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BRIGANDAGE IN TURKEY. In Bale Condition oftbeConntry about So lonic-n nnd Aidin. The latest exploit of brigandage near Balonisa, according to the Constantino¬ ple correspondent of the London Haiti/ Telegraph, has caused consternation at the Palace and Porte. So long as the brigands confined themselves to plun¬ dering and carrying off foreigners or small farmers the authorities hardly chose to interfere, and seemed to have regarded them only as levying back¬ sheesh in a slightly irregular manner. Mehmet When, however, they brigade, catch broth¬ Pacha, a general of his er-in-law, and a wealthy local merchant of Salonica. the case is regarded as more serious. There has been always a strong of impression that there was some kind understanding between pursuers and pursued. Some of the watches which were sent to the captnrers of Colonel King were worn by Turkish employees delivered not long after they had been to the brigands. After the capture of Colonel Synge Salih Pacha was sent to Salonica.* A thorough soldier and an honest man, he buckled to the job with resolution and skill, and in a series of ably planned and vigorously executed operations dispersed most of the hands and filled the prisons of Salonica with brigands. It will hardly he believed that not a single one was brought to the gallows, and that many of them were allowed to go out on bail, a washerwo¬ man’s son becoming surety for several dozens. The few who were killed died resisting the troops, and of those who surrendered the majority appear to have escaped without even nominal punish¬ ment. Salih’s exertions were almost thrown away. He was thwarted at each step hv the provincial authorities and finally called to Constantinople. Almost before his hack was turned Niko and the other chiefs collected fresh followers and resumed their interrupted occupation. GUESTS OF TITK FARMERS. The vilayet of Aidin is nearly as badly off as Salonica. At Smyrna, its capital, a few years ago—perhaps regular the system still flourishes—a agreement ex¬ isted between certain notables of the province and some of the brigands. The thieves labored Turks on the large farms of the influential during the winter months without wages, in return for a distinct understanding that if they got in¬ to trouble while robbing in the summer their masters should employ their influ¬ ence to obtain tlieir release. To this day the traveler in Aidin may have pointed out to him, swaggering in em¬ broidered garments and with a belt full of knives and pistols, miscreants who, though guilty of scores of murders, have cheated the hangman and actually been made guardians Midhat Pacha of estates appointed and mines. When was Gov¬ ernor in 1880 lie found Aidin overrun with brigands. attacking He instantly made preparations for them, and within six months the delighted citizens of Smyrna were witnessing the death struggle on the gibbet of a dozen or so of tlieir worst enemies, Moslems and Christians alike. At the time of his arrest, in the spring of 1881 His High¬ ness could boast that he had already given to the vilayet the same security with which he had endowed the Syrians, liis successor was Ali Pacha, back'. superseded Under his a couple of months rule brigandage Smyrniots assumed its old propor¬ tions, and the now dare not put foot outside the town. At Castam bol, on the Black Sea, further evidence of the difference between good and bad administration may be had. Said Pacha, formerly a Woolwich cadet; compelled the villagers, by tines aud other punish¬ ments, to attack the brigands, who were He ravaging the country with impunity. completely cleared the vilayet protected of these by ruffians. Rustem Pacha, the charter of Mount Lebanon from Stamhonl’s interference, banded over to Wassa Pacha a province where peasant and tourist are as Bafe as in England. Puns and Ihinislimcnt. “Well, that’s a nice-looking man,” said Justice Patterson, sarcastically, as Joseph Slosser stood up at the rail. The prisoner looked as if he hod had a hard season. His clothes were in rags, liis hair was matted over his eyes, liis hands and face were black with dirt, and he acknowledged that it was a long time since he had made a home happy. “The officer snys yon were drunk, Joseph,” continued the Court. “Is that so?” “Spec’ I was.” “What is your business?” “Confectioner.” “What ?" said the court, iu astonish¬ ment. “Candy maker, yer Honor.” “Aren’t you giving me taffy?” .* No; I’m a sweet one, I am.” “Yes, you look like a sugar plum; you will lie iu season about Christmas time. I guess you cau go up where you will keep. The rain might melt you.” “You cau serve me better than that, Judge. To be candid—” “Stop that! I do that sort of thing here myself. I 1 feel did it my duty to pre¬ serve you, as a similar punster last week. It will be a sweet meet be¬ tween yon. island, They want a confectioner on the too; so I gness I’ll make it three months. Yon will see mo’ lasses—” “Make it a year, only send me out at once,” gasped the prisoner, and a com¬ mitment for ninety days was laughingly signed by the Judge. A Great Year for Pears. ••'This is a remarkable year for pears," said a Washington Market fruit dealer tea New York reporter. “I have never known them to he so abundant aud of such excellent quality. Pears are fifty per cent, cheaper thau they were las’ year. The finest Bartletts bring six dollars per barrel, while these rough-looking dollars pears of the same variety sell for three and fifty cents per barrel. The appearance of fruit deter mines its price more than anything else. These pears, put up in neat-look tug baske s, and arranged with an eye to artistic effect, will sell for twenty-five percent more than they would bring in ordinary baskets.’* AMERICAN FABLES. The Sleek Rnt-The Tvro Citizens-The Waxon Wheel. [From the Detroit Free Press.] A Rat who had grown fat nndsleekand n os ted undisturbed in a Peasant s Corn Crib was one day visited by the Badger, who inquired: “How long since you have had any Cheese !” “Cheese? Why, I haven t even smelt the article for a year “Ah ! me ! lmt you must be a curious Rat not to help yours, i to cheese, l wouldn t stand it a single hour if I were in your boots. You will never be a happy Rat until yon have cheese. ’ After the Badger had gone the Rat got to thinking the matter over. He was fat, content and safe, but now that Cheese had been mentioned lie felt that lie must have a taste. He left the corn-crib and went nosing around until he discovered a piece of Cheese hung to a wire. lie rushed for it, heard a click, and turned around to find himself in a Trap and to hear the Peasant call out: “Ah ! here is another Rat who didn t know, enough to remain in the corn cr *k l MORAL : Let com enough alone. THE TWO CITIZENS. A citizen, having painted the front of his grocery, bang out a sign bearing the word “Paint.” “Ah! so you have been painting?” queried the first man who came along. “Yes, sir.” “Is it fresh paint?” “It is.” “Will it rub off?” “It will.” “Ali! tiie yes—I see—so it does,” con¬ tinued man, as he rubbed bis hand over the boards and brought it away covered with daub. moral: Never leave a fellow-man to find out anything by rubbing his hack against it. TIIE WHEEL AND TIIE WAGON. Upon an occasion one of the front wheels of a wagon became sulky and ob¬ stinate, and called out to the other parts of the vehicle: “I am tired of being dragged around as if I had no mind of my own. As the tongue bends I must follow, and I am always behind it. I not only have a mind of my own, but unless I can here¬ after run this business I shall refuse to move.” The Driver of the vehicle thought the matter over, and finally told the Wheel to go ahead. “The first thing I shall do is to get out of the dust,” replied the Wheel, aud it made for the grass. It next decided that it was easier to travel in the meadow than upon the highway, and it balked at every nill and rested so often that little progress was made, and two of the other wheels were finally crowded against the bank and broken. “Alas ! that I did not know better !” sighed the Driver, as lie jumped down to contemplate the wreck. ship “One who the undertakes to steer a from cook’s room will surely bring up on the bt ach.” moral: A house where the head isn’t boss' Wobbles as it runs. ILnvkejc Dots. IIY R. J. BURDETTE. “Why should people sometimes marry in haste?” asked young Harry, looking up from his book. “Oh,” replied old Harry, “because time and tide wait for no man, and if they waited for any wo¬ man they would never get there.” A Philadelphia dentist makes take you them a set of store teeth and lets you home on ten days’ trial. It’s an un¬ grateful customer that will go back on liis own teeth. How mean that would be. “ How childer than a thank.” serpent’s sharp it is to have a toothless A man niukes an awful row if his wife takes his razor to trim a little maize on her little toe or sharpen a lead pencil, scoffs but be thinks it is all right, and protests at her, if she skrieks her feeble when he takos her little embroidery scissors to cut a copper telephone wire. “ Don’t hurt the scissors at all,” he says. Ohio, writes to the A Dayton, his man “had fifty tits in papers that child twenty-four hours,” and is now well, hearty aud rugged. Oh, well, we should think it very likely. A child that has made a record of fifty-two fits in twenty four hours ought to be tough enough to board all the year round. The Asiatic cholera would balk at that infant. There isn’t a sardine on this side of the Atlantic ocean, and yet there are three big sardine factories in full blast oil the coast of Maine. Now, how do yon make that out? Easily enough, swallow “easy as lying,” in fact. One does not make a summer, all that glis¬ tens is not gold, and that which we call a sardine would be a her-ring, had ho been allowed to swim a year or two longer. Massachusetts consider¬ A man very ately staked out a burial lot on his farm and dng his own grave before he went to the house aud committed suicide by eating a little striebnine. While he was trying to be obliging, however, we can’t see why he didn’t walk out to the grave aud climb in before be took the poison. doing Still, the man deserves credit for as well as he did. It was mncli better than going off into some lonely place and and being taken, to the morgue costing the estate no end of trouble and expense in advertising, searching and identifying. New Paper Stork. - The consumption of paper is now so great that the supply of rags for its manufacture cannot keep pace with the demand. Hence various other materi als are being constantly impressed with into the service of the paper mills vary ing success. M. Reynand has found in the Algerian dwarf palm a valuable ad dition to these, and he utilizes the whole of the plant except the roots, which are reserved for fuel. The stalks and leaves are treated with a special lye until the fibre easily separates, after which it passes between rollers, and is subjected !o constant washings. The product t> finally tied into bundles for transport TRAVELERS IN ARKANSAS. The Story that Win Tolit Them by an Old California Miner. Here is the substance of the recital of the old California miner, made when p )Ur friends had been joined by sev era j many miners who are pros pectiug ; n t lie Boston, Ozark, aud White River Mountains: “I owned a mountain of sulphur fifty miles out of San Francisco, and was snp plying California at something under the price of Ihe imported article. I had a Bure fortune. I knew that every one of my teamsters had killed liis man, and that their leader was a noted desperado, But tl given out that they were goil) to work that route . and as I could affor[1 to pay their price I deemedit pru dent to say nothing. At length, after a uigllt in w fijeh they had filled them- 8elves with rum> their leader came into my offic0t arme j w ith two pistols in his alld sai j that the men had deter mined to demand an increase of about twenty-five j„g per cent. He then said, clapp his ban( ] 8 to his pistols, that no other teamsters should run that line. j Knew I could not pay the increase and unclersell the importers; but without betraying myself I said in back an uncon¬ cerned way, ‘All well; go to your hauling aud load up for San Francisco.’ “After the train had got well off I hastened to the Sheriff of the county. ‘Hurry down,’ he said, ‘and see Jim Johnson, ten miles from here. He knowns your te.-.ni.sters, and they fear him. He has killed his man, but in self defence. He has a hundred horses, just thrown out of employment and they’ll eat their heads off and ruin him. Get him and his men to your place before your teamsters get back, and the instant they see him they’ll cower. ’ “I found it as the Sheriff had told me; but Johnson required me to buy him out, as he had debts to pay. I promised him the $16,000 that he demanded, and two days later his teams and men were at my place. My teamsters were there also. There wag blood on the moon. After a night’s debauch the leader en¬ tered my office wanting to know the meaning of Johnson’s presence. I re¬ plied that I had bought Johnson out, and should thereafter do my flwti haul¬ ing. The leader returned to his men, ami and was soon confronted by Johnson his teamsters. The desperado quailed that as Johnson bade him get out of ranch, saying, ‘I’ll kill you the first man if you are here at sunset!’ “There was a consultation, and then one after another of the desperado team¬ sters came in to be paid off. They I were had dumfonnded when they saw that the money ready for them. I had also two good pistols under my counter, aud Johnson and his men right at hand like¬ wise ready for-them. They took their money, and walked away. They van¬ ished that afternoon, but not long after that they attacked Johnson’s teamsters from ambush. Johnson killed then leader, and the rest fled. “Well some months later, discoveries nearer San Francisco made my sulphur mountain worthless, and after several fruitless efforts at compromise I aban¬ doned the place, and to-day the sulphur mountain and the machinery stand there, utterly abandoned. Moral: Keep out of Milling .”—New York Hun. Shakespeare’s Bones. The vicar of Stratford-upon-Avon has at last given his consent to have the bones of Shakespeare exhumed in order that the light of science may be thrown upon the character of England’s almost great poet-playwright. Tradition alone has heretofore given to the world its idea of the personal appearance of Shakespeare. Now, however, science is to place his bones upon its table and announce hi all people how one Wil¬ liam Shakespeare lived, moved and had Ids being. Science takes no cognizance idiot. of king or beggar, scholar or Just as calmly will it take up the mold ering remains that have laid for centu¬ ries in the old tomb at Stratford-upon Avon as it would the freshly-mangled body of a pauper to determine the cause of his death. The examination, it is thought, will determine many things. The shape of the skull will be examined, to see if its contours indicate that it contained a brain capable of writ¬ ing the plays attributed to Shakes¬ peare; the other bones will tell the physi¬ cal build of the man. and the whole takeu together will reveal to the world whether it has been lookiug upon the likeness of Shakespeare in the prints that flood every city, town and harulet, or whether these are but the offspring of brains whose possessors never saw a correct picture of the playwright. For years the vicar refused to grant the re¬ quest that the bones might be exhumed, hut now that he has consented the whole county of Warwick is aroused aud the seveif thousand people, who compose the village of Stratford-upon-Avon, are holding tlieir breath in suspense lest the slightest zephyr may scatter the sacred dust that lies by the side of the ashes of Ann Hathaway. Ail gaze, and all won¬ der, but none remember to observe the touching injunction that is affixed to Shakespeare’s last resting place: Good friend, for Jesus’ sake forbeare To dig tiie dust enclosed lu-are ! Blest he ye man yt spares tiles stones And curst Vie lie yt moves my hones. — Philadelphia News. A Business Melody. There was a man iu our town, and he uus wondrous wise, for when he marked his prices down he then did advertise. And when he saw his trade increase, with all liis might and main he marked stiil lower every price and advertised again. And when he advertised again his ri¬ vals loudly swore, to st>e folks rush with might and main to patronize his store. And while they sat iu solitnde and saw him custom win, that man behind the counter stood aud raked the shekels in. And when he raked the shekels in, and saw his fortune rising, he took a goodly lot of tin and kept ou ndvertis ing. Each day he’d sink, a generous plain sum aud demonstrate full the more one pays for printer’s ink the greater is his gain. DETECTING FORGERIES AN EXPERT TEELS HOW FORGERS OVERREACH THEMSELVES. An Jntcrcstina; Interview Between n Re¬ porter and a Detective in Which the Latter Explains the Mean* oi Detection. “Beyond cases in court an expert is no doubt often called in by business men in instances of doubt about a signa¬ ture, I suppose ?” asked a reporter of Detective Ames of Boston. “Yes, many times. I was lately sent for by a bank cashier and informed that my services were needed. I arrived at the bank just as he was leaving. He took me into his office, however, and took from a drawer about forty different checks, which he handed to me and told me to look them over while he was gone, to see if there was anything settled the matter with them. I at once down to a study of them, and on pass¬ ing them through my hands rapidly the first time picked out about fifteen about which I had the least suspicion. Con¬ fining myself to these, I found two with signatures of the same person so exactly alike that I was convinced there was something wrong.” be “Why should that circumstance suspicious ?” “Because a man never writes his name twice exactly alike. I felt sure that these names were forged, and that the forgery was done by tracing over the original signature and then retracing these two. I held them to the light, and on placing one over the other found that they coincided exactly, the size and form of the letters, length of the signa¬ tures and everything common to them being exactly alike. I was certain then that they were forgeries and were the ones suspected. When the cashier re¬ turned I handed him the two checks and said: it < Here are your two forged checks.’ ‘ ‘He looked at me in wonder and ad¬ mitted that they were. It seems that the only cause he had for suspicion was that one of them overdrew the amount the party had in the bank and couldn’t be cashed. The first one was cashed without suspicion. ” Mr. Ames “A very interesting case,” continued, “occurred a few years ago, involving the amount received by a farmer for the sale of his farm. The , farmer claimed that only £300 had been received, but the purchaser claimed that £8,000 more had been paid by him, and on looking at the bond kept by the farmer it was seen that the words ‘eighty-three hundred dollars’ did ap. dt nr. ” “How could that happen?” the repor¬ ter inquired. writing the “It seems that upon re ceipt for ‘three hundred dollars’ a space was left in front to put in the figures. The farmer neglected tiie to do this, and, passing it to other, requested pretended him to add the figures, which ho to do, and, after folding the bond, re¬ turned it, and it was laid away without being opened. It was my duty to the see if the word ‘eighty’was written at same time as the rest of the receipt. My examination convinced me that it was not. The pen presure was not the same; it was also written above the base line of the rest of the writing and the general indications were that it was written by a different hand and at a different time from the rest.” “How did the case come off?” asked the reporter. eleven “At the first trial there were for guilty and one for acquittal, and on the'second his counsel, waiving writing, the question of his making the claimed that the indictment should be for fraud, He was consequently ac quitted of forgery in this way,” dif¬ ‘ ‘Where do you find the greatest ficulty in detecting forgery ?” “Probably the most difficulty is in the case of a skillfully executed signature. Often these forgeries are made by per¬ sons as skillful as the expert. In many cases it is well nigh impossible for the most skillful expert to determine beyond grave doubts as to the genuineness of the writing. Yet it is rare that ever a skillful forger will not overlook some point or habit in the genuine. When a number of pages are written you will always find that as yon read further aud further you find the writer forgetting himself and allowing his own peculiari¬ he be¬ ties of pemnanship to creep iu as comes absorbed more in the composition and less in the hand writing, Yon will find the first part a clever imitation. Turn over to the last page and you will notice a vast difference. His own per¬ sonality lias crept in and betrayed him.” i’rison Life in Siberia. Ou the 10th of June a steamboat ar rived at St. Petersburg from Tionmen, towing a transport with (it»4 prisoners ou board, bound lor Siberia. The trans¬ port had a terrible passage. Caught in the ice, it was delayed six days in the trip from Tionmen to Tomsk. On account of this delay the prisoners, on their ar¬ rival at the latter town, were in a de¬ plorable condition, deprived of every¬ thing, and infected with diphtheria, tvphus, small-pox and other diseases. Two days afterward there came from Tionmen another transport with 538 prisoners. Finally, on with the 21st of June, those a third vessel came 700 of unfortunates. The prison was too small for these 2,000 crammed people, but nevertheless they wore into it. Among them were one hundred politi¬ cal prisoners; aud this fact is noteworthy since it cannot be ascertained from whence they came. Whether they are. condemned to famishment or to penal servitude iu the mines nobody knows. Neither can it be ascertained by what tribunals they have been tried, since, according to the official figures, the total number of convictions for polit¬ ical offenses during the few years falls short of so high a figure. Must we, then, believe that there is some trnth iu the rumors according to which people arrested on the charge o! high treason have been brought before secret tribunals ? Or have ihe political prisoners been simply branch dealt with Govern¬ by th< administrative of the ment? There is no choice except be¬ tween these two alternatives equally tc le depLred. A Child Killed by Fright. [From the Arkans&w Gazette,] Few people seem to properly estimate the great wrong of frightening children. Nearly every household has its “ugly old man.” or its “great old bear.” This terrible old man aud this great old bear are powerful factors in nursery disci¬ pline. “Come along here, now,” a mother or nurse will say to a child, “and let me put you to bed. ” “I don’t want to go now,” the child replies. “You’d better come on here now, or I’ll tell that ugly old man to come and take you away. There he comes now.” This has the intended effect, aud the child, trembling in fear, submits at once and goes to bed, probably to see in imagination all kinds of horrible faces. The sad death of a little girl, which occurred recently, shows what a strong impression these “boogers” make on the minds of children. The little girl was a beautiful child, and every one at the fashionable boarding-house where her parents were spending the summer months, loved her with that parity of affection which a child so gently yet so strongly inspires. She would stand at the gate and clap her little hands in glee when her father came to dinner, and when he would take her on his shoulder, she would shout and call to every one to look how high she was. One day a large shaggy dog came into the yard, and when she ran to him and held a flower to his nose, he growled and turned away. She was terribly frightened, and the black nurse, who stood near, was not slow in making a mental note of the impression the dog had made. Several nights afterward, when bedtime came, the child was un¬ usually wakeful. “Yer’d better come heah an git in dis bed,” the nurse commanded. “I don’t want to.” “All right, den. I’s gwine out an’ call dat ole dog what growled at yer. When he comes an’ fin’s yer outen de bed, he’ll bite yer head off.” The little girl grew deathly pale. “Nothin’ would suit that dog better den ter git a chance hat yer. ’Tother night he cotch a little girl across de road an’ eat her up.” The child screamed. “Come on heah den, an’ I won’t let him ketch yer.” obeyed. The poor little thing Her father and mother were at an entertain¬ ment and there was no appeal from the negro woman’s decision. When morning came the little girl did not awake with her glad “good mornin’, papa an’ mamma.” She had tossed all night and a hot fever had settled upon her. She grew rapidly worse, and the next day the physician declared that there was no hope for her. Site became delirious, and struggling would exclaim “Dog shan’t have mamma’s littlegirl!” It was a sorrowing circle that sur¬ rounded her death bed. The parents were plunged into a grief which none but the hearts of fathers and movers can feel. Her last moments were a series of struggles. How hard the beautiful can die. Sbe wildly threw up her little hands and shrieked : “Go away, dog !” A gen tie hand wiped the death froth from her lips. struggled and shrieked: Again she “Dog shan’t have--” hut she died ■ re the sentence was finished. “Her little Serene Highness.” In a letter from Robert J. Burdette, at Nantucket, declining an invitation simply told to lecture at Chautauqua, is the touching story of the favorite humor¬ ist’s home life, and of his devotion to the wife who has inspired ali his work and by her inspiration has made him world-renowned: “Seriously, and in all ‘truth and sober¬ ness,’ I cannot come. Mrs. Burdette’s health—if the poor little sufferer’s com¬ bination of aches and pains and helpless¬ ness may be designated l>y such a sar¬ castic appe’lation—has been steadily failing all winter, and we have come down to the sea-girt island to see if old ocean and its breezes may do what the doctors and mountains, and prairies have failed to do. And here we are waiting—‘Her little serene Highness’ stand in utter helplessness, nimble to alone—for years she has been unable to walk—her helpless hands folded in her lap. She must be dressed, and carried about, cared for like a little baby, suffering countless pains and aches day and night, and I cannot leave her even for a few days. No one at Chautauqua will feel the disappoint¬ ment as we do, for we had planned could to go there together. If she go with me I would be glad enough Her to creep to Chautauqua on my knees. life has been a fountain of strength to me. In her long years I have never seen the look of pain out of her eyes, and for more than half so long I have seen her sitting in patient helplessness, and I have never heard a complaining murmur from her lips, while she has served as those who stand and wait, never questioning and never doubting the wisdom and goodness of the Father whose hand has been laid on her so heavily. The beautiful patience of her life has been a constant rebuke to my own impatience, and her sufferings I have seen and known, and believed the ‘love that know no fear.’ ,7 and the faith that ‘knows no A Weil of Hot Water Two negroes in Philadelphia were very much surprised the other well which day. They were in the bottom of a they were engaged in digging, they peace . nlly eating thc-ir lunch, when no¬ ticed a thin cloud of steam coming ont if a rift in the earth, followed by a •dream of water. The water was boil ng hot, and before they knew it their ‘oes were scalding. "With the horrified exclamation, “Fob deLord, what am de mat tab wid dis watah?’ they wildly clambered out of the well, which they •ould not be induced to enter again. The explanation of the mystery is that near the well was a hole in which tiie 1 loiler of a large engine was blown off, md the hot water trickled through a loose vein of earth into the well TIIE JOKER'S BUDGET. WHAT WE FIND IN THE HUMOROUS PAPERS. NAUTICAL ELOQUENCE, A speaker who attempt", to use nauti¬ cal metaphors should be thoroughly familiar with the sea and the working of a ship, or he will strand his speech. 0 clergyman A by the seaside. was once Thinking supplying a pulpit the truth distinctly to impress more upon the con¬ gregation, many of whom were seamen, he drew the figure of a ship trying to enter harbor against head wind. J a a metaphor, Unfortunately he knew for tiie success of his little of seamanship. After putting the ship into several singu¬ lar positions, ho cried out in a tone in¬ tended to be emphatic; ‘•'What shall we «o next ?” “The Lord only knows,” exclaimed a disgusted old tar, “unless you let her drift starn-foremost!” That prince of sailor-preachers, Father Taylor, was ouce silenced by a Compli¬ ment to his eloquence. He had de¬ picted the impenitent sinner under the figure of a storm-tossed ship, with her sails split, and driven by the gale toward the rock-bound coast of Cape Ann. “Oh, how,” he exclaimed in tones of despair, ‘ ‘shall this poor sin-tossed sin¬ ner be saved ?” Instantly an old salt in the gallery, who had listened with open mouth and straining eyes to the preacher, jumped to his feet, and in a voice that would have sounded above a hurricane shout¬ ed— “Let him put his helm hard down, and bear away for Squam !”—Christian Advocate. SELLING HIS STOCK. “As I understand it,” said the Chicago lawyer, as he leaned back, “you run a grist mill ?” “Yes, sir. “It, is owned by a stock company, and you have ten shares?” “Yes, sir.” “The stock now sells at 95. You want to bear it down to about JO, and buy in a controlling interest?” “Exactly.” welt. Your is to report that “Very mill is game machinery the unsafe, the out of order, the wheat crop poor, the stockholders discouraged, and your £10,000 be¬ lief that the concern will lose during the next year. Then offer your ovfli stock at 45.” In about a week the man returned, and when the lawyer asked him how it worked, he replied: doing “I followed your advice. After some tall talking I offered my stock at 45.” ■. . Of course. i i And you have cleaned ’em out?” “No, sir ! They bought my stock in before 1 couid turn around twice, and I am *£5,000 out of pocket!” Humph ! “Yes, I see—I* see—I see. Of course I see ! Your game now is to feign insanity; go to the asylum for a few weeks, and have me appointed your guardian !”— Wall Street News. ANOTHER KIND OF ROARING. She had a little boy with her as she sat down in the street car beside a lady acquaintance and drawled out: “Oh, you don’t know how glad I am to get home again. We were away seven “So long as that?” “Yes, indeed. You vlon’t know how monotonous the roar of the sea becomes after a week or two.” “I’ve heard so.” “Ma, what sea ai - c you talking about ?” suddenly put in the boy. “Hush, child.” “But Uncle George lives up in the woods in Isabella county, and it was all woods and mosquitoes and snakes, and such old beds aud poor living that you cried to come home Is that the kind of roar you heard?” The other lady was awful good. She looked out of the car window, and be¬ gan ta talk about the weather .—Detroit Free Pres s. Civilization. It is a touching evidence of the grad¬ ual civilization of the American Indian that he is beginning to care more for his clothes than for his dinner. Little Chief, a Cheyenne, has appealed to the Secretary of the interior for a new suit of clothes. “I don’t care much for grub.” says this Brummell of the prairie, style. “but I do like to dress in proper I want the best white liat you can pur¬ chase in the ufarket.” The wording of this pathetic petition leaves it a little in doubt whether in fashionable Cheyenne circles at present a white hat constitutes a suit of clothes, or whether prairie fall styles prescribe for the aboriginal “dude” that a white hat shall top off the splendors of a dirty army blanket and a coating of red and yellow ochre. But by all means let Little Chief have his hat. And as Wall street, New York, is just about shedding its tiles' why not collect them and send them out to equip the rest of Little Chief’s Tribe? Like bread east upon the waters they will re¬ turn to us in a few days with a bland request to put something in them .—New York Hour. A New Use of the Electric Motor. Thousands of experiments are now under way to develop the capabilities of electricity as a motive power. Its latest application is on a pleasure Jaunch on the River Thames, m England- The boat is forty feet long and of g° 0< * It is propelled by screw driven by a bie The «£J ,vX,»t the .,»<■ the_machinery «tl»l of .»» alo the weight of is hut the advantage is m the vuy same S«» taken te the. Jgj twenty-foot K electrical lani.cn tors A for Passengers will allow as much room batfjgS journey.—