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LIFE’S COMPENSATIONS. The skies cannot always be clear, •m. dear ' rno merriest eye must still have its tear, My dear; •The clouds that are frowning above us to Will day And presently the skies break will and go floating away, be blue that are sullen and gray, My dear! We oan’t have just happiness here, Xou would My dear; never be glad il you ne’er shed a tear >, My dear; , Jhe sorrow that lurks in yourbosom, today, Like the clouds, when you’ve wept, will go And . the floating skies away. will be blue that are sullen and gray, My dear. The True Story of a Sauce. BY MABOHURITA AKLINA ltAXS.. This is a true story of low life and also of a great sauce. What his real name was no one ever knew. He had come into Bivington street in the arms of a drunken woman who inexplicably . had considerable money. On this ac¬ count, and also on account of her gen¬ ciety erosity, she was welcomed by the so¬ of that downtown district. ;■ Her name was Mary. Her family name was somewhat obscure. Once when arrested she gave it as Jones, another time as Schmidt, a third as ington. Bonaparte This and a fourth time as Wash¬ be variety showed her to a woman of some information, if nothing else. The baby was a bright-eyed little thing, which was lame. The woman Was kind enough to it in her own rough way anil left the child largely to its own resources. It was clever and soon found out which of the neighbors were kind and liked children and which did not. Jamsey, for so it was called by its mother, managed to get along like thousands of others in the submerged Tenth. He grew, but on account of his infirmity grew in a different way from the other children of the neigh¬ borhood. He did not care much for playing, dolls but liked housekeeping, and other girlish recreations. When he was four he could make him¬ self quite useful iu the kitchen and was so careful that he could be safely intrusted with plates, tumblers. When he .was six his mother died. No one ever appeared to claim the "body, and the kind-heaHad city buried it without ado. The policeman talked of taking the boy to a nice or¬ phan asylum, where the ohildren are all dressed in uniform and are trained to walk alike, talk alike, eat alike, read alike and think alike and very often to misbehave and die alike. He found to his surprise that even flown in Bivington street there was an invincible antipathy to asylums. Mrs. Mueller, a childless German woman, said that the baby should stay with her as long as she lived and that no Irish policeman should take it away and have it rained in an asylum. So Jamsey became a member of the Mueller family, which consisted of tho lady in question and her husband, who was employed in an uptown brewery. • Mrs. Mueller, like all German housewives, had a mania for cleanli¬ ness. In her particular religion it preoeded godliness. She had the same reverence for a scrubbing brush that a poor Hindu has for Juggernaut, while a bar of soap gave her more pleasure than the heaviest black silk dress. > Undoubtedly the cornerstone of her love household for Jamsey was and his they taste made for pleasures, a fine pair. ' Although lame, he would lend a fair hand to her scrubbing up the floors and polishing the windows and in doing the family ironing. wiping He was in¬ valuable in washing and the dishes, and by degrees dishes he came to cook all her favorite as well as she herself did. Once or twice she let him cook by himself, when he surprised her by the tastiness of his finished work. After that, when she had what she consid¬ ered leisure, she would teaoh him all the seorets of old German country cooking as she had learned it in her yonth, of fashionable Berlin cooking, where she had been a oook some years before marrying and ooming to this oountry. Jamsey made wonderful progress, and at 13, as Mrs. Mueller fondly ad¬ mitted, was almost as good, if not very mnch better, than herself. The old lady had not neglected Jamsey’s edu¬ cation. He had gone to the sohool and had made fair progress. He had learned Cerman from Mrs. Mueller and her husband and up a capital smattering of French from Monsieur Bonhomme, the poor cobbler in the basement of the tene¬ ment. About this time Jamsey beard the cooking school. It was by some charitable ladies who lived uptown and was held one evening week. He obtained Mrs. Mueller’s and applied for admission. He was pretty boy; though poor, was as clean and neat as if he had been a million¬ aire’s son. Although older than the Other children, he was admitted to class. II It's going to rain, it will rain, No My bitterly dear, complain. matter how we may There My dear; are sorrows that every good woman There must bear; whioh are griefs in every good man has a share, It is only the fool who has never a care, My dear. The skies cannot always be clear, Sweets wouldn’t My dear, be sweet bitterness were no here. There My dear; oould never be joy il there never was The sorrow, sobs of today may bo laughter tomorrow, And there's sadness as well as vain trouble to borrow, dear! Mv —S. E. Kiser, in Cleveland Leader. Before the first lesson was over the teacher found in amazement that in many respeots the boy knew more of cooking months than she did. After three had passed, she said to him one “Jamsey, day : you better go to a higher school.” Jamsey “Didn’t knew of none. his friends know?” Jamsey The had no friends. teaoher thought herself and gave him a letter to an eminent teacher of cookery uptown. He was very well received when he presented the letter, but was broken hearted when told that the instruction cost $25 a quarter. Jamsey had never had more than as many cents in all his life. He mused a little while, and then he eaid: “Please, ma’am, I want to learn cooking with you, and I haven’t got any money. But if yon’ll teach me what you know I’ll teach you what I know, and I’ll wash your dishes and clean your kitchen besides, in the bar¬ gain.” The professor of culinary art laughed very heartily and being a good-natured soul took Jamsey in upon these terms. One day a pupil desired to learn how to make two or three German dishes. Her husband expected to entertain some friends from Berlin and wished to surprise them. The professor was at a loss to answer, being, at a matter of fact, ut¬ terly unfamiliar with Teutonic cook¬ ing. Jamsey, seeing the dilemma, whispered to the teacher: “I know how. You let me teach her.” The professor said: “Thanks, Jamsey,” and told the pnpil that her assisant had made a specialty of Ger¬ man glad cooking and the would be only too The to give her requisite tuition. lady accepted, and Jamsey was unspeakably lessons happy. He gave three and did it so well that both professor and pupil were deeply pleased. Better still, the pupil, who was very well to do, gave the little cripple a $5 bill. He thanked her, chuckled, and then went home as fast as hit lameness would permit. When he burst into the room where Mrs. Mueller was scrubbing the underside of the table, and handed that aston¬ ished woman a dean, crisp bill, she could not find words to express her feelings. She went to a closet, unlooked and opened an ancient trunk and took from it a Dutch cap, black velvet, with a band in whioh red, yellow, blue, orange, green and violet were massed in crazy style, and put it on the boy’s head. She said: “My boy, you have earned your first money, and you are now a man. Yon shell wear a man’s hat. That hat is what my husband wore when he got out of his appren¬ ticeship and became a brewery man, free and independent himself. ” The professor was very well pleased with Jamsey’s tact and gave the boy a very he thorough training. Two years remained there,at the end of which time the professor said that Jamsey mastered the profession. Jamsey was sorry to hear the news, because he was ambitious to learn everything there was in regard to the kitchen. He had made a little money during the time, and he had bought oookery books under his teacher’s advioe. The latter had also presented the boy with foreign books, especially those in Frenoh and German, which were unknown tongues to her, but not to Jamsey. He had also secured a number of implements and had refashioned many to suit his own ideas. He was going on 15, and, though small for his age, he had already the soul of a man. About that time Mr. Mueller was taken sick. Ere long the sickness ended, and Mrs. Mueller was a widow. What money there had been put by had been largely consumed during Mr. Mueller’s sickness, and his insurance was very small. At the furthest there was but $1200, and out of this came the expense of the funeral and the cemetery. In Bivington streot they follow the an¬ cient Irish practice of robbing the liv¬ ing to honor the dead. There was a line hearse and many carriages, a cof¬ fin, which tho neighbors called “per¬ fectly illigant,” a lot and a handsome tombstone. There were the usual funeral festiv¬ ities, and when this was over about $700 remained. Mrs. Mueller, the evening after the funeral, eaid: 'STimsey, we’ll have to go to work very soon. We have only a little money, and it won’t last two years if we are well, nor one year if anything happens to us,” Jamsey Frau said: “I start out tomor¬ row, Mueller, but you are too old to work at all. I’ll get. the work and take care of you," and so Jamsey started. He tried one restaurant, and the proprietor,with an oath,said he didn’t want any children around. “Get out!" He tried another, and there was no vaoancy. He answered 12 or 15 ad¬ He vertisements, then but received no reply. secured employment in a Bow¬ ery restaurant, whereon the third day he was brutally beaten by a waiter whom he detected robbing the owner. He was a plucky boy and was not disheartened. It was very hard, how¬ ever, and it beoame.doubly hard when Mrs. Mueller one morning could not get up, and the dootor said she would have to remain in bed for many weeks. The new burden acted as a stimulant upon the boy. He was up early in the morning and made the breakfast and cleaned up the rooms. He then ar¬ ranged medicines qssd a cold lunoheon on the table alongside of the bed and then went up into the street to look for employment. An entire month passed, and then inspired by a happy thought he presented himself one morning before the proprietor of one of the great restaurants of the city. The proprietor said: “I’m afraid you’re too young, my son, but you might go down stairs and see the head chef. He attends to that part of the business.” Jamsey was encouraged by the manner if not the matter of the speech and went to the great kitchen beneath the dining hall. The chef had just come in, a handsome, black mustacbed,rosy-cheeked looked said: Alsatian, who at the boy and “Well, what is it?” Jamsey sa d: “I’d like to be a cook here, sir." The chef smiled and said in his own language: “What a dear little fellow." then in English, “Can you cook?” in Happily for Jamsey he responded French, “I think I can cook as well as most men, sir. I'd like to have you try me.” His native tongue aroused the chef’s interest. He said, “You speak my language." “Yes,” said Jamsey, “I speak some French.” “t)o you speak German?" asked the chef. "Yes,” said Jamsey. “Can you cook in French and Ger¬ man styles?” Jam'seJ-, “Yes,” said proudly. “Well, you are a brave boy, and I’ll try you, anyhow. You go over there to that stove and cook me some lamb chops in some Frenoh way and also in some German way, and if they are all right I’ll engage you." Jamsey went to work in a hurry. The other oooks looked on amused by the boy’s enthusiasm, He picked out a German sauce which he had learned from Frau Mueller and im¬ proved upon himself. For the other dish he made a special sauce which the cooking professor had taught him. They were about finished, and he had raised the saucepan containing one, when a clumsy soullion going past, either by accident .or through mischief, ran against him, and the contents of one saucepan went into the other. It had no more than happened when the chef reappeared from some other part of the great establishment below stairs. He walked over to where the speeohless boy stood and said: “Hallo, that’s a handsome aanoe. I don’t remember ever having seen it.” He took the large spoon whioh was in it and stirred it. The stirring gave a finish to the mixture, whioh made it very attractive To the eye. It was of a rich green, with a wonderful per¬ fume and a smooth, velvety exterior that was very appetising. The chef raised the spoon and tasted it,smaoked his lips and said: “My sob, that is the best sanoe I have tasted in ten years. Yon can put on your cap and apron and go to work now, and I am very glad to get so promising an assistant in my kitchen.” The sanoe has been made many hun¬ dred times in that restaurant since then and is as popular as ever. in Jamsey has risen looked to he the second command and is up tS by all the other employes of the house, and Frau and presides Mueller has left Bivington street over a very pretty flat near Central park, where Jamsey makes his home. Really Unkind. Chollie—Do you know, one of those phrenologist fellows told me that my head was almost an exaot reprodnotion of Henry Clay’s? Maud—What a hollow mockery!— Cincinnati Enquirer. Simple Cure Jot flout. Potatoes, it seems, are a cure fov who gout. live The working people in Ireland, suffer from chiefly on the potato,, never this dreadful complaint THE TURKISH EMPIRE. EXTRAORDINARY VARIETY OF RACES THE SULTAN MISRULES. Because of Clashing Creeds It Is Doubt¬ ful Whether It Is Possible to Make Tur¬ key a Land of Peace and Harmony—Al¬ banians Dress Richly, but Hate Soap. Owing to the extraordinary variety of races and creeds over which the Sultan of Turkey rules, his difficulties are almost insurmountable; and it is doubtful whether he or anyone else will ever euooeed in making Turkey a laud of peace and harmony. There are no fewer than seven main divisions of races in the European and Asian provinces. In Europe both the Greeks and Albanians are as numer¬ ous as the Ottoman Turks, each con¬ tingent numbering about 1,300,000, according to the best authorities. Con¬ stantinople itself has just as diversified a mixture as the kingdom generally; and only 385,000 of its 875,000 inhab¬ itants aro Mussulmans, the Greeks numbering 153,000 and the Armenians 150,000. But in Asia there are twice as many Ottomans as all other races put together. The Turks proper con¬ sist of Ottomans, Yurouks and Turko¬ mans. Tho names have something terrible in their very sound to us; but travelers unite in describing the Ot¬ tomans as honorable and humane men, although they can fight when it comes to blows. The Turkomans live a pas¬ toral life, while the Yurouks are no madio and therefore not easily sub¬ jected to law. Although the Greeks and the Alba¬ nians are regarded as belonging to the same Graeco-Latin race, the latter are, for the most part, Mussulmans. Some of the Albanians are Roman- Catholics and others are of the Greek church, and the two slightly divergent sects hate each other as cordially as Par-' nellites and anti-Parnellites. But, whatever the form of faith, they pre¬ fer robbery as a means of livelihood to any time they other industry. At the same and make are of a fine physical type splendid soldiers; but they treat their women like oxen, and, al¬ though they dress in rich clothes of the fashion of the Scottish Highlands, they it have a horror of soap. In fact, is said that they put on their clothes once for all and never take them off. In the event of war, the Albanians would probably fight for the Sultan. The Greeks have not penetrated very far inland, but have scattered them¬ selves along the coast of both Euro¬ pean and Asiatic Turkey, where they are always on the look-out to put money in their purse. Together with the Jews and the Armenians, they do the nearly all the trading and banking of country, and make a very good thing out of it. In spite of the Sul¬ tan’s misrule, the Greeks immigrate in increasing numbers every year, which makes one think that they be a singularly imprudent people. Armenians and their exterminators, the Kurds, are both sprung from a Persian stock. The Kurds live in the mountains, and are not precisely the kind of people one would care to set about reforming. Some say there are an even million of them; others say there are over two millions. They keep the Saltan in perpetual hot water, being very bad Moslems. But they slaying are very entertaining, chiefly in Armenians and stealing their neighbors’ goods. When not thus en¬ gaged they rear cattle, sheep and their goats; and they differ in no way from ancestors, as described by Xeno¬ phon. Armenia was a portion of Western Asia, between the Caspian sea and Asia Minor, but it has suf¬ fered the fate of Poland, and the Ar¬ menians are now almost as scattered as the Jews. They number about two and a half millions, and are intelligent people, with a particular talent for trade and banking. The Kurds probably Turks, and fight on the side of the we all know what side the Armenians would take. The Semetio race has many families in Turkey. There are the Hebrews, who, persecuted everywhere, took ref¬ uge in Turkey; the Greek church Mar onites, who are the deadly fbes of their neighbors, the Druses; the Druses, of the Mahometan faith, brave and temperate men, who take neither wine nor tobaooo, and who detest the Msronites; the Chaldeans, who detest the Maronites; the Chaldeans, who are Christians of a sort; the Arabs, of whom there are fonr or five millions, and who, though holding the same re¬ ligious views as the Sultan, are his in¬ veterate enemies, and the Syrians. Then there is the fine raoe of Cir¬ cassians, who are differentiated from m». .4 of the other inhabitants by the fact that they work for a living; the Lazes andethe gypsies. It is supposed that, in the event of war, the Lazes and Circassians, a as well as the Tar tars, Yurouks and Turkomans, would support the Sultan and his Ottoman subjects, while the Albanians and the Knrds stight, but probably would not, oppose hvtn.—St. James Gazette. " Hope Deferred. * “I’m afraid,” said the Arctio ex¬ plorer, “we Von’t find the North Pole this trip.” “Guess not,” replied his shivering companion, “we’ll have to state that the discovery has been postponed on account of the weather.” Time for Saftftfcal operations. tal 1^ operations, regard to the best time for capi¬ a writer in Gaillard’a Journal states that in following the course of such cases and of various operators for a number of years in the hospitals of a large city, it seemed that the early morning hour presented many night’s advantages—that is, a good rest, attained artificially if necessary, an empty stomach, the pa¬ tient all ready for anaesthesia upon awakening, is the fear and dread of what coming being crowded into the few¬ est possible moments, the whole day with active attendants constantly mov¬ ing about and alive to every demand of the patient, etc., area few of the points which seem to recommend au early hour ; on the other hand, it is not to be denied that it may be a source of greater task upon the sur¬ geon’s powers, especially if he be con¬ cerned and anxious, as conscientious men always must be in regard to capi¬ tal operations, and if this anxiety in¬ terferes with the operator’s sleep. Even with this disadvantage, however, the operator is capable of doing really better work before he has become tired and annoyed by the various demands upon him during the early hours of the day. Consequently, those who have operated extensively in the early morning hours never volunteer any afternoon operations. —New York Trib¬ une. Water Can Hit Hard. Landsmen who are slow to realize the tremendous force of the sea had an objeot lesson ashore in New York the other day when five large tanks, built to contain 120,000 pounds of soap, bat temporarily filled with water, and situated on the fourth floor of a large building on West Fifty-seoond street, New York, collapsed and completely wrecked the whole structure, killing three meu and doing a large amount of damage. The tanks were each fif¬ teen feet high and about thirteen feet diameter, and contained 161,703 pounds of water, but the floors and supporting beams proved inadequate to stand the strain. A wave of the dimensions of one of these tanks is, not at all unusual at sea, and when such a wave breaks on a vessel’s deck the force of the blow can only be estimated by the amount of damage it does in spite of the elasticity Of the water beneath the vessel to ease her in receiving the shock. When the city firemen state that a stream from a hose under fifty pounds pressure will cut through any ordinary brick wall, the force of the sea in a gale may be, Journal. perhaps, better im&gined.— Marine A Big Panther Which Screamed. Farmers residing iu the vicinity of Livingston Manor, N. Y., are in fear of a big “panther” which has been roaming about developed the hillside for some time and has a fondness for spring lamb. His last appearance shows a more depraved taste. While Milton Ward, Oharles Bose and Wesley Edwards were riding through the woods. near the Eastman estate a few evenini ago the animal, they say, sprang front of the team of horses uttering; they say, a “blood curdling scream.'* The animal crouohed in the road for a few moment slashing the ground with its long tail. Then it leaped over a barbed wire fence and hid in tha thioket. The horses ran away and were close¬ ly followed by the beast, whioh every once in a while gave “unearthly soreams. ” Just as the team neared the Eastman place and were being subdued the panther, whioh was fol¬ lowing close upon them, uttered an¬ other terrible scream and vanished np the mountain.—New York Herald. Coatljr Ballast. Five hundred dollar ore is not com¬ monly used for repairing railroad grades, but 040,000 was dumped on the Gulf traok near the Arkansas river, near Pueblo, a few days ago,, says the Denver Post. The ore was in three earloads consigned to tha Pueblo smelter from Greede, and was turned over to the Philadelphia "smel¬ ter because the former plant was un¬ dergoing repairs. A carload of cinders and these three oars of ore were hauled out on the Gulf traoks, and a section foreman, mistaking the entire four for refuse, proceeded to strew it along the right of the way. loss A day or two elapsed before of tho ore was discovered, and the excitement that resulted may be readily imagined. When it was found that the ore had been put on high ground and that water had fortunate¬ ly not reached it and washed it away, the rejoicing of the railroad and smel¬ ter men was pleasing to behold. Praotically all of the valuable stuff, was gathered up and saved. Boycott in Many Language*. A Petersburg newspaper, Tht Petersffurgskaya Gazeta, in referring to the captain’s recent death, remarks that not only have words derived from his name been adopted into French, (boycotter); (boikottiren); Dutch, (boycotten); Ger¬ man, and other Euro¬ pean languages, to express a syste¬ matic “cold shouldring,”but that tha term has even made its way into Rus¬ sia in the shape of boycottirovat, (to boycott), substantive). boycottirovunie, (boycotting,