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HARLEM. GEORGIA.
~ I.YI.KY TUtiRHUAY.
XBoallaard «*» AiUlnxm.
Th* Wa»hington monument may noon
<x«M to lie the biggest in the world,
when the French complete a metallic
tower 1000 feet high for their exhibition
in 1H«0 Thi« high edifice will have a
glaaa cupola in the • iirnmit, reached by
elevator*. The outlook from thia cupola
will be more oxtentetl than that from the
tower of Bale), ami probably twice ax
wicked and intereating.
A correapondcnt writing from Sonora,
Mexico, aaya aurpriaing change- and ad
vancement bnv< been noted within a few
year*. The immenae aombrero and alaahed
pant* may be *aid to have disappeared in
the town*, anil are supplanted by store |
Clothe* and the dcrliy. The Mexican ae
norita ia no longer a creature dreaeil in
tawdry, tinsel and color, but a lady of
taste an'l elegance, as mindful of the
latest fashion plates as her Americas
sister.
Professor Jluniphnw, an English inves
tigator, says that in the first year of life
the mortality among males ia much
greater than among females. 'I he
average height of women he has found
to be five feet three inchca and of
men five feet aix inches. In pulse and
respiration, also, the women have the
advantage, showing eight nine in com
parison with the man s seventy three,
while the latter's aspiration is nineteen
a* against twenty-two of the weaker sex.
In the course of testimony taken in a
suit in which Hamuel .1. Tilden is intcr
cated, Mr. Tilden said it was painful for
him to speak. ‘'l have an affection of
the larynx which Impairs the elasticity of
what arc called the vocal chords, so that
they will not come together,and air passes
through without their helping to form
words, and so reduces me to a whisper.
There la no soreness fir apparent disease,
but only the loss of elasticity, so that it
makes me talk with great difficulty, and
generally in a whisper, excepting when I
haven cold, under which the chprds ap
proach each other better.”
Henry County, Virginia, and Ross
ville, Kansas, take* pride in the fait that
their politics are run by young men. In
the former case every person who holds
office in the county is under 37 years of
ago. The Circuit Judge is 3*l, the County
Judge 2H, tin- Attorney for the Comwon
wealth 24, the State Senior 27, the Dele
gate to the House 27, the Treasurer 31,
the Superintendent of Schools 34. Clerk
of th<‘Circut Conrt 25. the Sheriff 21,
and the Jail I'hysiiiim 21. In Rossville,
the Mayor is only 23, the Police Judge 27,
the Principal of Public Schools 25, and
the Postmaster 22.
A great many bright ideas owe theii
Inception to a good dinner. Sir Edward
Thornton, the British minister at Wash
ington some years ago, was dining nt Sec
rvtary Fish’s one evening, when the lat
ter made the remark that the two great
English speaking nations could not of
ford to have the then existing A labium
misundi rstanding c uitiue. Mr Fish vug
gestrsl the formation of a commission to
settle the controverted matter for all
time. After dinner the two men talked
tire matter over nt considerable length,
and the Geneva conference actually took
aliape from that hour.
Nevada is sometime* spoken of as the
extint I state, Ih-cuu-v its |»>pulation has
dwindled down to u few thousand from
the collapse of the mining industry. It
has been claimed that there was no hope
for the state, but the Dayton .V, ir» A’<
porter think* differently. Il finds in the
Miuthcm portion of the state a pleasant
region capable of sustaining a perma
nent population. It says: “In the
vicinity of the Colorado River our
•outhern lioundary not only do olive
trees grow, but many other tree* indi
genous to tropical climes. There may
bi no'ii flourishing the orange, lemon,
fig ami jiomegnmatc. The vine there
pnxlus'es as delicious fruit as in the most
favored localities in France, Italy or
Spain. There alao has l>cen produced
the finest of tobacco and the soil yields
eottont at attic rated 1000 pounds to the
acre.
KecjicM of government lighthouses are
no longer to pine by reason of the dull
monotony cf their duties. Some inven
tive geuiu* at Washington has evolved a
acheme for saving tho lighthouse keeper
from the evils of idleness by making him
a collector of bird and frog statistics. A
big blank is furnished, entitled “Investi
gations in Economic Ornithology,” with
a aeries of questions relating to the
names of birds seen, the date of the
first appearance of each kind of bird,
the number of specimetu, the second ap
pearance, the last appearance, and the
comparative frequency of apyrcarance.
There is also a calendar furnished, on
which the lighthouse keeper is required
to make an entry of the date on which
the first toad, the first frog, and the first
first peeper or tree toad were seen, and
the date on which certain mammals and
reptiles emerged from a state of tuber-
Edward Atkinson calculates that an
eight-hour law would only affect one in
ten among all the workers In the coun- ;
try, the other nine-tenths being engaged
in occupations In which shorter hours
are impracticable, as farming, herding, ■
fishing, carrying, railroading and tho
like
“It seems," »ay* the London Jeinret,
“that the little toy Indloon* of India
rubber bladders which the children in
flate with the breath may be readily re
versed by inspiration, and even drawn
Into the air passages. In two instances
recently death has occurred by suffoca
tion, a baboon of the sort being drawn
into the o|>cning of the glottis. This is
a matter of danger which ought to be
recognized. Parents and nurses should
be on their guard.
Lota of cranks visit the Philadelphia
Mint. The majority look sensible and
are well dressed, but some can lie iden
tified as insane at the distance of a block,
and the attire of these are in keeping
with their disordered intellects. Men
and women who are a little “gone in the
upper story,” as the poet puts it, go to
the Mint usually with but one errand— ,
to collect thousands of millions of dollars
which they firm-y believe is there de
posited to their credit. Most of them
an- from the city, but once in a while
one puts in appearance who has come a
goodly distance by rail to get money sup
posed to be all ready. By long and
painful experience the jolly chief usher
of the Mint has been led to adopt one
unvarying mode of treating his cranky
vititors. He don’t fling them into the
street. He don’t even order them
away, or advise them to go to a place
where intellects are cheaply repaired,
but instead, he agrees to all they say,
acknowledges that there arc tons of |
thousands of millions of dollars, I
as the case may be, waiting for
them, and then gets rid of them by some
polite excuse for temporary delay in pay
ment of their claims, or sends them upm
fool’s errands to see government officials
who exist only in imagination.
Biscretlon of n lliglihinder.
One day at Blair Athol, the Duke ot
Athol, having entertained a large party
at dinner, produced in the evening many
curious and interesting family relics for
their inspection, among them a small
watch which had belonged to Charles
Stuart, and had been given by him to
one if the Duke's ancestors. When the
company were on the point of departing,
the watch was suddenly missed, and was
searched for in vain upon the table and
about the apartments. The Duke was
exceedingly vexed and declared that of
nil the articles he had exhibited, the lost
watch was the one he most valued. The ;
guests naturally became uncomfortable, 1
mid eyed one another suspiciously. No
person was present, however, who could
possibly be suspected, and courtesy for
bade any further step than the marked
expression of the noble host’s extreme
annoyance and distress. The guests de
parted for their homes in an unenviable
state of mind, and the mysterious disap
pearance of the royal relic was a subject
of discussion for several months in soci
ety. A year afterward, the Duke being
again nt Blair Athol, while dressing for
dinner, felt in the breast pocket of a coat
which his valet handed to him, some
thing which proved to be tho missing
watch. "Why, exclaimed bis grace,
“here's the watch wo hunted in vain for ;
everywhere last year.’’ “Yes, sir,” j
gravely replied the valet, “I saw your ;
grace put it in your pocket.” “You saw j
me put it in my pocket and never men
tioned it! Why didn’t you speak at once
and prevent all that trouble and unpleas
ant feeling!” “1 didna ken what might
have been your grace’s intentions,” was
the reply of the faithful and discreet
Highlander, who saw everything, but
said nothing unless he was directly in
terrogated.
Pie Not a Yankee Invention.
I’ic is n »t one of the inventions which
a punitive providence left for the exer
cise of Yankee genius. It is very much
older than America, so far as the modern
age knows anything about America. It
is Fn mh, Spanish, Italian, English,
German. It is of the north. It was
carried into the British Islands by the
marauding migrants from the northern
sea*. Our own word is a corruption of a
very early British word, and is, in etym
ology, a first cousin of ‘'partin'’ or
“pasty." Pie is our name or what is
now more familiarly known as "tart” in
tlie land when all was once pasty.
The tart of to-day differs from con
temporaneous ).i» telly in this: The in
terior of the tart is thicker than the inte
rior of the pie. It takes more apples to
make a tart than to make a pie, if the
pie-maker be frugal, as she generally is.
In the European countries the tart is
biked in a deep carthern dish. In Yan
kee land pie is stewed into sogginess in a
tin pan.— Herald.
A Swell Affair.
“What is a swell affair, Jimi”
“Swell affair! Jemme see. Ah! yes,
i I know—a boil."
“Something else, try again.”
“No. Give it up. I hate conundrums
anyhow.”
“A hill, ye know. Don't ye see, a hill
i* a swell affair,and beside* all hills have
got crests.”—
Timidity—A Hlndea Fable.
A rffynxxm, thfnirfng Meh thing a cat,
Fsfl iai*o tealplaa* worrUnmt thereat;
Bak nottoad by a Wiiard living near,
Waa tamed Into a cat to end its fear.
No sooner wae the transformation don*
Than dreadful terror of a dog begun.
Now, when the Wiaard saw this last throe,
“Hart, baa dog," ha said, “and end your
woa"
But, though a dog, It* tool had no releaa*.
For fear tome tiger might disturb it* peace.
Into a tiger next the beast was made.
And still 'twat pitiful and *ore afraid;
Because the huntsman might, some Ulster red
d«y,
Happen along and take hi* life away.
“Thai,” eaid th* Wizard, turning to his
house,
“You have a mouse’s heart—now be a mouse."
Tia to with men; no earthly help or dower
Gan add one atom to their native power;
Them from their smallneaa nothing can
arouse—
No art can make a lion from a mouse.
—Joel Benton-
HIS FRIEND,
BT MANLKT H. FIXX.
Ariadne Adams inigbt truly be called a
fortunate girl. Sbc was piquant enough
to have been wicked, but she was very
good; she was good enough to have been
ugly, but she was captivatingly pretty;
she wo* pretty enough to have been poor,
but she was paralyzingly rich—so rich
that she might have done up her bangs
in Government fours and no one would
have objected; for her father was a bank
rupt by profeasjpn, and invariably broke
for ten cents on the dollar.
One might think there was nothing to
add to these advantages, but Ariadne
had more. She ptossessed a troop of de
voted friends, of all ages, both sexes,
and differing conditions of servitude, of
whom this narrative concerns only a few
yonng gentlemen. She managed to keep
them all happy, and enjoyed to the full
the various kind of pleasure they afford
ed her, for a long time preventing any
proposals on their part, which she was
most anxious to avoid, since she loved
none of them. Nevertheless she was in
love. This is often so. Alcides Monroe,
the fortunate object of her passion, didn’t
appear to reciprocate. This, too, is of
ten so—perhaps oftener. And the more
she adored him, the more he didn’t adore
her. This is the oftencst of all.
Matters approached a crisis. Ariadne
was altogether too fascinating to allow
her masculine friends to remain friends
any longer, and they became—not ene
mies, but something almost a» bad—lov
ers in fact. And when a young lady’s
lovers are not what she wants, and give
her no end of pleasure as friends, it is
hard for her to refuse them and thus lose
their society forever.
One morning Ariadne was sitting in care
less thought, when George J. Fisher was
announced. George was a produced r iker
and he knew beans and all other vege
tables intimately. He was always well
supplied with money, but particularly so
at this time—the fresh, just-opening
summer time, when his country custom
ers were sending in large consignments
of early peas. This wealth he spent in
driving Ariadne out in remarkably fine
style. He made the object of his affec
tions what might be called a business
man’s proposal, and awaited the result.
“Alas, Mr. Fisher,” said she; “I must
decline. I do not love you; I can be
only a sister to you.”
That wasn’t at all the relationship he
. wished to stand in to her. He said so,
i and left.
“My delightful drives are at an end!”
sighed Ariadne.
Then there was another arrival. Karl
Fredrich Christian Ohrspelter, the cele
brated musician and pianist, who used to
play Wagner to her as long as the instru
ment held out, and then sing until the
police interfered. On one occasion he
had fought a desperate battle with the
“Gotterdammerung,” and had three
pianos shot under him. lie proposed in
u florid Gothic style. She said:
“Alas, Herr Ohrspelter, I must decline.
Ido not love you; but you shall find in
me a cousin.”
He was not satisfied, either, and de
parted in wrath.
Ariadne looked sad. “The music of
the future is the music of the past for
me,” said she.
Another arrival. There seemed to be
an erratic epidemic in progress. This
time it was a talented young dramatist
He was very successful in composing
plays, because he read French with ease.
With him Ariadne hail attended many a
“first night,” and acquired a vast knowl
edge of things theatrical. His declera
tion was adapted bodily from the last
Paris success, and did credit alike to his
feelings and his memory.
Ariadne repeated her former speech,
and suggested that he should regard her
as an aunt.
But he refused. “I have adapted al
most everything,” said he; “but lean
not adapt myself to such a situation a*
thia”
He immediately folded his tent, like
the Arab*, and quietly adapted away.
There was no more theater for Ariadne.
Next came her artistic adorer, who
had painted a large numlier of plaques
and screena for her, as a slight testimoni
al of hi* lov*. He had alao executed a
■ magnificent painting on the hall floor,
choosing this singular place because all his
other pictures hail lieen “skied" to such an
extent that it wax a real pleasure to have
one, at least, as far away from the ceil
ing a* possible. He didn't by any means
take kindly to Ariadne’s proposition that
he should consider her hi* niece.
Then her saltatory slave, the best wait
zer she knew, put in an appearance, and
wouldn’t listen to her offer of a accond
rousinship; nor did her muscular mash,
who could run a mile in five minutes,
i and liad the largest biceps ever seen off a
' gorilla, with whom she attended nil sort*
of athletic games, wish her to be his
third-cousin, which was all she had to
to give, her stock of relationship being
closed out.
When she was finally left alone, she
reflected bitterly that every source of
amusement and all her best escorts were
lost to her because she had been too fas
: cinating.
The question now arose in her mina
whether she was fascinating enough—
enough to obtain the long-desired yet
never obtained affections of Alcides Mon
roe. He was sure of a favorable answer
if he proposed, since, as she thought,
there was nothing she could be to him
except his wife without infringing on
the patent of one of his predecessors.
At this moment he entered, amply pro
vided with manly beanty, immense
wealth, splendid talent’, and everything
else necessary for the equipment of a first
class, super-extra hero.
He made his appearance in great agita-
I tion and a new suit, In fact, he was so
very much agitated that he had forgot
ten to remove the price-mark from his
collar —but, as the figures were tolerably
high ones for a ready-made article, it
didn't make so much difference.
“Ariadne, said he, “this is the most
momentous day of my life.”
“And of mine,” she whispered.
“Ariadne,” he continued, “I am daz
zlingly happy.”
“Me, too!” cooed she.
“Ariadne, I am about to—”
“I know it.”
“You have always been—
“l have!”
“And aiways will—•”
“Can you ask?”
“Be my friend?”
“What?"
“Yes, my friend. It is to you that I
first communicate my felicity. Honoria
has at last consented, and next month
will see us united—consolidated, as it
were, agreeing to pool our receipts for
ever upon an equitable percentage, and
never to cut rates. Wish me joy!”
“Bnt Ariadne had fainted. She had
been too fascinating, yet not quite
enough so—and she was Alcides’ friend.
—Manley 11. Pike.
The Lost Tribes of Israel.
A proclamation was lately issued by
the Ameer of Afghanistan which brings
forward one of the most curious riddles
in history; the disappearance of the ten
lost tribes of Israel. Ethnologists and
antiquarians have followed every trace
of these vanished nations with the ardor
of sleuth-hounds on a trail.
There is hardly a race in Asia, Europe
or America that has not at some time
been proved to be descended from the
lost Israelites. Chief among these are
the Chinese, the Mongol Tartars, the
Japanese, the Cossacks, the Gypsies, and
the American Indians. Even the Saxons,
through whom bluff John Bull and Puri
tan New England got into the world,
have had, and still have, their supporters
as to this mysterious claim. A library of
learned tomes has been written on this
single question,
The Afghans in feature strongly re
semble the Hebrews, but they hold them
selves aloof from the modern Jews, of
whom there are large numbers in the
kingdom. The Afghans call themselves
Beni Melik Talut, or Sons of Saul,
and the legend of their origin is that
when David took possession of the tkrone
of Saul, that King’s grandson Afghan,
a giant in size and strength, established
himself in the mountains of Persia, and
afterwards in the country now known as
Afghanistan.
Sir William Jones, the great antiqua
rian, examined the proofs of this story and
gave it credence.
The Ameer's recent claim is of interest
to the Hebrews and others who attempt
to interpret the ancient prophecies, as
many of them hold the belief that the
Hebrew race will all be gathered again
into the Holy Land, and that immedi
ately before this restoration the tec lost
tribes will be discovered somewhere in
the neighborhood of Afghanistan. It is,
in any case, a curious question, involving
I the descent of a race through the most
' mysterious regions of history.— Youth't
Campanian.
A Gofd Position.
“What pay do you get?” asked a man
who had just arrived in a western Dako
ta town, of the marshal.
“Twenty-five dollars a month.”
“Isn’t that pretty small wages?”
“Oh, yes, it would be if I had to work
all the time. You see, whenever the
cowboys come in and get drunk and the
air begins to get sort of thick and sultry
like with bullets I go home and crawl
into the cellar. They are here pretty
frequent so I have an easy time of it”—
UW.) BdL
BILL NYE.
The Humorist’s Account of an
Accident With a Mouse.
The Moral ie, Never Arouse a Man Sud
denly from a Sound Sleep.
No one should be suddenly wakened
from a sound sleep. A sudden awaking
reverses the magnetic currents, and
makes the hair pull to borrow an expres
sion from Dante. The awaking should
be natural, gradual, and deliberate.
A sad thing occurred last summer on
an Omaha train. It was a very warm
day, and in the smoking-car a fat man,
with a magenta fringe of whiskers over
his Adam’s apple, and a light, ecru lam
brequin of real camel’s hair around the
suburbs of his head, might have been dis
covered.
He could have opened his mouth wid
er, perhaps, but not without injuring
the mainspring of his neck and turning
his epiglottis out of doors.
He was asleep.
He was not only slumbering, but he
was putting the earnestness and passion
ate devotion of his whole being into it
His shiny, oilcloth grip, with the roguish
tip of a discarded collar just peeping out
at-the side, was up in the iron wall-pock
et of the car. He also had in the seat with
him, a market basket full ofmisfit lunch and
a two-bushel bag containing extra apparel.
On the floor he had a crock of butter
with a copy of the Punkville Palladium
and Slock Grower's Guardian over tho
top.
He slumbered on in a rambling sort ot
away, snoring all the time in monosyl
lables, except when he erroneously swal
lowed his tonsils, and then he would
struggle awhile and get black in the face,
while the passengers vainly hoped that
he had strangled.
While ho -was thus slumbering, with all
the eloquence aad enthusiasm of a man
in the full meridian of life, the train
stopped with a lurch, and the brakeman
touched his shoulder.
“Here’s your town,” he said. “We
only stop a minute. You’ll have to hus
tle.”
The man who had been far away,
wrestling with Morpheus, had removed
his hat, coat, and boots, and when ho
awoke his feet absolutely refused to go
back into the same quarters.
At first he looked around reproachful
ly at the people in the car. Then he
reached up and got his oilcloth grip from
the bracket, the bag was tied together
with a string, and as he took it down
the string untied. Then we all discov
ered that this man had been on the road
for a long time, with no object, appar
ently, except to evade laundries. All
kinds of articles fell out in the aisle. 1
remember seeing a chest-protector and a
linen coat, a slab of seal-brown ginger
bread and a pair of stoga boots, a hair
brush and a bologna sausage, a plug of
tobacco and a porous plaster.
He gathered up what he could in both
arms, made two trips to the doer and
threw out all he could, tried again to put
his number eleven feet into his number
nine boots, gave it up, and socked him
self out of the car as it began to move,
while the brakeman bombarded him
through the window for two miles with
personal property, groceries, drygoods,
boots and shoes, gents’ furnishing goods,
hardware, notions, bric-a-brac, red her
rings, clothing, doughnuts, vinegar bit
ters, and facetious remarks.
Then he picked up the retired snorer’s
railroad check from the seat, and I heard
him say: “Why, dog on it, that wasn’t
Iris town after all.”— Pill Nyein Current.
Cyclane Cellars.
A number of persons in this town are
building cyclone cellars—underground
retreats upholstered with large limestone
rocks into which they can crawl away
when a cyclone may happen to be going
through the country. Some people feel
above the cyclone cellar and profess to
be unable to see the advantages to be de
rived from using it as a sitting room or
sleeping apartment. We, however, think
differently. We would much rather re
tire to some wcll-conducted cyclone cel
lar whenever there appears to be a well
founded suspicion that a cyclone is in
the neighborhood than to be obliged to
spend the next day chasing around the
country collecting our limbs.
It may not look as heroic to go into a
cyclone cellar every night and set the
time-lock on the door for nine o’clock the
next morning as it does to stay above
ground and fasten a notice to each limb
saying that “this belongs to So-and so,
the finder will please return,” but it cer
tainly will produce greater peace of mind.
No man can be at his best with a leg in
lowa, an arm in Minnesota, another leg
blowing across the British Possessions
and detectives hunting for the other arm.
A man may have three or four sets of
wooden legs and artificial arms but he
would hardly do for this country. The
difference might not be noticed in the
East but he would be put at a great dis
advantage in the West.
We are going to build a cyclone cellar.
It will be twenty-five feet deep and with
a long, dark, narrow passage leading to
ft. We intended to stay in it all the
time to avoid creditors and if a cyclone
happens in the neighborhood it will have
just as hard work to find us as they wilL
—SelMint CDak.} ML
Fair Morning in the Uarba r>
Fair morning is on tho harbor,
And morning on tho bay, ■
And the boat* that were lying at 11
Now idently steal away. ~ B
No wind in the sails to bear then ■
They drift with the tide afar, ■
Till they enter the outer harbor H
And silently cross the bar. ■
It may be tho skipper is sleeping, I
He sit* at the rudder so still; H
It may be the skipper is thinking ■
Oi his young wife on tie hill ■
She wastes no moment fn sighing; ■
With day her labors begin, I
Wide open she flings tho shutters ■
To let the still sunshine in. ■
She pauses only an instant I
To look at the steel-gray dew, ■
From that to the rose bush glance*, I
Where it sparkles fresh and new. I
And down the slope to the harbor, I
And over the harbor afar; I
For her dear little heart with the skipper I
Is just now crossing the bar. I
“God bleas her I” the skipper is saying, I
“God bless him!" the wife returns, I
Thus each for the other is praying, I
While each for the other yearns. I
—James Herbert Mores. I
HUMOROUS. I
Plan facts—Western prairies. I
The way of the world—Round it*
axis.
It is a wise railroad stock that know*
its own par.
A cannibal is believed to be very fond
of his fellow men.
Professor—Which teeth comes last I
Pupil—the false ones, sir.
The man with a No. 15 neck and a
No. 14 collar has a hard struggle to make
both ends meet.
Dun (drawing out a bill) ; Excuse
me, sir—Perplexed debtor (hurrying
away) ; Pray, don’t mention it.
It was a Vassar graduate who wanted
to know if the muzzle of a gun was to
prevent it from going off prematurely.
“Who should decide when doctors diss
grec ?” We don’t know who should, but
we know that the undertakers generally
does.
There is a slight difference between
the dead beat and the apprehended
thief. One asks the bar to charge the
account, and the bar asks the other to
account the charge.
Professor at Columbia—“We cannot
taste in the dark. Nature intends us to
see our food.” Student—“ How abouta
blind man's dinner ?” Professor—“ N
ature has provided him with eyeteeth,
sir.”
The Arabian Horse.
Arabian horses are being imported into
America to a slight extent of recent years.
Messenger, the famous old stallion from
! whom our American trotting stock is all
descended, had a large strain of Arabian
blood in him.
Arabian stallions have been brought to
this country from time to 4ime as pres
ents to public men and others. But it is
doubtful if a full-blooded Arabian mare
was ever in the United States. They
are valued more highly than the
and not allowed to leave the country.
There are six distinct families of horses
tn Arabia, and the pedigree of some oi
them runs back unmistakably for five
hundred years. They come of old families.
These are the horses for swiftness and
endurance. They are not draught horsey
but in the two qualities named they exce)
all other breeds in the world. They
have delicate necks and fine, small,
straight limbs, flashing eyes and a strongs
flowing mane and tail. They are not
large, fifteen and a half hands being an
unusual height. The back is not arched
much, the tail is high set, and the hoofs
are always small, black and very tough.
Centuries of pounding over the sands oi
the desert have made them so. They
have small ears and powerful chest, from
which they get their great endurance.
They are distinguished for soundness of
wind and limb, though their
far-oS cousin, the Kentucky horse, of
late years seems to be developing a lack
of hardiness.
The Arabian horse is noted, too, for its
gentle temper and intelligence. Its mas-
I ter, the Arab,' says the horse is Allah’s
best gift to man.
A Wonderfnl Toy,
A wonderful toy has been on private
exhibition in Paris. Fancy seven life
sized kittens covered with real skin, but
with eyes of emerald set in white enamel,
and playing upon a flute, a zithern, a
violin, a drum, a harp, a comet and an
accordion, all perfectly harmonized and
going through the most striking airs of
the new and successful comic opcrast
The unseen mechanism is of the same
kind as that of a musical box, and the
sounds given forth are most delightful,
so that the owner of this remarkable toy
can have a most agreeable concert at any
time by touching certain springs and
winding them up.
Another Match Spoiled.
They were looking over her family al
bum, Birdie and her Harold, when they
came to a portrait of an aged gentleman.
“Who is that old baboon?’’ asked Har
old.
I “.Why, replied Birdie, shutting up
the book angrily, “You don’t think
grandpa looks like a baboon, do you,
Harold i”—A«w York GrafUa