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A CROSS-COUNTRY SPIN. A wayside inn, a blacksmith's forge, A furnace flaring in the gorge, A farm-house and a ruined mill,* Tltp flood-gates gone, the big wheel A lake with lilies on its breast, A lime kiln on the hill’s sharp or st; Such pleasing changes meet the eye However fast the wheels go by. The roar of train upon the bridge. The rifle's crack beyond the ridge, The plowman's whistle, the milkman’s song. The farm dog’s baying, clear and strong, The bleat of sheep, the roadster’s neigh, The click of reaper on its way, The songs of birds, the drone of hoes, rill ear and heart with ecstacies. Oft here and there a glimpse is caught Of scenes with fun or folly fraught; A cow, roused from her stupid sleep, Aflok of panic-stricken sheep, A horse that with a 1 Tightened snort In frisky antics finds resort. Hi? stupid driver, with jerk and curs* Only makes the rampage worse. A peacock spreads his gaudy tail, A gobler's tinted crest grows pale, A bumpkin on a farm yard gate Btares at you with his mouth agape, While from the hedge a rustic lass Tlings kisses at you as you pass, Not that she’s forward with the men, But knows you'll never meet again. O'er dusty roads, amid green trees That flin;x sweet odors to the breeze, Aieng ravines where, when ’ti.s late, The jay calls harshly to his mate, By red-grown swamps where phantoms walk, And bitterns in the dimness stalk, By brook ets flashing in the sun. By fields in russet clad, and dun- Bast churches in the woodland shade, And graveyards where the dead are laic Past orchards with their fruitage ripe, And green lanes swiftly lost to sight— Thus onward o'er the ground we speed, Exhilarating sport, indeed! As to the bird with outspread wings. It vigor to the muscles brings. —Frank H. Stauffer, in Detroit Free Press. EMIT OF TYNE DALE. A STORY OP OLD ENGLAND. It was a time and country of arms. Valor wa- the saint by whom all swore, and no death was l'cared save a death on the straw. And with valor ruled song. When the clash of swords was for a moment stilled, minnesingers and min strels sang of the sweetness of love: are not the tenderest blossoms of the year those that are fostered by the snow drift? The Tower of Tynedale had had its baptism of blood and consecrations of Bong more frequently, it may well be, than any oih r castle within the same horizon bounds, for it stood on disputed ground. It was a defiance lmstone ilung down by an early Tynedale, and many a time bad the Jiranksome men dashed themselves against it in vain assault. Once indeed, the portals had traitorously yielded, and the banner of lhe hated house ol the as ailants had taunted the scattered Tvnedales from thebattlemeDts of their own tower. That dishonor had been wiped out iu the desperate courage of the recapture, but its memory roused to new life the old family leud, which had its birth in the buried past. It was the thought of that unforgotten shame that made more iol'ty the bearing of the lord of Tynedale as he entered the demesne to which a long absence had made him well nigh a stranger. The laugh;er of his retainers, who found it joy enough to feel the shadow of Tynedale oaas once more above them, seemed to his ear but to mutiie the angry mutter of defeated men. His steed, responding to his unconscious touch, bounded forward, and carried him in advance of his train to the open ing in the forest that commanded a dis tant. view of the touer. And there the sunbeams that flashed from spear-head and sparkled from the jeweled dresses of lady fair and gallant knight and wa ting esquire sauk iuto shadows amid tire folds of the Braak some banner, which Branksome hands had flung once more from the battle ments of Tynedale Tower. Dark and sullen hung the silkeu folds heavy with shame -Did dark grew the brow of the lord of Tynedale, dark even as the shadows « f the forest, when that mes sage met his eve. An iuUi: erent forester, to whom it mattered little whether the flag of the tower were gules or argent, told the brief tale of the day’s foray. An attack, a surprise, a wea r defence, a few hours of desperate hand-to-haud fighting within the old walls, and then the sunset with its revelation; that was all. ALD It' cuu.uil , mill \\ US all. The party camped hastily. “We aie helpie-s,” said the old lord, bitterly, •• within those walls a handful may la gh at a host; without, a handful like this would be but a dash of su timer raindrops on the stones. False stones, they prote t foe and friend alike. ” TLeu spoke Edwy, the heir of Tyndale. “My io.'d and father, an it please you, I will i ntcr the tower. My harp will be my passport, for a minstrel hath free warrant to hall and bower. Once within, it will go hard but 1 lind means to open the gates to our men ere the morning.” The id lord’s eye flashed. He felt the fever of youth throb in his veins for a mo ment; then it pas-ed, but he beheld his ow n spiiit kindiing keen and high in the dauntless youth who laced him “Go, my chiid. The honor of Tyne dale i= in your hands.” So it shortly came to pass that a gay young min-trel boldly demanded ad mittance tor his harp and himself at the gate where i dwv. of Tyneda e, might not pass ior his life. A rude welcome greeted him from the hall. git'cttu mm Hum linn. “ Enter, thou minsticl lad. Such a day as this hath merited a night of song. What ballads hast tliou that are newt’’ “Ballads new and old in plenty to pleasure tbe lords of Tynedale Tower,” answered Edwy calmly, resting his harp near tbe board about which lounged the dark men of branksome, pledging their victory in tankards of Tynedale ale. At his feet, trampled and stained, lay the silken banner of his house, rudely torn from the battlement. But no one saw the fire that smouldered uuder Edwy’s lowered iids. “Sing, harpor. and Oswald shall dance the morrow.” i dw. had already noted the bound figure of Oswald, an ancient ser vitor of the house, who listened unmoved to the rude jests and taunts of the soldiery. Once, at the first tone of Kdwy’s voice, a quiver passed over his blood-stained cheek, but lie raised not his eyes from the floor. Grim, stern, silent, he waited, and if he strained his iron muscles against the cords till he felt them slip and yield, no one heeded. The youth with his harp was more diverting than the impassive prisoner, whom their savage gibes moved not. “A song! a song! After the battle cry, the madrigal.” Edwy’s lingers had been straying over the strings of the harp, waking those low, soft murmurs that musicians love. Now. with a free hand, he struck the ringing chords, and no one save Oswald heard aught but careless melody in the young voice that filled the hall. As Edwy finished the song, he lifted his eyes and s juarely encountered an in tent gave, which he seemed to have felt before he turned. He saw a mere boy, whose fair, floating hair and gravely sweet face made him seem as apart from these dark-visaged men of blood as a saint stepped down from the stained windows of some cathedral. Once before that boyish face with its halo of golden hair had held Edwy's eye, and with a lightning flash of memory that earlier meeting was recalled. It was a lonely spot on the mountain side, and the fearless boy, with failing strength, was holding at b|iy an antlered stag. Had Edwy’s trusty spear swerved then or lingered, no morrow had ever smiled on the brave hunter. Now in the deep look, more potent than speech, that held their eyes locked for a moment ere they swerved aside, Edwy read that he was known His fingers trembled as he struck slow fragments of music from the obedient strings, and there was a ringing in iiis ears that sounded like the battle-cry of the Branksomes. Then the blood surged back to his heart and he lifted his daunt less Tynedale face to his foes. Trapped and at their mercy he knew himself, but at least he could show them how the Tynedales were wont to die. The liquid drops of music shivered into a sharp si lence as his hand forsook the strings to rest lightly on the short sword at his belt, while liis haughty glance swept the hall. But there was r.o answer to his sileut challenge, and now in the averted face of the boy he read not the triumph of an enemy, but the grieved perplexity of a child. Edwy understood. That the boy re membered his benefactor’s face was proved past doubt in that first long gaze, and now his troubled silence revealed that he remembered the bene faction also. But silence was hard for Edwy’s beating heart to bear, and striking the chords sharply, he gave to measured music the tumultuous words that throbbed in his brain. The carouse about the board was somewhat hushed, but Edwy sang only for the boy, whose drooping eyes could not bear the stead fast gaze he bent upon them. “Lone is tbe mountain path, Dark is tbe glen, Fierce is the antlered stag, Hater of men. Hapless the hunter now, Lacking his spear. Woo to the hunter lad. Death draweth near. Long may the maiden wait. Stifling her moans; In the loan mountain glen Whiten his bones.” The hoy shuddered and met 'W y’s look pleadingly. One word from those beardless lips and the minstrel had sung his last strain, but the word was not spoken. Edwy read the conflicting emotions that held him with that sense of power that is of strong souls, he knew his own dom ination over the heart he had preserved. In one fierce moment he grasped the full strength of life. The little band waiting his signal without, the walls that even now echoed to the laughter of the foes of his house, all rested on his power to hold and control the will of the child who now raised questioning eves dO his, as asking counsel. The buttle courage flushed his dark cheek as he once more touched his harp. He must sing, as he had fought, for his life and the honor of Tynedale. ‘‘Faithless are lovers, but lovers are many? Maidens are cruel, but hearts heal amain; Thankless are beggars, who take the drink penny, Few hold remembrance while one moon may wane. C'hiefest in infamy whom may we call? Ingrate of ingrates and king of them all? Who but the traitor to friend and to honor? Who but the dastard th it, druhken with strife, Strikes at the bosom that succored and saved him. Offers him death who hath rendered him life? Dead in dishonor or living in shame, Bards shall remember the dastardly name.” Edwy ceased. Had he lost or won in the game where the stake was life? The boys’s grave eyes glowed w’ith a clear light, aud as the impetuous strain sank to silence, he drew the harp from Edwy’s arm. “Methinks your songs ring not true, fair harper. There be blacker traitors than he who siays even a friend.” And witli a mournful yet steadfast look he gave in song his answ’er to Edwy’s challenge: “Youthful knight, I charce thee well Guard the banner that thou bearest- Though it leads to blackest hell. Though o'er naked swords thou farest; Though thy life, thv friend, thy soul, Doomed be to endless dole.” Edwy had lost. As the verse ended with a tremble, the two stood silently side by side, watching th 3 quivering strings. The last faint vibration died away, and with eyes that seemed not to see, the boy step ed forwuvrd and raised his hand imperiously for silence. But Edwy was before him. i uwy was otaure mm. “Nay, boy, there shall be no need. I saved thee once from death, I will save thee now from ingratitude.” Snat hing up the silken banner of his hou-e he wound it as a shield about his left arm, and with drawn sword he planted his back against a friendly wall. “Yemen of Branksome, heard ye ever melody like this before?” And lifting his clear voice, the battle song of the Tynedales rung oat over the heads of the conquerors with defiant boldness. “A Tynedale! a Tynedale! and m rry St. Andrew to aid! While blood may flow or edge may bite, a Tynedale wields the blade! While heart can beat or eye can see, a Tyne dalo fronts the fray! A Tynedale! a Tynedale! St. And five wins the day!” There was a hush like death; then the wide hall echoed and re-echoed with a “Death to the Tynedale!” and fifty swords cashed their menace out; fifty foemen, wild wnh hate, leaped to face him. Then they paused, awed by the dauntlessness of the proud youth, whose eyelid never quivered. He would die, but not alone. A moment, and they closed upon him, while fashing steel on i steel struck fire. A shriek, a groan, but j not from Edwy’s lips; a narrowing eir j cle of sword-points, yet with guard and thrust Edwy held his own. He felt the blood flow from his breast, tbe wall seemed to weaken and yield, and gasp ing out “A Tynedale!” he sank to the fioor. Was it the echo of his voice, or the wild-heart blood beating in his ears? His last words were caught up and re peated : “A Tynedale to the rescue’ A Tyne dale !” Then for Edwy came silence. But not for the hall. Through the portal sprang Oswald, leading the Tyne dale men, who had waited without in the shadows for Edwy’s signal. The signal had come, but from Oswald’s hand, at the moment when the defiance of the minstrel in the hall had left the door unguarded. Hand to hand and knee to knee they fought about the board; but the cry of “Strike for Edwy!” made the Tynedales irresistible. The mead had not ceased to flow from the overturned tankards be fore Tynedale Tower again floated the banner they unwound from Edwy’s arm. Then Oswald lifted Edwy’s head and staunched the wound in his breast. The blue eyes slowly opened. “Edwy, lad, how is it with thee?” Edwy laughed. “I’ faith, Oswald, I fear me my harp must lie idle for many a day. But is the boy safe?”— Lily A. Long ,, in Over land. Egyptian Plague of Flies. I watched a chiid of about two and a half years, say t arter Harrison, writing to the Chicago Mail from Egypt, enjoy ing a crust of bread. There were about it a swarm of flies, and I do not exag gerate when 1 say two or three dozen were on its face at one time, in patches as big as half a dollar, about the eyes and mouth. It would screw up its eyes when they threatened to go in. I thought some must have gone into its mouth with the bread. It did not seem at all an noyed. I saw a sleeping child on the street, whose face was almost black with the insects. It smiled as if angels were whispering in its ears. I have seen men talking pleasantly together while a dozen flies would be promenading about their faces. I asked a man how he could stand it. “Mashallah! They don’t bother me,” was his reply. This has made the fly bold, and he seems unable to understand what a foreigner means when he tries to drive them off. He has, too, remarkably prehensile claws, and keeps them keen and sharp when taking constitutional walks over European countenances. It was probably the knowledge of this quality which made these people pronounce it bad luck to drive them off. They found it best to educate tbe masses to bear the infliction and to get used to it. Nearly all the religious and semi-religious prohibitions and usages of the people of the world probably had their origin in some ma terial benefit. The cow was hard to raise in India. The cow was most neces sary—so the wise priesthood made her sacred and thus preserved her. Hogs, flesh was subject to diseases in Egypt and Syria, so the hog was made relig iously unclean amjCpfested with devils. The Sleeper of Saltpetrlere. Tbe Parisian Eudoxie Adelouin, the sleeper of the Saltpetriere,has awakened from her long sleep, which was con tinued without a moment’s interruption for nineteen days. She had a slumber of fifty days early in the year in the hospital where she now is, and has been for many years. While she was on both occasions sleeping relays of medical men kept watch by her bedside. Some hours before her second period of somnolence ended she showed great nervous agita tion, often started aud had intermittent fits of trembling. She at length opened her eyes in the midst of a burst of loud laughter, which continued for about ten minutes. During that time she stared fixedly, and appeared, though laughing so hard, as if under some painful appre hension. Then she spoke as if she were ad dressing her mother, who was not with her, in an endearing manner, and on being handed a glass said; she only saw her mother’s image in it. Ehe has since become quite cheerful, but seems to have hardly any ideas save those sug gested to her by the doctors. Contrary to what is observed in most hysterical subjects the sense of taste remains while she is under the influence of suggestion. i'lius, if she is given aloes and tqld it is sugar she will swallow it, but make a wry face to show dislike. If told to drink water from a champagne glass shs shows exhilaration, and if a package which Dr. Yoisin says contains an emetic is put into her hand she has violent fits of nausea. —London News. The Queen's New Chair. Since the Queen met with a slight accident at Windsor and sprained her knee she has not been ablo to stand com fortably for any long period, and at drawing rooms, although appearing to stand, she has really been sitting on % cleverly-arranged chair of crimson and gold. This year another and lower chair was substituted for some reason or other, with the result that several ladies nearly tumbled over when they kissed hands, as the Queen was sitting so ex ceedingly low that it was quite a gym nastic exercise to bend down to her hands.— London Truth. The Iron Duke's Confession. The reminiscences of the gieat Duka of Wellington give some idea of his wonderful activity when in the field. “For many years in the peninsula,” he once said, “I undressed seldom; in the first four years never. I slept five or six hours; sometimes two or three. In India it is not the custom to undress; I never did. In Spain I nbver marched the sol diers more than twenty-five miles a day; in India I once marched the troops enty-two miles in a day.” ' ATONEMENT BY TORTURE. A FANATICAL ARABIC RELIGIOUS OBSERVANCE IN ALGIERS- A Sect Who Do Penance For Sins By Torturing Themselves With Fire and Sword. An Algiers letter to the New York Commercial Advertiser describes the dance Aissoni, a secret religious cere mony observed by a sect of fanatic Mahommedans. We quote from the letter as follows: “Imagine ifti open couit paved in red tiles, an arcade all around, and above a balcony supported by pillars. On three sides there were’ rooms opening from the court, on the fourth a flight of steps aud benches ar ranged on either >ide along the wall. By the dim light in the surrounding rooms we could perceive figures arrayed in costly silks and white, gently swaying ba k and foith as if unconscious of any thing but the scene before them These were spectators and pilgrims, and some, the guide told us, belonged to noble and wealthy families in Algiers. From the balcony above peered anxious women’s faces, veiled to the eyes. These women kept tip a continual low moan, ahd occasionally joined in the most un earthly yell. But the main interest cen tered iu the court below, where a dozen or more natives squatted on the ground in a circle, swaying, howling, shouting or laughing in a fiendish manner as the spirit moved them, beating with unceas ing sameness of tune upon their tam tams an even, monotonous noise, per formed with head, elbow and hand. In the centre of the group was a small arrangement of stones and tiles (perhaps an altar;, on either side of which were two chunfrets of red hot coals. Attached to the piliows on all four sides of the court were flaring oil lamps which threw a weird, uneven light upon the circle be low, but so arranged that our corner beneath the balcony was entirely *in shadow -and was quite unobserved by the excited participants in the fete. They seemed unconscious of our entrance, and a great clay water jug shielded us from j the view beyond. The scene was bar barious in the extreme—the deafening sound of the tarn tarns, the shouting of the men, the moaning of the women, with now aud then that terrible savage scream which began in a high note and sank gradually away to a chatter such as monkeys give as they lean their heads against the bars of their cages. After an interval one of the players was “inspired by Aissa.” With a yell he threw aside his tambour, rushed into the centre of the ring, commencing a frantic dance. The Makaddan (head of the order) arose, and taking his burnous from his shoulders, endeavored to en fold the now contorted brother therein, but with fearful violence the other seized it, wound it about his person, tossed it over his head and stamped it under his feet. The noise of the drums grew louder as the subject became more frantic. We clung to our seats in cold terror as the voice of our guide came to us in a calm whisper: “No matter what happens—only keep cool; they will not , harm you!” Now another has become “inspired.” The monkey screams are repeated again and agair. There are two now throwing themselves in mani acal ecstasy; the burnous is between , them; a bunch of broom is thrown into the ring; both struggle for it; between them it is lighted iu the lurnace; their hands and arms are thrust into the flames; one has also seized a bundle of dry flax, has ignited it, and to my hor ror I see him press the flaming mass to his bare chest and into his open mouth. Soon he falls exhausted and another takes his place. This one seizes a red-hot iron from the fire; it burns his hair; smoke arises; 1 see him draw his hands across it, and lay it on his foot with yells and howls of pain; the master carries him away, and im mediately another rushes forward. I have had enough and would leave the terrible scene; but this last fanatic fascinates me. He is young and beauti fully built. His white “gandoura” aud blue and gold jacket seem one garment as he whirls past me into the court, hair, arms, clothing, one dizzy whole. What will he do—what can he do more than the others? There is a cactus plant growing in a jar in one corner of the court, a species of prickly-pear, with its tough leaves covered thickly with long thorns. This he seizes, as his wild dance brings him in its vicinity. The weird music swells and falls as the victim throws himself on the ground be side the fire. Crouching low before the altar, he places his forehead on the ground, and, thus humilitated, he raven ously devours the thorny petals. As if this were not enough, he springs again to his feet, and, seizing one of the pots of coals, he twirls it about his head until the surface is glowing red. The Makaddan kneels beside it. In a second the cruel deed is done, and we see the gray impression of the boy’s naked foot upon the red hot fire, while he is off and away with a cry of fiendisii joy, and, unlike his predecessor, he takes his place among his fellows, apparently without paiu. It is too dreadful, too uncanny to recount the spiked iron thrust into the flesh, the knotted cord, the jagged. sword- ~ .i"on blade. One would have forced out his eye, but Mohammed, by the mouth of his servant Makaddan, forbids the deed. Another threw himself upon a sword, and a gray haired man played with fire as if it were harmless as earth. - There came a murmur among the spectators, the first I had heard, and the word “Scorpion!” fell upon my ear. Truly I had never expected to behold that most terrible of reptiles, whose sting is instant death and whose touch is sure poison. But it was true. They brought them in an earthen vessel, and I must confess that American curiosity got the better of American manners, for “see them” we would, and see them we did. In color a pale pink, in form long and nar row, with many legs and a squirming sidewise motion like a crab. We shiv ered as the things were carried past; but horror of horrors was reached, when a fine tall fellow seized one, fearlessly tore it to pieces and devoured it before our eyes. His motions were already so | violent that I was anxious to witness ! what further effects the scorpion woulu produce, but in trying to investigate the | subject of scorpions we had pressed for i ward from our shadowy cover. Alas for us! in seeing we had been seen. The ■ effect was instantaneous; but, in respect I to our self-esteem, I will say we left with more haste than dignity. The truth 19 they let the scorpions ecsape in our midst f and for days afterward each member of that clandestine party of vis itors to the dance “Aissaoui” imagined every passing sensation the warning throb of coming dissolution, and an im aginary death from scorpion poisoa haunted us constantly. ! NEWS AND NOTES FOR WOMEN. Lady Dudley sleeps in black silk sheets. Little women must e-chew Huffy trim ! inings. Moire is the popular silken material for parasols. impress Elizabeth of Austria now ride - a tricycle. The frilled “bed gown” of the olden time has been revived. Many of the newest hats seem to aim at the flower-garden effect. Sunshades are so i rillnint they can be seen a mile with the naked eye. Mrs. Hamilton Douglas, of Atlanta, is the only woman lawyer in GL-orgia. Oxford-ties of black patent leather are the must fashionable for the promenade. The newest undervests are of white crepe de chine embroidered in moss rose buds. A monument to the Empress Maria Theresa has just been unveiled in Vienna. A wide velvet belt, with “bell pull’ ends, is fashionable with summer muslin gowns. Princess Alexandria of Greece will marry the Czar of Russia’s youngest brother. “I utty” is one of the season’s fashiona ble shades, and a very pretty tone of warm gray. Last year in Norton, Kan., there were fifty-eight women who voted. This year there were 150. A novel fan is made of herons’ plumes and ostrich feathers. The heron aigrette is used with the plumes. Aloire under-slips are considered the moist effective foundation for lace drap eries, either black or white. Black wraps aie likely to prevail this summer, as but very few colored ones are shown by leading houses. At one of the metropolitan weddings a novelty was the introduction of mar ried men as best man and ushers. Airs. J. Gould, wife of the New York millionaire, rides down town in a Broad way car and goes shopping afoot. Aliss Annie Alc(fc>rmick, of Hawkins ville, Ga., can play simultaneously two tunes on a piano and sing a third. Argonia, Kansas, under its woman mayor, has passed a peaceful year, with only two cases on its police docket. Tanned leather low-laced shoes, worn with black silk stockings, are favored, but tend to make the foot look larger. The wheat ear has well nigh displaced the quill or deadbird as the one universal and all prevailing garniture of headgear. MrS. Oscar "Wilde wears green. She has suits of all the shades of green, with hats, gloves, boots, and parasols to match. New golden arrows for the hair have the point removable, to be put in place after the shaft is thrust through ’the coiffure. A velvet gown with hand-wrought dragon fl es, life size, draped sparsely over it, is among Worth’.s latest notable creations. Straw round hats are most incongru ously garnished with much point d’ esprit, net and aigrettes and garlands of leaves and flowers. Broad-brimmed straws of coarse qual ity, trimmed with poppies and corn flowers, are in great favor for early morning wear. A thick band of shaded rose petals, held in place by green leaves and ribbon loops, is a new and favorite garniture for evening gowns. To the so-long-worn veils of spotted tulle just reaching to the nose, have suc ceeded these of spider-web that are even more becoming. Aliss Amelie Rives, the authoress, is said to have been overwhelmed with offers of marriage since her portrait was published recently. Inexpensive dresses for summer ar made of barred muslin, which is againe iu favor, with belted blouses and full round gathered skirts. A lady appeared on Regent street London, lately with a hat described as “two feet high,surmounted by an eagle’s feather, making an additional foot.” Alany lace jabots, decorated with flots of ribbon, strands of rain fringe, head pendants, and applique embroideries, decorate all kinds of summer dresses. Alixed flowers are stylish if not artistic, and upon lace head gear, which must be of the lightest, should look as though they had been merely dropped in place. The Methodist General Conference de cided to establish an order of deaconesses, in spite of the opposition of Ur, Buckley, who thought it was giving too many privileges to women. Mrs. Ruth McEnery Stuart, the latest writer of negro dialect stories, lives in New Orleans. She is a young woman, tall, dark haired and fine looking. She has only recently taken up literary work. Just as it is the correct thing for a widow not to wear a veil at her second marriage, so it is considered the proper caper for young ladies who marry widowers to wear a bonnet and high dress. Princess Bernadotte, the Miss Munck 1 for whom Prince Oscar, of Sweden, re nounced his rights of royalty, lias been taken into the King’s favor. She wears the cross of the family order of her husband’s family, a distinction hitherto accorded only to royal Princesses. Two big buttons or one at the throat of a loose front cutaway jacket, falling off from a waistcoat fastened with a closely set line of small gold, silver or cat’s eye buttons, assist in the make-up j of a pretty and becoming bodice for a little woman or one of medium height. Engagements in France are never j long. Three or four months is the usual limit, just about time enough to get the trousseau ready. As a general thing in this country, and especially in Phila delphia, young engaged couples do not begin to think of wedding preparations until a year has elapsed. A Silly Little Girl. A woifian weighing something li! ; « 200 pounds came into the Grand Cen tral Station the other day clinging to the bony arm of a little man who prob ably tipped the beam of ninety in his winter clothing. He led the way to the ladies’ waiting room, deposited the lady in two chairs, and started out. “You won’t be gone long, will you, dearie?” she gasped out. “I feel so timid.” “No, darling; I’ll be right back, don’t worry about me.”' “Oh, I shall, dearie; I can’t help it, and I dread' being left alone.” ' “Well, I’ll be back in ten minutes.” “Oh, do; I feel so nervous.” He was gone fifteen minutes and when lie reached her side again, she tried to tumble into his arms, and said sweetly and childishly. “Oh, Harry ! You were gone an age. I was so frightened ! Ah, Harry, you will find that you have married a very, very silly little girl ."--Tid-Bils. Historical Spot. Cronstadt, where the young emperor of Germany is visiting the. Czar, is the principal station of the Baltic fleet of the Russian navy, and was created by Peter the Great. It is situated on a bay of the Gulf of Finland, and guards the approach to St. Petersburg. It is strongly forti fied aud is a city of about 50,000 inhabi tants. Among it 3 architectural attract ions is the castle of Pet- rhof, the scene of the festivities in honor of Emperor William, which was begun by Peter the Great about 1720 and named in hishonor. There are many relics of that famous monarchs in the castle, and some of the trees in the garden wire planted by Peter himself. Got a Back-Set. i Alilk shakes have received a set-back in Pittsburg, Pa. That city has a Sun day law which does not permit the sale of intoxicating liquors on Sunday, and prohibits ttie sale ot milk, though per mitting its delivery on that day. The proprietor of the Fulton market was re cently arrested and fined §25 and costs for vending milk shakes, although the great temperance agitator and orator, Francis Murphy, and the chief of po lice appeared in favor of the milk shake. The average length of a Wall street career is said to be ten years. In that time the means or vital energies of most men are consumed in the furnace of spec ulation. The number of those who hold out twenty years is feiv, and fewer still is the number who can bear the excite ment for a longer period. Cured of Malaria. 23 Florida St., Elizabeth; N. J., I March 17,1884. I I have been using Allcock’s Porous Plas ters for the last five years, tome two years ago, after having been sick for upwards of six mouths with malaria, I fo md myself with an enl.rged spleen, dyspeptic, and constantly trouble l with a headache, and my kidneys did not act very well either. Having spent most of my money for medicine and medical advice, I thought to save expense I would use All cock’s Porous Plasters, two on the small of my back, one on the spleen or ague cake, and one on the pit of the stomach, just under the hr. astbone. I continued using the Plasters about thirty days, changing them every week. At the end of that time I was perfectly well, and have remained so ever since. George Dixon. Beer was prescribed for a horse in Chicago, and it died of delirium tremens. Yes, he loves you now, ’tis true, Lass with > yea of violet blue. Lips as sweet as honey-dew. Bonny little bride! Will he love you as to-da -. When jour bloorr s fled away. When v ur golde «.s are gray. Will h s lovf .ne? Yes. if it is the tru nd it will survive all the inevitable was .nd changes of life. But, it is every woman’ nesire and uuty to retain, as long as she cat the attractions that made her charming anc beloved in youth. No one can keep her youthful bloom or equable tam per if weighed down and suffering from female weakness and disorders. l)r.Pierce’s Favorite Prescription is a remedy for these troubles. Sold by druggists. Dr. Evans the famous dentist of Pari-, will present a statue of LaFayette to the city. The remedy for baldness recently discovered by H. A. Feehter, of New Haven, Conn., seems to be almost infallible. It is performing'some wonderful cures, and physioiaus are watching its effects with much interest. Acircular giv ing the history of its discovery can be ob tained free, by writing to the discoverer. Human bones are shipped from Africa to Australia to be used as fertilizers. 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