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llatlc <f omitii TRENTON. GEORGIA. Mines of mica, said to be more profita ble than gold, are now in course of largo development near Moscow, Idaho. The terms of twenty-six United Statet Senators—thirteen Democrats and thir teen Republicans will expire next March. It is stated that there are <>oo,ooo mea in Illinois between the ages of sixteen and forty, of whom 0n5,000 are not mem bers of the Evangelical churches. The announcement is made that the British Empire is about to annex a large section of Central Africa containing a population of 12,000,000 and great tiade possibilities. Two dogs have been decorated foi bravery and fidelity by the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals in Paris. One saved its mistress P~*u a burglar, and the other its mas' from drowning. John Johnson, of New Hampshire, gave $14,000 in cash out of his pocket five years ago for a Fourth of July cele bration at Concord. It was a big one and a grand one, and he has been at work on a farm for $lB per month ever since. Georgia’s Commissioner of Agricul ture, Henderson, thinks that the Span ish peanut will revolutionize the State’s husbandry, as by means of it the farmers can raise cheaply more than all the meat they use, and for which they now send millions to the Northwest. This is Presidential year in several American republics besides the United States. Mexico will soon have its Presi dential election, and General Diaz will be elected for a third term. Ecuador, has had its election; so has Venezuela. Bolivia also elected a president recently, or is supposed to have done so. Mr. Alphonse Lenomand, a French en gineer residing in Orizaba, Mexico, has succeeded in making of gurapo, the fermented cane juice, a red wine in imi tation of Bordeaux, a white wine resem bling Sauterue, and a species of cognac, which if developed promises an impor tant industry in the future for the State. It appears that besides having ships with no guns, England has cavalrymen with no horses. For example, the Third Begiment of Household Cavalry has but 800 horses for 1000 men, and 17,000 dragoons and hussars have but 10,- 000 horses. In the German army the usual proportion is 1000 horses to 700 men. A new State is about to be admitted to the sisterhood of nations. Letters patent have been granted to “The Brit ish East African Company,” giving them full power to erect and maintain a gov ernment, with taxes and army. It lies north of the German East African Soci ety, near Zanzibar, and includes some of the finest land in Central Africa. “Greece is lamenting the sad fate of the famous brigand chief, Nico,” says the New York Sun, “who, with nine of his men, has just been killed in a fight with soldiers. Nico’s best known exploit was the capture, a few years ago, of Colonel Singer, for whom he obtained a ransom of SBO,OOO. Since then tourists have been shy, and civilization has advanced in Greece, so that Nico’s life of late ha 8 not been all beer and skittles.” The railways of the United Statbj, if placed continuously, would reach more kthan half-way to the moon, Thomas Clarke declares in Scribner'i wNagazine. Their bridges alone would reach from New York to Liverpool. Notwithstanding the number cf acci., dents we read of in the daily papers, statistics show that less persons are killed annually on railways than are killed annually by falling out of win dows. The commercial travelers of this country now number over 250,000, and reach in their journeyings every town and hamlet in this country: they are the greatest distributers of goods, shipping about 300,000,000 tons out of 400,000,- 000 tons now carried yearly by the rail roads, and they spend over $1,750,000 per day, or about $382,000,000 pet traveling year of nine months, which is distributed among the carriers, hotels, shop-keepers and producers. Indian slavery is said by the New York Sun, to have replaced African lavery in Brazil. .Mr. Wells, a great Brazilian traveler, says that “in the wildest regions of the tributaries of the Amazons bands of India-rubber gather ers carry on an iniquitous traffic with many Indian tribes, from whom they acquire captives from other tribes. The lawlessness of their proceedings is fully admitted by the Brazilian Government, but over the vast areas in the distant regions thr mgh which they roam it is absolutely impossible to maintain any check over them.” The Mikado of Japan is disappointed in his queer-eyed subjects. They failed to appreciate the liberal edicts by which he granted them freedom of press and permission to do as they liked. The press devotes itself principally to poking fun at the Royal Family, and the people have been industriously forming them selves into all kinds of sa red societies, which his Majesty considers objection able. Now the press has been re muzzled, the societies have been broken up, and the Mikado announces that he will resume his line of conduct as a well meaning despot. The new steel ferryboat Robert Gar rett, of the Staten Island Rapid Transit Company, recently constructed in Balti more, and already placed on the route between New York to Staten Island, li the largest in the world. The boat is 236 feet long. 30 feet beam and 14 feet depth from her lower deck. The en gines have an aggregate of 1500 horse* power. It is said that she can carry 5000 passengers, if need be, and that she will make the trip between New York and Staten Island in seventeen minutes. On her trial trip she developed a speed of eighteen miles. The statistics of the production of coal in the United States for the year 1887, prepared by Charles A. Ashburner, havs been issued by J.W. Powell, Director of the United States Geological Survey. From these statistics it appears the total production of coal was 123,965,255 short tons, valued at the mines at $173,530,- 996. Of the above, 39,506,255 tons were anthracite, valued at $79,365,244, the remainder being bituminous, brown, lignite, etc. It appears that coal is found in about thirty different States and seven Territories. The little State of Rhode Island supplies 6000 tons of coal. While a large number of persons are fighting very hard to keep living China men out of this counlry, the Chinamen themselves have gone practically to work to get all the dead Chinamen out of it and to have them buried in the, to them, sacred soil of Eastern Asia. This big task has been undertaken by the Six Companies of California and their rep resentatives in New York. Three mem bers of these companies have been in the latter place directing the arrangements for the disinterment of the Chinamen buried in the vicinity of the metropolis. These will number about 400, and all are buried in Evergreen Cemetery. In his interesting articles on the cost of the production of wheat Mr. Edward Atkinson, the eminent statistican, says that Dakota is capable of producing on one-sixth of her area all the wheat re quired for consumption by the popula tion of Great Britain and Ireland. This statement, on first reading, seems im probable. But Dakota is 350 miles in breadth and 450 in length. The area ol this magnificent territory is over 95,.* 000,000 acres, and one-sixth of this could produce, at the present average yield per acre, nearly 240,000,000 bushels of wheat--more than enough to< give bread to all the people of the United Kingdom. Professor Lodge, an Engli-h electri cian, has arrived at the conclusion that lightning rods are almost wholly useless. He is satisfied that the ordinary light ning rod has no protective zone, and that a house may be struck though equipped with a rod having perfect con nections. He thinks there is no means of guaranteeing immunity from light ning stroke, but that the danger may be minimized, not by the employment of high lightning rods and a few stout con ductors, but by fitting the eaves and roofs of buildings with barbed wire,and connecting the wire in a great number of places with the earth by iron wires of comparatively small sections. In the narrow, South American valley, where the Amazon takes its rise among the Peruvian Andes, a woman was re cently burned to death because the populace believed her to be a witch. The town of Pataz, which has thus dis tinguished itself, says the Times-Demo crat, lies on a well traveled valley road, is big enough to figure on the maps and in the gazetteers, and from the moun tains on the west the intelligent citizens must be almost able to see the railroad that has straggled into the neighboring valley north of them. As the stone age of human existence, however, still holds sway in some parts of the world, it is probably a little too early to expect that witches will everywhere take a back seat. A false impression prevails in many quarters,declares the Globe Democrat, that the Mormons pretend to still possess the golden plates found by Joseph Smith in the Hill of Cumorah. This is no such thing. They have only the testimony of the witnesses—the last of whom, David Wliitmer, died recently in Mis souri—that they saw and handled the plates, and it is their testimony which has given such strong substantiation to the statements of Joseph Smith. The first prophet held the plates only long enough to transcribe their contents, read ing them as he did by means of Urim and Thummim. After that the plates dis appeared as mysteriously as they had come into existence, and no living fol lower of Joseph Smith now knows any thing about them. “IF PEACE AND LOVE WERE ONE." SwMtheart, if Peace and Love were one, How golden bright, from sun to sun, The summer hours would come and go, So darkened now with fear and woe — If Peace and Love were onel Ah! why, beneath the changing sky, When Love pursues, doth fair peace fly, And at the portal of the heart When young Love knocks,doth Peace depart, Beneath the changing sky? Yet if we ’twixt the twain must choose, If either Peace or Love must lose, Shall we not cry: “Come, Love, with Pain, Though never Peace return again!- - If ’twixt the twain we choose? Alas! not till Life sighs, “Adieu!’' Not till the red rose-bloom is through, Comes Peace to lie upon Love's breast, With roses white to crowu his rest — Not till Life sighs, “Adieu.” —Katharine Williams, in Harper's Weekly. A HERO OF THE ELIZZARD. BY MAKOAKET E. 6ANGBTER. A two-headed, freckled-face little fel low, with no beauty in his thin cheeks, high forehead or long upper lip, but with a pair of great blue eyes, which looked fearlessly out upon the world in which he was a lonely waif. Abe’s father and mother had both died during an epidemic in a far off southern town, and he had been tossed from hand to hand ever since, finding seven homes, such as they were, in as many years. At present he was not with relatives, though ’Squire Holbrook’s sister-in-law had been a distant connection of his step aunt, but the boy found himself rather better off with stxaugers than he had been when with his own kith and kin. At no time since his orphanhood had he been made to feel less frequently that he was a burden and an expense, eating people out of house and home, wearing out clothes faster than hands coulu make them, costing more than he was worth. Had there not been a fountain of sweet waters somewhere in the boy’s nature, he must have grown bitter and hard in the years during which he had been nagged at by this aunt and scolded by that uncle, sent supperless to bed by one task mistress and shamed before com pany by another, treated, in fact, as no sensitive child ever ought to be during the growing and developing period ol life. But .Mrs. Holbrook, good,motherly soul, into whf se harbor of peace the Eoor little lad had drifted, by a series of appenings, declared up and down that no better boy had ever come into our house, and, thanks to her gentle words and her brooding care, Abe was begin ning to lose the unehildlike. look which had distressed the kind woman s heart. There are women who have a genius for nursing hurt and timid things, pet ting and cossetting, coaxing unthrifty plants into greenness and bloom, and bringing out the best that is in even un lovely natures. It was a happy day for Abe when Mrs. Holbrook took him under her wing, praising his neat ways, makihg him briny tho lv-iiil 100 -ono to li«r that she might coach him a bit before he went to school, and taking pity on the arms which were too long for his jacket, and the legs which were in advance of his trousers. o, The day when Mrs. Holbook took Abe town with her, driving straight to the door of the principle tailor and buying a whole new suit lor the twelve-year old lad, who had been clothed for seven years in other people’s leavings, was a l lay to be remembered life, marked with a white stone. of pride and self-respect which came over the lad s soul was so great and distinct that he seemed to grow an inch taller on the spot. “He’ll never be handsome, Ma Hoi brook!” said ’Squire, impartially, sur veying the erect figure as the boy went cheerily whistling across the yard that evening. “ No matter, Pa Holbrook! ” she an swered. “ The boy’s clear grit, and I in tend to make a man of him if care and kindness will do it.” The Holbrooks had children of their own, Libbie and Mattie, Johnnie aud Jamie, Freddie and Faith. Perhaps it was because the nest was already crowded that they had room for an odd birdling. At all events, Abe found him self cosy and happy in the busy, bust ling household, and he helped Mrs. Hol brook with all his might. Up at peep of day, bringing in chips and kindling, lighting fires, feeding the chickens, washing the dishes, doing something for somebody every hour, Abe certainly did enough. Mrs. Holbrook said to the neighbors, pay for his keeping twice over. She could not stand between him and the world, however. The teacher who had come to Brooklyn by the same stage which brought Abe, had been a bound boy himself in his time, and in conse quence had become a violent aristocrat. He seemed to take positive delight in snubbing Abe. “Depend upon it,” he said to Mrs. Lu cas, the Holbrooks’ next neighbor, ‘ ‘blood will tell! Nobody knows the anteced ents of that little fellow. He probably comes of bad stock. I deem it my duty, madam, to keep a watchful eye on boys of that stamp. Anything wrong, cropping out in that direction, shi 1 be nipped in the bud, madam, nipped in the bud.” And Mr. Stone waved his hand as if it held an imaginary cane, and set his lips with an air which would have boded no good to an unfortunate victim of his wrath. Mrs. Lucas, a vinegar-faced woman, given to scolding and slappiug her own children, listened and approved. “Them Holbrooks, oae and all, would be better children if they were not so dretfully spoiled,” she remarked, with an acid expression; “but, law me! the whole set of them hasn’t had as much whippin’, all put together, as my Maria Jane in the last year. It shows the lack o’ trainin’, Mr. Stone. Go there when you will and there’s laughin’ and shoutin’ and carryin’ on in that house Irt to wake the dead. Nothin' like the quiet times here. Keep on with that seam, > aria Jane! If it isn’t done as it should be you'll have to pick every stitch out, and be switched into the bargain. No cross looks, miss, Ee pleasant, or I’ll know the reason why. You mark my words, Mr. btone, Mis’ Holbrook will make you treat Abe same as you tieat her own children, she’s that eccentric and unrea sonable!” Tnis proved to be the case. The Hol brooks permitted no beating to be ad ministered upon anybody who belonged to them, but so far as slight and sharp words and coldness could wound, Mr. Stone did his best to make Abe under stand that he need expect no favor from him. But there was good stuff in the boy, and he did not bear malice nor waver in his determination to get an education if he could. That Mr. Stone’s help was grudgingly given did not make it less valuable. One of those periods of trial-which sometimes come upon families fell to the lot of Mr. Holbrook, when the late winter was lingering in the snowy fields and on the windy prairies. First, Mr. Holbrook was down with rheumatism, six weeks of it, and it taxed the pa deuce of the whole house to wait on him. Then the youngest, Fay, had the measles, and 4 rank followed in her wake with whooping-cough. Finally, Ma Holbrook herself came to the end of her strength, could not get up one day, consented to let erself be swathed in hot flannels and aosed witli herb teas, and was told by the doctor that she had a narrow shave from having pneumonia. She groaned and moaned, but being a sensible woman, made up her mind to stay in bed until she was able to leave it in comfort. Abe, meantime, was the swiftest, soft est-footed, most thoughtful of attend ants, always ready to help, never in the way. Even Mrs. Lucas, coming in to lend a hand, as a neighbor might, found herself obliged to confess that there was good in the boy. “He does show gratitood, that’s a fact,” she confided to her husband. “Why, he acts as if he right down loved Mrs. Holbrook!” “Sure, now!” ejaculated Mr. Lucas. “Well, Sarah, Mrs. Holbrook’s amighty pleasant kind of woman, you know.” “Humph!” said Mrs. Lucas. Mrs. Holbrook was not yet out of her room when one gray morning the chil dren, Abe excepted, set out for school. Away in the distant horizon there was a gathering cloud, lying low, and looking as though it meant a storm by-and-by. Abe saw that the children had on their wraps and their overshoes, that nobody forgot a lunch basket, that Marne's veil was tied carefully and Libbie's books were strapped together. The children had been gone an hour or more, and a peaceful stillness had set tled on the house, when Frank, who owing to whooping cough was quaran tined from school, exclaimed: “I say, Abe, how black the sky is! Look out, will you?” “Hus-sh-st!” said Abe, pointing to the half open door of the mother’s chamber. “Don’t disturb your ma, Frank. She’s asleep! Hallo! It looks like a bliz/ard!” The pale face under the tow hair turned a shade paler, as Abe discovered the signs of a coming tempest. It was growing wilder every moment. The wind was rising, all the sky was darken ing. The cloud grew bigger every Sec ond. Snow would be here directly. Even the giddy Frauk knew the dread ful meaning of the term blizzard. “Oh! Abe,” he whispered, “I wish pa and the children were at home!” At that moment pa drove into the yard, called Abe to help him. and the two be gan to get old Brindle and Bonnie Bess into safe quarters from the coming storm. “I hope to goodness that fellow Stone will know enough to let the children come home before the snow begins to fall,” ejaculated Mr. Holbrook, anx iously. “Wouldn’t I better go after them, sir?” inquired Abe. “I can’t spare you, sonny, theie's too much to do here,” replied Mr. Holbrook, bustling about aud preparing quarters for the cattle to stand a blockade, if need should be. Twenty minutes later the snow came down, whirling in great gusts, every snow crystal sharp as the point of a knife, and the putts and hustling clouds obscuring the air, so that you could not see an inch before you. The tinkle of a bell was heard from the house, and Abe ran in to find .Mrs. Holbrook sitting up in bed aud anxious ly calling for her husband. She had rung the bell at her side several times before it had been heard. “Pa!” she exclaimed, when the ’Squire hurried in, “either you or Abe must go for the children; they will never find the way home. And tell Becka to make fires all over the house, and to keep hot water, plenty of it, and be ready to make coffee the very moment they come home. I’m worried half to death,father. Never mind anything else. Go for the children.” When Mr. Holbrook started he found that his wife was right. The powdery snow, fine as Hour, made a drifting wall of whiteness everywhere. Voices came through this as voices do in fog,but you could not see your neighbor forty rods away. And the cold grew steadily more stinging, bitter, pitiless. It was with a feeling of great joy as he had never known when in the mid-d of his terror a familiar sound came to him. “Papa! papa!” “Fay, my baby!” answered the strong man, stooping in the direction of the voice, and gathering a shivering bundle in his arms. “The rest are here, papa; we’re all close together,” the child assured him, and so relieved, the father turned to wards home, seeing the place half by in stinct and half by the glimmer of the lamps which, by .Mrs. Holbrook’s orders, had been lighted and set in every win dow. At home, and in the door, such a stamping and shouting and hurrahing went on for a moment that you would have thought the whole family mad. Then followed a silence, and a bewil dered, frightened pause. “Libbie is missing! Don’t tell your mother!” was Mr. Holbrook's cry. But there in the doorway, wrapped in a great shawl, an eager face looking out from an enfolding “nubia,” the mother was already standing, counting her darlings. Fay was crying with the cold. The others looked pinched and blue. Abe was tugging at Mattie’s leggings and Becka, with her round Norwegian face redder than usual, was hastening to get the coffee made. “Libbie! Libbie! M here is my little Libbie?"’ called the mother, distractedly. Somebody must find her! She will perish in this storm!” “She may be with Maria Lucas,” be gan Frank, hesitatingly, but nobody took any notice of him. “I will find Libbie, V s. Holbrook.” said a quiet vnjf.', and Abe faced her with resolution in the steady blue eyes. He was dressing as he spoke, putting on his great frieze coat and the Arctic over shoes, buttoning well up on the legs to ward the knee. How Mrs. Lucas had sneered at the pampering of an orphan when these shoes and that overcoat had first made their appearance. “I will go, too,” said Mr. Holbrook, lighting a lantern and taking a great coil of rope. “I wish I could! I wish I could,” moaned the r her, feeling bitterly that women could only stay at home and pray at such crises as these. Oh, the prayers which mothers send from full hearts when their dear ones are in peril, bring ing angels to their aid. Can we doubt it? But as the song says: The waiting time, my brothers, Is the hardest time of a'L Hours passed. The neighborhood was in a tumult. Over the hoarse voice of the storm came the cries of men and women, the blowing of whistles, the confusion of the bells. The church bells were tolled, hour by hour. Now and then a joyous shout told that .some one was brought home. The cold grew more intense. There was no abatement of the storm and snow. Finally Mr. Holbrook came back alone and beaten out. “1 lost Abe,” he said, “but I think the boy will find Libbie. No, Becka, I’ll take the brandy flask with me. If theyr’e alive they’ll need a stimulant. Have a bed ready for them both, and warm blankets.” He went away again, this time accom panied by a score of his friends walking ten abreast, with a rope held in every hand that the line might not be broken. Back and forward, calling, searching, they fought with the wind, but daylight came, and no Abe, no Libbie! Mr. Stone, who had reached shelter early and shown no disposition to aid the rescuing parties, declared that he had dismissed the scholars in the very beginning of the snow and thought it strange that any of them had failed to get home in safety. Forhispart, hehad had enough of Dakota and should leave as soon as the railroads were open. In the early dawn, when the rescuers were almost ready to abandon the search, there was a joyful cry, taken up and sent from house to house: “found! found! found!” The two children were huddled to gether in the lee of a great drift, the big frieze coat wrapped around them both. They were insensible, but after some hard slapping and rubbing and a few drops of brandy life returned, and they were taken home, Abe badly frozen, but Libbie not much worse. She told how he had caught her up when she was whirling about in the wind like a cnip; and made her walk up and down, for Abe said, mamma, if we went to sleep we’d die! And we were nearly dead when papa and the men cams! The Holbrooks say that Abo shall hereafter be Abe Holbrook, and share their name with their own boys and girls. He shall never have to look for another home while they have a roof over their heads. —Atlanta Constitution. WISE WORDS. A precedent embalms a principle. Be careful. A light heart lives long. Life is a reckoning we cannot make twice over. Impulse can do wonders where prepa ration fails. The most profound joy has more of gravity than gaiety in it. There is no courage but in innocence, no constancy but in an honest cause. Act well at the moment, and you have performed a good action to all eternity. The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them. The man -who has never known ad versity is but half acquainted with him self. Wickedness may prosper for a while; but, in the long run, he who sets all knaves at work will pay them. All that we possess of truth and wis dom is a borrowed good. You will be always poor if you do not posse-s the only true riches. A man of strong character always makes enemies, but because a man has many enemies you cannot be quite sure that he is a man of strong character. Teach self-denial, and make its prac tice pleasurable, and you create for the world a destiny more sublime than ever issued from the brain of the wildest dreamer. A man who possesses every other title to our respect except that of courtesy is in danger of forfeiting them all. A rude manner renders its owner always liable to affront. He is never without dignity who avoids wounding the dig nity of others The best preliminary preparation for even the studies of a specialist is a lib eral edu ation. Such an education con nects him with the wide circle of thought and knowledge, and saves him from narrowness and hobbies. The man who can do one thing best is usually a man who could have done other things well. The Truth About Mocha Coffee. The genuine Mocha coffee comes only from the province of Yemen, a province of Arabia, north of the Gulf of Aden, of which Mocha is the principal place on the sea cost. No coffee is gi;own in Mocha. We believe that something over 10,000 tons of coffee arc annually exported from Mocha, but no small part of it is not the product of Yemen, but is grown in the East Indies and sent to Mocha, whence it is reshipped either as re eived or mixed with the Arabian product. Of the coffee sold under the name of Mocha, both in England and the I nited States, very little is grown in Yemen, home comes from the East Indies, and other portions come from Africa, and even from Brazil. A British writer declares that not a kernel of the best .Mocha coffee ever gets further west than Constantinople. All the best grains are picked out for use nearer home, and only the pale, shriveled, and broken sends are left to reach any foreign shore. —Journal of Commerce. THE MAID ON THE 3EACK. Chiming a dream by the way With ocean’s rapture and roar I met a maiden to-day Walking alone on the shora Walking in maiden wise, Modest and kind and fair, The freshness of spring in her eves And the fullness of spring in her ha Cloud-shadow and scudding sunburst Were swift on the floor of the sea, And a mad wind was romping its worst. But what was their magic to me? What the charm of the midsummer shies ? I only saw she was there, A dream of the sea in her eyes And the kiss of the «;a in her hair, I watched her vanish in space; She came where I walked no more; But something had pas e l of her grace To the spell of the wave and the shore And now. as the glad stars rise, She comes to me rosy and rare. The delight of the wind in her eyes And the hand of the wind in her hair. —London Spectator. HI MOll OF THE DAY. Plane people—The carpenters. A bouncing baby—A rubber dolL A shaky business—Chucking dice. A party organ seldom gets out of tune. A fast horse—The one that is hitched. Old maids are not favorable to ad ages. A well meaning man —One who digit one. The sphere of the weather prophet— Atmosphere. The typewriter is the only woman who takes kindly to dictation. A buckwheat cake and a home run de pend largely upon the batter. A yacht can stand on a tack without swearing. Few men can.— Boston Courier. One would think that most men had struck their calling when they hear the dinner bell. For a man to think he will live for ever is the mistake of a man’s lifetime. — Picayune. When a grocer retires from business he weighs less than he did before. — American Hebrew. It doesn't bother a lawyer to see break ers ahead—that is, if they are law-break ers. — Northwestern. The cat is versatile, and if you give her a chance she’ll become a lap-a-dairy. Yon hers Gazette. An old whaleman, being asked it he admired the harp, said yes, if it was a harpoon. — New York Star. “Throw a big stone at that cat, moth er,” said the sick boy, “or, in other words, ‘Rock me to sleep.’ ” A Gypsy Lore Society has been formed in London. Is there any lower society than a Gypsy, anyhow t — Sittings. Now that the. Sultan of Muscat is dead, what will become of the poor lit tle Muskittens l—New York Di-patch. “Give me a light lunch,” said a travel er in a Russian railway restaurant. And they brought him a tallow candle. — Hotel Mail. Mrs. Upton Flatte —“What are you dusting the furniture with, Bridget ?” Bridget—“Wiv ther dust-pan, mum, what else ?” 1 The war cloud that has been hanging over Europe for several years must be tired by this time. It ought to take a rest.— Siftings. A square meal may be served on a round table without causing a premature explosion of the canons of good taste.— New York Sun. “Shoot folly as it flies” is good enough for a winter quotation. The summer rendition is: “Shoot flies as they follow.”— Life. In his hours of relaxation from work on the motor Mr Keely devotes his t.me to a patent toboggan that will slide up hill.—A lew York Sun. I saw a cow-slip through the fence, A house-fly in a store; I saw a wood-chuck up the road. And a stone-pick on the floor. —Cleveland Herald _ An old man pretending to be reading in a car does not mean to look over hia glasses at the pretty girls opposite. If he does it is an oversight on his part.—» Picayune. The tenor in a fashionable church choir found to his horror that his voice all at once became unpleasantly thick. H« strained it, but without any good effect. —New York Tribune. Dealer—“ That hat’s worth two dollar# and a half, but I will let you, as a friend, have it for two dollars.” Brown—“ All right; but say, the fifty cents goes with the hat, don’t it?”— Life. From His Standpoint: Rutherford (of New Y"ork) “Ever been East before?” Goldgate (of San Francisco) —“Oh, yes! I passed several days in Salt Lake City three years ago.”— Tid-Bits. “What have you m the shape of oranges?” asked a customer at the Com posite Store in a rural town. “Base balls and doughnuts,” was the response. “Which’H you have?” —New York Sun. I)r. Daniel Wilson, of the University of Toronto, has declined a knighthood. He has no intention of giving some irreverent students an opportunity to call him a “Sir cuss.” —New York World. “It is a pity,” said an Irish laborer the other day, as he mopped his brow; “it’s a pity that we can’t have the cowld weather in the summer and the hot weather in the winter.” — Boston Courier. It does not require anything ex traordinary in the way of intellect to shoe a horse, but there is a fortune in store for a man who can shoo a fly so that the little pest will stay shod.— Harper's Bazar. Mabel (a stranger in town) —“Is Maude Hifly a girl who cares very much for style .” Mamie—“ Style? I should think so. Why, they say the affected thing eats her very meals off a fashion plate.— New Haven News. When pretty, pouting lips say “no,” Don’t go And blow Your brains all out to simply show How deep you’re plunged in mental wee And pain. But hid in Cupid’s ambush lie, Nor cry, Nor sigh, Nor say all joy has passed you by, And when a chance is offered, try Again. —Merchant Traveler.