so?
—London World,
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BY GEXBSAL BYTTLIN.
HE word Al
)- geria con¬
jures up in
my mind’s
eye a vision
of untama¬
ble lions
j r\ and tigers,
■LjJ ruthless
lv pursued
and slain by modern Nimrods, “mighty
hunters before the Lord”—in fact, to
any one of an imaginative tempera
ment, the name seems to suggest a
series of adventures before which the
most thrilling of “boys’ stories” fade
into insignificance.
As a matter of fact, however, the
premiums paid by the French Govern
ment for the capture of these animals,
jjind provided the truth that many of the natives
&re with the most improved
^fire-arms, animals extremely have combined to that make hunt- the
, rare, so
exciting. ing exploits of this nature are not only
but have become a little
“out of the common run.”
I have always been passionately
fond of hunting, and having been
forced by an attack of inflammatory
rheumatism to winter at Blidah, I
longed, as soon as rny health would be
re-established, to enjoy the excite¬
ment of hunting large game. Thanks
to my position as a general in the
Imperial Russian Army, as well as my
prominent social prestige, in Europe,
and perhaps also to the fact that I was
well endowed with this world’s goods,
I found it easy to obtain the protec¬
tion and assistance of the French
colonial office, and in February, 1890,
I started on my expedition to Schaihi,
la order to hunt in the mountains
south of El-Gattar, where I had heard
that several tigers had lately been
seen.
At Schaihi, I received from the Arab¬
ian foreign office an escort and two
spahis, together with a letter of intro¬
duction to Sheik Sidi Mustapha, who
had the reputation of being one of the
best hunters between the Serff and
Ain-Chehra, two of the larger rivers
r.hat water the province.
Although we (my military escort
consisting of a corporal and three
troopers) started early in the morn¬
ing, it was not until the following
afternoon that we at last reached the
narrow upward path that leads to the
ridge c t rocky mountain, sparsely
sown wi*h juniper trees, where we
hoped to make our first stop.
1 was riding on ahead with the cor¬
poral, and in spite of the intense heat,
from which my puggaree could not
protect my neck, I was too ardent a
sportsman not to enjoy the recitals of
the officer, respecting some of the lions
killed in these mountains.
Just as he was telling me of Sidi
Miwtapha’s last exploit in vanquishing
& lioness, he suddenly reined iu his
brown Berber steed, to await the ad
vance of some natives, who had ap
peared from behind the rocks. In
front rode two young Arabs, carrying
their long muskets athwart their sad
dies.
They were followed by a tall, dis
fcing-uished looking man, whose sharply
cut features were marked by an unu
sual degree of intelligence. A full
folaek beard and piercing dark eyes
completed a figure of remarkably im¬
posing demeanor. His lofty bearing
was heightened by his picturesque cos¬
tume, which consisted of a scarlet un¬
der-dress, riehly embroidered with
gold, a white burnouse, and headeloth
shaped like a turban.
“That is Sheik Sidi Mustapha,” ex¬
plained the corporal, turning to me.
“He seems to have come to bid your
excellency welcome to Beni Gallah.”
I immediately put spurs to my horse,
and rode toward the chief to thank
him for his attention in coming to
meet me. I greeted him by shaking
hands with Western warmth, and
handed him the eulogistic letter to
the Bureau Arabe.
“You could not have come at a more
apropos time,” he observed, cordially.
“A tiger is just now in this neighbor¬
hood; he stole another of my sheep
last night. ”
“Do you. know where the beast is
hiding?” I asked, eagerly.
“He has his lair in an impenetrable
thicket, not far from our camping
place. His hours are irregular, but
from his tracks, he must be an old
fellow.” said the sheik, with immov¬
able gravity. “His movements are
uncertain. One day he will come
forth to drink in the evening, and the
next day come down from some other
direction to devour the sheep in open
daylight.”
Whilst.the sheik spoke French with
difficulty, his deportment to me was
SPRING PLACE, MURRAY COUNTY, GA. SATURDAY. JUNE 23, 1894.
most friendly.. He evidently saw in
me the Russian general, not one of
the oppressors of his people, but sim¬
ply a soldier of the White Czar, who
had come to help him rid the moun
tains of this scourge. We rode up a
smft H roc ky path, on the right side of
which was a steep precipice. Some
distance further on, » mountain tor
reut gushed across the road. The
chief pulled rein at this point, with
this remark •
“Many a good shot I’ve wasted here,
Eu-Raskul, see if there are any fresh
tracks. ’
The’Arab proceeded to carryout
tbe ord er witb the ra P idit J of % ht '
mng. Fora moment his sharp eyes,
that resembled those of a bird of prey,
roamed round ; then he brought the
exciting information:
“The tiger has been here since we
passed!”
iSidi Mnstapha who seldom lost his
self-possession, sprang from his horse.
Of course, I was immediately at his
side. In the sand and along the
side of the stream were the unmis
takably fresh traces of a tiger’s
recent passage; inside some of the
tracks, there were still drops of water,
This latter was conclusive of proof
tnat the animal had been there only a
I few minutes ago, as the sun would
haye dried up these drops very quickly,
j “Probably the beast is still in the
neighborhood,” ventured the corporal,
| “Will you wait for him? Since he
"'as driven from his lair by a forest
j fire, he probaljy has not slacked his
1 thirst, and will return,” remarked the
: shiek. “But whether he will return
at this spot or not, is written in the
stars.”
I should have preferred standing my
ground and having the bushes beaten
for the tiger, as I did not wish my
hunting prowess doubted; but as
there was nothing to be gained by re¬
maining in a broiling sun for an in¬
definite period, I gladly accepted the
sheik’s invitation to accompany him
to his home; or rather, I accepted his
hospitality as far as meals were con¬
cerned, but suggested pitching my
tents, to accommodate myself and es
cort, opposite Sidi Mustapha’s quar
ters. When we reached the latter, I
found it to be a terrace-formed build¬
ing, which somewhat resembled one of
Constantino’s Aral dan country-houses.
I followed my host into a large
apartment, the whitewashed walls of
which were hung with the skins of
tigers, lions, badgers and wild-cats,
and here he immediately unfolded his
plan of attack, generously abdicating
to me the honor of leading the chase.
While we were conversing, messen¬
gers entered with the information that
the tiger had not tho previous night
visited his customary drinking haunt.
Under these circumstances, Sidi Mus¬
tapha adyised that we should wait till
sunset and then repair to the spot
where we had seen the animal’s
tracks, and hide ourselves behind some
rocks. He offered to accompany me
and stand by me, in case the tiger
should prove too formidable a beast
for me. I told him, however, that
my servant, who would be with me,
was an experienced hunter, and had
saved my life by several successful
shots when I was in the clutches of
beasts of prey.
“Sid-Ab-Allah ! how I would love to
accompany you, and put a bullet into
the sneaking thief!” exclaimed the
shiek. “But I will go with you any¬
how to-morrow.”
The sun was still high in the heav
ens when I started with my servant,
under the guidance of Bu-Raskul.
Like all Arabs of the lower class he
carried a long Arabian musket and a
perfect arsenal of weapons in his belt,
He had no intention of taking part in
the attack, but (this lyas said with a
cheerful communicativeness born from
the hope of backsheesh—fee) that he
would only conduct “His Excellency”
to the spot, and would then go to
meet the sheik’s daughter, who was
expected back that day from Thigis
tis.
‘ ‘I thought the women of your race
were not allowed to leave their house,”
I remarked, my thoughts absorbed by
the idea of sport rather than of fem¬
inine charms.
“Why not?” he replied, quickly.
“Veiled and in the company of trusty
servants our women travel just as
yours do. She has given her French
companion leaye of absence for a short
time to go and see her family, and is
just returning after conducting her to
the nearest French station.”
I was astonished at this explanation
and involuntarily asked:
“So the sheik has conformed to
the usages and civilization of the
West?”
“He loves his daughter above every¬
thing earthly—but what good can
come of accepting the Frankish cus¬
toms? Instead of working in the
house, as women ought to do, Fatme
studies * music and reads Frankish
books. She is a fine girl, and Allah
alone knows how much good she has
tlone among our people; but she is
wilder than a man, and wanders over
the hills chasing jackals, and that we
think is unbecoming to a woman.”
This last remark was made with an
air of imperturbable gravity.
“How old is she ?” I, inquired, im¬
pulsively.
“Hardly seventeen, your excel¬
lency, but she seems much older in
intelligence and disposition. Here we
are at last 1”
“TELL THE TRUTH.”
W* concealed ourselves behind a
number of rocks, and I can truthfully
say that I felt no fear at meeting one
of the fiercest beasts of prey—nothing
but a feeling of excitement at the idea
of the approaching conflict.
We could not have found a more
convenient hiding place. A few
paces from us was the moun
taiu stream, where the foot
steps of the tiger were still visible.
On the right was the road to Thigis
tis, while on the left the thick bushes
probably hid the animal’s lair. Bu
Raskul, with many wishes for my good
luck, which were probably accentuated
by the. liberal backsheesh I had pre¬
sented to him, left us, and took the
road to Schaihi.
“I fancy the tiger will appear from
the thicket,” I whispered to my atten¬
dant as we loaded our rifles and placed
them iu readiness on the first rock.
The sun slowly sank, and I almost
began to fear that Mr. Tiger had no
intention of showing himself, But
even my absorption in that question
could not distract my attention from
the glories of an Arabian sunset, with
its reddish, fawn-colored tints, half
shaded by the clouds that already ap¬
peared to rise from the valley below.
All the hues of the rainbow seemed to
have blended in that lovely gloaming.
At the same time, my reminiscences of
home were awakened by the bizarre
shape of somo of the rocks nearby,
which reminded me of the Caucasus,
where, as a young officer, I had so'fre¬
After sunset the mountains became
fully alive. The horrible noises, made
by wild animals, and nerve-rending
cries of the hyenas, combined to made
night hideous; but I could only re¬
member that this was the favorite time
for the tiger to start on his nightly
pillage. Every movement, every sound,
was therefore of the utmost signifi¬
cance, and with feverish impatience
we waited the approach of our enemy
—our nerves and senses being strained
to the highest possible tension.
Suddenly I seemed to notice a
shadow approaching from the left, and
although I had never seen a tiger in a
state of freedom, I at once surmised
whence it came, for the stealthy, cat¬
like tread was unmistakable. The ani¬
mal stood still, and looked about with
glaring, luminous eyes; then scenting
no danger, advanced to the stream
within thirty paces of my ambush.
His head was hidden by a projecting
rock, but I could see the movements
of his tail, as ho appeared to listen
eagerly to sounds coming from the
Thigistis road. Had he moved but a
couple of feet forwards, his fate would
have been certain, for my gun was
aimed straight at the place
where I calculated his head must
be. But the animal did not
move. My arms were tired
holding the gun in one position, and
the tiger and the rock seemed to be
merging more and more into one gray,
indistinguishable mass. Just as I was
about to drop my rifle, the animal, by
a number of bounds, sprang to the
edge of the water. I immediately
aimed, but the beast dropped his head
rapidly towards the water, and began
to drink eagerly. I tried my utmost
to aim at one of his eyes, but in vain.
Either it was too dark—yet my eye¬
sight is very good—or the animal’s
head was too low in the water to al¬
shot take
Anger and impatience were begin¬
ning to master me, especially as I now
heard sounds in the distance, which I
feared would frighten the animal away.
Suddenly the tiger’s head rose from
the water, and I fired. Unfortunately
the bullet went too high. At that in¬
stant 1 beard the sound of bells from
the Schaihi road. I knew that (al¬
though the fear lest my prey should
escape me had made my aim uncer¬
tain) the shot had taken effect. But
where and how? The smoke of the
powder hid everything from my sight.
Then a breath of air cleared the at¬
mosphere sufficiently tp allow my see¬
ing the tiger lying on the ground, evi¬
dently scenting the highway, whence
the noise was now very audible,
Again a shot re-echoed through the
mountains, and throwing aside my rifle
I grasped that of my servant. But a
wild scamper in the bushes warned me
that neither of my bullets had mor¬
tally wounded my adversary, and that
he had taken flight. Before I could
see through the smoke I heard a sound
that filled me with horror—a shriek
of deadly terror, followed by the
stamping and snorting of a horse, two
shots, and a sound of crunching, as
though the tiger were already engaged
in a ghastly meal. blood seemed
For a momept the to
freeze in my veins; then, following a
sudden impulse, I sprang from my hid¬
ing-place and rushed to the spot
whence the sound proceeded. As I
did so, another shot re-echoed through
the still summer night, succeeded by a
triumphant cry, that seemed to my
excited fancy like the screech of an
enraged eagle.
I never ran so fast in my life
as I did to the spot, where a ro¬
mantic but fantastic picture met
my view. An Arabian woman
stood swinging the long musket of her
country in her right hand. Her white
burnouse hung in tatters, and the veil
had slipped from her face, which was
one of extraordinary beauty, With
her left hand she pointed to the body
of the tiger, that lay in the agonies of
death, attiwart the body of a horse,
which was still kicking vigorously,
whilst Bu-Raskul knelt at the foot of
his young mistress, his musket ready
to fire, in case the animal should make
a final effort to attack them. Two
Arabian riders were just emerging
from a gulch.
Much as I was impressed by the ex¬
treme loveliness of the young girl—
whom I at ones surmised to be the
daughter of the sheik—I could not
help thinking of the unpleasant re¬
semblance which sho bore, at that
moment, to the avenging Judith.
Bu-Easkul stepped forward, and ex¬
plained that the tiger had thrown it¬
self on the horse of Sidi Mustapha’s
daughter. The shots of both Arabs
missed fire; then Fatme, tearing her
clothing loose from the beast’s
clutches, seized Bu-Kaskul’s weapon,
and discharged it in the tiger’s ear.
I turned to the brave girl, who had
stepped to the level ground, and, in¬
troducing myself, inquired if she were
not wounded.
“I do not know,” she replied,
haughtily. “Iu any case, Sida Mus¬
tapha’s daughter knows how to bear
pain.”
“But you are bleeding!” I cried,
pointing to the blood that fell from
her white throat.
She involuntarily raised her hand to
her neck, and apparently discovered,
for the first time, that her yashmak
had been torn away.
“Leave me, if you value your life!”
she cried, commandingly. No man
has ever seen the daughter of Sidi
Mustapha unveiled, and you are aware
that I know how to defend myself,
even if my companions are cowards!”
I could almost have forgiven the
scorn and anger of her voice for the
sake of gazing longer into those mag¬
nificent, flashing eyes, but Bu-Raskul,
who hail carefully kept his face turned
from his young mistress, quietly im¬
plored me to retire for a few mo¬
ments. This I did, until Bu-Raskul
approached me with the announce¬
ment that Fatme’s wound was a very
slight one, and that she was now ready
to greet her father’s guest.
I found the Arabian girl standing by
tho side of the tiger. Instead ot re¬
plying to my greeting, she pointed to
the animal, whose ear had been pierced
by her bullet.
“You shot better than I,” was my
gallant remark.
“Yes v T am proud to have killed the
destroyer of our flocks.”
ed I that Qon^il this not Diana help had smiling the as failing I reflect of(ti ¬
great many other sportsmen and wo¬
men, that of arrogating to themselves
the credit of giving the coup de grace
to an animal already half dead. I saw
that my first bullet had struck in the
shoulder, my second in the hip. Some¬
what nettled, I observed:
“It is unfortunate that you should
have passed at that precise moment; a
few minutes later, and you would have
found the animal dead.”
“Or torn to pieces to-morrow by
jackals. All praise to Allah, who per¬
mitted me to arrive in time to secure
this lovely skin for my apartment.”
According to Russian custom this
skin belonged, by all the laws of the
chase, to me—I who had fired the first
mortal shot. My politeness was per¬
haps overcome by my passionate love
of the sport, as I remarked dryly:
“Your noble father will decide that
question. ”
Inwardly, I resolved to move heaven
and earth to get the animal’s skin.
Fatme simply answered in a con¬
temptuous tone, “Good-night, gen¬
eral. ”
I had stooped for a moment over the
dead body of the tiger, but at these
words I looked round and saw Fatme,
who had mounted one of the Arab’s
horses, galloping away at full speed.
A few minutes later the sheik ar¬
rived with some of his people ; he yas
delighted at the escape of his daugh¬
ter, whom he had met en route. Bu
Raskul was entrusted with the task of
bringing the dead beast, aud we re¬
turned to the camp.
I slept little that night, and dreamt
oonfjinuously animals, threatened of being pursued by wild
or with murder by
Arabs. And as I arose early next day
I saw Fatme, accompanied by a female
servant, slip out of her apartment,
and passing through the court-yard,
enter a thickly planted garden, by way
of a small doer in the wall that sur¬
rounded the sheik’s residence.
Shortly afterwards Sidi Mustapha
came to inform me that he had ordered
the skin to be brought to me. But
the wild beauty of his daughter had
so impressed me, that in spite of be¬
ing somewhat nettled by her manner,
I was undecided whether to accept the
trophy or gallantly to hand it to the
fair Fatme.
I accompanied the sheik on an ex¬
pedition into the mountains. Wearied
by the heat and exercise, I returned at
noontime, and threw myself on my
bed. At that moment the corporal
entered to tell me that the sheik’s
daughter had been in my tent for a
few moments, during my absenoe, to
have a farewell look at the tiger’s skin
that had meanwhile been brought by
the sheik’s servant.
I laughed at this exhibition of WO
man’s curiosity (whatever their color
or nationality, their distinguishing
characteristic) and ordered the cor
poral not to let me be disturbed. I
composed myself to rest. But with
one bound I sprang to my feet. It
seemed as though something had been
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moving under my body. Throwing
aside the coverlet I saw a small, black
snake, hardly a foot long, emerge with
quivering tongue. It was an Alger iau
species of Bnake, whose bite means al¬
most instantaneous death. I rushed
from the tent, calling to my Russian
attendant, but the corporal was there
before him, and with one slash of his
sabre cleft the suake iu two.
I stood outside of the tent as though
petrified, for through the half open
door of the sheik’s garden I saw the
mocking, fiendishly beautiful face of
Fatme, who seemed to be awaiting the
outcome of her horrible revenge.
An hour laier, after a few farewell
words to the sheik, I was on my way
back to Schaihi, taking' the tiger skin
with me. I would not leave it to the
fiend who could not forgive me for
killing it, and for seeing her unveiled.
—Home and Country.
Heads, or Tails?
Supposing a man to toss three
pennies in the air, what are the
chances of their coming down all
heads or tails? That is a question
discussed iu a recent number of
Nature by Francis Galton, of the
Royal Society. He upsets a popular
delusion regarding the laws of chauoe.
It is obvious that at least two of the
coins thrown iu the air must turn up
alike, for when the coins are on the
ground there must always be either
two heads or tails showing. The ques¬
tion, then, is as to the chances of the
third coin turning up a head or a tail.
It is, of course, an even chance
whether a third coin turns one side or
the other.
Is it, therefore, an even chance that
all three coins will be alike? Mr.
Galton says it is not an even chance,
and that the man who bets his money
on such a theory would lose in the
end. He says the relative chance of
all three coins turning up alike is two
to eight, aud he figures it out in this
way: There arc two different and
equally probable ways iu which a coin
may turn up; there are four ways iu
which two coins may turn up, and
there are eight ways in which three
coins may do so. Of these eight ways
one is all heads and another all tails.
While it is an even chance whether a
third coin is heads or tails, it is not an
even chance that the third ooin will
turn the same way as the other two.
In order to test the matter, Mr.
Galton tossed three aoins eight times.
Only twice did they come up alike,
while the third, coin was equally
divided between heads and tails. Mr.
Galton then made 120 throws of dice,
with three dice in eaoh throw, the odd
numbers counting as heads and the
even numbers as tails. The 120 throws
were divided into three groups of
forty in each, and gave the result of
all alike, 8, 12, 8 ; total, 28; ns against
not all alike, 32, 28, 32; total, 92.
This seemed to settle the matter, and
indicated that the most ol probable ex¬
pectation in the case the dice was
30 to 90.
Frogs Eat Wasps.
Some time ago 1 discovered acci¬
dentally that frogs are voraoious eaters
of wasps, writes R. E. Bartlett. I
have in my garden a tank for watering,
with an island of rook-work which is a
favorite haunt of the frogs. The
wasps just now are carrying on a raid
against my fruit and when I wish to
gratify at once my revenge and my
frogs I catch a marauder between a
postcard and au inverted wine glass,
carry him off to the tank, wet his
wings to prevent his flying and set him
on the rock-work before the frogs.
After a moment’s pause a frog ad¬
vances and iu an instant the wasp has
disappeared, drawn into the frog’s
mouth by a single dart of his long
tongue. Occasionally the wasp reap¬
pears wholly or partially, having made
it unpleasant for the frog; but he is
almost always swallowed in the end.
Usually oonvulsive movements may be
notioed in the frog’s throat and body,
as though the process of deglutition
were not quite easy; but that they like
the diet is evident from the fact that
a single smallish frog has been known
to take three wasp3 one after another.
! Indeed, it is remarkable what very
j small frogs, quite infants, will swallow
a wasp with avidity. This afternoon
a tiny frog swallowed a full-grown
wasp, when a big relative went far him
quite savagely, like a big school-boy
thrashing a small one for presuming
to be helped before him.—London
Spectator.
A Rosebush One Thousand Vears Old.
The oldest known specimen of the
rosebush in the world is at Hilder
sheim, Hanover. It was planted
more than 1090 years ago by Char¬
lemagne in commemoration of a visit
made to him by the Ambassador of
the Caliph Ilaroun-al-Raschid. In
the year 818 a coffin-shaped vault was
built around its sacred roots, and a
few years later a cathedral was built
near by, so close, indeed, that the
vines were trained along the stony
walls. In the year 1146 the cathedral
was destroyed by fire, but the vine
survived and still flourishes. At pres¬
ent it is twenty-six feet high and cov¬
ers 300 square feet of the cathedral
wall. The main stem, however, after
over 1000 years’ growth, is only two
inches in diameter, but is said to be
“as hard as ivory. St. Louis Re¬
public.
NO. 16.
—
SONCr OF A HEART.
Dear heart—X love you! Alt the day I won
der
If skies are rloh with blue.
Or bending black with tempest and with
thunder,
Dear heart, dear hear, o’er you!
Dear heart—I love you! When pale stars
are gleaming—
(Sad tears to me, and few!)
I wonder if God’s lovelier lights are stream¬
ing,
Dear heart, dear heart, o’er you I
Dear heart—if life had only one bright blos¬
som,
One rose to meet the dew—
I’d kiss it, climbing to your restful bosom,
And wear its thorns for you!
—Frank D. Stanton, in Atlanta Constitution.
PITH AND POINT.
Every one has to be a little crazy to
be happy.—Atchison Globe.
The Woman Question: “Now isn’t
this a pretty time of night for you to
get home?”—Texas Siftings.
Sufferer—“You advertise to pull
teeth without pain. Is that true or
false?” Dentist—“It’s true—if the
teeth are false!”—Hallo.
Parker — “Swell boarding-house,
isn’t it?” Barker—“Swell? Hash is
never mentioned except as ‘renais¬
sance corned beef.’ ”—Puck.
Teaoher—“Name some of the great
inventions of the age.” Little Girl—
“ ’Lectrio lights, telephones, talkin’
dolls and—au’ safety pins.”—Good
News.
Ethel—“Do you allow Charles to
kiss you when you are not yet engaged
to him?” Maud—“It isn’t &u allow¬
ance. He calls it a perquisite.”—Ray¬
mond’s Monthly.
Indignant Constituent—“Sir, you
have proven utterly false to yonr prin¬
ciples.” Great Statesman—“Nothing
of the sort. I merely wore them out
and got a new set.”—Indianapolis
Journal.
Mr. Blunt—“My dear Count, you
remind me of a watermelon.” Count
—“In vat way?” Mr. Blunt—-“Al¬
though you are very seedy, you are
admitted into our best families with¬
out question.”—Texas Siftings.
She—“You profess to think a great
deal of me. That is all right bo long
as ev wattMtau erythin g is going pleasantly.
But make any great sacri¬
fice He—“Foil know I
I offered to marry
you ?’^HBH^Transoript.
During a call that little four-yfear
old Mary was making with her mother
a slice of oake was given her. “Now,
what are you going to say to the
lady?” asked the mother. “Is you dot
any more?” asked little Mary, demure¬
ly.—Philadelphia Times.
Gertrude—“I heard that Mr. Brush
paid me a very nice compliment to¬
day.” Carrie—“Yes? Whatwasit?”
Gertrude—“Why, he said that among
the most beautiful young ladies at the
dance was Miss Gertrude Crandall.”'
Carrie (cuttingly)—“Yes; I noticed
you among them. ”—Brooklyn Life.
“Don’t you like Professor Tinkins?”
asked one girl. “Oh, dear, no,” re¬
plied the other girl. “He’s so fatigu¬
ing.” “He has the reputation of
being very brainy.” “That’s just the
trouble. When be talks you have to
listen to what he is saying, of you.
can’t reply to his remarks.”—Wash
iujgton Star.
Farmer—“If you want vfork I’ll
give “Well, you I’d a job. ’’ Wiggley Waggles—
like to take advantage o’
yer offer, boss, but I see a man com¬
ing up the road that looks as if he
had a family to support, an’ as I’m a
bachelor I will resign iu his favor.
Good day. ”—Brooklyn Eagle.
Professor—“We have several special
courses, and the one you Are to choose
must depend on the trade or profes¬
sion you desire to follow.” Aspiring
Youth—“My father wants me to be a
bridge builder, but I should like to be
a dramatist.” Professor—“Very well;
take the course of mechanical engi¬
neering. That will fit you for both.”
—Good News.
Wonderful Vitality ot Insect Eggs.
The eggs of insects have greater
vitality than any other life germs now
known. After exposing silkworm eggs
to a temperature of twenty-eight de¬
grees helow the zero of a Fahrenheit
therometer for five hours, Spollanzi,
the great entomologist, was surprised
to find that they had not been frozen
iu the least, aud that their vitality
was not in the least impaired. On
another occasion he treated a dozen
grasshopper eggs to a temperature of
fifty-six degrees below zero without
injuring the life germ in the slightest
degree.—St, Louis Republic.
Confederate Generals.'
There were nineteen Lieutenant
Generals in the Confederate Army, aud
of these all are dead save four—Wade
Hampton, Joseph Wheeler, James
Longstreet and John B. Gordon. Of
the eight full Generals, Albert Sidney
Johnston, Leonidas Polk and Stone¬
wall Jackson were killed in battle,
while Robert E. Lee, Braxton Bragg,
E. Kirby Smith, Beauregard and Sam¬
uel Cooper have died since the close
of the tu,—M emphis Appeal-Ava¬
lanche.