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VOL i.
England, France, Germany and For
tugal have by this time divided between
them nearly all of Africa.
Iwo hundred and four of the three
hundred and sixty-fivo colleges in the
United States are coeducational.
Siberia has a population of 868,552.
In Irkutksk,the capital, are 487 schools.
In the Transbaikal, where the political
convicts arc chiefly to be found, there
are thirteen schools, the teachers of
which are exiles or deported criminals.
Sir Andrew Clark, a noted London
physician, believes that tea is whole
some, but that it must be China black
tea, and must be drawn in this fashion:
Put in a teaspoonful for each person,
and one for the blessed pot; pour on
briskly boiling water, and within five
minutes pour it off again, or it will be
come wicked instead of good.
A large amount of land in Lassen
County, Cal., is being reclaimed by ir
rigation. One scheme is to place a large
siphon in Eagle Lake, and by means of
it water all the the sage-brush plains
around. This desert grows all grains
and many fruits when water is brought
upon it. Lassen is one of the counties
which has had the least growth in ten
years, but it is now, believes the New
York Observer, on the eve of great
develdpment.
The Germany War Department has
concluded its experiments with American
corn, and has decided to recommend the
use by the army of bread made of equal
proportions of corn and rye. It is be
lieved, states the New York Times ,
that the Department of the Interior will
follow this example. Minister Phelps
anticipates that in consequence of this
decision the German markets will be
thrown open for the admission of many
millions of bushels of American grain.
The New York Advertiser is respon
sible for the statement that a French
military surgeon has made a really im
portant discovery, as he believes. He
has found out what makes us tired, and
how to prevent it. According to this
surgical savant, “that tired feeling” is
produced by the series of slight shocks
which comes from the heels in walking,
and which are transferred to the nerve
centers. Having found the cause, the
remedy, in his opinion, is an easy matter.
India-rubber heels on the shoes break the
shock, and lo! there shall be no more
tired men and women.
Says the Cincinnati I'imes-Star:
Many country residences in England are
supplied with electric lighting machin
ery, and with household water works
supplied by an electric garden pump,
which serves very simply and effi
ciently when connected with a pond or
fountain. All the new electric wrinkles
do not originate in America by any
means. In France the science is es
pecially active, and many gold and sil
ver medals are bestowed on French
electricians. One recent invention bears
on the gong-ringing nuisance on street
cars. Anew form of electric bell is de
vised, whose note is clear and distinct
without being noisy, as the hammer is in
contact with the gong only the infin
itesimal part of the second. The drivet
touches a button with his foot and the
response is given instantly.
Where do all the pins go? can be
matched,says the San Francisco Chronicle ,
by another inquiry even more difficult to
answer. Where do all the pennies go?
The United States has coined in the past
a vast amount of copper cents. Of these
119,000,000 remain entirely unaccounted
for. It is not probable that they were
melted down for the purpose of obtain
ing copper, for at no time has that metal
been dear enough to wanant such a
course. There are also about 3,000,000
bronze two-cent pieces unaccounted for,
coins of that denomination being rarely
seen nowadays. It is easier to suggest
where the unaccounted fractional cur
rency has gone to. In 1879 Congress
estimated that $8,375,932 of this class cf
money had been lost or destroyed, and
there is still outstanding $6,906,691 of
ine same currency, which, with the ex
ception of the few specimens contained
in collections of curio seekers, has prob
ably met the same fate. The loss of this
immense sum of a single class of cur
rency suggests that the people may be
making a mistake in elevating conven
ience to the first place. Paper money
may be easier to handle than gold aud
silver, but it is subject to greater vicisis
tudes.
Staff of tlai> fctnl
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A SONG OF LOVES.
Love is a shallow brook
Tenderly wooing
Each shady nook
With murmered suing.
Love is a river strong
Restlessly sweeping
Part sigh and song
Laughter and weeping.
Love is an ocean deep
Round the world flowing,
Where hidden sleep
Realms beyond knowing.
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Draw closer, heart of roe.
Thy secret telling;
Which of these loves with thee
Maketh its dwelling?
—Duffield Osborne, in Harper's Bazcur.
THREE^RIVALS.
BY MARY KYLE DALLAS.
Laura Hunt stood on the front porch
of her aunt’s residence looking across
the garden where the artemisias were iu
bloom and late dahlias nodded their
heads upon their slender stalks, and
the seeds were browning on the morning
glory vines.
She made a pretty picture in a calico
of crushed strawberry tint, belted at the
waist, and with a white kerchief pinned
turban fashion about her head to keep
her gold-brown, waving hair from the
dust.
She had been doing the Friday’s
sweeping, as became a poor relation,
while the cousins, the Misses Cumfry,
were taking their last morning nap, with
Madame Cheatham’s celebrated dream
of cowslips on their noses to repair the
ravages of late hours, and gloves on their
hands to whiten them. To carry out
the Cinderella simile, these Misses Cum
fry ought to have been ugly spinsters
with very evil tempers, but really they
were very pretty girls,with neat features
and trim figures, twins who loved each
other and cared for nobody else, and
who had been humored into a sort of
dual selfishness by their mother, while
Laura, their cousin, the child'of her late
husband’s sister, was early taught to
make herself useful and find some oc
cupation for every hour of the day.
So Laura had already. swept and
dusted the parlor and filled the flower
vases and tidied the cup-clcset and
rubbed the dining-room windows, while
the twins, side by side in their pretty,
white bed, were still fast asleep.
As Laura leaned upon her broom and
contemplated the lingering autumn flow
ers, some one watched her from the road
—a young man, fashionably dressed, and
with his full share of good looks.
“If that is the girl she is rather pret
ty,” he said to himself. “That makes it
easier, and although I’m a lucky fellow,
I expected to find a dowdy or a fright.
Pretty cheeky business this, but I’m en
dowed with the natural qualities neces
sary for the adventure.”
And he walked slowly up the road,
opened the gate, and lifted his hat
fully.
“Beg pardon,” he said. “Mrs. Cumfry
live here?”
“Yes,” answered Laura, glancing at
her big apron, and regretting the broom
and turban a little. “Yes, sir, and aunt
is in if you would like to see her.”
“1 should very much, indeed, thanks,”
the young man replied, and Laura ush
ered him into the pallor, where, while
he waited, there came to him, through a
door that had been unwittingly left ajar,
fragments of a conversation:
“Laura Hunt, why didn’t you ask
what he wanted?”
“Laura Hunt. I’m all right,” he said
to himself.
“It’s a book agent or a lightning rod
man, or somebody with silver polish, of
course," continued the shrill voice.
“You might as well have said no as 1.”
“Ob, auntie, I’m sure he is nothing
of the sort,” said the softer voice of the
girl who had spoken to him. “They
always look so tired and anxious, poor
things! And he is so—so stylish."
“Good! I’ve made an impression,”
said the young man to himself, as the
steps of a woman came toward the door,
and a middle-aged lady opened it and
entered the parlor.
“If it’s anything to subscribe for—”
she began.
Then, seeing a smile on his face,paused
suddenly.
“There are so many of them,” 45he
apologized.
The young man bowed and offered
her his card; on it she read: “Mr.
Mayne Morton.”
“Still you have the advantage of me,”
she said.
“I am quite a stranger, Mrs. Cumfry,”
young Morton replied, “but I think
you knew my aunt, Miss Brunder, once
upon a time. She boarded with some
of your neighbors."
Mrs. Cnrnfry smiled vaguely; she did
not remember the name; still, no doubt
he was right.
“I am taking my vacation rather late. ”
he said, “and this is such a pleasant lit
tle place, and my aunt told me that if
you would take me to board I should be
so comfortable.”
“I?” cried Mrs. Cumfry. “Why, I
haven’t taken a boarder in five years!
Then it was only old Mr. Palmer, the
real-estate agent. He gave no trouble
and wanted the comforts of a home.”
“Exactly what I want, and I will
promise to give no trouble either,” said
young Morton. “I detest hotels; I
can’t endure the class of people one meets
at a common boardijig house. A refined
TRENTON, GA. FRIDAY, DECEMBER 25,1891.
family, especially where the young ladies
were musical, would be my ideal.”
This thought had occurred to him as
he remarked the presence of an upright
piano, on which the twins were wont to
play duets.
Airs. Cumfry looked at him.
“He is stylish,” she thought. “Laura
was right, no doubt. He is very well
off, in good business, anyhow.” Her
thoughts climbed the stairs and viewed
the sleeping twins in the innocence of
their morning slumbers.
“What a nice match for Dora or
Cora,” she said to herself. “Eligible
young men are scarce here. I think I’ll
do it.”
“I have no need to keep boarders, so
1 don’t make a practice of it,” she said,
after a little pause. “But still, to
oblige—”
“It will be a great obligation,” said the
young man: and so it came to pass that
when Dora and Cora came down to their
late breakfast, the news they heard fully
aroused they from their still rather stu
pid condition.
“A young gentlemen!” they cried.
“And is be nice? Is he handsome?
How funny he should come here!”
“Yes, it is odd," Mrs. Cumfry said.
“I wonder whether he has seen either of
you?”
The idea was so delightfully romanth
that they kissed each other then and
there, and rushed upstairs as soon as they
had swallowed their chocolate to put
lace in the bands of certain new fall
dresses in which to appear at the lunch
table, where they should meet the stran
ger for the first time.
Meanwhile, out in the kitchen, where
she was rubbing the spoons, Laura was
saying to herself;
“Who knows but he has seen me? I’m
as nice-looking as either Dora or Cora.
It was singular, his edming so, and he
stood watching me from the road quite
a long while.”
It was she who set the table for lunch,
and she wore the crushed-strawberry
calico, but the apron was removed, and
a bow at her throat and another in her
hair were becoming,
Cora and Dora blushed and giggled,
and talked pretty nonsense.
Their mother kept her eyes upon them,
but certain glances, of which they were
not aware, reached Laura, and she
laughed to herself as she w T ashed the
dishes at the kitchen sink, and heard the
twins playing duets in the parlor.
Through the window she saw Richard
Beech mending his fences.
It would be stupid after all, she
thought, to marry a plain man who owned
a little two-story house, which had sunk
a little to one side, to go on washing
dishes and ironing table-cloths all her
life.
Mr. Mayne Morton’s wife would prob
ably have servants to wait on her.
Then, how beautifully he wore his
handsome clothes. And Dick Beech had
on an old striped linen jacket and a
fisherman’s hat, in the brim of which
sundry straws were sticking,
Dick was good and in love with her,
but neither Dora nor Cora would have
looked at him, and, oh, the joy of cut
ting them out with an elegant New
Y T orker!
Dick looked up just then, but he could
not catch Laura’s eye as he usually did,
and when he called on Sunday evening,
Laura was not disposed to give him a
chance to talk to her in the corner.
In fact, by this time she had learned
that Mayne Morton had come to the
house on her account solely.
He had told her so one Saturday after
noon, following her to the far end of
the garden where she was spreading
napkins to bleach, to talk to her.
“I know you’ll be angry,” he said;
“still, 1 want you to know my reason
for coming to Mrs. Cumfry's to board
was a glimpse I had had of you. Faint
heart never won fair lady, and I never
mean to lose the girl I love because of
not going to the point at once. You know
I shall not let my wife do housework
and wear cotton gowns. You don’t
know what life might be yet.”
Laura was too bright uot to coquette
a little, but her heart was beating with
flattered vanity.
She was angry at herself when a mem
ory of Dick Beech’s pleasant face—a
little soft heart-tug as it were,came over
her.
She drove it away ;she tried to believe
that she liked Mayne Morton for himself,
that she was not moved by a longing to
live elegantly and a wish to triumph
over the petted twins, but it is impos
sible to deceive one’s self in such things.
As the weeks passed on,great changes
occurred in the little household.
To their mother’s horror the twins
began to quarrel. Instead of cooing and
kissing as had been their wont, they
actually slapped each other with their
soft, little pink palms, and called each
other “mean” and “hateful” without
saying for what. Both of them were
furious with Laura, aud did all they
could to hurt her feeliDgs, while their
mother gave her many haul tasks that
filled the day and evening, never guess
ing of meetings that took place at odd
times, or an engagement ring that Laura
wore on a ribbon about her neck.
But one day squeals rent the air of the
Cumfry home, bringing Mrs. Cumfry
from her room,and Laura up the kitchen
stairs to the twins’ own apartment, when,
behold those young ladies in wrath and
tears. Dora grasping a handful of tulle
from Cora’s neck, Cora a little tuft of
hair from Dora’s curls.
“It is I!” screams Cora.
“It is I!” squeals Dora. “You are
always coming where you are not
wanted.”
“He always wants me,” sobs Cora;
“only you hang on forever, when we
wish you wouldn’t.”
“Oh, my children!” sighs the mother;
! “it is only that you are both so pretty
that he doesn't know which to choose.”
It is Lauia's face that looks in at the
door at this moment—Laura who closed
it, and stands with an air of triumph at
j the loot of the bed on which Cora has
cast herself.
“Really,” she says, in a superior tone.
“I couldn’t help overhearing, aud since
Cora and Dora are quarreling about Mr.
Morton, perhaps I’d better tell them
that I am engaged to him.”
She draws a ring from her bosom and
slips it on her finger, and there is a
! tableau—no matter for particulars. She
has had her triumpu. The petted daugh
ters of the house have been passed by for
her sake, and the man can have had nc
motive but pure love. Still she cannot
feel proud of her own conduct, for she
knows well that she likes Dick Beech far
better than she does Mayne Morton, even
now
Happily Morton has left the house be
fore the quarrel between Dora and Cora
reached its climax. Laura looks into the
parlor where he had been writing, and
sees the blotting-book which Dora once
decorated for him laying upon the table.
He has blotted his letter hastily, and a
whole page of the large, square paper ho
has used has been transferred to the
blotter—the writing reversed, of course.
But behind the table rises a mirror, and
looking into this, Laura sees the note
plainly reflected. She sees her own
name.
“He has been praising me to some of
his friends,” she says to herself; then she
finds herself reading this:
“Keep quiet, and I will certainly pay
you soon. lam going to marry an heir
ess. You know lam in Chew & Chow
ser’s law office, and know about all that
is going on there. Lately I learned that
a rich old man, who cannot live six
months, had made his will in favor of a
certain Laura Hunt, his grandniece.
The girl doesn’t know it yet. She is a
poor relatiop in an aunt’s house, and
doesn’t dream of her good luck, so I took
time by the forelock, came here, pre
tended to be smitten, and we are engaged.
She jumped at me as a means of escape
from the housework, and I shall hurry
on the wedding. My bride to be is not
quite my style. There are two much
prettier girls in the'SVise, but—”
There was no more, but Lanra had
read quite enough, and if the twins,
reconciled, and making common cause
against a common enemy, could have
seen poor just then, they
would have felt themselves avenired.
Laura was very miserable fotA while,
then she began to be glad that she had
had discovered Morton’s motives in
time.
Then she went to the window and
looked out. Richard Beech was
busy painting the front door of his little
yellow house.
What a pretty residence he could
build on that ground if he had a rich
wife, she said to herself. Then she
found herself laughing, and as Riohard
looked up from nis work, she nodded
and smiled to him.
That night Mayne Morton went dis
consolately home to New York.
He was no longer engaged to an
heiress, and when Laura married Rich
ard Beech, the twins made such lovely
bridemaids, that the two groomsmen fell
iu love with them on the spot, and every
body was as happy as possible ever after.
Family Story Paper.
A Providential Dispensation.
A curious story comes from Wenglisi
ang, China. The town suffers from in
undations of the Yellow River, and two
years ago a movement was started by the
local magistrate to build a breakwater.
The chief difficulty lay in the want of
sufficiently large stones. Suddenly, how
ever, to the astonishment of the com
munity, a heavy storm of wind and rain
deluged the country, and brought down
an endless quantity of huge stones ex
actly suited to the purpose. The people
naturally regarded the incident as a di
rect manifestation of divine power in aid
of a great public undertaking, and the
Governor of the district cites a fact which
conclusively proves the supernatural
origin of the event. One of the stones,
he says, which was as laige as a house,
was inscribed with seal characters, two
of which, meaning “work” and “stone”
respectively, he was able to decipher.—
London Graphic.
Around the World.
There are eleven hundred steamers
traversing the four great ocean routes.
The first is that across the Atlantic, an
other by Suez to India, China and Aus
tralia. Togo around the world that
way takes eighty to ninety days and
covers twenty-three thousand miles. The
passage money is SIOOO. and the trav
eler who wishes to go in comfort and
ease should have another SIOOO with
him. Another sea route described is
that by which you start from San Fran
cisco and sail around the American con
tinent to New York. The journey is
sixtee i thousand five hundred miles
long, it takes one hundred days to cover
it, and the fare is about tbe same as that
around the world. To go around the
Cape of Good Hope to Australia and
back around Cape Horn is about twenty
five thousand one hundred and fifty miles
and can be covered in eighty-one days.
The cost is only s7so, —London Tit-Bits.
WORD" OF WISDOM.
A lazy man steals from himself.
There is nothing so brave as love.
Talent and genius have many quarrels.
The dress of truth is always a seamless
robe.
None can know what suffering is ex
cept those who love.
To have to look into the face of truth
always kills a lie dead.
The first test of love is its willingness
to suffer without complaint.
There are so many reformers who never
want to do any work at home.
Distrusting everybody is a good way to
have the friendship of nobody.
Getting the last word with a woman
has been done at last. The phonograph
does it.
The recording angel never strikes a
balance on his books by what is said of
a man on his gravestone.
No matter what its profession may be,
the love that halts and turns back when
it sees danger coming is a sham.
The dog that barks at the moon is a
fool, but he knows more than the one
that nips at the hind legs of a mule.
Before we condemn and despise men
for their conduct, let us be sure that
spirits just as black do not have their
abode in our own hearts.
A horse is never much bothered with
flies when he is on the dead run. You
have seen a mule on the walk stop to
kick his sides, but you have never seen
a running horse do it. —lndianapolis
(Ind.) Pam's Horn.
The Giraffe.
The flesh of young giraffes, or fat cows
especially, is excellent; there is the least
musky flavor perhaps, but it is not un
pleasant. The tongue and marrow bones
are great delicacies, the latter particularly
furnishing the rarest and most delicious
banquet of the African hunter.
Few beast3 of the chase are more poorly
endowed with means of defense; but even
the mild giraffe, when wounded and
brought to a stand, will if the hunter ap
proaches from the front, chop at him
with its forefeet, and a blow from such
a limb is an exceedingly dangerous one.
I have questioned many hunters on this
point, and cannot ascertain that the
giraffe uses its legs iu any other system
of defense.
At the present time, the giraffe is
mainly sought after for the value of its
hide, which, even so far up country as
Khama’s Town, (Palachwe,) now com
mands a value of from $12.50 to $22.50
a skin, varying according to age and sex.
The hide of a tough, thick-skinned old
bull, from an inch to an inch and a
quarter in thickness, is of course the
most sought after. When one cf these
great creatures lies prone upon the veldt,
it seems as if enveloped in a mantle of
brass, and the fingers can make no im
pression whatever upon the carcass. Not
many years since the hides of rhinoceros
and hippotamus furnished ox whips and
riding-whips—colonially known as sjam
boks—all over South Africa. But the
rhinoceros is all but exterminated south
of the Zambesi; the hippopotamus be
comes scarcer year by year, aud the hide of
the giraffe is consequently in greatly in
creased demand. A few years back, there
happened a dearth of sjambok hide, the
price of whips rose immensely,and agiraffe
skin sold readily for $25 and more. Forth
with parties of Dutch and native hun
ters flocked into the Kalahari, and scores
upon scores of giraffe were slaughtered.
On coming out with their loads the hun
ters discovered that they had overstocked
the market and that prices had rapidly
fallen again. Most up-country natives,
especially the Bechuanas, use the hide of
the giraffe for making the neat sandals
they habitually wear, preferring it for its
strength and toughness to any other. It
seems a pity that f3r the sake only of
whips and sandals, and to furnish the
hunter with meat and an exciting form
of sport, this stately creature should be
exterminated from South Central Africa,
as it bids fair soon to be.— Cuanibers's
Journal.
Diving for a Diamond King.
Diver B. F. Beane, of the Chapman
Wrecking Company, recently performed
a very difficult feat iu the Sound, off the
Larchmont Club house. Two miles off
that point a Mr. McPherson, a wealthy
Philadelphian, who is now traveling in
Europe, lost a valuable diamond ring
while fishing from a yacht. The water
is fully sixty feet deep there, and when
Diver Beane agreed to go down after the
missing jewel he had very faint hopes of
recovering it. The ring is an heirloom,
and Mr, McPherson was willing to pay
handsomely for its recovery. Beane
made three descents, and the third time
he found the ring. It was lying with
the stone embedded in the sand, about
twenty-five feet from the spot where it
dropped overboard. —New York HeraM.
Simple Remedy for Diphtheria.
A simple and valuable remedy for
diphtheria is the application of parafine.
The diphtheritic patch is scraped off and
the paraffine is applied every hour
to the throat (internally) with a large
camel’s hair brush. Asa rule the throat
gets well in from twenty-four to forty
eight hours and with improvement in
the throat the paraffine is applied less
frequently, but its use is advisable for
two or three days after the complete dis
appearance of the patches. —Chicaai
News.
WHAT IS LIFE?
A little crib beside the bed,
A little face above the spread
A little frock behind the door,
A little shoe upon the floor.
A little lad with dark brown haw,
A little blue eyed face aud fair,
A little lane that leads to school,
A little pencil, slate and rule.
A iittle blithsonie, winsome maid,
A little hand within it laid;
A little cottage, acres four,
A little old time household store.
A little family gathered round,
A little turf heaped, tear dewed mound;
A iittle added to his soil,
A little rest from hr -test toil.
A little silver in his hair,
A iittie stool and easy chair;
A little nightof '/ j > gloom.
A little cortege t
. rp altimore Herald.
PITH AND POINT.
He who talks and talks away
. Escapes what other bores might say.
A counter irritant—An impudent dry
goods clerk. —Buffalo Inquirer.
The description “late lamented” ap
plies forcibly to the delinquent debtor.
It is easier to forgive enemies we have
worsted than enemies who have worsted
us.— New York Herald.
A man never bas so grea a trouble
as when he has one he can’t blame on
anyone else.— Atchison Globe.
The business in which you know you
could make the mouey i3 generally the
other man's. — Texas Siftinqs.
The man who lives upon his brain,
By wit earns all his bread,
Ne’er finds it in the least wav vain
To stand upon his head.
—Harpcls Bazar.
Queries “Doss Miss Prym believe
everything in hr Bible?” Cynicus—
“Yes, except the eutry of her birth.”—
New York Journal.
Employer—“ Your first duty will be
to post this ledger.” New Clerk (rather
too readily)—“Yessir; where shall I
send it?”— Pick He Up.
“I am not vain, ah no,” she wrote,
With evident sincerity.
The doorbell rings, to the glass she springs,
With positivo celerity.
Yankee Blade.
It was the cynical bachelor who sym
phatically observed that there was no
slight danger attending a fashionable
wedding there was so much typhus about
it. —Boston Transcript.
It always seems to me that cheek
Succeeds in besting worth and skill;
Why, e’en in church one small red cent
Makes more noise than a dollar bill.
—Colorado Sun.
Timid Citizen (who has just escaped
from a riot) —“Who are you, sir?” “Po
liceman—“l am a member of the police
force. There is my badge.” Timid
Citizen (vociferously) “Help! help!”—
New York Journal.
Time Makes All Things Even: Pegg
—“Sometimes the absolute faith my boy
has in my wisdom makes me almost
ashamed of myself.” Potts—“You need
not worry. It will average up all right.
By the time he is twenty he will think
you know nothing at all.”— lndianapolis
Journal.
Laura—“lf papa gives his consenc,
George, dear, when you go to ask him,
won’t you be fairly trausported with
joy?” George (somewhat apprehen
sively)—“Yes, Laura, and if it shouldn’t
happen to strike "him favorably and he’s
feeling right well I shouldn’t wonder if
I’d be considerably moved anyhow.”—
San Francisco Examiner.
Jrate Mamma—“Goodness me! It’s
half an hour since I sent you around to
the store to get those things, and here
you are back without them.” Little
Dick—“lt was such a long time before
my turn came to be waited on that I for
got what it was you wanted.” ‘Then
why didn’t you come and find out?’
“I was afraid if I left I’d lose my turn.”
I mat a tearful little lass:
She sobbed so hard I could not pass,
I wondered so thereat;
“Oh, dry your tears, my pretty child.
Pray tell me why you grieve so wild?’ '
* ‘ A—mouse—ate—up —my—cat !”
*'A mouse ate up your cat!” 1 cried,
To think she’d fib quite horrified;
“Why, how can you say that?”
Her tears afresh began to ran.
She sobbed the words out one by one;
“It—was—a —candy—cat!”
His Habits Betrayed Him.
A theft has just been brought home
to a man by means of an egg. Some
days ago, M. Douet, pottery manufac
turer, living in the Rue Goudou, Paris,
was disagreeably suprised on returning
from the theatre with his family to find
that his house had been ransacked,
almost all the furniture destroyed, and
a sum of SI2OO in gold and notes stolen.
The next morning he put M. Siadoux.
Commissary of Police, in possession of
these facts, who thereupon proceeded to
the spot and opened an inquiry. In the
course of his search he found a broken
egg, from which the white only appeared
to have been sucked. He brought the
circumstance to the notice of M. Douet,
who then remembered that a carter named
Delbars, who he had dismissed for dirty
habits, was accustomed to eat eggs in
this way. They arrested him along
with his brother. When questioned as
to how and where they had spent their
time on tbe night of the robbery, they
were embarrassed, aud finally confessed
that they had broken into M. Douet’4
house for motives of revenge. Galig
nani Mestenatr.
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