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3J;ii!c <£ountj> scents. TRENTON, GEORGIA. There are 44,000 deaf mutes in this country who are voters. t “ More than sir million copies of docu ments relating to the tariff,” ac cording to the Chicago News, have been ordered of the Public Printer by mem bers of Congress so far this year. Of that number a million and a half are copies of the President s message, to be used for campaingn purposes by Demo crats and Republicans alike. The rest are speeches delivered by various Con gressmen. This is three times the num ber ever ordered before during a single session. There are 490,000 people in the United States who hold retail licenses to sell cigars and tobacco, and fully 500,000 more are wholesale dealers, or are en gaged in cultivating tobacco. The total number of cigars made in this country during the last year reached the enor mous figure of 3,500,000,000, and of cigar sttes 1,500,000. The manufacture of plug tobacco reached 100,000,000 pounds, and the Government receipts in internal revenue tax on tobacco amounted to $35,000,000. Truly the world moves, philosophizes the New York Graphic, and even Lo. the poor Indian, moves right along with it. Cherokee Indian Council, which has been in session for a week past at Tahle quah in the Territory, is dickering with gigantic stock companies who offer from $150,000 to SIOO,OOO per annum for th« grazing privileges in a portion of the Cherokee reservation. The progenitors of these very Cherokees would have sold twice as much land outright for fifty barrels of whisky and a cartload of mis erable muskets. Two clans of families in the Pre fecture of Yung-How, in Hunan, ( hina, recently fought for the fios-ession of a certain hill, and tweuty-seven were killed. The government thought such a proceeding irregular, and sentenced the leader of the victorious party and fourteen of his followers, with the one ol the defeated who fired the first shot, to decapitation. Several members of the two clans, who took no active part in the row, but encouraged it, were sen tenced to receive one hundred blows each, and the elders of both families were sentenced to eighty blows each, on general principles, for not having pre vented the fight. A British medical journal calls atten tion to an electric prostration recently discussed at a meeting of the Paris Sur gical Society. It was the case of work men at Creusot, where an electric fur nace is used for quickly melting metals. The men suffer greatly from the effects of the intense light, which exceeds a huudred thousand candle power. After one or two hours the workers have a painful sensation in the throat, face, and temples, while the skin becomes copper red in hue, and an eye irritation lasts 48 hours, the discharge of tears being co pious. After five days the skin peels off. All these effects are produced by light alone, no heat being felt. Dark colored glass mitigates the effects some what, but do not entirely prevent them. The latest story of Bismarck, as cabled to the New York Times, describes how he called on the Emperor the other day, and, while waiting in the anteroom, heard voices in the imperial nursery and went in. lie found the little Crown Prince grinding away at a barrel organ, while the two younger Princes were try ing to dance. “Please, Prince Bismarck, come and dance with me,” one of the youngsters. “No, lam too old; I really cannot dance,” said the old gentle man, “but if the Crown Prince will dance I will grind the organ for you all.” When the Emperor opened the door the Chancellor of the German Empire was found grinding away in a high state of pleasure and perspiration. The moral of the anecdote was drawn by his Maj esty, who said that, not content with making three generations of Hohenzol lerns dance to his pipe, Bismarck had already begun with the fourth. The fantastic tale that young Emperor William’s hatred of England, and every thing English, espet rally his mother, is inspired by an English doctor’s respon sibility for his withered arm, is brushed aside by a writer in London Truth , who says: “The left arm is not de formed, but withered, or rather dwarfed; the nerves which vitalize it were sub jected to great and prolonged pressure during birth, so that their conducting power was destroyed. Hence the mus cles of the arm were paralyzed, and be came wasted from want of use, and the limb did not grow with the rest of the body. The responsibility of this rests with the German doctors who officiated on ;he occasion, a fact which partly ex plains the Emperor Victoria’s distrust of native talent. She insisted on Dr. Gream presiding at all subsequent cere monies of the same kind, and outraged Teutons have never forgiven her for this affront to Gorman “science.” •THE GUEST OF THE EVENING.” Good actions are a fruitage ripe and rare That bears not fingering. Let me then be ware To touch with venturous hand this curving branch, Nor lean too heedlessly agninst a tree Thus at its prime o’erladen heavily With golden harvest of a stock so stanch, Lest I by seme rude shock at this light hour Bring down the Virtues in a mellow shower. To drop the figure, friends—let's bo content The guest shall fancy less than we have meant. * Speak not too closely of his special good: That we are here tells more than trumpets could. Our friendship holds his merits as the light Holds the hid rainbow; storm but makes them bright. The modest veil they wear I may not raistf, Lest he should blush to hear, and I to praise, —Robert U. Johnson, in Harper. CONNOR’S INDIAN. BY ANNA PIERPONT SIVITER. Why Mr. Morton opposed the engage ment of his orphan niece and ward, .Nellie Armour, to Kirk Willey, was a puz/ie to all their friends. True, Nellie was rich and Kirk was not; but the young man possessed some things whibh sen sible people esteem much more highly than the ability to put one s signature to a large check. He had an old and honor able family name, a character above re proach, and already an enviable position in his chosen profession—the law. But when Kirk asked Mr. Morton to sanction Nellie’s engagement to him, he met with a flat refusal. Surprised and indignant, the young lover smothered his chagrin enough to ask: “Would anything change your deci sion?” After a little thought Mr, Morton replied: “Yes, when you can show me ten thousand dollars, earn d by your own exertions, you shall have my consent.” The young man left tire room with a heavy heart. Ten thousand dollars! It was not a large sum to some men, but to a young lawyer just entering upon his profession it seemed enormous. Kirk knew that it put years between him and Nellie. “I don’t understand it, Kirk!” Nellie cried, when she heard her guardian’s de cision. “I’m sure I have enough money for us both. What does he mean?” Ah, Nellie, if those keen eyes of your lover could have taken a peep into the big account-books your uncle was bend ing over so wearily while you asked that question, he could ha\e soon told you the meaning. It was just this: Mr. James Morton, the honored, trusted banker, like many another man, was en gaged in stock operations. As it is iu the habit of doing, the market had “gone against him,” in the language of “the street.” Now, Mr. Morton had notonly risked his own capital, but he had also, in violation of the explicit directions of his brother-in-law’s will, used Nellie’s money in the endeavor to “protect” his ' speculations, and lost a large part of it. “If I only had time,” he said to him self, “I could replace the .amount; but Nellie’s fortune passes into hc» wn hands when she marries, and it womdu’t take a man like Kirk Willey long to see through the whole thing. Then I’d have to face exposure and disgrace.” As he mused thus, there wm> a tap at the library-door, and NellieCi.tered in obedience to his “Come.” “Uncle James,” she said, “you have not forgotten to send for my jewels, have , you? Y'ou know Tuesday will be my birthday, and I am to have them then. And”—she hesitated a moment-“and, I suppose Kirk is still a welcome visitor here. Do you know,” she went on, half defiantly, “I’ve a mind to tell him to steal the old diamonds and buy me with the money.” And with a forced laugh and a half cry, Nellie vanished. Then a strange look came into her uncle’s face as he thought: “Yes, the jewels are hers on her birth day. Dear me, if I could only convert them into money in some way, instead of their being locked up, only to be worn on state occasions, how easily I could slip out of all my dirliculties! And it would really make Nellie happier to let her get married. I wonder if I could 1” As Kirk Willey was leaving the Morton residence on the following Monday night, Nellie’s uncle came to the library-door and called him back. “Come in here a moment, Kirk,” he said, pleasantly. “I’ve something to show you.” When the young man, with rather a haughty air, had followed him into the room, Mr. Alorton said, as he closed the door: “Perhaps I was too short with you the other day, Kirk; but you know Nellie is very dear to me, and it seemed only right that I should be sure of your ability to maintain her. However, I’ve been thinking the matter over, and have concluded to reduce the sum to live thou-and dollars. What do you sav to that?” “It will be a great relief to me,” Kirk answered, cordially. “I may be able to raise that amount in a reasonable time; certainly sooner than ten thousand.” “I hope so,” said Mr. Morton. Then, after a pause, he added: “Here is some thing that will interest you. The old family jewels came from the safe deposit company’s this afternoon, and I’ve been looking them over before putting them away. They pass into Nellie’s posses sion to-morrow.” Kirk was deeply interested in the beautiful stones which the banker took, one by one, from their cases. There were flashing diamonds, glowing rubies and modest pearls, with other gems in abundance. For generations the Armours had been adding to the stock, and Nellie was their sole heiress. “I’m sorry I must hurry you,” said Mr. Morton, after young Willey had gazed some minutes at the treasures, “but I’m going to Wilmot to-night, and I hear the carriage co.ning now to take me to the station.” “Are you not afraid to leave these here over night?” asked Kirk. “Oh, no,” Mr. Morton answered, rath er nervously. “They're safe enough. No one knows they are here but you, and if they did, see how securely they are hid den.” * Mr. Morton pulled a strong drawer out of his desk, and then touched a spring which revealed a recess beneath, in which he slipped- the leather case con taining the jewels. “You see this desk is not wood, as it appears, but iron, and it would be prac tically impossible for any one not know ing the secret to open it." Both men then left the house and en tered the waiting carriage. They had driven only a few feet beyond the gate, when Mr. Morton exclaimed: “John! stop a minute! I must get my cane. I left it tc day in the arbor.” “Let mu get it,” said Kirk, rising from his seat. “No, no!” his companion cried, a lit tle more energetically than the occasion seemed to require. “I can fiud it in the dark better myself. Wait here.” As he sprung out of the carriage, Kirk leaned back, and, moved by a sudden impulse, watched his retreating form through the little rear window until he entered the arbor. Suddenly young Willey started nervously. Sure that shadow that lay in the moonlight, clear cut a 3 a silhouette, did not belong to Mr. Morton. There was a curious bend in the shoulders, and instead of a frock coat, the man in the arbor wore a short jacket, and the face showed no beard. A minute later the shadow vanished, and Mr. Morton returned to the carriage. “Was there any one in the arbor?” Kirk inquired, as soon as the banker was seated. liis question was evidently unexpect ed, for Mr. Morton exhibited a little perturbation as he replied : “No! Why?” Kirk told him of the shadow, when he laughed and said: “Scared at a shadow, Kirk? I gave you credit for stronger nerves than that. But here’s your corner. Good-night.” “Good night, Mr. Morton.” When the banker returned next day, Nellie greeted him w.th a frightened face. “Some one has been in the house, uncle,” she said, “and your desk was opened.” She followed him to the library, where a hurried search revealed what she had feared. Her precious jewels were gone. “Who could have taken them?” she cried, aghast. Then wondering at the quiet way iu which her uncle took the loss, she said: “Vou suspect some one?” “ Yes,” he answered, as if repeating a scarcely learned speech. “My child, these jewels were taken by some one who knew just where they were hidden, just haw to open the desk, just how to enter-the house. There is only one per son besides myself who possesses this in formation. 1 showed the gems to Kirk Wiley last” “ Uncle!” interrupted the girl, the in dignation and horror in her voice almost compelling him to stop, but he went on: “ What his motives were we can readily guess. One of the stones would sell lor enough money to remove my ob jection to his marriage. Then he needs funds to meet a mortgage on his home-- stead. He probably reasoned that the jewels would all come into his possession some day, and he was only taking them a little sooner.” “I don’t believe a word of it 1” Nellie exclaimed. “ Kirk is no thief.” “ Well,” her uncle said, “I shall put a detective on the case at once, and I only hope Kirk will be able to clear him self. Meanwhile I shall feel it my duty to have him arrested and searched.” 1 “Oh, uncle!” The girl looked at him in such a white heat of anger as almost seemed to scorch his purpose. “Don’t do that! I \AI never forgive you, never! It would be* in to both him and me.” “Well, Mr. Morton replied, slowly, “if you will promise to hav e nothing more to do with him until I give you permission, I will see the young man, and perhaps I can prevail upon him to return the jewels quietly.” “IM promise anything,” Nellie an swered, desperately, “if you will only not investigate this now. After to-day I will never speak to him again.” Among Kirk Willey’s visitors that morning was old. Jack Connor, who kept a little cigar store in a small house be longing to Air. Mi^fcon. Jack had the name of being rather a and Kirk had once incurred his bitter hatred by figuring as a witness —although an unwilling one—when Connor was charged with selling cigars and tobacco without complying with cer tain formalities prescribed by the United States Internal Revenue laws. “I’ll be even with Willey yet,” he had often declared. And so Kirk was greatly surprised when Connor asked him to make out a deed for the little house he occupied. “I thought Mr. Morton would not sell it,” Kirk remarked. “He’s changed his mind,” Connor re plied, with an evil smile; “we all do that, you know.” Then he left, after saying ha would be in again next day. He had been gone less than ten min utes when Air. Alorton entered. It is needless to repeat what passed at the in terview. Kirk’s amazement and wrath at first knew no bounds. lie denied the charge of stealing the jewels, and de fied proof ; but when Mr. Alorton enu merated his carefully prepared reasons for believing him guilty, and concluded by suddenly leaning forward and taking a diamond stud off the desk, Kirk was dumbfounded. “Here alone,” Air. Alorton said, “is enough proof to convict you. This stud was among the stolen jewels, and here it is in your desk, evidently dropped there in your nervous hurry last night. Now, Willey, for Nellie’s sake I don’t want this made public, nor do I want to be severe with you. * will give you two months in which to prove your inno cence or return the jewels.” Realizing how ruinous even the faint est breath of such a charge against him would be, Alorton's victim was forced to accept the offer, though he could see no way of clearing himself from the impu tation. It seemed to Kirk Willey that the rest of the day was passed in a horrible dream, and night, brought him no com fort, for he could not sleen. There was one star shining through the gloom that enveloped him A little note found its way to his desk, which said: “Kirk, dearest—Nearest, I do not for an instant doubt you. I would marry you to-day to prove it, but lam in uncle’s power. I shall be forced for your sake, my own, to avoid you; but remember, whatever comes, I shall always believe in you and belong to you. Whenever you see me, look at my throat, and if a jeweled fly is among my laces, you will know I am true, loving you dearly, and praying that you may soon es tablish your innocence. “Nsllie.* When Kirk Willey looks back on the month following Mr. Morton’s visit, it seems that it was all a dreadful night mare. How he attended to business at aL he will never know, for only one question interested him: how should he prove his innocence? There seemed no clew to follow. As the days went by and the first month drew to a close, Kirk became al most desperate. Tlis only comfort was that he almost daily met Nellie out walk ing, and always saw beneath her dainty chin the jeweled insect. One night, while walking down the street, he was startled by a shadow cast upon the pavement before him. With a suppressed exclamation he stopped short. He had dwelt so o ten on every incident of the night when the jewels were stolun, that it seemed as though he continually lived it- over. He often thought of the strange shadow he then saw in the arbor. To night he saw again the queer shaped bend in the shoulder, the same short I'coat, the same smooth features. Turning quickly to see the owner of the shadow, he almost stumbled over Jack Connor. With a muttered apology he resumed Lis walk, went home and flung himself on the lounge, quivering with suppressed excitement. “I see it,” he thought,almost audibly. “Only a shadow, but it’s true. Connor went to the house to pay his rent. He watched us through the long windows; he saw the jewels, and saw me leave. When Mr. Morton went back to his cane, Connor dodged behind the arbor. After we were driven away, he secured the plunder. It was the very next morn ing that he offered to buy the house. He knew Mr. Morton would come to my oflice to report the loss, and he managed : to slip that diamond on the desk where I Mr. Morton would find it, and so throw the suspicion upon me. I see, I see! Well, he is to make the first payment on Tuesday, and it will be strange indeed if I do not discover where the money comes from that he does it with.” All the next day Kirk watched the cigar-store, but Connor appeared twice only—once, when he wheeled out his new sign, an immense, gaudily painted wooden Indian, and again when he moved the image back at night. At about nine o’clock, however,Kirk’s vigil was rewarded by seeing the tobacco-dealer leave the house and walk rapidly away. He followed, and, to his great surprise, Connor entered Mr. Morton’s grounds and went straight to the arbor. Kirk crept stealthily forward, but it took him some time to get within earshot without being seen. He succeed ed in secreting himself in the shade of a tree, however, sufficiently close to hear Connor say: “They’ll be ready for you at the shop to-morrow night at tea o’clock.” The man then left, and Kirk hesitated a moment, hardly knowing whom to shadow—the unknown man who re mained in the arbor or Connor; but he finally decided to follow the latter, and hastened after him. He learned nothing new, however, for Connor went directly home. Early next morning Kirk was at the cigar-store, resolved on finding a way to be an unseen witness of the interview between Connor and bis confederate. While lighting his cigar he glanced carefully about, but a survey of the room afforded him no satisfaction. It was perfectly bare of any place of conceal ment. Neither the table at which Connor worked nor the shelves which held his stock in trade offered the slightest facility for hiding; and the windows, he noticed with surprise, were guarded with iron shutters, effectually shutting off all out side scrunity. Thoroughly disheartened, he left the store, and as he did so ran against a man standing by the door. “Beg your pardon!” he ejaculated, mechanically, when a little laugh from some young ladies who were pa-sing re called his wandering wits, and he saw that the object to which he had apologized was the Indian sign. He gazed at it a moment in amused astonishment. Then a sudden look of happy deeision lifted the gloom from his face, and he strode away, after taking another long look at the gaudy chief. That afternoon three young men, all warm friends of Kirk’s, dropped into Connor’s store. As they Were making their purchases one of them exclaimed, looking through the open door at the Indian: “Hello, boys! I’ve got an idea for the fancy-dress party. That Indian’s Kirk’s very image. I’m going to get him to have a costume like it, hatchet, cigars and all.” “Foronce your idea does you credit,” replied one of his friends. “Let’s take the Indian right down to the costumer’s, and get a suit exactly like it.” “ ’Deed you won’t,” Connor inter posed. “That statoo cost me a pretty figure, and 1 won’t have it banging around town.” “Oh, come, Ccnnor, I’ll leaves twen ty-dollar bill with you as security that it’s returned ajj right by nine o’clock to-night, and pay you a couple of dol lars for the rent of it ” Connor thought this an easy way to make two dollars, and consented; where upon the young men left, laughingly bearing their prize with them. About nine o’clock that night the door of Connor’s room opened to admit a closely muffled man; and he was scarcely inside when three young men, laughing and joking, also rapped* for admittance. “Who’s that?” came from within. “We’ve brought home your warrior. Let us in, Connor!” “Sit it down outside!” growled the latter. “And leave you my twenty dollars! Not much! Come, let us in, Connor. We’ll stay here until we fulfill our con tract, and set the image up in his corner. You needn't try to ge' us off without.” There was a minute's delay, and then the door was slowly unbolted. The young men entered, carrying the Indian. They shuffled across the floor and put the figure in its corner. “Now give us our twenty dollars.” After standing the warrior in its place they turned to close their business rela tions with Connor, and to their surprise, saw that the other man was Mr. Morton. “Why, Mr. Morton.” exclaimed one, “we did not dream of you being-here!” “No,” he replied, trviug to laugh,but evidently very much embarrassed; “I had a little matter of business with Con nor, and came down to-night t» attend to it my-elf.” Then there was a good-natured squab ble with Connor over the return of their money, in which they succeeded in get* ting him so excited that he nuvei glanced at his sign. At last, to the in finite relief of Mr. Morton and Jack, the noisy young men left. “Come, hurry up!” Mr. Morton ex claimed, as the door closed behind them; “my nerves seem all unstrung.” A moment later, from beneath the rows of tobacco-ba : es Connors drew out a heavy leather case. As the case was opened, disclosing row after row of glittering gems, it did seem as if a thrill lan through the wooden Indian. As the firelight danced over it, it really seemed as if an eager, intense look came into the painted eyes; and surely, as the men’s attention be came absorbed iu the jewels, the arm of the figure did move! How deceptive shadows are! One could almost have sworn that the bunch of cigars in the wooden hand was re placed by a shining revolver. There! Was there ever a more perfect semblance of motion than when the hatchet in the other hand seemed to slip noiselessly down, and when the stiff wo >ded fingers seemed to grasp a second pistol? Just then Mr. Morton glanced up. “Jack,” he gasped, “that thing’s alive.” “Y"es, alive, Mr. Tdorton.” rang out the clear voice of Kirk Willey; and these pistols are loaded, and ready to help ms prove my innocence of the foul crime you have tried to fasten upon me. Y’ou had Jack Connor steal those ewels and then accused me of the < rime to pre vent my marriage with Nellie. Don’t trouble yourselves to move,'’ he con tinued, as Connor stirred uneasily; “my friends are just outside the door. They don’t know what they are there for, but a few words from me would explain it all. And, Mr. .Morton, for Nellie's sake I would save you this deep disgrace. ” “I\irk, dearest,” said pretty Mrs. Willey to her husband, one day not long after their marriage, “did uncle never tell you how he got the jewels back: ’ “l ollikins,” answered Kirk, as he lifted her dainty chin for a kiss, “was it not enough that he gave you to me im mediately, and asked our pardon so humblyr What do I care how he got them back, seeing that I got you?”— Frank Leslie's. SELECT SIFTINGS. ; Cincinnati’s music hall has a carpet that measures 2600 yards. Two names in the Chicago directory are Weynacht and Whatnot. Irrigation has produced a great crop of mosquitoes at Los Angeles, Cal. A Japanese reporter collects news, but does not in any case write it. He tells what he knows to news writers. The other day an Indiana Judge de cided that a man who was being rotten - egged was justified in shooting to kill. At the time of the battle of' Gettysj burg the Lnion army numbered 800,000 men, the Confederate army about 350,- 000. A pipe smoked by General Ja kson while he was President was recently pre sented to the New England Historical Society. The largest watermelon raised in Georgia this year was grown in Reuben Jones’s patch, near Albany. It weighed seventy pounds. Fifty cents’ worth of land in Lenois County, N. C., has already occasioned S2O of costs in a suit over a variation of eighteen inches in auold boundary line. Arore than 2000 sea shells have been brought to Tam; a, Fla , to be used in the foundation of its big new hotel, and two vessels are at work increasing the quantity. A schooner has brought to Boston a fish weighing 175 pounds, caught in deep sea fishing, that no one can name. It is almost as broad as long, bright red and covered with silver spots. Pontiac, Alich., will provide gold rings, marriage license, minister, lia ks and two pairs of shoes to the unsophis ticated pair who will agree to be mar ried on the county fair grounds. Samuel Wolff, of Jersey City, N. J., was born in Afarch 1, 1850; married Alarch 1, 1868; had a daughter born Alarch 1, 1869; she married Alarch 1, 1887, and gave birth to a boy Alarch 1, 1888. There are about 1200 places of wor ship in London, of wtiich 500 belong to the Church of England, DO to Weslyans and Alethodists, 120 to Independents, 140 to Baptists, fifty to Roman Catholics and about 200 to various other religious sects. A tribe in the palm region of the Amazon, in South America, cradles the young in palm leaves. A single leaf turned up around the edges by some native process makes an excellent cradle, and now aud then it is made to do ser vice as a bath tub. .bohn Roll, residing in Redmon, 111., is the owner of a horse that is twenty hands high, weighs 2500 pounds, and is said to be the largest horse in the world. It is five years old, never was off Roll’s farm, never has been broken, and has never been shod. The blacksmith at .Redmon is afraid to shoe the horse. John T. Andrews, of Knoxville, Ga., has a Panama hat that was worn by his father to the Georgia Legislature, of which he was a member in lc4o. The hat has been worn constantly for forty eight years by the different members of the Andrews family, and yet it is sound, there being no hole in it, aud no breaks of any consequence. A young woman on her way home from chi rch in Mentone, Ind., recently, was caught in a thunder shower and struck by lightning. Though terribly frightened she managed to reach home. On examination she found that the fluid had bent two of the hairpins on her head and actually melted one, but she was not injured a particle. A small skye terrier displayed a heap of good sense at a big tire in Cincinnati the other afternoon. While prowling around his hair caught fire. It was slowly burning, and the dog was about to be turned into a roast, when a hose burst. The poodle saw it, and made a dash for the stream, into which he jumped, extinguishing the fire. _____ “J. Loadstone,” the lady florist of Llanelly, Wales, is about to start a Bch 00l of horticulture for gentlewomen as a means of livelihood, as well as to gratify a pleasant, healthful hobby. HOUSEHOLD AFFAIRS. “ Sen Weed Decorations. Various decorative u-es for the sea weeds which the coming months afford an opportunity to visitors to the seaside to collect are suggested by Decor it and ' Furnisher. They may be used on the lids and sides of glass caskets, borders aud eveu foregrounds to water and color painting, and on picture and even mir ror frames, meanwhile, until visitors re turn home, being keptia a scrap book. When collected they are dried between blotting paper aud then washed with mastic gum dissol ed in turpentine, which gives them a fresh appearance. They arc a fixed to the leaves of a scrap book, which should have a flexible back, by means of gum, and may eas.ly be de tached by dampening the reverse side ol the leaves. Very charming monograms and various fane fill designs may be formed with sea-weeds. They make ex cellent borders for the outside surface of the glass aquariums. To Clean White or Very Light Silks. Take a quart of lukewarm water and mix with it four oun es of soft soap, four ounces of honey, ant. a good-sized wineglass of gin. Unpick the silk and lay in widths on the kitclmn table. Then take a perfectly new common scrubbing brush, dip it in the mixture, and rub the silk firmly up and down on both sides, so as to firmly saturate it. Rin-se it in cold water twice, until free from soap, and hang it on a clothes-horse to drain until half dry; then iron it with a piece of thin muslin between, it and the iron, or it will be marked on the ironed side. Keep the silk quite smooth when on the table, so that every part may come under the brush. White silk requires a little blue in the water. Silk stockings should be carefully washed iu water that is neither hot nor cold. Any pure white soap will do, and the stockings should be dried on wooden frames made for the purpose. White silk handkerchief? must be quickly washed in a lather ol pure white soap, to which a squeeze o! bbie, with a spoonful of salt, has been added, to prevent the color from run ning.—Family Herald. Canning Fruits. The process of canning the different kinds of fruit covers but little, except in the time required fdr cooking them and the quantity of sugar used. None but perfectly souud, well ripened fresh fruits should be put up. They may be canned with or without sugar, but we think the use of a little sugar adds greatly to the flavor. For canning fresh fruits, they should never be cooked sufficiently long to de stroy the natural flavor, thoroughly heat ing oeiug all that is necessary. A r-tight glass jars should be filled with the fruit while they are hot, and then quickly sealed. The jars should be well heated before filling. Alter tilling the jars and screwing on the tops, they should be set in a warm place, where the air will not strike them, until morning, when the tops may be screwed tighter. The jars may then be wiped and put in a cool, dark closet. They should be examined from time to time, and if any signs ol fermentation are visible, the fruit should be opened and recorked. Large fruits, as soon as pared, should be thrown in cold water to present dis coloring. and then boiled ,in clear water, to which may be added a little alum. When tender take up aud boil live min utes in syrup. It is best to cook only enough to fill two or three jars at a time. The jars should be heated and every thing in readiness as soon as the fruit has boiled. The work should be done as quickly as possible. Small fruits are improved by being sugared an hour or two before cooking, if a little alum is added to the sy sup, they will be clear and keep their shape. If too much juice is in the kettle for the quantity of fruit to be canned, it maybe used for jelly. If these directions are followed, success in canning will be sure.— Courier-Journal. Recipes. Potato Scallops. —Boiland mash the potatoes soft with a little milk or cream. Beat up light with melted butter—a des sertspoonful for every pint of the potato —salt and pepper to taste. Fill some patty-pans or buttered scallop shells with the mixture and brown in the oven when you have stamped a pattern upon the top of each. Glaze while hot with buttei and serve in the shells. Newmarket Pudding. —One pint of grated bread, one quart of milk, one cup . of sugar, oue tablespoonful of butter, and the yolks of four eggs. Soak the bread crumbs one hour in the m lk, then add the other ingredients and bake. When it is done spread a layer of jelly over the top, then cover with a meringue - made with the whites of the eggs and half a cup of sugar. Brown slightly. Lemon Puffs. —Powder ana sift pound and a quarter of loaf sugar and' mix with it the jgrated rind of two fresh lemons. Whisk the whites of three eggs to a stiff froth, and add to it grad ually the sugar and grated lemon. Make a thick paste, whisking thoroughly. Cut* into pieces of the desired shape, hand ling the paste as little as possible. Place on oiled white paper, and bake on tins in a moderate oveu for eight or ten min utes. Cherry Cake. —Beat up one quarter of a pound of castor sugar with the yolks of ten eggs for quite twenty minutes, add one quarter pound of blanched and cirt-up almonds, then one raid a half ounces bread crumbs and well whisked whites of five eggs; when well beaten to gether put iu a shallow cake tin; take about half a pint of cherries, fresh or bottled (if the latter lay them first on a sieri till quite dry i drop them into the cake and put the tin at once into the oven and bake for three quarters oi an hour. The Briefest of Wills. One of the shortest wills on record is that of John F. De Hart, which is among the testaments on file in the Register s office, and reads as follows: Philadelphia, February 23, 18 ? ,5, r" Everything I own I give to inv wife, Lizzie- John F. De Hart. The instrument was executed on leb ruary 22, 1885, by Mr. De Hart, "ho died three days later. It is wntfen oaW scrap of paper, evidently toimr from a well-used memorandum bookwthe sig na ture of the decedent written twice, the first one being / itker md‘ 9 ’ tinct. The value of the restate le“ "h Mr. De Hart was s7*). philaddph lo ( R evixl.