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§cnfincl, IIA III.KM. GEORGIA rt’irt.iPHr.ii nr buy thvusjjay. BAllnrrl «*• >kilx,ln«on. lu*e ■mnmu W)i<'i> f'afherilia <lc M'-ili' i «n» mar ried to Henry II «hc Introduced Into ( Frnroi', with h r <Ol nipt and ifT 'iiiii ati followi r», n Kvi't'-in of rpicur< inbin that had bun confined to Italy. J*ni. then Itecamr the centre of artirtie <<>ok* mid cooking, and ha* <ontinu>*l no i, tier *in< e—a ]* riod of more than thru- crti ttiric*. It ha* taught no inio h of the modern world to cook, hm mnt *o many of it* cook* abroad on high culinary ini *ion*, that other otic* u»n now < mi, with it in what it i* prone to la-liive b. e*clu«ive sjiei (alt v Tx the matt' i of |H'ri|Ui*it<'* in Er" land the nil"* with the tervanta arc strictly obo rred. The valet get* hi* discount on the tailor’*, hatter'* and lax tmak< I 3 * It tie- <• >k, on tin: but< her'*, fishmonger'* and green gro cer*; th< butler on the wine*: he, too, ha* the empty bottle*, *o that there can be no economy by retaining or returning them. The coachman i* entitled to the porciuiaito on forage, a* well a* on the hire of carnage* and hot*'*, and in Lon don niorl jieople hire nt )<■**! their horse*, leaving their own in the country. Charlo* Hmith, who ha* been iin )*>*ing on the credulity of the ]aop|o of f'entml and Southern Missouri by organ izing *< eret religion* lodge* under the preteiiM' of having viaion* nnd the gift of prophecy, him la < n arreated and placed in jail nt Wnrn-n-burg. The “Star of Heaven," tho high rounding title of the religion* order Smith ha* founded, and which he claimed was to be the son runner of the millennium, hu* bee n jollied by great numbers of dupe* who have bee n led to believe that they will never «eo either death or sicknes*. Branches of tho order have linen estab lished In a half-dozen countie* of the atate, and it i* Mild that he ha* managed to fleece hi* follower* out of considerable money. A Bi tiMicaE gun belonging to e x King Thccbaw, which i* shortly to be sent to the Quean, was regarded a* an oracle by the dethroned monarch. The cannon is about tho size of an eighteen pounder, and i» probably made of bronze, but it la now gilded, nnd stand* on a gilt car riage under a gilded dome. When going to war Thecbnw nlwny* consulted the gun under the auspice* of a pAiwngyre or priest, who JKiurcd a buttle of wine into the mouth of the piece. If the King wa* to be victorious, the gun would re tain the wino; if he wiw to be defeated, the wine would Im returned. When war wa* Imminent w ith England, Tliecbaw duly consulted hi* oracle, but to his hor ror, the gun ca*t forth the wine at once, the alarmed phoonyyee who probably had an inkling how little chance hi* ina-tcr ran of *u< <■<■«* declaring that a nut or spirit wa* at work. The idea i* general that a very long time is necessary to divelop a nation. Byron inform* us that “a thousand year* scan e nerve* to form a state." Still, if tlic statement* of a Scotchman residing at Nukualofa, Tonga island*, In- true, a nation “withall the modern improve ment*" hi* been created there in tho short space' of twenty five year*, chiefly by the exertion* of one individual. Till* gentleman writes to the Glasgow 7/rhi/il that there are now living on tho Tonga island*, which arc situated in the South Pacific ocean, idiout a thousand tnlle* nortlu i-t of New Z' lilan i, persons who, in their childhood, ate human flesh. Less than a emtury ago most of the peo ple were cannibal*, while all of them were savage, cruel and degraded. To day the people arc ]H'*ceablc, industrious, refined am) gvmndly well* educated. Th y owe their conversion and prxMiit enlightenment to the missionaries. 1 ill.. Tlx fiftei nth annual r> port of the N, w Yi rk city miss >n s«i, ty say*: “There an chuii he*, chajiel* and missions of nil kinds in the city ot N. w York, with accommodations for 375,000 |iervon*. The amount annually required for minis ters’salaries and the i rdimiry running ct|«-ii»i» of the churches is < stimated nt $3,000,000. The pnt. slant places of worship numls-i 3’.'* and w ill aceiunmo date 973,000 pcnvns, of whom it is csti niattsl $3,400 ar communicant*. There are 41b Sunday schools, with a member whip of 113,836; »f th, se 350 are I’n tes tatit, with all at*, :.dame of Then are iu New York mote than ;>oo religious and charitable societies; it is cst mated that these soviet istwviv. and disburse aunitnlh $4,000.0 I >. la Lon don tb.< iv '. uOi I.arita’oi.' institutions, with «n *;-' tvgnte annual income of Bcwrly til.Wi'.eoil. But wb n the age, •.(card w< ct of 1. nlott are taken in to account New Y :k coui|>ure< very favorably w ith it in this res «-t. Indeed, New You may well pride 1 i rsi-if on her charities, mauy of which are sustained by religion* devotion. Tuuuc are said to be six hundred American girls studying music io Milan alone, and hundreds of others in other Italian cities. Onontiyoh, a full-blooded Indian, graduated number eighteen in a elaa* of forty-l ight ut the Buffalo Medical Col lege, rm-ntly. lie i» the first of hi* race to taka honors in a coursa of medi cine in tlii* country. The j.n -id< nt < f the French reptiblk also ha* a *i»ter. bin i* the w idow of th<- eminent eh'ini't. P-louzi', i* im menwly wealthy, and i* going to give a little |iarty, to which die will invite IJO.OOi) guest* • to i;i" t tlio president." , Eliza Harm- ~ an old [»n-iom r of Trinity chureli, l’itt-1 urg, who died n ccntly, wus tuppo* d to lx- pennil'*> but it Was found she I: id |IOOO in tin Itoilm iSuving* Bank. H<-r only mn, just iiefori' going I i th* war, purchiwd for hi" n ' tiler I<H> bush'd* of coal. Siu: re< lived V, rd that 1 had lieen killed in one of tiie first battle- of the War. From that morni-t t > i - would not burn any of the (Old, even in th'- Imel M-vcre weather, but guarded it religiously .■:> the cellar to the day of her death. “Holi'i. t-i.s-i "is will illustrated in the way that >me of tln-m perform their duties on the top floor* of New Y'ork v/nrehou*- -. where other |>ower is not available, in th' work of hoisting good* to the different floor*. In one case n horse ha* thus beun kept at the top of a i high warcliou*'- f'-r eleven years, without having b"-n down to terra firma but twice in the. whole time. The horse* are directed when to pull and when to stop, pulling by the -ound of the check ro|*- v,h< n shaken from below, to which they invariably give a prompt attention that might well be imitated by ninny workers in n higher fli Id, I ut otherwise they aru alway* h-ft to theniM-lve*. Home curious fact* nr presented in a commuiii' aiion from Secretary Whitney to the house in response to a resolution asking for a li t of officers on the retired list of the navy, the relativi rank of each '4lb <-r, the date of hi* retirement, annual pay, and reasons for (etircmcnt. It ap peals that there are-ftl rear admirals, who have li'lived pay at 3-1300 to $3750 a year for from one to 22 years. Then there arc 15 coiuniodores at from $2025 to $8730 a year, 11 captains nt from S9OO to $3375. 11 commanders at from SOOO to $2025, 111 lieutenant commanders at from S7OO to $2250, 25 lieutenant* nt from stkiO to SIOSO. 10 junior lieutenants at from S9OO to SISOO, 9 ensign* nt from S3OO to $10.30, and several printed pages of medical and pay officers, enginei-rs, chaplain*, professor* of mat hematics, i boatswain*, gunners, cnrpi-nter*, and sailmnkers. Home of these officers have bi-i-n n-tin-d for the reason that they have reached 02 year* of age; others because they have had 45 years of service, nnd others still because of physical incapaci ty, the result of an incident of the ser vice. Others, however, have found a place la'cause they were not recommend ed for promotion, for the reason that their professional fitness was not estab lished to the satisfui tion of the examin ing board ; for “mental incapacity," lie calls, they were decided by the examin ing board as not possessing "mental, moral and professional fitness;” for physical and mental incapacity, not the result of nn incident of the service, and because menpaciated by reason of “)*•< uliar men tai temperament." A Client Ih'iiiands Protection. A few days ago, in th District Court, a prisoner, who had been defended by one of our young lawyers (who had been np|*>inted by the court) received the highest penalty the law allows for horse stealing, tiftis-n years. After the verdi. t was announced this lawyer was. ob-eriid to speak excitedly to his client, whereupon the client stood up and told the judge that he looked to him for protection. His Honor, Judge Noonan, replied that the sheriff would see that his rights were not interfered with. "Hut that is not what 1 mean," urged tin prisoner. “What do you mean!" inquired the judge, kindly. "1 w ant you to protect me. This young man you 'pinted to defend me says he is gw me no ask you to give me a new trial, and 1 want you to protect me, judge." And now that young lawyer tells peo ple that he won't defend pauper crim - nal* without b.-ing |uid for it, not even if Judg Noonan sends him to jail for refusing. iSifli-. He Gasped <hice. They werv walking in the conacrvatorv at the last Whir H use no ption. \\ ill you love me with all your soul.-" she munmirxal. “Vis, darling," he answered. “And all your heart f" “Y e» dearest." “Ami all your"— “Every tiling, darling, everything,” he interrupted. "I‘ockct-lH' k’ " »ho continued not noticing the interruption. He gasp«'d once and al! was over.— ir.t«A*\pf. M Crihr. Correct tnswers. Tot was rvee v:ng his first lesson in gcograpfiy, ■What is that!" asks the professor, placing his finger upon the map. "That." answers Tot. “is a dirtv singe naiL" Slleat “ouadi. Toa do not bear it! Unto ma The IWSKI low aound ouum i-naaelemly And, floating, flood* the earth and sky W Ith tender tone. You do not boar the reetlee* !«»» Upon the fl-xir of childish feet— Os feet that tread the flowery street Os heaven alone. At mom, at noon, at eve, at night, I hear the [sitter, soft arid light. And catch the guirt of wings, snow-white, Alxiut my door. And on the silent air i* liorne The voice that from my work! wae torn — That left me, comfortlma, to mourn, For evermore. Sometime* float* up from out the street The boyish laughter, bird-like, sweet — I turn, forgetfully, to greet, My darling fair: Soft a* the ripple of the stream. Breeze-kissed beneath the moon'* pale beam, How strangely real doth it seem! And lie r ot there. Ah. no; you cannot hear his call; Y’ou catch no laugh, nor light footfall, I am hi* mother—that is all; And He who said, “I will not leave thee desolate," Ha*, somehow, lexised the bond* of fate Anil left ajar the golden gate Which hides my dead. —Nellie Watte McVey. A SINGER’S ROMANCE. A full, rich, powerful voice, crude as yet, and untutored, yet with the unmis takable attributes of genius, a voice w hich promised a glowing future. “Sing it again, Nora—that’s splendid,” and the singer commenced again. Full, swelling, passionate, until the voice died away in a trembling, weird like moan. Scene. —A large, scattered workshop in the heart of the bustling, busy city. Timo—Noon. Cast of Characters—Some twenty or more tired shop-girls, seated around the stove, eating their plain, coarse dinner. Not a very romantic affair, and yet from that shop was to come one who should weave a romance which I know to be true. “If I had a voice like yours, Nora, I’d make it tell," cried Maggie Hunter, a good-natured girl, who sat by the fire, contentedly munching an apple, “If I had your voice, Nora Neale, I’ll tell you what I’d do. I’d never rest con tented in this old shop, but I’d make it earn my living for me. God didn’t give you beauty, Nora, but He did give you a splendid voice, and it’s your own fault if you don’t make the most of it.” “Oh, do you really think it is good enough for that, Maggie?” and Nora turned her flushed face to the speaker. “If I thought I should ever be a fine singer, I would work day and night for it. 1 would ba willing to wear a calico dress all the days of my life, only to have success at hist.” “No need of your wearing calico all your life. Y’our voice will earn you silks, if you only have sense enough to make it,” returned her companion. All through the long afternoon strange fancies ran through the head of Nora Neale. The sharp click of the sewing-machine kept time to the busy thoughts whirling through her brain, and ns she walked home in the dull, November twilight, a firm resolution filled her soul. IVAINTFO -A TOtIKG GUtL TO WAIT Vi on the tlnor an I (UMifltthe housekeeper. Apply al No. 4G Beacon sirvut. Nora laid tho paper down. Outside the chill, drizzling, November rain fell drearily, making sad, desolate music; but inside Nora’s heart was full of sun shine. She knew the house well. Every morning, for over a year, she had passed it on her way to the shop, often stopping to hear the sweet melody filling the air. How many times she had wished as she read the name of the great musician, that she could go to him and cultivate the voice God had given her. And now, not only to cuter his house but to live there! YVliat matter if she was only the girl to wait on the door! Would she not constantly hear the glori ous melody floating out on the air, and could she not gleam some knowledge from what she could overhear? “No harm trying." said Norn, as she folded the paper carefully and went to her room. “Yes, I think you will suit. The fact is," and the old housekeeper grew confi dential, "1 ain’t so young and spry as I used to be. 1 find that running up stairs and down stairs, is almost too much for me, and when 1 spoke about it to M ister (.'arl, he told me to get *ome nice, voung jierson to wait on the door, and run er rands for me. Yes, dear, you look smart and trim, I think you will do." And Nora left tl i talkative housekeeper with a joyful heart. A we. k later and Nora Neale was an inmate of Carl Matzell’s beautiful home. The old housekcejier wa* in her room, taking her customary afternoon nap. Nora had finislied her work, and taking some towels the housekeeper had given her to hem. she brought them into the sitting-room, and sat down at the win dow to sew. From the next room ths voice of ouc of Master Carl’s pupils practicing a diffi cult trill, came distinctly to her ear: "Oh! if I could onlv hear what he tells her, then I might practice it to-night, after he goo* out," murmured Nora, and Nora dn w the cricket oof lly to the door, just in time to bear him say, “Try that again, Miss Morton. The voice should linger a trifle more on the upper tone.” Again the clear bird like voice of the pupil rang out, until the delight -d teacher clupjied id* hands softly, ex claiming: “Bravo, Miss Morton, that was finely rendered.” Nora listened eagerly, until the rust ling of silk warned her that the lesson was finished, and she heard the lady rise to go. That night, after Carl Matzell left the house, Nora leaving satisfied herself that the housekeeper was busy chatting to an old friend, stole softly to her room, and commenced the lesson she had l*“tened to that afternoon. Days and weeks glided away, and Nora steadily practiced the lessons she stole from her unsuspecting teacher. A year had passed away since Nora had entered Carl Matzell’s home. The housekeeper wa* out, and Car! was away. Seated before the open piano, Nora played softly an accompaniment; then her full, clear, rich tones filled the room. Trilling, like she had heard Miss Morton, then bursting forth in full, clear melody. The door softly opened, and Carl Mat zcll silently took the picture in. YVsit ing until the singer had finished, he ex claimed, softly: “Very well done, Nora. Very well done, my girl.” Poor Nora; a deep blush overspread her face; then, suddenly, she became pale as death. “Never mind, Nora, a happy accident has revealed to me the power of your voice. It is my wish for you to com mence a thorough course of instruction, for I have every reason to believe that, with proper training, you will become one of the finest vocalists I have ever heard.” Nora knelt at his feet in gratitude, and impetuously kissing his hand hastened from che room. “At last,” she murmured, “at last. To think I shall really become what I have always longed to be. And Mr. Matzell! oh, he is so good!” and happy Nora burst into a flood of tears. Never did Carl Matzell have a more industrious pupil than Nora, and never was enthusiastic teacher more abundantly rewarded. Two years from the time Nora Neale entered Carl Matzell’s home, as an humble maid, found her dressing for her debut. Nora’s voice trembled as she glanced at the surging mass before her, but one look at her teacher’s face reassured her, and she retired amidst the wildest ap plause. Nora Neale rode home that night a distinguished woman. Her appearance had been a complete success. But Nora was not perfectly happy. Foolish Nora had learned another lesson. She had learned to love her noble teacher In vain she chided and reproached herself for her folly. I,ate that evening Carl Matzell, open ing the door of the music room, was sur prised to see Nora sitting in the utmost abandonment, her head resting on the table, her rich robes sxveeping the floor. Sob after sob shook her frame, and Carl watched her tenderly, pityingly, while a deeper, warmer feeling crept into his heart. A new emotion thrilled him as he looked at the young girl. That evening he had been proud of his pupil, had admired her as she stood be fore the delighted audience, but not until he beheld her, desolate and alone, did the love, long slumbering in his breast, wake to full life. “Nora,” he cried, softly; and Nora raised her tear-stained face from the ta ble. “Nora, come to me;” and Nora sped to the open arms, thankful for the love and protection offered her. * Many years have passed away sine i Nora Neale became the wife of the noble Carl Matzell, and every year but strength ens the love they bear each other; while in the whole city th re is no happier home than that of the wealthy music teacher and his gifted wife. Medical Intelligence. Col. YVitherspoon, to whom we have frequently referred to as the meanest man in Austin, has been in poor health for some months past. The principal cause of his feebleness is his unwilling ness to feed himself with sufficient copi ousness. A few days ago, while he was taking the air, he met Dr. Perkins Soonover. Witherspoon thought this was a good chance to get some medical advice with out paying for it. “How do you do this morning, col onel?” asked Dr. Soonover. “Poorly, doctor, poorly. For some time past I have been suffering from weakness. As you see, I can hardly walk. What shall I take, doctor?” “Take a hack," replied the doctor, gruffly, as he strode off.” — Siftinge. <*lie Knew Him. Sarcastic wife— "Comin; home as usual, I suppose I” Fond of stay ng out late husband— “Yess ce.tainly.” Saicastic wife —"Well, put this letter jin the first mail in the morning, and if vou meet the milkman tell him to leave j two quarts.”— Judge. THE MADSTONE. Something about a Supposed Cure for Hydrophobia. Doctors Say Both the Stone and Cures Effected by it ere Mythical “Jladness in dogs,” said a physician, “is mentioned in the Iliad of Homer, and hydrophobia is described os a disease by Aristotle. Democritis, the laughing philosopher, developed n theory of the malady 400 years before the Christian era. Hippocrates, the father of medicine, and contemporary with Democrate*, recom mended the sucking of the wound made by the bite of a rabid dog. In the ab sence of a physician to cauterize the wound or a surgeon to cut it out, the medical fraternity of to-day would pre scribe the same remedy. The first thing an awkward person does waen he smash es his finger with a hammer is to jam tho injured member in his mouth. Persons bitten by venomous snakes have removed the poison in the same manner. “The absorbent qualities of certain kinds of earth or clay have led to their use in cases of poisonous bites to absorb the poison, or laceration of the flesh to stop the flow of blood. When the soli tary plowman encounters a nest of bees and gets the worst of the contest he ap plies a handful of earth moistened with tobacco juice to the stings. The adhe sive quality of a spongy sort of clay prob ably gave rise to the mythical stories con cerning the use of madstones for bites of rabid animals. Madstones have a mysteri ous history. Everybody has heard of them, but very few persons have seen them. The encyclopedias describe them as light, porous stones which have the quality of adhering to a wound. Their origin is not even hinted at, and their peculiar qualities are not given. Medi cal authorities do not mention them, though they speak of all the different remedies applied to the wounds made by animals afflicted with hydrophobia. “Tradition says the stone is flat, oval shaped, and of a bluish color. It is said that it will adhere to the poisoned wound until filled with the virus, when it falls off. After being washed and soaked in hot water or milk it will again stick to tiie wound if it contains any poisonous matter. It is claimed that these stones are efficacious if applied to the wound several days or even several weeks after the victim lias been bitten by the mad dog. “The cures effected by this wonderful stone are mythical as the stone itself. The possessors of these magic healers claim many lives saved from rabies. The medical records do not mention a case. It is impossible to lay your hands on the man who has been bitten by a mad dog and saved by the mad-stone.” Dr. George P. Cunningham has made the study of hydrophobia a speciality, and it is more than probable has cauter ized more wounds made by dogs than any other man in Chicago. His office is a few doors from the Chicago avenue police station. Every person on the North Side bitten by a dog supposed to be mad rushes to the station and the vic tim is hurried to Dr. Cunningham. For ty to fifty dog-bitten people come to him every year, and he estimates that he has cauterized over two hundred wounds made by these animals. But three per sons whose wounds he Las treated have died of hydrophobia. “If the madstone is a fraud, the medi cal fraternity ought to prove it,” Dr. Cunningham said. “I have examined all the encyclopedias and medical author ities that come within my reach to secure some positive information concerning madstones. I have not the slightest idea of their origin. I can’t even find out what they look like. I have always wanted to see one so that in rambling about I might pick up a stone that look ed like it and make some experiments. I have never seen a person who had seen one. They must have the power of a suction-pump if they con draw out the poison that has been in the system two or three weeks, as it is claimed they car, de. “I imagine that a madstone has about as much effect as a piece of blotting pa per. Anything that has absorbent quali ties would be beneficial, but I should hate to risk a madstone thirty minutes after the poison had entered the wound even if it has the qualities claimed for it. The virus enters the system the moment after the bite. Not all of the poison is taken up at once, of course, and by promp. cauterization the remaining virus is destroyed.”— Chicago Jfewe. Didn’t Hurt Him. A hillside farmer, driving a miserable looking horse, stopped in front of a feed store and was trying to sell a frost-bitten rooster when a man rushed up to him and said: “Look at your i lamed old horse, up to his eyes in my bale of bay." "Is it your hay?” “Os course, it is. Take your horse away from here.” "Os course I will, fur I never like ter tramp on a man’s rights—” • ‘Take him away, I tell you!” “Yes, I will. Y'a, back here! Well," he added as he climbed into the wairon and started away, "thar’s one consolin’ thing erbout the transackshun. Tbe hoss don't ’pear ter be hurt much.”—Arkah tuec Traveler. Life Can. In a little gray house with a red roof which stands on a desolate stretch of beach in Ocean County, New Jenw there Langs an oval iron case which 1;.;, ;l singular history. The house is a stati a of the Life-Saving Service, and the ca .. is the first life-car ever used in the worll. Its story is as folloxvs. After the organization of the Life- Saving Service as a branch of the Gov ernment, in 1871, its inspectors visited every part cf the coast to examine into the condition of the station-houses and. their equipments. One of these offiocr* was on the N■ w Jersey coast during a heavy storm, when a ship was driven on the bar. Ho saw the desperate effort* of the surfmen to reach her in their heavy life-boat. They at last succeeded, and took off as many of the passengers as the boat would hold, but in returning, it was swamped by the furious breakers, and rescued and res cuers were washed into the sea. For weeks and months afterwards the inspector went about like a man ills traught, intent on devising a model for a boat which should l>c at once light enough to handle in such seas, and heavy enough not to be overturned by them. The problem was so difficult that he was in dispair. But one day he startled his companions by oxclaiming, “Swing it oa a cable, and put a lid to it 1” The idea was at once carried out. This life-car wits mada, —an oval, air-tight case closed by a lid which screws down, and hung by iron rings on a cable ex tended from the shore to the ship. Ou the first day it was used, two hundred persons escaped in it from the Ayrehire, a vessel wrecked off the New Jersey coast. These cars, of an improved shape, arc now to be found in every life-saving station. But this old battered veteran is regarded with a touching pride and as. section by the brave surfmen. “She has done good work in the world," they say; an epitaph which we would all be glad to share with the life car.— Youth's Companion. Harpy-II anting. The Dutch planters in Java invite each other to bat soirees. The cavernous south coast of their island harbors my riads of kalongs, or fruit-eating bats, for their size about the most voracious mam mals of our latter-day creation. In a sin gle night a full-grown kalong will eat his own weight in bananas, grapes, or bread-fruit, and in stress of hunger will attack any soft vegetable substance, and, j indeed, almost any organic substance l whatever, for captive specimens have been know’ to devour sponges and kid gloves. A few minutes after sunset those harpies leave their dens, and, after cir cling about the coast in shrieking swarms, decide on the plan of their campaign, and descend en masse on the fruit groves of the most convenient valley. At the first alarm the villagers snatch up their slings and start at a double-quick, picking up stones as they run. Every minute’s de lay may cost them a bushel of fniit. But before charging the marauders they send their best marksmen to some vantage ground on the seaward side of the battle ground, hax’ing found by experience that the flying harpies will take a bee-line to the coast. A few scouts then rush in with loud yells, or open the at tack by firing off a blunderbus, and in the next minute the answering shrieks of the harpies rise on the air, and with, a rush the whole swarm sail away, fol lowed by a volley of hurtling stones. — Felix L. Oswald. Cats as Bed-fellows. In reply to the query of a correspond ent as to the popular belief that a cat will suck the breath of a sleeping infant, Babyhood says: “Dr. Tomlinson of Chi cago, dismisses the subject Socratically: *A ,r hat good do you suppose it would do a cat to draw into its lungs breath which a human being has just exhaled?’ Never thclesi -It may be said, with all respect for Dr •/Eomlinson and no respect at all for that the warmth-loving cat has of preferring baby’s crib as a ice to any other bed or cor ner. If Way, she will return u . nd again to the snug covert. fSvej I t furthermore, to nes tle close t L..- s , body, as often as not thmstinifaer .skered nose against the velvet and warm with sleep. Thus far, fehe may do no harm. But when she occasionally curls her bulk oi five, six or eight pounds' weight upon the sleeper's heaving chest mischief may come of it. To escape the risk of this mischance, if for no other reason, keep pussy away from your slumbering baby. Indeed, he is best off without any bed fellow." The Doctor Nonplnssed. A little fellow happened into Dr. Hutchins’ office a few days ago on an er :-and. The physician looked him over and rather startlingly remarked: “You're just the kind of a boy I'm looking for. I'm going to kill you.” The small chap was not a whit abashed, but looking wisely up into the doctor'* face, .asked: “Do you kill many boys in the cours* of the year?” The doctor gave him a quarter ia place of a dime, and forgot to ask for tbe change.— Minneonolie Tribune.